god damn they are beautiful and their voices and sense of humor ~

BTS Reaction to You Being Obsessed With Other Kpop Artists

Incognito; I’m currently jamming out to Monster by EXO so I was wondering if you could do BTS getting jealous to you listening to another K-pop band and you won’t stop talking about it. 😂 ; revamped

*Credit to gif owners*

Jin ➳ You wouldn’t stop talking about Dean after Seokjin showed you ‘Bonnie & Clyde,’ and now he regretted it. “He’s so beautiful and damn, that voice though!” You yelled, your cheeks flushing whenever you would watch his videos on Youtube. “It’s the best-”

Seokjin immediately threw his arm around your neck, jealousy seeping into his veins as he began to tickle you and wriggle you around his arms. “Promise you’ll never speak about him again!”

“Hahaha, I-I promise!”

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

Suga ➳ The Seventh Sense by NCT U was a song you had on repeat all the time, always occasionally fawning over Taeyong. You loved the song so much, you would body roll to it when ever and wherever it came on the radio, and one day when you spoke about how amazingly sexy these men moved, Yoongi’s eyebrow twitched as he took your phone and shut off the song.

“Could you stop?” He snapped and you frowned. He meant he wanted you to stop talking about them like they were sex gods, but you thought he was saying the music was trash.

You snatched your phone from his hands and growled. “This is art.”

Originally posted by suga-com

J-Hope ➳ He knew you were low-key in love with Got7 when he saw the way you would blush whenever you watched ‘Just Right’ on Youtube, he believed it was just a phase, but oh boy was he wrong. After a couple months passed and he thought you were finally over them, the song came on the radio as you were slowly falling asleep. The moment you began to scream and fangirl, singing along and doing dance moves; he was becoming jealous. Hoseok had enough once you screamed, “JACKSON OPPA!!” He quickly shut off the radio and you immediately gave him a look as if he tried to kill you.

“Are you done?”

Originally posted by kths

RapMonster ➳ You were in love with Big Bang, and he knew how far and wide your love for them went. You would blast F**k It in the car, while you were cooking or just trying to study, occasionally going on Youtube to watch the video instead and adore the five men with your eyes. He was slowly getting annoyed with the song, and when months passed and you haven’t heard it since, the song started to play in the mall and you began to beam, lighting the man’s world up. He loved seeing you happy, but that thought quickly vanished with laughter once you bumped into a tower of boxes while dancing, all of them falling down as you yelped in terror.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin ➳ Jimin was jealous, that’s for sure. The way you talked about EXO and how hot they were, he was boiling in anger but he couldn’t do anything about it, because he knew you were only obsessed with the song and how they looked so good in that dance practice video, 'Monster,’ specifically. Whenever the song came on while you two were alone, you both would start dancing to it and he couldn’t deny the fact that it was so good, too good. He would sing it with you, although you would overreact to Baekhyun’s and Jongdae’s parts. You scared Jimin at times and he would mutter a “Calm down,” but as long is it made you happy, he was happy.

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook

V  Taehyung wouldn’t care if you were obsessed with a group, especially Shinee. You loved Shinee and he did too. Whenever a song would come on from them when you were in public, the both of you would tap your fingers or nod your head to the beat—humming from time to time; but when View came on by them in the mall, the both of you would go nuts. You would immediately take out your phone, press record and start dancing with Taehyung while others around you would just stare at the both of you acting crazy and cute. Goals.

Originally posted by taos-peach-ass

Jungkook ➳ You were obsessed with BlackPink, always trying to do your hairstyle like theirs, dress like them, and even having every one of their songs on repeat that Jungkook thought he was going to go crazy! But on the day you were both supposed to attend a birthday party at a club, you had suddenly stopped listening to their music, that was, until they played the song on the dance floor. Taehyung immediately ran to you, grabbing your wrist and nearly pulling you to the dance floor until Jungkook gripped you shoulder. “I want to leave.”

It was soft but you heard it clearly, only giving him a smile as the older boy pulled you away. “After this song!” You yelled, and when you and Taehyung started to move on the dance floor in ways he thought was impossible, he wasn’t pleased at all.

Originally posted by liveforeverneversaynever



Imagine Jensen being a nervous goofball at your wedding rehearsal. 

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mild wedding angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic FIFTEEN. The line requested was, The line “Do I really say awesome a lot?” was requested by @iwrotemyownending . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif I just fell in love with.  Hope you enjoy it! It kind of came out of NOWHERE. It’s a little cliche, but I love it. Thanks for celebrating with me!

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Here you go guys! The highly requested NSFW A-Z w/ Sirius Black! Hope you’ll all like it! 💞💞😘

(NSFW Content below that line!)
A-Z Nsfw Headcanons.

(With Ben Barnes as young Sirius Black)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) :
Will drape one arm around your waist, eyes closed a lazy smile on his face. He’ll tell you sweet things in a sleepy voice “You’re my girl, baby”. Will nuzzle his nose in your neck, maybe leave little kisses too. He’d be fully content.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) :
Your neck and collarbones. He loves kissing your neck - soft, light kisses when he’s happy, or passionate ones with a lit of biting and hickes, right where it connects with your shoulder. Sirius loves tracing his fingers over the skin of your neck and likes it when you have your hair up so he can look at it, the small smile you know so well creeping on his face.
His favourite parts of his body are those sensitive ones like his neck behind his ear, the line on his back and his shoulderblades, he can’t get enough of it when you dig your nails in his back and arch your body to his; also the v-line down his lower stomach. Loves it so much when you kiss him there! 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) :
Loves cumming in your mouth when you’re blowing him, or right after he pulled out of you. The little sexy smug smile on your face, when you dart your tongue out to lick your lips turns him on so much!

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) :
Those dirty little looks you exchange from across the hall or across the table while you’re having dinner with your House. Seductively taking a sip from  your glass and then licking the little drops from your lips, or running one finger over your neck gently, looking at him through your lashes, a sultry smirk playing on your lips. His eyes will be udressing you, digging in your flesh, wanting you so so much!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Is experienced and knows what he’s doing. Usually is not the type to have sex with someone he’s not in a serious relationship with, or at least doesn’t have feelings for..Though he had a single “one night stand” and now he knows it’s just not for him. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) :
He likes seeing your face and kissing you all over. It gives him that sense of intimacy and closeness that he loves. Actually longs for deep connection and deep, intense emotions and sensations. So any position in which he can feel your body gliding on his, eyes and lips locked. That’s his ultimate favourite. (Though he likes switching positions and having ‘sexy’ fun too)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) :
He likes messing around a lot. Will suggest some game like strip poker, or trying to get you turned on without kissing you on the lips, breasts and down stairs, so basically everywhere else. He’s pretty imaginative and likes having fun also, seeing your cheeky smile is the best reward!

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) :
He has that sexy line that’s going down from his belly button. Keeps everything clean, except for the triangle above his package.
Wouldn’t mind if you have some hair downstair, but will appreciate it if you groom it too, or shave everything off. Either way it’s fine with him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
No matter how you’ll have it, you can always feel the closeness, the warmth and the burning passion. It seems like in everything he does, he puts a lot of passion and heart.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) :
You’ll catch him jacking off one day and he’ll shamelessly ask you if you want to finish it off for him. ;) Has no shame and as soon as you two start to feel more comfortable with eachother, you’ll find that out!

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) :
Sex. In. Water. Shower sex. Bath tub sex. Skinny dipping at night and then some sexy action on the beach. Your wet hair, and those water drops sliding down your naked forms, no clothes involved, just you naked, all wet, swimming under a waterfall you found after a day of hiking, honestly what is that magic? So breathtaking. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Somewhere under the stars. With fire near you, some candles on the ground, tangled in blankets (riding him with just his leather jacket on, bcs *caugh* it gets cold. God damn!). Or in a small house in the heart of the forest, or on the beach, so later you can go out and take a nice, long walk together, or swim for a while, with no one around to watch, or to bother you - just the two of you, alone in this beautiful place.

Is actually so romantic (won’t admit it for shit), oh God.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Wrap your arms around his neck and whisper hin his ear some sweet, yet sexy stuff, lightly kiss his neck or bite his ear and pretend you’re not doing anything at all (totally innocent and just talking, aha). He won’t have a choice.
Dude if someone even looks at you in the wrong way, and every way is considered wrong! What the hell, he is the only one allowed to flirt with you and check you out! Will either storm up to you, jaw clenched, and kiss you straight on the lips, making it very obvious that you’re not going to continue that lil’ talk with whoever this guy is.
Or will turn very ice cold for some time, annoyance building up in him, until he lets it all out. Will probably kiss you roughly and then leave for some hours to clear his head.
(In both cases will have to spend some time alone with his thoughts, otherwise you’ll just fight and he doesn’t want that.)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) :
Once he considered threesomes fun and even had this fun plan with James, if one of them hits it off with a girl as openminded as them… “That’s the pasT James don’t even think about it. YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT IT, YOU DICK!”
Always brother from another mother, but go find yourself a girl of your own PoTTER.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) :
Will dirty talk to you when you’re giving him head! Some hisses, grunts, low throaty moans, also loves having his fingers tangled in your head, controlling your pace. “Come on baby” , “Look at me - Fuck you’re so pretty like that”.
Will dirty talk to you when he’s eating you out too. Two fingers in you, he’ll move your face up and will ask you with a smirk “Oh, you’re loving that, aren’t you?” and then will smack your ass hard with his other hand.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Can go either way. If you’re into a wild, sexy mood he’ll have no problem fucking you like an animal against a wall, or he can push you down on a bed, crawl on top of you and go slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
Why the hell not. He’ll especially like it if you’re the one to suggest it. Will pull you in closet right before the Quidditch game. Won’t even bother taking your clothes off. Though don’t think you’re leaving without at least one hickey on your neck. You asked for it!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) :
Sirius likes experimenting and is always down for trying out new stuff, positions, even your kinks. Though don’t think he won’t have that little smirk on his face when you tell him how you like it rough.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) :
It’s not really self control, because if he’s horny, the game’s on, but he can last for quite some time.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
Whatever you want he’d try, though he’s not into anything too extreme. Likes being rough with you if you’re both in the mood, and as long it’s fun and still casual in a way he’s down, but has some backthoughts in his head. He just doesn’t want to hurt you, so if you’re rally down for some kinky rough stuff, you might have to talk him into it, maybe come up with a safe word too, and take it a bit slow at first, so he can adjust to everything.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) :
Likes teasing when it comes in both ways. So if he’s gonna be a tease, he’d love it if you play hard to get and tease him right back! Though he’s not that patient, so he might just lose it and slam his lips on yours.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) :
Is vocal. Mostly talks to you in his sexy voice, sometimes calls you names which he knows will turn you on, and curses a lot + long or fast grunts, especially when he’s just about to cum.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) :
Sirius likes some kinky stuff, games, playfulness, having fun when you’re dressed all sexy and stuff like that, but the core of the word “sexy” for him is actually bonded with emotions. Intense, deep, hot, boiling emotions that make his heart pump blood, adrenaline, love and passion. It’s sexy for him when he has you underneath him, back arching, moaning in his mouth, the dim lights dancing on your glisteing skin, and it looks like you’re covered in gold. That’s the core of it, the soul and the heart and he needs to feel it everytime he’s with you. You’re his and he’s yours, and time, people, problems, everything else - simply irrelevant, when you’re together in this moment, body and soul.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) :
The lil’talk you guys had right after your first time togher. You still mock him about it. So he was all smug, and touchy-touchy with you, arms wrapped around your waist, he wanted to tease you a bit “You liked what you saw baby, didn’t ya” - “Oh yeah, it was’t bad. I’ve seen better but–” - “WHOSE DICK HAVE YOU SEEN I’LL CHOP IT OFF” .

