all the good ones were taken by others i am bad at selfies

How Do Ya Like Them Apples?

Sure, Derek heard the familiar sounds of Stiles’ Jeep pull up outside his building and the steady, but slightly-too-fast beating of Stiles’ heart getting louder and louder the closer the elevator got to arriving at his floor, so it wasn’t really a surprise when Stiles came bursting into his apartment moments later. But what was a surprise, was the words that came spilling out of Stiles’ mouth as soon as he entered and laid eyes on Derek, where he was perched at his kitchen counter with a book in front of him.

“I got in! I got into NYU, Derek!” Stiles exclaimed excitedly, and then, with a look of determination set into his features, he added “and you’re coming with me!”

Derek’s whole body kind of… spasmed a little. The book he had open on the counter top fell shut when his fingers involuntarily twitched out of the way. He recovered fairly quickly, but not fast enough that Stiles didn’t notice.

“It wasn’t a question dude,” Stiles continued as though Derek had protested. “I know you only had 2 years to go when you followed Laura back here and I know they kept a spot open for you for next year. And you’re going to go back and finish your degree and you can show me around campus and we can get an apartment together and it’ll be awesome.”

Stiles grinned at him, tried to look eager but relaxed about what he was saying, but Derek could practically see the anxiety buzzing through him and sense his trepidation. Derek meant to say a firm ‘no’, if for no other reason than because Stiles was telling him what to do and Derek resented that, but instead what came out was “How do you know I was at NYU?”

Stiles gave him an unimpressed look. “I’m more than a little offended that you don’t instantly recognize my superior detective skills at this point.”

“I didn’t ask them to hold my place. I can’t just go back to classes like I never left, Stiles,” Derek continued quickly.

“Yes you did. Well, as far as they’re concerned you did. You formally requested an extended leave of absence months ago and they accepted your request to resume classes with the new admissions next year,” Stiles’ face was twisted in smug satisfaction, even with the undercurrent of anxiety still running through him, as though he simply couldn’t help himself.

Derek sighed because he’d done no such thing.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised,” he murmured.

“Me either. You should know me well enough by now, dude. I made sure you were re-enrolled as soon as I sent my application in. Also, your signature wasn’t even a slight challenge, dude. After forging Dad’s monstrosity of an autograph on all my detention slips and grade reports through the years, yours was a piece of cake. You should probably work on that.”

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@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn’t have.

AO3 link

So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)

They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

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Different (Tom Holland x Reader)

Summary: You run in to Tom (literally) at San Diego Comic-Con as he’s heading to a panel, soon finding out that celebrities aren’t as different as they seem.
Requested: Nope
Word count: 2020
A/N: So I wrote this and absolutely hated it, but one of my friends read it and seeing her reaction in person made me realize it wasn’t so bad. She continued to encourage me to post it, and what better day than on Tom’s birthday? Hope y'all enjoy!

Please do not copy, repost, or take credit for any of my writing without contacting and receiving my consent beforehand. Thank you.

As you made your way through the crowd at San Diego Comic Con, looking for a familiar face, or a booth that held interesting merch, you ran into someone. It’s wasn’t a little bump into them or anything either, you full on ran into each other, your face directly into his chest, and your few papers on the ground.

“I’m so sor-” you began to say, when you realized who it was, and you stared at him, awestruck.

“No, really, I’m the one who should be sorry, I was the one who wasn’t paying attention.”

You bent down to pick up the papers you had dropped, and stood back up to face him, suddenly shy. You didn’t miss the brief moment he took to check you out, and you could feel the temperature in the already hot and humid room somehow rising even more, as a blush rose to your face.

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pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: angst, smut + punk!jikook

word count: 17,468 

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”


Your senses are filled with the scent of food before you even open your eyes. You immediately perk up from your makeshift cocoon in Hoseok’s bed, quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs.  When you round the corner you expect to find Hoseok standing over the stove, but instead you’re met with nothing.

“Hoseok?” You called out as you started making your way through the kitchen. There’s no response, and you’re about to try again when you catch a glimpse of something laying in the middle of the counter. You reach forward for the piece of paper and quickly unfold it.

I have class, but I made you breakfast, it’s in the microwave .x - H

You smile at the note, gently placing it back on the counter before retrieving the food. You made your way to the kitchen table, stomach growling as it begged to be sated. You quickly started shoveling the food in your mouth, practically moaning at the taste of Hoseok’s cooking that you’d missed so much for the past year.

One year.

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Love Actually - Nightcrawler x Reader fluff

I see you write for X-Men, may I please request a fluffy Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner imagine? I haven’t read any new ones in a while. ☺️- sgarrett49

A/N: bolded words are sent messages, italics and bold are sent from ‘you’

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The Most Annoying Types of Theme Park Patrons

1. “Do you know who I am!?” VIP, Celebrity, and other snobs.

I don’t care if you are a Platinum Level, VIP, Ambassador Annual Super Elite, “Zeig Heil” Member. It doesn’t entitle you to trespass in employee only areas of the park, to blatantly break out rules, cut in all lines such as food or the bathroom, stay on that island past dusk, or cut in line for the character meet and greets. Nor does it give you the right to be abusive to our staff.

2. Idiots who use Flash Photography, Laser Pointers, and more on Dark Rides

There is a special place in hell for these buffoons.

3. The Rules Don’t Apply To Me/US

The rules are there for YOUR SAFETY. You don’t need to use a selfie stick on a high speed ride, you don’t need to get out of the cart and mess around in the scenery, we are forced to stop the ride and wrangle wayward customers/guests back to the car or out the emergency exit (and out of the park) when they do dumb stunts like that. You don’t need to stand up in the log flume ride.

If you know how to use a seat belt when driving or riding in a car, then you should know how to use one when in an amusement park ride. They’re the same design! Buckle up! Those aren’t there for decoration! Falling out of the ride will mess up your clothes worse than a seat belt or safety harness wrinkling them.

Don’t eat, drink, or smoke on the rides. My brother had a friend with him on a certain indoor, in the dark, space themed roller coaster when his derwood friend opened a soda can halfway through the ride, despite my brother telling him “Augh! Don’t open tha-a-a…!” Soda everywhere. My brother’s friend got booted out of the park, my brother got a stern warning and threatened with being kicked out if he messed up like that.

4. The Oblivious Wanderer/Blocker

You are in a crowded public place, sit down if you want to check your phone, don’t stand in the parade route, don’t walk into other people’s photos, don’t walk into the meet and greet queue and ruin people’s good time. Don’t get angry if people run into you or you run into other people just because you were too stupid to be aware of your surroundings.

5. The Know Nothings

“Where can I get a soda!?” A guest asks while in the refreshments line.

“What park am I at!?”

“Wait, the park is closing in an hour!? I just got here!”

All nonsense spouted by people too lazy to read the website, read their ticket, or to check the map/guides provided for them in every language, or even the signs posted for them.

