this is my favorite picture that i took on my recent trip

YOI - Barcelona

I know this has been done before, but I wanted to do it too. So here’s my pilgrimage to Barcelona. The trip was not without its hiccups, as you will see, but for the most part, I think I covered the hot spots: 

1. The hotel. By now, I think we all know which hotel they stayed at. Let’s start at the top. The pool had nice views at night, but was very cold.❄️☃️ I can only imagine what it was like in December. What were Viktor and Chris thinking???

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Auston Matthews - Part 29

Really long… preparing for more angry messages and asks…

I stare at my phone screen a long time, my fingers hovering over my keyboard with Auston’s name at the stop of my screen. Stifling a groan I click my screen off and throw myself back onto my bed. Ever since Mitch texted me earlier today all I can think about is Auston and the fact that he hasn’t talked to me. I don’t think he would have let Mitch text me unless he was okay with it, but he hasn’t texted, called or snapped me in the last three days.

               Does he even care anymore? I think to myself and quickly shake the thought out of my head. Of course he cares. Auston may not have said it, but I know he cares about me just as much I care about him. I just need to be patient. I spent the last twenty-one years of my life without him, I can stand a few more days.

               My phone rings on the pillow next to my ear and I nearly roll off the bed. I fumble with the screen and finally accept the call.

               “Hello?” I say.

               “Hi, honey,” my dad’s rough voice comes through the other end and I can’t help but smile.

               “Hi, dad! What’s going on?”

               “Still plan on picking me up at the airport tomorrow morning?” He asks.

               “Yep, bright and early at 8:15,” I repeat what my mother told me on the phone yesterday morning.

               “Good girl, you’re going with me to the game on Tuesday with me, right?” My dad asks, a little bit of hesitation in his voice.

               “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” I ask him, frowning at the ceiling.

               “Hey I don’t know! You moved out, didn’t know if that meant you were too cool for me or something,” he says defensibly and I giggle.

               “You’re safe dad, we already know I’m cooler than you yet I still choose to spend time with you,” I say, rolling my eyes.

               We chat a bit more until three o’clock hits and the Leaf’s game comes on, being one who can’t talk to anymore while watching hockey, I hang up with my dad and snuggle down into my couch with Zalla and Andie. This is the Leaf’s last game on their short road trip and the first night of a back to back, coming home to play the Blues tomorrow. While my dad primarily works for the Red Wings, he travels around looking at other team’s prospects and possible trade bait, which is why he’s coming when St. Louis is in town.

               I had debated whether or not to watch the Leafs after Auston left, but it was the only way I didn’t feel quite so alone in this big house in a big city. Though I don’t cheer when they score, I just watch, much like my first game in Toronto with Auston’s family. My mind wanders to Mitch’s message about coming over when they get home, being a Sunday, their game is early and they will be home early tonight. I debate with myself if Auston will come with him or not. I highly doubt he would come, but I can’t help but get my hopes up.

               The game ends in overtime with the Hawks scoring just seconds in, a score of three to two. The urge to text or call Auston is almost overwhelming and let out a wail of despair when my phone goes off but it’s only a snapchat from my friend. I miss him. I miss him so much.

               Auston POV

               I stare at my lock screen as I board the bus to bring us to the airport. It’s the picture I took of Y/N when she was getting her dress fitted on her second day in Toronto. The background is a blur, only her smiling face and body in focus. I puff out a small laugh that despite everything, nothing has changed, this picture was accurate then and it still is now.

               When my screen lights up and starts ringing, I nearly jump. Looking around to see if anyone notices when I put the phone to my ear.

               “Hey,” I say after making sure everyone in a few seat radius is occupied with something else.

               “Hey, so I was able to track down Y/L/N before he went home. Looked like a fucking idiot walking around the Joe asking by the way,” Dylan’s voice says through the receiver.

               “Great, can you text it to me? I’ll call him right when we land in Toronto,” I mutter into the phone, sinking down a little in my seat.

               “Sure…” Dylan pauses on the other line like he wants to say something else.

               “What?” I ask him.

               “It’s just… does this have something to do about Y/N? We heard she moved to Toronto a few weeks ago, and I know you… ya know…” Dylan trails off.

               I don’t say anything and Dylan sighs.

               “I knew it. Look, I know you have a thing for her and she probably does you, but just… take care of her. I got to know her more last season before she got heavily involved in school stuff, she’s a great girl… very much like her dad just prettier,” Dylan laughs and I find I’m able to smile.

               “I know Larks, she told me about you actually. Something about falling down the stairs and blaming the black eye on a high sti-“ I snicker into the phone and he cuts me off.

               “Alright that’s enough story time. In my defense it was both the high stick and the combined falling that resulted in the black eye,” Dylan grumbles into the phone and I roll my eyes.

               “Whatever, bud. But really, thanks for hunting him down for me,” I say seriously.

               “No problem, bud. Good luck,” he responds and we hang up. Instantly I get the phone number in a text and quickly save it. As the bus pulls up to the airport I mumble what I have planned to say over and over again as we board the plane and set off towards home. Towards Y/N.

               Regular POV

               Mitch sends me a text as soon as they land and I send in a phone order for delivery from my new favorite Chinese buffet who, I recently discovered, deliver. He mentioned that it’s him and two others coming, who he doesn’t name.

               By the time they arrive it’s close to eight, coming directly from the airport. I don’t bother to get up from my place on the couch when they file in, too absorbed in my sweet and sour chicken. I scan the faces and turn my attention back to my plate when I don’t see the one I was looking for. Mitch, Morgan and Will shuffle to their respective spots they all claimed within the first few weeks of discovering my house. Mitch is in the chair beside me, Will is sprawled out on the sectional with the footrest and Morgan is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch by my knees.

               Almost instantly I relax for the first time in three days and realize how incredibly tired I am. These thoughts are validated by Morgan glancing up at me after thanking me for his meal.

               “Have you slept in twenty years?” He asks, a teasing tone in his voice and I scowl at him.

               “Count to twenty and I’ll answer,” I reply sweetly and he scoffs at me.

               “Good to be home, smartass.”

               I nudge him with my foot and he flicks it with his finger making me squeal with the sting. Quickly, we fall back into the usual banter, I make Mitch go wash his hands before he even thinks about touching the Xbox controller and he huffs at me muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom.

               No one mentions Auston and I don’t bring him up either. Soon enough, I doze off to sleep, my head on the armrest and my legs stretched out to almost where Will is sitting. I startle awake around three in the morning from an insignificant dream and blink in the darkness, disoriented. I move to sit up but realize there’s a blanket across me and my heart warms. Glancing around now that my eyes have adjusted, I can see Mitch reclined in the chair and Morgan on the other end of the couch where Will had been. I can hear Will’s soft snore coming from down the hall in the spare bedroom that I had thought I would be able to convert into an office but I had to put a bed in there instead thanks to a certain hockey player falling down my stairs one night after having a little too much to drink.  

               All of them seemed to have found blankets for themselves as well and their quiet breathing is reassuring. They stayed with me. My heart blooms and I snuggle back down onto my spot, sleep coming easy again.

               A few hours later I tip toe around them, heading upstairs to shower and get ready to head to the airport to pick up my dad. Zalla and Andie seem to have learned how to tip toe as well as they slink across the hardwood floors, being my shadows like usual. When I pull my shirt on my bracelet jingles on my wrist, I had thought about taking it off the last few days, but I found too much comfort in the strong band and beautiful charms. I finger the charms gently as I make my way downstairs and sneak through the foyer and out my front door without waking a single one of the boys.

               Zalla and Andie come with me, I know they miss dad as much as I do. They seem to sense my excitement as I drive closer and closer to the airport, their whines echoing in the backseat. Right as I pull into the pickup area my phone goes off.

               “I’m outside, honey,” my dad’s voice comes through the car speaker and I think my dogs are going to combust in the backseat.

               “I see you!” I squeal as I make the small loop and put my car into park before jumping out and into my father’s waiting arms.

               “Hi, baby girl,” my dad coos in my ear, I think he’s just as emotional as I am. Happy tears trail down my face as he lifts me off my feet, his arms right around me. I inhale deeply, taking in the husky and smoky smell of my dad and our wood stove from home.

               “I missed you,” I whisper and he laughs.

               “I gathered that,” he sets me down and puts his hands on my shoulder, examining me. “How you doing? Big girl in a big city,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “I’m good, dad. It’s been a learning process. I now understand why mom never let me buy and eat an entire birthday cake myself.”

               “Ahh yes, that was the first lesson I learned too,” he wraps an arm round my shoulders and leads me back to my car where my dogs are quivering with excitement. “You brought the girls!” He exclaims and leaves me on the sidewalk like a piece of gum, diving into the backseat and being licked to death by Zalla and Andie. I don’t blame him though, I would have done the same thing.

               By the time we get back to the house, the boys are gone and for once the living room is spotless. I smile at the room and give my dad a tour of the now unpacked house, spending the rest of the day showing and telling him everything I’ve been working on at the university.

               Once we get to the arena there are hardly any people milling around yet. But that’s what happens when you get there two and a half hours before the puck drops. My father is familiar with the arena and leads the way through the bowels of the Air Canada Center, sticking close behind him and avoiding looking anywhere but at his back.

               Every time my father stops to talk to someone, I reach up to the ball cap I had thrown on before leaving the house and pull it a little farther down my head. No one my father stops says anything to me, which I’m used to from my years of following him around as a child. It isn’t until we turn down a hallway to head to the elevator that someone acknowledges me.

               “Mike, how are you?” My dad exclaims, clasping hands with the Leafs head coach. I can’t help but peek up at him, my dad and he had worked closely together over the years until Babs left Detroit to take on Toronto, growing up I had been close with one of his daughters when we were dragged by our dads to various games and practices.

               They make small talk a minute before Mike notices me standing behind my dad’s shoulder.

               “Y/N! I didn’t see you there. Heard you’re doing some big things in the Astrophysics department,” Mike winks at me and my cheeks warm with the smile forming across my face.

               “That she is,” my dad says, squeezing my shoulder, a proud look on his face that I beam under.

               “I heard you’ve been here over a month and haven’t come to visit me yet,” Mike quirks an eyebrow at me.

               ‘I’ve been here!” I gesture to where I know the family room is down the hall before I realize what I’m doing and I try to play if off as fixing my hat. My dad and Mike both raise their eyebrows at me. “Don’t give me that look,” I blush under their stares and look away.

               “She’s got a point Mike, she has been here,” my dad says, smirking at Mike and I scowl.

               “I’m surprised she admitted it,” Mike adds, both of them clearly enjoying themselves.

               “Shouldn’t you be yelling at your players or something,” I mutter and he laughs.

               “Only if they piss me off, Y/N,” he says, though he does glance at his watch. “Though I do have other things to get going besides yelling.” He shakes my dad’s hand and pats my shoulder. “I look forward to seeing you after the game, and you,” Mike then directs his attention to me. “I look forward to seeing you around here more often as well.” I make a noise in the back of my throat and nod at him with his knowing smile on his face.

