i worked the whole yesterday on this

I just got to work this morning and found out one of my coworkers had a massive stroke last night, and they’ve determined she’s braindead.  They’ll be pulling the plug on her ventilator any time now.  She’s young; 50 at most.  Such a shock; she was fine yesterday (I know these things come on suddenly, but it’s just hard to take in).  I wasn’t especially close to her, but I worked near her for a few years. I mostly feel sorry for her daughter. She’s an only child, and her dad died last year.  She’s in her young 20s and she’s basically lost her whole family.  If you could say a prayer for the family, if you’re into that sort of thing, I’d be grateful.

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26 october 2016 - glendale, az

Ok, so something sad that happenes but it gets better.

Flug, while mixing chemicals together one day for an invisibility serum, manages to somehow grab the wrong chemical to mix with the one hes currently holding, because he was busy shouting at Demencia to “PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE IT SHATTERS!”, and the mixutre ends up exploding in his eyes. The rest of his face is fine, but his eyes become damaged. He becomes black and white colorblind. Hes only able to see in monochrome. His visions slightly blurry too, but aside from that and now being colorblind, he’s ok.

This wouldnt be such a problem, except that he needs to be able to see the colors of certain wires to make certain inventions work correctly, and he needs to be able to see the colors of different chemicals so that he doesnt cause a wider scale explosion in the lab.

For a while he makes things work. He has to work a bit slower on some inventions, and he often needs Demencia’s help in differentiating colors of liquids and machine parts and such, but other than the slower pace, which agravates Black Hat a good bit, all is the same as it was before the incident.

One day however, Flug comes into the lab to find a suprise on table: a pair of goggles that will fit over the bag he wears. (Prior to this he didnt wear goggles over the bag. He just had eyeholes cut out of it.)

He goes to put them on, and almost screams when he does because EVERYTHING IS BRIGHT AGAIN!!

The goggles turn out to have lenses in them that can correct colorblindness and “Holy shit I CAN SEE THE COLORS AGAIN!! THIS IS AMAZING!!”

Demencia walks in the lab with 5.0.5 in tow, and notices Flug walking around, looking at everything, clearly happy about something. And then she notices the goggles.

“Neat goggles you got there! Where’d they come from?”

“I don’t know but Demencia, they allow me to see colors again!!!!”

And shes kinda suprised because “Wait they make goggles like that?!”

And Flugs just so happy because he can finally do his work again without depending on someone else to help him, and this will speed up his work process againc and Black Hat won’t be so upset with his work time and -

“Wait, Demencia, you didn’t get these for me?”

“Nope, no idea where they came from.”

He’s a bit puzzeled, because these goggles obviously didnt just show up out of nowhere. Someone got them for him. Someone who knew he was colorblind.

Someone who wasn’t Demencia, and certainly not 5.0.5.

That left one person. Well, demon more like it.

Flug walks to Black Hats office, and opens the door just slightly to see that his boss is busy filling out that years tax forms, because “We may be a team of villains, but we still live in a house and own a business, and as such we owe taxes to the idiotic government that runs this country, and I will NOT have my company run to the ground because of tax evasion!!”
Flug waits until he finishes writing up the page he’s on, and then steps into the office the whole way.

“What is it that you require Dr. I’m very busy at the moment and you have orders to fill.”

“Well um, Sir I just..just wanted to let you know that those orders you gave me yesterday? They’ll uh..they’ll be done by tomorrow. Tomorrow morning actually.”

Black Hat looks up at that because “Flugs work has taken longer than two days since the incident that doesn’t add up” and then he notices the goggles.

“What’s with the new headwear Flug?”

“Oh the goggles? They appeared on my um. My desk this morning. They actually..they correct my vision?”

“…meaning?”

“I can..i can see colors again Sir.”

Black Hat sits back for a minute, taking in the information.

“Is that why you’ll have those orders done so quickly compared to your normal time?”

“Yes Sir.”

“…fair enough. Make sure they’re as good quality wise as the ones you’ve been producing. We don’t want to sell rushed work to our clients and ruin our reputation now do we?”

“No Sir, of course not. I’ll um..i’ll have them ready and done well by tomorrow morning for you.”

“Good. Now go back to working on them, I need to finish these forms, least my company go down the drain from failing to comply with thw government’s asinine rules.”

Flug turns to leave, and gets halfway out the door, before turning back to Black Hat.

“You wouldnt..you wouldn’t happen to have been the one who got the goggles for me, were you Sir?”

Black Hat looks up, small scowl on his face.

“Of course not Dr. Why would I ever do such a thing like that? I have no idea who gave them to you. Just be greatful that you have them now and get back to work.”

“Yes Sir, will do.”

And with that Flug leaves.

He doesn’t see the small smile on Black Hats face after he leavws because “he liked the goggles I got for him.”

Misdialed Call (Part One)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything!
Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 934

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Kitchen Favours - Part 2

You asked for a part two. I gave you a part two. Though its probably not as good as you wanted!
Prompt: After their moment in Pop’s kitchen, Jughead tries to confront Y/N about what happened. 
Warning: Smut reference.
Part One 

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The day after yours and Jughead’s heated moment you find yourself back at the scene of the crime. Back at Pop’s for yet another shift, one you were happy to work as it was one of the few where you didn’t have the dark haired devil that was Jughead Jones. A name that hadn’t released your lips since you moaned it in his ear just last night.
Oh, last night…
As soon as Pop’s entered the diner, you both fumbled trying to grab your shirts, sooth your hair before Pop’s saw the two kids he had known since they were children about to loose the last of their innocence on the kitchen counter of his own diner.

