coffee remains

just tryin to listen to @jaxxgarcia’s snap story at a quiet cafe while enjoying a nice coffee as i blissfully ignore the fact that i’m drowning in production work and my bluetooth transmitter disconnects from my hearing aid for no fuckin reason

suddenly there’s yelling about a fire and show me love blasting from my phone and i drop my muffin in mild social anxiety fear

long story short someone owes me a new muffin

It also had a full-size coffeepot that could brew forty cups of coffee in less than five minutes whether the ship was in zero g or under a five-g burn. Holden said a silent prayer of thanks for bloated military budgets and pressed the brew button. He had to restrain himself from stroking the stainless steel cover while it made gentle percolating noises.
—  Leviathan Wakes by James S. A. Corey

We all know how Damian tends to use the people he considers friends (or allies). But once, he did this to Tim.

He needed someone with Tim’s strengths and needed that dedicated to the mission full time. So he “gifted” Tim with some Turkish coffee shortly after the man actually had a full night’s rest while he pitched the parameters of the case.

The result? Tim stayed awake for nearly two weeks straight and solved Damian’s case, as well as five other cold cases in the batcomputer’s files before Alfred flushed the remaining coffee and Dick injected Tim with a sedative to knock him out.

Damian’s “requests” for help now have to be submitted via email, where Bruce can view them for approval.

daddyzenpie  asked:

HC where MC is always kind and calm and full of smile, but one day, something happened ane make her furious, so she finally snaps and cuss with a very loud voice and angry face. How will RFA+V+Saeran reacting to it?

Did you mean: Me in middle school? Cause I did that once in class cause it was my turn to read a everybody was talking, but nobody except for the three people around me knew that I was the one that told everybody to shut the fuck up. P.s i love your name and the picture~Madre Mod


  • Surprise surprise it happened during a video game.
  • But not LOLOL it was mario kart
  • You and Yoosung was playing mario kart on rainbow road
  • while it was easy for the first ten seconds, lets say that the computer players were getting on your nerves.
  • And Mario hitting you with a red shell was the last straw.
  • Yoosung was terrified honestly
  • it came out of nowhere
  • poor boy was spooped.
  • “Mc I think it’s time to put the controller down.”
  • “Mc he’s not in first place. Please calm down.”


  • It was a normal day at the coffee shop
  • People came, ordered food, some stay and eat, some smile and leave.
  • Then there was one kind of person you and jaehee thought you guys would never experience.
  • The sassy and spoiled customer. He seemed like they had a stick up their ass, really.
  • If you had to describe what he looked like, you would say that they looked like jumin, but with blonde hair and glasses. shit my danganr0npa is showing
  • Jaehee was busy so you had to serve them.
  • You flashed him a smile and politely asked “What would you like to order?”
  • He asked for a simple latte. No big deal right. Until they started telling you to add specific things into it.
  • No problem.
  • You did as he asked, putting in the specific things into it.
  • You called his name and he came up to get his latte.
  • He took a sip then spit it out at you, nearly missing your face.
  • He started telling you how you messed it up and stuff and how he won’t stand up for this. You snapped.
  • “Well excuse me for not making it right the first FUCKING TIME. How fucking dare you come into this cafe, and try to order me to make you this ridiculous latte. Who in hell even puts cinnimon sugar in a latte??”
  • Jaehee came at the point and ordered the four eyed lemon out of the building.
  • while she is shocked that you cussed out a customer, even if he was a prick, she’s a little happy that you stood up for yourself.


  • Zen invited you to come to a premiere party to this movie he starred in.
  • the cast was holding a party to celebrate the success of the movie after two months of hard work.
  • He gave you a nice and beautiful dress to wear and some shoes to go with it. 
  • time skip to the party, it was going great!
  • Zen introduced you to the cast members while lowkey eyeing the guys and mouthing that you’re taken
  • Halfway through the party you noticed some of the female actresses staring at you and chuckling.
  • They think you can’t hear the shit they are saying, but you do.
  • They talking about how you’re too ‘ugly’ to be with zen and how Zen would like a girl who’s beautiful just like he is.
  • Instead of feeling self-conscious about it you got mad.
  • How DARE those girls try and say shit about you.
  • So while Zen was talking to some of the other cast members, you was getting even with the girls.
  • You walked up to them, with a drink in each hand and confronted them.
  • “Hello, I’m Mc Zen’s beautiful girlfriend. I just want you girls to know that I could hear the bullshit you said about me, you know how i’m too ugly to be with zen.” You started
  • The girls looked at eeach other and chuckled. “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” 
  • You threw the cups of juice at them, ruining their makeup and dressed. 
  • “That is what i’m going to do about it. While you hoes only care about Zen’s outside and how he makes your plastic looking asses good, I care about Zen’s true beauty, which is on the inside.” 
  • The girls retailiated, talking about how their looks are true and not plastic.
  • “Oh please, even I can tell your butts and boobs are fucking fake. I could tell from across the room that they were fake!” 
  • While that was happening, you didn’t know that Zen was standing right behind you while you ranted.
  • He is shocked
  • Proceeds to drag you out of the place before you got violent.


