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The Cordial Sisters:

Samantha: Sweet Sam has always been “the good twin.” She picked out (and decorated) the home her sister and her live in now shortly after their parents passed away. Her job as a nurse doesn’t pay much, but she’s hoping to move up in her career soon. For now she has a great boyfriend, wonderful home, steady job, and potential supernatural powers in the horizon….

Kimberly: Nonconforming Kim has always been “the reason-for-my-gray-hair twin.” Some say it’s her aggression that makes her the way she is, others just think she didn’t get enough love as a baby. Kim, however, just views herself as unique, and beyond the silly matters that others take comfort in. Her job in the military is a start, but she really doesn’t see herself staying there long. While she hates the style of the home she lives in, she was eager to move to Belladonna Cove. Rumor has it one can learn spells and even become a witch here, isn’t that something?

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i’m gonna hire jimin as my main model for my future brand, expect it around 2018

So this is a totally useless rant, but as a skinny girl, I’m getting extra, extra tired of fat-shaming.

I work for a corsetier at a Renaissance Faire. We sell corsets. Not flimsy bullshit costume corsets; like real, durable, waist-training corsets. Today a woman came in with her boyfriend, so I helped her pick out a corset and try it on. While her boyfriend—who was decidedly enthused about the whole corset thing—sat watching me lace her in, he told me, grinning, “Of all the good jobs at the Renaissance Faire, I think you have the best.”

I shrugged in agreement. “I touch butts and reach down cleavage all day; I mean…” Because we like to be a bit rakish at the Faire, and, y’know, it’s true. Tying people into corsets pretty much invariably requires getting handsy.

The couple laughed at that, and the boyfriend said, “That’s the job I would want!” But then he chuckled again and said, offhand, “Or maybe not; while we were looking at the racks, there were some pretty big sizes on there!”

Our sizes are all done in inches, and the biggest we make is a 46. And you’d better believe our large sizes sell. For a second I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy’s comment, but I answered him casually. “We get a lot of beautiful big ladies in here.” Because we do. “We make corsets for real women, not Barbie dolls,” I added. Wasn’t trying to be smart, just kind of tossed it out there because that’s the line we like to use when people ask about larger sizes, and because, again, we do.

The boyfriend went quiet at that; I didn’t think anything of it, I just kept on lacing. A moment later, he said, a little awkwardly (but sincerely enough), “Didn’t mean to be offensive.”

I quickly smiled and brushed it off, said he wasn’t, said I was just saying. (Don’t want to make the customers uncomfortable, you know?) And that was the end of it. His comment had rubbed me the wrong way, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now, I wear a 20-inch corset. I’m a few cup sizes short of being one of the Barbie dolls. Like his girlfriend, I’m one of the “hot chicks”; he doesn’t have to worry about offending me by implying that I wouldn’t be fun to poke and pull at.

Honestly though, of all the people I fit sexy technically-undergarments to in a day, fat girls are maybe my favorite people to lace up. Because they are just so damn happy that we have stuff that fits them. They are so damn happy that the corsets we make in their sizes are all the same pretty, shiny colors and cool flower/dragon/skull/etc. prints that the smaller corsets are, not ugly beige and boring “granny” colors. They are so goddamn happy that at least one (of several on the grounds) corset shop carries things that they can wear, that they actually want to wear, and that they look fucking awesome in. This is only my second season working, and we’ve fit 60+ inch waists and double-K busts. The only people we’ve ever had to tell sorry, we don’t have anything that fits them, are twelve-year-old kids.

It’s half-wonderful, half-heartbreaking how excited those women get. Women who say with sad smiles, when we ask if they want to get fitted, “Oh, no, you don’t have anything that fits me,” and then are stunned when we’re 300% confident that yes we do, and we have options. Women who can’t stop smiling and looking at themselves in the mirror after we’ve got them laced in.

I had a lady last week whose waist I measured (cinching the tape tight, as per procedure) at 41 inches—honestly not all that big. So she picked out a 41-inch corset to try on. I could tell halfway through getting her laced that it was going to be a bit big for her, so I mentioned it and said she might do better to try a smaller size. She started crying on the spot. She was so overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe someone had just told her that a 41 was too big. She told me about how hard clothes shopping was for her, how her mother would tell her she needed an XXXL instead of an XXL, how she had recently lost weight but still couldn’t wear certain colors because they didn’t fit or she wasn’t confident enough.

