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BTS / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: Heyyy,,,so I just finished reading your exo’s arranged marriage and how yn starts to slowly have feelings for them and I was wondering if u could do one for bts too….I mean if you’re fine with it tho!! But if u do, thank you in advanced💖

thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy! ❤️

i’m also completely drained of ideas for this specific au thank god it’s the third of the three groups i write about shskdfj

OTHER VERSIONS: GOT7 / EXO


Jin

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

Despite being a notorious member of the Mafia, your husband was always fair when it came to his favorite past-time activity – playing poker.

Ever since you were given away to him, you hated poker. Not necessarily because he played it, but because it brought all kinds of people to your house. It was already hard to get used to being a part of a Mafia family, and now you had to meet all of these other dangerous looking men and women.

You had admitted to Jin that you hated poker one time, and expected him to kick you out of the house immediately, but instead of that, he just watched you for a moment.

“Come watch me play,” he told you then. “I’m sure you’ll be impressed.”

“It’s not even about the game,” you said. “It’s just that there’s constantly some people hanging out here.”

“And you want to be alone with me, right?”

Blushing furiously, you turned away from him. “That’s not what I meant.”

Jin laughed at your reaction, but then he placed a hand on your shoulder to get you to turn back around. You did.

“Look, just come,” he said once your eyes met. “I’ll introduce you to everyone and if you still hate them, I’ll tell them to leave right away.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, tell them that this random girl doesn’t like them. That’ll get them to leave.”

“You’re not a random girl,” Jin said matter-of-factly. “You’re my wife.”

You wanted to tell him that it didn’t feel like it but chose to only have one argument at a time. Sighing, you nodded and the next time Jin’s poker buddies came (so, thirty minutes after you had this conversation with him), he took you with him to the basement, where they always played.

Surprisingly, as Jin walked around the table introducing you to everyone, you realized that these people only seemed rude and dangerous. Now they actually looked warm and friendly, as all of them smiled and waved at you.

“It’s sad to make you lose while your young wife’s watching,” a man, sitting adjacent to Jin, said.

“Oh, we’ll see who loses,” Jin replied with a small smirk.

You sat by his side the entire game. Sadly, you didn’t know much about poker and you were starting to get really bored but then Jin placed his hand on your knee, making you jump up slightly.

He leaned in to you to whisper something in your ear. “We’re winning.”

You gave him an excited smile and he went back to the game, retrieving his hand from your leg, forcing you to suddenly feel colder due to the lack of his warmth.

The game ended less than twenty minutes later. The man who had previously warned Jin about losing was the first one to stand up from the poker table.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “I know you’re good, Jin, I do. But you were incredible tonight. It almost feels like you’re cheating.”

Jin smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist before replying. “She’s my lucky charm.”

He has never been this affectionate before. Or maybe you just haven’t hung out with him enough for his affectionate side to come out. You definitely regretted that it took you this long to get here, sitting by the poker table, with proud smiles on your faces, while Jin’s poker friends slowly got up from the table to leave, muttering about how they would never play with him again.

You were bored the entire game, but you were certain you’d endure it again and again if you got him look at you with that look in his eyes.


Suga

Originally posted by yngissi

You and Yoongi had an understanding. He knew that you didn’t want to get married to him and he accepted that. Why wouldn’t he? You were basically forced to marry him and leave your family behind.

However, he wanted to help you get used to this new life because frankly, there was no way out now that you were his actual wife. Those were the rules, at least in his family’s household: you either stayed married or you died.

You didn’t want to die and Yoongi didn’t want you to die, either. He may have seemed like a ruthless gangster to others, but when he came home, he tried to do everything he could to make this life easier for you.

One morning, you woke up to find a small velvet box on your bedside table. Confused, you reached a hand to open it and nearly dropped it in shock once you saw what was inside.

A huge diamond ring, reflecting the dim lighting of your bedroom, was placed in the box. A small note was attached to it, and carefully, worried that you’ll break the ring if you touched it, you picked the note up.

           “We never actually got to get engaged. So, I’m proposing to you even though we’re already married. Will you marry me? :) x, Yoongi.”

You knew Yoongi well enough to know that he didn’t joke like that. He actually wanted you to have this ring. And there was no way you could have accepted it. It looked like it cost almost as much as this house.

So, you got out of bed, grabbed your robe and the ring, and headed to the shooting range where Yoongi usually was in the mornings.

“What is this?” you called out over the sound of shotguns, once you saw your husband.

He placed the safety lock on his gun before turning around to look at your expectant face.

“It’s a ring,” he said matter-of-factly and then quickly got concerned. “You don’t like it?”

“What? No, I love it,” you said. “But that’s not the point. I can’t accept this.”

“Of course, you can,” Yoongi placed the gun down and walked towards you. “I got it for you because I wanted you to know that you’re wanted. You’re not just an item that your parents gave away. You’re a human being. And you’re my wife.”

You had opened your mouth to argue further but his last sentence stole every possible argument from you. What could you have replied to that?

Your answer to his statement was in the form of an unexpected hug that almost knocked Yoongi down on the floor.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you felt him hug you back. “Thank you for making it feel like home in the furthest place from home I can imagine.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by aesthetic-kpop-memes

Hoseok didn’t know you were in this restaurant. No one did, because you stopped by the door as soon as you entered since you saw your husband, albeit not a truly real one, sitting at a table with a girl you’ve never seen before.

“I’m sorry,” you heard Hoseok say to the girl. “But I’m married.”

That’s right, you thought, already feeling irrationally jealous, although you and him barely interacted when both of you were home.

“Yeah, I know,” the girl said, giggling. “My parents are arranging a marriage for me, too. But how real is an arranged marriage anyway? Who’s to say it’s not just a pretext to gain more power?”

You saw the girl extend her hand over the table and place it over Hoseok’s. You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t gasp and attract everyone’s attention.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok repeated  and pulled his hand from under the girl’s. “But it’s very real.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” the girl leaned back in her chair and although you couldn’t see her face, you just knew she rolled her eyes. “No one ever stays faithful in an arranged marriage. There’s no point!”

“There is a point for me,” Hoseok said, standing up from his seat. “I’m planning to stay faithful to my wife because that is the whole point of a marriage. And it doesn’t matter that this marriage was not by choice. I truly wish you well, and hopefully, you change your attitude about this.”

He was about to walk away, but the girl grabbed his hand, stopping him. “Hoseok, wait—”

“Please let go of me,” he said. “Before my wife kills you.”

Cold ran through your body.

The girl let Hoseok go. “She’s here?”

Suddenly, you felt Hoseok’s gaze drift to you. How could he know that you’re here?!

