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Beautiful

Summary: Sam shows Dean how beautiful he is.

Warning: This one got away from me. Smut, dirty talk, use of the Samulet as a cock ring, a little bit of come play (I guess)?

Word Count: 2700

A/N: Um. I got kinky. I’m not sorry. XOXO


Dean’s wearing only a towel around his waist when he gets out of the bathroom.

Sam watches the steam billow out from behind him when he opens the door, water droplets trickling down his arms and chest, making him look like some wondrous, mythical sex god.

Of course, Sam’s always thought that about Dean.

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anonymous asked:

Ooh, for the hair one, I bet Padme would be willing to teach Anakin/the clones lots of really complex braids to try out on Obi-Wan. Outwardly he's resigned, but inwardly he really likes it because the more complex style take longer so he has fingers in his hair longer, thus offers no real complaints. The first time he actually falls asleep during the process they know they've found a winner. Lots of hair petting for their touch-starved Jedi.

“So let me get this straight, you’re just letting them braid you?” Anakin watched Obi-Wan, sitting on a small log with his legs folded beneath himself, an eyebrow raised as Boil was focusing intently on the copper hair as he carefully braided it. It was clear the vod was new at it.

“Mmmn, it makes them happy.” Obi-Wan gave a rather drowsy mutter. “Feels nice too. Why not, keeps my hair out of my eyes.” He let his head drop a bit more forward, sighing quietly in a noise that Anakin could only categorize as pure pleasure, the older man almost purring where he was kneeling on the ground with Boil sitting behind him on the log of a similar make to Anakin’s.

Between the two Jedi, the fire crackled merrily and warded off the chill of the night.

Honestly, Anakin couldn’t remember a time Obi-Wan had looked this relaxed that didn’t involve alcohol, meditation or sleep and then again it wasn’t always that calm with the latter.

That might be why he caught Waxer by the arm right before lights out after he had commed Padme real quick. “Could you bring a message to Commander Cody for me?” He was smiling to assure the trooper nothing was wrong.

Waxer blinked his amber eyes at him before nodding, saulting a bit. “Of course sir.” He sounded puzzled.

“Senator Amidala is willing to teach anyone who wants to learn some more advanced braiding techniques, for Obi-Wan, if anyone is interested that is.” He grinned a bit more, watching how Waxer took a moment to digest the information before pure and gleeful interest lit up in his eyes, the trooper giving a quick, eager nod.

“Of course sir, I’ll give him the message right now sir.” And with that the trooper shot off to find his commander, delight in his Force signature.

‘I do wonder if Padme knows what she got herself into.’ Anakin mused with a small grin before he ducked into his tent.

()()()

“I’m almost envious I don’t have hair.” Ahsoka grinned at her master, laying on her stomach as she watched the blond.

“Shut up Snips.” Anakin grumbled as Padme demonstrated another way of braiding the hairs that was quicker but made it look fuller at the same time. “I don’t see why she’s using me, I got shoulder length hair, Obi-Wan’s is much longer then mine.”

“Because you were teasing Obi-Wan, now shut up Knight Skywalker.” Padme offered quickly before turning back to her attentive students. “Now if you really want to make it seem even fuller, you put a few pins in like so.” She demonstrated on the thin braid to prove her point.

“Senator Amidala, you have mannequin heads! Please use them!” Anakin finally groaned. His hair felt weird.

“Shush.” She tapped him on the head with a wicked smile. “Now, Knight Skywalker unfortunately does not have long enough hair for me to demonstrate a Nabooan middle braid but no worries, we will do that one as while a bit more time consuming, would benefit Master Kenobi during fights as its less likely to unravel.” She pulled over a mannequin head with long hair.

She showed them a lot of braids and Anakin carefully undid his own as he joined his padawan on the floor, collapsing on his back as Padme went on about fisthtail braids, waterfall, five braids, side braids and something called a corset braid that Anakin HIGHLY doubted Obi-Wan would let the others do to him but she was still showing them.

()()()

“Is…Is he asleep?” Anakin stared, Obi-Wan’s chin on his chest with quiet puffs of breath escaping him, Cody’s hands in his hair as he was slowly finishing off what looked like a rather tight braid that was pulling all of Obi-Wan’s hair back into a very complicated with five lines instead of three.

