On V-live loves told the NU’EST W members they don’t need to press the heart button and they said “that’s right, you guys do it for us now.”
I guess they are so used to pressing the heart button to increase the number themselves because of low viewership on v-live, that its just a natural reaction even though now they have many loves to press the heart. Look at how rapidly JR is pressing the heart button, it’s actually really sad😭 😭 😭 You guys better stop pressing the heart cos we are here to do it for you!!
V-lives now Vs a Year Ago, look at that difference
Summary: Tom and reader have a false alarm with a pregnancy test which brings them to wonder if they’re actually ready to be parents.
A/N: literally pissed cause I already wrote this but when I tried to post it tumblr deLETED ALL OF IT AND NOW ITS NOT AS GOOD I SUCK IM SORRY IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT THIS ONE SUCKS IM SORRY
I felt my blood run cold as I stared at the plus sign on the stick. How could this have happened!? Tom and I were always so careful… except for that one night… but he just looked so good and we had a few too many, but I still took the morning after pill!
I grabbed for my phone on the bathroom counter and dialed Harrison’s number. He’ll know what to do. He always wants what’s best for Tom.
“Hello?” Harrison cheerfully greeted.
“Harrison? I need you to come over immediately. But please don’t tell Tom!”
“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”
“No, Harrison. I need you to come over here now…”
“I’m on my way.”
I was still staring at the test as I walked into Tom and I’s shared living room and sat down on the couch. I was so zoned in on the little positive sign that I didn’t even realize that Harrison had arrived until I heard his voice calling out my name.
“Y/N? Y/N, where are you!?”
“Living room.” I choked out through my sobs.
I heard heavy footsteps and then silence. I knew Harrison could see the test over my shoulder. I heard his breath hitch as he realized what was in my hand.
“H-How? You and Tom… you’re always so careful!”
“I know, but one night we weren’t… and I was due for my period a week ago and-and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until Lizzy suggested… this… Harrison, please help me! I don’t know what to do and I-”
“Shhh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here for you, Tom’s here for you. He won’t leave you, Y/N. He loves you so much. I’ll call and set up a doctor’s appointment for you. You take a nap an-and I’ll set everything up. It’ll be fine, love.”
Harrison was sat next to me now, rubbing my back as I cried into his chest. I felt my eyes grow heavy as Harrison kept rubbing my back and whispering to me that everything was going to be fine.
As I came back to consciousness, I realized that I was laying down on the couch with a blanket over me and a pillow under my head. Harrison.
I went to squeeze the test, but it was gone.
I sat up and then realize that Tom was sat across the room, head hanging down, staring at the test.
Tom’s silence only made my fear rise and I soon felt the tears resurfacing.
“You’re pregnant.” He stated with no emotion, which only stressed me out even more.
“Tom, I’m so sorry. I ruined everything, I ruined your whole career, I’m so sorry…”
Tom whipped his head up.
“Love, this is by no means your fault. You did not ruin anything. I love you, Y/N. I’m staying by your side through all of this. Don’t think for a second that I’m going to leave you.”
Tom crossed the room and placed his hands on both of my cheeks, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes.
“Everything’s going to be just fine, darling. Now, come on, let’s get you to bed. Harrison scheduled you a doctor’s appointment for Thursday.”
Tom scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. I laid my head on his chest and cried as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re going to be just fine and in nine months, you’re going to give birth to our child, the most beautiful child in the whole world and that baby, boy or girl, is going to be the most spoiled child in the world. Our child is going to grow up with two loving parents by their side cheering them on through every decision they make. And in 9 months, if you’re willing, I will make you my wife. Y/N, you’re going to be just fine. I promise you, everything is going to be perfect.”
Tom and I laid cuddled up on the couch as Beauty and the Beast played in front of us. Tom intertwined our fingers together with one hand while the other was placed over my stomach, rubbing circles lovingly.
“Have you thought of any names yet?” Tom asked out of the blue.
“Hm? Tom, we just found out yesterday that I’m pregnant, of course I haven’t thought of names yet.”
“Well, I have… I started thinking of names the second I saw that plus sign.”
“What did you come up with?”
“Um, well, if it’s a girl, Allison Ellender Holland. Allison named after your best friend and Ellender because Blake Lively’s middle name is Ellender and she’s your idol. And if it’s a boy, Harrison Robert Holland. Harrison because of MY best friend and Robert after RDJ.”
“Those are the two most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. I love you so much, Thomas Stanley Holland.”
“I love you, too, Y/N L/N.”
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Holland-”
“Oh, we’re not married. I’m Ms. L/N, he’s Mr. Holland.”
“Well, then you’ll probably be happy to hear that you’re not pregnant.”
“You’re not pregnant, Ms. L/N.”
“But- the test? And I haven’t gotten my period this month?”
“Tests are false all the time, Ms. L/N. And you’re period skipping a month can happen as well if you’ve experienced a large amount of stress.”