She did end up getting her corset, and after I checked her out she asked if she could give me a hug, so we ended up standing there hugging each other for a minute. While we did, I told her, “Do not ever let anyone tell you any bullshit. You are gorgeous.” She said, “I have a new boyfriend and he keeps telling me that.” I told her he was right, and to just keep telling herself she’s gorgeous; it was okay if she didn’t always believe it, but to keep telling herself anyway. (That’s how I talked myself through shit when I had bad anxiety.)

We all know fat-shaming is bad. The stupidity, fatphobia, and misogyny of it has pissed me off since I first became aware of it. But working with clothing, especially as figure-hugging and precise as corsets, has given me a new perspective on it—how much it affects people and just how shitty it is. Like, what does it say that I had a grown, only average-big woman crying into my shoulder because she was so overjoyed not to be the uppermost extremity of what a manufacturer can clothe?

My job rocks and it’s really rewarding, but sometimes it highlights some of the ugliest shit about society. I’m so glad I work at a shop that’s not bullshit about body types and operates with more people in mind than just scrawny white chicks like me. The fat women I work with are a ton of fun to lace up, and they’re so much more than their size—they’re cool, they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re sweet, they’re great to talk to, and yes, they’re hot. I’m so damn done with them getting short-changed and shamed by petty fucks who refuse to make them nice clothes, who refuse to even try to work for them, who refuse to consider them pretty. This whole rant was useless and won’t get read, but I had to vent because it’s been driving me nuts.

So actually, screw you, random dude. Fat girls are the highlight of my job.

I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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Please help me

EMERGENCY HELP,

I really hate having to do this, But I REALLY desperately need help. As many of you may know my boyfriend lost his job, And has not been able to find one, even though hes been out applying like crazy. I live with my boyfriend and three cats, and we are in bad condition. I can’t afford to feed all of us. We have less than 20$ for this month to feed all of us, I also can’t afford rent on my own, I need to raise $300 so that I can pay rent. If anyone can please, please donate even a $1 so that we can please eat or maybe can save our apartment so we don’t become homeless that would be amazing, I’m currently most fixated on trying to get food for me and my cats, so please help me.

My paypal is: tyler_rothwell@hotmail.com


If you can’t donate, please consider signal boosting this, I need any help I can get at this point, thank you..

Morning Daze (M)

Requested by anon ♥

→ Reader x Baekhyun 

→ DomesticAU; in which mornings with Baekhyun are the most pleasurable ones.

→ Warnings: Smut: thigh-riding, riding.

Word count: 1,2K


Entering consciousnesses, all you could hear was the sheets and blankets around you shuffling before a small gasp and then a petite moan sounding throughout the bedroom. Your eyes opens with ease and you let out a quick moan before turning among the warm blankets to see what the commotion was all about- only to find Baekhyun laying, sleeping on his back in only his boxers that explained just what had Baekhyun gasping in his dreams; morning-wood.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do MC defending Jumin bc Zen's constant insults/complaining gets on her nerves? ee I'm not used to asking for stuff I hope you're not too busy and I'm not being rude

Author’s note: LOL I hope you guys are as amused with this as I am ;)