  • If you would’ve told him last week that his kitten cusses he wouldn’t believe you.
  • Until today.
  • Jumin was curious on what you do when he’s at work, so he comes home early.
  • As quietly as he could, he enters the house and looks for you
  • He can hear somebody talking so he follows that voice, turns out you was in the bedroom in front of the vanity, your phone playing what looks like a makeup tutorial.
  • You were trying to master the art of winged eyeliner, you could never do it right due to shaky hands.
  • But at that moment you was willing to try.
  • You was carefully to get the eyeliner on your bottom lashes when your phone buzzed, breaking your foucs and causing your hand with the eye pencil to jolt and make a jagged line going from your eye to your cheek.
  • You slammed your hands on the table and yelled “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, i ALMOST HAD IT!”
  • Jumin chuckled from his place near the door, making you realize that you had an audience.
  • “You know, I could just get somebody to do that for you, so things like this won’t happen again.”
  • You just grumbled and went to the bathroom to wash it off


  • You like coffee
  • plain and simple
  • Seven knows you like coffee
  • Seven also likes pranks.
  • Seven goes and hides all the coffee beans in the house
  • and the coffee machine
  • It’s about 6 am and you needed coffee to remain calm for the rest of the day.
  • When you went to the kitchen to get some, you saw that the machine and the beans are gone.
  • Seven is watching this from his hacker room, which he locked in case you try to look for him.
  • You look around frantically, trying to locate the missing beans and machine.
  • Your patience is wearing out
  • After two minutes you realize Seven might of taken it as a prank.
  • He had never ran so fast to save his chips.

I’ll add V and Saeran later I had to do this real quick

Peter Parker drabble

Requesed by anon- just a cute fluffy peter and reader one, maybe as a continuation of the one where the reader is tonys daughter and like they are dating and their interactions with the team cause they’re protective over the reader?? Thanks :)

God Peter Parker and protective dad!tony are literally my two favorite things so thank you!


Waking up with you had to be one of the best things about Peter’s life. Wrapped up in eachothers arms, under the warm cover of your blankets, Peter was sure this was what heaven had to be like. Not to mention how cute you looked cuddled into his chest, your hair a mess and wearing his shirt. Nothing but his shirt.

He wanted to fall back to sleep, to be in this moment with you for as long as he could, but his need to be an amazing boyfriend got him up and brought him to the kitchen to make you some coffee.

Rubbing the remaining sleep from his eyes and making an attempt to flatten down his bedhead, he stumbled into the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty. That never lasted long.

You being the daughter of Tony Stark and living in the Avengers tower, made it slightly difficult to get any sort of privacy when you two stayed here. In fact, it was as though members of the team deliberately tried to interrupt you two when ever you got too close. Especially your dad. But as everyone got used to the two of you dating, they accepted the idea that teenagers were gonna make out at basically any opportunity they got. That was just how it worked.

But neither of you minded the almost constant surveillance, when it really got on your nerves, you just went to Peter’s apartment, and from what started out as and short kiss in the living room turned into real love. And Peter really loved you.

“You know,” the familiar voice of Natasha said, causing Peter to jump, “When Tony said you could stay the night to help (Y/n) with her homework, I expected you guys to actually do something.” she said, leaning against the doorway, watching Peter with an unamused look, but after nearly a year of seeing that same face, Peter could easily find the underlying amusement.

“I- we got something done.” Peter lied, thinking back to what had started out as a study date turned quickly into showing each other funny memes, which evolved into a make out session, and well…you can guess when it went from there.

“Oh, really? What did you do?” Steve scoffed, glancing pointedly at Peters bare chest, reminding him that he was indeed shirtless.

“He did me.” your voice cut through their conversation as you walked into the kitchen. You were still wearing his shirt, but had put on a pair of pajama shorts on, and Peter had to stop himself from staring at your legs.

“Ew god, (Y/n) don’t say that. I don’t want to have to think about that.” Clint said as he scrunched up his face in disgust.

You strutted up to Peter kissing his cheek as you took the mug from his hands, “Thanks babe.” you said with your cute morning voice and a sleepy smile.

“You too are gross, go be a gross couple somewhere else.” Bucky grumbled as he walked in and Clint agreed.

“You go be old and grumpy somewhere else.” you retorted back to him. You took Peter’s hand in yours and began to pull him back towards your room, “But fine I guess we have no choice but to go back to my room, two teenagers, unsupervised and alone.”

“No, wait (Y/n), I changed my mind come back out here!” Clint called after you two, but you just laughed.

Peter smiled at you, letting you push him back onto the bed before you crawled up to straddle him, “You know Peter,” you smirked, making your fingers walk up his bare chest, “You know I love the shirtless look, but all those hickeys on your chest are gonna get you banned from my room again.”

He gasped, looking down to see a trail of hickeys starting at his neck, going across his shoulder blades and scattered across his chest. When had you done that- oh…ok now he remembered…

“Wait, he had what?!?” Tonys distressed voice carried through the tower followed by an angry, “God damn it Parker!”

Life in Color (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: Modern AU. An artist in every sense of the word, Bucky sees color in everything, vibrant as they fill his world with magic. What happens when the colors fade? 
Word Count: 595
Note: Super duper big thank you to Kumi ( @mellifluous-melodramas ) for writing the summary and for editing this part!

Originally posted by a-khaleen

Steve doesn’t even bother knocking on Bucky’s door. He was polite at first, he would knock, waiting a few moments before entering the apartment, but after the first month of constantly checking on his friend, knocking when he already knew that Bucky wouldn’t come to the door seemed stupid.