Neither of you spoke a word to each other after that. The flirty jokes which had become common between the two of you halted in an almost un-natural manner, one you hoped Pop’s hadn’t picked up on. You left the diner the second your shift ended, not even saying goodbye to the boy who had waited behind just to keep you company. 

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distractions » jjk » m

» request: plus size reader w jungkook ?? maybe kookie is a basketball player and the reader is a cheerleader? also: smutttt, thanks !!!

» genre: smut

» author’s note: i love plus size reader fics tbhhhh. i need more of them. also this felt so long to write but it’s not even that long :/// and i might make a plus size reader series if you all like this enough, so be sure to let me know! i love you honeybuns~~

» word count: 3.6k+

» warnings: plus size reader, basketball au, body worship, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, etc.

[nsfw under the cut]

A discontented groan sounds from the back of your throat as you pull your uniform on, a frown gracing your features as you realize the skirt is too small. The length is almost an inch too short, leaving your ass free to see. You swear under your breath, striding to the front of the locker room where your coach stands, chatting with the cheerleading captain.

“Coach, do we have another size up in the bottoms?” You ask, frowning as her eyes travel to your exposed rear end. She shakes her head with a scowl on her face, “Wear your safety shorts, Y/L/N.” She instructs, waving you off and turning back to the captain. You sulk back to your locker and look through for your safety shorts, sliding them on. Even your safety shorts have grown a bit too small, the very bottom of your asscheeks peaking out from the bottom of the thin white cloth. 

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Things I observed at yesterday's game:

- They’re all adorable in person
- Ash and Alyssa are such cute keeper bros. They even had their own little bro hug then Alyssa proceeded to nutmeg her.
- Ali Krieger is a goddess who looks 10 years younger than she actually is.
- Press was working alone with a coach after everyone came in so Tobin came back out to be with her.
- RAMPONE’S GOODBYE WAS SO SADDDD. WE LOVE YOU CAPTAIN AMERICA
- Ash consistently had like a whole bunch of things with her when she went into goal but before she went into goal she brought it all to the back line huddle and it looked like she was a soccer mom offering snacks and it was adorable.
- I MISSED JJ AS CENTERBACK SO MUCH
- ASHLYN MOTHERFUCKING HARRIS IS SUPERWOMAN IN GOAL.
- Press went to jog and warm up without Tobin and when Tobin realized she sprinted over
- Ali patted Ash’s butt
- Allie Long is the crowd entertainer we all needed but don’t deserve. She’s fabulous.
- THAT BLOCKED SHOT THAT BENT AROUND THE WALL WAS SO FUCKING INSANE.
- Press went in. Then Tobin went in.
- This back 3 was sooooo solid.
- Allie Long is majestic when she gets to play midfield
- Ash deserved a clean sheet
- I love them all and they’re amazing
- oh and Sonnett is a goofball

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Well it almost got cold in Houston, so I decided to take advantage and wear some longer sleeves. I wish this weather would just make up it’s mind.

I love prints, so when I saw this vintage dress at the thrift store I just had to get it! I already owned this awesome fabric for the head scarf and together I thought it was a great look. 

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and my family had made plans for dinner at my Grandad’s, but yesterday he fell and broke his hip, so now our plans have all been postponed. 

It was pretty scary to see him in so much pain. Thankfully I work as a caregiver to him, so I, as well as my mom and sister, were there only minutes after the fall.

This was the whole reason I moved back to Houston…to be with and help my Grandad. My Grandmother passed away this time last year, so it’s been a strange time being in this city without her and I can only imagine how that’s affected Granddaddy, after all they were married for over 60 years (unbelievable!). 

In my family, on both my mom and dad’s sides, every event pretty much revolves around the Grands, so this season is already proving to be pretty tough for me. My Grandad is the last of my Grands and I’m really struggling with this. However, I am so so grateful to be able to be spending so much time with him now. There are so many distractions in life, the only thing that really matters are the relationships you have with people and the memories you make with them. Time is precious, don’t let it slip away from you.

Left arm hurts cuz of the doctor that didnt know what he was doing and the right arm is perfectly fine cuz a doctor that actually knew what he was doing.. Okay for those of you who may not know my instagram (this is all from yesterday) i got up around 6 this morning..i was gunna try and go into work since my temp was going down..yesterday it went from 104 down to 100.4 and i got up and went into moms room and 2 minutes later i had a really bad episode so i had mom call an ambulance..i couldnt see anything, i felt like i was spinning, my whole body was tingly, my face felt burning hot but i was cold, i felt like i was gunna pass out, and i felt like i was gunna throw up but i couldnt since i hadnt eaten anything at that time cuz i had just woken up..so went to the hospital and got a free ride from the amulance and first of all imma say is this one dude that stuck me in my left arm to take my blood didnt know what he was doing..it was the most painful needle put in me that i have ever experienced..so another guy came in and asked him “how long have you been doing this?” And he said “18 years” and i was like yesss someone that knows what they are doing but the doctor said that i have a virus and what made it worse is i was dehydrated a little bit..so they gave me some fluids through an IV and gave me some anti nausea medicine in it too..so i cant go into work the rest of this week amd if i get worse within 48 hours then i have to go back..so yes i am just fine

i took my final exam today! i still have my masters, but i have the entire summer to work on it, so i’m not that stressed anymore. i promise i’ll post a story by the end of the week. 

thanks for staying here even though i haven’t been active during the last two weeks, except for the whole plagiarism thing and the muse asks yesterday. a lot of people have left, so i really want to thank you guys for staying. i appreciate your support ♡

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DCTV Ladies Appreciation Week
↳ Day 3: Favorite Relationship(s) [Part 1 - Platonic] || Chloe Decker’s “Tribe” - Lucifer

“So, you’re saying, if I called you guys, you would drop everything and come and have a drink with me?”
“Mm-hmm. ‘Cause that is what girlfriends do for each other.” 
“Yes, especially during tough times.”
“Exactly.”

