actually it's a shop for bags

BTS as things my friends have said whilst shopping...
  • Seokjin: Do you think if I bat my eyelashes they'll give me it for free?
  • Yoongi: *walks out with no bags* it was all overpriced but I tried all the samples - smell me
  • Hoseok: *has about twenty bags* I'm definitely broke now but I'll look cute so it's fine!
  • Namjoon: *knocks over a display* ... Well...
  • Taehyung: *dancing to the background music* WHAT is this radio station?! It's literally my new favourite thing
  • Jimin: You know what sucks? Being short and wanting the item on the top shelf. That's what sucks.
  • Jungkook: *is under the illusion that the shopping cart is actually a scooter*

peppermiints-please  asked:

SO I was just reading another fic where Bitty was looking for cans of pumpkin and I just thought... I wonder how Bitty reacted to the news this past fall that cans of pumpkin actually contain very little pumpkin? That like, it's mostly other squash?

“Yo Bitty, we’re back!”  Ransom and Holster stomped the snow from their boots and tramped into the kitchen where Bitty was prepping a whole line of pie dishes with their bottom crusts.

“Perfect timing!  I was just finishing up with these.”  He reached out to take a ag from Ransom and start unloading it into the pantry.  “Thank you boys again, I just could not hoof it all the way to Stop & Shop in that weather.”

“We got your back, bro.”  Holster slapped him on the back and started pulling out bags of nuts and fruit for the Hausgiving pies.

“Where’s the pumpkin?”  Bitty asked, looking around at the pile of groceries.  “I should get started with that since it’ll take the longest.”

“Oh, I think it’s in here,” Ransom said, giving one of his bags a shake.  It made a metallic clunking noise as cans of soup knocked against each other.

“In there?”

“Yeah.  I know, I hate when they bag all the cans together too.  This thing’s fuckin heavy.  Like, we get it, it’s organized, but it’s -”

“Y’all got canned pumpkin?”  Bitty looked at him with wide eyes, a bag of pecans dangling from his other hand.  Ransom cut his eyes over to Holster, who was staring back at him, fear clear behind the lenses of his glasses.

“Um…yes?”

“That’s not what the list said.  I wrote one pumpkin.”

“Like…an actual pumpkin?  Like for Halloween?” Holster asked.  Bitty whirled around to face him.

“YES like an actual pumpkin!  That canned junk ain’t real pumpkin, it’s mystery squash.”  

“Oh.”  Holster scooted back to the door, carefully keeping the table between himself and Bitty.  He remembered the Beyonce album release fit and did not want to find himself the target of Bitty’s next rage.  “Um, should we go back and get one then?” His voice squeaked a little and Ransom would usually chirp him for days for a crack like that, but he honestly couldn’t blame him.  

The happy ding of Bitty’s phone getting a text from Jack saved them.  Bitty just sighed and shook his head as he pulled out his phone and read the message.  “No, y’all just go upstairs and don’t bother me ‘till these pies are done.  Jack’s almost here, so I’ll have him stop.  Clearly y’all were not ready for Hausgiving errands.”  He waved them away, and neither argued as they turned and scampered up to the attic, Ransom carefully snagging the bag of Doritos off the table as they left.  

Jack showed up twenty minutes later with his overnight bag over his shoulder, a bag of extra butter and flour, and a beautifully round pumpkin tucked under his other arm.  Bitty kissed the pumpkin and his boyfriend, in that order.

“Honey, this is perfect.  I should’ve just sent you from the start, I dunno what I was thinking letting the boys go on their own.”  Jack smiled in that fond way he did when Bitty was being ridiculous.

“Come on Bits, they tried.”  Bitty hummed and Jack tipped his chin up for another kiss.  “Just think, when you met them, they would’ve come back with a Marie Calendar’s and a case of pumpkin-spice flavored beer.”  Bitty laughed through the pained groan that thought elicited.

“Oh lord, is that was passed for Thanksgiving here?”

“No,” Jack said, setting down the groceries and suitcase so he could wrap Bitty in his arms.  “That would’ve been them trying.”

“That’s horrifying.”

“Mmhm.”  Bitty pressed his face into Jack’s chest.  “And look how much they love you.  Jack picked up the bag of cherries from the table.  “These are organic.  Do you know how huge that is for these guys?”

“Cherry’s my favorite,” Bitty mumbled.

“They know.”

“…Maybe I was a little harsh earlier.”

Ransom and Holster woke up from an afternoon nap to the smell of a mystery squash pie sitting on top of Ransom’s Orgo textbook and figured they’d been at least partially forgiven.


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Hold Back

Originally posted by meganhyunhee


Pairing: Taeyong x Reader
Genre: fratboy!au, um a lil bit of fluff??, um things get a little heated at some point
Warnings: language
Word count: 3,684 


You whined loudly as the sound of your alarm rang through your ears. You had went to sleep at 4 am last night - or should you say this morning - after finishing up a project you had to do for your psychology major. You contemplated on skipping today’s lecture but you decided against it, as shocking as it may sound you had never skipped a lecture before. People thought of you as a goody two shoes and although that wasn’t too far from reality, you still had a wild side, you were young and in college after all. 

Groaning you threw the covers off of you and made the way over to the bathroom to clean up and shake the sleep off your tired eyelids. Apparently that wasn’t enough since even after your shower you felt pretty much dead. A double shot espresso would definitely be enough to at least keep you awake until the late hours of the night. 


You moaned in relief as the scalding liquid touched your lips.

“You always sound so,” Doyoung, your best friend scrunched his eyebrows as he tried to think of a word to describe what he just witnessed, “erotic when eating or drinking something you enjoy.” he finished. 

