why am i posting this at such an ungodly hour though



Some people asked because of my TONGUE IN CHEEK POST about it the other night, well!!! all it is, is being consciously aware that you’re dreaming. You can kinda train your brain to do it and it’s fukken awesome ok!  I learned from a bunch of books I got out from the library one summer back in high school and I have kept up all the habits since then until shit got weird but we don’t talk about that

sometimes you get to a point where you can control your dream and force yourself to dream about a certain thing . either way it’s really damn neat to just have conscious awareness while you’re asleep and if nothing else, it’s something fun to do that doesn’t cost anything.

I got into it a few years before Inception came out, if you can believe it. So when that movie came out talking about the same ideas my mind was  blown 

First things first:


This is your ability to actually remember your dreams. Because imagine, even if you end up having a lucid dream,  what’s the point if you completely forget it as soon as you’re awake? Some people think they don’t dream anymore but it isn’t true, everyone dreams. Some people just don’t remember.

So Write down  all your dreams, anything that you can remember as soon as you wake up.

I just text it to myself first thing in the morning and usually they’re super disjointed and barely readable but it’s just enough to have me remember them again. even if you can only remember little snippets, the more you do this the better you can get at remembering.


Dream cues are these little things that make you realize you’re asleep because they differ between reality and your dreams. They’re kind of like triggers that will make you realize you’re dreaming. The idea is to check in on these cues even when you’re awake, so that when it becomes a habit in real life, it will become a habit when you’re asleep.

It’s also a good way to check if you’re actually awake because sometimes dreams are super realistic. I’ve had a lot of dreams where I woke up in my bed, then did the reality check only to figure out I was dreaming.

Different people have different ones but there’s some common ones:

-mirrors: In real life you look like yourself. in a dream you’ll look like a really distorted version of yourself or like a completely different person. I don’t recommend this one because what you see in the mirror might freak you out into just waking up lol

-counting your fingers and seeing more or less than the amount of fingers you have

-electronics that don’t work

-text that changes when you read it, look away and then read it again

-dim lights [i hate light dimmers for this reason eugh]

-loose teeth

My personal ones are the and fingers and the changing text! So in real life, I count my fingers, and read some text, look away and read it again to see if it changes.

If I have more than 5 fingers, I realize I’m asleep and that’s where the lucid part starts.

Personally for me, all of these have served as dream cues, but these two are the ones that i literally check on. Another big one for me is if my teeth are loose, it’s an automatic cue for knowing I’m asleep.


So you made a habit out of checking in on your dream cues and writing down your dreams. Now how do you actually do this thing….

There are some REALLY SPECIFIC METHODS To inducing a lucid dream . Some people practice one method that brings you from wakefulness directly into a dream, with NO LOSS OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I find this a little rarer but it’s definitely happened to me

Others have the method where you fall asleep as usual, end up in a dream, and then your consciousness wakes up while you’re in the dream. This is more common I think.

my sleep science might be off but this is it as I’ve understood it.

so the general method is to go to bed super early. like 9pm. And set your alarm for Stupid O Clock. I am talking some ungodly hour that you will never be up, like 4:30.

Reason being: You will literally never go to sleep and immedeitly start dreaming. You have to have been asleep for a few hours, having gotten a few sleep cycles in. The longer you sleep, the deeper your sleep cycles run and the more restful sleep you’ll have as the night goes on. It’s only in the later sleep cycles that you start to dream.

This is the reason you’re groggy in the morning [you were just in the middle of your deepest sleep cycle] but not groggy at all if you wake up at like 12

So the goal is to wake up right before you’re gonna go into a deep sleep cycle.

Stay awake for a few minutes, go to the bathroom or something, read some stuff on lucid dreaming on your phone… You want to wake up your brain so that your mind is conscious and running even though you’re dead tired.

Now you can go back to sleep, and the conditions are pretty much met for having a lucid dream.

SO GENERALLY NOW, it’s really likely that you’re gonna have a regular dream.

But if you’ve been making a habit out of doing your dream cues/reality checks while you’re awake, at some point you’re gonna do it while you’re asleep.

stuff from the waking world carries over into dreamtown. it’s the same reason you’ll have super realistic dreams about your job or people you know.

IT’S ACTUALLY SUPER COOL When you do your dream-cues and you see different results from real life. Like I’ll count my fingers and realize there’s 6 of them and be like Ohhh shit! I’m asleep! Time to go wild.

Usually I just fly around like a motherfucker but it’s so cool to be your exact same self who is able to think about your family/friends/homework/life/memes except you’re flying


OK SO NOW THAT YOU’RE AWAKE while dreaming, you can  try controlling your dream. This is a bit harder to explain but in my opinion it’s as easy as focusing/dwelling on what you want to do..kind of like repeating a mantra mentally.

Like lets say you’re dreaming and you come across a house. As you’re walking towards it, tell yourself “Captain Kirk is in this house and we’re gonna have the time of our damn life.” TELL YOURSELF WITH CONVICTION! BELIEVE IT! CAPTAIN KIRK IS IN THE HOUSE! OVER AND OVER!

also try practising controlling on little things first. Like point to the sky and say “brighter” or “more purple” or “bluer” or think “I want it to be night time instead" and it SHOULD change.


There’s 2 tricks I know of that will keep you in a dream for longer when you feel like you’re about to wake up and you don’t want to.

One is spinning: If you feel yourself waking up, try spinning around on the spot till you’re dizzy. Things will blur around you and then they will clear up and get super sharp! Especially spinning while crouching. I have no idea why this works, but it does and others have said the same thing.

The other is, when you feel like things are getting blurry, focus on ONE spot in the dream. I usually crouch and like, stare at the details and texture of the road really really close up. For some reason, pinpointing your focus on one little thing will refocus the dream.



Honestly the more you read about lucid dreaming, the more likely you are to have one for yourself..Even by reading this you’re more likely to have one. It’s weird, but it works. When I would regularly read books on the topic they’d say the same thing and it was true. It’s kind of like, the fact that you’re aware that it can happen makes it likely to happen..

SO YEAH, before you go to sleep or when you wake up at 4 in the morning, google it, see what others have to say. Get your brain in gear for it. there’s lots of posts online that will probably talk about the same stuff that I have here but this is my legit personal experience with it and stuff over the years.


The Sleepy Scholar

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Prompt: College AU + Library AU

A/N: This is my AU day imagine for the @hamwriters Write-A-Thon! I’m excited to get this out because I had this finished for like 2 weeks or so now haha. Special thanks to @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for proofreading and pushing me to do this! I love you both immensely <3 Enjoy!

P.S. Y/F/I means your first initial!

Originally posted by jamiiton

This all started a week ago. You were doing your typical 11-3AM shift at the campus library. Many people would shy away from the graveyard shift but it was your favorite because it was quiet and no one was typically at the 24/7 library past 2 am so you would binge TV shows or read one of the many books that surrounded you. Plus, your classes were in the afternoon so it was most convenient for you. However this week, there was one lone student that would stay at the same table, nose in his book as he mumbled words until he fell asleep at the desk every night without fail. It was only the 3rd week of school and already some poor soul was in the library until ungodly hours. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the mysterious man with the bun, every time you went to clock out he was face down on the desk, using his arms as a makeshift pillow. By the eighth consecutive night of the stranger’s appearance, you couldn’t keep watching as he wasted his life away. So, that night when you clocked out you brought a water bottle, the PB&J sandwich you never opened, and a blanket you kept in the break room with you on your way out. You delicately placed the blanket over his sleeping form and set the sandwich and water bottle in front of him, along with a short message on a Post-it note.

“Take a break! -Y/F/I”

You took a closer glance at him, mystery man was actually really cute when he was asleep. Before he could catch you staring, you left the library; giving a quick wave to Claudia as she clocked in to take over the information desk. You were leaving Pre-Calculus the next morning when you got a text from Claudia.

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A Story about the Tin Whistle

So at my old college, the first weekend every store in the town would have a sale. Being that it was primarily a music school there was a music store and so my roommate being a music major, wanted to go inside.

There was a five dollar bin and in the bin was a record with a coloring book of Frozen with it. I had to have it. It was disappointing to find that sheet music for a recorder didn’t work with it but tin whistle sheet music seemed to work. So technically it isn’t a tin whistle, it’s a recorder that is cheaply made. 

That’s not even where the story begins.

I loved the tin whistle and I learned how to play classics. One night after a night learning Hedwig’s Theme, I realized my window had been open. And someone had posted on Yik Yak about me. 

Being the ho for attention that I am I decided to sit in the window and play my tin whistle. The only songs I knew from memory at this point were Christmas Carols, so in Mid-October at 3 in the morning, I sat in my window and played Christmas carols for all the campus to hear. 

I did that many nights, and was Yik Yaks about many times. I also though, disturbed my RA many times, three times to be exact. And received a noise citation. At my old school when you apply to be an RA they look at your record to see what kind of person you are, if you have any citations.

The interviewer for this position had to look me in the eyes and ask me why I was playing Christmas Carols at ungodly hours of the night, three times. I told him that I did it a lot more than three times, but other students had found it entertaining.

Needless to say I didn’t get the position. 

Of desires, dreams, and nightmares

The final battle was a nightmare which led to all the other nightmares after that. Thank kami, though, that Kurosaki Ichigo manages to wake up from it all.

A/N: I do not own Bleach and its characters.

While the other fics I wrote on FFnet post-686 were canon-compliant fix-it fics, this one is ultimately the alternate ending to the Bleach manga. If it were up to me, the final battle would’ve definitely gone exactly how I’ve written it here.

Thank you, @animeokaachan for reading my first draft. Your comments and suggestions have helped tremendously. Thanks also for listening to my depressing rant during my ‘heartbreak’ moments. Haha!

Also, I would like to thank my partner @beyondtheborderridiculous for the artwork she has come up with for this fic. I’ll reblog her piece once it’s up.

This fic is also available on AO3 and FFnet.

Rukia’s eyes shoot open from her slumber at the weight on her chest that is suffocating her. Forcing herself up into a sitting position, she takes big gulps of air to get as much oxygen back into her lungs as she possibly could before focusing on adjusting her reiatsu to calm her nerves… and the nerves of the other person who is trying to choke the hell out of her.