Jumin

  • When Yoosung and Jaehee called dibs on riding with Seven, you KNEW getting stuck with Jumin and Zen was going to be a pain in the ass
  • Who’s brilliant idea was it to have a team building weekend anyways??
  • “Can someone pull up the directions? Seven’s driving too fast for me to keep up.”
  • Jumin sighed and began looking through the glove box of your car
  • “Where’s your map?”
  • “My what?”
  • Your map! You can’t expect-”
  • “Here,” Zen shoved his phone in Jumin’s face
  • The screen lit up as the monotone GPS voiced the directions
  • “Take exit 477 in 3 miles.”
  • “Wow…” Jumin marveled at the phone
  • Zen scoffed, “I can’t believe you asked MC for a map,” he looked over at you, “..Why are you dating this jerk again?”
  • You looked at him through the rear view mirror
  • “Watch it, pretty boy.”
  • He held up his hands in retreat and leaned back in his seat
  • “Take exit 477 in 2 miles.”
  • Jumin handed Zen back his phone without saying a word
  • “What, no thank you?”
  • “What have you done for me to be thankful for?”
  • Zen rolled his eyes, “Seriously?”
  • Jumin shrugged and turned back to the front
  • “It’s like I’m talking to a robot,” Zen mumbled under his breath
  • He really sucks at whispering…
  • “Lighten up, Zen! We’re supposed to be bonding, remember?”
  • “I thought that didn’t start until we reached,” he cleared his throat and raised his voice, “the cabin of wonder!!!” 
  • “Was that a Seven impersonation?”
  • “Of course! Genius Agent Seven Zero Seven is ALWAYS perfect! Never fails! Only VICTORIES!”
  • Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to hold back laughter
  • “Take exit 477 in 1 mile.”
  • “That was so amazing, I’m actually crying,” you choked out between breaths
  • Jumin gave a tiny smile as he watched you and Zen, and decide he wanted in on the fun
  • “I hack computers for a living and suffer from crippling depression!”
  • The laughter stopped
  • You glanced over at your boyfriend
  • “Uh..G-Good job on the impression, honey… very… accurate!”
  • Zen kicked the back of Jumin’s chair and began howling with laughter
  • “That was THE WORST impression of ANYONE that I’ve EVER SEEN!!!”
  • Jumin’s smile faded, but Zen continued
  • “I mean, COME ON?? You have the humor of a rock!! No, wait… that’s insulting to rocks.”
  • “Shut up.”
  • “Really? It that all you got? Maybe you should just hire someone to make up comebacks for you.”
  • Within the next second, the two burst out in an argument, their loud voices filling up the car
  • “Take exit 477 now.”
  • “I can do my own dirty work, you WHITE-HAIRED FREAK!”
  • “I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY, YOU SPOILED JERK.”
  • “WELL-”
  • SCREEEECH
  • Jumin was interrupted by the slamming of brakes
  • “M-MC?”
  • You had pulled over as SOON as you had taken the exit, and parked the car at what looked to be an abandoned gas station
  • “Are you two done?”
  • Zen gulped, “W-Well-”
  • “ARE YOU TWO DONE?”
  • “Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison
  • You sighed before looking back at Zen
  • “Listen, I know how much you love pushing his buttons, but Jumin is NOT a robot. He has feelings, okay?”
  • Zen nodded, too afraid of you to say anything else
  • “I don’t want you insulting him anymore,” you looked over at you smirking boyfriend, “or at least not while I’m around.”
  • Leaning over to the passenger side, you got closer to Jumin
  • “And YOU,” you sighed, “try not to make any more jokes unless Jaehee or I pre-approve them.”
  • The smirk dropped off his face
  • “…Fine.”
  • You smiled and put the car back into drive
  • “I still don’t understand how you could think that’s not a robot,” Zen gestured to Jumin
  • “Because,” you smirked, “no robot could be THAT good in bed.”
  • and that was the last thing Zen said for the entire trip
A very happy birthday to you Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky birthday morning smut and after party smut

A/n (nsfw gifs)

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Birthday. Some people like them, some people don’t, Bucky was one of those that didn’t like it. He hated the fact that he was turning a hundred, sure he looks like he’s in his late twenties to early thirties but it still bugged him.

It didn’t help that the entire team teased him about it. You always told them to stop but they ignored you and kept teasing him until he snapped at them. He told them that if they kept up the teasing they would have a birthday party without the birthday boy. You reassured everyone that you were going to get Bucky in a good mood and get him to attend the party but they had to stop the teasing. They stopped and now it was your mission to get him in a good mood and have him stay happy throughout the party.

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Supergirl 2x15: good job everyone

Episodes 2x13 and 2x14 made me lose any hope I had for this tv show to improve regarding this season. But I’ve just seen last night episode (2x15) and all I can say it’s: wow. 

