he is like the sunshine that brights my days

little things to love about seokmin
  • smiley sunshine!!!
  • cutest lil sunflower!!!
  • the dorkiest boy 
  • powerful vocals 
  • part of the great gag trio
  • seokhorse!
  • always coming up with play-on-words and puns 
  • moves around a lot 
  • a very wiggly person LOL 
  • “twoteen!” 
  • always screaming for some reason. same tho 
  • radiant charisma
  • naruto fan
  • always doing naruto runs or pretends to summon justus
  • has very pretty hands!
  • same birthday as vernon
  • grandpa!seokmin along with grandma!hoshi
  • loves karaoke 
  • super lively, but is also sensitive
  • makes a lot of funny faces 
  • can go from “bright sunny dk” to “mr. steal yo girl dk” in .5 seconds i cant believe
  • “My name is Lee Seokmin, my favorite food is Wenchang chicken” 
  • quite good at cooking! 
  • one of his specialties is losing stuff
  • also singing loudly is another one 
  • remember when he packed a humidifier for ‘one fine day’
  • “I want to bite myself” hAHA OMG
  • yo he has very nice eyebrows like when will i ever
  • predebut seokmin omfg
  • he stil thinks he needs to improve on his singing, he works hard to become better 
  • such a humble human ;; 
  • i hope our lil ray of sunshine has a great day 

Lyrics that remind me of Youngjae

Halo - Beyoncé
Our sunshine. He is so bright in his personality. He shines and lights everything up with his laughter and cuteness. He really did hit me like a sun (っ´▽`)っ 

Happy birthday to our cute otter! I love him so much, and I am grateful that he makes my day brighter <3 I hope you stay healthy and happy for many more years (*´∀`*)/ You are forever my cute angel <3 #SunshineYoungjaeDay

Countdown to Choi Youngjae’s 21st(22nd) Birthday 0/7


Secret admirer!Hoseok

Cubby!Reader’s daily texts with secret admirer!Hoseok~

Part 6


Days passed by and you and “Hope” talked every day; you didn’t even missed out the weekend. You thought a lot about his true being, but didn’t care about it too much anymore. His presence and personality was just so bright and pleasant, that you only wanted to talk to him. He kept on bringing coffee to you every morning and leaving little, colourful sticky notes on it, like ‘To my Sunshine’, ‘Shine bright today’ or ‘Your smile is like the sun’. Still cheesy, but your secret admirer, and you liked it. You always could go in school earlier to reveal him, but in the previous days you realized, that it wouldn’t be fun. Besides it would lose its “wonder”. He always came up with silly ideas and funny things that made you cheerful and smile, so you weren’t complaining at all. 

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Family (Yongguk x Reader) Fluff

Word Count: 1818

AN: Admin S here again! This is dedicated to my dear friend @y-ngguk who is a lovely ray of sunshine, enjoy this my dear! 

Warning: Cheesy, lame fluff

It wasn’t every day that Yongguk woke up to such a beautiful sight. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight that poured in through the windows, he looked at the girl lying in his arms, cuddled against him as her chest slowly rose and fell. Her (h/l) (h/c) was sprawled all over, messy as ever, her soft (s/c) glowing in the sunlight, making her look like a goddess.

Unconsciously, a soft smile its way on to his lips as he slowly pulled his arm from underneath her head, allowing himself to hover as his elbows supported his weight and he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her nose, chuckling to himself. Seeing this had no effect on waking her up, he moved to her forehead, followed by her eyelids when she began to stir softly. “Wake up baby girl.” His deep voice whispered happily as she mumbled incoherently, moving her body closer to his, allowing his warmth to rub off on her.

Smiling, he kissed her jaw, before moving up to her cheeks, kissing the corner of her lips, as she stirred awake. “Mmm, what’s gotten into you today?” Her groggy voice asked, as she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the most breath taking smile she’d ever seen. Yongguk had lied back down, facing her, using one hand support his weight and the other moving under the covers to grab her hand. “I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms, why shouldn’t I be happy?” He asked her, pulling her closer and kissed her soft hair, the familiar smell of her shampoo invading his nostrils.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, you can check on the kids later.” She whispered, burying her face in his neck, placing a soft kiss his neck. “Hmm, whatever you say love.” He replied.