6. The Know It Alls

These wannabe tour guides can be a little annoying. It’s one thing if it’s a private conversation between your family, or friends to speak of an esoteric fact about a theme park or its history, but you don’t need to loudly brag your knowledge about it in line to everyone or to tell us all what we knew already. We know there is a basketball court inside of the top of that mountain!

7. The Scooter and Stroller Thugs

These people who use scooters despite not needing them really irritate me. There are people who do need them but can’t rent them because you were too lazy to walk or stand. Those scooters and wheelchairs are for the truly disabled or the elderly, not for lazy slugs who don’t want to walk or stand. Those are SCOOTERS, not a crowd battering ram.

The stroller thugs are horrible as well. Great example to set for your kids like that. I don’t blame the kids, but I do blame the parents.

8. The Litterbugs

I don’t care if you paid to get in like everyone else. Littering shows that you have no respect for others. Someone could slip on that and get hurt. Would you want us the park workers to come into your home and toss trash down like that!? There’s a thing called a trash can. We have them all over the parks. Use them.

9. The Whiners:

“But we’ve been waiting ALL DAY to have our picture taken with that character! We waited all week to do this, we have been with our kids all week to ride that ride here or so that the kids can take their picture with that character!”

Ya, amusement parks POST SCHEDULES for meet and greets, and for any rides that are out of service for the day! If you were here at this park every day all week, why didn’t you ride that ride or meet and pose for a photo with that character EARLIER, if it was that important!?

I myself was a “face character” at a certain theme park in socal that is synonymous with expensive and associated with a certain rodent. I wore a short green dress, blonde wig, and wings. I posed with families for photos, and when my meet and greet time was up, the latecomers would demand that I come back and pose with them, but I politely declined, as did the 2 staff/cast members who accompanied me.

10. The Obnoxious Groups:

Grad Night has its share of good and bad schools. There was one local school near where my brother and I grew up that got banned for 5 years from Grad Night at one local theme park after the students shoplifted some stuffed animals. Way to ruin it for everyone for 5 years.

Sometimes groups from other countries don’t realize that you shouldn’t change your clothes in public while waiting in line, and that there are bathrooms in the amusement parks, but the parks themselves ARE NOT A BATHROOM.

Not all youth group members are bad, but when they have some bad apples in the bunch, they really have some doozies. These miscreants who are members of youth groups are the types that go to these meetings for the heat/AC or for the snacks and fun outings, they tag along on youth group meetings and on outings unless it’s for community service activities, these brats cause so much trouble, and give their youth group a bad name. Some of them get banned from the youth group outings or from the youth groups altogether if they misbehave too often, but my point is that the youth groups need to tell their members BEFORE going on excursions to behave themselves.

thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!


Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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RFA: Never Requited

Here’s the angst ending of the Fake Dating one. The happier ending will be written later c: 

Edit: Realized the Fake Dating thing was a hc and this is in fanfic form lmao too late now


“We should stop this fake relationship. We both know this is going nowhere,” he/she said coldly. You nodded, and gave a smile. 

“I agree. No hard feelings,” you look into his/her eyes, and turn away. When the relationship started, you awaited this moment eagerly. But now, there was an unsettling weight in your heart… 


After the breakup, you began getting interested in what Yoosung was doing. It’s not love. You would tell yourself as you checked his social media. It’s not. You would say as you waited for him on the messenger. But he never came. 

The others caught on to his inactivity, and sent you to talk to him, believing the two of you were still in the “relationship”. With a deep sigh and pounding heart, you  rang the doorbell. I don’t love him. You thought and opened the door. 

“What do you want?” Yoosung’s voice was unnaturally cold as he came out into the hallway. His hair was a mess, his dark circles prominently stood out, and his voice sounded hoarse. 

“A-Are you okay?” you weren’t one to stutter, but the sudden change in the previously sunny boy was certainly frightening. 

“Why do you care?” he snapped at you before going back into his room. You cautiously followed him through the dark hallway. 

“Yoosung, everyone’s worried about you,” trying to ease the tension, you turned the conversation to the RFA. 

“Go away, I can deal with it. I’m not a little kid,” with a dismissing gesture of the hand, Yoosung turned to the computer.

“We all care about you, please, start taking care of yourself,” with a questionable pain in your heart, you left his house. 

For the next few days, you lurked on the group chat, trying to catch Yoosung when he went online. But he never came, assumably gaming. Another week passed, and just when Zen was about to head to Yoosung’s apartment, he came online. 

He seemed to be back to his cheery self. So with a huge smile, you thought, maybe I have a chance with him now. But just as you were about to subtly flirt, he sent a photo. And it made your pounding heart immediately still. 

He was with a girl. A strange girl. You could barely see the screen now, but you could make out a few words. Girlfriend. Your mind blurred, only one word clear in your thoughts. Why? Yoosung was explaining that the relationship he had with you was not real. But your mind was too cluttered to comprehend that. 

Every day, you would see Yoosung’s profile picture. Him hugging her, kissing her, doing everything you once did with him. But this time, it was genuine. 

[A/N] Omg why did I write so much? The rest of the characters are under the cut! 

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[Translation] Otsukiai no Katachi - Nishijima Yuuta

This series is an R18 drama CD (not meant for minors. There will be explicit terms used in this CD) by Apricot.
Channa & sarapyon (only track 01)
sarapyon (only track 01)
Admin Channa’s notes:
Hello! Here is my second translation as requested by a reader. Please reblog or link to my original posting here on tumblr  if you wish to share this translation!

Summary: You belong to the same club as your friend, Nishijima Yuuta. But one day, Yuuta calls you out somewhere, and confesses to you, saying “I want you to go out with me.” After this, you two begin dating.
Furukawa Makoto

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“I absolutely agree with you, Takao-kun, volleyballs shorts are amazing!” Momoi says cheerfully. “I had the exact same thought when I visited Hinachan! I feel distinctly cheated with basketball. Not that the uniforms are bad too look at per se, but with the amount of time I spend checking out guys, I think I’d like a little more service, if you know what I mean.”

“Momoi-san!” Sakurai exclaims, sounding a tad betrayed.

“Well, what did you think I was doing when I study the players?”

Data analysis,” Sakurai exclaims.

Momoi smiles. “I can do both, I am a very good multi-tasker.”

Takao is not entirely sure how he ended up chatting with the two Touou classmates, or exactly how they got on the topic of shorts, but he does feel like he’s finally met someone who can speak his language. “Right? I’ve always been weak for legs. And thighs the size of mountains. And those volleyball players have that in spades.”

“I wish Daichan appreciated legs more!” Momoi says. “I’m super proud of my legs, see?” She pulls out her cellphone and with what must be the extraordinary abilities of a technopath, she pulls up the photo she wants instantly to show it to Takao and then Sakurai.

The sight of Momoi is very short, white booty shorts and an adorable pink top is largely wasted on Takao, but he can appreciate the aesthetics. “As you should be.”

“I’m, err, fairly certain Aomine-kun is appreciative of your, err, other assets,” Sakurai says, blushing faintly.

