1 clock in the morning or so

little things to love about seungkwan
  • everyone’s favorite member c’mon dont lie
  • seventeen’s cute moodmaker!
  • such an energentic bub!
  • who else would give tangerines to reporters at 6AM in the morning? only seungkwan
  • if your alarm clock isn’t waking you up, boo seungkwan will
  • woke up the members for school during 17TV ;;
  • he remembers all the members’ b-days
  • at such a young age, he has such amazing talent
  • MC!BOO
  • he loves his mom so much omg
  • he would use every moment he can to talk about his mom im :’( 
  • “do you think seducing me with food will get me to fall for it? yes” 
  • seventeen’s #1 gag man
  • sassy boo
  • he once always though he could never become a singer, because he was from jeju
  • but look at him now, a talent singer in a talented group
  • such an expressive child
  • rap god boo seungkwan 
  • is vernon’s bff
  • a lover of rain
  • always trying his best and honestly it’s the best thing
  • knows he’s handsome which is the best
  • “your butt has the same class as beyonce sunbaenim!!!!” -sk to dk
  • he responds to memes during menpas LMAO
  • “I will now perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on this kimchi” 
  • “oH MY GOSH WHAT ARE U DOING NOW?!????????”
  • “kIMBAP kIDDING?????”
  • this precious video 
  • also this video ft. dk LMFAOOO
  • all the lil moles he has on his face!! they’re like small constellations <3
  • fun fact: he can’t cross his legs bc he said his pelvic bones are so stiff poor bby 
  • when he smiles his cheeks get all round n’ soft and im!!!!!
  • super caring towards others
  • super respectful towards his seniors 
  • when there is an interview question that he knows would make his member’s uncomfortable, he would try to change the subject
  • like when there was a question mentioned about woozi’s height, he avoided it and talked about something else so woozi wouldn’t be uncomfortable 
  • likes to break in to song and dance with every opportunity he can get
  • he is such a lovely person with a lovely heart
  • #stan talent stan boo seungkwan

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!Au / Angst / Smut / Drabble series

Rated M for mentions of violence, blood, death, mature themes

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: It’s never easy when a vampire holds your heart in his hands, but maybe Jeon’s love is enough to stand together, even if blood ends up staining both your lips and bodies.

Author’s note: another drabble series yay! Now we have vampire!Jeon aka the beginning of @wolfjeon’s lil turture :-)

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

III. Rebirth

The first four months after Jungkook’s transformation were – and will always be – the most sorrowful of your whole life.

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Tony x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – You and Tony sneak into the common room to open the presents you bought for one another before the other Avengers wake up.

Warnings – A couple of curse words, some nudity, and tons of Christmas fluff!

Word Count – 1,668

Notes – This fic is my Secret Santa gift to @jennareedus! Merry Christmas sweetie, I hope this helps to brighten your day!

**Special tags: @marvel-ash @oneshot-shit  Thank you so much for putting this together!

**Thank you Anika @avengerofyourheart for helping me come up with a name for this one!!  You’re the best!


Christmas Fic Masterlist

Originally posted by unknown-99

You had been sleeping peacefully.  That is until your boyfriend decided that you needed to wake up at 4am on Christmas morning.

“Tony,” you muttered as you glanced at the clock on the nightstand.  “The tower had better be under attack for you to dare waking me up this early.”

“(Y/N),” he pleaded as he started nuzzling your neck.  “It’s Christmas!  Don’t you want to see what I got you?”

You couldn’t help but start laughing as his goatee tickled the back of your neck.  “Fine.  You’re not going to give up until I get up anyway.”

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And While We Live (Chapter 1)


Chapter 1 - Shoes UK Size 7

Glasgow, present day

Claire Beauchamp had a very simple and fulfilling morning routine. Uni classes started at 9:30, but on week days she was usually up by 7, easily. Some habits are hard to break. Coffee, toasted bread with jam and the newspaper, were luxuries that Claire allowed herself. Those little routines and certain things that helped her stay alive and sane in the early days.

She loved listening to the radio so her quirky alarm clock, shaped like a cat, was her morning best friend. She didn’t have to talk to anyone but was talked to and that was comforting. Old habits are hard to break.

She found comfort in preparing the notebooks she would need for the day, pick up her trusted set of BIC pens, her glasses from the bedside table and place them in her secondhand leather backpack before heading out into the world and out of her bubble.

During the days she anatomy classes, it made her chuckle how some of her classmates seemed to be having trouble keeping their breakfast where it belonged. You haven’t seen anything dear chaps, really. Biochemistry days had her slightly on edge, as she felt the need to focus on that subject more than the others. She couldn’t wait for the weekly visits to the hospitals to come around, even though there were still a couple of semesters before that. One day at a time. I have a promise to keep.

When the academic day was over she headed down to her part-time job at a bookshop. A job she had started at Christmas time. Barely two months of living in this city and J H R Christ, the abundance… Claire really got along with her co-workers and had forged a friendship with her boss who insisted on her studying during the more quiet hours and helped her, making sure her work schedule and academic schedule would work together. Human connections Beauchamp, remember that. In the early days she just wanted to run and be alone. To be alone and run. Things were different now. Even though old habits die hard, Claire Beauchamp was a master in adjusting herself to a new situation, no matter how daunting, how different, it could be.

If she was working she would have dinner at the store. Miss Glenna, her boss’ lovely mother, lived upstairs from the store and always cooked dinner for those working the last shift. The older woman always had a nice word to say, well seasoned with a scottish no nonsense attitude and she cooked heavenly. It was a comfort to get home with a warm homely meal in her belly. Not taken for granted.

Before bed, Claire would turn the radio on again, water her herbs, make a cup of tea and read or scroll through her fascinating tablet for the topics that humanity might have found interesting that day.

Every night for that first year, she looked around in her closet taking her pajamas off the rack and glanced at the corner. There it was, the white dress, the narrow belt, the wool shawl. Inconspicuous enough. She would look down and assess the shoes and thought as an inside joke, channeling a lot of conversations she found herself having with friends and mates: God, I’d never use them now. Maybe some day. Claire wouldn’t get rid of them. She was unsure if she might need them again. But now, after what had happened the past week, that hope of being sure had vanished. At the moment, she was not minding the uncertainty.

But they were there, the simple, worn just the once, brown leather, UK size 7 shoes, with the inside tag “LONDON - 1945”.

Hello and thank you for reading! Huge thank you to @mybeautifuldecay​ for the brit insight and @suhailauniverse​ for beta-ing! 

This (sometimes is, sometimes not) AU is mixing book and tv elements! Any feedback is most welcome! <3

Come Home to Me

Request: Hey!! I love your writing I was wondering if u can write one about Y/N being a famous actor and being away filming a movie and Shawn calling her and telling her how much he misses her??

Word Count: 1,175

Come Home to Me

“And cut” the director yelled at you.

“That was amazing, y/n. The scene turned out beautifully. Such a pleasure working with such a talent” his kind words made you blush, but you smiled happily back at him.

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DAY 3219

Jalsa, Mumbai                Jan 20/21,  2017                Fri/Sat  1:33 am 

Time .. that was so precious yesterday has inhabited a clime that destroys all that was preached the night gone by ..

Time .. that had restrained itself to the early numbers on the screen the mobile the clock at the departure lounge the entrance to the gymnasium, has tonight been driven to an extension that shall face disapproval by the morning ..