He kicks the door closed with his foot after he walks inside, the slam reverberating through the room loud enough to hopefully wake everyone up. Sure enough, a girl wearing what’s clearly last night’s dress walks out of the bedroom, smeared lipstick decorating her lips and heels dangling from her hand. Steve holds out one of the three lattes he brought over to her which she takes. She smiles shyly at him before moving quickly out of the apartment. Bucky’s conquests are always a little embarrassed when Steve brings them coffee, but they’re always grateful. The walk of shame is better with caffeine, even if it means that a stranger knows the man you just slept with well enough to know that there will be a girl in his bed without being told.

As usual, Bucky waits until the girl is gone before stumbling out of bed himself.

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Coffee Mugs - Bucky Barnes

- Sorry for not posting in forever. I’ve been so busy and then had the worst writers block. // This started out as a late night drabble, but now it’s kind of an imagine. Enjoy. - Also: my requests are open. I write Marvel and Criminal Minds!

— Bucky drinks coffee to try and get rid of his problems

Warnings: None.


Steam billowed around the coffee that sat in a plain grey mug on the kitchen table. Stark Tower was rarely cold, but winter in New York was out to bite this year.

Sat, looking at his mug was Bucky. Tired, and alone at nearly midnight. He was expressionless, sleep deprivation shone across his skin as he mumbled aimlessly about things he needed to remember - worthless things, but he needed them.

He looked out the window, the glowing streets of New York staring back at him. The lights seemed so dark at night, yet so bright. He felt happier at night, safer. He never knew why, but he didn’t like to question it either.

“Well the city never sleeps…so that makes two of us, huh?” He mumbled to himself, picking up his mug and wandering over to the window where he continued to stare at the city.

The door clicked behind him. He didn’t respond because for once, he didn’t feel threatened. He knew who it was from their footsteps.

“You’re up late,” You greeted him, “Coffee, baby, really?” You sighed.

“I wanted to make sure you were alright. Is that a crime now?” He raised his eyebrow at you, and you rolled your eyes back at him. He smiled as you placed down your bags.

“How is she anyway?” He asked, placing down the mug once again. “Peggy’s doing okay. She talked a lot, stayed on track, which was good. Then I had to get Tony’s equipment from the store. It took longer than I thought.” You gestured to the bags.

“I’m glad. I would go and see her but…I don’t want to hurt her.” You frowned, looking back at him. “I think she’d love to see you.”

“Really?” He asked, dumbfounded, “She mentioned you, asking how you were. You mean a lot to Steve, so you mean a lot to Peggy too.”

“I never thought about it like that.” He admitted, his eyes growing heavier as he looked at his mug, dregs of coffee remained, and he cursed it for making him even more tired.

“C'mon, Buck. Let’s go to sleep.” You smiled, stretching out your hand, waiting for him. “Do your bags not need to go away? Or, uh, taking to the labs? What about those emails you mentioned?”

“Bucky!” You exclaimed, grabbing his hand firmly. “You can’t be scared to go to sleep. I know you hate Buck, but you need to try. You can’t live off coffee forever, trust me, I’ve tried. Please. I love you, and you need to sleep.” He glanced at his pyjama clad legs and frowned. “I’ll be right next to you. Nothing bad will happen.”

He anxiously trailed behind you, waiting for you, or anyone, or anything, to do something that meant he wouldn’t have to sleep.

You two lay in bed for a few minutes, for Bucky it felt like hours, before he began to ramble in avoidance. “Hey, babe?”

“Yes, Bucky?” You mumbled, sleep trying to capture you. “Does mike wazowski blink or wink?”

You laughed slightly, tiredly, “I don’t know Bucky. We’ll find out tomorrow, yeah?”

“Fine.” He huffed, “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too.”

And soon enough, he fell asleep.

When the pale pink sunlight flowed through the curtains, Bucky groaned, placing the pillow that you had previously been sleeping on over his head. He knew that you had to leave early to finish a mission with Sam and Steve, but he still missed you.

He rolled over, disregarding the pillow falling onto the floor, throwing the covers back and standing. He rubbed his eyes, pushing his messy brown hair behind his ears.

Forcing himself into the once again empty kitchen, he started to use to coffee machine once more. He stood for a while, waiting for its magic.

His eyes skimmed the room, noticing his old coffee cup still on the sideboard from the night prior, but a piece of paper now sat beside it.

“If you ask me, Mike Wasowski is definitely winking…he seems like that kind of guy.” He read, laughing to himself.

[scenario] [request] first love

3: “Please… Don’t leave.” 
30: “It’s not what it looks like…” 
31: “You lied to me.” 

(this is a hanahaki!au bc i felt like suffering) 

hanahaki disease: results from one-sided love. the infected person starts to cough up flower petals. (more details in the fic - or shoot me a mssg!) 

Title: first love

Member: Mingyu ft. bff Wonwoo

Genre: ANGST // hanahaki disease // good end

Word Count: 2667

“Here, let me,” Mingyu says, using his hip to bump you away from the large pot of ramen bubbling on the stove. He takes the wooden spoon from you as you stand there looking offended, arms crossed.

“You always cook,” you huff, jumping up to sit on the counter beside him. He shrugs, grinning at the apron tied around your waist.

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Stormy Nights & Hateful Fights || Byun Baekhyun

Requested: Yes / No

Word Count: 1,843

Byun Baekhyun + Reader + Angst

A/N: Woah I got carried away when writing this.. I actually wanted to punch myself when I reread this why why why. Well… Enjoy!

