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50 Things I'm Convinced Tay & Joe Do

Guys, this little idea has been on my mind since a while now. Of course, this is fiction. Don’t take it too seriously. Enjoy ;) 


1. Joe picking up on Taylor’s 13- related habit by requesting exactly thirteen kisses before going to sleep each night.

2. Taylor having Joe’s contact in her phone under “Bubba” 

3. Joe always talking in a thick southern accent while ordering take out for the two, of course just to annoy her.

4. Taylor responding to him “You are so disrespectful, oh my god.” while secretly thinking that it is, in fact, pretty funny when he talks that way & receiving an “I’m just embracing your roots, love.” as a cocky answer from her boyfriend.

5. Taylor requesting 2am tea sessions whenever one of them can’t sleep. “Who’s the Brit here now, huh?” he’d say with a proud smile while competitively adding a spoon of milk to his tea before sitting down next to her on the sofa and being surrounded by the smell of her favorite sandalwood candle.

6. Joe showing her his favorite London Café on a rainy and cold Thursday morning in November, that is just quiet enough for the two to catch a quick coffee at 7 in the morning before having breakfast back at home. “I love it here, so cute” she’d smile and look around the place while holding onto his hand and waiting for their order to be ready. “Yeah, love it too.” he’d answer, “Except for the enormous amount of American tourists. s’ a bit annoying.” he’d tease and make her roll her eyes while trying to hide a laugh.

7. Taylor grabbing his hand nervously each time before leaving the car with him while wearing enormously big hoodies and whispering “m’ so sorry“ in advance while receiving a gentle smile with a low “stop apologizing“ from him.

8. Joe playing with the ends of her hair while sitting next to her on the plane and listening to her talk.

9. Joe’s lips always trying to find their way onto her forehead underneath her bangs to give her a short forehead kiss before resting his chin on her head while Taylor tries to take a power nap in the car.

10. Joe asking Tay to pronounce “Worcestershire“ over and over again because she says it in such a weird way and it makes him smile.

11. They both read in bed before falling asleep and sometimes, Joe would sink his book a bit, turn his head to Taylor and read a passage aloud while showing off his acting skills, which always makes her listen and looking at him absolutely mesmerized.

12. Joe watching a documentary about Roger Moore with Taylor’s family on Thanksgiving and murmuring a casual “Me too apparently“ out loud when the narrator says that Roger Moore had a thing for older women.

13. Her entre family would laugh at his remark while Taylor just punches him with a grin on her face.

14. Taylor journals every night.

15. Taylor hearing Joe practice for some of his auditions in the living room when every now and then he aggressively yells “Jesus Christ Fuck Me.“ through the entire house after messing up a line which always makes her giggle wherever she is.

16. Joe always admiring how professional Taylor is when it comes to answering important phone calls that are work- related while baking cookies in a cat onesie and looking like the princess of kittytown herself.

17. Tay always telling Joe that dark hot chocolate is her favorite, but admitting a few months later that she was just trying to make herself believe so, to finally develop healthier habits.

18. Taylor calling him “Joseph Matthew“ whenever she’s mad. 

19. Joe playing with the J necklace he gave her while launching on the sofa with her and listening to her talk about her week.

20. Taylor having a photo of Joe and Olivia as a lock screen on her iPhone.

21. Joe standing in the kitchen each morning, leaning against the counter while waiting for coffee to be ready, being absolutely grumpy because “s’ just too early.“ and scrolling through his phone until Tay comes downstairs and kisses his puffy and sleepy eyes one time before making breakfast.

22. Joe whispering “get back here“ and pulling her close to him, after feeling Tay change her sleep position in the middle of the night.

23. Joe laying on the side and cupping her bare boob with one hand while falling asleep and responding a sleepy “for safety reasons“ which makes her giggle once more before falling asleep.

24. Tay plucking his eyebrows every three months and being annoyed even before she starts because he’s been whining about how much he hates the whole procedure for the entire week.

25. Taylor annoyingly mumbling a “you can do it, buddy.“ while taking a quick break from plucking his eyebrows and watching Joe covers his eyes and groan in pain like a baby.

26. Joe kissing her temple, whispering “I love you so much“ in her ear before kissing her neck right underneath her ear each time they say goodbye.

35. Joe having the hardest time with Austin at first because he’s just so protective of his sister after everything she went through in her last relationships.

28. Joe wandering around her kitchen in his boxers while Tay is on her laptop and glancing at her for a second before seeing that she’s about to read the headline of some negative news story involving them. He’d then walk up to her, place his big hands on her shoulders and kiss her cheek slowly. She’d immediately smile as he whispers “don’t read it“ before distracting her with a kiss on her neck once more.

29. Joe mumbling a gentle “Oh baby..“ after feeling Tay press her cold feet between his warm legs in bed.

30. Joe kissing her naked tummy at least ten times after hearing Tay complain that she has gained weight.

31. Joe waking Taylor up after she has had a horrible nightmare and pulling her closer to him immediately while mumbling “s’ just a dream. I’m here, baby. I’m here.“

32. Taylor sometimes being super lost in her own thoughts and doubting everything about her life. “Do you sometimes feel weird about dating me?“ she’d ask after being quiet for a while and removing her eye make up in front of the mirror. Joe would walk up behind her and answer “Yeah, especially when you have more nicknames for your cats than for me.“

33. Taylor laughing at his remark and Joe getting more serious. He’d step up to her, pull her closer and smile at her make up free face in the bathroom mirror “Stop these silly thoughts. I love you. And I’m happy. And as long as you are happy with me too, I’ll stick around ’til you get sick and tired of me, baby.“

34. “Such an incredibly good guy, Taylor“ is what Scott says to his daughter in the car after meeting Joe for the first time.

35. Austin adding Joe into the family group on iMessage and Taylor telling him that this move has been an official declaration of love by her brother.

36. Taylor standing half naked in the doorframe and holding up two outfits before visiting his parents for dinner „Which one does not say ‘Hi-I’m-Taylor-I-Have-Grammys-At-Home‘?“

37. Joe telling her all about his first girlfriend while sitting outside her Rhode Island home in thick sweaters, blankets and with two glasses of wine in their hands. It’s the middle of the night in December and while talking about all the reasons why it never worked out with his Ex, he tells her in a very serious tone that this, right here, with her, is everything he’ll ever want and need.

38. Taylor and Joe constantly fighting about him leaving the milk outside the fridge and her picking a fight whenever she can’t find the milk in the fridge.

39. Joe watching Taylor paint her nails with a fascinated look on his face while sitting in bed next to her and watching TV. 

40. Joe having to tell Taylor the story of how his parents fell in love over and over again when she can’t sleep because of jet lag.

41. Andrea calling Joe “Honey“ whenever they’re saying hello with a warm hug.

42. Joe crawling into bed to Tay whenever he just came home from a few days of work and laying on top of her while bombarding her with kisses on the cheek. “What are you doing?“ she’d laugh, not able to move anymore and Joe just mumbling “so kissable, these cheeks“ in between his kisses.

43. Tay and Joe deciding to take random road trips whenever they have a free weekend in London. Joe driving her to the most boring and rural areas of the country to distract her from everything, while always having a car of security people right behind them.

44. Joe turning up the radio as soon as IDWLF is played on the radio singing ridiculously loud while Taylor almost dies from laughing because his high- pitched version of “baby baby, I feel crazy“ is beyond what her ears can take.

45. Taylor writing him poetry and giving it to him as a handwritten letter for his birthday.

46. Joe pulling her into a super long hug after having a bad day “Thanks for keeping up with my shit. And for loving me.“ he’d whisper even though the pleasure is all hers.

47. Joe rubbing circles on her tummy when she’s on her period and whispering a low “Just think of all the cute babies I’ll put in you someday“ to make her feel better about her cramps and getting a tired smile followed by a little kiss from her in return.

48. Tay running her hands through his blonde hair for more than five minutes while laying in bed, still being a bit tipsy from a night out with her friends “You’re so pretty. Do you know that? So handsome. Gosh.“ she’d squeak before falling asleep.

49. Joe walking up to her and saying a super serious “God. You’re so gorgeous, baby.“ that is absolutely out of context before kissing her when he knows she’s had a bad day and wears nothing but PJ’s and glasses and complains about the red pimple on her chin.

50. Joe inspiring Taylor for a song after responding to her with „It’s okay to want some alone time. We’ll be together anyway. So take your time, baby. I’m always here. No need to be worried about me leaving or anythin“ after having a serious talk about Taylor’s fear of entering a new relationship and getting emotionally involved which, up until now, always included a ton of pain at the very end.   But this time …I know I’m gonna be with you, so I take my time.


Summary: Bucky finds something to help him heal. Bucky x Reader.

Warnings: None. Fluff. 

Author: @fireandicewillsuffice / @untothebreachwritings 

Note: My submission for Blade’s 2k Followers Challenge! The prompt was #19 “word: cathartic.” Dedicated to @reincarnatedsoul because it’s her birthday today! Yay! *All of the poetry below is my own original work.* 
I love you all and I hope you enjoy. 


You didn’t realize it until one night when he held you close and spoke in your ear.

“I want to dig myself into your warmth

I want to line my bones with it

I want to come away with you in my mouth

And in case anyone asks me to make my favorite sound,

I am ready with your name on my tongue.”

You weren’t even entirely sure you did hear anything, right on the edge of falling asleep. But your suspicions were cleared the next day when you saw a small scrap of paper on his bedside table with that same poem scribbled on it.

            You picked it up and ran your fingers across the words, a small smile spreading across your face, imagining him writing it down quickly in the dead of night, awake from a nightmare. You knew you wouldn’t press him on it; this was immensely personal and he had had too many people occupy his mind for too long for you to take this away from him.

