ugh marry me both of you

haha yea those two WOULD be cute together wouldn’t they? I don’t think I’ll end up making that canon though hahaha
—  Famous last words of a writer before a pairing consumes their life

anonymous asked:

I'm genderqueer and I wear a big blue "they" pin on my vest at the Bullseye. But mothers keep insisting on telling their spawn to "hand this to the lady" or making comments like "aww do you wanna marry her??" Like dude please cease and desist. It's super uncomfortable. Just cut out the "lady" part and say them, and stop making weird heteronormative comments about your 2 year old wanting to marry me. I know these are kind of different issues, but they both make my skin crawl ugh

anonymous asked:

Hi! So hapy to know you're doing something special for the Choi boys! Can I request MC deciding to give a cat to Saeyoung for his birthday?

Countdown to the Cake: 4


The Rainbow Code

SaeyoungxMC


You feet hurt. You’ve been strolling in the mall for almost 2 hours now, trying to find the perfect birthday gift for your fiancée, it wouldn’t be that hard if it wasn’t for the two whining messes complaining behind you.

“My back hurt.” Yes, Yoosung, we got it when you said the 9 times before.

“Ugh… I’m bored. Can we stop and get some ice cream?”

“No, not yet. Let’s stroll a little more, Saeran. Please… bare with me, guys.”

“MC, we’ve wandered around these shops before,there’s nothing here you haven’t seen before.”

“I know, but what if we passed for the right gift and I didn’t notice?”

“You know you could give him a pair of socks and he would still squeal like an idiot because it’s coming from you, right?” Saeran says, crossing his arms.

“Ugh… but I can’t give him socks, Saeran. I… he really didn’t give you any hint on what he would like?”

“Nope. And I would have noticed since he is not really subtle at hinting, that fool.” You groan in annoyance. “Just… accept you’re not finding anything here, MC.”

“What about some fancy hair products? I saw this shampoo that revitalizes color and…” Saeran shuts down and stops listening, it’s not like you cared as you keep blabbering and walking inside the cosmetic store.

He sits next to Yoosung in the bench and groans in annoyance.

“What’s wrong with her? Why she doesn’t just give up? Ugh… my brother and her are such a match in that sense.”

“But, Saeran… if you don’t like helping her, why are you here?”

“I can’t help it, she… she called the violet code.”

“The what?”

“Violet stands for ‘MC needs help’. It’s a stupidity Saeyoung created, we have these secret codes between us to make sure MC is happy, it’s… it’s so cheesy and stupid!”

“And whatever this is, you’re still following it.”

“Well, yeah! It’s simple, happy MC means happy Saeyoung, and happy couple means less problems for me to deal with. Seriously, you have no idea the hell these two fools make when they fight.”

“Oh, I do. Last time they fought, Saeyoung called me crying because MC apparently hated him and he wanted to rent a zeppelin to win her back.” Saeran rolls his eyes, yeah… he knew everything about the zeppelin ordeal.

“So you know why I follow Saeyoung stupid’s rainbow code.”

“Rainbow? Oh my God, there are 7 codes for this? You gotta tell me which are the other codes!”

“Yoosung, have you found something for him?” you walk out of the store and stop in front of them.

“I did, MC. I bought these comic books I thought he would like while you were seeing those customized sweaters.” Which, thankfully… you didn’t buy.

“Oh… comic books, yeah… that’s so thoughtful and adorable, Yoosung. Ugh… you should be his fiancé instead of me…”

“I’ll pass, but… don’t feel down, MC. I’m sure you’ll think of something meaningful to both of you that expresses your feelings very well.”

“How about cat lingerie, then?”

“He already has cat lingerie…” you sigh. Saeran feels like saying something, but… nah, better pretend he didn’t hear this.  

“Okay, have you ever considered asking him directly what he wants, like you did to me?”

“I did, but… I want to think of this myself, you know? We’re getting married pretty soon, I have to be able to give him what he wants without him telling me.”

“MC… don’t you think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself? You’ve been engaged for less than a year now…”

“Don’t even try, Yoosung. She’s stubborn just like him. And…” he gets up and starts to walk “I have no patience for any of this!”

“But Saeran, the violet code…”

“Fuck the violet code, MC”

“Wait, isn’t the rainbow code a thing just between the twins?”

“Yeah, and there’s the blue code in this.”

“Which means ‘MC is spending too much time with us and learning how to hack, so she knows the codes.’” Saeran explains in total boredom.

