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{23.07.16} // 89 days to O Levels

[11-13/100 days of productivity]

// what is cold war even. //

for the past few days i’ve been revising and trying to improve on my electives, ss and history by doing practice papers, doing notes and seeing teachers for consultation. i can definitely say i’ve improved because for the first time ever i scored really well for my ss sbq practice AND i finally understand some topics in history!! (*´▽`*) hope you guys are doing well too!!

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happy birthday @huntressmaria

What’s In A Kiss (VMin)

☛ Help, my husband wants to kiss me one thousand times in one week, but he really overestimated and I don’t know how to tell him.

✘ ~1k words, married VMin, domestic AU, for @ughjeon 

“What’s with the long face?” Hoseok says the minute he sees Jimin walk in.

Jimin flops down on the couch next to Hoseok with so much force, he almost dislodges the elder.

“It’s Taehyung.”

They’re at Taehyung and Jimin’s place, and for once, Jimin is glad Taehyung is always home from work a lot later than Jimin is. A deep frown crosses Hoseok’s face in a confused daze when Jimin says that.

“I thought you both just celebrated your five year anniversary two days ago.”

“We did, but- ”

“And you guys spent all day feeding each other cake and making the rest of us gag with how disgustingly in love you both looked back then,” Hoseok points out. Jimin groans, leaning back against the pillow so that he’s facing the ceiling.

“Taehyung came up with on his ‘plans’ yesterday.”

“Uh oh.”

Exactly,” Jimin says, throwing his hands up in frustration before turning to face Hoseok, face pulling the most serious look Hoseok has ever seen on him.

“Okay, first of all, I love Taehyung. I love everything about him. His cute butt and and his pretty eyes, his burnt breakfast pancakes, the way his voice sounds at 4am, the works. I’m in love with everything about him.”

“Bizarre, but in your case, understandable.”

“But, and don’t tell him this,” Jimin’s eyes flash warningly at Hoseok, and Hoseok makes a cross sign against his heart, “isn’t he maybe just a little unreasonable sometimes?”

“Sure, everyone’s unreasonable sometimes,” Hoseok says, shrugging, but Jimin isn’t done.

“He said that we have to kiss as many times in one week as the number of days we’ve been married.”

“I, uh- ”

“Hyung,” Jimin says, panic clear in his whispered squeal, “that’s 1825 kisses. In one week. He’s actually serious. He’s even keeping count. We’re barely at 150 yet.”

“Jimin, calm down -”

“I think he grossly overestimated and I don’t know how to make him understand that, hyung. It’s only the first day and I think my lips are going to fall off. I have literally never been happier to go to work in my entire life.”

“And tomorrow’s a weekend,” Hoseok points out unhelpfully as the doorbell rings. Jimin throws Hoseok a tired look as he opens the door to an extremely excited Kim Taehyung.

“Hi, honey,” Jimin says, trying his best to keep a semblance of a straight face.

“Hey,” Taehyung says, pulling Jimin in for a long kiss that leaves Jimin blushing and breathless all at once. At least, till Taehyung squeals out a triumphant148, at which Jimin’s face falls as he mouths to Hoseok ‘see what I mean’.

“We were just talking about you, Tae,” Hoseok grins at Jimin, the picture of innocence. Jimin’s eyes flash warningly at Hoseok and Taehyung hums, taking off his shoes.

“Oh really? What about?”

Jimin looks at Hoseok in panic, and Hoseok mouths ‘just tell him’.

“Just talking about when you’d get home,” Jimin says in a strained voice, which Taehyung thankfully misses in his attempts to wrestle off his socks.

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt anything,” Hoseok says, standing up and making his way over to the door. Taehyung, cocks an eyebrow at him and shrugs.

“Stay if you want, hyung.” Hoseok laughs, looking over at Jimin and grabbing him by the arm.

“I’ve been here for ages anyway,” Hoseok says, which is a blatant lie, because Jimin knows he’s barely stuck around for fifteen minutes.

“Plus, Jimin had a long day,” Hoseok explains hurriedly, showing himself out, but not before whispering a harsh ‘just tell him the truth, he’ll understand’.

“You okay, babe?” Taehyung says, sitting down on the couch later, face the picture of concern. He looks so worried, Jimin feels his chest constrict. “You didn’t tell me work was hard.”

“It wasn’t that hard,” Jimin mumbles, sitting next to Taehyung and looking straight into his eyes. ‘I have to tell you something.”

Taehyung nods enthusiastically, fingers running through Jimin’s hair.

“You know how we’ve been married five years, right?”