Momoi tosses her hair. “But I am amazing in so many ways and should be appreciated for all of them!”

“Very much so,” Takao soothes.

Momoi beams, “And you? Ever wears short shorts for Midorin?”

“Not exactly,” Takao says, but then he feels compelled to provide his own photographic evidence of the deservingness of his legs, and he pulls out the victory selfie he’d taken in a manic sort of way after the whole thing with 7284. “I, err, had this on, when I was seducing—someone.”

“When you were—oh,” Momoi says, then she whistles when she sees the photo, “Yes, I could see how that would work. You were so impressive, Takao-kun! I’ve always wanted to seduce someone to their own destruction, but I sadly never have. Yet.”

Sakurai’s blush grows when the photo gets passed to him and then says, “You were destructively seducing people?”

“Only the one time,” Takao says reassuringly.

“You should wear shorts for Midorin! I bet he blushes adorably.”

“He does blush adorably, but eh,” Takao says. There’s nothing he likes more than making Midorima blush, but it would be a little odd to wear the outfit he wore to seduce Midorima’s evil twin, for Midorima.

“Or we could buy new outfits!” Momoi says. “We should go shopping sometime! Ryou-kun, you’re in, too, right?”

“I don’t have the legs for it,” Sakurai protests. “They’re too skinny.”

“Oh, true, but we could get you something else that’s sexy,” Momoi says.

“I have no one to dress sexy for,” Sakurai points out.

“You could with a new outfit!” Momoi says, and they all agree that’s flawless logic right there.


A/N: Hahahaha, OK, so, back a million years ago when I wrote this for the “shorts” prompt and then another one because someone asked for a follow up, I then got these requests and I was flummoxed for a super long time because I was like, “but….it was a gag crack!fic…I don’t know how to keep writing more of this gag crack!fic…” And then finally had this idea, so sorry, anon-friends! I am sorry for how long it took and that I’m combining them and that it’s not quite what either of you asked for, but it was the only idea I had so I hope you enjoyed anywaaaaaay.

Vanderwood Route - Mystic Messenger

✿ so i am a complete vanderwood trashpit, and this is my attempt to write a detailed fan-route about our favorite confused spy. if you enjoy my work and want a vanderwood route as desperately as I do, please feel free to sell your soul to cheritz in the interests of giving our leopard-print love a little more limelight.

In celebration of 1,000 followers and 100 posts… on with the show!


This is not spoiler free, and it assumes that you have played - or are at least aware of - many elements of 707′s route.

There are some mentions of suicide, abusive childhoods, and other potentially triggering topics in this route. They are not described in depth though. If you can handle the game, you can probable handle this.

General Notes

  • After completing 707′s route, new options will be unlocked in the deep route prologue that allow dark purple hearts to be gained. Accumulation of enough of these hearts will, much like all the other routes, cause the player to get Vanderwood’s Route on Day 5.
  • Calling and texting Vanderwood will not be available from the beginning of the route, but after a certain point it will be unlocked.
  • In the interests of making this accessible, I use ‘they’ for Vanderwood. Please, feel free to insert whatever headcanoned pronoun and gender identity you wish for them.
  • I have also done a little work to create a more detailed backstory for them. It felt necessary, since we know so little about them in comparison to the others. I hope this only enhances your enjoyment!

D1 - D4

  • The new options in the deep route initially seem to focus on 707. Much like accessing his route, you joke around with him, but the topics focus more on embellished stories from his secret agent life and his relationship to his “maid”, Mary Vanderwood the III.
  • This gives the player a lot of background into 707′s life as a secret agent, providing more stories like the potato chip incident (although all of them told humorously). Through them, the chat begins to get a sense that Mary Vanderwood the III is actually a dear friend to Seven, who has saved his life on multiple occasions and whose life has been saved by him in return. However, Seven does not admit this, instead saying that they simply work in the same spaces, and their relationship does not go beyond maid and master.
  • The good options include asking about Vanderwood’s habits, hobbies, and personality, and also saying to Seven that Vanderwood sounds like a very loyal friend who will go out of their way to take care of Seven. The other members will agree with this - (particularly Jaehee and Yoosung) - saying that Vanderwood goes above-and-beyond what would be expected for a ‘maid’, given they help him with his work, bring him tea and coffee when he’s having a hard time, and they’ve put themselves in significant danger to ensure his safety.
    • MC: Wow… It sounds like she really cares for you! (+1 Dark Purple Heart)
    • Zen: Yeah! She’s totally in love with you! I’m so jealous!!!
    • 707: i guess we know that Zen’s into maids lololol
  • On Day 3, if you select an option that gets 707 to talk more about Vanderwood, he’ll send one of the first Vanderwood CG’s - a picture of 707 crossdressing accompanied by Vanderwood in a suit. It’s a surprise selfie taken by 707, and Vanderwood clearly doesn’t look happy about it.
    • (Seven says that the person in a dress is Vanderwood, and Zen predictably believes him.)
  • Seven is veeeery slowly starting to accept that Vanderwood is actually his friend, particularly on the evening of the fourth day.
  • Other than that, there’s a lot of pal-ing around with 707 on the first four days. In this route, 707′s relationship as MC’s BFF is established early on.

The route proper is underneath the read more due to length!

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Tag meme?

Tagged by the lovely @breeeliss


  • always post the rules
  • answer the questions given by the person who tagged you
  • write 11 questions of your own
  • tag 11 people

what’s one thing you wish you had the time for but don’t?

Haircare. Learning how to groom and style your hair is super important in most Native American families, and mine is no exception. My grandma always made sure I was washing/conditioning correctly and my father sat down to brush my hair 100 strokes EVERY NIGHT, so for most of my life my hair has been very long and very healthy. Of course… when I turned 16 I went through my rebellious “cut my hair short becuase im #edgy” phase and now that im in college I dont have the time/money to take care of my hair the way it should be, but I’m really hoping I will get back into the ritual of it all when Im a bit older!

what’s your favorite type of tea?

Im team hot cocoa thanks lol

dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, or neither?


candles or christmas lights?

I have sting lights EVERYWHERE around my bedroom so christmas lights all the way.

you’re on a ten hour flight. what book do you bring?

”Spinning Straw into Gold” by Joan Gould (read this if you can its INCREDIBLE)

what’s one thing you look for in a friend?

hhmmmmm, I like honesty above all. When people start going behind my back/telling lies/playing games I drop them so fast lol.

what movie do you watch when you’re sick?

Howl’s Moving Castle <3

what do you love about yourself the most?

I’m good at making others feel comfortable/welcomed! I’ve always been an empathetic person, and I like to know everyone around me is being taken care of, which is probably why so many people jokingly call me “mom” lol.

what kind of a tagger are you on tumblr (no tags, tags for organization, uses tags to scream, etc.)?

I have a few specific tags I use for finding certain posts, but I usually dont tag ships or what show/movie/video game a post is from. Occasional yelling if im re blogging a gift or something by a friend.

what book series were you obsessed with in middle school?

