You had arrived home earlier in the day and decided to wait for Namjoon in the bedroom, wearing your shorts and one of his baggy t-shirts. You lay on your stomach scrolling through your social media on your phone. When you heard the bedroom door open, a smirk pursed across your lips.
“Well hello stranger”
Namjoon would grin uncontrollably “Why didn’t you text me, I would’ve come home sooner”
Jin would become a laughing mess when you came through the door to find him cooking in the kitchen, he’d have to hide how big his smile was, but still unable to believe that you were actually there, 2 whole weeks earlier than you had said.
“I can’t believe you’re here…” he’d open his arms out for a hug, just holding you there for a while, until he finally realised you really were there.
Yoongi hated being apart from you, a few days to him seemed like a year, so when he saw you after you had been on tour for over a month he’d become a cute ball of sunshine, wanting nothing more to hug and kiss you.
“Y/N, I LOVE YOU”
As soon as you walked through the door, Hobi wouldn’t believe his eyes, he’d be rather shocked you came to see him backstage at one of his performances, then he realised you must of seen him perform too. He wouldn’t be able to hold back his smile and how happy he was to see you after all this time.
“Jagi, do you realise how much i’ve missed you?”
With it being rather late you assumed Jimin would be at the dorms, but when he wasn’t you decided to go check the dance studio, knowing how much he would work himself. When you arrived, you stood in the door way watching him dance for a few moments, that was until he noticed you in the mirror. Rather quickly he turned to look at you, thinking it was his imagination.
“Hi” you mumbled quietly with a smile.
You had arrived back from your tour a little earlier than expected, you decided that you wanted to surprise Taehyung. To your disappointment he had a fansign to attend, but that didn’t stop you. You decided to attend, throwing on a baggy hoodie, the other members allowing you in to surprise him. You knelt down in front of him.
“Ahh~ hello, what’s your name?” Tae would ask with a smile
You’d lift your head pulling off your hood. “Y/N” you said with a cheeky grin.
Jungkook would be playing a game on his phone when he heard the door open, his eyes darted over to see you walking in. It had been almost two months since you had last seen each other, and since you had a new album release you had to change your style. Hair a different colour and your outfit more showing than usual.
“Y/N, is that you?” he’d ask in complete awe as he looked you up and down, taking in ever small detail.
“Of course it’s me you idiot” you’d laugh a little, placing your bags down.
Jungkook would quickly jolt to his feet and walk over to you rather quickly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace.
When your Nii-san doesn’t wanna play so you gotta keep booping him.
I waited for our internet to come back till like 11pm and it was futile… ;;A;;) Why must bad weather always waste my time…. sigh… Anyways, at least there was electricity… I ended up drawing while waiting. I saw this gif before of a cat just coming up to another relaxed cat just to paw its face and leave afterwards and the relaxed cat looked like it didnt give a fck or something— So I thought I’ll use that as reference.
Now… how many times must Tsubaki boop Kuro for the cat to finally chase him? xDDD
Summary: Three years after almost dying from a werewolf attack, Peter Hale comes to you, tortured and bloodied, seeking a safe haven. What could possibly go wrong? Characters in this chapter: Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Chris Argent, female reader Characters mentioned: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Braeden Pairing: Eventual Peter x reader [slow burn], Past Derek Hale x reader, Derek Hale x Braeden Word Count: 1,619 Warnings: Language, angst, Derek feeling your pain [it’ll make sense] Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Peter, so if I get something wrong, I’m sorry. Miss the Beginning? GIF found on Google.
Deep pine and whiskey eyes darted around your face. “Peter, he’s all over you. Why?”
You scoffed through your nose. “I just came from his place,” you answered, rolling your eyes.
Chris entered the loft right then. “She’s not lying, Derek.”
Derek studied everything about you, from the way you tucked some hair behind your ear, to the way your heart continued to beat steadily. He must have liked what he saw or heard, because he turned away without another word.
Chris smiled warmly. “Good to see you,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
“You, too,” you breathed as Chris pulled you into him and hugged you. “At least someone is happy to see me.”
how can you not love the sunshine man that is hoseok
or adorable taehyung with the killer voice
or dad jokes™
or mr ultimate bias wrecker and ‘international playboi’
or overdramatic dancing™
or the guy that lowkey reminds me of a guy i know at school (like verbatim it’s scary how similar both of them are)
and finally the member with the most purest smile i s2g
how could you not love these boys? seriously, they are most beautiful, adorkable beans in the whole wide world. i think my arguments are v sound and if you’re not convinced your heart must be made of stone >:((((
You know, seeing you sure brings back a few things ...
