their smiles in the last one


When you look up in a dictionary the phrase “HEAD OVER HEALS IN LOVE”, there should be an audiovisual record of Min Hyuk waltzing into his office like a ray of sunshine with a goofy, megawatt smile plastered on his face; so eager and excited to see BS the first thing in the morning, so loathe to step away from her and unable to even look away. HE EVEN BACKWALKS so he wouldn’t have to take his eyes off her! And all that because how happy he was to meet her last night.

It’s been mentioned many times before that it’s those little things and gestures that matter the most and reveal a lot about a person and their feelings and one of those things are Min Hyuk gifts to Bong Soon which don’t even feel like gifts at first because he always gives them to her so matter-of-factly and subtly. They are so thoughtful and considered as he always manages to give her the things that she needs and wants the most. 

  • When BS feels insecure about her English, MH buys her English textbooks and lets her study during her work time, 
  • when she is hungry or worried he buys her food,
  • when she wants to create a game, he gives her a computer with all the programs she will need 
  • and when she wants to fight the villains, HE CREATES A TRAINING REGIME ONLY FOR HER SO SHE CAN FACE THEM AND WIN. 

That’s only one of the many ways he keeps helping her and supporting her. He doesn’t asks for anything in return, his only selfishnes is that he wants for BS to do all those things with him. It’s enough to make him happy because her happiness is the source of his own.

Fic: The Window Seat

Apparently I am being assailed by plot bunnies. This one hit me as I attempted to sleep last night.

Its just a short one though.


A cloud passed over the sun

He watched her. His wife, his Sassenach. Claire. She sat where she sat every morning, in the window seat of the kitchen. She loved that spot. She stretched herself like a cat in the sunlight and the comparison made him smile. She reminded him of a cat sometimes. At once languorous but with an air of suppressed ferocity. He’d seen her lose her temper.

It was a warm morning. The sun shone into the kitchen and a breeze danced through the room. It lifted her hair slightly and she raised her face towards it, eyes closed. He had known her for a decade. Lived with her, seen her everyday, but even so he could not help but to admire her. The strong line of her jaw, the paleness of her skin, so rich and creamy, that cloud of dark hair that he thought was brown but reflected light in a way that it shone red and gold and silver. He knew what her hair would smell like. It would smell of citrus, a soft tang. It would be soft and wild under his touch. His eyes closed as he remembered the feel of her hair on his body as they made love, the tickle of the curls against his face as they kissed, the softness of it in his hands as he held her close to him.

Sorcha. It was a wholly apt name. Not only Claire in the Gaelic, but light. With the sun shining in behind her she seemed illuminated. Like the angels he would see in the churches of his childhood. Earthly but not. Familiar, but hinting of something more, a promise as yet unrevealed.


His eyes shut briefly as a tear escaped. He opened them. The window seat sat empty. The breeze ruffled the service booklets on the counter. He felt his brother in law’s hands on his shoulders.

It was time.

He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. The scent of her was still here. How long would it linger for? Would it gradually leave this place or would he wake one morning and find that all trace of her was gone?

The memory of that day. Her voice floating through the window from the street outside. Some mundane conversation with a neighbour. Then a squeal of brakes, a scream, the hideous sound of metal making contact with brick, with something softer..

The memory of her lying there. Her hand in his but growing cold as her listened to the sirens coming closer. As he in turns reassured and pleaded. Her hand sliding from his as she left. The feeling that his very core had been ripped from his body.

He stepped out into the garden. The sun was too bright. The cars were there. Black as the wound in his soul. She was there. She was leaving their home for the final time.

‘I will find you, Claire.’ He made the vow he had made a thousand times since that day.

A sob broke free from his throat.

A red haired little girl took his hand.

He looked down at her and stroked her hair, hair so much like his own.

They walked down the path.


I went through my old sketchbook from last year and found some doodles I never shared (with the exception of the Goodbye Albus one, that one i drew yesterday because I was suddenly overcome with feels from @torestoreamends‘s Letting Go fic :p)

The last one is Albus and Scorpius doing Erumpent mating dances during the school ball. Fitting.

anonymous asked:

Akashi, Imayoshi, Hanamiya, Immortal!AU in which they realized that they fell in love with another immortal, who they spent the past century trying to kill.

