oh and yeah the view is nice too

K ~ Four Seasons of K: Like flowers in a storm

Thanks to the wonderful blueseraphima who I can never thank enough, I have the texts of GoRa’s currently ongoing series of short stories 4 Seasons of K, subtitled ~Seasonal short stories that might have happened~ and published monthly. This is the third story of the series, about Homura’s flower viewing experience.

Like Flowers in a Storm [*] by Azano Kouhei

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Disposable pt11

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10


When you returned to the house, both you and Yoongi were in good moods. You never would have thought you and Yoongi would (or could) be anything more than unfriendly acquaintances, but you were starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you could be friends of sorts.

All of the previous day’s tension and anger had disappeared, and it was a struggle to keep reminding yourself that none of this was real. Just because you and Yoongi had spent the day together without murdering each other didn’t mean that his arm around your waist, or the brief but oh so perfect kisses meant anything. Three days with him and you were already forgetting all the pain he had caused you.

“You two look like you had fun.” Jimin said when you walked in.

“We did.” Yoongi said, flashing you a small smile.

“We’re eating dinner on the patio, and just so you guys know, Seokjin’s about to lose it. Namjoon has already dropped three plates and he and Hoseok have been banished upstairs.” Taehyung hopped into the entry way, wobbled, then leaned on Jimin.

“Wait, why Hoseok too?” You asked.

“He thought it’d be funny to trip Namjoon.” Jimin explained. “You’re supposed to be icing your ankle, dummy.” He scolded Taehyung, who shrugged.

“I’m going to go help Soekjin.” Yoongi said quietly to you as Taehyung complained that Jimin was not his mother and could not tell him what to do.

After some coaxing, you and Jimin finally convinced Taehyung to at least sit down in the sun room instead of hopping around everywhere, and once he was settled you left to find Yoongi.

You expected to find him either in the kitchen or on the patio, but you ran into him in the living room frowning at his phone.

“Who’re you texting?” You asked, leaning over his shoulder and trying to see. You weren’t naturally a nosy person, preferring to give people their space, but you didn’t think Yoongi would mind–he didn’t seem particularly secretive (if you excluded lying to Namjoon about dating you, that is. But that was your idea, so it didn’t count).

“No one.” Before you could get a good look at his phone, he was clicking the screen off and spinning to face you. “I mean, someone. But no one important.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. If he had given you even a slightly better answer you wouldn’t have pressed the matter, but he was acting exceptionally strange. “Who then?” You asked, taking a step closer. While you still didn’t know Yoongi all that well, you felt that over the course of the day the two of you had gotten significantly closer and you didn’t mind getting a in his personal space a bit. Not to mention, physical contact between the two of you wasn’t exactly a new concept.

“What does it matter?” Yoongi asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Are you jealous?”

“No.” You said quickly. Were you? You didn’t think so, just curious and getting more so by the second.

“So why do you want to know so bad?” He asked.

“Why don’t you want me to know?” You countered, and Yoongi smirked.

“Because you want to know, and this is fun.”

You debated for only a moment before reaching forward, trying to take his phone from his hand. Yoongi saw it coming, however, and held it high in the air.

“Give it here!” You demanded, reaching up on your tiptoes. If Yoongi would stop moving you’d be able to reach it, but he was apparently determined.

“Rude.” Yoongi said, not looking even slightly annoyed. If anything, he looked rather like he was enjoying himself. You jumped in one final attempt to reach the phone, at the same time Yoongi stepped backwards into the couch. If he hadn’t lost his balance, you bumping into him probably wouldn’t have been an issue, but as it was, both of you toppled over onto the couch (luckily it wasn’t the wood floor). You landed nose-to-nose with him, eyes wide, reminding you much of the previous night (except neither of you was mad at the other).

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Temporary Home

by asteroidphil | No warnings other than fluff and feels | Dan/Phil | 2.2k | complete

Summary: It’s time for Dan and Phil to move on from their current flat, but finding a new home is easier said than done, especially when they know that it’s not going to be their forever home.

AN: It’s 03:30 there are probably some errors, i’ll read over it again and correct them (ill remove this once i have) 

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BONUS // Q&A with Christian Yu
  • Christian and you have been spending so much time on Youtube. Watching everything from puppy videos to conspiracy theories. Christian then suggested to you that he wants to do a Q&A with you. He even printed out the questions so he knew you would say yes anyway.
  • Christian: C’mon babe, it would be fun and the fans will get to know us better. Pleaaaase.
  • You: Okay fine but you owe me something.
  • Christian: Awesome! The first question is where did you two go on your first date?
  • You: First date? I think we had dinner Jamie's Italian.
  • Christian: Yeah the one near Circular Quay and after that we went to check out the lights because Vivid was on. Oh and all of this is back in Sydney btw.
  • You: Mhmm. What's the next question?
  • Christian: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • You: We actually met at Boost. We were waiting for our drinks and funnily enough, we ordered the same one. The girl called out the drink and we both went to grab it. Christian then insisted I take the drink so I did. I thought oh what a gentlemen, he's so sweet.
  • Christian: What did you do after you took the drink?
  • You: I said thank you.
  • Christian: Yeah and you just ran off.
  • You: I had a train to catch.
  • Christian: So rude babe.
  • You: So that was your first thought of me? Rude?
  • Christian: Nooo, I saw you standing there and I thought oh hey, this girl has good taste in clothes. I remember because we were wearing the same type of sneakers.
  • You: Nice save.
  • Christian: What is the most romantic thing that I have done?
  • You: I really loved it when you took me here for the first time. It was the afternoon and the sun was setting. The view out of this window was amazing! And you had like scented candles all around the place. Another bonus was you made dinner and DESSERT that night.
  • Christian: Yeah, you know that dessert was a fluke. I definitely did not expect the cake to rise because I added too much flour and little baking soda.
  • You: It was really good. So what are each other’s worst or annoying habits?
  • Christian: You babe have the habit of leaving the cupboard doors open. Like it's not fully closed or opened. Just like a few centimeters away from it being fully closed. Why don't you use a tiny extra effort to make it close all the way?
  • You: Er I wouldn't be bashing me with my habit, Mr. Always leaving the bathroom lights on. And Mr. Always Spending So Much Time On His Hair. Your hair is always fine babe.
  • Christian: Fine, guess we're both bad. The next question is what is your ideal date night?
  • You: We tend to have dinner at home then take a stroll. I remember that time when our stroll lasted until 3am.
  • Christian: Yeah, I remember that. And it's nice walking around at night because I like to shoot short videos on my phone. You guys probably can see them on my Instagram.
  • You: You included this next question?
  • Christian: I didn't read the questions beforehand. I just printed them straight off the net. What is it?
  • You: Are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Christian: OHHHH. I see what you mean. Do you want me to address this babe?
  • You: Yeah but keep it PG.
  • Christian: PG? I'll try. Umm we do a lot of erm you know, sexting, dirty talk and sometimes foreplay. That's all I'm gonna say.
  • You buried your face behind Christian's back.
  • Christian: Alright, glad we got that out of the way. The last question is do you have any funny, embarrassing sex stories?
  • You: Babe, you take this one as well.
  • Christian: Umm funny, embarrassing sex stories? Only one comes to mind. Okay so we were on the bed, this one behind us, and I was um going down on [Y/N] but my back was facing this wall. So like you couldn't see anything besides the back of my back and [Y/N]'s legs. Anyway so after the deed was done, we cleaned up and stuff then I realised my laptop's cam was still on. I was doing a short recording of Lori trying to jump on the bed before we did it and I forgot all out it. Turns out, it was recording the whole thing. So being me, I actually made a short time loop of me and [Y/N], you know just me going down on her.
  • You: I still can't believe you name that file as TEST01.
  • Christian: I wouldn't think anyone would open it.
  • You: But who opened it babe?
  • Christian: Dabin. Well I didn't expect him to open that file, not my fault. He thought it was a test video for his new mv. I should've filed that video in my personal folder and not on the Desktop.
  • You: Take notes for next time then.
  • Christian: Next time aye? Anyway Dabin couldn't even tell it was us.
  • You: Are you sure? Your tattoos and that painting on the wall would have given it away.
  • Christian: Well he hasn't said anything so let's just say Dabin didn't see anything.
  • You: Is that all the questions? I'm hungry now.
  • Christian: Hmm yeah, that was the last one. Want to you wanna eat?
  • You: Pizza and let's watch Back to the Future?
  • Christian: That's my girl.

Walking to work you couldn’t stop reading the text you got last night over and over. You shook your head and put your phone away ‘was this the right thing to do?’ You asked yourself 'he has a girlfriend and not only that she’s your bosses daughter’ you took a breath 'relax it’s just to people going out for coffee nothing more’ you said looking up to the building of big hit sighing 'let’s get today over with’ and with that in mind you walked in to the building.