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) :
There are two types of days which require two types of snuggles - 1) a nice cosy snuggle, involving you cuddled up in his arms, just talking about random stuff. Or 2) when his dick is snuggled in your cuddler.
A bit of both is what he needs! Though he’d never refuse either option.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) :
Hits the pillow pretty quickly. If you’re right next to him and he feels your warmth and presence, consider him dozed off. Though on some nights, especially if you’re somewhere outside he will stay up with you, so you can talk or have a walk, or whatever you feel like doing.

My Writing Masterlist

  Okay, since a lot of people are asking for tips to write good plots and shit, I’ve decided that was time for me to post my writing masterlist. Honestly, I barely use it anymore because I recorded all of the tips on my mind from using it so much.
  It’s succinct, basic and all you need to fix the problems that most of writers have, had or will have while writing. Most of it I took from here and added my own tips and shit that I know from experience. Hope you find it useful!


- Do not repeat the same scenarios very much, and if necessary, talk / look at the room in different ways.

- DESCRIBE, DESCRIBE, DESCRIBE. The details are important to transport the reader to the scene. PLUS: please, details. (Exemple: you are in a forest. What kinds of trees are around you? Are they tall? Thick? Does the character recognize them?)

- Make use of all human senses - touch, taste, hearing, sight, smell. USE THEM.

- Do my scenarios have duality- sometimes, an ambiguous nature? (For example, my character may love the church where she was married, have fond memories of it, and still feel the sense of betrayal because her marriage has become ugly.

- Tell what your character feels about the room around him. This is important.


- Are all the characters present? (Would it be better if my character had a mentor, best friend, romantic partner, etc …?)

- Do not overdo the amount. Use the characters you have. The excess will only create confusion in the reader’s head.

- If your character changes attitude during the story, SHOW THAT TRANSITION. Do not make them homophobic one day, and the next, the supporter of LGBT + causes, for example. If that happens, the impression you will leave is that your text is inconsistent and there is only one name for it: sloppy writing.

- CREATE FAULTS, PROBLEMS, MORAL CONFLICTS TO YOUR CHARACTER. This is life and if conflicts do not exist in your book, the characters will not give the idea of being true and deeply complex, as human beings really are.

- Create manias, addictions, be they verbal and / or attitudes. Does your character have the habit of saying “type” or “right” all the time? Does he wake up and always brush his teeth before and after breakfast? SPECIFY. This will help in creating a reality around the character.

Careful, this is very important (and basic).

- KNOW YOUR DAMN CHARACTER!!!! If he has addictions, you have to know beforehand. If he is agitated, calm, angry, patient, talkative, antisocial … you have to know.

- Make your characters different. Yes, that sounds like an obvious thing, but it’s not. Make them easily identified by their ways.

- DESCRIBE, DESCRIBE, DESCRIBE # 2. Physical type, hair, eyes, nose, thickness of the mouth, neck, fingers and hips are key points in describing a character. (Plus: I always describe hands because I like hands and I think they are a window to the soul. You can say a lot by people’s hands.)


- Is it universal enough for readers to find interesting? Note that a conflict becomes much more interesting to a reader if it is something that he must deal with in his own life.

- Is the resolution of the conflict satisfactory? Do not make the conflict settle with the old “Then I Woke Up” chat. This is poor and sloppy writing. The climax of the story is gone and the reader loses interest. Be complex.

- Do you have minor conflicts? Most stories require more than one conflict. For example, a protagonist will often have an internal conflict as well as an external conflict. He may also have a love interest. He may have conflicts with nature, with God, and with his companions. So, as an author, you must create a series of conflicts and decide how each grows and is resolved.

- Show the personal growth your characters go through to solve the problem.

- How motivated are my characters to solve their conflicts? Characters that will go to extremes are needed. We have radicals in life, so we’ll have radicals in the story.

-My protagonist has an identity conflict? At the heart of every great story is a character who sees himself as something - charming, heroic, wise - while others around him perceive him as something else - socially desirous, inept, foolish.


- Is your tone appropriate for the tale? For example, let’s say you want to invest a little humor into your story. You start with a joke. Do you keep the tone throughout the rest of the tale, perhaps plunging the mood inside, scene after scene?

- Do each of your characters speak with their own voices? You will need to do a dialog check for each character before you finish.

- Do you have an omniscient narrator? Keep the writing style the same throughout the whole story then.

- Do you dig deep into your protagonist’s POV so the reader can follow your thoughts and emotions? If not, is there a good reason why you neglected to do it?

- IMPORTANT: Is there any music in your writing? Do you want it to be? Ernest Hemingway once said that “all great novels are really just poetry.” With that in mind, listen to the sounds of your words. Consider modifying them as needed to adjust the meter and emphasis you need. Change until you like to read your text aloud.

- Do you use powerful metaphors or similes to add beauty and resonance to your work? (If not, you’re in trouble. Your competition will.)


- Is the basic idea of your story unique and powerful? (For example, if you enter a story about a young man fighting space pirates, it probably will not do well - unless you come up with some New technology or angle that puts you above all other space-pirate tales.)

- Do you establish your characters quickly? We should probably know who the story is in one or two scenes, and we should probably be introduced in a way that tells us something important about the characters.

-  Talk about where your character is in all the scenes. Do not skip it just because you already mentioned the place.

- My story intensifies through the following scenes, with conflicts that widen and deepen?

- Does my story go well? Do I have a climax that really is exciting? Is the result different from what the audience expects?

- Your story has an open or closed end. Decide, then you must work so that all events lead to that final moment if it is opened. If it is closed, you have more freedom to finish well after the book’s climax.

100% scientific grading of all (most) Dragon Age companions/advisors


Alistair: Is a sweetheart who does his best and is a fantastic tank and has great hair, great sense of humor, I just want to hug him, rating: A+

Dog: Faithful, loyal, pees on things, (Happy bark!), rating: A+

Leliana: looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you, likes the way you do your hair, is a sweetheart, rating: A+

Morrigan: will put a spell on you (and now you’re hers), #1 witch, becomes a great mom even though her own upbringing wasn’t that great, rating: A+

Oghren: goes into the Deep Roads to try to find his wife, doesn’t give a flying nug, rating: A+

Shale: is a giant rock, great voice, great backstory, rating: A+

Sten: so Qunari he makes the Arishok look small-time, learns over time to respect the Warden, rating: A+

Wynne: #1 Grandma, great healer, is playing the long game so she can troll everyone in Asunder, rating: A+

Zevran: Best accent, beautiful hair and skin complexion, “for you I would march into the Black City itself, never doubt it!”, rating: A+

Loghain Mac Tir: honestly you don’t have a daughter like Anora unless you’re kicking ass and taking names yourself, rating: A+


Anders: is fucking adorable, will save all cats, ~Anders’ spicy shimmy~, #1 healer but seriously make him an Arcane Warrior for a good time, rating: A+

Justice: Fade spirit just doing his best, wants to help everyone, looks good in plate, rating: A+

Nathaniel Howe: Loves Amaranthine, defends his family but also learns to see their faults, is definitely gonna bang my Cousland on top of his dad’s grave, rating: A+

Oghren: “You joined the Grey Wardens?  Really?”  “You said it would be hot!”  “WE WERE ROLEPLAYING!” rating: A+

Sigrun: oh my god she’s so cute but also smashes darkspawn in the face, DESERVES A BETTER ENDING for sure, rating: A+

Velanna: Goodnight shemlen b/c Velanna is coming for you, doesn’t give any shits, is prob. one of the biggest badasses in the series, rating: A+


Anders: WAS RIGHT, fuck the templars, how can one feathermage be so pure, has loved Hawke for three years oh my god? voiced by Adam Howden who donated money to a GoFundMe for my sister’s sick cat (true story), rating: A+

Aveline: WILL TANK ALL OF THEDAS, do no harm but take no shit, will beat Hawke’s ass if necessary, “real nice night for an evening!” rating: A+

Bethany: who’s the best BETHANY’S THE BEST, Hawke’s #1 biggest most supportive fan, definitely best haircare routine and the most pure, rating: A+

Carver: does his best, actually secretly loves Hawke deep down inside, they probably built pillow forts together as kids and were def. best friends, rating: A+

Fenris: best spiky broody elf in any franchise, prob. the smartest individual in the entire Kirkwall Crew honestly, trying his hardest to move on, voiced by Gideon Emery and everything that guy touches turns to gold, rating: A+

Isabela: #1 pirate queen, has a heart of gold and loves Hawke, she just loves Hawke so much????? she’s going to let the Kirkwall Crew live happily ever after on her pirate ship I’m so proud of her, rating: A+

Merrill: dESERVED BETTER in every respect, just wants to help everyone??? Loves Mahariel and Tamlen so mucH?? Merrill/FHawke is such a pure ship omg, rating: A+

Sebastian Vael: definitely tries his best and wants so hard to live up to his name, will shot you with bow, makes that outfit look honestly stylin’, #1 accent in all of the Free Marches, rating: A+

Varric: Actual #1 Bro™, there is no bro who has ever bro’d harder, HIS FRIENDSHIP WITH HAWKE IS honestly, probably the best friendship in any game, like this if you cry every tim, rating: A+


Blackwall: Can we discuss that beard tho, just doing his best, honestly the best banter, “What can a grey warden do?” “save the fucking world if pressed”, rating: A+

Cassandra: holy shit is htere a bigger badass in Thedas no there is not, did you guys watch the anime holy shit.  if she met Aveline it would be the unstoppable force meets the immovable object honestly, rating: A+

Cole: pure spirit child, “he’s only 12 years old and already more psychic than his dad” - dril, dies a lot when he’s in my party i’m sorry Cole, rating: A+

