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a JuminZen wedding crasher fanfic idea

(aka I have so many fics to write SOMEONE TAKE THIS IDEA AWAY FROM ME)

  • it all starts when Chairman Han wants Jumin to get married to Sarah Choi
  • Jumin hates the idea but goes through with it because it makes his dad and the company happy
  • Jumin complains about it on the messenger
  • on the night before the wedding Zen realizes Jumin will bind himself forever to some crappy woman and his brain is like HEYO DO YOU FINALLY GET IT YOU TSUNDERE
  • Wedding day arrives, it takes place in a really fancy church with a shitton of reporters
  • Jumin is fucking miserable because Sarah is clinging to him like an octopus and won’t stfu about her wedding night
  • The priest is taking their vows and he wonders if ‘please kill me’ would be rude to say
  • Suddenly! Zen bursts through the church door
  • “I OBJECT!”
  • Zen knows how to make an entrance
  • He runs towards Jumin who looks really good in his black tux
  • tells him not to marry her
  • “She doesn’t love you. But I do.”
  • GASP
  • Jumin is really overwhelmed??
  • kisses the actor right there and then
  • Sarah is screaming
  • Glam Choi faints
  • a million camera flashes
  • Zen grabs his hand and runs out of the church with him
  • Jumin probably expects his dad to disown him but that’s okay
  • (makes a mental note to pick up Elizabeth 3rd when that happens)
  • the next day newspapers, magazines, EVERYTHING has pictures of the wedding
  • Chairman Han is pissed at first but then discovers he was gonna get scammed
  • the entire RFA goes wild
  • 707 demands a wedding
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so i think about Soul a lot, ergo I think about the GIANT ABDOMINAL INJURY he acquired and how it would probably take at LEAST a month of intense home care and frequent check ups to make sure the paper cut that expands half his body isnt getting infected or creating scar tissue that might impede the function of some of his more important organs (cough HIS HEART cough) and how simple tasks like bending over or running would become 40% more painful and difficult to pull off

and how much more domestic help he’ll need from his partner

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joshua in very nice era

“jisoo, say something to the international fans!” 

“hey guys.” 

“something longer…” ©

Arthur young man you put your clothes back on.

Ghost!Calum

Words: 6K

Warning: smut

Summary: Y/N and her mum move into a new home, which Y/N is dreading. Whilst painting her room she meet’s Calum who died a year ago and is obviously a ghost. You help him reconnect with his old best friends in which he thanks you in the best way a ghost could.

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Your mum drove up the long stony pathway, hearing the rocks crackle beneath the tyres. I let out another exaggerated sigh, looking dramatically out the window as a sad song played through my headphones. Me and my mum were once again moving away from our problems. In the past five year’s we’ve moved at least 12 times, from small flats to large houses. It all started when my dad cheated on my mum, I was only 10 and didn’t understand why we were moving from our happy family home to a cramped apartment that was the size of a shoe box. Now at the age of 19 I had gotten used to moving around and not unpacking my things. I had never had a stable job or education either, I tried but it was so hard moving around the place. 

“Cheer up Y/N” Mum said in her silky voice. I rolled my eye’s and focused on the tree leaves, the different colours of orange. I loved autumn it’s always been my favourite as it’s not to hot but it’s not to cold. It’s just right. We had been travelling through this forest for a couple of minutes. Up the long drive, it had gotten a lot darker and the colours of the leaves were a dark brown. I looked in front and there stood a large black castle/house. I furrowed my eye brows as my mum got out the car with her clanging key’s. There was a large gate with a chain holding it together, my mum placed the key in the lock and the chains fell from the gate. She pushed them back and placed a stop underneath them. The house itself was massive, probably bigger then anything we’ve ever had. It was dark and gloomy and could do with a paint job, or some colour. My mum came back into the car and put the key’s down into the cup holder. 

“So what do you think?” she said excitedly. 

“I like it, how long this time? A week? A month? or will we be moving tomorrow?” I mumbled sarcastically. 

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Happy Valentines Day everyone! In the spirit of things, I’ve decided to make a video–on why having crushes suck. And to also offer you some tips to woo your crush ;)) (Disclaimer: I’m not responsible for getting your house haunted nor a restraining order)

Hope you guys enjoy, and as always, if you like/comment/subscribe I hope you have a wonderful day!!

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Stargazing

Who knew Ryan could be pulled away from his work to go on vacation?

It all started when Bryce called him one day to invite him to a camping site, a tone of excitement in his voice as he told him the details. Ryan was reluctant at first, but sighed heavily and agreed at the offer. Perhaps it would be better for him, he thought, working to the point where he wouldn’t sleep at all. With this train of thought, he stood up and packed his belongings for the trip. He wasn’t told who was going to be there, but it did not matter at that moment to him.

As he arrived at the camping spot of sorts, he stared in awe at the beautiful scenery before him. Near the place they were staying in had numerous trees that created spots of golden light on the ground, and as he walked some more, a magnificent lake nearby with mountains in the distance. He cracked a smile and returned to the lodge, walking happily as he neared he structure. He checked the paper where some details were scribbled on before knocking on the door, a smiling Bryce opening it as he ushered him in.

“Hey Ohm! What’s up?” The younger friend said, sitting down on a couch nearby.

“Nothing much I guess.” Ryan replied as he sat down next to Bryce, placing down his items. “This place is great, by the way.”

The other smiled brightly as he leaned back. “Your room is upstairs. You gotta share it with-” Bryce fished his pocket to bring out out a piece of paper, in which Ryan only assume were names. “-me. Yeah! Me.”