“Honey, you did just wrap up finals last week. Could that have been a cause?” Tom asked.
“Yes, very easily. Ms. L/N, if you have any other complications with your period in the future, please contact us immediately. Have a good day.”
The doctor exited the room leaving Tom and I alone.
I shifted uncomfortably on the table as Tom stared at the floor.
“I know you were scared, but is it okay if I feel a little disappointed right now?”
“Of course, Tom. I surprisingly feel it as well…”
I watched as Tom walked over to me and stood between my legs.
“Y/N, I love you. I actually planned on doing this tonight, but right now just feels right. Yesterday, while you were at lunch with your sister, Harrison and I snuck out and bought something…”
I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I watch Tom get down on one knee.
“Y/N, I first bought this ring because I was under the impression that you were carrying my child, I was uncertain if I was ready to be married, but when I came home that night and saw how beautiful you looked in simply a tshirt and shorts, I knew I was absolutely crazy about you. And I was so ready to start a family with you and that feeling I just felt when that was ripped away from me was all I needed to know that I want you. I want you to be mine forever. And I want to have a family with you. Maybe not immediately though, perhaps we should start with a dog. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”
“Oh, yes, Tom! Yes! A thousand times yes!”
I flung myself off the table into Tom’s arms.
“Oh, my god! You said yes! Thi-this means that you’re gonna be me wife!? And and and we’re gonna have a family! Oh my god, I love you so much!”
Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead and wiped the tears from both of our eyes. He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger.
“…perfect. absolutely perfect…” He whispered under his breath.
“Oh, Tom, this is amazing! We have to start the phone calls though! You call your mom and I’ll call mine!”
Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU) Summary: Taylor gives you some advice and on the day of the results, Negan asks you out on a date. Word Count: 4,483 Warning: SMUT!!! HERE WE GO. THE TIME HAS COME (and so has you and Negan lol see what I did there?) Author’s Note: I was going to wait another chapter before having them hook-up, but I couldn’t wait any longer. The tension was too thick and I needed to make it happen. Also, thank you guys for all your comments! I’ve been kinda MIA lately, but I appreciate all of you that stick around. I hope you enjoy this smutty goodness! ;-)
Imagine Chris getting the first flight back to you.
A/N: Part 4! Ughhh, so much angst. Damn you, brain. Whhhhyyyyy? On a brighter note, how cute was Seb and Ava trying to save the day? (Talk about best friends for life.) You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)
The line cut off and the dial tone droned; Chris stood there stunned with the phone still pressed to his ear. What had just happened? How did things go so wrong, so fast? His hand dropped to his side in defeat as his thumb ended the call on his end. He looked around his vicinity; he watched the strangers on the street, looking for someone- a sign, something- anything to tell him he was dreaming, that you didn’t just break up with him. You didn’t break up with him, you couldn’t have. The two of you had a life to live out together- there was a plan to follow, a destiny to fulfill…This was never part of that plan, he wasn’t meant to lose you. What had he done? Why did he call? Why did he say what he didn’t mean? There were a million questions that he wanted an answer to, but the most prominent one, begging for an immediate answer was “can I get her back?”
“Taxi!” Chris called as he held out an arm. He knew what would happen if he left without saying a word; he knew if he didn’t get back before he was due to film his next scene- Kevin, the Russo brothers, and his cast would have a fit; he knew all that, but he also knew none of it mattered if you were no longer a part of his life. “Hey, taxi!” He yelled again, catching the attention of a passing cabbie who sensed his urgency and pulled up in front of him.
“Chris!” Sebastian caught Chris getting into a cab as he came out of the bar the rest of the cast and crew were in. “Chris!” He called and jogged a few steps, trying to stop the cab that was pulling away from the curb. “Chris, wait!” He yelled and waved into the rear view mirror, but the cab was already on its way to the airport. “Where the hell are you going, man? You’ve still got my phone.” He mumbled to himself, pulling Chris’ phone out of his pocket to see that Chris had texted before he could call. “Y/N broke up with me,” he read under his breath then gasped, “what? I need to go sort things out, I’ll get your phone back to you later,” he continued then sighed. “I don’t care about my phone, just fix your relationship before it’s too late.” He wanted to text that back, but he didn’t knowing Chris was going through enough. He slipped Chris’ phone back into his pocket and returned to the bar to explain his best friend’s situation to the executive producer.
Chris found himself looking at your number, his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew if he called you now- even without his number- you’d just ignore his call; you were going to ignore all calls. He needed to see you in person, he needed to deal with this whole situation in person. He turned off Sebastian’s phone to rid himself of the temptation and just focused on what he was going to say to you when he got back to Los Angeles.
Sebastian’s pocket started buzzing before he could re-enter the bar, he narrowed his eyes as he pulled out Chris’ phone; ‘Ava’ popped up on the screen. Now he knew who Ava was because both you and Chris had told him a few times about your best friend and how she was a huge fan, but this wasn’t his phone. He stared at it for a little while more, then decided to answer hoping he could join forces with your best friend to help bring the two of you back together.