“Right,” Taehyung grins, punctuating his agreement with a soft kiss against Jimin’s lips. Jimin ignores the way his stomach flips at that and forges ahead.

“And I can tell you anything and be honest about it, right?”

“Right,” Taehyung says, leaning in to peck at Jimin’s lips again. “That’s 150.”

“And you really won’t get mad about it, right?”

“Right.” Another kiss, this one a little more lingering so that Jimin has to catch his breath. He’s quickly losing his resolve and he has to mentally kick himself for how easily swayed he is for anything Taehyung wants. Like that time they had gone to Tokyo for their honeymoon and Jimin had sat through a whole day of the Build-A-Bear convention centre, even though Disneyland was a five minute drive away, just because Taehyung had wanted to make one for the kid’s they’d have someday.

“Because you love me, right?” Jimin says at last, voice barely a whisper, just loud enough for Taehyung to catch it as his eyes flicker at Taehyung’s lips.

“Absolutely,” Taehyung whispers back, fingers reaching to the back of Jimin’s neck just as Jimin places his hands on either side of Taehyung’s face and tilts his head. Taehyung grins a little and kisses Jimin so hard he sees stars and he’s floating up, up and away till the only thing that brings him disappointingly to reality is the fact that he needs to breathe.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Jimin complains when they break away for air, pouting. Taehyung laughs, lightly shoving Jimin’s arm.

“What was it you wanted to tell me?”

It’s not like Jimin remembers. Or wants to.

“Think we can make it to 300 by the time the weekend’s through?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling and Jimin thinks offhand that maybe that’s exactly what he’d been trying to say all along.

i went to a waterpark today!!!! in a bikini!!!!! and i wasn’t terrified and self-conscious the entire time!!!!!! i am so happy and proud of myself right now!!!!!

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- for my wonderful friend @unicornmish whose birthday was yesterday ♥♥ 

Happy Birthday, @eternal-nova! Congratulations on being another year closer to success.

Thanks for being a cool dude and a good friend. Now that you’re getting old, that better not change! Don’t become like me; old and uncool. It’s not good for that face of yours.

Enjoy your special day!
Vintage- A Peter Parker Imagine


Anonymous Requested: Could I request a Peter Parker one where the reader is a nerd who collects vintage things, old computers, records, things like that and is friends with Parker. And for her birthday he fixes an old record player and plays a sweet song for her. Lots of fluff please!!!!!! P.S you writing is 10000000000% awesome

I thought it’d be funny to throw in a character based off of me, since I used to work at a thrift store and it was absolute hell. I hope you find the character based off of me funny! Thanks! I also love the song, and based the record player off of the one that I bought!

Vintage

The crinkling sound of a record player had been a sound you had grown to love. It reminded you of your childhood where all your parents had was an old record player, which caused you to fall in love with old songs. You lived for the old fashioned romance of the 20th century, but times eventually grew hard when you grew older, so you had to sell your record player and records. You always went garbage diving with your friend Peter and you patrolled thrift stores for vintage things; not only because they were all you could afford, but because you loved the vintage feel of everything you owned.

Your room was littered with all of things that you had found and purchased. Your computer was completely ancient and your keyboard was a different color since you had purchased them separately. Your fashion sense had always been eighties inspired with floral jackets and skirts with knee high boots. Peter had always admired the way that you lived; you were so incredibly humble because your upbringing. You never thought you were better than anyone, and you were accepting of absolutely anyone. Besides, who were you to judge?

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anonymous asked:

An imagine where reader and Leafy come home from a night out with friends and he gets jealous from how close you are with the others and tells you to get with them when you threaten to and begin to leave he grabs you and things get a tiny bit heated 😏😏 please

Yo. lol I closed my eyes for five minutes at 8:30 and BOIIIIIIIIII. I slept until 12:15 AM and here I am writing a fic. I’m starting this at 1AM and should be posting another just after this (as you will note that it is no longer 1AM my time). I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE POSTED AT 9 IM SORRY IM LATE AS FUCK T_T


LeafyIsHere Fanfiction - Friendly Conflicts

You were out with your friends for a while. It was for one of your best friend’s birthdays. However, to Calvin, it seemed like you were never home anymore. Between going out for work functions and trying to make time for your friends, it seemed like you had completely forgotten him. Granted he was super busy with work, but when he noticed you weren’t home one night he realized just how little he had seen you all week. Forget about the last week, the last few weeks have progressively become worse with each passing weekend. He missed how you would check in on him or ask him to take a cuddle break because you missed him.