Ryan nodded as he rested his back on the couch, in which he would rather bring up his bags later.

“Who’s coming over?” He asks, the list creating some suspicions to the coming friends.

“Evan, Jonathan, Tyler, Craig, Brian, David, Marcel and Arlan couldn’t come, Lui, Brock, and Luke.”

Oh. So much for silence.

“So, when will you tell them?”

Ryan looked over at Bryce and tilted his head at him, a questioning, clueless look on his face.

“Tell them what?”

“About you know,” Bryce made a motion with his hands, as if feeding him some sort of information.

Ryan’s eyes widened as he perked up instantly and stared at Bryce, a blush filling his cheeks as he blinked several times.

“No! Never! I wouldn’t- I won’t” He stuttered, sighing afterwards.

Bryce looked at him mischievously, a smiled pulling up his lips.

“If you won’t tell them, I would!” He declared in a sing song voice, Ryan looking at him irritatingly as he pouted, his face still red.

As if on cue, the rest of the invited ones entered the lodge, without knocking whatsoever, and eyed the two babbling friends. All their eyes seemed to roll in unison as they giggled at them.

“Oh come on, tell us you guys are dating already! It’s so obvious.” Said a tall man who entered first, a smug look on his face, Ryan blushing more in turn. Oh Tyler.

The rest of the friends nodded in unison as they all entered, placing their things down and gathering around Bryce to hear the arrangements. As they were planning out something he didn’t care about in their little gathering, Ryan was sitting on the couch, waiting for his friends to get over their little discussion. In the corner of his eyes, he spotted Luke and Jonathan look at him with faces that he knew brought devious thoughts, the bearded man wiggling his eyebrows as the other mouthed “tell them.” He shook his head, and did a hand motion towards them, Luke pouting and Delirious flustering slightly as he turned back. After a few more moments of murmuring and discussing, the group’s voices started to raise, their shouts coming after.

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yavemiel  asked:

Hey! I would love to see ♞: Caring for each other while ill for Jyn/Cassian (dealers choice as to who's ill and who's caring), because I definitely came away from the movie feeling like both of them needed someone to take care of them! xx

Han gets it first.

Jyn is off planet when the Pathfinders return from their mission on Camino and all promptly start hacking up their lungs. It’s nothing near deadly, just a freakish strain of Corellian flu that lasts for a week and leaves the patient with sore bones and a cough for a few days longer. Still, it’s virulent. As soon as Han gets it, it seems like, the rest of the Pathfinders do; as soon as the Pathfinders get it it; Red Squadron gets it; as soon as Red gets it, Green and Blue do, and on and and on and on. By the time Jyn touches down on Hoth again, Jyn and Bodhi and Chirrut and Baze, half of Echo Base is down with it, and Draven seems like he’s on the verge of terror that someone will attack when all their pilots are too sick to fly. 

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My favorite thing to imagine is Megatron picking up Soundwave’s field instead of micro-movements to get a read on his mood/opinion of things. And like… imagine if Soundwave is super sassy.

Like picture Megs kind of pacing and ranting about some recent decision he made that essentially resulted in the Coneheads throwing a loud, violent, destructive (and, consequently, EXPENSIVE) temper tantrum.

“But that’s just it! When you consider everything, was it REALLY too much to ask them to BEHAVE, for ONCE!??”

And Soundwave has not moved; no reaction whatsoever. To all unaware, it looks like he’s gone into stasis standing up.

But then Megs is like “UGH, don’t give me that look…!”

Or maybe during some meeting Shockwave has a proposal and it just so happens to tie into a conversation Megs and Sounders just had that day, creating an inside joke. Soundwave sits across from Megatron, again, not moving, when all of a sudden the Decepticon leader just starts busting a gut.

Starscream sneers; just who is he privately talking to? Shockwave sort of sputters and stops all concerned like “My Lord…” And everyone else at the table thinks Megs is having a little crazy moment where he’s lost touch with reality. Except for Soundwave of course…

“Ahh ahaha… heh… Shockwave, I approve of your proposal. You may get started on the project as soon as you are able…”

“Oh sure,” Starscream says loud enough to hear, “From one madmech to the other, their minds think alike. You know, I have half a processor to send both of you to what the humans call… ‘the looney-bin’.”

Megs stares at him and thinks about punching the Seeker’s wing. But Soundwave encourages a sharp verbal comeback instead.

“If I’m a madmech, and YOU have half a processor, then I’d say we’re already in one! HAHA!!!”

The Seeker sulks while the table laughs at his expense. Soundwave gives mental high five.

Not One, But Two (Part I)

Summary: It all started from that night when you and Jay were both too drunk to remember anything. You resigned from your job and left Seoul with a secret. Now you’re back and ready to tell Jay about them, but doing so means sharing their lives and putting his career and love life on the line.

Originally posted by jaywalkerzz


Part I Part II 


Prologue

Three years ago.

“What’s this?” Jay asked.

“It’s my resignation letter. I’m leaving,” you replied, looking at the folded paper in Jay’s hands.

Wrinkles formed on Jay’s forehead as he looked at you. Since you entered his office, he noticed that you had been avoiding his eyes. Sighing, he placed the paper on his table and leaned on his chair, clasping his hands in front of him. “Is this about what happened two weeks ago?”

“No, of course not!”

Jay chuckled and you cringed inwardly. By way of your quick denial, and rather strong tone, one could easily infer that you were lying.

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