i love him more than i love cookies

Cookie Day (WinterIron Quick Fic)

This is just fluffy WinterIron. Just fluff. To make up for the tear fest that was “Moments” lol

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Bucky made….cookies.

Like really, really insanely good cookies. While humming, and listening to slow music as he took over the kitchen in the Tower. He even wore an apron most times.

And really, the team didn’t know what to do about it.

Mostly because even a year and a half after Steve brought him home, Bucky was still quiet more days than not. He still wore his hair long, his chin scruffy. He hardly ever smiled, hardly ever engaged with anyone. He was never in anything other than a long sleeve because he didn’t like the attention his arm inevitably drew, even though Steve had told him at least a hundred times that no one here ever noticed. He didn’t wake up screaming with nightmares anymore, but no one ever actually saw him sleep either so…

Anyway. Cookies.

Like, the best cookies in the world. Like thick and fluffy and packed with butter and chocolate and enough sugar to put an elephant down. And he absolutely refused to share.

In fact, no one was even allowed in the kitchen while he was baking. Clint had tried one time to scoop some cookie dough and Bucky had (accidentally) almost broken his hand.

So the team retreated, hovered outside the kitchen door and plotted ways to get to the cookies.

Steve had assured them that back in the day, Bucky had in fact been the best cook he had known, always making something in his mamas kitchen, and then cooking for Steve after his parents passed.

It didn’t matter what it was- thick, crusty bread, impossibly light pastries, and of course these amazing cookies— Bucky could make them no problem, and was happy to do every time Steve looked just the littlest bit hungry.

Of course Steve had been allergic to or at least sensitive to nearly everything back then, so little bites and nibbles was the best he could do. And now that he was a 100% healthy, super serum powered soldier who needed upwards of 4000 calories a day to keep his body running… well Steve was just as desperate as the rest of them to get his hands on some of Bucky’s cookies.

But alas, it wasn’t going to happen. Because Bucky only ever baked enough for himself, just enough to pile on a plate that he then hoarded on his lap during team movie nights, an entire gallon of milk sitting next to him because that’s how much milk it took to wash the cookies down.

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Prompt:  Cute fluffy thoughts: Patton being a dad to everyone and exhausting himself, Virgil coming in with a mug of hot chocolate and some cookies. Patton wondering what’s up, Virgil just sets the stuff Down, covers him with a blanket and sits next to him saying, “you need to take care of yourself, dad.” And Patton tearing up ~ @abstractedthinking 

CW: Exhaustion, slight depression, angst

Notes: I was already planning to write this, but after tonight’s vid, it seems even more appropriate. No spoilers, though. 

Pairing: Moxiety (platonic)

He tries to stay happy. He really does. And truthfully, for the most part, he manages it. 

There’s a lot to be happy about. Thomas is doing well. He’s had phenomenal success as a social media star; he’s doing what he loves, and he’s surrounded by people who love him. And if there’s the occasional heartbreak, well–that’s part of life, isn’t it? That’s how people grow and learn about who they are and what’s really important to him. 

And Patton can take it. He can. He’s stronger than a lot of people give him credit for. 

But that’s okay, too, because if he needs to be the soft one they all come to when their own edges are too sharp, well, that’s just fine. 

He can take it. Whatever they need, he can take it. 

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So here’s the thing

Yes Sara loves Scott more than life itself. She loves him more than she loves brownies and chocolate chip cookies, hard to believe I know.

But that does not stop her from messing with him.

And that means that every week he receives photos of their expeditions that become increasingly more elaborate.

It starts off harmless sure, the wish you were hear photos and hey I found this cool plant photos. But then.

One day Scott recieves a photo of a literal man-eating plant.

She sends him a photo of her and vetra wearing shades with spewing lava in the very-near background.

Liam picks up on this and soon he’s in a good majority of the photos and basically they’re both just giant goofy nerds

One day he gets a photo of Sara with a very confused Kallo in the background with the caption “I have a cute boyfriend and you don’t #suckit” and Scott is personally insulted that she didn’t tell him sooner

Then he receives a photo of Drack holding Sara over the edge of a cliff and he had a fucking heart attack.

She once sent him a blurry picture of her running frantically away from a hoard of giant beetles, and he later gets a photo of her stuck in a hole she used to escape the bugs, with Jaal trying to help her out and liam dying of laughter in the background. Basically she starts giving him a heart attack once a week.

He gives up on scolding her for being reckless after getting a photo of her, liam and Jaal silhouetted by a huge explosion. It’s no longer advised for his health.

Re: mended hearts and many reasons why

Originally posted by nochuie

+ “You like me more than you like him/her, right? Right?”
+ “I love you, you know that right?” “Yes, but why?”
+ “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” “Well, kiss me so they see.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1054
Requested by: anon

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event

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Jung Kook x Reader , tumblr prompt.

Pairing : Jung Kookx Reader

Rating : M ( mildly mature content)

Genre : Angst. 

Prompt : 

“How long have you been standing there?”
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“I made a mistake.”

You stood on the edge of the wall, laughing as you held on to the ends of your scarf. The wind was incredibly fast and it was obvious you were going to lose the scarf, or your footing real soon. 

“Baby, you’re going to fall!” Jung kook is hovering at the base of the wall, arms extended and ready to catch you just in case and you grin impishly. 

“That’s what you’re here for , my Hercules!” You wink and he smiles fondly, eyes crinkling and face relaxing palpably. Jung Kook wears his heart on his sleeve and it tugs on your heartstrings : the knowledge that he would never hurt you in anyway. 

“I’m here but I don’t want anything to hurt you, baby!! ” He said and you nod before squatting down and leaping into his arms with a shriek.

 He laughs and catches you straight out of the air, your body barely hitting the ground as he swings you around in his strong arms. 