Things to love about this episode:

1) There are more Sanvers moments in this episode than in the whole season. We see a broken Alex because of what is happening with her dad and Cadmus, and Maggie supports her when no one else does. Also, they make a really good team fighting the enemy:

2) Alex is sassier than ever and beats Cadmus guys up during the whole episode. Moreover, we finally see a Mon-El who doesn’t behave like the dumbass he’s been all season. Here he supports Kara and tells her she’s the most moral person he knows, and tries to help her with her work as a journalist (they could’ve made Karamel to be a healthy relationship all this time; and even if I’m a Supercorp shipper, if they make him be a good guy, it’s fine by me. Not as great as Lena and Kara would be, but…).

3) Is that a bird? Is that a plane? No, it’s James! Finally. It’s almost like he isn’t important this season. Come on, this moment when James and Winn are fanboying over Winn’s girlfriend it’s so nice and funny. These two should have more screen time together.

4) And we get some serious Supercorp stuff!! Lena also helps Kara with publishing an article by suggesting her to do it on social media (and we get all these special stares and smiles between these two we love so much). Moreover, we have an epic moment in which Supergirl rescues Lena from a serious fall (we all almost died during that scene, you gotta admit it).

(Kara and Lena casually rehearsing their wedding)

If I had to use one word to describe this episode it’d be: INTENSE. And wonderful.

I’d like the rest of this tv show to get better, like they’ve done with this episode. I always say what I think, and I’ve criticized the wrong things writers did in the past. Therefore, I might as well state when I think they’re doing a good job.

Just one thing: the only thing I didn’t like was Kara saying all she needed was being Supergirl and having a boyfriend. She loves her job as a reporter, that’s nonsense. She could be a reporter working for another magazine.

Of Pickup Lines and Libraries

A/N: First Stephew fic I’ve ever written, hope you like it!! 

Stephanie sighed as she lay back in her chair, it had been a long day. Luckily, she thought, as she scanned the quiet library, she was just working the desk today. Usually this meant that she had a lot of time to read or finish homework as not too many people came up to the desk. But a second later when she saw his messy brown hair and wide smile walk through the front doors she knew there was no way she was going to get anything done.

He immediately locked eyes with her and grinned even more as he straight up sauntered up to the desk.

“Hi,” he said as he leaned forward on the desk, borderline invading her personal space.

“Hi” she replied bluntly, knowing this was the start of a very busy afternoon for her.

“And how is the fair maiden on this fine day?” he asked launching into an absolutely terrible British accent.

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask her,” she retorted.

His eyes grew almost comically, “but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on,” he said earnestly, dropping all pretext of the fake accent.

She couldn’t help but blush at that, his brown eyes gazing into hers relaying that those words were true.  He smiled when he saw her blush, a slow sweet smile that made her feel warm inside. A moment passed between the two before Stephanie broke away and cleared her throat.

“Do you need help with anything?” she asked, actually trying to do her job at this point. She knew the answer however. Matthew had been coming in for the past week under the pretext of working on a research paper that didn’t seem to actually be progressing any.

“Yeah actually, how can I get a really smart and gorgeous girl to give me a kiss?” he winked at her and laughed as she shoved him away with another blush coloring her cheeks. Honestly, that boy was something.

Fortunately he did walk off to a table nearby to set down his bag and pull out his laptop, giving her time to calm down and try to shake the thoughts of him from her head. With a firm nod to herself she pulled herself together and proceeded to get out her literature book for her classics course.

The silence lasted for about half an hour until she felt a presence at her desk once more and put her book down.

“Hi! Can I hel-” she cut off her words as she saw his smiling face once again. “What do you need?” she said instead.

He held a hand to his heart, “You hurt me, I need a book actually.”

She rolled her eyes at his antics and pulled up the catalog on the computer in front of her.

“What book are you looking for?” she asked fully aware that he could be doing this himself as there were multiple computers with catalogs open.

He handed her a scrap of paper which had the title and author of the book written down. She got to work looking for the location of the book.

“Oh and I was also hoping you could help me find something else,” he added as she typed.

“What?” she asked distractedly, looking at the call number.

“Do you have a map?” he asked. She turned her head to look at him with some confusion.

“What do you mean?”

A mischievously look came into his eyes as he answered, “Cause I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

Stephanie rolled her eyes again and tried her hardest to hide the smile that was beginning to form on her face.