“Because it feels as good as sex.” 

“Oh my God.” 

“You brought this upon yourself.” you shrugged as you took another sip, your eyes roaming around the cafeteria. 

“There’s a party on Friday night, are you coming?” he questioned, changing the subject. 

“As much as I’d love to get shit wasted, I’m gonna have to decline. A 10,000 essay calls for me.” 

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Port Mafia Drama CD -Kaji, Chuuya and Akutagawa.

So in no way I am a proper translator so I am just doing my best here! If there are mistakes, I apologize!

Audio.

That is the audio that  @anemoneee posted, so credits to her!

Onto the translation!

So it starts with Kaji doing an experiment inside his Lab, while he is laughing like a maniac Chuuya walks in with Akutagawa.
Chuuya: Oi, what are you being so loud for?
 Also, I heard you attacked the detective agency?

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….is something an *actual human adult* is choosing to get angry about.

Tomorrow: why soup is misandric.

(thanks to cybermango on Twitter for this one)

☆Jooheon x Coffee Shop AU☆

                          Monsta X Scenario [Lee Jooheon]

When Jooheon works at your local coffee shop which also happens to be your favorite hangout spot


You walked down the long sidewalk almost reaching your destination. The sound of the rain trickling down, hitting the pavement, was surrounding you. You could also hear the drops of rain hitting your umbrella at a steady pace. It was quite cold and you wanted to go some place to warm up before heading home.

You decided to go visit your local coffee shop after a long day of school. It was a small but comforting store owned by a woman and her son.  Although it was a quite popular spot, it never got too overwhelming which made you even like it more. Their menu was intriguing and the employees were all nice.

There was one employee, however, that always managed to catch your attention. He had dark brown hair and a set of dimples that showed up whenever he smiled. You caught yourself staring at him multiples times during past visits, but you never had the courage to actually talk to him. You could tell he was friendly from the way he greeted customers. He smiled big and talked to them as if they were long time friends. Seeing him acting that way made you smile because its rare to find someone enjoy their job.

As you approached the small shop, your heart started racing. You noticed the dark haired boy inside, behind the cash register. You pushed open the doors while closing your umbrella, placing it in a plastic bag the store had put near the door for wet umbrellas.

“That’ll be $2.75” the boy smiled at the elderly woman that was across from him. I got in line and waited for the woman to finish paying. You took out one earbud while looking at the menu deciding what you would get this time. You didn’t know why you were nervous but you tried to push the feeling aside.

“Thank you ma'am, enjoy your coffee!” his voice rang through the store. I stepped up to the cash register, not looking at the boy in front of me.

“Can I-um have a regular coffee with two sugars and a pump of caramel…and a cinnamon roll please” you muttered out while looking down at your purse starting to get your money out.

“Alright, that’ll be $3.50” Out of the corner of your eyes you saw the boy looking at you, a small smile on his lips. You fumbled through your purse  and finally managed to get a 5 dollar bill out. While handing it to him, his fingertips brushed your hand lightly which gave you butterflies in your stomach. You took the change from him and moved to a nearby table, waiting for your order to be done. The boy had disappeared into the back while another employee had replaced him.

You were reading a new book you had bought, still waiting when suddenly a pair of feet were approaching you. They set down 2 cups of coffee and a brown paper bag, which what you assumed to be was your cinnamon roll. As they were dragging a chair you looked up and noticed a pair of similar eyes.

“Hi, my name is Jooheon,” the boy peered at you through his circle frames. “I know this is sudden but I’m on break right now and I thought maybe I could sit with you” he chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You looked around and noticed that the shop had a lot of customers. Almost all the tables were taken, which surprised you because you had never noticed until now.

“Thats fine. I’m (y/n) by the way” you said, finally looking up at him while smiling. He gave you a smile back making his dimples appear.
‘Cute’ you said in your head while proceeding to drink your coffee. He noticed the book that was on the table and smiled.

“Can you believe the main character ended up dying?” he said looking at you with a shocked expression.

“Spoilers!” you exclaimed while covering your ears. Jooheon erupted into laughter, which just confused you.

“I was joking silly, I’ve never even read that book” you relaxed once he said that, glad that he didnt spoil the ending for you.

After a while you two had gotten to know each other and chatted until he had to get back to work. You had bought a new book and decided to read it after he had left. It was starting to get late and the once rainy day was turning into a dark cloudy night.

You were halfway through your book when you noticed the shop would be closing in 5 minutes.

“Shit” you cursed at yourself realizing you had to get home. As you started putting on your jacket and gathering your things, you saw the employees cleaning up. You scanned the room trying to find Jooheon but had no luck. Sighing, you took the bag that had your half eaten cinnamon toll and started walking to the doors. You stepped outside, into the cold dark night and started making your way to your house.

“Wait up, (y/n)!” you heard someone yell your name. You looked back to see Jooheon running, trying to catch up to you. You giggled, watching him  try to dodge people that were walking the opposite way. Once he caught up to you, you both started talking again. He noticed the book in your hand and turned to look at you.

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why does the stereotype that girls are “supposed to be clean” even exist like have u seen a teenage girls bedroom??? that shit honestly requires a god damn scavenger hunt to find literally anything like clothes piled on a chair, random ass things bought but never actually used, covers haphazard on the bed, shopping bags strewn everywhere from various stores and shit, books piled because she’s too lazy to put them back in the bookshelf, schoolwork in stacks in its own little corner of the room, a desk with so much junk on it it may as well just be another shelf, random ass shit all over the walls,

Bite Me: Part 6

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a vampire looking for his next meal, and you happen to cross his path in the most perfect way. However, one taste of your blood has him reeling in disgust. Never has he met a human with blood that tastes as horrible as yours. He has the perfect plan to help fix that…

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader

Warnings: some mild cursing

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3      Part 4     Part 5


Your friendship with Bucky had flourished over the last three months. Whenever he wasn’t walking you home or breaking into your apartment, he was visiting the bookstore during your shifts. He was still annoying as ever, but it was definitely more tolerable after your little bonding session while you were sick.

