one year ago i saw you for the first time

November 6th, 2016

Hi T!

I️ hope you don’t mind a little story because today is the one year anniversary of one of the two biggest accomplishments of my life. I️ completed the New York Marathon a year ago today!

I️ wore this sucker for all 26.2 miles. My mom took this pic in the hotel room before I left. When it was my heat’s turn to go to the starting line, they played WTNY over the loud speakers. I️ sobbed and screamed the words so loud I️ genuinely scared people around me.

This photo was taken the first time I️ saw my mom, at mile 7. I️ was still so happy and put together. I️ saw her again at mile 18.5 after watching several people drop out after the Queensboro bridge. I️ was sobbing, I️ tried to tell her I️ couldn’t finish. She kissed my head and said “shake it off - you’ve got this shit” (direct quote) and legit pushed me back onto the course.

Somehow I️ made it to Central Park and got my energy back. I️ flew through the last 3 miles and saw my mom again at the finish line - with my boyfriend, who I️ had no idea was there!

A photographer captured this moment as I️ crossed the finish. I️ was crying so hard - I️ couldn’t believe I️ had done this.

Do it for the bling, right? This medal is one of my most prized possessions.

2 weeks ago I️ had my tattoo artist replicate the 1989 handwriting for 26.2. Only .5% of the population has run a matrahon and I️ truly, truly could not have done it without you. Sorry this is so long, but I️ want you to know that you and your music motivated me over that finish line more than anything else. I’m running another marathon in January (ah) and rep has already been so helpful to my running playlist.

Love you so much @taylorswift . Thank you for helping me dream even the most impossible things, and then do them.

Love, J

sarahmgellar: “20 years ago today, I had the greatest privilege to bring Buffy to your tv screens for the first time. It was a long and challenging road to get there. First the movie, then a passed over pilot presentation, and eventually a mid season time slot on a little known network. That first season, we liked to think of ourselves as the little show that could. While we knew the potential, I don’t think any of us saw the lasting impact our show would have. As an actor, you wish for that one role where you can leave your mark and forever be remembered, with Buffy I got so much more. She’s a feminist challenge to gender hierarchy. Buffy may have been the Chosen One, but I was the lucky one. Thank you to Gail Berman for always believing there was a show in that movie. Thank you to Joss Whedon, for trusting me to give life to one of the greatest female characters ever created. Thank you to David, for always being my Angel. Thank you to James for understanding that while Buffy and Spike may have been love/hate, I have nothing but love for you. Alyson, as any woman knows, you are nothing without the love and support of great female friends, so thank you for being that. Michelle, you will always hold a key to my heart. Thank you to all the incredible actors for seven seasons of amazing performances. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the incredible crew that worked tirelessly (and also really tired) to bring this show to life. And lastly, but most importantly thank you to all of you, the fans. We made this show for you, and your unwavering support has kept this show going long past our seven years. You are everything. And always remember…“if the apocalypse comes, beep me” #buffyslays20

xeylah  asked:

Amalas!!! I love your mermaid au, it's so beautiful!!!! Will you share some headcanons about it if you have any? 🙏

I DO HAVE HCS!!
Although my hcs really differ from the drawings, which were mainly for aesthetic reasons and don’t have a story behind them.
‘Cause for my hcs Iwaizumi is the merman and not Oikawa

  • Oikawa is a marine biologist who almost every day goes out to the sea with his little boat to do research and collect data for his thesis.
  • During one of those trips he sees merman Iwaizumi for the first time.
    - Humans know about merfolk and hundreds of years ago they even lived in peace, communicated with each other and saw each other often.
  • But times has changed and know merpeople mostly stay away from humans and Oikawa doesn’t know much about them.
  • He is really excited to see Iwa. 
  • Iwaizumi is really curious about humans and their world. Sometimes he hides under their piers and watches them and listens to their conversations but never shows himself.
  • But he found interest in this young researcher who comes out on his boat almost every day. Iwaizumi still keeps his distant but he shows up more often and shows himself and greets Oikawa from afar.
  • One day Oikawa gets caught up in a storm and he and his boat turn turtle.
  • Iwaizumi rushes over and wants to save Oikawa but he doesn’t quite understand human nature and due his try to rescue Oikawa from the danger of the sinking boat he dives too deep and stays too long under water and almost drowns Oikawa.
  • Oikawa starts to kick and falls into panic. He can’t breath!! Is this merman going to drown him? His he dangerous?
  • Iwaizumi first doesn’t understand Oikawa’s behavior and struggle and tries to calm him.
  • Oikawa gets weak he falls limb and now it’s Iwaizumi’s part to panic.
  • And it clicks! He remembers old tales his grandparents told him, from humans that can’t breath underwater but that a mermaids kiss can make them breath underwater for some time.
  • He has nothing to lose so he tries and it works.
  • He brings Oikawa to a safe place from where Oikawa is able to get on land. Iwaizumi stays hidden behind some rocks and watches until Oikawa gets pick up by the coast guard and gets help.
  • Oikawa is scared and shocked after this. He lost his boat, his laptop, his equipment and some of his data.
  • Some days later when he feels fit again he goes to his pier where his boat used to be located and right there at his pier spot he finds his old laptop. Damaged by water and with a broken lid but somehow it made its way from the ground of the sea to his pier.
  • The next days Oikawa finds more of his drowned belongings at the pier
  • Iwaizumi still feels guilty and roams the sea ground to pick up what he can find from Oikawa’s boat and belongings.
  • Sometimes it’s not Oikawa’s stuff but some human things Iwaizumi found at the ground and thought this could be Oikawa’s.
  • It’s weeks later when Oikawa could finally borrow another boat and start is research again. He still thinks about the merman and hopes to see him again.
  • By now he knows the merman wasn’t to drown but to rescue him
  • And yes, the merman shows up again. More shy than usual but Oiakwa waves him over and shows him with gestures that it’s fine to come over
  • Iwaizumi understand a little human but barely speaks it as he never learned how but he is able to learn it. So Oikawa gives him some lessons.
  • Iwaizumi picked up some words while observing the fishermen down at the piers but some words he picked up wrong or in the wrong context. For Oikawa it’s really fun to hear
  • Their first weeks of communication is mostly gestures, mimics and pointing at things.
  • They meet more often every time Oikawa is out with his boat and develop a friendship

anonymous asked:

Hello – I was wondering if you could please write a future!Iggy-centric scenario where his vision is restored, and he’s with his wife and young daughter (5-7 years old, maybe?) and together they’re combing through many years of photos that were taken (I headcanon that Prompto and his s/o chronicle EVERYTHING in the hopes of sharing it with him one day ^^). Extra bonus if Prompto and Gladio are there with them, and Prompto brought his own stash of pics. =) Thanks so much!

This is adorable! I hope this drabble is okay. It’s technically a little long to be considered a drabble, but I think it’s also too short to be an actual one-shot. It’s full of fluff and feels, so I hope you like it!

The light was still so bright. It had been a month now that Ignis’ vision had been restored—with the help of a very risky operation with a talented surgeon and the assistance of a white mage.  He’d finally gotten his bandages off a few days prior and was able to actually see. When he saw you for the first time since he met you all those years ago when he first left the Crown City, he cried. When he was finally able to lay his eyes on his daughter, his own flesh and blood, he broke down.

Your daughter, Amelie, clung to her father and begged him not to be sad. It was a happy moment, she’d said. For a six year old, she was terribly smart, not unlike her father.

After spending a few much-needed days with his family (and a few long nights in bed), Ignis decided that he was ready to see his friends again. You’d invited Prompto and Gladio to the house for a visit.

“Iggy!” Prompto exclaimed, tackling his friend in a hug the moment he opened the door. “You can see again! Holy shit!”

