that one is a shoe ffs

anonymous asked:

describe the one direction fashion during their album eras.

Up All Night.

Pastel twinks. Giving off that vibe that makes you think they smell like an Oceanside Yankee Candle and freshly cut springtime grass. Would defo date you, open doors for you and smile at you with some sugary fucking tooth-rotting grin. Defo gonna have you back home 15 minutes before curfew with a wink at Mama as he leaves to drive the car that tells your mama he paid for the meal and could probably pay for her house too.

Take Me Home.

Sassy rich-boy fucks. Got that ‘lost my car keys so daddy brought me a new car’ vibe. Wears bowties to a casual as fuck house party. Other dudes think they’re twats but girls think they got dollar dollar hiding in their fancy fucking breast pockets. Lots of monochrome colours, wears white jeans and would probably wink at you as you notice the grass stains.

Midnight Memories.

Greasy gas station rent-boy chic. Excuse me m’aam, our car seems to have broke down can we borrow your cell so we can call a towing service“ Totally not passed them to throw you on the back seat and have the whole squad hit it in their cheap as fuck dodgy car whilst they wait for the tow truck tho. Smell like sweat, tequila and smoke. Bad-boy assholes that don’t believe in money as a concept which is an excuse for them being broke as fuq. Would get drunk with you and complain about captalism and the bourgeoisie. 


Slayin in all black cos it’s everyone elses funeral. Take me To Church plays in the background of them wherever they go. Has the ‘Daddy-doesn’t-talk-about-his-business-with-you’ vibe and you cool with that. Smells like overpowering Gucci cologne on a soft autumn breeze. Hair constantly in a state of ‘i woke up like this but it took an hour to get right’. Most likely actually has money falling out their pockets. Shoes pointier than cheekbones.

Made In The AM.

We’re not like regular dads we’re cool dads. Relaxed and chill vibe, just guys being dudes. The kind of guys who know how to bleed a radiator but know the best guy to get cocaine from at short notice. Would probably reference memes in conversation but only the relevant ones. If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, they are wife material.


Casual Prompto! Look at him wearing his boyfriend best friend’s clothes
D’awww how gross, they match ahahaaha!
Here we go something that isn’t quick this time!
Sister piece to the Noctis one I did a while back

walk together with our hands up in the sky

an: title is from “two high” by moon taxi

spoilers through 1x13 of the punisher

He’s standing in her office, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a head of curly hair piled high on his head, and he’s laughing at something Rachel from sports is saying, his lips stretched wide, his teeth a burst of white against the sunlight shining through the window, and it’s been three months and he’s still a wanted man and all Karen can think is oh thank god.

He glances up, catches her eye, and Karen’s breath catches in her throat. She’s seen him beaten, tired, hiding, terrified and bloody and angry, she’s seen him fight a smile and talk of the terrible greatness of love, but she’s never seen him like this, not a visible scratch or bruise and not even trying to hide how happy he is to see her.

Karen hefts her bag higher on her shoulder, regrets it as she watches the way his eyes dart towards it, a new one without a nice big bullet hole through the bottom of it, regrets the flicker of momentary hurt and confusion it causes as he watches her walk towards him. 

There are flowers on her desk, bright and colorful, the salvia almost a dead match for the blue of his button up, and Karen barks out a laugh as he straightens from a lean, standing to attention like he might have done years ago for a commanding officer, ignores the occupied desk on her right as she bowls into him, arms tight around him, nose digging into his neck as he arms wrap right back around her.

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Hockey Medical Staff Thoughts

  • ‘Is it too much to ask for no injuries for one night?’
  • 'Hahaha, come on Jim, this is hockey.’
  • 'Ah shit, someone is down, who is this?’
  • 'People don’t appreciate how hard it is to run across the ice in tennis shoes. Its really hard, mkay?’
  • 'Oh good, blood on the ice, that’s great.’
  • 'Oh Jesus, okay, don’t panic, don’t look at the teeth laying on the ice.’
  • 'No, really, I don’t particularly want the teeth from the– alright ffs give me the damn teeth.’
  • 'Like we can just pop those back in.’
  • 'Goalie is down, goalie is down, please don’t be a groin.’
  • 'Don’t fall, don’t fall, run fast but don’t fall.’
  • 'Yes you have to come out of the game, you’ve just been hit by a puck, out you get.’
  • 'You’re leaking blood, you can’t stay out here, you’ll frighten the children.’
  • 'Oh ffs, how hard is it to keep your stick out of someone’s mouth?’
  • 'Oh, he’s got tape on his teeth from someone’s stick, how delightful.’
  • 'This towel is going to do absolutely nothing.’
  • 'The game is almost over, no injuries so far, this is oka– are you shitting me? There’s 20 seconds left in the period.’
  • 'No coach, I can’t tell you how the player is doing, I’m currently holding his forehead together.’
  • 'The goalie lost some teeth… How even. What am I supposed to do? Glue them back in?’
  • 'Alright, last three minutes of the gam– oh fuck, duck, duck, DUCK!’
  • I’m so ready for the off-season. I want a vacation.’
EXO reacts: Their girlfriend wants to be tall because she hates being short (ot9)