“Yeah…I called the violet code, not Saeyoung. So you still have to help me, Saeran!”

“I’m trying to help you, but there’s nothing I can do if you can’t take my help, you know? Ugh… fuck this, I’m gonna get some ice cream.”

“Ugh… what do I do, Yoosung?”

“Right now? Tell me all the codes, I’m so curious,MC!”

Saeran goes all the way to the ice cream shop muttering. How can you and his brother be so alike? It’s almost disturbing! Too bad you’re actually likeable most of the times and now he really feels this need to help you…

He picks the flavor he wants and pays to the girl in the cashier, who… happens to look vaguely familiar. What the hell?

“Have a nice day, sir!”

“You too… Saeyoung.” The girl widens her eyes before lowering her head and chuckling.

“Guess I can’t fool you, brother.”

“I’m not sure if I really want to know, but… what the fuck, Saeyoung?”

“Well, you know those days when you just want to put on a cute dress and infiltrate into the ice cream shop in the mall where your fiancée is buying your birthday gift? It’s… one of those days.”

“So you’re spying on her.”

“I prefer ‘watching her steps attentively’, please.”

“And why are you s… watching her steps attentively?”

“Yes, Saeyoung, why are you spying on me?” holy shit! You and Yoosung are standing next to the balcony.

“Saeyoung? Who is this handsome man named Saeyoung you all keep talking about?” he does this weird high voice, and you cross your arms, glaring at him and making him sigh. “Hi, honey…”

“What are you doing, Saeyoung? I told you before how creepy it is when you do things like that!”

“I know, and I’m trying to stop, but… I couldn’t stay at home knowing you and my brother were trying to get something for me. I… don’t know, MC, I panicked, okay?”

“Why did you panic?”

“Because… it’s… it’s still hard to believe, MC. My fiancée going to the mall with my brother and my best friend to get me a birthday present, is this real? Is this… happiness real? I… can’t really stay home while something like this is happening, I can’t miss all the happiness that is surrounding my life right now, because… what if it ends?”

Yoosung looks at you and Saeran, he’s honestly shocked, he knew how much Saeyoung still struggled with his depressive thoughts from time to time, but he never really saw one of these moments in person. You and Saeran apparently did, though.

“You’re such a moron, Saeyoung.” Whoa… not the reaction he was expecting from Saeran.

“Ugh… I know. And I’m really sorry, bro. I’m sorry, Yoosung. And I’m sorry… MC.”

“I… told you more than once you don’t have to apologize so much, silly. And… I also told you it won’t end, Saeyoung. I’m here, we’re getting married in less than a month, and your brother is here too. This is just your first birthday we’re spending together, the first of many. I’ll be here for you getting older with you every year of our lives. So… don’t worry about missing moments, there are so many important ones to come.” You just feel your own tears when you see his.

“I can’t believe you two are really crying and making a scene in an ice cream shop. Can you believe it, Yoosung?”

“I can…” of course, because he’s crying too.

The four of you finally leave the shop. Saeran still can’t believe he’s the one to apologize for his friends’ weirdness. He, of all people.

He really needs a break from you two, and Yoosung needs to recompose yourself. So now it’s just the two of you sitting in the bench.

“So, uhm… thank you for what you said, MC.I… am sure you’re tired of always repeating the same stuff to me, but I appreciate it, you know, the way you appreciate me. The way you love me.”

“I do love you, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do… and that makes me realize that’s the best gift I could possibly have, and not only for my birthday.” You blush, and he giggles. You don’t really mind getting flustered if he makes him smile like this. “The idea of us being this old couple, sitting on our rocking chairs in the porch, talking about how young people have no respect and… surrounded by cats, and…”

“Wait, what?”

“What what?”

“Surrounded by cats?”

“Well, yeah… I… love cats, and  despite of what Jumin think, I would be a good owner, if you… helped me.” then it hits you, the perfect birthday gift!

“Saeyoung?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m calling the red code.”

“No…”

“Yes!”

“Yes?”

“YES!”

“YEEEESS!” he gets up and takes your hand, hugging you. Then he lifts you up before pulling you closer for a kiss. And you two laugh.

“Whew… they’re okay. I thought we would have to call the zepellin guy again…” Yoosung whispers to Saeran. But you and Saeyoung notice their presence again pretty quickly.

“Hey, Saeran, guess what?” you ask him.

“What?”

“She called the red code!” you two giggle, still hugging each other.

“No…”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“YES!”

“SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT DOES THE RED CODE MEAN, FOR GOD’S SAKE!” Yoosung almost shouts in confusion.

“MC WANTS TO ADOPT A CAT!” you and Saeyoung say at the same time.


You can see the other days here!

How Do You Forget?

okay so here’s my take on something that has most definitely been written before and will be written again.

it’s an au, obviously, where jd and veronica are in college and together and happy. 

once again this is dedicated to the wonderful @jdronica bc i love her blog, she has given me so much inspiration and i need to stop right here or i’ll be going on all night.

thanks/blame to @gender-lessgoon for encouraging me. dammit woman this is all your fault.

i hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you did the last! i’m churning em out while i’ve got the motivation and ideas so… yeah, enjoy! (even though the beginning is rushed and it’s literally so short and once again unedited why do i keep doing this to you guys i am very sorry)

Originally posted by deadblogwalking

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Veronica groaned as her alarm went off, rolling out of bed and padding to the bathroom as she wrapped her robe around herself, wiping her eyes and yawning as she started her day.

As she washed her hands, staring at her reflection, she noted a hickey on her collarbone and rolled her eyes. She loved her boyfriend, she really did, but JD could be a little…enthusiastic.

She made her way back into the bedroom, feeling her heart melt a little as it did every time she saw JD asleep. He was just too damn cute, she thought.

“Hey, you, wake up!” she said loudly, and JD grumbled faintly and burrowed deeper into the mattress. Veronica rolled her eyes again and pulled the covers off him.

“JD, it’s time to get up,” she said mock-sternly, and he rolled over to squint at her with betrayal written all over his face.

“Why must you hurt me in this way?” he croaked, and Veronica’s heart jumped at the gravel in his voice.

“I’m gonna do my makeup and then make eggs and bacon,” she told him, tossing his robe on top of him.

As she turned away, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the bed as she squeaked in surprise. He nuzzled his face into her neck.

“Don’t get up yet,” he murmured. “Stay with me.”

“JD,” she sighed, pushing him away, “you know I’d love to, but we’ve got class at nine, and it’s seven thirty. We need to get ready.”

He grumbled again as she shoved herself up off the bed once more.

“Okay, but consider this-we could just not go,” he said, and Veronica sighed.

“JD, I’ve missed class five times in two weeks because of you,” she said, walking back to the bathroom to brush her hair and do a little makeup.

She heard him get up, and then he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I thought I provided an enjoyable alternative to academia,” he mumbled, and she chuckled, leaning forward to brush mascara onto her lashes. JD held very still, knowing that distracting her now was a supremely bad idea.

“Yes,” she hummed, finishing and leaning back into his chest to survey the results, “but you know as well as I do that we both need a good grade.”

JD sighed and lightly kissed her neck before he released her and went to go get dressed.

~~~

Veronica only burned the eggs a little, which she counted as a success, though JD sighed at her.

“Hey, you want unburned eggs, you get up and make them yourself,” she told him archly, and he rolled his eyes and sat at the table.

Breakfast passed in relative peace and quiet until JD spoke up.

“I’m thinking a spring wedding,” JD mused, “or maybe fall. Don’t want it to be too cold though.”

Veronica blinked at him and laughed.

“Babe, we’re not even engaged yet,” she informed him, taking another bite of her eggs.

He froze, looking at her with wide eyes, fork full of eggs halfway to his mouth. She wrinkled her nose at him and swallowed her mouthful, taking a drink of her milk before she raised an eyebrow at him as he slowly lowered the fork.

“So that’s what I forgot to do last night,” JD said eventually, shock and horror coloring his tone, and Veronica couldn’t help herself.

“Oh my God,” she choked, trying valiantly not to laugh. JD’s gaze dropped to his plate, and Veronica couldn’t hold it in anymore.

She burst out into helpless giggles, which quickly turned into a full on belly laugh as JD pouted.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he whined, and she pressed a hand to her mouth as her shoulders shook.

“I’m so sorry,” she gasped, “but love, how do you forget to propose?”

JD’s cheeks flushed, and Veronica’s heart stuttered slightly as butterflies erupted in her stomach, even after years of being together.

He stood abruptly, leaving Veronica at the table alone. Her forehead creased as she stood to follow him, but before she could, he was entering the kitchen once more, this time holding a small black velvet box that Veronica instantly recognized for what it was. Her hands flew to her mouth as he dropped to one knee.

“Look, I know it’s not romantic, and we’re literally in the middle of breakfast, but…ugh,” JD groaned, cheeks still flushed as Veronica’s eyes began to well up with tears. “I love you, Veronica Sawyer, and…I want you in my life, for the rest of my life. I want you to be mine, officially, forever. So, will you marry me?”

“Oh, my God, you idiot,” Veronica breathed, and dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him with a force that knocked them both to the floor.

When they parted, Veronica laughed breathlessly.

“Sorry for knocking you over. Jason Dean, I’d be honored to be your wife.”

JD’s grin knocked the breath out of Veronica again just as she had begun to catch it, and she leaned down to kiss him once more, eggs forgotten and growing cold on the table.

They were late to class, and Veronica had to wear a scarf for almost a week, but they were engaged, and to her, it was worth it.