“It’s quite the miracle,” Ignis agreed. He pointed at Prompto’s chin, the blond hairs neatly groomed into a small goatee. “How long ago were you able to grow this?”

“A few years ago—hey, wait a second—”

“Good to see you, Specs,” Gladio snorted, pulling his friend into a hug. “How’s the wife and Amelie?”

“Oh, how rude of me,” Ignis apologized, moving aside to let his friends in. “Come in. Amelie insisted on helping her mother prepare tea and pastries for your visit today.”

You emerged from the kitchen, a bit of flour on your cheek. “Hi boys!” you greeted, wiping your hands on your pants. Ignis came over and wiped the flour away, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You blushed, gently smacking him on the arm. “Refreshments are almost ready. Go head over to the living room and we’ll bring them in soon.”

The guys went to the next room, with Ignis sitting in his armchair while Gladio and Prompto sat down on the couch. They engaged in small talk, asking Ignis about the surgery and the healing process. Just as Ignis was describing the moment he saw his daughter for the first time, she walked into the room, carefully holding a large tray of baked goods. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, laser-focused on not dropping anything as she made her way to the coffee table.

“Hey, squirt,” Gladio grinned, ruffling the top of her head as she deposited the tray without any casualties. “How’ve you been?”

“Hi, Uncle Gladio,” she replied politely with a curtsy. “Hi, Uncle Prompto. I was just helping Mommy make some croissants. I made these ones!” She pointed to the small, slightly misshapen croissants that were completely covered in icing sugar. “You have to eat them all.”

“Done and done,” Prompto saluted the little girl and dove in as you brought the tea and Ebony into the room.

“Woah, Prom,” you snorted, handing Ignis his Ebony before pouring tea for everyone else. “Slow down or you’ll choke.”

“No I won’t,” he retorted with a full mouth. Gladio rolled his eyes, pulling Amelie into his lap. She tugged at his hair and he told her she could braid it, but she had to be gentle. Ignis just smiled. He missed his friends and their antics. He sipped his coffee as you kissed him on the cheek and retreated momentarily.

“Love?” he called, glancing over to the hallway. “Where are you going?”

You returned with a shoe box, one that looked rather worn and sat on the arm of the chair. You draped an arm over his shoulder and placed the box in his lap.

“I wanted to show you something. Prompto brought something for you as well.”

Ignis looked up at you questioningly, but opened the lid of the box. Inside was stacks upon stacks of photographs, spanning over ten years. Ignis picked them up, his fingers shaking as his eyes scanned over the images. He looked up at you again, tears in his eyes.

“You…kept all these?”

“I wanted to show them to you one day,” you smiled, leaning your forehead against his. “I never gave up on the possibility of you being able to see again one day, Iggy. I didn’t want you to miss anything. Look,” you held up a small stack tied with a lavender ribbon. “These are from when Amelie was born. The first time you held her, her first steps…”

You went on, showing him the different stages of your relationship, and photos of Amelie as she grew up. He finally had visuals to go with the memories he kept safe in his mind. He couldn’t get the smile off his face.

“You are the most incredible person I’ve ever known,” he gushed, holding you close. “Thank you for this.”

“Where’s my hug?” Prompto chimed in, holding up his own stack of photos. “I brought pictures too!” He handed the photos over, and Ignis laughed as he went through them. “They’re of us. All of us, back when we were younger.”

Ignis stopped as he came across a picture of himself, Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis. It was before he’d lost his vision in Altissia, and they all looked so happy. He sighed, quietly, gripping the photo a little tighter in his fingers.

You smoothed his hair comfortingly. “He’d be so happy for you,” you told him. “For all of us.”

“I know,” Ignis agreed. He looked over at Amelie, beckoning her over. She hopped down from Gladio’s lap, who now had pigtail braids on each side of his head, and climbed into her father’s lap. He pointed at Noctis’ face and said, “This is your Uncle Noctis.”

“Is Uncle Noctis the one who brought the light back?” Amelie asked, looking up at Ignis. He nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“He’s the reason why your mother and I met in the first place.”

Amelie smiled, taking the photo in her hands. She kissed the picture before looking down at it fondly. “Thanks, Uncle Noct.”

Ignis let out a laugh and held Amelie close. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he’d become—he thought that after losing his vision, he would never live a normal life again. He never thought you’d stay with him, much less marry him. He never imagine himself as a father, because he never allowed himself to think of a life separate from his service to the Crown. But with his daughter in his lap, you at his side, and photographic proof that he’d been through hell and lived, he knew he was the luckiest man on Eos.

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Take It or Leave It 4

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Song: Feeling Good - Michael Bublé

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“Paulina! What is Harvey doing tomorrow morning?” Was your greeting as both you and Harvey walked to his office. 

Paulina looked up from her desk. “There’s a meeting with Travis Hill at 10 and then a meeting with Andrew Washington at 3:30.”

You nodded. “Okay then. Push the meeting with Hill. I need Harvey." 

"How do you need me, Y/N?” Harvey smirked and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Jokes aside, Harvey. The phone call earlier wasn’t just for fun; Mr Stark was calling me to tell me that Ross and his attorney turned up without my consent nor presence." 

"God damn it, that’s an offence. What are we doing tomorrow morning?" 

"Going to court. We’re getting a TRO for Ross. And a warning for his attorney, whoever the guy is." 

"Good idea. Good to know I didn’t hire you just based on looks.” 

You smirked. “You think I’m pretty, Mr Scott?” 

“Don’t push it.” But even he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

The next morning, both you and Harvey, who had agreed to help you, stood in a court room with Emory Myers, the prosecuting attorney which you were not happy about in the slightest.

"I’m not in the habit of just handing out TROs, Miss L/N.” The judge told you as you stood before her with Harvey at your side. 

“I know your honour, now just hear me through. I had a phone call from my client yesterday afternoon stating that Secretary Ross and his attorney had visited them with my consent nor presence. All I ask is for a Temporary Restraining Order against Secretary Ross and a warning to Mr Myers for the offence." 

Myers was quick to stand up for himself. "Your honour, we did no such thing as the defence claims." 

"Objection, your honour! I have evidence to discredit his claims." 

"Like what? Your honour, whatever it is it’s completely fake.” Myers was quick to rebut your statement.

“Well unless I woke up in Russia this morning, this transcript and video recording are very much real.” Harvey smoothly discredited the man with a smirk.

“Please pass forward the evidence.” The judge commanded and you did so, passing a memory stick and the transcription forward.

“This seems legitimate. Prosecution, do you have any evidence to discredit this.”

“No, your honour.”

“TRO and warning granted. Watch yourself, Mr Myers.” The judge gave the man in question a meaningful glance.

You shared a look with Myers and said nothing as he glared at you, walking out. You calmly walked back to Harvey who was still stood, waiting for you. 

“Miss L/N?” 

You turned to face the judge. “Yes, your honour?” 

“I must wish you luck. People are heavily ambivalent about the Avengers considering recent events. You’re going to have to fight hard to convince the jury to see them as Not Guilty.” She looked at you seriously.

You inclined your head. “I know, your honour.”

She inclined her head in return before walking off. You turned to Harvey with a tired look on your face. “Why Myers? Of all the possible people why did it have to be him, Harvey?” 

“The guy’s an asshole and you’re going to be working like hell to win this case because goddamn it I am not letting you lose your winning streak now.” 

“Not that you actually care about me then.”

“Of course not.” He said and you nodded smiling.