Dorian: actual most  styling man out there, had to leave Tevinter because he was so damn stylish he was putting the rest of the Imperium to shame, oh my god he’s just like, best friends with your Inquisitor and it’s so?? pure? rating: A+

Iron Bull: lmao it’s over for you if you get in trouble with this guy also the Chargers are basically? great? and he’s so good to Krem?? voiced by a guy who loves this job and loves video games, rating: A+

Sera: is gonna throw bees at your head and is looks good in plaidweave, deserves better, most unique accent in the series, has good taste in ladies, rating: A+

Solas: it was Egg who caused the trouble but honestly he’s doing his best, gets approval anytime you’re nice to like anyone, GREAT artist, i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? it goes like this the fourth the fifth the minor fall the major lift the baffled king composing hallelujah???  rating: A+

Varric: guess who’s back, back again, Varric’s back, and tbh he’s just so good and he helps everyone and is helping the inquisitor b/c he cares so much, rating: A+

Vivienne: WOW has anyone ever looked so goddamn gorgeous, probably not, way too stylish for you plebeians, i only wish i could raise myself to her level, but i also don’t want her to ever lower her standards which she would have to do to even talk to me, rating: A+

Cullen: has been through a lot of shit and come out surprisingly chill, admits his mistakes, loves dogs like all good Fereldans, definitely got that lip scar from Hawke though, rating: A+

Josephine: honestly the best fashion sense in Skyhold, those ruffles though, is very pure?? I just want to cuddle her on the couch forever, make her some rice krispy treats and then take her on a vacation because she deserves it, rating: A+

Leliana: Murderpope best pope, rating: A+

scully-loves-ruthie  asked:

Will you please please rewrite the scene where Mulder tells Scully he's happy for her but he's just not sure where he fits in. Honestly your majestic writing abilities are the only thing that can fix it!!!!

Sorry!! Big long preface ahead!!! First, I must apologize to @scully-loves-ruthie upfront. This probably isn’t exactly what you asked for. I have a real inability to write against canon though I wish I could. Fic is a band-aid of sorts for me but I can only write (not read mind you, shove that AU up my ass all day I’ll love it) what could in some realm, be canon. I can’t dangle impossible perfection in front of myself or immerse myself in such a way as to write it, because it only reminds me of what can’t have, and then I get all morose about the way things are.  So this isn’t a rewrite of this scene so much as it is me trying to babble away my confusion and former hatred for it and then exteding it to my liking.  I utterly HATED this scene, and damn you, you made me watch it over and over and over and over. It was misery. But I have to thank you, because it was cathartic in a sense. It forced me to deal with my own feelings of blame toward Mulder for going off on his own and leaving Scully behind and find some empathy down in my cold dead heart. So I hope in light of all of this, I hope you will forgive me, friend.  

Oh! and one more thing, the ever fabulous @kateyes224 wrote a true re-write of this scene a while back called Three Words More. If you want quality work, skip mine and read hers. :)

Sorry for the babbling. Tagging @fictober@today-in-fic, and @always-angst

Sensory Integration

He hasn’t told her this for fear she’d have kept him incarcerated, but he’s still fighting waves of nausea induced by the sensation of free fall every few minutes. His stomach rolls end over end, as if on the downslope of a rollercoaster. His feet still don’t feel as if they’ve touched ground, which is ironic for a man who was 6 feet under its surface not 36 hours ago. He feels suspended above this world, tethered only by the clinical sound of her voice as she catalogues his condition. It is the only thing that feels like home right now, and God, he wants to be home, he does, but he’s an apparition, a ghost of himself, floating along a tour of his own life like Ebenezer Scrooge.

Only people don’t talk directly to ghosts about their scars and miraculous healing and their perfect health. They’ve been circling each other cautiously since she came to retrieve him this morning. He senses her restlessness and gets the distinct impression that she’s holding back from latching into him and falling apart. He’s grateful for her restraint, because he can’t handle sudden movements right now. If she were to approach too fast in his direction, he’d end up curled in the fetal position somewhere in a corner, protecting his vital organs. He doesn’t know how he knows this, he just does. He’s like one giant Pavlovian experiment.




On the silent ride to his apartment, he keeps his gaze on the passing scenery. The feeling of forward motion relaxes him. In his peripheral he catches her cautious, fleeting glances, and wonders if she’s worried about him or expecting him to say something. An apology perhaps, but that’s probably just because he feels like he owes her one. There is at least that much of his former self left. He knows, on some level, that this is at least partly his fault. He left her to protect her, his intentions valiant, the result catastrophic. That too, at least, feels familiar.

The walk out of the elevator down his hallway is akin to a prisoner being led to his cell. He imagines the catcalls from either side. Wonders if they are similar to the whispers she must’ve endured in his absence.

“Hear that? Ol’ Spooky finally got what he always wanted– a ride in a spaceship!!”

“Typical asshole, right? He’d have made a shitty father anyway. Shame he had to knock her up before he took off this time.”

Had he, though? Does she assume he assumes it’s his? He knows her. Knows she’d have never pursued this again so quickly without him. Would she?With someone anonymous?  Is it..he…she.. his? 

The nausea assaults him once again at the door. A reckoning lies beyond, and he isn’t sure footed enough yet to do anything but react. He hopes for something else familiar to grasp on to once they walk in, the scent of burnt coffee or old laundry, dishes in the sink, but the echo of her heels on the hardwood is the only thing that registers. For a place that is full to the brim still of his possessions, the sound only reinforces the impression of emptiness. It seems to him now a shrine, a collection of things in memoriam. He has waited much too long to speak at this point he knows. He doesn’t want to frighten her. His pulse races in his ears.



“It looks different.” His voice doesn’t shake like he thought it would.

“It’s clean.” Her humor astounds him; it is without a trace of bitterness. He knows she is not angry, but at this point he would understand if she were exasperated. He’s drawn immediately to the serene glow of the tank and a fleeting bubble of giddy reunion rises in his chest, immediately followed by shame for not feeling the same around her. Again something is off, but in the right way. He recognizes something as missing, and it’s a relief. 

“I’m missing a molly.”

“Yea,” she chuffs, “ she wasn’t as lucky as you.”

Dread floods his senses once more as well as the need to retch, so he sits awkwardly on the desk to steady himself and prevent swaying on his feet. Being under the gun used to be what made him thrive, and now he just wants to hide. But she is being so intolerably patient there fiddling with the key he gave her in an act of good faith, and the pressure of owing her the same.. something.. everything, is weighing on him now.

“Mulder…” there is the faintest trace of impatience in her tone now, for which he cannot blame her, but the numbness he feels only serves to allow the blankest of stares in her direction.  She continues to narrate an abbreviated, watered-down recollection of her experience and he is drifting again, the rope to which he is attached to this world suddenly stretching, fraying and unraveling, because this isn’t her. She’s lying by omission on his behalf. She knows damn well he knows exactly what it was like. But she’s flailing, trying desperately to pull him to her by playing on his propensity for compassion. This particular shade of cheap manipulation isn’t her color, and even she is struggling with it.  She wants so desperately to connect with him right now, even if it is only by the shared recollection of what it is like to be utterly devastated and reborn by the absence and presence of another. Her words muddle and blur until,

“…And now to have to you back, it….” He isn’t so devoid of sensitivity not to catch the slight glimmer of tears as she trails off. But he is in no condition to provide comfort to anyone right now.

“You act like you’re surprised.” His old instincts are kicking in automatically, for which he is grateful, deflection by sarcasm is his default setting. But her response is so genuine that it smothers any relief he felt having had any words to say at all.

“I prayed a lot.”

He has always wondered himself worthy of her prayers, whether she would allow herself to pray to a god she holds in such reverence {the same one that he has punished with indifference for so long} to grant him, a nonbeliever of all things, mercy. But pray she did.

“And my prayers have been answered.”

The incredulity in the way she says it tells him she is just as astounded as he. Had she ever felt him worthy? Or was it sheer desperation that drove her to her knees?

The elephant in the room is in fact no elephant at all, the evidence of her pregnancy only now making its way into his consciousness, her firm rounded belly at such stark contrast to the exhausted slump of her shoulders and rest of her anxious, wired form. She is so beautiful to him still. Incandescent skin, and longer hair all signs that physically, she is flourishing. But her countenance is all wrong. She is like a tree branch in winter,  drained and brittle on the surface, new life burgeoning beneath.

“In more ways than one.” He makes a feeble motion toward her middle. There. He’s acknowledged it. The band-aid is off. She glances down as if she herself is only noticing her condition just now. A slew of unexpected emotions tighten his throat. Fear. Elation. Possessiveness. Resentment. Curiosity. Scully is pregnant. Very. She even waddles. He chuckles inwardly at her maternity slacks’ indention beneath her blouse.

Scully shopping for maternity clothing.

The thought is at once light and unfathomably depressing at the same time.

“Yea.” Now even she sounds like she would be grateful for a quip, but she is capable of nothing but earnestness at the moment.

“I’m happy for you.” He wonders if she caught the catch in his voice just now. Internally he is in free fall, his stomach is swirling and his heart is racing.

His appendages are numb and the entire room is spinning. He nips at the side of his mouth enough to bring pain, enough to center his thoughts to continue,  

“I think I know…how much that means to you.” The phrase feels slimy and bitter on his tongue. When she was sick–and the unexpected recollection of that time pierces his gut like a forgotten splinter—the cancer was always a ‘that.’ The fact that he has just referred to her pregnancy as such feels so utterly wrong. He’s made her granted wish sound like an incurable condition, and he hates himself for it. He knows he’s dissociating. He knows the term, his education coming back to him like pieces of a puzzle, falling into place at random.

“Mulder…” Oh God, that voice. Whispered and rich with the emotion that only those that pray can posses.  It’s a thousand moments before the apology he’s demanding of himself is tumbling from his mouth in an almost juvenile, petulant fashion.

“I’m sorry…” he shakes his head in an effort to regroup, “I don’t mean to be cold or ungrateful I just…I have no idea where I fit in…right now.” He’s purging. Words that have been festering for days now are pouring forth, like pus from a wound, a necessity towards healing but grotesque nonetheless. The look on her face is searing and utter in its despair. She is unquestionably disappointed. Nothing, none of this is going like she thought, as she’d hoped, and it’s evident in a way that is so uncharacteristic of her usual aplomb.

He could blame hormones for rendering her so unusually transparent, But that would be too convenient. The truth is that the strife of the day-to-day without him has worn her threadbare. She has only her naked self to give now, and all that it may entail. Herself and someone else.

Jesus. Someone else.  

Painful enlightenment forces him to soften his earlier declaration of despondency with practiced analysis. She looks as though if she speaks, she will cry. And he won’t do that to her.