               We head back down the hallway to elevator right when a group of boys rounds the corner in front of us. I immediately see Mitch and I know Auston will be right behind him. I duck into my father’s side and try to stay in his shadow praying that no one notices me.

               “Y/L/N!” Someone shouts behind me and both my father and I whip around on instinct. Babcock is standing down the hallway we just left, leaning against a door frame, a smirk on his face.

               “Ms. Y/L/N, to be exact. I forgot to comment on your hat, looks better than red and white in my opinion,” he says and I can feel the stares of nearly everyone in the hallway. Frowning, I reach up to the ball cap and pull it off my head. I turn it in my hands a Toronto Maple Leafs logo glares up at me, I hold it at arm’s length away much to amusement of the people watching me. What the…?

               “Now the real question is, are you going to put it back on?” Mike winks at me and then disappears into the door frame he had been standing in.

               I look from where he had been standing back to the hat and eye it warily. Turning on my heel I continue walking slowly with my dad, growing closer and closer to the group of guys still watching me. When I’m within fifteen of them I huff out a small laugh and plop the hat back on my head, adjusting my pony tail.

               “Where did I go wrong?” My dad muses beside me and I smile at him, continuing to ignore the gawking Leafs players to my right. They had been trying since I got to Toronto to get me to wear some sort of Leafs gear and apparently one of them had left a hat one night and I grabbed it by mistake.

               “Nineteen years ago when you showed me the sky,” I say back to him and he laughs softly, putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.

               “Then I wouldn’t change a thing,” he says and I squeeze his hand. Here is the only boy that would love me no matter what I did.

               My dad takes me up to the scouting booth where much of the Leafs front office people are. He talks with Brendan Shanahan for a few moments as I make my way to one of the free seats and try to ignore everyone around me. It used to amaze me that my dad worked and knew all these people, now I just want to watch hockey.

               We have to wait quite a while longer before the actual game starts and nearly the entire time my dad is either talking to someone in person or on the phone. I take the free time to people watch as fans file in, I start making a mental list of how many Matthews jerseys I see. I lose count very quickly.

               The game wears on, a nail bitter to the very end, even though the Leafs are up by two after an empty netter with two minutes left. With a final score of six to four in the Leafs favor, everyone leaves happy. My dad looks at his watch and mutters to himself, rubbing his face.

               “What are you thinking about?” I ask him, he only every does that when he’s stressed.

               “What? Nothing, just we have a little time before my flight leaves. Want to get some dinner?” He asks standing up and gathering his laptop and notes.

               “It’s almost ten…” I stare at him.

               “I didn’t say we have to go an eight course meal, Y/N,” my dad laughs. “I just need something to hold me over before my short flight home to your mother.”

               “Alright,” I sigh, standing next to him and stretching, my hand brushes against the hat and I smile.

               I drive my dad through Toronto as he looks for someplace we wants to eat and he finally decides on the restaurant that I went to with Auston’s family on my very first night here. As I sit down at a table just a short distance away from where I sat then, I almost feel the bracelet heat on my wrist. I touch the charms as my dad busies himself with the menu.

               “You seem awfully intrigued by that bracelet, Y/N,” my dad says, not even looking up from his menu. Okay, maybe he’s not as busy as I thought.

               I shrug my shoulders and put my hands on my lap.

               “Let me see,” my dad presses, putting his menu down and reaching towards me. I obey and place my wrist on the table in front of him, he gently lifts it and examines the little dangles.

               “This middle one is quite extravagant,” he muses, touching the blue and gold one. “Who gave you that one?”

               “Auston,” I mutter, my cheeks flaming and my dad chuckles.

               “Should have guessed,” he whispers more to himself than to me and I frown at him. I hadn’t mentioned anything about Auston to either of my parents, though my mom suspected it, I had never confirmed anything. Before I can ask, he puts my wrist back on the table and pats my hand before turning his attention back to the menu.

               “You’re being weird today,” I tell him, picking up my own menu.

               “What else is new?” He asks, not looking at me and I nod in agreement.

               Once I’m able to get him to leave and into the car towards the airport, I finally ask.

               “Is there a reason you didn’t want to go back to my house before your flight?”

               “What are you talking about? We were already out, no need to go all the way home and then back in just under two hours.” He’s talking fast and avoiding my eye contact. I pull up to a stop light and eye him.

               “Dad… I live less than fifteen minutes from the airport…” I quirk an eyebrow at him and he squirms in his seat, thankfully I got my poker face from my mama. “You just going to avoid my eye contact the rest of the way?”

               My dad turns his head slightly towards me and opens his mouth but seems to think better of it and looks forward again. “Yes.” He says and I sigh at him.

               We ride in silence the rest of the way until I pull to a stop outside the entrance, it’s a ghost town, not a person in sight. Sadness aches in my chest, it had been so nice having my dad with me all day, it kept my mind off of things. Now that he’s leaving and I have to go back to an empty house, a sadness comes over me.

               “Are you positive you and mom can’t just move here?” I ask him, tears in my eyes.

               “Oh, Y/N, as much as we miss you… I think you’re doing just fine on your own, baby,” he reaches across the console and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him and nuzzle my face into his neck.

               “But I miss you,” I whine and he laughs.

               “I think there are quite a few things you would miss in Toronto if you were to leave,” he whispers and I can hear more behind his words.

               “You’re going great kid, I’m proud of you,” he squeezes me once more before letting me go and reaching into the backseat for his briefcase.

               “Love you,” I say as he climbs out of the car.

               “Love you so much more,” he answers and winks at me, closing the door gently and tapping the roof.

               I blow him one more kiss and wait until he gets inside the airport to pull away. A few tears fall during my short ride home. I had thought having my dad here, even for a day, would make me feel so much better and now that he’s gone, I feel a hundred times worse and even more homesick. Even when I pull into my driveway, I can’t get myself to climb out and walk inside for another ten minutes.

               When I finally get myself composed, I step out of the car and trudge through the snow to my front door, not even noticing the other car sitting in my driveway. I fumble with my keys at the door, I realize my porch lights aren’t on. I tap the glass around the out light bulb and stop myself. That is exactly how horror movies start out, dumbass. Finally getting the door open I step in and close the door behind me before I even realize that the lamp that I always keep on in the foyer is also off.

               I hear a snap and suddenly there’s a light near my feet and I squeal, whipping around and pressing my back to the door looking around in a panic. Looking down at the floor I’m surprised not to see some half eaten zombie crawling towards me but a rope of what looks light white Christmas lights, which lead through the foyer and into the hallway behind it.

               I eye the lights for a minute and taking a deep breath, I step forward.


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 A/N: I apologize that I’m just now getting around to do this. I’ve been very busy with school and I just now checked my inbox out of curious, but I hope you all enjoy♡ 

 Tonight was date night for you and Grayson and you were beyond excited. You been looking forward to this night ever since Grayson dropped the idea about two weeks ago while the two of you were hanging out. But, you hadn’t prepared yourself for the mental breakdown you were currently having.

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Your Life || Joe Sugg

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A/N: This is in the format of a letter, and it’s not the happiest thing in the world. Enjoy!!xo

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RENAISSANCE {part 1 of Namjoon’s DELINQUENTS series}

Namjoon strolled into your office. It was strange the way that criminals were held in this house. Due to the lack of violence in their crimes, they inhabited the house like strange hotel guests that were never allowed to leave. Namjoon treated the place like he owned it, constantly wandering into your office like he was your boss.

Hello, Y/N, what are you working on? He would ask and you would roll your eyes at him. He was constantly asking questions. He would sit down in the chair across from you, as you continued to try and organize your field notes, just to be interrupted by his strange thought process. Sometimes he would sit there and contemplate the universe and you would have to suffer through the mind fucking that he was narrating. Other times, he would sit there in silence and you could feel every hair on your body stand on edge. He was infuriating, but the worst part of it all was that he had no idea how infuriating he was.

Today, you looked up from your files. It was a hectic week since you had started working at the house. Your sessions with the guys were only going okay, and your boss was already hounding you about results. You wanted to scream at him that results when it came to the human mind, was not a simple thing, but your boss only cared about getting headlines. Giving Namjoon a cold stare, he put a hand on his chest.

Jesus, is it cold in here? Or do you have a vendetta against me? He asked and you slumped your shoulders. Nothing you could do could make Namjoon leave you alone. You had tried telling him to leave, glaring, and even getting the guards, but all of it was met with simple, snarky comebacks.

Yes, Namjoon, how can I help you today? You asked as you closed your files and grabbed your notepad. You gestured for him to sit on the couch and you took a seat on the chair that sat beside it. The set up was like any psychological therapy room ever broadcasted on television and you had to roll your eyes at the sheer layout. But nonetheless you made due with what you had.

Oh nothing, I just wanted to see what you were up to. He mumbled and looked around the room. You had been working at the house for about a month now and finally you were able to put some of your own decorations into the room. Something caught Namjoon’s eye. A picture of a statue within St. Peter’s Basilica. The Pieta, a statue of the Mother Mary holding her recently crucified son, Jesus. It was a statue that you had traveled to the Vatican to see and that picture was one of your favorite moments from your trip. Michelangelo. Namjoon said as he looked at the picture. You nodded in response.

I love most of his work. You murmured. Something about the way he was able to show such a raw moment without any subject acting it out. He was truly an amazing artist. You continued and Namjoon turned around, a bit of a smile was on his face.

So you like art? He asked and you scrunched your eyebrows.

I’m allowed to have interests outside of psychiatry, you know? You responded, but Namjoon just chuckled.

Don’t get so defensive. I’m just surprised. Usually simple folk don’t bother with the complexities of art. He said and you almost blew his head off.

I swear, you are the most conceited human being to walk the planet. You spat and Namjoon shrugged.

Coming from the person who simply looked at the Pieta, I got to see it up close. He began to walk out and you stopped him.

Wait a second, don’t tell me you tried to steal the Pieta. You poked him with your finger, but he began to laugh.

Try? I did steal it. He whispered and your mouth dropped. His laughter filled the room and he walked out of your office before you could relay any comebacks. Namjoon was a force to be reckoned with, but you were more interested to fact check what he had said. Stealing the Pieta was not something simple and the internationally acclaimed statue was something that so many cherished, stealing it seemed impossible. Going over to your computer, you scrolled through searches but nothing came up for a stolen statue. Then suddenly you heard a chuckle next to your ear. I swear, you are so gullible. He murmured and you shrieked. The guards ran in and Namjoon walked right past them. Hey, Y/N, let’s talk tomorrow, okay? My schedule it pretty free. He waved and you put your head on your desk.

That night you walked into your apartment, your arms full of papers as you were ready to spend the entire night looking over various psychology findings to help criminal rehabilitation. But a paper floated to the floor and you looked at it quizzically. Right there in messy handwriting was a simple command.