“Noona, what are you cooking?” Youngjae asked, walking into the kitchen, only to be greeted by his hyung’s girlfriend cooking, dressed in Yongguk’s sweater and sweatpants.

“You’ll find out soon, do you want to give me a hand? Yongguk went to wake everyone up.” She replied, as she continued to chop the strawberries. “Sure Noona!” Youngjae replied, stepping into the kitchen of the dorm to help her out. The pair continued to cook, with Youngjae chopping the various fruits and (Y/n) flipping the pancakes.

Yongguk walked in the kitchen, having gone around and woken up the other four. His eyes twinkled as he watched the love of his life interact with Youngjae, the pair laughing about some stupid joke as they moved around in the kitchen, he was so damn lucky to have her.

Soon, the other four piled into the kitchen, with (Y/n) ordering them all to take their spots at the dinner table as she and Youngjae brought out the food. A massive stack of pancakes for each of them, covered in various fruits and whipped cream. She surely was spoiling them.

“Noona, this is so good, it might even rival your cheesecakes.” Daehyun laughed, before digging into his plate and the others soon followed as (Y/n) laughed, before making her way towards Yongguk’s chair and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, leaning down so her head rested on his shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He asked her, offering her a bite, which she gladly accepted. “I already ate before I made these for you guys, I hope you like them.” She grinned, her eyes twinkling with happiness as he gave her his adorable gummy smile.


“Ok, Jongup, get the broom, Junhong, get the vacuum cleaner and Jung Daehyun, don’t you dare even think about sneaking off!” She yelled, causing Himchan and Youngjae to burst into laughter. The 7 of them were cleaning their dorm, which was a complete mess. It had been partially the reason that all of them were here today, otherwise, if it weren’t for (y/n)’s scary death glares, Yongguk would probably be locked away in his studio, Daehyun looking for random food shops and Himchan sleeping like the dead in his room.

It was a nice, peaceful period for the boys, they’d just finished their promotions for Rose and their world tour and were on break for a month or so. Himchan’s fracture had gotten much better, almost completely healed and Jongup’s stomach was much better.

“Youngjae, Himchan, Yongguk, start cleaning the kitchen and living room, the studio and the backyard, me and these three will do all the individual rooms, the bathrooms and the basement. Now get to work, if I see anyone slacking, I’m not making you boys dinner.” She commanded and heard a chorus of “yeses” and groans in response as all 7 of them got to work.


“Finally, it was a pigsty in this dorm, how do you even get this messy?” She asked, throwing the last rubbish bag in the bin and dusting her hands. “It’s the hyungs, especially Youngjae and Daehyun.” Junhong commented, snickering.

“Ok, get yourselves cleaned up now, and then I’m gonna get groceries for you all, you can’t keep living off bread and nutella.” She remarked, moving towards Yongguk’s old room so she could use his bathroom. Yongguk followed her, closing the door behind them as all the kids went off to clean themselves.

“Thank you so much.” He commented, wrapping his arms around her frame as she pulled her hair out of the bun it was in. “It’s nothing love, you guys are family, and they’re my kids too.” She laughed, turning around, gently rubbing her nose against his as she closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Seriously, I don’t know what we all would do without you.” He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers, enjoying the peace and calm of the moment. It were the moments like these that gave him strength, the inspiration, the motivation to continue the strive to make music, to lead BAP to the best of his abilities.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you dorks.” She responded, truly meaning it from the bottom of her heart, the boys were really her family now, all of them and having been together with Yongguk for the past 4 years, she saw their weaknesses, their strengths, their happy moments and their low moments. She’d been Yongguk’s rock during the lawsuit, consistently encouraging not only him but all 6 of them to not give up hope, she was the one that made sure Yongguk ate, and as often as she  could get time off from work, she was with them, listening to them, cooking for them, doing whatever it took to make sure they were not spiralling into a downwards spiral.

“I love you.” Yongguk replied, opening his eyes to see her smiling face. Moments like these were rare but the pair adored them equally. “I love you too love.” She responded.