Imayoshi: There was the sticky texture of blood on his fingers, soaking through his clothes and coating his abdomen. It wasn’t his though; that he was sure of. He could see the heavy flow of blood coming from your injuries, the ones he had inflicted upon you.

His step away from you was more than a little confusing. Was he trying to get you to let your guard down just so he could strike you in the last second? It would be a cruel tactic, but definitely like him.

But Imayoshi was tired. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of chasing you. He was tired of pretending it wasn’t fun having to come looking for you all these years. So he took a few more steps back, sly smile forming as you finally took the hint and ran in the opposite direction. He’d see you again soon anyway, and hopefully under better circumstances.

Akashi: Orders were orders, and Akashi’s was to get rid of any trace of you ever existing in this world or the next. He was the best for the job — and immortal chasing another immortal was a no brainer — and he was good at it too, never failing to accomplish whatever task was given to him. This one included.

Your broken body was slumped over in his arms, no sign of life left in you. He knew better than to believe you’d be gone so easily though, having come back from worse injuries himself in the past.

Hesitation paused his movements, making him wonder why he was suddenly feeling remorse for a target. Why now? Wanting to get this job over with, he made things quick and placed his hands around your head, snapping your neck to make sure you’d stay down for good. His job was done, but there was something in him saying he’d forever miss having you around.

Hanamiya: How many years had he waited for this moment? Had many decades had he fantasized about the exact hour he would steal your last breath? How many centuries had you been his number one priority; the first thing he would destroy when given the chance?

The answer was too many. Yet, now as Hanamiya has a knife pressed against your throat, beads of blood forming along the edge, he wonders why he can’t bring himself to simply kill you now.

A growl rips from his throat as he shoves off of you, stalking out of your sight before you could recover from the attack. His heart is beating fast and he doesn’t know why, but it’s so damn annoying and so damn painful. Hiding away his weapon, he decides maybe he could let you live a few more centuries. At least until he could make heads or tails of the different flips his heart was doing.

anonymous asked:

Oh sorry, it was my fault i didn't send it right 😂 i tried to said that if you could continue the little mermaid au but with janstar, bcs janna was a friend of tom maybe she was worried that he didn't' come back and went to the outside

Of course you can have that! Sorry I was so bad at reading, I hope this is what you wanted!!! I’m really bad at reading I  just suck at everything. I hope you enjoy the story and I hope it’s what you wanted!

Read the last one here!


“Star wait, where did the boys go?” Janna asked. Star stopped kissing her girlfriend and looked over and saw Tom and Marco were gone. Star smiled a bit, hoping there had gone away to get some time alone. Maybe Tom would even get that kiss!

“Nowhere, I’m sure they’re fine.” Star assured, trying to pull Janna down for another kiss. Janna rolled her eyes but kept looking.

“No, they’ve been gone for a while, I’m gonna go check up on them.” Janna didn’t wait for Star to respond, she jumped off the bleachers and went to find her friends. Star bit her lip, she knew Janna meant well but didn’t want her to interfere.

“Janna wait!” Star tried, but Janna was already a ways away, and when Star tried to catch up, her dress got caught in the bleachers. “Ughh! Janna! Hold up!” Star called over.

Janna opened the back door that led out to the football field and looked around, this was the last place she saw her friends go. She smiled a bit thought when she saw Marco, but this faded when she noticed Marco was sitting on the field with somebody who seemed unfamiliar. This made Janna rage. It was clear to her that Tom was in love with Marco, and if that boy ditched him for some other kid Janna was going to kill him!

“Marco Diaz!” Janna hissed, marching up the hill. “You KNOW you promised to come here with Tom and now you’re with… with…” Janna trailed off when she saw Marco sitting next to a demon. Her eyes widened and she gasped. “HOLY HELL!” Janna screamed. She grabbed Marco and pulled him away.

