marathoning the office

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w o n w o o ! s c e n a r i o


word count: 18, 194 [ sorry not sorry]

genre: oh my god, it’s everything. angst + smut + fluff + romance + drama lord have mercy.

includes: the tale of Y/N’s first love, jeon wonwoo, and their relationship that builds up to an unplanned pregnancy. he helps his uncle out with mechanic stuff nd works part time as a body piercer. Y/N is a florist. mature themes nd shit, cried over this more than i needed to. enjoy!! :))

✎ don’t rlly have anything 2 say other than have fun reading, the soul has been sucked out of me!! jeon wonwoo destroyed my feelings!!

He is quiet, still like a marble statue that encases ivory bone and hot scarlet. He is impassive, a heavy brow left without a single crease nor a wrinkle, the ink that churns in indolent pupils murky, yet clear with your image that reflects in similarity to a mirror. His lips are beautiful, decorated in lovely shades of rose, yet they are not curled in a signature smile that flutters a heart or preludes a giggle. That is because, above all things, the boy is gobsmacked, perhaps even a little enraged.

Therefore, Jeon Wonwoo’s lips are plain straight. No, if they were to smile, you would burst like a water balloon, sprinkling the earth in droplets of solace. But it is not solace you feel when his face finally cracks, when his eyes flare in smoky streaks that practically engulf your lungs with desolation.

There is a click in your mind, an instinct to clasp your palms to your stomach as Jeon Wonwoo points his chin toward the floor and swears. Your words are still echoing around the room, burrowing within couch cushions and empty coffee mugs. They are permanent reminders that will forever linger, steeping around your limbs and tugging softly at your clothing. They remind you that your life will never return to normal, if normal even existed to begin with, and that sometimes, life can only prevail if a mistake is there to kindle it.

He will not hurt me, you acquaint in the sealed tomb of your skull. He will not lay a finger on me even though he is confused and angry. Every syllable that ricocheted behind thick bone only amplified how your chest ached, like someone’s fist had enclosed around your heart, squeezing it while the organ beat frantically. His fingers carded in exasperation through sable black hair, a groan so deep and desponding spilling in fashion to liquor from his lips. Still, you knew he would never bruise your flesh out of anger, out of spite perhaps starting to brew. You are beautiful, and Jeon Wonwoo does not bruise beauty.

Instead, he leaves it.

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Wild Thoughts (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Pariring: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1899

Warnings: smut smut smut! Rough sex, unprotected sex, swearing, Bucky (he’s a warning)

A/N: My first time writing Bucky! I tagged some of you lovely ladies I follow, if you wanna be untagged let me know!

When I’m with you all I get is wild thoughts….

Bucky Barnes was a problem. He hadn’t done anything wrong, in fact, he was the epitome of perfection. He was your problem. Because whenever he was around, you lost control of yourself. On the outside, you remained your usual composed self but on the inside, your world was chaos. Just the mention of his name caused your brain to spiral and a heat to settle between your legs. And you swore the fucker knew it too. His little smirks and the deep, sultry tone his voice would take when he would speak to you but no one else was your first clue. The subtle touches that bordered on inappropriate (not that you minded) were your second. Like when you’d be sitting in a briefing and his hand would casually graze your inner thigh and you’d have to bite back a moan. Or when you’d be cooking in the kitchen and he’d “accidentally” press himself up against your back. Yup, Bucky Barnes was problem and you needed to solve it. Soon.

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Goodbye’s In The Morning // Chris Evans x Reader

words: 2000+

characters: Chris and You

warnings: fluff

summary: Goodbyes are sometimes just too bittersweet. (shitty summary ik, I’m sorry, I’m tryin’ to be ‘elusive’)

Chris looked at the hotel room and saw you; the most beautiful thing he’d ever be able to see on this earth.

You were radiant in the rays of sunlight that were often rare for January mornings in Boston. Nevertheless, he thanked the gods for those beams of sunlight as they glistened across your morning dew, your puffy lips from a long, well-deserved sleep with your man finally wrapped in your arms once more.