Look to the Renaissance for enlightenment. – KN

Look to the Renaissance? Like the art period? You opened up your laptop and looked up the Renaissance. The Renaissance was a time to capture the experience of the individual mixed with the beauty and mystery of the natural world. What the fuck does that have to do with my enlightenment? You scrolled through the various pages. Finally you hit a page that actually had something to do with one of your patients. Kim Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, the modern-day Renaissance man, who stole the Renaissance back for the people. You looked at the article and then at the note. Namjoon wanted you to see the connection, but now it was your turn to figure out why.

Author’s Note: Kinda taking a different approach with Namjoon, we’ll see how it goes …

Reality   By: Y. Black

New tale I’m sharing as a sample let me know what you think.

I swear on everything, how many times do I need to put my information in, just to confirm I want to do this trip? I’ve only saved the last 3 and a half years. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Ever since the first time I watched the infomercial that highlighted the perks and destinations that this incredible voyage would venture and offer. I was ready for this journey right now, but confirming my info and payment with my retina, I still had 18 months to pack.

As soon as the payment was confirmed, my inbox chimed and I accessed the confirmation number that was promised to me. I clicked the new message titled Moonlight Mariner. I spun my chair around and gazed upon the hologram that was centered in the room. My excitement was overflowing as I watched the translucent picture come to life before my eyes.

“Hello Justice Cooper, I am Cynthia. I will be your personal host as we prepare to embark on your amazing journey aboard the Moonlight Mariner. First, I would like to thank you for choosing Moonlight. We specialize in making your travel dreams a reality. Based on the questionnaire that you filled out, as well as a quick scan of your interest in your histories, in addition to your frequent spending habits; I was able to comprise a catalogue of several excursions that I am sure you will love.”

“Wow.” I was completely elated.

“Wow, indeed Mr. Cooper. Or do you prefer Justice?

“Oh, ummm… well Justice is fine, I suppose.” I was astounded, I mean I had heard about interactive holograms, but never had I encountered one. I was utterly in awe, to say the least. “Your name is Crystal correct?”

“No sir, my name is Cynthia.”

“Apologies, I’m not very good with names.”

“No worries Justice, I am sure we will become well acquainted over the next several months.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant, but she had piqued my interest considerably. At this point, my excitement was palpable. I mean I knew what I had signed up for but I never imagined I would have my own personal hologram delivered right here in my very own living quarters. Desmond wouldn’t believe me if I told him. Hell, he’d probably shun me. He thought I was completely crazy for even wanting to take the voyage. But guess who gave zero fucks about what Desmond thought of my desire to take the trip? That’s right, Me. I wasn’t going to share my experience with him, and the last thing I needed was a Debbie Downer trying to rain on my parade.

Cynthia downloaded a countdown/preparation calendar into my pod, that she posted on the wall just outside the kitchen. Our interaction left a gigantic smile on my face, a bit of uncertainty in my stomach, and a million questions I wasn’t sure I could or was even ready to ask. Being a realist with optimistic ways and an expert dreamer, I just let the blocks land as they may.

That night I kept having thoughts of this Cynthia character. Was she a real person? How did she get that job if she was? Would I actually get to meet her in person? I wonder if she will be onboard the journey?  My thoughts gradually became more unfiltered and unhinged. After pondering for what felt like hours, I decided to turn in before I questioned myself into an aneurism.

Upon entry of my sleep chamber I was presented with several dream options.

Desmond bullying in childhood

Mom’s funeral

Revenge on Desmond

The Moonlight Mariner


I wanted to choose the Moonlight but curiosity was said to kill the most curious of cats and Cynthia had more than stirred the interest within me. I donned my breathing mask and was out before my eyelids had a chance to properly shut. My mind was a very vivid place, so it only heightened with my chamber’s direction. Contrarily, Desmond still slept the traditional way. He wasn’t a dreamer like I was. He and I shared DNA, but that was about as much as we had in common. But he was my brother and though we rarely saw eye to eye, he was all I had, and I loved him for it.


I stood at the foyer of my pod complex. I had just exited my Uber Xtreme and as it whisked away my gaze summoned at the sound of my name. There she stood. She had a shimmering caramel skin tone, and dark locks that fell just below her shoulders. Her eyes shined like the fullest moon on the dimmest night. She was dressed in active wear as though she had just returned from working out at the gym. Everything in my immediate vicinity became still, virtually lifeless. I could feel my cheeks give way to a fleeting smile of adoration. As she drew nearer I extended my hand but was knocked for six as she leapt into my arms.

“Justice, I’ve missed you so.”, she said as she nestled into my neck. The familiarity she exuded was one I couldn’t quite put my finger on, she continued, “I knew you were going to be gone but those extra two days really did a number on me. Were you able to accomplish everything that you needed?”

“Yes, I was.  Desmond needed my help with the farm. It also gave me some much needed time with my niece and nephews.” I went back home about three times a year. I had been in Upper Miami for almost a decade now. I left there not much longer after I had graduated. Desmond was a traditionalist like I mentioned. He took after Pops in that regard. Mom was the one who had dared me to dream and be great. He despised the wave of new. But I often joked about his beach farm in Orlando. Global warming had the real Miami disappear well over two centuries ago. There were modern day Atlantis like cities that littered the globe these days. If you should ever have the time you should visit, they are amazing. Upper Miami was created along with many other Upper’s to combat the inevitable rising tides of the world’s oceans. It was located 6 miles above the earth’s crust. It was quite a genius idea at the time it was created. It provided relief to humanities most imminent threats outside of the Ice Age. Most times I used the Upper Community Transit, or UTC to get back and forth to the farm.  Well, UTC to the crust, then four hours on a vessel then another hour by electric motor vehicle. In total the trip was about 8 and half hours.

“I’m sure they missed you so much.”

“As I have missed them. They are growing so fast these days.” I was ready to have kids of my own but my dating life had been a recurring epic failure. Desmond often tried to make my dating life a topic of discussion. He never was open enough to explore how I had and frankly, I had no desire to try and enlighten him. “What did you miss of me?” I probed Cynthia. More for myself and information as to our interaction rather than truly wanting to know. It was as if I was trying to piece together an unsolved mystery at this point.  

“Well Mr. Cooper, I missed seeing your smile, and waking you up in the morning, in the special way you like” She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips while gaving me a sassy smirk. As we made eye contact, I felt my groin tighten. She continued, “I missed asking how your day was and inviting you over for dinner.” I was beginning to get a picture of what this was. “You know, you are my favorite human right?”

I was thrown a bit. I was almost certain Cynthia was the real thing. Yet she was a droid. I guess it only made sense as she was too perfect. From her glamourous looks that allured me, to the way she knew my comforts. Never had a soul come close to that nor had they ever shown this much interest in me. “Well Cynthia, you are my favorite too.” I kissed her on the check and my dream concluded.

I woke up refreshed as I always did but I was filled with many questions that pleaded for answers. I knew that I’d be plagued for hours on end. The most pressing of those questions was whether she was like me or if she was truly a droid. As I worked that day, I couldn’t help but wonder who was who at Horizons Water facility. In an effort to smooth integration, the company had within the last year hired 150 new employees, but hadn’t stated if the new employees were droid or humanoid. I kept my distance though, as I’d recently been disappointed by a droid, to say the least.

At Horizon, I worked in the lab. It was here where I would test the Ph and salinity content of water extracted from the clouds below. I only associated with a handful of people who were tenured at this point. Phil and I had grown close as we had gone through orientation together, and here it was, five years in and counting. He worked on the other side of the plant where he did purification of the samples extracted.  Resources have become an even hotter commodity and new ways to produce more with less have been the latest trend. Being somewhat on the cutting edge suited me well. I was always conscious of my footprint, even as a youngin’ I was keen on recycling. Even more so, how I could help with the issues that the plagued the world.

Albeit all my pushing Cynthia to the back burner did nothing, she consumed every vacant moment that my mind had. My commute was consumed of her prancing through the innards of my mind. The Uber ride home was monotonous as my chamber had an uncanny ability to tie my dreams into my reality. That being said, part of me was anxious. Having that blurred line of recalling her presence upon my arrival, I couldn’t help but pause. It was almost as if I was waiting to hear my name called in the lovely tone that only her melodic voice could hum.

A Tour of Spaceflight Centers - From Michoud to Marshall

Lovers of history, spaceflight enthusiasts - I spent the first week of May traveling the southeast United States from Austin, Texas and stopping at Space Centers (among other locations of interest) with my significant other. This is what I experienced. 

The first stop outside Texas on our first day of travel - Michoud Assembly Facility. This is not open to visitors and we knew this, but it was an extra 20 minutes out of a many hour trip.

There used to be a Saturn V S-IC, originally meant for Apollo 19, out front but it has been moved…

Just a hop and skip later and we ended up in Pearlington, Mississippi and Stennis Space Center’s visitor complex, the Infinity Science Center. There was a heavy emphasis on nature conservation and the environment as well getting students involved with experiments and hands-on learning. The highlight for me was the display of Wernher von Braun’s desk.

And the new home of that Saturn V S-IC that was at Michoud? Infinity Science Center. Recently moved, there is an ongoing effort to raise funds to restore and preserve it.

We drove most of a day to where I grew up, Saint Petersburg, Florida, where the first scheduled airline flight took place on January 1st, 1914. Tony Jannus flew a Benoist flying boat across the bay to Tampa in a trip that lasted a little over 20 minutes.

Walking around sunny St. Petersburg, we stopped at several museums including an old favorite, the St. Petersburg Museum of History, where they have a functional replica of the Benoist flying boat. An original Benoist pennant from 1914 flew aboard OV-103 Discovery on her final flight, STS-133, is also on display.

Following a stay with friends and family, it was off to Kennedy Space Center. There have been many changes since I had last been here, the new Astronaut Memorial and Hall of Fame being the most notable. 

The Orion Capsule that flew EFT-1 was also on display, along with a CST-100 Starliner structural test article and Dragon capsule.

A trip though the rocket garden as always. The day had started as a torrential downpour but was now sunny. Florida, weird as always.

Of course, you can’t walk through the garden without getting a picture with the Saturn IB. She learned that you don’t really have a sense of scale to these without getting right up next to it. It was during this time that I learned my girlfriend has a fondness for the Mercury-Redstone - it’s what she pictures when she hears ‘rocket’. Quintessential! 

OV-104 Atlantis is always my favorite stop. This time, I had brought my Atlantis flag, and with a friend who joined us we had a wonderful time with my favorite orbiter.

I have not been to KSC since the addition of the Challenger and Columbia display. It was an incredibly moving experience, seeing these pieces, as well as the displays of the Astronauts personal belongings that you see before entering this room.

We said our goodbyes and began a northerly drive up the Florida east coast, stopping in beautiful Saint Augustine for a night, seeing the Castillo and ancient city before going around the mess that is currently Atlanta, GA, and ending up in Huntsville, Alabama - Rocket City, USA. You can see that Saturn V, the only standing Saturn V, for miles.