Back in the office, you were in over your head in work, relaxing sea waves sounds playing from your laptop. Well, when you say office, you meant building because truth be told, you were currently sat on a conference room table papers, strewn all around you; a black pen tucked into your messy bun; a highlighter in your mouth as you flicked through a file as you dived into the deep end of discovery. When Paulina had swung by with coffee she had just stared at you and wordlessly handed you the hot beverage. Honestly, she couldn’t be blamed for her actions because there had to be at least fifty boxes packed with files and paperwork. She had left quickly and that was an hour ago. You hummed quietly, trying not to let the stress get to you but that was quickly ruined as a commotion started outside. Everyone was rushing to the elevators and you couldn’t understand it in the slightest. Carefully manovering off the table without disrupting any of the papers, you quickly slipped your heels back on and paused the sea sounds before walking out to see what it was all about. 

The thing is, you heard the problem before you could see it and what’s worse, you could see Allanah Wood, the managing partner who took over when the firm ousted Hayden Hughes, making her way into the fray and the crowds parted like the Red Sea. 

“Mr Stark, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Allanah’s polite voice made everyone go silent apart from the occasional whisper; because of this you slowed your stride to see how it would play out. 

“I know it is. I’m here to ask a question to someone.” Tony’s ego never ceased to amaze you, despite the fact you had been friends with him for years.

“As Managing Partner here, you can ask me any questions you need to.” Allanah’s cool outward appearance shone through the curious cloud all the others present were emitting. 

Tony laughed. “I’m sure I can but see, the thing is that I’m here for someone very specific and you won’t be able to answer my question.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” 

“However, I am so sure though.” You stepped into the clearing of people next to Allanah who looked pissed that you were interfering.

“Bunny!” Tony grinned when he saw you and spun you around in his arms, which was very uncharacteristic for the billionaire and you quickly pushed him away for personal space. “It’s been so long!”

You could feel rather than see all the looks you were getting and it was doing wonders for your confidence as it was sending it sky high. “Tony. I was there yesterday morning; that isn’t exactly a long time ago.” 

“Actually it is thirty two hours, twenty four minutes ago which, in case you hadn’t noticed, is a very long time.” He looked very smug as he removed his glasses and looked around with that arrogant air that he somehow made work. “Thanks for the welcome party, Bunny, but it wasn’t necessary.”

“Careful there, Tony, you almost sounded kind of humble.” You teased.

“Anyway,” The man swiftly ignored your comment. “You didn’t come back to the tower last night.” 

“Look around you Tony, we’re at my workplace which means I have a job and that therefore meaning I must have been working last night.” Sarcastically you answered his non-verbal question.

Tony looked affronted before schooling his expression into his signature smirk. “Are you coming back tonight then?” 

You almost groaned at how persistent the man could be. “Let me show you something.” You dragged him away from the elevators, hardly noticing the gravitation towards you or Harvey magically appearing at your side. You walked him to the conference room you had been in. “See this? This is all for your little boy band. All 52 boxes and currently I’ve only gone through 3 and a bit of them. That’s leaves 48 and a bit of them and that’s-”

“That’s 93% rounded to go.” Tony finished for you as Allanah was doing damage control outside and sending everyone back to work.

“And what have I told you about turning up at the office?” Tony looked at you and just grinned cheekily, knowing full well what had been discussed; the man was infuriating. You began to walk him out. “Now shoo! I have 48 boxes to do and 2 other cases going on so I really need to get back to work. So no, I doubt I’ll be coming back tonight.” 

You could have sworn Tony looked disappointed but you never got to see it properly before it disappeared. “I’ll see you soon then, Bunny.”

“Of course, Tony. You’ll see me soon.” You both shared that knowing smile you had before he got in the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor.

 “What the hell was that, L/N?” Allanah was waiting for you as you turned around to return to your files. 

“That was my longest standing client doing what I told him not to do.” You replied, already walking back to the conference room 

“And Tony Stark is your client?!” She sharply followed you into the room where she was quick to shut the door where Harvey was still stood there, looking at all the files sprawled on the table. “You know something, L/N, when I saw his name on the clientele list, I presumed he was one of the partners’ clients but no. He is your client and has been for a long time and you didn’t feel the need to goddamn tell me?” 

Allanah was angry and that much was blatantly clear. 

“Forgive me, Miss Wood, but shouting around the fact that you have very famous clients doesn’t normally do anything beneficial. You want to know the facts? Hughes gave him to me as my first client 9 years ago, told me to close him as Stark Industries. Couple months later I closed him as Tony Stark and I also took on Pepper Potts on as well, although nothing has ever risen for us to work together. You want to know more facts? The Avengers Corporation and each of its members joined my client list yesterday. Whoopie doo, there’s my main 18 or so clients.” 

Allanah’s expression was stormy yet no sharp tongued response came out. You were both staring each other down before she broke the silence. “Don’t screw this goddamn thing up.” She quickly brushed passed you and strode powerfully out of the other door at the end of the room

“Damn. You’re in deep shit.” Harvey helpfully supplied as your prepared to kick off your heels again before stopping yourself.

“Can I work out of your office for a bit? I can not deal with this many people staring at me as I work.” 

Harvey went to object. Therefore, your well-known puppy eyes came out.

With a roll of his eyes, Harvey grabbed one of the boxes. “Come on, puppy, grab the files and box you were on.” You grinned in success and followed his orders. As you shut the doors behind you, you locked them as well. “Those doors can be locked?” Harvey asked surprised.

You nodded as the pair of you walked to his office. “Electromagnetically, yes. That’s why any files are done in that room for security purposes so what is confidential, stays confidential.”

“Huh.” The senior partner hummed intelligently as he opened the door of his office for you before closing it again. You sat down on to sofa in his office in what you had dubbed, ‘your corner’, as Harvey sat in the seat perpendicular to it. His jacket came off as did your heels as you both got comfy for a long night ahead. Glancing at Harvey, you quirked the corner of your lips up because despite the fact that you helped him on cases all the time, you were obligated to as he was your boss but here he was, dropping whatever he had been doing to help you.

The meeting with the Washingtons had been and gone with a successful wind; by now it was dark outside and soft jazz music was playing as the pair of you sipped some of Harvey’s scotch, a further 19 boxes had been completed. Paulina had bid goodnight to you hours ago when she left so at that point Harvey had taken a break to finish what he had been doing before coming back to you. Humming you sifted through the files with your mentor, highlighting, annotating, sticky-noting, the whole lot and the pile of done boxes were slowly but surely piling up against the other side of the conference room to the uncompleted boxes.  

The rapt sound of knuckles tapping glass dragged both of your attentions away from the papers. Allanah stood at the door, as regal looking as always. “It’s getting late; how come both of you are still here?”

“Did you not see the conference room earlier?” Harvey leant back in his seat.  

She tilted her head and walked in. “I did.”  

“That was only some of the boxes for the case I’m on.” You temporarily stood up before resettling, legs folded underneath you meaning your skirt rode up to your lower thigh. 

“And you convinced Harvey to help you?”

“Actually, he just sat down and started going through the files." 

That caused Allanah to raise an eyebrow at the man in question. "Is that so?”
Harvey nodded. “I couldn’t let my dear associate drown in paperwork, now could I?" 

You snorted into your hand. "You’ve let me drown in paperwork before.”

He gave you a betrayed look and Allanah looked amused at the exchange “Feel free to get food on the firm’s pay. You’re going to need it.” She gave you both a meaningful look before saying goodnight at walking out.

Harvey pulled out his work phone. “Pick a cuisine, hotshot.”

You smiled. “Pizza?”

“Pizza it is.” He called the 24 hour pizza place and placed the usual order you had. 

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BNHA: Chance Meeting

Summary: Shouto looked at him again, this time really looking, and noticed for the first time that the boy was wearing a hooded sweatshirt in All-Might’s colors. He almost wanted to laugh; wouldn’t Father curse at that, seeing an All-Might hoodie in a crowd of people spectating one of his fights.