🍏🍞🥜🍌A massive brunch today as I have a lot of work stuff to do and probably won’t get a chance for more than two meals. Luckily I made extra spring green wraps so will have an easier dinner 😅😍👌
This is pretty much the exact same as yesterday with the addition of 2 extra pieces of toast topped with 30g peanut butter and sliced banana ( I put the exact amount of peanut butter as I think we all can be guilty of going in a little too heavy haha 😂)

[MAGAZINE INTERVIEW] 170519 SEUNGHOON FOR SINGLES KOREA JUNE ISSUE

Lee Seunghoon’s Confidence

Armed with confidence strengthened from experience, WINNER Lee Seunghoon’s existence appears even in swaying shadows. Discontinuous accidents, shattered time, and mad cheers made people forget his real self. 

“After drinking all the coke / clink, only ice cubes are left / clink, the sound they make bumping around / it is clear // Words that couldn’t be delivered / rustle, in a pocket / a letter rustles / it is faint // But // in the place where someone leaves / behind, go / with time, leave / so that there is nothing left / not even a droplet of lingering / attachment” – Lee Seunghoon “Things Left Behind”

WINNER Lee Seunghoon shared his most recent poem that he wrote for his fans, which gained much attention, with SINGLES. He had written it carefully by hand and had a photo of it saved on his phone. The name of the poem is “Things Left Behind”. “I’ve been writing poems constantly. It’s not a big deal though. There are many similarities between raps and poems. I gathered up all the lyrics that didn’t fit into songs and all the memos I took after a good inspiration and there were quite a number.” He writes his worries, thoughts, emotions, and things he talks about with his friends. “I want to publish a collection of my poems with illustrations or photos that go with them. It would be nice if Mino drew them for me.” He quietly and carefully explained what kind of collection of poems he wants to publish. And then he added, “I don’t write poems to gain attention for revealing a hidden literary value. All of them are light enough to be easily seen on SNS. How wonderful is it that I can share what I have with others!?” This twenty-six-year-old man, who is humble but knows how to clearly state what he wants, enjoys new challenges. He wishes to make a surprise appearance on “Surprise” or any programs similar to it and become a moodmaker on “Yoo Heeyeol’s Sketchbook”. These wishes are not impossible as he made a surprise guest appearance on “Boni Hani” with Song Mino before. “I like fun things. When we prepare for a comeback and when we work on music, I always think about how to make things more enjoyable and how to make people laugh. I love to think up of something creative and original and use it onstage or during WINNER promotions. If I hadn’t become a member of WINNER, I think I would’ve worked at an advertising company.” His answer fit his nickname “Deputy Lee of YG Entertainment”.

It was possible to prove Lee Seunghoon’s passion during this promotion period. “We’re the first group in YG to promote for 8 weeks. Thanks to that, many windows have opened for us to communicate with our fans. It is physically tiring because of the many schedules but I’m not stressed. Every moment is enjoyable. Although he is smiling brightly right now, they had many worries while preparing for this comeback. “We were so burdened when we were filming our music videos in LA. We worried about whether we were walking on the right path.” However, after the release of “REALLY REALLY”, he was able to relieve some of those worries. It was thanks to the explosively positive response. “I think, in the end, our fans tell us whether we are doing well or not. A good response means it’s the right path.” As he is famous for his exceptional love for fans, he never stopped talking about them during the whole interview. It shouldn’t be a surprise since he has WINNER and their fanclub “INNERCIRCLE” tattooed on the back of his neck.

Lee Seunghoon stated that he worked on making music with Kang Seungyoon yesterday. Are you already preparing for the next comeback even though current promotions haven’t ended? “Whenever we end up having time off, the members gather in the recording studio without being asked. Truthfully, because ‘REALLY REALLY’ did so much better than we expected, we are feeling some burden. Yesterday, we talked about having fun working on the next songs without thinking about the results. It’s natural for the results to be good if the process of making the songs is fun.” There is nothing confirmed after promotions end. But it looks like there are many fun projects in his head. “I have thought about releasing a solo album. I will be able to show a completely different side of WINNER Lee Seunghoon. Right now, I have more fun being creative while doing WINNER activities. I’m really interested in fun ideas that can be empathized with others.” There is experience behind his flashes of thoughts. “Even with ordinary talent, once it gains strength from experience, it becomes eye-catching. That’s what happened to me. The obvious action of turning the mat received praises like ‘his adapting to the unexpected is brilliant’. Thanks to that, I gained confidence.” He is currently focusing on honestly sharing his thoughts. This applies to writing poems. “If I have something I want to do and if I can do it, I don’t hesitate. The other day, some of the staff members told me that they were in Jeju so I got on the plane as soon as my schedule ended. Experiences like that inspires many more good ideas. And I like doing things like that too.” There is a reason to look forward to WINNER’s next promotions- No, there are now many reasons to look forward to WINNER’s next promotions.