The rain outside grew stronger as the night grew darker. The coffee on your table remained untouched, getting colder as time passes by. Although at a time like this, you didn’t need caffeine in your system to wake up. Worrying about Baekhyun does its job well in keeping you up late at night.

The small hand on the clock points at 2, 2 in the morning. Baekhyun still wasn’t home. You were worried about him driving home alone this late at night, not to mention the heavy rain and wet concrete. You didn’t want to think negatively, but in this type of situation, who wouldn’t?

Despite all your worrying, you knew where he was. He may be at a different place right now, but he is always with the same person. Taeyeon. It was always her.

You don’t want to feel even a hint of jealousy. You knew about their collaboration and it made you so proud and happy for Baekhyun. This project can be another door to his success; to gain more popularity and opportunities. He was so close to achieving everything he wanted and you were so happy.

You don’t want to feel even a hint of jealousy but here you are sitting alone in your dark living room, anticipating for your boyfriend’s return.

Yes, you were anticipating if he will even return home. Most nights, you’ll get a short text message from him saying he’ll be staying at a friend’s house or a hotel near their office. As much as you want to believe him, you knew where he was. It was always with her.

No, he wasn’t cheating. Well.. at least that’s what you want to think. 

When you met Baekhyun, he was broken. Broken by the same person he’s with right now. But even though he had a damaged heart that was thought to never love again, you healed him. You gave all of your love in hopes for him to change and be happy again, this time with you in the picture. And you did. 2 years later, your relationship with Baekhyun is stronger than ever.

But why do you feel this way? Why are you being this way?

You’ve always thought trust and faithfulness are the most important in a relationship. But why do you feel like the two of you are lacking one of each? Can’t you trust him? Is he being faithful?

Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of the front door creaking open, showing no other than Byun Baekhyun.

His clothes were wet from the rain, small droplets of water were dripping from his hair, his shivers were visible. You quickly jumped up from your seat to grab a towel before putting it carefully around your boyfriend. You sat him down on a wooden chair that you pulled near to the front door (you didn’t want the carpet to get wet, but that’s not the case, is it?)

Grabbing him a new set of clothes from your shared room, you gave him a few minutes to change, taking the time to make him a cup of hot chocolate to warm him up from his shivering state.

He came out of the bathroom a few minutes later to be greeted by a plate of cookies and his warm beverage. He quietly ate and drank while you sat across him, waiting for an explanation that never came.

“This is the latest you’ve come home..“ you started. Your voice was low, almost like a whisper. You were cautious with your words, trying not to trigger him especially this late at night with his tired body. You waited for a reply. Baekhyun lifted the cup to his mouth, drinking the liquid. You don’t even remember if he have looked you in the eye right from when he arrived home. He hasn’t voiced a single word. He felt cold like the weather.

When did your relationship take a huge turn? It used to be full of sunshine. Butterfly kisses in bed, back hugs in the kitchen, laughter in the rain, and just plain love. It felt like the Baekhyun you knew suddenly had a drastic change, like a button was suddenly pressed and turned him into someone you don’t know. When you look at Baekhyun, you see him; his physical state. But his eyes looked empty. The ones that were filled with with deep affection changed into something dark and empty. You used to fall for the dark abyss inside his gaze only to be caught by his tenderness, but this dark abyss you see right now is nothing but emptiness that let you fall continuously, hoping for something to land on. This whole relationship was empty but you refused to believe it. You kept on filling the emptiness with your own endearment thinking it will help recover the once passionate relationship. But it only caused you to feel distressed, consuming your energy, and soon collapsing on the shallow emotions of Byun Baekhyun. You were desperate for him to save you.

His silence was testing you. Your once soft physique turning into desolation.

“Baekhyun, I need an explanation on why you’re acting up like this.“ your voice grew loud and stern, surprising Baekhyun. His head raised, his eyes finally falling on your own.


“What explanation? You know damn well I’m busy with work.“ he answered. He leaned back on his chair with his arms folded to his chest. 

“This is the first time you went home in weeks and it’s 2 in the morning! You can’t give me a proper explanation on why you can’t even give your girlfriend a call and ask if she’s still breathing or some shit?“ you fired back. Your chair was pushed back when you stood up to tower Baekhyun. The rain fell hard on the rooftop, but your cries were louder in desperation.

“What do you want me to do?! Reject the opportunity standing in front of me just for you? For your selfishness?” Baekhyun stood up immediately, startling you. A few steps back were taken by you. His height making you feel small under his glare.

“Selfishness? Is a little attention coming from my own boyfriend selfishness?!“

“I come home after a long time and you greet me with your distasteful complaints.“ He turned around and walked away.

“Damn right I’m complaining. You don’t even treat me as a girlfriend anymore. I’m a mere decoration in this house or just for your convenience.“ you replied, following him to the living room. You saw him take his still soaked jacket on the couch and started walking to the front door. You stopped dead on your tracks at his actions. 

“You’re leaving again?“ you whimpered. Tears threatened to leave your eyes, your lips quivered, your heart sunk. It’s only been an hour since Baekhyun’s arrival, an hour filled with screaming and hatred, and now he’s leaving once again.

“Taeyeon was never like this. Why can’t you be more like her?“ Baekhyun whispered.

“Wha-what?“ you were taken aback. You were contemplating whether you heard it wrong and that all of your emotions are causing you to hear something else. But as soon as Baekhyun turned around, looking at you with wide surprised eyes you knew you heard it right. Looking at Baekhyun, you knew he was as shocked as you are. 