It also happened to be Star Wars Day - what a lovely coincidence! It was quite a sight to see people dressed as Jedi, Sith, and Storm Troopers walking around a Space Center.

Of course, we were there for NASA, and I, to see Wernher von Braun’s legacy. I am of the belief that without von Braun’s vision, charisma and genius, we would have fallen so far behind on the dream of spaceflight as a nation, or at the very least, never made it to the moon at all. Look for an upcoming, detailed post on von Braun in the future.

Of course, there were many exhibits and displays of a historical nature, showcasing prototype gloves that were in development for Apollo, models of probes and satellites that have given us a more detailed look at our solar system, and Carl Sagan’s cosmic calendar to really get a sense of how vast the universe is (this is also shown on the newer Cosmos series, hosted by Astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson). This History of Space Exploration timeline also gave perspective on the earliest efforts of rocketry by Robert Goddard, to where we are today. Comprehensive to say the least.

On display at the US Space & Rocket Center rocket garden is of course the Saturn V, a Saturn I, Mercury-Redstone, Juno I, among other military missiles.

We toured the Saturn V Center, enjoying the exhibits and displays, including one presented by IBM on the “brain” of the Saturn V, the quarantine trailer the Apollo Astronauts had to spend weeks in because of fears of “space germs”, and the Apollo 16 Capsule.

We concluded the day as it began to rain with a visit to OV-098 Pathfinder. Built in 1977, Pathfinder was a structural test article that weighted the same as the production orbiters would, and had roughly the same dimensions - she was used for fit-checking the various processing facilities that served the Space Shuttles. After her fit-check mission was complete, STA-098 was overhauled and made to look like a real orbiter (or as real as one could surmise), and was sent to Tokyo, Japan for the Great Space Shuttle Exposition in the early 1980s. After being brought back to the United States in the late 1980s, she was set up at the US Space and Rocket Center and given the honorary designation OV-098 and named Pathfinder.

We left as the rain began to fall, but not without stopping by for a visit to Miss Baker. It is customary to leave a banana.

A day later, we ended up in Vicksburg, MS and toured the Civil War battlefield, the USS Cairo gunboat, and stopped by some of the monuments and important sites. It was the last stop on our trip. We pulled into Austin, TX on Friday night, May 5th, exhausted and hungry. The next morning, after getting some breakfast, we visited a site we’ve been meaning to see - the Texas State Cemetery. Gene Cernan, Astronaut, Commander of Apollo 17, lunar land speed record holder, and last man on the moon, was first to be buried on the highest hill in the cemetary, closest to the moon. It was a solemn end to a long journey of history, spaceflight, celebration, tragedy, art, nature, science and exploration.

There are many more photos, and a lot more tales of this trip that aren’t directly related to spaceflight, but I hope my followers enjoy what I’ve shared and have tried to cram into a single posting. This was an incredible experience and it would not be possible without the support and patience of my fiancée, and her camerawork. Most of these photos are hers. Take a look at her blog, especially if you love history, live in Texas, or both!

Another thanks to my good friend Joey who joined us on our journey to KSC. Check him out here, but if you’re looking at this, you may be already following him.

Planning for a trip to see OV-105 Endeavour and the west coast spaceflight tour starts now! 

Lips Of An Angel


Lips of an Angel - Hinder

I rub the skin of her arm, eyes locked on the window right by our bed. Her soft snores are the only sounds heard this late at night. I flutter my eyes closed, trying to escape where my mind is; where my mind is wondering off to. Thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking have been consuming me nearly every night. I can’t get my mind off of her. Off of somebody else. It hasn’t happened recently, the haunting flashbacks as nightmares. But it’s been years, too many, and my mind has been missing hers. 

I stare away a little longer, my mind out of it’s place. I wonder if she’s thinking about me; being haunted by me the way I’ve been haunted by her. I know she has someone else, we’ve had connections. It happened around the same time I found Jennie, and I promised myself I wouldn’t miss Y/n like I do now.

“Fuck” I mutter.

My house phone rings a lingering tune, and I’m quick to check the caller ID. I feel Jennie stir next to me, but doesn’t wake up. My eyes widen, heart skipping, palms sweating. It’s like she knew. 

I leave my bed slowly, gliding out of Jennie’s arms so that I can make my way into my office. My thumb makes circles around the answer button, reluctant, because what would it make me to speak to my ex girlfriend while my current one is in the room next door? I can’t go through something like this again.

I suck in a breath, eyes fluttering closed, preparing myself for a moment that I’ve been so out of reach with. I think for a second that I can’t do this.

“Y/n, why are you calling me so late?” I whisper, looking over my shoulder just incase Jennie has woken up. “It’s hard to talk right now.“
I hear Y/n sniffle, soft bawls and delicate whimpers shattering my heart through the line. 

“Honey, why are you crying? Is everything okay?” 

She holds her breath, all of her grieved sounds halting to an undesirable silence. Even when she’s dismal she sounds so sweet, so warm and fragile. I have always compared her to an angel. So soft, so delicate and exquisite, just so, bitter sweet. I feel her everywhere.

“Why are you whispering, Harry?” she questions.

I look over my shoulder again, watching as Jennie stirs gingerly along the mattress. Her hand glides upon the sheets, as if searching for me. When she only feels my pillow, she frowns, but falls back asleep as if nothing happened.

“I can’t be too loud. My girl’s in the next room.” I explain quietly, my fingers twisting around the chain of my necklace. 

Y/n bought it for me when we were on a road trip to Amsterdam. We were both quite poor at the time, collecting every bit of money we could. She had always told me that her dream was to visit the Anne Frank house. She has always idolized her. Being an English major and first edition book collector, she kind of had to be. So we both found jobs, and it took us nearly a year of us saving up all of our money to finally take the car down to Amsterdam.

The trip was never something I can forget. Two weeks in a broken down hotel, the floors nearly collapsing beneath our feet, the ceiling crusted with dry paint. But it was alluring. We made love every night, but the nights of aesthetic pleasure were never planned. They were all natural, all instinctive, as if it was the only way we could express our feelings was through physical connection.

“Sometimes I wish she was you.” I mumble. Y/n sniffles again, a loud cry ripping through her throat as she tries hopelessly to keep herself together.  “I guess we never really moved on.” 

She sobs. “I miss you so much, Harry.”

I flutter my eyes shut, the way she says my name forcing my body to tingle in euphoria. I haven’t heard her angelic voice in what feels like eternity.
I try so hard to focus on what her lips look like, how they moved whenever she spoke, how they felt across my skin. I would always stare at them, always find excuses to feel them feather against mine. Her lips were made from angels, so innocent and soft.

“It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name, Y/n, you have no idea.” I whimper. “And you saying that, it makes me weak.”

My hands graze my desk, fingers digging gently under my work papers. I always kept my favorite picture of Y/n there. She was smiling, hair blowing behind her as the wind blew across her face. It was a beautiful day in Amsterdam, a day of pure euphoria. Paradise was wherever she was, but knowing we were away from everything we’ve ever known just to be alone was something even more magical.

She wore my favorite lipstick that day.

I rub her mouth through the polaroid, trying to recollect the feeling of those perfect, plump lips. 

“You have lips of an angel.” I mutter.

I can feel her smile through the phone. “You always told me that. Everyday.” Y/n sighs. her voice is so broken, so destroyed, the perfect replica of our state of mind.

She’s making it so damn hard for me. I craved her enough after we split, but now I crave her more than I could have ever imagined. Jennie isn’t half the woman Y/n is, and I want to so badly ignore my heart, and how satisfied it feels in this moment.

I wipe the tears from my eyes, pressing the heel of my hand against my forehead. 

“It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight. I’ve been dreaming about you.” 

“Harry,” she whispers, “I’ve been dreaming of you, too. You’ve been everywhere. I can’t take it, being away from you. Not anymore. I can’t.”

My lip quivers. My jaw clenches and my throat tightens, preventing myself from letting my emotions drown me; choke me. 

“What about your man, Y/n? Does he know you’re talking to me like this? Does he know you’re me mentally killing me right now?” I weep. 

“Harry,” she sobs, trying to catch her breath, “please don’t cry. He doesn’t know. Does she?" 

I swallow my vulnerability, just to stay strong for the both of us. "No, she doesn’t have a clue." 

"Okay” she mumbles. We become silent, our voices and cries dissolving into a sweet surrender. It’s comfortable, knowing that my love is breathing against the speaker, as if she is breathing on me. I can almost feel her heated breath sending my skin into a mass of chills. Her lips grazing my collar bone, lingering kisses along my tattoos. My beautiful, sweet girl. 

“I can’t say goodbye to Jennie. You know that. But you’re making this so fucking hard for me, Y/n." 

She sucks in her breath. 


"Y/n. No. Please, just, please.” I whimper. 

She’s wailing. Her throat raw and soar, her raspiness echoing in my head. I want to cry, hit my head against the wall until I surrender my own self-destructive words. 

“Harry, please.”

“Goodbye, Y/n." 

"No Harry. No. I love y-" 

I put the phone back on the receiver, my entire world turning into a destruction of silence and guilt. My hand lingers on the telephone, but I rip it away, ripping away everything we once had. My love, so far away, I can’t reach her anymore. I whisper, quietly, as if trying to reach for her one last time. 

 "Why’d you have to call me so late?”

Storytime: Arella the Snack Thief

My abuser kept shelves and shelves full of food and drinks in their bedroom. Just an entire wall’s worth of floor to ceiling shelving full of things that *I* wasn’t allowed to touch. The rest of the family, sure, but ESPECIALLY NOT ME. I had to sit in this house and watch them hoard my favorite foods - things they didn’t even like - as a passive aggressive thing against me. They were mean enough to admit that’s why they did it to my face, and dared me to tell the rest of my family, because nobody would believe me. Instead I bit my tongue, and planned my revenge.

Two days before my then-fiance arrived in North Carolina for our wedding, I did the thing. They were out of the house for the day, a very rare occurrence. They said they couldn’t stomach all the wedding prep that was centralized around “a brat like me”. I had shrugged and continued making the favor packages on the dining room table, and they stormed out, slamming the front door so hard that a picture frame fell off the hallway wall. 
And the second their car pulled out of the driveway, I was up, and I was running. I grabbed my giant Hello Kitty backpack, the one I had saturated in perfume to make my family avoid it, and I rushed into this person’s room.

Youtube was still a fledgling little thing, but it already had tutorials of all sorts. I had used a weird tutorial that had been in Spanish, teaching you how to carefully open any kind of cardboard packaging and reseal it without it looking like it’d been bothered. I’d been practicing on snack packages at my aunt’s house for months, where if I messed up they’d just believe one of the six cousins had done it. I had this shit MASTERED now. Within an hour, I had emptied every box of pop tarts, gummy snacks, granola bars, cracker snack packs, and candies on those shelves.
Now I wasn’t stupid. I often volunteered for 3 - 4 year old Sunday School teaching, and when there gathered up all the craft scraps these kids left behind (which was a lot). Toilet paper tubes, tissue paper, actual paper, plastics, cello paper… it all went in my bag as a part of “KIDS! CLEAN UP TIME! PUT IT ALL IN THIS “TRASH” BAG!”. Nobody was the wiser. That was the material that made up the new insides of these packages, so if this person picked up one of these “sealed” boxes, they wouldn’t question that they had contents.