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scans by @goduandme5

Menstrual Mission: Peter Parker One Shot

Warnings: kissing mention, period, blood mention, and cuddle fluff

A/N: HI! I’M BACK! I will try to write whenever I can but my schedule has been crazyyyy because of school, scholarships, college crap, studying, medical issues, blah blah blah. We just started fiction again in my creative writing class so I will hopefully be able to get out a lot of content before we switch back to nonfiction writing and poetry. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little drabble thing that I wrote because mother nature visited me yesterday (yay -_-). It’s not my best work, but it’ll do for now. Thanks if you read this author’s note btw, you’re the real mvp.

Not a request, but I always take them so ask away!

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Originally posted by everythingrelationshipsx

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Young Leonardo DiCaprio was currently trying to convince Juliet to marry him on the screen of your TV, his old-timey lines juxtaposed to the modern costumes and sets made the whole situation hilarious. You giggled at his antics, but ensured you were quiet as not to wake your sleeping boyfriend whose head rested on your lap. 

Somewhere between the start of the film and Romeo creeping up on Juliet by the pool, he had laid down on you, his feet up on the couch and head on your legs, eventually causing a little discomfort for you. You didn’t mind though because you knew how tired he could get, being Spider-Man most of the night and all.

Now, however, discomfort had been replaced with pain and the urge to get Peter off of you. You were confused with this as it’s not like his head weighed enough to cause this much pain. Just as Romeo kissed Juliet victoriously, you realized what this pain was: you had just gotten your period.

Frantically, your mind began trying to figure out how to get Peter off of you so you could go to the bathroom and not bleed all over his couch. After an eternity of mental torment, you closed your eyes and took a long breath before attempting your escape.

You placed your hand on the base of his neck and the other at that of his head to avoid accidentally jarring him awake when you got up. Sadly though, you were no Spider-Man, and therefore not as sneaky or agile as you had hoped. The second you shifted your weight to your feet in an effort to stand, Peter’s eyes lulled open.

Blinking sleepily at you, he spoke in a low voice, “Where are you going?”

“Sorry to wake you, Peter, but I need to go to the bathroom,” you replied as you bent down and stroked his hair briefly before turning to walk away.

Groaning, he rolled on his side and wrapped his arms around your legs.

“Don’t leave meee,” he whined.

In any other situation, you may have found his childishness hilarious or even endearing, but when you were seconds away from permanently staining your favorite pair of sweatpants, not so much.

“Peter, I really need to leave, please let me go!” you rushed, your eyes pleading with his begging stare.

Finneeeeeee,” he breathed out, releasing you from his embrace before slowly sitting up on the couch as he watched you scurry off to the bathroom.

His brows furrowed when he could feel your worry (thanks to his spider-senses). On edge, he stood from the couch and went to stand outside the bathroom.


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imagine dean and cas have both grown up together, best friends, and they’ve graduated college and like. neither of them have exactly found that someone and they wanna focus on their careers for a little while right and so they’re like “hey let’s live together for a while” so they adopt like 3 dogs (golden doodle, obviously golden retriever, and pretty brown lab) and they find a stray black cat in the shelter looking for a fourth dog (“dean, is she not gorgeous? look at her eyes! she has blue eyes like my own! i’ve never seen a black cat with blue eyes, it must be so rare. this means it is meant to be, cmon, dean”) and turns out the cat gets along pretty well with dogs according to the shelter and so dean is really out of arguments and unfortunately the blue in luna the cat’s eyes reminds him a terrible amount of cas’ and so of course he gives in and cas hugs him so enthusiastically dean doesn’t even complain as much as he planned to when they have to keep going to buy different allergy medications because his body gets used to each different one and it stops working and about a year and a half passes by and wow dean is so fucking in love with cas and wow cas is bringing home some guy named Balthazar that he’s been seeing for two months and as much as he loves cuddling with his beautiful golden retriever it seems like the cat just understands (maybe it’s the eyes) and so he finds himself constantly telling luna all of his feelings while she stares at him with big eyes and their golden doodle rests her head and paw on dean comfortingly while cas and Balthazar are out celebrating their 2 year and when cas comes home he looks wrecked but…. at peace??? and dean’s heart is aching because honestly what the fuck did bitch-a-zar (yeah, dean calls him that in his head. So Fuckin What) do to the love of his fucking life (also yeah, dean accepted this wasn’t just a crush a while ago) (by a while ago he means literally like three weeks ago because dean refusing things is just so much easier in his head but hey, his break through happened) and it’s as if cas can sense dean’s concern-hidden-by-protective-anger and says “he didn’t break it off, dean. i did.” and then he makes his way to his room and tuts so that Luna follows, but not before she gives dean a look that basically says “stop being a little bitch and tell him” (what the fuck. cats are weird) and when cas doesn’t come out of his room the next day for their weekly Saturday movie night (neither of them has missed a day since mary died. that was 16 years ago) dean decides to go in and is confused when he sees cas crying with bloodshot eyes (not because he assumed he’d be fine, but because cas is such a loud cryer and he hasn’t heard him all day) but willing to listen if cas would just fucking look at him and he knows cas knows he’s standing there and god dean knows this is the worst fucking time to do it but he just wants to tell cas how he feels and instead Dean says, “cas?” and when cas responds with a broken, “dean, please. i know tonight’s movie night but i just.. i can’t bring myself to it. i haven’t cashed in my one time out. please let me use my one time this time.” deans heart is actually breaking as he says, “as long as you’re okay with using your one time on an asshole like that.” all that seems to do to cas is make him cry slightly more, and dean hates himself immediately, fuck what did he say what did he say what did he say, and cas says, sort of bitterly, but more directed at himself, not dean, “trust me, Balthazar is amazing. in another life, i probably could’ve married him.” and deans heart Fucking breaks in half, literally, he hears the tearing of it, he swears, and dean says “why don’t you do it now?” and he knows how broken that just came out but he doesn’t care he just fucking wants cas to be happy and then cas says, “im in love with someone else.” and dean is surprised, because that’s so unlike cas, to not tell dean about this kind of thing, and says after a moment, “you’re sure it’s love?” and when cas scoffs deans already half broken heart aches, “trust me. the way he makes me feel? ive never been more sure.” and dean is about to just say okay awkwardly and leave before crying his own amount of heartbroken tears in the privacy of his own room, but then cas continues, “I never thought I would have my definition of love, I never thought I would truly know what it was. I thought I had it with balth, but.. I was wrong. I knew I was wrong when he proposed to me yesterday and I was thinking ‘his spaghetti looks good’.” cas scoffs, at himself this time, “god, the answer’s been in front of me the whole time. almost my entire life.” and then he puts his head in his hands, as dean says, “cas, who has you all worked up like this? is he really deserving of you stopping your life like this?” and now cas gives out a laugh, but it’s bitter, this time directed at both himself and dean, saying “you would disagree, but he deserves everything I could ever give him and more. he’s imperfect in the best way,” and dean responds, “i know him?? who is he?” and dean regrets asking the second he does because he’ll never be able to be civil to that friend ever again, but dean realizes cas has said it and dean couldn’t hear him because he was wrapped up in his own thoughts and cas’ words were still mumbled by his own hands and when dean says, “who, cas?” again, cas stands up suddenly and crowds dean against the door frame and wow, who needs breathing, dean doesn’t, “you.” cas puffs a breath of air into deans face, eyes closed, as dean processes what’s happening, “it’s you, dean. you’re the reason I broke it off with Balthazar. youre the one that deserves everything in the world. you’re the one I’m in love with. you’re the one that gave me my definition of love.” and cas’ eyes aren’t closed now, but they’re downcast, and dean gets his attention by reaching out and touching his cheek with a gentle hand and a quiet, “cas, please kiss me” as they make eye contact and well, if a year later dean proposes to cas with a piece of paper attached to Luna’s collar and cas does the same thing on their golden doodle’s collar, then, well, that’s their business