requested by anon :D I tried to make it gender fluid but it didn’t work out

Originally posted by worship-exo

Kim Minseok/Xiumin

 I can see him as someone who doesn’t really give much thought to your height. Of course he likes to be taller than you, but he won’t admit it to you. He knows that people need time to start loving themselves. Still, as long as he is with you he’ll try helping.

“You know what?”

“What is it?”

“You’re the cutest little bun I’ve ever seen in my life.” he says while grabbing your cheeks in between his hands.

“Oh stop being so sweet Minseok.” you answer happily not really minding his antics.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Kim Junmyeon/Suho

 He gets frustrated everytime you say that, because he likes your height. I think he’s a bit of traditionalist, so having his s/o shorter than him makes you look better. But all in all it isn’t that important.

“If you could at least try to accept it!” he snaps one evening after you criticized hundredth person in the room for being taller than you. “I tried to understand you, so now you should try to understand me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Height doesn’t have much to do with person’s value! Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter how much you want it, it won’t happen (y/n).” you look down, hurt because his anger was pointed at you.

 Junmyeon feels guilty for making you sad, so he comes over to make your eyes meet. He tries to pour as much sincerity into his words as he can.

“It doesn’t matter, alright?”

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anonymous asked:

omg i am so angry what the hell that kind of fans is so scary :( suddenly i remember a few weeks ago a fan posted the video that harry was right in front of her but she just touched his shoe very cutely with her finger (he was standing tho but if she was nasty she would do more right) i wish people would respect him more like her, pls no nasties this is disgusting

I’m not encouraging even touching his shoes without his permission because just because it’s considered “innocent” he still

1) can’t speak up against it
2) has a right to feel his personal space invaded even if fans think aw they touched his shoe how cute
3) hasn’t given his consent.

And the most upsetting thing is that this is all the consequence of enabling stalkers for YEARS, of nurturing this entitlement that fans can do anything with the 1D members FOR YEARS, and it honestly went too far years ago already.

Every single article that sells him/them as a sexual object, every single lie they did with the Carolina song, every single have you ever fucked fans question, and every single enabled flight and FF tracking enables THIS. And as long as there’s even one UA that’s still breathing and living, this problem will stay and the artist is in danger.

If there were actual arrests and bodyguards and injunctions and these HAD any consequence YOU BET it would lessen the stalking/touching/invading personal space. 

I hope his team will get their heads out of their asses and finally start thinking about how far they are willing to go to paint him attainable and a womanizer instead of WHO HE IS because I’m pretty sure this is not the present and the future Harry wants for himself and I wouldn’t be surprised if the con’s started to outweigh the pro’s when it comes to Harry and making decisions about his future. 

holy shit im watching the biggest normies on house hunters international like…. ones a bodybuilder and the other is like fully into shoes and shopping and its like………. the bodybuilder is like i need a room to work out in and put my trophies in and the girl is like ok well i need a room for my shoes and clothes and its like OMFG!!!!! and they are looking at houses and theyre like yeah this would be really great to put my trophies in or like hmmmm i dunno there wasnt anbywhere for my trophies and its like FFS im going to SCREAM i honestly cannot believe people like this exist and breed and make even more normies!!!!

Walk on My Shoes

For Swap Week day 7: Alive (

When Rena Rouge and Chat Noir came to patrol with the idea that they should exchange Miraculouses, Ladybug was 100% sure Rena Rouge, Queen Bee and Chat Noir himself were going to start the Hunger Games to try and get the Ladybug Earrings.