“But you’re stalling my shower, I still have to go out and buy food and then cook. I’ve got 5 hungry kids to feed.” She laughed, pulling herself off him. “5 hungry kids eh? When did you become a mother huh?” Yongguk laughed, pulling away.

“Let me rephrase that then, 2 children, 2 teens, a mother and an old grandfather, yeah, that’s my family.” She laughed, winking at him before making her way into the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way in.


“Noona, I’ll come with you!” Jongup volunteered, getting up from the couch when (Y/n) asked one of them to accompany her to the supermarket. “Come on, let’s go.” She replied, grabbing her wallet as the pair made their way out of the dorm. Jongup sported a large baggy hoodie, the hood being pulled up to hide his face and a black face mask.

“Noona, I have to ask you about something.” He said as she grabbed a loaf of bread from the bakery. “Go on Jongup-ah, what is it? Why do you sound so tense?” She asked, looking back at him, sensing the tension in his voice.

“Noona, there, there’s this girl, I-I, re-really li-like her.” He stuttered, playing with his hands, avoiding eye contact with his hyung’s girlfriend as he explained his situation. “Jongup! Who is she? Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this.” She smiled back at the boy, ruffling his hair as he had now taken his hoodie off.

“Noona..” He grinned, rubbing the back of his head, his face heating up and turning red. “My little pup is in love, come on, you have to tell me everything!” She gushed, pushing the trolley forward as they continued grocery shopping and she gave him advice as how to ask his girl out.


“We are young, wild and free.” (Y/n) softly sang, stirring the ramen, softly moving her hips to the song before two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

“I know we’re better together.” He continued, singing Zelo’s part in a rather high pitched voice, trying to imitate the maknae but failing miserably. “You should stick to the deep, gruff bits Jagi, they suit you better.” (Y/n) smiled, turning her head around and pecking his cheek. The pair were alone in the kitchen, thus having an intimate moment.

“It smells delicious, I can’t wait.” He mumbled against her neck. “Set the table, get the others to help you, especially Dae, he slacked off while cleaning.” She laughed and Yongguk nodded, following her command.

Dinner was a bliss, (Y/n) sat next to Yongguk on the table, leaning against his shoulder when she was done as she watched the boys crack ridiculous jokes as they ate their dessert, homemade cheesecake, which Daehyun hogged the majority.

Yongguk pulled his hand under the table, intertwining his fingers with his beloved’s, feeling her cold hands in his warm ones, he felt at peace, this was his family, and he cherished them all.


“Aish this girl, Junhong-ah, wake up.” Yongguk smiled, all 7 of them had been watching some lame movie and during the movie, (Y/n) had fallen asleep on Yongguk’s shoulder, with Junhong’s head in her lap as he fell asleep too.

Groaning as he woke, Junhong got up, rubbing his eyes as he made his way towards his room, leaving Yongguk and (y/n) behind. “Let’s get you into bed Jagi.” Yonnguk smiled, pulling his arms around her and hoisting her up in this arms, carrying her carefully to his room. (Y/n) snuggled closer to him, and he smiled, putting her down in bed and tucking her under the covers as he joined her from the other side, pulling her close to him as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Thank you so much Jagi, you make me the happiest man alive, thank you for being part of my family.” He mumbled, placing a kiss on her hair before closing his eyes, feeling content as he held her in his arms.

It’s gonna get bad before it gets good; we need the bad days to keep the good ones in perspective. We’ll tuck hope right next to your heart like a drop of sunshine, sometimes it won’t shine too bright, you’ll think it’s gone but it’s still there. I’ll be here to remind you whenever you need to hear it and if it gets hard to breathe, remember when he smiled for you, because of you. Remember that you kept my mind busy when I couldn’t sleep, I was never too upset when we talked. Remember that we need you in our lives. We may not say it too often but we do. We need you. So when shit gets tough we’ll be there to hold your hand and tell you it’ll get better because darling, it will get better.
—  //The shattered flower
The Honeymoon

Rating: T

Summary:  With the Black Fairy defeated and the Final Battle won, Emma and Killian are able to focus on the important things—like their honeymoon.  Thanks to a souvenir from the latest curse, Killian comes up with a way to give Emma the wedding trip of their dreams.


“An ending isn’t happiness,” Snow said, eyes shining with hope and joy, “being together is.”