With a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and covered only by boxer which left him chilly; he felt an overwhelming sense of joy pour into his heart as he watched you, in all your morning glory.

The thing was that; you were nothing special, in your eyes and many- possibly millions of others. You were not an actress or a singer. You didn’t excel tremendously in school or have the body that plastered the magazines and the internet, deeming them as the ‘sexy bod’s you can get in a week’ or the ‘body that she never thought she could get’. 

Well, guess what? You had rolls of fat on your stomach and you always had a hankering for chocolate. You were far from any magazine’s standard of a ‘goddess’. That didn’t mean Chris deemed you less of a goddess, far from it. 

You were his goddess. He cherished the ground you walked on, he loved the way you mismatched your bra’s and panties because you believed ‘matching bras and panties is for pornstars and people who try too hard.’

He was in love with your integrity, humor, passions, dreams, and so much more he’d lose his mind if he listed them all now.

He was just a sick puppy-man in love, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you love something, Chris always used to believe you could love only to a certain degree.

There’s only so much a person can give to another, right? Love was one of the most intimate things a human has, and giving that away was like taking your soul and handing it out as a flyer. Chris never wanted his heart handed out over the streets of Boston or any city he visited. He wanted it safe in his own hands, or at least in the hands of someone who he’d know would never do wrong by him. So many times, he gave his heart away. Only to find it in crumpled up forms at his doorstep a year, at most, later.

That was until he met you. Every moment Chris spent with you, he saw more and more of what true love is. It was so imperfect and upsetting, Chris loved every moment he had it, though.

You weren’t perfect, you were stubborn, moody when tired, lazy, and yet all of that could be washed away in a second. As soon as he saw you smile.

True love…

That’s holding someone’s hair back as they continued to vomit into the toilet after bad seafood.

Cleaning up the dishes while they watched a program you hated to hear blasting on the television.

Listening to you along to songs while being out of tune, and never changing the station even if it was Taylor Swift, again.

It was making sure that the car was warmed before someone got in.

That the had been coffee brewed before you’d wake up your significant other.

Watching them show their faults and quirks and never blinking an eye to any of them.

Love was unconditional and that was the best part… you didn’t have to try hard when it came to true love because it was True. Fucking. Love.

The universe made two people for each other, and they fit perfectly together. With faults, weird habits and all.

“Whatcha smirkin’ at over there, Chrispy Creme?” Shrugging, Chris got up and walked over to you laying in white fluffy sheets with a tea being nursed in your cold hands.

He felt a smile rise again to his lips when a giggle came from you watching the hotel’s television where they played a marathon of The Office. Here you were, sitting up with you legs crossed and your hair messily braided into two parts. Your sparkling, morning eyes couldn’t tear away from the television as you saw Dwight bag Meredith’s head with a bat inside it.

There was a marathon of The Office on TBS. Very much to your delight, he may add. You were a fangirl at heart. For The Office, Marvel, Disney; not to Chris’s own extent, but still considered a fangirl.

It was no secret that movies and tv were the escape you used as a child, teenager, and even now in adult life. Your childhood was not one to look back and smile about and school… well, t paid for therapist’s underground pool, let’s say that. Chris hurt to think that all those years you suffered, feeling alone and unaccepted in your tiny world in a small town that was a junkyard, to begin with. You never spoke of the people of your past anymore, never since you told Chris everything about your upbringing, clearly stating you never wanted to speak of it again. Which was understandable, but still. Chris’s heart still tightened up when he thought of you at eleven years old, sitting alone on the grass as the other kids played around with their friends and you broke grass in half, one by one, counting every tear off each strand of greenery you tore apart until the bell rang to go back inside. He wished he was there, him being his eleven-year-old self, offering you to play basketball or go on the swing sets together.

The thought of you all alone tore his heart in two. It left tears in his eyes as he faced his own reality that was slowly seeping back into his brain, sending an emotional bomb off in his chest.