Pre-Wedding || An Interview!

Authors Note: This picture gave me a mini idea, it is short, but I thought it worked. :) xx 
Shawn Master List found HERE



Of all things to do on his wedding day, he had an early morning radio interview scheduled to keep him occupied while his nerves hum through his veins. 

He has been on edge since the minute he left you yesterday morning, you both decided on the whole, ‘Not seeing each other twenty-four hours’, before the wedding. 

He left his parents’ house this morning, wearing his tux, excited to finally wear it on his big day. Shawn knew there was no way he would be able to contain himself, so, he scheduled an early interview to keep him occupied since the ceremony wasn’t until the afternoon. 

He smiles as he enters the studio, his eyes full of love and pleasure, content radiating off of him thoroughly. 

“Shawn, welcome! We are loving the wedding attire,” the host beams, Shawn smirking as he stares down for a split second, 

“Thank you! Yeah, my wedding is in four hours, pretty fucking ready, had to keep occupied so here I am,” Shawn chuckles, trying to contain his enthusiasm. He was advised not to give away too many details about the wedding so that the media and fans would not show up and force their way into getting exclusive pictures.

“Are you ready? I feel like you are ready to jump out of your skin.”

“I am more than ready. I haven’t spoken to my bride, she is busy getting ready. I can’t wait to see her walk down the aisle.” Shawn grins, giggling nervously as he imagines you wandering down the aisle to him, dressed in the gown he has still not managed to even get a glimpse at. 

You kept everything very traditional and refused to even show him a snippet of the dress, his Mum kept the dress hidden away at her house because there was no way you could keep it in the house you and Shawn share, no. Shawn snoops far too much at times. 

“So sweet. So, you have your album coming out soon? tell us about the details.” Shawn is asked, reminding him that he, indeed, has other priorities on his list that do not revolve around the wedding. 

His fourth album is due to release in a months time, but he has done his best to keep it very hush-hush, doing last minute touches and tweaks until he approves everything. This album has proven to be a bit of a push for him, he extended himself further than ever and has put in more hours than ever, making sure each detail of each song is flawless. 

Shawn nods, “Yes… I uh, I actually have a single dropping on my honeymoon, the missus said I could steal the thunder for one day and work one day on our honeymoon. The album remarkably challenged me lyrically and vocally. There are a few acoustic melodies that I wanted to test the waters with.” .. “I think the album is a little step further outside my usual comfort zone. It is something that strips me down further to my rawest form and I like that. Yeah… does that answer?”

“Can you give us any inside scoops? Anyone, the songs are about?” Shawn is asked the question he has been asked since he first started his career. 

Every song has some sort of personal meaning to him, whether it is family related or relationship related, old or new. There is always speculation on which song is written about you specifically. 

Shawn grins for the hundredth time, his finger beginning to twist the ring on his finger. “There is one song about someone specific, I can’t name names.” … “All I can say is that the single is what I am singing tonight. I hope my wife isn’t listening… Anyway, yeah, the single comes out next Thursday,” Shawn continues on discussing his single, doing his best not to stray away from the topic of conversation and discuss the wedding. 