You learned quite a bit about Bucky as well.

He actually wasn’t that old. He had been turned in his 20s during World War II, so he was barely 100. Fairly young for a vampire. He still didn’t like talking about how he was turned or where he had been before New York, so you knew better than to keep bringing it up.

He loved science and the stars, so you had surprised him with a nighttime trip to the Museum of Natural History as a way to say thanks for all the food and supplements he had been buying. He had acted like a kid in a candy store, hopping from one exhibit to the next, reciting interesting facts from memory and from the little plaques on the walls.

And today was also his birthday. You had gone over every present idea you could think of, but nothing seemed right. You were running out of time too. He was coming to walk you home after the end of your shift at the bookstore in less than 10 minutes, and you had nothing.

“What do you a get a vampire for his birthday?” you randomly asked the succubus in front of you.

“You could always let him suck your blood,” she suggested, giving you a sly wink. She leaned forward to grab her bag, gently tracing her fingertips over the top of your hand. She seemed surprised when her touch had absolutely no effect on you.

“Sorry,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m asexual, so I’m pretty much immune to you.”

The succubus let out a little “hrmph” and stomped out of the shop. You couldn’t help but laugh; that wasn’t the first time being ace had had its benefits. As you closed up the shop, you considered her words. Perhaps she was actually onto something…


You bounced eagerly as you watched Bucky approach the shop. “Happy birthday!” you exclaimed. “How old are you now? 150?”

He smiled and cleared his throat. “Just 100.”

You grabbed his hand and led him behind the bookstore to the alley where you first met. “Eh, close enough,” you replied. “Anyway, I have a present for ya.”

“What’s that?” Bucky asked as he looked around the alley. “A trashcan? Geez, doll, you shouldn’t have.”

You shoved his shoulder and rolled your eyes. “No, you idiot.” You pulled out a vial of dark, red liquid and handed it to him. He unraveled out a small scroll that revealed the words “Happy Birthday Bucky” in a fancy script. Bucky’s eyes widened when he realized what it was as he swirled the vial around and examined the liquid.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“No, I gave you a vial of my blood for fun,” you shot back. “I just figured you should taste whether or not all your hard work this year has been paying off.”

Bucky shook his head. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Duh, that’s why it’s called a present,” you replied. “Seriously, Bucky, I don’t mind. Besides, I stuck a needle in my arm, this isn’t going to waste.”

Bucky gulped partly due to nervousness and partly due to excitement. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been curious about how your blood tasted after the last four months. 

He opened the cap with a small pop, and tilted it back like a shot. It was sweet and viscous, just how he liked it. Definitely much better than the first time he had tried to eat you. He quickly wiped the blood off his lips.

“Well?” you asked. “Better?”

“Meh,” Bucky replied, cheekily.

“Meh?” you yelped. “Meh?! I’ve been taking those stupid supplements and eating that food for MONTHS, and all you can say is ‘meh’?!” You glared at him and punched him in the shoulder. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Bucky replied, linking his arm through yours and walking out of the alley. 

You scoffed lightly and couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“Nah,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I really don’t.” 

“See?” Bucky teased. “Besides, doll,  just think, without my help, you would have undoubtedly killed some poor soul with your repulsive blood.”

“Well unfortunately, it didn’t kill you…” you muttered.

“I think the phrase you’re looking for is ‘Happy Birthday, Bucky, of course I’ll treat you to ice cream for all the hard work you’ve done!’”

You rolled your eyes and giggled. “C’mon, Barnes, let’s go get some ice cream. My treat.”

Bucky’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as he held in hands to his cheeks. His eyebrows scrunched up and his voice took on a high pitch as he pretended to be surprised. “Why doll, ice cream? For me? You shouldn’t have!”

“Bite me, Barnes,” you huffed.

“If only you’d let me…” he lamented.

“Not gonna happen.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Just a nibble?”

“You just drank some of my blood!”

“How can I know it’s really yours? I mean, I didn’t see you stick the needle in your arm. For all I know, you could be lying.”

“God you are the WORST!”

You continued to bicker as you walked to the ice cream shop, but your words held no malice. Yes, he was insufferable, and yes, his motives were a bit ridiculous. Was he a vampire? Sure. Did he try to eat you once? Maybe. But he was still your friend. 

And somehow, you really didn’t mind. 


A/N: So that’s the end! Nothing super dramatic, but I hope you enjoyed the series! Thanks for the sweet comments!!

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anonymous asked:

How about Thilbo for the ship thingy?

  • How did they they meet?

well as we all know! their first meeting in bag end 

  • Who developed romantic feelings first?

i tend to go back and forth between who i think developed romantic feelings first but i would like to say thorin. we know bilbo has trouble with his own feelings and naming them, so i think he probably doesn’t understand/realize his feelings for thorin at first. meanwhile thorin is already head-over-heels for his grump

  • Who is their biggest “shipper?”

ooh hmmm just by far, the company all together. theyre relieved the day bilbo and thorin finally get together 

  • When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

i wanna say their first kiss is like one of those ‘oh god youre alive’ moments, where just like theyre so overwhelmed seeing that the other is okay and they end up kissing. like. mid-battle field even? yes

  • Who confessed their feelings first?

i like to imagine it kind of happens at the same time?? where they just both plan to do it around the same time and its one of those ‘i have something to important to tell you’ at the same time, interrupting each other and its a back and forth of ‘no, you go first’ until one of them finally just says it. i feel its bilbo though. hes just like ‘alright we are getting NOWHERE’ 

  • What was their first official date?

hmmm going with a middle earth everyone lives au while answering this so… idk they go on walks and stuff, they spend a lot of time together pre confession, so maybe their first date is a simple walk around erebor! 

