if only i could work at these places

So I think I found the inspiration for Marinette’s bakery/house!

While researching for a fanfic I’m currently working on, I wanted to see just where Mari’s house is so I could accurately describe locations/distances and things. Her house is supposedly located at 12 Rue Gotlib, 21st arrondissement according to the wiki. 

Both Rue Gotlib and the 21st arrondissement are fictional; Paris only has 20 arrondissements and Rue Gotlib is named after Marcel Gotlib. Alright then, so far there were no real leads.

Then I came across another post on tumblr by @mirabug55 which noted something interesting. They posted an analysis of her house, a part of which noted that it was next to Place de Vosges (which the Park in Miraculous is based off of). It turns out that’s a real place!!

(image from @mirabug55 , post link here)


Based on the location of Mari’s house relative to Place de Vosges, I looked at buildings that could possibly be it. And I found one! 

Willy’s Boulangerie (located at 6-8 Rue du Pas de la Mule, according to Google Earth) is a 7-story building located on the corner of a street (with 2 crosswalks leading to it, just like the bakery). It is located, relative to Place de Vosges, exactly where Marinette’s house is and is close enough to walk (a la Gamer, but I’ll get to that later!) even if it isn’t directly adjacent as it is in the show. So not only do the location and architecture match, but the cherry on top is that it actually is a bakery. Just perfect!  

(All Street Images © 2017 Google.  If you want to see the perfection for yourselves, click here  for the Google Street View!)

When I had spent a good hour doing all this, I reread the Miraculous Wiki page for the bakery and found out…..that the bakery was probably based off Boulangerie du Moulin de la Galette (here on Google street view). *Sigh*. Just as I was convinced, it seemed like all was lost. I read, though, that this was never officially confirmed. It’s a tumblr thread (here) by @miraculeusecoccinelle. I now definitely believe that the exterior was based off of that bakery. I mean, LOOK at it. It’s a perfect match. (when I first saw a picture of it I thought it was located at Disneyland Paris and was an official bakery model lol) The couple that runs it is even mixed French/Asian, just like Tom and Sabine! Japanese is different from Chinese, but when TV rarely shows mixed race couples, it’s close enough to be a bit more than coincidence. It’s located in the 17th arrondissement, which is closer to the fictional 21st, but still far away from Place de Vosges (which is located between the third and fourth). Another detail is that their bakery actually does appear to have a balcony (like Mari’s), while Willy’s doesn’t look like it has one.

So where does this leave my new bakery theory? The Moulin de la Galette definitely meets the physical charachteristics-coloring, font of Boulangerie, and balcony-excepting the corner location (it’s in the middle of a long street) and proximity to Place de Vosges. It’s also surrounded by trees, which is cool, but there aren’t many next to Marinette’s house. Willie’s Boulangerie doesn’t match the physical description as well, but it shares its orientation on the streets and short walk to the Place with her house. 

My best hypothesis is that the creators of the show saw both (or more) bakeries and created a mishmosh of all of them to make Mari’s house-the design of Boulangerie du Moulin de la Galette with a slightly altered location based off of Willie’s. In reality, there isn’t any house that fits that description that close to the Place, but then again we don’t know the geography of the 21st arrondissement ;) .

Now that I’ve gotten that out, I present to you Times Miraculous Was In Place de Vosges.

(Episode images from Miraculous Wiki)

Why, hello there Volpina! (*inwardly screams* EVEN THE BENCHES ARE THE SAME! I’ve never seen a bench like this. Am I just being dumb? Are those common in France?)

Is anyone just realizing now WHY THE HECK IS ADRIEN MODELLING IN HIS NORMAL CLOTHES?! Doesn’t he have to model, like, a different outfit from the one he wears LITERALLY EVERY DAY? 

I mean, no disrespect to Louis XIII, but seriously, this park would be better with superheroes.

Told you we were getting back to Gamer! 

And it’s also from Mr Pigeon! 

Hope this has given all of you some food for thought! Of course, I don’t own Miraculous Ladybug or any of the other characters! For the official Miraculous Ladybug tumblr, click here

A huge shout out to :

- Portugal for not only achieving its first top 5 place since entering, but winning too!

- Bulgaria for getting their highest placing with the amazing 17 year old Kristian

- Moldova for getting their highest ever placing!

- Belgium for proving many people wrong with how well Blanche can perform

- Romania for proving Yodel Rap can work

- Hungary for showing that a bilingual song where neither language is English can succeed

- Belarus for showing that folk songs do work

I could write so much more! But I just wanted to give a shoutout to these nations for showing something special

anonymous asked:

LISA. If every song from Halbum was a fic, what fic would they be?????

Meet Me In The Hallway

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out

  • Red Brick Heart : Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

Sign of the Times

Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here

  • Here In The Afterglow1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Carolina

She’s such a good girl 
She’s a good girl 
She feels so good

  • You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release)  AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

Two Ghosts

We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

  • Love Is A Rebellious Bird :  AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Sweet Creature

But we’re still young
We don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong

I know, we started
Two hearts in one home

  • Never Be : The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

Only Angel

I must admit I thought I’d like to make you mine
As I went about my business through the warning signs
End up meeting in the hallway every single time

  • Gods & Monsters : The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.

 Kiwi

And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it

  • Escapade : In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

Ever Since New York

I need something, tell me something new
Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote
For this curse
Oh, what’s it waiting for?
Must this hurt you just before you go?

  • Empty Skies : For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Woman

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in
While he’s touching your skin
He’s right where I should, where I should be
But you’re making me bleed

  • You Are The Blood : A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

From The Dining Table

We haven’t spoke since you went away
Comfortable silence is so overrated
Why won’t you ever be the first to break?
Even the phone misses your call, by the way

  • These Inconvenient FireworksFuture AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.
The most expensive way ever to get the police involved.

My wife and I had a first floor condo in what had previously been a nice complex. Unfortunately, over time the couple who lived above us (hereafter designated AA for Angry Alcoholic and AAG for Angry, Alcoholic Girlfriend) began drinking heavily, or maybe they just got louder about their drinking. Nearly every night became a massive screaming match between them. They’d stay up until 2 AM shouting at each other at the top of their lungs, then one of them would put on music at top volume to drown out the other. Their taste in music wasn’t actually bad but when it’s 2 AM and my floor is vibrating, it’s a problem. Sometimes they’d even take their fight out into the parking lot, just to be sure all the neighbors were treated to a detailed explanation of who had cheated on who recently (both), and who was threatening to dump who and leave right now. (Neither of them ever actually left, they just went out to their car and threatened to, loudly.)