“Yup, he’s been doing that a lot if they braid his hair when he’s tired.” Rex admitted. “Commander Cody has been comming me about it. Best way to get him to rest apparently.” He shrugged.

Anakin blinked a bit then smiled, settling back to his rations as Cody tied off the braid and then slowly and carefully tilted the older Jedi until he was resting with his head in Cody’s lap, letting the Jedi sleep.

‘Guess that’s one way to help him out.’ The blond mused.

Famous moves of The Big Apple

Apple Jacks

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Break a Leg

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Hallelujah

London Bridge

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Rusty Dusty

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Privileged (16/?)

Originally posted by bashooking

“Once again *yn* founds herself in the grounder infested forest but this time, she isn’t alone. *yn*’s injury proves to be a source of tension between Finn and the rest of the group, especially Bellamy. However, her injury also allows Bellamy and *yn* to finally act on their feelings.”

Warnings: Fluff, violence, death, swearing

Notes: Based on 2x03 ‘Reapercussions’ of The 100.

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“I can’t imagine how pissed your father is going to be when he’s realised you’ve taken off.”

“Shut up Murphy.” *yn* and Bellamy both snapped simultaneously.

“Ok I knew you two were into each other but I didn’t realise you were so into each other that you were up to the finishing each other’s sentences stage.” 

“Quick question, is anyone opposed to me bashing Murphy’s head in with a rock?” 

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proudlyunicorn  asked:

15, 36, 50. You know who

I assume this is about - no wait I can’t even joke. I KNOW WHO. 


15) Who is scared of the dark?

They’re camping. It’s something Lena Luthor thought she’d never be caught dead doing and yet here she is, seated around a campfire with Kara Danvers and family like it’s something ordinary. For Kara, Lena supposes, it probably is.

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fo4 companions as aesthetics
  • Cait: broken toothed smiles, shattered vintage liquor bottles, torn lace and bite marks, winter mornings at cold harbors, old tattoos with new ink crossing over and through.
  • Codsworth: freshly mowed grass, beds with mounds of fluffed pillows, apple pies cooling on windowsills, songbirds perched on telephone wires, photo albums added to since childhood.
  • Curie: fresh bouquets in glass vases, bay windows with sea views, fine china filled with herbal tea, old bicycles with wicker baskets, barefoot walks down rainy streets.
  • Danse: swords cast into mountaintops, metal bunkers hidden in dark woods, waves washing over jagged rocks, freshly fallen snow at daybreak, dark clouds with silver linings.
  • Deacon: out of context stills from 90s cartoons, roadside diners lost in the desert, second hand tie-dye shirts, endless horizons with wild skies, empty amusement parks at dusk.
  • Dogmeat: warm slippers, homemade cookies fresh from the oven, burning log fires, legs and paws tangled in fleece blankets, light spilling through drawn curtains.
  • Hancock: torn paintings and broken statues, anarchistic graffiti on monuments, ornate knives and quills, after-parties in palaces, handwritten letters with fingerprint marks.
  • MacCready: comic panels on cork boards, blurry photos of sappy drunks, dollar bills with false promises written on, walking highways at midnight, crumpled pictures of ex-lovers.
  • Nick: neon signs reflected in puddles on city streets, title cards from old movies, stars above skylines, smokey jazz bars with dimmed lights, partners rushing into an embrace.
  • Piper: old books and rumpled sheets, polaroids tinted with age, black coffee spilled onto hastily scribbled words, lipstick stains on cigarettes, clothes abandoned at the door.
  • Preston: patchwork sewn coats and quilts, campfires fading on forest floors, overgrown treehouses, flying burned and torn flags, wooden swords and old toys hidden beneath beds.
  • Strong: broken chain links, abandoned buildings with rusted walls, bandages pulled taut against skin, thorns and vines wrapped around wire fences, vandalized warning signs.
  • X6-88: leather cloaks and silk scarves, towers with mirrored windows, clean cut diamonds, geometric statues in stark colors and fine lines, skyline pools reflecting full moons.
Bad Ideas (13)

Our boys are just funny for a little bit here, and Wade is adorable and fluffy, and important words are said!!!!
….. and then shit goes down.

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Love all my readers :)
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Wade looked up when Peter did a slow sort of shuffle and waddle into the kitchen.

“Hey Peter-pie how-”

“If you say anything at all, I’m going to break your jaw.” Peter threatened, and Wade took a huge gulp of scalding hot coffee just so he wouldn’t laugh. “I’m not kidding Wade.”