The soda cans were tougher. With a lot of precision care, you can carefully move the tab back into place. Not perfect, but enough that a quick glance would be fooled. I knew they drank these too, but they had the Sam’s Club crate’s worth, and had just recently restocked their supply. This had been prepped a week in advance, where I had been picking their cans out of the recycling, washing them, filling them with water, and maneuvering the tabs back into place. On the day when I actually did everything, I removed the bottom level of her soda collection, and replaced the new cans with the water-filled old ones, stacked everything back together, and slid it onto the shelf.

I almost got caught. They pulled back in before I had slid everything properly, so I got some water from a spilling soda can on their desk - I had to clean it with my shirt fast and bolt away. To cover for the water spill, I quickly ran the kitchen sink, and yelled “AW MAN!” loudly, holding the sprayer part, making it look like it had soaked me when I’d grabbed it. They laughed at me, called me a fucking idiot, and locked themselves in their room.

My husband and I enjoyed the snacks and sodas during the week-long road-trip we took after our wedding. Knowing I had taken it from this person who had made me so miserable in so many ways made every bite that much sweeter. 

By the time they got to the cans with the water, I had been gone for three weeks. I’ve been told they did a rampaging tear-apart of their entire room, only to find that none of their boxes had any actual food in it. I was sent a fuming e-mail, threatening me, etc. I just sent back a smiley face. I was thousands of miles away, and they couldn’t touch me now.

And I had their gushers.

NCT U’s reaction to your wealth of random knowledge

Taeil: Taeil is a wonderful singer, but lately all his singing has been damaging his vocal cords. According to his doctor he has a mild case of vocal nodules. “I have to attend voice therapy, and it looks like I’ll be missing out on the next subunit debut.”

“I know this isn’t ideal, but you’ll get better. The doctor said it’s only a very mild case and you don’t need surgery, which is great. In a month or two your vocal cords will be totally healed up.” I try to cheer him up as I play with his hair. I can see this is really bothering him.

“I don’t even know what vocal cords nodules are.”

“They’re small, hard, callus-like growths caused by vocal abuse. They occur in pairs, with one nodule on each vocal cord at the site of greatest irritation. They sometimes are called singer’s, screamer’s or teacher’s nodules.”

“I wish you were my doctor.”

“I know you do, babe. Now get some rest, it’s late and you have an appointment with your vocal therapist at 8:00.”

Taeyong: Taeyong’s schedule has been crazy ever since he debuted, so when he does have a break, you two prefer chilling out at home. Unfortunately there isn’t much to watch on tv today, with the exception of Jeopardy. It’s a little lame, but it beats the news.

“Aristotle said that an Ancient Athenian law made uprooting one of these trees punishable by death.” Alex Trebek says addressing the contestants, who all look equally stumped.

“I don’t understand why they all look so confused. Even I know the answer is an olive tree.” One of the constant buzzes in with cypress tree, idiot.

“I’m sorry that’s incorrect. The answer is, what is an olive tree.”

“How’d you do that?” Taeyong asks staring at you wide eyed.

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist.”

“Maybe not, but it’s still impressive. I’m so luck to have such a smart girlfriend.”

Doyoung: Doyoung’s older brother got married last year and he recently announced that his wife is pregnant. There’s still six months left before the baby’s due date, but Doyoung is already feeling like a proud uncle. And while he may be proud, he’s also clueless, which is why he dragged you shopping with him. “I just want to get something nice for my future niece or nephew. What do you think I should buy?”

“Well, I’m not exactly a baby expert, but what about a nursing pillow?”

“What’s a nursing pillow?” Doyoung asks scratching the back of his head.

“Mothers use them to support there babies while breastfeeding.” His face instantly turns bright red.

“D-do women have to, you know, breastfeed often?” He whispers.

“Mothers are encouraged to breastfeed their newborns ten to twelve times a day.”

“Ten to twelve times? That’s insane! I guess it would be a pretty useful gift, huh. How do you know so much about babies, anyways?”

“I thought it was common knowledge.” You say cocking your head to the side.

Ten: Both you and Ten are foreigners in Korea, so you decided it would be nice to go out and explore the nations rich culture and history. After spending the afternoon sampling all kinds of delicious traditions sweets, you head to Gyeongbokgong, the main royal palace of the Joseon dynasty. “Wow! I’ve seen pictures before, but I never knew it was this beautiful in person.” I’m absolutely amazed by the architecture.

“Yeah, I wonder who built this place.”

“Well workers obviously, but it was constructed by King Taejo, the first king and the founder of the Joseon dynasty.”

“Do you know a lot about King Taejo?” Ten asks.

“I know tons. He was born on October 27, 1335 and was coronated on August 5, 1392. He reigned for just over six years. His umbilical cord is buried in a tomb in Man-In-San, Geumsan-gun, South Chungcheong Province.”

“Wait, they actually buried his umbilical cord?”

“Yeah, why would I lie? You’re free to look it up if you don’t believe me, but trust me I know my history.”

Jaehyun: You would assume that because Jaehyun has been taking Chinese lessons for over a year now that he’d be fairly decent at it, but you’d be wrong. Both of you have the long weekend off, so you decided to take a romantic couples trip to Hong Kong. You mange to finally flag down a cab after twenty minutes, but it appears the driver only knows Cantonese. “佢哋而家去緊邊?”

“Crap! I know Mandarin.” Jae says looking visibly flustered. “It’ll take us forever to find another taxi.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” You turn to the cabdriver and give him the name of the hotel where you’ll be staying. After negotiating on a rate, the cab pulls away from the curb and onto the crowded street.

“I never knew you spoken Cantonese.”

“I don’t actually, but I knew it would come in handy when you told me we’re going to Hong Kong, so I spent the weekend memorizing a couple useful phrases.”

“Is there anything you can’t do?”


Mark: It’s another scorching hot summer’s day, so you two decide to stop by a convince store and grab a refreshing drink before continuing your morning walk. Your dog happily wags his tail, while you two survey the refrigerated beverages. You decide on a strawberry lemonade while Mark gets a Snapple. “I love Snapple! My favorite part is reading the facts on the lid.”

“What does it say?” You inquire.

“Peaches are members of the almond family. That’s so cool! I never knew that.” He grins widely, it’s so funny how easily amused he gets.

“Really? You didn’t know that? I thought it was common knowledge, like how almonds are actually seeds. Did you know most almonds are pasteurized? What about the fact that almonds were one of the first foods awarded a qualified health claim in the United States? Ohhh, a-”

“Babe, please stop. You’re hurting my brain.” Mark cuts you off.

“But, I have so many more facts about almonds. Who am I supposed to share them with?”

“Anyone, but me.” He says giving you a kiss on the cheek.

(You didn’t specify which members you wanted, so I chose to go with NCT U. I hope you don’t mind, but I feel like it would be a difficult request to write seventeen different reactions for. Plus, who doesn’t love Doyoung and Ten? I’d also like to apologize for how long it took me to upload your request.)


This is a SUPER LATE Valentine’s Day gift for @tristanraelyon! I’m so sorry I couldn’t get this to you sooner! Life got in the way for a bit. But finally, here it is! I hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 2,956

Rating: T

Pairing: Ladynoir 


The final bell of the day was sweet heaven to Marinette’s ears as she stretched her arms above her head, listening to her classmates’ efforts of packing up their textbooks and zipping up backpacks, the true melody of the ending of a school day.

“Don’t forget to read chapters eight and nine for next week! Have a great weekend everyone!” their teacher announced jovially before turning her attention to a silver thermos on her desk containing coffee.

“I thought class would never end!” Alya announced to Marinette as she nudged her best friend with her elbow, watching her pack up her last textbook. “Thank goodness it’s the weekend. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had to wake up at six for one more day.”

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Home Sweet Home (BamBam Scenario)

Requested: @mymisstina


Genre: Fluff/Romance

Word Count: 1950

Originally posted by defsouljb

Summary: You visit Thailand for the first time on a trip with your best friend, BamBam. While meeting his family, they assume you’re his girlfriend and you two agree to play along with it to avoid disappointing/confusing his family.

A/N: As this was requested as a “fake girlfriend” prompt I made it gender specific. However, I would be happy to post a gender neutral version if someone asks me!! Request more scenarios here!! 

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Beach Bum

Anonymous requested: Hi, can I request an imagine where me and my crush goes to the beach and being silly and then end up cuddling Thanks😘

Saturday morning you awoke with a smile. The day before, (C/N) came up to you after school and shyly asked if you would go to the beach with him. Of course you said yes, and ever since then you hadn’t stopped grinning. 

You called (F/N) early in the morning, begging her to help you pick out the perfect outfit. After an hour or so of looking through your wardrobe, you settled on a red bikini that complemented your complexion perfectly. After yet another hour, she chose a dress that was gorgeous on your frame. She was just as excited as you were, leaving with a sarcastic comment about the variety of protection you should use.

The doorbell rang exactly at 12. At the very least he’s punctual you thought as you opened the door. His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open. You began to worry that something was wrong with the dress, and apparently the concern was etched onto your face. “Wow, you look beautiful. I-I mean you always do.” He stammered out, causing you to giggle and your blush to deepen. He grinned and offered to grab your bag, leading you to his car. On the way there he slid his hand into yours, and you intertwined your fingers.

The beach was about a 30 minute drive from your house, but the time flew by so fast you barely noticed the ride. The trip there was filled with loud laughs and bad singing. When you finally arrived, the sight took your breath away.

The sun filled the clouds with gorgeous pinks and oranges. The waves lapped against the shore and the beach was only occupied by a handful of people. The picture was gorgeous. When you finally tore your gaze away from the shore, you locked eyes with (C/N). He laughed a little at your reaction. “You’re cute.“

“Wow (C/N) that’s the second compliment you’ve given me and it hasn’t even been an hour. What, are you only with me for my looks?” You joked to him. He broke out into a crazy grin. “Shit are you really only with me for my looks??” You asked again, this time wanting a real answer.

He laughed, loud and full. “No no no that’s not why I’m smiling, even though your looks are a huge bonus. I’m smiling cause you said I’m 'with’ you. I like the sound of that.” He came around the car and once again held your hand in his.

“Good, cause I like the sound of that too.” You replied, bringing his arm to rest on your shoulder.