Then in the mornings he would “work on” his car in the car in the carport right outside our front door. As far as I can tell the all he did was sit there and rev the engine for (it seemed) hours on end. I have no idea when he slept, maybe while we were at work? We and other neighbors complained to the condo board, who issued a warning, which AA and AAG ignored. Eventually the condo board started fining them, but AA found a genius solution- just don’t pay the fine. All the condo board could do was, eventually, put a lien on AA’s condo, but that would only become a problem for him when he sold the place. Apparently, they couldn’t actually foreclose on him, or maybe they just didn’t want to go to the trouble.

Trying to talk to him directly was useless- if we managed to catch him during a rare moment of sobriety, he’d just kind of blow us off, but if we caught him while he was drunk, he’d get pretty threatening and was then even louder for a few days.

We even tried calling the police, but they weren’t really interested unless he actually crossed the line into a felony. They gave him a few warnings, which he also ignored. Maybe if he’d actually beaten me or one of my other neighbors up, they’d have done something, but none of us felt like getting into a fight to find out. Plus there was always the risk that the cops would arrest everybody involved in the fight on general principles, and none of us wanted an arrest record.

Eventually, my wife and I decided to sell our condo and move, for multiple reasons that definitely included AA and AAG. Because of the timing of our move, our realtor wound up actually showing the condo while we were home a couple of times, and we discovered that one of the potential buyers was a city police officer, her husband, and their 1-year old baby. (I guess their old place was too small now that they had a kid.)

Unfortunately, their offer was $3,500 below the top offer. After talking it over, we told our realtor to accept their offer anyway, and we’d just eat the loss. So AA and AAG had a cop move in directly below them.

I’m Facebook friends with a couple of our old neighbors, and in the six months since we moved, AA has been arrested multiple times, and had his car impounded at least once. Apparently he’s now trying to be quieter, but that only lasts until he gets drunk and then he’s screaming again, and his new downstairs neighbor has long ago had enough of his shit, and does not appreciate it if he wakes up her kid. And I guess she also doesn’t appreciate it if he shouts at her. He’s in an “obnoxious neighbor” war with a cop, and he’s losing badly. Hopefully soon he’ll wind up in jail for longer than a couple of days.

anonymous asked:

You should write some mute lance, whether its him having been mute in the past, being a selective mute, being injured and becoming mute, or straight up not talking anymore, i think you'd write it well

Okay!! 

I kinda went on my own here, Whoops

On contrary to belief Lance didn’t like to talk. Well scratch that, he loved talking but he didn’t like to be talked over. Everytime he was talked over he immediately clamped up and he felt a lump form in his throat. Being the youngest in his family only lead to Lance being talked over constantly. 

It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to stop telling a story because everyone started a different conversation. It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to never finish a thought because someone would constantly interrupt him. 

Lance wasn’t a fighter so when this happened he would just clamp his mouth shut and listen to what the other person had to say, because it was obviously more important. 

Lance found himself talking less and less around his parents, siblings, and classmates. Nobody ever commented on Lance’s new quietness so Lance had no reason to start talking again. Lance would go days without saying anything to anyone. He communicated through shrugs and nods. 

Why should I talk, everyone is happier when I don’t. 

-

Fast forward to the Garrison when Lance met his roommate Hunk. Hunk wasn’t loud but he wasn’t quiet either. Sometimes Lance didn’t even hear him enter the room while other days Lance would hear him hallways away.  He liked Hunk, Hunk never pressured him to talk, Hunk just kept him company throughout their days. 

Hunk would ramble about projects he was working on and homework and Lance would listen quietly. It didn’t even dawn on Lance that he had never said anything to Hunk before in his life. 

They were both in their room, Lance on his bed reading a book while Hunk was laying on the floor building something. 

“Dang it, these wires all look the same, I can never tell them apart.” Hunk ran his hands through his hair in annoyance. 

Lance looked at his distressed roommate and looked down at his book. “Why don’t you put colored tape around the different wires.” Lance’s voice slightly cracked due to the lack of use and Hunk screamed. Not like a small scream but like ‘help someone is getting stabbed scream.’ 

Lance jumped causing is book to fly across his bed and he stared at Hunk who was staring at Lance his hands over his mouth. 

Lance swallowed around a small lump that was forming at the base of his throat. He inhaled “Sorry I didn’t mean to…scare you?” Lance wasn’t sure what he did wrong exactly. 

Hunk blinked a few times and slowly removed his hands from his mouth. His breathing started to slow down as he continued to stare at Lance. 

Lance started to shift where he sat. Why he is just staring at me? Lance was about to bolt out of the room but Hunk regained his bearings before he moved. 

“I’m sorry for screaming! You just have never talked before and I thought you were mute or something. Then you just spoke and I got scared. Like I wasn’t expecting that at all.” Hunk inhaled until his lungs ached “Sorry I’m rambling.” 

Lance smiled at his roommate “Hunk you ramble all the time, I’m used to it.”

Hunk started to laugh and before Lance knew it he was laughing with Hunk. They only stopped when they heard a knock on their door. 

“Officer Davis, opened the door. We have a complaint of a noise disturbance.”

Hunk and Lance shared a look and started laughing and Hunk went to open the door. 

-

Hunk and Lance became best friends within a week. They had shared everything with each other, and Hunk didn’t interrupt Lance once when he was talking. If he accidently did he would apologize immediately and beg Lance to continue what he was saying. 

Lance started to love talking again. 

-

The only time Lance would have trouble talking would be when he came back from a break. When Lance was around his family long enough he would clamp up again, but slowly Hunk would bring him back out of his shell. 

-

Hunk could only do so much and sometimes it wasn’t enough. They had just saved a planet from the Galra and they were all meeting up with the leader. 

Now Lance didn’t usually talk during diplomatic missions but he felt obligated to speak up when it concerned him. The leader was discussing how helpful the blue lion was and how it help save the planet. 

“You must tell me Blue paladin, how does the ice work?” The leader placed his (hand?) tentacle on Lance’s shoulder. 

“Well you see, Blue and I ha-” 

“That’s interesting but like was it just the lion acting on their own?”

“Kinda, you see I have to put my bay-”

“So are you not needed to fly Blue? If she does all the work what do you do?”

“Well I have to fly he-”

“But they are magic lions, surely they can fly on their own.” 

Lance opened his mouth to respond but slammed it shut before any words were formed. Then Lance did what he did best, he shrugged. That was all he did. 