            Bucky Barnes was not an easy man to read. He held himself close, protecting what he salvaged and what he rebuilt with fierce responsibility. When he does something, he never half-assed it; Bucky put in his full effort at all times.

            So when he was working through his recovery, his therapist suggested writing out things that bothered him, made him angry, made him happy, and made him remember. At first he scoffed at the idea. How was he supposed to write it all out and see it made flesh? See it become real?

            But after much pleading by his therapist, he ultimately conceded. He wrote out lists, he wrote out his thoughts, his fears, anything he could think of in the moment. He would wake up screaming during the night with you by his side, running soothing hands through his hair, holding him close to your chest. You would run your hands all around him, humming a familiar song in his ear, one that was his, and he started to feel a little comfort. Then he would get out of bed after reassuring you he was fine, and make his way to his office. And he would write.

            You didn’t ask, you knew it was his solace.

            When he crawled back into bed, thinking you were asleep, he would pull you close again and whisper into your ear all of his thoughts.

            Sometime down the line, those lists, those musings, turned into poetry. Bucky didn’t expect this. He remembered once upon a time back before the war, he tried his hand at poetry. It was tucked back so deep into his mind, he almost felt like it was something he made up. But as soon as he tried to fit his words together and tie them to his emotions, it was like returning muscle memory. His fingers just knew.

            So when he came back to his place next to you on the bed, he wanted to show you how he was feeling. The only way he could think of was to recite his poetry to you. He would hold you close and brush his lips to your ear, place a soft kiss there and speak beauty to you:

“I wanted these words to come out like the honey

 that drips from your voice

But all I could think about is the way your fingers feel

when they run across my neck

And there are no words for that”

            After days and weeks of this, he came up to you and told you he was thinking of enrolling in a college and taking some classes. You were ecstatic, you couldn’t believe he had come this far and wanted to further himself in any way he knew how. You asked him what courses he wanted to focus on and he looked down at his feet for a second, a small blush creeping into his skin.

            Sheepishly, he looked up at you again and said, “Writing.”

            You threw your arms around him for a fierce hug and didn’t let go, rather you wrapped your legs around his waist and heard him let out a loud laugh. Bucky felt tension release from his shoulders, happy that you never judged him, always just accepted.

            Months and months had gone by with Bucky attending college, learning and absorbing everything. He had started to warm up to showing you his writing, but he did it in his own way. He would leave notes around the house, little scraps of things he thought about when he thought about you.

            “My heart is thirsty for even a drop of you”

            “These words are red because I have never seen you in any other way”

            “I feel a hole in my heart and you are the only piece that fits”

Every time you read another piece of his mind, your heart grew bigger and bigger. You didn’t know he was writing about you, you thought he talked about his nightmares, his torture, his past…but when you would see the small poems he left out for you, you knew he was better.

            “The spaces between my fingers make me think of you

            You seem to have a way of filling

            every emptiness I can imagine”        

            You surprised him with beautiful leather-bound journals, an array of fountain pens with multiple ink bottles, a way for him to not only write beautiful words, but to make them look beautiful too. Bucky had gorgeous handwriting, and he was more than happy to practice lettering and calligraphy. He even ventured into art, although you both knew he was already a well-trained artist like Steve.

            “I looked inside the cracks of you and found myself

            Hold me there. Let me beat through you.”

One night after coming back from work, you and him were cooking and he brought out one of the journals you had bought him, worn with his writing. He opened up to a page and showed you. After reading it, you let out a small gasp, because he captured the night before with such grace and beauty, you couldn’t believe it.

“In the body of this house

we shiver and quiver

Our gooseflesh has made friends with one another

Has come to know one another.

Here we lay and drink honey from each other’s collarbones

Lap up the sticky sweetness,

the wholeness

of it all

mutter, “stay”

in shoulder blades

whisper “okay”

in ribcages

And cross paths into the spaces between our fingers

And tangle limbs into the curvature of each other

And wonder,

“why did we ever think of leaving?”

He gently pulled your hand towards him and led you to the bedroom, where you saw a large canvas laying on the bed. You both approached it and he started explaining right away.

            “Whenever I would wake up from a nightmare or if I couldn’t sleep, I would start writing. It was all about you. I don’t know why, it just kind of happened to come out? Every time I was trying to shake myself out of those thoughts and think of something good, something happy, you would pop into my mind.”

            You reached out and touched the canvas, and you couldn’t believe your eyes.

            “So, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been so good to me, doll. So patient, so caring, so sweet. And when I thought of this and started workin’ on it, it ended up being something soothing for me, too. The nightmares started to fade and I’ve been sleeping better than I have before.”

            Looking closer at the canvas, you saw that it was a black and white painted picture of you laughing. It was a shot that Bucky no doubt took of you months ago when you dragged him around town to lighten his mood. In the picture, your head was thrown back and your mouth wide open letting out a strong laugh.

            But when you closed in on it, you realized that all of the black parts, the shading, the outline of your person was done with the poems he wrote about you. Each little shadow, the curve of your eyes, the strands of your hair, was done with the words he had written, his lists, his nightmares, his declarations of love, his descriptions of your smile; everything he had filled in those journals was now standing proud as an image of you.

            You reached out and grabbed his face with your hands, planting a kiss on his lips that you hoped would show him what you were feeling.

            “Bucky, this is unbelievable…. I can’t wrap my head around this.” He smiled down at you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

            “Doll, you’re unbelievable. My life wouldn’t be the same without you. You helped me crawl out of my shell. While doing all of this, I realized that you are my solace.”

            You rested your head on his chest, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He leaned down and inhaled your scent through your hair.     

            “You are my catharsis.” 

Avengers-How You Meet Them

Tony Stark (Iron Man)-

Originally posted by ayumifuru95

You’re friend drags you to a fancy gala that is being hosted by a large charity. The stiff guests and the overly formal dress make you uncomfortable and you spend most of the night following your friend closely. Later that night, towards the end of the event, a man approaches you with a plate of food. You recognize him immediately as Tony Stark, one of the richest men in the country. His attention surprises you, but your surprised by the casual way he begins the conversation. He never mentions his money or his time as Iron Man. Instead, the two of you have a long conversation about how boring formal events can be. With Tony’s company, the rest of the night passes quickly. 

Bruce Banner (The Hulk)-

Originally posted by petils

The first time you see Bruce is when you’re picking up a loaf of bread from the closest grocery store. You see him peering through the aisles intently, looking for something specific. You watch him out of the corner of your eye for a few minutes before deciding to approach him. 

“Excuse me?” You tap the man’s shoulder and he spins quickly to face you. “Do you need help looking for something? I know my way around pretty well.” 

“Umm sure. I’m just looking for this…” he shows you a coupon cut out from a recent newspaper. It’s not hard for you to find the item he was looking for and the two of you part ways.  

Steve Rogers (Captain America)-

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

You meet Steve when you accidentally lock your keys in your car. You’re stuck yelling at your car and yanking on the door handle when he passes by on a jog. Being the good Samaritan that he is he stops to see if he can help. There’s no real way he could help. He suggests that he could break the window or pull the door open, but either way your car would be seriously damaged. 

The two of you stand in silence while you stare at your car in frustration. You mention that you don’t have the money to call a locksmith to get your car open. Without really asking, Steve calls a locksmith and proceeds to pay for you. You chastise him and beg him to let you pay him back in some way, but he refuses. Don’t worry this isn’t the last time you see him.  

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)-

Originally posted by venomousxdanger

You’re on your way to a meeting with one of your old friends. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining, but there’s a brisk breeze that balances out the heat. You’re minding your business when you feel something wet pushing up against your hand. When you look down there’s a golden retriever pushing at your hand, asking you for attention. His owner tries to tug the dog away, apologizing for the intrusion. But you brush off the apology and spend the next few minutes giving the dog attention. While you pet the friendly dog you admire his handsome owner. In the same way, Clint admires you and secretly loves the fact that you’re not shoving the dog away. The two of you exchange names and talk while you pet the dog. As you’re saying good byes you can’t help but think that this is probably going to be the best part of your day. 

Natasha Romanov (Black Widow)-

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

Natasha is on a mission when you she sees you for the first time. She’s supposed to be keeping an eye on a dangerous target when she finds herself at a bar. To blend in she decides to start a conversation with the person nearest to her and that just so happens to be you. Her reason for talking quickly turns from professional to personal. Despite her enjoyment she can’t forget about her mission. Her target leaves the establishment and she has to come up with some excuse to leave quickly. However, her conversation with you sticks in her mind for days to come. The next time she sees you, Natasha knows she’ll be a completely different person, but hopefully you’ll still grace her with a wonderful conversation. 

Thor Odinson-

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

You run into Thor while you’re helping the victims of a super villain attack. Thor decided to stick around since he was the cause of a lot of the damage. You just happen to be the person working closest to him and he strikes up a conversation. The two of you talk about life on Earth compared to life in Asgard while you pick up debris and begin to rebuild. After the day of hard work, all of the workers sit around and eat a communal dinner. Thor stays by your side the whole evening much to the surprise of the other workers. The demi-god promises to return and help you in your future work before he leaves. 

Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier)-

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

You don’t normally go on guided tours at museums but today was a day for exploration. Your group was casually strolling through the museum, listening to the guide drone on about the exhibits. You’re walking alongside a man wearing a leather jacket. Throughout the tour he appears genuine interested in what the guide is saying and it’s not until the very end of the tour that you strike up the nerve to speak to him. He seems reluctant to speak at first, but gradually he starts to warm up to you. You two talk about the tour, what you’re favorite parts were and what things you wanted to learn more about. For someone on a guided tour of a history museum, he seemed to know a lot about the early 1900s. You just chalk it up to being a history buff, but you can’t help but wonder. 