When he finally lets you down, You loop both arms around his neck, staring up at his handsome face. The amount of affection you feel for him hits you like a physical ache. 

“I love you more than I love myself, Jung Kook. “

He swallows nervously. 

“I love you too, y/n.”


It’s a little past four and you sneak out of the classrom slowly, fingers curled around the tin box full of homemade sugar cookies. You made those specifically for Jung Kook and though you knew that you’re due to meet Jung Kook at the bus stop outside his dance studio in a little over an hour, you think now is a good time to surprise him. He’s usually running low on energy after dance practise and surely some cookies ought to recharge him right back up! 

You can’t help but smile as you walk down the street. You’ve been together for nearly a year now and deep down , you know he’s the one. Jung kook looks a bit scary but he’s such a softie on the inside : so poilte , so sweet and so incredibly affectionate. 

He’s never made you feel unwanted or left out, sharing parts of himself that you know are intensely private. And you love him for it. 

Now that you’ve almost finished college , you can’t help but wonder if you guys should talk about moving in together. You’ve been saving up a bit and Jung Kook ihas a steady job with the dance studio so, you should be able to afford a place of your own right? And you’ve already landed an internship with one of the top  magazines in Seoul. 

It would all work out. 

As you move to the entrance of the studiop, you notice jung Kook’s car in the lot and run over instinctively, running your hand over the hood. A blush creeps into your face as you remember the time he’d pinned you against the glossy metallic surface and kissed the life out of you. 

That was when you went camping . It had rained like hell and you’d ended up camping inside the car , fogging up the windows as you spent the night in the back seat, wrapped around each other. He had kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he tangled his tongue with yours, hips pinning you to the seat and the strength of his arms keeping you from falling off. 

That’s when you learned that sex in back seats of cars is not really as romantic as it’s made out to be, what with the edges of the seats digging into your sides. 

But it had still been …. breathtaking.

Because it had been him. 

Your first. 

Your last.

Your everything. 

Whistling at the fond memories, you slowly make your way to the studio. Studio number Eight is slightly ajar and you can hear Jung Kook’s distinct grunt inside and you move , ready to call out for him when the femal voice comes out, startling you and freezing you in place. 

“When are you going to break up with her?” 

You stand outside the door, hand still raised to knock, smile still frozen in place. 

You stare dumbly at the plywood door in front of you, certain that you’d misheard. 

“Aeri… I can’t just break up with her… I just…I can’t hurt her like that!”

“Well you should have thought of that before you slept with me!” 

You blink stupidly and your fingers go lax, the cookie tin slipping out and landing on the floor with a deafening crash. you stare at the cookies, some of them cracked and powdered and crushed.

Much like your heart at the moment. 

You kneel down to gather the broken cookies and there’s a rustle of movement behind the door and then suddenly , Jung kook is standing there, looking like he has been shot. 

You stare back at him, feeling so small and foolish.

“i made cookies. The ones you like…. with the blue sugar.” You whisper. 

The door is flung open again and a girl rushes out , pausing just enough for you to get a glimpse and…  oh.

She looks really pretty : ice blond hair and a dancer’s body, long legs encased in blood red heels. She barely gives you a glance before rushing away and you stare after her vaguely.

Jung Kook swears and grabs your arms, gathering you up into his arms.

“Baby…. how long have you been standing there?!” His voice cracks over the syllables and You clench your fists and push against his shoulder….

The tears are stinging but you swallow down the pain. 

“Long enough to say that we’re done. “ You stutter out and it’s an instinctive reaction more than a thought out one. You know that after a few hours, this is going to sink in and you’re going to want to kill yourself but for now , you just want to get away from him.

“No!! Y/n… wait!1 i made a mistake!! You weren’t supposed to hear that!! i was going to break it of.. i love you… please..y/n give me one more chance…” jung Kook’s eyes are brimming with tears, the implication of what he’s done finally sinking in. It hits him then, just how much he loves you. How much he doesn’t want to see you hurting. 

The pain in your face makes his heart shatter and he knows he’ll spend the rest of his life making it up to you…

He pulls you close and buries his face into the curve of your neck.

“i’m sorry…i’m so sorry baby…i’l make it up to you….I love you so much…I’ll die if you leave me….please don’t leave me, y/n “ 

Your voice caught on a sob but you let yourself hug him weakly.  

All you can think was :

 Jeon Jung Kook ,  

 I guess, when you said you didn’t want anything to hurt me , you weren’t including yourself. 


 Author’s Note : * angsty drabble * :’(  

If you have a request from one these prompts  be sure to send me an ask…… 

Request from @fangirljeffy !

“ I was wondering if I could maybe get a Wilford x reader one-shot where the reader had a horrible day? “

Wilford x reader,

Gender neutral pronouns, fluff!

Today had been fucking awful for (y/n). They had to go out to run errands basically all day and since morning things had been going terribly. They walked up to the door to get back in the house, they’d unload the groceries later, or Wilford could help, whatever happened later didn’t matter as they remembered all the events from today as they looked for the right key to use on the door. When (y/n) left the house this morning they forgot their money, this didn’t upset them though, they just took a breath and drove back home, got it quickly and were back on their way. The sky was a bit cloudy but it certainly wasn’t anything too bad right? They were wrong, after forgetting their grocery list and trying to remember all the items they came out to pouring rain, they got back to their car absolutely soaked to the bone. The next store they were visiting for some extra materials they needed for a project had freezing ac, which did not help whatsoever. On the way back home, (y/n) had to suffer through a dreadfully long traffic jam. Now, as they finally unlocked the door to their lovely home with Wilf, there was terribly loud thunder and flashes of lightning in the evening sky.