The leader looked at him a bit skeptical before nodding “So how does the ice get formed?” 

Lance shrugged again. He kept his eyes directly on the leader and his lips sealed. Lance was nudged by Shiro, he didn’t care he wasn’t going to talk. He looked at the leader one more time before walking towards Blue and flew back to the castle. 

-

Lance didn’t bounce back like Hunk prayed he would. It had been about 2 weeks since the last time he said anything. He just shrugged and nodded. Never even opening his mouth except to eat. The castle was quieter than any of them wanted it to be. Mealtimes were filled with force conversation and Lance scarfing down his food in order to leave. 

Even during missions Lance wouldn’t say anything, Blue would send the other lions messages so everyone knew that things were going well but Lance never talked. 

When they met new species Lance would stand in the background silently, just watching everyone. 

Hunk tried his hardest. He would talk about things he knew Lance liked, but Lance would just smile and pat him on the back and walk away. 

The team couldn’t get Lance to talk, and they tried. They did everything they could but Lance would just sit in silence. He didn’t even talk to Coran, and that broke the older man heart. 

-

The paladins were hosting a party in the castle with about 7 species from different planets. They all worked together and received a huge win. 

Everyone was talking and enjoying the party and Lance was standing by the wall sipping his drink. He watched a boy, around his age, walk towards him. 

His arms and neck were covered in tattoos and he has pointy ears with piercing all over his body. His skin was a soft blue and his hair was a bright red. He smiled at Lance and stood by him. 

The boy thanked Lance for saving his planet, and of course Lance caught onto his flirting techniques. 

Lance laughed, like a real laugh. The first laugh in weeks maybe months. It echoed through the room and every paladin heard it. They attempted not to make it obvious but they were all listening to see if Lance would do anything more. 

Lance, who was completely oblivious to what his teammates were doing, stuck his hand out to the boy. “The names Lance.” 

Self-Projecting? Do I Know Her? 

Hell yeah I was self-projecting. 

I’m basically how I write Lance XD 

I hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long!!

Thank you for this!

Btw give it up for my bisexual son ❤💜💙

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: That time I was one of the weird guests who didn't trust the motel

In my early 20s, I took a quick vacation to a coastal city where I only had time to book two nights. Being largely broke, I researched online to find the cheapest possible hotel with acceptable ratings, and I booked a room at an okay place: a highway-side motel with exterior balconies that had once been a pretty nice family getaway but was now a rung or two above hotels with a number after the name.

But there was a major hitch: despite reviews saying the staff was helpful and the parking lot was well-lighted etc. multiple reviews claimed that housekeeping had a habit of stealing items from rooms. It wasn’t just one or two snowflakes ranting - there were reviews going back for several years where guests complained that valuable stuff had gone missing and management had searched for it to no avail.

If I’d had more money, this (apparent) history of theft would have gotten the motel booted off my candidate list, but I was living at home while working full time in another town with a ninety minute commute, so I was grateful that I could have a vacation at all.

Anyway.

I check in and the front desk is friendly and super helpful, just like the online reviews promised. The room hasn’t been updated in twenty-five years and smells like the cigarette smoke from people who’ve long since died from emphysema, but I don’t care since I’m only using the place to crash.

Still, those reviews of housekeeper theft bother me. And so, me being way more anxious at the time than I am now, decide to stuff anything I considered “valuable” into my duffel bag and take it with me in my car when I go to the city proper. This, along with my backpack which I planned to take with me anyway, is pretty much all I brought on this trip.

When I get back to the motel in the evening, I try my key card in the door. It doesn’t work.

No big deal, I’ve stayed at hotels many times before, I know the drill. I go to the front desk.

Me: Excuse me, my card doesn’t work.

FD: Can I see your ID? What’s your room number?

Me: (shows her my ID) 222.

FD: (looks at the computer) It says here that you checked out.

Me: What?

FD: Yep. You are Carcharodon, right?

Me: I am.

FD: Yeah, Carcharodon checked out at 11:25 AM today.

Me: I don’t understand. I wasn’t anywhere near the office then. I paid for another night at this hotel.

FD: That’s what this says. “Guest checked out”.

For a moment, I have a horrific feeling that I’ve somehow crossed over into an alternate timeline where I had indeed checked out that morning, and now I was trapped outside both the confines of cause and effect and my place to spend the night.

FD: Hold on a second.

I wait for a few minutes and then the FDA comes back smiling. It turns out that I’d left so few items in the room - toiletries, a shaving kit, books and a couple articles of clothing - that housekeeping assumed I’d checked out. Thankfully they still had a room available (the same room I’d “checked out” of earlier) and they’d saved all my personal items, which the motel had sealed in individual Ziploc bags with my name and room number. FDA gave them to me one by one and it was like getting my belongings back after being released from prison.

tl;dr I was paranoid and didn’t trust housekeeping with my belongings, so housekeeping checked me out of my room.

By: Carcharodon_literati

Wrong Taxi (Part 1)

Summary: You get into an already occupied taxi and what ensues can only be bad luck. (Done for Kait’s 5k AU Writing Challenge).

Word Count: 2,757

Warnings: Drinking. Throwing up. 

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble series, but it is definitely not lol. I hope you all enjoy this first part. It’s gonna be a fun ride :D

Originally posted by dolorioushaze


The heartache was more than you could have ever foreseen. You were blissfully unaware of how much value you had placed on your relationship with your now-ex boyfriend. It was a slap in the face when he broke up with you and you found yourself crying in a bathroom stall at work. Cursing at yourself, you wiped your eyes with the coarse toilet paper, hissing at the sting it caused on the sensitive skin. Kleenex did a much better job, but the box was currently sitting on your desk, which was in the middle of the vast office you worked at. And the last thing you wanted was wandering eyes and gossips flowing around the office with you in the center of it all.

Blowing your nose, you groaned and buried your face in your hands. Expletives ricocheted back and forth inside your brain, almost all of them directed at your former boyfriend, but some of them were for yourself. You had been foolish, utterly and completely foolish. Thinking that he was as in love with you as you were with him, you had even asked him to move in the previous week. He had just smiled at you and told you he’d think about it.

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AND SO BEGINS YEAR 29.

I feel like I could ramble a lot, but I’ll keep it short and sweet with a simple thank you. I got to work on some of the things I’m most proud of this year. I only hope I can continue to work with people and projects that mean the world to me. I got to meet and hang out with people I admire and adore and who have very special places in my heart and IT’S BEEN A VERY GOOD YEAR OKAY. I appreciate every little ounce of support and encouragement and sharing and lets keep building eachother up <3

AND HERE’S TO THE LAST OF MY TWENTIES! shit

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOSHI

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WHAT TIME IS IT?!

