have you filled your life with beauty


Aries, some ghosts are here to teach you instead of haunt you.

Taurus, your mother is not disappointed in the person you’ve become or the people you have been.

Gemini, it is difficult for an artist to love another artist; you both desperately want the other to hold still.

Cancer, avoiding important conversations because they’re difficult does not make anything easier.

Leo, you are still adequate even when you are not receiving constant validation.

Virgo, the life you deserve is fulfilling and filled to the brim with glittering magnificence.

Libra, everyone misses you even when you don’t think you’ve gone anywhere.

Scorpio, healing doesn’t have to mean yanking the memory down like the string of a ceiling fan.

Sagittarius, the careful balance of chaos and beauty in your life is inspiring to those around you.

Capricorn, some things are just meant to be a conversation; not everything is meant to be a poem.

Aquarius, the person that once made a city out of your heart is still looking for your tongue in the mouths of strangers.

Pisces, good intentions are not good excuses.
—  FEBRUARY HOROSCOPES, by Blythe Baird (2017)

What I’ve learned in 2016

1. Friendship is a matter of convenience.
It can be true and beautiful and fun and full of love until she moves to another city for college and finds 10 more people she can ‘connect’ with.

2. You don’t have to pursue a boring degree for a boring job. Yes, your passion is for things that make it harder to fetch money but you have one life. Do you really want to spend it doing something you don’t absolutely love?
If you’re passionate about something, no matter what, you will excel, you will thrive. That’s the key to real success. Not some statistics stating the most lucrative jobs and industries.

3. You will exercise. You will drink more water. You will eat healthier. Not because you’re not beautiful the way you are but because your body deserves to be treated better. It literally has carries you around, has your back and actually has your heart from that first moment to your very last.

4. If they are a bitch to others what makes you think they won’t be one to you when the time comes? How people treat others is always a tell tale of how they will treat you. Pay attention. It’s better than feeling like a fool 6 years later.

5. Cook your own meals sometimes.
You know just the amount of oil, salt and ingredients you want. You may not be a masterchef but you know what your stomach wants.

6. Surround yourself with happiness, inspiration and positivity and a very major part of that is social media. Who you follow is so important. Social media is supposed to be a happy and safe place for you. Choose the right people and the right works to fill your feeds because eventually those fill your mind and heart.

7. Nature is all healing.
It’s the one thing in the beautiful presence of which even the most talkative person like you feels the need to shut up. Nature requires no words. It’s completeness is something to learn from.

8. Your parents live a life apart from being your parents. They have moments you’re not a part of, moments you don’t even know. They have not only had a life before you but also a life with you being there that you don’t know about. That’s okay and that’s not something to be mad about.

9. People will leave you. Always.
Some in days, some in months. There are those who take decades and then there are those who never leave in physical form but withdraw all meaning and that’s when you must leave.
But just because people leave their stay doesn’t become any less wonderful or important.

10. Sometimes the only person you need at 3 am is yourself. Give yourself mode credit. You can always help yourself. It may just take a little longer and be a little harder but you don’t need another person to help you. You are enough. You are strong. You will never disappoint.

11. Music of all type is necessary. Songs that make you cry and the ones that make you think and then those that make you only want to dance.

12. Draw.
Everyone is an artist. And your drawings may look like those of a middle school kid but isn’t your joy just like hers?

13. Read more books. Yes, you’re older now and busier too but ‘busy ’ is an excuse and you know it.
Find time for something that saved you. Find time for something that you love.

14. Lipstick is life.
People may stare at you and they may get intimidated by certain shades but that’s okay, one smile and they will be at peace.

15. Click more selfies and click them without any shame.
If you’re happy, if you look at yourself and feel like capturing that one moment where you feel good about yourself - go fucking ahead.
Capture all your happiness, beauty and goofy-ness.
But remember, they are for you and not your social media.

16. There’s literally no way you can help someone without helping yourself.
And they may give you nothing in return and they may be ungrateful but who cares?
They aren’t half the person you are and you can shrug it off and move on but remember unlike you, Karma never forgets.
Also, karma is only a bitch if you are.

The darkest moment is the very moment before sunrise. It’s a fact.
So 2016 may have been your darkest time but that only means the sunlight of happiness and inspiration and love awaits you in 2017.

—  creatingnikki 
blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!

You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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Just Married

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: Wedding Smut w. you and Luke on your Honeymoon to Bora Bora

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Just wanted to say and quick hello, and that I hope you have had an absolutely wonderful day filled with beauty and growth! You did an amazing job today with everything that you’ve done, so please take a moment to be proud of yourself!

“That Idiot”

Pairing: Levi X Reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst

Words: 1374


Originally posted by anime-angel-lover

           “Levi! It’s them – survey corps!” Farlan announced the moment he spotted the wings of freedom crest on the soldiers’ uniforms.

           “You know what that means.” Levi answered, focused in front of him.

           “It’s the job.” It was Isabel this time.

           Levi didn’t bother to say anything else, they did plan this over and over, anyway. Still, hesitation is creeping up on him. Doing this job meant going to the surface. And going up there meant leaving the underground behind – which is good, except for the fact he’ll be leaving you as well.

           “Tsk, that idiot.” Levi muttered before the three of them separated and began their plan.

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“What is worth living for?”
I think that life itself is worth living for. If you are not living the life that you want, you fight to achieve that life. “ — Jensen Ackles (JIBCon 2015) 

Happy 38th Birthday Jensen Ackles  ♥
March 1st 1978 

Moana Rant

Y’all, I just have to get this off my chest:

 My mother is full-blooded Hawaiian, and my father is the whitest man I know. My sister and I are both, respectively, half Hawaiian. We both have the thick, black, curly hair; the gold-toned skin; the big Hawaiian nose; we’ve been taught the folklore and some of the language…so when I saw that Moana was coming out, my heart filled with so much joy, I cried. When I saw the movie, I wept the entire time. FINALLY, a Polynesian princess (and I have to repeat that: POLYNESIAN princess, not just Hawaiian). However, there was this looming dread at the fact that this amazing cultural movie about my people was finally happening. And gotdamn wouldn’t you know I was right to be scared? 

While it fills me with so much happiness to see people love this movie, y’all gotta stop trying to make Moana look like every other disney princess because she ain’t. I respect artists and I understand that there is some leeway in the way you draw, but stop taking away what makes her Polynesian for the sake of your aesthetic. Please. I am begging you. Stop taking away her big beautiful wide nose. Stop taking away her dark golden-undertoned skin. Stop taking away her voluminous, curly, DARK hair. Please just stop. I have waited my entire life to see someone who looks JUST LIKE ME be important in media, and now y’all taking away what makes her Polynesian? Are you serious? 

And another thing: Moana is about the Polynesian people, and all their diversities. The people on Moana’s island are not all one type of Polynesian people (i.e. Maori, Hawaiian, Samoan, Tongan etc.) , they make up all of us. This movie mixes demi-gods and goddesses and folklores from all of our societies, and shows how truly diverse, magical, and sacred all of our cultures are. Please do not act as if you know everything about Poly cultures just from seeing this movie, and do not think that because this movie is out it gives free range for you to have lu’au or wear those cheap grass skirts and flower crowns; LEARN your Polynesian cultures. With this movie becoming influential and important, please let it remind you to be respectful of all Polynesian culture and to educate yourself on all the wonders our different cultures have to offer. Give this space to those of us who are finally having representation and finally get to enjoy our culture being on the big screen for everyone to enjoy and become a part of. 