The two of you had played in the water for about 3 hours. He had carried you, tickled you, and scared you more times than you could count. He decided to take a break, walking a little ways down the shore to the small boardwalk. It was nothing fancy, just some carnival games and food trucks. He was hellbent on winning you one of the large teddy bears that lined the walls of a certain game booth. “I just wanna be romantic for you!” was his explanation. You watched, amused, as he blew $20 on the game. The biggest prize he had won was a stuffed purple fox. He seemed almost ashamed to give it to you, mumbling about how the game was rigged so no one could win.

“I’ll name him Foxy, in honor of you.” He laughed, something you were proud to be the cause of. He bought some cheese fries for the two of you to share, and you were surprised he remembered your favorite food. The sun began to dip below the horizon, making you realize how much time you’ve spent with him. 

Instead of going back to swim in the water, he led you to the bed of his truck where he pulled out some blankets to make a makeshift bed. “Trying to pull something, Foxy?” You giggled as he blushed. The stars began to poke out of the darkness. He held you close to him, your head was on his chest as he played with your hair and you traced random patterns on his stomach. 

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.” You looked up to him as he spoke. “I was kinda hoping we could do this more often? Will you uh, will you maybe be my girlfriend?” He quickly asked, screwing his eyes shut. You scooted up so you were level with his face, your hair curtaining around the both of you.

“What do you think my answer is, dumbass?” You laughed as you leaned down to kiss him, finally. The kiss was made of fire, it awakened your soul in an entirely new way. His arms came to hold your waist and you somehow ended up straddling him. He sat up so it wasn’t as uncomfortable for you. Galaxies were born and destroyed in that kiss. As you pulled away the both of you were left breathless.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m really hoping that’s a yes and not a very confusing no.”


A/N: Hi guys! I know this one is on the longer side, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I kinda strayed from the original request but I hope you still liked it! Any and all feedback is welcomed if you guys want, we love hearing from you! Actually pretty recently someone told me that one of our imagines made them cry, and that made my day (without trying to sound sadistic or anything lmao I was just happy my writing had that effect on someone)

Not Just a Girl

Fic Request: Can you do one where Lydias kind of like the smart girl in school no one really notices until Stiles the popular kid at school starts dating her and all these girls get jealous and start bashing at lydia?

Rating: T

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Nerd!Lydia

Author: allineedcd

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What Did I Get Myself Into? - 16

@coveofmemories @give-me-a-moose

This is coming to a close! One more chapter and then an epilogue. I hope you’ve enjoyed! I know I have :)


After buying the ring, Spencer had agonized for a week about how to propose.

“I finally have it all planned out,” he said, his friends sitting around him on the plane, eagerly awaiting the genius’ plan for his proposal. “I’ve agonized for a week and I think I finally figured out how I want to do it, providing I don’t vomit beforehand.” He felt like he had been sweating profusely for the past week. She loved him right? Of course she would say yes, but the lead up to everything still made him nervous.

“OK, hold on,” JJ said, turning toward the jet’s television system. “We have to patch Garcia in. She’ll never forgive us if you tell us how you’re going to propose and she’s not here to hear it.

Moments later, Garcia answered her call. “What do my loves need? You’re on your way home right?”

“Yup,” JJ said, turning towards Spencer.

“I was just about to tell everyone how I plan on proposing and we figured you’d want to be part of that conversation,” he smiled.

“Oh my god, yes,” Penelope said excitedly, leaning her elbows on her desk with her head in her hands. “Go on. Dazzle us with your continued brilliance.”

Once he had finished up with the story of how he’d hopefully get Y/N to be his wife, Garcia was crying, JJ and Emily were tearing up, and Luke, Tara and Rossi all gave him a hug, wishing him luck. They knew he wouldn’t need it, but it didn’t matter. He needed some kind of soothing so that he didn’t collapse on the spot.


“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, walking in the door after a three-day case out in Illinois. He walked over to you, gently taking your head in his hands and bringing your lips to his. He had to be careful not to bring you too close, lest you feel the velvet-lined box in the pocket of his coat.

“Hi, baby,” you replied. “I’ve missed you so much.” You parted his lips with your tongue, delving into the far reaches of his mouth, reminding him of what it was like to be home.

“It’s only been three days,” he said, secretly happy you’d missed him so much. “You ready for dinner tonight?”

“Absolutely!” you replied excitedly. You’d already picked out your outfit for tonight. It was a tea-length deep red dress with a sweetheart neckline and black lace sleeves. You’d bought it months ago as an impulse buy and hadn’t had the chance to wear it. Why not? You figured. You and Spencer had been going out for more than a year and he was taking you back to one of your favorite restaurants.

“Well, why don’t we both go get changed. Our reservation is at 6:30,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. If you hadn’t had a reservation already made, there was a definite possibility you would have just dragged him inside. The atmosphere was feeling especially romantic at the moment, and you just wanted him in bed. But instead, you turned around, grabbing his hand and leading you both toward the bedroom where you’d get changed.

Spencer switched out of his work clothes, which were slightly more casual than normal, considering he was on the plane home for most of the day. He wore a navy blue suit with dark purple button-down shirt underneath. There was a visible intake of breath when he saw you in the dress you’d picked out. “You look gorgeous,” he said, hoping there would be a ring on your finger at the end of the night.

As you left the apartment, Spencer turned back, saying he’d forgotten something, yet when he came out, he had nothing on him. Whatever. You were too dreamily in love with the man to care, so you made your way down to the car, where you’d finally return to one of your favorite spots.


When you arrived at the restaurant, you saw that Spencer had asked for a quiet table for two toward the back of the restaurant. On the table were a few small candles, as well as two fully-bloomed roses in a vase.

“This is beautiful,” you said, placing your hand on your boyfriend’s chest before sitting down. “I already know what I’m having.”

“Of course you do,” he said, smiling at you from across the table, “The same thing you always get when we’re here. Chicken florentine.”

You laughed. You were a bit predictable in that way. A few moments later, the waiter came to take your orders, which were placed quickly before you fell into conversation. Something seemed up with Spencer, he was very distracted and didn’t seem to want to talk about work. You guessed it was just the matter of a trying case. He’d probably feel better in a few days. After an hour and a half of delicious food and easy conversation, Spencer asked for your bill, paying it swiftly before leading you out of the restaurant.

Once you’d gotten back to the car, Spencer opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in. He had a habit of opening doors for you. When he closed the door, he opened the back door, grabbing something from the back seat before returning to the driver’s side.

“This is for you,” he said, handing you something that looked like a photo album. Spencer pulled out of the parking lot as you opened up the first page of the book. In his handwriting, was a quote by crime writer Dorothy L. Sayers:

“I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.”

As you flipped through the pages, you saw pictures from every stage of your relationship - from when you first started dating to as recently as the week before. There were pictures of just the two of you, pictures with him and his friends, pictures from your numerous trips to see his mother. Pictures from meals in the kitchen, to walks in the park, to pictures in bed after any number of sexy, romantic trysts. Hot tears streamed down your face, as page after page was filled with the past year’s worth of memories. Quotes about love written in his handwriting adorning nearly every page. By the time you’d gotten home, you were on the last page. At the top read, “I love you more than my own skin - Frieda Kahlo.”

In your sobs, you hadn’t heard or felt Spencer stop the car. You were home. He came around to your side of the car, opening the door, at which point you jumped out of the seat and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you so much,” you wept into his shoulder. “This is beautiful. Thank you.” He returned your kiss before leading you back upstairs.

After closing the apartment door behind you, Spencer pulled you close to him, kissing his way up and down your neck as you led him back to the bedroom. Now that you were home, you could have him all you wanted. The light was on. You never left the light on. 

You sat down on the bed, waiting as Spencer took off his coat and turned the lights off. “Come here,” you said, reaching out your hand for Spencer, who had glued himself in place near the door.

“Look up,” he said, pointing toward a faint glow over your head. In glow-in-the-dark letters on the ceiling was the message he wanted you to see. 

 - Will you marry me? - 

When you looked back down, he was on one knee in front of you, a small black velvet box perched in his hand. “Oh my god,” you cried, bringing your hands to your mouth. A beautiful green and white diamond ring shone in the faint light of the glow-in-the-dark stickers.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice as shaky as the day he’d asked you out more than a year ago. “I never thought in a million years that I would be lucky enough to find a woman like you. You are beautiful, funny, kind, intelligent, confident and everything I could ever want in a woman. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve you, but if you let me, I will gladly prove every day for the rest of my life, why I’m happy you chose me. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you cried, as he slipped the ring onto your finger. He looked up into your eyes, his own filled with tears as well.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing away your tears and lowering you down onto the bed.

You hoped he didn’t want to wait too long. You wanted to be his wife yesterday. “I love you, too.”

For Me

Summary: [One Shot]  Reader downloads Snapchat and shows Sam how to use it and things get interesting. And yes, smut.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Light Fluff, Very Light Dom!Sam, Masturbating, Oral, NSFW GIFS (Let me know if I am missing any)

Word Count: 2,230-ish

A/N: My first reader insert, ever, so be nice! Well hello there, I’m Dani, not new to Tumblr, but new to posting fanfics on here. I have been writing for YEARS, mostly on fanfiction and recently on AO3, but I thought it was about time I joined the Tumblr fanfic community. Not sure when this idea popped into my head but I remember having to write this. I’m not sure about the warnings, hopefully, I did it correctly. This is for all the Sam girls, enjoy! I have tagged some of my favorite writers, please let me know if you wish not to be tagged, thanks.

P.S. I did not steal this, I changed accounts and re-posted here.


@saxxxology @ilostmyshoe-79 @teamfreewill-imagine @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @deanscolette @kittenofdoomage @blushingsamgirl

Originally posted by loveviral

Originally posted by loveviral

“Snapchat? What the hell is that?” Dean asked from his position in the driver’s seat. You sat in the back with Sam’s phone in your hands.

“It’s an app where you take pictures or videos and send it to friends…”

“We don’t have any friends so why the hell would we download it?” Dean asked again.

“It can be used for other things…” you replied hitting download on the app.

“If you want to send dirty pictures why not just text them?” Dean asked. You smirked and didn’t reply. You made Sam an account and handed him his phone before grabbing your own phone. It was late in the morning when the three of you finally made it to the bunker. You were changing when Sam walked in on his phone. The snapchat app was open and he was trying to understand how it worked but he couldn’t really figure it out.

“How do you work this thing?” Sam asked as he came up behind you.

“It’s like using a camera, you snap a picture or record a video and then you send it to who you want.” You turned around and grabbed the phone from his hand and took a picture of him. You clicked on arrow pointing right and the next screen showed up.

“This is your contact lists, this is where you pick who to send it to. You can also put it on your story, which makes it public to all of yours friends and remains on there for 24 hours.” You posted it to his story and then showed him how to view his own story along with the others. And by others it was just your story. You had posted two pictures earlier while in the back of the impala, one of yourself and one of the boys backs of their head from your position in the backseat.