(Not that she didn’t want to do an exchange, either, but between the five of them, they were the ones who seemed to worship her in and out of the masks… Plus, she was also certain Carapace wanted to do it too)

They talked about it with the Great Guardian, and he let them do it as a form of trust exercise. Ladybug, however, started to fear that it was a terrible idea as soon as she saw the amused glint in Fu’s eyes. For the time she had known him, she had learned that he took a bit of fun in the lessons he gave her and the rest of the team. However, Marinette tried to keep herself calm.

“Perhaps it would be fun, after all” she thought to herself as the Great Guardian of the Miraculous ordered them to close their eyes and de-transform as he made the exchange.

“I will escort you one by one to the exit, where you will have five minutes to go home before the other one comes out. Introduce yourselves to your temporary kwami partners and meet for your usual patrol” he said as he placed a box on Marinette’s hand.

“And we come two days later to get our respective kwamis and Miraculouses back, right?” Chat Noir’s voice asked.


Again, Marinette heard the amusement in Fu’s voice.

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thesschesthair  asked:

smut prompt: close friends that were always in love but never got the chance to be together (timing etc). They both know how the other feels, and with only one night left they decide to give in to what could have been, before they have to say goodbye to it (and possibly each other) for good. (one's getting married in the morning or something) Angsty smut! :D

Your wish is my command!

Also on FF.NET and AO3

A lingering glance. A soft smile. A desperate yearning that wouldn’t fade. So much communicated between them without a word. Emma sighs into her wine glass. There just isn’t enough time. There are so many things that remain unsaid between her and Killian. But her bags are packed and a cab booked for 8 am. She is leaving and it was too late. Best leave things unsaid.

The party is in full swing. After a year in London she has returned to essentially say goodbye to Storybrooke forever. Her temporary transfer is being made permanent. The life she has created for herself over there awaited. The new friendships she has formed. The small apartment that she would soon share with Simon.

Good, dependable, kind Simon.

She tries not to think of him as her eyes seek out Killian. He’s done a good job of avoiding her that night. He was still hurt, she knew. The way his face had gone cold when she’d told him she was leaving for good was something she would never forget.

He’d thought she was coming home. He’d thought-

She doesn’t want to dwell on that.

Tipping back her glass, she pulls on a practised smile and pushes her way through the crowd.

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anonymous asked:

Bruuuuuuh sorry to bother you but I'm in serious need of some SoMa fanfics, and by some I mean all the best ones you've ever read pleeeease, ps I LOVE YOU

YOU DON’T BOTHER ME SWEET ANON i love receiving asks, it’s been a while since i read SoMa fanfics so i’ll give you the ones that i have fav on my profile until now :D!! (at least some of them since i have 257 faves)

“I Love Hating You” by  cootiegirl,

“Untouchable” by Kinsler5,  

“Poor unfortunate Soul” by makapedia

“Nothing compares 2 U” by makapedia

“Meisters”  by Oblivion-Time

“First Impressions” by Malakia,  

“Repairing a Broken Soul” by  Narusaku1357,

“Contents under pressure” by redphlox

“the delta sun burns bright and violet" by Poisoned Scarlet,

“A Day In Your Shoes”  by verveine

“When Wrong Things Turn Right”  by bluebloodedphantom,

“Heresy” by khaleesimaka

“Forces of attraction” by khaleesimaka

“The Write Stuff”  by rokkasen

“Office Shenanigans” by Odat

“The weather is fair today, wouldn’t you say?” by  l0chn3ss

“Hit me down sonny” by thebrightestfell

“Fenestration” by Twin-Lupus

AAAND yes i think i’ll finish my list here :’D they are all kind of long and completed AND AMAZING so it should take you some time to finish them all :3!! AND I LOVE YOU TOO!! <3

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Don’t Let Me Go || Lee Jihoon

Originally posted by because-they-re-angels

Title: Don’t Let Me Go ~ Lee Jihoon

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Daddy!Jihoon fluff

A/N: This one didn’t turn out quite the way I hoped it would, but I did end up enjoying it. Here’s some Jihoon fluff for you guys! (I may or may not have died while writing this bc my main bias kills me ffs)

“Are you sure you got understand everything?” [y/n] questioned as she hurried to slip on her shoes, “It’s been a while since you’ve gotten to spend time with [daughter’s name].”

Jihoon chuckled quietly to himself and watched his wife rush around the apartment as he sat back in one of the bar stools, sipping his coffee. He was clothed in nothing but a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black sweats, his dyed hair slightly messy and his face covered in small stubble.

“Do you not trust me or something? She is my daughter you know, I think I would know how to take care of her by now.”