I was a Percy Jackson nut (and still am!) 

leave a cute baby animal gif <3


Originally posted by leekimhoung

 And now Im going to tag my discord cuties <3 @siderealsandman @isadorator @ladyofacat @abadmeanman @seajaywrite @toriitorii @thelastpilot

Your questions!

  1. Ice Cream, gelato, or frozen yogurt?? Favorite flavor?
  2. What do you do on your “down days”?
  3. Stomach, back, or side sleeper?
  4. What was the last thing you watched on youtube?
  5. Which fictional character would you want to be stranded on an island with?
  6. Whats your favorite way of treating yourself on a budget?
  7. If you could finish one thing today what would it be?
  8. Name one video game you will always come back to.
  9. What was your archetype in school? Were you the popular kid? The funny one? The Naruto-runs-down-the-hallways type?
  10. How often do you change your blog theme?
  11. Post a selfie or a picture of your pet. Or both!
Fight For Me. (Part 2) ::Sami Zayn Mini-Series::

{Part 1} {Part 3}

Pairing: Reader x Sami Zayn

Word Count: 3,544

Warnings: Swearing.

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Originally posted by rollinsdaily

It had been three weeks since I had uttered those words. I had been miserable ever since. I had stopped sharing a room with Sami and moved into a room by myself. I hated it. The bed was too big and it made me feel lonelier than ever. I tried my hardest to hardly ever be there, staying late into the night with Lana chatting, playing video games with TJ and even resorting to propping up the hotel bar, when I felt like I was just being a burden and intruding into my friend’s personal time.

I did my best to avoid the conflict I felt. I kept to myself at work, intent on doing my job and just that. I avoided Sami the best I could, avoided pretty much everyone except for TJ and Lana, the only two people I would let close to me. I had my facade perfected, my mask impeccable. Or at least so I had thought. It was when Kevin had stopped me in the middle of the hallway and mockingly offered his sympathies that I crumbled. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, the humiliation of crying like a child in front of my co-workers only agitating me further. TJ had been at my side in an instant, my friend muttering something about how Kevin was damn lucky that he wasn’t on 205 Live, before leading me away.

When next week on Raw, Sami passionately demanded a match against Kevin, I had switched off the TV screen and pretended it had never happened. I felt like a wreck. Looked like a wreck. And was pretty much acting like a wreck.

Sami for his part, didn’t seem much better, though he was reacting differently to the situation than me. He became even more consumed by work, people rarely seeing him elsewhere. He was throwing himself into fights with a reckless abandonment that was new even for him. He rarely spoke to anyone, a perpetual dark cloud, his jovial personality temporarily gone. I knew all this, only because I had asked after him. I may have broken up with him, but I still couldn’t just completely let it go.

But I was beginning to get fed up of the sympathetic glances, the meaningless platitudes and the whispered gossip that seemed to be epidemic backstage. It had been me after all, who had broken up with Sami. That had to count for something. Though for what, I didn’t know and it sounded more like another one of those meaningless platitudes that I so despised. Mostly, I was just fed up of wallowing in my own self-pity.

There was no denying that I was still in love with Sami. That I missed him desperately, but I also knew I couldn’t keep on like this. If I wanted to feel better, I had to make the effort. No more crying, no more hiding.

It was how I found myself here in Lana’s room, getting ready for a night out, that I wasn’t sure I was really up for. It was Sasha’s birthday though, it had been organised weeks in advance and I felt like I would be a bad friend if I didn’t attend. Besides, logically I knew I couldn’t hide forever. Since I had arrived at her door, Lana hadn’t stopped beaming with pride at the fact I was no longer hiding away. It made me feel even more guilty about the pressure I had put on my friends, but also even more determined to make an effort, even if it was just for them.

Rusev, bless him, was even trying on my behalf,  complimenting my appearance and escorting both Lana and I down to the bar. It wasn’t too crowded yet, which helped to settle my nerves. Well, that and the cocktail I had ordered. The music wasn’t too over the top and the birthday girl seemed to be enjoying herself.  Sasha had even taken the time to thank me for coming, a slight tinge of worry in her eyes as she spoke to me. I tried not to think about how obvious my behaviour must have been lately and endeavoured to be a better friend.

It was with great relief that I saw TJ arrive, grinning and waving as he approached me. As much as I adored Lana, she had been pulling me into selfies all night and I was tired of the constant posing and smiling for the camera. Not to mention I had been scanning the crowd all night, looking for that familiar head of red hair, much to my chagrin. Tonight was not about Sami Zayn.

I greeted TJ with a hug as we exchanged greetings. From the corner of my eye I could see Lana pull her phone out again and I decided to take the opportunity to escape to the bar. TJ followed me, eager to get something to drink for himself. He frowned slightly as I ordered another drink from the bartender, noting I was already on first name basis with the woman behind the bar.

“How many have you had to drink?” he questioned, some concern evident in his voice. I rolled my eyes at him, a sure sign that the answer was probably already too much, because otherwise I never would have reacted like that to his simple question.

“Only a few”, was instead the answer I gave to him. My friend seemed unconvinced by my words, chewing his lip thoughtfully, as he took in my appearance. My cheeks were flushed, my foot tapping with nervous energy and the smile on my face was in deep contrast to the expression I had been sporting for the last three weeks.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry. I’m actually having some fun for the first time in weeks” I told him. There was a moment of a silence before he accepted my words, settling back into a relaxed position as he chuckled.

“Glad to hear it. I don’t like seeing you sad” TJ said as he turned to face me, still leaning against the bar. There was a strange quality to his voice, as if there seemed to be more to his words than what he was saying. Wanting to distract myself from the strange moment, I took a big sip of my drink, forgetting it was alcoholic for a moment and therefore probably shouldn’t be gulped. I ignored the following, burning after-taste, my eyes following Lana as she dragged a somewhat reluctant Rusev to the dance floor. I could hear TJ sniggering beside me and I turned around to scold him.

“He’s in love” I defended, before my friend could say anything. TJ held his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender, while he did a pretty poor job of containing his laughter.

“Like you wouldn’t do same for the one you cared about” I added a moment later, as his laughter split over.

“Well, of course I would. I am the King of Dab” TJ finally replied, after he had regained some self-control. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the self appointed nickname and his childish antics, though it was becoming hard for me to restrain my own giggles. I had a feeling that had been his intention all along.

“Come on then, King of Dab. Go and show me some moves. Preferably something other than dabbing”. I gestured for him to disappear to the dance floor, but he surprised me when he merely stood and held out his hand to me.

“You’re coming too” he said. I admittedly hesitated for a moment. This wasn’t Sami in front of me. But Sami wasn’t here. He was gone as usual, no doubt still on his crusade against Braun. I stamped down on my bitterness firmly. It had no place here. I was at a party and I was here for a good time.

“Alright then”. I bit back a grin at the surprise on TJ’s face as I agreed to his wishes. Shaking off his momentary shock, he was back in full spirits, as he walked backwards to the dance floor, watching me follow him.