He had to leave you in two hours, alone. In two hours you were going to be that eleven-year-old, stuck all alone on the playground. You were eleven with two braids split straight down the middle, in overalls and a ripped pink t-shirt, getting teased with no one to defend your honor for why you came to school with dirty on your knees and elbows. Hair greasy and shoes with holes in the soles.

“Chris… are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen something awful?” Setting the mug on the nightstand, you got to your knees and wobbly made your way across the bed and over to the man that towered over you. Ironically you seemed to be the tall one now, as tears brimmed his eyes and his hands became fidgety hanging low in front of him.

“N-no. I-I just… my flight.”

“O-oh.” Now it was your turn to become the small one, again. You felt his fingers try to hold your own but for some reason, you let them slip through as you turned around and got back into bed. Denying the fact that he was going to be gone again for two weeks. Having the time of his life while you filed paperwork for patients for the third floor of the Boston’s Child Hospital.

“Common, please… it already hurts enough that I’m leaving-”

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling then!” I burst out at him like a firecracker, lifting my head off the cold pillow that smelled like his shampoo, making me even more upset.

Chris crossed over to the bed and sunk his knees to the floor leaving on the bed with his elbows as he brushed back your bangs that covered your wide-eyed fear of seeing him take off on an airplane once again, leaving you here with nothing to come home too.

“I can’t have you hating me when I leave, Sweet Pea? I won’t. I won’t leave here, goddammit!” His tone came out more comedic than angry which made you smile a tad, letting a bit of light into Chris’s heart again just at the tug of your lips that he saw.

Your face was barely shown to him as you buried it into his pillow. Only one beautiful doe eye peeked out at Chris. Just a corner of your lips was visible, letting him see the small smile. Coming forward to rested his head on the same pillow, your noses were close enough to touch s he smiles at your pinched cheeks from the emotions running through you.

You mumbled into the pillow, pulling your face out so Chris could stroke your burning cheek gently with his fingers.

“You really wouldn’t leave if I was hating you?”  He shook his head, smiling a toothy grin,

“Not if they paid me in the billions, Peanut.” Smiling, I let my demeanor down and twisted my body to face Chris’s, I gave a weak smile that gave Chris’s eyes almost a sparkle at the sight of my small gesture of acceptance.

“What about trillions?”

“Nope, mm-hm.”


“Not gonna happen sweets. You’re worth all the gold a leprechaun could ever give me.” 

Okay, I giggled at that one. Chris saw the whites of my teeth start poking out and gave me a wide grin. Tackling me on the bed I yelped in surprise.

“There she is! There’s my girl!” I giggled as Chris kissed my peaked my face all over, finding any spot he could to cover his lips in until he settled on my own warm lips. My lips tasted like tea but overpowered by the hint of sugar, but most of all warmth. The warmth from the hot drink and now warmth from his body pressing into mine. I parted my lips and head his face back, smiling up at those blue eyes I knew I was a goner for the second I saw them reach mine.

“Let’s get you ready for two weeks of being Captain America again, baby.” Chris smiled down at me, cupping my right cheek with his large hand. “It’s a press tour, babe. I’m not gonna be in my suit or anythin’.”

“I know, but the world is gonna be seeing their Cap after a long time. They’ve missed seeing their hero for so long. I know I do, even when you leave for just two weeks.”

He looked taken aback but held back the emotion that was ablaze in his eyes, “I’m your hero.”

“Of course you are! You’re not just my hero, you’re my best friend and the love of my life… even if you weren’t Cap, you’d still be my hero, Baby.” Sniffling, he leaned down and kissed my nose softly, yet lingering for a longer time before finally, pulling himself away which looked like a struggle throughout his whole body.

“God. Can I pack you into my suitcase? Please? I mean you could fit if we leave all my clothes here…”

I gave my hero a grin and shrugged, “Why not?”

(I mean, I had to leave this! It’s Jim for goodness sake!)