So far so good its been three hours and you haven’t seen Yuna or Jungkook 'thank god’ you were in you office on the computer fixing up the images you took yesterday, you came across one picture of Jungkook the way he was looking in to the camera was like he was looking in to your soul, you couldn’t look away a knock on the door startled you looking up to the person coming in. It was Jimin and Taehyung, they sheepishly walked in smiling “hi guys can I help you with something?” You asked the boys looked at each other and nodded “well you see we found out your going on a date after work” Taehyung said your eyes widened at the mention of date, at that moment Jimin hit Taehyung on the arm “it’s not a date” you told them “I’m sorry Y/N we know it’s not Taehyung just likes teasing people that’s all” he said looking at said boy shaking his head “that’s fine” you nodded “but really if it’s not a date then why is Jungkook getting nervous about it?” Taehyung said to Jimin forgetting you were there “Taehyung” Jimin warned glancing at you. You shook your head “I’m sorry guys but if it’s not important then can you leave I’m very busy” you said not trying to sound harsh “oh that’s fine we’re sorry for bothering you” Jimin apologised both of them bow and leave. You turn to your screen seeing Jungkook again sighing your head fell on the desk with a bang “what are you doing to me?”.

You were still at your desk watching the clock 5:58 two more minutes then you would have to go on that 'date’ with Jungkook 6:00 it’s time.

Waiting at the front of the building you were just about to give up and leave when you see him running up to you hair bouncing as he ran it looked cute. Finally getting to you he put his hands on he’s knees “sorry I’m late” he said panting “it’s fine I don’t mind waiting” you smiled at him as he gave you a bunny smile he put his arm up and moved it “shall we? ” He asked you chuckled “we shall” the both of you started walking not noticing you were being watched.

At the coffee shop you had been there for twenty minutes laughing and joking about different things Jungkook was telling you about the funny things he and the rest of the boys do. Jungkook put he’s drink down and looked at you “so enough about me what about you? ” He asked, you looked down your fingers playing with your cup “there’s really nothing to talk about” you said “impossible” he said “your a photographer why did you want to be one?” He asked you shrugged “I like capturing things to show the bueaty to the world, god that sounds stupid” you said blushing Jungkook put his hand on your arm “no its not stupid at all” he said you looked up at him getting lost in his eyes 'he was so much more atrative in person’ you thought you didnt relise you were both leaning in until the door slamed shut making you both jump and pull away Jungkook taking his hand off your arm he couffed “so what’s your favourite colour?” He asked you looked at him and smiled “green” he nodded “why?” “colour of nature” you said “where are you from?” Again you answered “England” his eyes lit up at that “I’ve never been to England before what’s it like?” You put your finger to your chin thinking “cold raining all the time apart from that it’s like any other place” you said shrugging his face fell a bit “I really want to go someday” he said “you should I mean London’s fun, we have the palace where the Queen lives and the London Eye has a nice view, oh and there’s London dungeons very spooky” you said laughing “well maybe when I go you come to you could be my tour guide” he said smiling sheepishly at you “yeah maybe” you nodded.

You both stood out side “this was fun we should do it again sometime” Jungkook said looking off in the distant “yeah it was and we should” you agreed “well I better get back” Jungkook said finally looking at you “yeah me too” you both nodded “have a safe trip home” Jungkook said “you too” you both waved walking in different directions.

Getting home you opened the door and was met by three angry faces “you said we would watch movies tonight” Emily whined “Sorry I went out for coffee with someone” at that Emily’s face lit up “A DATE” she yelled “NO I didn’t say that” you said blushing Emily giggled “well who ever it is you like him” after that she ran off to her room, the other two just gave up and walked to their rooms as well with knowing smirks leaving you alone, you walked to get ready for bed thinking about everything.

Laying in bed you couldn’t stop thinking what Taehyung said “Jungkook nervous about the 'date’ today” he didn’t seem nervous well it was awkward at the start but you felt comfortable around him and when he touched you and both leaning in what was going to happen? were you guys going to kiss? or not?, so many questions ran through your head 'I wonder what’s gonna happen tomorrow?’ You thought and you fell asleep once again thinking about Jungkook.

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The girl behind the camera Part 4

Genre : Angst / fluff /drama

Plot : Your a famous photographer who recently moved to South Korea with three of your best friends, you end up getting hired by big hit entertainment to become the photographer for bts. Everything is simple in you’re life, or so you thought.
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I’m back!!! Not being able to write was horrid but I’m back with part 4 I’m sorry if it’s short but I hope you all like it :)

Pillow Talk

Harry Styles - 1793 words (Requested)

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I have no idea what has been on me lately. But whenever I had a chance to be alone, my mind would wander. Not just the great stuff that had happened throughout the short two years I had lived here, but the loneliness also that would creep up when the sun would set and I’d be alone in this large flat. It’s this oppressive feeling that would crawl from the depths, I couldn’t describe it any other way. I had no real reason to feel this way, I had a roof over my head – to put it mildly – an amazing, caring, loving boyfriend, lots of friends I could rely on and everything my little heart desired.

I miss it when life was easier, I wouldn’t have to be on the lookout when I was doing anything, I maybe was paddling through life with the small inflatable water wings but it was joyous, full of laughter and stupid things to tell about a year later by the camp fire. I wipe the cloth across my cheeks, my gaze never leaving my own through the mirror as I watch my life flash by. I can feel myself become emotional so I angrily rub the wet cloth over my eyes to evaporate whatever was bound to the surface. A dreaded breath flies past my lips, a small cloud of fog coating the mirror before I watch it slink, disappearing completely after a few seconds.

The door on the other end of the flat slams, indicating the return of my boyfriend. I hear his voice call out my name to find my whereabouts and I discard the cloth of the side of the sink before my feet slowly take me across the hallway to greet him. “Hi H. How are the boys?” I give him a tiny smile as I press my lips to his jaw but he reciprocates by pressing his soft, cold lips to my warm ones briefly. I let my arms wander around his waist and hug him closely to me, Harry’s voice ringing through the air as he answer my question. “Great, actually. Asked you to tag along next time.” One of his hands rub my neck soothingly as the other merely rests on my back.

“I’ll definitely join if I don’t have work.” I sigh, letting go of him to take a step back. Harry stares at me for a while as I grab my hair together, putting it up in a high ponytail for bed, one of Harry’s shirts coating my upper body, a pair of his old boxers as pajama shorts. “Had a nice night?” Harry rids himself of his coat and I bite my lip, thinking back about how I spent an hour in the shower crying for absolutely nothing. “It was, pleasant.” I breathe, picking up the now cold cup of tea I had made myself after I had gotten out of the shower, taking a few sips but crunching up my nose at the foul, cold taste. “That sounds very convincing.” Harry chuckles as he walks in my step to the kitchen, watching me dunk the tea down the drain.

“Oh, I’m just tired babe.” I grin, fingertips tickling over his abs before I pass him and make my way into the bathroom. That might be an understatement, the fact that I get out of bed every morning amazes me still. I crawl underneath the covers, almost disappearing in the grotesque bed Harry had bought a fairly short time ago, listening to the sound of Harry slamming cabinets in the kitchen before his feet take him towards me. He is stuffing his face with some chocolate as he rids himself of his clothes, grabbing the television remote on his way to his side of the bed.

I’m laying with my back towards Harry, who is sitting up, watching some television show which invites all sorts of celebrities, one which I am certain of Harry and the others have already been on once or twice. “Y/N?” I hear his voice cut through the silence as I blink slowly, a small cough leaving my lips. “You’re not just tired, what’s wrong?”  I push myself to turn my upper body slightly so I could gaze at Harry, assess his features to know how badly I would probably have to lie. As soon as our eyes meet I know he has been tentative about my wellbeing and my movements for a long time already, and it would be a waste to try and lie.

I breathe out and flop onto my back, crossing my arms over my chest as I redirect my stare at the ceiling. “I have been living here for quite some time before I met you.” I state, as if he wouldn’t know this. I hear Harry hum. “Things have changed.” I carefully state, because I somewhat know what happened two days ago was because of my relation to Harry. It wasn’t like this in the earlier days.
Harry hums to let me know he is listening and I let my eyes dart to him for a quick second to see he is simply staring at me, eyebrows furrowed and a stern look covering his features. “How so?”
“I ran into an old friend of mine. I was just walking around the streets, around my old neighborhood. I like it, reminds me how much I was struggling in the beginning.” I sigh out, and I hear Harry’s breathing laboring, like when he tries to concentrate to not breathe too harshly and tries to keeps his mouth shut even though he wants to protest.