E pili mau na pomaika`i ia `oe (May blessings ever be with you)


Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader

Warnings: angst, character death

Word Count: 739

A/N: This is an old drabble I’ve written a few months ago that was inspired by personal events. I came across this as I sorted my files on my laptop and decided to post it. 

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Hey, this is Steve. Sorry, I can’t take your call right now. Please leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks.

“Steve…it’s me. Please call me back when you get the chance. I know you’re busy with the mission and all. Just call me back, okay? I love you.”

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Kalopsia (M)

» the belief that things appear more beautiful than they are.

Summary: Jungkook’s a photographer who has a knack for finding the beauty in the simple things.
Word Count: 10,623
Genre: Photographer!Jungkook + angst/smut/fluff 
Warnings: Mentions of death 
A/N: Based on this song. This is incredibly long, and I’m sorry.

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Do you ever just lay down at night, right before sleeping as your mind is filled with beautiful, extraordinary thoughts that make you feel blessed and relaxed such as,

“shit my otp must be having some of that hot smut right now”

My Sweetheart

REQUEST: ohh my god i fell in love with your last imagine where harry proposes! i just wanted to ask if you could write a very fluffy imagine with cuddles on couch while watching movies or idk, just soo much fluff?? i love youu

REQUEST: Hi! I am just a fan of your fics, I have read every single one of them and I am craving for more. Can you pretty please write a fluffy fluffmaster with a cuddly Harry? Thanks, and love youuu!

Combined these two. Inspiration struck tonight. Hope you enjoy. :) xo

When you opened your eyes that morning, you were shocked to find that Harry was still in bed with you.

For the past week or so he’d been so busy that he had to wake up at the most ungodly hour of the morning. Every time his alarm would go off way too early, and each time he would shut it off with a groan only to roll over and slip his arms around your body, hugging you to his chest and tangling his legs with yours so he could cling to you like a koala. You grumbled and groaned and pretended to be more asleep than you were, but you secretly enjoyed that the first thing he did was to reach for you. Eventually he would get up and get his day started, always leaving a kiss on your lips before slipping out the front door.

You and Harry had been dating for several months now; it had gotten to the point where you spent most nights (and days) at his place. You had your own drawer and everything. The both of you had gotten used to life together, and you missed him dearly when he was away, so the past week had been hard on the both of you. But you knew that he was doing something that was important to him, and you could never ask him to give that up in any capacity.

That morning when you woke up it was 10:00 a.m., and he was still there. It immediately brought a feeling of warmth to your heart, and you couldn’t help but get your hopes up and look forward to having him for the entire day. It felt like it had been so long since you’d truly spent time together, other than small chit chat and a kiss here and there. You missed him. 

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Zach Dempsey Dating Short and Curvy Reader

Request: Can you do Zach and a curvy short girl headcanons???

A/N: I have been waiting for curvy!reader requests, so thanks! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of low self-esteem

Zach Dempsey Dating Short and Curvy Reader…

  • You think that you have not a single chance with him
  • But he is absolutely struck by you when he meets you
  • And when that laugh of yours fills the room for the first time he knows he’s gone

  • You’re super shy around him at first, thinking that it’s all a game that he’s playing. Why would he be so interested in someone like you
  • But eventually he gets you to trust him enough for him to ask you out, and of course you say yes
  • That’s when the greatest time of your life began
  • Zach’s favourite thing in the world was to tell you how beautiful you were

  • There were so many forehead kisses
  • Kisses on your cheeks
  • When he looks down at you he can never help but play with your hair
  • His hands are always on your waist, though you’re very insecure about that at first

  • He’s always giving you his favourite cap to wear
  • And he loves to see you wearing his school jacket, though you’re a bit insecure about it he always tells you how much he loves seeing you in to
  • He always takes you out to eat
  • And by eat he expects burgers and milkshakes, or a pizza or something. He loves when you can keep up with him

  • You sit in the grandstand with all the other players’ girlfriends and boyfriends at his games
  • And you always go home and cuddle afterwards
  • And he loves to lay with his head on your stomach while you comb through his hair
  • He also loves when you hum him to sleep after that

  • He’s super protective of you, especially around his friends
  • He always makes sure to crush your insecurities before you let them hold you back
  • He cares so much about what you think of yourself, he’s always working to help you love yourself as much as he loves you
  • He loves when you lay on him with your head in his chest, and always calms you down when you stress about it

  • Zach is always, always trying to make you laugh
  • He just loves every single bit of you, and he wishes you did too, because you’re perfect

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June 18th, 2017.

Happy Birthday Spooky Jim. 

29 years ago you fell from the universe and graced us with your love, humor, joy, life experiences and so much more. You became a son, a brother, a best friend, a cat enthusiast, a drummer, a dreamer, and a growing legend in the eyes of many. Joshua William Dun, you are so much more than the hot drummer from that one band. You are more than just the guy who sticks his tongue out and gives the clique too many emotions. You are a passionate human who has brought so much to this world.

You have completed a lot of pieces that have gone missing for me. You have shown me that it is okay to have issues and have off days, but to keep fighting. To love my body, live the best life I can and most of all, smile. I am not who I was before I found you and I hope that you will always be apart of my life. You make my days brighter, as bright as your beautiful hair. This day is just an extra day to share how much I, the clique, and all your loved ones truly value you.

Happy birthday, may today be a truly special day for you. May you feel the love from everyone around you, and go celebrate yourself. You have come so far and have shown a lot of us that life can and will get better. 29 is going to be a magical year filled with joy, new adventures, new music I am sure, more moments with your best friends, more backflips off pianos, laughs with Ty and so on.

I am so proud you exist and thank you for sharing your life with us. Sometimes I am sure it is not easy to be seen by so many, but you carry yourself so well. I am beyond lucky to have you and Ty, the clique couldn’t be happier. So with that being all said, go out and celebrate yourself and have some fun. Happy birthday Jishwa!


anonymous asked:

Hi!!!! I really in love with your writing!!!! OMG!!!!! Virtual hug to you!!!!! Can i request minific like rfa+saeran lost their wife MC in their anniversary night because of car accident? Like MC die on the spot? Thank you! I love u soooo much! Muah!


Did you miss me? Cos I missed you all a SHIT TON. LIKE OMG. So I’m like the absolute worst because of my two-month hiatus. Honestly, guys, life has just been sucking. Welp, I’ll go more in-depth later buuuuuut I am posting once again. I want to apologize because my writing is SUPER DUPER RUSTY. So I apologize ahead of time if the ficlets suck :( BUUTTT YA GIRL IS BACK. So without further ado the request :3 It was a GREAT prompt but ya girl can only do so much with car accidents D: Leave me some comments guys, critiques anything you’d like to see me do, or anything :)

As always show ya girl some love FOLLOW/LIKE/REBLOG <3

Oh, and if I were you guys, I’d uh prepare your hearts for some major angst >:D

Wanna know why I was MIA????

Need a master list? I gotchu


It was your first anniversary together as a married couple. Four years of having your beautiful soul in his life, Yoosung was thankful for the fateful day you staggered into the RFA chat room.

In the beginning, he didn’t think anything of it, he knew he thought he was just attached to you because you had filled Rika’s spot. The differences between you and Rika were colossal. He loved you more and more every day; he couldn’t believe his ears when you accepted his marriage proposal.