“Ah, a little mystery,” The interviewer chuckles, “I quite like the subtleness, love it, man.” “I have to ask, what inspires you the most to write?" 

"Uh, good question, my answer is going to sound very typical, but I promise I am not trying to be cliche. Y/N, she inspires and pushes me a lot. The other week, I played her a song that I was not happy with… She looked at me and gave me her opinion, so I sat and pondered for a little bit on the couch, watching as she was writing out thank you cards.. I kinda stared at her for a minute, just managing to make out her handwriting and her small grin, and I just… I somehow managed to change lyrics to something I was satisfied with.”

“Has she ever been brutally honest with you?”

“Yes, she has” Shawn chuckles, “When I was sick on tour, I was really pushing my limits and she pulled me to the side and brutally told me that I needed to sit my ass down and relax because I sounded terrible. Straight out told me I sounded atrocious. She was right though, I could barely speak. She doesn’t sugar coat things when it comes to the cut.” … “I love it though, I need the ruthlessly honest words sometimes,” Shawn admits over the radio, drawing back to the question and adding how his family also inspire him and other artists.

Well, that wraps up our interview, we do not want you late for your wedding, we wish you the best of luck with the album and we hope to see all the pictures from today. Best of luck, man.“ The interviewer ends the conference, turning the mics off before saying his own personal congratulations and watching Shawn glow and smile with every mention of you and the wedding.

THE MANDELA EFFECT PT. 2 [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: did not expect the part one to have a lot of reads in one day but thank you!! this part two of the imagine is the continuation of the supposed fanfic i was going to make, so as you can probably notice, it follows the story line of the flash’s third season and is also written in third person.

PART 1, PART 3, PART 4

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The sun shone brightly as Y/N along with Barry marched towards the rocky shore, heading to the place where Julian Albert was examining the latest skin husk. Barry was trailing behind you, noticing that from the short time he has spent with Y/N in this new timeline, she was an independent woman who knew how to get work done.

Y/N, on the other hand, noticed every different movement Barry has been showing since yesterday. When he suddenly ran off and left her in their apartment, Y/N already began to get suspicious. For that whole day, it didn’t seem like the two spoke too much, probably because Barry was taking in his brand new life by bits and pieces, visiting his old friend Felicity Smoak to listen to him. Or perhaps he didn’t know how to act towards Y/N and purposely avoided her throughout the day in fear of confrontation.

“Julian, I thought you could use some help on this one. You know, the two heads thing and all.” Y/N called out to the man who was crouched down, taking some evidence for tests later on.

Julian turned around to take a look on who was speaking, noticing Barry that made him automatically scowl.

“I don’t need any help, Detective.” he told Y/N, “Especially from him.” he nodded towards Barry’s direction.

Barry ignored this and instead crouched down as well to take a better look on what was on the rocks. “What is that?” he asked.

“Another epidermal husk, Allen. A fully intact human pelt, comprised of nothing but the stratum corneum.” Julian was quick to respond, noticing Barry’s clueless expression in which he looked at Y/N, “You see what I mean?”

Y/N sighed but said nothing.

Barry rolled his eyes. “Do we have any theories as to what’s causing them?”

“Well, I’ll take a wild guess at it and say it’s the same thing that created the last four husks.” Julian answered sarcastically.

“Spalling could be caused from toxic epidermal necrolysis, or maybe some kind of moist desquamation from intense radiation exposure.” Barry suggested as he looked at Y/N.

It was the first time they have even made eye contact since yesterday and Barry felt as if his stomach dropped. He was still talking though, and Y/N/s gaze on his face caused him to stammer.

“We’ve had a lot of …” Barry trailed.

“Radioactive metas.” Julian finished his sentence for him. “Yes, thank you, Allen. I’ve read all the case studies. I’ll tell you what, when I figure it out, I’ll enlighten you then, shall I?”

Barry forced a smile onto his face. “Thanks.” he said before standing up and putting his sunglasses on.

Y/N chuckled at his obvious state of annoyance towards his co-worker and stood beside him. “Let me guess, you hate him.” she mused.

Barry sighed, “How have I worked with this guy for the past year?”

“Patience. Extreme patience.” she answered.

“Makes sense.” Barry muttered.

Y/N turned back to Julian, “Hey, are you certain that Barry can’t take a sample or something to speed things along?”

Julian stood up, “I’m sure, Detective.” he gave Barry a disappointed look, “Quite sure.”

Barry nodded.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him and he immediately understood why, speeding over then and getting his own sample without getting noticed. They turned around as Barry readjusted his case, Y/N walking closer to his side to say something.

“You might wanna get that to S.T.A.R. Labs.” she looked up at him since he was much taller than her.

Barry nodded. “Yeah.”

As they climbed up to the steps, Barry offered a hand to Y/N to help her push herself up since they were a bit high. She gladly took it and smiled gratefully at the gesture. When they reached the top, Y/N didn’t bother to let go of Barry’s hand, in which the speedster’s neck suddenly became hot because of the skin contact.

“You’ve been acting very differently.” Y/N began. “It’s like you always find a way to avoid me and if I touch you you flinch.”

Barry’s mouth felt dry. “Uh, what?”

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” Y/N chuckled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Barry’s heart beat became instantly fast at how observant she was, and how she managed to know something wasn’t right in the span of being with Barry for only two days.