“Chris, oh my God!” Ava started rambling the second Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck just happened?” She asked and he wished he knew. “Y/N just left for work, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying in the stairwell- Are you okay?” He tried to talk, but she continued before he could. “Of course you’re not, she’s not either. I hope you do know you’re not actually broken up, so don’t go hook up with a stranger to spite her because that will actually end the relationship. Are you even there? Can you please say-”
“Not Chris,” Sebastian cut Ava off and her breath hitched in her throat because she recognized his voice. “He borrowed my phone and left his with me. He’s headed for the airport now to go back to LA to talk to Y/N, so I think we can relax.” Ava didn’t know what to say, she was still a little starstruck by Sebastian. Unlike you, this was the first time she’d spoken to a celebrity other than Chris; it made things more difficult because she had a bit of a crush on Sebastian. “Are you still there? Can you please say something?”
“Um- sorry, I’m here.” Ava cleared her throat, strengthening her shaky voice. “He’s on his way back?” She quizzed then smiled when she heard Sebastian noise confirmation. “Oh, thank God. I was freaking out, it’d be such a waste if they didn’t live happily ever after. I’ve never seen two people so happy together, their love is a love worth fighting for.”
“It is,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Which is why you’re going to have to keep an eye on Y/N until Chris gets there, make sure she doesn’t do anything she’ll regret. I know she’s not the type, but she’ll definitely attract guys who think she’s a damsel in distress. We don’t want any more misunderstandings and unnecessary complications, things are already messy enough.”
“I keep telling them to talk, but they don’t listen.” Ava sighed. “They always wait until the last minute when things are messy to sort it out. Do you even know how they got together? It was like a freaking movie, had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to rip all my hair out.” Sebastian laughed and Ava smiled, “anyway, it was really nice talking to you. I’m such a huge fan, I’m definitely going to scream into a pillow when I hang up.”
“It was nice talking to you too, Ava,” Sebastian smiled. “You take care of those crazy kids and I’m sure we’ll get to meet at their wedding.” Ava chuckled. “I should go, I gotta go do my job as Cap’s right hand man and save his ass.” Ava laughed then covered her mouth when she realized she was laughing too loudly. “He’s lucky Kevin’s rooting for him and Y/N, otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”
“You’re a good friend.”
“So are you,” Sebastian replied then hung up, leaving Ava to do exactly as she’d told him; she screamed into a pillow. She looked up, laughing when she realized she’d scared Dodger. First, her best friend befriends then dates Chris Evans; second, Chris Evans’ adorable dog comes and lives with the two of you; now, she’d spoken to Sebastian Stan. If things weren’t so complicated between said best friend and Chris Evans, she’d be a lot happier.
The door opened and she turned, frowning when she saw you walk in. It’d only been half an hour since you left, so you must’ve changed your mind about going to work. You didn’t even throw a glance her and Dodger’s way as you walked to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d texted Jack telling him you couldn’t make it, and was going to get a cab down to LAX to get a last minute flight out to Atlanta. You couldn’t just let Chris go like that, you needed to apologize and fix things before it was too late. All of it happened because of you, he didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one at fault. You had money, enough for a flight to Atlanta because that was what you’d been saving for with all your extra shifts. The original plan, however, was for you to fly down for to surprise Chris for his birthday- not this.
You stripped yourself from your work clothes and changed into your best red dress- the one you’d worn on your very first date with him. You wiped your tears, applied on some makeup, then fixed your hair. By the time you were done, you didn’t look like a girl who’d just spent half an hour crying in the stairwell. You slipped on your black heels and your trench coat, then stuffed your passport, wallet, and phone into a clutch before you walked back out.
“Whoa,” Ava breathed when she saw you; she was definitely worried about where you were going looking like that. “Um- what are you doing?” She asked, but you ignored her. “Y/N?” She followed you as you made your way to the front door. “Why are you so dressed up? Y/N-” she grabbed your elbow before you could leave and you stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going out, Ava,” you told her in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just- in a few days,” you mumbled under your breath and Ava grew incredibly concerned. “Relax,” you told her and she frowned, wondering just how she was meant to do that. “Take care of Dodger until I get back? There are some things I need to sort out before I know where he’s going to stay.”
“He’s not going anywhere because you and Chris-”
“I’ll talk to you later,” you pulled your elbow out of her grip then left before she could say anything else. You knew she would run after you so you rushed down the flight of stairs, hoping she would chase if she couldn’t see you. And she didn’t chase, but she did call after you; she didn’t know if you could hear her, but she had to try.
There are just some things in your relationship that go unspoken. Tom being the big spoon, is one of these unspoken things. He takes pride in the role of protecting your body from the cold. He loved how your fingers interlaced with his against the softness of your belly, or sometimes against your lips. He loved how you would roll over in the middle of the night, your nose brushing against his jaw before moving to his rest against his skin. There were many moments where he found himself struggling to be quote on quote “masculine,” but he felt like he came close to it when he was curled up behind you.