Emma’s heart turned over as she hugged Killian, her husband to her with one arm and held Henry’s hand with the other.  They’d done it.  They’d defeated the Black Fairy.  They’d won the final battle.  

And she was still alive—she and all her loved ones.  No more fear hanging over them, no more prophecies of doom and death, no more evil to defeat.  Just peace and happiness and love.

It was like waking up to bright sunshine after the worst nightmare of her life.  The after effects of pain and fear were there, but far more substantial was the relief.  Emma felt the tears gather at the back of her eyes as the adrenaline began to wear off and the emotion took its place.

Killian gave her a tender, knowing look.  He understood; he always understood.

“Well it has been a thrilling day as always,” he said with a cocky grin, “but I do believe my lovely bride and myself are owed a wedding night, and since we were forced to spend the actual night of our nuptials in separate realms, tonight is a more than adequate substitute.”

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the rain loosens my tongue like oil. i am prophetess in the thunderstorm: i speak the truth. maybe (probably) that’s why he only liked me in the sunshine – on the bright days i was never dangerous, never capable of a truth that could crush us like the pressure of his hands on my shoulders. and that is only right. he is too good for being crushed.
—  i’m only honest when it rains // abby, day 257 // prompt for anon
A Note (Jumin x MC)

Jumin notices you’re feeling down and decides to do something to help.

Word Count: 653

Alright so this is partly inspired by a thing I’m doing with some characters but I tweaked it a little bit to have its own sort of thing. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a splendid day!

Also if you are having a tough day here’s a video of an octopus 


The day to say the least had been rough.

It was the small things that never seemed to add together, eventually building up in your head to leave you tired and perhaps a bit short. 

Your husband, Jumin had noticed this quickly. 

He saw the spots of sadness glinting your face and heard the soft sighs that would slip from your lips as though a bit of the day’s weight escaping you with each breath. 

And so he took action.

He sat down beside you, one of his ornate, opulent pens entwined in his fingers.

“Good evening love, are you feeling any better?”

“Is it that obvious?” You gave a weak grin, a bit of guilt seeping into your chest. “I’m sorry.”

“No no, don’t worry darling. We all have our rough days. Even angels.” He chuckled softly, a light heat rising to your cheeks as you soaked in his response.

“T-Thank you.”

“Of course,” He looked down to your hand, raising his brow. “Do you mind if I write something on your wrist?” 

You cocked your head curiously, yet shifted it towards him. “What for?” 

“I want to give you a little note. But one that you won’t have to worry about losing.” 

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see dear.” He hummed, drawing the tip of the pen along your wrist, writing something.

Ideas ran through your head, yet none seemed to quite add up as you expected, merely an overflow of thoughts to answer your question.

What was he writing?

Eventually, though, he pulled the pen back, giving your hand a faint squeeze before pressing a kiss to your temple tenderly. 

“I hope it helps turtledove,” He smiled softly. “here, let me get you a blanket or something, I sure you’d like to just rest for a bit after all.” 

You dipped your head gratefully, already feeling a warmth from the care he took in everything he did for you.

Yet the question still gnawed at you.

You pulled down the edges of your sleeve, peering down to get a closer look.

And what you read warmed your heart.

‘You are the sunshine in my day and the moonlight of my nights                          You are my treasure- the most precious thing in my life                                          I hope the days ahead are as bright as my love for you.’

Comfort drenched you as tears brimmed in your gaze from the kind words, clamping a hand onto your mouth to keep from sputtering into coughs. 

Jumin returned shortly, a blanket folded over his arm until he noticed the tears dribbling from your eyes.

He shot forward, wrapping the blanket around you and pulling you into his arms, concern painting every bit of him.

Until he saw the smile stretching from ear to ear upon your face.

“T-Thank you!” You cried, peppering his face in kisses as you ruffled his hair, bits of laughter slipping from you. “T-Thank you so much Jumin.” 

He was almost in shock before a moment before melting, weaving his fingers through your hair as you curled the blanket around him as well. 

Your breath steadied as you sank against his chest, listening to his tranquil heartbeat. 

“What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you…?” You murmured, closing your eyes peacefully. 