“She’s always with me,” he told the girl, walking away from her and towards you.

You froze in the same spot as you watched him approach you, dreading the scolding you were about to receive. But Hoseok just stopped in front of you, extending his hand for you to take.

“Shall we go?” he asked.

Somehow managing to break through the fear, you nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the restaurant. Right before you left, you turned around to look at the girl who was talking to Hoseok before. She was watching the two of you leave with wide eyes and jealousy so prominent that it was probably visible from Mars.

And although many times before you thought that being married to Hoseok was one of the worst things that could have happened to you, today you were proven otherwise.

You didn’t even know where this jealousy came from but you knew it was going to stay, although Hoseok just proved to you that you had nothing to be jealous of. He wasn’t even considering being unfaithful to you.


RM

Originally posted by hoe4bts

Ever since the wedding day, you’ve been very awkward around Namjoon. You did want to get to know him – he was your husband, after all – but he always looked really annoyed and frustrated with you, so you didn’t dare to strike up a conversation with him.

However, soon you got tired of answering your friends questions about your marriage by saying, “I don’t actually know what kind of person my husband is.” And that is why, gathering every ounce of courage you had, you dared to enter his bedroom.

“Namjoon?” you said as a way to announce yourself. “Can we talk?”

Namjoon looked away from his laptop to look at you. “About what?”

“I have a question I’ve wanted to ask you,” you said and then took a deep breath. “Do you want a divorce?”

Namjoon blinked his eyes, looking at you as if you’ve just spoken a foreign language.

“No..? Should I..?” he said, feeling too awkward and confused to form proper sentences.

“I don’t know. I just mean, like, we don’t even know each other,” you continued. “And I’m getting this vibe from you that you don’t particularly like me very much. Maybe even hate me.”

Hate you?” Namjoon stood  up from his chair. “Why do you think I hate you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked with an awkward laugh. “You look at me like I’m the enemy of the nation, or something.”

Namjoon was going to reply something but then he changed his mind and looked down, thinking about something.

“I didn’t realize that,” he finally said. “It’s probably because I’m just a little uncomfortable. Obviously, I want to get to know you – very much, in fact. But I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I didn’t want you to think I was lame by getting all excited about the prospect of actually… knowing my wife.”

You smiled at this. “You have every right to get excited about that.”

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling back. “I’m sorry I made it seem like I want to divorce you. Honestly, that’s the last thing I want.”

“Oh, that makes me feel better,” you said, exhaling in relief and making him laugh.

“Do you want to hang out tonight?” Namjoon asked then. “I don’t have to do any work, so I’m all free to finally get to know the person I’m spending the rest of my life with.”

For some reason, the term “for the rest of my life” made your heart beat faster.

You nodded, with a wide smile. “I’d love to do that.”


Jimin

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Being the wife of the heir of a Mafia family meant you had a lot of things normal people couldn’t even dream of. Normal marriage was not among these things, since you only saw your husband during mandatory family meetings or sometimes when you passed him in the hallway.

Another thing that wasn’t included in this job description was the guarantee that you’d get to do everything you wanted to do.

You couldn’t go out as much as you wanted to, and even the places that you could go to were limited. Which is why when you found out that your favorite band was coming to your city, you wanted to rip your hair out because you couldn’t go. Concerts were in a list of forbidden activities.

But you just couldn’t understand what the problem was. You knew a way to sneak your gun into the venue and you could have defended yourself if you had to. Hell, you could have defended at least five more people.

Your husband Jimin knew you were upset about that, how could he not? You complained about this for at least a million times. And Jimin felt guilty. He knew that the reason why you couldn’t go to this concert was because of his family. Your family had no such rules and if you hadn’t married Jimin, you wouldn’t have missed the event of a lifetime.

On the night of the concert, you had locked yourself inside of your room, refusing to open the door to anyone. You had warned them that you’d be mourning so they should have known that you weren’t going to open the door to anyone. And yet, someone kept knocking on your door. But since you ignored them, they seemed to go away.

And then, in the midst of suffocating silence that you spent regretting your existence, you heard your window start to open. Your second-floor window.

Jumping from your bed, you watched in horror as a blond head slowly appeared inside of your room.

“Jimin?!” you gasped at the sight of your husband. “What the hell are you doing outside of my window?”

“Well, you wouldn’t open your door,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if this was the most usual thing he’s ever done.

“Yes, and for a reason!” you said. “Well, come inside before you fall off the—”

“No, come here,” he shook his head and sat down on your windowsill. “I’m sneaking you out.”

“What?” you asked, still more confused than ever. “Where?”

“To the concert,” Jimin said, groaning. “Come on. Your windowsill is hurting me. Let’s go.”

“We can’t, Jimin, your family—”

“That’s why we’re sneaking out,” he said, extending his hand. “I know you want to see this band perform live and I’m your husband. I want to make all of your wishes come true. So, come, we’re going to be late.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you grabbed his hand and allowed him to help you climb out the window and down the ledge until you reached the floor safely and without being caught.

And you didn’t know if this was the adrenaline or the excitement of finally getting to see your favorite band, or maybe it was something else entirely, but you were sure no one has ever done so much for you before, and you couldn’t help but feel so much affection for this blond boy, making your dream come true, despite knowing very well that this will get him in a lot of trouble.


V

Originally posted by kimdaily

The last thing your mother said before she gave you away to Taehyung was to give him his freedom.

“It’s the most important thing in an arranged marriage,” she told you. “Let him date other women. Let him do what he wants to do. At the end of the day, he’s still your husband. This is the key to having a successful marriage.”

“But what about love?” you had asked her.

She laughed at your naïve voice. “Love isn’t real, sweetheart.”

Somehow, you thought her advice was probably the most insane thing you’ve ever heard but could you argue with her? She has seen more arranged marriages in her life than you have. Actually, she was in one with your father. She had to know better, right?

And Taehyung didn’t particularly mind it. He loved socializing and meeting new people. He wasn’t as good on the field with a gun, but he was fantastic at making new connections, and he was always organizing meetings with potential clients. You thought some of these “clients” had to be girls that he was seeing in secret. You told him you didn’t care if he went on dates with other girls, and Taehyung was a little surprised at first.

He thought he’d test the waters, and set out for a date a few nights after you gave him the green light to date whoever he wanted to date.

You felt a lot of different emotions after he left. The most prominent of which was the sad realization that you didn’t like the fact that he was on a date with a different woman. Sure, you didn’t choose to get married, but it still didn’t feel right.

About twenty minutes after Taehyung left, you heard the door of your house open. Confused, you left your bedroom and walked right into Taehyung in the hallway.