T’Challa (Black Panther)-

Originally posted by a-fire-burns

You meet T’Challa at the airport. He’s arriving in Europe for another boring UN meeting. You are heading back from a short vacation when the two of you get stuck in a security line together. Despite the fact that T’Challa is the king of an entire nation he still has to go through security and take a normal plane to get to Europe. The two of you start chatting despite the fact that you have no idea who he is. The only thing you know is that he is handsome and well-dressed. The security line crawls along for over an hour before you actually make it through. After you make it through security you make your way to your flight only to find out that it is delayed by at least an hour. And lo and behold, T’Challa is supposed to be on the same flight. Let’s say that you have quite a few insightful conversations that day. 

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)-

Gif credit: @marvelgifs

Your day hasn’t been great. Work was tedious and your boss was being a jerk. And now the line at your favorite coffee shop was wrapped outside of the store. When you finally get your drink you can’t decide if you want to just drive home and spend the night lying in bed or find a seat and watch all of the people who come in the buy a drink. There’s only one seat open in the entire cafe and you move quickly to take it. The seat is directly across from a woman with long brown hair. She looks up at you, but doesn’t say anything. It’s not until a man makes a complete fool of himself by being a jerk and being kicked out of the store that the two of you begin talking. The conversation that begins as a rant about how needlessly rude people are turns into an idle conversation about life in general and about the goods and the bads of the day. 

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)-

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

Pietro literally runs into you while you’re getting out of your car one day. You close the car door and begin walking to your place of work. On the way you bend your head to your bag and start rummaging around, trying to find something that you needed to start the day. You’re halfway to the door when an enormous force slams into your side. Your feet leave the ground and you’re hurtling towards the ground before arms wrap around your middle and jerk you upright. Your feet meet the ground suddenly and you quickly steady yourself. The whole process takes less than a second and you notice that you’re ten feet away from where you started. A man with dark and silver hair stands only a foot away from you looking back at you with concern. Without saying anything he speeds off again, clearly towards something with urgency. The next morning there’s a written apology letter and a small bundle of flowers left on your doorstep. 

Saudade: Ch1

Dating Josh was honestly everything you could ever want it to be. Two years of the greatest moments of your entire life. You couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. All your other boyfriends and girlfriends, small flings, stupid one night stands, it meant nothing. Josh was like your modern day Prince Charming. While he might not be the typical fancy haired, twinkling eyed, sharp dressed, perfectly postured gentleman, he was just as special. He had hair that changed color almost as frequently as the weather, mocha eyes that squinted and widened in just the right ways, a rather edgy and modern punk fashion sense, a cheesy humor, and a kind heart. You still remembered the moment you met as if it was just yesterday.

“What the fuck?” you cursed, tripping over your own feet and spilling the coffee cup in your hand to the floor, toppling onto the sidewalk, your palms skidding with the pavement.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” a voice cried behind you. Before you knew it, two hands were helping you to your feet, sputtering out apologies. “I didn’t look where I was going, oh my goodness, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, brushing yourself off before looking up, staring into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. You were face to face with a guy who looked about your age, blue semi-curly hair, nose ring, gages, a snapback, NASA t-shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. He stared at you for a moment before reaching down to grab his cellphone, which you assumed had fallen out of his hand when he had bumped into you, as well as his skateboard.

“Texting and skateboarding,” he explained, turning red with embarrassment and letting out a nervous laugh. “Probably not the best decision.”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.

“I’m super sorry about that coffee,” he cringed. “You okay? You took quite the fall.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Don’t worry about me.” You glanced at the spilled coffee on the ground.

“You sure?” he inquired.

“I’m good, I don’t know about my coffee,” you chuckled.

“I’m really sorry about that,” he sighed. “Um, how about I make it up to you? There’s a coffee shop down the street. If you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, maybe we could get you another one? It’s on me.”

“Sounds great,” you gave a light smile. “I was just heading to my apartment anyways.”

“I’m super sorry,” he repeated.

“It’s fine, stop apologizing,” you rolled your eyes. “It was just an accident. I’m quite the klutz myself, so I can relate.”

“Got it,” he relaxed his shoulders. “I’m Josh by the way.”

“Y/n,” you introduced, shaking his hand. You both exchanged a grin before walking towards the coffee shop, spilling out your life stories piece by piece, not knowing what great future destiny had planned for the two of you.

A small accident on the sidewalk transformed into an exchange of numbers in a coffee shop, which transitioned into regularly grabbing breakfast together each week, eventually evolving into attending a couple of his shows, and after a bunch of teasing from Tyler and several of your own friends, an official first date.

“A carnival,” you smirked when he led you towards the Ferris Wheel. “Leave it to someone like Josh Dun to take me someplace strange for a first date.”

“Why? You don’t like cotton candy and popcorn?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly, squeezing your hand he had been holding as you traveled down the boardwalk.

“I don’t know, it’s just unusual,” you shrugged. “I was expecting the whole fancy restaurant dinner or adorable little park picnic or something like that.”

“That’s so cliché,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we already exchanged numbers in a café. Isn’t that textbook enough for you?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you giggled. “I love unusual.” You kissed him on the cheek and watched as he blushed, glancing at you and giving a small smile before you stepped in line to ride the wheel.

Josh spent the entire evening with you, winning you small plush animals, buying you funnel cake, traveling with you through a mirror maze, taking pictures of you riding the carousel, painting your faces, and even getting some animal balloons from a clown. You both ended up straying away from the boardwalk and sitting down by the beach, taking off your shoes and going for a late night walk by the shoreline, holding hands and talking about your favorite things in the world.

“I really like sunsets,” you explained. “The streaks of color and how they settle in the sky, the way the sunlight filters through the clouds, the entire peacefulness of it, it’s beautiful.”

“I like cats,” Josh added. “They’re so fluffy and they make adorable purring sounds and I think they have super cool eyes. They’re neat.”

“Finding money in the pockets of your jeans,” you laughed. “Like when you’re doing laundry or putting on an old pair of pants and you reach into your pockets and find money you forgot was there. That’s a great feeling.”

“You know what else is a great feeling?” Josh asked. “Spending an evening with a lovely lady like you, being able to hold her hand and look into her eyes, walk with her alongside the ocean, and know that you truly love her.”

“Yeah?” you wondered, pausing your walking and looking at him for a moment.

“Definitely,” he nodded. There was a pause. “I love you, y/n.”

“Well that’s lucky for you,” you grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure I love you too, Josh. And that’s one of my favorite things in the entire world.”

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Loving you,” you rolled your eyes. You stared at each other, as if searching for something, before he cupped your face with his hands, studying your face for a second before kissing you, placing his lips to yours and letting the rest of the world fade away.

Since then, your small bud of feelings for Josh blossomed into a passionate flower of love. You started to spend all your time together, going to almost all of his shows, watching entire television series together, falling asleep cuddling on the couch, accompanying him to interviews and award shows, and even dying his hair red and pink. You spent hours drinking iced coffee, singing Blink-182, shopping for beanies and snapbacks, watching Stranger Things episodes, going to the pet store just to play with the cats, making occasional trips to the tattoo parlor, and eating countless amounts of burritos. It was the smell of bubblegum and having sweet sex and wearing his sweatshirts and silly texts and late night city walks and open mouthed kisses and trying to learn to skateboard and penny fountain wishes. Loving Josh was everything you had hoped it to be and more.

“Good morning,” he greeted in a sing song voice, kissing your forehead that morning. “Wake up sleepy head.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, fluttering open your eyelids. “It’s way too early. It’s like seven in the morning.”

“You know it’s our two year anniversary,” he smiled. “Big day.”

“I know,” you chuckled, pressing your lips to his. “How could I forget?”

“I was thinking, I don’t know, maybe we could go to Disney World?” he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” you widened your eyes.

“I sort of already got tickets,” he grinned. “Our flight leaves at ten.”

“You’re crazy,” you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. “Wait. Are you serious?”

“Definitely,” he nodded. “I scheduled everything. We can stay for three days, go on all the rides, pose with the characters, watch the fireworks, the whole experience. It’s going to be great.”

“I fucking love you,” you beamed. “I also can’t believe you.”

“Surprise,” he laughed.

“You’re the best,” you kissed him again.

“I just wanted to take my very own princess to the magical castle,” he shrugged. “Special occasion.”

It was days like these that reminded you just how much you loved Josh. The adorable plans and surprises, his childlike awe and innocence, his contagious laughter and smile, everything about him. He even bought you matching Mickey Mouse ears to wear and took you to see your favorite Disney princess. A couple weeks after, you were sitting on the couch when the topic came up.

“I think you’re hiding something,” you murmured as you were cuddling on the couch, just having finished a season of X Files. “You’ve been quiet lately.”

“I’m fine,” Josh dismissed, but you turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes.

“You’re not telling me something,” you insisted. “Josh.” There was a moment of silence.

“I didn’t want to tell you until it was official,” he sighed. “I still don’t really know for sure.”

“You’re leaving for tour,” you stated flatly. “Aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I mean, Tyler and Mark are still working out dates, but yeah.”

“When are you leaving?” you asked.

“Next month,” he explained. His voice went soft. “Or next week.”

“Next week?” your eyes went wide. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he sighed. “We wanted to surprise the fans with a tour and we’ve been practicing and stuff and we’re releasing dates tomorrow but-”

“But you just didn’t think it was important to tell me,” you muttered, obviously agitated with him.

“Y/n, it’s not like I was keeping a secret or anything,” he argued. “I just didn’t know. Okay? Please don’t be angry at me. I just, well, I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you to be mad, but I guess you already are, so, I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you took a deep breath. “I overreacted. I’m just sad to see you go. I’m going to miss you.”