Originally posted by nakamotens

Today we are celebrating the birthday of the one and only be loved Kwon Soonyoung aka Hoshi!

Originally posted by wonyeols

Hoshi is one of the most talented people in the work.

After all, what can he NOT do?

He has amazing dance skills(and plays a huge role in choreographing seventeens dances)

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He can sing

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He even participates in writing and composing

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He can be extremely cute and fluffy and extremely respectful to his sunbaes

(Hoshi is a huge Shawol. I don’t know who needs to be saved more. Key or Hoshi as he is about to explode from happiness)

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But he can also be extremely sexy and dangerous.

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Soonyoung is also extremely  kind to both his fans

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and his members

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(And look at just how much Hoshi grew up, going from a child to a young man)

Originally posted by dokyummm

He is so playful yet gentle

Originally posted by mountean

He is someone who carries the stress of choreographing Seventeen songs, and has to make them noticeable, beautiful and catchy for people to remember. I cannot even imagine the mental strain that puts of him as choreography is such an essential part of Kpop and more so of Seventeen. However, Soonyoung doesnt complain. Instead, he takes all the stress and pain and uses it to work harder, only letting his emotions take control at certain crucial moments.

Originally posted by tekukii

Originally posted by tekukii

He is extremely loyal to his group and shows just how much he cares and loves what he does. Dancing and Soonyoung should be similes because one cannot exist without the other. 

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Originally posted by hedajisoo

But I hope that Soonyoung does not just fully bottle up his emotions util he explodes. I hope he had places to outlet his anger and frustration and pressure. After all Soonyoung is so young, born only in 1996 yet he has so much burden on his shoulders, a ‘burden’ that could affect not only him but also the careers of 12 other people.

Originally posted by mrssoonyoung

I hope he sees to at least gets to call his family as often as possible and that they support him.

Originally posted by wonnmoo

I hope that the members are there for him. And I believe that they are. After all, Seventeen is a group that has to carry themselves , literally.

Originally posted by letmebangteen

And i hope he never falls out of love with dancing.

Originally posted by mountean

I hope he never stops smiling


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Because a smile as precious as his deserves nothing more than to shine brightly.

Carats are here for Soonyoung! True Carats will understand his choices, or if he wishes to have different experiences. We genuinely love him because of the joy and happiness he brings us every single day.

Soonyoung is talented, handsome, kind, caring and loyal. He has so many talents and skills and so many people screaming his name. Yet he remains humble, peaceful and loving. And that is amazing.

Originally posted by fyhoshi

Happy Birthday Soonyoung!

We love you!

Thank you for reading!

Originally posted by simplebit

Learning To Share - Stilinski Triplets [Smut] (Part One)

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Thomas/Reader, Stiles/Reader, Stuart/Reader 

Word Count: 5249 

Notes: Multiple Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Foursome, Oral (all receiving), Exibitionism, Drug Use. I hope y'all like this, so here’s your surprise fic guys, and thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for her unwavering support here and all the help she gave me. 



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The Signs As Weird Retail Customers I've Had To Deal With
  • Aries: The guy who went over to me with a knife and held it in front of my face, only to ask if I knew any place in the mall where he could have it sharpened.
  • Taurus: The woman who didn´t want to buy her son any toys and tried to tell him that “the toys are just for decoration; they actually sell shelves”.
  • Gemini: The man who tried to pay for a €10 soft toy with a €500 note and, when I refused to accept it, complained that this was “discrimination against rich people”.
  • Cancer: The guy who rode his bike through the mall.
  • Leo: The two students who each bought a giant teddy bear as “back-up presents” for their girlfriends, in case they forgot an anniversary or a birthday.
  • Virgo: The guy who bought 100 postcards for his sister´s wedding and came by two days later to show us wedding videos and photos on his tablet.
  • Libra: The woman who bought a llama soft toy, believing it was a cat.
  • Scorpio: The big, dangerously looking biker who walked straight up to me and asked for “the biggest and fluffiest bunny” we had.
  • Sagittarius: The man who looked at the giant 4.25-foot (1.20 metres) plush penguin and asked if we had a bigger one- preferably taller than him.
  • Capricorn: The woman who had a whole conversation with me in English, eventually realized that I wasn´t originally from Britain and then started to talk really, really slowly.
  • Aquarius: The woman who didn´t know what a penguin was- or the South Pole for that matter- and asked me to explain.
  • Pisces: The women who looked at the big cat soft toys and asked me why the hell we sold soft toys of animals that were not indigenous to Germany while standing next to a shelf filled with dragons and unicorns.
BMC x Things I've Heard in Improv
  • Jeremy: I'm literally the lamest person ever because I just am. You all agree.
  • Michael: *walks in with red puffy eyes* Am I high or was I crying? Jokes on you the answer is both.
  • Squip: Human feelings mean nothing. All of you should upgrade to the satirical, emotionless version of human life.
  • Rich: Hey... Why work toward being cool when you could have steroids.
  • Christine: Drama is the only place I can scream my head off but if I'm going to scream, I'll take it outside. Why? Because I am a lady.
  • Jake: I'm too cool for this *struggles to open packet of Fuzzy Peaches*
  • Chloe: There's a fine line between cute and innocent, and sexy and badass. That line is a weird scarf in my closet.
  • Brooke: I make snapchats dog filter sexy.
  • Bonus:
  • Mr. Heere: I'm a dad I don't wear pants.
  • Mr. Reyes: In a twist no one some saw coming, everyone is here for once.
  • Double Bonus:
  • Madeline: Je ne comprande pas Francais.
Don't be so stupid

Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut?

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I straighten the covers and place the money in my safe box under the bed. Another night of work. I laugh at my own statement. Ha! Work! All you do is take rejected men’s money for a wild time.

I haven’t been doing this long. Only a couple months, but I’ve made more money than you can believe!

I know how people look at me. I see the stares of shame. How some women cross the street trying to get as far away from me as possible like they might catch something.

They wouldn’t. I don’t let any man go there. Only one man has ever taken me there. Only one man I will ever let go beyond the methods I use on other men. No one has touched me since the day he was murdered.

As I scrub the filth away from my body I think back to how Jerome took me. He had different ways of making me feel head over heels. Some nights he would take me hard and rough where the bed would get close to breaking, than other nights when he was feeling love sick he would worship me. He would thrust passionately kissing my body and telling me how beautiful I am.