“I just uh…I’m having a little trouble processing…everything.” And though basic and uncouth, it feels like the most organic thing he’s expressed yet. This, at least, is unadulterated truth. He beings to speak again, having felt like he’s gained at least some ground but she interrupts him.

“I um…” her gaze is on the floor and her expression is incredulous. It seems she too, is struggling to process, “I…I need a minute I’m sorry..” he rises out of instinct to go to her but she holds up her hand in reproach and escapes towards his bedroom. Like Pavlov’s dog, she elicits an classically conditioned response by her motion and he stays, dutiful, waiting on his next command.

He can’t help but notice the protective way she cradles her unborn as she hurries away.

In his heart of hearts he knows that this child is his. How many times on the couch in this room? One memory in particular comes unbidden. The salt and tang of the succulent flesh between her legs, pummeling into her and the helpless yelp of his given name triggering his instant release. He’d wanted her to get pregnant that night. Many times. Felt he could will it into existence beyond reason. He could make their own miracle, faith be damned, if he fucked her hard enough, came hard enough. He’d wanted to brand her from the inside out. Damned right he’d wanted this.

What is it they say about having everything you ever wanted? If he lost it now, would that feel like freedom? Is that why he wants so desperately to run right now? He wants darkness, and quiet, and constant noise. He wants to be left alone and held and he wants mostly not to feel as though he’s just jumped from a plane with no parachute and no notion of when or if he will land. His stomach pitches again, causing him to salivate.

The flush of the toilet brings him to attention and she returns, slightly flushed and with composure clearly only gained within the last few moments. She hadn’t noticed the last smear of her mascara. He’s made her cry, and he kicks himself internally. She doesn’t resume her place on the other side of the room though. She continues slowly, and purposefully to him, but she does not reach out. His heart thuds against his ribcage and he swallows against the fear of her next words. She fears them herself, its evident in the way she takes a calming breath and speaks to his clavicle.

“I need you know Mulder,”

Oh God. It’s mine isn’t it….. It isn’t mine. She’s about to tell me. This is it…

She swallows her apprehension and continues, “I know what it’s like…to come back…from an experience and feel…out of place.” Her name begins to form on his mouth. Her gaze is still cast carefully downward but ever the empath, she interrupts his sensed rebuttal and continues, forcing him to listen.

“But I need you to know,” and with those words her eyes fix upon his own. He remembers her now. Knows this look. Her eyes are wide enough that he notices the whites of them glisten. They are brimming with integrity and honesty and deep, abiding love.

Their history crashes over him in waves, roaring above the static of his confusion. Like wedded vows, her words ring pure and true and timeless, the look on her face then the same as it is now.

“I’m not a part of any agenda…you’ve got to trust me…”

“Mulder I wouldn’t put myself on the line for anybody but you..”

“I just knew….”

“Mulder *fight* him…”

“I wouldn’t change a day.”

“Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only to what we know of it…”

“If we quit now, they win…”

“ …personal interest is all that I have. And if you take that away than there is no reason for me to continue.”

“And you are mine…”

A heaviness surrounds him, a soothing, gentle, bone-deep pressure. It pulls him downwards, the centrifugal force of her gaze pitching him into the dark pool of her iris and he feels finally, finally grounded, secure in memory and the totality of gravity, the finality of arrival.

“…when you are ready, I’ll be here,” She pauses, “we’ll be here.”

Tactile sensation has found its way back, and he realizes that his palms have subconsciously come to rest on the ripened crest of her form. He feels the roll and flutter of life beneath; it is as real and tangible as it is supposed to be. It feels like hope.


The Audacity of Kim Junmyeon (2)

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Part 6 | Part 7

Description: Kim Junmyeon, your neighbor and ex best friend suddenly begins taking to you after nearly six years of silence. Although he may be talking to you, he’s not the most…decent person now that he’s grown up.

Warnings: vulgar language. Fuckboy-ism. Slight smut. Everyone stays clothed for now.

Word Count: 2,510

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader / Park Chanyeol x Reader


Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Junmyeon didn’t talk to you for a couple days and you were thankful for that. You didn’t want to deal with him. You stared at your ceiling that night and wondered what had gone so wrong in Junmyeon’s life to make him act like this.

Not that you cared. You stopped caring six years ago when he stopped talking to you. Both of him and Chanyeol weren’t present at school that day, and it kind of weirded you out. You and Chanyeol were supposed to be working on your project.

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What this INFP looks for in a soulmate.

[Otherwise entitled: The Ridiculously Far-Fetched Idealism of a Silly Schoolgirl. Or so I’ve been told.]

I’m not much for reinforcing stereotypes por lo general, but I have to say, I am a pretty stereotypical INFP.

I do cry over beautiful sunsets. I do dance in the rain. I do like to read - and write - angsty poetry about love, death, and the meaning of the universe. I do tend to daydream through the banal details of life and make “dumb blonde” mistakes right and left (never quite learned which is which, by the way). I do have an unnatural love for random deep philosophizing. I do have that stupid chip on my shoulder about not letting anyone control or define me, about staying free of “The System” and being unpredictable and authentic and cool and all that.

And… yeah… I do tend to be overly idealistic when it comes to romantic partners. Oh, yes, and single. I do tend to be single. “Happily single,” I snarl, while judging the devil out of my friends’ pathetic capitulations to the world of coupling. Loneliness over life with a loser, that’s my motto. Har har.

I say all that because… why not? Also because I am going to tell you now about this idealistic INFP’s criteria for her Mr. Right - i.e., The Invisible Man. By happy accident, I’ve found some pictures of Tom Hiddleston to illustrate each of my points. That means nothing, of course. Let’s go.

1) High intelligence.

Nothing against the majority of the population. Just kidding. But no, not really kidding. I do need a guy with an above-average brain. For me, this is honestly the criterion that comes to mind first. He has to be some degree of clever, thoughtful, introspective, and articulate, or else I will spend our whole relationship secretly mocking him, which wouldn’t be very nice, I realize; but it would happen, trust me. Don’t ask me how I know this. I make fun of people in my head all the time.

In order for me to respect him, he’ll have to be brilliant - and, no, not necessarily in the bookish sense, although that’s certainly more than welcome. Calculus and Shakespeare be damned, though, I’m talking about a deeply intuitive intelligence that is equally skilled in navigating the realms of the head and the heart. Actually, it’s kind of hard for me to put into words what I’m talking about. Which is why it’s lucky that I know exactly what I’m talking about, and can often deduce whether someone has “it” by simply observing him for a few seconds. His eyes, his voice, his mannerisms, all will have a certain snappiness, humor, keen awareness. You know. I don’t know. Whatever.

I guess it’s just one of those “it” factors that you’re pretty much either born with or not. And I need me a man who has it, thanks. There’s a lot going on inside my head, and I want to spend my life with somebody who’s onto me.

2) Emotional stability.

Emotional sensitivity, yes; but emotional turbulence, no. Honestly, this is probably the trickiest of my criteria. As a deeply emotional person, I very much value finding someone who understands the nuances of human feeling, but at the same time I emphatically do not want to end up living with a person whose life is an emotional roller coaster. That’s my bit. I need someone who gets that about me, and who can absorb my ups and downs with warmth, patience and steadiness.

Like I said, this is a tricky quality to find. I some times fear that my desire for emotional stability will land me with a robot who has no sense of empathy for my inner storms; or, perhaps worse, my desire for an emotionally conscious person will doom me to life with a tortured soul, prone to black temper tantrums and spells of sobbing on the bathroom floor. Please, God, no. There must be a happy medium, and I must have it. Thank you, God.

3) Humor and humility.

I place humor and humility together because alliteration rocks, and also because there is something immensely attractive about these two qualities working in tandem. Or I could put it this way. If you can’t laugh at yourself, I can’t like you. In fact, I might even throw up on you. That simple, folks.

Seriously, there is something subliminally gut-wrenching to me about certain people I’ve met in life who had no sense of humor. It’s a trait that hangs thick in the air around a person like bad cologne. And a sad number of male human beings are like this, I find. I was once told that this is due to something called male ego, and I should do my best to humor it. Well, sorry. ‘Fraid no can do, cracker jack. Plus, men, this quality is unmanly. I can practically feel your ego trembling, waiting to explode at the slightest provocation, and this is supposed to be macho? Really, prima donna?

So yes, humility is attractive. True humility is not for wimps. It takes some honest-to-God confidence. If a guy has that plus an active wit, and a love of silliness and belly laughs, well, I’m in, boys, I’m in.

4) A laid-back, laissez-faire approach.

Translation: don’t try to control me. Thank you very much, my friend. Don’t hem me in. Don’t try to make me be someone I’m not. I warn you, it will not work. Don’t get in my face. Give me some space. Appreciate my eccentricities. Within reason, of course. If you see me lighting my hair on fire, stop me. But don’t try to make me into your conception of a good woman, and I’ll let you be your own man. Square deal?

I want a guy who takes pleasure in the simple act of sitting back and appreciating another person. I want you to be fascinated by my heart, my mind, and my soul, because I guarantee you, if I have a thing for you, it will be one hundred percent mutual. I never have gotten superficial crushes on people. It’s always so much more than that. I fall in love with the complete human being. Which, I might add, does include the physical side. Not-so-subtle segue to my last point…!

5) Physical attractiveness.

Here is what I do not mean by that.

I do not mean a guy has to be ripped to get my attention. For me, that does not make or break a man’s appeal. Now, I will admit that muscular definition and strength can definitely enhance appeal, but in my universe, physical attractiveness doesn’t start there. It starts in the face… and specifically, the eyes.

If you have good eyes, I will give you a second look. That is because the eye says so much about the soul. Obviously, then, the eyes I find most satisfying will express all the traits I’ve been talking about in this list. They will express intelligence, both intellectual and emotional, as well as steadiness and kindness, humility and humor, a certain ease and gentleness, openness and interest. Expressive, intelligent eyes are some of my favorite things in the world.

Good hair is also something I enjoy. Extra points if it’s grown out enough to get messy or wavy. But yeah, beyond that, the usual things. I don’t have specific hair colors, eye colors, heights, or skin tones that I like or dislike. Basically, if you’re some level of fit and have a face with slightly above-average expressive power, then let’s get married. Oh, and don’t forget all the other criteria. Yes.

Be honest, now. Is that really too much to ask? Am I a hopeless case of starry-eyed INFP idealism gone mad? I can’t say. Part of me wants to point out that this list has only five main points, all of which are pretty general, considering. I’ve known some people who say they would never date a person who didn’t like such and such a TV show, or someone who was not from a certain very important ethnic background, or a guy who was below a particular minimum height requirement. I make no such nitpicky stipulations, but then again, I am hard to please. There are certain “it” factors that I will absolutely not do without. And because of that, I tend to be single. Which is cool. I’m extremely introverted. Being alone works well for me.