“Janna wait!” Marco begged, pulling away. Janna was shocked.

“I didn’t… I thought all the demons were dead…” Janna backed away. She then at once turned back to anger. “You ditched Tom for a DEMON!?” She yelled.

“Janna no!” Marco assured. “This IS Tom.” He tried. He pulled away and walked over to the demon, holding his hand gently. Janna looked at Marco oddly, trying to wrap her head around this. Her thinking was interrupted by Star darting over to the group.

“MARCO AND TOM HAVE TO KISS!” She screamed, tackling the girl. Marco jumped and Star looked up at the boys. She then got a big smile and jumped up, still standing on Janna, and gawked at the demon. “You did it! You guys got it and you did it!” Star exclaimed. Marco’s eyes popped and he looked at Star curiously.

“You knew?” He asked. Star nodded, still standing on Janna.

“Glosseryk told me everything, but I couldn’t interfere or I would mess it all up! I was trying to push you guys but you both are so stubborn.” She crossed her arms.

“Get off of me!” Janna cried. Star looked down and stepped off of the human girl. She helped Janna up and she looked between the demon and Marco. “You mean to say that Tom was a demon this whole time? I thought all the demons were dead. They were all killed off.” Janna reminded, looking at Tom with awe.

“Not all of us.” Tom finally spoke. “We still live down there. We can never leave though, but I had to when I met Marco.” Tom explained. He then got a look of anxiety. “Please don’t tell anyone about me! If anyone sees me they’ll kill me! Or worse they’ll send me back underground I can’t go back down there I can’t-”

“Tom. Cool it.” Janna told him. Tom shut his mouth and Janna tilted her head. “You’re pretty cool, especially now that you can talk, you can tell me about all your cool demon stuff.” Janna smirked, but continued. “I’m not gonna tell.” She promised. Tom smiled big and looked at Marco, with bright eyes. Marco smiled and pulled the demon down into his arms.

“I told you.” Marco teased. Tom held the human closer and the two laughed a little bit. Star smiled and almost jumped up and down. She then looked up at Janna who was smiling at her girlfriend and blushing a little bit. Star grinned and took Janna’s hand in both of her’s. She smiled and stood on her tiptoes to give her girlfriend a kiss.

“Maybe let’s give them some time to themselves.” Star suggested. Janna laughed.

“Are you saying that because you want them to have time together, or you want US to have time together?” Janna asked. Star blushed and made a scrunched up face. She stole another kiss from Janna and then let her face melt into a smile.

“A little bit of both.” She admitted. Janna giggled and scooped her girlfriend up in her arms, bringing her back off to the party so they could dance together like they always did.


The door opened, and a face she very much wanted to scratch the skin out of greeted her, giving her a rather skeptical look. She extended her hand with a wicked smile on her face.

Jackie: “Jackie, pleased to meetcha!”
Celie: “Are you…here to apply for the job?”
Jackie: *Grins* That’s right!“

The woman gave her one last look over before letting her inside. She almost couldn’t control her excitement, it was just too much fun. She had no idea who or what she’d just invited to her home. Celie called for Victor, announcing her arrival. She could hear his steps on the marble floor as he got closer, completely oblivious to her marvelous plan.

And the look on his face when he at last saw her, was anything but disappointing.

Sweetheart (Steve Rogers x reader)

Rewriting this, I hope I have good memory recall for this. Still on edge from deleting the first draft of this. fuckkkkkk

Description: Steve breaks down in front of you about Bucky. It’s angsty and sad honestly.

“Goodnight everyone!” You waves at the group as you walked away. You had a smile on your face, unlike everyone else. Everyone was exhausted from the last mission, besides you. All you earned back from them were some grumbled goodnights and halfhearted waves. You stopped before leaving, “has anyone seen Steve?” The only person that responded this time was Sam with a barely audible “I don’t know.” You raised your brow, a concerned look creeping up on your face.

Steve had been acting different lately, the stress from his missions catching up to him. Not only that, but ever since Bucky returned, it had been taking a toll on him. He hadn’t been saying much about it, he was usually an open book. A total sweetheart. And you loved him. You and Steve had been together for over a year, every moment with him filled with pure bliss. All you knew was that you wanted to be with him; always.