“You could have said no.” Wade countered, and ducked when a piece of toast came flying at him. “Well you could have!”  He said and Peter leveled him with a glare, but still limped over and settled himself in Wade’s lap, nosing into his neck to scent him. “Sweetheart, sitting like this can’t possibly be comfortable for you. Lay down on the couch or something.”

“Need to be close to you.” Pete muttered, draping his arms over Wade’s shoulders. “Kinda hate you right now but need to be close. Can’t help it.”

“I know, honey.” Wade slid one big arm around Peter’s waist and took another drink from his coffee. “I feel it too. Need to be close to you too.”

Peter wiggled against him, whining uncomfortably. “It didn’t occur to me that I wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards when I said I wanted you again. You should have told me no, should have told me how sore I was gonna be.”

“Sweet cheeks, the day I say no to shower sex with you is the day you put me in my grave. And you know Pete, it wouldn’t kill you to learn a little self control. Addiction to anything isn’t healthy even if it’s to my c–”

Wade!”

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i fell too fast, i feel too much: chapter 11

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It’s after training that day when Zack suggests they have another night at the campfire, pulling folding chairs from god knows where and dragging logs over in a rough circle around his firepit.

Trini plants herself on the longest log, stretching her legs out towards the fire Zack’s trying to get going. Kim sits next to her on the other side of her log, watching the other two file in and sit down.