All they wanted to do was surprise Wilf by doing the shopping for once. He was always so protective, taking care of most of the responsibilities and just letting (y/n) do their own thing. They wanted to help! But unfortunately, today in particular the universe seemed to disagree with that idea. They could smell whatever baked good Wilford had prepared today from the kitchen but they were on the brink of a breakdown and (y/n) just collapsed on the soft pink couch in the living room.

“Where were you, Hun? I made your favorite cookies! I missed yo-“

Wilf excitedly called for them as he came over from the kitchen until he saw them splayed on the couch. He rushed over, slightly panicking. “Cupcake what happened? You look exhausted!”

“Nothing… It’s fine Wilf, I’m fine, I just got the groceries.” (y/n) sighed, tears starting to well up, they were exhausted, but Wilford always did the work, they needed to help.

“Nonsense love! Come on, I’ll draw a bath and you’ll get changed into some pajamas, then we’ll talk.” Wilford helped them sit up and quickly ran off into the nearby hallway, heading to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath. There was no arguing at this point.

(y/n) felt like shit, but they cracked a light smile at Wilf. He was always so sweet to them. (y/n) stared up at the white ceiling and around to the light-yellow walls, a lovely lemonade and strawberry mix of colors generally adorning the house. When he informed them the bath was ready, he practically pushed them to go. They shed their soaked clothes and sank into the water, it was delightful. They took in the warmth and once done, dried themselves off. Will had picked out some comfortable pj’s to wear and left them on their bed; (y/n) got dressed before heading back to the living room. Will was already sitting, with Netflix up on the tv, waiting for them to choose a movie, and their favorite cookies set on the table in front of the couch.

“Come here sugar, you really shouldn’t have gone through all that trouble today.” Will patted the spot next to him on the couch.

(y/n) walked over and sat down, leaning onto Will. He smelled sweet and he was warm, also clothed in his pajamas, (y/n)’s baby blue and Will’s baby pink.

“I just… I wanted to help.” (y/n) uttered out, tired. They went through the movies, settling on one they knew Will also liked and letting it play.

“Sweetie, you do so much already. You help me with work whenever you can, you always find ways to make me smile, you make sure I’m fine. I love you, you don’t need to do more to help for me to love you more than I already do.” He booped their nose and (y/n) laughed lightly, his bubbly attitude always bringing them back.

“I love you too Wilfy.” (y/n) pressed themselves against him more, smiling, calm again. They picked up a cookie and took a bite, enjoying the wonderful sweetness of it. Will was a great baker, no doubt. Will draped an arm over their back, as the movie played on the tv in front of them.

“You’re mine, darling, I’ll make sure you stay happy and well as you should be, got that?”

“I do, thanks Wilfy.” (y/n) smiled and happily let themselves rest more of their weight on Will, enjoying the comforting words.

“No need to thank me sugarplum, I’ll always remind ya when ya need it.” He pressed a kiss to (y/n)’s head as they giggled and they both watched the movie, happy.

Outside the rain still came down hard on the pavement, but that was irrelevant now, all that mattered in that moment to (y/n) was them, Wilf, and the bond being shared by both.

Today wasn’t so bad after all.

“Shiver” - Kurt/Blaine

from a one-word prompt: “shiver”

Inspired by the recent weather (if you live in the northeast quarter of the States like Kurt and Blaine), here is some silly/smutty/sappy winter Fluff – in which Blaine wants to play, Kurt wants to stay in bed, and everyone manages to get what they want.

1770 words | AO3

Kurt startles awake at the sound of the wind whipping against the bedroom window, groggily blinking his eyes open with a disgruntled little whine. He’s alone in the bed, though he distinctly remembers falling asleep with a husband-shaped heating pad in his arms. “Blaine?”

Blaine’s leaning against the windowsill next to the bed, silhouetted against the dim gray light and staring out at the heavy snow that hasn’t stopped falling on New York City since yesterday afternoon. His hair is mussed and he’s only wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants. “Morning, baby.”

“It’s so early, why are you up? You know we don’t have to go anywhere today. Everything’s closed.”

“Natural alarm clock, I guess,” Blaine answers. Then he hums, pressing his hands against the windows, and says, “Gosh, the snow is so beautiful when it hasn’t been touched yet.”

“So am – I haven’t been – “ Kurt tries for a dirty joke, but he can’t even piece one together in his sleepiness. He yawns, shivering in the slight draft. “Just… come back to bed, it’s a snow day. Did years of school in the Midwest teach you nothing?”

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allthewaytovictorytown-deactiva  asked:

Café date HC with Ethan

Ohhh my goodness!!

•ethan ordering you his fave coffee because he loves showing you new things

•eth insisting you try it in front of him bc you’ll LOVE it

•"its really good babe"
“I knew you’d like it!!!”

•taking pics of eth while he sips his coffee

•eth making jokes about how he loves coffee more than you

•"coffees the only other thing id marry besides you"
“Its okay if i dont marry you ill marry pizza”

•eth buying you a heart cookie

•"hey (y/n)“
“I dont know what looks better, this croissant or you”
“You’re not allowed to watch MTV anymore”

•trying to work on your paper for school while youre there but getting distracted by how cute eth is

•eth blowing you kisses jokingly from the order line

•eth playfully writing his number on a napkin and sliding it to you

•"ethan why did you give me this, we’ve been dating for months”
“Yeah but every time i see you its like the first time”
“You’re so corny i love you”
“I love you too”

Wow ethan would be such a good boyfriend im crying

Fortune (Philip x Reader)

Word Count: 1,253

Warnings: food, soulmate, swears

Authors Note: yo yo yo. it’s been a hot minute. i missed y’all. sorry i’ve been so inactive, but i hope this pip soulmate fic makes it up to you. let me know what you thought!

Summary: Soulmate AU where the soulmate’s name is printed inside a fortune cookie. (i think this is original? i’ve never seen it anywhere but feel free to let me know!)