[y/n] sighed as she stopped what she was doing and walked over to her husband, standing in between his legs. She placed her hands on his biceps and gently ran her fingers down the sides of them. Jihoon found himself melting into her touch and reached his hand out to cup the side of her face.

“You know it’s not like that Jihoon,” She replied, “It’s just that I’m a new mother and this is my first day back to work. I’m just nervous. It doesn’t help that you’ve been busy too.”

“I may be busy but I’m never too busy to be a father,” Jihoon responded as his thumb caressed his wife’s cheek.

“I know, I’m sorry Jihoon,” She said quietly, “You just haven’t been around much since the baby was born due to your career. I know you’re an idol and a producer, but you’re only home at night into the early mornings, usually when she is asleep. You’ve never been left home alone with her before.”

“[y/n],” Jihoon spoke, “There is no other way I’d rather spend my one day off than getting to know my little girl even better, even if she’s only 8 months old and can’t even speak yet.”

[y/n] smiled and leaned up to peck her husband on the lips. Jihoon smirked and pulled her closer to his body.

“That was a pitiful goodbye kiss to your husband you know,” He stated cockily.

[y/n] rolled her eyes playfully and leaned forwards to kiss him once more, this time filled with a little more passion as her lips moved in sync with her husband’s. Once they pulled apart, [y/n] grabbed her bag from the counter and turn back to face Jihoon once more before leaving for work.

“Once [daughter’s name] wakes up, I put chopped up strawberries in the fridge. You can feed those to her for breakfast. She does get a little messy when eating though, make sure she wears a bib. And if-“

“[y/n], I got this. I even have all the directions you have written out on this sheet of paper. I think I can handle one day with my daughter.”

[y/n] gave him a nervous smile and a nod before bidding him goodbye and leaving the apartment, causing Jihoon to be left alone in slience with his sleeping daughter in the nursery down the hall.

After 10 minutes, Jihoon had finally finished his coffee and began to clean up a bit around the kitchen. [y/n] had also left him a list of chores that needed to be done before she got home. Today was going to be quite the eventful day for Jihoon. Once he finished the dishes, a small whine was heard from down the hall. Jihoon quickly left the kitchen and walked into the nursery where his daughter laid awake, moving her tiny body around as she stretched. The second she saw her father walk in, she smiled and began to coo softly. Jihoon smiled at this act and reached down into her crib and picked up his daughter, cuddling her closely to his chest.

“Are you hungry?” He asked his daughter as her rubbed her back gently.

[daughter’s name] let out a noise of approval to signal Jihoon that she in fact was, and the growl of her stomach confirmed it. Jihoon walked back into the kitchen and sat his daughter down into her high chair. His daughter began to babble quietly to herself as Jihoon went to the fridge and got out his daughter’s breakfast and placing it on the tray in front of her. [daughter’s name] immediately began picking strawberries out of the bowl and sticking them into her mouth, some of them falling out of her hands causing her to pout and Jihoon to smile fondly at how cute his daughter looked while attempting to eat strawberries. After she was done, Jihoon wiped her mouth from the leftover strawberry goo and picked his daughter out of her highchair and into his arms once more where she snuggled right back against him.

“You’re not as difficult as mommy made it seem to take care of you,” He mentioned even though he knew his baby girl couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

He walked slowly into the living room and to the corner of the room where his daughter’s play pen was located. Once he got there, he placed her inside the pen carefully and gave her a pat on the head before he turned off to go finish cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. Right as he turned the corner to leave the room, [daughter’s name] let out a loud whine in protest to signal her father that she did not want him to go. Jihoon stopped in his tracks and turned to face his baby girl. He walked back over to her play pen and leaned down to look at his daughter.

“What’s wrong baby? Did you need something?” He asked as he rubbed her fuzzy head.

[daughter’s name] fixed her face from its small pout into a smile at the touch of her father. Jihoon smiled and kissed her head before he stood up to leave again. Once more, the entire act repeated itself. Jihoon frowned as he scooped up his daughter.

“Did you not want to be alone?” He asked as he bounced her in his arms on the way to the kitchen.

[daughter’s name] settled herself into his arms played with her father’s shirt in her tiny hands. Jihoon smiled at her as he walked in the kitchen. Every time he tried to place her down so he could get some work done, his daughter would whine until he picked her up again. Jihoon figured that maybe it was because she was still tired. That obviously wasn’t the case because she ended up being like this for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. Jihoon tried to finish the laundry like [y/n] had told him to, but it turns out that it’s a lot harder to fold clothing with a tiny baby in your arms. He even tried to get some of his own work done by going into his mini studio to test out some tracks, but with [daughter’s name] on his lap, she kept trying to touch the different keys on his desktop. Out of fear of her messing something up, he decided against it.