Time .. time has come to spend this extended hour in what an Ef of the distinguished eminence of one that sacrifices the worldlines of life and existence - well not quite - to establish his penchant for superior study and research, has to muse about :

He writes :

“I think we need more poets in our world…

Sometimes it takes only a song to find a feeling… A song after which there is nothing to say…

Sometimes it takes only a word to find a feeling… A word after which there is nothing to say…

Sometimes it takes only a gesture to find a feeling… A gesture after which there is nothing to say…

Sometimes it takes only a silent pause to find a feeling… A silence after which there is nothing to say…

I think only poets can tell the correct mix… The right proportions of body, mind and soul in what we call a human being…

I think we need more poets in our world…”

And he is so right in his observation. Poets have the vision and the greatness in thought, to be able to garner thoughts that live and have a life of eternity. There really is no second word after theirs. There is philosophy of a reality that seems unsuitable for existence, at the time. But when dug deep into, reveals over certain periods of understanding, the truth, that none were able to assuage earlier or at times even later …

‘What has passed has passed ; in life there was a star ; agreed it was most dear ; if it sank it sank ; look at the courtyard of the skies ; how many of its stars do break ; how many of its loved leave ; but ask of those broken and lost stars ; do the skies ever grieve ; what is past is past …’

 …. wrote my Father from his poem ‘jo beet gaye so baat gayee’

Do we really have an answer for it .. can we question the equation the poet builds between life and the broken stars in the sky .. or the grief that the skies may encounter .. I wonder .. but expressed in years of its writing over 75 years, it still gets relevant and of an expression of hope to them that may have the misfortune to face the unwanted … to build a strength of climbing out and away from the impending grief, or sorrow, or loss ..

Poets .. they are needed, as so rightly pointed out by the ‘sage in the wilderness of Southern cold’

And as I contend with what I have encountered in this regard, I slide down on my roller chair to the right and rummage through the line of my Father’s works that never are too distant from me, in any circumstance, and randomly open some pages from one of his several books and :

truth and lies only the strong can emit or express or speak in voice .. we ( the poets ) who are weak, when we cannot give voice and remain silent because of it .. open our hearts and voices only on paper ..

the knife like vision of a poet, ‘paithu’ bhi hoti’ is colloquial, could be different , could be explorative .. where the sun cannot go, goes the poet .. 

I am a poet, no saint or a yogi .. what beauty I did get as benefit from my ‘atma’ my soul, to take it to the borders of a fault or a mistake, would be a sin for me ..

big - bigness/greatness/glorified bigness .. ( I cannot find appropriate definition in English ) is the title of the poem ..written in the memory of Martin Luther King and JFK friends and family )

 small insignificant people, are, through their bullets, making a target of ‘big’ people and finishing them or eliminating them ..

 NO ..

they are giving unlimited and never ending greatness/’bigness’ to them( the ‘big’ people ) 

Can we find an appropriate argument that defeats that thought with the poet. The world needs poets ..the right amount of, body mind and soul, and mix for the human being to exist .. we need more poets ..

My Father in cubic art form with me .. his cubic shall never be insolvent .. finding the mystery of words and its why’s, shall do injustice to his eminence .. he must remain his enigmatic word magical self .. research and study may delve close to his mind but never be in it ..

The world needs more poets ..

…. and certainly not this, his off shoot ..

My love ..

Amitabh Bachchan

Zach Fucale #1

Requested by Anon:  I love your writting! I was wondering could u write something about Zach Fucale? something cute like a lazy morning together?

*Hiii! Thank you so much! I hope you like this one. Rather short but I swear it’s sweet and cute. :) Enjoy!!*

Word count: 773

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

Why does it feel like it’s still six in the morning when your body clock is telling you that it’s almost noon? Rolling on your back, you reached for your phone to look at the time and, true enough, it’s eleven thirty-eight. Groaning, you pushed the covers off and started to sit up.

You haven’t even straightened when an arm gripped your waist and pulled you back into the bed, trapping you with his leg and arm. 

Zach nuzzled his nose against your neck and murmured sleepily, “where you goin?”

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Straight to Us || Maynards (pt 2)

Request: Can you do a part two of Straight to Us please? Thanks!!

(part 1)


You spent most of your days and nights with Jack and Conor. You told your parents that you were pregnant and they were supportive, but you preferred the company of your brothers and their friends over that of your worrying parents. The boys were all good at keeping you occupied and so you weren’t constantly dwelling on your situation.

One morning, you woke up with the sun shining through the blinds of the guest bedroom you stayed in. You sat up and stretched, rubbing your eyes and checking the clock for the time. It was nearing 12:00, so you knew it was time to get out of bed. When you got up, your heard your brothers and Josh talking in the other room. “She’s going to be furious,” Josh said. “I can’t believe I went along with you guys.”

“I couldn’t let it go,” Jack grumbled. “She doesn’t have to know we did it.”

“Yeah, cuz the black eye isn’t going to give it away,” Conor said.

You walked into the room to see Jack with an ice pack to his eye and Conor with a washcloth to his lip. Josh was rinsing his hand under the kitchen faucet. “What have you done?” you asked angrily, putting your hands on your hips.

“Nothing,” Jack said. “Just got in a bit of a tussle.”

“What, with each other?” you said back sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Conor said. “Josh won out. Only got some bloody knuckles from punching Jack in the face.”

“Oh shove off,” you said. “You went to (B/N), didn’t you? I told you not to go there!”

“It’s been two months since you told him and he still hasn’t done anything except tell you to fuck off!” Jack said angrily. “We went there to convince him to pay child support or something. It, well, it didn’t go too well.”

“How did (B/N) manage to win a three on one fight?” you said.

“Well, he didn’t really win,” Conor said, running his fingers through his hair. “If you think we look bad, you really should see him.”

“Yeah, not sure he’ll be knocking anybody else up any time soon,” Josh almost laughed. He took his hand out from under the sink and dabbed it dry with a towel, wincing as the fabric touched his injured skin.

“You guys shouldn’t have done that,” you said, walking over to them to see the damage that was done. The skin around Jack’s eye was already beginning to bruise, Conor’s lip was cut and starting to swell, and Josh’s knuckles were red. “Are you okay?” you said quietly.

“We’ll be alright,” Conor said. “Sorry if we overstepped, but we just couldn’t let him get away completely unscathed.”

“You guys took protective older brothers to a whole new level,” you almost laughed. “And you dragged Josh into it!”

“Hey, we didn’t drag him,” Jack said defensively. “He offered to come.” You looked at Josh who shrugged.

“You’re practically my little sister too,” he said. “Pisses me off to see you hurting.”

You pulled Josh into a hug quickly, then opened your arms up for the others. “Thank you guys,” you said. “I love you.”

You all went to sit on the couch and spend a lazy day in. A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a text. You picked it up, your heart racing when you saw it was (B/N)’s name who flashed across the screen. Jack was sitting closest to you so he immediately saw his name on your phone and the worry in your eyes. “I swear,” Jack said, “if he says anything wrong.”

You picked up the phone and swiped to unlock it and read the text. Suddenly, you started laughing, throwing the boys off. “What did he say?” Josh said. You showed Jack the text who laughed as well and read it off to the others.

How do I pay child support?

Winter Break: Part Seven

Summary: Your brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made, and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland, Scarlett Johansson, Chadwick Boseman, Robert Downey Jr., Paul Rudd, Daniel Bruhl, Don Cheadle, Elizabeth Olsen, Jeremy Renner(more to be added)

Word Count: 1.5k words

Warnings: Swearing?