Jumin replied with love-laced words, his gaze as he looked to you as though you were a shooting star.

“Funny, I was about to ask the very same thing.”

Courting Sherlock Holmes

For @victorian-detectives with love.

It was a bright and beautiful May in the year 1901, and my good friend, reluctant muse, and longtime fellow lodger Sherlock Holmes was struggling valiantly through his annual head cold. He is almost never ill, though if I do not look out, he can work himself straight into a nervous exhaustion. But every year I had known him, a virulent cold would beset him like clockwork at the return of fair weather. Within the first week of real, honest, warm spring sunshine, he would begin applying his handkerchief to his nose surreptitiously throughout the day, with an expression which suggested that he was perfectly fine, thank you, Watson. By the third or fourth day from the onset of symptoms he would be really unwell; never feverish, nor so badly off as to take to bed, but hoarse-voiced, coughing, clearing his throat continuously and quite worn out. I did what I could, of course, with nutritious soups and puddings privately requested from Mrs. Hudson, and hot mustard plasters applied to his chest, and frequently proffered shawls, but a cold will not be hastened off. I would have given a great deal to be able to relieve him.

So I felt a sense of nearly providential revelation when, in the midst of some paragraphs in the Journal on so-called nervous diseases, I found evidence suggesting that the prevalence of pollen in spring may induce symptoms like his. I set down my paper and stared at him, snoring softly in the depths of his armchair where he had dropped off into a restless, wheezing, discomfited doze after lunch. Three days before, beginning to be unwell, but not yet housebound, and full-tilt on the trail of a kidnapper, he had stopped in the street to interview a witness to the crime, the driver of an overflowing flower cart parked in lower Oxford. Over the course of a few minutes’ rapid questioning, Holmes had been overwhelmed mid-speech by violent sneezes a half-dozen times. At last, breathless, with watering eyes, he had waved the man away, and buried his face in his handkerchief, with a muffled angry exclamation of “Dear God!” that would have made me laugh aloud had he not been so clearly miserable. He had been worse the rest of the day.

No coincidence, his sneezing fit, then; it had in all probability (supposing the Journal’s information sound) been the fault of the flowers. I looked around the flat with new eyes. There were blossoms everywhere: a vase of freshly-blown roses on the mantle, a posy of begonias drying atop the bookshelf. Mrs. Hudson had even set down a bowl of delicate violets on the table in the midst of Holmes’ chemical apparatus. We all loved flowers and thus welcomed the children selling armfuls in the street as the heralds of spring, and filled the house with their fragrance while the season lasted. Supposing we ourselves had made poor Holmes ill, every year? The conviction dawned clear, and with it, the way to help him; but how to obtain my proof? I sat in the quiet of our rooms, in the glow of the afternoon’s rich sunlight, listening to Holmes’ little whistling snores as he slept, and reasoned my way through the necessary steps for a diagnosis.

By the time he woke, the sun had nearly set, and Mrs. Hudson and I had cleared away every vase and posy in the house. If he noticed their absence, he was too uncomfortable to be interested; he merely looked about him for tea, and when I had poured it out, took it resignedly, visibly consigning the remainder of the evening to gloomy inaction. I resolved to read to him till bedtime, anything he liked, even his legal texts, which were dry as dirt and as impenetrable.

At my offer, he brightened up a little; shuffled through the papers under his chair, and handed over a stained folio, which proved to be a mid-century study on feline biology. I read, softening my voice to suit his mood. I flatter myself I managed to make the sordid details of diseased mammalian organs sound soothing. He closed his eyes and drowsed a little in the firelight, rousing now and then with a cough and a fumble for the truly abominable handkerchief he had been snuffling into all day. I resolved to steal it and substitute a clean one as soon as he had made his way to bed, which he did at last, with a quiet word of thanks. I could hear him blowing his nose in his room, and splashing away at his nightstand; then the clatter and clank of the poker as he stirred up the coals; and finally all fell quiet.