But it was nights like this when he thankfully relinquished the role.
Well, how’s that for a cliffhanger ending? I don’t want to say any more about this chapter because I’d like to use up to pimp out a piece of fanart that was made about this fic by @wanderingworldwarrior. Check it out here. Anyway, enjoy!
I’m not giving up on fluff! You’ll have to rip it out from my cold, dead hands!
Don’t do this
You will broke my heart with them… 😖
It was another clear sky morning, though a few clouds
lingered overhead. Loki watched a small butterfly on the edge of the windowsill
stretching its wings to soak in the sun’s rays. He stroked it gently with its
littlest finger until it eventually fluttered away.
You emerged from the bedroom shortly after, looking, to put
it frankly, awful.
“I’d say good morning,” Loki smirked when he heard you enter the room. You ran
a hand through thoroughly unkempt hair.
“Don’t even start with me.”
Frowning, Loki stood up from his seat and approached you. He
noted the beads of sweat on your brow as he put the back of his hand on your
“You’re sick,” he determined and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m not sick per se,” you explained, “but I’ve been… frequenting the bathroom,
yes. Those fruits are working a number on my stomach. I either need more fibre
– more vegetables – or I need some meat. God, I’d kill for a pork roll right
Determined to better your diet, you bathed briskly and
headed straight out the front door with your wicker basket.
“What do you expect you’ll find out there that you haven’t already?” Loki
called out to you on your way down. He was a little worried that you’d collapse
before you could make it home.
“I’ll keep my eyes open for some vegetables. If I can’t find any, then I’ll
sharpen a stick and stab the first thing I find.”
Loki didn’t quite know what to think about that. The image
of you hunting boars with a large stake in hand was amusing. He shrugged and
returned to the main room. He had things of his own to be getting on with.
Summary: You go back to Jim’s apartment after inadvertently robbing him of taking a girl back to his.
“Hey Jim!” You ran up to the blonde who was just about to leave the bar with a girl.
“Y/n! How are you?” He asked and the girl looked from Jim to you with a confused glance.
“I’m great. Anyway. Heard you may be recruiting for the Enterprise again. Some people on leave?” You paused with a grin. “And you know that my credentials haven’t been disregarded. I’m top of my class in respect of engineering. But am also a highly skilled in the other areas of scientific engineering I have been researching and my project was published in one of the top branches a cadet could get. So I therefore ask if you’d consider me for the Enterprise?” Jim grinned at you and the girl walked off with a huff.
“Well. As you seem so eager Y/n. I’ll ask Pike what he thinks and then I’ll contact you.” Kirk put a hand on your arm. “We’ve been friends for a long time haven’t we?”
“Too long even. But you were always better than me.” You smiled.
“Come on! That’s not all true. You’ve beaten me in loads of things. If anything. I only recently got better than you.”
“Lying son of a bitch.” You laughed. Seeing Uhura you looked at her and she raised an eyebrow causing you to roll your eyes.
“What’re you two looking so happy about then?” Jim looked from Uhura and back to you.
“Nothing.” You smiled.
“Well. You’ve robbed me of a date. So, would you like to heal my wounds and come back to mine?” He paused. “You don’t have too.”
“No. I want to. What are you asking me for though?” You laughed quietly.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He grinned and opened the door for you.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader x Nick (douche canoe)
Word Count: 1,111
Warnings: hurt/comfort, slight angst/fluff
A/N: This is a request from @flufy07 that I turned into a mini series! I hope you all enjoy this! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! Part 2
Hunting with your boyfriend, Nick, was never an easy task. He was always the one who wanted to be the warrior out of the two of you. You just wanted to help whoever you could by taking out the monsters you were set out to take care of. You had a different style of hunting than your boyfriend did. He thought that killing them was the only way to go. In certain situations, you would agree, but not every situation needed to end that way.
This time you were dealing with a pack of werewolves. They were going after families in their own homes. You wanted to talk to them and see if they would try hunting the animals in the forest nearby, but that’s not what Nick wanted to do. Because of his stubbornness, you were now fighting off werewolves.
One of the werewolves hit you, causing you to fly across the room and collide with a china cabinet. You let out a groan as you hit the floor beneath you. You looked over at your boyfriend who was trying to fight two werewolves at once. He shot one while the other tried to flank him. Sure, he was a better fighter than you were, but that wasn’t what hunting was all about. Not all the time anyway.
Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part C)
A/N: Part 4C 😊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B)
You stood at a distance watching Sebastian and Ava as they found comfort in the other’s arms. It was moments like those that you knew your best friend had chosen the right person to marry, someone who could disperse her nerves. Sebastian had chosen correctly too; he felt like he could breathe properly when he saw her waiting for him at the lighthouse. He swept her into his arms and kissed her until they felt like they were the only ones standing there. It was slightly uncomfortable for you, but you were happy for them. You found yourself smiling when you thought of the way Sebastian’s eyes lit up at the sight of his bride-to-be in her wedding dress. He had reacted similarly to the way Chris reacted when he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time; he couldn’t stop smiling, nor could he speak. Sebastian was in such awe, thanking the universe- and his best friend- for you so he could have Ava. The first words he got out after a minute or two of gaping was “I love you” and you’d almost swoon with Ava.
“Hey,” Chris slipped his hand into yours as he joined your side; you smiled at him then turned back to watch Sebastian and Ava. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them,” he said and you immediately scoffed, gesturing between the two of you. “You didn’t let me finish,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them, other than when the two of us are standing in front of a mirror of course.”
“Of course,” you pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arm around his waist instead, leaning into him as his arm draped over your shoulder. “Is it weird if I say I’m proud of them?” You asked Chris, smiling at Sebastian and Ava who had started their hand in hand stroll on the boardwalk. It was pretty obvious they were in their own world, talking and laughing. They looked so comfortable with each other now that you could barely remember how awkward they were when they first met; it seemed like a lifetime ago now. You were so happy for them as they were two fabulous souls that deserved everything they were getting with each other. “‘Cause I am really proud of them,” you continued when Chris said nothing.
“Me too,” he nodded with a smile. “But I’m proud of us too,” he said and you turned to him with a raised brow. “I mean- we did play matchmaker, remember?” He reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “If it weren’t for us, those two would’ve never met. Well-” he scrunched his nose. “They probably would’ve met, but whether or not they would’ve dated- that’s a different story. They can be flirty when they want to be, but- I don’t know, I’ve always felt like they’re both fairly passive souls. That’s probably why they work so well together.”
“Are we passive souls?”
Chris snorted, “you’re kidding, right?” You giggled because you knew the two of you weren’t at all passive- passive-aggressive, maybe. “Have you seen us when we argue, darling? Have you seen my interviews and tweets about politics or sports? Or rather, have you seen yourself when you get vocal about something you believe in?” He pressed his lips on your cheek, nuzzling his beard into your skin and making you laugh even harder as you squirmed. “We are as far away from passive as humanly possible.”
“And that’s why we work so well together,” you grinned at him and he chuckled with a nod. “What do you think Jack will be like?” You diverted your gaze to your belly when you felt him kick; Chris did too, 'cause you’d flinched. That kick was his third kick of the hour, keeping up with the pattern of his fetal movement. He was always more active around this time of the day, and in the evening just before bed. “He’s going to be a Pisces, Pisces are said to be the passive-aggressive type.”
“As much as I enjoy astrology, you know it’s-”
“A whole lot of bullshit?” You asked then laughed when he did. “Yes, I know. But you have to admit there is some truth behind it. I mean- look at me and tell me I’m not a hundred percent Virgo with my perfectionism and other annoying traits.” He bit back his smile and you giggled. “Yeah, and you’re very much so a Gemini. I know it’s not the planets or the moon and stars controlling us, but star signs can be pretty accurate sometimes.”
“Yeah, because we morph our personalities into something similar after reading these things. Or our parents read them and raised us a certain way.” You rolled your eyes, but you knew it was the logical explanation. “People aren’t affected until they know about it, it’s like a placebo almost. We want to relate and we unconsciously adapt. Raise a child with no knowledge of astrology and you’ll see, they’d end up with all the traits of every star sign 'cause they’re generic traits.”
“Okay, since when did you become so logical?” He laughed at that. “I was just saying, God. I’m not going to raise him based on his star sign, he can relate and adapt when he’s older. You know, if you don’t turn him into a skeptic first.” You quipped, drawing more laughter. “I just want to raise him to be a good person, a gentleman and a scholar.” Chris chuckled then smiled when you kissed his jawline and said, “just like his daddy.”
“You’re too kind to me,” he dipped his head and met your lips.
“The two of you realize we’re the ones getting married, right?” Sebastian’s teasing voice forced you and Chris to break your kiss. You both turned in their direction, stifling your laughter. “God, will the two of you ever stop being disgustingly sweet?”
“Probably not, no,” Chris shook his head then smiled at you when you laughed. “You two ready to get married and join the disgustingly sweet train?” Sebastian and Ava smiled at each other, then nodded at the both of you. “Okay then. It looks like we’ve got five minutes to get the two of you to where you need to be.” He kissed your cheek while Sebastian kissed Ava’s. “I’m going to take the groom back, you handle the bride. Let’s go,” he pulled his arm off you and walked off, glancing back to make sure Sebastian was following.
“See you soon, baby,” Sebastian looked back to wave at Ava and Ava blew him a kiss, smiling. “God, Chris. Wait up!” He started to jog when Chris disappeared around the corner. “It’s not like…” His voice trailed off with the distance.