“You know I’d take you along if I could,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “If Ty would let me, I’d wrap you in my arms and carry you everywhere I go. Even on stage. I’d let you sit on my lap as I play the drums, be up there on stage with me, right next to my heart.”

“You’re silly,” you rolled your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he gave a small smile.  “You know what else I’m going to miss, though?”

“What?” you raised an eyebrow.

“This body,” he smirked, grazing his hand against your side. “The way your lips feel against mine, how sweet they taste, what miracles they perform when they’re all over my skin…”

“Yeah?” you flickered your eyes up to meet him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. Josh slipped a hand underneath your shirt and up your back slowly, sliding his fingers underneath your bra and beginning to unhook it. “I think we better do a little something special before I leave, right?”

“Definitely,” you whispered.

Everything with Josh was sweet. Being with Josh was a warm cup of café coffee or a sugary tuft of carnival cotton candy. Each touch of his hand was a brushstroke of a painter, every kiss a spoonful of honey, all of his movements as if the light breeze that blows on a sunny spring day. So of course, sex with Josh was always just as sweet. “Lift your arms for me, baby,” he mumbled, slowly inching the fabric of your shirt up your arms, then taking the time to kiss you on the lips again. He trailed his mouth down your jaw, your neck, and towards your breasts, swiftly unclasping your bra and delicately sliding it from your arms as well. Undressing each other was as if performing a graceful waltz, each move just a part of the dance, every thrust of the hips a simple sashay, each roll over a graceful twirl, all movements combined in a beautiful choreography, intertwined with the symphony of your heartbeats and breathing. It was slow and simple and so raw and pure, the most amazing feeling in the world simply compacted into one human being, and he was in your arms, against your body, within you, overwhelming you and taking over, and you savored every second of it.

“I want you,” you mumbled against his neck as you bunched up his shirt and slowly slid it upwards, over his head, tossing it to the side before traveling your lips down his chest. You tugged down his shorts and he lifted you up for a moment to kiss you again, his hands finding your hips and gently sliding his thumbs underneath the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around your panties and inching them both down your thighs, his hand traveling towards your core and making you hum with delight. He brushed past your folds for a second to slide his fingers through your wetness before tugging down your leggings and panties to your ankles, helping you kick them off and then climbing on top of you, slowly grinding down on you through the fabric of his boxers. Both of you let out a slight moan and you reached for the fabric, tugging it down and letting his erection spring free, sliding them down his legs.

“Condom,” he reminded and you sighed, chewing on your lower lip as he reached towards the drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out, your eyes fixed on his movements and the pool of wetness between your legs growing as he ripped the foil open with his teeth and rolled it on over his length, repositioning himself above you and kissing you softly. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

“Please,” you murmured and he nodded, lining up with your entrance and slowly sinking in, making you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him as he went deeper inch by inch, finally filling you up to the hilt and letting out a soft moan.

Both of you began to rock back and forth, small slow thrusts making you close your eyes and tilt back your head, giving Josh access to your neck, his lips carefully placing kisses on your skin and down to your breasts, each movement so sweet and graceful. He held you in his arms as if you were fragile glass, a porcelain doll meant to be treated with upmost care, a precious jewel uncovered from the depths of the ocean. It made you feel warm and special and safe and so happy, the way his skin brushed against yours making your body relax against his, both of your movements combining into pure bliss. “Baby, I’m close,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded, both of you starting to shake and quiver in each other’s arms, each thrust of your hips gaining momentum until you both reached your climax, moaning loudly and riding out the waves of orgasm, your bodies pressed so close together until finally it settled. You were wrapped in each other’s arms for a moment before he pulled out, untangling your sweaty exhausted limbs from each other and letting Josh slide off and tie the condom, tossing it into the trash as you reached for the blankets that had fallen off the bed, covering yourself in them. Josh smirked and wrapped you in his arms, sighing.

He stared at you for a moment before closing his eyes tight. “God I’m going to miss you,” he sighed. You kissed again, pressing your lips to his for a moment before pulling away. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned. “I want you to have fun. I want you to play your heart out on stage every single night. I want you to smile. And if not for you, then for me. Promise?”

“Promise,” he agreed, kissing the top of your head. He sighed. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I am too,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

bixgirl1  asked:

Hi!! I was thinking about my favorite scenes/lines from my favorite fics and got to wondering what scenes/lines stood out to the people who wrote them. Lolol. What would you say are your top 10 favorite bits from your fics? ❤

This Ask is cruel and unusual! Which explains why it took me so long to do it. But thank you, Bix! It’s actually a really good question; it’s just not usually easy for creators to say nice things about their own work, so it’s good to be prompted to do exactly that on occasion. I will say though that I couldn’t keep this to ten. That’s not arrogance as much as the fact that I’ve written 180 stories for this fandom, and I found it difficult to narrow down that much just from the sheer volume. I got it to fifteen though! I had to break everything non-H/D down to one each in order to fit everything I wanted to, which means there’s not nearly enough femslash, Harry/Teddy, James/Al, or Sirius/Harry here, but they’re all there once at least. Anyway, enough preamble!

In no particular order, 15 favorite scenes/lines:

1. Touch Me Fall, Harry/Draco. There are two moments for me: Okay, well I’ll admit that the whole first scene still delights me. I rarely get into my own sex scenes as much as other people appear to (you know who you are too!), but this one… Boy howdy, I really really like it. Ahem. But even in just that one scene, it’s gotta be, “Let’s rattle the glass, shall we, Potter?” I’m so happy with that line, I can’t even tell you. :DDD

Also from TMF would be a line near the end at the ball when they’re dancing, and Draco says to Harry, “How did your heart grow so huge in that cupboard they kept you in?” I think I might have written ‘closet’ rather than ‘cupboard’ though, and if I could go back and reword then 'cupboard’ it would be. The sentiment doesn’t change of course. And I love how appreciative and in awe of Harry’s capacity to love and forgive and hope Draco is in that moment – and he’s feeling it directed at himself.

2. So I really love Daddy!kink when it’s done a certain way. And I really love Harry/Teddy. Put those two things together and you’ve got Simple as It Is, Complicated as You Need. I have to admit that I love that whole story and how it came out! But there’s this one moment (which I should probably warn for here – I mean don’t read this if either of the above two things squicks you and just skip on down to #3, k?) There’s this moment when they’re in role and Harry’s fucking him, and Teddy says, all innocent, “Is it going to spurt inside like last time?” And man, that line was so hot to me that I literally gave Harry my own exact reaction after having written it. His eyes roll shut and he groans, “God yes.” So yeah, in that moment, Harry was all me! Hahaha! :P

Honestly, I love Harry in this story: so in control, so Toppy and Dommy in his “bank shoes” (I love that detail), and I looooove that he uses Legilimency to plant Daddy scenes in Teddy’s head after Teddy is a bit of a shit and taunts him in a public place where Harry can’t properly chastise him. I’m super pleased with how the whole dynamic turned out and with the pacing of the piece.

3. Weeds or Wildflowers, Harry/Draco. I’m not sure I can pick a line or scene on this one. What I loved more was just bouncing back and forth between Shelly’s scenes and mine, especially with those first dates where she’s being really funny and then I got to play off her humor with my own, and we’d get on the phone after we’d read one another’s parts and just laugh our asses off and start planning the next scene. And ngl, it was pretty awesome writing the big sex scene and sending it to her and getting a puddle of nnnnggghhh in response. ;) ;) And while I’m referencing the sex, I do think I have a favorite line where that’s concerned: “You like me rough, Malfoy?“

Ahem, okay!

4. In the Shadow of Your Heart, Harry/Draco. I gotta go with Harry Apparating into Draco’s shower, naked with his wand. I agree with Draco: It’s a damned good look on him. ;) But I also love the scene when they wake in the middle of the night and talk about nightmares and the war and in the midst of all this angst and rising tension, they get the giggles.

5. Entropy to Ecstasy, Harry/Draco. Which is a second person POV story told almost entirely through rimming. \o/ I love that moment when Harry’s having his, what do you call, stag night? at the Hog’s Head, and Draco just happens to be there having a drink, and after Harry’s friends all leave, Harry just gives Draco this look and then goes upstairs to a room. Draco follows him, and I don’t even think there are any words; Harry has left the door ajar, and Draco just walks in and they go at it. I love that.

6. Get a Room, Harry/Draco, for drunk slow dancing with Harry’s hands in Draco’s back pockets and Harry flipping off Ron during for suggesting they need to get a room. Honestly, I’d been daydreaming about this scene for weeks prior to actually writing it. Oh plus, trying to have anal sex over the arm of the sofa and Harry explaining drunkenly to an unfortunate Pansy who walks in on it, that he couldn’t get his dick in. Hahaha!

7. High Heels (have got me falling down on my knees), Ginny/Millicent, for Ginny flicking open the buttons on Millicent’s blouse one by one with her wand, for the garter belts, the on-the-desk cunnilingus, the whole butch/femme dynamic. I’m just really enamored of this one.

8. nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,  Albus Severus/James Sirius. This was tough, because this list wouldn’t be right if I didn’t include at least one James/Al, but I literally could have picked any of them because I think I love them equally. Also, they tend to be one shots and so many of them *are* just one scene in the first place. I picked this one at random, but I really do like James being this unrepentant bottom and loving bottoming and loving doing it for his own brother. There are a couple lines that I especially love:

“Come up my arse, you sick little bastard,” James urged him, knowing it’s what his brother needed to hear. He needed to be forced to face their transgressions. He’d come harder this way. He’d fill James up.


He didn’t watch as Al prepared to sneak back out his own window.
But then Al called, “See you back out there.”
James lifted his gaze, saw his brother straddling the window sill, his Radiohead t-shirt slightly askew, and he said, “I’m so bloody sore, Albus.”