“She couldn’t look me in the eye. It was like she was scared or something. I was so shocked, surprised to see her that I was trying of things to say, you know, like a joke or something we’d done together all those years ago, but it was like she didn’t even want to recognize me.” I feel Harry’s fingers brush over my arm, which is covered by the sheets and I squirm underneath his touch, almost flinching away. “There are a lot of people that will vanish from your life, Y/n. That’s not always a bad thing.”

“I regret things that I have done, Harry. I just let my heart decide along the way, and at that moment that was you.” I sigh again, biting my lip as I hope he doesn’t take it the wrong way. “So you regret me?” And apparently he does. “That’s not what I mean,” I breathe, almost annoyed that he would think of me this way, but my choice of words was lacking anyway so I direct my anger towards myself, “I regret not trying harder to keep both of you equally in my life.”

“It’s not just that. I miss my friends, I miss my mum, I miss walking around and taking big gasps of air and twirling around in a bunch of leaves without my face on the cover of some magazine.” Harry slides underneath the covers as well, one arm thrown over my small body as he pulls me closer towards him, his breath fanning over my forehead and I slowly let my eyes drift closed.

“I know I’m not the only one, and your life is probably ten times worse than mine, but.. I don’t know.” I grunt out, my fingertips digging into his lower arm as I let my eyes open again, staring at the stubble on Harry’s chin. “I didn’t know it bothered you that much, I am sorry.” Harry sighs, and I can hear and feel the restraint in his voice. I don’t think he enjoys it anymore either. If he ever even did.

“Listen,” Harry starts and I tilt my head up, blinking at Harry as I take in his handsome features. I really didn’t make an awful decision by spending more time with Harry, otherwise we wouldn’t have been together for two years already. She was just like one of my best friends, and I miss her a lot.

“What if –“ He starts and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, gnawing on it but keeping my gaze transfixed on him as I see his lips move. “We went back to your home so you can spend some time with your childhood friends and your parents? You could show me around the city a bit and learn me about who you were when you were younger.” Harry smiles at me and I think it’s a reaction to the sparkle that immediately appears in my eyes, big and staring at my wonderful boyfriend.

“You’d do that for me?” I turn on my side and squirm my arm underneath his to pull him closer to me. I don’t await his answer, I simply push my lips feverishly against his as some sort of first thank you. “I want my love to be happy. And I’m curious as well.” Harry chuckles between kisses and I press my lips once more to his before I let myself drop next to him again, curling against his side.

“I’m sorry I have been a drag lately. Things are getting to my head.” I sigh out, but with a much lighter heart now that I have had a chance to spill the beans to Harry. “You’re not a drag. I’m glad you trust me enough to talk to me about it.” Harry pats my thigh slowly as his lips kiss my shoulder and I roll my eyes as I push him away.
“It’s not you, it’s this bed, it makes me a weakling. I am so comfortable I let my guard down.” I breathe, throwing my hands up as I finally admit it out loud and Harry gasps.
“You were never here for me, only for the bed?” Harry presses a flattened out hand against his chest as he stares at me with hints of a smile on his lips. “Of course, what did you think? I was in here for you? Pssh babe, seriously?” I wave my hand in his face before the grin breaks through my lips, my body pressed against Harry’s as I catch his lips with mine.
“And here I was, thinking you were just in for the dimples.” Harry breathes a chuckle before he throws me onto my back and hovers over me, the twinkle in his eyes making him even more handsome as I see his dimples come into view. “Oh yeah, those are a nice addition too.” I shriek as Harry pinches my sides and I hug him close to me before I let my own fingers poke his sides to emanate a high pitched shriek from his lips as well, leaving me in heartily, light laughter.

Lots of love,
L. xox

Falling for the Lunatic - Dean Ambrose Fanfic - Part 8

Part 7 and Part 9 - @ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch, @actualamyautopsy, @awesome-ambrose-world, @fearlessambrose


Dean’s POV

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked Elena as she walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her bag. It was clear by the clothes that she was wearing that she was heading to the gym.

“I’m gonna head down to the performance center with Becky and Bayley for an early workout.”

“Do you really have to go?” I whined as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she wrapped her hands around my neck.

“Yes. I’ve been passing out them lately, so I have to go.” She said as she started playing with the hair at the end of my neck which made me smile.

“Yeah, but the last person to told me that ending up cheating on me with my brother.”

She lifted my chin up and pecked me on the lips. “I know, but I promise you I’m just going to the gym with the girls. You could come too if you want.”

As Elena said that, there was a knock at the door. Elena released herself from my grasp and opened the door to Renee. “Oh. Hi Renee. How are you?” Elena said with a welcoming smile. She was always nice to even the worst people.

“I’m good. But, um, is Dean here actually? I kinda really want to talk to him about everything that happened this past few weeks, ya know.” I heard Renee said, but I couldn’t see her since the door wasn’t in my view.

“Um, yeah. Hold on a sec.” Elena popped her head back in the room and looked at me. I shook my head no vigorously. Elena gave me the mean eye look that clearly said “you’re talking to her and I’m not taking no as an answer”.

“Yeah, he’s right in here. I was just heading out, so you can come right in.” Elena stepped to the side and let Renee in. She gave me another look that told me to “behave myself and be nice” and left the room.

Renee and I stayed in silence for what felt like hours until I finally broke the silence. “What are you doing here Renee?”

“I just wanted to come and tell you in person how sorry I am for doing what I did behind your back.” I never replied, I just stayed standing where I was and stared at her. “Are you going to say anything?”

“Why? Just tell me why you did it and I might consider accepting this apology.”

“I just don’t feel that love that we felt when we first started off. You’re so busy with your championship and all the storylines and I’m busy with my talkshow and everything. When you weren’t around, Seth was and one thing led to another and we hooked up. At first, I was completely disgusted with myself that I did that to you but I realized that we drifted apart and we aren’t the way we use to be. We both feel for other people.”

“So you love Seth?”

“Do you love (Y/N)?” She asked right back, looking straight back at me.

“Yes.” I answered her, finally looking her in the eyes.

“Me too.”

“I knew we were drifting and we didn’t have the same thing as before, but why couldn’t you come tell me? We use to tell each other everything?” I said calmly, I actually wasn’t mad at her at all.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Her voice cracked as she looked back down to the ground.

“You not telling me hurt me.” I whispered loud enough for her to hear.

“I know I did and no words will ever match to how sorry I am for doing what I did to you. It was childish and so stupid. I am so sorry Dean. I love you, I still do. I just can’t stand the thought that you hate me or losing you all together. Just please say something.”

Renee looked like she was going to burst into tears any second. I walked up to her and slowly wrapped my arms around her. “I’m not mad at you Renee. I just wish you would of told me that’s all. I knew we weren’t the same. And you will never lose me. We can be friends again, like how we were in the ancient days.”

Renee laughed and pulled back from my hug. “I am more than happy to just being friends.”

A Few Hours Later

After Renee and I talked everything out, we lived out the awkwardness between us by talking about Seth and Elena. The whole talk made me realize how much more I actually love Elena. Even though we said those words once, we haven’t said them again since that night. Right now I just wanted to grabbed her and kiss her and tell her how much she means to me.

I texted Elena asking if she was still at the gym, and she replied with a “we’re almost done here, you can come by if you have nothing to do tho”. I smiled at down at my phone as I hopped into my car and headed towards the performance center. Once I made it there, I exited my car and walked into a completely empty building. I was about to pull out my phone back out when I heard a loud chorus of oo’s and Elena saying “Oh hell no, that is so unfair, I want a rematch!”

I followed the sound and found Bayley, Becky Lynch, Sasha Banks, The New Day and a few other superstars all crowded on the couch in a room as they watched Elena and Xavier battle it out on WWE 2k17. I leaned on the doorframe as Bayley noticed me. “Oh (Y/N), your man is here!” She sang and everyone turned their attention to me and gave me their greetings and I waved back.

Elena ran up to me and grabbed my hand for me to sit next to her. “Yes Dean, you’re finally here. Now you can watch me kick Xavier’s ass!”

“Oh, you’re gonna kick my ass? You wish!” Xavier playfully pushed Elena’s shoulder and she laughed.

“Oh yeah, I will and I won’t be cheating!”

“It’s on! START IT UP!”  They started the game.

As everyone had their focus on the screen to watch the winner, which was actually Elena, my focus was on her. The way she was so focused on the game, the way she would lean over to bump Xavier to catch him off guard to get the upper hand and go for a pin, the way she bite her lip and smiled. She was so beautiful and I knew I was in love with this girl.

You’re My Own;Jim x Reader

Requested by Anon: I imagined a shot where Jim’s girlfriend gets quite jealous when a fleta woman with him in a restaurant, and she give a wet kiss just to say that he is your own


You calmly walked the street, enjoying your night alone without your boyfriend Jim. Earlier he had texted you saying he needed to stay a work a little longer which seemed weird for him but you decided not slump around the flat. So you took to the streets to see what London had to offer.