You were his and he was yours. He had finally graduated school and now he couldn’t wait to start a family together with you. He bolted out of work, excited to meet you. You guys were celebrating your first anniversary together and everything had to be perfect.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He grabbed a bouquet of flowers, sunflowers, your favorite. You always thought roses were super cheesy and excessive, in his opinion he thought that it was fitting to you. Like the flowers, you made his life much sweeter and brighter by simply existing.

He began walking to your rendezvous point when he spotted you. He felt his heart skip a beat and his breath lightly catch in the back of his throat. You were beautiful. Feeling his eyes on you, you glanced over at him, smiling brightly and Yoosung just melted. He felt his pace quicken, the need to have you in his arms overwhelming him.

 You quickly made your way over to him, not paying attention. That’s when it happened, a car ran a red light and smashed into you. Yoosung froze. He couldn’t register what was happening. The world was spinning and he couldn’t seem to hear anything. He was your limp body lying there on the pavement as the car sped away.

He saw blood pool near your body and that shook him back into reverie. He ran towards you, tears streaming down his face. This couldn’t be happening. It was your anniversary, the first of many. You were his happily ever after. How could this happen?

He gingerly lifted your head, his tears slowly falling on your face. There was no movement or reaction from you. Cold realization settled over him. He became hysterical, “MC? MC? Open your eyes babe. Please” he broke down sobbing.

Darkness clouded over his eyes and the next thing he knew was he woke up in a hospital bed. Seven sitting in the corner noticed the movement and quickly was at Yoosung’s side. “Hey bud, how are you feeling?” he asked tentatively.

Yoosung groaned, “I don’t know what happened dude, I just had the worst dream that MC was in a car accident.” He clutched his head and let out a breathy laugh. “Speaking of, where is she Seven?” he asked.

Seven just looked at Yoosung, heartbreaking in his eyes. The color drained from Yoosung’s face. It wasn’t a dream after all. His life was a living nightmare. Tears began running down his face once again. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, he just needed to see you, one last time. 

He walked into the solemn operation room, the hum of the machinery just clawed at his ear drums. He knew what exactly the ominous sound meant. He walked over to the bed, a silhouette was draped in white cloth. Its funny, a year ago seeing you draped in white cloth brought tears of joy to his eyes, but this white cloth was the antithesis of that.

This white cloth signified the end, happiness being wrenched from his arms. With shaky hands, he removed the cloth to see your face one last time. He couldn’t do it. First Rika and then you; he couldn’t bear to see your face. He covered your rigid cold body once more and slowly kissed your forehead. Tears streamed down his face as he made his way out. 

He walked out of the hospital into the night. He never did show up to the funeral. He didn’t think his heart could take it. You had managed to glue the pieces that Rika has shattered but how could he ever get over your death? You were his everything. He lost contact with the RFA, moving into a quiet rural area, practicing animal husbandry. He vowed that he would never fall in love again. It was much too painful and he simply couldn’t move on from you. You were his soul mate, his life partner. He just lived his life quietly and alone, waiting for the day he could meet you again.  


She never really knew what her life would be without you. Honestly, everyone has a life but until the day Jaehee had met you she hadn’t really lived.

Her days previously were dull, focused on working and becoming a successful, thriving member of society. Now she looked forward to so many silly things. Waking up in the morning next to you, sharing a simple meal with you, stealing quick glances at you, your little inside jokes and so much more.

She found joy in everything that involved you. In the beginning, she was hesitant. She didn’t know if this was friendship but she knew it was something deeper. Never in her life, did she have such a connection with anyone and she was grateful that you had the patience to wait until she realized her true feelings.

She loved you. It was as simple as that. You two had tied the know two years ago and were celebrating your two year anniversary. You both didn’t like doing anything too extravagant. Just spending time with each other was more than enough.

Jaehee was lost in thought, as she walked alongside you. Admiring your beauty, she didn’t know how on earth she was able to live before. Looking back at how she used to be, she seemed so dull and serious. She was grateful having you in your life.

She heard skidding, and she saw a car barreling towards her. She froze, finding herself unable to move. “Jaehee” she heard you screech. To her surprise, she felt herself hurtle over and a sound of a crash behind her.

No,” she thought to herself. “Please, it can’t be” She turned to see your limp body lying on the side of the road, smoke coming out of the assaulting vehicle. A whirlwind of emotions flowed through her, but she got ahold of herself. She dialed 911 and reported and accident with casualties. She then sent a mass text out to the RFA, alerting them of what happened as she sidled up to you.

You appeared to be unconscious. That’s a lie. She didn’t need to be a doctor, but she knew there would be no way you could survive with your body laying like that. She had faith though. She knew life couldn’t be so cruel. 

She felt numb as she climbed into the ambulance with your body, not responding to the EMT. She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t feel anything. She sat in the waiting room of the hospital as the members of the RFA hurriedly shuffled in. She looked up with blank eyes, “Everyone, it seems that MC is no longer with us,” she stated as calmly as she could. She heard the boys break down in tears, holding their heads in disbelief.

Jumin walked over to her, and bent down, “Assis- Jaehee, are you alright?” She wanted to laugh, how on earth could she be all right? What an asinine thing to ask? She looked up at him incredulously ready to fight, but her eyes met with his grey irises, his heart breaking in them.

He knew she wasn’t all right, he wanted her to stop pretending that she was. Her eyes filled with tears and her body shook as she let out a cry, “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair. First father and then mother, I tried so hard to protect my heart but she wheedled herself in and now she was taken from me as well. How can life be so utterly cruel?!”

She buried her face in her hands as she felt arms around her. Everyone loved MC and it broke their hearts to see such an abundant expression of sadness from Jaehee, the stoic ex-employee of Jumin.

She held the wake for the funeral for MC at the coffee shop, she knew its what you would’ve wanted. Your family and friends showed up, everyone loved you. Jaehee smiled bitterly, it was so hard for her. She was so used to having you in her life, being the center of her joy. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She was grateful. She was happy that she had the chance to get to know you and fall in love with you. She was grateful that you showed her how to truly live. She would never forget you as long as she lived, she felt eternally indebted to you. She closed her eyes as she slowly wiped the trickling tears from her eyes, “Goodbye MC, I love you.”


He was handsome, that was common knowledge. What Zen loved the most about you was how down to earth you were. All his previous relationships were so incredibly shallow; it’s no wonder that they ended. Actually, that’s wrong, it was destiny. They ended because he was waiting for you.

You were always there for him and so supportive. When you had mysteriously joined the RFA, he had joked about being single. Sure, you piqued his interest. He thought you’d go running when you saw how narcissistic he was, to his pleasant surprise you saw right through him. You saw that it was simply a coping mechanism, seeing that he was actually really insecure and he just “faked it until he made it”.

Zen was sure he fell in love with you in the chat room, even to him that sounded silly. How on earth could you fall for someone you’ve never even met before? He just felt such a strong connection to you he couldn’t help you. When you had shown up to his apartment, he was absolutely floored. You were just as beautiful on the outside as you were in.

He knew he was moving fast, but when you were almost kidnapped he realized that he wanted to be with you. He knew, that he had gotten it right this time. Here you were celebrating your first year together as a married couple, two years together in total.