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Perfect Braid

Fandom: The Hobbit
Characters: Thorin, Fili, Kili,
Relationship: Thorin/reader
Request: I notices you didn’t have any Thorin ones so could you do one where the reader braids his hair without knowing what it means to dwarfs?
You sat on a log with your legs cross as the company settled down for the night. You could already hear Bofur humming away as Dori mothered his siblings. Soon enough, everyone had settled in and most were asleep. You were the younger sister of Bilbo and had come with him when he joined the company. Now, you were on watch. There was a faint laugh from Fili and Kili making your eyes dart up to them to find their eyes on you.
“[y/n].” Kili all but sang as the walked quickly over to you, sitting either side, wedging you in. Both fear and concert washed over you as you looked at the young princes. They only ever acted like this when they had a plan.
“What do you want?” You ask, cautiously, looked between them quickly to make sure they didn’t have anything in their hands.
“Well, as we are sure you can see, Thorins hair is a mess.” Kili nodded to his uncle to was sitting on a rock, sharpening his sword.
“Yes, I can see that. However, I fail to see how this involves me.” You raise an eyebrow at Kili when Fili jumps in.
“Yes, but you are a woman.” Fili informs you while Kili nods energetically.
“Wow, your just noticing that now?” You say, your voice filled with sarcasm as you laughed, throwing your head back. You didn’t see Thorin glance up at you from his sword, his eyes lighting up for a moment before going back to his task before you could see.
“We know that. But dwarven culture says that only a woman can braid a dwarfs hair unless they are kin or themselves.” Kili informs you, a grin on his face as you slowly realise what he means. He wanted you to go and braid Thorins hair. In truth, you liked Thorin, more than you would ever admit to his nephews. You and him would sit under the moon in a comfortable silence at nights. It would seem he had grown rather fond of you by anyone’s standards. You had even overheard Balin speaking to Dwalin one night, saying it was good for Thorin.
“You’re his next of kin. Why don’t you braid it?” You turn to Kili who shakes his head.
“Uncle wont let us near his hair. Besides, you do such nice braids.” Kili reaches out and pull the long braid you had in your hair.
You had started to braid your hair the more time you spent with the dwarfs. One because it kept your long and messy hair out of your face and two, because you wanted to show your respect for their culture.
Your eyes fall on Thorin again and you sighed.
“Fine, but I’ll do it later, once he doesn’t have a sword he can stab me with if I offend him.” You could feel them bouncing with excited.
A hour passed and Kili and Fili went to their rolls along with everyone else. Thorin was staring off into the forest, his sword now laying on the floor. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you got to your feet and hopped across the sleeping forms over to Thorin. He heard you coming and turned to give you a small and rare smile as you sat daintily next to him before turning back to the forest.
“Thorin?” You ask, your voice hushed as to not wake the others. He hummed in response and turned to face you.
“Would you mind if I braided your hair for you?” You ask, seeing his eyes widen for a moment. He seemed shocked by your question as his eyes searched yours for something. He then glanced around the camp to make sure everyone was asleep then back to you.
“Do you really want to, [y/n]?” His low, baritone voice sent a shiver down your spine every time he said your name. You nodded, trying to be polite about this.
Thorin turned slightly as you pushed yourself back on the rock so you were behind him.
It didn’t take you long to gently fish out all the leafs, then took out the dishevelled braids and kept the beads to then section it all out. You enjoyed the task. Despite the long journeys, his hair was surprisingly soft and the feeling of his running through your fingers made you smile.
You remembered how he had worn it when he first came to Bilbos home so you set about braiding it as close to that as possible. You moved around to his side to do the right section when you saw his eyes were closed. As you worked, you took this small moment to appreciate how handsome he was.
Moving to the other side, you mirrored your braid.
When you were done, you placed your hand on his right cheek to turn him to face you. His eyes opened at your actions and you took a braid in each hand to make sure they were the same lengh and thickness. Thorin was staring at you, his mouth slightly open as you did this, making a dark blush spread across your cheek.
“I think your done.” You smile, meeting his eyes and dropping your hands to your lap. What happened next took you by surprise.
Thorin leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. His surprisingly soft lips moved against your lips in such a way that you couldn’t resist kissing his back. The second you did, his hands found your waist and pulled you close to him as you settled your hands on his chest.
Pulling away for air, you look at him with a mixture of curiosity and love.
“Wh-what was that?” You whisper airily as you try to catch your breath. Thorin smiled at you.
“I believe its called a kiss.” He chucked lowly. You loved the sound of his chucked, which were like his smile, few and far between.
“No, I mean why?” You could see a spark of fear in Thorins eyes as you stares at you.
“Do, do you not know what that means in our culture?” Hearing the worry lased in his voice, you realise what had happened.
“Fili and Kili just said that only a woman can braid hair unless its their kin. And they said you wouldn’t let them do it.” You glance at their sleeping forms but your attention is quickly snapped back as Thorins hands let go of you and he moves away. You stare at him, but something was different. He had put the wall back up. In that small turn away from you, you felt like when you first stepped out on the journey. Thorin acted as though he hated you.
“I apologies if I offended you. I just thought-“ You tried to explain yourself when Thorin turned back, pure anger in his eyes.
“You thought wrong.” He snapped, making you flinch.
Not knowing what to do, you slid down the rock and walked over to your bed next to Bilbo, tears stinging your eyes as you tried to hold back your sobs. Lying down, you pull your covers over your head so if you did ever manage to fall asleep, Bilbo wouldn’t see you had been crying.
———–time skip——————-
It had been a couple of days since Thorin had kissed you and everything seemed to have changed. Not in the company, everyone still treated you the same so you assumed that they didn’t know. It was Thorin. He acted cold and distant towards you, never looking in your eye or even in your direction. He had pulled out the braids you had done for him by the morning, which for some reason felt like a stab in the heart to you.
Most noticeably was the way Fili and Kili acted now. They weren’t aloud near you, not even to tell you if food was ready. You saw Filis apologetic looks to which you smiled at him. It wasn’t their fault. Well, maybe it was, maybe they told you something different, but their kids.
