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anonymous asked:

A little scenario or FanFic where the phantom boys are asleep and the reader is watching him and starts to stroke his hair and kiss his cheeks n stuff. But the boy suddenly "awakes" because he was actually acting to be asleep If you have character limit, maybe only Akira and Yusuke?

OMG this is so cute and funny. Thank you, and I hope you like it!!

Edit: AAAAAA I accidentally posted this without finishing Yusuke’s, so please hang on!! ;_;

…Okay, finished! LOL


Akira:

“Akira, are you sleeping?”

S/O’s whisper was only greeted by their boyfriend’s steady, rhythmic breathing. The frosty Saturday night resulted in the couple retreating under S/O’s comforter and bed-sheets; the sanctuary of warmth beckoned and enveloped them like the embrace of sunshine. 

S/O’s gaze was plastered on Akira’s face, his features soft and relaxed under the illumination of the dim moonlight. They brushed some of his raven locks aside with their fingertips as they breathed, “I guess you really are asleep…” They paused, then gently pressed a kiss to his forehead. “It makes me happy to see you so… at peace. I hope one day you can look like this when you’re awake, too… you deserve more from this world than a scowl and tired eyes.”

S/O approached him once more to peck his porcelain cheek; however, they were only met with a pair of soft lips. Their eyes abruptly flicked up, and S/O gasped when they realized they were peering directly into Akira’s blinking onyx orbs. 

“You’re very chatty tonight,” he teased, his voice raspy from waking up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Heat began to accumulate in S/O’s cheeks. How much did he hear?

Akira shook his head and smiled fondly as he pressed S/O closer to him. “No, it’s okay. I love the sound of your voice. It makes me feel… at peace.”

S/O’s cheeks flushed a deep ruby and they were about to reprimand him for teasing them until they were interrupted by a low chuckle and the nearly inaudible words, “I love you.”

After a moment of hesitation, S/O decidedly closed their mouth and snuggled into the security of his chest; the scolding could wait another day. “I love you, too, Akira.”


Ryuji:

It was the middle of the day and the beaming sun was at its peak, washing over all of Tokyo with its radiance; yet, here Ryuji was, napping with his head in S/O’s lap as they lounged on the sofa. 

“You fell asleep on purpose, didn’t you?” S/O complained. The entire point of Ryuji visiting them was for the purpose of studying; naturally, he stubbornly utilized sleeping as his last resort to avoid the monotonous activity of skimming through papers. Against their will, S/O grinned at the snoozing boy before them, and then stroked his smooth, yet chiseled cheeks.

“Your brightness outmatches the sun outside, you know,” S/O quietly stated. “Days without you are so… dark, and lifeless. Don’t ever forget how important… you are…” 

S/O trailed off upon noticing a faint rosy blush dusting Ryuji’s cheeks, and their eyes narrowed. You little faker, they thought.

A light bulb flashed in their brain, and S/O deviously leered as they ever-so-slowly traced Ryuji’s chest with the tip of their finger. “Oh my god, ew ew ew, a spider!”

As expected, Ryuji’s eyes snapped open and he whipped upright immediately, frantically brushing his tank top. “Where?! G-get it off!” 

S/O crossed their arms sternly and glared at the back of his blonde head. “Oops, my bad. It was just an eavesdropping little fly on the wall.”

Ryuji’s shoulders tensed up and he timidly pivoted to face S/O, who was currently summoning all of their willpower to maintain a straight face; it was entirely too unfair when he acted so adorable. “C-c’mon babe, studying’s so borin’, and you were bein’ so friggin’ cute and sweet, and-”

He was interrupted by a spontaneous kiss, and S/O averted their eyes from him as they stuttered, “G-go study, or else I’m not gonna kiss you for the rest of the day.” 

Ryuji furiously blushed as his chocolate eyes widened, and he swore he felt an arrow pierce through his fluttering heart. Without warning he tackled S/O and mercilessly smooched them, muttering “I love you” and “You’re so cute” between kisses. S/O’s scornful demeanor dissipated to one of embarrassment and levity; needless to say, studying was soon forgotten as S/O squeaked and giggled from Ryuji’s seemingly perpetual onslaught of affection. He truly was far more incandescent than the sun outside could ever aspire to be.


Yusuke:

S/O sighed as they strutted in through the front door of Yusuke’s dorm and discarded their shoes. “Not again.”

Every so often, Yusuke would doze off on his stool while he was in the process of painting, and how he managed to stay perched atop his seat, S/O would never know.