~~~

“So, spring or fall?”

“Definitely spring. The flowers will be blooming.”

“Yeah, but come on, they aren’t gonna be able to hold a candle to you.”

“JD, come here and let me kiss you.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Dear Journal,

This morning Regulus went to eat at our table. When he sat down next to Sophie, they both blushed. They are so cute. They haven’t asked eachother on a date yet but they are definetly waiting for the other to make a move! When the girls were done, they all went outside, leaving the boys behind.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sirius asked Regulus.

“What do you mean?” Reg reaponded.

“Sophie is only waiting for you to ask her out Merlin! You’re so cluless sometimes Reggie!” He laughed.

“But are you sure she likes me back?”

“I heard that she does..” I smirked.

“Ugh.. this is so hard! I wish I were a brave Gryffindor like you guys..” Regulus said looking down.

“Hey it’s hard for us too! It took me years to finally kiss Remus!” Sirius laughed.

“It did!” I laughed too.

“Now come on! Go ask her!” Sirius said, standing up.

“But what about Mother? If she finds out i’m not dating the girl I’m supose to marry… Plus she’s a muggleborn Gryffindor! She would be so mad!” He said, fear in his eyes.

“Hey.. She won’t find out.. and If she does, I will protect you okay?” He said, both of his hands on his little brothers shoulders.

“I really like her Sirius..” he said.

“I know.. You go get the girl now!” He said tapping his shoulder.

Regulus walked outside and went straight up for the girls. He took Sophie aside and asked her. We were to far to hear anything, but once she jumped in his arms, we knew it worked. Sirius was smilling at his little brothers happiness. When Reg came back, Sirius ruffled up his hair.

“I knew you could do it Reg.”

“Thank you Sirius. I missed you the past years.. I’m glad we made up!” He said hugging him.

Sirius was suprised. He never gets hugs from anyone except me. He slowly layed his arms around his little brothers figure. I smiled to myslef. They were happy after all.

We spent the rest of the day at the library, studying and writting our essays. We were sitting on a small table in a silent corner of the library. I was curently reading my potions notes and i felt Sirius’ hand lay down on the small of my back.

“I’m trying to concentrate love… You’re not helping..” i smiled.

“We’ve been here for two hours! I can’t resist you longer than that!” He giggled.

“Let me finish this page first okay love?”

“Hurry up…”

I tried to continue my reading. I “tried”. Sirius was leaving kisses on my neck. It sent shivers through my spine and i gave up. I closed the book and took his cheeks in my hands. I crashed my lips against his and his hands found their way to my clothed chest. My eyes were shut tight as our lips touched. Every kiss was like the first one. Magical. Perfect. We kissed but got interupted by a first year boy. When i saw him, i pushed Sirius away from me and smiled to the little boy.

“Hum sorry..” he whispered looking down.

“Don’t be sorry mate, we were the ones kissing in the library!” Sirius giggled.

“Hum.. are you Remus?” He asked me.

“Yes. Do you need anything?”

“Hum.. the librarian told me you could help me find this book..” he said, handing me a small piece of paper.

“Sure! Come with me..” I left with the small boy and guided him to the section he was looking for.

“What’s your name?” I asked him, bending my neck to look at his small figure.

“Johnny!” He said smilling to me.

“You like books Johnny?” I asked him while searching for the book he wanted.

“I do. People tell me i should stop reading all the time..” he said, his smile fading away.

I bent my knees so I could be as short as him.

“Don’t. You do what you like okay? You are the only one who can choose. I like books too! And if you want me to talk to those mean people, i will!” I said, smilling to him.

I brang back his smile and he thanked me. I grabbed his book and handed him, telling him it was a good one.