“Taeyeon? After all these years, it’s still Taeyeon?“ a sob escaped your trembling lips. 

“No.. No no no no.“ Baekhyun shook his head nervously trying to get a hold of your hand. His expression turned into guilt and hurt when you took a step back away from his grasp. He took another step towards you, but you mirrored his step until you started to walk away.

“(Y/n) please. That’s not what I meant-“

“Not what you meant?! That Taeyeon will always be the one who’s holding your heart? That I am nothing but a rebound?“ you screamed at him. Tears are now streaming down your face. Baekhyun stood in the middle of the room, looking at you with pained eyes. You felt mentally and physically tired. You wanted everything to stop, you needed to rest. But you can’t rest like this. You can’t rest when every time Baekhyun leaves, you can’t help but think and worry where he was and if he was planning on coming home; home in your embrace. You can’t rest when you are constantly giving your all in order for this relationship to work when it was clear that the fire that once burned bright started to die down into a faint spark. The spark that was left in your relationship supposed to motivate you, thinking there is still a chance for it to burn bright again. But the spark did nothing but harm you whenever you tried to touch it, to heal it. You aren’t supposed to be alone, you needed Baekhyun to endure the pain.

“No, you’re not that. Please, believe me. I love you, please.“ Baekhyun pleaded. He finally took a hold of your arm, his body slowly dropping to the ground, his arms around your waist and his head pressed against your stomach. “I didn’t mean it. I love you. I need you. Please, please I’m sorry.“

“If you love me, why are you hurting me like this.. You can’t say you love me when everyday you leave me anxious for your return.. You can’t say you love me when I’m the one that needed saving but I’m the one trying to save the both of us.“ your hand landed on Baekhyun’s arm that was wrapped around you, trying to break away from his hold but he he only held tighter like his life depended on it. His apologies were muffled by his cries, your shirt becoming damp with his tears.

“I’m sorry. I’ll change.. I’ll be better. Please, just don’t leave.. I can’t- I can’t do it if you leave. I can’t be happy.” 

As much as you want to refuse and ignore his plea, as much as you wanted to turn around and leave to finally rest, you didn’t have the heart to do so. Because you knew, that when you leave, everything will change. You knew the ‘rest’ you wanted wouldn’t arrive. Those sleepless nights would still be there knowing Baekhyun will never come home to sleep next to you. Those worrying will be endless knowing you will never hear from Baekhyun ever again. Your rest was impossible. The only moment you can rest is when Baekhyun can finally save you. And you’d do anything for that moment. The moment to stay.

“I’ll change, (Y/n). For you, for us. Just don’t leave me. I love you so much.“

The rain outside started to quiet down.The only sound that can be heard was your heavy breathing and Baekhyun’s cries. Your eyes shut close as soon as your fingers entwined with his soft hair.

“Let’s try again.. For us..”

Being tired didn’t matter anymore. For as long as Byun Baekhyun is there to mend you at the end of the day.

Falling Slowly (Seventeen)


Member: Joshua

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cute and adorable; Joshua will wreck your bias list

Rating: General

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This was bad, y'all! I didn’t realize how bad until the other day when I realized my house had a bit of a smell. I am so much happier with how it is now! I can walk into the living room with feeling like the room was shouting at me. At the end of March, my 17 y/o girl kitty died. Right after, I got involved in a big sewing project that took up a ton of space, time, & energy. I managed to get the craft mess cleaned up but that was about it. Until yesterday. It took a whole bunch of 20/10s (I also cleaned my kitchen) but I’m thrilled with the results. And I had to accept that some of this mess was connected to losing my cat because I had left the carrier were I’d dropped it after the last vet visit in March. The carrier is now tucked away where it is supposed to be and my remaining cat (and husband & I) have room to breath, think, and so on. The coffee table remains to be finished (it is ALWAYS the coffee table!) but I did manage to put away all of my clean laundry. I love this community & I LOVE UNFUCK YOUR HABITAT!

Originally posted by bullzara

One More Time~Olicity Hiatus Fic/Season 6 Spec Fic

Hello all! So this time I’m doing two Hiatus fics. This idea just sort of popped into my head after all the wedding talk from the Nashville HVFF invaded not only my head but dash as well. As always thanks again to @thebookjumper for organizing this event. It’s truly an honor to see so many writers creating such amazing work for this incredible fandom. 

Prompt: One More Time

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One More Time

Oliver didn’t hear the soft patter of his small feet until the tone of an innocent voice shattered the quiet of the dimly lit room.

“Oli…” his voice broke as Oliver’s shifted his crestfallen eyes. Oliver smiled slowly at the mop of light brown hair.

“You caught yourself that time,” he teased making his sleepy eyed son grin with ease.

His eyes flickered down to the floor when a small, “Yeah dad I did,” floated through the shy smile that nearly matched his own.

Oliver remained seated at the small kitchen table with one of Felicity’s laptops in front of him. The screen was covered in green lines with small dots of red and, yellow hovering back and forth over the cities borders. He folded his fingers around the handle of a half consumed cup of coffee. William remained at the opening of the hall. His nervous toes tapped over the dark hardwood floors. The hall light was on above his head; the light casting over his messed hair highlighted the innocent frown lines upon his small face. Oliver tipped the cup towards his lips then muttered lowly, “Did you have another nightmare?” before the tepid coffee slid over the lump in his throat.