Already you had visited a local museum, stopped by your mom’s house, and explored a local park. The sun had set and the street lamps had been lit offering you a beautiful view of the nighttime streets. People bustled by doing whatever they had scheduled tonight, all in their own little world.

One of your and Jim’s favorite restaurants was coming up… maybe you would treat yourself to a dinner tonight. You stared up at the looming restaurant decided whether you wanted to be the person who was sitting alone. The clear glass window gave you a clear view into the restaurant and how busy it seemed. Thankfully it was too busy so… yeah… you were going to be that person.

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Los Signos como Lyrics “Seventeen- Alessia Cara”

‘Now I wish I could freeze the time at Seventeen’: Aries


‘My view with a looking glass won’t catch the past’: Tauro


‘Oh keep yourself surrounded with good advice and yeah I guess that sounded nice when I was ten’: Géminis


‘My mother said don’t forget Where you come from, where you’ve been’: Cáncer


‘Always keep your closest friends, they can’t slip away, they keep you graunded’: Leo


‘I thought he lied when he said take my time to dream’: Virgo


‘Keep them buried in my heart and never fought’: Libra


‘Oh but never were there truer words in all my days I’ve ever heard’: Escorpio


‘Only Photographs remind us’: Sagitario


‘So hear me scream, I was too young to understand what it means’: Capricornio


‘I been going on, I been growing up, I’m a know it all, that I don’t know enough’: Acuario


‘I’d wrap myself in blankets just to cover me from fears, That was then and now I’m here’: Piscis

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Finding Yourself (Kian Lawley)

My eyes open to find my hand on the cold side of the bed. It’s empty. He’s not there, again. I thought I would be use to this now, but I was so wrong. Now I’m stuck staring at that abandoned spot, imagining his head laying perfectly on the pillow.

This is hell. My heart breaks every morning I don’t see him there, and I feel it for the rest of the day. I can’t keep living like this. It’s not fair that he’s in paradise while I’m here like a widow.

I reach under my pillow until my fingers feel my cell phone. I pull it out and turn on the screen. I go straight to my contacts and when I find his name, I press call. As it rings, I sit up. My fingers run through my bed hair. I just need to hear his voice.

The phone rings for a few more seconds before I hear, “Hey, this is Kian. Yeah, I missed you, but leave a message anyways. Aweeeessooommmee.” I sigh as I hang up the phone.

I shouldn’t have kept my hopes up. 9 out of 10 times I get his voice mail. He’s becoming so distant, and I’m breaking apart without him. I sit, staring at my phone, debating if I want to call him again and leave a message. It makes me nervous thinking about this, but I feel like I have to do this. My fingers shake as I press call again.

Those few seconds that go by as it rings are horrible. But then the voice mail picks up again. I hear Kian’s voice and then the beep for me to leave my message. I take a deep breath.

“Kian,” I begin, trying to keep my tears in. “I miss you. I miss you so much. I’m lost here without you. I know you are on tour with the guys and I’m happy for you. I really am. I just don’t know if I can do this anymore. I haven’t talked to you in the longest time, and I can’t keep waiting on you. Kian, I really don’t want to do this.” I have to cover the phone with my hand for a moment so he doesn’t hear my whimpering. I press the phone back to my ear. “I don’t think we can be together anymore. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. You go on and do bigger and better things. I know your having the time of your life right now. So keep on being you. I know you will be fine without me. Goodbye Kian.” I press the end call button on my phone and set it down.

This feels horrible. I can’t believe I just did that. I should feel amazing for sticking up for myself and doing the right thing for myself. But I feel the complete opposite. It shouldn’t be like this. How did I get here?

Well, what’s done is done. I get myself together and get out of bed. I’m hoping that eating breakfast and getting ready for the day might help me feel better. I go straight to the kitchen and start up the coffee maker.

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I take the longest hot bath I think I have ever taken. When I get out, I go to my bedroom to get dressed. As I’m peering through my closet, I hear my ringtone. My heart begins to race as I imagine the worse. I pick up my phone from the bed and my assumption was correct. Kian is calling. I throw the phone back on the bed. I promised myself I wouldn’t talk to him again. I know it’s hard now, but it will get easier. It has to.

As I walk away from the phone, I hear it ring again. This isn’t helping. I pick up my phone and put it on silent this time. I won’t be able to get through this with him calling every five minutes.

Once I’m done getting ready, it’s time for the hard part. I grab all my belongings that I can hold and head to the front door. I dump it all in my trunk. I need to get this done quick before Kian acts fast and decides to come home.

About half an hour later I finally have all my stuff in my blue Civic. I didn’t know how much stuff I had here until now. It’s all a clutter, but it’s there.

I stand at the doorway, taking one last look at this place. I’m really going to miss it. I’m going to miss him too. I have too many good memories here, but they don’t compare to the very few bad ones. I take one last breath before shutting the door.

I make my way to the car and drive off. It takes everything I have for me not look in the rear view mirror.

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The sunlight brightens up my kitchen. It’s so glistening I can almost smell it. I take this as a sign that this is going to be a good day. I cried buckets and buckets last night but I’m finally back at my own apartment. I feel like I let out all the bad feelings and only the good ones are left. I can do this. I can start back on my own. Kian is has still tried to contact me in any way possible, but I’ve just kept on ignoring him. It will end soon. If I’m moving on, he has to too.

I decide to start my day off by checking my social media. I stroll to my bedroom to get my laptop. I rummage through my unorganized things until I see my laptop carrier. But when I pull it out, it feels too light.

No no no. I left it! I left back at the house! How could I have done this!? I need it. If anything, it’s the most important device I need. I guess I was rushing too much that I didn’t bother to check to see if my laptop was actually in there. That’s a stupid move on my part.

I think quick on my feet and grab my keys. I hurry to my car and pull out. If I’m fast enough, I can beat Kian to the house before he gets there.

Thank God the police didn’t pull me over. I’m made it here way too quickly. I don’t exactly how fast I was going, but it sure wasn’t the speed limit.

It was worth it, though. There’s no car in the driveway. I’m safe, for now. I rush out of my car and get to the door. I’m about to put the key in, but then I see something in the corner of my eye. I turn to the window and I can faintly see someone. As I focus harder, I can clearly tell that it’s Kian.

No, I cant do this now. My heart begins to race as I duck down so that there’s no chance of him seeing me. I start to crawl under the window when I stop in my tracks. My ears can hear what’s going on inside.

“But I thought she understood Jc!” I hear Kian yell.

“Kian, calm down. I’m on your side. I bet she did. But Kian, it’s not your fault and it’s not hers either. You just have to accept that she doesn’t want a life like this.” I can tell that that’s Jc’s voice.

Now that I know that they are talking about me, I can get myself to keep moving. I have to keep listening.

Then I hear Kian raise his voice. “Jc! That can’t be true! It has to work! We have to make this work! I wish she gave me a chance to make things right or even answer my calls! I just can’t believe she left! I feel so lost without her here! She’s my everything! I can’t move on without her! She’s like a piece of me that has now left forever. I just…” He stops and I can hear his sniffling.

Oh no. I hurt him. I really broke Kian by doing this. I thought I would be the only one who would have to go through the pain, but I was so wrong.

I’m sitting here, not knowing what to do. I need to avoid Kian so him and I can get through this without hurting even more. But he sounds like he cares more than I thought he did. Will I show weakness if I go in?

Screw my thoughts. I get to my feet and walk through the door. On the other side I see Jc’s and Kian’s head turn to me. I feel tears fall down my face, but I stay frozen, not letting my face give any expression.

Kian is quick to stand up and rush over to me. “(Y/N), you’re here.”

“Wait,” I bark. “Let me talk.” I take a deep breath. “Why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” he repeats my question. “Babe, you said you were leaving me. You expected me to not come back?”

“Of course I knew you would come back,” I admit.

“Then?”

“Why did you come if you don’t care about me as much as I care about you?”

A few tears roll down Kian’s face, making his eyes more red and his face puffy. “Don’t care? (Y/N), I care for you so much. Yeah, I know it’s been difficult with me on the road and you here, but I’ve been trying my best.” Kian steps forward so that he is now at arms length from me. “This may not be the most normal relationship, but isn’t effort enough?”

“Kian, I feel so alone without you here.”

He takes one step closer. “I know I know. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less. My job is a big part of my life. I thought you understood that.”

“I do.”

“Then why did you move out?”

“Because… because…” I can’t answer him. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. He has changed my mind in so many ways. “I don’t know anymore.”