He let go of her hand in that moment, guilt filling his head, causing Y/N to arch an eyebrow. “Barry, are you really sure that everything is —”

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” he said, “But I can’t lie to you like this. You really seem like a nice girl and …” he sighed.

“What?” she asked.

“I just need time to think about what we’re supposed to be.” he explained. “Because I don’t honestly know.”

Y/N crossed her arms, “You don’t know? What kind of crap of an excuse is that supposed to be?”

Barry was intimidated by how she was speaking to him right now and how her eyes pierced through his.

“You wouldn’t understand.” he reasoned.

Y/N snorted, “I’m sure I would. You can’t tell me that you don’t know what we are after being my boyfriend for a year.”

He widened his eyes. “A year?”

“Yes, a whole year.” she said.

Barry sighed and frustratingly ran his finger through his hair. “Y/N, I think we need to talk.”

She scoffed because of what he said, “I think we really do, Barry.”

In that moment, Barry carried her bridal style back to their supposedly shared apartment. Y/N didn’t seem to be surprised at his actions, it almost seemed as if she had expected it.

“Okay, so explain.” she urged him.

Barry licked his lips, “What I’m about to tell you is really crazy and I need you to promise me to keep it to yourself before telling the others. I mean, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this but you’re not even supposed to be here in the first place so –”

“Excuse me?” Y/N cut him off in shock of what he claimed.

He raised his hands up in surrender, “Just please, Y/N, promise me. Just trust me on this.”

Y/N looked at him and sighed. “I’ve always trusted you, Barry.”

With that statement, his face softened, and then he started to explain.

✦ ✦ ✦

“You’re telling me that right after Henry died in this” – she made air quotes with her hands – “original timeline, you went back to the night when your mother died and stopped the Reverse-Flash from killing her. And then you lived in another timeline which is called Flashpoint where both of your parents are alive and you are not the Flash. Then when you went back and changed the timeline again, Iris and Joe aren’t speaking and I am suddenly your girlfriend.”

“Well, if you put it that way it does sound a little surreal.” Barry pointed out.

Y/N found herself sitting down on the chair inside their kitchen, gripping the mug she has been holding for the whole time they talked. Barry took the seat beside her, not really knowing what to tell her when he basically just told the poor girl that he didn’t love her and didn’t even remember every single thing that happened for the past year while Y/N considered it as the best year of her life.

She shrugged, “It’s not surreal if you’re the Flash and really do have the ability to travel back to time.”

Barry pursed his lips, “I’m sorry, Y/N. You needed to know.”

“I know.” she nodded, her eyes already brimming with tears at the realization. “I just - I just need time to think clearly.”

Y/N’s mouth felt dry. She also felt like she has been punched in the face and the oxygen in her body was knocked out of her system. How was she supposed to react when the boy she truly loved claimed that he doesn’t even know her nor even loved her back. She could feel her breathing getting faster by each minute that passed.

“Where are you going?” Barry had asked when Y/N abruptly stood up, got her bag, and headed towards the door.

She looked back, “Somewhere where I can be alone with my thoughts.” she said, gently closing the door shut then, the tears in her eyes escaping and falling on her cheeks.

Marrying Jung Hoseok

Series: Park JiminJeon Jungkook | Kim Namjoon | Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin | Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by joeguk