  • How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

they would definitely go on double/group dates with other dwarf couples around! but it just sort of ends up like theyre hanging out with all their friends 

  • What do they do in their down time?

since thorin is super super busy kinging, they dont have much down time. thorins ‘down time’ is usually doing extra paperwork while bilbo makes him tea and tries to get him to go to bed 

  • What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

WELL. their parents are… all dead? as far as we know. but maybe if thorins mother was alive they could meet and she just loves bilbo, they have tea all the time. also i love AUs of Thrain surviving (shoutout and rec to That Which Begets Affection (Is Silent) ) and loving Bilbo too 

  • What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

*side-eyes the whole Arkenstone fight* thats my only answer but i imagine it is something they spend time working on and regaining trust with each other 

  • Which one is more easily made jealous?

i dont really think either of them, thorin is confident in their relationship. if anything, bilbo is a little wary of the dwarves that probably faun over thorin as king but hey… hes king, its gonna happen

  • What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

oh together i guess?? thorin will eat whatever bilbo makes, or at least he TRIES to… hes not a big fan of the greens but he wants to make bilbo happy and food is one way of doing that. 

  • Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

thorin is a cuddly monster and he just loves to wrap around bilbo, spooning him basically. bilbo sort of rolls his eyes when it happens but hes secretly super happy about it. he also likes to hold bilbo in his lap 

  • Are they hand holders?

mostly in private but yes!!!! thorin likes to hold bilbos hand a lot and bilbo doesnt mind when he reading to hold thorins hand and just have him there 

  • How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

im assuming this is meant to be sexual, probably so… i say it takes them a while to get to this point, like they share a bed a night long before they ever actually engage in it. and i think it just happens. there isnt any big reason for it really, no special occasion. 

  • Who tops?

my personal opinion is that theyre super versatile so there really isnt particular roles. but you all know i love thorin bottoming the most 

  • What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

probably the Arkenstone thing… 

  • Who does the shopping and the cooking?

mostly Bilbo. i think thorin sometime will do the shopping but he just doesnt always have the time to stop at the market and bilbo is a better cook (thorin can make a variety of dishes well but hes just not as talented as bilbo) 

  • Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

hmmm i wanna say thorin. we have seen bag end post quest and its kinda messy (its actually fairly messy before the quest, theres just books everywhere in piles) 

  • Who proposes?

similar to the confession, it happens at the same time. theyre both planning some sort of event with separate groups of dwarves and they dont realize until its too late! so bilbos trying to propose at the same thorin is and they keep interrupting each other until they see whats happening. 

yes i love this trope a lot 

  • Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

im just trying to imagine bilbo baggins at a bachelor party sorry its just really funny to me. i think they probably dont care but the dwarves would throw them separate ones

  • Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

oh gosh well thorin’s best man would probably be dwalin?? and i guess bilbo’s would be bofur! but just probably imagine the entirety of the company is involved in the wedding party (and frodo is the ring bearer– sorry this is a terrible joke–)

  • Big Ceremony or Small?

erebor wise it would be big since thorin is the king and i imagine that dwarves throw huge parties. the shire would be big too! hobbits love parties. 

in an alternate, they have a tiny ass marriage ceremony while theyre traveling around arda 

  • Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?

they probably couldnt in an au where thorin is king but i always like the idea of them taking a holiday to explore the world 

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Request:  Could you do a Christmas Imagine where the reader gets everyone a gift but struggles w/ getting Harry one. At the mall Y/N runs into HR & Cisco & they help her? Maybe some jealous Harry over Y/N Sorry if this is a jumbled mess! Please & Thank you! 

“You guys are the best,” you smile, relief practically flooding off you as you make your way into Star Labs with Cisco and HR. in tow. “I honestly don’t know what I would do without you, well, without you  anyway,” you add, nudging HR with your shoulder, bringing out an amused chuckle from the man.

“Hey, I helped!” Cisco replies, his voice high as he looks at you in disbelief.

“The only thing you helped with was finding that Gelato shop,” you answer with a roll of your eyes as you enter the cortex, smiling towards Caitlin, Jesse and Harrison in a silent greeting, completely unaware of the confused look on Harrison’s features as he watches you carefully.

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Singing in the Car

Request


The Buttercream squad had found themselves wandering around London for the majority of the day. Realizing that they hadn’t spent much time together as a group, they decided to have lunch and see where the rest of the day will take them. And you can’t have an outing with the boys with theres not at least one person vlogging right?

On this particular day, everyone was vlogging. Everyone except Caspar, Mikey and Conor that is.  

“Will you please just admit that you’re a daily vlogger yet?” Caspar asked, as Joe turned off his camera, shoving it back into his pocket. 

“Not a chance mate. Because I’m not.”

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Throwing Cellphones

                                 Feliciano gets himself a sugar daddy

Warning: This chapter has slight nsfw, slight kinky stuff, and some other…sad stuff.

Once again I remind that I update Throwing Cellphones…very late into Monday, but it’s Monday none the less

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5
 

                                                     Chapter 6

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Promise ring || H.S.