A/N: heyo, so I just wrote this up today. the scene in here is one of my favorite scenes in CA:CW so I hope I did a good job of capturing it. thank you also to everyone who’s been messaging me and supporting me, you all are dreams, and thank you to everyone who’s been liking the story. (: enjoy

Originally posted by pennyroyalorange

Leipzig-Halle Airport was freezing.

It was barely eleven o’clock in the morning, and you were standing in close quarters with Elizabeth and Chris, shivering together. They were dressed as their superheroes, and you had to admit they both looked even better in person than on the screen.

“When’s Jeremy going to get here?” you ask, running your hands up and down your arms. You were wearing Damon’s jacket again, along with a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. The weather wasn’t actually that cold, but the wind that would blow across the runway sent the entire cast and crew scuttling for either thicker jackets or human warmth.

“Soon,” Joe Russo replies from a few feet away, near the main camera. “We didn’t need him until today, and he had a few interviews to get to. Once he lands over there,” Joes waves his hand towards the furthermost side of the airport, “we’ll get him suited up and ready to go.”

“So we’re just going to stand here?” Sebastian asks, hugging himself. Mackie was hugging him, and Tom was leaning closely to both of them, teeth chattering. You felt especially bad for him, since was wearing his thin Spider-Man costume and windbreaker jacket, which didn’t look like it was doing much besides keeping his hair in place.

“Renner’s flight is delayed,” Anthony Russo suddenly says, looking up from his phone. Collectively, the cast groans.

You glance back over at Tom, who’s rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, and frown. You think back to when he had offered his arm out to you on the way to the park, and you cave.

“I’ll be right back,” you say to Chris, because you know if you look at Elizabeth you’re going to turn red. You slink past Sebastian and Mackie, and dodge Robert’s swinging hands as he carries on about why Iron Man is better than Thor with Chadwick, and stand in front of Tom.

“(Y/N),” he looks up at you in surprise, and you give him a shy smile. You take Damon’s jacket off of yourself, and offer it out to Tom.

“Trade you,” you say simply.

He stares at the letterman jacket for a long moment, before glancing at his own jacket. “I don’t know if this would keep you warm.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “I’m not the one wearing the Spider-Man onesie.”

Tom laughs, loud and adorably, and you find yourself smiling at him.

“I’ll give it back to you when Renner gets here,” he tells you, and begins to slide out of his windbreaker. He hands you the jacket, his cold, gloved hands sliding over your own hands, and you give him the letterman jacket.

Tom’s jacket is hardly warm, and you shiver as you put it on and zip it up. Tom looks very…well, you can’t think of the word. Strange, possibly? Wearing the Spider-Man costume covered in sensor dots and your high school’s varsity football league jacket, he was definitely something else.  

“Now you look cold,” Tom chuckles, and you glance back at him.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, smiling. “I had to repay you a favor anyways.”

Tom takes a moment before he smiles, dropping his head and shaking it. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?” you ask, shifting on feet.

“That was…weird, yesterday,” he shuffles as well, looking embarrassed. “I just get nervous around beautiful girls.”

You stop for a moment, and then try to suppress the grin forcing its way onto your face. You can’t help but let out a little laugh, and slap your hand over your mouth.

“What?” Tom chuckles, looking at you.

“Nothing,” you say, shaking your head and still smiling.

“Hey lovebirds!” you hear Paul Rudd shout across the landing strip, and you almost face-palm.

“What do you want, Ant-Man?” Tom shouts back, and you give him a wide-eyed look when he didn’t correct Paul.

“Renner just landed! Want to walk over and pick him up?”

“Want to go meet Jeremy?” Tom asks you, and you nod.

“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, I miss him.”

Tom throws his arm over your shoulder and your eyes widen in surprise, but you pull the windbreaker jacket tighter around yourself and glance in your brother’s direction. Sebastian holds his index and middle fingers to his face, making a I’m watching you motion. You stick your tongue out at him, and the group around him laughs.

“Let’s gooo,” Paul says, with Robert next to him.

“Why is Team Iron Man meeting a Team Cap?” Robert complains as you four walk behind Joe Russo and three security guards into the entrance of the airport from the ground.

“I’m not Team Iron Man,” Paul points out.

“Yeah, me neither,” you add, and Robert stops, giving you a shocked look.
“You’re Team Cap?” he demands.

“Captain America is my favorite superhero,” you shrug. “Plus, you’re trying to kill my brother the entire movie.”

“Get off of her, Parker,” Robert says, pulling Tom away from you. “She’s gone to the dark side.”

“Hey!” Paul protests. “The dark side isn’t that bad.”

“Yes, it is,” you, Tom, and Robert say in unison.

“But Anakin Skywalker-”

“Killed a bunch of little kids,” you cut him off.

“Okay but-”

“And tried to kill his own son,” Tom points out.


“Don’t forget he killed his wife and tortured Leia,” Robert adds.

“Okay!” Paul throws his hands into the air. “Fine, dark side not good. But at least Anakin was hot.”

“Before the lava or during the lava?” you ask, and Robert snorts.

Paul gives you a flat look as Tom indiscreetly drapes his arm back over your shoulders as you reenter the airport. “Before.”


You try to catch your breath as you collapse against Elizabeth, laughing so hard you can barely breath.

It was nearing the fifteenth take on the scene of Mackie and you brother being webbed to the airport floor, and every time Tom would swing over them, supported by invisible suspension cables, he would either kick Mackie in the face by accident or Sebastian would crack up. The rest of the cast and yourself were all standing out of the shot, leaning on each other since the seventh take, when Tom’s foot had slammed into Mackie, and the actor rolled out of the webbing, groaning and holding his crotch.

“Come on, guys,” Joe sighs, rubbing his forehead. “We have to get this part down so we can move on to the next part.”

“Sorry Joe,” Sebastian calls out from the lower level.

Tom, who’s closest to the highest level of the airport, waves down.

“Alright,” Anthony says, picking up his walkie talkie. “Mike, get Tom back over to the other side and shorten his rope. Don’t want to injure our Falcon again.”

Thank you!” Mackie shouts from two floors below.

“Alright,” Joe sighs as Tom dangles freely above the gap in the airport floors. He makes a peace sign as he tips upside down and scrambles to right himself on his wires.

“What a goof,” Elizabeth shakes her head.

“He’s lame,” you smile, watching as Tom tips upside down again and pulls the bottom of his mask up off of his mouth.

“You all look crazy from this angle!” Tom yells out.

“You look like you’re in your natural habitat!” Jeremy shouts back from where he’s leaning against a railing out of the camera’s frame with Chris, Scarlett, and Daniel.

“I am Spider-Man!”

“Like father, like son,” Scarlett chuckles, nudging Robert.

Robert just winks as Tom is raised back to his starting mark, and he pulls his mask back down over his chin.

“Ready?” Joe calls up to Tom.

Tom gives him a thumbs up, and you watch in baited breath as Tom leaps from the top floor, swinging down and shouting his line out while making web movements towards Mackie. You watch Sebastian run out in front of already ‘webbed up’ Mackie, and the fake glass breaks as they fall onto the mats below.

Tom makes the same web movements at Sebastian, and your brother pins his hands to the ground.

“Guys, look,” you hear Tom say. “I’d love to keep this up, but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mister Stark. So…I’m really sorry.”