Requests: none- this is some sort of tradition that all my philip fics are not requested but random shit that comes from my imagination.


You sat in a dimly lit booth of your local Chinese restaurant, soft music filling the amiable atmosphere. The gold foil detailing of the walls were embedded in your brain, and you swore you could remember the number of tassels on each curtain by heart for you and Philip had came here at least once a week.

“You think today is the day?” he asked, looking up from his menu.

“I hope so.” you replied, eagerness settling in your heart.

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I love how I grew up with a cartoon where three kindergarteners have beat the shit out of The Actual Devil more than once and that’s just a normal occurrence and it’s very rarely brought up that this guy’s actually a Big Deal™ like, “Satan’s back on his bullshit, time to kick his RuPaul ass back to hell and go home for some cookies.” Iconic, honestly.


a/n; honestly,, jk’s gcf in tokyo gave me ideas and i just jskdmsozkw(and please forgive me for my suckass moodboard skills colour coordinating is hard)

  • jungkook wanted to have a side job after many years in the idol world
  • other than helping hoseok w his dance studio
  • so he decided to be a youtuber, which he lowkey enjoys doing
  • he likes being behind the camera, more than being on camera
  • except sometimes where he does prank videos on taehyung or dance videos as 3J(jhope,jimin,jungkook)
  • the content on his channel is pretty messy tbh, sometimes dance covers, dance tutorials, cooking tutorials, travelogues, vlogs etc
  • every member would at least be guesting in 1 of jungkook’s videos
  • meokbang w seokjin, composing w yoongi or namjoon, dancing w hoseok and jimin, pranks w taehyung
  • editing is honestly on point?? and will meticulously list down the places he went to, the bgm he uses for his videos, camera used and editing software
  • reached 1 million subscribers in a week so youtube gave him the silver and golden play button at the same time LOL
  • now,, you first met jungkook at a really quaint cafe in osaka
  • you were surprised to see jungkook in japan in his free time
  • you knew of bangtan and you liked their music and members, but you werent really a diehard fan of them either
  • you, a travel writer/show producer(think buzzfeed), was dispatched to osaka to find eating recommendations to readers and perhaps have a potential Worth It episode
  • you were just minding your own business, typing away on your laptop when someone tapped on the table
  • you looked up, and nearly gasped because,, bangtan’s jungkook?? wow
  • jungkook spoke some stuff in japanese which you couldnt understand but by the looks of it he was prolly asking if the seat across you was taken
  • you shook your head, as he shot you a grateful smile and settled into the seat
  • you took some short glances at jungkook, and he was busy looking through some pictures on his dslr
  • you knew your friend being a big fan of jungkook, you discreetly took you your phone and took a picture of him,, until the clicking sound of the camera went off loudly and startled him
  • you cursed under your breath and apologised,, he just giggled and you were confused??
  • “b-by a-any chance are you bts’ jungkook?”
  • “yes i am, do you want a picture?”
  • “n–no m–my friend–”
  • “its okay! im not on official schedule anyway^^”
  • hin being so smilely and open about it made you feel really bad honestly, he looked really invested in his pictures
  • in the end, you did have a picture with him and his signature on the cafe’s napkin
  • below his signature was a few numbers scribbled on it, with “nice to meet you, y/n-ssi! i hope to be in your buzzfeed article soon;)”
  • you were like,, wait…he knows me??
  • jungkook actually reads buzzfeed articles and his favourite ones always come from you
  • thats how the both of you met
  • fast forward a few months later
  • the both of you are a couple
  • it was hard for jungkook to keep it under the wraps honestly but it was a good decision because hiding is never easy
  • the both of you would buy an apartment together and live together
  • a really huge step for a couple of like,, 1 year LOL but jungkook insists on it, he didnt want you to commute 2 hours to work
  • just a simple, 3 room apartment in gangnam
  • 1 room for you and jungkook, 1 room as a “filming studio” and the other for work/editing
  • you do use the filming studio quite alot due to the need to take nice photos of food
  • jungkook helps you of course,, by eating it
  • cooking videos now have you as a featured guest
  • jungkook actually listens very well and the dishes come out better than you expected
  • but when the camera is off, jungkook is clingy af even when youre just checking the cookies in the oven
  • “baaaabe”
  • “hmm?”
  • “i love you”
  • “i love you too, jungkook”
  • “more than food?”
  • “uH”
  • on travel vlogs, jungkook would take you around to places the fans recommend him to go to
  • and will film you but youre always shy
  • “i have no makeup on please nooooo”
  • “i love you the best without makeup and youre beautiful without it shut up”
  • even when the both of you are just at hongdae for some shopping jungkook will film you with his phone too?? honestly a personal paparazzi lmao
  • but all those clips come to use during a video montage for your anniversary and you cried alot
  • will actually do embarrassing stuff like, girl group dances, my girlfriend does my makeup
  • because the fans want it, and he just wants you to be part of his channel too, because youre a big part of his life that keeps him happy and sane

(take with this what you will. this is supposed to be anyone)

(please send in requests!!!! I will write about whomever I tag below)

Maybe I was naive, maybe I was gullible, or maybe he really meant what he said. Whatever the truth may be, I still ended up in pieces. A million, tiny, sharp pieces that would cut you open if you ever came close to me. I trusted him, and he betrayed me.

I loved him. He was the first person I had ever loved. I wanted to believe so badly that we would defy the odds and come out on top. I wanted us to last forever, and he told me he felt the same way. Unfortunately, he lied and I cried. How does love go to hate so fast?

I remember when we first started talking. He told me to keep it between us, and I told him I thought that would be fun. No one knew about us and the deep conversations we would have at ungodly hours of the night and morning. I told him all of my secrets and he told me his. He told me I was one of a kind and he thought that was the best thing about me. I told him to stop making me blush.