Needless to say it was pretty tiring to manage work with a baby in your arms at the same time. In the end Jihoon gave up and laid down on his shared bed, his baby girl placed upon his chest as he held the remote to their television in one hand, his other wrapped tightly around his daughter. He turned on one of his favorite dramas and let out a yawn as he settled comfortably against the mattress of his bed. Soon enough, he found himself falling asleep to the sound of soft snores coming from his daughter and the drama playing in the background.

[y/n] came home from work not too much longer after that. She too was pretty tired herself and just wanted to relax with her husband and her daughter. She sighed as she walked into her apartment, sad to see it still slightly messy and pissed at Jihoon for saying he would do something but not falling through with it.

She sluggishly walked down the hall and to her bedroom, grimacing at the sound of the television playing behind the closed door. She turned the knob and pushed the door open gently, stopping in her tracks as she noticed the two sleeping figures on the bed. She wanted to be mad at her husband, but she just couldn’t. The sight in front of her was just way too cute. She walked over to the bed and sat beside her husband, shaking his shoulder slightly and watching as he stirred awake. He furrowed his eyebrows together and stretched his body before fluttering his eyes open.

“How was work?” He asked in a deep, groggy voice.

“It was fine,” She responded, “I see you got plenty of work done yourself around here.”

Jihoon caught onto his wife’s sarcasm pretty quickly and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he spoke, “But I really did try to clean for you. The only issue I had was that [daughter’s name] wouldn’t let me out her down. Every time I tried she only started to whine.”

[y/n] smiled and laughed quietly at her husband before placing a kiss to his forehead.

“She just missed her daddy,” [y/n] responded as she ran her fingers through Jihoon’s hair.

“Yeah, well her daddy missed her too.”

[y/n] leaned forwards and pressed her lips gently against her husbands, the two of them kissing for a couple of seconds before a small sound caused them to pull apart. There, their daughter laid on Jihoon’s chest, eyes looking up at both of her parents. Her tiny hands reached out to each of them as if she were motioning both of her parents to snuggle her. [y/n] laid down on the bed next to Jihoon and snuggled up close to her beautiful babies. Jihoon instinctively wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple.

“I should get days off more often,” He said to break the silence, “I’ve really missed this. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

Socks That Look Like Shoes

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Steve Rogers x Reader
Request: “Hi there! I was wondering if you could write one imagine where reader is steve’s wife but he has been distant to her because he feels bad because he can’t give her kids <3 at the end she discovers she is pregnant! so fluff <3 thank you so much I LOVE YOUR WRITINGGG.” -Anon

“What are you looking at?” Steve asked when he found you standing in the center of the baby aisle. (Of all places!)

“Nothing.” You lied quickly. “Did you get the popcorn.” You changed the subject to the reason you’d gone to the store in the first place.

“No Darling.” Steve walked down the aisle and stood next to you. He looked at all of the shelves within your eye level. “What are we looking at?”

“Little shoes.” You gushed. “I don’t know, there’s just something about these little baby shoes that melts my heart. Look they’ve got shoes for every occasion! Shiny dress shoes, little sneakers and look these ones have little flags on them! You love the flag.” Steve rolled his eye playfully.  

“Babies can’t even walk.” He pointed out. “What in the world do they need shoes for?”

“I know. But they’re just so cute!” You exclaimed. “And look for naysayers like you, they have socks that look like shoes!” You reached out and plucked up a package of these socks. It was a three pack. On of them was printed to look like high top sneakers. The second looked like a set of ballet flats and the third was flip flips. “C’mon, say they are adorable!” You demanded, waving the package at him.  

“You’re adorable.” Steve chuckled. He took one of your hands in his and kissed you on the cheek. “Leave the socks Darling, we have popcorn and candy to buy.”

“Alright.” You agreed begrudgingly before hanging the package of socks back on their home peg.

A few weeks passed and neither Your nor Steve brought up your conversation about baby shoes. In fact, you barely saw each other let alone had time to talk. This was normal for you two, at least a couple weeks. That’s what life was like as Captain America’s wife, but soon weeks turned into months and you began to miss your quality time with your love.  