I went round the sitting room, then, and opened wide every window. Any pollen remaining in our rooms had to be well cleared out. The cool night air flooded in as I stood looking out. I thought of hours spent cold and wakeful under unfamiliar skies, amid the mountains of Afghanistan. The crackle of the hearth behind me became the rising sparks of a watch-fire; the soft light of the street-lamps, the cool glow of the Oriental moon, exposing our incursion into her territories–our terrible presumption. Twenty minutes passed me by in moments. When at last I came to myself with a shiver, and drew the shutters, and took myself off to my chamber, I expected to dream of the roar of the artillery, of men and horses screaming, their voices indistinguishable in common pain, and the howl of the mountain wind; but instead I dreamed of Holmes, laughing softly beside me in the dark.

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Thanatos Night Vol.2 {Nia}


CV: Masuda Toshiki

Mune-kyun level: 4/5

R-18?: I wished.


Dummy-head mic used: Even the song used it.

General theme behind Thanatos Night: Once you listen to the songs that these fallen angels sing, you will die. Not only that, you will only be able to see their black wings only if you wish to die.

(Proceed for plot twists, and more of me screaming and ranting basically.)

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 100: The (Delayed) Wedding Night

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 100: The (Delayed) Wedding Night

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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Originally posted by captainswanouat

CS Genre: Deleted Scene (6x22—between the end of the final battle and the Happy Ending montage)

Note: This story was originally published as the first chapter of “The Honeymoon”.

“An ending isn’t happiness,” Snow said, eyes shining with hope and joy, “being together is.”

Emma’s heart turned over as she hugged Killian, her husband to her with one arm and held Henry’s hand with the other.  They’d done it.  They’d defeated the Black Fairy.  They’d won the final battle. 

And she was still alive—she and all her loved ones.  No more fear hanging over them, no more prophecies of doom and death, no more evil to defeat.  Just peace and happiness and love.

It was like waking up to bright sunshine after the worst nightmare of her life.  The after effects of pain and fear were there, but far more substantial was the relief.  Emma felt the tears gather at the back of her eyes as the adrenaline began to wear off and the emotion took its place.

Killian gave her a tender, knowing look.  He understood; he always understood.

“Well it’s been a thrilling day as always,” he said with a cocky grin, “but I do believe my lovely bride and myself are owed a wedding night, and since we were forced to spend the actual night of our nuptials in separate realms, tonight is a more than adequate substitute.”

David grumbled good-naturedly about things he didn’t need to know, while Henry pantomimed getting sick before very pointedly informing the family that he’d be staying with Regina for the next month or so until he was sure he wouldn’t be scarred for life at the Swan-Jones house.

Killian grinned, giving Emma a salacious look from hooded eyes.  “Shall we, love?”

Emma smiled, loving the playfulness in his expression.  “We shall.”

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you know ?!?!!! like how namjoon smiles ?!????? like how his eyes curve so sweetly and his cheeks get all round and his beautiful lips just stretch across his face !!!!! and he looks so gosh darn sweet and happy ?!??!??? like he just glows i mean he’s honestly sunshine !!!! and your heart !!!!??? just explodes !!?! bc his happiness is your happiness and oh my GOD have I ever seen a smile so BEAUTIFUL !! ?!!!!!? and then you just spend the rest of the day thinking about how deeply his dimples creased his cheeks, how bright his eyes were when he grinned ?!?!?????!!!? !!! oh my GOD !!!! and serIOUSLY is there anything more beautiful in the world ?!!!!!?!?!!!

catching bees with honey


Every Tuesday morning James Potter loads the work truck from the florist shop to head over to the local farmers market. His stand usually sat snug in between a pottery stand and a tea display with a bright yellow umbrella marking his territory. 

James had been working at the flower shop for nearly two years post graduation from business school and he had grown to love working in the shop with the neat little greenhouse right out back. He had developed a routine of bringing stock and supplies to the nearby farmers market for Tuesdays and weekends along with a folding chair and a crime novel to catch sun with. 

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Another one for dragon age ace spec event, this time a Damir who is some kind of an ace, I have hard time pinning it down & he probably would have no idea or particular interest in defining it super accurately himself even if he knew the terminology. Appearance here inconsistent with the dragon age incarnation unless his Circle was more lax with what the mages could and should wear (fits the nerd boyfriends au though!) but *handwaves* I like the outfit.

Accismus [Part 2 ; V]

{{ noun // the pretended refusal of something one keenly desires }}

Falling in love is the scariest adventure he had ever took you on.