“Ichigo…” she breathes, mildly irritated as she squeezes her eyes to feel where his reiatsu is coming from.

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Fireflies and Waterfalls - SaltyAuntSuga - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Explicit 18+

 Min Yoongi/Jeon Jungkook 

Word Count: 5.3k

Prompt: Your body gets hotter the closer you are to your soulmate + sugakookie.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Min Yoongi had spent his whole life being cold. Unlike his friend Namjoon who was fucking sweating any time he got around his boyfriend Seokjin. It didn’t matter to Yoongi that it meant he hadn’t found his soulmate.

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Competitive Edge (Jungkook x Reader)

In which Jeon Jungkook may just as well be Jeon Jung–cocky.

based off of some earlier drabbles and more or less dedicated to @fanficsandnochill (see note at bottom yo)

fluff, 6.1k words, jungkook/reader, college + rival au

You stumble along the hallway, nearly tripping over–well, nothing, in your half-asleep stupor. You stifle a yawn. Mornings, you decide, are clearly not your thing. Morning classes even less so.

“Oh, hello there.”

And as it turns out, your morning class just became even less of your thing. Way worse. You tense and turn and look at Jungkook, who smirks at you as the two of you walk through the doors.

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“Connecting Link” (ft. iKON’s Bobby) Ch. 11 [END]

너와 나의 연결고리

You and me, our connection,

이건 우리 안의 소리

this is the sound inside of us.

Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7 (rated); Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10;

[BREAKING] Rumors resurface about iKON’s Bobby’s soulmate

In a thread titled, ‘Bobby may have already found his soulmate’, several fans are posting their own testimonies about spotting Bobby and his alleged soulmate. The thread has gained a lot attention among Korean fans as more stories are added. Unlike the previous ‘proof’ (alleged screenshots of texts between Bobby and his soulmate), netizens are saying that these stories are more plausible and that it was possible that Bobby may have met his soulmate a long time ago.

Here are some of the translated fan accounts:

‘I live in Apartment S and I’ve seen Bobby lurking near the apartment twice already in the last three months. I think he’s visiting someone who lives in the same building?’

‘I attended a fansign about a month ago and was in line with this girl who received special treatment from iKON members. She was acting really strange and even gave them sandwiches. That day, Bobby seemed really distracted in the beginning of the fansign, but after he talked to this girl who was wearing a cap, he started to relax(?). Jinhwan and Hanbin seemed to know her too, Jinhwan was even whispering to her and I remember that they were talking about samgyupsal. Bobby almost whispered to her the whole time and he kept smiling. She gave him two sandwiches too if I remember correctly.’

‘+1 OMG, I was there too! Her cap was white, right?’

‘+1 I dunno, still not that convinced…’

‘+2 Could be anyone’

‘Remember the recent news about Bobby saving someone in a car crash? That’s her.’

‘+1 How do you know?’

‘+1 I was there when the accident happened, but I was too far away to see exactly what happened, but Bobby looked really distressed and panicky. They even brought her to the hospital using their own car.’

‘+1 Hul, isn’t this too obvious at this point? This is why they were so vague about the car accident.’

UPDATED: [BREAKING] Pictures of Bobby and his alleged soulmate are released online

[BREAKING] Pictures of Bobby and his alleged soulmate surface online

Selfies of Bobby and his alleged soulmate, whose face we have blurred for their privacy, have been published online. The same user that uploaded the screenshots of the alleged conversation between Bobby and his soulmate uploaded the selfies in a long thread titled, ‘This is the witch who seduced Bobby-oppa’. The thread was taken down immediately, but the photos and parts of the thread have been translated below.

‘Hi everyone, this is minnieikon2. Since you guys didn’t believe me when I posted the screenshots earlier, I am posting more proof that a white-blooded witch seduced our Bobby-oppa. This girl is the one who got into an accident and I know her personally, so I went to the hospital to visit her. When I got there, Bobby-oppa was inside the room, so I wanted to leave. But this girl knew that I was an ikonic too, so she told me to go inside to brag about her relationship with Bobby. I stayed for a while, but she got angry because I told her to stop controlling Bobby-oppa and flung me to the wall with her powers. Bobby-oppa wanted to help me, but he couldn’t so he can only watch until I was bleeding. I managed to inject a tranquilizer into the witch, so I was able to escape.’

‘+1 I’m scared because I think I believe this.’

‘+1 Judging from the sheer amount she used the word oppa, I shouldn’t believe this but I’m convinced now that Bobby found his soulmate already.’

‘+3 I don’t know what to feel’

‘+2 If this is real, someone is going to jail.’

YG Entertainment has not released an official statement about these allegations.

“What do you have to say for all of these?” Yang Hyun Suk has handled a lot of scandals before, but the magnitude of this is different. He had let it get too big and now, he didn’t know which is the safest route—deny it completely and cut off all ties with the girl for at least the next 10 years or admit it and delay iKON’s comeback indefinitely.

Either way, it’s going to hurt Bobby.

Bobby stood there, his chest clenching at the gravity of the consequences he knew he would be facing and even then, his head was filled with nothing but flashes of your lips, your touch, your warmth, you voice… Everything. He tried to think past the cloud that your face had formed in head, but he can only sigh as the thought that he’d much rather be with you than answer to any of his responsibilities blurred his better judgement.

But he kept his head low and didn’t dare meet the eyes of the older man. Seconds ticked by and both men remained silent.

With Bobby’s eyes still trained on the floor and YG trying to breathe deeper while standing next to a window, the room became eerily quiet; as if giving way for Bobby’s phone to ring loudly. He fumbled through his pockets and pulled out his phone to see that an unknown number was calling him. Hastily looking at YG, whose eyes were practically asking him who was calling him at this crucial moment.

Though Bobby has been conditioned to reject all unknown calls, he had an inkling that you, whose phone was crushed in the accident, could be reaching him through someone else’s phone.

“Hello?” he whispered, turning away from YG as he pressed the phone against his ear.

“Oh! I got the number right this time.” You said elatedly, your remark directed towards Eunmin who was sitting by your bed in her wheelchair. “Bobby? I was wondering what time can you come back here?”

He hummed, glancing at YG again only to find him turned to the window with crossed arms. “I’m not sure, hun. I’m kind of busy right now.”


“Yeah, but I’ll come right after I finish, okay?”

“I see.” Bobby heard you sigh. “I’ll see you soon, Jiwon-ah.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” He breathed, just wanting nothing more but to end the long day and see your face.

“Hey Bobby, can I tell you something?” your voice was suddenly meek after sounding so cheerful.


“I… I will always be on your side, so no matter what you or your company decides on doing, I will be okay.” The way your voice trembled when you said it made Bobby’s heart stutter. “I love you enough to understand.”

“Same here.”

Bobby returned his phone to his pocket, making sure that it was on silent this time and resumed his previous posture. YG refused to look at him still and the short moment that followed allowed both men to gather their thoughts in front of the sun barely peeking through skyscrapers.

It was still dark outside when you heard Eunmin’s stern tone outside your door. She rarely uses such an intimidating manner of speaking, but when she does, you remember that she is actually older than you. You tried to make out the words from her muffled sentences, but combined with the grogginess of having just woken up, you can only focus on the sound of her voice.

The door finally opened and you could see that Eunmin had won whatever argument she was in from the smug look on her face. A man in a black suit pushed her into the room and left wordlessly.

“What is it? It’s too early for this, Minnie.” You croaked out as you sat up with much difficulty.

“Y/N, you’re in a huge trouble.”

Usually, when Eunmin tells you the same exact sentence, it was about something completely harmless, but your intuition told you that this time, it’s different. After all, she wouldn’t barge into your room at an ungodly hour if the situation did not involve drastic reasons.

You noticed the tablet on her lap and the first thing that you saw was enough to give you a clue about how deep your foot was already in a grave. The photo was blurred out, but there was no mistake that it was your photo with Bobby; the one that you had taken in your phone before he left for tour.

Eunmin handed you the tablet and let you absorb all the information yourself.

Pictures, testimonies and speculations everywhere.

“Ah,” you groaned almost playfully, surprising Eunmin until she saw the way your smile easily drooped down. “…I really got caught this time, huh?”

“I’m using all of my connections to get everything off the internet, but even if we take down the photos now, it’s already been out for at least 5 hours… I don’t think–”

“No, it’s alright. This would’ve happened sooner or later.” You nodded, slowly rationalizing your current reality.

“Y/N, do you understand the gravity of the situation? When Jackson admitted his relationship with me, he was going along a careful plan which took months to prepare, but this? This is like an ambush attack and besides, no offense, but you don’t have the influence that our family has which we used to manipulate news reports. I mean, I can help you, but I can only go so far.” She explained rapidly, her words overtaking each other. “Y/N, are you listening?”

You nodded, closing your eyes for a brief second. “So what you’re saying is?”

“I really didn’t want to be the one spelling this out for you, but in this situation, no matter what choice you make, someone’s going to lose.” The pity in Eunmin’s face was a difficult expression to ignore. “The question is which side?”

You bit your lower lip and scanned your brain for a solution. In that silence, the only answer that satisfied your search was Bobby’s smile. If Bobby could smile with whatever choice you make, then that must be the right decision.

“By the way, your dad is arriving in the airport at 6 am. We have already arranged everything, from his arrival to your departure so you don’t have to wo–”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Your dad is coming here. He flew off hours ago.”

“No, after that.”

Eunmin froze, realizing that this was the exact point where things can become awry. “We already arranged everything from his arrival to your departure.” She repeated slowly, looking out for the change in your expression after your every word.

“My departure…” you echoed slightly. “…and how exactly can you prepare for that?”


“Who are you exactly to make that decision for me?” you gritted through your teeth, your gaze tinted with revolt and doubt.

“It’s just a plane ticket. You can always say no, but for me, the best move right now is for you to get away and let the issue die down. In the meantime, we’ll work out the issue with Baek Jimin and Bobby… well, Bobby’s part of one of the biggest entertainment conglomerates in Korea. I’m sure they’ll figure something out.” She explained with a gentle, yet intimidating tone.