I remember when I finally cracked and first told my best friend about us with the biggest smile on my lips. She lacked the enthusiasm I contained, telling me she failed to see what was so great about him. I told her that he was different from what she thought. She said that he was definitely not what I thought he was and he wanted to keep us a secret because he was embarrassed. I told her she was wrong, and that I would prove it to her. I should have believed her.

I remember the first time I went over his house. We sat on his couch watching dumb Spanish soap operas, even though the both of us were mediocre Spanish speakers at best. What my best friend had said messed with my head, and I did believe her for a bit. I found it difficult to pay attention to the show and he noticed that. He asked what was on my mind and I meekly replied, “nothing.” He knew there was never nothing on my mind, so he persisted. I told him.

I remember his reaction. He stared blankly at me for a few moments before letting out a deep sigh and lightly shutting his eyes. I stared up at him with big eyes and a hope that what my best friend had said was untrue. He looked at me again and pulled the typical boy move. He pushed my hair out of my face and reassured me that he wanted to be with me and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. I believed him and I wish I hadn’t.

I remember walking into school with him the next day. The people who knew us stared and whispered and within the first block of the day, everyone knew we were together. People in my classes whispered, people in the halls whispered, teachers even whispered. I was overwhelmed and he knew that. He told me that was what he wanted to spare me from, but I told him I could handle it. It just took some getting used to. He got me to relax, and I was immensely grateful.

I remember the first time we ever really kissed. I was sad about something dumb when we were together and he hated that. At first it was just a hug, with his chin resting on the top of my head. It was simple, but it was sweet. He whispered sweet nothings to me as I moped about, and he found that ineffective. I was sad and I told him that nothing could change that. He tried to fix me anyways.

I barely remember the moments before and after the kiss. He had my head spinning in tens of thousands of different ways. I was ranting about why I was sad and I had failed to notice the look he was giving me. After I finished speaking, his lips were on mine within seconds. I melted into his touch, my stomach doing flips and my heart running laps around my entire body. I had never felt that way in my entire life and I never wanted to stop feeling that way. I was putty in his hands and he knew that.

I remember the first time I fell asleep at his house. It was a Friday night after an excruciatingly long week of school, and I desperately needed to relax. He and I had been dating for about two months at that point and they had been the best two months I had experienced in a while. I had dozed off on his shoulder while we watched a movie. I woke up to a million soft kisses on my neck and a billion selfies of me sleeping on his shoulder.

I remember the day I realized I loved him. We were driving around in his car with no destination in mind. We were silent; the only sound was the drops of rain and music that softly flowed from the speakers in the car. He had one hand on the wheel, the other strategically placed in mine. My eyes followed the street lights as we drove past them. I found myself very happy with him and the place I was at in my life. Looking over at him, a feeling so crushing to my chest flooded through my body and I knew. I knew then that the overwhelming feeling that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time was love. I loved him, and I prayed that he loved me back.

I remember the day he told me he loved me. I made him bake cookies with me, and no matter how many times he denied that it was fun for him, I knew it was. He got to eat cookie dough, which I couldn’t because of my raw egg allergy. He made a point to rub in my face all of the cookie dough he could eat. I had just put the cookies in the oven when I caught him staring at me with a light in his eyes that made me want to scream. I asked him what he was staring at. He told me, very nonchalantly, “the girl I had the pleasure of falling in love with.”

I remember the feeling I got after hearing him say that. I stared at him, blankly I suppose, because his smile dropped completely after a few seconds of no reaction. I was beyond happy that he loved me, and I was more than one-hundred percent positive I loved him too. For some reason, my lungs felt like they were being squeezed by concrete hands and my stomach felt like it was twisting in a million different directions. He apologized, reached out to me, and pulled me into his arms. I cried, told him about my problems with love, and promised him I loved him too. It was then I realized how deep my issues were rooted.

I remember going to the junior Prom with him. We had been dating for six or seven months, and I was still amazed by him. He dealt with my issues, which I was slowly overcoming, and never made me feel like a burden. I was more than excited for Prom because I knew it was going to be the best time of our high school careers. I wore a red dress with jewels on the top and a high neck. I even thought I looked great. I refused to let him see me in it before pictures for the prom. I only sent him pictures of the color so he could get a suit and a boutonniere.

I remember the look on his face when he saw me for the first time in the dress. He looked wonderstruck and like I was an angel gracing his presence on Earth. (He told me that was what I looked like soon after.) I had never seen him look at me like that, and it made me feel absolutely every happy emotion there was. He made me feel like a princess, and he definitely looked like my prince. My mother cried and so did his, and the both of us just laughed at them. Nothing could bring us down. Nothing at all.

I remember the party after Prom. He had offered to have it at his house, and everyone graciously accepted. He invited both of our friends, which had started morphing into one group with the progression of our relationship. Everyone got along, which made everything that much easier. Half of the grade ended up showing their faces at the party, which stressed him out a lot. Most were drunk, and we were on our way to getting there with them. It was a good thing we all had changed out of our expensive clothes.

I remember what came next. He had gone to the bathroom and I was alone on the couch. I held a drink in my hand and slowly looked around at everyone in the house. A different boy sat next to me, and slowly slid his hand up my thigh. I attempted to move it, but it flew back like a magnet. The boy told me that I was too good for my boyfriend. The boy told me that if I ever wanted a good time, a better time than with the boy I had, he was always available. The boy told me to leave with him so he could show me that good time, for future reference. I told him to “back the fuck up” and he didn’t.

I remember the fight that sprung from the dumb boy’s stupid remarks. He had come back from the bathroom and found me uncomfortably trying to get the boy away. His anger and jealousy reached its boiling point and he pulled the boy away from me. They started fighting while most watched except for a few who tried to pull them off of each other. After multiple screams from me and others to stop, they were pulled apart from each other.