He sets his hand on my cheek.  “Please know that I still care for you so much. No matter where I am or what’s happening, you will always be on my mind. Just you and only you. Please, will you come back. I’m staying for one more day before meeting the rest of the boys at our next stop.”

His touch feels so warm and comforting. I don’t know how I can ever live without this. I know now. I made a mistake. Yes, this is going to be hard, but it’s nothing I can’t get though. Nothing that we can’t get through.

“Okay,” I answer him.

That brings a smile to his face. “We are okay, right?” As the same time that he says “right,” he wraps his free arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him so that our bodies touch.

That makes a smile appear on my face. “Right.” Then I start to stand on my tippy-toes so that my face gets closer to his. The air between us gets hot as our lips finally meet after being months apart. It feels good to know that Kian is here, and that he made things right for us. This is exactly what I needed to see what I want in life. And what I want in life is him.

Our lips finally part and Kian says, “Jc, enjoying the view?” I completely forgot that he was here.

“Oh yeah,” Jc answers sarcastically. “You know, after coming back in a plane with you and waiting here for hours, I’m having a great time watching you get in on with your girl.”

I giggle. “It’s nice seeing you too Jc.”

“Yeah yeah. Anyways, can we get something to eat now? I don’t care if I’m the third wheel, I’m just starving.”

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Surprise - Part 3


Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count: 3,594
Warnings: swearing, smut, fluff
Authors: @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll (Caitlyn), @totallysupernaturaloneshots (Becca), and Sam
A/N: I love that Caitlyn and Becca are able to help me out with this series! This is going to be a lot of fun!!!

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I've seen a lot of body positive imagines with the boys reassuring their s/o, so how about one that's the other way around, where the s/o makes sure their self-conscious chubby matsu knows how cute they are? :)

Yes! YES YES TO ALL OF THIS

Okay, so I didn’t write all of the matsus as chubby because I have a really hard time seeing a chubby Todo, Jyushi, Kara and Choro but they all have some beef with their body sooo I guess it counts?

Oso-

He was in the middle of changing when he grabbed at his flab.

‘Maybe I should cut back on the drinking…’

He kept slapping his stomach, watching it wiggle around. He pinched at it, lifted it and when he finally decided to suck it in. You came in and watched him suck in his gut.

“Maybe if I do this, I’d look a lot better…” he mused to himself

You wrapped your arms around him and he jolted in your grasp.

“Wha-what are you doing?”

“I was wondering what was taking you so long.”

“Oh…”

“You know I don’t care about your figure right? I like you for you dork.”

“Yeah but it’d be nice if I had a nice body…I mean it’s hard for chubby guys to get dates.”

“Well you have me.” You nuzzled your head into his shoulder “I wouldn’t worry about other chubby guys. If you got a partner, they can too.”

He let his hold on his gut go and you kissed his cheek.

“You look a lot better like this anyway.”


Kara-

You found him in front of a mirror flexing his arms. You leaned on the doorway, admiring the view when he bent over to check his calves. A smile crept onto your face and you called out to him.

“Nice butt.”

He immediately stood up, turned to you and nervously chuckled.

“My love, when did you get here?”

“Just a few seconds ago actually. I couldn’t help but notice you prodding at your body.”

He looked off to the side, avoiding your face.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing really. I was just…examining my body.”

“Why?”

“I just realized that I have such an average figure compared to my little Jyushimatsu.”

You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head onto his back.

“So?”

“It’s just that he looks a lot like those guys in my magazines…”

“Your cool guy magazines?”

“Yes those.”

“What was the point of you buying those magazines anyway?”

“Too look good enough to get a date…”

“…and what am I?”

“My love.”

“So do you really need to keep looking like those guys?”

“No…but what if you leave me when I stop looking like them?”

Your eyes widened and you pulled away from him laughing your head off as you sat on the toilet.    

“Oh, my poor, sweet, moron Karamatsu. The only reason why anyone would leave you is because you’re painful, not because of your figure.”

“So you won’t leave me because of my figure?”

“Never.”


Choro-

You were carrying a box of merchandise and for the most part, you had it under control but it bugged Choromatsu.

“If only I had a better physique so I could help you with that.”

“It’s fine. I can manage.”

“But I’m your boyfriend, I’m sup-OW”

You stomped on his foot and shot him a dirty look.

“I’m having none of that bullshit. I can carry it and I’m gonna carry it with or without your help.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and muttered to himself

“If only I was stronger…”

“What was that?”

“What?”

“Did you say something?”

“…”

“Choromatsu…”

You put down the box on a nearby table and held onto his hands. He took a deep breath and confessed that he thinks that he should have a better physique, like those guys on the cover of fitness magazines. To this you laughed and you pulled on his hands, bringing him closer to you.

“I like your body the way it is, my precious limp noodle.”

His eyes widened and his face turned red.

“LIMP NOODLE?!”

“You don’t like it?”

“…It’s fine. Anything you want to call me is fine.”

You picked up the box and you both began walking again. Instead of staring at the box he was in front of you, clearing your way so you wouldn’t fall. Choromatsu stopped in his tracks and spoke up.

“So is it okay if I’m a limp noodle?”

“Of course it is, you wouldn’t look good buff.”

“…but if I were to…get buff…you’d stay right?”

“Of course, silly.”


Ichi-

He was sitting on the couch, watching his stomach sit in front of him. He didn’t mind it so much but a commercial of a buff guy who had a lot of girls on his arms caught his attention. He got up and walked into the kitchen, where getting yourself something to drink. He looked at you and then he looked down at his stomach.

‘Maybe I should lose some weight.’

“Ichimatsu?”

It didn’t seem like he heard you and you moved towards him and hugged him. He froze in your hold.

“Are you okay?”

Instead of responding, he pushed you away and walked into the bathroom.

“Ichimatsu…talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!”

“Ichimatsu!”

Annoyed with his behavior, you announced that you were leaving, but you really hid in a closet, hoping to hear what was bothering him. About a half hour later you heard a cat in the room and you instantly put an ear to the door. You heard Ichimatsu talking to the cat.

“Ah. It’s you.”

The cat meowed. A few minutes of silence passed by when he finally spoke up.

“I don’t think my partner finds me attractive…”

‘What the hell is this guy talking about?’

“I watched a commercial with a really buff guy and how he had all of the girls and it made me realize that I’m not good enough for my partner…”

You pressed your ear closer to the door as he continued on his rant.

“People like physically fit people. I’m not physically fit…I don’t think I ever could be good enough for them though.”

‘OH HELL NO! THAT IS IT.’

Having enough of his usual self-loathing, you opened the door and Ichimatsu’s eyes widened.

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN THERE?!”

“…About an hour or two.”

“I THOUGHT YOU LEFT!”

“Surprise?”

You sat down in front of Ichimatsu and put all of your body weight on him, pinning him on the floor. Your hands rested on his stomach and he tried to get your hands off of him but when you dug your nails into his sides he stopped, probably relishing in the pain you inflicted.

“Listen you…I don’t care about what shape your body is in. Well…I mean I do. I don’t want you to get a heart condition or some other illness because of your weight but…I find you really attractive.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So you don’t care if I don’t look like those men on t.v?”

“Hell no.”


Jyushi-

You found Jyushimatsu standing in his underwear, slapping at his skin. A frown painted his face as he talked to himself.

“If I wasn’t so buff maybe I’d look friendlier.”

“Jyushimatsu?”

His frown was replaced with his usual smile and he waved at you.

“Oh hi!”

“Are you okay?”

“I’M SUPER GOOD!”

You sighed, annoyed that he wasn’t being honest with you.

“Jyushi, you can cut the façade, what’s bothering you?”

His frown crept back up to his face and he sat down on the bed.

“It’s just that…I think people think I’m scary.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Look at me.”

Oh man was it hard not to. His entire body was toned nicely, most people would like to have a body like his. However, most people would not do what Jyushimatsu has to do in order to maintain that body of his.

“Okay, what about your body?”

“I look scary.”

“Jyushi, you’re not scary.”

“But I’m huge, muscly and my face doesn’t match my body. It’s scary.”

“It’s not scary to me.”

“It’s not?”

You sat down next to him and started to run your fingers through his hair.

“No. You’re a teddy bear if anything. A really buff teddy bear but a teddy bear.”

“Teddy bears aren’t scary.”

“Of course not silly and neither are you.”


Todo-

Todomatsu was twisting around in front of a mirror, frowning at his reflection. You were sitting on a chair on the side.

“If I had a better figure I could wear this outfit better.”

“Todomatsu…”

“What?”

“You don’t need a better figure.”

“If I didn’t have these hips I would work that outfit!”

“…but your hips are to die for. I’D KILL FOR YOUR HIPS!”

“Oh really?”