“You’re home!” You called to him cheerily one afternoon when he came home from a particularly long training session with the team. “Why don’t you come watch TV with me? I can put a movie on.”

“Not tonight, Doll.” He frowned. “I’m gonna shower and go to bed.”

“But that’s all you do these days.” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I miss you.”  

“I miss you too.” His sigh seemed almost distracted.  

“Then come sit with me.” You insisted. “Watch a movie with me. Take a break, Captain. I’ve got a surprise for you.” You placed a small gift in his hands that you’d been waiting all day to give him.

“[Y/N], I can’t.” He shook his head and moved to hand the wrapped present back to you.  

“Steve you’re barely home long enough to eat and sleep lately. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.” You placed a hand under ether of his elbows and gave them a gentle squeeze.  

“I’m sorry, [Y/n]. I’m sorry I can’t be what you need me to be.”  

“What are you talking about Steve? You’re everything I need and more.” You tilted your head up and kissed his cheek.

“No, I’m sorry, [Y/N]. I can’t give you the one thing you really want. [Y/N], I can’t have children. It’s a complication from the Super Solider Serum.” He explained to you. “I always thought you might want kids someday, and then that day at the store…”

“Steve, open your present.” You told him quietly.

“[Y/N] I don’t want a present.” He insisted. “I want to talk about this.”  

“Steve open it.” You forced his hands to cradle the small package. He didn’t argue with you anymore. Instead he started tugging halfheartedly at the wrapping. Underneath there was a plain white box. Steve sighed again before lifting off the cardboard top. Inside the box was a pair of baby socks printed to look like a miniature set of sneakers.  

“Is this real?” He looked up and asked you, barely above a whisper.

“As real as you or I.” You promised.  

“We’re having a baby?” His face was now lit up with joy.  

“Yes Steve, we’re having a baby.” You said. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. You laid your head on one of his shoulders and closed your eyes. Yes, life as Captain America’s wife was many things, but boring was not one of them. You were made for each other like two pieces of a puzzle and nothing was going to separate you.

For Who - [BTS] Hoseok!Au

Prompt: I came to choose a sneaker at the shop you worked in, but you half-heartedly help me, are you jealous? 

Originally posted by 94seokk

Needless to say, it has been on your mind of late; of giving him a gift. You saw how worn out his shoes was the last time he played basketball and you thought thaT it would be nice for him to get new sneakers.

“Welcome…” Hoseok lazily greeted you as you walked in. “Oh! Hello!” He beamed at you. There wasn’t any customers around so he gushes to you, cool-ly. “Hi Hobi…” you smiled back. “To what do I owe your visit today?” He asked.

“Well, it’s been awhile since you worked here and I never actually had the time to come see you but today I have an excuse!” You started to trace the designs on the shoes they have there. There was so many new designs, you were spoilt for choice.

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CS FF: Little Terrors

Summary:  Emma and Killian have faced many challenges together, but nothing can prepare them for one of parenthood’s greatest challenges:  leaving the house.  

Note: This was written for the quote prompt:  “Some days it feels more like a hostage negotiation with a band of drunken pirates than actual parenting” for the CS Hiatus Challenge on Tumblr.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Little Terrors: Part 1/1…

“I don’t want to wear shoes!” 4 year old Liam declared with a stomp of his foot, his brown hair flying every which way as he shook his head.

Emma sighed, as she tried to grab his wiggling feet and force the sneakers on.

“Why not?” she asked.

“They make my feet hot.”

“Well, we’re going to Granny’s for your Uncle Neal’s birthday.  No shoes, no shirt, no service.”

“I’m wearing a shirt,” he said with a pout.

“Then you’re halfway there,” Emma said, as she finally managed to get his sneakers on.

Just then, 2 year old Ella came running into the living room, naked from the waist down.  

“No diaper!” she screamed, her blonde curls waving around her head as she shook it.

Emma squeezed her eyes closed. “Killian!” she called.

Her husband appeared a moment later, Ella’s pull-up in his hand.  Emma gestured to their daughter.  

“Care to explain?”

He shrugged.  “I tried, love.  She wouldn’t let me put it on.  I can’t say I blame her.  I too prefer to go sans undergarments.”

“But at least you wear pants to conceal that fact,” she said.  

Emma took the diaper from him. “I’ll try.  Go get Eva in her bedroom.”

Killian headed upstairs and found their 6 year old daughter sitting on her bed with a pout on her face.  