And so, my pals and chums, I have no plans to give up my happy lone wolf existence until I find a guy who meets this basic list of ideals. When I do meet such a person, I’ll probably know it in like three seconds, but then I’ll spend a small eternity watching the suspect from afar, doing research, taking notes. Hopefully he likes me back. Hopefully he’s braver than I am, too, and not afraid to step out into the dangerous terrain of pursuit… else I may die alone in a house on a hill with ivy growing over the windows and wind howling through the walls. Which sounds fantastic.

A Meteor’s Fate | Pt. 1

Originally posted by shitjeon

Genre: angst, fluff, a tiny bit of humor || kimi no na wa! au

Member(s): Park Jimin || Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook

Words: 6.9k

Summary: Fate had already decided for you, someone who lived her whole live in the countrysides, to be in a somewhat ill-fated relationship with Park Jimin, the typical city-boy of your dreams. You knew that fate had its own ways to bring you to the one you belonged to, but you never thought that switching souls and bodies was actually one of them.

“That day when the stars came falling. It’s almost as if a scene from a dream. Nothing more, nothing less than a beautiful view.”

A/N: kimi no na wa is such a beautiful anime movie i couldn’t help but make a fic based on the plot ;-; 

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 (coming soon!)

“Isn’t it ironic?”

“What exactly?”

“That fate brought us together in the most ridiculous way you could ever imagine.”

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Originally posted by fairybcby

☽Pairing☾ ; Hoseok!Demi-God | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff

☽Word Count☾ ; 3.9k

☽Summary☾ ; Rescued by an known thief, claming to be a Demi-God, you agreed to let him stay on your couch. With one condition: Don’t leave without telling.

On a chilly autumn night between a dark ally, where no one was supposedly going to stop by at midnight, you were cornered up in a dead exit. Your pulse vibrating and pumping as the adrenaline made you run to the nearest hide-out, from the college douchebags who searched adventure for the night.

“Come on little one, don’t you want to have fun with us?” The leader of the group growled, taking his facemask off that you assumed to be just a regular nylon stocking. You spat at him with gritted teeth, feeling the cold wall press against your spine. “Yeah because running away from idiots is so much fun”

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@gifsourcefed made a little post detailing about how she felt about all the hosts and I thought it would be a good way to show my appreciation as well! 

My story is pretty much like every others, I started way back in 2012, right around the time of the fall, and from then on my life was forever changed. SourceFed has always been my home, some place I could leave for a bit and then come back and things were a little different, like the furniture had changed around and maybe we got some new members, but it was still home, it still had the heart and the love that I always remembered.

Lee Newton, the sweetest, funniest, dinosaur loving woman I’ve ever seen. I connected with her Make-A-Wish story and being sick and having surgeries all the time as a kid with my own past being similar, and from then on she felt like a new mom, one complete with hilarious voices and a bright smile.

Joe Bereta, the dad I wish I had, so athletic and fearless, and Joe knew how to tell a story like nobody else, I always wanted to learn how to tell a story like Joe Bereta, even if he did almost die in half of them.

Elliott Morgan, the dry humored, silly guy who had the tendency to go a little dark, Elliott was filled with endless talent and entertainment, there truly was nobody like Elliott Morgan, and never will be. 

Steve Zaragoza, this silly, joyous, funny, fantastic man. I love Stee, even when I disagree with him, because Steve is so magical, so special in the way he exudes happiness. Zabagoobler has always been the kind of guy I wanted to be friends with.

Trisha Hershberger, this small, dramatic, tech loving woman. I love Trisha Hershberger. Trisha reminded me of myself, in drama and wanting to be an actress, and so very tiny and optimistic and loved games and technology. Trisha is the sweetest little lady, and I know she’s going to be a fantastic mother.

Meg Turney, this red haired force of nature. Meg was hot and quick and full of life, so casually cool and fun it almost hurt. Meg seemed so effortless in everything, like that being that amazing was just easy. She made being a nerd girl in a t-shirt be hot.

Ross Everett, although far from a favorite of mine personally, always added a little spice. I actually did come to miss him when brought up the last few days, missing the dynamic he had, and I think that’s how Ross shined: he was good with people, good with bouncing off of them, good at creating a fun energy and a good time. I could only hope to have that much energy as Ross.

And then came our first round of newbies. Admittedly, these are probably my favorite hosts, ones I connected with the most.

William Haynes, the unpredictable, creative, wild Naruto Shippuden loving boy. I had a crush on Will when he first popped up on Anime Club. Will was awkward, but well spoken and characteristic, and funny? Will was so funny. And he changed, right before our own eyes, Will went from this awkward boy, to this amazing, cool, funny man. Will showed me that even in the void, you can always find the light at the of the Tunnel (Vision). Speaking of Anime Club…

Reina Scully, this small, beautiful Asian woman. God do I love Reina Scully. Reina was small, just like me, and loved anime, and was actually pretty disgusting and lewd, in the best of ways, things that I was afraid of showing, but Reina brought me out of my shell. Reina is by far my favorite host, coming into her own from sitting quietly at TableTalks to yelling to my favorite soft chicken boy. Never did I have to think about liking Reina, because she was so likeable right from the moment she popped up. Somebody else that brought me out of my shell?

Sam Bashor, meek and sweet in the beginning, now a still sweet, but amazing man who is so full of ideas and passion that he seems like he’s going to burst. Sam was also somebody I had a crush on, the old Doctor Who outfits were so charming, and the privilege of seeing Sam (and Will) grow from boys my age to these incredibly talented men who are living their dreams and their passions, has always given me hope and something to strive for, that you can change but still be yourself at heart, especially if deep down you’re actually just the Flash.

Matthew Lieberman, this boy! God I love Matt. It was so popular to dislike Matt, but I loved him. I love the crazy stories Matt always brought to the table, and he always knew how to tell them, the details and specifics, and in story reactions almost unbelievable and amazing. And cooking! The man can cook. Amazingly so. I’m so upset we never got to see more of Matt’s skills, and that SourceFeed is never going to happen now. And on top of that, an actor and a writer? Matt is so talented, and I especially loved him on Nuclear Family.

Around late 2014 early 2015 I fell off SF, but not for long. I came back home, just like always, and there were even more new hosts. 

Bree Essrig, this feminist fireball, Bree is everything I wish I could be. Talented, outspoken, funny, beautiful. Bree is the complete package, topped with hair just as fiery as she is. Bree’s skills were brought to the forefront on Nuclear Family, and not getting to see those anymore makes me so sad. God damn do I love Bree Essrig. Know who else I love?

Maude Garrett. Maude. Fucking. Garrett. When Maude Garrett enters a video, enters a single frame, this is Maude’s show now. Maude brings the light to the room, draws all the attention in with that tall blonde Australianness that only she could exude, somehow contained in a Star Wars dress. Maude is so ridiculously funny, you might as well just sit back and let her go at it. The dynamic with Sam is so amazing, so perfect, lightning in a bottle that could never be recreated. I can’t wait for the Smaudecast.

Steven Suptic. This soft chicken boy. This boy grew on me. I watched SPF for Reina, she’d always been my favorite, and now she did games? Full time? Hell fucking yeah I was in. But then this boy came in. This weird white boy with greasy hair who said all the wrong things. I don’t know how long I wouldn’t watch a video that didn’t feature somebody else that involved Suptic. But somewhere along that way, that boy got a haircut, and I’m pretty sure some new glasses, and eventually found his voice and his stride, and GOD do I love Steven Suptic. Suppy is a grower, somebody that’s so bombastic you’re off-put by him. But then you watch more, and you realize that boy that jokes around all the time? Is sentimental, and kinda sweet, even if he still says the wrong things sometimes, but now it’s a little bit endearing, especially if his dick is just, y’know. Out.

I was pretty consistent with keeping up from now until the end, and luckily, I’d already been keeping up with a few of the new hosts.

Ava Gordy, a sweet, funny, short haired lady with legs more bendable than I thought possible. Ava’s been somebody I knew since 2012 as well, I saw a video she did for Taylor’s Swift’s “RED” album reviewing it, and had been watching “HALT, I am Ava.” ever since. Seeing Ava here was a surprise, a good one, Ava’s talents finally having the coolest of platforms I could think of to be shown off. Ava is funny, her timing and storytelling impeccable. Ava Gordy is a masterpiece.

Mike Falzone, this sweet, funny man was also somebody I knew, having been around the YouTube block, knowing of Tonjes and Gunnarolla. Mike was like Steve, hilariously funny, always doing something to get a laugh, and this man is so genuine it seems almost impossible. Mike is so sweet, so good to this world, and so funny on top of it all. The world does not deserve the Calzone, but we get to enjoy him anyways.

Candace Carrizales. Oh Candy. Candace is someone that took the most to grow on me. Her humor is so different from the others, her demeanor so unexpected from this office that’s known to be out of this world loud and exuberant. Not Candy. Candy’s just hear to be here, and have a good time, and to give a laugh. I wish I could’ve appreciated Candace sooner, seeing her grown more comfortable and more into her voice and comedy has been amazing, and I wanted nothing but to see her more, considering she’s made me laugh so much in the last few months than I ever expected.

Yessica Hernandez-Cruz, God damn do I love this lady. Yessica and Will were dynamite, bouncing off each other, feeling like the PBL duo to SFN’s Maude and Sam, it was impossible to not smile seeing these two do magic together. Yessica on her own, is even more magical, proud of who she is and unapologetic, and holy shit can Yessica make me laugh. I’m going to miss Yessica, but I have hope for the PBL trio, considering John’s promises. Speaking of…

John Ross, I love this man. John is somebody I want to hang out with, to teach me all that he knows about food and camera work and everything he’s familiar with. John has such an aura about him, so friendly and positive, John is the calming member of this amazing trio, just wanting to spend time with his friends and have a good time and make amazing content. John Ross is a gift.

Whitney Moore, another gift, was the perfect person for Nerd. Whitney was a slightly familiar face, and she felt just so right to be there. Whitney brought a cool meal edge to the channel, her slightly darker tones of interest so contrasted with her bright and bubbly personality. I always smiled when Whit was on screen, so funny and cool, ready to take on the world. 

Filup Molina, the biggest surprise for me, was just on Nerd one day. Just hanging out. And I’m glad that he did, that hat wearing, funny boy. Filup’s always been slightly out of place for me, in the best way, his references falling on deaf ears because they didn’t make sense to others, jokes that the viewer caught going unnoticed by others, I loved him. Filup was a breath of fresh air for the channel, a sparkling gem that I feel not many noticed.