What things, exactly, Lando? 👀
OK, so I want y'all to look at this gif right here:
So when Lando hugs Han first, Han looks flustered and you can see his eyes move around frantically. He’s blushing, but also looks like he’s actually considering it, whatever he’s being told. What does Lando do in that time? He’s whispering in Han’s ear. I bet it’s Lando reminding him of the last time they saw each other, where I’m sure something-something must have occurred, if you catch my drift 😎. Or maybe he’s telling Han how good he looks. When Lando moves away, Han gives him an intimate smile which Lando returns and they start swaying in their hug. SWAYING. How is that platonic? At the end of the gif, you can see Han leaning into Lando’s cheek, as if he’s about to nuzzle him. Also throughout the hug, Han’s hand is holding Lando’s cloak tightly. He doesn’t want to let go …
the prompt: could you pretty please write a continuation/spin off/sequel of the mermaid Moonbin AU?? If you WANT to make the sequel have a happy ending, I won’t complain~
category: angst + fluff
author note: you guys I had this planned before I put the first part up, no lie. I’ll do Eunwoo’s spin-off story eventually, although it’ll take awhile. Also I left this ending kinda open. I might do a part 3, but I knife like how this ends.
the entire second part was planned bc of this gif right here i wasn’t going to have one until i saw this gif
**Disclaimer: I own no part of the Marvel universe or any of its lovable characters.**
I always welcome a day off. Everyone probably does I guess,
but after covering two twelves at the hospital for Cindy whose son was sick,
and working another ten in addition to my normal three-day work week, I needed
a day off more than ever. As I drove home that morning, all I could think about
was a long hot bath and then an even longer nap.
“How long does a nap have to be before it’s called a coma?”
I wondered aloud as I fiddled with my key in the lock of my front door. I
laughed quietly at my own joke, then rolled my eyes at how nurse humor was
almost always some degree of morbid.
When the door swung open, all humor was sucked out of me as
I remembered why I had been so willing to work thirty-four extra hours this
week. My boyfriend of five years had moved in with me after two years together,
and then a year later started a new additional relationship. He dated the both
of us for two more years before he finally slipped up, accidentally mixing up
our Valentine’s Day presents. The breakup had been the easy part; he was out of
town a lot for his job (at least I thought it was for his job). Sleeping alone
wasn’t hard. No, it didn’t become real until he called me last week.
“Hey, Y/N,” his voice
was soft. He sounded broken. It made me wonder if his other girlfriend had
dumped him too.
okay?” I cursed myself for even asking. After five years, I guess old habits
“Yeah,” he said a
little too quickly. “I mean, no,” he sighed. “Of course not. Are you okay?”
I paused, not wanting
to make the same mistake he did, and instead steeled my resolve. “Yeah. I’ll be
fine. Did you need something?”
I heard him sigh
again, and thought I even heard a sniffle as though he was trying to keep from
crying. Maybe he’d lost his job. Maybe his family disowned him for being such a
pathetic loser… Maybe he really missed me. “I found a place. I get the keys in
a couple days so I can finally get my stuff out of your way.”
“I’ll come by on
Wednesday to get started. It might take a couple of days…”
“I work a lot this
week, just leave your key in the bowl when you’re done.”
My apartment seemed so empty. Colin hadn’t taken much – all
the staple items remained including the large TV he’d blown a bunch of money on
in college. It didn’t matter though. When I saw the light bounce off his old
key in the bowl, it finally hit me.
It was really over.
Five years. Five years of happiness. Five years with my best
friend… who I couldn’t trust as far as I could throw him. He was really gone. I
worked my way through each room, and mentally thanked the letch for closing the
drawers I knew were empty in the dresser. What I didn’t thank him for was the
letter sitting on my bed. He even addressed it with the ironic pet name he’d
bestowed on me after his favorite dessert.
My cherry pie,
I wish I had a better
explanation for what I’ve done to you. I truly wish that I could have been
honest with you from the beginning. I told you once that I didn’t believe in
soulmates until I met you, and I meant it. You’ve been my best friend for so
long, and I was so afraid of losing you that I couldn’t tell you that I wasn’t
in love with you anymore. You mean the world to me, and I will never forgive
myself for hurting you. I know I cannot expect you to forgive me either. I
expect nothing from you, but if you ever need anything, you can always call me.