“Feeling better?” You asked Ava, locking arms with her as the two of you slowly strolled back. You had to be careful with your steps considering you were both carrying lives inside your bellies. Ava wasn’t too worried, it wasn’t a far walk and she was the bride; the bride could be fashionably late, she could do whatever she wanted because it was her day.
“Much,” Ava nodded. “Now I know why you had to sneak off with Chris on your wedding day too.” She commented and you shot her a smug look, making her laugh. “I can’t believe I’m getting married to him, I feel so fortunate right now.”
“He feels the same way,” you told her with a smile. “Believe me, I saw the way he looked at you and there is no one in the world he’s going to love more than you.” Ava placed a hand on her belly and was about to correct you when you cut her off. “No, not even little peanut. You are number one, believe me.”
“Of course I do,” she smiled. “You’re an expert when it comes to being a guy’s number one.” You chuckled, knowing she was referring to Chris. “Do you remember that article we read where he said family came from an extension of the love you have your partner? That you needed to want the relationship more than the idea of having a kid?” You nodded. “Do you remember us thinking he got that from your series?” You nodded again, chuckling. “Well, did he? Did you ask him?”
“I didn’t ask, but he did tell me. He’s always carried that philosophy, but after reading my series- it sorta stuck with him even more, which is sweet.” You said and Ava nodded in agreement. “I definitely felt like it was a load off my shoulders 'cause while I knew I wanted to have kids with him, I didn’t know when. You know me, we talked about this before I even met him- I was afraid that if I did end up with him and didn’t want kids yet, he’d dump me or whatever.”
“And I told you he wouldn’t, but you didn’t believe me until you read that article.” She reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “And look where you are now, you’re happily married to your celebrity crush and carrying his baby. And I am too,” she let out a nervous, but excited laugh. “It’s kinda surreal, isn’t?”
“A little, yeah.” You nodded in agreement, smiling. Ava looked like she was about to talk again, but you interrupted before she could. “But it’s real and it’s happening and we’re going to late, so enough on me and enough on the surreality. Let’s go get you married, girl.”
A/N: Long story short, I was thirsting over Scott Bakula at Dick’s Sporting Goods today. This is what resulted. I hope you all enjoy this! I love you! <3
This was your first week in New Orleans and you were new to city. A new town meant a new beginning. It was something you were looking forward to. You already knew someone in New Orleans. His name was Christopher LaSalle. He already helped you find a place to live; he apparently knew the landlord well. You were going to like New Orleans just fine.
You stepped into the bar LaSalle told you to go to tonight. It wasn’t as big as some of the bars you had already been to, but there was something different -something more- about this particular bar. It felt more homey than every other bar you had been to, with an atmosphere to match.
As soon as you sat down at the bar, you got a text from LaSalle saying that he had to take care of his brother. You understood. You had known LaSalle since kindergarten, you could wait to see him if it meant that he was taking care of his brother tonight. You almost thought about leaving, but a voice stopped you.
guess who just hit a milestone?? 400 might not sound like a huge number compared to others but it’s really a lot to me, and most of all it’s my first milestone since when i came back from my hiatus, so i wanted to make something special to celebrate.
first of all let me say a huge thank you to all of you who for whatever reason decided to follow my mess of a blog. i feel so blessed, you guys are incredibly supportive, you’re always there when i need a comforting word or when i want to celebrate a happy moment. okay time to stop before i get too soppy
and an even bigger thank you goes to all of my mutuals, who not only put up with my madness but also fill my dash with amazing content. i know i barely interact because i’m an insecure and awkward mess, but you guys are amazing, i still can’t believe we’re mutuals, so a big shoutout (in alphabetical order, i really hope i’m not missing anyone) to:
now, onto the real celebration. since at the moment my “thing” is moodboards i thought i could make some for you. i know i mostly post pj and dnp but you can request anything you want; if it’s something i don’t know i’ll do some research or ask you or whatever.
reblog this post (likes won’t count as you wanting a moodboard)
(optional) let me know what your request is, either in your reblog or in an ask. you can request a theme, a person/character, a colour, literally anything you want! if you don’t request anything specific i’ll base it on your url/posts/name/something i think you might like. i’ll probably start from those who make a specific request and then make the others.
i’ll tag them as #400moodboards if you want to blacklist them or whatever :)
i really hope you guys will like this idea! just, please be patient. i have no idea of how many people will want one, if there are a lot of requests it might take a while (i’m kinda slow at making them, plus i have an exam coming), but i’ll try to do all of them :) i hope it doesn’t flop too terribly because i’d really really like to do this thing!
Nonrequested; (but requests are open) Felt the huge need to write something for my boy Alex; ((Inspiration)) Probably my most favourite character, g0sh.✨
Page 223; NOV 17th To: Forgive me, but I can not write your name, even though I doubt you will ever read this. Still, I can not risk, my love.