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Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader

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The storm grew bigger with the minute, the wind was howling and the sea was hitting his water against the cliffs your fathers kingdom was standing on. The thunder stroke down through the sky, lightening your room within seconds. ‘Princess Y/n.’ You startled from the voice and turned away from the window in which you could see the raging ocean under this heavy storm. 'Do you need more candles?’ She asked you polite. You smiled and shook your head, looking back outside.
'Isn’t it beautiful?’ You asked, looking to the chaos. You loved the nature, you loved its disasters and his kindness, his beauty and terror. For you it were signs of god, little fragments that told a tail.
'It won’t be for whoever is out there.’ Kenna replied, standing still aside you at the window. You looked over the rough sea, imagining how it would be for the ones sailing, or the farmers who hadn’t have a proper roof over their houses. Kenna tempered that longing for adventure a little and you just nodded, gazing in the dark. 'You go sleep, tomorrow is a new day in witch mother nature can be kinder.’ She smiled, you looked aside and nodded again, giving the lightning one last look before you turned to bed. But when Kenna left you couldn’t think about something else … what if somebody was out there?

It was early in the morning when you woke up, ate breakfast alone and saddled a horse. 'We go for a morning walk, nothing wrong with that.’ You said to the two servants who followed you anywhere. Kenna frowned her eyebrows and looked aside to Elisabeth who suppressed a smile.
'And it has nothing to do with the storm?’
'Maybe we got a little gift out of the sea.’ You shrugged while pulling yourself in the saddle.
'Probably wood … and seaweed, that is what storms do.’ Kenna replied. You rolled your eyes and looked over your shoulder to the both of them.
‘You don’t need to come, you can stay here, clean the castle walls.’ You stated. It wasn’t a discussion they needed to think long about, they both found their selves a horse and followed you through the large wooden gates out. You were the princess of a king but you father hardly cared about your whereabouts. As long as you studied alongside of him and showed your head on a occasion he didn’t mind your adventurous soul. In all of that you grew a princess of the people, always caring about their health and concerns rather than the battles that needed to be fought. In a way you would be a good queen, as long as you found yourself a husband who was with his head battling the dangers of the lands. But even about that your father didn’t care, for him you could be a lonely queen for the rest of your life. You breathed the salty air in as the white mare beneath you took the path down leading directly to the beach. She left marks in the wet sand as you leaded her to the shoreline. Your eyes trailed down to the beach, the water, the damage that the storm brought on shore. In comparing to this night the sun was shining brightly, blinding you as you looked up to the blue sky.
‘It seemed somebody was out there.’ Elisabeth stated to the wood strangled in between the seaweed. You looked over your shoulder to them both, gazing the ocean.
‘The storm wasn’t kind.’ You whispered while looking back in front of you. The mare underneath you stopped abruptly as she saw something that made her restless a little.
‘What is that?’ Kenna asked, holding her horse still aside yours. You all three looked to what seemed like some wood tangled in fabrics, seaweed … a body.
‘It’s a human.’ You whispered when you recognized a head between all of the damage. You slide down from your horse and gave the reins to Kenna.
‘Y/n, what are you doing?’ She asked tensed as you started to approach the body.
‘Looking if he is alive.’
‘He isn’t a soldier from here.’
‘And because of that we should leave him?’ You asked upset. Kenna looked nervous aside to Elisabeth and you forgot them both while carefully walking over to the man. He had a long brown braid, a certain style of clothing you didn’t saw before. You carefully removed  the wood where he laid under, squeezing your eyes a little when you saw the axe laying around his waist.
‘Is he dead?’ Elisabeth yelled. You pushed your foot carefully against his side but nothing happened. You looked up to the both of your servants before swallowing and crouching down. You took the braid and removed it away from his face. His eyes were shut, everything relax under his death? He laid with his chest in the sand so you really couldn’t see him move. You carefully pushed your fingers against his neck, looking for a heartbeat.
‘He is alive!’ You shouted, a little relieved, maybe you weren’t that ready to see a dead man just yet. You looked back over the man, looking for wounds aside the cut in his forehead. Kenna came down from her horse and walked over, pulling in a breath when she saw the man.
‘He is a pagan.’ She flinched.
‘How do you know that?’
‘Because my village got raid by these bastards way before I came here. We should leave him here, this is bad news.’ Kenna explained. You looked around over the beach, looking for other humans but it was only just him.
‘He is alone.’ You noticed.
‘Maybe the rest of them died in the storm?’ Elisabeth suggested from far of.
‘We need to take him with us, he is maybe wounded, he can die here.’
‘How are you going to do that, walk in and say; “hey father look what I found, a freaking pagan on the beach?” This is insane Y/n.’ Kenna reacted.
‘So you going to leave him here?’ You asked her. Elisabeth leaded the horses closer so she had a better look on the man.
‘He is handsome.’ She noticed. You both looked her way and she blushed a little on the observation. You looked back, not giving her wrong on that statement, he was pretty handsome.
‘We take him. We go in on that secret passage.’ You announced your plan.
‘You going to smuggle a pagan in? Where?’
‘My room.’ You shrugged, pulling the rest of the wood away from his body. You lifted his arm and felt how heavy he already was. So you looked up to both your servants.
‘We are not going to help you.’ Elisabeth said with a concerned look toward the unconscious man.
‘I’m the princess, I command you to help me.’ You never used those words before. They both rolled their eyes and Kenna helped you turning him over before grabbing his feet. In a weird way you succeed to lay that heavy body of him over your horse and lead him back to the castle. You even got him in your room without anybody seeing it.

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Deal and Tease

request: omg hi bb!! could u possibly do a remus x reader imagine where they are making out and then james, sirius, peter and frank catch them and no one will stop teasing remus? ily !! <333

yay i love remus w all my heart so this will be fun, ly2!! 

All the Gryffindors were either watching Ravenclaw v Slytherin at the Quidditch game, hanging out in Hogsmeade or doing homework. It was a rare occasion that every single Gryffindor was out of the dormitory. It was just you and Remus, talking about whatever stories sparked up from different topics. 

“I totally think Ravenclaw is going to win today. Have you seen Lucinda Talkalot’s skills as Keeper? She’s incredible!” Remus exclaimed, breaking off another piece of the chocolate bar you two were sharing. He threw the bar in the space between you two on the couch, as you both were sitting cross-legged on opposite ends of the sofa. 

You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the chocolate bar. “Jackson Flint is the best Seeker Slytherin has see in like a decade! That’s got to amount for something!” 

This caused Remus to let out a bark like laugh, causing you to cross your arms over your chest. “Wanna make this a bet, (Y/L/N)?” He offered, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows. 

“Fine. If I win, you do my Potions homework for a week, and if you win?” You answered.

“If I win…” He hesitated, “You have to do whatever favors I ask of you.” 

You let out a huff and bit the inside of your lip. “Deal.” You reached your hand out and he shook it. As you pulled back, both of you hit the chocolate bar and watched as it fell to the floor. 

You bent to the floor, the same time he did and both happened to grab it. You looked at him and giggled lightly as you both were bent over, faces inches apart. 

He looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes and you looked deep into his. Everything felt right and he must’ve felt the same way because he leaned in at the same time you did. 

Both of your lips touched and everything felt like it was landing in place and that his warm lips were made for yours. Your hands slowly came up to his neck and to the back of his head where you ran your hands through his hair. One of his hands laid itself on your waist and the other cupped your face softly. Neither of you pulled away and the both of you were happy about it. You felt safe as he held you there. 

Although, neither of you heard the portrait open. 