“What are you—”

Before you could even express your confusion, he wrapped his arms around you, knocking all breath out of you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Once he relieved his grip on you, you managed to finally find your voice. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t like this,” he said, pulling away from you, to look you in the eyes. “I don’t like that we’re not exclusive. We’re married, for the love of God! I couldn’t even enter the restaurant. I don’t know what I expected. I can’t date other women. I’m married!”

“Taehyung, I told you it was okay—”

“It is not okay,” he shook his head, not even letting you finish. “It is the furthest thing from okay and I don’t care what you say. I’m never dating anyone else. Why would I? I have you. You’re my wife.”

“But—”

“Please don’t say anything else,” Taehyung said. “I think I need to take a shower to wash this guilt off. God, I can’t believe I even considered to go on a date with someone else. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.”

You watched him walk away from you to enter the closest bathroom, while you tried to recover from this shock. Taehyung refused to even consider going on a date with anyone else because of you. Because you were his wife.

Your mother was wrong, after all. Love was real. And it was right around the corner.


Jungkook

Originally posted by nochuie

You hated the idea of getting married because your parents told you to. You knew your sister was in an arranged marriage but you were still naively hoping you wouldn’t have to suffer the same destiny. You even had a boyfriend that your parents were slowly warming up to, so you had hoped he’d be the one for you.

Until one day your parents brought Jungkook to your house to introduce him to you.

“This is the man you’ll marry, Y/n,” your father said, shattering your entire world into pieces.

You were forced to break up with your boyfriend to marry this complete stranger. To say you hated him was an understatement.

Jungkook knew this. You told him this right after your wedding, and even though you knew it wasn’t his fault you two had to get married, you still hated him nevertheless.

One night, about a month after the wedding, you were sulking in your bed – as you did every night – looking at old pictures of you and your now ex-boyfriend. Just as you entered his Facebook page, however, you froze.

His profile picture was of him kissing another girl.

You thought you were seeing things as you looked at the picture. Then, you checked who the girl was and found out from her Facebook that she started dating him a few weeks after you got married to Jungkook.

You couldn’t believe this as you angrily slammed your laptop shut and tried to distract yourself by thinking about something else to keep the tears from coming.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard the door of your bedroom open.

“Y/n?” Jungkook’s careful voice sounded. “Is everything okay?”

You covered your face with your hands, not replying to his question and hoping he would just go away and leave you alone.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Jungkook asked, staying in the room. Not only that, but he also sat down on your bed next to you.

Taking a deep breath, you chose to give him the satisfaction of seeing you at your lowest.

“My ex-boyfriend is in a new relationship,” you told him. “He seemed to move on in just two weeks while I spent all of this time missing him.”

Jungkook was not satisfied. In fact, his face twisted in anger.

“What a piece of shit,” he said. “Do you want me to kill him?”

You almost laughed. “Yeah, like you could do that.”

“Of course I could,” Jungkook said in a serious tone. “You’re my wife. I could do anything for you. Besides, I am in the Mafia and he’s just a low-life.”

You looked at Jungkook again. His eyes looked genuine and you were surprised to feel somehow drawn in to him.

“I just don’t understand it,” you said, sighing. “He told me he loved me. Hell, he proved that many times. Or so I thought…”

“Please don’t start doubting your relationship now,” Jungkook told you. “He could have really loved you. Maybe he still does.”

“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be kissing some other girl if he still had feelings for me.”

“People choose interesting ways to move on,” he said. “And he seems like the type of guy to find a rebound girl to get over his ex. He’s the perfect definition of an asshole. I think you really dodged a bullet by marrying me instead.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this.

When you turned your head, you saw a smile on Jungkook’s face, too. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug or comfort you in a more intimate way than just with his words, but he didn’t dare. Looking down, you leaned into him and placed your head on his shoulder, showing him that it was okay to touch you. After you heard him breathe in sharply, he placed a hand on your waist, finally finding the courage to pull you closer to him.

You stayed like that for so long that you lost track of time and your neck hurt from holding it on his shoulder for so long. But it felt too good to move. It felt right. It felt like this was where you were supposed to be.

Harry Styles Imagine - He Finds Your Old Tumblr

I can’t believe I’m writing 1d fanfiction again but here I am.

Anonymous said:

Could you pwetty pwease write an imagine the reader is dating Harry Styles and he finds her old tumblr? It would be so much fun


Originally posted by thestylesgifs

Your P.O.V.

The dramatic show was playing on the huge telly in front of Harry and me. It was Sunday and we had woken up early, which meant we’d eat breakfast and scroll through the channels if there was something interesting there. The sunlight was creeping in through the white curtains but it didn’t heat up our home. It was winter which meant it was cold here in England. We were cuddled underneath a soft blanket and I was still drinking my bitter morning coffee as Harry looked at his phone.

Everything seemed completely normal. We were still a little tired as we were cuddled up on the big couch in our shared living room. Suddenly, I heard Harry chuckling lightly as his forest green eyes were glued to the phone.It caught my attention but I didn’t ask him about it, thinking it was just another funny message from a fan.

This kept going for at least ten minutes. I tried to focus on the show but Harry kept gasping or laughing, which had me really intrigued. I wasn’t nosy but I felt like he was so audible on purpose. ‘’Is everything alright?’’ I asked my boyfriend and I put my cup away on the black coffee table. He turned to look at me and he struggled to contain himself. His pink lips were curved into a smile and his eyes were full of joy.

‘‘I had no idea, Y/N..wow’‘ Harry started mysteriously but he couldn’t finish the sentence as he giggled again. Something about this made my gut feel bad. ‘‘Harry, what’s so funny?’‘ I raised my eyebrow and tried to glance at his phone. As I saw what he had been looking at for all this morning, my heart sunk in my chest and I felt a cold shiver running down my spine, causing my hair to rise.

It was my old tumblr of him and his bandmates!

Quickly, I snatched his phone away from his big hands and had to double check to be sure. As I read my old username, I wanted to fly off the planet to the moon. He had scrolled down a lot, which meant he had seen enough. ‘’Is it really yours?’’ He wanted to know, clearly finding this hilarious.

I clenched my jaw and then took a deep breath, preparing myself for the shame that would follow. Why didn’t I delete my blog ages ago?! ‘’Yes, Harry. How did you find it?’’ I asked him quietly, not being able to face him. No, absolutely not. I just looked at my old posts and felt a burning sensation on my cheeks. The things I had said on the internet..

‘‘I did some digging, love’‘ He let me know. That’s when I shut all the tabs and put his phone away, getting up from the couch. Without explaining, I ran up the curvy stairs, straight into our bedroom. I didn’t want to face Harry for the rest of this morning. My mind was determined on deleting that blog for good.