« Number 1. I do not know what I am doing anymore. It is such state of mind, where one is completely lost in thought, and can not focus on anything else, but this one thing. And the worse part of it is that my head is spinning around constantly, thoughts and feelings vigorously fighting eachother, and the more I think the worse it gets, but I can not stop! »
« Number 2. It is so sweet! Such pain... one can die for! Cheeks wet, eyes rolled back to the bone! ; teeth grazing, biting my bottom lip as if it was his! Nails digging in my flesh, thighs, chest, but it is not enough. Oh, you stupid heart, I curse you for bleeding my soul so bad! What now?! How do I look at those lips and hold back? How do I look at those hands and not want to feel their embrace? How do I listen to this voice and not want to hear it whisper in my ear?»
One swift, fast, thunderlike motion and he had the little book closed instantaneously. His curiousity had turned from something innocent to something devouring and lustful. A couple of words, written from the hand of this little girl, had such a strange, unwanted, yet intoxicating effect on him.
“What is this?” - He raised a hand up his chest, fingers brushed against the buttons of his clean, white shirt. A sigh of surprise escaped past his lips that were curving up - was his his heart beating faster? Was it possible that her words reached out to his heart? But it was true that the leather covers of the book felt softer, smoother than before; and now he wondered, what would her skin feel like? Would it be as smooth? What would her voice sound like if she was to read those pages, instead of him? Will her cheeks turn red if she knows he’s reading them right now?
This thought sparkled something in his mind and he felt his body fill up with adrenaline. He stood up from the bed, inhaled deeply; eyes set on that little book. What if he reads a bit more? Or… What if he was not the one those pages were talking about? He did not like the thought of that, his jaw clenched, eyes looked to the side. Who else would it be then? If not him? He had to know!
« Number 3. I see him. Every day I see him and this hole in my chest grows bigger, because I know my dreams were so vivid, so real, and there he is just as real as he were the night before, but I am not with him! It is cruel, so cruel to look at someone you love, but to lack the courage to actually be with them! Does this mean I do not love him enough?........ »
« Number 4. Stupid girl! You are just a stupid, little girl, who does not even know what she wants. You read so many books, and that was your mistake, because now you think that this fragile soul of yours would be taken care of...
No! I refuse to think this way! I refuse to give in to these insidious thoughts! Maybe I do not know what I want, but I do know what I feel when I read these books and it is what I feel when I look in his eyes....»
The next page was blank. And so was the one after and after and after. A new wave of adrenaline hit him. So little he read, yet so bad he wanted to know more of it. Relief. That is what he felt what he saw a few more words scribbled on the last few pages:
Page 313; DEC 25th
« Number 5. To whoever reads this: If you love someone, do not give up on them. This is one piece of advice from the stupid little girl, who wrote all these confessions. Actually, no. Let me correct myself: There will be a time when you will not know what to do. First love or not, it huts the same,... or mostly. The the more you think, the worse it gets. It sounds quite paradoxal. So stop thinking and let it be. This has thousands of different meanings, depending on the, on your situation, but you will know.
P.S. HE KISSED ME!!!»
“What are you doing in my room, you Sneaky!” - eyes shot back in your direction, a glorious smile illuminated his face. You noticed he had some book in his hands, but did not realise what it was until he waved it in front of your face with a mocking and very smug expression.
“Oh, you know, just reading some poetry… about myself.” - cheeks went red immediatelly “Hey! I was young and confused!” - he wiggled his brows at you, lips curved up in a satisfied smile “Oh, you did not sound confused at all, if you know what I mean!” - he whispered smugly after that long waited kiss you just shared.
I know the gif is really silly but asdfghjkl let me live
Wowie zowie i can’t believe this! I was going to do this when i hit 150 but a lot of stuff came up and i didn’t have the time to do this. But seeing it go up to 200 blew my mind. Thank yall so much! Me and Jyushimatsu are so very happy that we have so many people to interact with! This is just something small to thank yall for dealing with me and my idiot little JyuJyu bean! It’s bias i have to admit considering there aren’t a lot of people i talk to but sure as hell would like to talk to everyone else!!!
it’s been less than a year since I made this blog and I honestly never thought this would happen let alone have it happen so quickly. I don’t even think me writing out this little post could accurately express how I feel. like guys, 15,000 people..that’s like a mini stadium, a tiny country, the number of calories I eat in a day :’)
no okay but seriously, though I had been following bangtan for a while I never really thought about making a blog about them. but with the pressures of school I really needed an escape from it all and tumblr was this quiet place for me. a place I could come to and just forget about all the pressure and stress while I thirsted after namjoon and yoongi. and with the encouragement of those around me I decided to make this blog. even though I had run two other fandom blogs before this one, I never thought a fandom could be this welcoming. I felt right at home, memeing since day one
through these past few months I have made some amazing friends I would have never had the chance to meet if it weren’t for this little bangtan blog. I trust and lean on a lot of them to help me through hard times as well as sharing some of the brightest parts of my life. many wouldn’t and could understand that even though we have met online only a few months ago, I feel I have known them for so much longer. meeting people in a shared fandom is honestly an incredibly special thing because you tend to meet people with similar interests, personalities and terrible humour making it so easy to connect with them and bond over things you might not normally be able to with others
I’d really like to thank all of you who follow me and put up with my thirsty ass always crying, writing long posts about all the boys, having long and interesting discussions with me about all kinds of subjects, sending me lots of love and support if you see I’m going through a hard time, liking and reblogging everything I make no matter how shitty, talking to me and generally being interested in who I am???, coming to me for life advice, tagging me in all namjoon and yoongi posts, sending me random posts you think I’d enjoy, drawing fanart and most importantly shipping the one true cannon ship #sabjoon 2k17. you guys all mean so much to me and it genuinely hurts to be away from you all whether it be because of school of or those time I travel I always feel like I can rely on you to make me smile no matter the situation
okay this is long enough and bless you if you read it all below you’ll find 99% bangtan 1% multifandom blogs, all a+ would recommend quality
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
and that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.