Aside from the hosts, I wanted to note a few BTS staff:

Rickey Mizuno, handsome, talented Rickey boy, beautiful behind the camera and in front of it. This man exudes charisma, and we didn’t get to see him nearly enough. Dani Rosenberg, the HBIC, funny and badass, Dani was one of my favorites to see. She really made SF what it was, and I want to see her do more awesome shit. Sophia Lorena, that curly haired beauty, dealing with Will’s shit every day was truly a lot for her to deal with, and I think for that alone we should be praising her. Also, have you seen her blog? Sophia’s amazing. Starline Hodge, the beautiful, talented graphic designer, Star’s vlogs and art have never not caused me to smile. Star was always subtle in things, but I always wanted more of her. And Audrey Davy, hearing Reina scream her name in SPF videos was always hilarious, and seeing her in Phil’s vlogs and in the Drunk Co-Workers series confirmed that Audrey is a dime a dozen, hardworking and sweet, Audrey was one of my favorites always.

To all of those in this list, and on staff, thank you for these 5 years. They were wonderful, and funny, and God, I will never forget them or the people that made them. And I will never forget the amazing community that thrived from it. I love every single one of you. 

See you, you hot little daddy’s.

This is a drabble for @haloeverlasting based on yesterday’s real life events when I got home from work. Additionally it is soft, no smut abo for @lululawrence and @londonfoginacup. It’s 1500 words (is that really a drabble? Probably not.) So I put some under a cut.

Harry’s favorite thing to do at the end of the day was get into his bed. It was a beautiful, fluffy, white, luxurious bed. The rest of his apartment was about two square feet and he barely had room to fit the rest of his stuff, but he had his bed.

After a long, draining day of work selling tickets to ungrateful, entitled museum visitors, all Harry wanted to do was climb into the soft cloud and read or play around on his computer, and relax.

On this particular day, that was exactly what he did; pulled the covers back, plugged his dying phone into his extra long charger cord so he could flip over if he wanted to, and settled in to read the new gay Young Adult novel that was supposed to be the next big thing.

Can I lay by your siiiiiiiide…

He was half a chapter in before Sam Smith’s smooth vocals burst through the neighborhood. There were so many buildings clustered together, it was impossible for him to tell where it was coming from.

Alright, sure. Harry thought to himself. He liked Sam Smith. He didn’t love that the person was blasting it at full volume, but okay.

Once his ears had adjusted to the new disturbance in the air, he settled back under his duvet. “Lay Me Down” finished, and “Stay With Me” began.

Just the album, then. In the Lonely Hour.

Oh, won’t you staaaay with me?

Harry sighed, and picked his book up again. His reading was slower than normal, because of the distractions, so he only got a few more paragraphs under his belt before the thumping drum of “I’m Not the Only One” vibrated through the building.That was some sound system they had.

You saaaaaay I’m crazy, ‘cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done…

Fully distracted now, Harry let his mind wander. This song always made him think of the music video with Diana Agron looking every bit the fifties housewife and her gorgeous acting and eventual revenge. Genius. Maybe he should watch it.

Harry shook his head and picked up his book again. Okay. He could do this. Victorian England. Boys. Best friends on their Grand Tour of Europe.

The song faded out, and there were a few bursts of sound that indicated the person was skipping tracks. Pick one already.

Finally, a familiar piano melody began.

I heard… that you’re settled down…

Harry slammed his book shut. That was it. They brought out the big guns. Adele.

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For Keeps

Originally posted by parkejimins

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff / One Shot
Word Count: 1.8k

March 9th, 2017.

09:36 AM

A beam of sunlight breaks through your curtains, dancing over your features. Being the light sleeper that you are, your eyes flutter open as it hits your eyelids. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut as you roll to the other side, hiding your face from the light.

Oh, how you hate those damn curtains. You make a mental note to search the web for roller shutter producers first thing after breakfast. Ah, breakfast. Your stomach rumbles at the thought.

Sighing, you sit up slowly. Puffing out a breath to gently lift your bangs into the air. Your gaze falls on what can only be described as a heap next to you in bed. All tangled limbs and sheets, messy raven black hair, and – as you lean closer to admire the boy’s face - eyelashes. You’ve always been a big fan of his face (his beautiful, soft face) but the way those eyelashes frame his deep brown eyes when he looks at you, oh boy.

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Mr. Brightside | Zack Taylor | Prologue

So here it is, folks: the Zack/OC story I’ve promised through and through. I’ve had this idea in mind for a long ass while, though not for the Power Rangers fandom, but then this movie just BEGGED me to do so. And besides, this fandom needs some OC love x3

Warnings!: The OC is a bit of a busybody (oh really?), might been some typos. Just my suckish writing in general.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own the Power Rangers nor its characters. Those belong to Haim Saban and Lionsgate.

For @esteicy-blog

Also on Archive of our Own.

Detention wasn’t exactly how she had planned to spend her Saturday mornings, yet her mother made herself very clear it was out of the discussion a way out— she was going and she didn’t have any other choice.

And god knew her headphones weren’t enough to block out those idiots on the back of the classroom. She was indeed tempted to put on her hoodie like the most stereotypical problem kid just to block the noise— if not because then she might draw the attention of the actual problem kids. She had already enough problems by just being there and she didn’t need to add up bullies getting on her nerves.

Not like she could concentrate on the music that much, not when a piece of eraser hit the back of her head with way too much force on it, and as she put on back the headphones the not really discrete snorts of the others came to her ears.

Then again, she already enough problems just being there, it seemed.

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Prompt Master list!!!!!!!

I do requests for:
Team 10 house - all cast
Teen wolf -all cast
One direction - all cast
5 seconds of summer -all cast
Chicago fire/med/PD -all cast
Buttercream squad - all cast
Harry Potter - all cast
Marvel - all cast
Vanoss gaming crew - all cast
The vampire diaries - all cast
Twilight (all movies) - all cast

Shawn Mendes
ED sheeran
Cody simpson
Zac efron
Channing tatum
Chris hemsworth
Liam hemsworth
Chris pratt
Justin beiber
Chris pine
Jonas brothers - all

To request:
●I need the grouping or person you want.
●A prompt from the list below (can be morethan one. Max is 5)
●Little bit about you if you want me to put you in it.
●a plot or backround of the imagine if you want (i can make it up)

If i do not have your fandom or personal you would want messege me and i will do research and let you know if i can do it or not. Xx

1. “Stop moaning you big baby”
2. “Stop winking”
3. “Why did you have to be a smart person?”
4. “You’ve got to be kidding me”
5. “Wht the hell are you drinking. At this hour?”
6. “Take. A. God. Damn. Break.”
7. “Shit, im sorry”
8. “How did you manage to be this stupid?”
9. “Your hair is so soft”
10. “Sorry. I just got lost in your eye’s”
11. “What are you writing about?”
12. “I love you”
13. “Is that my t-shirt?”
14. “Please don’t leave me”
15. “Please say something…”
16. “We collide”
17. “Thats a stupid rule”
18. “How are you so pretty?”
19. “What the fuck?”
20. “You wanna go!?”
21. “Even the best fall down sometimes”
22. “You and i. We’ll be alright”
23. “What are you even saying?”
24. “Do that again”
25. “Please don’t”
26. “Hold me back!?”
27. “Oh its on”
28. “When i look into your eye’s its over”
29. “I feel lucky like a four leaf clover”
30. “How are you so tall?”
31. “Not in that drawer!!”
32. “Dont touch that”
33. “Im always going to be here”
34. “Help me up asshole”
35. “Ill show you where my shoe fits!
36. "Dont tell me to shut up”
37. “Dont dare touch me.”
38. “Could you kindly get the fuck away from me for a moment!?”
39. “Country music is always the best”
40. “whatever she’s got”
41. “Dont you know how to clean?”
42. “Why so flirty all of a sudden?”
43. “Is that the best you can do?”
44. “Dont you dare throw that snowbal-OKAY THATS IT!”
45. “You’ll catch flies”
46. “Im a little drunk on you”
47. “I touched the butt…”
48. “Its too cold! Come back”
49. “No. im not letting you go. Its too early to get up”
50. “C'mere, you can sit in my lap till im done working”
51. “Im not going to stop poking you untill you give me some attention”
52. “Just pretend to be my date”
53. “I think im in love with you. And im absolutely terrified”
54. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day”
55. “Its not bad to cry. In fact i think it make a person stronger”
56. “I remember practicing asking you out in the mirrior..”
57. “Let’s just stay in bed”
58. “We live together, you can’t blame anyone else for this.”
59. “I want to try for a baby”
60. “I think i might be pregnant”
61. “Think about it. The little patter of children in out home”
62. “I want to marry you”
63. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water”
64. “You lost your chance.”
65. “Dont look at me like that”
66. “Pack your shit and go. Get out of my sight.”
67. “I dont want to live in a broken home.”
68. “I cant do this anymore. Not with you.”
69. “I tried to move on but no body is you.”
70. “Please take me back.”
71. “Maybe im meant to be alone.”
72. “I fell like everyone has forgotten me. Like i dont exist.”
73. “Ive been alone for so long…”
74. “I can’t Belive you’d do this to me.”
75. “What about me!? Did you ever think of that?!”
76. “Did you think i wouldn’t find out?”
77. “Im going to skip the "how?” And “why?” And go straight to your cleaning this up.“
78. "Its 11:00pm, why are you making cupcakes?”
79. “Aphroadite ain’t got nothing on your beauty. Trust me”
80. “Sorry im rambling” “it’s okay. I like hearing you talk”
81. “You were supposed to be my forever”
82. “Pfft. the stars have nothing on your eye’s, doll”
83. “Im mad at you because i love you.”
84. “I cane to this city to ment my broken heart. Never imagined i would find you to help me piece it back together”
85. “Is that a turtle?”
86. “The heater broke and im freezing, can i sleep with you?”
87. “I hear cuddling helps you sleep better, wanna try it out?”
88. “I know how to settle this. DANCE OFF!!”
89. “Will you stope stroking my hair and whispering ‘my precious’?”
90. “Are you eating a jar of nuttella in one sitting?” “I have problems. Leave me be”
91. “If you insist”
92. “Thank you kind sir” “your welcome m'lady”
93. “I think you two should get married”
94. “ are you from Starbucks cause i like you a latte”
95. “Seriously?”
96. “I hate you.”
97. “Stop being cheesy.”
98. “I’ll slap you.”
99. “Since when did you cook?”
100. “You know what! I love you. I fucking love you okay!?”
101. “Could you help me”
102. “Fuck off.”
103. “You lied.”
104. “You think that im going to fogive you after all you put me through?”
105. “You broke what?!”
106. “Im sorry run that by me again”
107. “Its not nearly as bad as it looks, Darling”
108. “Frankly i couldn’t care less.”
109. “I don’t know where she gets it from”
110. “Bring that pretty little butt over here”
111. “We have to pretend to be married”
112. “Why are you dressed like that?”
113. “At what point did you think tbis was a good idea?!”
114. “Let me love you old school”
115. “You had me at 'free pizza”
116. “Why are you always pushing me away?”
117. “How did you even get that up there?!”
118. “You’re evil”
119. “The sign said not to push the button, so naturally i had to push it”
120. “That came out wrong”
121. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”
122. “I just came to dance”
123. “You know my name?!”
124. “Oh, you beautiful weirdo”
125. “How bout dat!”
126. “Ive never felt this way about anyone before…and it scares the crap out of me”
127. “None of this makes sense”
128. “You have a wicked sense of humor”
129. “I won’t let you fall.”
130. “Do you remember me? We were only 15”
131. “Your voice is like a melody, i could listen to you all day”
132. “Im your’s”
133. “Im only human!”
134. “Must be love on the brain”
135. “What do you want from me?!”
136. “Don’t mind if i do”
137. “Shut up and kiss me”
138. “Dork”
139. “Asshole”
140. “Ah, but i am cute”
141. “You will forever remember this as the day you nearly caught captain jack sparrow.”
142. “You did all this for me?!”
143. “What ate you afraid of?”
144. “What the hell was that?”
145. “Well the powers out”
146. “What now”
146. “Well. This sucks.”
147. “Awkward”
148. “May i have this dance?”
149. “Hand’s and eye’s off mate.”
150. “She’s mine.”
151. “Don’t freak out….but i think we got married last night.”
152. “Somebody is in love”
153. “You what?!”
154. “Did i stutter?!!”
155. “Fuck you.” “Please do.”
156. “I can’t wait to grow old with you”
157. “Why are you covered in mud?”
158. “You take one more step towards me and i will knock you on your ass.”
159. “Let him go. It’s me you want”
160. “Dont deny it.”
161. “Okay. This is seriously creeping me out”
162. “We have to find a way to make this work.”
163. “Is that…my picture in your wallet/ home screen?”
164. “If he asked. I’d be his”
165. “Come over here and make me.”
166. “Wanna bet?!”
167. “Pfft. Hold my beer.”
168. “Do you….well….i mean…i could give you a massage?”
169. “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”
170. “Kiss me.”
171. “Marry me?”
172. “Im pregnant.”
173. “I wish i could hate you.”
174. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
174. “Please…dont do this…”
176. “I love you….”
177. “Is it really you?!”
178. “I’ve missed you”
179. “Boo.”
180. “Have you seen th- oh…”
181. “Shit.”
182. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go and get ice-cream?!”
183. “Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?”
184. “The only thing i want is you.”
185. “Are you ticklish?”
186. “PILLOW FIGHT!!!”
187. “Fight me”
188. “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”
189. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…”
190. “Im not leaving you.”
191. “Please…let me go.”
192. “You weren’t even going to say goodbye. Were you?”
193. “Im hopelessly in love with you.”
194. “I bet i can make you scream my name”
195. “Pervert!”
196. “Childish. Thats all you are.”
197. “I love you a lot. But stop trying to cook me dinner. You suck”
198. “If you shove cake in my face. This will be the worst wedding night of your life.”
199. “I bet its a girl/boy”
201. “Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort. Not me”
202. “Your dad is really excited to see you soon…its driving me crazy”
203. “I think we should have another”
204. “Are you drunk?”
205. “Im flirting with you”
206. “I had to see you again”
207. “Our baby is the cutest”
208. “I cant wait to meet you”