A new song had just started up as we found a free space for us to dance. I slipped into the beat easily, the music washing over me as I moved. I couldn’t even remember the last time that I had just let go and danced like this. TJ admittedly, had the better moves over me, but I wasn’t too shabby and at the very least could keep a beat. There was enough room for an extra person between us as we danced, TJ being mindful of my personal space. The only contact our bodies made was through our hands, mine linked loosely with his.

TJ laughed as he saw me begin to enjoy myself and I couldn’t help but join in with his laughter, finding the sound intoxicating. It was good to be there on the dancefloor. It was good to finally let go, forget my worries and these complicated things called emotions. I could feel myself rebelling inside, as I realised that I was miserable about always being miserable. Tonight was my chance to escape my self imposed prison sentence.

Deciding to swing myself under TJ’s arm, I ended up nearly colliding with his chest in my haste. Luckily, my co-ordinated wrestler friend was quick enough to steady me, his hand landing on my hip and slowing me.

“Easy, Y/N. Lana will have my head, if I end up having to escort you back to the hotel with a dodgy ankle” TJ muttered warningly, but his attempt to keep the grin off his face was pretty poor.

“I’m fine,” I said, choosing to conveniently ignore that my behaviour over the past couple of weeks, had not exactly been indicative of fine. “Now dance with me”.

“Y/N, I already am dancing with you” TJ pointed out, looking even more confused as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.

“Want to dance properly” I mumbled, already too busy moving again, my body occasionally brushing against his as I continued to dance. Logical thought or even plain common sense, were not my chosen bed mates for tonight. I was acting more on instinct and impulsivity than anything else, the fact that I was a little bit tipsy only hindering matters. Not that I cared. Or I was determined not to care. Either seemed to be a possible option at the moment.

I could hear TJ muttering something under his breath, but his hands soon found my hips and he began to sway with me. There was still a little distance between us though, preventing the dance from being too intimate. My eyes fluttered closed as I lost myself to the music and the moment, not wanting to feel anything right now. No more worries. No more cares. No more Sami.

I barely even realised that I had stepped forward, until I felt my body press up against TJ’s.  For some reason though, I couldn’t bring myself to pull back and on instinct my arms tightened around his neck. TJ tensed slightly under my new grip, but soon relaxed. His body heat was soothing and I couldn’t help but press slightly closer to him, wanting to feel more. I could feel the planes of his muscles, his body firm and tall. He felt like comfort. Just not the right kind of comfort.

“Are you, okay?” he finally questioned, his voice filled with concern. “It’s just you’re behaving a bit strange. I know you’ve been going through a rough time lately, but this isn’t like you”. I turned my face from him slightly, so that I didn’t have to face his gaze. I could already imagine the worry and concern in his eyes and I didn’t want to face up to that either.

“Just want to forget for the moment” I told him, that as honest as I was willing to be, with how I was feeling at the moment. TJ fell silent for a couple of moments, though I could tell by the tension in his body that he still wasn’t happy. I couldn’t help but think of Sami, as hard as I tried not to. It should be Sami here right now. It should have been Sami dancing with me.

“Y/N, are you sure that-. And okay…..” he said, his tone slightly bewildered as I suddenly snuggled into him, my face buried in the crook of his neck. It was a gesture more for comfort than anything else, as I had a sudden urge to cry, wondering what the hell exactly I was doing. I could hear TJ sigh to himself as he stroked my hair.

“Perhaps it’s time to get you back-“

The crashing sound of a chair falling over, prompted me to pull away, my attention diverted to where the noise had come from. I immediately tensed at the view in front of me, my heart picking up pace, as I saw the man I had been pining for. I hadn’t even realised that Sami had arrived and it was only now, that I realised what my behaviour must have looked like to him. After all, Sami couldn’t feel what I was feeling, couldn’t hear what TJ and I were saying.

Finn was currently struggling valiantly with him, trying to get him out of the building, before any more of a disturbance could happen. I couldn’t see Sami’s face, the Irishman shielding me from the red head’s view as he attempted to escort him from the building. Finn’s eyes met mine and he threw me a small, sad smile, as Sami eventually let his friend pull him away. Meanwhile, I was seemingly frozen in a moment of inaction as I attempted to process what was happening. By the time I had started to move from my spot, the two men were gone from the room.

Everyone who had been watching, turned to look at me instead, but I ignored their faces, too busy beginning to panic and overwhelmed with the consequences of my actions this evening.  I couldn’t help but feel as though I had betrayed Sami, even though logically I knew that we were broken up and that the dance with TJ hadn’t meant anything.

“TJ.. I’m so sorry” I apologised in a rush, already pulling away from my friend and planning to follow after Sami.

“Y/N-“ he began to say, obviously unsure if following after my ex in my current emotional and slightly drunken state was such a good idea. I was no longer listening though and was practically half way across the room before TJ could voice his concerns. I was too concerned with fixing what I had broken. To tell Sami that he was wrong, that there was nothing between me and TJ. To tell him that I still cared. I careened to a stop at this new thought. Was I just going to make things worse? I was the one who had ended things with him.

My feet continued forward though, seemingly of their own volition and I was surprised when I nearly collided into the back of Finn as I tumbled through the exit door, the pair having not moved much further from the building.

“Easy now” Finn murmured as he steadied me, my eyes already locked with Sami’s. He looked so dejected, his shoulders slumped, hands curled into familiar fists as he fought with his emotions. There were obvious tears in his eyes and he just looked so lost, like the rug had just been pulled out from underneath him. You did that, I thought to myself.

“It wasn’t what you think” I began. I could feel Finn’s hands let go of my arms, as he began to back away slightly, obviously not wanting to be a part of this, but simultaneously ready to intervene if things went sideways.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me” Sami said, his voice surprisingly small and I just wanted to cry. This wasn’t Sami. This was just a shell of the person I knew. Not for the first time, I felt another wave of doubts at my decision to end things. I had to remind myself that a relationship was a two way street. If Sami hadn’t been interested in fixing our relationship, then I couldn’t have done it all by myself.

“But I do! Because I don’t want you thinking that…” I paused, my words trailing off. If I said what I wanted to say, I would be exposing myself and making myself vulnerable once more. Was it worth the risk?

“I don’t want you thinking that there’s something between me and TJ, because there isn’t. I would never do that. I would never betray you like that” I explained, desperately wanting him to understand. My emotions were in turmoil again, I barely knew how to talk to him about it all. I just knew that I despite my attempts otherwise, I still cared about him. Still loved him.

“But we broke up, Y/N. You wouldn’t be betraying anybody” he replied. He sounded tired, like he had been broken down repeatedly and he wasn’t sure that he could be bothered to get back up.

“I… I…. I know, but you’re it…”. You’re it for me, I finished in my head. Sami seemed to tense slightly at my words and when his eyes met mine again, I could see a highly guarded sliver of hope in his eyes. He shook his head, biting his lower lip and now I could see him blinking back tears.