They strayed to the sofa to procure a blanket that was placed there, then they cautiously swept it around the sleeping artist’s shoulders. S/O raked their fingers through his sapphire hair and planted a delicate kiss on his cheek as they whispered, “At least you’re finally taking a break… you really work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. I wish you didn’t have to struggle so much…”

Briefly after concluding their statement, Yusuke’s eyes fluttered open and he mumbled, “Hello, dear. I’m glad you could make it.”

Subsequent to a greeting kiss, S/O shyly implored, “Um… did I wake you up?”

Yusuke shook his head in reply. “It’s no trouble at all, I was not even asleep.” He felt a chill course through his spine upon realizing his confession. “I-I mean…!”

Any expression that once occupied S/O’s face was now deteriorated and replaced with a blankness comparable to Yusuke’s empty canvas.

“S-S/O, please, do not make such a face-”

“Yusuke,” S/O said, their voice devoid of emotion.

He broke out into a sweat and anticipated the inevitable punishment; however, S/O simply pressed their lips to Yusuke’s and cradled his face with the palms of their hands. “I meant every word. Give yourself some rest every now and then, okay?” 

Another swift peck was imprinted on Yusuke’s forehead, and he covered S/O’s hands with his own, smiling tenderly as he compromised, “Only if you join me, my love.”

S/O’s lips fondly curved upward. “I’d love to.”

Workout Log 7-20-17

A lot of people asked on my last post about the glute bridge the woman at the gym showed me. It was like this–

MY ASS WAS ON FIRE!

Especially with the dumbbells I added.

Anyway. Today was chest and shoulder. Made some progress on chest weight but I guess my shoulders are surprisingly weak. Huh. We have some work to do! 

Treadmill Warmup (10 minutes)
Push Ups: 35
Fly/Rear Fly: 3 x 8 65/50 (+15/5)
Chest Press: 3 x 8 55 lbs (+20)
Incline Dumbbell Bench Press: 3 x 10 w/ 17.5 lb dumbbells (+2.5)
Overhead Shoulder Press: 3 x 10 w/ 15 lb dumbbells
Side Lateral Raises: 3 x 10 w/ 15 lb dumbbells
Front Raises: 3 x 10 w/ 15 lb dumbbells
Upright Row: 3 x 10 w/ 15 lb dumbbells

Playlist Picks: Symphony X’s Paradise Lost, in my new headphones. Oh. Aww, yis.

Apps featured in this post include Fitbit.

Me: Wow! It’s  2 a.m, I should go to sleep!

Also me:

im sorry but yoongi didnt starve himself, the members of sistar didnt sleep on the practice floor at night, jooheon didnt eat leftovers out of the trash, and wonho’s family didnt go bankrupt so he could debut for these Caucasian males to even think they can come in to the industry and just claim to be a kpop group without the hardships and without the years of hardwork. If they honestly think they are even comparable to these idols, then im sorry but they’re seriously delusional. 

How do you think Lexa (your character in The 100) would be in the zombie apocalypse?

ADC: [Laughs] How cool, I loved that question because it’s something I constantly think. Of course Lexa would do super good in the zombie apocalypse. She would be great. Ever wondered how cool?

—  Alycia Debnam-Carey during press tour in Mexico
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a summary of kim himchan in Episode 1 of JUNG DAE MAN

Love Yourself, Love

Requested Prompt: Can you do an imagine where tom has a gf who has really low self esteem and is really struggling with her confidence, and tom is there to help her realize that self-love is important? (@dropdeadrxses)

           Thanks so much for this request! This is something that I’ve struggled with for a long time and have only recently overcome emotionally, but am still battling physically. If anyone ever needs support in any aspect of life, please know you can talk to me.

Warnings: reader struggling with self-esteem, self-loathing, self-depreciation, fluff

ANON/ASK/MESSAGE :)


The Hollywood Reporter had just leaked photos from the photo shoot Tom did with his Homecoming co-star, Zendaya, and (Y/N) was curled up on Tom’s couch, eyes lingering over how stunning Tom’s new friend looked and mind running with scenarios of things that could have happened ‘behind the scenes.’ (Y/N) hated how easy it was for her to completely discredit herself, but in reality, what did she have to offer Tom or anyone for that matter?

She couldn’t help but notice how Tom’s shirt seemed to have a different number of buttons opened in various photos. Instantly, her mind went to thoughts of him cheating on her. Her chest tightened as she thought about what could have happened between the two of them. She knew that Tom was raised to be a gentleman and certainly distinguished himself from other guys their age, but the thought wouldn’t leave her mind. She was a no body and always would be. her disdain had nothing to do with the fact that Tom was a celebrity and she was a regular Joe, and it had nothing to do with the fact that Zendaya was a celebrity, she just didn’t know how anyone could see anything worth their time in her.