thedeadlygamora  asked:

36 for the prompt thing :D

“We’ll figure it out.”

Okay so this one sprung entirely by the GORGEOUS art of @fennethianell , who is an amazing person and incredible artist and you can see the art here! Seriously please go look at it because I cry every time I do it’s so beautiful T-T. 

It’s not even Thor’s fault, really. He’s a solid guy, great sense of humor, and Peter would definitely be down for getting drinks with him if the circumstances were different. Peter should actually probably thank him, once he stops freaking out, because at least he’s learning this now, as opposed to, say, mid-battle, where he can’t freak out (again). It’s just…a lot to take in, at the moment.

For one, freaking Thor’s on their ship. Mythological Norse god of thunder, who apparently is real. It shouldn’t be surprising, considering he lives with a walking, talking tree and raccoon, but still. Thor.

Who is a god. Who apparently knows all about other gods, and is thus able to spot god…liness, just by looking at someone. Which he reveals by clapping his hand on Peter’s shoulder and telling them that he’s glad they have a Celestial on their side.

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Request: “Can you write a fluffy Bellamy Blake imagine? Where it’s a relaxing day, which never happens, and you guys are just laying around. All of a sudden he starts telling you all the reasons why he loves you and you do the same to him. And just fluff. Please? Love your blog btw💕💕🌻❣️”

Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF OH MY GOD SO MUCH CUTENESS, swearing, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Third P.O.V

Down on earth, it was never like this. Calm and quiet. When the one-hundred came here to this planet, some knew, or had at least suspected dangers from the second they got here they were always moving. Always paranoid. Never really truly sleeping well at night. You really couldn’t on earth. With the grounders lurking at every corner, not one person slept with an easy mind or an easy conscious. But today, today was the day everything would be absolutely calm, tranquil. 

With the grounders united with Skikru, things had settled down greatly. Everything had been very quiet that morning. The usual birds sang their sweet lighthearted tune but there was no ruckus no fighting loud remarks. No jostling or screams. No tension. Everyone that morning, including Bellamy Blake and his gorgeous girlfriend, (Y/n) (Y/L/N). The couple slept soundly for the first time in a long time. Their arms, legs and other limbs tangled within one another. 

Bellamy was the first of the two to wake. And when he did, he wasn’t surprised to see his beautiful girlfriend sleeping soundly below him. Bellamy had never taken the time to really truly look at her. If he thought she was beautiful before, he was in pure awe now. He loved the way her hair fell onto her face. For once, her body was in ease, something that was very rare on earth. With his long calloused hand, he ran his thumb across her cheeks, smiling to himself. How’d he get so god damn lucky to have her? 

That morning, he just sat there. Not entirely sure how long, but that didn’t matter to him. It could have been minutes or hours but he felt free, alive with her wrapped in his arms. The second she woke from her slumber, her gorgeous eyes met her lovers, Bellamy’s. They smiled at one another, both sleepy from having just awoken. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and ruff. “Good-morning, sweetheart.” (Y/n) sighs happily, taking in the scene laid before her. “Good-morning, babe. How’d you sleep?” 

They continue casual conversation, something they weren’t able to really do before. With everything around them, they were never stopping, never taking any time to really talk, let alone see the amazing necessities that were right in front of them. This had to have been the longest conversation the two of them had ever had. For the first time, everything around them was calm and quiet. Nobody bothered their tent, nobody died, nobody attack. It was perfect. (Y/n) got up to slip on one of Bellamy’s sweatshirts before plopping back down on the bed, he was transfixed on her smile. 

In that moment, he wanted her to really know how much she’d meant to him. His mouth and mind working together in perfect harmony. “I love you so much, ya know that. I love that smile of yours. The amount of times I’ve walked into my tent, or anything room for that matter, whatever mood I was in, your smile and your presence made me feel whole. You made me feel wanted. You’ve always accepted me as who I was. No matter how much I might have been a righteous pain in the ass, you never cease to see the good in me when I don’t see it. 

You have always taken care of me, and I love you so much for that. What bothers me though, is that you don’t even see how perfect you really are to me. The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love or enjoy. The way your hair falls and shapes your gorgeous face. Let’s not even mention the body. Your body is built like a goddess, even Aphrodite would be jealous. Sometimes I can’t even sit still when I look at you. Knowing that my girlfriend looks that good all the time, and is mine, makes me so fucking happy. God, and your sense of humor. Even when I’m in the shittiest of moods, you always have a way of making me smile. 

The jokes you make are so corny and stupid sometimes but they are absolutely hilarious to me. You are so kind to everybody, no matter what their past was. You are so sassy and sarcastic, I feel like I have to be vigilant all the time. Like I’m always on my toes, prepared for whatever comes out of your mouth. And your lips.. I could kiss them all day and never ever get tired of the way you look. With or without makeup, you look like a queen. I have never been so in love like this. I am willing to cross mountains for you, willing to climb any tower. I would sacrifice anything for you. Because I love you.” 

When he finishes, (Y/n) doesn’t say anything for a second. Totally shocked by his romantic outburst. Now perched on her legs, she grins down at the pillow in front of her before saying softly. “I love your eyes and your hair. Many people think that brown eyes aren’t beautiful. But I think they’re wrong. Each pair of eyes tells a story. And yours, Bellamy Blake, is one I’m very happy to be apart of. When you first looked at me with those big chocolate brown eyes, I swore I was going to faint. And your hair, though it is always messy, I love running my fingers through it. 

I love how strong you are. I love that you can take more shit than anyone would have predicted. And though you like to cover up your emotions, I am so glad you’ve opened up to me. I want to cherish and love you forever. I love your sarcastic humor and constant sass. You’re hilarious to talk to. I love your loyalty. The mere fact that, when you assign yourself a cause, you stick to it. You always protect the ones you loved, even if there’s the potential of being in danger. I love that you take risks, which can be sloppy. But that makes you you. I know you think that from a young age, nobody would love you and cherish you. 

But I do. I love your body and your soul. I tell you everyday that you were built like a god. You are so handsome and kindhearted. You’re built and chizzled to complete perfection in my eyes. Every time I look at you, I have to take a breath of fresh air. Sometimes I think, ‘there is no way, this gorgeous looking man, is real.’ But here you are, standing right in front of me. And though girls eye you like a piece of meat, you aren’t. You are an amazing man, I am willing to do anything for. I trust you with my heart and would never lie to you. I want to be with you until we grow old and cherish the ground you walk on. I adore you.” 

When she finishes, Bellamy launches himself onto her. Kissing her face and neck, she giggles loudly. A small action that Bellamy adored. “I love you, so much.” He whispers against her ear. Grinning, she kisses him slowly before muttering. “I love you too.” 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

Bangtan Fic Rec.

so here is my fic rec for my two babes.
this took me so long I hope you appreciate it!!! :o
this is mostly Yoonmin & Sugakookie!
But here ya go some of my fav fanfics! <3

Complete/One Shot:

Secret Affairs (Yoonmin, Side Jihope, Detectives!AU, Fluff, Smut, One Shot): Jung Hoseok is one of South Korea’s most famous baseball-stars and his girlfriend, model Kim Hyeri, thinks he might be cheating on her. She hires private detective Min Yoongi to find out the truth - and little did Yoongi know that he would fall in love with Hoseok’s secret affair, an awfully endearing boy named Park Jimin. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6435610

Out Of My System (Yoonmin, One Night Stand!AU, Fluff/Angst, Mature, 16/16): Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3808921/chapters/8487562 one of my ult favs!!!