(Because I might have a thing for whoever bottoms liking being used, used well and often, and then being sore from it.)

Ahem! Moving on.

9. Right Hand Red, Harry/Draco: Harry in his big gay chair with what’s left of his throbbing gay erection. My heart! :D Also, just those moments when they’re on top of one another during the Twister and they realize they’re both hard. Then the scene with the kissing in Spinning the Bottle. I love that kiss! Then the shower when Draco runs the backs of his fingers over the trail of hair beneath Harry’s navel down to his crotch and says, “I like this.” I love the simplicity of that.

10. check this hand 'cause I’m marvelous, Harry/Draco: The lap dance. I mean, who doesn’t want to see a proud-to-be-super-gay Draco Malfoy lose a bet on purpose so he can give Harry a lap dance in front of everyone?! (Okay, well I do.)

11. Vocabulary, Harry/Draco. It’s only 365 words, but it’s one of those stories where I feel like every word is exactly how I want it, even still.

12. let me see you stripped (down to the bone), Harry/Draco: The over-the-pants blowjob that first time they actually have sex on stage. Gggguh!

13. Side-Along, Harry/Draco: “Fuck!” Draco spat, looking around himself in disbelief.
Potter turned to him and crossed his arms. “By any chance is your life malfunctioning?”

Still one of my favorite lines I’ve ever written! Plus, that sex scene with Draco draped over the bike…


14. Burning the Ground, Harry/Draco: Because all the motherfucking KNOTTING. And the rimming. And the circling they do before they get to it – unf!

15. Not Waving but Drowning, Sirius/Harry: “Sirius’ mouth was sooty and hot. Harry’s clothes rent in his hands, blistering the silence. Harry gasped into his mouth.” To be fair though, I really love how this entire thing turned out. It’s rare, I think, to feel like you get exactly what you wanted to say said in 1k, but this is one of those times.

16. I’m saving this slot for my Erised. So I’ll let you know after reveals. ;)

Thanks again for the Ask, Bix! I’m sorry it took me so long!


Wanna One x Wanna City ep 4 [ENG]

Reactions: Spoiler alert!

  • Maknae line riding the paper on the 1st try: They are truly golden maknaes. Every single one of them. And the Jinhwi + Panwink piggy-backing!!! I love that PJH carried GL lolol~ 
  • Hyung line thinking they outwitted their maknaes: This is 1000% my favorite part out of this entire show so far. I swear I rewatched it at least 10 diff times and have reblogged every post about it. BEST MOMENT.
  • Hyung line singing on the stairs: The fact that they can sing so well so out of breath says a lot. But seriously, I would be so happy if they had a karaoke night or something
  • Daniel perking up at Minhyun saying ‘alcohol’: There’s my fellow alcohol lover (^_^)~ but I guess we know how Nu’est likes to party now don’t we? ;)
  • Daniel scolding Seongwoo after the pingpong relay: Daniel will not only sell his soul but also abandon Ongniel for food. What is love when dinner is on the line?
Fuck understaffed restaraunts

So, I very recently started working at a pizza restaraunt that is located in a building that used to be a movie theatre. On maybe my second night working there, we had an event: a shadowcast of a certain cult favorite musical where the audience yells lines at the performing cast and what not. Anyways, the people who come to see that filled up an ENTIRE room, and the only people on staff were me and my bartender.

So, I’m running absolutely ragged, trying to keep on top of at least 100 people who are all getting cocktails and pizzas and other menu items, in the pitch black, with a movie being played behind me and people constantly screaming things at the screen. Partway through the show, my manager manages to grab me and directs me to a new table, who apparently didn’t have cash on them to pay for their event tickets, so I was supposed to add the price of their tickets to their check. They order some sodas and burgers, check comes out to around $50, no big deal.

As the show goes on, I make multiple rounds of the dark room asking every single table if they were doing alright, mainly getting ignored, whatever. When things start finishing up, I print out checks for all the tables that I had taken, and go around giving them out. Note that everybody who got a check from me looked me in the eyes and acknowledged me (amazing, I know.)

When the show ends, I grab a mic from the cast and make an announcement, telling everybody who had received their check in the little black check book to pay me, and everyone who didn’t to go settle their bill at the bar. I get all my books back eventually, no problem.

Except for the three dudes who came in late. They were GONE. No one saw them leave and no one knew who they were. So, I’m freaking out, because this was a new job and I’ve been a server for 4+ years now and only had like 2 walkouts in my entire career. The bill eventually got voided, but my manager gave me all sorts of shit for “letting them get away”. Like, lady, I don’t have eyes in the back of my head, and I’m just one person. I can’t keep track of literally every single person in this restaraunt by myself.

And a bit of a kicker? It’s now over a week later and she’s STILL giving me flack for it, saying that if she had her way she would take that $50 out of my pay. My pay pretty much only comes out of tips, and guess what? A restaraunt making a server pay for a walkout from their tips is ILLEGAL. Geez.

Also, we apparently got a phone call from a party of 8 who had attended the show and apparently got “no service.” Which is bull, because I asked EVERYBODY if they wanted anything. Plus, it was obvious that I was running around like a headless chicken, so like, don’t bitch about an obviously understaffed event. The bar was three feet away from the stage, if you wanted stuff you could have easily gone and ordered over there.

anonymous asked:

Deep friendships with MC and rfa + v + saeran! I crave deep friendships between characters, and I'd love to see this! Thank you!

This is such a sweet request anonny, I love it! Being friends with any of the Mystic Messenger characters would be awesome because they’re all so great! I didn’t add Jaehee since I answered a similar request about having a deep friendship with her yesterday! I really hope that you enjoy!! :)

Side Note: I will not be posting any headcanons tomorrow! I’m taking the day off for my birthday and having a huge birthday party just kidding I’m probably going to stay in bed all day and play Fire Emblem but I’ll periodically check my asks box in case anything major happens! I’ll resume posting headcanons on Sunday. Thank you for understanding and I hope that you all have a wonderful day!! ^^


  • Yoosung has had plenty of friends in the past but none could compare to the deep friendship that he shared with you
  • Your friendship with him blossomed when one day you defended Yoosung when the rest of the members scolded him for always slacking off
  • From that day on, you and Yoosung would spend a lot of time together and go to fun places, especially when either one of you were upset
  • He loved taking you to the arcade to show off his gaming skills, but was shocked when you beat him in a couple of the games
  • Yoosung would often invite you over to his apartment when he needed help studying and even started to steadily improve his grades thanks to your help
  • If anyone ever made you upset or cry, Yoosung would comfort the heck out of you with lots of supportive encouragements and hugs
  • In return, if Yoosung ever felt upset, you give him the biggest hug ever and play some LOLOL with him (you would always let him win so that he’d feel better)
  • Yoosung realized how lucky he was to have you, you never yelled at him for his lifestyle and you supported him in whatever he chose to do, making you the greatest friend he could ever ask for


  • Zen was surrounded by people who were his fans and co-actors, but he would always be grateful to have a best friend like you
  • He had always seen you more as a little sister who needed her big brother to explain to you how dangerous other men could be since they’re wolves
  • Your support during the entire Echo Girl ordeal is really when your friendship with Zen took off, making the rest history
  • One of Zen’s favorite things to to do with you was to go over his script lines with you
  • He would always get a good laugh in when you tired to act out the part, telling you that you should leave the acting to him
  • Of course he’d stop laughing whenever you’d give him a slap across his arm
  • Calling you late at night to talk about a vivid dream that he had was also common when you’d become friends with Zen, he always felt safe around you to tell you his crazy dreams in detail
  • Zen was incredibly thankful to have a best friend like you in his life who’d listen to his issues and help him out when needed so he’d always make sure to be there for you whenever you needed him


  • Jumin never thought that he needed to have friends in his life in order to be happy
  • Sure he had V, but he was usually out on “buisiness trips” and even though he’d never admit it, Jumin felt like he was all alone at times
  • That is until you showed up and began to be more friendly towards Jumin, no judging him about his wealth, car obsession, or personality
  • Jumin loved whenever you came over to his penthouse and discuss business ideas with him, usually with a glass of wine or cup of tea
  • But you also became a pillar of support for Jumin, he’d sometimes end up talking to you until morning about his life and just how overwhelming it could be
  • He also loved to take you out to lunch during his own lunch break and rant to you about how some idiotic a few of his employees are
  • In return, Jumin would always be a phone call away if you needed absolutely anything at all, which ranged from if you needed a driver to pick you up because you have a flat tire to throwing someone in jail for life if they messed with you
  • Jumin could be a little awkward around the edges to have as a friend, but once the two of you did become friends, you both knew that you had each other’s backs, something that in Jumin’s mind qualified you as best friend material


  • Seven really never had a true best friend before until he had met you
  • Of course he’d joke around on the messenger with the other members, but you saw through his 707 mask and only saw the real Saeyoung
  • He was nervous at first to be friends with you, since he didn’t want the hacking agency to harm you, but you assured him that you were fine
  • After that, you and Seven would spend tons of time together doing all kinds of random things
  • The two of you would go to movies but he’d end up getting bored halfway through and left with you, went to the video game store to find some multiplayer games, and even went to the planetarium together
  • But most importantly to Seven, you’d listen to his problems and fears, you’d always be there to envelope him in a big hug whenever he needed to let it all out and cry
  • He’d always have your back and listened to your problems in return, Seven would keep an eye on you when he knew that you were going out at night to ensure your safety
  • Seven would forever be appreciative to have a best friend like you in his life, he really doesn’t know how he functioned without you being there for him and him there for you