Everyone said you two were moving too fast, but you didn’t care. Zen loved you more than anything in the world and he knew you loved him just as much. He was still so insecure; you deserved everything in the world, the absolute best. He was still climbing the ladder to fame but you never ever voiced a complaint. Was he doing a good job loving you?

He made sure that your first anniversary together would be special. He picked you up on his bike and tossed you a helmet. You grinned as you put it on and hopped on the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He felt your warmth against his back as he revved up and drove.

He took you to your special place and you were pleased to see a blanket laid out with all your favorite foods and a bouquet of flowers. You looked up to your movie star as he bashfully laughed and lead you over to your feast. He loved this, these little moments, spending time together. He kissed you deeply as he asked you to close your eyes. You looked at him skeptically as you obeyed.

You felt him reach around you and move your hair to the side. He placed something around your neck and you opened your eyes. You held up your phone to get a better look at the necklace as you saw a simple pendant with a gold star.

He blushed, “I know it’s nothing too fancy, but when I’m a huge star I’ll get you a proper one. I just wanted to give you that so you know that no matter how famous I become, I am always your star first. ARGH, I’m being too cheesy” he said as he buried his face in his arms embarrassed.

You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, smiling as he returned it appreciatively. “Zen, unfortunately ” you said breathlessly, “I love you more than anything, don’t ever forget it please.” He was on cloud nine, as he peppered you in kisses. You both cleaned up and started to head back.

He zoomed on his motorcycle, carefully maneuvering his way through traffic when he heard a loud honk and just silence.

Zen found himself gaining consciousness in a hospital room. He smelled the stale air in the hospital and he heard Jaehee stir as she cried out, “He’s finally awake.”

He groaned as he held his head and felt bandages. His leg was in a cast and his shoulders were throbbing. He opened his eyes to see the members of the RFA in front of him, well except-

“Where is MC guys?” he asked as he clutched his head once again, “Yoosung, why are you crying I’m fine?” he exclaimed lightheartedly.

Everyone was silent for a minute and then Zen heard Jumin break the silence, “Zen, I am sorry to in, unfortunately, did not make it. You two were struck by a drunk driver and she was pronounced dead at the scene,” he said stoically.

Zen snorted, “Very funny guys, where is she? Hiding in the hallway?” He started to get up from his bed. The RFA members just looked at him solemnly as it slowly dawned on him. They weren’t joking.

That’s not possible though, there is no way you could be gone. You two were destined for each other, made for each other. How could this happen? “I need to see her,” Zen said forcefully as he abruptly stood up, pushing the members away. 

Seven blocked his path. “Zen please, she’s gone,” he pleaded with her. Zen grew aggravated, “Get out of my way,” he roared as he shoved the red-head to the side. He found Jumin standing in front of him.

“Zen, I understand you are upset but please, you need to rest, you were also badly injured.” Zen couldn’t take it anymore, he felt all of this emotions and frustrations bubble over and he punched the chairman’s son in the face. “MOVE.”

Jumin gingerly touched his lip and swiftly raised his hands to calm his bodyguards down, “Let him go, he’s grieving” 

Zen hurriedly made his way down to the reception desk, “Excuse me, can you tell me where my wife MC is?” The nurse led him over to a room, void of any light. There you lay in the middle of the room, lifeless. Your body was covered in cuts and bruises but you were still as beautiful as ever. No wonder the room was dark, lifeless, you had taken it all when you passed. Just like this room, his life would be reflected like this dull, lifeless.

There was no him without you. He felt tears stream down his face as he began to sob. Everything that he had, it was thanks to you. All of his efforts it was for you, hell he even forgave his family for you. How could he possibly go on? He went to check out of the hospital. His wounds would heal, at least the ones that he obtained from the accident. However, his heart would never heal. Zen knew you were his one.

The funeral was small and quiet, just family and members of the RFA came to show support. Zen was devoid of all emotion; you had taken his heart. He approached your open casket to say some final words when he felt his breath hitch. You were wearing the necklace he had gifted you and everything flowed out of him. He lost energy in his legs as he fell to the ground sobbing. To his surprise Seven and Jumin came to his side, squeezing his shoulder supportively. He recollected himself as he held his fingers to his lips, kissing them tenderly and placing them on your cold blue ones, “Goodbye my love, until we meet again.”  


“Money can’t buy happiness” When Jumin had first heard that, he simply thought it was something commoners used to say to not feel so inferior to people like him who were better off. He foolishly believed that he had everything, and then he met you.

Sure at first he had his suspicions. Would you be another one of those gold diggers that liked him for his brand and money or would you be like his mother and break his heart. You see, he had very little faith in women. His stoic nature was a product of his upbringing; he couldn’t exactly help it.

Yet you understood him at a deeper level than anyone else had. When he lost his mind when Elizabeth the 3rd went missing you were there for him, you understood him and the pain he felt, the loneliness he felt, the fear he had of giving himself to someone just to have them break his heart. You accepted all of that and in turn loved him, the man he is today is all thanks to you.

For once in his life Jumin Han, could say he was actually happy. He had a beautiful wife that gave him everything, including a family. You two had gotten married pretty quickly and when you told him you were expecting twins he was ecstatic but terrified. He wanted to be an amazing father, fill the voids he felt when he was younger and you assured him that he would be amazing. Not only that but he wouldn’t be alone, Jumin had finally found a home.

You had been married for five years now; life was amazing. Jumin woke up every day with a smile. You had given birth to your youngest son two years ago and life was blossoming. Jumin felt blessed every day to wake up next to you. Sure your Elizabeth, your two sons, and daughter sprawled across your bed ruined the mood a tad, but he loved every second of his life.

Seeing you tackle being a mother to all three of his kids and be the poised collected wife of the C&R Heir, he was awestruck at how you managed to do it all. Every day he found himself falling deeper in love with you. 

Because it was your five-year anniversary, Jumin had made sure to have his father watch his children. He needed time with you alone and he loved his kids but this was his day with you. Money was never an issue with Jumin, but he knew you hated all the extravagant presents. So he took you to a suite in a hotel and made you dinner. Candles and all, the table filled with your favorite foods. 

He loved it because to him, the little things were what made your bond stronger. He rested his head in your lap and you just enjoyed each other’s company. Sure it wasn’t lavish and expensive but this was exactly how you two loved it.

Jumin abruptly sat up and turned to you, “MC, if you would please be honest with me my love. Have I done a good job as a husband, loving you, caring for you?” 

You grabbed the poor man’s face and hugged him tightly, reassuring him that yes, you were the luckiest girl in the entire world.

Jumin closed his eyes and breathed in your scent, his heart pounding, tears threatening to fall. It’s odd, everyone teased him for being robotic and stoic, but you stirred all types of emotions in him. 

It was getting late and you two knew that the Chairman had probably had his fill of his grandchildren. You two made your way down the stairs and settled next to each other in the car, cozying up to one another. The driver started up the car and made its way down a busy intersection when your vehicle was stuck.

Jumin felt his body fly forward as he lost his grip on you. He awoke outside the vehicle, lying on the cold hard ground. He groaned as he grabbed his head in agony, his skull was throbbing. He heard sirens in the distance and he looked around and finally spotted you.

He made his way over to you, but he knew. You had not made it. Not with your body at that angle. He clutched your lifeless body and sobs escaped him. He cried out your name over and over again. Screaming. “Please god, I’ll do anything, please don’t take her. She is the only thing I have ever truly wanted, PLEASE”. 