Fluff, Angst. Slice of Life AU. 2,081 words.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 || video.

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Taehyung waltzes into your life so easily and comfortably, and you can’t help but gravitate towards him, like he’s the sun.

He absolutely radiates with utter joy and excitement over every single wonder the two of you encounter on your search for happiness every day. And every time he glances over at you and beams with such brightness that all you can do is bask in his presence and soak up his warmth. His ever present sunshine spreads to every dark crevice of your heart and curls its way around you until you’ve become a mess of red stained cheeks and sun kissed skin.

On the first day, he takes you the bookstore.

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anonymous asked:

Okay, I had this idea but I cANT WRITE SO hi,, a fic where dnp watch a horror movie and it really scares Dan and he can’t sleep so he gets up and goes to Phil’s room for comfort (you can choose the rest eheh) <3 your writing is amazing

loving that my followers are getting into the spoopy mindset in the first week of october, kudos. 

Enjoy! x

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Forever is Better with You

Summary: Dan and Phil go on their honeymoon and adorable fluff ensues.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: like one swear, references to sex

A/N: There is a lack of honeymoon fics in the phandom so this is my contribution.

Golden sunshine and golden skin.  Kisses pressed to smooth skin salty with the ocean.  Relaxed giggles while laying on towels on the beach.  Blue eyes that matched the surf and smiles that captured the sun.

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Viktuuri #74 (aka a bunch of Mafia!AUs)

You are my sunshine [Angst]
“Let’s leave together, solnyshko,” Victor murmured, leaning into Yuuri’s touch.
Before, Yuuri would never even dare to do something like this, to throw away the life he had shed so much blood for just because of a man. But as he stared into Victor’s bright, blue eyes, he was filled with a new steely determination, a flame that would only grow stronger with each passing day.
“I’m ready now.”

Rooftop confessions [Fluff]
There’s someone on his rooftop. Right in his carefully selected vantage point. Which figures, really, because of course there were going to be pretty distractions when he was on a time limit.

(or: that one in which Yuuri’s a sniper for hire, out to complete an assignment, and Victor’s in the FBI’s Organized Crime Division, standing right in his spot. Concessions need to be made, because there’s no way either of them is leaving until they can finish both their jobs.)

Into the mist || THis is not the end [Angst]
She’s not sure if she should be surprised or not, seeing the familiar sight of a tall, pale haired man standing right at the spot she’s headed to.

(or: it’ll always be the Katsuki family to the rescue. Always. Always. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.)

The rush of blood [Fluff/Angst]
There have been strifes between families these few years over territories, drug routes and what not. Times have changed, and betrayal is on the high with easily bought over loyalties. Whoever is willing to spend the most money will no doubt gain an upper hand over the rest quickly.But not for the Nikiforov family.

A trail of bodies are left behind every time someone even thought of betraying the Nikiforov family. Word is that the Pakhan himself doesn’t even need to lift a finger, that he has someone working behind the shadows for him. And word spreads fast, especially in this world. Every second counts, and if you’re slower for just one second it will cost you your life.

Crouching tigers [Humour]
Whatever the hell Yuri had been expected when he finally got around to joining the pig and Victor in the hot springs, it sure as f*** hadn’t been the humongous red dragon tattooed on the pig’s back.

(or: that one in Yuri goes on a journey to figure out why something about Yuuri, the Katsuki family and Hasetsu as a whole seems… Very… Strange. There’s no way in hell Katsudon’s in the yakuza. Right?)

Solnyshko [Fluff]
“So the little bird has flown his cage,” Viktor murmurs, his lips curling. “You can come out now. That’s a terrible position to sit in for so long.”

Yuuri shifts uncertainly, then slowly crawls forward from under the desk. Viktor doesn’t bother to move his chair any further back, and so Yuuri uses Viktor’s knee to pull himself up, his gloved fingers trailing across the hard muscle of Viktor’s thigh before he stands. Viktor spreads his legs obligingly to give him room, looking every inch the indolent king, and Yuuri trembles, gripping the knife tightly in his hand. One wrong move, and he will die. The right move, and Viktor Nikiforov’s empire will fall apart.

He doesn’t move at all.