You heard someone cat whistle and both of you pulled apart quickly and looked in the direction it came from. 

“Ohhhh, Mr. Moony found himself a Mrs!” James exclaimed, smiling so wide his cheeks probably hurt as he elbowed Sirius in the ribs lightly. Frank put his scarf and jacket on one of the chairs and started making kiss-y noises before laughing as well as the other boys. 

“Lads…” Remus said as his face turned completely red and he shifted uncomfortably. You on the other hand, were blushing furiously and giggled nervously. You took his left hand in your right and gave it little squeezes. 

“Y’know,” Sirius said as he plopped down in between you two on the sofa and put his arms around both of you, “I always knew you two would end up together, we all did actually, isn’t that right Wormtail?” 

Peter nodded, laughing, “We probably saw it from the first day of school. Five years ago.”

“It was about time, really.” Frank mentioned while sitting down on one of the seats. 

“I’m just so happy that our little Moons found himself girl.” James mentioned, laughing. 

“I’m so going to kill all four of you later…” Remus muttered through gritted teeth as he ran his hands over his face in embarrassment. 

“By the way, Slytherin won.” Frank brought up. 

“Have fun doing my Potions homework Remus.” You smiled and winked at him as you got up and went upstairs to your dorm.

this was actually so much fun to write omg xxx

anonymous asked:

okay but we need to talk serious.. when is penny and reader gonna have the talk about reader getting older and older and older, and possibly die while penny wise is practically immortal?

Oh Jesus. Talk about an emotional scene.. Here’s how I imagine this going.

××××

Years had passed since you first met the clown Pennywise that you would eventually form a bond with when you were only in your teens.

You sat in old house on Neibolt street, much like you a few times a week, waiting for his return. But today was special, It had been 27 years to the day of the last time you saw him, and it was time for him to awaken from his slumber. You weren’t the you person that you one were all those years ago. You sat there at age 45, looking much differs than you had when you first met.

You could hear scratching and a few stray growls coming from inside of the well. It was time. Your heart began to race as you heard the spin grow louder amd louder throughout the house. He was back. before you knew it the was a loud bang and the splashing of water as something burst up for the well. Pennywise rolled out of it, looking the exact same as he had to many years ago. Still groggy from his long slumber and disoriented, he staggered around momentarily before shaking away the decades of sleep and stood up right. Your eye widened, making contact with his golden ones.

“P-Penny..?” You said cautiously as he stared at you. His eyes narrowed momentarily, his fangs starting to peek through his lips as he in he forward, sniffing the air. He thought he had his first meal until he stopped in his tracks, his narrowed eyes pulling back into a look of surprise as he recognized your scent.

He got closer to you, clearly seeing that you didn’t look like to did once. “(Y/N)?” He said in a gruff time as he lowered his body down to you. You smiled, finally see him up close after all these years. You outstretched your hand, culling his cheek. He lowered his head into your hand gently as he ran a gloved finger down your face, stopping at your chin. “You haven’t changed a bit.” You smiled, you could feel the tears welling up.

“You don’t.” He said, squinting.

You scoffed a bit, shaking your head. “Because I’m aging, you don’t. I won’t look like this the next time you see me.“ You frowned a bit, doing the math in your head.

His forehead creased at you comment. “Then what will you look like?”

Your mouth became taut as you shrugged. “If I’m still around.. I’ll be 72.”

You could tell he didn’t really understand what you were get to at. He had a frustrated look on his face, his tongue darting from between his lips. “Where will to be?”

You sighed. “Penny. I’m a human. I’m not going to live forever. One of these days, I’ll..” You could feel yourself choking up at the thought, you swallowed the lump in you throat, “I’ll die..”

He narrowed his eyes at you again, his eyes becoming golden and angry. “No.” He growled.

You wiped away a tear that was seeping out the corner of your eye. “I’m sorry. I would stay forever if I could.”

“No. No. No.” He growled again, shaking his head like he usually did in frustration.

“We don’t have to think about that right now.” You said, placing your hand over his to try and comfort him, “Let’s just enjoy the time that we have now.”

His lips pressed together hard as he nodded, knowing there was no real use I getting angry. “Enjoy the time we have now.” He repeated, wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you into him.

Hair Dye

Scenario: I hope you don’t dye your hair anymore because I really like this shade in my eyes and wow okay here you go again.

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate AU (in which your eyes change colors when your soulmate dyes their hair)

Word Count: 2,058

Author’s Note: This is my first BTS scenario. I told myself I wasn’t going to do this again, because I used to write on Wattpad for 1D, but here I am. Inspired by one of the many ideas on here. I hope you enjoy it ♡

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You noticed your eyes shift colors for the first time four years ago. You were brushing your teeth when you saw it happen in a matter of seconds. Looking closer in the mirror, your natural color was gone, and a light brown had replaced it.

You ran out to where your parents were, tears streaming down your face. You thought you were losing your mind and wanted to know what was happening.

With a chuckle, your father pulled you onto the cushion next to him on the couch while your mother sat on the other side of you.

That was when you learned about soulmates.

Although it doesn’t happen to everyone, your eye color changes whenever your soulmate dyes their hair. Once their hair fades back to the natural color, so would your eyes. Usually, people dye their hair a crazy color to find their soulmate easier, while others would rather wait and see if they can find their soulmate without any help.

Your parents realized they were soulmates a year after they met. They were in love, but weren’t sure if they were with the right person. So, they went down to a corner store to buy cheap hair dye and went back to their apartment. They dyed each other’s hair and watched as both of their eyes changed colors.

Your tears dried up after realizing that this was happening to you.

To say you were relieved would be an understatement. You were happy to know that your soulmate was alive and thriving, but most of all, you were glad they decided to go with a natural color.

You spoke too soon.

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anonymous asked:

have you seen a photo of a perfect horse? The ultimate horse? a horse with qualities to strive for, the UTMOST pony... (i.e a good horse to base horse judgements off of)

nope

but i love most of the things about Imothep

he’s not perfect, as I believe no horse is.. But the first time I saw him several years ago I was immediately in love 

You can’t base judgement of all horses off of a good example of one.. as each breed has different standards that make them unique in their own ways

Please Don’t Say Goodbye (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

Summary: Philip lets you know of the duel he has challenged George Eacker too, and you beg him not to go. However, he still goes and promises you that he will come back. Will your true love return to you, or will you live without him for the rest of your life?

Warnings: Mentions of death and sadness/angst.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2075

A/N: So I know there are many stories like this, but I thought I would add my own version to the mix. While it was interesting to write this, it was heartbreaking. However, I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think of my writing. I love to hear from you guys! Also, thank you so much for all of your support! In the past few days I’ve felt so welcomed on Tumblr, so thank you.

When you had first met Philip Hamilton at the Hamilton’s Winter Ball, you knew your life would change for the better with this man in it. Just as so many people agreed, Phillip resembled his father in a number of ways: he was handsome (and knew it), extremely intelligent, and not to mention he met his true love just like his father.

You had just been standing off to the side of the ballroom, when Philip approached you. He introduced himself, kissed your hand, and asked if you would grant him the honor of allowing him to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room. Blushing, but accepting, you took his arm and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Soon, you two found yourself dancing the night away, and growing closer with each passing song.

The time finally came for the night to end, and you were disappointed because you did not want to let go of the wonderful man you had found. Luckily, Philip felt the same connection and asked if he could write to you. For a few weeks after the ball, you and Philip corresponded back and forth, falling in love with the other more and more with every new letter you received.

Your courtship finally began after a month or so of writing letters; both his family and yours thought highly of your relationship. Just as before, each new day brought something new to share with the other, and some new way to fall even more in love than the day before.