He cried out, but it was futile. You had left him. What was he going to do? How was he going to survive? You were his everything, his only reason to live, you understood him like no other. What was he going to do, oh mc? He let out another loud cry.

The funeral was painful. The magnitude of despair in his eyes was enormous. He took one last look at you. Hair, that you changed every day, always making you beautiful not matter how it was styled. Your eyes, that captivated him, the mischievous glint, how they sparkled when you smiled. Your smile, that gave him warmth and solace. Your arms which embraced him, finally giving himself a home after all these years of being alone. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to go back to the cold loneliness he felt before, the abyss of darkness he felt of being devoid of any emotions.

He turned; he was going to let Assistant Kang know that he was going to pour himself into work. Not to be bothered, he couldn’t deal with emotions they were too troublesome. He saw his three children, your three kids, in the arms of the RFA.

You hadn’t left him alone after all. He broke down once again as he embraced his children. How could he forget? How could he abandon them?

Emotions weren’t troublesome. After all, all three of your children were born from the love you two had. He wouldn’t regret a second, not one moment of him being with you. He wanted it all, the good, the bad, the heart-wrenching.

He kissed your forehead for the last time, “Thank you, my love, for everything you have done and everything you have given me. Words can’t begin to explain how much I love you, but just know that I do. Don’t worry, I will take care of the kids properly and love them just as much as I love you. Wait for me my love, for I will be forever yours.”


He didn’t deserve you. Seven knew that he knew it better than anyone in the world. The problem was he was madly in love with you. From the second he had laid his eyes on you on the security camera, he knew he was in trouble.

He also knew that he was no good for you. But the more you two talked the deeper he fell for you. You were perfect for him; he wanted you. This was him though; he didn’t get a happy ending. He was sentenced to a life of misery.

He pushed you away; it hurt him more than it hurt you. You, however, were as stubborn as ever and he was happy you were. Every step he took back from you, you took ten forward. He didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted you to be happy and safe, even if that meant that he had to be mean to you and show you better options.

He couldn’t do it though. At the end of the day, he loved you, more than anything in the world. To his disbelief, you loved him too. After the whole debacle with Mint eye and his brother, you two could finally be together.

Everyday Seven had to pinch himself, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Surely there wasn’t a catch, right? There was no way he could be this happy without any catch? There wasn’t though, it was simple you loved him and he loved you. 

You had gotten married after a year and were celebrating your two-year anniversary. He couldn’t believe it, he had spent two years with you as his beloved. To be with him through sickness and in health, through good and bad, he would do it all as long as it meant you would be by his side.

It was your two-year anniversary but he planned to do the same thing every year. He packed up a fulfilling lunch of HBC and Ph.D. pepper and you two hopped into one of his babies and made your way to the countryside. Stargazing was your favorite pastime, sure you weren’t able to get married at the space station, but you would take a look at the stars every anniversary.

You lay on the blanket giggling gazing at the stars, as Saeyoung looked at you. You were so beautiful; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find someone as amazing as you in his life. You were there for him when things were rough and he was so lucky. He felt his eyes fill with tears and drops trickle down. “Fuck,” he cursed.

You looked over at him, worried at his sudden sadness, “Saeyoung, what’s wrong babe?”

He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you. “Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong as long as you are going to be with me forever.”

You giggled as you wiped the tears from your redhead’s face. “I plan on being here forever mister, so don’t try to get rid of my any time soon,” you joked. He laughed as he grabbed you to cuddle. 

It was nearly dawn; you two began packing your stuff to get ready to head back. In the distance, Seven saw a vehicle, which struck him as odd since this area was extremely deserted. He saw the vehicle zoom closer and recognized it, as someone from another intelligence agency.

He yelled at you to get down, as he sprinted towards you. It was too late, you turned and he saw the confusion etched on your face as your body was thrown into the air. You hit the ground with a sickening thud. He pulled out a gun from his car but it was too late, the perpetrator had gotten away.

He sprinted to your limp body, praying with everything he had, that you were ok. That God was not so cruel to take you from him. He pleaded, bargained, begged him, saying that he would leave your life forever, that he should take him instead of you.

It was too cruel. He was the target, why had they come after you. Why did this happen to everyone he loved? Was he cursed? Damned to roam this planet, forbidden to get close to anyone or anything. Please God, if you’re there, don’t take her away from me. She is all I have ever wanted. I will do anything, anything you want me to JUST PLEASE DON’T DO THIS. 

He sobbed ad he lifted your lifeless body into the car. He saw a tiny box wrapped up sitting on the passenger seat, which belonged to you. He opened the box carefully, wondering what on earth you could have gotten him.

He held the note and read it in disbelief, “Dearest Saeyoung, now my love you can make all the stupid dad jokes you want. I love you.”

His hands shook as he held up the positive pregnancy test. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he screamed. You were pregnant. How could the world be so cruel?

He cried and punched his seat until his throat was raw and his fist were bloody. There was only one emotion running through him now. He drove back to his house, contacted the RFA and held a small funeral; halfway through he disappeared, he couldn’t take it.  God damn it MC, I told you, I told you I was no good. Sure I would be heartbroken, but I’d rather that than have you dead. 

He went off the grid; his bloodlust was the only thing that he felt. He didn’t stop, he hunted day and night for the people who did this, for the people that took away his one source of happiness; the people who robbed him his wife and child.

Vengeance was the only thing that was on his mind. He finally found the perpetrators and exterminated them. He felt nothing; he had accomplished the final thing he had to do. MC, I can’t do it. I can’t live without you or our baby. I’ll see you soon.

He lifted the gun and held it to his head; he wasn’t scared. He was going to see you, and finally be happy. With a pull of the trigger, he made the ultimate profession of love for you.


He never said, “I love you” to you. Which seeing that you two had been married for a year, seems odd. Sure he felt it and you conveyed it verbally more times than he could count.

He did love you. He didn’t know why he couldn’t say it. It was your one year anniversary and Saeran was determined to say it to you today.

He chalked it up to nerves but honestly. Saeran had no idea why you were with him. You were beautiful, smart, kind and patient. It seemed that everyone in the RFA loved you, but you wanted to be with him. Was it because you felt bad for him? Did you pity him?

As pathetic as it was, even if that were the case, Saeran would take it. You made every day bearable. He loved how warm your embrace was. How your eyes seemed to light up when you spotted him in the crowd. How you always did all the talking but always remembered the little things he would say. He loved you. It was as simple as that.

Being with him wasn’t a walk in the park. Sure he had gotten better but you had been with him for five years. It took him four years to open up to you and even then he couldn’t say those three stupid words. He knew, that you knew how he felt. It was nice to hear it though, just like how his heart swooned every time you told him, he wanted you to melt as well.

He began walking over to your usual ice cream parlor for your annual date when he spotted you outside. He groaned inwardly, how was it possible for you to be this cute? You turned and spotted him, lighting up immediately, and he felt the heat rise to his face.

You excitedly grabbed his hand as you grabbed your ice cream and made your way to the park to cloud watch. You were happily chatting away as Saeran began feeling down. You deserved everything in the world, someone to tell you that he loves you every second of the day, someone affectionate and kind, someone that was the complete opposite of him.

He felt a pang in his chest. Maybe you deserved better, maybe he should let you be happy. Was he holding you back? He dropped your hand and began walking the other way 

“Wha- Saeran? Where are you going?” you called as you chased after him.