I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, feeling myself trembling slightly. Whether that was from the alcohol, the temperature or how emotional I was feeling, I couldn’t decide. Perhaps it was all three. Sami immediately noticed the action and he moved to approach me, wringing his hands together as if he wanted to reach out and touch me.

“Y/N, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying” Sami protested and something defiant flared within me.

“I’m not that drunk. I know exactly what I’m saying. I still care about you. Even if you didn’t want to fight for us. Care about us” I retorted, my words getting ahead of my brain, everything spilling from my mouth, before I could catch up to what I was actually saying.

“I still care about you. If I didn’t, do you really think I would have made such an idiot of myself, the moment I saw you and TJ all wrapped up in each other? I care a hell of a lot more than you think. I’m only sorry that I fucked up so much, that you can’t see that”. He paused once more, this time rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous tic as he thought over what we were both saying.

“But now isn’t the time for this discussion. You might say you’re not drunk, but I can clearly see you swaying on the spot” he added. I hadn’t even realised that I had been rocking on the spot, until that moment and I stared down at my feet, almost dumbfounded and as if the ground had the answers to my current inebriated state.

“Sami…” I began, recognising that perhaps I wasn’t in the best state to be having this conversation, but also not wanting to give up quite yet.

“Finn, do me a favour and make sure that Y/N gets back to her hotel safe? It’s far too late and she’s far too vulnerable for her to be out on her own” Sami asked, turning to his friend as he spoke and I couldn’t help but childishly pout, annoyed that they were talking over my head.

“Sami…” I tried once again, his name coming out as more of a plea than anything else.

“I’ll talk to you later. I promise. Just not tonight, Y/N. I need some time and space to think and you need to sober up. See what it is, you’re really feeling in the morning”. There was a nervous quality to his voice, as if the hope I had given him tonight, would be destroyed by tomorrow. Sami took a step forward, seeming to surprise himself when he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. I couldn’t help but whimper and Sami sighed deeply as he stepped away.

Finn was quiet as he stepped back to my side, but his body language clearly indicated that he was unsure about leaving Sami on his own.

“I’ll be fine. I can make my own way back on my own. There will be no more scuffles for tonight” Sami promised as he noted Finn’s stance. “Just make sure she gets back safe’.

“There had better not be” Finn muttered darkly. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure Y/N gets back safe and sound” he added, throwing a smile my way.

With that, Sami stood there watching us, as Finn led me away. I don’t know how long he stayed there for, but I did know that he was still stood in the same spot, by the time Finn and I rounded the corner and disappeared from his sight.

When the day met the Night - Part Two, Chapter Twenty Eight

Two years on….
“I can’t work with so many people everywhere” huffed the hairstylist. I was sitting in front of the mirror in my bedroom in London. There was a stylist, hairstylist, make up artist and everyone else who was coming and going. At the moment Jared was lying on the bed with Willow, we could hear Beau playing in his room and Bluebell was standing next to me brushing her hair and trying on jewellery. “Too bad” said Jared cheerfully from the bed, I looked at him through the mirror and he just grinned. “It’s fine Sarah, you’re almost finished then you can go” I said, she shook her head, “sorry Harper, I’m just not used to all the extra people in such a small space” she said apologetically. We’d been living in London for the past 12 months and despite Jared’s insistence on getting a great big place, I’d refused and we were in my small, but big enough, I thought, terrace. I nodded and soon enough she was done. “It’s 6.00 the car will be here in ten minutes” we heard Lucy’s voice wafting in from the corridor then she appeared. I stood up and looked at myself in the full length mirror, “you look beautiful” said Jared staring at me, “you do look lovely” she said, I nodded, I had a long red gown on, vintage, Antonio had found it for me. Very simple and beautiful. My hair which had grown, was hanging down my back in large loose curls. “Are you going to change?” she snapped at Jared, he rolled his eyes, “calm down, it will take me two minutes” he said climbing off the bed and disappearing into the walk in robe. True to his word he was back quickly with a black tuxedo on, sans tie, open white shirt and looking impossibly sexy. His stylist had been over earlier for his gorgeous hair, however he’d wanted to dress himself. “Oh you look so sexy” I said breathlessly, he grinned as I stared at him. “Oh for goodness sakes, pull yourself together” said Lucy groaning, Bluebell giggled, “she always does that when she looks at daddy” she said, “I can’t imagine why” she huffed, “daddy pretty” called out Lily from the end of the bed where she sat grinning. I laughed agreeing, he gathered her up into his arms smothering her with kisses and she squealed happily. The stylists made a few more adjustments to the dress until they were happy that it was perfect. We all made our way downstairs, a few selfies later and we heard the car arrive. “Bye my loves” I said kissing them all in turn, “we are going to stay up and watch you” said Bluebell, “okay but straight to bed afterwards” I said to them all, they nodded together and I looked to Talia who also nodded in agreement. “All alone at last” murmured Jared in the car, he leaned in and trailed small kisses along my neck up to my ear. “I know, I haven’t had a moments peace” I said sighing. He nodded, “well you can relax, for a little while after tonight” he said, “oh I can’t wait, speaking of which, I can’t wait” I said eagerly, “mmm me too, you’re a hard woman to tie down"  he smirked, I smiled slyly. "Yes you haven’t done that in a while” I whispered. A small groan escaped his throat, I leaned over and kissed him softly. “So, are you excited?” he said grinning, I shrugged, “I am, but I’ll be happy when it’s over” I said smiling nervously. “Yeah that’s how I felt” he said. I’d finally decided to go back to work, one little project that had taken all of three months to film. It and to my surprise, I, had become a huge deal very quickly and here I was in a car being driven to the Baftas. “Let’s do this baby” he said kissing me as the car pulled to a stop at the red carpet drop off point. He jumped out then held out his hand to help me out. The next half hour was surreal chatting to reporters and other nominees. I held his hand so tight that he squeezed back and whispered, “I won’t let go don’t worry”, I turned to him and he smiled that big beautiful smile and I melted. “So what are your plans now? Anything else in the pipeline?” asked one reporter, “ah no I’ll be having a break for a while now” I laughed glancing at Jared, he nodded a small smile on his lips. “We’ve got a busy summer coming up” he said. He wouldn’t elaborate further and very politely led me away to my relief. I smiled at him, “well we have” he said grinning, “yes” I said smiling knowingly.