“This is the call number for the book, it should be over on those shelves,” she said instead, giving him back the paper with the information on it and pointing to the area.

He pouted, and she couldn’t help but melt a little, “I’m not sure I can find it on my own.” He looked adorable but she held her ground explaining that she was sure he was capable of doing it on his own.

He pouted again, and Stephanie had to physically stop herself from giving in, and walked away. She took a deep breath. This boy would be the end of her. She closed her eyes and tried once more to shake her thoughts free of him. But it was no use.

He was back no less than five minutes later claiming that he couldn’t find the book and required assistance. She sighed as she got up from her chair and walked around the desk leading the way to the shelves.

He hovered around her as she searched, standing just a bit too close but still catching her off guard as he spoke softly near her ear.

“Can I get some directions?” he asked.

She turned around, only to find he was closer than she had thought and their faces were only inches apart.

“Um…wha-” she managed to get out, all too aware of how close he was and how nice it would be to run her fingers through his hair and his somewhat intoxicating scent.

“Can I get some directions?” he repeated.

“To where?” she was confused again, but maybe it was the closeness that was muddling her brain.

“To your heart,” he replied with a cheesy smile. Oh god, Stephanie was in between laughing or just pulling him to her and kissing him. She chose neither opting instead to take a step back and hand him his book (which had been in a glaringly obvious location).

He took the book from her and sent her a wink, as if he knew her thoughts, causing her to blush again. She turned and started walking quickly back to her desk.

As she sat down again and he put the book on the counter for her to check out she breathed a sigh of relief, at least now there was something separating them.

He patted down his pockets and frowned, “I don’t have my library card,” he said.

She was about to speak up and reassure him that she could look him up on the database when he continued on to say, “But do you mind if I check you out?”

He was laughing as she shoved him away not even bothering to check out the book she had found for him.

She shook her head as she saw him return to his table and sit behind his laptop. This boy was really trying to make her life as difficult as possible. She hadn’t known when she’d started this job, around two week ago, that it would be so difficult. That is not to say the job itself was difficult, after one week she knew exactly what she had to do and it was pretty relaxed. No being a librarian wasn’t bad at all, especially as it helped her get extra cash which was something every college student was looking for. It wasn’t her job that was the problem, it was Matthew Robert Patrick, the annoyingly cute boy whose goal in life was to make sure she didn’t have a moment of peace.

He really did have a research project to be working on, that she knew, but she doubted how much progress he had made all week considering he spent so much of his time finding ways to talk to her. And it’s not like she didn’t find him attractive, she was just trying to do her job in relative peace.

She broke away from her thoughts to glance at him. He was still sitting at his table laptop open staring at her. When he saw her look back he quickly scrambled to pick up the book she had helped him get and hold it to his face, upside down.

She couldn’t help but giggle at him as he blushed and lowered the book and his gaze. He looked cute when he blushed, she thought.

Turning back to her computer she noted that she was already half way through her shift, as she had a short one today. She had to get at least some of this reading done. She picked up her lit book and started to read once more.

She managed to get through a good 45 or so minutes before she was called to check out some books and help a girl find her calc textbook.

But as soon as she got back to her desk, finally free of helping people, he was back.

“Yes?” she said rather bluntly.

He stared at her for a moment before finally saying, “You’re so beautiful you made me forget my pickup line.”

She couldn’t stop the small fond smile that appeared on her face.

“You’ve said quite a few already,” she pointed out.

“And you ignored them all!” he argued back, pouting slightly. She noticed that he had packed up his bag and checked the time. Yep it was nearing the end of her shift. She started to pack up her bag as well.

“I’m sorry,” she placated, “how about you come up with another one and I’ll do my best to give an adequate response.”

He nodded and became really focused, no doubt coming up with a good pickup line. She left him to his thoughts and went to the back to sign out for the day. When she came back with all her stuff he was still there. She stepped around the desk and looked up at him expectantly.

“You wanna know what this shirt is made out of?” he asked.

“What?” she knew the answer, everyone knew this one.

“Boyfriend material,” he replied, grinning widely.

Stephanie just shook her head and reached out pulling him by his boyfriend material shirt to bring him closer to her.