“I can’t do this. I need to go home. We need space,” he said as he began crossing the street.

“Saeran, a break? I love you! What do yo-” you were interrupted by a loud honking sound as you were flung into the air.

Saeran hearing the commotion, turned around only to see you sprawled on the ground. He broke out into a run, his feet pounding the pavement. No. NO. NO. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You deserved better. He was giving you a shot to be better. You were right behind him how did this happen. He shouldn’t have turned around.

He finally made his way to your body, as he lifted you onto his lap. His hands were wet and matted with blood, he let out a sob, “No, MC, babe I’m sorry you can’t leave me. I’m sorry please, say something anything please.”

Tears began flowing down his face. He called and ambulance and then his brother, “Saeyoung, I don’t know what happened she was right behind me and now she’s bleeding, please oh god.”

He broke down crying hysterically. He couldn’t do this. He had never loved anyone like you. He never wanted to love anyone else but you. He heard you groan, “Sae- Saeran? Don’t cry love, I’ll be fine.”

His body shook, even now you were tending to him. He cried, tears flowing freely down his face, a siren in the distance alerted him that help was near. He saw your eyes flutter lightly, “Hey no, no. MC stay with me. I love you. You hear me you idiot, I love you so you can’t leave me ever.”

Your eyes fluttered, the ghost of a smile played on your face, “You finally said it… I love you too Saeran. I lo-” and with that, your head lolled to the side. He kissed you, saying “I love you” chanting it like a mantra that could possibly bring you back to life. 

He watched as the EMT’s lifted your lifeless body into the ambulance. They pronounced you dead at the scene. He saw his brother and broke down in his embrace. Why didn’t I tell her that I loved her sooner? Why didn’t I tell her I loved her every second of every day? Why is life so cruel?

He couldn’t even attend the funeral. He saw your face and locked himself in the bathroom to cry. He spent his days at your grave, and he spent his nights awake, often crying himself to sleep, just to repeat the cycle the next day. He loved you more than anything in the world and he couldn’t believe you were gone. He didn’t know what to do without you. He was empty. The only thing he seemed to be able to say was, “I love you MC”. If only I had been able to say it to you before it was too late.

WOW. Holy shit this was a loooooong one and hella depressing. OMG, I like low-key cried a few times while writing this. Worse because I played this song on a loop while I wrote this D:  be warned kiddies. But um hello? Who is amazing for reading this long ass ficlet, that is a bit rusty because of this ol’ writer, YEAH DAS RIGHT YOU BABY GORILLA <3
Just a friendly PSA- so just like in the fic, driving can be super dangerous. Please make sure that you all drive safely and responsibly because it’s not only your life that can be affected. Let me know which fic broke your heart the most >:D As always I love you guys <33333333 MUAH <3

Today is very Special

Today is… so many things for me…

it’s my first Fathers day…. Little Aura is 2 weeks old, today would have been her due date.


it’s my one-year anniversary of being @bluehasablog

to think…

a year ago, I met the love of my life, and of the course of that year we have loved and cried and shared our lives together. We even created a new life out of our love…

I can’t imagine my life without him. or my two beautiful girls.

I can’t wait for the years ahead

I love you so much Blue.

Thank you for filling the past year with so much happiness. it’s the happiest I’ve ever been in my whole life.

I can’t wait to marry you.

To my two little girls.

You have made one of my dreams come true. 

I’m a father… I’m your father.

I love you both with all my heart and I can’t wait to see you both grow into amazing young women.

Thank You


*Requested* Elijah and the reader were together and married before he was turned, so when he was turned she was too. And when Elijah comes to Mystic Falls (with Y/N) to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on the couple having a cute moment and when Y/N leaves she overhears Elena ask Elijah about their relationship he gets all like glossy eyed and tells her about how their love is everlasting.

(This is set back in Season 2 when Elijah and Elena talk about Klaus and the sacrifice. Also, this was requested pretty recently, but I loved this requests so much I had to write it immediatly. @iamnotlabeled: I hope it does your request justice. Happy reading my lovelies! )

Characters: Husband!Elijah x Wife!Reader, Elena

Story Title: “Truly Everlasting”

Word count: 898

Your name: submit What is this?

The birds outside chirp away while the soft drizzling of the fountain outside of the Lockwood mansion reach your ears. Your husband, Elijah, waits impatiently for Elena to return, while you currently rummage through the impressive music collection of the former Major. It seems he had a passion for renaissance music. Who would have thought?

You spot a particularly interesting piece and immediately felt the need to listen to it, so you place it onto the ancient record player. At the song´s very first tunes you feel hands around your waist and Elijah´s chin resting on your shoulder.

Y/N: “Do you recall how we danced to this song in…”

You try to recall the exact date, but it has been quite some time. Over 400 years to be a little more precise. But luckily your husband engraved every date into his mind.

Elijah: “…England 1601. At the English royal court on your 626th birthday.”

He gently tugs at your waist, swirls you around with one arm and then pulls you close, gently swaying with the music.

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Can’t Sleep Without You

a/n: Not requested, but something that just popped into my head. A lot of stress and not enough sleep makes me want Shawn in my life so much. 



It has been a few weeks since your last solid night’s sleep. You honestly are not really sure what has been going on with you or why you haven’t been able to sleep well. You’ve spent so many nights tossing and turning in bed, unable to get a peaceful rest, but then the morning comes and you practically feel like a zombie. These last four days have been the worst, and it doesn’t help that you’re in the middle of midterms so you have a lot of exams and presentations. For some reason, no matter how tired you are, you just can’t sleep well when night comes. It could be due to stress, since these last few weeks have been uncharacteristically stressful, or because you’re missing your boyfriend who you haven’t seen in a month, and you’re just tired of having to sleep without him every night. 

The one good thing that has come out of the fact that you haven’t been sleeping more than a few hours a night for the past four days is that you’ve been awake to text your boyfriend whenever he has a free minute. He’s off traveling in Europe for work so the time difference is pretty big considering you’re in LA. Normally this would mean you barely get to talk to him much, since you’re both so busy. However, every night this week, Shawn’s texted you at about three in the morning LA time because that is when he’s been free, and you’ve been able to respond because you’ve been awake. He, of course, questions why you’re awake in the middle of the night, but you’re unable to offer him much of an explanation because you’re never quite sure yourself, considering you’re so exhausted, but yet sleep won’t come.

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REQUEST (anonymous )- Hey so I just wanted to say I really like your writing, I only subbed a few days ago but I’ve already gone through your entire masterlist!! And I also wanted to request something where the reader is self conscious about their weight (mainly stomach and back if it matters!)and Steve comforts them about it/makes them feel better about it. Smut is welcome but whatever feels right for you!!Sorry if this is weird,just been self conscious lately and reading somethin like this would help, thank u sm!!

WARNINGS - Insecurities, fluff , smut(unprotected, pls practice safe sex)


A/N- I am so sorry nonny that it took so fucking long to write . I hope you like it . 

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Three months into dating Steve Rogers and you’d still find yourself completely flustered at his sight . He made you genuinely happy unlike the other fuckers in your past . Every small gesture was filled with so much love . The kisses on your nose and forehead to the small squeeze of your hand when you felt lost . He cared for you and you were happy to have someone like him in your life .