Tonight, everyone was settling into their bed. Bilbo was already out but you were lying awake. Fili was on watch so you glance up to see Thorin talking to him before walking off into the forest. You took this moment to crawl out of you covers and tiptoe over to Fili.
“Hi.” You whispered, seeing Fili jump made you smile as he turned and beamed at you.
“Im so sorry, [y/n]. I don’t know why hes being like this.” Fili nodded in the direction that Thorin had gone. You shook your head.
“Don’t worry about it. But im going to try and talk to him the now.” You look and saw the fear in Fili eyes, but you smiled reassuringly before following Thorin.
You found him in a small clearing only a minute from the camp. He was staring up at the sky, his eyes closed. You stepped into the clearing with him, stepping on to a twig which caused him to jump and his eyes to fall on you. You smiled at him shyly. But he frowned at you, so you sighed.
“Look, I don’t know what I did wrong but im sorry.” You step forward, holding out your hand to touch his shoulder he pulled away, not even looking at you. Tears welled in your eyes as you saw the man you loved pulling away from you.
“Will you at least tell me what I did wrong?” Your voice cracked as you tried to look Thorin in the eyes, but he once again, turned away. You saw him clasp his hands behind his back and you let out a shaky sigh. Stepping forward, you press something into his palm and pull away quickly. He jumps and turns to you, his anger obvious. Everything inside you broke as days of pended up sorrow and hurt began to take over. Tears pour down your cheeks as you back away from him.
“I said I was sorry, okay? Im sorry. Im sorry I braided your hair. Im sorry I kissed you back. Im sorry I don’t know why it was wrong. Im sorry I love you. Im sorry I ever came on this trip. Im sorry!” You covered your face with your palms and fall to your knees, your body shaking as you sob uncontrollably. Thorin watched you in shock, then remembered that you placed something in his hand. He brings his palm out and opens it to reveal a small, wooden bead. Etched onto it was “The Company of Thorin Oakensheild”. He also saw 16 lines along the bottom.
He knew Bifur had been teaching you how to carve and that you had been busying yourself the last could of day, but he didn’t realise it was on something so beautiful,
Suddenly, you felt a pair of arm wrapping around you, a hand rubbing your back as you smelt Thorins scent. Freezing, you glance through your finger to see he was crouched in front of you.
Pulling away from him, you staggered to your feet, suddenly feeling angry as his eyes widened at you.
“I don’t want your pity.” Your words were sharp as you glared at him.
You didn’t understand. You didn’t understand what you did wrong. You didn’t understand why he kissed and you didn’t understand why he pushed you away.
“[y/n].” He sighed, sorrow in his eyes as he stood. “Im the one who should be apologising to you. In my culture, it isn’t just any woman who can braid a dwarfs hair. Its their one.” He stared you straight in the eye as spoke. You allowed your anger to fade as Thorin, for the first time in days, talks to you. He was still kneeling at the spot where you had been, so you step back and kneel in front of him, your skirt flaring out around you.
“Whats a one?” You ask gently, playing with the edge of your skirt to try and avoid eye contact.
“It’s the same as a sole mate. It the dwarf that completely understands you and you understand them. It’s a dwarf that you love unconditionally and they return it.” Thorins voice was calm as he answered your question. You didn’t look him in the eyes the entire time as you heard him say ‘dwarf’, making you want to run away from here, from him.
It was so stupid and you knew it. He was a dwarves king and you were a simple hobbit. You had grown up surrounded by second breakfasts and book. Thorin had grown up in grand feasts, surrounded by gems beyond your wildest dreams. He knew a pain and fear you could never understand. And yet, there was something between you both. You felt differently about him than any one else.
Thorin was looking at you, watching you carefully as you nod to show you had heard him.
You needed to leave before fresh tears spilled over your cheeks. You push yourself up off the ground and use your hands to brush the leafs off your skirt and smiling at Thorin sadly before turning and starting to walk away.
“But, recently, I think my one is a hobbit.” Thorins words made you freeze on the spot. You heard him get to his feet and walk up behind you. Turning, your eyes meet his piercing blue eye. Your mouth went dry.
“Why did you get so angry with me?” You see a flash of pain in his eyes when your voice breaks and he sees the tears in your eyes.
“I wasn’t angry with you. I was angry with myself. I should have known you would not understand my culture. I should not have assumed you felt the same.” His eyes dropped from yours to roll the small bead in his hand, smiling at your handiwork.
“So, whats the courting traditions in your culture?” You ask, your heart leaping as you step *close to him, his eyes coming up to meet yours. Looking deep into them, you saw something you had never seen in his eyes before. Normally you were met with sorrow, hurt, passion or anger. But now you saw hope.
“Tradition is for the couple to wear a courting braid in their hair, normally fashioned with a bead of their heritage.” Thorin informs you.
You reach forward and take the bead from his hand and rolling it between your fingers, a small smile tugging at the edge of your lips.
“So, say one does not have a bead to represent their heritage, would one fashioned by themselves suite?” You look at Thorin through your eye lashes, seeing him staring intently at you.
“It would.” His voice was low, sounding gruff and yet soft at the same time.
“Thorin?” Keeping your voice low, running your free hand through your hair and looking away, biting your lip. Thorin hummed in response.
“Would you braid my hair?” You pull most of your wild hair to fall over your shoulder, as if to show him what you meant.
“It would be my pleasure.” Thorin smiled widely at you, taking your hand and leading you over to the centre of the clearing and pushing you to kneel.
He set to work, running his fingers through your hair as you allowed your eyes to fall shut. It felt so nice that you allowed a content hum to escape your lips.
You could already tell he was working a complicated braid into your hair and as time went on, you felt him finishing. Reaching back, you felt a long braid that was slightly pushed to your right so you could pull it over your shoulder and look at it properly. It seemed he had braided 4 sections then brought them together in one beautiful braid. You did notice there was a loose, thin section of hair that he hadn’t done, so you held it up to him, looking at him quizzically. He chuckled deeply at your expression and took the strands of hair, braiding them before your eyes. You were slightly amazed at how his hard and callous hands could be so delicate. He hadn’t tugged or pulled at your hair once. Not even you could avoid that.
He held the new braid in one hand and reached into his pocket and pulled out a bead. You instantly recognised the bead was bearing his family symbol. He clipped it onto the braid, making you smile widely as you admired the braid.
Thorin reached up and cups your hands in his, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours. For a moment, as you sat in the clearing, everything seemed perfect, just like the braid.