Hello babes! I’m back with another imagine slash one shot, whatever you wanna call it. I really enjoyed writing this one because I didn’t even think of something like this before tbh lmao. I hope that you guys will like it at least half as much as I’ve liked to write it though before I forget, let’s give a round of applause for one of the anons who requested this! 👏🏽 Don’t forget to request anything you’d like to see next! Have a lovely rest of your Sunday or whenever you’re reading this. :) Love you a lot, xoxo B

Length: 2,148 - 4 pages
About it: quite cute if you ask me

Going on dates with Harry was fun because we never took it seriously and that may have seemed weird to outsiders but honestly, it was so much better. Of course we had our formal dates as well where we dressed up real nice and everything but most of the time we ended up in Subway or some Chinese restaurant.

Today however was one of those dressing up ones since it was was our two year anniversary. I was a tad bit nervous because for the past month I have been trying to hide a present from Harry in order to surprise him with it tonight. I knew we were going to go out and I knew it was going to be special because we’ll be at the restaurant where we first went at the beginning of our relationship. We spent our first year anniversary there as well so it was only fair if we went there this time as well.

So my present. The present that I wasn’t actually allowed to get him because we agreed on not getting each other anything on our anniversaries because it’s not about giving it’s about enjoying the other’s company. Between us, at least. And I kept my promise last year but I knew that I couldn’t this time.

Over a month ago I was out shopping with my mates when we went past a jewelry shop and of course we went in. I was always a big fan of jewelry so I wasn’t going to say no. I was too engulfed in the earring section when one of my friends told me to check some rings out so I did and as soon as I landed my eyes on them I knew I couldn’t leave without one.

They were promise rings.

Now I know that usually the guy gets the promise ring and gives it to the girl, but come on. It’s 2016 therefore anything could happen. And as I said before I just couldn’t leave the shop without one ring in my bag so I had to buy it.

Since then I’ve been hiding it in my underwear draw, waiting for this day to come so that I can give it to its true owner.

After I took one last glance at the ring I closed the navy coloured velvet box and slipped it into my bag that I was going to take with me. I had also put a little note in it which I knew was going to get to Harry because that wouldn’t have been the first time that I wrote to him. Once he told me he much preferred letters which he could keep after and I never once argued with him about it just did what I knew would make his heart happy.

For our date night I was wearing a simple grey, off the shoulder dress which had long sleeves and a pair of black Michael Kors heels. I liked to invest in my bags, shoes and coats the most because I could always dress up my non-designer pieces and make them look twice as good. My makeup was simple and so was my hair therefore I didn’t spend much time on my face. Since it wasn’t too cold I decided on wearing a trench coat then picked my bag up and I was ready to go.

Harry said he was going to pick me up around 6 pm since he booked our table for half past and it wasn’t a long drive at all. So I was well surprised when I saw him sitting in my living room while he was on his phone.

“Hey you,” I laughed as I welcomed him, putting my bag on the table which was near the living room door. “When did you come in? I didn’t hear you,” I told him as he stood up and walked towards me.

He just laughed it off as he put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to his chest, my hands making their way around his neck and fingers intertwining behind it. He smelled heavenly and he looked breath-taking in his satin outfit. Soon enough he pressed his full and soft lips against mine in a sweet kiss which caused me to smile into the gesture.

“You always end up smiling which messes up the whole point of kissing,” he muttered his opinion against my lips but just before he could’ve pulled away I pressed a little peck onto his lips. “That was nothing at all.”

“”You’re so insatiable,” I shook my head as I held onto his collar then cupped his cheeks in my hands. His eyes were bright as he looked into mine, he had a little mustache going on above his upper lip and I adored it. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he kissed my nose then took one of his hands off my waist to get a hold of my bag. He put it on his shoulder then taking my right hand into his, he intertwined our fingers. “Are you ready, doll face?”

“Yup.”

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On the way to the restaurant I laughed so much my stomach was hurting but honestly, I wouldn’t have swapped places with anyone. I loved laughing with Harry because it just made me happy. And the fact that no one was at the restaurant when we got there just made me feel even more relaxed and calm. I didn’t like it when the paps were around because that meant hurrying out of the car and getting into wherever we were headed in one piece.

When we got in and got seated at a table we sat last time as well I couldn’t take my eyes off of Harry. The lights were dim and he was simply sitting in front of him, looking through his menu so it wasn’t even like he was doing something interesting. But still, he mesmerized me in the best way possible.

“Are you gonna eat me for dinner or something?” he asked me laughing and I felt my cheeks and ears go red from his comment. I rolled my eyes then laughed a little as well.

“You wish,” I sighed as I put my elbows on the table and held my face in the palm of my hands. Probably wasn’t the nicest way to sit when in a restaurant but I didn’t really care. “I just can’t believe you are here. With me. Again. After another hectic year.”

“I know right, I’m quite unbelievable,” he said cockily but of course I knew he wasn’t being serious. He just liked to put on a show.

“Look, I know that we aren’t supposed to give anything to each other on our anniversaries but you have to understand that I couldn’t resist this time.”

“Baby, you just broke our tradition,” he let out a deep sigh as he shook his head a bit. I couldn’t tell whether he was genuinely disappointed or just acted again.

I know, but you’ll hopefully understand why once you get your little present,” I smiled at him as I tried to make the situation look and feel better. “Haz, are you really upset with me for buying you something? It’s been a month since I bought it.”

“I’m not that upset,” he said while the smallest smile ever made its way onto his handsome face. That made me grin as well and I felt a lot better knowing that he wasn’t actually sad about it. “But you cannot do that again. I love you so I’ll let this one slip but we’re not buying each other stuff, alright?”