I grabbed my laptop and sat on the bed, cursing underneath my breath as it opened slowly. Harry had followed me and I could tell as his footsteps approached the bedroom. For some reason, I felt a little angry. I was angry at myself for not deleting my blog and I was angry that Harry had seen so many embarrassing posts and reblogs. I didn’t even want to know what he had seen!

As I logged onto my computer, the bedroom door opened. ‘’Love, are you alright?’’ Harry wanted to know, this time sounding concerned. ‘’Yes, I’m good’’ I sighed, still avoiding eye-contact. I went on Tumblr and tried to remember my password. Meanwhile, my boyfriend sat down on the bed right next to me. I clenched my jaw and held my breath, afraid he’d tease me although Harry was a gentle soul.

‘‘I think it’s sweet’‘ He admitted, surprising me. My E/C eyes widened and I dared to look at him. ‘‘No, it’s not sweet. It’s humiliating’‘ I replied sharply, then looking back at the screen. I saw my dashboard which was flooded with One Direction related posts. So many memories came back to my mind and it kind of hurt to delete this but it had to be done. Sooner or later, his fans would find it and then it would be the end of my social life.

‘‘Done!’‘ I declared and then put my laptop away, relieved that no one could ever see my blog again. Harry pulled me into his arms out of the blue, taking me by surprise. ‘‘I liked the one post where you said ‘I wish I could meet him so I could hug him and never let go’ ‘‘ Harry mimicked one of my posts, making me bury my face into the crook of his neck, partly of shame. 

‘‘Stop it!’‘ I whined but couldn’t hold back a laugh. It was a little funny but mostly it was awful. ‘‘Why? Your wish came true’‘ Harry pointed out and leaned against the soft pillows so he could hold me a little better. ‘‘Yeah but some of the things there were pretty..strange, I guess’‘ I sighed as I remembered my past self sitting on my laptop, writing down my thoughts about Harry and the others. I had no clue back then.

Harry let out a chuckle again and then he took a deep breath. ‘’Don’t worry, darling. If you could read my messages with my friends from the time when we were still friends, you’d laugh at me too’’ Harry reassured me, trying to make me feel better. ‘’Why?’’ I questioned him, trying to change the focus away from me.

Harry faced me with a smirk. ‘’You wouldn’t want to know’’ He warned me softly and then put a strand of my hair behind my ear. ‘’I do tho’’ I fought back, now eager to know what those messages included. ‘’It would be fair since you got a pretty good look of my tumblr, right?’’ I added with a big smile. 

‘‘We’ll see, we’ll see’‘ He sighed and held me tighter, almost like he wanted to keep me here so I wouldn’t go downstairs to his phone. I stayed, too tired to run around the house at this time. In the back of my mind, I would remember to make him read those messages to me. After all, it would probably make me feel better about myself now that he had seen my old tumblr.

Mistletoe

This one will be the only post about Christmas, please do not send me requests because I won’t do them.

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MISTLETOE

HARRISON:

The party was over. Harrison was cleaning the table as you washed the dishes.
“Are you still mad at me?” he asked behind you.
You did not answered, confirming his theory.
Harrison sighed “How many times do I have to tell you that I am sorry?”
Nothing again.
“Y/N, Baby, talk to me, please. Do you seriously want to give me the silence treatment on Christmas’s Eve?”
You sighed “You acted like a dick, do you know this?”
His arms surrounded your hips “I know, and I am really sorry about it. Can I have a kiss now?”
You shook your head, you didn’t want to give in this easily.
Harrison looked at the shelter above you and took one of the fat plants you collected.
“Kiss me” he said holding the plant.
“Harrison… what’s a cactus”.
“Just pretend this is a mistletoe. It’s the tradition, you have to kiss me”.
You chuckled and leaned to share a small kiss.
“You have to make an effort if you want more”.



HARRY:

Spending Christmas with your best friend Sam was one of the best things ever. You were both hyped about it. The only drawback was… Harry. You didn’t know why an amazing person like Sam had terrible a twin brother like Harry.
As you had imagined, Harry didn’t lost a chance to make fun of you throughout the whole day. You were currently sitting on the sofa with Sam when Harry sit down next you.
“Can you love a bit?” You asked trying to be as polite as you could.
“It’s not my fault if you have a big ass” he stated.
Sam, behind you, closed his eyes and massaged him temples.
“I don’t have a big ass, you have a big ass” you answered back.
You two kept quarreling about who had the bigger ass when Sam coughed. You looked up and saw Tom holding Paddy, a mistletoe between his tiny fingers.
“Well, guess we have to” Harry said.
You rolled your eyes and leaned for a quick peck on his lips.
Sam, Tom and Paddy kept chuckling about it and while Harry run away since he had to “wash his teeth after that horror”.
“Y/N, you are smiling” Sam whispered in your ear.
“Oh, shut up”.



SAM:

While the rest of the world was enjoying Christmas shopping, you were currently working on a school project in Starbucks.
To make everything worst, your classmate called you in sick so you had to do everything by yourself.
“Can I help you?”
You looked up and your eyes met a really cute boy covered in freckles.
“Excuse me?”
“I saw you struggling with your project, I was wondering if you need help”.
You smiled widely “That would be lovely, thank you”.
You talked a lot, he also mentioned the fact that his date bumped him without explanations.
“Thank you again, Sam. If it wasn’t for you I would be still working on the project” you said hugging him “Oh, and I’m sorry for your, Ehm, date”.
“That’s fine. I had a good time”.
You looked at each other’s eyes when, suddenly, Sam noticed that above you, hunger on the doorframe, there was a branch of mistletoe.
“Maybe I deserve a kiss” he joked.
“Maybe you do” you chuckled along, until his soft lips interrupted you.



TOM:

Tom had everything planned for that night. He had positioned mistletoe in strategical positions so that he could - finally - kiss you.
He was super worried about every stupid details about that night. Harrison looked at his best friend annoyed. Tom was running from a part to another of the flat to check if everything was all right.
Much to his dismay, he could not get closer to you because all his relatives and friends wanted to spend some time with him since he has been away for so long.
So the party ended without any kiss. The following morning, you showed up at his apartment with a little surprise in your pocket.
Tom didn’t expect to find you knocking on his door. “Harrison told me that you organized the party because you wanted to spend some time with me” Tom blushed like crazy.
“Damn Harrison” he murmured.
You chuckled and took off a branch of mistletoe from your pocket.
“It’s not the prettiest mistletoe but it’s the only one I found” you said “Will you kiss me anyway?”