“I know,” she said before she finally kissed him, sinking into the wonderful feeling of being wrapped up in her boyfriend’s arms.

Trusting in the Lord with all of your heart means not depending on yourself or anyone else when it comes to anything in your life, big or small. Often times, as much as it may seem like we have the power or the ability to control certain areas or situations in your life, God is truly the One who is in control. Yes, it is true that we have free will, but if we’re honest, how many times has our free will led us to a place where we didn’t want to go? How many times have we made decisions that we thought were right, only to find that they led to destruction?

This is why it’s important to trust the Lord with every single step:

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.
-Proverbs 3:5-6

We live in a world where instant gratification is widely accepted. When you break something, you just go buy a new one. When you want a new look, you can do anything from changing your makeup products to surgically altering your facial features. If you want a new relationship, just leave your boyfriend or your husband and go get a new one. So often times, we think we know exactly what we want and we spend all this time searching for something that will make us feel more complete, only to be left with even more unanswered questions than we had before. We put so much pressure on ourselves to create the lives we want, when really, what we should be wanting is for God to lead us. Hasn’t He always been there? Isn’t He the One who places the sun in the sky day after day, providing us with food to eat and clothing to wear? Isn’t what He provides all we really need?

There’s nothing inherently wrong with trying out a new hair color or moving to a new city, but if you’re doing it because you’re looking for that satisfaction and that peace about where you are right now and where your life is headed, you won’t find it out in the world somewhere. It all begins with trusting in the Lord for any gratification or satisfaction your heart desires. You don’t need a new boyfriend or a new job in order to start believing that trusting in God is worth it. It is worth it to trust in Him in every area of your life on this very day, for He is the One who knows your future and lays out the path before you. He was the One that you could trust yesterday for your today, so you can trust him for tomorrow too.

Written by @morganhnichols for #QWCDevos

evensbestbuddymikael  asked:

mikki please could you write something about how even told his parents that he and isak decided to live together? ☺️☺️☺️

I’m so sorry this took forever but I had so much fun with this so thank you so much! <3 your prompts are brilliant. Also this got looooong so bare with me haha I hope you enjoy :) <3

Isak could feel it in the bottom of his stomach, the heaviness giving him shivers up and down his spine, his throat dried up and his hands dangled by his sides shaking at the mere thought of what he was about to do.
Yep he was so going to throw up.
Suddenly a hand took one of his own and he felt calmness radiate from the tip of his fingertips until he could finally breathe easily enough to look up at the beautiful face attached to the hand that took away his nerves.
“Hey, it’ll be okay” Even smiled, his fingers squeezing Isaks in a gesture that made his heart squeeze and nearly combust with it.
“How do you know that?” Isak asked sadly his mind thinking of every single way this could possibly go wrong.
“Because stupid…” he leant over to kiss Isaks cheek before whispering in his ear “we’re about to tell my mother that I am finally moving out with the most beautiful person in the world.” He leant back and grinned so bright the world lit up around them “what could possibly go wrong baby?”
A lot of fucking things Isak thought but he tried desperately to shake it away…for Even. He needed to get his shit together and look like a mature adult who is capable of being a supportive and loving partner to Even Bech Næsheim.
He can do this, he can so do this.