“Yes!” I confirmed it. “I didn’t buy this present either to purposefully break out tradition. I just couldn’t leave it in the shop and it reminded me of you and oh my god. Before I give it all away, here you go,” I rambled as I took the box out of the bag and gave it to him.

He looked at me a bit weird, probably not expecting to see a box as a present but he had absolutely no clue what it hid.

“Read the note first,” I told him once he opened the box. He couldn’t see the ring right away but I had a feeling at this point he might have had a slight idea.

He nodded before he started to read it out loud.

“Harry, I give you this ring-,”

“Wait, you don’t need to read it out loud,” I interrupted him. “It might be more personal if you read it to yourself.”

“Harry,

I give you this ring as a promise to you, a promise that I’ll be here and I’ll always be true.

I promise that I’ll hold you when your day isn’t going right and I will comfort you through the long and cold night.

I promise that I’ll make you smile when you feel like dying and I promise that I’ll be here when you feel like crying.

I promise that I’ll guide you when the future isn’t clear, I promise I will be there to wipe away your every tear.

I promise that no matter what, we will make it through so I give you this ring as a promise.

A promise that I’ll always love you.

Y/N”

He looked up to me once he read the note, with teary eyes and a huge smile. I had the urge to stand up and walk over to his side so I did just that and hugged him close to me. I felt his hand go around my waist then he pushed his chair out a bit and pulled me onto his lap.

“I swear I had the exact same idea,” he told me, chuckling as he leant on my shoulder.

“Were you going to get me a promise ring?” I asked him in surprise. That’d have been such a coincidence if he would’ve had gotten me one too.

“Yes,” he sighed then put his hand out to get the box from the table. Slowly, he took the ring out and made sure to look at it from every single angle possible. It wasn’t anything special, it was a silver band but then he put it on and it became special.

“Thank god it’s the right size and it looks good on your finger,” I said my thoughts out loud, not minding it one bit. He was used to all my random comments and phrases so I didn’t feel embarrassed or anything.

“Yeah, well, after being together for two years I’d expect you to know what my ring size is,” he said jokingly as he twisted it around his finger once more. After he was done admiring it, he wrapped his other arm around me as well and hid his face in the crook of my neck. “Thank you, doll face. This ring means a lot.”

“You’re welcome I’m glad you like it and it means a lot to you because it means a lot to me too.”

“Does this mean you’ll be the one who’s gonna propose?”

“Nah, I’m gonna leave that to you if that’s okay,” I laughed and so did he then pressed a kiss on my neck before pulling away and looking at me. “So am I forgiven? You’re not upset anymore, right?”

“No, I’m not upset,” he smiled at me as he started to lean closer to me then pressing his lips against mine in a short but sweet peck. “You just promised to love me forever and ever so I’d be really silly if I were to be mad at you over you doing so, wouldn’t I?”

“Maybe but I would still love you anyway.”

“Gosh, I’m so lucky to have you, you know that, right?” he asked me with awe in his eyes, his voice so soft and deep that it made me shiver and melt on the inside.

“Just as lucky as I am.”

“Probably not.”

“Well I think I am the luckiest and I know that I’ll be forever because I put a ring on it.”

“Wow, so original,” he said with a little laugh at the end then squeezed me in a loving hug. “Now get back to your seat, I’m hungry.”

“Aw, that’s not nice,” I pouted as I stood up anyway. Harry just shrugged his shoulders with a smirk on his face then just as I sat down the waiter was at our table, ready to take our orders.

And so as Harry was telling the guy what he wanted to eat I was back to staring at the way his lips formed each and every word. He was absolutely breath taking and he was mine and I was his.

After all I just gave him a promise ring which I’m sure he’s going to wear with a proud smile on his beautiful face.  

Lay Me Down [M]

Jimin x Reader
Smut
Word Count: 7,600
{Requests Filled}

I combined these two requests since they were SO similar. Sorry for the wait, thank you for being understanding. I hope you like it!

Jimin is so cute in this gif why? like, can you NOT kill me with your smile?

“Park Fucking Jimin, open your door!” I yelled, while continuously knocking on the door to their dorm.

The door opened a second later and I barged in to see a particularly naked from the waist up Jin standing in the doorway, only a pink apron slung haphazardly around his neck and loosely tied behind him.

“Well hello there, (Y/N), how are you doing—“

“Not now Jin, where is Jimin?” I asked, shoving his face away as he tried for the hundredth time to flirt with me, pretty face and broad shoulders looming in my vision.

He swatted at my hand but I had already dropped it looking around the living area for the familiar boy I had been best friends with for years.

“Ugh, fine. He’s in his room probably still sleeping.” Jin pointed with his spatula, the aroma of food cooking finally tickling my nose.

“But if you find he’s not what you really want, then I’m always here…” he continued with a suggestive smirk and eyebrow twitch.

“Good to know, don’t take it personally if that never happens.” I said with a sweet smile that leaked artificial venom.

To anyone else, this would look like an exchange between a fuck boy and the girl that hated him, but this was just our dynamic.I didn’t hate Jin actually. When he wasn’t being a flirty jerk, he was very nice and caring, and his unique laugh always made me break into a fit of giggles. Not to mention I could always count on him to cook for me.

“Thanks Jin oppa!” I said as I rushed to where I knew him, Taehyung, and Hoseok shared a large room.

“Anytime.” He responded as he walked back to his position at the stove, muscles flexing under the smooth skin of his wide back.

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Are you alright? You haven't been answering your phone at all.

Are you alright? You haven’t been answering your phone at all. 