Ties That Bind - Part 2: A Place In The Clouds

Characters: (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Harvelle), Crowley McCloud (mentioned), Castiel Novak, Claire Stanford, Pamela Barnes (mentioned), Charlie Bradbury, Chuck Shurley (mentioned), Gabriel Benedict (mentioned), Meg Masters, Ben Braeden, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Bela Lafitte (mentioned), DJ Lafitte (OC-mentioned), Jimmy (OC), Oscar (OC)  

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Mention of abuse, mention of rape, mention of incest, mention of phedofilia, (none of these are graphic or dwelled on but they are part of the kid’s history), language, violence, use of weapons (knife and gun)   

Word Count: 4500ish

A/N: Thanks to @blacktithe7 for betaing and helping me rework this series.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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McCloud’s was made up of 5 buildings scattered around a small piece of land up on the hill just outside of town. It wasn’t further away than the kids could ride their bikes to school or to go shopping, but it was out of the way enough for a social workers to keep some level of control over who was coming and going, which was often important when dealing with kids from abusive homes. Each of the houses were named after parts of a ship. Crowley’s idea, and you had never gotten why, just accepted it for a fact.

A week after Ben’s arrest you were walking from the parking lot, passing the Deck and Beam, like you did every day coming to work. Those were the houses where the younger kids usually lived. There were exceptions when siblings were housed at The Clouds. The Clouds was the kid’s nickname for the home, and all of the social workers had taken to using it too. The kids that were housed in the Deck were babies and toddlers, and they weren’t there for long. The kids in the Beam were around 4-10 years old, and they only stayed at The Clouds for a year tops. It was one of the state rules. Kids that age had to be placed within a foster home or a permanent group home within a year. The Clouds was not a permanent home. It was a midway house for kids and teens. You accepted kids with a 3 hour notice. One social worker picked them up at hospitals or police stations while another made rooms ready for them. Your job was ever changing, and that was how you liked it, even if saying goodbye to the kids never because easier.

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We Go Together: Trevor Collins

@karlitabi-rrito commissioned me to write this for her.
Word Count: 1,832

There had been some sort of kerfuffle in the Achievement Hunter office first thing that morning about who said they would be on the Off Topic Podcast and who wouldn’t, couldn’t, and didn’t want to. After quite a bit of arguing and only ending up with Michael, Gavin, and Ryan, you volunteered yourself. You’d never done the podcast before but if it would get them all to shut up for a while you were more than happy to offer your services – for the good of the office.

So, that is how you found yourself sitting between Michael and Gavin, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, as the podcast started.

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NO HEROES ALLOWED

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Summary: My contribute for this very important day: International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women (25.11.17)

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NO HEROES ALLOWED

Tom Holland reached the third floor of a run-down building. He checked if the number of the apartment was correct and then knocked on the door.
He stiffened, Mr. Stan, his instructor at the Police Academy, always told him to stand up correctly.
Tom heard someone coming close to the door.
“Hello?” he said, “is there anyone in the house?”
No one answered.
He knocked again “I’m a policeman, please open the door. I won’t be polite if you keep avoiding me”
A female voice spoke from the other part of the door “How can I help you?”
“Your neighbours called us because they heard a woman screaming. I’m here to check if everything is all right”
“Oh… yes. Everything is fine. We were just discussing”
Tom wasn’t convinced at all.
“Can you open the door?”
“I don’t have the keys”
“How come?” he asked confused.
“Well… I have lost my keys and my boyfriend is outside. He took his keys with himself”.
Tom nodded “All right. Well, if you have problems call us, all right?”
“Yeah sure”



When the police man left the landing, you could breathe again.
You went back in the bathroom. A giant purple bruise was covering your right eye and your lower lips was swollen.
You decided to disinfect the lip, but you were running out of disinfectant and you could not go out like that.
You sighed. Now your neighbours were also snitching with the police.
If he only had knew about a policeman coming to your house…
You shook your head. ‘No’ you thought ‘don’t think about this’.



It all started four months ago. But he had given you signs since the beginning of the relationship. Jackson had problems controlling his anger, everyone knew this, but you didn’t imagine that you would have become his safety valve. The stressor was losing his job. He was devastated. He came home completely drunk. You have been waiting for him on the couch all night.
He didn’t even say a word, he just slapped you in the face, making you fall in the ground.
“Useful slut” he spitted these words like they were poison in his mouth “I go out and try to find a new job while you stay here at home all the time” he kicked you and left you laying on the floor.



Yesterday events were still clear in your mind. And also, the events of two days ago and of two weeks ago and so on. You could not remember the last time you smiled, especially thanks to Jackson. You could not remember the last time he meant saying “I love you” to you.
Jackson was always sorry the morning after beating you up like a punchbag. He kneeled down, he cried too at times and he repeated how much he loved you.
“It’s because of my father, you know” he always excused himself “He used to hit me when I was a kid, but I promise you this is the last time.”
You looked at yourself in the mirror. You knew it wasn’t the last time. You knew there wasn’t a last time.




Tom could not get that woman out of his mind. He didn’t believe her, of course, but he could not insist if she didn’t want to open the door.
“Maybe she is so ugly that she doesn’t want to be looked by other people” Harrison joked making his colleagues laugh.
“What do I have to do to obtain a search warrant?”
Harrison became completely serious “Dude, what are you doing?” he came closer to his friend and turned a bit down the volume of his voice “You can’t insist on this case. You are the fifth wheel here, they won’t give you attention”.
“Harrison, something tells me that that woman is in real danger. You don’t want to help me? Fine, I’ll do it by myself”.



When his shift ended, Thomas took the underground to reach the part of the city where you were living in. He was sure about his gut. He knew he was doing the right thing. It took fourth minutes to reach her house. Tom wasn’t sure to find you at home, he didn’t even know how to recognize you: he didn’t see your face and your voice was a soft whisper.
The front door was open, he took the stairs until the third floor. He was about to knock at your door you appeared on the doorstep, ready to go out.
You looked at each other surprised. You recognized him immediately, you saw him in the spy-hole of the door but, this time, the boy wasn’t wearing his uniform.
Tom lose the track of his thoughts. You were without any doubts one of the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.
You took a step back and tried to close the door, but he was faster and stronger than you.
“Hey, Stop. Please. I’m not wearing my uniform” he said.
“What do you want?” You whispered, frightened. Justin was about to come home, if he saw you with another guy on the landing he would have misunderstood and hit you. You could already imagine all the bad words he would have told you.
“Who hurt you like that?” Tom insisted.
“I fell from the stairs” you lied briefly “Can you leave me now?”
“Stop lying to me”.
You opened your mouth but a noise of steps on the stairs stopped you.
“Please go, if he sees you I’m in troubles” you begged him.
Tom shook his head. No, he thought, I’m going to stop this.
The boy walked crookedly, he could not even stand up properly. He was tipsy, and his clothes smelled like alcohol and weed.
Justin looked up at you and smiled seemingly friendly.
“Look at that?” He said, “I work all day and this slut shags with teenagers”.
Tom rolled his eyes at this statement.
“You are gonna pay for it, useless bit-“
The young policeman stopped his sentence with a punch right in his face.
Justin stumbled a bit and then he got back on track. Tom, once again, was faster than him: he tackled and hit him again. A cry left your lips while tears run down your face.
Justin surrendered after the third punch. He wiped the blood running from his lower lips and gave you a look that made you shiver.
“We’ll see you again, Y/N. It’s not over”.