Isak couldn’t do it. He felt Evens mother’s eyes piercing into his soul from the moment he walked in the door. She didn’t know yet but she knew. She knew something was up….no idea what it was. But it was something.
They both sat on the couch across from her, Even holding onto Isaks hand obliviously happy and not in the slightest bit worried about how the conversation they are about to have is going to go down.
“Okay Even, what is this about?” her tone contained the volume of a thousand voices, as she suspiciously eyed the boys perched on the couch. Her eyes lingered on Isak most particularly considering, his eyes were darting all over the room in fear, as every muscle in his body visibly tightened.
“Okay mum so…” Even began his voice raining with a strange mixture of excitement and caution.
He was interrupted by the shake of her head “For crying out loud, if I didn’t know any better I would have thought you were pregnant or something!” she shouted. Isak gasped, while Even laughed “Mama! That is impossible!” his laughter had the power of clearing out all the stress in the room as both Isak and Miss Næsheim relaxed at the beautiful sound.
“Well darling, don’t you think you’re underestimating Isak’s abilities there a little?” she replied. Isak choked and nearly fell out of his chair. Thankfully Even was there to hold onto him as he laughed cheerily again and kissed Isak’s cheek. “Good point” he said softly, as Isak sat there looking like a fucking tomato.
Miss Næsheim sighed deeply “Look, you are both stressing me out. Will you just tell me what it is?”
Even turned to look at Isak, everything in his face conveyed how much he loved him, Isak could feel the reassurance that everything will be okay hit him just from looking at Even’s kind beautiful smile. He sat up straight and nodded his consent before Even turned to his mother and said very tactfully.
“I’m moving out!”
Isak resisted face palming in front of him.
Miss Næsheim was a statue.
Isak felt sick again. Fucking hell Even.
Finally she nodded “okay.”
Isak blinked “Okay?”
“Well godammit is someone going to expand this….or do I have to guess like some kind of game show guest?”
Even thought for a moment “Well actually…”
“Nei.” Isak and Even’s mother said fondly at the same time.
Even rolled his eyes “you two are too alike I don’t know what I am getting into.”
“and that is?” mama Næsheim prodded, leaning forward.
Even wrapped his arm around Isak’s shoulders “Isak and I are moving in together.”
“No! Really?” she feigned surprise, whilst rolling her eyes and smiling.
Isak let out an exhale of relief as Even smiled admiringly at his mother.
“So what do you think?” he asked and Isak could feel himself clenching in worry again.
“Well…look don’t be mad at me Even, and I mean it. don’t look at me like that, I mean it. But you both are very young…”
“Exactly! Better now then never.”
She glared. “she does that when she knows I’m winning” he whispered brightly in Isak’s ear.
Isak didn’t think it looked a hell lot like winning but what the fuck did he know?
“You have only known each oth-
“Can’t play that card mum. Look at me. Look how happy I am when was the last time I have been this….stable?”
“Even…”
“AND look you can’t do anything anyway I mean it’s not as if you actually have a say in-“
“Even Jesus Christ I support you!” she shouted exasperated.
Even jerked in surprise “wait…you do?”
She rolled her eyes “of course I do smartass. You don’t think I know when my son has made a shit decision?” she looked at Isak, “this isn’t one.”
Even smiled “thanks mum.”
She waved him off “yeah yeah yeah, whatever, now if you’re going to move out, what do you think about me converting your room into that art studio I’ve always wanted?”


Once they got back to Isak’s apartment Even wrapped his arms around Isak and pulled him close towards him. “Well baby that went a lot better than I thought!”
Isak furrowed his brows “it did?”
Even laughed “oh yeah! I thought it would be a disaster!”
Isak stepped out of his arms with a gasp “you told me I had nothing to worry about!”
Even shrugged “I’m your boyfriend, that’s my job.”
Isak rolled his eyes right before Even brought a smile onto his face with a lift of his eyebrows. He let himself step back and melt into his boyfriends long arms.
“Can you believe we will be together every morning and every night?”
Isak smiled because he couldn’t believe it. Being with Even for at least one night was like a dream. This? This was paradise.

Falling

Request: Hey there, can I request an x reader imagine with any of the batboys? Like they found out the reader was afraid of heights in the worse way possible? I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense…

AN: I choose Tim Drake.  Enjoy!

You had no idea about your boyfriends “night job” to say the least.  Tim had gone out every night, and he assured you that it was meetings.  And there was no way you fell for that, but he didn’t know.  So when he went out you forced a smile and wished him luck.  In the back of your mind, you had wanted to follow him and find out where he went, but you knew he would tell you when he wanted to.  Plus, it was an invasion of privacy.

But one day he didn’t come back until a few days later.  And that made you want to know what exactly he was doing at night.  The next day, you were waiting for him to get back from his “job.”  When he walked in he expected you to be sleeping, it being 3am.  When he opened the door he was surprised to see you sitting on the couch.  “What’re you doing up so late babe?”  He asked.  While shrugging of his jacket, Tim went to put his arms around you.  He quickly frowned when you moved away from him.  

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