I step out of the shower leaving the painful memories behind. I wrap a towel around my body and go down to the kitchen to make a drink. I get out the ingredients for a rock hard drink but then a knock on the door interrupts me.

I sigh and open it to see a man with cash in hand. He raises his brow and pushes past me. Is this really my life? He throws the money at me and sits on the sofa.

I walk over to him and set the cash on the hood in his trousers. “It’s late.” I say and make my way to the door to open it for him. He laughs and throws the cash at me with force. “Suck it whore.” This man was clearly drunk and out of his mind to think he can talk to me like that.

Though financial worries enter my brain. I need the money. I need it to get away from here. I sigh and rest on my knees giving the man what he paid for.

Once done I stand up quickly and feel like I should rinse my mouth out with bleach. Just then another knock rings out. A loud one. One of demand.

I move to open the door. “I can see why you’re so popular dollface.” I grasp the handle hard and turn to him with a displeased expression. “Don’t-” “CALL HER THAT!” A screaming voice beats me to it. I know that voice.

I open the door thinking I’m crazy. I’m hearing voices again. I swing open the door to see him. “J-Jer-” he places his finger against my lips and strides into the room seeing the man. He turns to me with fire in his eyes. “Did he touch you?” I shake my head gripping my towel closer to my body scared.

Jerome comes closer and I take in his appearance. Staples? I have to say it’s not his worst look.

The man on the couch scoffs. “No. She never lets anyone get in there. To stubborn. I’ve got to say she makes up for it man. Come here and sit. She does magic.” Jerome laughs. “Oh I know. She’ll ride me like a good girl any day.” The man once again scoffs. “Ha sure! She’s not gonna let some random person in there!” The man laughs.

Jerome turns to him with a smirk. “Oh I’m not a stranger. I was her first isn’t that right darling?” He asks lifting my chin up. “Well go on baby girl. Tell him how I’m the only one who’s ever touched your pussy.” Jerome moves me in front of the man and grips my hips. “He’s the only man to ever touch my pussy.” I say feeling Jerome move his hand beyond the towel and run his fingers over the skin of my hip. I shiver under his touch missing him exceedingly.

The man on the couch slaps his knee with a jealous expression. “Oh man! Lucky you! You’re okay with her doing this though? That’s what I call a working relationship!” Jerome’s hand goes further and slips between my wet folds. He circles my clit with pressure making my body lean into his. Jerome laughs and removes his hand. Instead he lifts up the back of the towel and grips my ass. “Actually no. You see I’ve been gone for a while. This is news to me. I find this…humiliating, and revolting.” Jerome then fiddled with his own trousers and releases himself. I feel him from behind as he starts to rub his head across my wet folds. The man on the couch just stares as if he’s in heaven.

Jerome laughs. “My my my doll. You really haven’t let anyone touch you. So tight I can even thrust into you, but as for you…enjoying the snow?” Jerome thrusts hard entering me. Filling me up like he use to. I arch back into him wanting more. Needing more. The man on the couch looks at me and nods his head.

Jerome laughs and pulls out a gun. He places the barrel to my head as he continues to thrust into me pulling my hair back. “Should I shoot you? Hm? Do you deserve to live knowing the things you’ve done? You dirty whore. Who do you belong to?” “You. You Jerome!” I moan out enjoying the blissful pleasure he’s bestowing upon me. “That’s right doll! I want you to do so for me okay?” Jerome whispers in my ear. “Shoot him.” Jerome says placing the gun in my hand.

I aim the barrel at him and pull the trigger with a rush enveloping me. The mans blood splatters on the wall and he falls completely limp. Jerome growls and rips the towel away turning me around. “You’re in so much trouble.” He says and pushes me against the wall hiking me up and thrusting into me hard and fast. I place my arms around him moaning his name over and over again. “Say it again doll. Scream it.” He says and moves his hand to rub my clit. I toss my head back against the wall in pure pleasure. “Jerome!” I moan out.

He moves to sit on the couch next to the dead man still spilling blood. “What do you say princess? You wanna ride me?” I nod eagerly and place myself above him cock and sliding down on him. Jerome grips my hips as I bouch on his cock making us both feel pleasures we haven’t had for a year.

Jerome rubs his fingers against the blood on the man’s wound and covers his hand in the thick red liquid. He proceeds to trail his hand down my body making a line from my breast, to my stomach, and right above my crotch. “Ah you’re such a good girl. You’re going to cum aren’t you? Go on doll. Cum for me.” I do as he says and release on him and seconds he fills me up with his own cum.

Jerome moves my hair out of the way and kisses me. “You’re mine. Don’t be so stupid to think otherwise. No other man looks at you. Ever! Understood?” He caresses my cheek with a smile. “Yes J.” He laughs and picks me up. “Then why don’t we make up for lost time? Sound good?” I smile and kiss his nose. “Sounds perfect.”

Originally posted by bonelotus

isak doesn’t have to ring the bell when he goes to even’s place, simply lets himself in and goes to his room, climbs up the ladder of his loft bed and by then even will have moved to the right side of the bed to make room for him. and they greet each other with whispered hey’s and then isak’s forearms are on each side of even’s face and when he leans in and kisses him, he sighs audibly through his nose and it sounds like a mixture of eagerness and the relief of coming home after a long day. and they make out slowly while even’s laptop blasts his frank ocean playlist. they make out like they’re building something great, like they have time, because they do. have time 

and then isak lies on his stomach next to even. well, half of him lies next to even, the other half on him, isak’s face and arm resting on his chest and the tip of his fingers tracing the contours of his collarbones. and when even strokes isak’s arm, he teasingly asks “have you been working out? look at you, biceps and all” and isak lets out a chuckle, flexes his bicep as even has his hand wrapped around it and replies “three times a week at the gym” and even gasps exaggeratedly, squeezing his arm gently and says “without me?” pretending to sound betrayed and isak chuckles again. he doesn’t actually go to the gym, they both know that. isak props himself up on his forearms and smiles at even, playfully says “last night was a work out, wasn’t it? and, well, we did that together” and even raises his eyebrows and then his face breaks into a smile and he lifts his chin up and places a kiss on isak’s lips, says “yeah, you could say that” against them

“you know, i was only saying this for you, isak, if you get all muscly, there might not be enough room for both of us in this bed”. and isak rolls his eyes because. first, that’s never going to happen. and second, isak would have to be the size of three current isaks to not be able to fit in even’s bed. but he can’t help but smile when he looks down at even who is now grinning again because even truly has the most contagious smile he’s ever seen. and isak says “then i guess you’ll have to get a bigger bed” and he rests his head back on even’s chest 

even lets out a little laugh, runs his fingers through isak’s hair, gently rubs little circles on his scalp and says “nah, you know there will always-” and the thing is that at first he says the words playfully, but then they’re barely whispered and there’s tenderness and love in his voice. and when he adds “there will always be room for you in my bed”, it sounds like what he actually means to say is there will always be room for you, anywhere 

The Domestic Garden Witch: Hangin’ Out

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Another Indoor Succulent Garden, Josh?