anonymous asked:

I'm in the mood for angst lol. If you don't mind, I'd like to request Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Saeran, and V dealing with MC's death. I'm thinking probably sudden death, like an accident or a medical condition she wasn't aware she had, etc., but tbh I'm gonna leave all that up to you. ^-^

WARNING SENSITIVE CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I got a little emotional myself so i had to put that there

it got a lil dark for me with V’s

I’ve never done angst before? I don’t think I have. But I’ll give it a shot, enjoy :)

Zen

  • He wasn’t there when he heard that had you collapsed. His heart dropped when he received a call from Jumin, his least favorite person, about the news.
  • “I’m a little busy right now. What the hell do you want, trust fund kid?” He muttered into the phone.
  • “This is serious, Zen. You need to come to the hospital on main street. It’s MC, she.. she isn’t okay..” Jumin trailed off.
  • “What? What happened?” Zen said.
  • “Mr. Han, she’s not breathing.”
  • “It says that she has a DNR on file.”
  • “I have to call you back. You need to come here, fast.” Jumin said.
  • The line went dead and Zen stood there.
  • “I have to go.” He said to his supervisor.
  • “But we still have one more scene to cover-
  • “This is urgent. My girlfriend’s in the hospital.” He says, grabbing his jacket. He bolted to the nearest train station, hopping over the turnstile.
  • He got there 15 minutes too late, baffling all the medical professionals with questions after a heartfelt crying session.
  • (Let’s pretend MC has that unspecified disease that Kaori had from Your Lie in April, if you’ve ever seen that anime before, yeah?)
  • He felt like shit, everyone was there except for him.
  • “I don’t understand. What do you mean she had a DNR?”
  • “You don’t think…that MC knew she was sick..” Jaehee inquired.
  • “Nonsense! She would’ve told me! I know everything there is to know about her!” Zen spat.
  • “The doctor’s said she was on all sorts of medications…that she was only prolonging the inevitable…” Jumin said, loosening his tie.
  • You both didn’t live together, how would was he supposed to know that?
  • Zen peered back through the hospital door window, before walking in the room once again.
  • You were laying their peacefully.
  • You looked weary and pale now, compared to how he saw you this morning.
  • “I didn’t even know.. Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t want me to worry? Well, look at me now..I’m a mess.” He said, looking down at you.
  • He lent down to kiss your still warm forehead.
  • He stayed with you for hours, until he was forced to leave.
  • Funeral was too much
  • You didn’t have family so it was kind of just the RFA

Jumin

  • He was on a business trip when he heard the news
  • He had actually been begging to bring you along but you insisted that he went alone.
  • “MC, I’ll pay for your plane ticket and everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” He said, snuggling into you. Little did he know this would be the last time he’d be sleeping with you since his flight was in the morning. 
  • “Jumin, I can’t just get up and come with you whenever you go on a business trip. Besides, it’s only for two days. You’ll be fine.” You insisted.
  • “But I’ll miss you too much.” He said, leaving kisses on the back of your neck. 
  • “I’ll be here when you come back.”
  • Less than 48 hours later, you had died in a car crash.
  • He had landed in and been in Dubai for only 4 hours and of course he booked it back in minutes to see you.
  • “I just…I just saw her this morning…” Jumin said, biting back tears. “There’s no way she could actually be gone.”
  • When he got to the hospital he was more angry than grieving.
  • “What do you mean there was nothing you could have done to save her?!” He’s giving the doctors a hard time.
  • “She had died on impact, Mr. Han. Her car… it stopped moving in the middle of a main street. And then the truck just came and rammed into her. The weight of it came down, nearly scraping the whole upper half of the vehicle, along with her in it.” Said the medical examiner.
  • The funeral was the hardest for him
  • closed casket 
  • He found himself sitting in front of it after the viewing when everyone left.
  • “You told me I’d be fine. I don’t feel fine at all right now MC.” 
  • “You should’ve just let me bring you with me. I know how difficult I can be sometimes but I just want..I wanted to protect you.”
  • He’s a mess
  • I’m a mess