Not long after your courtship began with Philip, you realized how much of a passionate and protective person he was, particularly towards you. While it was  romantic at times to see how much he really cared for you, it also caused you to worry for your courter. Philip would get into many fights with a Mr. George Eacker, and you would always worry he would do some idiotic.

Unfortunately, your prediction came true.

The trouble all started one day as you sat waiting in the park for Philip. You had agreed to meet at two o’clock, but he was well over thirty minutes late. Suddenly, an angry looking Philip came storming through the park, headed in your direction. You instantly stood up looking to comfort him, and asked why he was so upset.

“It’s all George Eacker’s fault. He was being more of an ass than usual.” Philip seethed, trying to calm down for your sake.

Laughing gently, you chided him for his remarks and intertwined your hand with his and led him for a calming walk around the park. Philip and George were never on good terms (similar to Alexander and Jefferson, adding to the list of similarities between father and son), but you were never worried. It was all just talk and no show. That was until now.

Philip still seemed to be rather tense as the two of you walked around the park, so you decided to pry even further.

“Philip, please be honest with me. What did George Eacker do this time?”

Sighing and running his hand over his face, Philip started to explain. “I was walking by him when I saw him talking to a group of men, but I was minding my own business and tried to walk away. Then, I heard him disrespecting my father’s name, he was still trying to hold the Reynold’s Pamphlet against him.” Philip described.

You rolled your eyes at Eacker’s actions, but hugged Philip. You knew he was still upset by what his father did, but he still respected him, and would always try to defend his honor.

Before you could try and tell Philip to just ignore Eacker, he continued. “And on top of that, once he saw me, he suggested I was just like my father. That I would do the same thing with the w-whore girl I was courting.” he finished, whispering the last part.

As you reached your hand towards Philip’s face to comfort him, he took ahold of your arms and looked down at you apologetically. Confused, you titled your head to the side, and tried to figure out what Philip had down. He only ever looked at you like that when he did something wrong.

The worst thoughts running through your mind, a look of horror etched itself on your face. “Philip, what did you do to protect your father’s name?” you inquired, nervous for the answer, your voice quivering slightly.

“I challenged him to a duel.” Philip answered honestly, although his voice was barely above a whisper.

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock and you could feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Why, Philip? Why would you do this?” you pleaded with him, looking up at him with a miserable look on your face.

“I had to! I had to protect my father’s honor, and I had to protect you honor.” he admitted, whispering the last part.

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a strong, protective hug. You buried face into his chest, and he could feel your shoulders shaking up and down as you sobbed.

“Please, please don’t go.” you begged. “We both know that George Eacker is not a man of honor, and he will forfeit all rules of a duel.” you continued, trying to convince Philip to not go through with his plan.

“I must go now, I have already challenged him, and to back out now would give him more to talk about. Tomorrow morning, I will row across the Hudson, shoot my gun in the air like my father advised me to, and come back safe and sound to you.” Philip vowed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You pulled away from him, eyes widened in shock. “Your father knows about the duel and is encouraging it?” you shrieked, now fully stepping away from Philip.

“He is, but please lets not talk about this anymore. Let us spend this afternoon like we originally planned.” Philip said, linking his arm with yours again.

As he tried to pull you away, you stood your ground, still looking angry. “So your saying, there is nothing I can do to convince you to stay away from this duel?” you asked, in a last attempt to protect the man you loved.

“No, but do you want to know what  my motivation is for coming back?” he asked, and when you didn’t answer, he continued. “The moment I came back, alive and well, from that duel, I am going to ask your father for your hand.” he confessed.

A shocked, yet pleased, smile stretched across your face. You stared into his eyes and saw the love he held for you in them. For the afternoon, you decided to forget about the danger Philip would soon be in and enjoy your date.

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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Genre: romance/fluff/love
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 3201 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

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PART 1

PART 2

PART 3


The First time you fought

Reaching sixth grade, you and jungkook were now 12 years old. The age where you start discovering and learning so many things about the world. Also, the time where immaturity starts showing at its finest. Jungkook may have been sweet and kind for all these years but he was slowly changing. Not that it surprised you, because you were changing as well. You both grew a few more inches and Jungkook wouldn’t play with your hair anymore. He wasn’t the shy kookie he was years ago. Through fourth and fifth grade he started hanging out more with the boys and his wild boy nature had taken over him, which turned him into a little devil. Jungkook was starting to hide his real feelings by acting wild. He’d have this new competitive side that was showing up through P.E Class. He would make sure to win no matter what and he’d feel a little salty if he ever lost.

“I WOOONNNN!!” jungkook would shout “Give it to me now” he’d show you his palm

“I don’t want to” you pout “I really cherish that card” you held your favorite Pokémon card tightly

“But I won. You shouldn’t come back on your words when you bet on something” he stares at you

You crouch your shoulders in defeat since the boy won against you. Jungkook was going to take your favorite Pokémon card.It was a rare one yet jungkook was so greedy about winning that game and getting the last card he missed to complete his collection. It was a rare one that you happened to have in your possession since your 11th birthday.

“You’re so unfair, kookie” you frown “Why do you always have to be like that? Let me win once please” you nudge his arm

“Let her win, Jeon. She likes that card so much, do you really want to take it away from her? That’s just plain mean” Taehyung munch on his chocolate cookies

“It’s none of your business Tae” Jungkook give a glare at taehyung

“Yeah sure. It’s none of my business” Taehyung holds his arms in defense “You do you. Don’t include me, if both of you ever break into a fight again” Taehyung keep on eating his cookies

“Whether we fight or not, it’s none of your concern” Jungkook spats back

“It almost sounds like you’re a couple…” Jimin smirks without leaving eyes from his book

You hated it whenever these words were brought up in a sentence. The reason why you despised it? Still unknown by your own best friend.

“You better shut it, Park Jimin” you glare at jimin

“Okay, I’ll shut it if you tell Jeon Jungkook what has been going on for the past few weeks” Jimin replies

Of course, there has to be some things you kept secret from your own best friend. Being cocky like he was, Jungkook was slowly drifting away from you and he hasn’t even noticed what has been going on.

“What has been going on?” Jungkook blinks “Did something happen?”

“Nothing!” you stare elsewhere

“You would know if you spent more time with her” Jimin comments

“You would probably be aware if you didn’t ditch us to play with Bambam” Taehyung drinks his chocolate milk

Taehyung and food were meant for each other and you could find him munching on something no matter where you were.

“Why? Is it that much of a problem if I like playing with other friends?” Jungkook retorts “ I wanted to spend time with other guy friends too!”

“All of this is fine, but that doesn’t mean you have to treat us like this. Especially Y/N.” Jimin sighs

How did he exactly treat you for it to be brought up by your own friends?What happened to you and what had he done to be accused unfairly for being clueless.

“Did something happen to you?” Jungkook turns around to look at you as his black bangs shaded his eyes

“Tell him” Taehyung’s voice was heard

“Nothing” you sighed

“See, she said that nothing is wrong” Jungkook concludes as he turns to look at jimin

“Didn’t your mom teach you how to treat a lady?” Jimin stares at jungkook

“It has nothing to do with this! Why are you bringing up that weird topic?” jungkook makes that confused face

“Jungkook-ah” you slightly pull on his blue hoodie “Please don’t be like that. I’ll just give you something else instead…I just happen to like that card so much”

“Y/N…” Jungkook grabs your hand with that look on his face “You promised to–”

“Jeon Jungkook, let the girl win from time to time” jimin cuts off jungkook “It won’t hurt you to let her win”

“Yeah, Jungkook please go easy on her” Taehyung mutters under his breath

Why are they all teaming up against me?! jungkook thought

“I’m not gender biased. Being a girl does not mean that I shouldn’t compete fair and square” Jungkook crosses his arms on his chest “Right Y/N?” he’d turn to look at you

“Competing with you is obviously not fair, since you’re good at everything!” you pout

“T-That’s not true” he’d suddenly feel shy because of your compliment “Am I really?” he’d chuckle while ruffling his hair

“YEAH!” You retort before pulling your hand away from him

Jungkook’s eyes widen when he sees how you pushed his hand away from you.Were you really mad this time? Were you going to fight this time? For all these past few weeks you’ve been sharing such an awkward relationship where Jungkook was barely there for you and where you’d keep everything to yourself.It felt like jungkook changed.The boy you were friends with in kindergarten was vanishing.