Yeah, yeah, it’s another succulent garden. Bite me. But this goes to show how easy and inexpensive succulents are, frankly! They’re an ideal type of garden for those on a budget or who are limited on time and space. In fact, I’ve often said to my boyfriend (who claims that he has no green thumb whatsoever) that the only way to not have a green thumb is to end up killing succulents. Especially since they’re low maintenance.

I’ve always had a love for hanging gardens. I’m not entirely sure why, but somehow, they always bring a bit of life to a garden. Perhaps it’s because it’s a great way of simulating a three-dimensional landscape in a world where everything is either standing or flat, or perhaps its just the fact that it’s refreshing to see green at or above eye level. Regardless, this project is a great weekend craft for the college witch who wants to bring some magic into his or her home.

Unlike our previous container gardens, this is one that generally has to be crafted from scratch or with a starter frame. A frame can easily be any wooden picture frame, or you can create your own if you’ve access to power tools.

1. Place the frame front-side down. On the back, fasten a wire mesh (such as chicken wire) to the inner edges to cover the opening of the frame. Around the edges of that opening, fasten strips of wood, about a quarter-inch thick, to provide depth to the opening. Then, seal all of that up with a flat board of wood. What you should end up with is a frame with some depth, like a shadowbox frame, with a wire mesh where the picture would usually be.

2. If desired, now would be the time to paint your frame.

3. Once the frame is dry, lay it backside down. Add moist potting mix through the mesh and into the box. Continue doing so until it is packed down and won’t fall out of the box.

4. Take some cuttings and begin planting them in the soil through the wire mesh. If needed, cut the wire mesh to accommodate some larger cuttings. Continue doing so until the wire mesh and soil are mostly covered. Spray with water and carefully hang in an area that receives plenty of light.

Magic In the Wood

Our previous container magicks have taken a look at metal, seashells, and even the magic of recycled items. But it would be a shame if I were to miss the magic that wood can bring to a container garden. After all, there are entire traditions of magic that focus on different woods and trees (those who participate in druidry definitely would know this, especially as Ogham places particular emphasis on trees and wood).

In working with container gardens, the wooden planter box is usually an easy go-to for buying or building, but the type of wood is usually overlooked. Every time my family built a planter box, the only concern was that it was a hardwood (that way it didn’t rot quickly, and could stand up to the weather and usage). But different trees embody different aspects of magic. So from a witchy standpoint, we can add to the magic of our gardens if we incorporate that into our container gardens!

Now keep in mind that these are going to be general correspondences and descriptions. Depending upon where you live, a tree or wood may have different characteristics (for instance, hawthorn may be linked specifically to magic and protection in Europe, but here in California, the oak is usually more linked to that). 

First is the usual hardwood here in California: redwood. Sturdy, tough, and depending on the source, often a rather beautiful reddish pink color, redwood is an easy go-to. Typically, redwood or sequoia can be linked to wisdom, protection, stability, and strength.

Pine is another frequent go-to. Though its color isn’t as striking, it’s qualities of protection, wisdom, prosperity, and strong association with life are great qualities to implement in a garden.

Oak varies from place to place, and from species to species. Here on California’s Central Coast, it’s hard to go too far without seeing a Coast Live Oak, which grows easily here and has a strong feeling about it that makes it seem that it’s constantly watching and constantly protecting. Oaks are nearly always linked with wisdom, and in some cases are so strongly linked to magic that they merge with magical characters (no joke… in some stories about Merlin, he became an oak tree upon his death). Regardless, oak brings protection, wisdom, knowledge, and masculine energies to one’s garden!

Birch is easily recognizable for it’s lightly colored wood, and for its bright white bark. But while it makes for a sturdy wood, it can also reflect aspects of flexibility. For this reason, it can be used in making a box that will encourage adaptation, creativity, and intuition in your garden.

Those are only four examples, and are some of the easiest woods to get a hold of in your local hardware store. Consider the type of wood you’re using when creating a planter. What aspects does it represent for you? And how can you bring its magic into your garden?

May all your harvests be bountiful! )O(

Stephen Hawking urges humanity to return to the moon — or risk destruction on Earth

  • Stephen Hawking has an idea to keep humanity thriving for years to come: Let’s all move to space.
  • In a speech at Norway’s Starmus Festival, Hawking said the only way to deal with issues like overpopulation, climate change and disease is to colonize the moon, Mars and other planets within the next 100 years.
  • “Spreading out may be the only thing that saves us from ourselves,” Hawking said. “I am convinced that humans need to leave Earth.”
  • In order for this cosmic quest to work, Hawking said several leading nations should band together to send astronauts to the moon again by 2020, and to Mars by 2025.
  • From there, he said he believes we could get a “moon village” in place over the next 30 years. Read more (6/21/17)

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It’s A Comfort Thing

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 3,738

Warnings: nsfw aT ALL THIS IS SO SINFUL I’M NOT EVEN SORRY

A/N: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov

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Originally posted by arkhamcutie


my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo

dyl pickle: will do xx

I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.

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To All the Students in School

I think this really needs to be said to all the high schoolers freaking out about AP exams, SAT scores, and ACT scores. Hell, even to those who are applying/applied to colleges or other things. The number that you end up reading off the collegeboard site does not determine your worth. The number that you end up reading off the collegeboard site does not determine how smart you are. The number that you end up reading off the collegeboard site does not determine your future. Only you, as a person, can determine that. I know it’s hard, I’m still in high school too. But I think you guys need to, have to, know that even if you get all A’s and a 1450+ (or 2200+) on the SAT that it doesn’t automatically guarantee you a job. You could end up going to Stanford, MIT, or Harvard but end up in a bad place. The school you end up going to doesn’t necessarily grant you a job either. Okay, yes, it makes it a little bit easier but either way, you’re going to have to work hard for everything to get where you want. All of you are so much more important than some score or letter grade. Y’all are gonna do great, as long as you have the passion and drive to work for it. Having straight A’s and perfect scores does not mean you will survive in the real world. Now, this isn’t a way to make you feel better or myself (since I’m not a straight A student either) about all of this because honestly it’s all so true.

