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anonymous asked:

*buys the Googles nice blue, red, green, and yellow button up shirts with an embroidered "G" on each of the pockets* You boys need a bit of love sometimes too. *gives Oliver a quick hug before scurrying away*

The Googles stare at you as you hand them the shirts, and Oliver hugs you back with a smile. Once you’ve gone, they try the shirts on, buttoning them up over their t-shirts and glancing at each other. Olive bounces a little and grins. “I think we look spiffy!”

The others roll their eyes at him, but they’re all just quietly pleased.

Chapter 9 of Tale as Old as Time is Up.

“It’s happening,” DumDum said, scurrying about the room, clicking merrily as he put things back in order.

“This morning, he offered to carry me across the lawn because it was damp and he didn’t want my circuits to get wet and short out,” Gabe said with glee, flashing his lights on and off. “The last time it rained, I got flooded out and couldn’t light up for nearly a month.”

“He oiled me without prompting so I wouldn’t rust. Again.” Sam chimed in, hopping up to clear some of the cobwebs that had gathered.

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@sociallyawkwardfoxwriter  FRECKLE TWIN. I too have a spot above my lip and under my eye. I didn’t always love them, but they’ve grown on me. 

@addisonisnightwing, @seiriosblack, @glaciya, @sheerpoetry7, @exhuastedpigeon, @voxxdei, @needs-improvement, @generatorcat

Right? So nice! So nice! I constantly say F*** canon anyway I guess, why should now be any different? : D

@masteroftherebels this is an excellent point. Sunshine Spots :D But… nice ones… not scurry ones (I’m sorry for your sunburn! Dont forget to the put the lotion on your skin… my SotL ref for the day)

@pentapoda  I’ve noticed that! And he looks, so good! SO GOOD. 


I think its decided… freckles he shall have <333 Thank you guys for the positive feedback!!! <3333

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she stared at Pangur for a solid 5 mins (from across the room) before giving in & stalking over

Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern - just the slow erosion of self as insidious as cancer. and like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience; a room in hell with only your name on the door.
—  Martha Manning, Undercurrents
Home Run (M)

Anonymous said to oppamansae:

“I still cannot get baseball jungkook damn that was amazingly HOT ! God damn ! Baseball jungkook X Cheerleader Reader ?! <3 Smutttttttttt~~~~~ with a fluff ? XD - ok im still imagining baseball player jungkook *heart eyes*”

Yeah as shitty as the title is, I can’t think of anything else. BUT YES HERE YOU GO BEAUTIFUL ANON. BASEBALL PLAYER ROOKIE JUNGKOOKIE. 2,036 Words

Pairing: Baseball player! Jeon Jungkook x Cheerleader! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Baseballer au!

Warnings: (slight)fingering, riding, JEON JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by mayfifolle

“And Jeon Jungkook is getting ready to take the next ball. One more home run, and this came is over. All the plates are empty – will he be able to make it?”

The entire arena cheered his name along with the cheerleading squad which belonged to the team containing the star baseball players of Korea, BTS. Not only were their visuals amazing, but they were all-stars, especially the main batsmen, Jeon Jungkook. 

“Takada Naoki is getting ready to bowl, and–” There was a thunderous ‘bang’ which irrupted from the bat of the brunet. “Amazing hit!!”

The crowd went wild as the player immediately dashed off the home plate. You cheered from your stage along with your group of girls – maybe you weren’t the main cheerleader, but you tried your best, kicking and waving your white and blue pom-poms from your position on the side.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” 

The entire stadium chanted as he made it to third base, the Japanese team finally getting the ball, ready to pass it to the keeper. All the cheering stopped for a moment as soon as the ball was in the air, breaths being held in anticipation. The male soon slipped into home base as the ball was caught, the referee bringing the whistle to his lips.

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Imagine Kara and Lena going to a wine tasting together because Kara told Lena she’s never been to one (not telling Lena it’s because alcohol does nothing for her). Lena takes it as she’s just never been to one and invites Kara to go with her one weekend 

-At the tasting Kara doesn’t really know what’s she’s doing and instead of sipping and spitting it out she just gulps the first three glasses down

-Lena looks at her like holy shit and thinks she needs to keep up with Kara so she just starts gulping them down too (except BIG PROBLEM because alcohol actually affects her)

-Lena starts getting drunk off wine and it makes her really handsy, like really handsy, and Kara starts to think Lena is talking in her ear just a little too closely about the wine and cheese combinations, touching Kara’s arm just a little too much, laughing just a little too loud at Kara’s joke about slicing the cheese (well maybe not because that joke is hilarious)

-Kara attempts to cut Lena off but Lena grabs a glass in each hand and starts running away and drinking them down before Kara can stop her and its ridiculous but also super funny and Kara can’t help but laugh at her friend

-By the time they finish Kara has to practically carry Lena to the car and tries to drive Lena home, except Lena is making it incredibly hard to drive with her hand being a bit too hot on Kara’s thigh and shit she’s moving it higher and higher and then Kara all but veers off the road when Lena reaches a particular spot and Lena’s never acted like this before

-Kara has to physically hold Lena’s hand the rest of the way because if not Lena’s hand magically gravitates back to Kara’s thigh and it makes Kara desperately want to forget they they’re just friends and it isn’t appropriate and Lena is only acting this way because she’s drunk

-Once Kara manages to reach Lena’s place safely Kara tries to let Lena walk, only Lena makes it up one step before she’s stumbling and now Kara really does have to carry her up

-The whole way up the stairs Lena won’t stop going on about how strong Kara is and how she’s always loved Kara’s muscles and Kara can feel her throat constrict and her face growing hot and then Lena kisses her pink cheek and Kara almost throws them both off the steps

-Kara somehow pulls herself together and takes Lena to her room and Kara literally almost passes out when Lena pulls her dress over her head and burrows under the blanket, asking Kara to get in with her so they could snuggle

-Kara holds Lena until she falls asleep and accidentally falls asleep herself, and that’s how Kara spends the night over Lena’s for the first time

Stranded (Part 1)

where Y/N is sorry and Harry is angry.

Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking. You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his lips with yours and whispering,

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck. You smiled in gratitude before remarking,

“I think I should be the one saying that.”

Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,

“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”

You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.

“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.

“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.

He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been more content at the moment.

Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.

Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the pair of you didn’t mind.

Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo album.

Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved boyfriend’s clandestine.

But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation, and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.

You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage had been done.

Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders were situated, was an obvious sign of that.

Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.

However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually, Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him, but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near you.

You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be as social as you could in the given circumstances.

Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends, while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.

While you were grateful for the company that she provided, you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had been sent to you.

“We’re leaving.”

As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.

“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some people before we’re on our way.”

“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”

“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”

The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.

Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that you would have to pay the consequences now.

As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.

You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your seat.

Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you nowhere.

“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, just don’t.”

He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to control his temper around you.

It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown that was deadly to even look at.

“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”

This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never, ever speak to you like how he just did.

Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period, opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure that you were happy with him.

“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left unfinished as the car halted to a stop.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it myself.”

“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing, and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.

You tried to refrain him one last time.

“Harry, please stop.”

He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain water pouring down on you heavily.

To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart. Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.

In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around and rain falling hard on you.

Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.

And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street, with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be alright between you two again.

Baby Fever - Derek Hale

Request: can you do a derek hale imagine where the reader and derek are taking care of a baby for some reason and and derek doesn’t really know what to do but the reader does and its really fluffy and stuff

Requested by: Anon

Word count: 636

“Derek” I whisper, “someone’s at the door.” Derek lets out a small sigh.

“I can smell him from here, it’s just Stiles.” He replies, rolling over in the bed and pulling me into his chest. “Just leave him.”

“It’s one in the morning, it has to be somewhat important for him to be rocking up here.” Derek opens one of his eyes and looks at me.

“If I answer him, will you stop bugging me?” he jokes, chucking a shirt on.

“Maybe, depends how I’m feeling.” I say, smirking at him. Derek makes his way towards the front door, me close behind. As he gets close he looks back.

“Someone’s with him, I can smell the scent.” He burrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Who is it?” I question, curiosity getting the best of me.

“I don’t know, I’ve never smelt this scent before.” Stiles knocks on the door again, this time louder and more forceful.

“I know you two are in there! Stop screwing each other and open the door!” He yells. Derek pulls the door wide open greasing the boy off.

“Stiles why do you have a baby?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, “who did you steal her from?” I put my hands on my hips in a disapproving action.

“No time to explain, I will later, just do me a favour and watch her for a bit” he quickly shoves the very little girl into a very un-expecting Derek’s arms. If it weren’t for Derek’s quick reflexes I would have been worried that he was going to drop her. “Thanks! I owe you guys!” Stiles shouts as he quickly scurries away.

I look over at Derek and burst into a fit of laughter. He held the baby an arm’s length away from his body.

“That’s not how you hold her.” I laugh, making my way towards him. I slowly push the baby towards Derek’s chest.

“Can’t you hold her?” he pleads. I give Derek a sad look.

“What? Sourwolf doesn’t know how to take care of a baby? Does he need a human to tell him what to do?” I say in a mocking tone while smirking at him. Derek growls at me in response, startling the baby and causing her to begin to cry.

Derek’s eyes grow wide and he frantically looks at me.

“What do I do?” he whispers, I roll my eyes and take the baby from him. I have never in my life seen Derek Hale be so gentle with something. He was acting as if the baby was glass and he was going to break her.

I gently rocked the baby in my arms, swaying her side to side.

“Just like this.” I smile, as the baby girl begins to calm down. “Your turn.” I give the baby back to him. Derek copies my actions and I suddenly feel a wave of baby fever. Seeing Derek so caring and soft with a baby almost made me jump him right there.

“You seriously feeling like that at a time like this?” Derek smirks, getting more confident with the baby. I roll my eyes and walk away.

“You seem to have this under control, I’m going to sleep.” I walk off and Derek quickly but carefully walks behind me.

“You can’t go to sleep, what if she needs to be changed? Or is hungry?” He says, as I get back into my bed.

“Can you two shut up please? I was just trying to enjoy my sleep but-“ Peter cuts himself off when he says Derek holding a baby.

“How-How long was I asleep for?” He asks, looking at us in confusion.

“9 months, y/n had gave birth 3 days ago.” Derek replies, blankly looking at Peter. Derek puts his hand to his head, rubbing it in confusion.

“I need a drink.”

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Flirt Lane (ft. Jeongguk)

Originally posted by j-miki

Drabble game prompt 53. “I’m flirting with you.”
shy!jk, aka furious amounts of fluff (from the BTS in 10 years!au)
→ 2.5k words

A/N: Highly recommend reading both Yoongi’s and Tae’s versions of this au! It’ll make a little more sense :) Thanks for requesting to my beautiful bby mutual, @dat-town <3 Sorry if it’s not what you expected :( but pls feel free to request more to all my readers! 


You’re feet are killing you, as you scurry around the chapel, careful to take your gig seriously as you snap pictures of every aesthetic scene you can possible capture in the hustle of the wedding. 

Picture of the altar, check. 

Picture of the bride and her bridesmaids, check.

Picture of the groom and his parents, check. 

Snapshot of his members, check. 

Side-view of the flowers lining the entrance, check. 

Long-shot of the entrance, che– oh shit.

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