Another rope that had been tied to Tom but he hadn’t used yet suddenly yanks on him, and he moves towards the green mat on the closest window of the airport, screaming.

He hits the map hard, and you jump, but no one calls cut as Tom is lowered to the floor.

“Couldn’t have done that earlier?” Sebastian groans.

“I hate you,” Mackie replies gruffly.

“Scene!” Anthony calls. “Good job guys. Tom, you alright kid?”

“I’m good!” Tom calls from where he’s sitting against the mat. “Just trying to catch my breath.”

“Why’d Tom go flying?” you ask Elizabeth.

“Redwing got him,” Elizabeth replies. “Falcon’s sidekick robot.”

“Ohh,” you nod.

“Okay guys,” Joe Russo announces clapping his hands. “Next scene I need Steve, Natasha, Bucky, and T’Challa. The rest of you can go get something to eat or something.”

“When are we going to do the showdown?” Robert asks.

“Showdown?” Chris snorts. “Like you stand a chance.”

“Want to go, old man?” Robert asks, bumping shoulders with Chris as he passes.

“You’re older than me,” Chris replies, giving Robert an estranged look.

“I’m not ninety-eight,” Robert responds snarkily.

“Pretty damn close to it though,” Jeremy says and Robert flicks him off.

“Come on,” Elizabeth says, taking you by the hand and pulling you away from the rest of the cast. “Let’s go get Tom and we can out for lunch.”

“Stan!” Anthony Russo shouts after you. “I want you to talk with Joe during the next scene!”

“Okay!” you shout back.


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Ace In Art

For the #spookyrarepair prompt “Undead”

Pairing: Ennoshita Chikara x Tanaka Ryuu

Word Count: 1,355

Overview: Ennoshita spends the day at Tanaka’s to do face painting.

Note: I have a hc that Ennoshita is really good at art so

“Will you stay still?” Ennoshita urged with a frustrated grunt.

Tanaka squirmed under his friend’s touch, “I’m sorry but it tickles so much.”

Ennoshita let out an exhausted sigh. He had been at Tanaka’s place since eleven that morning – on Tanaka’s own suggestion - and yet he had only just finished painting Tanaka’s face. He still had his own face painting to do and it was coming to nine o’clock. What have we been doing all day? Ennoshita tutted at himself, I shouldn’t have let him talk me into marathoning all four Alien movies.

“Can I see it yet?”

“No, stay still.”

Tanaka bit his lip trying not to laugh when Ennoshita started carefully tracing bloody stitches across his cheekbones.

“You’re so ticklish.”

“It’s because of how you do it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Like,” Tanaka squinted a bit, “You use the paintbrush so lightly on my skin – that would tickle anybody.”

“I have to so I don’t make mistakes;” Ennoshita muttered apologetically, “You and the others would laugh at me if it looked bad.”

Tanaka raised an eyebrow, “No one would laugh at you; you’re the best arty person we know.”

“If you say so.”

“I mean it! You’re really good at all this stuff,” Tanaka sighed dreamily, “I wish I was as talented as you sometimes, I would charge people heavy money for them just to see my artwork, let alone paint their face.”

Ennoshita smirked, “So should I be charging you for this now?”

“Er…preferably not.”

“Didn’t think so,” Ennoshita dipped his brush back into the brown, “I’m just going to put some more definition onto your brows and then we’re done.”

Tanaka smiled up at his friend, finding it interesting how he used different shaped brushes for different parts of his face. It was cool how Ennoshita had an entire bag full of assorted brushes (that looked mostly the same to Tanaka, only really varying in size if anything). If Tanaka tried to do it himself he’d just use one brush for everything, his cheeks, eyelids, lips and eyebrows, so he marveled at how knowledgeable Ennoshita was in the specific uses of each brush. It was all very cool.

“I like this.”

Ennoshitas eyes didn’t move from where they were locked onto Tanaka’s eyebrows, “Like what?”

“Having you here.”

“W-why do you say that?”

“You might not be the best at volleyball but you’re kind of like Karasuno’s ace in art – hanging out with the ace is a rarity really…Eh? Are you blushing?”

Ennoshita refused to make eye-contact, though his face was an intense pink, burning even more intensely with how adamantly Tanaka was staring up at him in such close proximity, “Just stay still.”

“I am still.”

Ennoshita stood upright, flinging his brush into a cup of water, “I’m done now, go and look in the mirror – tell me if you don’t like it.”

Tanaka, a little confused if anything, shrugged and paced out of his room and into the bathroom to check his face. He was completely stunned; it looked so much better than he expected and his expectations were high enough as it was. He admired how Ennoshita’s choice of pale, lifeless colours gave him a truly zombie-like look. The sharp crimson that seemed to ooze out of the drawn on stitches contrasted against the soft browns used under his eyes that made him looked aged and dull. It almost seemed too real; Tanaka raised a finger to feel his face.

“Don’t,” came Ennoshita’s warning voice from behind him, “You’ll smudge it.”

“It looks fantastic.”

“You’re just saying that.”

Tanaka turned around aggressively, slightly startling Ennoshita, “It’s perfect.”

Ennoshita let out a stubborn sigh, trying to hide how relieved he was to hear those words, “Fine, whatever, I need to do mine now and I only have thirty minutes.”

Tanaka glanced at the clock as they returned to his room, “Wow, how did it get so late?”

“We watched all four Alien movies, remember?” Ennoshita retorted spitefully, adjusting himself on Tanaka’s desk chair.

“You’re the one who said that you don’t like watching horror films at night, so I thought it would be better for you to watch them in the day.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

Tanaka pouted and sat on his bed near Ennoshita, quietly admiring how he prepped his face and readied his paint, “I want to help.”

“Help how?”

“I can…hold your mirror for you?”

Ennoshita gave his friend a suspecting side glance before tossing his personal mirror to him, “You’d better hold it still.”

Tanaka, loyal to his word, sat motionless as he propped up the mirror in his arms. He was mesmerised by how Ennoshita seemed better at doing himself than others. He held the brush more confidently, but still with an air of cautiousness and with a heavy amount of concentration.

After a little while Ennoshita perked up, “Sorry to keep you waiting, I’ll be done in a minute.”

“I don’t mind, you’re so good at what you do that I could watch you all day.”

Ennoshita almost drew a streak of red across his face as he burst into a coughing fit out of embarrassment, Tanaka couldn’t help but laugh.

“You need to stop!”

Tanaka grinned cheekily, “Stop what?”

“All these stupid compliments,” Ennoshita babbled, going pink again, “I’m not used to all this…validation.”

Tanaka tilted his head slightly, before sighing and smiling, “Well, you’d better get used to it, I’m going to compliment you all the time from now on.”

“Please don’t.”

Tanaka placed a heavy hand on Ennoshita’s knee, which had been between his own knees the whole time, “You’re the most talented guy I know.”

Ennoshita simply used his painting hand to cover his face while he continued, trying not to look Tanaka in the eye.

“Oi,” Tanaka grabbed Ennoshita’s wrist and moved it out of the way, drawing the latter closer to him, “You’re the coolest artist at Karasuno, do you know that?”

Ennoshita shifted uncomfortably yet Tanaka showed no signs of letting go, “You can hardly call doing childish Halloween face painting artistic. It’s just some green and brown slapped on your face and you’re done.”