The rage that had immediately risen in your head sizzled before it died down, as if Eunmin’s rationality was the water that extinguished its fire. If anything, only a small piece of your heart remains aflame, the one that yearned for Bobby at all times. “What would happen to us then?”

“You’re soulmates, honey.” She reached out to take your hand, gently patting her palm over your knuckles. “Trust that destiny will find a way.”

You fell into a silent stupor, as if you had fallen off a skyscraper… that moment of chaotic stillness as you continued falling further endlessly. Eunmin took this as her cue to exit the scene and let you absorb the situation. She knew better than forcing you into a decision, but at the same time, she wanted the best for you.

You sat there, head hung low with replenished tears spilling from your eyes. In your head, you thought of the scenarios that could spring from your decision.

If you stayed and held Bobby’s hand in front of all those people, both of you young and afraid in front of endless camera shutters and questions, who could say you would be the same people coming out of such a predicament? If you admitted everything and asked for understanding, trying to mend things without giving it time to recuperate, how would Bobby’s dream survive? How would yours survive?

But if you stayed, you would have the biggest prize of all… Bobby; his love, his attention, his understanding. You would be there to catch him crying under the pressure, grip his hand and try to smile with him as you faced the rest of the world. You wouldn’t have to leave him alone and you would not have to live alone.

But if you left and let time do it’s work, let wounds heal and let the universe return everything to its rightful place, wouldn’t you find yourself back in his arms? Wouldn’t the blaring lights be more forgiving and let you live in the shadows a little longer, so that you could become someone who could stand beside Bobby?

You can wait, what is waiting if you have the rest of your life to continue your story? But how long will you have to wait, how many years would be considered ‘enough’? If you left, how could you assure that Bobby can continue living his dream? Can he live on, exactly as he is, even when you weren’t by his side?

The door opened and you hadn’t realized that it was already bright outside. It was Eunmin again and on her lap was a tray of food, which you assumed was your typical hospital breakfast. She smiled carefully, gauging your tired eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“Good morning, I heard from my people that your father had just arrived in Incheon airport. They’re escorting him already.” She informed you, placing the tray by your bed. “He will be wrapping up things with your work, before going here. Your flight is at 11 am today, so…” she exhaled because it was as hard for her to ask. “…what’s it going to be?”

You rubbed your face against your palm hastily, pushing your hair back before forcing a smile on your face. “If I remember my rights correctly, I’m entitled to one phone call, right?”

If anything reassured Eunmin that you were going to be alright, it was the fact that you can joke like that at that crucial moment. She nodded along, pulling her phone from her pocket before giving it to you.

You turned on the screen and paused. Your following smile was both sweet and hopeless as you turned to your bestfriend, “I don’t suppose you’ll have Bobby’s number, right?”

‘You don’t know? That’s the best answer that you came up with?’ YG’s usual calm demeanor had been rattled by Bobby’s simple words. Bobby looked out the tinted window as the car accelerated down the road on its way to the hospital. The conversation earlier had ended with Bobby declaring that he wasn’t the only one involved in this anymore. ‘Is that so, then can you get on a car immediately and ask your soulmate? Maybe she has a better idea of how serious the situation is right now.’

Bobby sighed again and even he was getting tired of it. He felt strange buzzing behind his eyes, so he closed them for a second, knowing that it was the telltale sign of an incoming migraine.

In that brief second, almost as if he had imagined it, Bobby heard the call. He was convinced it was an auditory hallucination caused by lack of sleep, but his pulse already accelerated and his palms started tingling in anxiety. A sixth sense nagged at him, telling him that something has definitely gone wrong.

‘De ja vu?’ he thought subconsciously as he shifted in his seat, which suddenly became too small for him, and recalled the time when he heard the call from the very same seat, in a similar manner and just like then, something told him that he had missed you again.

The wind that hit his skin when he went through the hospital doors felt heavier. Bobby kept gasping for air; somehow he felt his heart was being overworked. Not caring anymore who saw him or what they thought about him, he fled through seemingly endless hallways of unending exits and entrances until finally, he stood in front of your hospital door.

When he placed his hand on the handle, he was overwhelmed by the sudden stillness of the atmosphere.



Bobby’s first instinct was to call the number you used earlier. It rang relentlessly until Bobby realized that he had called 17 times.

On the 18th time and on the third ring, the call finally connected. “Y/N!” his scream echoed down the empty hallway. “Y/N, I thought I lost you! God, where are you? Why aren’t you in the hospital? We need to talk, eo? Where are you? I’ll go to you right now.”

Bobby retraced his steps quickly, breezing through the hospital towards the basement parking lot. By the time he finished his sentences, he was already leaning against the elevator with the B1 button pressed and glowing. The humid air in the enclosed space was not helping him calm down at all.

“Bobby-ssi? It’s me.” A girl’s voice rang through and Bobby froze, mistaking it for Jimin’s voice. “It’s me, So Eunmin… I’m Y/N’s roommate and friend?”

“Eunmin-ssi? Why do you have Y/N’s phone?” The elevator door opened at the 5th level and several nurses came in, whispering obviously amongst themselves.

“This is actually my phone. Remember Y/N broke hers in the accident? She borrowed it briefly earlier to call you.” Eunmin explained level-headedly, trying not to make Bobby any more agitated than he was.

“Oh, but where is she right now? Did something happen? I know we haven’t met properly, Eunmin-ssi, but I called you plenty of times. Why didn’t you—“

“About that, I’m sorry. Honestly, I didn’t know what to tell you and I thought really hard about whether I should tell you the truth or not.” Bobby froze in his place, not caring whether a car could possible run him over, when he heard Eunmin’s words. “Truth is, Y/N’s father flew in this morning and they went back home.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Y/N’s internship is over and I also think it’s best for her to rest from home—away from all the media, if you know what I mean.”

“You think? Who are you to make that decision for us?” Bobby asked in such an exasperated tone that Eunmin didn’t even realize that you had asked the same question mere hours ago.

“I didn’t make a decision for either of you. Y/N chose for herself and you will too. She went away because she thought that would be the best for you. Now, it’s your turn. What would be the best for the both of you?”

2 years later…

You remembered very well… the feeling, the warmth, the insatiable passion for new beginnings that you had the moment you breathed the air of Seoul, South Korea roughly two and a half years ago. You had a lot of energy and no expectations, just like any ordinary college student. You were ecstatic for the opportunity of doing your internship in a foreign country. You thought that you couldn’t be happier.

But in fact, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

Yet there you were, back in the same country where you had your highest highs and lowest lows, breathing in the familiar autumn air.

“We’re here, miss. Should I help you with your luggage?” The taxi driver asked and you peeled your eyes away from the familiar foliage draping over the streets of Gangnam. You realized that you had arrived at the hotel that Eunmin had set you up in. You also realized that it was way too extravagant for your taste.

“No need! If you can just kindly open the back, I can take it from there.” You smiled at him, before alighting from the taxi with your backpack. You quickly grabbed your small suitcase before strolling towards the carpeted lobby, lighted by the most exquisite chandelier.

You shook your head and thought, ‘Definitely excessive.’

You were checking in already when your phone rang and you didn’t even need to check because only one person in the country knew your phone number. “Yah! Have you arrived?”

The receptionist looked at you and you apologetically smiled at her. She handed you a few papers and asked you to sign them quietly, not wanting to interrupt your call. “Are you psychic? I’m…” you signed the papers and she handed you the key card. She asked if you needed assistance and you simply shook your head. “…I mean, I’ve just checked in.”

“Great! How do you like our hotel?”

“What?!” you shrieked and bowed slightly to all the people who turned. “This is your hotel?”

“Well, it belongs to the company, of course. That’s how corporations work.” You could almost hear her shrug and you just rolled your eyes as you stood outside the elevator. “I left a gift for you in the room. It’s in the flowers!”

“You gave me flowers? You’re the one graduating; I should be the one giving you flowers!” The elevator doors opened and you rolled in with your suitcase.

You pressed your floor number and waited for the door to close. You noticed that a grandiose bouquet was sitting just in front of the elevators and sincerely hoped that Eunmin hadn’t gone that far. Just when the doors were closing, you saw through the thin crack someone who looked like Hanbin and the one closely following him… Bobby?

“Eunmin?” you gritted through your teeth.


“Are you up to something?” Eunmin could hear your accusations perfectly. “Because I think I just saw Bobby?”

“진짜? 어머나, 대박! What a coincidence.” Whether her reaction was legit or not, it was difficult to tell that day. “But what the hell, Y/N. I didn’t pay that much money for that… what do you call that stone again?”

“Moonstone.” You chuckled.

“Eo, that thing. I didn’t pay that much for you to just meet him coincidentally somewhere. Are you sure that it hides the call? Are you sure that he won’t hear?” She nagged until you arrived on your floor.

“Let me remind you, Eunmin-ssi. You were the one who insisted on paying for it because I quote, ‘You deserve to pay for the rest of your life.’ If you are really up to something, then I guess it worked ‘coz I didn’t hear a single thing yet.” You pressed the key card in and heard the melodic sound of the door opening. You gasped because the room was as over the top as the lobby was. You wheeled your suitcase further inside and noticed the vase of flowers that Eunmin must’ve been referring to. Surprisingly, it might’ve been the first thing in the hotel that you actually liked. “Speaking of Bobby, have you heard anything about him lately?”

“You know, if you actually read all the articles that I send you, then I wouldn’t have to give you updates like I’m your secretary.” She scolded you just as you sat by the window overlooking Seoul in the autumn afternoon. “He’s doing extremely well, for your information. Although I’m still not happy about the fact that YG used the fact that you were hospitalized to gain pity when Bobby admitted that you were his soulmate, everything turned out for the better in the long run. You know what they say, publicity is publicity whether good or bad. The past two years have been kind to all of us.”

“Oh, okay.” You mused until you remembered the flowers, so you stepped out of your shoes and padded through the room barefoot until you stood in front of the vase filled with strange, dainty flowers that you couldn’t recognize. “These are beautiful flowers, Eunmin.” You remarked, running your hands over the edges of each tuft. You noticed a white envelope inserted inside the bouquet, so you took it with one hand and used your shoulder to press your phone against your ear. “What’s this envelope for? Is this your gift? Did you give me pocket money?”