Two years later…

The other side of the bed was cold, sign that Tom was already awake. You stretched your body and shivered a bit when you removed the blankets.
A delicious smell of pancakes reached your nostrils making you smile wide.
“Good morning” Thomas smiled, carrying a try full of pancakes and a glass of orange juice “How is my girl today?”
“Uhm… fine” you said rubbing your eyes.
“Oh, I wasn’t talking to you” he replied, his hand caressed your bump.
You smiled “She keeps kicking”.
“She is a fighter, just like her mum” he stated kissing your temple “how are you?”
“I’ve never been this happier before”.













If you are wandering if I’m satisfied or not with this work the answer is no, but I really wanted to write something about this delicate subject. The moral of this story is that a man who disrespects you, is not a man, it’s an animal and he does not deserve you. you should NEVER tell yourself lies, you can’t expect him to change because he won’t: he doesn’t see you as a victim, in his twisted mind HE is the victim and no matter how many times he apologizes, he won’t stop. He is not a man, and this is not love. Leave him, run away from him because it’s not true you won’t find another man, you’ll surely find a better partner who will truly love you. You are much more than this.

The Girl Up North: The Sorrowful Saturday

Sweet Pea x OC

Warnings: angst!!!, fluff, making out in the kitchen, hate for the main characters

A/N: Thank you all for the tremendous reading of part uno of this story, I was super duper excited when I saw it!!!!! Thank you all for reading and if you want t be tagged, just message me lovelies.