The very first kiss you shared with him nothing over the top  . He slowly placed his lips over yours , a little uncertain , but when you wrapped your hands around his neck all apprehensions were lost as he deepened the kiss. The days after were filled with soft gentle make out sessions , until yesterday.

You always wondered why Steve had asked you out when he could have any other girl he wanted . But he always made sure to tell you that he liked you because you were smart and beautiful and woman who can take her own stand . But you couldn’t help the insecurities that always seemed to creep in at the worst of times . You knew how many girls threw themselves at him and how many flirted openly even after knowing that he was with you .

But at the end of the day he came back to you . Laid in your hands , telling you how glad he was to have you in his life .

Yesterday during your playful banter with him , he pushed you over the bed while still tickling you . You tried to pry his arms away but he was too damn strong .

“Steeevee.”, you giggled.

“Bucky is hotter huh?”, he said playfully .

“Yes , NOOOOO!!! You are.”

You said between giggles.

“I love you Y/N.”

He had stopped tickling , laying on top of you with his chest pressed against yours .

“I love you Steve .” With that your lips met in a soft kiss . He pushed your thighs apart as he settled his body between them . He held your jaw in one hand as his tongue slid into your mouth .

In a flash he was back on you after removing his shirt . You couldn’t keep your hands off of him . His hard shoulders , defined abs . His body was fucking sculpted by Michelangelo . You could feel the way his body tensed under your touch and later relaxed at the familiarity . He was utterly beautiful to you . You couldn’t believe he was with you .

And remember how insecurities creep in at the worst times . Well this was it . He was playing with the hem of your shirt . He pushed it a little above your belly button and you pushed it down instantly . You pushed him off of you and got out of the room and went straight to yours .

You tears flowed freely as you walked the hallways . The cold air drying them up  . You heard Steve calling out your name . But you only walked faster. You closed the door as hard as you could before collapsing to the ground against the door . You couldn’t let him see you . You couldn’t let him touch you . How would he feel looking at all of your stretch marks , your imperfections . He had the perfect body , not a single imperfection , while everything you saw on your body , your stomach , your back was everything you hated . If you couldn’t love it yourself how can you expect anyone else to .

All these years , you tried so hard . So hard to love yourself , but every small comment set you back . People don’t realise how much it hurts to see yourself in the mirror and not like it . Wanting to change every bit of it .To wake up every morning wanting to change yourself but to sleep disappointed knowing that there was nothing you could do, however hard you try .

You don’t hear the banging on your door as you fall asleep on the floor . You are awoken the next morning  Natasha calling out your name . You groggily opened your eyes and lazily opened the door . She took in your appearance , red puffy eyes , shirt stained with tears . She pushed open the door and lets herself in . She urged you to take a bath and come back while she picks out the clothes . She has known you for close to 2 years . .She knows everything about you . She will know what is bothering you without you even opening your mouth .  

After getting ready Nat decided that it is better to go out to get you distracted from all of this . You enjoyed spending time with her . She always knew what to do to make you happy . You visited the planetarium and then the handicraft exhibition that you absolutely loved. You even brought back a couple of gifts . You decided to bring one for Steve too to apologize for what happened yesterday . Not that you what you did was wrong but you felt that instead of just running away you could have talked it out with him.

But as soon as you entered through the doors of the tower you started feeling the anxiety creep up . You didn’t want to face him but obviously Nat didn’t allow that to happen . She pushed you towards his room and knocked the door and went away. You stood there re-evaluating your decision . You couldn’t do it . You turned around to go away only to be stopped by Steve calling your name . You turned around to find him leaning against the door with a hint of hurt on his face.  

“Can I come in?”, you asked.

“Yeah , of course.” He moved to give you space.

“Look Y/N, I am so sorry . I didn’t know what came over me . I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable . I just….”

“Hey… It’s okay . It’s not your fault .It’s just..”
“I know. It’s too early.”
“No, It’s….you think it is too early.”

“I mean no. But I understand if you feel that way .”
“I don’t . I don’t know how to say this Steve. I want you . Trust me , I do . But every time I look at you I feel like you deserve someone better. Someone who is like you . Someone who is beautiful , and has an amazing body . I just can’t help but feel that I am not enough for you. I don’t feel beautiful . What if you feel the same …”
“Y/N, stop . You can’t decide you I deserve and what I feel..”
“No, that is not what I meant . I…”
“I don’t know if I deserve you but I love you and I want you . I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world and it makes me sad that you don’t see that . I wish you could see yourself from my eyes .I wish you could see how happy you make me. I want to be with you and only you . And I would make sure you know how much you mean to me .”

You pulled him down by his neck and kissed him passionately . You didn’t care at this moment , you knew he loves you for everything that you are . He walked you back to the bed , while kissing you . You fell onto the bed after feeling its edge against you . He put his arm around your waist and lifted you to lay in the middles of the bed . The kisses trailed down to your neck and shoulder . You moaned his name when he bit on your sweet spot .

“Y/N , we don’t have to do this .”, he said looking up at you .

“I know . But I want to .”you assured him.

With that he lifted the hem of your shirt to expose your belly  . He kissed it all the while looking at you .

“You are so beautiful.” You wanted to scoff at his words but the sincerity with which his voice was laced , you actually believed it .

You gasped when you felt him hook his fingers into your pants and pull it down along with you undies .

“Steve.” You moaned as he pressed kisses along your thighs . His scruff rubbing delightfully against your skin .

You pinched your eyes shut as you felt him place wet kisses on your mound . Your hand involuntarily went to tangle in his hair . Your hips pushed upwards as he licked a long strip along your slit .

“Fuuck.”, you gasped .

“Does that fell good?”
“Mmm hmm .”, you answered and pushed his head down . He chuckled and started licking at your pussy . Short and slow licks made you impatient . You whimpered in frustration and then he spread your lips with his fingers and sucked your whole pussy in his sinful lips . Profanities slipped from your mouth as he delve into you hungrily .

“Steve , come here .” You said between breaths . You couldn’t wait any longer . You wanted him inside of you . You pulled up his shirt and threw it on the floor . He got off the bed to unzip his pants as you removed your shirt and bra .

“Wow .” , he said as he looked as you bare chest .A blush crept up at your face under his gaze .

You laid back on the bed as he climbed on top of you . You took his cock in your hand and slid it along your slit , teasing your clit .
“Y/N…”, he moaned . You positioned him on your hole and he slowly slid in  .

He groaned as you moaned at the sensation . He was stretching you out perfectly . He was big , but you were wet enough to take him .

“Ughhh , so tight . God , you feel so food baby .”
“Move.”, you pleaded as he started slowly thrusting into you . You curled your hands around his shoulder as he increased his pace .

He pulled you up into his lap as you started slowly riding his cock in lotus position . He felt so good . With every thrust he was grazing at and stretching  your walls , hitting your spot perfectly .

“You look so beautiful like this .”

You hid your face in his neck in embarrassment but he pulled you up by your chin  .

“No , I want to see you . I want to see you come apart in pleasure . I want to make you feel so good .”

You took his lips in a searing kiss as you started bouncing harder and faster on his dick. The lewd sounds of skin against skin was not to be heard over yours and Steve’s wanton moans . You looked into each others’ eyes as you felt yourself close to the edge . You could tell Steve was too by the way his veins on his forehead and neck .

“Omg , I can’t last any longer . Cum for me Y/N.”