While you were waiting for an answer or even a sliver of laughter, you pulled out the contents of the envelope. While slowly comprehending what you were holding in your hands, you hadn’t noticed that your phone had slipped from your shoulders.

It was a ticket to iKON’s concert in Jamsil Stadium to be held that night.

You immediately picked up your phone when you regained your senses and you heard Eunmin calling your name repeatedly. “Hey, you there?”

“Y-Yeah, what are you up to now?” you hadn’t intended to sound so accusing, but you did. Eunmin needed to take a second to compose herself and acknowledge that you had every right to be agitated.

You heard her take a deep breath before explaining, “Okay, before you freak out, I must say that I kept my promise and I never told Bobby anything about you. You know that he called thousands of times before he admitted your relationship and when he finally announced it, the calls stopped.”

“And then?”

“And then, instead of calls or texts, he would send flowers and concert tickets—always with the request to give them to you. Whether it was going to be held in Korea or in Brazil, he would always send the tickets.”

You remembered the countless times Eunmin has asked you if you wanted to go to an iKON concert in the most absurd places, including your city. “So that’s why you were so persistent.”

“The flowers were pretty strange to me at first. They’re called astilbe. I did a little googling and apparently in flower language it means, ‘I’m waiting for you’.”

It took you a few chosen moments to process Eunmin’s words before you began laughing uncontrollably. “Th-That’s so cheesy, Jesus! I’m not even going to call you out on that one ‘coz that’s really something that Bobby would do.”

After wheezing and crying, Eunmin finally cut into your bliss by asking, “Well, are we going?”

You sighed, looking at the tickets again. “Is it possible for us to get tickets that are not this near to the stage?”

Eunmin huffed. “Have you forgotten who I am? Leave it to me.”

You caressed the moonstones that wound around your wrists as you and Eunmin took your places in the crowd. Your heart swelled with pride when you saw the sheer amount of people who came to their concert. You listened closely to the giggling fangirls that chatted away around you, trying to pick up as much as you could. One girl said that iKON is releasing solo songs of their members that night. You shifted excitedly in your seat, a second-level one, quite a far stretch from your original VIP tickets (which you gave away to a few lucky girls).

The lights dimmed and the crowd erupted with screams. When they finally came on stage, you thought your heart would burst out of your chest. Unknowingly, you had taken Eunmin’s hand and held it tightly when you saw another version of Bobby onstage—your Bobby, two years after you met him. He changed a lot, but if it was possible, he only drew you closer and kept you on the edge of your seat.

You missed him so much. Your heart felt strange, knowing that it was missing something.

They performed songs that you recognized and newer ones that came out during the last two years. Their energy, their charisma were unwavering and it felt like you were watching them for the first time again. Once in a while, you would catch Eunmin shooting you a worried gaze only to find your eyes sparkling, your lips pressed together to keep yourself from grinning like a Tasmanian devil.

“Hey, it’s Bobby’s stage after this video. Will you be okay?” Eunmin whispered, briefly making your eyes leave the screen and meet hers.

“It’s Bobby’s stage. How can I be anything but okay?” your smile reassured her, but a gut feeling, the one that has allowed you to read Jackson and Eunmin’s thoughts countless of times, made you feel a little queasy.

An unfamiliar beat dropped and you watched, clapping unsuspectingly just like the thousand other girls in the venue.

But you’re not like all those other girls.

You’re Bobby’s soulmate, which is why when Bobby began uttering the words of the hook, your heart began beating wildly—more than just seeing him, he began reciting the ‘spell’.

Your spell.

너와 나의 연결고리

You and me, our connection,

이건 우리 안의 소리

this is the sound inside of us.”

When it first happened, you thought you imagined it, but the moonstone on your wrist pulsed as it tried to resist the incantation. Thankfully, Bobby began rapping after one hook and you began to breathe again only to realize that his lyrics was telling your story.

It was a story of two people who met in crossroads of their lives. Two different people from two different backgrounds and the setting was the cruel, noisy roads of Seoul. A heartbreaking story of two people whose lives met once and how he, Bobby or Kim Jiwon and whoever was in the same situation as him, wrote the song to call out to his soulmate, wherever she was. Finally, the hook came again and it was at this moment that you understood what Bobby was trying to prove with this song.

No matter what, your souls are linked together and he will never give up hope that he will see you again.

너와 나의 연결고리

You and me, our connection,

이건 우리 안의 소리

this is the sound inside of us.”

“Eunmin-ah… Say… Did you bring any bodyguards today?” you said without raising your voice and just trusted Eunmin to hear.

“Huh? Oh, I did, but they’re outside. Why?”

“I think I might need them.” You raised your hand to Eunmin’s eye-level and she quirked an eyebrow not quite understanding what you meant until her eyes fell on the moonstone glowing and pulsating on your wrist.

On the 8th repetition of the hook, the moonstone shattered to pieces and you felt the familiar latching on your stomach. Your hands grew cold and clammy as you heard the call so clearly in your head.

And on the stage, you saw how Bobby’s eyes widened as his eyes frantically searched the audience. He distractedly rapped the verse that followed as he scanned the VIP seats for you, expecting that you were seated on the seat he always reserved for you, but you weren’t.

He could hear the call so well, just like that day when he met you in the middle of a road, but how can he find you in this sea of people when you didn’t want to be found.

‘The hook, the spell.’ There was no wind in the concert stadium, but he felt like a gust just whispered the reminder to him.

너와 나의 연결고리

You and me, our connection,

이건 우리 안의 소리

this is the sound inside of us.”

He repeated, he sang, he recited desperately, calling out to you just like he always had in the past two years.

His rough voice latched on to you and tugged you forward out of your seat. A few people turned to look at you as you stumbled forward. Marshals tried to stop you, but you couldn’t even stop yourself as Bobby continued singing, out of beat and frantically.

The crowd was already buzzing and the fans around you were whispering amongst themselves when you were pushed against the railing of the second floor.

The music has stopped at this point and Bobby was left on the stage reciting the hook as if his life depended on it. He ran to the far ends of stage, desperately looking for any signs of you.

In a surge of energy, Eunmin began chanting, “여기! 여기! 여기!”

Finally, the fans recognized who you were and joined the chant. Bobby followed the sound and the lightsticks pointing to your direction until… he met your eyes.

You thought you were going to faint or vomit or cry, any kind of reaction will do, but you just froze in place. The call stopped.

“You… stay there.” He said into the mic, pointing a finger at you.

The fans reacted, almost swooning as they watched the scene unfold before them. A spotlight shone on your direction and you belatedly tried to shield your eyes. Fans cheered, but none of these mattered to you as Bobby held your gaze until he ran off the stage.

Countless people tried to grab him, talk some sense into him, warn him, even threaten him as he ran to the flight of stairs that led to the second floor, but he couldn’t even see them. He could only see you and the memories that he held onto so dearly—the memories that kept him alive through the devastation of your departure. He waited long enough, in his head he knew that he has definitely waited long enough.

This scene has played in your head a thousand of times, always in a different setting or manner. Surely, you have imagined seeing him like this in front of all these people, but somehow you still weren’t prepared from the way your head spun as Bobby ran and swept you off of your feet and into his arms. You were both breathing heavily, him from running to meet you and you from trying your best not to cry.

He pulled away, taking your face into his hands as you looked at each other with fragile adoration, the feeling of looking at someone and feeling that much have made your heart feel like it was on overdrive.

This scene has played in your head a thousand of times, true. You had imagined telling him a plethora of words, but somehow, you could only breathe out, “Hi. Long time no see.”

He grinned, that smile that softened his features and returned him to the Bobby that solely belonged to you. His first reaction was expected, but the next wasn’t as he wrapped his arm around you again and pressed his lips firmly on yours. “It was a really, really long time without you, Y/N.”

Your name falling from his lips was the last straw and you burst out crying.

With you sobbing and the two of you barely hearing the cheers that erupted in the whole stadium, Bobby asked, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Are we finally going to get a romantic moment?” You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t know what he was going to ask. It was the answer that was still murky in your conscious mind.

“It depends on what your answer is going to be, but first, I missed you. What took you so long?” Bobby’s voice cracked in the end and you could instantly feel the amount of sadness that he had to endure.

“I…” you had your reasons and he knew that most of them involved him and his career, but all you could do was apologize. “미안해, 지원아.”

“Marry me.”

A few girls gasped behind you, their hands holding their phones in excitement. This should’ve been a telltale sign that you had heard him correctly, but you only gave him a dumbfounded look.

“Marry me, Y/N.” he repeated with his smile.

“That’s… That’s not a question.” It felt like yesterday when he was asking you to be his girlfriend and now he was asking you to marry him?

“I know, but a gentleman should ask for consent.”

“Besides, we barely had a second date and I haven’t seen you or heard anything about you for the past two years. Things change, Bobby.” You try to remind him, your sensible head kicking in at the wrong moment as always.

There was a louder, collective gasp, but you didn’t hear any of it.

“I know, but I haven’t changed. I’m still me. I’m still in love with you.” He squeezed your shoulder and when you didn’t respond, he dropped on one knee and took both of your hands.

You finally look at all the people who were intently holding their breaths and waiting for you answer.

“But Bobby, look at all of these people who love you…” you swept another look throughout the stadium, noticed how the other members have come out on stage to watch and how one screen solely focused on your reaction. “I mean, how can I compare to them?”

“You’re my soulmate, Y/N. If I can’t marry you now, then I will marry you on my next free day or maybe 20 years from now, but I’m sure and I’ve never been more sure on anything that I want to spend the rest of my life waking up to your bed hair and swollen lips, to your violent tendencies and your love for green tea, to your silly nicknames and drunken outbursts. I barely know you, but at the same time I know everything about you and I could live with that.” If there are more earnest words that has been said to you in your lifetime, you have no recollection of them. Only these words from Bobby and the way his lips quirked up at the recollection of all those moments. “Dear God, Y/N I don’t know why I have to convince you into marrying me but—“

Your scoff cut his sentence short. “You don’t even have a ring for me.”

“I-I wasn’t expecting you to—“

“I’m kidding! See you don’t know the first thing about me at all, Bobby. I ruin all of our supposed-to-be romantic moments together.” If there was an adjective for someone laughing and crying at the same time that is not along the lines of cynical or crazy, that would be the perfect word to describe you. “Yes. Yes, Bobby. If you want, we can go to the office to sign the forms right after you explain to Yang Hyunsuk-ahjussi.”