Williams’ small fingers curled over a small piece of crinkled paper. His twinkling eyes remained shrouded by the shadows around the highlighted crown of his head. Oliver placed the cup on the wooden table silently. The computer before his face flashed but, did nothing to send him toward the partially open window. His son’s lip seemed to quiver before a rushed, “Was she your one?” came floating through his nervous mouth.

Oliver’s fingers fell together over the soft keys’ that she’d once touched while his forehead fell into the created net. “Yes but there’s no was because she still is,” he softly admitted while the sound of crinkled paper floated through the air.

Oliver shifted his head so his temple was resting over his joined fingers. His blue eyes met his son’s nervous ones before they slipped to his shaking hands. He pointed with his gaze towards the small object that seemed to be the source of his son’s unease. “Wanna tell me what’s bothering you? Or would you like to show me?”

William gave him one of his rarely seen heartfelt smiles before looking down over his knotted hands. “Mom…” he sighed with more sorrow than anyone should ever know, “always said, that everyone had someone.”

Oliver’s pursed his lips silently then nodded before a small, “And you’re wondering how I’ll move on if she was mine?” escaped past his tight throat.

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Woozi: Damn Paperboy

Anonymous asked: Hi There :) Can I Request A Scenario Where Lil Ol Jihoonie Gets Jealous? I Don’t Have anything Specific But~~ The Ending Should Be Rlly Fluffy!!! Thank You~~~

Summary: There is a (very handsome) paperboy who stops by your house every Sunday morning. Jihoon is not jealous. 

-Admin Syrup

Jihoon held the blinds open with two of his fingers and peered out the window through the small opening. “It’s that damn paperboy again,” he muttered under his breath, eyes trailing the unsuspecting paperboy in question, who was pedaling toward your house on his bike. Jihoon was very familiar with the boy, who was tall with dark, dark hair and dark, dark eyes and a jawline that could split Jihoon right in half. The only reason why he had become unpleasantly acquainted with the older—dare he say attractive—male was because the paperboy had made a point to show up in front of your house every Sunday morning with the newspaper. 

What’s so important about the damn news anyway?

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Reveries Chapter 2

Originally posted by aryasrk

Description: The park of Westworld was created with the hopes of providing a place for people to experience and do all that they’ve always secretly wanted to do. To enrich the experience, hosts were created, similar to human beings in almost every single way. They breathed, they ate, and they bled. They were controllable and malleable, perfect for anything the customer wanted. But not everything is what it seems at first glance.

Genre: AU, action, angst, smut

Rating: 18+

Word count: 11.6k

Warning: AU, possible triggers, mentions of miscarriage, prostitution, violence, gore, sex scenes, foul language, NOT a ReaderxAny member of BTS fic, NOT a MemberxMember shipping fic.

Reveries: 01

A/N: I was going to wait to post this tomorrow (evening time for all you west side of the world folks just waking up), but I’m too giddy to wait. With this chapter, we begin to get into the overall plot of the series. I’m so stoked for the chapters coming after this. Many thanks to @ellieljade for keeping me motivated, being my cheerleader, and beta-ing this for me. Your love for Jimintine surpasses anyone else’s lmfao. (Speaking of - be sure to check out the mood board she made for this! You can see it here).

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Just A Little Happier Than Coffee, ayato/touka fanfic

Summary: But she was good, very good. He knows it, because even under the conditions in which he was forced to live as a child—the dirtiness, the danger, the hunger and the lack of a home—she always repeated the same question over and over again. “Are you happy, Ayato?”

Rating: K+, fluff and angst | Words: 1,705k | Read on AO3 - If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: IT’S KIRISHIMA TIMEEEEE. I’ve been wanting to write something about Ayato and Touka for so long, so here it is. I like to imply the idea that Ayato loved coffee in the past, but once he walked away from his sister, his love for the drink just vanished away completely, but Hinami brought back his love for it again (and for his sister). I just think Touka is such a great sister and I needed to reflect that in the fic, the difficult moments in where she had to take care of him after Arata left, and how she had to remain strong for Ayato. Excuse any grammar mistakes and enjoy! 


Ayato bites his lower lip, holding back his own tears, and his feet move forward until he’s standing in front of her, and bends down to reach her height.


Touka doesn’t look at him. Her sobs become stronger and louder.

“I-I w-want dad t-too…”

Ayato’s eyes fall shut, crying, and he leans his head against Touka’s arms. That’s his way to apologize.

In the midst of weeping and whining, Touka holds his hand.

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Achluophobia: Saturday

Title: Achluophobia: Saturday, Part 2 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Notes: Again, thank you to @bohoartist for all of her beta and support while writing this.  She was crucial to me finishing this, and was a constant source of support. Also, ½ of the multimedia is because of her.  And thank you to my baeta @kateyes224 for all the love and making my writing is the best it can be. 

Friday, Part 1 


The atmosphere within the house is relaxed the next morning, with much of the activity confined to the kitchen as Claire mindlessly hums a tune while preparing breakfast for everyone.  Jack sips coffee at the table with Mulder and Scully, while the smell of bacon frying on the stove sends their stomachs into a growling frenzy.

“Can I help with anything?” Scully asks.  

Claire waves her hand and shakes her head.  “No, thank you.  Breakfast is the least I can offer you.  Sit and drink that coffee.”  