I got your texts a few hours ago. I knew something was seriously wrong. You were complaining about a headache, and a stomachache, and I don’t know what else. You didn’t even have the strength to type a complete thought anymore…

I used my break to come see you, stopping along the way for a few things: a water bottle, one of those microwave hot pillows, a bottle of painkillers. It’s a nasty day. The rain is drizzly and spitting, and the sky is blank white with clouds. I pull my jacket a little tighter over my shoulders as I get to your building. You must be miserable up there - these old apartments don’t keep the draft in at all.

I ring your doorbell, not expecting you to come get it. The door is open like you said it’d be. I lock it behind me. Your apartment is a perpetual drab grey, even with the decent furniture and the few posters you’ve put up on the wall in cheap frames. More to hide the cracks and holes in the plaster than anything else. It’s a very small place, just big enough for you and no one else. Your bedroom door is shut. The bathroom is open. An empty bottle of painkillers sits in the sink, and there’s a general disarray among your collection of makeup and hair dye.

I knock on the bedroom door. No reply. I open it gently. It’s silent here except for the draft coming under the windows and, in the corner, your slight and shaking breath. Everything is cramped together. Your bed is pressed against the walls, a small table framing the other side with a lamp taking up most of its space, the bottom against a wardrobe. There’s a desk on the opposite wall, really just a meter or so away from you. When’s the last time you cleaned? There’s magazines and comics in a teetering stack on your nightstand of sorts, as well as some pens and fake jewelry and whatever else. A collection of empty water bottles on the desk, your laptop sitting atop disc cases and food wrappers and the usual bedroom detritus. The wardrobe doors are hanging open. Your houseplant sits in the corner, its vines trailing on the ground. It’s actually doing quite nicely.

There’s barely room for me to kneel down at your bedside, pushing your trash can away. I set my shopping bag on the floor. Are you asleep, or in too much pain? Eyes clenched shut, a hand over your stomach, your hair damp and sticky with sweat. I place a hand on your forehead. It’s uncomfortably warm. You flinch and shudder awake, immediately curling in on yourself with pain.

I get you to roll over on your back for me and pull your blankets off your shoulders and chest. In the thin light from the windows I can see you’re pale, eyes looking sunken and round, your lips downturned. Your stomach is bloated under your thin shirt. I push away the fabric and press gently on your stomach, asking if it hurts. You give a sharp cry in reply, and I’m apologizing. I reach a hand under you and rub your back and shoulders. Every centimeter of skin is warm and slick with sweat. The sheets are almost soaked with it.

I take out my thermometer and slip it under your tongue. Are you really that weak? You can’t even tighten your lips around it. It’s a low-grade fever, but an awful one. And I can bet that some of that sweat isn’t from overheating. You’re in so much pain, I can tell. Tears leak out of your eyes. You cringe every time I brush by your stomach. Your headache is making you so sensitive that you flinch when I say your name or a beam of light hits your eyes. I don’t dare turn on the lamp; that’d be torture.

Sit up, now. You need to drink some water, take some aspirin for that fever. A little at a time I get you to lean against the wall. I’m so sorry. The pain is making it almost impossible. But now that you’re up, I open up a water bottle and press it to your lips. You take a sip and swallow hard; it must take a lot of effort. Your eyes are sleepy and wet. I set the bottle on the nightstand and tear the seal off the bottle of painkillers, trying to keep them from rattling. Every little sound seems to set you off.

Hold on? What’s going on with you?

I can hear your stomach churning and gurgling. You’re doubled over in pain, breathing heavy, sighing and groaning. Nhhh… You dig your nails into your skin and I pry them away, trying to keep you from hurting yourself. What’s the matter? Are you about to collapse?

Are you about to - Oh, god. Oh, this can’t be good.

A thin trail of saliva hangs from your lips. You’re drawing in your breath and sighing it out shakily, the rhythm getting faster and faster. You’re sniveling, tears streaming down your cheeks. I let the painkillers go and press your trash bin to your chest. You take it in your arms and squeeze, hanging your head over it.

Careful, careful. Leaning over can only make it more painful. But you’re about to faint, I can tell. You let your spit and tears fall into the bin. I rub your back in broad circles. It’s a horribly long time until anything gets out. You’re a moment from vomiting but nothing’s coming except wave after wave of pain spreading from your poor abdomen. I’m half considering pressing on your stomach a little, just to get things over with. But it’s too late.

The gurgling in your stomach rises. You almost scream from the pain, but what follows is far worse. A deep groan parts your lips, a gush of saliva over your teeth. Your entire body tenses up. I grab your shoulders tight.

Vomit comes from your mouth so strongly and quickly it sends me into a panic. You’re curling up in on yourself and dizzy from pain, assailed by wave after wave. Every time it gets more watery, more soupy, but you show no signs of stopping. The smell of chyme permeates the air. The sound of wet hitting plastic turns to wet hitting wet as you empty everything you have into the trash bin. Everything - from the half-eroded meals from the past day to the last dregs of bile and water you can bring up. It’s leaking from your nose, sticking to your shirt, dripping off your chin. 

I take the bin from you as you collapse back into bed, starting to cry. Your stomach is less swollen but so sensitive that brushing aside your shirt makes you shiver with pain. You’re shaking hard and sobbing harder. I push the bin almost half-full with vomit to the side.

The sweat, the tears, the chyme and saliva - it’s all in a mess on your face and neck, sticking in your short hair, clinging to your collar. I grip your hand and rub your forehead, taking a tissue and starting to clean your face. You’re absolutely exhausted.

I won’t take any chances with you. Whatever’s wrong with you is too serious for you or me. I call an ambulance for you right away, noticing that my break is a long time over. It doesn’t matter. I can’t stand the thought of leaving you alone like this. You’d die, I thought.