“Come on, love.  It’s time to go.”

“I’m not going,” she declared glumly.  

“And why not?”

“I feel weird today.”

“You feel ill?”

“No, I feel weird.”

“I haven’t a bloody clue what that means.”

“It means I don’t feel like going to Uncle Neal’s birthday party.”

Killian sighed heavily, as he sat beside his daughter on the bed.  He brushed her blonde hair behind her ear. “But, love, there will be cake at the festivities.  You adore cake.”

“What kind of cake?”

“I don’t know.”

“Carrot cake?” she asked, scrunching up her nose.  “I hate carrot cake.”

He sighed again. “I don’t know what kind of cake, but Neal loves chocolate, so I’d say there’s a fair chance of it being chocolate.  Chocolate is your favorite.”

“I don’t like chocolate,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Since when?” he asked, his eyebrows darting upwards.

“Since yesterday.”

“What happened yesterday?”

“I told you.  I stopped liking chocolate.”

Killian groaned and ran his hand down his face.  “Bloody hell.”

He stood up and gestured at her to do the same. “Up.  March yourself downstairs, lass.  You’re going.”

Eva moaned dramatically and then stood up, stomping out of the room and down the stairs.  Killian arrived back in the living room to find his wife with all three children.  Ella had her pull-up on and was now wearing a skirt.   

Killian smiled at Emma. “Ah, looks like we’re making progress, love.  Perhaps we’ll be ready to leave by next week.”  

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Dating Matthew Daddario would include

- being best friends with all the shadowhunters cast
-movie nights every Friday
- cuddles
-“Give papi some love” “in your dreams daddy”
-random Instagram appreciation posts
- “you know what they say about guys with big feet-” “yeah and you’re a size 6 in shoe babe” (idk if that’s true just go with it"
- being his date to everything
- “babe which tie do I wear?” “Does it matter? It’s coming off tonight anyway”
-sexual innuendos all thE TIME
- holding each other when one is upset
- Matthew secretly love watching you do your makeup
-“you look beautiful with and without makeup but you’re a natural beauty”
-being everyone’s relationship goals
- shopping days with Kat and Emeraude
- pulling pranks on set
- being a suggested character on the show
- FaceTime when he’s filming in other places
- shipping malec
-“BABE JUST MARRY HARRY FFS” “what if I wanna marry you hmm?”
-“ I love you” “I love you more Matty”

#10 - plaid

In the beginning of winter, the year they met, Yongsun and Byulyi meet up on a day off. It was only mid-November, Yongsun didn’t expected it to be too cold, and she had only worn a coat and a sweater. It really wasn’t enough, she thought regrettably, as another cold rush of wind traveled down her back.

While Yongsun is pretending that her teeth aren’t chattering, Byulyi takes off her new scarf and wraps it around her companion.

It’s brown, plaid, and Yongsun doesn’t feel cold anymore, not at all.

Yongsun promises she’ll give it back. Byulyi tells her not to worry about it.

That night, when Yongsun returns home, she washes the scarf as delicately as she can and folds it neatly after it dries. She’ll return it to Byulyi the next time they see each other. For now, she feels the weight of it in her hands and decides to sniff it. Only because she wants to make sure it’s clean, of course. For some reason, with her face fully planted in the scarf, Yongsun blushes.

It’s brown, plaid, and somehow, it still smells like Byulyi.

When they meet the next time, she forgets to bring the scarf. She forgets the next time, and the next time, and the next time. It ends up folded next to her gloves and hats and when Yongsun cleans for spring, the scarf gets packed away too.


In the beginning of winter, their second year of knowing each other, Kim Yongsun is a little scared, and she’s a little in love with Moon Byulyi. They’re meeting again for dinner, and this time, Yongsun checked the weather beforehand. Slight wind chill.

When Yongsun unpacked her winter wear, she’d haphazardly thrown her accessories around. Since she was running a little late (the effect of spending too long picking an outfit), she grabs the first scarf she sees and tosses it around her neck. It’s only when she’s walking towards their meeting place that she pulls it over her face and catches a faint scent of something and she remembers what the scarf is.

It’s brown, plaid, and it immediately makes her feel warm all over.

Then Yongsun remembers her promise to give it back, and the warmth she’d been feeling turns to embarrassment. Byulyi had lent her the scarf out of the sweetness of her heart and here she was, going to flaunt the stolen garment in her face. Her only hope was that maybe Byulyi had forgotten about the scarf too.