A/N: Please leave feedback if you can! It means more than you think and it helps me for future stories on what you guys like and want to read more of! Love you all, thank you so much reading <3 - R .x

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Three Bungie, one angel ‘verse.

* When Vince was in senior year of high school, he tried three times to seduce some teachers he wasn’t assigned to; two responded with “hump my ass” and the third one punched him in the face. “Jey Boy Jet Girl” by Elton Motello isn’t about something like that, but close enough that he puts it on whenever he’s bitter about that last one. Vince hasn’t told Volker that anecdote yet.

* One of the hurdles Durandal faces in raising Aegis: he wants to jump right in and teach her all sorts of complex mathematics, and she’s five.

* Introducing Abel’s asshole brother, Cain. Not a nice man, as one would expect from the first murderer (well, Abel was like two seconds away from dying when he ascended), nor is he that great a planner. He is, however, somewhat interested in chaos theory.

* Random hiking trip; must be fairly early on, if Durandal is still in good shape.

Pictured below is the Tsarnaev shootout with police, as well as Tamerlan being gunned down (supposedly) on the street.

When Andrew Kitzenburg looked outside his window, he could clearly see two people (the Tsarnaev brothers) taking cover behind an SUV and engaging in gunfire. After witnessing shots being fired he promptly ran up the stairs to his 3rd floor bedroom to distance himself a little further away from the gunfire. As he ran into his room, overwhelmed by shock, adrenaline, and curiosity, he jumped onto his bed to stay below the windows but also to have a clear view of the shooters and photograph the event. As soon as he was laying safely on his bed he started taking pictures with his iPhone 5 and captured the following images that documented the terrifying shootout with the Tsarnaev brothers, which then led to an overnight citywide manhunt.

Here are the two brothers taking cover behind the black Mercedes SUV and shooting towards Watertown Police officers. (Taken at 12:46:11AM)

The shooters were also driving the green sedan on the left. They had the back passenger door open and were going back into the car where they had additional supplies (assumingly, more ammunition and explosives). They also had backpacks at their feet where they also had additional supplies.

This is a view from the west-facing window in my bedroom and at the end of the block (Laurel St.) you can see multiple police vehicles. These vehicles were about 75-80 yards from the shooters. (Taken at 12:46:25AM)

Here it’s clear to see the brothers taking aim and firing on the officers. (Taken at 12:47:57AM)

This is a zoomed in view from the last image. The red circle highlights the pressure cooker bomb that was used just moments after this photo was taken. The use of this explosive created an enormous cloud of smoke that covered the entire street. While the street was still cloudy with smoke one of the brothers started running down the street towards the officers, while still engaging them in gunshots. As he got closer to the officers, within 10 -15 yards of them he was taken down. From the resident’s point he did not see whether he was tackled to the ground or brought down by gunshots.

As the one brother was running toward the officers the second got back into the SUV, turned it around in the street and proceeded to accelerate at the vehicle barricade. This image shows the black SUV charging the officer vehicles. (Taken 12:50:57AM) (The red circle highlights where one of the brothers -Tamerlan- was taken down and still laying in the street. The black SUV proceeded to accelerate towards the officers and drove in between the two cars at the top of the picture. The SUV side swiped both cars taking out doors and windows and ultimately broke through the vehicle barricade and continued driving west on Laurel St. This was the last the resident saw of the black SUV.