I yawned and sat up, pushing through the tangle of arms and blankets. I stared down at my sleeping late night partner. he looked younger and  To both of our disappointment we hadn’t gotten very far, exhaustion was starting to settle in after the initial adrenaline ran its course and I was left a stumbling mess, barely able to get my own pants off. So, we settled for a movie and some intense making out until I finally drifted to sleep on his couch, how we had ended up in his bed was a mystery to me.
“Morning,” he smiled groggily and I felt a small flutter inside my chest, this, was a sight I could get used to. I flopped back onto the bed and rolled on top of him resting my head on his chest.
“Sorry about last night, finals, work, keeping my brother from starting fights with everyone he disagrees with,” I apologized and he chuckled.
“A night with a pretty girl, and no morning regret, sounds pretty perfect to me,” he teased and I smiled sleepily, closing my eyes. “You want breakfast?” he asked and I nodded happily. “You’re going to have to get off of me,” he chided but I merely shook my head.
“C'mon tough guy, you can lift me,” I teased and before I knew it he was tossing me to the side and then throwing me over his shoulder. “Put me down,” I squealed with delight, but he merely chuckled.
“You started this,” he reminded me, but before I knew it he was setting me on the counter and rummaging through his fridge.
“Tough guy can cook? He must be the man of my dreams.” He winked at me, eggs and bread in his arms. I hopped the counter and waved my fingers at him, creeping back into his bedroom, searching for something to put on, that’s when I spotted the shirt I had given him last night. I quickly pulled it on and returned to the kitchen. “Oh my gosh, Mommy and Daddy just bought me Ralph Lauren, I think it’s my favorite,” I giggled in my best rich brat accent, leaning against the door frame. He glanced over his shoulder, and dropped an egg in surprise. “You like?” I asked playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Very much, I think you need to get Mommy and Daddy to take you shopping more often,” he said mocking my tone as he strolled towards me. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist, interlocking our lips. “God, where did you come from?” he asked and I giggled.
“Well, my address is…”
“Shut up smart ass,” he said, and before I could respond his lips were on me again, my back against the wall.
“The food,” I reminded as he nipped at my neck.
“Trying to get rid of me?”
“No, I’m trying to stop your house from lighting on fire.”
“Sure, sure, whatever,” he bantered. I watched as he slid the eggs onto two plates followed by a piece of toast each. “So, it’s not a North Side breakfast, but it’ll have to do.”
“Shut up, you make it sound like people actually cook for me up in the North Side, you guys at least have some loyalties, nobody gives a damn about anyone up North, just fight after fight after fight.
"You’re trying to tell me that the North Side is worse than the South Side, because I’m calling bullshit,” he said and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not kidding, North Side sucks, I would do anything to get out of that idiotic school. I’m tired of pep rallies, football games, people making googly eyes, and my brother and his idiotic friends, the real princes and princesses of Riverdale. I would do anything to get expelled,” I sighed, laying my head on the table. He chuckled.
“One day in at Southside High and you would be running for the hills,” he chastised and I rolled my eyes looking up, staring into his eyes.
“You know, it’s the same thing for you, you wouldn’t be able to handle North Side either.”
“Oh really, I’m pretty sure I could handle preppy class and stupid football players,” he replied and I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. “What, you don’t think I could?”
“No, sorry tough guy, you would go crazy. I’m going crazy, in fact if you don’t tell anyone I’ll let you in on a little secret.”
“What’s this secret, planning on getting yourself expelled.”
“Exactly, I have a "friend”,“ I said, emphasizing friend with air quotes, "And he got me some drugs, and I have another kid who I paid off to report me to the principal, I’ll be home free.”
“Why the hell would you do that?” he asked and I rolled my eyes.
“Didn’t you hear me, I want out.”
“So you want to be murdered?” he asked and I laughed.
“You make it sound like there are people just waiting for me to cross the tracks and stick me with a knife.” I laughed and he rolled his eyes.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. The only thing that the Ghoulies and the Serpents hate more than each other is the North Side. They are going to put you on a spike and eat you for dinner,” he warned and I laughed a little.
“I’m sure you could protect me,” I laughed, tapping him on the nose with my fork. He batted it away, his eyes hooded with a little bit of anger.
“I don’t think I could, the Serpents wouldn’t let me and if I was protecting you the Ghoulies would see you as more of a target than if I wasn’t.”
“Oh Sweet Pea, you make it sound like I’m just a little China Doll, I can protect myself a little,” I said, gently puncihing him in the shoulder.
“You’re one strange chick, Peyton Andrews, but let’s talk about something else, not about your death wish.” I rolled my eyes and he cleared the empty plates and laid them in the sink.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“10:30, why Mommy and Daddy going to be worried about you.”
“Probably, but I don’t think they’ll be too worried.” I leaned over, brushing his hair out of the way and planting a kiss on his forehead. “In fact, with Archie home I’m sure they haven’t really notice I’m-” My phone suddenly rang and I darted to get it. “Speaking of family, it’s Archie,” I told him. “Hello?”
“Oh my God, Peyton where have you been, we’re been worried sick,” Veronica gasped.
“Why, what’s going on?”
“Your Dad’s been shot!”
“What?” I yelled sending Sweet Pea up out of his seat and over to my side.
“What is it?” he mouthed, but I merely waved him away.
“Put Archie on the phone,” I demanded.
“I can’t.”
“Why the hell not.”
“He’s not here.”
“What the hell, where is he?”
“Outside the operating room.”
“How long has he been in.”
“Two hours,” she whispered meekly and I hung up before I screamed at her.
“What the hell,” I screamed into the trailer. “He’s been on the operating table for two hours and their just now thinking to call me, yeah they’ve been really worried,” I screamed. I sank to my knees and then stared up at Sweet Pea. “I’m sorry. So much the perfect one night stand huh. We didn’t even do it, I’m absolute shit, and now I’m in your trailer screaming because my Dad’s been shot, and I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this, you don’t want to hear about my fucked up life.” I was crying, here I was sitting in a stranger’s house crying. Then I felt arms wrapping around me and pulling me onto his lap.
“It’s fine, it makes for a little excitement don’t you think?” I laughed a little leaning into his chest.
“You really know how to pick'em, a girl who falls alseep before you have sex and gets calls about her shot father, I think you should stick to the online thing,” I laughed through my tears and he shook his head.
“Like I said, a little excitement.” I leaned against his chest and then sat up.
“Well, can you take me to the hospital. I figure, I’m either going to bitch slap my brother, cry over my father’s dead body, or, I’m going to a need ride to my house because I can’t face the truth,” I said and he nodded. I rolled off hm and walked into the bedroom, pulling off his shirt and began pulling on my clothes from the night before. I searched for my jacket, but was disappointed to find that there was no jacket in sight. I walked out and stood on my tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you so much, I’m not sure how I can thank you for being the sweetest guy I’ve ever talked to.”
“You can not tell anyone that I’m the sweetest guy you’ve ever met, because I still need that bad boy image to get me some respect around these parts. And you come out with me sometime this week.”
“After I get myself expelled I’m sure we will have plenty of time to hang out okay Sweet Pea?” He shook his head.
“I still think that idea is idiotic, but you’ll cal me when it happens, so you can walk in with a posse.”
“My God, you’re so freaking nice, and here I am using you to the highest height of your ability.” He shook his head and lifted me up in a hug before leading me outside to his motorcycle. I climbed on the back, wrapping my arms around his waist, shivering at the morning breeze. We took off down the road towards the hospital. I let the tears run down my face and the wind brush them away.
As we pulled up in in front of the hospital he turned off his bike but I shook my head. it was suddenly too much to go inside, it was too much to face my traitor of a brother when I couldn’t offer any words of comfort, only screams of anger. Everyone knew before me.
“Keep going, to my house, please,” I said, whispering the address into his ear. He nodded and took off down the road, I snuggled in closer and clutched onto the edge of his jacket, trying to collect as much warmth as I could.
When we finally pulled up in front of my house I could see that he was here, Archie was here, not at the hospital where he belonged. I climbed off the bike sending sad eyes towards Sweet Pea. “Can I call you, or was I too much excitement?”
“Not at all, I’ll wait by the phone,” he teased and I laughed.
“Don’t get all sappy on me, I liked the tough guy.” I smiled, pocketing his number and the hem of my skirt. I gave him a little wave. “You should probably go before my brother sees you here.” He took off down the street, and I turned round, ready to yell up a storm. I threw open the door and marched up the stairs, pounding on the bathroom door. “Get the hell out here,” I screamed. When there was no answer I threw open the door ready fore everything, except Veronica in the shower with him.
“What the hell?” Veronica and I screamed at the same time.
“Both of you better be out here in three minutes before kick your ass Archie,” I snapped before whirling around and marching to the kitchen. In an effort to calm my nerves I brewed some coffee and filled three mugs, sitting in my seat, waiting for the walk of shame to take place. I picked up my phone while I was waiting and called Sweet Pea.
“Peyton?”
“They were having sex in the shower.”
“They were what?”
“Having sex in the shower. My father’s on the operating table and they were doing it in the shower, how lovely. Are you sure I wouldn’t be able to handle the South?” He chuckled and I looked up as the two came down the stairs. “They’re down, I’ve got to go.”
“Do you want me to pick you up later?”
“Nah, it’s fine, I’ll probably just get some sleep. Bye.”
“Bye.” I hung up the phone and turned to look at Archie and Veronica.
“Sit please, but let’s keep our hands on top of the table you assholes,” I growled, sliding the cups of coffee across the table.
“Where have you been, we’ve been looking for you for hours?” Archie snapped and I laughed.
“In between screw sessions? You know what screw you, first of all for not calling me the moment he was in the hospital, secondly for having your girlfriend do it, and lastly for screwing her while our Dad is in the operating room.” I yelled before standing up and grabbing my coat, marching out of the house and towards the school, expulsion couldn’t wait another week.

Mitch Marner imagine

Hey guys. I’m on Thanksgiving break right now. Yay! So I’ve got today and the weekend off to hopefully do some writing. If you guys have any requests please let me know cuz I’ve been having trouble thinking of like “original ideas”. Thanks guys.

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“Mitch,” I yelled from the kitchen. He was still in the bed and I was lonely. It was like 10 o'clock though and he needed to get up.

Soon enough I heard him trekking down the stairs. He soon arrived in the kitchen with really messy hair and a big smile for someone who’d just been waken up.

“Hi,” I said as he merrily walked over to the counter pushing himself up onto it and looking down at me still smiling.

“Good morning beautiful,” Mitch said the smile still etched into his face.

“You seem to be in quite a good mood,” I commented standing between his legs.

“I just got a really good sleep last night, and I was awoken by your gorgeous voice,” Mitch cooed bending down to kiss my forehead.

“I was screaming at you,” I said scrunching up my nose.

“Hmm. I hardly noticed,” he joked.

“Seriously though. Are you ok. We you doing drugs upstairs or something,” I asked him with a chuckle.

“Honestly when I woke up this morning I realized how blessed I really am. I have a wonderful girlfriend, the career of my dreams, a really great apartment, and an extremely fuzzy cat,” Mitch said placing his hands on my shoulders and pulling me close to him.