The soft pattering of Tom’s feet sounded as he made his way down the stairs and toward his girlfriend. “Hey, love,” he called out to her, “I was thinking we could go out to dinner tonight with everyone and I can show you off.” (Y/N) rolled onto her back, feeling the tension in her shoulder subside immediately. She clicked the screen of her phone off and dropped it onto the coffee table as Tom lifted her legs to sit beneath them. 

“Why?” she asked without intending to.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he asked in return with a smile across his face as he rested his hands on her knee.

“Because you can be with like three models at the same time right now and you’re with me,” she sighed all too quickly.

“Why would you say that?” he asked, his voice ignorant of the emotions running through her head.

“Because it’s true,” she scoffed lightly. “You’re an easy ten and I’m like what, maybe a five on a good day?”

“How could you think you’re a five, (Y/N)?” he asked with a laugh in his voice, still not picking up on the fact that she was growing even more upset.

“Just forget about it,” she sighed while slipping her legs out from under his and making her way toward Tom’s room, which she occasionally stayed in. She dropped onto the bed, pulled the sheets up to her neck, and curled into a ball while lying on her side. it didn’t take long for Tom to make his way back toward his room and close the door behind him.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)?” he asked while sliding into the bed beside her.

“Can you please just leave me alone?” she muttered.

“Only if you tell me what’s making you so sad,” Tom stated while rubbing his thumb across her shoulder.

“Why are you with me?” she mumbled through the sheets as a small tear slid out of the side of her eye.

“Because I love you,” he said as he moved his fingers through her hair.

“But why do you love me?” she pestered as another tear slid across her nose from the other eye. “What do you see in me that makes you think I’m worth anything? There’s nothing special about me,” her voice started to shake slightly as she continued to admit to him everything that stood between them. “In fact, there are a lot of things about me that you didn’t know about when we first got together. I know my baggage is something that you didn’t sign up for when you met me. Why do you continue to deal with me? How can you be so nice to me when all I’ve been is a burden to you? Here you are, asking to go out and have a great time and all I can think of is why you haven’t dumped me or cheated on me yet.”

Tom’s chest tightened at her words and he flopped onto his left side. He slid his left arm underneath (Y/N)’s head, draped his right over her waist and laced their fingers together. His words were lodged in his throat but he couldn’t bring himself to say them without having his voice crack from sorrow. Tom cleared his throat and traced his thumb along her hand before speaking. “You may not see anything special in yourself, (Y/N), but you’re wrong,” he said softly as the wind created from the ceiling fan brushed her hair across his cheek. “I love that you can make me laugh when I’m having the worst day ever, I love that when you’re scared I feel compelled to make you feel safe in my arms, I love the way your nose crinkles when you laugh. When you walk into a room, I can’t help but ignore everything else and focus on you because there’s a pounding in my heart that makes concentrating on anything else so incredibly difficult.” Slowly, (Y/N) rolled over to face Tom. He pushed away the tears rolling along her face with his thumb and smiled at her. “I love the way you look when you wake up in the morning with a weird mix of bed head and sex hair,” he said while ruffling her hair lightly. “I love how smart you are and how you’re constantly pushing me to be a better person so that I can be a better boyfriend, because I want to be the man that you deserve.” She couldn’t help the tears that overcame her at his words. “And when I asked you to be my girlfriend, I asked that of every part of you, even the one’s I didn’t know about yet.”

The tears streaking (Y/N)’s face were a blend of joy and sadness as Tom pressed his forehead against hers. “You deserve more than I can offer you,” she said with an empty tone in her voice.

“Believe me when I say that you are more than I deserve, (Y/N),” he said as he took her hands in his. “All you need to do is love yourself, love,” he said while pressing his lips against her head. “I will help you through this,” he promised and then placed his lips gently and passionately against hers, “because you don’t deserve to go another day without seeing and apppreciating all of the things about you that make me love you.”

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She doesn’t remember a spaceship. But she does remember ‘hugging’ Mulder so that he wouldn’t freeze - snuggling prescribed and lovingly administered by his very own Scully, Medical Doctor ™ 

- - Mulder & Scully’s difference of opinion about what happened in Antarctica - ‘The X Files : Fight The Future’ and S8, Ep 19 ‘Alone’