  • You were about to go to bed after a long marathon of all your favorite kdramas, which had subsequently led you to laughing, smiling and crying simultaneously, when knuckles rapping loudly against the door made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 
  • “W-Who is it?” You asked cautiously, walking towards the door with slow steps. 
  • “It’s me” 
  • “Hobi, what’re you doing here so late?” Your hands reached for the door but you stopped yourself, “We aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding, is everything okay?” 
  • “Yeah,” His voice was unsure and you leaned against the door, “I-I was just wondering if you were, I don’t know, having second thoughts?”
  • His question caught you off guard, worry and anxiety striking your heart
  • “I’m not, are you?” You replied back, voice steady and calm
  • “No but I just,” You could hear a stifled cry, “I just don’t want you to regret this, to regret being with me.”
  • You scoffed at his words, god if only you could open this door, you’d yell at him for even suggesting such a thing.
  • “Baby,” You cooed softly, knowing that yelling wasn’t going to do either of you any good, “I love you and one day, maybe after a few years of being with you, I want to look in the mirror and see someone like you, someone capable of sacrifice, courage and love.”
  • “I could never regret marrying you, Jung Hoseok and I can’t wait to get married to you tomorrow.”
  • You could hear a soft laugh mixed with a sob and smiled softly to yourself. If only you could open the door and hug him, it would’ve been perfect.
  • Damn you and your stupid superstitions.
  • “Ugh, I’m supposed to be the one making you cry, not the other way around.” He chuckled and you could feel his weight pressing against the wood of the door.
  • “Sadist, aren’t you?” You giggled, “Well, I’d stay and talk but I need to go to bed if you don’t want your girl to have raccoon eyes tomorrow.”
  •  “Oh hush,” He remarked, “Fine, sleep well, I’ll be waiting for you at the altar.”
  • “I’ll be the one in white.”
  • The next morning, you woke up calmly and were making yourself a nice cup of tea when your best friend came barging in with a few other girls trailing behind her, no doubt holding multiple bags of make-up, shoes, accessories and whatnot.
  • And when she saw you sitting calmly by the counter, sipping tea.
  • She took a deep breath, willing herself not to yell at you and spoke to you in the most sarcastic of tones
  • “Will your majesty please go have a fucking bath so she can get dressed for her fucking wedding?”
  • “Can’t even speak a full sentence without swearing, can ya?” You chuckled, putting the mug in the sink before going to do as she asked, “God, I should’ve never picked you as my maid of honor.”
  • “Hush,” She replied, pushing you into the room, “The dress is on the bed, please try to hurry up, won’t you?”
  • After that it was a blur of getting dressed and letting her have her way and putting on your makeup and fixing you hair
  • Although you had to admit, the end result was more than worth it.
  • “Thank you so much,” You spoke softly as you neared the venue in your car, your hand gripping hers as she was on the phone, checking with her husband if everything was going well on the groom’s side, “For everything.”
  • “Anything for my best girl.” She chuckled as the car halted to a stop, stepping out before you and helping you with the dress as you walked towards the elevator.
  • Unsurprisingly, your wedding was on the rooftop of the hotel, with enough people there to make it memorable but not messy
  • “Ready to go?” Your father asked, holding his hand out and with a nod, you linked your arm with his as you walked down the aisle.
  • You saw Hoseok, standing under the makeshift arch, looking absolutely perfect and ethereal in his suit with his smile so bright, you almost felt your eyes squeezing shut from the brightness
  • Once you reached him, your father let go of your hands, giving Hoseok an approving pat on his back as he held your hand.
  • And then the priest began reciting all the cliché lines, Hoseok repeating it with fervor and as much as it painied your pride to admit it, you did too
  • And then comes the time for the vows
  • And for you to sob like a three-year old who dropped their ice cream
  • “Baby,” He cooed softly, “I don’t even know where to start, gosh,” He was frazzled, millions of thoughts running through his mind but he settled on a few, “Yesterday, when I was at your door all terrified and scared, your words calmed me down instantly, just like how you help me feel at ease every time I get stressed at work.”
  • “And I just want to say, that you’re the only one in front of whom I can break down, bare myself with all my weaknesses without the slightest bit of hesitation because you, you are the only one who can put me back together.”
  • “And that’s because you make me whole.”
  • In your mind, you’re already remarking, oh great, I won’t be able to say anything because I’m dead, k thanks, peace out
  • So, after a few minutes of sobbing and your cheeks stained with tears you manage to speak:
  • “I may not be the best of people, hell, I’m probably even the worst but you, you make me so unbelievable happy and warm and just so happy. When I’m with you, everything else is secondary to me because to me, you are my priority. You are my sun, moon and stars, shining oh so brightly in my life and illuminating the darkest of my days.”
  • “And even though I doubt I can make you as happy as you make me,” You paused, taking a deep breath, “I will, for the rest of my life, try to love you the best I can.”
  • You can already hear your best friend cry, her husband, Jimin, comforting her in his arms as you leaned in to kiss Hoseok, both your cheeks wet with tears as they pressed against each other yet you had never felt so warm, so happy.
  • Once you break away from the kiss, the priest himself shedding a tear at your vows, officially pronounced you husband and wife, the guests burst into an applause and you smiled embarrassedly as you leaned against Hoseok who has his hand wrapped around his waist.
  • The rest of the evening goes into attending to your guests, engaging in conversations with your friends and receiving some really emotional yet mildly amusing toasts from all of them.
  • As they begin to leave, you and Hoseok head for your room in the hotel, having booked one of the most amazing honeymoon suites that they had to offer.
  • So, you go into your bathroom, putting on the most ridiculous piece of lingerie you had ever seen, yet you had let your best friend convince you into buying it, saying something about how good your ass would look in it.
  • And so, you washed your face, ridding it of the makeup, brushed your hair and put it on, eyeing yourself warily in the mirror but after a few minutes of contemplation, gave up and walked out.
  • Only to find Hoseok lying on the bed in one of the fluffy white bathrobes with a rose in his mouth that hilariously dropped to the floor when he saw you.
  • “Oh, dear lord…”
  • You shifted uncomfortably where you stood, hands flying up to cross at your chest before yelling, “I’m going to go change!”
  • “Don’t you dare, baby girl,” His deep voice grabbed your wrist, pulling you back and slamming you against the wall, “I like it.”
  • And that’s when you realize that domseok has come out to play.
  • But you’ve never been one to back down from a fight.
  • Leaning back, you look cockily at him before speaking in a stern tone
  • “Why don’t you,” Your fingers pulled his chin up, kissing the length of his throat, “Show me how much you like it, babe?”
  • And let’s just say the rest of the night goes rather spectacularly
  • With you whispering about how much you love your husband when he’s begging for you and him whispering back how much he loves his wife when she’s screaming his name at the top of her voice.
  • But in all seriousness, once you’re done with your night’s celebrations and you’re lying comfortably in each other’s embrace holding your hands
  • Your fingers running over the gleaming silver adorning each of your finger’s
  • You can’t help but feel happy, like everything is just the way it was meant to be
  • And you have nothing short of an eternity of it with each other.

Originally posted by jinful

~Admin Sangria (who hopes this killed her wife, Midnight) 

im-siriusly-over-this-rn  asked:

Okay so actual James Potter came into my work yesterday. I'm talking tall, fluffy hair, classes, jawline the whole shebang. My boss was like "he should cosplay as James Potter" and I was like "DUDE THATS WHAT I WAS THINKING". He was adorable and a dork and his name was Dave and I sold him a nice pair of shoes. But I'm telling you he looked exactly like James.

(( OOC: Send him to me. ))