I remember leaving them both in that room. I made my best friend take me home. I left him and the dumb boy at the party. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so mad, but I was. He could have killed that boy, and although he deserved it, I was scared. I wanted to believe that he was better than that. After I got home, I ignored him for a few days. I ignored his texts, his calls, his attempted conversations in the hallway. I ignored him to the best of my ability.

I remember how he showed up to my house the following Saturday, soaking wet from the rain and frown on his lips. I finally stopped ignoring him and let him in my house. I gave him a towel and waited for him to start speaking. He started off by apologizing and explaining about how it made him sick to picture me with any other guy. He began rambling on about that and about how much he loved me and wanted no one else but him to be with me.

I remember telling him to shut up as I laughed slightly. I kissed him a few times. I gave him new clothes to change into and showed him to the bathroom. I sat on my couch, scrolling through Netflix. I tried to find a movie to put on but failed miserably. Nothing looked good to watch. I made him pick a movie after he changed and we ended up watching Pulp Fiction for the fifth time. Halfway through the movie, he asked what the boy from the party said to me. I told him everything.

I remember his reaction like it happened yesterday. He frowned, his anger etched in his eyes and facial expression. His hands balled into fists and he let out a long sigh. I muttered his name a few times, trying to get him to relax. Instead, he looked at me, a blank expression on his face, and asked if I was unhappy with him. I felt my heart crack in half at those words. He was genuinely curious. He thought I was upset about being with him. I guaranteed that if I was unhappy, he would know it. I, then, proceeded to tell him that any girl who would be unhappy with him was dumb and unaware of what they were missing.

I remember that night being the first time we had sex. We kissed for a while after that conversation. Sweet, simple, happy kisses. Slowly but surely, those kisses became more. I moved onto his lap. His hands gripped my hips as we began getting more heated. I gently kissed his neck as he stood up and carried me to my room. He laid me down on my bed and pulled my shirt over my head. We kissed until all of our clothes were off and his hands had touched almost every part of my body.

I remember seeing colors. Red, orange, yellow colors clouded my vision in a mix, splattered across the walls. Brown, his eyes staring deep into my heart and soul. The colors made it seem like everything was a dream, but the feeling was very very real. Red faded into orange and orange faded into yellow. I felt like the sun, shining warm, bright colors from every pore of my body. Everything was so beautiful. The colors, the sounds, us as one. I thought things couldn’t get any more perfect. He was all I ever needed, and I knew that then. I know that now.

I remember spending the summer with him. We went out together almost every single night, whether it be going to the movies, a restaurant, or one of our houses to watch Law & Order. Shockingly, we never got sick of each other. We went on college tours together, we went to the Fourth of July festivities together, we went to every party together. People were shocked that we were still perfectly content with each other. Some even made bets as to when the relationship would end. All of them were wrong. I blame this summer for the beginning of our downfall.

I remember our first major fight that we were both angry in. Towards the beginning of senior year, it was evident that we were spending too much time together. Certain comments that were made by either one of us would result in arguments, banter or even worse comments. We were getting into slight arguments almost all the time, and then the biggest fight of them all occurred.

I can’t quite remember what the fight was about, I just remember the screaming match we got into over it. Disgusting words were thrown at each other and we both said “fuck” and other variations more than we ever had in both of our lives. The fight occurred the night before the homecoming game, where the Queen would be announced. Both of us were on the Homecoming Court. We screamed, and I cried, and he called me pathetic. I was devastated. We didn’t talk until the football game.

I remember us making up after I was crowned Queen. I was happy, although there was the underlying dismay cast upon me because of the fight. He was the first person who greeted me after I got off of the field. He hugged me, we both apologized, and hugged some more. The next day he was crowned King and after the Homecoming dance, we had the best make up sex.

I remember the day I realized that our relationship was on its way to the end. We were watching Spanish soap operas on his couch and there was a tension in the air. Everything was different. We felt as if conversation was needed to avoid silence, when we preferred the silence before. We started fighting more often, and slowly, our relationship started to become based off of sex. We had sex more than we hung out regularly. After I got home from his house, I cried for hours. I couldn’t believe that was happening to us. Our relationship was so beautiful, so different, so loving. It was a shame to see it go up in flames so fast.

I remember the day it really ended. Somehow, we had made it to graduation together, and a few weeks into the summer. We had both decided upon colleges to go to. We were going to the same city, but our decisions were not influenced by each other. We had grown apart. I barely told him anything anymore, and he held back from me too. Most often than not, we were fucking or uncomfortably watching TV with each other. It was a mutual decision to end it. I was still beyond heartbroken.

I remember shutting everyone out for the rest of Summer. He had broken me. Any time someone tried to talk to me about him, I would tear them down with nasty comments and rude tones. I was mean to every person who cared for me, and I sometimes made my mother cry. I felt bad, but I was broken. I had never been hurt more by a person than I had been by him. Only after everything was over did I realize he had so much control over me and my emotions. I loved him then, I loved him after it ended, and I love him now. I always will.

Now, you tell me. Was I naive? Or was this real? Did he mean what he said? Or did I have too much hope for something that was bound to fail? Whatever the answer may be, our relationship was the most beautiful pleasure I have had in my life. I know I will never find anything like us ever again. Maybe, if we’re truly meant to be, we’ll find our way back to each other. Who knows? I sure as hell don’t.