“You stingy! I love that card so much…” you feel tears form in the crease of your eyes

Jungkook felt this slight guilt in the pit of his stomach. Was it that bad? Was this really worth crying over?

“A game is a game Y/N” jungkook retorts “I’m not doing this because I’m stingy. I just won, so you should keep your promise”

“I’m so disappointed.” you reply “I thought you were my friend…” a tear slip out along your cheek

It’s not like I wanted to hurt her feelings or something like that…W-What’s going on

“But we are friends!” jungkook stares at you “Who said otherwise!”

“The way you act says so” you glare at him before walking out of your room

Jungkook’s face seem blown off as he stares at the pink walls of your room. This is the first time you walked off like that. The first time he saw tears on your face. The first time since kindergarten that you cried in front of him.He was the one who promised you he’d protect you and now he just made you cry? He promised to never make you cry and now what? He just broke the promise you both made years ago. He was the one who made you cry and guilt was slowly eating him up.

“Kook-ah” Taehyung stands up “Don’t be like that to Y/N. It’s not right to do that to your best friend”

“W-Why am I the bad guy? I just won for goodness sake!! It’s not like I did something bad….” Jungkook snaps back

Being on a defensive mechanism, Jungkook didn’t want to acknowledge his mistake because he was feeling so awful. He wanted to convince himself that it was not his fault.

“You are, Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin flips the pages of his manga “You’re doing something you’ll probably regret”

Jimin’s words rang a bell in jungkook’s brain.

I’m such a jerk. Why did I do that?!I refuse to turn our friendship into something I’ll regret, he’d internally scold himself

Jungkook gave one last stare to jimin and Taehyung before following you out.Running where you happened to be. Jimin and Taehyung were still in your room

“Do you think he understood his mistake?” Taehyung asks jimin

“He probably did” Jimin smiled “He’s smarter than you” he chuckles

“I’m feeling offended now” Taehyung glares at jimin

Jungkook ran without having a plan in mind.No plan may have sounded dangerous, but not for the boy.  He knew you too well and with the first guess he already knew that you were at the park. Sitting on the swings burying your feet in the sand. He knew that spot was your favorite of the entire area. When he saw you, his entire world brightened up. It was as if he was given a second chance after screwing up big time

“Y/N!!!!” he’d shout

You’d stand up as soon as you see him and start walking away. Jungkook easily catches you up with his incredible fast running skills. He was first at the school’s marathon for a reason.He’d step in front of you and block your path.

“STOP HERE” he blurts out

“You know that you can’t order me?” you push him aside “Step aside, I don’t need a friend like you” you’re about to walk away

Jungkook blocks your path a second time while opening his arms this time

“N-No no!! You can’t just walk away like this!” He grabs your arm “Look Y/N, I made a mistake” his hand’s hold on your arm becomes gentler

You were actually his soft spot. He may have treated you differently than he used to in the past but that was because he grew even fonder of you. Something within him told him that it was a wrong thing to get attached like that which is why he’s been pushing you away and treating you like someone else. He may have avoided girls on a daily basis, but you used to be an exception before bambam showed up and changed jungkook so much.

“I’m sorry for the Pokémon card. I’m also sorry for being such a jerk and most importantly…” he grabs your hand

Jungkook pulls you in his warm embrace as he wraps his arms around you.The hug may have felt slightly awkward because it’s been a while since the last you both showed so much affection to each other.Jungkook was indeed feeling weird and he did not like that new feeling , yet he choose to shrug it off thinking that it’s just temporary.You press your face on his blue hoodie and your tears dry off on him while jungkook feels better now that you reciprocate his hug by wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep our promise to never let you cry” he feels that knot of saliva in his throat

“You still remember that promise?” you feel yourself softening up

“How can I forget that?! It was the first promise I ever made in my entire life” Jungkook blinks innocently “Look. What I mean is that… I did not mean to hurt you” he sighs

“I know that” you stare at him “You have a soft heart jungkook-ah” you smile at him

“Hanging out with too many guys made me stupid… I’m so sorry” he’d ruffle his hair cutely

“That’s mean for your guy friends though” you chuckled

“Oh!” he points at you “I managed to make you smile” he smiles at you

“Why are you like this? I’m going to hit you!” you reply in embarrassment

“Go ahead. Then we can mark this historical moment, where you hit me for the first time”

“You idiot” you chuckled as you pushed him

“But what was Jimin saying earlier about something I’m unaware of?” Jungkook asks you

“Hmm…nothing important”

“Come on tell me! I’m the bestie here! Forget about Kim Tae and Park Jimin!!! Tell me what’s up, Y/N!!” he’d pull on your cheeks

“Then what about you?! Why did you want to steal my pokemon card away so much?!” you send back the question

Jungkook is suddenly taken aback from the suddenness of this question..Of course he wanted that card for a reason, but he was obviously never going to tell you, because the day he does so, he’ll blush forever.

“I wanted that Pokémon card because…” Jungkook cuts himself “No, nothing”

“What is it?” you nudge him “Why?”

“I’m not telling you!” Jungkook shakes his head in embarrassement

Jungkook may have hidden his sweetness under a rebel’s mask for the past few weeks, but his pureness and loving character was still there. He still cared so much for you. The pokemon card he wanted you to give over was because he was planning a surprise for you. After making his pokemon cards collection so big, he only had one left and it would be complete. He knew how much of a dork you were for collecting these cards and treating them like your own sons. That card was going to make his gift complete for you. He was basically planning to gift you all the cards collection for your birthday.

A few Days later….

“I’m sorry man, but I won’t be able to hang out that much with you guys anymore” Jungkook stares at bambam

“Why? Is it because of her?” Bambam smirks

“No, I just want to spend more time with my other friends. I miss them…” jungkook admits

“Why do you hang out with her so much?” Bambam would ask jungkook as they pass each other the ball

“She’s my friend” Jungkook replies “What’s so wrong about hanging out with her?”

“But she’s a girl” Bambam would comment

Jungkook still can’t understand what the deal about hanging out with a girl is when he’s a boy. What was so wrong about that?

“Yeah? What’s the problem?” Jungkook furrows his brows

“You hate girls” bambam comments

“I don’t hate girls” Jungkook snaps back

“But why is it that she’s the only girl you hang with?” bambam tilt his head “Do you like her or something?”

“It’s because she’s special” jungkook replies before he walks away “

  After holding hands and hugging for the past years , jungkook and you learned that doing such things in front of your classmates made everyone misunderstood that you’re a couple. Being childish as both of you were, you decided to cut it off. If there was something that you hated, it was to be misunderstood and teased just because you hung out with a boy. What was the big deal about being friends with a boy? Why did everyone freak out whenever you both were seen together? It gave you discomfort to get teased constantly. Being a girl on top of it, you hated when boys would tease you for liking jungkook. It was only natural for you to stay with jungkook, he was the first friend you ever made.Liking was not a sin and you liked jungkook because he was your best friend.