He laughed when you pulled him off the ground. “I better seal it off with a kiss.”

He kissed you and the rest of the stadium erupted to a series of applause and endless cheers.

Everything that happened after was a blur, but you were sure that Bobby held your hand through it all.

You led an ordinary life until you heard the call. You thought you led an ordinary relationship, but sasaengs and accidents and internships and being an idol got in the way. You thought you could never fall in love in such a short span of time, but Bobby came along and made your life extraordinary. As you fell asleep on his shoulder, with his lips pressing weakly against your head, you believed that from hereon your life will be anything but ordinary and even if it were, if you had him, everything and everyday would be a new moment to remember.

“It really was nice meeting you, Bobby.” You whispered into his chest.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He whispered back, pulling you closer.

Two silver rings glistened under the lowlight from the streetlights you sped through—a somewhat, redundant proof that your soul and his were connected. 

The End. 끝.

a/n: This is the first multi-chaptered scenario series that I have finished in my entire life. Ah. Finally. After releasing the first chapter almost a year ago (11 months to be exact). Here we are. PLEASE SHOWER ME WITH COMPLIMENTS. LOL. 

Imagine after Jack and Bitty come out, Jack posts a bunch of videos vlogging his morning surprise on his and Bitty’s anniversary on his Snapchat stories (which is basically old and dusty and unused because you know the guy only keeps the app for Bitty), and the videos go as follows:

1. The camera is too close to Jack’s face. There is shuffling in the background as Jack adjusts the angle until you realize the that Jack’s in his bedroom, and Bitty’s in a lump beside him, with covers up to his ears that’s drifting up and down to indicate his breathing.

Jack whispers to the camera, “I don’t make videos, that’s more Tater and Bits–Eric’s thing, but, um, it’s 5 AM on a Saturday, and today is our anniversary.”

2. About 20 seconds of Jack trying to leave the bed without disturbing Bitty. Bitty snorts about three times and you hear Jack catch his breath and freeze.

“I made it out of the bedroom. I’m going to make him breakfast in bed so, uh, hopefully that goes well and uhm…the kitchen doesn’t…catch on fire…not that it’s a possibility. I can make breakfast. Usually just eggs though.”

3. The kitchen is a mess. There is pancake batter and flour on the counter and a few floppy, pale prototypes in varying degrees of roundness in a pile on the island. The next shot is just Jack’s grimace. 

“So Eric can make biscuits from scratch–actually, he can make a lot of things from scratch. So, uh, I’m trying to make pancakes from scratch, because Eric has banned Bisquick from the house…um, I got Maman’s recipe the other day, but it’s not going too well? I’ll clean up though, Eric won’t notice a thing.”

4. Throughout the cooking adventure, Jack manages to flip a pancake over without a spatula, and the camera records Jack’s pleased mumble of “Yesssssss.” He narrates a bit of college life and what he eats usually, but it’s mostly quiet with the occasional “Oh, God” when he accidentally knocks something over.

“Eric makes it look so easy. He used to bake pies all the time when we were in Samwell. I mean, he still does. Oh, and it’s 6:21. Still plenty of time….I used to wake Eric up at 4 in the morning for, um, checking practice. I think he’s always hated me a little for that. And this is karma getting back at me. I’m going to flip this now.“ The camera shows the pan again, and on this flip, the pancake lands on the edge of the skillet, mushy-side down. Jack uses his fingers to peel the pancake off and set it in the middle. “Oh, shi–no. I can fix this. Good as new.”

5. The final product is a nicely arranged meal of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon, with orange juice and coffee on the side. Everything is on the tray, and a vase of roses are next to it. Jack flips the camera over to give it a thumbs-up and a goofy smile. 

“Done. Finally. The kitchen is intact, which is, um, always a good thing. I put a lot of creamer and sugar in the coffee, because Eric doesn’t like black coffee. It’s just sugar at this point, I think. Um, it is 7:02 on Eric’s day off from the bakery, so he usually sleeps in ‘til 10. Hopefully he doesn’t kill me for this.”

6. Back in the bedroom, Bitty is rubbing his eyes and squinting, his golden hair a mess and still cocooned in the safety of his blankets. 

“Jack, honey, why are you up so early? Did you go jogging?” He yawns. “This is an ungodly hour, Lord, I don’t know how you do it.”

Jack’s voice comes through, soft and adoring, “Happy Anniversary, Bits.”

The video cuts off Bitty’s gasp when he notices the breakfast and flowers, “Oh, happy an–oh my God, Jack, you didn’t–?”

7. The last video is Bitty tucked under Jack’s chin, his face burrowed in the hollow of Jack’s throat. Jack is grinning like he just won a Stanley. 

“He cried,” Jack says, like he’s proud. 

“I did not,” Bitty’s muffled voice says. “You just surprised me.”

Jack presses a kiss to Bitty’s hairline and mumbles something. Bitty burrows in closer, if that is even possible. If Jack had been any louder, the viewers would’ve heard a low “I love you so much” in French. 

Crawl Home To Her (part 1)

part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 616

Summary: Reader is Steve’s little sister and Bucky’s best friend. She temporarily moves in with Bucky when her apartment catches fire. Only problem is, she has a crush on him. Living in such close proximity with him cannot end well. 

A/N: It will end well tho lmao^. If you guys actually want me to write this series though… Let me know if you guys are interested in this? Feedback feeds my soul.

Warnings: nada

Originally posted by enochianess

Bucky was in post-coital bliss when his phone started buzzing incessantly. He looked over at the little alarm clock on his nightstand. 2:43 am. Frowning as he reached over to his phone, he unplugged it from its charger. Who the hell was calling him at this ungodly hour? When his eyes adjusted to the bright light of his phone and he saw that the screen read ‘Steve’, he glanced over to the very naked blonde he had taken home that night and told her, “I’m going to take this. Get dressed, it’s getting late.” ‘It’s time for you to go’ was left unspoken but the look of slight annoyance on the woman’s face indicated she had perfectly understood what he had meant.

Keep reading


Prompt: you, an irl acquaintance, have seen my nsfw blog, I am now going to die, goodbye

Word Count: (a note before writing) this probably going to be short-ish, but it’s really just for fun. 559

Warnings: mentions of nsfw content, language, bucky being a little shit

Author’s Note: tbh I need a happy, funny prompt up. I need shit eating smirk Barnes messing with someone. You just happened to be that someone. Depending on how it ends, I’m up for a smut part two where Bucky has you pull some of the shit they do (def consensual , obviously).

One more update.” You whispered to yourself as you sit in your bed. It was late and you should be sleeping. Unfortunately you were such Evanstan trash that every hour was Chrisbastian hour (okay but me). You made one more post about updating your A/B/O fic tomorrow before turning off your phone. Time for a snack before really going to bed.

The halls of the tower were empty which didn’t shock you. No one was awake at this ungodly hour. You didn’t feel bad about it though. They couldn’t ask what you were doing this late at night. They didn’t need to know what you were doing. It’s bad to lie to your teammates.

You enter the kitchen to see it was dark and empty. ‘My soul’, you thought to yourself. A Sprite, a bag of honey roasted peanuts, and your phone were in your hand before you headed back to your room. Tony stopped hounding you about snacks in your room when he realized it just wasn’t happening You loved midnight snacks.

While waiting in the elevator, you saw it stop. The doors open to show Bucky, who was in workout gear. That was actually pretty normal. He worked out either really late at night or early in the morning. You two had a few run ins in this spot.

“Sup, Miss Americana?” Bucky asked, voice in a whisper but the most “I know your secret” smirk on his face. You turned your head so slowly it almost didn’t move at all. Eyes wide and heart beating a mile a minute, your mouth cracks open.

What did you just call me?” Your voice barely above a whisper as well. Bucky only kept the coolest smirk in your face.

“Well, that’s what you call yourself, don’t you?” Bucky asked. You could feel your cheeks turn bright red. The only reason that was your tag name was because it was an old inside joke between you and Natasha.

“No, my name is Y/N.” You tried to play it off. Bucky pushed the button to stop the elevator. Had he been this glistening earlier? Why was it so damn hot in here?

“Oh I know. You didn’t mask your works too well…or maybe I just know you that well. Even better now if you ask me.” Bucky winked. Sputters came from you.

“How did you find my Tumblr? Why did you-you read those? W-what?” You asked. Bucky chuckled to himself.

“Tony got me addicted to Twitter. Someone messaged me in suspicion of it being your account.” Bucky confessed. You raised an eyebrow.

“How did you know it was me though?” You asked. Bucky shrugged casually.

“Intuition, knowledge….the fact that you posted a joke I told you the other day.” It was official, your were going to die of embarrassment thanks to Bucky Barnes. He’d tell everyone. You were absolutely sure of it.

“Okay, it’s my account. Just please, please, don’t tell anyone. I’ll never live it down after.” You pleaded. Bucky seemed to think on it, pressing the button again to start the elevator.

“You owe me a solid. I’ll decide on what it is later.” Bucky said when the doors opened again. He made sure to wink one last time before leaving you there. He always knew how to shock the shit out of you.

Littlespoon Sammy

Pairing: Sam x Gabriel

Word Count: 1535

Warnings: um sleepy sam has sleepy hair? just kidding, none, i believe

Request: littlespoon!sam and gabriel? love you! (thank you for the request, I love you too!!)

A/N: ok. first. I am so so sorry it took me so long to get this out, it’s just finals have been stressing me out so much and i’m trying to do the best that i can to keep up with all of that. And second, once school is out, i should definitely be better about posting!! Not too long now! side note excuse my horrible titles

It’s three in the morning when Gabriel wakes up to an empty bed. He doesn’t know why he woke up, or what he dreamt about, but the first thing he notices is how Sam isn’t pressing a hand to his, asking what’s wrong. With a groan he rolls over onto the other side of the mattress, burrowing into the cold sheets and breathing in Sam’s comforting smell of lemon shampoo and books and pine needles. He stares up at the familiar ceiling of their bedroom and wonders why the hell he ever falls asleep without making sure Sam is next to him.