You decided to check around the tower to try and find your loving boyfriend. Your first stop was the training room. It was dark, nobody was in there. You checked if he had been there recently, but there was no sight of spilled punching bags on the floor. Your suspicions that he was there recently were negative. Concern started to creep up your stomach. You thought of his next favorite place.. the kitchen. The marble felt cool underneath your bare feet as you walked across the open floor plan. As you reached the huge cooking space, memories of all the times you two were in the kitchen trying to make food crept up to the front of your mind. The corner of your mouth pulled up a bit as you thought about it. You flicked on the switch, but to no avail. He wasn’t there. The sick feeling now filled your stomach and crept up to your throat. You thought that he couldn’t have just left, he never leaves without telling you because he knows you get worried. Maybe he was in his room.

The hallways were empty and you cursed yourself for not wearing something warmer. All you were wearing was an old t-shirt and some cotton shorts. The least you could have done was put on some socks, but oh well.

You reached his door, and turned he knob. He wasn’t in there either. But, you stood in the middle of his room, taking it all in. Goosebumps started to surface on your arms and you saw a blanket on his bed. You took it, knowing he wouldn’t mind. You threw it over your shoulders and snuggled your nose into the fabric. You took a deep breath; it smelled just like him. His scent was comforting and familiar, something you hoped you never had to live without.

You slowly turned around in his room. You smirked at his bed, remembering all those nights you made love on it. Your eyes lingered there for few moments, then it shifted around the room. Your gaze finally landed on his photo wall. You walked across the room to it, feeling the carpet in between your toes. You smiled at all the photos, lightly tracing your fingers across them. Most of them were of you and him. Your eyes lit up at one photo from when you took a trip to the beach together. Steve had captured your reaction of the moment he poured sand on your head. The picture showed your shocked face and his side profile smiling at you. That was one of your favorite memories. You looked on at the rest of them and your fingertips stopped on a certain picture. The edges were worn and the picture was fading. Your smile faded as you pulled the push pin out of it and held it in your hands. It was a picture of Steve and Bucky from their army days.. before Steve lost him.

You knew you had to find him, or at least find out where he was. You wanted to be here for him, you always would.

You placed the picture back on the wall and left his room, the blanket still draped across your shoulders, and closed the door softly behind you. You began to walk to the elevator, but stopped in your tracks. You felt your pockets for your phone and realized you had left it in your room. You needed it to call Steve, to make sure he was okay. You entered the lonely elevator and pressed the button for your floor. When the doors opened, you found your hallway, listening to the sound of your feet as the padded against the hard wood.

As you began to walk to your room, you heard soft crying. You became worried, and as you got closer to your room, it grew more audible. Then you realized, it was coming from your room.

You turned the knob and slowly opened the door. It creaked, making your presence known. You saw a familiar figure sitting on the edge of your bed, his back facing you.

“Steve?” You squinted your eyes in the darkness. The concern and worry in your voice made him turn his upper body to you and he quickly wiped away any stray tears that might have been on his face, hoping you wouldn’t see. Oh, but you saw. You always knew when something was wrong, when something was bothering him.

The moonlight casted a shadow across his face, but you could still make out his disheveled, blonde hair and his full lips. You approached him, and let the blanket fall to the ground. You knelt down in front of him, so that you were looking up at him.

“Oh baby..” Your voice trailed off as you cupped his tear stained face, his cheeks flushed pink from crying. Your eyebrows were stitched together with worry and his placed one of his hands over yours.

“Sweetheart, talk to me. I was getting so worried about you.” He gave you a small smile, appreciating your concern and kissed your head.

“I’m sorry I worried you. I went to be by myself and realized I needed you, but I didn’t want to bother you. So, I decided to come to your room. It’s comforting just being here.”

He broke eye contact with you and looked at the floor. “Hey, look at me,” you spoke softly and turned his face towards you, “you could never bother me. I’ll be here in a heartbeat whenever you need me. I was looking everywhere for you.” You broke out a small smile and chuckled.