“How’d you two sleep?”  Jack asks, his voice cloaked in nonchalance, but his eyes flick back and forth between the two agents desperately asking the loaded question he’s too afraid to speak out loud, did you experience anything?    

At the mere mention of sleep, Scully struggles to stifle a yawn and her recollection of last night with the back of her hand.  

Jack chuckles.  “That well, huh?  I know that mattress is a little lumpy.”

“No,” Scully answers quickly.  “No, it was fine, thank you.”

He rests his elbows on the table, leaning towards her.  Slivers of reluctant hope glimmer around the edges of his voice when he finally verbalizes, “Something else then?”

Mulder nudges a fresh cup of coffee in Scully’s direction, who takes it with a small smile of appreciation.  “Just new surroundings,” he offers.  

Concealed beneath the table, Scully brushes her knee against Mulder’s, a silent thank you for stepping in and ending a conversation she wasn’t in the frame of mind to have.  “Not working today, Jack?”  she asks, changing the subject.

“Took the weekend off,” he says turning to flash a smile in the direction of his wife.  She turns as if on cue, and winks at her husband.  “I’m planning to spend it with my family, and you fine people.”

Mulder downs the remaining coffee from his mug as Claire shuffles to the cupboard and begins pulling down plates.

“Breakfast is almost ready,” Claire says as she crosses to place the dishes on the table.  “Just waiting on the biscuits.”

“Would you mind if I went and introduced myself to Joey before we eat?” Mulder asks.

“Of course not,” Claire responds.  “Go on up, he’s in his room playing.  It’s the last door on the right.”

Mulder flashes Scully a smile before exiting the kitchen.

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Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Summary: Veronica suddenly take an interest in the Harry Potter series, and slowly the interest overcomes everyone. Their passion towers above all, and they can’t help but try and captivate you too.

A/N: Yes, yes. I am back, and I’ll try harder. Vacation is turning me into an anxious mess. But I’ve also fallen into a hole of HP and needed this.

Pairing: Platonic!Core x Reader

Warnings: Nerds, lowkey house stereotypes, swear

The smell of Betty’s sweet perfume infiltrated the air around the room, and the spritz coming from her glass bottle send spurts flying around. It was soft, subtle, crisp and warm. Betty was misting herself in the aroma and you sat on her bed, fiddling with your bed shorts.

“Where is Veronica? I thought we were having a sleepover?”

Betty gazed back at you, eyes clicking on the mirror.

“Don’t know. The guys are downstairs though, do you wanna lead me down?”

You let out a light scoff and stood from the bed. Glancing back over your shoulder, you opened her white door and sauntered down the yellow hallway. The stripes on the paint were slightly peeling, but the flakes were barely noticeable.

The carpet on the stairs was a light cream color and you both skipped down the stairs. Betty ran past you and threw herself over the couch, instantly cuddling into Jughead’s side. Archie came out from the kitchen, holding boxes of food coming from Betty’s cupboards. Kevin was setting up his sleeping bag where the coffee table used to remain. He looked up over the couch and gave you a slight wave. As you walked over to the armchair, you threw yourself down and looked at Jughead.

“So, what’s on the movie agenda tonight?”

He grabbed a box of cookies from Archie and looked over to you.

“I was imagining a night of Flash, then Lord of the Rings, and finishing up with-”


Veronica bursts through the door, wearing all green and black. She had a green scarf, a crisp, white button up shirt, a green tie and a black skirt. She slammed the door shut with her black heeled foot and sauntered in front of the TV.

A wooden stick painted black and all chipped purposely was in her extended hand and she pointed around the room.

“Gryffindor.” Veronica pointed to Archie.

“Slytherin… Hufflepuff.” Jughead and Betty.

“Ravenclaw.” Kevin.

“And… oh shit, I don’t know.”

You squinted your eyes and shook your head. Kevin perked up on the floor and jumped up from the floor.

“Girl, you did not just bring Hogwarts into this!”

Veronica nodded her head and Kevin gave her a hug. Jughead groaned, Betty smirked at his reaction and Archie walked over to the back of your chair.

“Anyone wanna explain what the hell is happening?”

Archie’s loud voice echoed through the room. You nodded vigorously. Veronica and Kevin brought their hands to their hearts and Betty stood up from the couch. Jughead stuffed his head into a pillow. Betty sprinted up the stairs and left you and Archie in confused thoughts.

“Harry Potter is the best book series that’s known to man.”

Betty barreled back down the stairs and threw boxes onto the floor. She shoved Veronica and Kevin away to put in a disk.

“We are educating you two the proper way.”

The Monday bell rang down the halls and you were at your locker. The bustle of passing students was filling the heavy air and last second students ran in the halls, bobbing and weaving through the clusters of kids. A gust of cold air came from your left, and you turned to see your friends walk in. They all matched in a white dress shirt and black slacks, with black shoes to match. Archie wore a red tie, Veronica and Jughead in green, Betty with yellow and Kevin in blue. They walked up to you and stood around your locker. As you closed the door, you spun around on your foot.

“Thanks for letting me know we were matching, guys. Cutest couple award isn’t going to us.”

They all stayed silent, looking you up and down.

“I’ve been saying it all along, (Y/N) is a Hufflepuff.”

“No way, totally a Gryffindor!”

You scoffed and pushed through Kevin and Archie, walking towards Chemistry.