“If you had to ask me, I think the kids are just being jealous” Taehyung would push away the carrots from his lunch

“Just why?!” you frown “I don’t understand what’s the deal to be friends with a boy! I’m friends with you two yet no one says anything!”

“Y/N. Why does it matter to you so much?” Jungkook sighs “It’s not like it’s that big of a deal.Just ignore them”

“It matters! How can it not matter, when I can’t even hang out with my best friend without getting people think the wrong idea!” you ruffle your hair

“Who cares about what they say” jungkook replies “What’s important is that we’re best friends” he pokes your arm

“Easy to say for you!! You don’t care cause’ you don’t get teased!” you pout

“That’s because the guys are afraid of Jungkook” Taehyung giggles “They can’t come up to him and try to tease him or else” Taehyung fakes a throat cutting motion with his thumb

“But why is it just me and jungkook together in a package?” you complain

“Why, do you hate being shipped with me that much?” jungkook scoffs “I’m LIKE SUPER OFFENDED NOW” he flips his hair

“ That’s not what I meant! “ you chuckled as you ruffled jungkook’s hair “ The thing is that they tease me when I’m with you, but when I’m hanging with Taehyung or Jimin , nothing like this happens” you tilt your head

“She’s right though” Taehyung blinks “Why don’t people tease her for hanging out with us too?”

“That’s probably because we’re not Jeon Jungkook” Jimin replies nonchalantly

“Oh yeah, sure. Jungkook is the best at sports in our class, what did you expect? It’s only obvious everyone’s eyes are on him” taehyung adds

“How does that even make a difference?” you frown “They obviously do this to make fun of me” you bang your head on the lunch table

“Y/N. Do you hate me that much?” jungkook replies in an sad tone “I thought we’d stay friends no matter what and now you’re telling me to stay away from you.Please don’t reject me!!!” jungkook fakes a sob

“It’s not that! Jungkook-ah….” You nudge his arm “Don’t get in their lame game too. Please. You know that this is not what I meant. I just don’t want them to think that w-we….”

“You don’t want to be seen with me because they might get the wrong idea?” Jungkook pouts “Sure, I was that unworthy to be your friend after all” he’d sigh

“Stop being a drama queen kook” Taehyung hits his friends arm

“Did you just hit me?” jungkook stare at taehyung

“No, she did” taehyung points at you

Of course Taehyung had to save his ass from getting murdered. Jungkook would never bear with people trying to hit him unless it was you.

“What I don’t understand is that, why is it just jungkook?” you ruffle your hair in frustration

“Cruel girl” jungkook stares at you

“But jungkook is not just any boy, Y/N” Jimin replies “He’s the friend you hang out with the most.” “It’s natural for people to think that way”

“You got teased by who?” Taehyung munches on his cookies

“Jackson and bambam keep on annoying everyday” you roll your eyes “Someone stop them please”

“Jackson is being like this to everyone” Jimin comments “But hearing that bambam picks on you…that’s weird.” Jimin furrow his brows

“My mom said that when boys pick on girls, they actually like them” Taehyung keeps on munching his cookies innocently

All of you stop eating and stare at Taehyung. Jungkook felt this uncomfortable feeling in his heart momentarily. Bambam may have liked you? What was this negative energy invading jungkook’s body? He didn’t knew either, but he was starting to feel very salty about this topic

“What? Did I say something wrong?” taehyung blinks

“Bambam likes me?” your jaw dropped

“Eat your food kim tae and stop saying useless details “Jimin coughs

“T-There’s no way bambam would be like that.” Jungkook chuckles awkwardly

“Would you return his feelings if he confessed?” Taehyung giggled

“Please tell me you have higher standards Y/N. Please!” Jimin begs you “You’re way too good for Bambam”

“You guys are ridiculous” you chuckle

Jungkook was somehow getting annoyed and angered from the second Bambam, love and you were in a same sentence. His face hardened and his smile faded away.He was young and this was the first time he was feeling this. He kept his lips pressed in a straight line while staring at you. It made him uncomfortable yet so powerless. So what if Bambam liked you? What could he even do? It’s not like it should bother him in the first place. That new feeling in in Jungkook’s system was called Jealousy and he was bond to experiment this feeling more often than what he could think in the future.

TO BE CONTINUED…



The kids are growing up *wipes tears* Jungkook knows how jealousy feels now… T_T

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It Started With...

Summary: Request: Doyoung Soulmate!AU, in which you really want to meet him, but accidentally panic when you do. College!AU

Idol: Doyoung of NCT

Word Count: 1182

Warnings: None

Before you had ever met your soulmate, he had made you laugh. Every time you looked at your wrist, where his first words to you were forever imprinted, you would laugh. Every time someone new came into your life and saw your wrist, they would question under what circumstances the two of you would meet.

Especially when you were younger, when his words made sense to no one since the trend wasn’t in then. His first words exactly?

“It’s not lit, fam.”

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Reputation: The Album Heard Round The World

By: Charlotte Sarraille for Huffington Post
Date: November 11th 2017

You’re listening right now. Aren’t you? You’ve been listening since yesterday, right? I mean, you bought it on iTunes when you saw it wasn’t on Spotify yet, and you’ve been in a T Swift loop ever since. Am I right? Probably…

Well, in case you somehow didn’t know, Taylor Swift released her latest album yesterday. And even if you hated her or wanted to hate her new music, you’ve got to admit: Reputation is pretty great.

The 15 tracks on the album vary in tone and style. There are some songs that definitely reference Kanye and Kim. For example, that fake apology in “This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”? Totally directed at them. Instant classic.

Other tracks on Reputation are all about how in love Taylor is right now. Honestly, though, who wouldn’t write a bunch of love songs about a guy who wants you just as much at your worst as he wants you at your best? The lyrics to the song “Delicate” demonstrate just how lucky Taylor feels to have a new beaux who supports and cares about her so much. She found a good one. I say bring on the love songs, Tay Tay!

Finally, there are songs on the new album that are, most simply put, about life.

No surprise there, though. If there’s one thing T Swift gets, it’s life. She has always known how to write a song that puts into words exactly how you felt that one time you: first saw your soulmate across a crowded room, first got your heart broken, or first realized it was time to admit you’re not the same person you were five years ago (for worse and for better). Yes, Taylor Swift writes songs that become our anthems, because she knows how to perfectly capture in lyrics what we have wordlessly been feeling our whole lives.

This skill of hers is perhaps most apparent in the last song of Reputation: “New Year’s Day”. The final note (pun intended) of the album is a throwback T Swift tune about a nameless boy. In the song, Swift asks him to never “become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.” If that isn’t relatable, then honestly you’re lying to yourself…

But it’s more than just the fact that Taylor Swift knows how to express in song how you felt altering hearing his voice post-breakup. It’s more than a boy or a love story.

It’s what Taylor did.

She came back from what everyone thought was a permanent downfall, creating an album that’s new and different and strong. These songs aren’t about finding Prince Charming. They are about making mistakes, sticking up for yourself, and doing your best with whatever comes your way. And ultimately, Reputation reminds us that no matter what happened this year or last, there’s always the hope, with a little love and support, for a new start.

So thanks Taylor, for giving us so many new and amazing songs to play on repeat (you never fail to write the catchiest melodies!!). But more importantly, thank you for reminding us that reputations are meant to be embraced, destroyed, and recreated all the time. After all, you have to fall down before you can rise up even stronger the next time.

High School Reunion

Pairing: Y/N/Exhusband!Michael

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 11.600+

Summary:  Y/N tries to collect herself together at an old the high school reunion with friends from her teenage days. But she literally can’t enjoy herself in fear of meeting her ex husband and old high school sweet heart Michael

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