He slid a hand between your bodies and started running fast circles on your clit . You convulsed around his cock , squeezing him and coating him in your juices .

With last thrust he emptied himself in you . You sat there on his lap , his hands running over the expanse of my back , soothing me from my high as I kiss him on his shoulder and his neck.  

After cleaning yourself and peeing you come back to the bed and wrap your hands around his torso .

“I brought you something.”, you said as you handed him the gift you bought.

“Wow , I love it. Thank you so much Y/N.” He said looking at the painting book and the new brushes.

“I might use it make a portrait tomorrow.” He said winking at you .

“I love you Y/N . All of you .”
“I love you Steve.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face . You felt comfortable and at peace in his arms . You hoped that this lasted forever .

But then again , nothing lasts forever .

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a cute Calum blurb on before fame ever happened? Maybe Like a relationship progressing throughout the years? I just wanna feel light butterflies 😂😩

aw bb i got u 

so i m a g i n e meeting Calum in secondary school. That head of raven hair was so thick and curly, he looked of a shroom head. His scrawny and skinny being was very contradictory to how silly and tough he was as a person. With his insane soccer skills and immense care over his friends and his family, you didn’t know what to make up of Calum Thomas Hood. 

The first time you actually met him was when he purposely kicked the ball towards you, but softly enough that it came to you rolling on the grass. You were sat at the bottom of the bleachers during gym, watching the boys and girls frenzy in their sports. But there you were, watching as Calum jogged over to you to retrieve it. 

“Sorry if it hit you,” Calum would say sheepishly. You giggled, getting on your legs to pick up the ball and toss it to him. “Tossing a soccer ball with your hands? That’s a first for me, Y/N.” 

“Addressing me by my name the very first time we met is a first for me, Calum,” you pointed out with a grin. Calum couldn’t help but smiling widely, the crinkles by his eyes forming with that huge goofy smile of his. That was the first time you knew he was going to be something else when he tossed you his small phone. 

A year goes by, and you two were best of friends. Every morning when you walked over to the school building, the boy had always waited for you in a different position of holding his soccer ball. Right after, he’d drop it to his feet and offer you a hug.

These hugs were sacred to you, because Calum wasn’t the guy to hug many of his friends. It was of course the unquestionable affection that he hugged the other 3 lads, but he was always intimidated to hug girls. So when he hugged you, you felt beyond special. 

As you two developed being best friends, Calum finally showed you his music. In his bedroom, he had a chipped acoustic guitar, one you showed him at a thrift store for 20 dollars. And it always made you smile whenever he played and sung. His voice was still developing due to puberty, but it was nice and nasally and gentle. 

“Wh-what d’you think?” Calum asked, stopping his strumming to play with the neck of his Blink-182 shirt. You smiled, rising from his bean bag chair to get in front of him. Weaving your fingers into his silk-like locks, you smiled and ruffled it a bit. 

“I thought it was amazing,” you’d say honestly. And it was true. “Your lyrics are amazing, the chords are superb. I absolutely love it.”

“Seriously?” Those brown eyes would light up, raising his eyebrows contently as he smiled widely. You couldn’t help but adore his high, chubby cheeks and those mesmerizing crinkles by his eyes. 

“Seriously,” you agreed. He was quick to peel off the guitar from his arms and stood up to give you a big hug. They were warm and safe, feeling his biceps slowly build from his newfound love for music and all the strumming he did. It felt right, smelling the usual scent of Dove and ‘man’ from him. 

“We’re doing a small performance soon at the park,” Calum hummed into your ear. “I’d really love it if you came.” 

“For you, I’d travel across the world,” you assured him, getting a tighter hug as you rubbed his sturdy back.

On November 6th, 2012, you had been dashing down the neighborhood to Luke’s house. After the boys discovered the tweet Louis Tomlinson had made, Calum had called you immediately after. You dashed up to the porch, being greet by Luke’s mum before letting yourself into the living room. The brightness in Calum’s face was the first thing you saw. 

“Congratulations–” you began, but you were immediately sucked into Calum’s arms. He held you tightly, like you were on the brink of falling. But you actually were falling– falling in love with the Maori boy holding you. It felt almost surreal, the amount of pride and love you had for this boy. But all of that was quick to fade when you felt the boy sniffle against the crook of your neck. “Calum?” 

“They invited us on their tour,” Calum choked, having you widen your eyes as the other boys nodded with wide smiles. Your cheeks blushed, feeling embarrassed about how your mind leads immediately to missing him. Life with Calum had been so much sweeter, much kinder with more colors and beautiful sounds. He had filled the void you didn’t know you had. 

“Those better be tears of joy, Hood,” you whispered, trying your best to contain the sadness in your heart. You grabbed the back of his shirt tightly, clenching your fists. “If they aren’t, we’re fighting.” 

“You can’t come, you won’t be there…” Calum croaked, snaking one hand up to your head as he weaved his calloused fingers into the back of your head. You nodded, feeling gracious that he hadn’t tried to ask or beg you to accompany them. You and him both knew you couldn’t, and it killed you both. 

“It’s okay, Cally,” you whispered, pushing him off a bit to look at his face. He was flushed, face rosy with shiny cheeks worth of salty tears. You brought your hands to his face and cupped his cheeks, wiping away the proceeding tears. “I’m in love with you and I won’t let the distance divide us no matter what.” 

“Y-you’re what?” Calum whispered, having you bite your bottom lip before quickly reaching to smash your lips on his. They quivered a bit from the sadness, but they were nonetheless soft and plump, practically welcoming. You felt him melt, lust taking your minds off the woe you two felt. 

“I love you too,” Calum breathed once he broke the kiss. His eyes were stern, assuring you that his words of sentiment were true. You nodded, tears streaming down your face as he pulled you into another hug. “I won’t let the distance divide us either.” And he kept his word. 


“You’re such a dork– you called me an hour early!” You huffed jokingly, walking around your bedroom with the cellphone pressed to your ear. You were back home while Calum was busy exploring the world. You were beyond happy for him, even though you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms. But throughout these years, he didn’t dare lack in calling and texting you. 

“Timezones, babe,” Calum chuckled, having you melt by the petname. “Hey baby, I had a question.” 


“Remember when you said that you’d travel across the world for me?” Calum began, having you giggle. 

“Calum. you always say that before ‘surprising’ me with a plane ticket,” you said. 

“Yes, but there’s something else with it,” Calum said, playing at your curiosity. “How about you come fly over here… and then stay here, with me.” 

“What, as in stay for 2 weeks instead of one?” You asked for clarification. 

“No, no, I mean join the tour,” Calum mumbled. You felt your heart stop, those words playing at your mind. You, on tour with him and your other best friends? That’s a dream that always felt impossible due to the strong gravity that kept you in your hometown. 

“B-but Calum, my job–” 

“Y/N, I will take care of you,” Calum said quietly. “I absolutely need you around because though I can breathe without you, I can’t really live without you. I want you safe with me, right by my side for the rest of my days. I want to be the one to feed you, and take you places you’ve never been before. I want to be the shoulder to cry on whenever you need it. I swear to cover everything, Y/N, just please–” 

“That sounds like you’re about to propose to me, Cally,” you joked. 

“Someday, I’d like to,” Calum said bluntly, having you slightly taken aback. “So, you coming?” 

“…Of course I am.” 

sorta long, sorry xx