  • V, out of everyone in the RFA, needed a friend more than anyone
  • So when you came into the messenger and treated V with respect and a positive attitude, V immediately wanted to be your friend because of your kind-heart and he just really needed someone in his life to be kind and encourage him
  • Having someone like you who would actually listen to the poor boy and give him helpful advice was something that made V so incredibly happy and he would make sure to always return the favor in any way that he could because he wanted to share his happiness
  • When he noticed you getting stressed out or sad, V would take you out to a cafe or show you some of his nature photos to help clear your mind
  • He would genuinely laugh and be happy with you and he would always try his best to do the same with you
  • If anyone tried to hurt or talk down on you, V would hire some security guards to take them down because no one messes with V’s friends
  • V would always be eternally grateful to have you as his best friend, he’d constantly make sure to tell you how much of a positive impact you’ve made on his life


  • Saeran was always apprehensive when it came to having friends
  • Everyone in his life had betrayed or abused him at some point, except you, you were different
  • You accept Saeran, you never based your judgement on him because of his past actions and you sincerely wanted to be his friend
  • It took time by soon enough, you and Saeran had become each other’s best friends
  • The sweets shoppe was basically yours and Saeran’s second home, the two of you went there all of the time to try new kinds of candies
  • If Saeran was having a rough day you’d always be there to gently rub his back and tell him sweet words of comfort and praise
  • He opened up to you since he developed a deep trust with you, telling you everything and anything about his life and his emotions
  • But Saeran would always be there for you in return and even though he wasn’t the best with his words, Saeran definitely became one of the best huggers you’ve ever met
  • Saeran could never thank you enough for being his best friend, but the two of you made a pinky promise to always be there for each other no matter what

anonymous asked:

Hobi + 31 :')

[ ˌdɛsɪˈdɪərɪəm ]
noun; a powerful desire or yearning.

Prompt: “I love your lips“
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Smut
Count:  2.369 words

warnings: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, oral sex, dirty talk

The neon yellow suit of Walter White takes the whole screen and you turn your head towards Hoseok as he intently stares at the tv, this being the very first time he witnesses the greatness that is called “Breaking Bad.” You, on the other hand, know every line by heart by now, having binged watched the entire show more times than you care to admit.
You smile to yourself as his eyes widen in surprise at the sudden turn of events, your heart filling with contentment for both his proximity and the fact that he’s very much enjoying one of your favorite TV-series.
It’s Friday night and as usual, you are spending it in what became famous as “Netflix and chill”, which, if you have to be completely honest, is your favorite type of date.
You rest your head on his shoulder and hum as his scent fills your nostrils - a hint of sandal and vanilla that is now the epitome of paradise for you.

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timeandspacelord  asked:

Legit anything to do with The Princess Bride. Also Disney movies. Or just like the Rampion crew with popular second era literature and movies. (Can you imagine, everytime they get together, one night is set aside as movie night?)

Oh, I’m sure movie nights do figure in to their get-togethers from time to time. However, I feel like they’d often end up being spontaneous affairs, brought on by the too-tired-to-do-anything-but-too-keyed-up-to-sleep state that follows big events like the Peace Ball or the food comas that come with gigantic holiday dinners.

  • It works best when these movie nights happen at Kai’s palace because it has its own theater with lots of space and comfy seats and a kitchen staff to supply the popcorn and soda.
    • However, they make do at Scarlet’s by crowding up on the couch and the floor surrounding it. And Wolf makes some pretty mean popcorn.
  • Depending on who’s in attendence—since it’s pretty rare for everyone to get together at once—choosing a movie can be an adventure in and of itself. Because even if they do decide to limit themselves to second era movies (Cress’s idea) for a night, there are some strong differences of opinion.
    • Thorne wants swashbuckling adventure films like Indiana Jones or The Mummy, for obvious reasons. Cress can sometimes be swayed into voting with him, but she’s also partial to rom coms and can argue quite fiercely for her own choices.
    • Scarlet and Wolf don’t particularly care, but Wolf is partial to action movies because he likes snorting at how ridiculous they are and how the protagonist “punches wrong.”
    • Kai wants witty comedies, Cinder likes sci-fi like Star Wars/Trek, Jacin is all about documentaries (he rarely wins that one), and Winter loves fantasy and fairy tales like the legendary Princess Bride (though, to be honest, all of them are fond of that one) or Stardust.
    • Iko is a wild card…she’s been known to vote in all of those categories, depending entirely on her mood at the time. But she’s very fond of Disney movies, particularly the animated ones (Tangled and Mulan are great favorites).
  • Iko is one of those people who talks during movies because she just has so many thoughts and she’s gotta voice them! Though, she does quiet down when Cinder starts throwing bits of popcorn at her.
  • Scarlet often spends movie night curled up in Wolf’s lap because “it saves space.” Except she still does that even when they’re at Kai’s and there’s PLENTY of space.
  • Winter memorizes lines she likes almost instantly and weaves them into her conversations for days afterwards. Some are slightly altered to fit with what’s going on in her day (”Have fun storming the press conference, Cinder.”) and some are just plain ‘ole quotes (”Inconceivable!”), but she always says them with a broad, mischievous grin.

overwatchneedsyou  asked:

Howdy!! Love your blog. Can I get some Hanzo and Genji body worship? Drabble or headcanon, whichever comes to mind first. They both need more lovin' Thanks! <3

Genji adored his older brother immensely. He often found himself staring at him at every hour of the day. No matter what the young heir was up to, Genji found beauty in it. He loved to watch Hanzo when he was at work, whether it be his studies, training, or meeting with the elders. He always had such strong features, looking focused with his brows furrowed and mouth In a tight line. His hair was usually tied up, save for a few strands that would slip out and escape on his face. Even his body language was very closed off, keeping himself at a level of respect where few dared to speak with him unless totally necessary.

Going on an entire day wound up tighter than the string of his favorite bow, Hanzo often secluded himself in his quarters for the evenings. The only person who dared to break his solitude was Genji. The younger brother knew his brother well, far more than any sibling likely should. He was the one who often brightened his nights when a day seemed to drag on endlessly for the heir. Today was no exception to this. Genji had spotted Hanzo being scolded by their father earlier today, which had made his blood boil. He couldn’t stand the way he treated Hanzo, having him on such a suffocating leash that it was a shock he hadn’t been choked to death yet.

While Hanzo had learned to keep his emotions in check and keep from expressing them, he wasn’t perfect. Genji knew the little signs of his brother. He had seen the way his bottom lip quivered as their father yelled at him. He knew the man wanted to shed tears, but that would have made matters worse. The rest of the day, Genji felt furious. He wanted to soothe the ache and pain that his brother felt, even if no one else could tell he was hurt. As the sun fell on Hanamura, Hanzo locked himself away in his room for the night.

Hanzo had just finished bathing, his hair still damp with a towel around his waist. He heard the sounds of knocking at his door, much to his displeasure. He clears his throat to speak. “I don’t require anything at the moment. Please, leave me alone. I have had a long day and would like to rest.” He spoke very formal, assuming one of their many servants had come to check up on him. Yet, he was proven wrong by the too familiar snicker he heard, followed by his door being slid open without his consent.

“Resting this early in the night? How old are you again, Hanzo?” Genji teases his brother with a grin, closing the door being him and making sure to lock it. He noted the lack of clothing his brother wore, which was just a nice bonus he hadn’t been expecting to see. He had already changed for the night, sweats and an old shirt on top for bed.

“Unlike you, I actually had work to do. So, I’m a bit tired and sore. Now, what do you want?” He asks in a tired tone of voice, wanting to get to the point. He wasn’t a small talk type of person. While he waits for an answer, he tries to grab his clothes for bed but is stopped. Genji has grabbed him, slipping his arms around his waist and pressing his face into his neck. He can feel his breath against his neck, causing goosebumps to cover his arms and legs.

“Shhh, don’t be like that. It’s just us, Hanzo. You can talk to me and tell me anything. Is something wrong?” He wanted to ask about their father from this morning, but he was sure Hanzo would deny anything if he asked directly. Genji can feel the way his brother’s breathing starts to pick up before he heaves a heavy sigh. He can feel him loosen up, shaking his head. “No, nothing is wrong. I’m simply sore. I pulled something in my back while sparring today.”

Genji is satisfied enough with the answer, though wishes for more than physical pain. He presses a couple of kisses to his neck, smiling as Hanzo shivers. He had him around his finger, and both of them knew it. Ever since they started this relationship of sorts, Hanzo’s pride was easy to melt away with the littlest touches and affection from his younger brother. “Lay down on your stomach and take off the towel. I’ll massage your back, okay?” Hanzo has no reason to decline, so he accepts and does as he is told. Grabbing a bottle of lotion from the bathroom first, Genji goes to tower over him.

He coats his hands in the lotion and starts to work his magic. He rubs at his shoulders, feeling the knots under the skin. He doesn’t miss the soft groan from Hanzo as he starts to knead away. Genji knew his brother deserves this and much more. He would put him on a pedestal if he could, never having to lift a finger in his life. A man as beautiful and wonderful as Hanzo shouldn’t have to obey the elders. At least, that was what Genji thought. “You’re so pretty, brother. Your skin is so flawless, smooth and soft to the touch.” He whispers, going to lean down and kiss at his neck again. He presses many pecks around the top of his back while his hands went lower.

Hanzo gasps a few times as he would hit a nerve, making him squirm under his touch. This really was hitting the spot, but he was more into all the sweet talk. Genji was relentless, praising him like no one else. “Hanzo, you’re perfect. I don’t even know where to start.” Genji goes to kiss down his back, his hands going lower to rub and squeeze his waist. He rubbed in circles, smiling as Hanzo let out a faint moan. His kisses were going all over his neck, shoulders, back, and stopping at his waist. “I guess I can mention your perky little ass, yeah? I could squeeze it all day.” He teases, hands grabbing large handfuls of the cheeks.