“No. I’m not going to kill your brothers for you.”

“Damn it.”

He kept fidgeting with his hips, trying to make the outfit work with him and you wrapped your arms around his hips.

“Would you stop with your hips already?”

“But th-”

“Look, would it help if I told you that I think you work those shorts?”

“…You think I work them?”

“You can work anything you wear.”

“But these shorts are for people with no hips.”

“…and skinny jeans are for people who have no thighs but people with thick thighs still wear them and they look GREAT on them.”

“You have a point.”

He kept fiddling with the pants and you stared at him, raising an eyebrow at his actions. He sighed and he spoke up.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me what you really think about me in these shorts.”

You tugged on the shorts a bit and you smiled up at him.

“They’d look good on my bedroom floor but they look better on you.”

Jimin's Japan Travel Diary 141124

Wow, everyone … I think I’m really bad with computers,..It took me an hour to upload all of my photos .. 

But since it’s for you guys~~ I uploaded them enjoyably hahahaha 
Alright alright, shall we get right into my Japan travel diary

But one thing you should know beforehand is that I only have pictures of me eating ke ke ke 

Anyway, let’s go

Yeah- ah; as soon as we arrived in Japan, with a bloated face, we looked for something to eat kyah-kyah 

PORK CUTLET that I Like so much ~~~

ahheeheeheehee it’s delicious ~~~ 

After, we headed to our hotel. But I think I suddenly got sleepy… I think I slept for about 2 hours or so? 

And after I woke up! We finished the day off with our rehearsal for our first Kobe concert! 

(The) next day, since the morning, we, who went to our concert venue, looked for food first~~ 
Such pigs oink oink oink kekeke

This is the place where 2500 people will come in!!!!!

(And) I’ll be singing while standing like this~!!!!

Since our concert ended around dinner time, we ate meat meat meat for our late-night meal!!! One order of meat and one order of sobaaa~

Oh yeah my roommate was Jin hyung. We didn’t choose our roommates in any special way keke If we use the same carrier, we end up in the same room, who will use the room with me next keke Anyway, we finished our schedules for today too!! 

The (next) morning has risen and we looked for food first~~ babbalababbakababbabbab (T/N: Trumpet sounds using the word “rice”)

We had our second Kobe concert. Because we prepared well for it, like this, we came down after completing it well. 

Ah man~ the picture came out cool (T/N: In his Busan accent)

Oh yeah~ I didn’t show you where our hotel was, huh. Our hotel is like next level? (T/N: It’s really nice)

(And) Our night view is somewhat on this level? (T/N: It’s really pretty)

After making a friendship promise with Taetae that we’ll travel together later on while having a can of coke, I laid down to sleep today as well.

kekekekekekeke 

Alright!!! Today is the day we head to Tokyooo~ LET’S GO!!!  

Before we do, we’ll eat some ramen and go~~~ oink oink oink oink oink we’re gonna become pigs 

Ah~ I’m full, stop eating!! Heading over to the airport now!!!

Ueuhh… I was so scared because I thought I lost my ticketㅜㅜ
One of the employees at the airport picked it up (for me)….

Kook-ah, hyung almost got a heart attack ㅠㅠㅠㅠ sigh…

For dinner, we ate some delicious chicken~~~
Jungkook-ah, hyung likes chickennnn give me one 
kekekekekekekekekeke don’t shove it in my mouth you rascal!!!!

After dinner, I finished off my day, exercising restlessly at our place!!

(The) next morning, we once again, went to go eat breakfast, but who puts breakfast on the 33rd floor kekekeke
No joke, right? keke Early in the morning, we grandly went up to the 33rd floor and ate our breakfast keke. 
Alright alright alright alright, now we have to go to our concert. Tokyo concert go go go

At our Tokyo concert, I was happy because I came down after talking in Japanese, which I prepared hard for. proud proud hoot~ 
But that’s not what’s important… our Kookie said he’ll take a picture of us… so move … don’t interrupt us, you humans! (T/N: Because Jungkook said he’ll take a picture of them, Jimin was so happy so he’s telling the others to back away and not to interrupt them while Jungkook takes the photo)

Alright alright today, we finished off our day with Korean food kekeke 
Ah… we do nothing but eat …. the next picture is food too kekekeke We’re pigs, we eat really well 

See, what’d I tell you…. our ARMYs are gonna misunderstand …. now, before we head back (to Korea), I hope no pics of food will come out… (but) I feel like it’s gonna come out…

Anyway, today’s position of my picture is different 
We can see the Tokyo tower.
It’s cool, huh? Keke I want to go up there~ on our last day of schedules; we did an interview for the whole day.. 
All day since the morning ….ha…I’m worried,…

Let’s go, INTERVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FIGHTING!!!

SIGH… 
It ended…. it became dark outside …. I feel like we did 5 days worth of schedules today…
Let’s hurry up and sleep, forget food, let’s just sleep today kekeke 

The round (morning) sun has risen~~~ My face is blo-oh-ated~ Well, you’re pretty used to this side of me, right? keke 
A new day has begun ~~ 

I went to a record shop and I don’t know who this cool guy is but, wow, I wanted to copy him keke wooeeeeeeeeee!!! While I was at it, I even got his autograph too!!

And the place that I really wanted to go to ~~ Sky Tree ~~ Wow!!!!! Bangtan went to Skytree The height was 634M…!!!
I’m afraid… of heights though…

The highest we were able to go up to was 451M
This place is fun
It felt like the buildings looked somewhat like toys and I was a giant? kekeke
I’ll destroy everything 

This part is also scary.. if that broke all of a sudden oh man… so that’s that.

I don’t think I can take out eating in this kekekeke TAKOYAKI~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KEEUUUU It was delicious keke 
Like this, our last schedule has ended and we were on our way back to Korea. Because I was so tired, I don’t have any pictures of us going back to Korea ㅜㅜ 
I’m sorry~~~

This is the picture that I put up on our twitter, when we arrived at our dorm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A week feels so long for some reason … 

Alright alright alright like this, I feel like all we did in our Japan tour was eat? (We ate in small portions yes yes definitely) 

But first, we successfully completed our Japan concert, finished our schedules enjoyably, and came back~ 

Because I thought that you guys would worry about how we were doing I took a lot of pictures so you can see that we came back after having a great time hohoho

To be honest, my previous diary was the first diary that I uploaded and since you guys liked it.. I feel like I had a great time taking these pictures on this trip. If you guys like this too, I’ll take pictures again on our next trip~~ 
I’ll end it here for today, Bye !!!!^^

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“Huh? Oh yeah, this view is nice.” NicoMaki

Nico couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that out of all days for her girlfriend to be walking around their apartment with only underwear on, was the day the younger girl didn’t feel like having sex. She did it because it felt comfortable. While Nico on the other hand couldn’t keep her gayness down, her eyes glued to the redhead since she walked in.

“What’s for dinner?” Maki suddenly asked, breaking Nico’s dirty thoughts.

“Um…fish?” Nico unconsciously replied.

“If that’s what you want.”

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#9

I am INCAPABLE OF DRABBLING. It is not a skill I possess. So, here’s 2500 rambling words, inspired by #9 off mirandasmadeofstone‘s prompt list from earlier today. It has not been revised or edited, just blurted out by my fingers in a near continuous sitting. Hope you like it!

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Rae felt something flick against the side of her neck and looked down to see a tiny scrunched up piece of paper on her desk. She shot daggers over her shoulder at Finn Nelson, who undoubtedly threw it at her. She turned around in a huff and brushed it to the floor. “What a prick,” she muttered lowly, before she focused back on her book.