Technically, he doesn’t need sleep. And technically, he doesn’t need to share a bed with a certain hunter whose feet hang off the end anyway. Gabriel isn’t one for technicalities though, and his main focus is the sleeping next to Sam part.

Gabriel gets up with a yawn and a stretch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He shrugs on one of Sam’s old flannels but only bothers with buttoning it halfway, his sweats resting low on his hips and his hair a bird’s nest. Sam always says he looks so much more human when he wears his clothes and Gabriel loves that, even though he would never admit it.

In the process of maneuvering his way across the pitch black room he stubs his toe against the bed and swears, hopping precariously on one leg. “Every single time,” He mutters to himself, leaning against the doorframe until the pain in his foot subsides.

He shuffles through the bunker in search of his Winchester rather grumpily, squinting against the seemingly bright lights in the hallway and sliding his sock covered feet over the floor like a kid. Gabriel racks his brain for where Sam could possibly be at this ungodly hour, and comes up with just one option. He heads directly to the library with eyes still half glued shut and stumbles into a bookshelf along the way, grumbling profanity at that, too.

As soon as he sees Sam slumped over a book bigger than his head Gabriel can’t help a smile from growing on his lips, especially when he hears the little snores that escape from beneath his mop of hair every now and then. He peers over Sam’s shoulder at the scrawled latin phrases in the book turned makeshift pillow and shakes his head ruefully.

“Sammy, you nerd,” He quips, setting his hand on the other man’s shoulder as gently as he could; he knew Sam was a light sleeper and reacted impossibly fast when startled considering how tall he was.

“Whoa, hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s just me, Sammy,” Gabriel says softly, keeping a safe distance in case Sam striked out at him on instinct.

Sam blinks rapidly as he sits up and shields his eyes against the lights, and Gabriel grins at the fact that, of the two of them, his hair definitely looked worse. He pushes his chair back to stand and glances around as if to reorient himself, jumping at the sharp sound the chair legs scraping against the floor makes. He looks to Gabriel imploringly after frowning down at the watch on his arm and checking the time.

“What- what’re you doing up, Gabe?” Sam says groggily, his voice sluggish with the lingering effects of sleep, which he hasn’t gotten a full night of in Gabriel doesn’t even know how long. He rubs a hand across his eyes and Gabriel can see the tension in the lines of his face, the exhaustion starting to set in from countless nights spent researching.

Gabriel leans against the table and raises an eyebrow, his concern showing through as he chews at his lip. “I could say the same to you, Samsquatch.”

Despite how obviously burnt out he was, Sam lets out a snort of laughter, shaking his head as he stands up on unsteady legs. “Samsquatch? That’s gotta be the worst one yet.”

Resisting the urge to reach out and catch Sam’s arm because he knew Sam was too goddamn stubborn to accept help, even if it was something as simple as walking back to their room, Gabriel settles with standing just a bit too close. He’s certainly popping any personal space bubble Sam might’ve had, but this way he would be prepared to catch him if he were to fall asleep mid stride, which could be an actual possibility given his current state.

Sam glances over at him, an exasperated but easy smile gracing his lips. “You’re hovering,” he says not unkindly, gathering the files scattered around the table into a messy pile.

Gabriel shifts so that he can gaze up at Sam’s tired eyes and gives him a soft look, his tone even more so. “I’m just worried about you.”

The taller man sighs, and although he’s facing the other way now Gabriel just knows there’s that unmistakable hard look on his features, the one he uses on the rare occasion he doesn’t meet eye to eye with his angel but doesn’t have it in him to argue.

Shutting his laptop with an air of finality, Sam replies quietly, “You don’t have to worry about me, Gabe, I’m fi-”

Gabriel stands up straighter and the shakiness of his voice is evident. “Yes, Sam, I do have to worry about you, if you keep going on like this! And don’t you dare say you’re fine, because I know damn well you’re not. It’s getting too much, Sammy, so just- just, please, take a break from all this, okay?”

He had started out frustrated, just below a yell, but by the end he was pleading with Sam, the “okay?” hardly more than a hoarse whisper. Sam’s jaw is clenched with an emotion Gabriel can’t place and the circles under his eyes seemed harsher in the light. He unknits his eyebrows as the hunter protests, albeit halfheartedly.

“The case, Gabe, I can’t- I can’t just-”

“Sure you can,” Gabriel says gently, any traces of anger he had gone with one look at Sam’s hazel eyes, vulnerable and weary and washed out. He takes hold of Sam’s wrist and tries to slowly pull him away from the table as he talked. “Forget about the case, alright? It’s just one case, Sammy, just one. You don’t have to save the world everyday. Let someone else do that for a change, will ya? Just come to bed with me, Sam. You need to get some actual sleep.”

Sam stays silent for a second longer but doesn’t put up much of a fight at Gabriel’s “Sam, please, for me.” His tense shoulders relax as Gabriel fits a hand against his much bigger one and he allows himself to be led away from the books, from the case, from the stress.

As soon as they reach the bed Sam flops down onto it face first, his sleepiness hitting him full force once he finally acknowledged it existed. Gabriel pulls the covers back and climbs in after taking off his shirt, nudging Sam with his foot where he was stretched out across the end of the bed.

“You gonna get in here or do I have to make to you?” He jokes as he adjusts the pillows, throwing one at Sam’s head and grinning at the groan he gets in response.

Sam manages to wriggle out of his pants without getting up and peels his shirt off in the same fashion, crawling under the sheets next to Gabriel in just his underwear. “I think I could sleep for eighty thousand years,” He murmurs through a yawn as Gabriel pulls him closer, snaking an arm around his waist.

“Good,” Gabriel chuckles as Sam’s hair tickles his nose, “You need it.”

Sam’s back is pressed flat against Gabriel’s chest, their inhales and exhales matching in a perfect rhythm. Sam hums and tangles their legs together, pressing his feet against Gabriel’s briefly before the angel pulls his away with a yelp.

“Your feet are always freezing, Sam! Stop doing that!” Gabriel exclaims as Sam’s clear laugh seems to seep into the corners of his ribcage and echo wonderfully in his ears.

“I do it ‘cause I love you,” Sam teases as he scoots closer into Gabriel’s loose embrace, his feet kicked free of the covers and dangling over the edge of the bed like they always are.

Gabriel runs a hand up Sam’s arm lazily, breathing in his comforting smell of lemon shampoo and books and pine needles. He stares up at the familiar ceiling of their bedroom and thinks about just how true that statement is. “I love you too,” He breathes as he kisses Sam’s shoulder, “Cold feet and all.”

Even though Gabriel can’t see it Sam smiles into the pillow, his eyes already becoming heavy with sleep. He yawns and marvels at how right this feels; Gabriel’s arms around him, their hearts beating in time, the silence of the early morning. Sam can feel himself starting to slip into unconsciousness, his body finally getting the rest that it needs, and safely in Gabriel’s arms, he lets it happen.

“I love you.” Gabriel says it once more, and it’s the last thing Sam hears before he sleeps.

just-french-me-up  asked:

Okay prompt thing: Montparnasse has to squat the Triumvirate's apartment for some ungodly reason. No murder allowed but it comes close

“I am going to kill him!” Courfeyrac stomped his foot in annoyance and got a raised eyebrow from Combeferre on the couch and an annoyed sigh from Enjolras in his usual stool at the breakfast bar. He clung to a towel and change of clothes with one hand and held a bottle of shampoo in the other and frowned. “Do you know what he’s done this time?”

“Used all your soap?” Enjolras guessed, though he barely lifted his eyes from his computer screen and morning coffee.

Courf’s frown deepened, if that was possible. “No.”

“Stole your eyeliner?” Combeferre tried, and Courfeyrac shook his head.

“Not ever close. He kicked me out of the bathroom.” He held out the shampoo bottle, like that would somehow prove something about his point. “I have a class in an hour, and I need a shower before I leave, and he kicked me out!

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anonymous asked:

Could you please do 5 With yoongi?<3

5. “Wanna bet?”

drabble | smut | 729 words

You had been laying on the couch, skimming through multiple sites of social media through the illuminating screen of your phone. Yoongi sitting right beside you, had quite frankly been doing the exact same. It was only when you reached out to speak, and the both of you looked away from your screens.

“Yoongi, I swear to god I’ve already seen every single post on Instagram in these past two hours of doing absolutely nothing.” His eyes were still glued onto his phone, until you waved your hands in front of his face to block his vision.

“First of all, that isn’t possible. And second of all, what’s your point?” He finally spoke, making it sound as if you were a nuisance.

“My point is Yoongi, that I am so fucking bored. So let’s do something, come on!” You urged while nudging him with your elbow.

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Why not? It’s better than doing the same thing for another 2 hours!” He tore is gaze away from you, and his hands were typing away on his screen. You rolled your eyes and huffed in annoyance.

“Actually, I am totally okay with doing this for another 2 hours.”

If your best friend wasn’t going to help you out when you were bored, who else was going to? Everyone else was busy, and Yoongi seemed to be the only one who managed to spend a day together with you after awhile.

“Come on, you’re schedule has been so packed lately and we barely have time to see each other. So, let’s do something fun!” You hunched towards him, your weight sinking into the sofa. It was as if you’re presence was unknown to him.

When you realized he was ignoring you, you decided to get on his nerves.

“Yoongi…” You whined, while lifting yourself off from the sofa and placing yourself on his lap. He jumped from your unexpected action, causing his phone to slip out of his grasp.

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing?” He managed to stutter, his hands awkwardly resting at his sides. Sure, you both were touchy with each other; resting your heads on each other’s laps, or giving each other back rubs, but this was now an entirely different situation.

“Trying to have fun.” You toyed with collar of his shirt, and to be honest, you didn’t plan on doing anything like this. But you didn’t mind, now that you had Yoongi’s full attention.

You leaned in closer, weight shifting on his thighs and your hips becoming dangerously close to his. “Wanna bet?” You whispered against his lips.

“Oka-” you didn’t allow him to speak, and simply connected your lips with his. He didn’t seem to mind though, his mouth moving against yours naturally.

“Let’s see who can kiss the longest without having to pull apart,” a smirk played at your lips, and he was clearly leaning into your suggestion by grabbing your cheeks to pull you into a deep kiss.