For the last couple of weeks I have been marathoning The Office. I watched it religiously from the very first episode to the finale when it was airing on tv, but I had never just sat and watched it all back to back, with no waiting a week between episodes or months between seasons. I just finished the finale, and I am just sitting here on my couch ugly crying because I forgot how amazing this show was, and how much I loved it. I always remember the pranks Jim played on Dwight, or how Jim and Pam’s love story is one of the most beautiful things ever written when I talk about the show, but I always forget how even though it was a comedy, it was also full of heart. Hats off the the writers who created such an amazing series and made it seem as if you really were watching a real documentary, and not just a scripted tv show.

netflix: why does this person keep watching the office over and over look you literally just finish the whole show why are you going back to the beginning TRY A DIFFERENT SHOW

me: i’m depressed

anonymous asked:

talk to me about modern au marauder roommates

  • straight out of boarding school they buy a flat together
  • co-dependency flashes in remus’ mind
  • it’s james’ name on the cheque, finally, after a week of arguing and making promises that the others can pay rent when they have the money to
  • it’s small and empty and the toilet seat is cracked and the kitchen tiles are bright orange
  • they buy sofas from a charity shop, a coffee table at a boot fair, steal the microwave from james’ football club house, mattresses from ikea because sirius refuses to sleep on a bed someone else has used
  • (peter’s argument that they did that for seven years is opposed by the fact they all got new ones following the Match Incident of first year
  • none of them can cook so they survive on takeaways (the thai takeaway is peter’s #1 on speed dial) and get food poisoning at least twice a year from remus’ attempts to cook dinner
  • sirius and james share a room (so do peter and remus but they don’t share a bed so it’s different) and it’s no one’s surprise that they find a litter of kittens in the bottom of the wardrobe because james and sirius thrive on chaos and their room is the definition of that
  • they find new homes for the kittens and the mum, keeping the runt because sirius says it reminds him of peter and they can’t just throw kitten peter out onto the street (peter suggest throwing sirius out onto the street but he’s outvoted)
  • they name her The Cat (Cat for short) and she sleeps on sirius’ shoulder and only drinks water from a wine glass
  • every so often they forget to pay the electricity bill (”remus said he’d sent it off!” “that was two months ago. we have to pay it regularly you tit”) and they use candles until someone remembers to do it
  • they have star wars and lord of the rings and the office marathons and fall asleep tangled together
  • the aladdin mug is remus’
  • when they’re bored they have nerf wars that can last until they run out of food and actually have to leave the flat
  • they do weekly shops and buy more alcohol and sweets than anything actually close to a healthy diet, but it’s okay because if they cooked they’d all die
  • the wall behind the tv is only half painted because james got bored half way through so now the wall behind the tv is half purple half red
  • (one night when they’re drunk james dies his hair half purple half red in honour of the wall. thankfully it comes out after eight washes)
  • at christmas they buy a tree and decorate it with too much tinsel and christmas decorations they made themselves out of paper, glue and sheer force of will
  • they put a plastic star from the shop down the road at the top
  • the next day it’s been replaced with a picture of sirius. no one bothers to change it
  • they don’t have central heating and remus smirks when suddenly they’re all begging to borrow his woollen jumpers and knitted cardigans and they bury themselves in duvets in front of the tv and drink hot chocolate
  • when sirius gets a cold they all pray it ends quickly and pretend to ignore him shouting for them until he starts breaking things and then they have to look after him
  • they throw a house warming party a year after they move in (”it’s cold enough to do it now”) and they invite everyone they know and the police turn up around four in the morning because of noise complaints
  • remus claims the elevator is haunted just so sirius takes the stairs every day after sirius stole remus’ kim kardashian plate
  • peter buys a stereo and sirius kisses him on the mouth when he brings it through the door and after that karaoke is a regular tuesday night event even though they don’t have an actual karaoke machine