“Well, if it is, why did you spend so much time slapping it on my face, then? You’re always careful not to make mistakes and you pay so much attention to detail,” Tanaka edged closer to him, focusing his gaze on how Ennoshita’s lips trembled slightly now that he was under the limelight and how cute it made him seem, “I don’t know much, but I know that the care you put into our faces is because you’re super passionate about it – childish or not.”

Ennoshita’s eyes finally settled on a stitch he had drawn by the corner of Tanaka’s mouth, “What do you want me to say?”

“That you know that you’re great at art.”

“I don’t like to toot my own horn…”

“Then I’ll toot yours for you.”

At that moment Ennoshita raised an eyebrow and Tanaka’s eyes widened as he realised what he said. Tanaka let go of him, flailing about in a blind panic and miming a scream, “Ah, I, er, no, I didn’t mean anything like that! I mean, ah, er-”

Ennoshita rubbed the wrist Tanaka held between his fingers, awkwardly glaring straight at the ground, “No, um, I get you, don’t worry about it.”


“No, I’m sorry.”

Tanaka bit his lip and rubbed the back of his head, getting up from his bed, “We should go now or we’ll be late for the party.”

Ennoshita gave a long and somewhat regretful sigh, “Yeah.”

The walk to the party was to be a long one. The two had met Nishinoya, Narita and Kinoshita on their way there and they had thoroughly praised Ennoshita for his and Tanaka’s make-up, (Kinoshita hadn’t bothered with face paint, Nishinoya’s face was unevenly coated green and nothing else while Narita had a singular hashtag shaped stitch on one side of his jaw). However, even as the five friends patrolled the moonlit town in their undead zombie costumes, considering how Ennoshita and Tanaka lagged behind, strolling with their fingers brushing against each other’s occasionally, Ennoshita couldn’t help but feel more alive than he had ever felt before. 

Monday Night Cuteness (Bucky x Reader)

Request: @thatbighairgirl - Sooo college!au Bucky is studying in the library till midnight and right as he’s about to head back to his dorm he gets a text from his roomate that he has a lady friend over for the night and he’s gonna need to find somewhere else to stay so he heads over to the reader’s dorm (his best friend) and they end up bunking together in those incredibly small dorm beds. +she doesn’t have a shirt big enough for him and he ends up shirtless +quiet giggles and convo so her Roomate doesn’t wake up

Words: 1,767

Warnings: Absolutely none

Monday nights consisted of pretty basic things. 

You would do tomorrow’s classes homework assignments once you got home, that way you would have plenty of spare time once it hit six o’clock. More times than not, you would end up binge watching Netflix until midnight and then be groggy all morning. You were currently binge watching Gossip Girl, all of the drama just lured you. You had no shame in it. 

All of the lights in your dorm room were off, the only source of light was your laptop that lit up your face. It was nearing midnight, and you were already in bed decked out in your sweats and hoodie. Your roommate was already passed out on her bed across the room, you couldn’t blame her though. She had been studying hard core the past two weeks for a big test coming up. 

You fought the urge to gasp when Dan and Serena got into a small argument about Dan’s long time friend Vanessa making a reappearance after a year of living away after Dan told her he loved her. The drama was unbelievably addicting, maybe that’s why you have an obsession over Keeping Up With The Kardashian’s as well. 

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Dropping LBs

Made it to my 2nd official Weight Watchers at Work meeting. Clocked in at being down 1.2 lbs.

My WIW morning naked weigh in was only 2 lbs lighter than my midday dressed weigh in so it makes me feel like this is legit weight loss!

I am just super focused and motivated. I even went to an insane boot camp class tonight right after work - making health & fitness friends at work is really helping me find my community!

Welcome Back, Riley │ Part 16

Riley disappears the day after her high school graduation, five years ago. She didn’t keep in contact with anyone, but her family. What happens when she comes back to New York for a week? What happens when she comes face to face with the friends she left behind? When she left, she never made plans to look back at the life she left. She left it behind for a reason, but sometimes the past has a hard time staying there.

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I’m fast asleep, when my mom barges into my room on Thanksgiving morning, waking me up. I rub my eyes and look at the clock on my bedside table, it’s barely 6:47. Why would she want to wake me up so early? She knows I am not a morning person.

“Mom, why are you waking me up right now?” I say groggy. “The sun isn’t even up yet.”

“We have a lot to do,” I throw the blanket over my head. “No, no, no,” she pulls the blanket away. “You get up. I’ll help okay.”

I groan, “Why don’t you do everything?”

“Didn’t you say you were going to host, Riley?”

I tiredly smile, “Technically I am. I mean it’s my house. You just get to do all the fun stuff.” She gives me one of those if looks can kill looks and I sit up. “Okay, okay, I’m up.”

“Good, I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” she says walking out my bedroom door.

I sit up and blindly reach for my phone only to find that it isn’t there. That’s right Auggie and I turned off our phones to enjoy the last day of it just being the two of us before our parents go into town. My phone is probably downstairs in my purse.

I pull myself off my bed and drag my feet across my bedroom floor to my bathroom. I brush my teeth and quickly rush down the stairs. I don’t bother even bother to change. Once I’m downstairs, I see my purse sitting on the table I have near the front door. I dig through hurryingly trying to turn it on. I haven’t talked to Lucas since I left the voicemail for it. I keep waiting for the screen to turn on, but it doesn’t; of course, it’s dead.

I let out a frustrated sigh, I should have charged it last night. But when we got in last night, it was already late and I was exhausted. All I was thinking about at the time was my bed. Right as I’m about to make a move to go back up the stairs to put it to charge, my mom calls my name from behind me. I turn my head slightly to look at her.

“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to go plug my phone in.”

She takes a few steps towards me reaching out her hand, “I’ll care of that. You still have those sleepy eyes. If I let you go up there, you’ll wait for your phone to charge and lay down.”

I let out a small laugh, “You’re right.” I hand my phone over.

My mom starts to walk up the stairs, and I saunter to the kitchen. Once I get in there, I see that my mom had already started making her homemade stuffing to stuff the turkey. Thank goodness she made it, I thought she would want me to, but I wouldn’t be able to not as well as her anyways.

I hear my mom’s footsteps enter the kitchen. She is so wide awake, and here I am fighting to keep my eyes open. It’s a little after seven, but I guess for her it would ten. My mom and I dance around each other in the kitchen, more like I’m trying to stay out of her way.

Around eight, my mom slides the turkey in the oven and gets started on breakfast. I try to help, but it only seems like I’m getting in the way.

“Mom, do you need my help or do you want me to just sit and talk with you? I am capable of cooking.”

She starts to laugh, “Just sit and talk to me about something. How has your week been with Auggie?”

I take a seat at the island, and go on to tell her everything that we did this week. The big surprise to her was that I finally made it to the top of the Space Needle. She thought she’d die before she saw the day come. My fear of heights is that serious. But the biggest surprise of all is that I hired Evan from ski lodge and been working with him for years without realizing who he was.

“Does that mean Lauren is here?” she says a little snarky and I can’t help the snicker that escapes.

“I really don’t know.”

“How about we don’t mention that to your father.” I laugh.

“What don’t we want to mention to me?” my dad says walking into the kitchen. “Everything smells delicious. Is there anything for me to eat right now?”

“Right here Cory,” my mom says placing a plate in front of my dad as he takes a seat in the stool next to me.  

My dad takes a bite of toast, and my mom thinks she is in the clear. “So what isn’t that you didn’t want to me mentioned to me?” my dad asks with a mouth full of food looking from my mom to me.