Your body was already heating up into flames, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he darted his tongue out to swipe it against your lips. Air was seeping out of your lungs at an ungodly rate, but Yoongi only intensified the kiss. His velvet lips moved swiftly against yours, tongues exploring the caverns of your mouths. You didn’t expect for it to become as heated as this, your hips even began to unknowingly buck against his. You could feel your mind becoming foggy, and with one last swipe of your tongue you were forced to pull apart.

“Oh my god…” You breathed, while resting your head against his shoulder. You were sure that the both of you had been going at it for at least 3 minutes, yet Yoongi seemed as if he could double the amount without taking a single breathe.

“I guess I won huh?” His hands encased your waist and pulled you close to him. “So, what’s my prize? Wait, before you answer that, can I choose?”

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you choose.” You admitted in defeat.

“You have to do whatever I say for a whole day.” Yoongi pressed his lips in a thin line, anticipating your answer.

“Alright. Well, what’s your first command?”

“Let’s do something fun.” He suggested, and from the moment his lips latched onto your neck, you knew exactly what he meant.
Chapter One

Age difference between Sammy and Gabriel where Gabriel pretends to not want Sam because he’s not becoming a total creep for lusting after his best friend’s little brother.

“I’m a creep. I’m such a creep.”

That has become Gabriel’s motto ever since he met his best friend’s little brother. His name is Sam and everything about him was just yes. He’s tall, smart, and when he laughs, God, Gabriel loses his mind. When they first met, Sam was 15 and annoying but in that awkward teen-dork sort of way. Endearing more than anything. But two years later provides Gabriel with a smart 17 year old puppy-dog cute teen. He isn’t sure when it all changed but he doesn’t like it.

He doesn’t like it one bit.

You see, Gabriel is in his third year of undergraduate school getting his bachelor’s degree in business management and culinary arts. He’s double majoring for the benefit of starting his own little shop in uptown New York. He has already completed the majority of his start up plan- which is rare for a 21 year old still in college, but harboring natural skills takes people far in life if utilized correctly.

But none of that is an issue for him. The current cause of his sleepless nights, dozens of chocolate cookies, and stressed induced episodes were due to the fresh out of high school bright eyed and bushy-tailed teen standing right in front of him. Sam. Sam is going to be the death of him.

Gabriel just knows it.

“Are you even listening?” Sam asks, going through the bowl of skittles, picking out all of the green and orange ones since they’re his favorites. “I mean, you’re just staring off into space again. Are you having an inner Gabriel montage or something?”

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Learning to Love (Again) - Chapter 1 (CS Modern AU)

Summary: In the wake of his crumbling marriage, Killian Jones turns to his best friend Emma Swan for help. Even though Emma had just ended a two year long relationship she is more than happy to welcome Killian and Nate, his eleven month old son, into her home. What neither of them expect is to learn how to love again through each other.

A/N: I wanted to wish the happiest of birthdays to @o-u-a-timer. Mona, you are an amazing person and I am so happy to have met you. You are definitely my writing soulmate 3. Thank you so much for always being there for me. Love ya, chica!

Huge thanks to @the-lady-of-misthaven and @chrissascorner for helping in the beta department. 

This story was meant to be a quick one-shot to celebrate a wonderful friend’s birthday. I quickly found out that to do it justice, it needed to be multi-chapter. As of now, I have one chapter written…so it will likely be a bit before the next chapter is posted as I HAVE to get ahead in my writing (I normally don’t post until I have five chapters written).

Also, it wouldn’t be a fic from me without a good amount of angst. I will say that is will not be near the amount that was seen in Sometimes It Hurts though, if you read that one.

Anyway, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own OUAT or it’s characters. 

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Chapter One

Sighing in frustration, Emma shifted her fingers through her hair. The bright red numbers from the clock on the stove were mocking her, reminding her of how late it really was. Yet, there she stood in the kitchen, making popcorn, and preparing to watch a movie despite the hour. Good thing she didn’t have to work tomorrow. David had graciously given her the day off after she’d spent the last three days staking out a suspect’s house and successfully apprehending him earlier that day.

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Imagine talking to the team when you subconsiously start talking in Dutch and the whole team has no idea what you are talking about.

A/N: It is was so amazing to write this! As a Dutch person and writer I have thought about posting something written completly in Dutch here before but since that won’t be fun for you all (seriously who here understands Dutch besides the Dutch people? Do I even have Dutch followers? I never thought about that holy leo mcshizzle) I decided to write this!

Also, the reader is based on me whenever I am getting tired and I am talking to friends who don’t understand any Dutch. Okay, I don’t start talking in Dutch completly but I do find myself struggling with basic grammar rules and my Dutch mind taking over my English one. It’s very fun to experience xD

I hope that you all enjoy this one! If you want to read more, make sure to check out my masterlist and don’t forget to follow if you want to see me appear on your dash. You can also request for a one-shot right now!

- Vera

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The room was crowded with people, people you did not recognise and people you did not want to start a conversation with. Too many people with too many stories and too many intentions on this ungodly hour, awake and ready to participate in a meeting you wanted to get out of as soon as possible. You had to attend though, something you wished wasn’t reality yet it was. You were still tired from the mission that you had just returned from, and you just knew that nothing good would happen when you were tired.
Your teammates  were all seated around the large table, surrounded by business people who were all interested in whatever Tony wanted to sell them. Why the team should be participating in it was something that you hadn’t figured out yet. You fell on the table with your head, trying to block out all of the noices that were surrounding.
“You okay doll?”
You were happy that Bucky sat next to you, that there was at least someone you know close to you so you wouldn’t have to surpress the thoughts to murder everyone that wanted to have a ‘friendly’ chat.
“Yeah, I’m just… tired, je know?”
You immidiatly started cursing in your head. It took you way longer than usual to form an answer and you could swear that some of the words weren’t even English at all. This was going to be a long day.

Maybe you were physically at the meeting, hearing about the new plan from Tony that involved the Avengers, a bunch of schoolkids and the media, but mentally, you were sure you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t paid that much attention, only answering some of the questions but passing most of them on to James. Your mind was working against you and you really wanted to go back to your room and sleep for some days.
You could hear the chairs around you moving, signaling that the meeting was over. You wanted to get out of the chair but someone stopped you.
“You do know that we are staying, right?”
“Ja, sorry.”
The words you said reminded you of something from the past but you couldn’t really point down what it exactly was. As you sat down again Bucky looked at you weirdly but you didn’t notice, instead looking at the table and wating until everyone was gone.
You could feel the sleepiness creeping back into your body and you just wished that this all would be over soon.
You were dazing of but promptly woken up again by Tony, who had clapped in his hands as an attempt to get everyone’s attention. Well, mostly yours since the rest of the team was still awake and paying attention, unlike you.
“What I want to know is your opinion on the presented idea.”
“What I want to know is why you thought that it was a good idea to first present this plan to the public and then discuss with us and if we even want to do this.”
You snickered at the answer Steve had given him, voicing the thoughts that the most of you were probably having. Tony decided to just ignore him, instead focussing on the fact that you weren’t that present during the presentation. Not that you cared though. The only thing you did care about was when you could get back to your relationship with your bed.
“[Y/N], do you have anything to say? Anything to ask? Did you get anything from the meeting or were you just sleeping?”
“Haha, heel grappig Tony. En voor als je het wilt weten, ik heb het wel allemaal mee gekregen, ik was en ben gewoon te moe om er iets op te zeggen. Kunnen we trouwens opschieten met whatever we hiermee willen bereiken want ik wil eigenlijk terug naar mijn bed. Ik heb hem een week moeten missen door die missie en ik wil het eigenlijk niet nog langer maken.”
The confused looks that the others were giving you were making you a little uncomfortable. For as far as you know there had been nothing wrong with what you just had said but their looks made you question yourself, not really sure if you could even trust yourself.
“Uhm, waarom kijken jullie mij zo aan? Heb ik iets verkeerds gezegd?”
“[Y/N], what exactly are you saying?”
“Hoe bedoel je, wat ben ik aan het zeggen? Gasten, ik wil gewoon terug naar mijn bed is dat teveel gevraagd?”
Everybody was just stairing at you in confusion and you could swear that the tension hanging around you all was enough to break a diamond.
“I’m really sorry [Y/N], but I have no idea about what you just said whatsoever.”
You looked at him, trying to understand why he was saying it and what had made him not understand what you had said. What made them not understand.
It didn’t take long before you realised why the words you had said earlier had sounded funny to you, why everyone surrounding you didn’t understand the meaning of them.
“Van alles wat er kon gebeuren moest er dit gebeuren.”
You stood up, shoving back your chair as you tried to avoid eyecontact with your teammates, not knowing what to do. Sure, you were tired and you knew that whenever you were tired you started doing stupid things but never had it happened to you that you had completly fallen back to your first language.
“FRIDAY, kan je alsjeblieft de rest vertellen dat ik naar bed ga?”
You knew that FRIDAY was the one that could understand you - or so you hoped - and before you left the room, you turned around one last time, an apologetic look on your face as you looked at the people in the room, all of them confused about what was happening.
“Het spijt me echt van wat er net is gebeurd.”
With that you left the room, not intending to talk to any of your teammembers in the upcoming weeks if that was possible.