Good luck on your AP exams and everything else though. :) You guys got this.

anonymous asked:

im a hoe for both your smut and angst so can you please do the RFA + Saeran developing feelings for MC and confessing when they're only friends with benefits?

I’ve been wanting to write out such an au fic with one of these characters! One day…orz. I hope you don’t mind me writing about this happening outside of mc stumbling along the messenger!
(Scum’s life tip: Be very prepared if you ever get in a FWB relationship. Feelings get developed easy and it hurts when they’re not returned! Be careful!!)

Zen

- Zen, typically, didn’t persue one night stands. There were chances of it damaging his career, and honestly, some women got a little too obsessed with him at times.

- However, one night out drinking with cast after the final show, and he landed back at his place with you in tow

- Normally, he wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t be squeezing your ass, grinding against you with a teasing smirk. He wouldn’t be panting your name as your teeth left indents on his neck, shoulder, and grazing lower.

- But he was. And if the two of you enjoyed this one night together, both desperately needing release, why not keep it up?

- And that was when he fucked up.

- At first, it was fun. He got to build up his sexual stamina again, was able to send more risque pictures for once, and listening to your moans and gasps of praise was doing wonders for his self esteem

- But you would leave soon after, refusing all of his offers to let you stay the night. Sometimes he even got a glimpse of you texting other guys, and it was hard swallowing his jealously and pretending nothing happened.

- At first, he tries to ignore it, but since he has to see you nearly every day during rehearsals, its rough. Especially when the other guys are trying their best to flirt with you. There was more than one time he had to take a decent break to cool down from that.

- But then, of course, the two of you have to do some romantic scene together. He nearly pours his heart out through the lines, but of course you don’t assume he means the scripted words. He invites you over that night, and you decline saying you’re busy, and he’s left wondering if you’re being busy with someone else.

- He tries cutting communications off for a week, and fails miserably when you text two days later needing a pick-me-up.

- That night, with your permission, he’s rougher than usual. It’s not sweet and gentle like your sessions had started to become, but mainly reminiscent of your first night together.

- When you point that out, cooling down from another romp, he tries to ignore it, but you keep pressing the topic futher and futher, and he finally admits his jealously.

- “Zen, you know we’re not dating, right?”

- He feels so fucking stupid. He gets up, getting dressed and preparing for you to leave again.

-“Zen…Are you wanting to date?”

- “It’s pretty clear you don’t want to.”

- “I never said that.”

- He drops the shirt he was holding, looking at you with an expression of surprise that makes you laugh.

- “If you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind giving it a shot, Zen.

Jaehee

- The two of you actually started out as friends for a while. Before she could understand that her feelings for you weren’t just platonic.

- Neither of you considered being more than friends until one night, the both if you stressed and tired, decided to watch a movie. Sitting next to each other turned to cuddling, cuddling turned to handholding and kissing, and next thing she knew she was naked in bed with you the morning after.

- She was too scared to lose the only friend she had, so she brought up possibly becoming friends with benefits, and swallowed down any confused feelings.

- I mean…If she enjoyed it, it was beneficial for her too, right?

- It wasn’t long until that was proven otherwise. Sure, each time that they two of you met up, it felt amazing. All her stress from work vanished, and she enjoyed every minute with you.

- But when you weren’t around? She never know she could become more stressed out than the last time Jumin set up a cat project right during the quarterly reports. Her emotions were all over the place, and she nearly even snapped at Zen once in the chatroom before she realized who she was talking to.

- So, she tried to be the bigger person and cut it off. She invited you over, made some decaf coffee to help her nerves, and spilled everything out. How much she ached afterwards, and that the cons were starting to outweigh the benefits.

- Somewhere along her explaination, you had started crying, and she…honestly didn’t know how to deal with that. She tried comforting you the best she could, but before she could offer any kind words, you were stuttering out on how you were wanting to see if the two of you could be something more.

- And that’s when she admitted that the reason everything hurt so much was due to her feelings for you extending past just ‘friendship’.

- The talk grew a bit awkward there. You crying, her quietly rubbing your back, until she finally mentioned possibly just trying a relationship

- She was not expecting the tight hug you gave her, but she smiled and hugged you back, thankful to have found someone as sweet as you.

Jumin

- Meeting business women was nothing out if the ordinary. Nor was them requesting a date with him before signing a contract, either. What was unusual, was him not being able to ignore advances from you.

- He had never gone this far with a person before. The dates stopped was the meal was over, contract signed, and then he’d be already contemplating the project and ignoring everything else.

- When he couldn’t do that with you, he thought he might have been having attention problems that day from a lack of sleep. Or maybe too much wine? But none of the excuses worked when days later he still couldn’t get you out if his head.

- So, he contacted you for another date. Tried to explain he needed to discuss a few more details of the contract, but you called him out pretty quickly, and later that night he found himself naked, exhausted with you peppering a few kisses on his face.

- He thought that would be the end of it. That he was just having a rush of hormones, or something out of the norm like that. Instead, he found himself requesting your attention more and more, and when you suggested such a relationship to him, he accepted it since it promised he would see you more.

- At first, his thoughts towards you were mainly sexual. He couldn’t stop imagining his name leaving your lips, your nails scratching down his back, how amazingly wonderful you felt.

- But then his thoughts shifted to thinking about the sweet goodbye kisses you gave him. How Elizabeth 3rd meowed for you after you had gone. How you had teased him with the batter for the strawberry pancakes he was trying to make for you that morning

- Of course, someone else had to point out that he probably had a crush on you, and then he had no idea what to do. One of the firm rules you had promised for your beneficial relationship was that no feelings would be involved. But here he was, yearning for you in ways you two had sworn from.

- Regretfully, he set up another dinner with you, planning to end the ‘friendship’ the two of you had, since he couldn’t refrain from those emotions.

- But you just blushed and laughed, even going as far to tease him a bit.

- “I fail to see how this is so funny.”

- “Jumin, I don’t mind you having feelings for me. In fact, if you want to…I don’t mind trying to go for a relationship with you.”

- His shocked look was laughable, but he cleared his throat, offering a small smile.

- “I would like that.”