“Oh nothing, just someone from my office who keeps trying to ask me out.”

My dad starts choking, “No, no, no. You can’t date anyone else! You and Lucas are working everything out.”

My mom starts laughing, “He’s become a fan of Lucas.”

“Since when?” I look at my dad. “You’ve always been afraid of him.”

“Yeah because I know the story. He’s your Topanga.”

I stand up laughing, “There’s only one Topanga and you have her, but I understand and I think he is too.” I look at my mom, “I’m going to wake up Auggie and then start getting reading. It’s already 10:30 and I told Michael, Jessica, and Nathan to come around 1:30. I’ll hurry down, so I can help with everything else.”

I start to walk and then turn to face them, “I’m really happy you guys are here.”

The smile that shines from both my parents’ faces warms my heart. This is the most I’ve seen them in one year, and I don’t know how I did it but I’m never doing it again.

“So are we,” he smiles. “Good luck. I tried waking him up before I came down, he sleeps like a log,” my dad laughs.

When I get upstairs, I go to Auggie’s room and see his face buried in the pillows. I don’t hesitate to jump on him to wake up. He groans and pushes me off. I don’t stop messing with him. It takes about ten minutes until he becomes frustrated and sits up in bed. Once I know he is up and not going to go back to sleep once I leave, I leave to my room to go take a shower.

Once I’m out, I move to my closet. I search through my closet pushes my clothes around. I decide on burgundy oversize knitted sweater with black leggings and dark brown booties. It takes me a lot longer than I thought to get ready because when I check the time it’s noon. I grab my phone that I have yet to check.

As soon as I walk back into the kitchen, I get hit with an aroma. My mom moves around the kitchen, and I see my dad sitting there admiring her every move. It’s almost like they haven’t moved since I left, but they have since they are both wearing new clothes.

I clear my throat and they both turn to look at me. I move deeper into the kitchen and place my phone on the counter. “Do you need my help with anything?”

“No that’s okay. I have everything taken care of,” my mom says and then turns back to the stove.

I sneak up behind my mom and hug her, “You’re the best you know. I haven’t had a Thanksgiving dinner that you cooked in years.”

She looks at me and smiles, “I know. Why do you think I wanted to do everything this year, but next year you are doing everything.”

“Deal,” I give her one last squeeze before letting go. I look around the kitchen, “Where’s Auggie? Did he ever come down? I went to go wake him up.”

“He came down to eat and then went back up he said he needed to call Ava,” my dad answers.

That reminds me I still need to check my phone. I move back to where I set my phone down and look through all the messages I have and miss calls I have from Lucas, Maya, Farkle, Zay, and a few from Smackle. Before I can check anything, my door bell fills my ears.

I put my phone down and walk to the front door with my parents on my heels. The closer I get I can hear my name being shouted from the other end of the door.

As soon as I open the door, Nathan lunges at me squeezing me tight, “Where’s Auggie?” he says releasing his hold. Jessica and Michael laugh walking in.

“He’s upstairs. You can run up there and go-“ he doesn’t let me finish before he turns to run upstairs, but Michael grabs him by his shoulder to stop him.

“Now, son don’t be rude,” he pulls Nathan back.

“I’m sorry,” Nathan walks and stops in front of my parents. “I’m Nathan,” he says holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Cory, Riley’s dad,” my dad and Nathan shake hands

“And I’m Topanga, Riley’s mom,” Nathan lets go of my dad hands and shakes my mom’s.

After the introduction, he turns on his heels and dashes up the stairs. He’s about half way up when he looks down at me, “Riley, there was a mistake with the game schedule. It’s this Saturday!” he sounds nervous. He exaggerates his breathing, “I need Auggie’s help,” he disappears up the stairs.  

Jessica starts to laugh, “I’m sorry about him. The whole way here he was going on about needing to talk to Auggie about something important,” she shakes her head. “Where are my manners, I’m Jessica,” she holds out her hand to shake both my parents’ hands.

Michael steps forward extending his hand, “I’m Michael. It’s nice to finally meet the both of you. We’ve heard a lot about you and Auggie. We actually met Auggie earlier this week. You have two wonderful kids.”

“They’re our pride and joy,” my dad says smiling at me.

My phone starts to ring from the kitchen. “If you guys will excuse me, I’m going to go get that.”

As I turn to walk away, I can hear the four of them talking and I can’t help the smile that slowly spreads across my face. I make it to the kitchen and I hurry to my phone on the counter top. Right as I grab it, it stops ringing. I go to look at my miss calls, but before I can get a chance to see the miss call, my phone starts to ring and the corner of my lips slowly lift.

Hey Lucas. I say coyly. Happy Thanksgiving!

Oh, you finally answered! I was getting worried you didn’t answer anyone calls I thought maybe you didn’t want to talk to me, so I had everyone calling you. I can hear the excitement and nerves in his voice. Oh, Happy Thanksgiving to you too Riley.

I lightly laugh. I’m sorry. Auggie wanted one last day with just me and him, no distraction, so we turned off our phones. Then today I’ve been busy with it being Thanksgiving and all and haven’t had time to check my phone.

Do you want to know what I’m most thankful for?

A smile takes over my face. What? I try to my best to hide my eagerness.

He chuckles, and it sends chills down my spine. That this year I can wish you a Happy Thanksgiving and not have to say it to a picture of you that I might have taken from your parents’ apartment.

Lucas Friar! I gasp.

What? He laughs. I needed a current picture of you. I actually have four for every year you’ve gone.

But I’ve been gone for five.

I know. I usually take the new photo they take of you when you come to visit for Christmas. Last year, your dad wrapped it up and gave it to me. I think he caught on when the pictures kept missing after my visits. I know it’s kind of-

Sweet. I smile finishing for him.

I was going to say creepy, but we can go with sweet… So, I heard your voicemail.

I blush. I assumed you would. I laugh.

Did you really mean it? I can hear the nerves in his voice.

I open my mouth to say something, but instead my dad’s voice fills the room. “Are we going to eating anytime soon? You know before I’m dead,” the room uproars with laughter.

“Yeah, we can sit down right now. Just give me a minute.”

My dad smiles, “Tell Lucas we said Happy Thanksgiving.”

I heard him. Tell everyone I said Happy Thanksgiving.

You do the same too, but from me.

I hear a nervous laugh. Well I’ll talk to you later. Bye Riley.

Wait! I say a little too loud and he laughs. I did mean what I said. I love you, Lucas. I never stopped.

I hear a sigh a sound a relief. I love you, too, Riley, so much.

I can’t help the little giggle that escapes my lips. Bye Lucas.

Bye Riley. I’ll be seeing you soon.

I hang up the phone and immediately call Farkle. He doesn’t answer the first time, but I try once more and he does. I tell him that plans change and I need for Lucas to be here Saturday. I insist on paying for everything, but Farkle refuses to let me. I feel like he himself is planning something else, and honestly it’s making me a little nervous.

We all move to the dining room and sit down around the table. Each one of us going around saying one thing that we are grateful for. I never knew how much I missed having Thanksgiving with my family. Dinner is anything but silent. Conversation fills the air along with silverware hitting plates. This is the first time my house has felt like a home. I can’t help the smile that exudes from my lips. I hear Jessica ask my mom advice about helping her café stay afloat. My dad and Michael basically swallowed their food whole, so they could watch the football game. And Nathan has been glued to Auggie’s side since they got here. I’m just sitting here taking it all in. Dinner moves along quicker than I would like. Everything is going great. This is definitely a moment I will never forget.