Being Niall’s girlfriend would include:
  • Him smiling when he comes home to see lying in bed with his t shirt on because he really likes seeing you in his over sized shirts
  • Stolen kisses on chilly mornings when neither of you want to move from the warm bed
  • Automatically being best friends with the other boys and them making sure you treat Niall well since you’re the first girl he’s brought to meet them
  • Sitting with him while he watches sports and not really understanding much or caring but enjoying how passionate about it he is
  • Him inviting all the boys over to watch the game and you end up playing hostess before Niall forces you to sit on his lap and help him cheer for his team
  • Niall making up cheesy excuses to cuddle even though you’d eagerly cuddle him anytime he wanted
  • Receiving texts telling you to “turn on channel 13 before you miss us singing”
  • He would make sure you watch every tv interview and performance they had
  • Restless nights when neither of you could sleep so you’d invite him over and he’d show up in his pajamas with bed head and a bag of McDonald’s as a welcoming gift
  • Waking up during the middle of the night to him laughing at some late night show and kicking him to shut up since it’s three am and you’re exhausted
  • Finding random one direction merch around the house such as cups, bracelets and even a few blankets and always somehow managing to find more random merch in the most random places
  • You don’t question this merch either because he’s Niall and he loves One Direction
  • Making him go on late night runs to the store because you’re dying for cookie dough ice cream and Niall was kind enough to finish the last of it without asking you yesterday
  • “I also got us some mint chocolate chip, moose track ice cream and some sprinkles and chocolate syrup because they all seemed delicious.” “I didn’t think I could love you any more than I already did, Niall.”
  • Him really wanting to teach you guitar and you failing awfully but him still being extremely encouraging and patient with you
  • Niall taking you to every award show they appeared at and holding you close to him to pose for couple photos on the red carpet.
  • Glaring at anyone who looked at you in your designer dress, that he insisted on buying for you, for what he deemed to be a moment too long
  • The following morning seeing all his retweets of his photos with you along with a tweet like “So glad my girl joined me at the ama’s. She stole everyone’s spotlight and lit up the entire room.”
  • Showing you off every chance he had because he’s so proud that he found a girl like you
  • Trying to keep up with his insatiable sex drive
  • Waking up with a text from him, only to open it to see he sent you a video of him jerking off
  • Little gasps and moans leaving his mouth as he fucked his hand
  • “Wish you were here, baby. Your mouth treats me so much better than my hand does.”
  • Niall buying you frilly lace panties with some bows on them just so he can see you walking around the house in them and one of his shirts–or even just them.
  • Saying something that reminded him of some song he hadn’t heard in years but suddenly remembered every word of and now felt the urge to sing the entire song to you
  • Attempting the typical couple date night of dinner and a movie but getting bored halfway through and deciding to head to a bar for a much more fun night
  • Him stealing your phone all the time to take hundreds of selfies of himself with different poses and props
  • Picking one of those photos to set as your background so when you see it he can see you grin at his adorableness
  • “You’re such a weirdo, Niall.” “Okay, but you still love me.” “Do I?” “You better or I’m gonna eat that Chinese food you’ve been saving for dinner.” “You better not…” “Watch me!”


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Prompt:  Could I please have something fluffy with the 11th doctor? Like something domestic around the tardis maybe x
A/N: please make me do more stuff with 11th i love him more than i love life


“Well,” You started, expectantly, “you’re not just going to stand there, are you?” The tips of your fingers were heating at a rapid pace through the thick fabric of cooking gloves, but your grip on the metal sheet did not loosen. The Doctor stood by the TARDIS console, his fingers loosely wrapped around a handle as with his free hand he was about to push some green button that would most likely blast you off to space. He stared intently; his eyes narrowing at the funny looking cookies that emitted a gingery smell that had an alarming whiff of burned dough and were decorated with an ungodly amount of colorful frosting. He raised a brow, pointing a finger at the tray.

“Are those supposed to be gingerbread biscuits?”

“Not supposed to, are.” You fired back, urging him to take one.

“(Name), my dear, they do look lovely but I think I couldn’t possibly rob you of the pleasure of eating them all by yourself now, can I?” There was a strained note in his playful voice as he turned away from your and fiddled with the console. You took the opportunity to approach him and nudge him softly, motioning for him to take one.

“I think I’ll manage without a few. Plus, there are more in the kitchen.” You could’ve sworn you saw him sweat, though it was probably just a trick of the light. Sure, you were never a great cook and if Chef Ramsay Gordon saw your deserts he would probably get a heart attack, but you weren’t that bad…Were you?

Seeing the growing conflict in your eyes the Doctor grinned, grabbing a still hot cookie and plopping it into his mouth with a second thought. His eyes grew wide and he coughed, quickly chewing and gulping the atrocity down before nodding. You grinned. “Delicious!” The Doctor said, “Very tasty. Doesn’t feel like coal at all! I don’t know what Amelia meant by saying that they do, because they clearly don’t. Splendid job. (Name).”

Upbeat you leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, “Wait till you see what else I made.” You told before retreating to the kitchen to fetch another one of your recipes. The Doctor sighed, a small knowing smile tilting on his lips as he softly shook his head and chuckled once he heard you approaching again. He didn’t have it in him to turn you down. Plus, seeing you happy was really the only thing he wanted, and if that meant he would have to stomach your terrible meals then so be it.

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Crisp (Sik-k Scenario)

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POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: idk fluff and comedy?

You jolted awake when a horrid smell filled your nose. Once you were fully awake, you remembered that you had been baking cookies and had put them in the oven. Your feet had been hurting, so you decided to relax and watch some TV but accidentally fell asleep.

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Sequel to this :)

Warnings: very brief alcohol mention (not even the point of the story, it’s just mentioned in passing), fighting, yelling, angst, (but with a very happy ending :) )


Roman was in his room, stuffing his favorite stuffed animal, a stuffed white bear dressed as a Prince, a dragon action figure with a knight, a small octopus plushie he got from his dad, a unicorn model that he could color, and his favorite blanket- when someone knocked on his door.

He sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve as his dad walked in.

“What are you doing, Ro?” He asked, looking at the five year old curiously.

“ ‘m packing,” Roman mumbled looking down at his Frozen backpack.

“What for?” Logan knelt down to the young child’s level, digging in his pocket for tissues.