The whole week was full of the name game, trying to label you and put you in private places you wanted to steer clear of.

Lunch was loaded with compliment sandwiches.

“Listen, (Y/N) doesn’t have an ounce of wisdom in their being, Kevin. (Y/N) is patient and loyal. Not some filthy ambitious snake.”

“No, Betty, hear me out. (Y/N) would never be a Ravenclaw, they’re too smart. They are clearly brave, and yes, loyal. But never in a million years would (Y/N) be a pathetic, dedicated Hufflepuff.”

The list continues and the days got bleaker. Weekend sleepovers turned into geek sessions and movie nights. Time went on longer and after months of pointless fights, it was finally time for a long overdue end. Monday of mid January came, and everyone’s tensions were high. You told them you’d found your house, and you would surprise them walking in.

They waited at your locker, fiddling with the lock. The door to the school opened, and you walked in, (Color) tie swaying in the wind.

“I was right! HA!”

teachers! shidge au || part 1

so amidst all my current WIPs here’s a bulletpoint fic i’ve had for a while. special shoutout to the people in the shidge discord who contributed their own ideas into this! 

  • Shiro is the history teacher that literally everyone on campus lowkey has a crush on. The stereotypical ‘dad’ teacher that gets along well with all his students and helps everyone who’s falling behind all while wearing his dorky sweater vests and matching horrible jokes during class
  • He’s also the coach of the basketball team and moderator of the Glee Club. How he managed to juggle all of those at once, no one will ever know.

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Find Someone Better. Pt1-

Ooooooooooo who’s ready for some BTS Angst! I won’t reveal who this ones about until I post Part 2, anyone want to place a guess?😏 Happy reading my lovelies!

‘You know what, if that’s how you feel then you should take your ring back.’ You spoke completely calmly, slipping your ring off your engagement finger and sliding it across the coffee table. He remained sat opposite you, blank faced, avoiding your eye contact as you slid the ring to a stop front of him. At least you had to guts to look at him as you were leaving. ‘Maybe you’ll find someone better to give it to.’ And with that you stepped away from him, leaving that apartment you had pretty much called home for the past year.

Honestly, you were amazed at how you’d kept your cool with him. He’d been testing your patience for the last few months and you resisted the urge to snap every time he pressed your buttons. Oh how you would love to just completely unload on him, let him know exactly how you were feeling after what he did to you…. But you didn’t, you kept it together, and you were the one to leave him, it was your decision and for once you were in control.

You sighed with a combination of relief and sadness as you entered the busy streets and began walking in the complete opposite direction to his apartment, to your own old apartment. You felt free at the same time as feeling incredibly lost. You’d just left the man you’d loved for the past 3 years, the man you’d lived with for 1.

There was something also highly liberating about what you were feeling. Finally, you could do what you wanted, it was over, your actions wouldn’t reflect on him, they wouldn’t effect his public image. The ring was off, your engagement was off and to be honest you felt nothing but relief.

The relationship wasn’t bad by any means, it was just incredibly tiresome and stressful. Yeah you loved him, he was just clueless. He had no idea of how it left you feeling when he was flirting with fans and other idols on television shows. He had no idea how hard it was for you not knowing when he was going to come home. How long would he be gone for? When would be leaving again? You had no idea, he had no idea.

Anyway, even when he was there the last few months had been really hard. Part of you didn’t even think he really wanted to marry you. You thought that he thought putting a ring on your finger would just keep you happy…

But what’s the point in marrying someone who you feel like you can’t even talk to? Whenever he had time off he always chose other things over you, probably because he thought you didn’t care when you really did. All intimacy was lost, you didn’t even talk about how each other’s days were, you were starting to feel like an accessory just to be worn on his arm.

He had no idea of the strain he’d put on not just you but your friends and family. All you wanted was a loving, normal relationship and that was what you got at the start… until the fans found out. How were you supposed to function as a normal person with a normal life when your boyfriend was a Korean Idol who was followed and watched everywhere he went? You didn’t want any of that. You just wanted him.

It all started going down hill when all you wanted was to go out with your friends for some drinks. Isn’t that Normal? Isn’t it normal for a 20-something year old to go out for drinks with her friends? But no, apparently going out for drinks with your friends was out of bounds when those friends included males…

‘Management says you should try to keep out of the spotlight, and maybe not pose for photos with guys that aren’t you know, me?’ Was what he said to you, you honestly could’ve punched him square in the face but you didn’t. You knew there was nothing wrong with taking photos with your own friends, so you simply gritted your teeth and nodded with a smile.

Something similar happened a few weeks later. You and he were in attendance at your brothers wedding, and you’d been posing for a photo outside the church with his young baby. 'Hey maybe you shouldn’t pose with a baby? Netizens are speculating we want a baby of our own…’ He said, placing an arm around your waist, which you instantly shrugged off.

'Do not try to tell me I’m not allowed to take a photograph with my own niece.’ You replied sharply before walking away from him, leaving him stood alone.

This altercation ended with fans snapping pictures of your disgruntled face and netizens speculating that you two were arguing over whether you were going to have a baby of your own, which of course you were not.

Your thoughts had completely over ran your brain and you were on autopilot when you arrived back at your own apartment. You made yourself a coffee and threw yourself down on the couch. The reality of what you’d just done only setting in when your phone started to buzz on the table.

When you picked it up to see who it was, even though you knew, your hand looked bare and sad without the ring that had been on your finger for the past 6 months…