Time continues to go by, it’s around five when Jessica gets up and tries to start cleaning up but I stop her. She shouldn’t have to clean I can do it later.

“I think we should held out now if you want to go see your parents still,” Michael says moving from the couch to the dining room to Jessica.

“Oh yeah that’s right. I almost forgot.” She looks at me, “We don’t mean to be rude.”

I shake my head, “No, no. I understand.”

“Nathan come say bye,” Jessica looks at the other couch where he is sitting. Nathans glides his way to where we are standing with my dad and Auggie right behind him.

We all exchange goodbyes and Nathan makes sure I’m going to be there Saturday at his game. He extends the invitation to my parent and Auggie. We all agree to be there, and with that leave. I wait to the door closes until I speak.

“Is it too late for you guys to want to go somewhere?” I swift my gaze between my mom and dad. They shake they heads. “I want to take you guys somewhere.”

We pull into the cemetery, and the car is quiet. I finally park, and I turn to look at my parents who were sitting in the back seat. Auggie called shot gun. The steal glances between each other and out the window, and then they finally look at me.

“I brought Auggie earlier this week. I don’t really know why. She isn’t here, but this is the only way you will ever be able to meet her. I know it’s my fault and I’m-“

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” my mom says placing a hand on my shoulder stopping midsentence.

“Do you guys want to get out?” I ask a little hesitantly.

“Of course,” my dad instantly says.

We slowly get out of the car and I make sure to grab the flowers I stopped to get. I noticed my mom is fighting herself with each step we take. Something is wrong, but I try not to think about it. When we finally make it to the grave marker, I can see my mom’s eyes wondering and my dad’s eyes are locked on my mom. Auggie is standing there watching everything the way I am.

I pull my gaze away and squat down. I run my fingers across the letters. I need to do this every time I come. I replace the old dying flowers with the new and alive ones. In the corner of my eyes, I see my mom scurry away. My dad tries to go after her, but I stop him.

“Let me please,” I say to my dad and he nods his head.

I walk in the direction my mom went. I throw away the flowers as I pass a trash can. When I get to her, she is standing by the car with her face in her hands.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” I say approaching her. “Maybe this was a bad idea.

“N-N-No,” she swallows the lump in her throat. “This wasn’t a bad idea. I just I should have known something this terrible was happening in your life. I’m your mother. I couldn’t see you were suffering. When you left you and I were so disconnected,” I can feel tears start to form in my eyes, and I see a couple fall from hers. “I can’t imagine the pain you felt. You lost a child, Riley. A piece of you,” she takes a deep breath. “I’m so thankful you had Jessica and Michael, so you weren’t completely alone. But I should have noticed my baby girl was hurting.”

I instantly pull my mom into my arms, and we stay holding each other for a minute.

I pull away slightly, “I should have let you been there, but I didn’t. I’m just glad you’re here now.” She tightens her hold around me. “Do you want to see pictures of her? I haven’t showed them to anyone.” She nods.

I pull out my phone from my jacket pocket and click on my gallery. I show pictures of her to my mom and she is staring in awe.

“She was so beautiful, Riley,” I smile at her comment. “She had your nose and lips, but those eyes. There is no denying where she got them from. Those scream Lucas all the way. They were just as alive and vibrate as his are.” The smile never leaves my face as I nod. A few tears escape.

I hardly talk about her with anyone, it’s always writing. So to hear someone speak about Hope in past tense, is a little difficult to hear.

I swallow back the sob I’m holding in, “She was so cheerful and happy throughout everything. Doctors were impressed that my baby girl never lost spirit.”

“She was a fighter, just like you,” my mom wipes my tears. “Have you showed any of the pictures to Lucas?” my mom asks handing me back my phone.

I shake my head, “I will though. I’ll show him everything.”

She smiles at me, “You mean your house that looks identical to his. The house that every time we walked by you would get a smile that ate your entire face because you were picturing a life with him in it and a little Riley and Lucas.” I look to the ground, and she tilts it back up, “You will still have that with him, but first you need to forgive yourself.” I shift my head to the side, “I can see so much emotion in your eyes a lot of pain and anger you need to let go. It’s okay to be happy again.”

I bury my face in the crock of her neck and let out a little sob as she rubbed my back. I cried for a few minutes before I pulled myself together. I quickly wiped my tears away.

“Do you want to go back?” my mom asks and I nod. We walk back with our arms interlocked with one another.

“I never gave up the idea of Lucas and I, and my house. I want to share it with him. I want it to be mine and his home. He’s coming this weekend; do you think it’s crazy if I ask him to move his life from New York here to Seattle to be with me?”

My mom starts to laugh a little, “You really don’t understand just how much he loves you do you?” She looks at me and I don’t say anything. “Riley, Lucas would go to the ends of this earth for you. He has been hopelessly in love with you for years. He hasn’t dated anyone since you, and you haven’t dated anyone since him. The reason is because it’s always been you for him, and he’s always been the one for you. So, yes I do think he will move his whole life here to be with you.”

I can start to feel the pain in my cheeks because I’m smiling so big, and as we get closer to my dad and Auggie my heart just fills with more happiness. I see my dad and Auggie sitting down where I usually sit whenever I come talking. I try not to think about how I kept them from meeting Hope.

My mom and I take a seat with them, and I start to tell them about the little time I was blessed with to have her as my beautiful daughter. I look at each one of them, and then down at Hope. It’s a bitter sweet feeling. We spend an hour there of them listening to the little stories I have to share.

This is the happiest I have felt since her death, but the guilt slowly makes that disappear. I’m hoping once I talk everything through with Lucas I can allow myself to be truly happy. It’s the only way everything will work, if I can let go of the past and what I’ve done.


* = Fluff 

# = Angst

~ = Smut 


Damn Your Eyes *



“Your eyes.”

Taehyung blinked. “What about them?”

Mr. Officer * ((references to sex))

Taehyung just wanted to go for a little joy ride, but he can’t afford to get a ticket. He’ll do anything to avoid it. 

A Little Back Pain * #

Taehyung wakes up one morning with immense back pain only to be rushed to a radio station for an early morning schedule with the rest of Bangtan. Trying not to make any trouble, he tries to keep it a secret, but eventually that becomes increasingly hard.

Dearest Soulmate [chaptered] # (so far) ((may get fluffy)) 

ch.1 / ? l’homme dans la ruelle

ch.2 / ? l’homme avec le couteau 

ch.3 / ?  l'homme au cœur froid 

ch.4 / ? les hommes suffrent

Jeongguk wakes up in the morning to find the clock on his wrist displaying the least amount of minutes it ever has, meaning he was definitely going to meet his soulmate today. Trying not to change his fate, Jeongguk attempts to go through the day as normally as a man whose whole life was about to be flipped upside down could, but as the clock nears 00:00, some things don’t add up.

A Whole Five Centimeters *

Taehyung claims he is getting taller than Jeongguk. Jeongguk does not react well.

He’s Great *

“Do you like anyone, hyung?” It was muffled and small, uttered into Taehyung’s neck with a sleepy yawn almost interrupting the last consonant. When Taehyung froze up he felt Jeongguk’s head lift, chin resting on Taehyung’s chest, and eyes focused on him a little too steadily to be casual. Taehyung saw the smallest twitch in Jeongguk’s innocently raised eyebrows and he relaxed a little.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

Lean on Me [chaptered] * [inspired by Trust Your Heart if the Seas Catch Fire by kookiebaes / maxx on ao3] 

Part 1 / ?