When she scampers into the restaurant to escape the cold, Byulyi’s already at their usual table with their usual orders and a hot pot of tea, waiting for her. She smiles gratefully and nervously sets her coat and the scarf down on the empty chair beside her. At first, Byulyi only has eyes for her, but then she glances at the chair beside her and Yongsun bites her lip. She’s about to say something but Byulyi beats her to it.

“Nice scarf.” The corner of her mouth quirks like it always does when she’s teasing. Yongsun’s got apologies lined to the alleyway but Byulyi continues. “You should wear it more often.” And she grabs Yongsun’s hand, giving it a tender squeeze.

Despite the garment sitting innocently to her side, Yongsun feels a heat creep up her neck.

In the beginning of winter, after three years, Byulyi and Yongsun are unpacking their stored things together. Heavier curtains, snow shoes, heated blankets, and winter wear. While Yongsun is busy changing the sheets, Byulyi picks up some sweaters to go hang up when she notices something familiar underneath them. Something she recalled buying one day and giving it away the next. Something she saw Yongsun wearing every time they were together in the winter.

It’s brown, plaid, and looks well loved. When she picks it up, it smells like Yongsun, but somehow, also a bit like herself.


1. I’m supposed to be working but nope. I even told @beardfordays I was going to stop texting to focus but nope. *shoulder shrug*

2. I ordered Syd’s costume stuff this morning. She wants to be Harley Quinn….but Suicide Squad dressed Harley. I think we’ve compromised on the short shorts as in she will not be wearing them. The rest will be cute though.

3. I think as a parent you start to see that maybe you aren’t doing as bad a job as you think when you start to see them develop more of their interests and likes. So far I’m doing well with Sydney….Brooke is a whole other beast. Only time will tell….I feel like as long as I can get her to brush her hair, teeth and put on shoes, I’m doing okay.

4. I’m volunteering at their school fall festival for two hours tomorrow. I don’t even know wtf I was thinking. FFS Angela. Making a cake for the cake walk and buying pony plop squares was enough. Fuckin’ overachiever. Now you have to be nice and talk to people and their kids.

5. Less than one month until I get my hands on that beard. I cannot wait. I’m feeling very lucky and grateful today to be loved by such a kind, caring, thoughtful, sexy, smart, and charming man who can sing to me like no one’s business. Hashtag blessed.

Okay, work now, I mean it this time.

(A/N: I am taking this from a personal experience but I put a kpop twist in cause you know. Tbh it was just such a good idea for an imagine that I couldn’t pass ^^” and I know I did a Jungkook imagine but I am gonna repeat cause the guy reminded me of JK, anyways Enjoy!)

Imagine laying in bed with BTS Jungkook. V and Jimin are both in the room as well but they are more focused on the latest app they downloaded rather than you two. Finally after waiting for so long, the distance between you and Jungkook finally closed. This was the first time you were meeting him in person. You both found it hard to see each other, especially with him being an idol and you being a simple fan. If anyone found out you two were talking, not only JK, but BigHit would suffer from your guys romantic interest. The secret was only between a few idols and employees. As V and Jimin continued to chatter on, you decided to make a move and allow you and Jungkook some privacy. You grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over you and him, taking his hand and gripping it in yours. “I missed you” you tell him. He grinned and kissed your hand “I missed you too princess.” You blushed at the nickname and snuggled closer to him. After a while, you got a text from your friend as a reminder that you made plans with them later that day. You look at him with dreamy eyes and he returns the deep stare. He gets closer to your face as you know exactly what is about to happen next. “Are you nervous?” he asked innocently while he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “A little” you replied. “Its alright” he reassured you “Are you ready?”. “Yes” you whisper as you closed your eyes and slowly felt a pair of soft lips on yours. This was your first kiss and you needed to make it count. You both started kissing deeper, inching closer to each other to close the space between you two. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth a few times as he grabbed your waist. You sucked on his bottom lip as you both felt passion passing through both of you. You got a text again and knew that if you didn’t leave soon your friend would be pissed. You gave him one quick last peck as you took the covers off of you and put on your shoes. Jimin and Tae were nowhere to be seen, so you assumed they left after they heard the noises you two shared. “I love you” he said. You turned around to face Jungkook and smiled. “I love you too” you both gave each other a hug as you got up and left his room.

*Later that day through text*

Kookie: Are you up for a round two? I had alot of fun
Y/N: Me too, and I am ready to take on that challenge Oppa ;)