About two weeks ago I was in the bathroom early one morning, brushing my teeth when a wave of nausea came over me. I was horrified, I couldn’t possibly be pregnant I had been on the pill and strictly never forgot to take it. I quietly locked the door and just to be sure I rummaged in the drawer and found a test. About five minutes later I was staring at the stick with its two lines and felt even more nauseous. I heard a bang against the door as Jared had obviously tried to come barreling in and found it locked, “what the fuck!” I heard him say, “why have you got the door locked?” he called out. “Can I have a minute of privacy for fucks sake!” I yelled back, my voice wavering as I tried to hold back tears. I wasn’t sure how he’d react, another baby, fuck. “What’s wrong?” he asked immediately, he knew me too well. “Nothing!” I said, “open up, please” he said in a quiet voice. I slowly unlocked the door and opened it a fraction, he looked at me curiously. “You okay?” he said, I shook my head, “please don’t be mad, it wasn’t my fault” I said quickly, “what wasn’t? what is it?” he said anxiously. I stepped back and pointed to the counter where the stick sat, waiting to be acknowledged. He walked over looked at it, looked at me, back at the stick and then said incredulously, “you gotta be fucking kidding me?” I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide the tears. Then I heard laughing, he was laughing, I looked up surprised. “I’m just too fucking potent!” he said really laughing now, “but….” I stammered. “But what? did you think I’d be angry?” he said, I nodded. “You knew I didn’t care if we had another baby, are you.. do you want to..?” he said quietly taking hold of my hands and looking into my eyes. “I don’t know, I wasn’t expecting it, I’m on the pill for goodness sakes” I said biting my lip. “Yeah, that’s obviously not working” he said laughing again. He pulled me in close and hugged me against his chest, “I’m actually really happy, but you need to be okay with it” he said in a soft voice. “It’s us, it’s their little brother or sister, I’m okay” I whispered, I felt him relax and he kissed my forehead. Suddenly it all felt right.

We took our seats and the ceremony started, as the evening wore on our little movie started to win a few categories. During one of the breaks Jared leant in and whispered, “it’s your category next, you ready?” I looked at him and shook my head, he grinned at me and gave me a swift kiss. The next few minutes were the most surreal I’ve ever experienced, I smiled as my name was mentioned and a clip of my performance played. I looked at Jared he leaned over kissing me on the cheek, suddenly I heard my name spoken a second time, “Harper, it’s you, you won” he whispered in my ear standing up and holding out his hand, I looked at him stunned and grasped it to stand. “You did it baby” he said wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in close, he kissed me and then stepped out of the way into the aisle to let me pass. I was shocked, he let go of my hand and grinned clapping wildly as I walked off and made my way up on stage to the applause of the crowd. It took me a minute to register what was happening then I smiled and started talking. Just as past winners had done I politely thanked, cast, crew, writers, directors and of course Lucy. Then came the part I had actually thought about, I looked out to find his gorgeous face beaming at me. “Thanks to my babies watching at home” I blew a kiss to the camera “I want to thank the most important person in my world, you’re my everything, you always keep me from falling and you help me navigate this crazy life, thank you Jared, I love you” I said smiling at him and I finished there, taking the presenters hand and making my way off stage. The next half hour was madness, photos backstage, interviews with the press. I just wanted to get back to see Jared. Finally he appeared, I excused myself from the reporter who’d monopolized me for the last five minutes and walked towards him. He wrapped his arms around me, the cameras clicked as he kissed me lightly, “God this is mad” I said smiling at him excitedly, he nodded. “I know it’s crazy baby” he laughed. The rest of the night was a blur, full of press and photos, we went to 3 different parties and were invited to a dozen more. Finally at 4.30 I surrendered and we headed home, “I’m exhausted” I said as I threw my shoes off in the hall quietly and we stumbled up the stairs. It was finally quiet, he closed the door to our bedroom, I put the statuette on the dresser looking at it for a moment then and I turned my back to him so he could unzip my dress and he helped me take it off. I threw it on the nearby chair and climbed into bed in my bra and panties. I watched him take off his clothes and he lay down next to me on the bed turning to face me. “It’s so nice and quiet” I whispered, he nodded, a small sexy smile on his lips. “I’m so glad I’m doing nothing for a while, a long while” I said. “Yeah especially now that I’ve knocked you up again, barefoot and pregnant, I gotta say, that’s how I like you” he said waggling his eyebrows. I raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t help grinning at him. “Really? I never figured you for a 60’s husband” I said surprised. “Yeah, I never thought I was either until you came along” he laughed. “Well I’ll obey you, that’s what good little wives do isn’t it?” Teasing him with a sickly sweet voice. “oh I’m counting on it” he said with a sexy voice. “Okay, I’m pregnant and I have needs that I’ve had to, suppress all day” I said in a desperate voice. “You mean you’ve been horny and you wanted me to fuck you all day? you should have said, I could have obliged at some point” he said with a sly smile on his face. I laughed, “mmmm, you know once is never enough” I shrugged laughing. He kissed me softly, his hand reaching up to grasp my neck and held me close as he deepened the kiss. I reached up and pushed him back onto the bed climbing over him to stand up and slip off my underwear. I watched licking my lips as he slipped off his jockeys sighing with pleasure, he was already hard and ready. I climbed back up, positioning myself over him, “wait, what about…. ?” he said grinning and raising an eyebrow, I shook my head, “No waiting, I’ve been hot and wet for you all day, I just want to fuck” I said, he nodded grinning and I pushed down impaling myself into his erection, groaning as he filled me completely, taking my breath away. His hands reached up to grab my breasts kneading them gently, his long fingers tweaking my nipples I leaned back my hands on his thighs biting my lip to stifle my cries as his hips pushed up to meet me and I felt him go deeper each time as I rode him faster and more erratic. Suddenly I felt my body start to shake, the intense pleasure shot through me and my orgasm took over. My breathing was hard and fast, I bit my lip to stop from screaming out. As I tried to slow down, his fingers dug into my hips, “keep going” he said in a hoarse voice, forcing me to continue and he thrust up hard a low growl escaping from his throat as he came, holding me firmly in place until the little aftershocks started to stop. I fell onto his chest, both of us covered in a fine sheen of sweat and still breathing hard. “I love you” I murmured sleepily, “me too” he said his fingers trailing up and down my back. What a ride.

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a/n: typed this up real quick for the free day in 13 days of halloween! i had a lot of fun with these prompts so big thank you to the person who organized this :) this is a halloween-y road trip ft. chowder and the tadpoles. dex is the new team dad. it’s a fun time.

“I’m not going to be the stupid horror movie white kid who fucks with ghosts,” Dex declares in no uncertain terms, giving Tango an extremely judgmental look over his mug of still steaming hot cocoa.

He’s sitting on the couch crisscross applesauce, a fuzzy throw draped across his lap which is kind of a stretch seeing that Nursey has appropriated half of it. The cover of the blanket makes Nursey think it’s okay to periodically run his hand up the inside of Dex’s thigh and make him choke every few minutes. Dex kind of hates him.

“I’m not going if Dex isn’t going,” Chowder pipes up, flashing Whiskey an apologetic smile.

“Yeah,” says Nursey, his thumb rubbing small circles at Dex’s hip. Dex turns to glare at him and Nursey offers a lazy yet stupidly charming smile, “me either.”

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Summary: Bored of London and in need of new clothes for a movie premiere, Dan and Phil head to Manchester for an impromptu shopping trip, resulting in more than they bargained for… 

Genre: Fluff/Getting Together/ Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 3.3k

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Bam’s Contraband Girlfriend (A goofy One-Shot)

A House-Arrest Story 

Request from @darndimples

Some familiar names in this story, look for the @darndimples @jessicamoreno62 @impossiblyluckykryptonite and @loveandpeace292 tags!