“How’s your ankle?” Sam asked as you sat down on the bed. You had taken a pretty nasty fall on the last hunt, tripping over a rock and falling into an open grave that you were not expecting and fracturing your ankle. So much for hunter instinct. You could walk on it with the help of the cast and the painkillers but it still slightly hurt. Three weeks. That’s how long the cast had to stay on. That’s how long you would not be able to hunt and unfortunately that’s how long you would have to stay at the bunker.

After a couple of days, Sam had gotten the hang of snapchat. You had been sending him snaps and he’d return them. Many of them were silly, some a little dirty. You’d even added Charlie to his account and yours, and finally after convincing Dean you managed to download and create an account for him as well, Impala67, as stolen from his dating app. Another two days passed by and Sam had found another hunt a state over and that night he and Dean were gone leaving you alone at the bunker.

One week. That’s how long Sam has been gone. One week of sleeping alone. One week of not being touched or kissed. Only one week and it was driving you nuts. When your phone rang you didn’t hesitate to pick it up. It was Sam telling you that they’d be done by tomorrow and should make it back to the bunker soon. He’d told you he’d really like more pictures and that he missed you. And that’s when you got an idea.

The next day you’d began sending him dirty photos but they started off really subtle. Biting your lip, cleavage, side boob, your ass in his favorite underwear, you dressed in just his shirt, and then more and more clothes started coming off. You send him a photo in just your panties, covering your breasts with your hands. You send him a picture of your bare ass then your bare ass while you bent over. Then, finally, fully naked in different angles. He replied to the first couple but once the clothes started coming off he stopped replying. You could see he opened them but he wouldn’t say anything, not even a text.

That night, you send him a couple more boob pics and then as you were lying in bed your hand slipped past your panties and you took a picture of it, of you touching yourself. You knew he loved when you touched yourself. Again, no reply. You took off the rest of your clothes and took varies pictures, trying out many different angles and sending the ones that weren’t completely horrible.

You were getting a little frustrated not getting any replies. But then he did. It wasn’t a clear photos, you couldn’t make out the background but it was dark and the words across the screen were, “Stop teasing.” You smirked and laid back down in the bed. You took another photo with your hands touching yourself and wrote “Put on some headphones” You knew he was probably somewhere near Dean and you didn’t want Dean to hear the dirty words that would come out of your mouth. You took another photo and wrote, “Headphones on, now!“

The first couple of videos included you showing off your body in front of the mirror in your room, fully naked. You whispered dirty words telling him how you wished he was here and all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you. Then, you laid in bed and recorded a clip of you touching yourself. First your breasts then down to your awaiting warmth. You recorded your fingers circling your clit a couple of times before deciding the angles weren’t so go good, so instead you decided to record your face as you laid there touching yourself.

The dirty sounds coming out of your own mouth surprised you. When you finally came you had gotten it on video, not all of it, but the last couple of seconds, you biting your lips. And then your fingers were in your mouth tasting yourself, you sent that to him too. Your last couple of snaps were just of you in bed saying, "I miss you. Can’t wait to have your cock buried deep inside me.” & “Hurry back home. I love you.” And with that you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up to someone touching your legs. Warm, calloused fingers made their way up your legs to your thighs and continuing upwards towards your breasts, grasping one and kneading it softly before traveling back down. The hand sneaked it’s way past your hips and then between your folds. You let out a soft moan as soft kisses trailed down your neck and shoulder.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“Are you going to punish me?” You asked softly not opening your eyes. The fingers between your legs stroked your folds before lazily rubbing small circles over your clit.

“Oh god, please punish me,” you said biting your lip and finally opening your eyes to meet his green ones staring back at you. You grinned at him and he leaned down to kiss your lips softly. The pressure and speed on your nub increased and you moaned into his mouth. His fingers then slipped down into your opening pushing in two fingers and curling. He used his thumb to continue circling your nub the best he could but it only lasted a few more seconds.  

“So wet for me,” he groaned taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Always,” you moaned. “I missed you.”

“I know, I saw the snaps…but it looked like you had a lot of fun all by yourself,” he whispered as his hand slipped from in between your legs, his fingers covered with your arousal. He held them up to you and you smiled taking his fingers in your mouth. You took the tip of his fingers in your mouth first, sucking hard and seductively before taking both his fingers fully into your mouth tasting yourself fully. Sam breathed hard as he watched you a barely audible moan escaped his lips.

You stared at Sam, his green eyes stared back at yours full of lust; dark and dangerous. You moaned releasing his fingers and capturing his lips with your own allowing him to taste you, all of you. You gripped the hair at the nape of his head tugging lightly and desperately kissing him. He tossed the light blanket off of you and then he rolled you over on top of him as he continued kissing you both hands splayed against your ass cheeks holding you close and allowing you to feel his throbbing erection between your legs.

“You’re wearing too much clothing right now,” you moaned into his mouth.

“Mm, I think I can do something about that…” He said and rolled you back on to your back. He kissed down your body stopping at your lower stomach before getting up and removing his shirt. You quickly stood up and kneeled in front of him looking him directly in the eyes as you helped him out of his jeans. When his cock sprang free you basically felt your mouth water. You lifted a brow in his direction.

“So hard for me,” you said with a smirk.

“Always.” He smiled and you leaned forward to take him in your mouth. You sucked on the tip, as you did with his fingers before relaxing your throat and taking as much of him as you could. Your head bobbed back and forth enjoying the taste of him before, Sam took control, fucking your mouth till he was groaning and coming down your throat, with his hand wrapped in your hair.

You leaned back grinning up at him. He was still hard, cock curved upwards slightly. You watched as he caught his breathe before standing up with his help. He walked you back to the bed, pushing you down onto your stomach, raising your hips so that your ass was in the air. He smacked your ass once and you moaned.

“You like that don’t you?” Smack. “Answer me,” he spoke again rubbing your ass cheek with his large hand, soothing the sting.

“God yes, always,” you moaned again as you felt him run two fingers up and down your wet core before pushing one finger into you, then two, and pumping slowly. His expert fingers worked you till you were dizzy with lust and your body couldn’t handle it anymore. But right before you came, he withdrew his fingers and trust into you with his cock.

Gripping the sheets in front of you, you yelled out in surprise, and pleasure. His thrusts were slow, but hard, working you slowly through your first orgasm which hit you quickly and strong. Then, his pace picked up. Digging his fingers into your hips hard as he pulled your body to his. You lifted yourself from your forearms to all fours to meet his trusts.

“Fuck Sam,” you moaned loudly, all that could be heard was the sound of slapping skin, Sam’s loud groans and both of you panting. When Sam stopped you were confused, you were close, but then Sam laid back on the bed next to you his legs dangling off the bed. He smirked at you and you quickly scrambled from your position to straddle him. You looked down at him as his hands found your thighs. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, feeling all of him as he filled you up, deeper this time.

“Oh god Sam,” you moaned staying there for a couple of seconds enjoying being filled completely. Sam rolled his hips once letting you know to move and you began moving, rocking back and forth a couple of times before grabbing his hands from your thighs and placing them on your breasts. He gave them a quick squeeze and then cupped them rubbing his thumb over your sensitive nipples.

“You’re perfect,” he moaned. “Touch yourself for me,” he added. You moaned loudly you as you increased your speed. Sam began meeting your thrusts. Your hand slipped down your body and your fingers found your clit. You began rubbing fast circles around your clit wanting to feel the release and Sam urged you on loving the way you looked when you touched yourself.

Your head fell back as you came, harder, stronger. You used his thighs to support yourself as you continued to roll your hips through the orgasm. Then, just as quick you found yourself on your back with Sam thrusting madly into you as his mouth attacked your neck, and finally finding his own release as you clenched around him milking him dry. He stayed surrounded by your warmth for a couple of minutes, kissing you softly before finally slipping ever so slowly from inside you. He quickly cleaned both of you off before falling into bed next to you.

“So I guess you really like snapchat app,” you asked with a smirk.

“I like the girl sending the snaps,” he replied kissing the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” And with that you wrapped yourself around him and then he tossed the covers over both of you after letting both of you cool down. You drifted asleep cuddled to his side as he played with your hair, kissing your head.


Because I am an emotional mess™ with everything that’s going on right now in my life, I’m going to write it out. That seems to be the only healthy way at the moment because I absolutely hate crying when it comes to serious things and I hate talking about my feelings, so this is a win for me and hopefully a win for you as well. Anyway, rant over.

Word count: 508
Warnings: Death, Sadness, Angst
Pairings: Bucky x Reader 
Summary: Things suck. Life sucks. People are dying. But Bucky’s there to help you through it all. 

Originally posted by loveviral

Your phone is always ringing, and it’s usually family or old friends on the other line. All of them call to ask you how you’ve been? How’s work? What’s happening in your life right now? How’s Bucky? 

You look forward to your grandmother’s calls in particular; they come every Wednesday. She always has the best things to tell you about her recent trip to some far away country you wish to see. Her latest trip was to Rome to see the Vatican. She must have sent you hundreds of pictures that she took with the iPhone you got her for her 82nd birthday.

You pick your phone up for the third time, eyebrows bunched together in confusion, “Hm.”

Bucky lowers his book an inch, eyes peeking out over the pages, “What’s the matter?”

“She hasn’t called.” You simply say, turning to rest your head against his bent knee.

His hand comes down to tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently, “Nana?”

“Yeah, she usually calls by now.” You sigh, not quite worried, but curious to know where she’d run off to this week.

“She’s probably on a flight to, like, Scandinavia, or something…” He murmurs, brushing hair away from your face.

You laugh through your nose at Bucky’s joke, fingers tracing patterns over his jean clad knee, “Yeah, she’s probably just eating lunch with the Pope.”

“Or swimming with the president.”

“Having tea with the queen.” A loud laugh breaks from your mouth, “Or getting a facial with Oprah Winfrey.”

The laughter between the two of you is interrupted by your ringtone.

“There she is!” Bucky exclaims, swatting your rear as you run for your phone, but when you flip it over, it’s your aunt.

Again, your eyebrows furrow, but you answer the call, “Hi, Aunt Donna, how are you?”

“Baby Doll, it’s Nana,” She sniffles and your smile immediately falls.

“What happened?” You wheeze out, as if you had been punched in the gut.

Her next words sound muffled, and your entire world feels like it was suddenly turned upside down. The tears are immediate and violent. Your entire body trembles with sadness and you hear your aunt apologizing, telling you that the family will meet tomorrow at your Nana’s favorite restaurant.

“O-okay, I’m sorry.” You whisper shakily, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

“No, baby, I’m sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow; I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hang up, turning on your heel to go to Bucky, but he’s already standing behind you, pulling you into his chest.

“Oh, god, Bucky, she’s dead. Oh my god-d.” You sob, clutching his shirt in your hands tightly.

“It’s alright, it’s okay.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, pressing you closer to his body when he feels your knees give out from beneath you. He sinks to the ground slowly with you on his lap. “I’m sorry, baby, so so sorry. You’re alright; it’s gonna be alright.”