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Harry’s Tie

 "Babe,“ Harry suddenly drew out from behind you as you had just began prepping your face with a coat of foundation. Harry had asked you to be his date for the evening as one of his companions was to get married and you had accepted the invitation, seeing as you had nothing else to do.
"Hm?” You carelessly hummed out as you roughly blended your foundation with a fluffy brush, staring at your skin in the mirror as you did so.
“Could you do me a huge favor?” Harry inquired as you glanced back at his seated features upon the toilet.
“What?” You slightly furrowed your eyebrows at his tone.
“I left my tie in Zayn’s earlier,” Harry briefly explained as he locked his phone and leaned over to set it on the bathroom counter you stood at, “and I was just wondering if you would be an absolute love and go get it for me?”
Harry,” your shoulders sagged as you threw your head back in protest.
“I’m on the toilet,” Harry tilted his head at you just as you became aware of his nude lower half, “and that prune juice’s just kicked in.”
“Sure took it long enough,” you trailed off as you glanced over at your cosmetics, “I still have to do my makeup.”
“Yeah and I still have to finish, bathe, and get ready,” Harry nodded at you as he slightly widened his eyes.
“Which takes you a grand total of, like, maybe thirty minutes,” you rolled your eyes as you set your hand on your hip, “and you know I need at least thirty just for my makeup. I still have to get dressed and do my hair.”
Y/N,” Harry sighed out as his palm went to brush over his features, “c'mon, be a babe.”
“If we end up getting there extremely late, I don’t want to hear anything from you,” you shook your head as you set your foundation brush back down on the bathroom counter before turning to retrieve the robe you had always traveled with.
“Ooh,” Harry brushed off your statement before his features pinched in pain, “close the door, close the door.”
“Have fun,” you sang sarcastically as you stepped out of the washroom. The sound of Harry’s pained groans were the only response you got as you tightened your bathrobe across your body. Before too terribly long, you had swiped the room key and headed for the heavy room door before quickly slipping out. The boys had, thankfully, all booked rooms on the same floor so you didn’t have to walk very far to make it to Zayn’s nearby hotel room. You had rushed to bring your knuckles down on the door before impatiently tapping your foot against the carpeted hotel floor. A few passing moments had gone by before you were almost positive Zayn had either already left or was occupied. Soon enough, though, the door swung open to reveal Zayn’s cousin.
“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?” Zayn’s family member cocked his head at you, his eyebrow arching in the process as he worked on carefully tying his tie.
“Harry left his tie with Zayn,” you rolled your eyes and shook your head before smiling up at the kind male, “you wouldn’t happen to know where it is, would you?”
“Sorry, no,” Zayn’s cousin shook his head at you before sending a nod further into the hotel room, “go and ask Zayn, though; he’ll know. I’ve gotta go call the car. See you soon, though.”
“Yeah, thanks,” you tightly smiled as you watched him rush away before you sighed and walked further into the cold room, closing the door behind you, “Zayn?”
“Washroom,” came Zayn’s loud reply, making you pad towards the bathroom, your hands stuffed into your pockets.
“Hey,” you smiled as you poked your head forward to get a view of Zayn cautiously working on his hair.
“Oh, hey,” Zayn glanced at you in the mirror before you were met by his familiar smile, “what’s up?”
“Harry left his tie here and was wondering if I could get that from you,” you sighed as you weakly smiled.
“Oh, yeah… Give me a minute; yeah?” Zayn sent you a nod before you reluctantly agreed, “take a load off.”
“Thanks,” you forced a smile as you proceeded into the bright lavatory before pushing the toilet cover down and sitting upon the ceramic substance.
“Has Harry finally,” Zayn trailed off as a little grin made its way onto his features before he laughed out and went back to blow drying his hair, “eh… Did that prune stuff work?”
“Yeah,” you laughed and nodded as you straightened in your seat, “just as I left, actually.”
“Good,” Zayn let out a small laugh as he turned of the blow dryer and set it on the counter.
“It’s kinda his fault, though,” you wrinkled your nose as you tilted your head and stared at the chilly tiles beneath your toes, “that sea bass really smelled suspicious, yet he still stuffed his face like somebody was trying to take it from him.”
“Aha,” Zayn laughed out and nodded at you, wrinkling his nose int he process, “what an idiot. Let me go get the tie, I’ll be back.”
“Alright,” you pursed your lips and nodded just as Zayn turned to exit the loo. A few moments of silence went by as you stayed seated before Zayn let out an audible grumble.
“Eh, bad news,” Zayn came padding back into the washroom, “Niall must’ve took Harry’s by accident last night.”
Cr*p,” you mumbled under your breath as you stood from the toilet, “alright, thanks anyways. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Wait out here,” Zayn’s hand had suddenly caught hold of your wrist as you almost passed him to leave, “we’ll tell Niall to come bring it, so you’re not going back and fourth.”
“Eh,” you trailed off as you sent a glance towards Zayn’s hand on your skin, “okay; thanks.”
“Sorry,” Zayn gently laughed as he drew back and drew his gaze elsewhere.
“That’s alright,” you shrugged and shook your head nonchalantly as you walked back to the toilet you had earlier been sat upon. Zayn only sent you a small smile before he called for Niall to bring Harry’s tie and then went back to setting his hair style with some hairspray.
“Hey, uh,” Zayn paused as he messed with his dark locks, “do you have to do your makeup or something? Perrie’s got her collection in her makeup bag, there. I don’t think she’d mind you using it.”
“Seriously?” You raised your eyebrows, surprised that Zayn would even think to offer such a thing.
“I don’t see why not,” Zayn simply nodded, “go crazy.”
“Thanks,” you smiled as you rose from your seat to go through your acquaintance’s products. It wasn’t as if the two of you had never swapped and used each other’s makeup; the two of you had shared a dressing room a few times throughout your career. Before too long, you had completed most of your look, all the while having Zayn working on his stubble next to you as the two of you comfortably spoke of various topics. The two of you had oddly adapted to each other’s movements as you worked in perfect synchronization, maneuvering around without bumping into each other in the somewhat cramped space you had to work with.
“Could you pass me the bottle, baby?” Zayn had uttered out just as he pointed to a glass bottle of aftershave in a corner closer to you before he seemed to realize what he had just said. You could only smile and reach for the bottle as he rushed an apology.
“It’s all good,” you shrugged as you handed him the bottle of aftershave. A moment of silence passed between the two of you before you heard Zayn’s huff of breath as a small smile crept onto his features.
“You know, I used to have such a crush on you,” Zayn gently shook his head as he stared down at the bottle you had just handed him.
“Shut up,” you furrowed your eyebrows at Zayn in the mirror as you applied a highlighter to your cheeks with a piece of toilet paper.
“Seriously,” Zayn laughed as he turned to look at you.
“I don’t believe you,” you rolled your eyes as you straightened from your leaned position, “you were with Perrie when we met.”
“No, we had separated when we were introduced,” Zayn shook his head at you as he chuckled to himself. You took a moment to think back to the time you had first met Zayn as you stared anywhere other than Zayn’s features.
“Gosh, I totally forgot about that,” you furrowed your eyebrows as you smiled in bewilderment, “that would’ve been so odd, wouldn’t it have?”
“What? You and me?” Zayn questioned as he fiddled with the comb he had been using.
“Yeah,” you trailed off as you focused your gaze on your fresh manicure, “I mean, could you even imagine it?”
“I don’t know,” Zayn huffed out, a small smile creeping onto his features as he shook his head, “it’s odd to think about.”
“Yeah,” you nodded before another pause came between the two of you.
“I’m not saying it wouldn’t have been possible or anything,” Zayn spoke up suddenly, making you look up at his careful features. He most likely thought he had insulted you or something.
“It just would have been weird,” you smiled as you stared back at Zayn.
“Yeah,” Zayn only offered another laugh as he nodded, “could you just see us out and about? The headlines?”
“Well, there already were,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance as you set your palm on your hip, “we hung out long before Harry and I did. People jumped to conclusions the moment we were seen in that Thai place.”
“I remember them well; ‘Zayn sighted with rebound girl,’” Zayn looked up, whimsically and laughed, “not to mention that photoshopped photo of us.”
“Lord, I forgot about that,” you shook your head as you were flashed back to the fake image of you and Zayn holding a mad make out session it in a parking lot. Zayn was just about to speak when an odd noise sounded out in the hallway, making Zayn call out to check if Niall had entered the hotel room. When the two of you had been met with silence, the conversation continued.
“Did Harry ever believe we actually didn’t snog?” Zayn inquired and tilted his head at you, the two of you now fully turned to look at one another.
“I don’t know,” you sighed with another shake of your head, “he always seemed to brush it off before he asked to be 'exclusive’.”
“Exclusive,” Zayn trailed off as the two of you stood still, facing each other, “such odd titles we give one another… I mean, it’s not like we own each other. Nobody can really control what you do.”
“Hm,” you only smiled as you looked up to greet Zayn’s stare. Another silence came over the two of you as you just looked at one another, somewhat enjoying the company.
“Do you ever think about,” Zayn paused as the cramped space between the two of you had become oddly obvious, “what would have happened if we had?”
“I didn’t even know you were interested,” you vaguely shrugged as you simply blinked at the male before you.
“C'mon,” Zayn grinned as he seemed to step closer to you, “how could you not have known?”
What? I honestly didn’t, Zayn,” you laughed in your defense as you diverted your gaze elsewhere.
“Yeah, right,” Zayn rolled his eyes at you, “I was always trying to find ways to talk with you and ask you on little dates.”
“Dates? You constantly used the term,” you paused in thought, “'hang out’ whenever you asked me out. Now, correct me if I’m wrong but that isn’t exactly how you ask out a girl.”
“Because I didn’t think you were interested,” Zayn only chortled.
“Oh, please,” now was your turn to roll your eyes, “who wouldn’t be interested? I mean, really?”
“So,” Zayn shortly diverted his gaze before looking back at you, “you were interested?”
“C'mon,” you groaned as you threw your head back, “you already know; don’t make me say it.”
“No, I’m just asking,” Zayn playfully shook his head and smiled, “seriously, were you interested? Did I have a chance?”
“Of course, you did,” you pursed your lips as you tilted your head at Zayn, not appreciating his making you confess such a thing when you were in a relationship.
“That’s crazy,” Zayn almost mumbled as a pause came where you just oddly stared at each other, questioning each other’s motives as your bodies had started gravitating towards each other before you were interrupted.
You guys,” Niall’s accent gave away his presence, making your body jump away from Zayn’s before the two of you turned to look at Niall’s disappointed features. You instantly felt your face burning as you wondered how long Niall had been listening in on your conversation.
“Niall,” Zayn trailed off as the two of you exchanged glances.
“I think you’d better get back, Y/N,” Niall furrowed his eyebrows at you before looking over at Zayn, “I think it’d be better for everybody.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled before you made your way towards the exit, Niall stretching out his arm to stop you before you passed him.
“Tell Harry,” Niall spoke lowly as he constrained you from proceeding, “please don’t make me do something I don’t want to.”
 You only nodded before Niall dropped his arm and let you pass him. You couldn’t have been more embarrassed as you hurried out of the room, Harry’s tie in hand. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, as well. Harry didn’t deserve such treatment and you already dreaded having to explain such an odd thing before Niall would most likely do it for you.