Jaehee

  • This one was some sort of freak accident.
  • She was there
  • You both went to the mall and there was this huge gas tank explosion that went off in one of the lower levels
  • There were reports of people who could smell gas but the staff didn’t move quick enough and a number of people died 
  • including you
  • “Jaehee, I think we should save the shopping for another day. Besides, I’m getting a weird vibe and it smells like gas on the whole first floor.” You told her while you both were inside one of the stores.
  • “I agree. I’ll pay for this and then we can leave.” She smiled.
  • Every second counts, you both could’ve made it out of there if she put down the dress she wanted.
  • “We were both holding hands, walking towards the exit. And then suddenly there was this really loud sound..and lots of shaking. The upper floors didn’t hold up and started collapsing. That’s when she pushed me out the way.. and.. and..” Jaehee choked out in her hospital bed. 
  • Zen was there to console her.
  • jaehee x zen
  • ill go home
  • lots of hugs for Jaehee
  • she’s too precious for this

Saeran

  • You had always been a bit on the wild side, something he wasn’t too fond of.
  • You recommended going hiking one weekend.
  • As usual, if he thought it would make you happy, he’d go along with it.
  • “Saeran, how about we go hiking in the mountains this weekend? I’ll even pack up a picnic basket with snacks and stuff.” You said cheerily.
  • “You wanna have a picnic in the mountains? Can’t we just go to the park like a normal couple?” He said, not really up for it in the beginning.
  • “That’s the first time you called us a couple!” You cooed, literally jumping onto him on the couch.
  • “If you don’t get off me I’ll take it back!” He spat.
  • “You don’t mean that! I love you so much Saeran.” You said, showering him with kisses.
  • He’s a blushing mess right now.
  • The weekend comes and you guys go out on your hiking trip. After a sunset picnic dinner you guys head back down.
  • “Are you sure we can walk on this bridge, Saeran?” You said, checking it’s sturdiness. 
  • “It’s the quickest way down.” He insists. “See, the city lights are that way. We could go back the way we came but that’d take another hour.” He said.
  • “O-Okay..”
  • He walks ahead of you and you trail slowly behind him. 
  • Believe it or not he slipped first, having one of his feet break through one of the wooden logs.
  • “Shit, my leg!” He cries out.
  • “Saeran!” You say. “Don’t worry I’m coming to help you!’ 
  • You run towards him, having several of the wooden logs break. The whole bridge collapses now, sending both of you towards the bottom of the pit.
  • Saeran survives the fall, having being cradled by a tree on the way down, whereas you suffer a different fate.
  • Your body hits the grounds, breaking your bones, etc.
  • It takes a while for Saeran to come to, before he climbs down from the tree with aching limbs.
  • He finds you there, no signs of being alive. He realizes that your gone and lets out an agonizing scream.
  • “God why?! She did nothing wrong! I’ve sinned far more than she ever could have!”
  • He spends the rest of his life thinking it should’ve been him.
  • Might never love again

V (Jihyun)