Part 2 / ?

Some instances where Taehyung finds himself in need of support, and Jeongguk is sure to be there for him to lean on. 

Take Me Home # eventual *

“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

My Idiot Valentine*

Jeongguk doesn’t like the cold, but luckily his boyfriend Taehyung has a furnace for a body.

9 in the afternoon (your eyes are the size of the moon)*

It was 9 in the afternoon on an otherwise quiet Thursday and Jeongguk was sprawled on top of Kim Taehyung in the middle of the campus pavement. In other words, the grass was blue and the sky was falling.


Just the Two of Us # ~

Yoongi’s always been Jimin’s self-proclaimed body guard, whether it was against others or himself. Jimin finds himself not hesitant one tiny bit in returning the favor. And Yoongi honestly thinks that once upon a time, one too many angels fell from the sky.


Christmas drabble [requested] # *

“okay but think about this: Tae and JungKook putting up Christmas lights and Tae is just so captivated by JungKook’s beauty when they turn on the lights and yoongi swears to himself that he’s never gonna let JungKook go"

elementary starters pt.3

feel free to change things to suit your character–make alterations to the sentences to fit their dialogue, change pronouns, etc. parts one and two. these are all taken from season 1. 

  • “You loaded him like a weapon and pointed him at your wife.”
  • “I notice you don’t have any mirrors around here.”
  • “What is that supposed to mean?”
  • “You know a lost cause when you see one.”
  • “I don’t do what I do for the credit.”
  • “Why do you suppose you hate your job so much?”
  • “You have two alarm clocks. No one with two alarm clocks loves their job. Two alarm clocks mean it’s a chore for you to get up in the morning.”
  • “Do you close yourself off to people, deny yourself things that might bring you pleasure?”
  • “You listened. You let someone else’s scattering penetrate that attic you call a skull.”
  • “You already know I favor you.”
  • “I take it all back. I’m beginning to find the chat that accompanying your companionship extremely useful. It’s like white noise. It puts me in a state where I think and obverse better.”
  • “For future reference, when I say I agree with you, it means I’m not listening.”
  • “There are any number of reasons why I didn’t tell you about my history. I told myself dozens. In the end it’s simple, I was embarrassed.”
  • “I love text shorthand. It’s a way you to convey content and tone without losing velocity.
  • “I know what it’s like not to be lucky, it turned my life upside down.”
  • “Idiots rely on luck.”
  • “Trusted you? I’ve been glued to your side for weeks now and you’ve refused to show even the tiniest bit of your personal history. You know what _______? I don’t trust you, because thanks to you, we’re basically still strangers.”
  • “Excellent, you wait here and I’ll go to my room, shut the door. Soon as you’re absolutely certain I can’t hear you, ask away.”
  • “I left some urine in your room.”
  • “Coming in here this morning was like walking into a nightmare that I thought I stopped having a long time ago.”
  • “Could you shoot me all of this in an email? I’m much better at processing the written word.”
  • “With all due respect, so what?”
  • “There is nothing more hazardous to my health then boredom.”
  • “Hard to sleep knowing a psychopath may have ruined two lives from beyond the grave.”
  • “She rebuilds lives from the ground up. A way to measure her success is by how many careers she has rebuilt and the amount of lives she has saved.”
  • “As someone once said, once you eliminate the impossible, whatever is left, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”
  • “Before you say anything, I’d like to remind you that I’m holding an axe.”
  • “I have every intention of capturing, torturing and murdering him.”
  • “I am smarter than everyone I meet.”
  • “Has anyone heard the theory that the CIA created crack cocaine? I started that.”
  • “I realize this is very important but can we finish this talk when everyone is fully clothed?”
  • “I know that you lied to me. I’m not angry. If anything, I am grateful.”
  • “How many times did you two have sex? My guess is 9 or 10 times.”
  • ‘If something were ever to happen to you, I am not sure I’d be able to forgive myself.”
  • “If you’re going to wallow you have to do it in the privacy of your own room.”
  • “I found this is a second hand store. I just wanted you to know that I was thinking of you.”
  • “I know it’s hard but, get over yourself.”
  • “I am dissecting a body in the middle of the night. We are not having a moment.”
  • “We both made a mistake. We fell in love.”
  • “You named a bee after me?”
  • “You see people like puzzles, I see them as games. You’re a game that I will always win.”

Happy birthday to a certain nerd @bluekujira  Aka, you’re old here’s some gay ff.

Pairing: usuk obviously
Rating: sfw (sorry)
Wordcount: 1,251
In progress/Complete
Misc: Omegaverse, preggy Arthur, early morning gay shit, complete fluff, very gay, so gay, hopefully sweet 

A sigh escaped Arthur’s lips, drawing in breath again with a quiet groan stifled into the pillow. He blinked his eyes open, still bleary with sleep, squinting at the clock on his bedside table that read some time after ten o’clock. He let out another sigh, only interrupted with a yawn as he considered the pros and cons of getting out of bed. Part of him itched to move after so long lying down, particularly with the weight of a four month pregnancy causing him to sink down into the mattress. But that was half the reason he wanted to stay put, warm and comfortable and wonderfully lazy. 

Though even if he wanted to get up, the strong pair of alpha arms around his waist at that moment rather prevented him from moving. Sundays were lazy days, as Alfred had told him repeatedly since he’d first shared a bed with the alpha, he couldn’t remember a time since they’d first moved in together that he’d gotten out of bed on a Sunday any earlier than ten thirty.

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  • *Me last week, after I got my copy of ACOMAF*: I mean, it's no Empire of Storms, but it's SJMaas so it'll do.
  • *Me now, one week later, curled up in a ball making screechy cat noises at 1 o'clock in the morning*: I need ACOTAR 3 and I need it now
My Schedule


1. A 9-5 “work” schedule looking for jobs or organizing the office or whatever else (flexible as required for interviews)

2. A resetting of the body clock so I wake up at 7am (ish) and am asleep by midnight (if not before, lately it’s been 10:30ish).

3. A new schedule with the SO (dinner date nights are Tuesday, sleepover nights are Fridays into Saturday mornings).

1. I am still available on IM (though I won’t answer during date nights and I will be limited in replying during overnight Fridays and during the day if I’m doing “work”)

2. Replies will come during my “lunch break” or after 5 during the week (except Tuesdays). I’ll still try to do these in chronological order unless I’m just really not feeling it that day, then I’ll use the randomizer from thread tracker :)

3. I’m still around, but I can’t stay up to “not-a-real-time-o-clock” to RP so if you want to catch me, that might shift in terms of timing (again just IM me it’s fine XD)

greentigergirl  asked:

". 1,2,3--99,100"

Send “1, 2, 3– 99! 100!” for my muse to walk by while yours is doing push-ups

Cordi could not sleep.

She scowled at the alarm clock on the bedside table, the red glowing numbers indicating that she had been trying to fall asleep for four hours so far. She was due to be up in another three.

Deciding to cut her losses, she got up, changed into her gym gear, and grabbed her towel. In her mind, it was better to do something other than stare at the bedroom walls at three in the morning. She walked softly down the hallway to the gym and found someone was already there on the mats doing push-ups.

Cordi rapped on the doorway, so she didn’t surprise her fellow early morning gym goer, “G’morning, hope you don’t mind me using the elliptical for a while.”