“Speaking of that really fuzzy cat,” I began, “the vet told me yesterday that she’s way overweight.” Mitch laughed at that for some reason.

“That’s not funny,” I said pulling away and hitting him lightly on the chest.

“It is. It’s really funny,” Mitch said still laughing.

“No it’s not. I need to figure out how to put our goddamn cat on a diet,” I said starting to laugh with him.

“We’ll just have to start taking her on walks,” Mitch said seriously.

“Oh my God we can be those weirdos who walk their cat. We’re doing this. I’m getting her a leash and collar today,” I replied laughing.

“That can be our new thing to do together. Walk the cat,” he said pushing some loose hair behind my ear.

“Sound good,” I replied.

Just then our fat fuzzy cat strutted into the kitchen to rub up against my calf.

I scooped her up into my arms giving her a big hug as she began to purr softly. Mitch pulled us lightly into his chest. There we were a weird little family.

Airplane seatback punishment

So I was just on a plane ride with United, so the leg room was extremely tight. It’s early morning and I’m not in the mood to fuck around. Then, at the start of the flight the guy in front of me started trying to push his seat back. I have very long legs, so he gets it pushed back about half way and it pushed up against my legs, making me very uncomfortable. The guy starts pushing repeatedly against his seat, which won’t go all the way back because he keeps hitting my knees. He subsides for a few minutes, and I think he has given up, but no, he starts pushing again. He pushes against his seat and then turns around and looks back, making eye contact with me, and then tried pushing again.

Now from this extremely awkward eye contact I know this guy knows he is pushing my knees, and I decide I’ve had enough. I wait for the next time he tries to push his seat back and I slowly inch my knees up a little bit, so that his final seat position is slightly higher than it was before but not enough that he would realize. He tries pushing back again and I move his seat upward again. Ten minutes of this, and he has a fully upright seat on our early morning flight, and he is probably terribly inconvenienced.

Edit: Wow this is a hotly contested issue! To all the people saying I should have confronted the guy or asked a flight attendant to move me, dang I mean this is like an extremely petty issue, I really prefer to keep my aggression passive if possible.

This is what happens when I draw stuff after 1 in the morning. I start wondering what else Mario could do his victory pose for other than getting a star or power moon, and then this happened.

Basically you can’t convince me he wouldn’t do the victory pose after having a baby, he’s that excited of a dad

at some point young victor just flops around on chris’ bed like a dying fish while they’re both complaining about dieting and dreaming of all the fast foods and sweets young kids get to eat every day and that they can only imagine bc they cherish their careers a little bit more but kids will be kids and!!!!!! sweets!!!! forbidden fruit!!!!! why can’t we have turkish delight yakov that’s not fair!!!!!! 

the next morning they break out of their hotel in naples and stuff their faces full of creampuffs. 

(they take some back for their coaches in apology)
(it does NOT help them. AT ALL.)

they both end up sharing those later and in the end they eat so many that: 

  • they get on such a sugar high there’s a rumour circling around the next day that they got high
    • someone asks what they took bc ‘boy I need me some of that’
    • chris shoots them a mopey grin. 
    • ‘love,’ he says
  • victor ends up puking 3 times during the night and he just wants to die, 
  • they’re put through so many drills by their coaches that they swear off sugary snacks for the next half a year
    • and then the Great Chocolate Crisis™️ happens

anonymous asked:

Richie, what's your favorite thing about Eddie? Eddie, what's your favorite thing about Richie?

I mean I have a lot?? But one of my favourite things in the world is how he wakes up in the morning. It’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen, and I see myself in the mirror every day so ;)

But he wakes up really slowly, whereas I wake up pretty fast and usually with a smile. Eddie kinda yawns a lot and his little nose scrunches up and he frowns in his sleep - no clue what he’s dreaming about because he never tells me - and then he kinda makes grabby hands at me to make me cuddle him and he nuzzles into my neck and kisses it, not in a provocative way or anything, just in a cute way. It’s his way of saying good morning without having to talk haha. But honestly? I will never get tired of seeing that… - Richie

tsukkari  asked:

does suga get excited over doing domestic activities like i do?? ie crying happy tears over making one healthy sandwich instead of 8 servings of mac n cheese??

Hell yeah.

He picked up his socks one time and then followed Daichi around the apartment waiting for him to notice.

He did notice, of course. Because it was like… a mountain. In the center of the hallway. That he had tripped over that morning when he was half asleep.

Daichi: “You picked up your socks?”

Suga: “I did!!!!!!”

Daichi: “Is it a special occasion?”

Suga: “No!!!!!!!!!!!”

Daichi: “Are you trying to get something out of me?”

Suga: “NOPE! I just did it!”

Suga: “……………… but I wouldn’t turn away a blow job.”

Daichi: “Do the dishes next and we’ll talk.”

Originally posted by trapstrblog

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This friend finally came home with me today! I felt bad seeing him there in the glass case at Goodwill and kept thinking about him, so I decided to go back this morning since they have a 50% off sale going on for Black Friday. 

The woman at the register demoed him for me and luckily he is fully working! I replaced the Goodwill batteries as soon as I got home since they were expired, but he’s now up and running just fine with a new set of batteries! He only has the Airship tape with him, but I hope to find more tapes for him soon. He was still pricier than I’d like to spend at Goodwill, but I’m happy to have him here at home regardless!

anonymous asked:

K whatEVER you do dont imagine dad!haz lying on the couch with you guys’ new baby on his chest, tummy’s full from thanksgiving and him with his nose buried in the lil ones hair just sniffing (babies smell SO good) and you joining them on the couch cuddling into haz’ side and you try to get up to put on some music but H pulls you back cuz “is cold ‘nd yer cozy”and UGH If you’re interested I can send more:)

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HURT ME SO EARLY IN THE MORNING OH MY FALSKSLSKDKD

the-magical-absterlini  asked:

Is it unhealthy to wake up at 2 am every morning and get less than 4 hours of sleep everyday? My friends are telling me to go to a doctor constantly.

To an extend, yes it isn’t very healthy. Just try and take some naps and try and get to bed early

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Best Time Getting A Best Time
25 November 2017

Homemade iced coffee recovery after Run Training with the GLU Crew on this glorious Saturday morning. I whipped up a pretty good chicken salad for lunch too.

Determined to beat last session’s efforts, I ran as hard as I could for my final quarter lap and got a PR. Yay progress! It doesn’t matter that I run slower than my pregnant friend, nor that my best efforts will never see me on a podium. (Drat! 😂) What’s important is getting out there, having fun, celebrating the fact that my body can do this today, and hopefully better tomorrow. 💃😄🏃