He laughed a little, but then tears started welling up in his eyes again.

“What’s wrong baby? Talk to me.” Your voice began to break at the sight of the one person you truly loved on the brink of tears.

“It’s Bucky. I thought he was dead.. he fell off a cliff. I went on thinking I would never see him again.” Tears began streaming down his face, making his blue-green eyes seem brighter. “And there he is, still alive, but not the Bucky I used to know. They tortured him F/N. They hurt him in ways unimaginable. And when he saw me.. he didn’t know who I was.” At this moment, he began to sob. You pulled yourself up on the edge of the bed, so that he could lean on your shoulder. He sat there, buried in your shoulder, his arms around your waist. You rubbed his back soothingly, shushing his pain.

After a good twenty minutes of that, he pulled away. “Thank you darling. Thank you for being here for me.” He looked down at the spot where he cried and saw how soaked your shirt was. “And sorry about your shirt.”

You laughed a little and his face graced a small smile. “Well it’s good that you have plenty of shirts for me to steal to replace this one.” You winked and kissed him on the cheek. “Hey, I’m always gonna be here. No matter what. Because I love you. God, I love you so much. And we’re going to get through this together. You and me. We’re gonna find a way to get him back, not just get him back to you. But we’re gonna get the real Bucky back to you.” You looked at him, with hope, but also with hurt. You hated seeing him so upset.

He cupped your face and whispered, “maybe we will. I hope we do. As long as you’re here, it’ll be easier than facing it alone.” His voice was raspy from crying, and his eyelashes were sticking together.

He put on a small smile and pulled you face to his, kissing you softly. You kissed back, the feeling of his lips on yours leaving you filled with butterflies even after over a year of being together. He pulled away and you put your foreheads together. You gazed into each other’s eyes, and somehow it filled the silence.

“Thank you.” He spoke with love and affection and you knew he really meant it.

“Sweetheart, I’d do anything for you.” You smiled and pulled his lips to yours. You kissed each other, pouring all your love for each other into every moment. Steve deepened the kiss, and it felt like your world was spinning into pure bliss.

Then it was his turn to pull away. He left and warm feeling on your lips that tingled when the cool air hit you. “Can we just stay here? I don’t want to leave you.” He spoke shyly.

“Of course you can.” You knew that the Winter Soldier haunted him in his sleep ever since Steve saw him.

You got up to go to your dresser, his hands falling from your waist. You always kept a pair of his pajamas in your room in case he ever wanted to sleep over. You pulled out a pair of his soft, plaid sleeping pants out of the drawer. You knew these were his favorite. The pants went flying across the room to him as you threw it. You also took out the shirt that he always wore with it. Before tossing the shirt to him, you contemplated whether you should actually give it to him.

You turned to him and he had already stripped off his shirt and put on his pajama pants. His arm was outstretched for you throw the shirt to him. Instead, you teasingly pulled off your shorts and your tear soaked shirt, giggling. He gave you a look, the one he always gave you when you were being mischievous. He began to laugh as you tried being seductive, something you weren’t very good at. But, it was something you and him always laughed about together.

Before he got any ideas, you put on his t-shirt, which hung to the middle of your thigh. It was huge on you. You were glad you got him to laugh, you could tell it was taking his mind off of Bucky.

“So I’m just supposed to be cold tonight then?” He was smiling fully as you walked towards him; sporting his shirt.

“Well, you’ll have me to keep you warm. I think you’ll be fine.” You both were bubbly despite what just happened. It took the edge of, and Steve was grateful for it.

You stood in front of him and he held your hands gently as you rubbed your thumbs across the backs of his hands.

You crawled into your bed together, pull the comforter over your bodies, the fabric feeling soft against your skin. Steve put his arm around you as you snuggled up to his bare chest with your leg wrapped around him.

“We’re going to find him. That much I can promise you sweetheart.” you whispered these words into the air, thinking nobody could hear you. But Steve did, and he placed a loving kiss on your head one last time before your eyes fluttered closed and sleep took both of you into its embrace.