“G-Genji! Hah, that’s not my back-” He is cut off as Genji leans forward and turns his head to kiss him. He doesn’t want to hear any complaints while he’s at work. Hanzo probably didn’t think he deserved all this praise, but Genji knew he truly did. His hands keep squeezing his ass while he’s kissing him, but they start to go lower. “Thanks for reminding me about your lips. They’re such a pretty pink and the best pair I’ve ever kissed. I could spend hours just kissing you on repeat, brother. Don’t you agree?” He hears him take a sharp breath as one of his hands slip between his thighs and parts them.

Genji gently massages and squeezes the inner thighs, feeling him shake underneath him. He wanted to touch Hanzo all over, and he planned to. His hands rub those thighs, scooting dangerously closer to his cock. Hanzo hadn’t meant to be aroused, but his body was so damn close. Every word he said sent shivers down his spine, along with the kisses. His touches were getting far too risqué to be considered a massage too. “Your thighs? So soft and squishy. I almost want to put my face in between them, but maybe later…” He chuckles, a hand slipping under him.

The moan that leaves Hanzo’s throat is loud, filling the room up. He could feel Genji’s hand wrapped around his cock, making him arch upwards. He pressed his ass back against Genji’s waist, making him smirk. “Lets not forgot your dick. Always so hard for me only. You really do know how to make a man feel special.” He was pressed up against him, whispering and nibbling by his ear as his hand starts to move. He strokes him real slow, making the elder brother groan. He starts to grind against his ass, letting Hanzo feel the lack of underwear he was wearing under his sweats.

“Hnnngh…G-Genji, you’re so good to me..” He lets out a soft whine of approval. He was eating up all the praise, following his lead as he was told to get on his hands and knees properly. Genji’s spare hand found its way around to the front, going to squeeze at one of his plump pectorals. He heard the sharp whine fall from his brother’s lips, well aware of their sensitivity. “Lets not forgot these. You have such cute breasts and nipples to match. So soft…” He takes turns with which one he squeezes with his hand, twisting the pink nipples between his fingers one at a time.

The hand on his cock kept getting faster, running his thumb over the head a couple of times. Hanzo was all choked out moans and whines, eyes starting to water. His face was flushed with red, shaking all over like a leaf. “Are you going to cum soon? Go on, just let go. You deserve it….” He purrs in his ear, watching Hanzo lose his composure even more. It doesn’t take much longer before he hits his orgasm. He grinds his ass back against the outline of Genji’s erection, releasing into his hand while sweet praises were being sung into his ear.

Genji listens to him pant, removing his hand from his cock. He smiles bright, going to turn Hanzo over and give him loads of kisses before finally taking his lips. He kept the kisses going and going until they needed to stop to breathe.

“Genji, thank you. Please, let me help you back…” Hanzo meets his gaze, a hand going to slip under his sweats. This earns him a chuckle and nod.

“Go ahead.”

Exclusive: TWICE Reveals Their Goals And Expresses Excitement For Their First Studio Album

On October 30, TWICE held a press showcase ahead of their first studio album “Twicetagram.”

To kick off the event, the group performed “Signal” and “Knock Knock,” their hit title tracks from earlier this year.

TWICE then finally revealed their newest title track “Likey,” a bright future electro pop track with trendy lyrics. It is co-written by Black Eyed Pilseung, who previously created their hits “Like OOH-AHH,” “Cheer Up,” and “TT.”

When asked what their main focus was for “Likey,” Jihyo revealed, “We felt that we cannot lose TWICE’s unique color, which we believe is bright, healthy, and upbeat. [Our title tracks] also each have a signature point.” She added, “Our fans also really liked the dance break in ‘Like OOH-AHH,’ so we incorporated that, as well.”

TWICE was asked about their goals for the new album. Jihyo shared that the goal she set at the beginning of the year was to release their first studio album, and she is extremely happy that it has now been achieved. They are very thankful for music show wins, but now her main goal is to continue doing concerts and performances to interact with fans. Jeongyeon commented, “We have a lot of members, and my goal is for all nine of us to be healthy and be able to perform together.” Sana really enjoyed performing at lots of events and festivals during the “Cheer Up” era, so she hopes to do so again with “Likey.”

On having a solo dance break for the first time in “Likey,” Momo shared that she felt a bit burdened. However, she worked hard on creating the choreography with a dance teacher, and she is happy that her choreography is part of the title track.

Nayeon then praised Momo on her excellent dancing and commented, “People might not know because of our more cute concepts since ‘Cheer Up.’ I hope people will realize how great of a dancer she is.”

Besides “Likey,” “Twicetagram” contains 12 additional tracks, with member participation in a few, as well. Nayeon and Jihyo wrote the lyrics for “24/7,” Jeongyeon for “Love Line,” and Chaeyoung for “Don’t Give Up.” Jihyo shared that they have never formally been taught on writing lyrics, but she believes this allowed for lyrics that express themselves better.

When asked to select their favorite tracks from the album, Tzuyu chose “Don’t Give Up,” Chaeyoung, Mina, and Momo chose “Turtle,” Dahyun chose “You in My Heart,” Jihyo chose “Jaljayo Good Night,” Jeongyeon chose “Love Line,” and Nayeon chose “Missing U.” Sana expressed excitement for the entire album.

Epik High and Im Chang Jung recently made comebacks and shared that their children are fans of TWICE. When asked how they feel about competing and being compared with such artists, Jihyo responded that it is an incredible honor to even be mentioned together. Jeongyeon also revealed that Im Chang Jung’s children attended TWICE’s fan meeting recently, which they were very thankful for.

As TWICE has been together for over two years since “SIXTEEN,” they were asked which member has changed or improved the most. Jihyo shared that Momo used to be very shy, but she changed a lot while being roommates with Jeongyeon and now expresses herself very well.

Nayeon chose Mina and explained, “Mina’s voice used to be very quiet and appeared to lack confidence.” She then expressed pride in how far Mina has come, now confidently singing the important chorus part in “Likey.”

On their explosive popularity in Japan, Sana revealed that they were amazed and thankful for the attention even before their Japanese debut and commented, “We believe that it was made possible thanks to the road paved by our seniors like KARA and Girls’ Generation.”


I stay rooted in places
I can no more call mine
Your name still echoes here
Behind forgotten smell and familiar void

I wore that shirt
You loved so much
To try and hold you close 
As if our memories were 
Still buried in its pockets. 

I tucked a bit of our memories 
In those old frames of my mind 
A little more of nostalgia 
In your favorite coffee 

I wish it didn’t taste so bitter 
I wish it didn’t burn my throat 
I wish these tears would stop, 
But this wound keeps bleeding. 

And may be that’s how 
this time works 
A journey between closed 
and empty hands 

Like the ticking of a clock 
Every sweep brings me closer 
To letting you go, I only miss 
The way it felt, so much hope 
An entire galaxy in my palms. 

And now the lines on this hand 
Blurry and scarred 
Nothing to bring you here 
Just left it all to let it go 

Scattered like diamonds 
Shimmer in the night sky 
Polaris winking brightly 
He leads me back to hope.

A spontaneous Sunday collaboration between me and my lovely friend @drearydaffodil. The ones in italics are mine and the rest by her. Well this was fun. She somehow managed to turn it into a positive one. 

Memories Remain

Day Five of Adrinette Month is Coffee Shop AU!!  This drabble takes place when our heros are in university. It assumes that Adrien never went to school with Marinette and her friends. While writing this, I listened to Coffee Shop by BAP, which I think fits pretty well. I hope you enjoy!

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Adrien didn’t mind the night shift. It was quiet. Generally only one or two customers came in during the late hours, and Adrien spent his spare time reading behind the counter. 

Tonight was no different. It was about midnight, and the only other person in the shop was one of his daytime shift regulars. She was a very pretty university student who lived nearby. Normally, she came by in the mornings for a caramel macchiato before class. They rarely spoke more than a few words to one another, but he always remembered her. She had long, black hair and big, bright blue eyes that reminded him of another girl that used to make his heart pound. 

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#Just some Lucio Thoughts

-He becomes so angry sometimes that he just has to throw something. The last time he didn’t and punched a wall instead, he broke his hand. 
      >He prefers to throw glass because he likes the sound it makes.
               >He has never thrown something at someone directly. To the side of them, yes. But never directly at them.

-In boredom, he sets his head down on a table and just stares at his bird. Having a one-sided conversation.
      >Th first time it spoke back he stood up from the table so fast and yelled out loud. Throwing his arms up in a “y” pose.

-Singing hen doing work had become a habit. Not just little humming either. As he’s hunched over papers you bet your ass he belts out a line in whatever opera is in his head at the moment.
        (Note: I’m assuming operas exist.)

-His favorite things to read are fantastical stories about heros and monsters. 
      >He’s a slow reader due to attention problems.

-One time he ate a full hot pepper just to impress his guests.
      >Afterwards he excused himself to deal with something and proceeded to drink an entire bottle of wine to help the burn.
                   >It did not help and he was red for the rest of the night.