“My soulmate?!” I screeched. I ripped a pillow off the bed
and muffled the loudest, most heart wrenching, exhausting scream I had ever
conjured. I couldn’t be there, not now. Thoughts of my soak and slumber were
long gone. Instead, I showered and attempted to wash away both the grime of the
hospital and the grit of my failed – no, sabotaged – relationship. After drying
my hair and throwing on some leggings and a sweatshirt, I gathered up my dirty
laundry, grabbed a few things to keep me busy, and headed out the door.
I had to take the expressway for a short time to navigate my
way to the closest laundromat. Though I attempted to distract myself with
music, my anger consumed me as I thought about how misguided and stupid I’d
been to date someone who would actually think he could cheat on me for two
years and still call me his soulmate.
“Maybe if soulmates want to cut off your left nut and feed
it to you.”
okay so Im an intern at a real life police department and for the most part I’m the work dog for the department’s 2 CSIs and let me just say that those two poor women already have SO MUCH work to handle and push through and the crime rate in this town (outside the college campus at least, which has it’s own department) is pretty low. Like, they already rely on I think at least a dozen Technical Investigators (cops with some CSI training) to handle most scenes and one of them has told me she’s repeatedly suggested hiring someone to another CSI position (which they have an empty office for that’s being used as a store room) just to mostly handle the management stuff like writing up their monthly reports.
So now, watching the Flash, I can’t help but wonder what kind of hell Barry was going through, being the only(? I think we see one other who’s never spoken of beyond being pointed out in season 2) CSI in CCPD and how infuriating the Captain’s impatience would be because seriously he’s trying his best; and how much of a relief his powers must have been in that first year (paperworkpaperworkpaperworkfilesfilesfiles). And then the grudge against Julian probably started the second he showed up because Barry couldn’t get away with using his powers to work anymore.
And then Julian seems to be a hella efficient CSI, too. I just saw a gif of that shot of an evidence bag being placed in his file in-box thing which is empty and I keeping thinking of my intern-boss’s to-do folder full of stuff like dang does this man sleep? So with all that effort that Julian puts in and Barry’s apparent idgaf attitude about his CSI job no wonder Julian couldn’t stand Barry either
I’m just saying, lack of personal skills on both of their parts or no, it actually makes a LOT of sense that they couldn’t stand each other
Scenario: You and Mino have been together since you were eighteen years old. You’ve been through so much together, but time changed who you both were, what you both wanted and, ultimately, it ended. It ended once, twice, and a million times after. Each time fate somehow bringing you back to one another; but how cruel could fate really be? For with every time you crashed back into the one another, you felt pieces’ fray and rip at the seams; pricked by love thrones that never healed.
A/N: So…you guys may not like me after reading this, but honestly the main reason why I took so long to post this is because I’m worried about how this is going to make you feel. It maybe a little more melancholy than anticipated, because I’m currently in a bit of a funk, but I hope it’s nonetheless enjoyable. While reading also listen to Greta Svabo Bech’s, “Circles.”
Genre: Mino x Reader
Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!
That moment in the alley replayed in your head until the memory began to burn and flake like ash. You couldn’t remember the exact moment his girlfriend, no his fiancée, looked back at your drowning figure. When you saw that spark of knowing and her eyes hopelessly staring at the side of Mino’s face. The wondering of how you must have looked: standing there with the only person who’d ever made your life make sense.
The betrayal sat deep in your heart; realization setting in that he was never going to tell you. The look of being caught in his lack of eye contact replaying in your mind along with Danah’s words: You need to let him be happy and stop trying to ruin it.
Was he happy?
The last time you’d spoken of anything outside of your affair was that it seemed like he wasn’t. The last real argument based around him asking you to leave your boyfriend. For you to both try again and hope that, this time, this time you could get it right. All that seemed like a fairytale; the reality playing out much harsher. Like a Brother’s Grimm tale that left you bruised and bleeding at the tragic end.
Mary must have an idea of the type of relationship Dean and Cas have, and to me it seems like she knew the second she saw them interact that there was something going on. Your thoughts? (This was random, ik, I just saw a gif of the hug in 12x01 and Mary's confused face and it made me think)