Your tears didn’t stop until you had fallen asleep, face kept hidden in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

Creepypasta #538: It’ll Find Me Eventually

So a long time ago, back in my non-photogenic days, we lived in a big old house in the country. Yeah, I know it’s cliché, but it was a nice place with little trap doors and closets, old wallpaper, and grainy wood floors that felt good on your feet. It smelled very old, but in a good way, like how a grandmother’s house would smell.

I lived there with my little cousin, who was adopted by us when his parents were in a train accident. He was too little to remember them, so he was basically like a little brother to me. He and I played Barbies and Spaceman and whatever other childish game we could conjure up with plastic dolls and old boxes. It was nice outdoors, and we were able to keep chickens because the property was large and there were few neighbors to tell us what to do. Heck, my parents could have spray painted the house like green and nobody would have cared a bit.

From what we later learned, the events could have happened from when we were barely toddling, but we wouldn’t have remembered. After all, it was usually small and insignificant things at first. A matchbox car that had probably rolled under the refrigerator, or a rubber doll shoe that probably got lost playing in the yard. Even though we never found things we lost, it’s not like we had any sort of reason to believe we would ever are the stuff again. As children, my cousin and I just kind of assumed that it was a fact of life. Things just sometimes go missing and never turn up.

It wasn’t until I started going to school that I realized that things weren’t supposed to work that way. I think it began when I lost a little plastic ring at school. My teacher noticed I wasn’t wearing it and asked where it was. I said it was gone, but that was okay because that happens sometimes. The teacher laughed and shook her head and took me to the lost and found, where I retrieved the cheap piece of jewelry. I was amazed that it wasn’t gone forever. After all, didn’t they just sort of go to lost-things-land after awhile?

When I started going to sleepovers and summer camps is when I really started to realize that things only went missing at home. I was very well organized, but a stray pen or a little barrette that I could have sworn was just there was always gone in an instant. I asked my mother and father if stuff like that happened to them, but they shook their heads and told me I was just being forgetful. As my cousin and I stopped sharing toys, he found that less of his things went missing.

One of the most frightful disappearances however, was when it got my first puppy. Mother had gone with Father to a church fundraiser and my cousin was on a trip to an amusement park (maybe Six Flags?) for the weekend with his friend. I had just got a puppy, a little mutt from a farm down the road. Her name was Sophie and she was still quite small and loud.

Well, that night I was home alone, and she had been very quiet for whatever reason, a little bit more alert than usual. I sat her on my lap and began to brush her with a little wire doll brush to calm her down. I got up to use the toilet at some point, and when I came back, both Sophie and the brush were gone. Even the clumps of fur that had come out of the brush had vanished.

This was the final straw for me. I hated that house. My family was concerned and feared for my well being. I got a new dog, a burly pit bull. This one never got stolen, and made me feel a lot more secure. Things kept going missing, but not as often anymore. I started taking inventory of the items in my room, and never slept easily when something was missing.

I eventually went to college and got a career. After buying my own place, I picked up my pit bull, Loki, from my parents’ house where he was staying. We have a nice little place right now, him and me.

About a month ago, Mother called to tell me and my cousin (who is still in college) that they were downsizing and needed our help moving stuff out of the house. I didn’t want to see that house very much; it still sort of creeped me out. But I decided that if I took my dog, then I would feel more secure.

After working on moving some of the boxes out, my cousin and I decided to take Loki for a walk down the road. He was happy as a dog could be, sniffing around in the dirt and worms. But about a half-mile or so from the house, he started barking into the trees. I tried to lead him onward, but he kept barking at the same area. Confused, my cousin and I followed him through the woods until we reached a small shack. It was a little bigger than an outhouse and blackened from rot. I wasn’t sure why Loki found it so interesting.

After looking around a bit, my cousin found a dirty Rubbermaid box. He opened it and the color drained from his face. I looked inside.

It was like a time capsule, almost. My toys, accessories, toiletries, writing utensils, the glasses I lost in 3rd grade. Spare change, socks, whatever it was I lost. I was amazed, as well as super creeped out. But it wasn’t even the worst part yet.

Loki kept digging at the ground, and eventually unearthed a similar shallowly buried box. The contents of this one were much more appealing. Along with minor trinkets was a puppy carcass. The carcass had marks running down its side, which matched the spokes of the little wire doll brush.

I don’t know if I have ever wept that hard in my entire life. My cousin later helped me bury my little dog. Poor Sophie had been flayed alive with a brush, and I never even knew.

The next day, I packed up and left. I was glad my parents were leaving that house. I don’t want to see any of that area again.

You’re probably wondering why I’m posting this here, but it’s because of something that happened earlier today. I didn’t explain about the pictures I’ve been getting on my phone. Pictures of me playing in the backyard. Pictures of me inside at the family dinner table. Pictures of me doing homework, taken from under the couch. Even a picture of me from afar, packing to leave for college. And the most recent one is of me jogging this morning. I tried to send these to my family and friends but they won’t send. People are telling me that their phone won’t load the images.

A big, metal serving spoon went missing today from my dishwasher. It’s found me.

Credits to: KickButtBallerina

2015 Early Summer Issue: Volume 68

Satoshi Ohno & Jun Matsumoto Special
Matsumoto Jun invites Ohno on an impromptu artistic Las-Vegas-y walk around town

February 2015:  In order to prepare for their upcoming tour, Arashi’s choreography leader Ohno Satoshi and concert leader Matsumoto Jun, decide to travel to Las Vegas to study.  Part of their trip was aired on “Arashi in Shiyagare” so many of you may already be aware of it.  Actually, they had one more day off during that trip.  To be exact, they had free time before the show they planned to see started, which got Matsumoto Jun thinking.  “If I don’t force Leader to come out with me, I bet he’ll stay cooped up in the hotel all day”…he determined.  Which leads us to Matsumoto Jun who, in hopes of entertaining Ohno Satoshi, takes him along on a “completely casual and unplanned walk around Las Vegas.”  Here is our belated report.

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Looking For An Escape - Calum Imagine

request; can you do one with Calum where you’re a fan and see him outside downtown alone and are nervous to walk to him bc you know he probably wouldn’t like that but go up to him and ask if he wants to hang out/go somewhere/ walk or something and get away from his famous lifestyle for a bit and you can do whatever you want or something!! thank you!! love your writing!!

thank you lovely, anon :) hope you like this imagine :D 

(pictures and gif used are not mine. credits to owners.)

You had gone downtown to visit the music store. You took a trip downtown every couple weeks to check out some records whenever it was time for some new music. You were looking around the older records, you were more into older music than the new stuff that’s on the radio today. You were well known in the small shop since you do come here often, always looking for something new. 

You wondered off into the more grunge bands section. There you found all your favorite bands. But your most recent obsession was Nirvana. You had just listened to their “Bleach” album and now you were looking for more albums. As you were looking through all the albums they had, you came across a hand. You looked up to apologize, but were in shock when you saw who’s hand that was. It was Calum. As in Calum Hood. From your favorite band 5 Seconds of Summer. All of a sudden you got nervous. You didn’t want to bug him since he probably runs into fans all the time and never gets to be somewhere in peace. But you really wanted to talk to him. Who knew, this may be the only time you’ll ever get to talk to him. 

“S-Sorry.” You stutter, nervously putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“It’s okay.” He smiles. 

You didn’t know what else to say. You were nervous and still in shock that Calum was in front of your eyes.

“I see you’re a fan.” He smirks, pointing down to the album you had in your hand.

So maybe you had grabbed a copy of Sounds Good Feels Good before looking for Nirvana. 

You sheepishly smiled up at him. “Y-Yeah. I just started to listen to you guys and I fell in love with your music.” 

It was true. You just started listening to them and instantly fell in love with their music. But you didn’t want to fangirl over them. Especially in front of Calum.

“That’s really great to hear.” He grins. 

“Yeah. So what are you doing over here all alone? If I can ask.”

“I was wondering downtown, looking for an escape. Then I came across this shop and decided to look in.” He shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. 

You didn’t want to be nosy or anything, but you wanted to know what he was talking about by looking for an escape. Was something wrong with him? Was he okay?

“What do you mean by looking for an escape?” You ask, confused.

“An escape from my life I guess that’s what I’m looking for. I’m always so busy and there’s so much on my plate that sometimes I just need a break. Then the fame gets in way of me being able to do the things I want to do without having to worry about the public eye watching me. I mean I love what I do, it’s just the lifestyle that it comes with.” Calum opens up to you.

It seems like he’s been wanting to talk it out with someone because it was so easy for him to tell you how he felt. You knew that being a celebrity comes with all those things and that it can get difficult. You wanted to help him relive some of his stress. Help him escape his life for at least just this night. And you had the perfect idea to help him escape.

“You wanna get out of here? Like go somewhere and enjoy the night while it’s still young.” 

He looked at you for a moment. “Sure. Why the hell not? I can use some enjoying.”

You chuckle at his response. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Calum. Not the Calum Hood. I’m just Calum tonight.” 

You smile, taking his hand and running out the door. You feel the breeze hit your face as you ran. You didn’t know why you ran, probably because you had a feeling that fans were going to notice Cal or something. Or maybe it was the sudden rush of adrenaline flowing through out your body. You went to where your car was parked, throwing Cal the keys. He gave you a puzzled look as he caught the keys. “You’re driving.” Was all you said as you got in the passenger seat. You figured he would have more fun driving, having control at least for the night. Driving always helped you whenever you were stressed so you figured why not let Calum give it a try and see if it relaxes him. You knew the perfect place to drive by, and the night was meant for it.

You gave Cal a couple directions, leading you to a highway that goes around the beach and takes you to a killer view. 

The windows were down, the music on loud, your hair blowing in the wind. It was perfect. You could see Cal was enjoying your little trip, a smile on his face the whole time you guys drove. It was nice and relaxing being alone with him. It didn’t feel like you were hanging out Calum Hood. It just felt like you were hanging out with a regular, normal person. You guys talked in between commercials, getting to know each other, laughing, and singing along to the songs when they came back on the radio. 

You guys reached the beach finally and got off the car. You took off your shoes and ran across the beach. Soon after Calum came after you, chasing you. He caught you and spun you around. You giggled the whole time, feeling this describable feeling being there with him. After a while of messing around, you finally settled down and walked along the shore line. 

“Thank you.” Cal says, stopping.

You stop as well, looking at him. “For what?” 

“For taking me out and helping me remember how to enjoy life.” He says, his eyes boring into your eyes.

“I’d do this all over again just to see you this happy. It’s been hanging out with you.” You admit.

“This has been the best night of my life. And I mean it.” He tells you, his voice in a whisper tone.

He starts to move closer to you, taking your hands in his. You look into each other’s eyes, none of you saying a word. You felt the butterflies in your stomach erupt, the feeling you had felt earlier returning. 

Your faces were inches apart, both of you moving in closer and closer. Finally your lips met his, sharing a long and passionate kiss.

“I really hope I get to see you again. I don’t think I’d survive without seeing you again.” He whispers against your lips.