Both @ordinary-runner and @nikigettingfit tagged me to do this, so thank you ladies. This was pretty hard to do.

One insecurity: My belly. I like my arms and legs but my belly is still pretty big. 

Two fears: Losing contact with people I care about and falling in public and people laughing at me for it.

Three turn-ons: eyes, brown hair and a great smile

Four life goals:
- visiting Japan

-Going to Oktoberfest in Germany

-Competing in an obstaclecourse. I dont care if I end last place

-Going snowboarding/skiing 

Five things I like:
-Watching my fish swim

-working on my (koi)pond.

-Learning about waterfiltration

-kickbiking in the woods.

-Relaxing on a beach

Six weaknesses:
- Soda
- I often dont get enough sleep
- I dont always stand up for myself
- I need to listen to my body
- Trusting my leg and getting too confident about my strength
- I sometimes want to help people, even if they dont deserve my help

Seven things I love :
- seeing my body change

-making people laugh

-a strange dog that wants to be pet by me.

-discovering new talents I can do .

-I love making soups

-I love proving people wrong.

-I love it when people compliment me.

anonymous asked:

For the musical ep did you see how Barry smiled after telling Iris he loved her, like he would have been at peace because he died in her arms.

Love how Barry’s last words before “becoming one” with the speedforce in 16 was “I love you Iris.” And his last words before “dying” were “I love you” to Iris. This man has his priorities straight, I tell you!

Title: The Secret (Part 4)

Code: LB0004

Requested by: @alfabravo666

Words: 1,260

Note: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Remember when I said this would be the last part? I lied. One more after this and then I SWEAR I’m done.

Warning: I tried smut. I tried. So, there’s that. SMUT AHEAD

Previously on “The Secret”: You smirked, and whether you would call it the warm evening, the wine, or the laughter you’re sharing with the man in front of you, you leapt. “Truth or dare?”


“Sissy.” You smiled, and he shook his head with his own smile coating his lips, sipping his bourbon. “So tell me, Jethro…” you paused, “what did you think about the view earlier?”

He nearly spat out the alcohol.

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arcticcresendo answered your question “For some reason I’m really itching to answer some asks for Nath or any…”

Did anything specific happen before the RED spy started to stop separating himself emotionally from his teammates?

There was no one event, just lots of little slip-ups, some that he would never even have noticed if they hadn’t been pointed out to him.

Like a Scout admitting, ‘Hey, you’re not so much of an ass as our last Spy’ when he showed the kind how to wash blood out of his clothes.

Or finding himself smiling in delight when a Soldier clapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘You did well out there today, son! You did us all proud.’

Or a drunk Sniper offering him a beer and saying, ‘Yeh know, you’re really not as bad of a guy as you pretend to be.’

Spy is just the type of person who gets emotionally invested in the well being of others without intending to, making it hard for him to keep up the aloof attitude expected of a Spy. By the time he’d met any of his current teammates he’d already given up on all that.


Hey everyone! I was tagged to the the selfie challenge thing and I was tagged by some beautiful people!!! : @harryplease @harryxinfinity @harrystattoos and @iwouldharry Don’t I look pretty? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂


I’m just gonna tag people, not just to do it, but just to see m’face XD If you wanna do it, do it!! and tag me in it I wanna see your beautiful face
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it has been 9 days since you have successfully escaped your house in america. after a week of living in lockdown mode due to being haunted by a creature from outdoors, you have managed to make a 9 day trek on foot to the nearest airport. now aboard a last minute flight to london, you take one last glance at the rain outdoors before you pull your window blind down. your shut your eyes and smile as the plane takes off, glad that you can finally rest. your body relaxes at the thought of living a new, peaceful life in europe, where you can be happy and free. you have nearly dozed off when the plane suddenly shakes and you hear something slam against your window. you freeze for moments before finally opening the blind. it is just as you had feared–in this moment, more than ever, you wish that you had listened the first time. but you didn’t. and now you are paying the price as you watch the creature’s lips open against the rainy window.

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