Even though your bed was the comfiest as possible and you were beyond tired you couldn’t fall asleep. Instead you found yourself looking up to your ceiling, the thoughts clouding your mind as you were wondering what had caused your fallback in the meeting.
You hadn’t been talking in Dutch for years since you left your home country to go to America. Sure, sometimes you still found yourself struggling with the English language but you had never found yourself speaking in Dutch without even realising it.
A small knock on your door took your attention away from your ever-clouded mind and even though you were curious who was standing there, you had no intention on actually letting them inside your room.
The door opened anyways and you mentally cursed for forgetting to lock it, something that you hadn’t thought of when all that had took over your mind was your bed and how much you had missed it.
You were alarmed when you didn’t just hear the footsteps of one person but from multiple and you tried to look up while staying face-flat on your bed.
“Are you alright doll?”
Bucky’s soothing voice always had a calming effect on you but right now that effect was probably still in the meeting room, as you noticed the stress slowly creeping back into your body.
A groan left your lips as you felt the space next to you dip, a couple of people taking place around you - was that seriously necessary?
“Why didn’t you ever tell us that you were from Europe?”
You didn’t bother to look up as you replied, not entirely expecting that question but it didn’t surprise you that much.
“You never asked.”
You felt a hand on your shoulder, one that felt smaller than the ones of the boys that you knew were in your room and you wished they could all just dissapear, leaving you alone with your worries and your thoughts and -
“It would have made things easier if we had known.”
Of course, Wanda was there. Normally you would have talked about anything with her but you felt yourself shying away, realising that she could look in your mind and maybe even read your thoughts and what were you even thinking when -
“Hey, [Y/N], calm down, calm down.”
“Turn around doll, otherwise you might suffocate.”
You rolled on your bed, falling against a wall of bodies that felt familiar as you took in a deep breath, not realising that you had needed that. The tears were slowly streaming down your cheeks and you felt embarassed by how you were acting in front of your friends.
They weren’t with that many people as you originally thought. Bucky and Steve sat to your left, both trying to check if you were okay, accompanied by Wanda on your right who still had a hand on your shoulder.
You just stared up towards the ceiling, not daring to look any of them as you spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
Your voice was raspy but you were happy that the few words that you managed to say were in normal English instead of your stupid language.
“Don’t be. You know, it was honestly quite impressive what you did.”
You moved your body up, looking Steve in the eye as you processed his words.
“Well, you were sitting there, just talking on in some foreign language that none of us had heard before and you didn’t seem to notice or decide to change that, instead just continue talking. I mean, that was kind off impressive.”
You smiled softly, still not feeling happy but at least knowing that they didn’t completly hate you.
“Dutch. I was talking in Dutch without realising it. Have been since I was born actually.”
Bucky’s voice made you look at him as your smile widened at his words.
“That doesn’t make it any less impressive doll.”


Ja, sorry : Yes, sorry

Haha, heel grappig Tony. En voor als je het wilt weten, ik heb het wel allemaal mee gekregen, ik was en ben gewoon te moe om er iets op te zeggen. Kunnen we trouwens opschieten met whatever we hiermee willen bereiken want ik wil eigenlijk terug naar mijn bed. Ik heb hem een week moeten missen door die missie en ik wil het eigenlijk niet nog langer maken. : Haha, very funny Tony. And if you want to know, I did understand everything that was said, I was just too tired to comment anything on it. Can we by the way hurry up with whatever we are trying to reach here because I actually want to go back to my bed. I had to miss it for a week because of the mission and I don’t want to make that time any longer.

Uhm, waarom kijken jullie mij zo aan? Heb ik iets verkeerds gezegd? : Uhm, why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong? 

Hoe bedoel je, wat ben ik aan het zeggen? Gasten, ik wil gewoon terug naar mijn bed is dat teveel gevraagd? : What do you mean, what exactly am I saying? Guys, I just want to go back to my bed is that too much to ask?

Van alles wat er kon gebeuren moest er dit gebeuren : From everything that could happen this had to happen.

FRIDAY, kan je alsjeblieft de rest vertellen dat ik naar bed ga? : FRIDAY, can you please tell the rest that I am going to bed?

Het spijt me echt van wat er net is gebeurd. : I am really sorry about what just happened.

(Translations aren’t spot on word on word translated, but more in a way like how do I let this sentence make sense in English? Let’s translate it that way!)

After Coffee; Chapter 7

Hello guys!! Just so you know, the chapter after this one is going to be the last one I post in a while, (I’m going to New York to see Hamilton - be jealous) so savor it. Don’t worry tho, Chapter 8 is going to be more than enough to tide you over. I hope you like this one!!

@drawyourtomorrow, @nutelladiangelo, @gampirevampire, @baz-the-cat, @thenutellapanini, and @we-were-stars

She learns a lot, but they have even more to learn themselves. 

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8(Chapter 9(Chapter 10(Chapter 11(Chapter 12(Chapter 13)

“It’s just, when you’re young, you have this idea about how your life is going to play out. Maybe it’s something your parents told you, or that the media taught you, or that society dictated. Even as you get older, you still have all these… expectations. But then, inevitably, reality gets in the way, and nothing goes how you had planned. And you’re just stuck there, wondering what you did wrong, or what the hell you’re going to do now.”

It was four in the morning, and Penny was learning that, when Baz was drunk and tired, he tended to get very philosophical.

She had learned a lot about Baz in the past several hours. At the beginning, it had been like a mix between a police interrogation and a job interview. She had gruffly asked deeply personal questions, and then stared Baz down until he answered them.

Simon had put a stop to that fairly quickly. He was protective of Baz, it seemed, which told her just as much as the interrogation would’ve. She then moved on to more… subversive methods. She approached it more like a friendly conversation, talking about favorite colors and movies and other seemingly inane topics. Then, she introduced vodka (whipped cream flavored – who’d have thought?) into the equation, and it was all over.

Simon had conked out around 2 AM, and was still asleep on the couch. His messy hair was splayed out on the cushion, his body contorted into a loose knot. Bits of moonlight filtered through the windows, illuminating his skin. Even in sleep, he seemed to radiate soft, golden energy. Or maybe Baz was just really drunk.

“I feel that.” Penny responded, “I sure as hell never thought my life would involve sitting on the floor at an ungodly hour with your drunk ass”

He shoved her

“Come on, you know you love me”


Penny looked over to Baz, her expression shifting from sarcasm to sincerity.

“I really, honestly want to thank you for helping Simon out like this. He needed someone to confide in, and- even though I’m still super pissed he didn’t come to me first- I’m glad it was you.”

Baz nodded his head, sensing the truth behind her words.

“You know, with all that shit with hid dad, and breaking up with Agatha, I really worry about his well being.”

Baz perked up.

“Who’s Agatha?”

Penny sighed. Simon had really gotten himself into a mess with this one.

“She is- was Simon’s girlfriend. They broke up a few days ago. He was pretty torn up about it.”

Baz’s heart dropped to the floor. The room began to spin, and it (probably) wasn’t because of the vodka. He didn’t have time to process this new information, however, because Penny was standing up.

“I told you at the beginning of the night that my purpose here was to decide if I trusted you. Well, I’ve made my decision. I do. I trust you Baz… with Simon. You’re a good man. So, I’m going to head out.”

She grabbed her coat and walked toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

She kept walking.

“Home. Paris. Wherever I want.”

Baz supposed she could, but…

“You’d better not be driving!”

“Why not? I never touched a drop of alcohol.”

He remembered the events of the night, and, now that he thought about it, she never had. Damn, she was good.

She took one last look at the boy sleeping on the couch. She sighed again. She had done her bit, and he would have to sort the rest out himself. Then, she was gone.

Baz sat there for a moment, marveling at the sheer, biblical awesomeness of Penelope Bunce, before he remembered what she had told him. Simon had a girlfriend. Well, not currently, but that was beside the point.

He was foolish to have thought that he and Simon could be anything more than… well, whatever they were. Not strangers anymore, to be sure: they knew too many of each other’s secrets for that. Baz wasn’t sure he could call them friends either. It sounded terribly emo, but Baz had never really had friends. There were people he had hung out with at school, but they were family acquaintances, more allies than anything else.

He looked over at Simon. He had shifted his position, and was now holding a throw pillow like a teddy bear, drooling slightly.

Baz knew one thing: be it friends or something more, he just needed to be something with Simon Snow.

Polaroid at 3am

Inspired by classifiedluke‘s post :-)

A quiet sigh left your mouth when you checked your phone screen again, wishing that the time would go faster a little. It said 3 am which means you were up almost two hours now and you had no idea why. Usually you were the one who sleeps the most but of course Luke can be quiet a challenge, too. You glared at him at the corner of your eyes, he was sleeping on his side, his mouth half open and one of his arm lazily dropped around your waist. You remember you almost squealed when he did that, surprised by his sudden movement in his sleep. Thank god he could sleep during a thunderstorm without waking up and your voice is nothing compared to that. Staring at the ceiling did not help at all either, and soon the blanket that covered only your waist was like torture itself as it felt like it’s burning your skin. You thought about pushing it off of yourself but that would mean waking up your boyfriend which wasn’t a really good idea. Grumpy Luke is something you don’t need in this ungodly hour. 

But you had to do something. 

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A PAIR OF PUPPIES - Calum Imagine

I wrote this a while ago and never posted it oops
–‘i met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night’ au
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‘What the actual hell oh my god I’m being robbed someone is trying to break into my house this is officially the day I die oh my god what are those noises oh that’s the fence oh god that’s the dog barking whoever is breaking in is probably going to kill the dog too oh god oh god oh god where is my baseball bat when I finally decide to use it oh no the dog shut up he killed my dog that’s it this is my end goodbye world.’ Talk about grace under pressure. Don’t worry though everyone would have similar thoughts if they heard strange noises in their backyard at 3am. You gathered up some courage and were ready to hide your ass from whoever was there because who goes and checks out how the robber is doing? People with a death wish. That’s who.

But then the weirdest thing happened. Somebody giggled. ‘That’s it this is the worst robber ever’ you thought because for real? Giggling? You drew the curtain a little and looked out to your streetlight-lit backyard. And let’s say it was not what you expected.

Lying on the ground was a guy playing with your dog. What. The. Fuck.

You decided to go downstairs to see who the hell had broken into your backyard to pet your dog. As you got closer you could hear that he was not just laughing hysterically, but he was also talking in that voice you use to talk to animals, and he was just repeating “puuuuuppy puppypuppy”. You got to where he was lying and he didn’t seem to really notice you, so you picked up your little pug and looked at him.

“HEY! What are you doing gimme the puppy back!” he said doing grabby hands at your pup. “Gimme gimme gimme gimme giMMEEEEEEEE” he whined, almost crying.

“Shhhhhh shut up, it’s 3am you’re gonna wake everybody up.” You whispered. “Now who the hell are you and what are you doing in my backyard?”

He just blankly looked at you. No expression whatsoever on his face. “Lady, give me the dog” he said without changing his expression. Needless to say you didn’t give him the dog. “LADY, I said give me the dog!”

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