Yoosung

- You guys stumbled your way into becoming friends with benefits. He didn’t want it to go that way at first, not at all, but you both agreed to only let your friendship extend that far.

- You two met at his college, noting both of you had LOLOL pins and became quick friends through that alone. Soon you guys were hanging out, then hanging out at his place, then one thing let to another and the two of you were basically dry humping one another during a heated movie scene

- Shortly after, the two of you had a brief talk explaining to each other how you both weren’t ready for any relationships…But definitely wanted to do that again. And that’s how it started out.

- The two of you eased each other through awkward first time sex, first time foreplay and oral- Everything. And it broke his heart when you talked about how much he would be able to make his future girlfriend happy

- Because he knew that meant you weren’t willing to be his girlfriend.

- Admittedly, he had feelings for you since the beginning, but he couldn’t get the courage to admit them now, especially when the two of you were having so much fun together. Even just outside of sex!

- Zen really had to help him even consider admitting his feelings.

- It wasn’t until the morning after one exhausting romp that he finally told you. He woke up alone in his bed, with the smell of breakfast cooking and you humming along.

- He ended up groaning a bit and trying to turn over to sleep, even though the temptation of breakfast was amazingly strong, but you fussed at him from across the small room.

- “Yoosung, it’s already noon!”

- “I don’t have to go anywhere todaaay.”

- His whine stopped pretty quickly as you walked over with a teasing finger poking at his forehead. “You can’t sleep in all day, though. That’s bad for you, you’re gonna end up messing up your sleep schedule.”

- He pouted, pulling your hand down to tangle with his as he looked up at you. With your messy hair and various lovemarks decorating your neck. He didn’t know what came over him, but he just let it slip out right there.

- And he instantly let go of your hand, covering his mouth and waking up quickly. Before he could apologize, you bent over and pulled his hand away, pressing your lips against his, smiling aftwards

- “I love you too…But you still can’t sleep in, you dork.”

Seven

- Surprisingly, he was the one to initiate it. Met you at a one-time place, and when the sex was better than he was expecting, he toyed with the idea of finding your number later.

- And thats exactly what he ended up doing. Lied and said you gave it to him that night, you must have forgot, but hey he really needed to relieve some stress so were you free?

- For a while, a long while, he managed to hold off his emotions. Acting cold and distant over text was easy, and he never answered your calls

- But slowly he started opening up. He started joking, teasing, even invited you to meet at his place

- And everything started falling apart then. You would leave in the morning, sometimes offering to help him make breakfast, and whenever you left, he was trying to fight the urge to follow you through cctvs

- To make sure you were safe. To make sure you didn’t run into any trouble

- That’s when he cut off communications for a good three weeks. Granted your meet-ups were once a week or​ two, but he stopped responding to any texts, no matter how kind or sexual

- But when you showed up at his door, his alarm going off because of course you didn’t know Arabic, he finally gave into his frustrations and snapped. Yelled at you for coming by, yelled at you for being so ‘easy’ and ‘stupid’.

- When you left, he thought that would solve it. But he couldn’t stop checking up on you through cameras, your social media- Anything he could access

- And after a week, he finally called you.

- You didn’t answer the first call. Or the second. Or third. He kept calling until finally, the ninth call, you answered and blew up at him

- He managed to convince you to meet him up in public, lying and saying you forgot something, some jacket of yours, and you angrly hung up after confirming the when and where.

- When the two of you meet up, he’s holding a few roses for you, looking ashamed and hurriedly explaining himself. Explaining he’s stupid, how he was trying to shield himself from getting hurt if you rejected him, how this whole time he had been helplessly enamored with you.

- Granted, you didn’t let him off easy. You gave him a few choice words for how he treated you, but…

- You agreed to try dating him, and he was going to make sure you never regretted that.


Saeran
- When the two of you started off, he picked you because you seemed like you knew what you were doing. You were supposed to be a casual hook-up, but one thing led to another and here you were

- Curled up with him on your bed, lazily cuddling and watching the night through the window

- And everything was so peaceful. The fan was on, the room was perfect temperature, how you felt resting against his chest

- He almost hated it. He had casual sex before with others, always leaving right afterwards. But then you came along. Suggested talking again, at least for sex, suggested him staying over one night, suggested to spend breakfast with you because, according to you, he couldn’t just not eat breakfast.

- And soon, it was a normal habit. Sex, cuddling, staying over… Somewhere along the way, every time he had to leave his chest ached for you. He craved your touch, your kisses, your happy sighs when his embrace was so soft.

- When did he become soft?

- He had known for a while what to call his feelings. Even brought it up to Saeyoung once, Zen twice, and a million times to himself.

- His hand languidly rubbed against your back, your little hum filling his heart with more courage he could muster

- “Hey.”

- You looked up, your beautiful eyes meeting his and god you smiled

- “What if…” he trailed, suddenly feeling intimidated by your gaze

- “What if?”

- “What if I loved you?”

- The words hurled out, and before he could retract, you grinned. A huge, joyful grin, and planted your lips against his cheek

- “Then I would love you back.”

Air B&E (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, unnamed Male Target, OFC Jeff. 

Summary: When a mission requires close proximity with your least favorite teammate, you try to make the best of it, but a change in plans adds new challenges and possibly a new opportunity. ( basically Bed Sharing Trope meets Enemies to Lovers Trope. Kinda.  :D )

Warnings: sexual situations? pretty vague.  

Word Count: 2.8k

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A/N: Hey, ya’ll !! I’m back from vacation and the idea for this fic was sparked by my sleeping accommodations. heh. I kinda fell in love with it and even made time to write in the evenings after being super tired from traveling. I hope you enjoy this and any feedback is appreciated! Love you guys!! :)

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Originally posted by bovaria

“Alright! So here are the keys, the WiFi password is posted on the fridge and let me know if there’s anything you need, anything at all. Okay?” said the overly enthusiastic young man before you.

You accepted the keys with a smile, “Absolutely! Thank you so much, Jeff. It’s even better than the pictures.”  

“I’m so glad,” he grinned. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. It was so nice to meet you both.”

Your eyes flickered to the man beside you, tight smile upon his face. “You, too, man,” he coolly responded.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you clasped the hand of the heavy left arm draped over your shoulders. Technology allowed the metal plates to be shielded with a holographic flesh arm, but it still weighed a ton.

“Bye, Jeff.”

He nodded before stepping out into the hall. The moment the front door lock engaged, you shoved the arm off and put as much space between you two as possible.

“This plan is stupid,” Bucky said with contempt as he collapsed heavily onto the couch.

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