Finishing a video early, Calvin called out to you in the house. Heading to the front room of the house where you would usually be, he remembered you were going out once again for your best friend’s birthday. Sighing, he sits on the couch and decides to wait up until you got home. It shouldn’t be too much longer, but every minute that passes seems like a century. Sure, he would go on Twitter and talk with fans, but he wanted to be talking with you. He was a bit jealous that you were spending so much time with your friends and he was just on the sidelines, but didn’t want to seem like a clingy boyfriend and ask you to stop.

The door clicks open and you walk in setting your stuff on the counter before walking over to the couch. You had went out to a fancy dinner and wore a smoking outfit to match. Sitting down, you rest your head on Calvin’s shoulder who has yet to say anything at your arrival home. “So the party went great, I wish you could have come but she said, ‘No Significant Others.’ She asked me to go out for drinks with her tomorrow night as well. It sounds like fun so I said I would.” Calvin raises his eyebrows at this and says, “Are you serious? I haven’t seen you once this entire week? I thought we planned to do something tomorrow, too?” You scoff and say, “Well it’s not that big of a deal, Calvin. We can reschedule, I don’t get to see them that often.”

Trying to mask how irritated he is, he simply says, “You have literally spent the entire week with them. When was the last time we hung out, period?” You try to recall the last time and pause to think about it. “Exactly. I can’t even remember the last time we did other than two weeks ago… for five minutes before you left for an event” he says, trying to prove his point even more. You are getting a little annoyed at how your night has changed to justifying hanging out with your friends and say, “Honestly, what is your problem? I’m not going to just say I can’t hang out with them. They’re my friends Calvin, I can’t just ignore them. And I can’t just not go to a work event”

Now in a bit of an argument, Calvin gets defensive and says, “Are you dating them or me? Because last time I checked, I was your boyfriend and they’re the ones taking you out every night now.” Standing up and walking back to get your stuff, “Maybe I should just leave. They asked me to go out to another place with them tonight, but I said ‘no’ because I wanted to get back home to spend time with you. Clearly that was a mistake.” Getting up, Calvin turns in your direction and says, “You have to be kidding me, are you seriously going to leave?”

Trying to express your irritation, you say, “I’m only doing what you said I am. If I’m dating them, maybe I should be spending the night with them as well.” You walk towards the door and just before opening say, “Want me to fuck them tonight as well? Or is that going too far for a first date?” Getting caught off guard, he grabs your wrist, turning you to face him. He slightly pins you against the door and closes it before you can escape this conversation.

“You want to say that last phrase again to my face?” He says, looking into your eyes. Not willing to back down you say, “Sure, I asked if you wanted me to fuck them as well.” He rolls his eyes and says, “Look, I’m just a little jealous you’ve been spending so much time with them. But can you actually consider me for a minute? It took me getting into an argument with you to get you to talk with me for more than five minutes.”

You sigh, realizing just how little the two of you have actually talked in the last week, “Okay, maybe I haven’t been spending as much time with you. But what am I supposed to do? They’re my friends Calvin, I’m going to spend time with them.” Looking to your eyes, he says, “Consider this, I’m your boyfriend and I need time too, at least more than this.” You sigh and run your hand through your hair before he continues by saying, “I miss you and I care about you. Is it really so bad that I ask you to spend more time with me?” Looking up at him, you say, “Of course not. I’m sorry, Calvin. I’ve been trying to make time for everyone, I guess I just figured it would be okay with how busy you’ve been.”

A little embarrassed, but still confident, he smirks and says, “Maybe I miss you being a bit of a distraction.” You chuckle and say, “Oh really? But you have yet to miss an upload time this whole week. Are you sure spending more time together is good?” He simply replies saying, “Well, I certainly can’t deny that. I’d rather have late uploads if it means I get more time with you, though.” He plants a simple kiss on your lips, drawing you into him. When was the last time you two were this close in the last week? Two weeks?

He was intoxicating and you couldn’t get enough. Hands running through his hair as you try to deepen the kiss, missing how he tasted, you can feel him smile into the kiss. Drawing away from you, he laughs saying, “A little eager, are we?” You face is a bright red and you look away with a slight pout saying, “Okay, so I may have realized how much I missed you.” Grinning at your conclusion, he draws your face back to his to continue the kiss and make up for any lost time in the last few weeks. How much time could you fit into one night?


Lol I’m writing the second fic now. Be sure to let me know what you guys think and if you enjoyed! I hope you guys are having a great morning and your day is going well! ^-^ 100 Notes and I’ll get jealous  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)