  • You two had gotten into a fight about god knows what
  • Being the stubborn person you are, you storm out of the house, leaving him to think about the issue
  • You turned off your phone, not wanting to be bothered
  • Of course, maybe 15 mins later he goes out looking for you
  • He hates it when you both fight, mostly because it took him so long to start loving someone again. You mended his broken heart and he couldn’t bare the fact that you were upset with him.
  • You were walking in the dead of night, nothing could be seen but the street lights and parked cars on the curb.
  • “I don’t like it when we fight either. Maybe I should go back home.” You say to yourself, deciding to turn back and go home. You knew he’d be willing to talk it out. That’s just how he is.
  • You’re walking back home now, thinking about what to say to him. You wanted him to know you were sorry, that you didn’t mean to yell at him. You were just angry.
  • Then, you heard a bottle roll behind you.
  • “Is someone there?” You say, whipping your head behind you. There was nothing. Nothing but cars on the curb. Or so you thought.
  • You were speed walking now.
  • You turned you phone back on and called Jihyun, who immediately answered the phone.
  • “MC! I was so worried about you! I kept calling you but it kept going to voicemail. Where are you?! Are you oka-
  • “I think I’m being followed. I’m scared Jihyun.” 
  • “Where are you?! Go towards the main street with lots of people, okay? Find a store or a gas station!”
  • “I’m walking home. The main street is back in the other direction- where I heard the sounds.
  • “I’m coming down the street right now! Keep walking. And don’t look back, they might attack you if they know you suspect them!” He says.
  • “Okay.”
  • You kept walking but the person behind only walked faster, grabbing you.
  • “Now, what’s a pretty young thing like you doing out here at this time of night?” 
  • “Let go of me!” Swung your fists, dropping the phone.
  • “MC?! Hello, MC?!” He was yelling into the phone now. He jetted down the street, searching for you.
  • “Don’t give me a hard time now-AHH!” Said the attacker as you stepped on his foot.
  • You bolted down an alleyway, only to be caught at a dead end.
  • “Stay away! Dammit I said stay away!” You screamed.
  • Jihyun was running down the street he thought you were on.
  • “She should be here. This is the only way you can walk to get back towards the apartment.” He could barely breathe. He’d been panicking since he lost contact with you.
  • It wasn’t until he found your phone, with the call still going, that he assumed the worst.
  • “She must be this way then.” He said, peering into the dark alleyway.
  • He ran down the dark path, finding a man fondling your limp body.
  • “Get your hands off of her!” Jihyun snapped at this point, throwing a nearby brick at the man’s skull, immediately knocking him out.
  • There was blood everywhere, now a mixture of the man’s and yours.
  • He dropped to his knees, beside your body, cradling you.
  • “MC, wake up.” He didn’t sound like himself but he didn’t care.
  • You didn’t move.
  • He lent down towards you nose and mouth, and there was nothing.
  • His tears spilled onto your lifeless body and the longer he held you the more his hands became soiled with blood. 
  • He was too late and he knew that.
♡The Twins Dating A Tall Girl Would include

A/N: Make sure you check out one of my favorite blogs @lockscreeandgdolan because she is my favorite bean

Originally posted by majesticdolans

♡ Nose kisses

♡ No strained necks from kissing you

♡ Arms wrap around you perfectly

♡ Forehead kisses

♡ Playing sports fairly

♡ Isn’t afraid of accidentally elbowing you

♡ Teasing you about being tall for a girl

♡ Making up for it by kissing you

♡ Cuddling evenly

♡ Him trying to tease you by holding things above your head, but you can easily grab them

♡ Wet willies

♡ Him not liking you to wear heels since you would be taller

♡ Loving your height because you were so cute anyways

♡ Loved watching your butt

♡ Loved your log legs

♡ Snap at anyone who made you insecure about your height

Squat Lunges!

I was trying to make this into a gif but for some reason I can’t post them anymore. Anyone know how to? I used to be able to. Either way:

A coworker just showed me this little gem! Grab a kettlebell or dumbbell, hold it up in front of your chest. Then do a squat. Once you are down, put your weight on one foot and lunge back with the other. Come back to squat position and DO NOT STAND BACK UP! Then switch and do the lunge on the other leg! I tried to start by doing 3 sets of 10 reps. I made it through 2 sets of 10 reps and on the third set, I only made it to 8 before my legs gave out! And I’m super sore now! I’m definitely going to love this one! It targets legs, booty, and abs and I’m even feeling it a little in my shoulders from holding the kettlebell!

Tangled mess - A Kili (The Hobbit) One Shot

Originally posted by hakaina


Alright so, this is my first one shot on this tumblr, naturally it`s a Kili one because I sear to god I can`t get enough of him. And also it includes the dwarven custom of courting braids, I have fallen IN LOVE with that custom. So I wanted to try writing something about it. 

This is not even close to being as good as some other imagine  writers here on tumblr but I do hope you enoy it nonetheless, do let me know (^^)

And hopefully there will be more one shots in the future!

Have a lovely day!

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