{A/N: Hope this is long enough, Anon! Have a lovely rest of your day/night and thank you very much for reading!}

He Doesn't Deserve This (Requested)

 Requested by: o2lisawsome

  Okay, you can do this. You can get through the first day of school without it being all bad. Maybe you will have not just a good day, but a really good day. You take a very deep breath, and then open your car door. You swing your backpack over your shoulder as you shut it again.

    As you start to walk inside the unknown school, you take out your schedule to see your locker number. 732. The only problem is though, is that you have no idea where it is. You really don’t want to, but you know you’re going to have to ask someone. You walk into the first classroom you see and ask the teacher. She kindly tell you that it’s in this building, just upstairs you thank her and make your way to the stairs. She probably thought you were a just freshman, not a junior.

    You see the stairs and the end of the hall. As you make your way there, you look at everyone else walking this hall. Not too bad. Not everyone is staring at you like you though they would.

    When you get upstairs, you see the lockers. You walk past each one until you see yours. You had to ask people to move because they were crowding your locker. You hate doing that.

    You take your lock out of your backpack and open it the locker. You just start putting small stuff in it since you don’t have all of your material yet. Notebooks, folders etc. As you are about to close your locker, you see something to your left in the corner of your eye. You turn, and you don’t like what you see. You first see a guy sitting on the floor, with his laptop on his lap. Then you see a group of guys surrounding him. They are teasing him, laughing. You hear things like, “So what? You think you’re famous?” and “You’re just making a joke of yourself.”

    Then you hear the guy on the floor reply with, “If you guys don’t like what I do, then don’t watch me. I’m not asking you guys to.” He sounds hurt, like he’s almost about to break.

    You cringe at the scene. No one should be bullied like that. It hurts you a little just watching because you’ve been there before, so you know the feeling. You start tapping your fingers on the locker door, debating whether you should intervene. It’s none of your business, and it’s no way to start your first day, but you just really want to help. You think in your head for a few seconds, and you just can’t take it. You close your locker and rush over to them. One of them is insulting the guy again but you interrupt him by saying, “Just leave him alone!”

    All of them, including the boy on the floor, look at you, shocked. You still stay looking at them, showing them that you are not messing around. One of them ends up saying as he starts laughing again, “And who are you? His girlfriend?”

    “No,” you demand, “But you guys shouldn’t be bullying him like that!”

    “Like we are going to listen-”

    “JUST GO AWAY!” Your rage built up so much, but it came out louder than you wanted to.

    They all flinch a little, but they start to leave. “Whatever. At least he has a girlfriend now,” one of them says behind him.

   Now when you look around you, everyone else in the hall is staring at you. Your scream attracted everyone’s attention. All eyes are on you. But you don’t cave into their stares. You tell everyone, “What?! I was just helping him!” Then you don’t wait for everyone to get back to their own business, you just turn and sit next to the boy.“Sorry I had to cause all that attention.”

    He looks at you with slightly watery eyes. “No, it’s okay,” he says genuinely, “Thanks for helping me.” The he gives you a slight smile.

    You give him a bigger one. As you look at him, you notice all his features. His dazzling blue greenish eyes. You know, like a blue color but with lines towards his iris of a different shade. And his quiff. His perfect dirty blonde quiff. Oh and his thin lips that make up his perfect smile. You daze out of your examining to ask, “Why were they bullying you?”

    He sighs. “Well, it’s because I make videos on Youtube as a hobby. I love it. It’s just makes me happy, and I have a lot of friends on there. But people her at school know about, and not everyone is so nice about it.”

    “Is that what you are doing on your laptop?” You say, trying to look at the screen.

    He slightly turns it so you can see. He has a video editor open, and you see screen shots of him in the video. “Yeah. I tell my subscribers that I post a video every Monday, but I’m not going to have time after school today. So I’m trying to finish editing it here. Do you want to view it?”

    He seems so nice to you as a stranger, you gladly take his offer, “Yeah, sure.” Then he gives you one of his ear buds. He presses play. You watch as he talks to the camera. He explains that he’s answering questions from Twitter. You laugh a few times by how funny he is. It’s not just some video, he actually puts effort into making his videos funny and good quality. You are very impressed. “Oh my God! It’s really good! And your so funny too!”

    He smiles as he pauses the video. “I’m glad someone likes it.”

That made you feel a little sad. “Don’t worry. Only the important people in your life will understand.” You know it sounds corny, but you feel like he needs to hear it.

    “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thank you again. It really means a lot that you stood up for me. I don’t know where that would have gone.” He pauses, but then he says, “What’s your name by the way? I don’t think I’ve seen you around school.”

    “I’m new actually. This is my first day. And I’m (Y/N).”

    He seems surprised. “I’m Connor. Wow, well I guess this is a unique way to start your morning. What grade are you in?”

    “Junior,” you say, hoping he is in the same grade as you.

    “Awsome! Me too!”

    “What class do you have right now?” You ask excitedly, hoping this just gets better.

    “English with Ms. Martinez.”

     You feel like your heart just exploded. “Me too!” You put your arms up in excitement. When they come back down, one of them accidentally lands on top of Connor’s hand that was resting on the floor. You are about to move it, but you look up at Connor. He doesn’t resist, and you don’t either. Your hands just stay touching each other. Then the bell rings. 

    He smiles as he asks, “Do you want to walk to class with me?”

    “I would love to.”

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Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Eren/Jean

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 2036

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: A stupid story of Jean falling in love with the guy who decided to leave stupid pictures of himself on all of the tester phones in the Apple store.

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In all honesty, everything could have been avoided if Jean had just listened to Marco’s advice and bought a better case for his phone while he had the chance. Still, he’d somehow ended up in his bedroom staring at his fallen phone, the screen completely shattered.

“Shit,” he swore under his breath, retrieving the phone from the floor, careful not to cut himself on the glass. He held the phone closer to his face, inspecting it. The entire screen was wrecked to the point where he’d probably cut his entire finger just trying to unlock it. Jean let out a loud groan because, as usual, Marco was right, he should have just bought a better case, but he’d be damned if he’d let Marco know it. He threw on the nearest jacket and grabbed the keys to his car before heading out of the door.

It was pretty childish, even for Jean, to immediately spend money on fixing his phone just for the sake of proving his friend wrong. Still, he found himself in his car driving to the nearest store in which he could have his phone repaired. His face was contorted into the most annoyed scowl he could muster the entire time and it didn’t help that his phone kept playing his text tone, though he wasn’t receiving any messages.

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Starting Line

Will fidgeted against the iron bench beneath him.  It was neither comfortable nor warm.  The wintery chill had rendered it to a large frozen lump of metal, and his whole backside was protesting.  He hated the cold – hated wearing bulky mittens and itchy hats – yet the snow was something he always thought was beautiful.  Even then, as he waited for the bus heading to his campus, there was a light flurry flustering around him.

You still believe in me, after the things I’ve done.

Will immediately reached into his pocket and hit the volume button until he could clearly hear the lyrics from the large headphones sitting around his neck.  He leaned back until his back hit the freezing bench again and let his thought drift along with the snow and the beat.

You fear for what we have become.

He barely noticed it when someone sat down beside.  He just kept his head turned up to the sky, occasionally seeing his breath floating away from him.

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