  • james is designated spider guy
  • they use stacks of books as bedside tables and newspaper as mats and their toilet paper has a swearword in a different language on every sheet
  • they eat off paper plates and the two plastic ones they sourced from peter-isn’t-allowed-to-say
  • they make a contingency plan for if someone ever brings someone home but they never need to follow it
  • sirius sets the firealarm off at 2am because he put metal in the microwave (they steal a new microwave from peter’s work) and james puts eggs in sirius’ bed and sirius screams so loud when he breaks them their next door neighbour thinks they’re being murdered
  • they call the flat olympus because they’re gods (and because they like to remind james of the time he cried after reading percy jackson)
  • they use someone else’s wifi and when they change the password they spend a day guessing the new password
  • each of them have a key but only peter ever manages to not lose his so they keep a spare beneath a flower pot in the hallway that remus forgets to water
  • they’re really messy and it’s a safety hazard to have them all stay in the same flat and sirius calls it’s satan’s arsehole but he says it with a fond smile and they all love it, even the bit by the door where cat threw up after drinking actual wine out of a wine glass
Christmas Eve/Day Netflix marathon if you are bored and need some Christmas themed TV episodes to watch here ya go!!!
  • Family guy:
  • A Very Special Family Guy Freakin' Christmas
  • Road to the North Pole Pt.1 and Pt.2
  • Season 9 Episode 8 and 9
  • Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
  • Season 11 Episode 9
  • Christmas Guy
  • Season 12 Episode 8
  • American Dad:
  • The Best Christmas Story Never Told
  • Season 2 Episode 9
  • The Most Adequate Christmas Ever
  • Season 3 Episode 8
  • Rapture's Delight
  • Season 5 Episode 9
  • For Whom the Sleigh Bell Tolls
  • Season 6 Episode 8
  • Season's Beatings
  • Season 7 Episode 7
  • Minstrel Krampus
  • Season 9 Episode 8
  • Always Sunny in Philadelphia:
  • A Very Sunny Christmas
  • Season 6 Episode 13
  • Parks and Recreation:
  • Christmas Scandal
  • Season 2 Episode 12
  • Citizen Knope
  • Season 4 Episode 10
  • Ron and Diane
  • Season 5 Episode 9
  • The Office:
  • Christmas Party
  • Season 2 Episode 10
  • A Benihana Christmas
  • Season 3 Episode 10
  • Moroccan Christmas
  • Season 5 Episode 11
  • Secret Santa
  • Season 6 Episode 13
  • Classy Christmas
  • Season 7 Episode 11 and 12
  • Christmas Wishes
  • Season 8 Episode 10
  • Dwight Christmas
  • Season 9 Episode 9
  • Friends:
  • The One with Phoebe's Dad
  • Season 2 Episode 9
  • The One Where Rachel Quits
  • Season 3 Episode 10
  • The One With The Girl From Poughkeepsie
  • Season 4 episode 10
  • The One With The Inappropriate Sister
  • Season 5 episode 10
  • The One with the Routine
  • Season 6 Episode 10
  • The One With The Holiday Armadillo
  • Season 7 episode 10
  • The One With Ross's Step Forward
  • Season 8 episode 11
  • The One With Christmas In Tulsa
  • Season 9 episode 10
  • Arrested Development:
  • In God We Trust
  • Season 1 Episode 7
  • Afternoon Delight
  • Season 2 Episode 6

herocapes006  asked:

Oooooooh ship me please kay!! I'm 5'2 and I have medium brown ombré hair. I skateboard, bike, play basketball, and I play volleyball. I love to talk a lot and sometimes I act like a smart butt. I have big brown eyes. I love the color mint blue. I have ADHD and OCD and I love binge watching The Office and eating Boom Chicka Pop. I love reading and listening to music. I'm religious and I care about my friends, family, and grades. Thanks love you!! <3 ~jacksnoodles

I ship you with Daniel! I know Jack is your lane, but personality wise, Dani is your guy! He would love that you are active and would always be there to cheer you on whether you were on the court or on the trail for a bike marathon. He would love your big brown eyes and your smart butt attitude. He would also be there for you to help you focus and of course would be by your side for a late night Office marathon, Boom Chicka Pop and blankets ready. You would also share a love for God which is awesome. :-) Love you too! :-)

One day I had this mental image of Vince and Durandal as kids and it wouldn’t go away until I drew it.

They’re around twelve and ten here, respectively (present-day Vince is stuck at 33 and Durandal’s outwardly/mentally 27, so I fudged things). At this point in their lives, Vince is an angry little gremlin and Durandal is really shy and unsociable.