A day or so later I get off work and don’t bother stopping at home.

I see you in the hospital. Dozing off… So much more peaceful than before. You give me a tiny smile. I came as soon as I could, I tell you.

You show me a scar on your right side. I tell you you’re a brave kid for making it through surgery and you laugh sweetly. Hardly a kid anymore, you mumble. You’re still a little weak, a little out of it. Dizzy from the painkillers they’ve been giving you, and your energy sapped. I leave you to your rest, giving you a kiss on your temple, making you giggle again.

I’m so sorry you had to go through this. The pain you went through, it looked like hell. I’m glad I came when I could. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if I didn’t.

You’re welcome for all the help. I promise it’ll be okay.

i’ve been reading a lot about witchcraft and most of what i read just says to follow your instincts. so i did. i didn’t consult the internet or a book until i needed to find an herb to symbolize Air. i used Magical Herbalism by scott hunningham.

im staying at my uncles place and all i could find was italian seasoning. which is funny because i’m up here to see my grandmother and i’ve been thinking a lot about my heritage. idk. anyway.

i meditated outside, drawing energy from the four elements. I stared up at the stars because i don’t get to see many when i’m in the city i fixate on a constellation (i find later it’s Cepheus.) my crystals basked in the moonlight.
inhale.
may the water fill me and heal me,
exhale.
may the earth ground me and center me,
light the bowl, inhale.
may the fire protect me and ignite me,
exhale the smoke.
may the air lift me and allow me to be free.

this started as a crystal grid to charge my locket. I used my favorite piece of quartz, for strength, a double ended point of chevron amethyst to allow me to move forward, and citrine to manifest energy from the sun.

it’s now somewhere between a crystal grid, an altar, and a spell. call it ADHD magick. a spell you lay out and leave for a while.

the rest of the objects:

-my medication. i cleanse it & charge it with my calming amethyst stone. i focus energy on it so i don’t forget to take it everyday.
-my bowl & my half smoked bowl of weed. yin & yang. also earth and fire. also medication. i charge it with the amethyst stone.
-amethyst stone, feat. a sigil to bring calming energy & peace written with white paint.
-water, honestly just the water i was drinking. here to represent water & call upon its energy.
-white candle & bic lighter. here to represent fire & call upon its energy.
-rose quartz. to cleanse, to represent earth and call upon her energy.
-bag of marjoram, thyme, rosemary, sage, oregano, and basil. italian seasoning. apparently represents my family & heritage. especially in the context of this house. my grandmothers house. my mothers house. now my uncles house. my intended sole meaning: to represent air & call upon its freeing & living energy.
-the altar cloth is actually a pair of trousers i found for $4 today at the thrift shop. when i walked in the announced their closure in 5 minutes. I bought these without trying them on and they fit perfectly. along with the two other things i bought. i believe it was fate.

Birthday Gifts and Surprises

Title: Birthday Gifts and Surprises

Pairing: Reader/Simon

Word Count: 2,715 (O__O)

Warning: SEX SEX SEX and swears.

Summary: It’s your birthday and your boyfriend Simon spoils you rotten all day long with surprises and gifts.

Author’s Note: I’m nervous that I didn’t live up to the expectation - but I tried. I hope you enjoy <3

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WHATS IN MY INVISALIGN BAG!! 

So first off I’ll talk about the bag, its Sonia Kashuk, I bought it at Target it was actually on clearance when I got it so it was only like $5 (I’ll leave a link below). It has two bigger pockets that zip, as you can see, but it also has a pocket in between the too, two pockets on the side, two pockets in the back, and a small zip pocket inside along with two inside pockets as well. A LOT OF POCKETS. lol. Its not very big but it can get “bulky.” Remember when shopping for a bag for your products choose whats best for you! I always carry around big tote bags so this works fine, however my sister who hardly carries her bigger purses around just carries the minimum, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and mouth wash all in a ziplock bag–Again that is what works for her! I personally was on the hunt for something with lots of pockets, and that is clearly what i went for. 

So I normally use this bag to double up as my Invisalign bag and my make up bag, I usually don’t carry too much makeup with me just whatever I need to “touch up” so it doesn’t take up too much space. 

Sensodyne - My teeth have been pretty sensitive since I got them filed so this works great, its also good for your enamel. 

Toothbrush- Just a travel toothbrush just a warning, these do get pretty nasty pretty fast so I tend to switch it out for a new one every 3 weeks

Fresh Guard Wipe- just incase I feel like I need to wipe my trays, I don’t use it often but when I do I’m left with a great minty smell! 

Floss- FLOSS THOSE TEETH! 

Mouthwash- I buy a couple of these a month but I normally refill them with my big mouthwash bottle so I’m not constantly repurchasing! 

A “Chewy” - to make sure after I eat lunch my trays are fitting correctly 

Vaseline- Sometimes my lips can get very dry and chapped so this helps on those days. I do tend to carry a regular chapstick or lip balm as well but sometimes those aren’t enough. 

Make Up Products

Powder, eye lash curler, lip liner, lip stick, and Chap stick. 

The make up pretty much stays the same only i have different lip products almost everyday! 

Thats all for now! 

-E

(Sorry the picture isn’t great I was working with terrible lighting).

 

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yo ok I just had a thought and I hate myself for it already but… the reason why victor buys so much brand clothes and accessories, isn’t it bc he has nothing/no one to spend the money on? we literally don’t know anything about his family, yakov is the only father figure victor mentions, and even around his apartment there are no pictures of his life/family, just some landscapes and stuff that doesn’t even feel personal

so is it actually possible that victor splurges on his shopping just to make himself feel a bit better about being alone bc he has no one to share his earnings with…?