“… You’re sending me away now, aren’t you?’ Roman’s lip trembled and he wiped his nose on his sleeve once again, causing Logan to wince. “I said…. I said I didn’t wanna be here anymore…. so you’re gonna send me a-away….”

Logan’s heart broke, and it took all his self-control not to break down right then and there.

“Roman Sanders.”

Roman closed his eyes tight, waiting for the lecture that was sue to follow the use of his full name. When no other words came, he peeked an eye open to his his dad looking at him with a stern expression, but he was holding out kleenex.

Prince took them with shaking hands.

“Roman Sanders,” His dad repeated. “You are, and always will be our son. Sanders, it’s my last name, it’s your dad’s last name, and it’s your last name. And no matter what comes, no matter if your sad, or mad, or upset, that won’t change, and we will love you just as much as the first day we met you.” He held out a hand and Roman jumped to his feet and ran to his dad, hugging him tightly.

“I love you Roman,” Logan smiled as he hugged his son tightly, “And so does your Dad. Your our son, and nothing will ever change that. We wouldn’t give you up for the world.”

Roman sniffled.

“Come on, now,” Logan stood, hoisting the five year old onto his hip, “When I left your father, he was baking enough cookies to build a ladder to space. Let’s go before we’re stuck eating cookies for the next month.”

“…. I mean, we can wait a little.

Logan smirked.


Roman had an arm around his younger brothers shoulder, his other hand petting his hair.

“We’ve always been a family, Ann,” He said. “Even when things were tough, even when you came home with that tattoo, or the time you pierced your own ears, or when you-”

“You’re making it sound like all I do is get into trouble,” Mumbled Ann, who’s head was tucked into his arms, which were resting on his knees.

“-or when I stole liquor from the liquor cupboard, or when hit a pole with Dad’s car, or when I was secretly caring for those baby squirrels, or when a million things happened.”

Prince nudged Ann’s shoulder until the younger boy peeked out to look at him.

“The point is, Ann they love us. It’s true, we aren’t perfect, and we’ve made mistakes, and we’ll make mistakes, and we’ll say things we regret, but you know what?”

“Dad will love us anyways. Papa will love us anyway. Ann, our Dad’s will love us anyway, because that’s who they are. They’re our dads, and they’ve loved us since day one.”

It was silent for a long while, the only sound they’re breathing, and the occasional sniffle from the younger brother.

“Do you still think about it?” Ann finally asked, “What you said when you were little.”

“Probably more than I should,” Roman admitted, “ I still regret it, I think of how much it must have hurt him,” He noted how the other flinched, “How it must have felt to hear his five year old son yell how he didn’t want to be a part of the family. But, then I remember how he held me after and told me he loved me. How we ate cookies and watched Mulan. Of how I fell asleep holding you, and him holding me, and Dad holding him. And I remember that he loves me. And that no matter what, this is our family.”

Ann Leaned against his brother and stared at his feet.

“Do you think he’ll forgive me?”

Roman hugged his brother.

He thought about earlier, about the yelling. His father’s raised, disappointed tone. Both father and son barely holding back tears as they argued. 

“I wish you weren’t my Dad! You should have just let the orphanage take me!” Ann had yelled, and immediately, the house had fallen silent.

Patton’s tears broke free and fell down his face, and Ann looked like he wanted to say something, anything, before bolting upstairs and to his and Roman’s shared room.

Logan had taken Patton, and Roman had gone after Ann.

Which lead them to where they are now.

“I know he will,” Roman concluded, “But, the only way that will happen is if we go down there.”


“I know you, Ann. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

With a little more coaxing, the two were on their feet, and Roman opened the door to be hit with a million different scents at once.

“I think we better hurry before Dad turns our home into the witches Gingerbread house.”

The corner of Ann’s lips quirked and Roman took it as a victory.

“Does that make us Hansel and Gretel?”

“We will be if we don’t hurry.”

Ann chuckled. “What kind of pie do you think I’d be?”

“Bitter blackberry for sure,” Roman nodded.

“That makes you what?”

“Only the best cherry pie!” Roman said proudly.

“More like the burnt crust stuck to the side.”


Still, when they were downstairs, and Ann was in his Papa’s arms again, and Logan was holding his husband and son, and Roman was pulled into his family’s arms, he remembered all those years ago when he drifted asleep on the couch.

And he smiled.

anonymous asked:

What's your favorite thing about Bangel?

I could literally never pick just one favourite thing, so here’s a small list of my absolute favourite things about the ship:

  • Buffy not caring about kissing Angel while he’s in vamp face. It beautifully illustrates how she has always and will always see more to him than he see in himself.
  • All the small, sweet moments between them, such as Buffy bandaging Angel’s hand in Ted or the two of them necking in her window in Bad Eggs.
  • The fact that they both continue to talk about one another as the love of their life (“No one else mattered, not like she did” “I loved him more than I will ever love anything in this life”).
  • That Buffy can sense Angel without seeing him.
  • Every single freakin’ moment from I Will Remember You.
  • That they both understand and accept that there are bigger things than their love, that they may need to make the sacrifice to save others (and sometimes the world).
  • The ice skating date.
  • The cookie dough speech and Buffy’s small moment of panic when she realises she may be sending Angel away without letting him know that it’s still him she sees in her future.
  • The way their feelings always resurface around one another, regardless of circumstance or their present relationship status.
  • Close your eyes.
Johnny, Kick a Hole in the Sky 3/7

“Oh gods then on Tuesday I promised Mama I’d run some errands for her so Jack said he’d love to come along. Day 2 was supposed to be the best! Small introductions the book said, there’s nothing I love more than a day about me.”

 “Of course being my awesome self I could have sworn I had the cookies for Carl when I left the house!”

Day 2 – Small Introductions


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