-His dogs bring him more comfort than most would really realize.
       >If he needs to cry, he buries his face into their fur and cries.
                   >Of course he doesn’t cry though. “He’s a man, dammit”! /s

Michaela is my favorite and here are some of my reasons why:
  1. She set the bar for what needed to be done to win the trophy, and continued to work her ass off for it throughout the entire first half of season one.
  2. She doesn’t let others invalidate her feelings. The very first line we hear from her is, "Do not tell me how to feel right now!“
  3. She has the best outfits. I especially love all her dresses and jackets. 
  4. She makes dramatic courtroom entrances.
  5. Even though she was terrified out of her mind on the first murder night she was still able to come up with the perfect lie to get the campus security guard off their backs. 
  6. She’s a sloppy drunk with ridiculous dance moves and apparently no filter.
  7. She’s a leader. She lead the charge against Rebecca in season one, got everyone to gang up on Bonnie demanding answers in season two and lead the walkout on Annalise. 
  8. She cares about the others. She was concerned about how looking into Asher’s father would affect him, and was the only one to think to offer him condolences when his father died. She also was the only one upset about Nate’s arrest. She spent 3B looking after Laurel (though not for totally unselfish reasons) and has been there for Connor more than he deserves. I wish she had shown more concern for Wes though. 
  9. She can be petty and childish, mimicking people and telling them they can’t sit with her. 
  10. She knows how to shut people down. It’s a wonder Drake still shows his face on campus after the dressing down she gave him, and the pawnshop owner didn’t know what hit him. 
  11. She’s courageous. She stayed in the house with Rebecca on murder night 1.0 (and even tried to talk down Sam when he was trying to breakdown the bathroom door) and put herself in danger trying to protect both Laurel and Connor. 
  12. She knows when to put herself first, and isn’t afraid to walkout on those demanding more of her. 
  13. She tried to use Sam’s death to get out of a final. 
  14. She goes after what she wants, both in her professional and personal life. She’s so driven. 

Onto Jungkook, our sweet lil maknae I’m v v excited for this I’m loving this concept (also it’s almost my love’s birthday and I am s o ready for it I have shit planned and ready to go I’m so prepared)

  • Okay but Kook is lowkey the opposite of Jimin when it comes to this
  • Kook is what they call the “sudden strike”
  • Jimin takes his time to get to know everyone, find the best way to do it without causing a scene but Jungkook just cuts straight to the chase
  • Jimin really lures his hits into it, getting them to trust him before he goes for the kill but Kook’s hits never really see him before the night they’re assassinated
  • Okay okay but real quick, picture this
  • Assassin!kook wears the infamous black leather pants and boots

  • Like everyone around him is dressed up in suits and ties but he’s just got a nice shirt on and his favorite leather pants and his worn in boots and no one says anything about it bc he carries himself as if he’s wearing the finest suit ever made

  • He rarely goes to events (he does make sure to come to random ones just so people don't realize that whenever he shows up, someone “disappears”)
  • He normally spends the entire night secretly talking to his hit (he tries his best to make sure not too many people see him talking to them bc less witnesses = less pointed fingers)
  • He always finds a way to get them to leave the event, normally using the line of “let me walk you to your car, you never know what’s out there this late at night”
  • He’s definitely not as social as chim is so when you suddenly appear at one of the dinner parties, he’s not at all surprised bc he sees people come and go all the time
  • He is curious about you though bc you’re talking to one of the richest bank owners in the country so casually and that’s not an easy thing to do so he asks Jimin about you
  • Surprisingly even chim doesn’t really know anything about you, just your name and that you started showing up three weeks ago
  • He had to admit he thought you were pretty cute, you seemed close to his age which was rare in a room full of people who were all 40+
  • He went up to you after the dinner and just started talking to you, trying to use some of chim’s tactics in getting to know you better
  • He may have thrown in a few flirty lines here and there and you may have returned them
  • By the end of the night, he had your number saved and the promise of dinner on Friday
  • He somehow finds himself sneaking out onto date after date after date and the next thing he knows, he’s moving into an apartment with you
  • He does have to eventually tell the boys why he doesn’t stay over at the dorm as often and to his surprise, they’re actually pretty supportive
  • Their only advice is to not get too wrapped up into it bc he is an assassin after all and he has to be able to flee at any sign of someone catching onto their game
  • He can’t do that if he’s too busy being a lovesick puppy but he can’t help it bc you’re just slowly wrapping him around your finger
  • It isn’t until you two have been together for two years that he gets a call from Namjoon at 3 in the morning, your name coming out of the leader’s mouth
  • Kook just honestly feels sick to his stomach and is just like you have to be mistaken like no no n o p e I refuse to accept this
  • Unfortunately the person requested him specifically and they were offering up a lot of money for it  
  • In all the time you two have been together, waking up and falling asleep with each other every single night and day, you don’t know about his secret job and he doesn’t know about yours
  • Little does he know, you’re an assassin from an equally popular group and you’d just gotten a call from your own leader telling you someone was gonna pay a l o t of money to put a hit on Jungkook
  • Neither of you can really decline it without admitting the reason why
  • You’d both broken rule number one of “don’t fall in love” and it was a deadly rule to break
  • You decide it’s best just to leave him, to run, maybe change your hair, definitely change your name and just try to avoid having to assassinate your boyfriend bc not happening
  • Unfortunately, just as you’re packing up your weapons, he comes in to ask something about what movie you’d watch that night and then he just pauses
  • He doesn’t give any type of reaction and you’re just stood there frozen bc not only does he see a knife in your hand, he also sees you packing all of your things
  • He doesn’t make any move before he dives for his drawer (where he keeps his own weapons hidden)
  • You think he’s going for the phone on the nightstand so you immediately just have to grab him and try to hold him down while you’re frantically telling him you can explain
  • He manages to get the drawer open but then you look inside to see his stash of weapons and you’re just like uhm pardon excuse me??
  • You two have to sit down and admit that you’re both assassins and like you’re both lowkey upset the other kept such a huge secret but you also both understand why bc you did it too
  • He gets over it pretty quickly when he sees Namjoon calling him for a status report (kook had been stalling for an entire week and normally he had the job done within 24 hours so joon was h i g h l y suspicious) 
  • He just grabs the spare bag and starts packing bc we gotta go nOW
  • He doesn’t have enough time to actually say goodbye so he just calls Namjoon and gets him to put him on speaker so everyone can hear him explain he’s out
  • Much to lil maknae’s surprise, they all agree to help him and tell him they’ll meet him at the new city they’d call home with different names and hairstyles
  • It honestly warms his heart and he’s just so happy he doesn’t have to choose between you and them anymore and he agrees to send them updates
  • You all move into a different city ready to start a new life

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This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @findingbetty work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

Find findingbetty on AO3.

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

My name is Annabel and I’m in the twenties club. I hail from the far reaches of New Zealand, a place every bit as green and beautiful they tell you. I’m technically a lawyer, though recently I retired at the ripe old age of 24 and ran away to Australia. Beyond examining the intricacies of my existential crisis, I’m a competitive rower. I also really like bagels.

3. What do you never leave home without?

I suppose my phone…depressing though that is. I wish I could at least say, like, my keys - if only to imply I can live a fulfilling life without my phone - but I locked myself out of my apartment twice last week. So that would be a lie.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Extra early bird. The kind that loves to hate getting up at 6am every morning to do a 20km training row before second breakfast.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

I’m still waiting for my letter. I remain convinced my Owl just got a little lost on the way to New Zealand. There’s still time, though.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

Lorde. In the supermarket, back when she was still New Zealand’s best kept secret.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

I will never get tired of watching Friends. It’s the ultimate comfort for me. I also have a high level of appreciation for Girls, and I do like some Parks and Rec.  

I really like the familiarity and continuity of watching a series. As such, I don’t watch very many movies, but some favourites include Mistress America and Silver Linings Playbook.

I just like things that feel real.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

Haim ❤️ Fleetwood Mac and John Mayer. Drake! I also like Kodaline, particularly their album In a Perfect World. I went to see Adele in March. It was the very last night of her tour and it rained torrentially. I was probably the least dry I have ever been in my entire life, but setting fire to the rain in a downpour was a glorious thing.

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X-44 Land.

Reader x J-Hope - BTS (ZombieApocalypse!AU)
Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, kinda smutty in dis one?
Synopsis: The times and trials of people trying to make it in a world that’s heading for ashes.
Word Count: 12.7k
Part 1 of ?

Playlist: Little Secrets - Passion PitIn Case of Rapture - As Tall As Lions, Circles - Thrice, Last Man Standing - People In Planes, Rose Golden - Kid Cudi ft.Willow

AN: *mentions of death and gore* I’m gonna put a TW up on this as it’s a pretty graphic (I mean obviously it’s a zombie apocalypse AU :/) but just a warning! Let me know how ya like it! <3

Everything I loved, became everything I lost.

        If you remembered back to the time where you felt peace; where you felt a complete calm, no fear running through your veins, no worries running through your mind, nothing but happiness and ease, when would that be?

You could almost taste the memory on the tip of your tongue. The summer before the outbreak. Thankfully, strain X-44 decided to let you enjoy one last family outing, making its infamous appearance only a day after one of your favorite times of the year.  

It was Independence Day. Your family always threw a huge get together, inviting as many family members as your backyard could hold. Aunt, Uncles, Grandmas, Grandpas, Cousins, whether be second, third or fourth, hell, even removed, they’d be there. Cars lined the street late in the night, the entire block setting off fireworks into the stars as lightning bugs danced around the atmosphere and june bugs sang their songs of summer, celebrating national freedom.  

“Kids! The food’s ready! Come eat!” Your mother yelled from the porch. A slur of screams and giggles as the children finished splashing their current opponent added to the cacophony of all the sounds of the evening. A repetitive pop song played from the stereo and numerous people swayed drunkenly to its beat, naturally.  

You sipped from the cold beer bottle in your hand casually even though you weren’t of age. Your mother figured a few on the 4th of July couldn’t be that bad and who was going to deny underage drinking? The sun was setting by now. The blistering heat from the day slowly dissipating into a mild breeze while the mugginess remained. You sighed as you ran your fingers through your damp hair, still drying from the trip to the pool nearly an hour ago. This humidity being your only concern.

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