Who’d Have Known (Yoonmin, Angst/Fluff, Completed): Yoongi thinks Jimin is too happy. Jimin’s just trying to be happy and make others feel the same. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4574937/chapters/10419375this fic destroyed me! read with caution ;; (it’s so sad friends)

How To Seduce Your Dance Teacher by Jean Jungkook (Jikook, College!AU, Smut, 2/2): Jungkook devises a plan to seduce Jimin. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5301047/chapters/12237965 also A++ even if I don’t really read Jikook.

The Ones Leading Up To The One (Yoonmin, One Shot): “I take pictures based on emotion. And trust me, I was feeling a whole lot of emotion seeing you do all those things.” “Feeling what emotion?” "Mainly, secondhand embarrassment.” http://archiveofourown.org/works/6186106

Throw Sum ‘Mo (Series) (Yoonmin, Sugar Daddy!AU, Smut, One Shots): http://archiveofourown.org/series/271573 this series is my life sshhhhhh…

Let me be your kitten (Yoonmin, Smut/Fluff, OneShot): Yoongi works as a pet-sitter part time. When he gets sent to look after a cat called ‘Jimin’ one afternoon, he expects just that: an actual cat, with paws and muzzle and fur. Instead, he’s greeted by the sight of a very naked boy waiting for him. It’s safe to say he almost had a heart-attack. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6502249 the famous fanfic where I forgot to get off at my train station ;)))) just smut!!

touch me like you do (Sugakookie, Smut, One Shot): Jimin thinks Jungkook has been to stressed about college. Taking him to a club could be the best or worst idea Jimin could ever have. Jungkook thinks its the best. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5580268

in you’re eyes (it’s were I wanna be) (Yoonmin, Fluff/Humor, One Shot): Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6602608 this is soooo cuteeee

Show Me What You Got (Yoonmin, Sugar Daddy!AU, Smut, One Shot): Yoongi and Jimin had a contract. Only problem: there was no clause on Potential Emotions. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6301978 I’m all for that Sugar Daddy, let me live XDDD

didn’t sign up for this (Yoonmin, Romatic/Comedy, One Shot): when jin tells him about jimin, he imagines a tall, lanky, university stud who showers maximum twice a week. one can say yoongi has a poor sense of imagination. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6290941

the shorter the closer to hell (Yoonmin, Pornstar!AU, One Shot): Jimin’s a pornstar and Yoongi an avid porn watcher http://archiveofourown.org/works/6094303 don’t judge me…

Run Lost Boy (Sugakookie, Peter Pan!AU, Fluff, One Shot): Neverland is home to lost boys like Jungkook and lost boys like Jungkook are supposed to be free. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6392014 this one is sooooooo good!!!! i love it so much!

Olympus (Sugakookie, Greek Mythology!AU, One Shot): “you say that now,” namjoon, a son of athena, states. “but in the future, you never know what might change.” “trust me, if i am felled, it won’t be because of love,” yoongi tells him stiffly. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6297415

Strawberry Lube (Yoonmin, Smut/Fluff/Angst, 4/4): Yoongi remembers little to nothing of their crazy drunken night out. But of two things he’s absolutely sure, one: he’s not gay, two: he just slept with Park Jimin. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4527492/chapters/10301361 one of my all time favs!!!

If it tastes good, it must be mine (Yoonmin, Coffeeshop!AU, Mature, Fluff/MildSmut, One Shot): Park Jimin is a pastry chef and Min Yoongi falls for his smile, his stories, and his raspberry cheesecake. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5087413

peaches and cream (Series) (Sugakookie, Pastel!Kookie, College!AU, Smut, One Shots): http://archiveofourown.org/series/468823

Witchcraft (Sugakookie, Lounge Singer!AU, Fluff, One Shot): Jungkook was playing out the last few notes, his voice lowering with the last word when he noticed HIM. He’d casually glanced up from the piano to make sure the lady was satisfied when his eyes landed on the man. Something in his chest tightened and he quickly glanced away before he was caught staring but all it took was one short glance for the image of the handsome blond stranger to be burned into his mind for the rest of the night. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5247551

future tense (Sugakookie, underage, ANGST! One Shot): Jeongguk was born with wings of blood and bone, broken beyond repair. It was Yoongi who had stitched feathers to the seams, promising that they would fly away from here, as far as they could possibly go. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6023128 this is so angsty omg!!!!

Kickstart (Series) (Yoonmin, Hitman!AU, Angst/Violence, Chaptered): http://archiveofourown.org/series/396790

Watch Me (Yoonmin, Smut, One Shot): Jimin puts a whole new meaning on the guy-next-door, one that Yoongi is intimately aware of. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3544433

game changer (OT7, Smut, Gangbang, One Shot): Yoongi’s partly bored, partly turned on, but deep down they all want to know how depraved this game will have to get until Jungkook spits that water back out and surrenders. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4487085

change your mind (Sugakookie, Sex Shop!AU, Smut, One Shot): jungkook works at a sex shop but is too embarrassed to even look at most of the merchandise (even after he buys it). yoongi decides to do something about it. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5545736

the game is on (Sugakookie, Mature, One Shot): prompt: Suga/Jungkook - Suga is a Basketball Coach, Jungkook is a player on the team AU http://archiveofourown.org/works/1778842

A Day at the Recording Studio (Yoonmin, Smut, One Shot): Jimin wants to play with Yoongi inside the recording studio, and they do just that. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3955351

You’re so Hot (Yoonmin, Humor/Fluff/MildSmut, One Shot): 4 times Yoongi can’t find the courage to express his feelings for Jimin, but 1 time he stops being such a damn coward. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6458272

i feel like pray (I feel like praying) (Yoonmin, Vampire!AU, Explicit, Smut, One Shot): "I’m joking!” Jimin yelps. “Oh god please don’t take that seriously in that case. But if I were to offer you something other than blood?” http://archiveofourown.org/works/6443203

Wrong Number (Yoonmin, Mature, One Shot): “Hello Kookie, don’t talk. Just listen.” Jimin called the wrong number one night. And Suga answered. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6443746

In Progress:

 Thursday (Yoonmin, side Vkook, Mature, 8/?): Jimin’s sad. Yoongi’s obsessed. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4848125/chapters/11107025
very sad, but soooo good!!

I Just Wanted To Tell You That I Love You (Yoonmin, Mature, Fluff/Angst, 4/?): After the untimely death of his older brother, Min Yoongi suddenly becomes the only possible guardian for his six-year-old niece. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4878574/chapters/11185051

Who’d Have Known (Yoonmin, Angst/Fluff, Completed): Yoongi thinks Jimin is too happy. Jimin’s just trying to be happy and make others feel the same. http://archiveofourown.org/works/4574937/chapters/10419375
this fic destroyed me! read with caution ;; (it’s so sad friends)

Beauty and the Geek (Yoonmin, Side Jikook,Vkook & Namjin,Sugar Daddy!AU, Mature, 6/?): Yoongi, being rich and awkward, decides that he might as well try to make a friend through a sugar daddy website.
Only, it ends up being Park Jimin. 
this fic is love!!! **

Sugakookie Luv Affair (Sugakookie xD, Mature, Fluff, 11/?): random sugakookie fics I just need to get out of my systemhttp://archiveofourown.org/works/3630171/chapters/8016621

Not Even The Rain (Taegi, Hitman!AU, Explicid, 8/?): Min Yoongi never expected that one day he would become a hitman. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5779666/chapters/13320385
A++ love this fic!! and Hitman Yoongi is life!

Snapshot Vigilante (Yoonmin, side Namjin, Superheros!AU, 18/?): Jimin knew that life in the big city would be different, but dealing with super powered mishaps and one piece of bad luck after another was a bit much. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5538611/chapters/12777329
this is also soooo good! (but angsty).Cupid (Yoonmin, Matchmaker!AU, Fluff/Crack, 4/7): Yoongi is looking for love and Jimin just so happens to be Mr. Cupid. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5510042/chapters/12725534
this cute and funny!!! 

Electric Love (Yoonmin, Side Jihope, Vmon, Jinkook, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Smut/Fluff/Angst, 11/?): The dream Jimin is having isn’t feeling so sweet anymore. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5645434/chapters/13001281
very angsty but also very cute, jimin is crying so much! (and Hobie with Sunny from SNSD which is so weird, but just ignore and really weird background scenes xD)

Blueberries aren’t actually blue (Yoonmin, Mature, College!AU, 4/?): Jimin somehow found himself in a slave contract and hated Jungkook for being so smug about it. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6240502/chapters/14298019

Dead Leaves (Vkook, Explicit, Crime/Smut, Lawyer/Crime!AU, 4/?):  Taehyung doesn’t know how he got into this mess, one minute he thought he was going on an innocent date, the next he was being accused of murder. He has no choice but to leave his fate in the hands of his powerful lawyer. He would give anything to Jeon Jungkook though. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5985490/chapters/13754635
anyone asked for Layer!Kookie? :DDD

Le Coeur de la Bête (Yoonmin, side Vkook, Beauty and the Beast!AU, 2/?): http://archiveofourown.org/works/6249142/chapters/14317897
this has not enough chapter yet, but it’s so cute!!

Of Choco Shops & Teddy Bears (Yoonmin, Coffeshop!AU, Fluff, 4/?): If Jimin has learned one thing this Valentine’s Day, it’s that you shouldn’t buy a boyfriend of only three weeks an expensive chocolate set. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6018804/chapters/13809357

You own me a date, or something (Yoonmin, Matchmaker!AU, Mature but mostly Fluff, ¾): Yoongi has dated… one person. And that person fucked him over. When he gets a wedding invitation from none other than yours truly, he RSVPs, not realizing that there’s a plus one. He applies to a matchmaking service to try and fill up his “date” for the night: he doesn’t think that you’re supposed to fall in love with your matchmaker, though. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6413020/chapters/14681230 I have a thing for matchmaking AUs don’t judge me I’m weak…

What the Fuck? (Yoonmin, Coffeeshop!AU, Crack/MildSmut, 5/6): Yoongi’s all for one night stands. They’re quick, convenient and straight to the point, without all the hassle of relationships and mushy feelings involved. In reality, things don’t always turn out as you expect. And this is Yoongi’s story of how his string of hook ups fucked him up, and not in the way he wanted. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5122547/chapters/11784731