Bam paced by the window of his cramped Juneau apartment. He wasn’t used to being alone.he wasn’t used to being this cooped up. He wanted to go outside, get his hands dirty. He wanted to smell the salty sea air from the helm of the integrity. But he was stuck here for the next 29 days, 18 hours and 6 minutes.

He was thankful he and his Dad were just under house arrest and spared actually having to go to jail. But even then, because of the charges, even here and his dad were not allowed in the same location.

He heard a car horn honk and hoped that was the signal he’d been waiting for. He peaked out of the window, seeing his brothers friend, Kenny walking up the sidewalk, to the orange line on the sidewalk that marked Bam’s boundary. He nonchalantly left a bag by the line, whistling as he walked away. When Kenny got back to his truck, he saw Bam peering through the window and waved. Bam waited a few moments, walking out the door and stooped to get the bag.

Once inside he pulled his camera, a cell phone, and a laptop from the bag. He set the items on the coffee table in the living room. He shook his head as the local news station was babbling on, opening the laptop and logging into it. He connected to the open wireless network from his neighbor and felt a sense of relief. As long as he could keep it hidden, this would make his 30 days go by so much faster.

He steered clear of his normal social media outlets, knowing that any activity there might tip someone off and then house arrest would be over and real jail would begin. He stared at the screen for a while as the google homepage stared back at him almost mockingly. Trying to tell himself he wasn’t being conceited, he typed in his own name.

“Joshua Bam Bam Brown” He said out loud as he typed.

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n.  a picture made using a camera, in which an image is focused on to light-sensitive material and then made visible and permanent by chemical treatment, or stored digitally

word count: 926

warnings: n/a

Rustling of plastic behind you caught your attention as your turned your attention from your lookout duty to Glenn, who was struggling to open packaging for something. The two of you had known each-other long before the apocalypse, working at the same pizza parlor. He confided in you about everything, and when he knew he wanted to propose to Maggie, he came to you for help. You were the one that found a ring for her and gave him a pep talk, assuring him she’d say yes. He was the first one to find out about you and Daryl, respecting your wish to keep it a secret, even though you knew how hard it was for him to do so. He eventually cracked one night weeks later, but you didn’t care.

After struggling with the packaging for a minute or so, he pulled out his knife and started stabbing the corner of the package.

“If you cut your finger off, just know i’m gonna be pissed as hell.” He looked up at you, back at the packaging, and handed it to you.

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My Seventeen Hi Touch Experience (rip)

The day of the hi touch and also my death date took place on 6/24/16. I’ve lived a great 20 years and have died a happy gyal. I should have already wrote this, but I was still in recovering mode LOL. I still am, but not as bad. So here we go:

DK: His smile is incredibly sunny in real life. I was taken aback from it as I walked towards him. He just seemed SO HAPPY to see lil ol’ me and I creyed inside as our palms touched.

Joshua: He was such a gentleman and so polite. I said hi to him and he told me hello with that gentle smile of his. *swoons*

Woozi: The first thing I noticed was that we were at about eye level to each other. I always lowkey wanted to know how tall Woozi was in relation to me. (He isn’t tho. He’s a little shorter than my 5′3 self) This smol peanut had been my original bias and so this moment was pretty special for me. He gave me a cute smile, bowed his head slightly and I moved along. That was literally it. It was a little anti climatic, but I know that Woozi is pretty reserved and I’m happy that for at least .99 seconds I existed to him HAHA.

Seungkwan: Boo turned to me and gave me the biggest smile ever. You know the opened mouth one? The one where your eyes light up because you’re genuinely happy and excited to see someone? Yeah that one. We didn’t hi five, but actually held hands. He held out his palms and I held his hands for the best brief moment in my life.

Jeonghan: I had to take a breather before writing this LOL. Hannie… First of all he is very tall compared to me. I had to look up and the first thing I met was his eyes and I could feel my soul and breath leaving my body as one. Y’ALL his eyes are so brown. His skin is flawless. His hair was flawless. Everything about this gentle angel was FLAWLESS!!!!!!! He gave me a small, but beautiful smile and held up his hands. I pressed my palms to him feeling like I just gained a new bias LMAO

Mingyu: BRUH. I move along to Mingyu and he bends down slightly to give me a fond smile A FOND SMILE I’m not lying!! This isn’t a fan girl desperate to see something that didn’t happen lmao I’m not like that. I watched the video of my hi touch to confirm it. His smile towards me was so precious. so so so precious. We held hands and I left with no time to process what just happened.

S.Coups: FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. Excuse my french but as you can tell from my tumblr url and my picture that Coups is my bias. This was the moment I’d been anticipating since forever and the time had finally come. I literally hate myself for not saying anything other than hi quietly. LIKE FML. I’m such an awkward brown bean like wtf precious lmao. If I get another chance at a hi touch I’m preparing a script. Anyways, despite me just lamely saying hi and trying not to look star struck I probably failed. It was so hard with how good he looked up close and it didn’t help that he likes exudes this charismatic aura. I was so attracted to it. So anyways THIS BOI leans forwards towards me and gives me the biggest (childish but oh sooooo adorable) grin and held his hands out. I never held somebody’s hand so tight…I held him like I never wanted to let go and he squeezed back. He just made me feel so warm in that moment. I should have said something…I really should have but I let the moment slip past 。゚・(>﹏<)・゚。 noooooooooooo

Vernon: Gave me a sweet smile in which I returned while holding his hands. We also held direct eye contact. I mean, I looked in to the eyes of every other member, but out of them all Vernon looked at me the longest. How am I alive you ask? Good question. I don’t even know the answer myself. 

Hoshi: My moment with Hoshi went by pretty quick. He gave me his hand to hold and smiled and that was it but he was super cute up close of course. 

Minghao: One look at Minghao and I just wanted to protect him from the world. Like I don’t know if it was just me, or maybe I’m just being silly, but Minghao didn’t seem very…happy? Maybe even slightly sad? Like I said maybe I’m bad at reading people but I just wanted to give him a hug and show him that he’s loved, ok?

Dino: Just the same as Hoshi my moment with Dino also went by pretty quick. 

Jun: I guess they saved the best for last so that we can walk down the stairs feeling deceased and alive all at the same time? Jun is hella tall. He held up his hands and I hi fived him and then HE HAD THE NERVE to give me an eye smile while looking super charming. He also did a slight bow of the head and I was like :O as I walked off the stage trying not to fall because I was weak.

SOOOO after all of this I was naturally on a high. I touched 12 of my boys hands. They were real. They were beautiful. And I’m just happy to be alive right now. Despite me failing to say something memorable I’m just happy to have met them up close and personal. If they have a US Tour you best believe you guys will see me there…with my script in my hand.

***ALSO at the end when the MC gathered the crowd to take a selfie with Seventeen I held up my S.COUPS light up sign and Seungcheol saw it and smiled. //dies again for the millionth time