“Y/N, you said you were going to come in the water an hour ago! C’mon, live a little. We’re in Mexico, for Christ sakes - This is my week of freedom before I get married, and you said you were going to try to have fun.” Y/F/N whined, patting herself down with a towel before dusting some sand off her arms. You peeked up at her through your sunglasses, squinting slightly before returning your attention back to the novel you were currently invested in. “Yesterday, you didn’t go out clubbing with us. The other night, you skipped out on free drinks at the bar, and-”
“I know, I know. Just give me like, five more minutes.” You sighed, reaching up to adjust the umbrella so that you weren’t too exposed to the sun.
“Y/N, I know you’re still hung up over-”
“Don’t say that name, I swear to god.”
“I know you’re not over your ex, but you have to move on. Friend to friend, you’re kinda being a party-pooper right now.” You cheeks flared slightly, only because it was true. This was supposed to be a week of fun, but all you had been doing was moping around. “Seriously! And maybe you’ll find someone new here! I’ve already spotted a lot of cuties but unfortunately I’m getting married.” She joked lightly, pointing to the sparkling engagement ring on her finger.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be a happier camper.” You smiled lightly, setting your book down before pushing your sunglasses up so that they were resting on the top of your head. “I’ll join you in the water soon.”
‘Soon’ ended up being.. Well, never. Y/F/N had to admit - As much as she loved you, her levels of frustration were ascending very quickly. So, she decided to take matters into her own hands. If you weren’t going to go to the fun, she’d bring the fun to you.
“How’s the book?” She asked, taking a sip of her martini as she sat down on the towel to join you.
“Still reading.” You murmured in response, reaching up to flip to the next page.
“I saw a very colourful fish in the water. You don’t see that a lot at home.”
“Also, I ordered a drink for you if that was alright. One of the servers will bring it over soon. Virgin Piña colada?”
“You got it.”
“Ooh, I almost forgot! I gave your number to the cute bartender.”
“Cool-” You froze suddenly, looking up from your book with wide eyes. “I’m sorry - You what?!” Y/F/N smirked to herself, giving you a look of innocence.
“I gave your number.. to the bartender.” She slowed her speech, giggling when your cheeks heated up a significant amount and you dropped your book. “Don’t be like that! You need to get laid, my friend.”
“You need to tell me these things if-”
“He’s the one with the bandana if you were interested. Has a couple tattoos, too - He’s definitely your type.” She pointed over the bar. You followed her line of sight, locking gazes with- Oh, he’s nice-looking. “And his name is Harry. Cute, right?” If even possible, your cheeks turned even redder when this so-called Harry waved at you, a flirty smile on his face. You turned back immediately, your heart racing and your palms growing a little clammy.
“Well, I don’t want to disappoint, but I won’t even be talking to him, so, ha.” You shrugged casually, watching as Y/F/N stood up from her spot. “Where’re you going?”
“Back into the water.” She watched as you stood up to join her. “You can’t join me now, honey. You lost your chance forty minutes ago.”
“Too late - Harry’s coming over.” She grinned, laughing lightly at your look of desperation before she was padding off.
“A virgin Piña colada for.. Y/N?” Even his voice was attractive. And that accent.. You looked up and smiled politely, thanking him as you took the drink from the tray.
“Oh, thank you.” You were currently racking through your brain, trying desperately to not seem so awkward. “Do you think maybe I could get some extra maraschino cherries? I really like them.”
“Yeah, of course! They’re usually a little extra but it’s on the house. Did yeh wanna come over and join me at the bar? My shift’s about t’ end and- I’m Harry, by the way. Should’ve started with that instead.” He laughed, your heart practically melting at how cute he was. “Your friend is very persistent, by the way.” He teased, gesturing over to Y/F/N. You turned to see her shooting you a thumbs up and a wave. “You don’ have to join me, if you don’ want to, but-”
“No, I’ll come. Throw in a bag of mini pretzels too, while you’re at it.” You joked, walking with Harry as he led you over to the bar.