“Was that your boyfriend? The boy with you?” He asked, blushing and playing with his small hands.

“Yes, he is.”

“Do you love him?”

“I do. A lot.”

“Do people bully you about it?” He asked frowning.

“Why do you want to know?” I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“Do you think I would get bullied if I liked boys?”

“Do you like boys?”

“..yes…I think..” he said, looking down.

“Hey, you can love boys if you want.. you just have to be confident. Don’t listen to other people okay?” I said, smilling to him.

“Okay.. thank you Remus..” he smilled.

“You can come to me anytime okay? If you do what you want, you’ll be happy! Also if you want me to recommend you some books i will be more than happy to do so!”

“Okay!” He smiled.

“Enjoy your book!”

“I will!” He left with a big smile on his face.

I stood up and saw Sirius leaning on a near by bookshelf. He was smilling with his hands in his trousers pockets. When Johnny was long gone, he walked up to me and softly kissed my lips.

“That was really cute Re..” he said.

“You saw all of it?”

“Yes.. you will make a great dad that’s for sure..”

“You will too. You were great with Regulus this morning..” I said, smilling.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.”

-Remus
Feburary 16th 1976

idk man

hey! some danatole + a whole bunch of wedding stuff because i owe you all some good fluff

also: my first week of rehearsals is almost done! please keep in mind that while my next week of rehearsals is happening im going to be in another production at the same time (i have a couple hours in between) so updates may be slow and most likely posted on the weekend or the week after next!! thanks i love you all

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The Mom Ch. 4

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: Troubling thoughts…

Warnings: Fluff and some angst. Trigger Warning: This chapter touches on the subject of Postpartum Depression. (PPD) Reader discretion is advised!

Author’s Note: Just a touch of angst in this chapter, I swear. But there’s also plenty of the fluffy stuff.  And, there’s a bit of an homage to @mainhoonemily‘s incredible story “After Midnight”. I hope she can forgive me… lol

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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“______-ah, that was a delicious breakfast! I  missed your cooking while I was gone.” Seung Hyun sighed as he pushed himself away from the little kitchen table. Sung Ja gurgled happily from her bouncy seat. “Just you wait, dumpling… you’re going to love your mom’s cooking.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed tiredly. “Dumpling? Really, Seung Hyun?”

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randomlazymusiclover  asked:

Hi~ just wanted to request some thing like jungkook cheats and we're married but the reader still wants to be with him. But jungkook wants to be with the girl he cheated with so he only lets the reader be with him for one week and still goes out with the other girl and in that time the reader realizes she doesn't need him and leave him.But then jungkook wants her back and tries to win her back but the reader doesn't give in too easily and please let it have a happy ending!!!❤

A/N: Sorry I forgot about that one-week thing… I hope I did a good job!

I never thought it would turn out like this. I stared in disbelief at the scene in front of me, tears filling my eyes.

      “Jungkook…?” My words sounded foreign to my ears because of how choked up I was.

      “Jungkook, who’s she?” the girl asked.

      The scene before my eyes was this: Jungkook, my husband, was in the middle of having sex with a woman I had never seen.

I was appalled.

      Jungkook immediately got up off of her, and covered both of them with the blanket. My blanket.

      “It’s not what it-”

      “Oh, shut up! What’s ‘not what it looks like?’ It is exactly what it looks like! You’re fucking some girl in our bed! Under my covers! Jungkook, who bought this ring?!” I screeched, showing him my left ring finger. I waited for an answer.

      “I did,” he said, with a moment’s hesitation. “But now, I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t have.”

      With those words, my heart shattered. My tears flooded over and streamed down my cheeks. “I thought you loved me. Well, clearly, you don’t!” I yelled. I grabbed the nearest heavy object and threw it at him. Then I ripped off my wedding ring and threw it onto the ground as hard as I could.

      “Fuck you, Jungkook!” I screamed, my heart burning in anguish. I ran outside, plugged my keys into my car, and left.

      I headed down to my friend Taehyung’s house, because he was always good at cheering me up when things got bad. When I pulled into his driveway, he opened his door, having heard my car.

      I ran in, grabbed one if the pillows from off his couch, and curled up on it. I buried my face into the pillow, sobbing. Taehyung slowly approached me and sat next to me, rubbing my back gently.

      “It’s okay, (y/n). Get it out,” he said, soothingly.

      “It’s not o-okay,” I said between sobs. “It’ll n-never be okay, e-ever again!” I began to sob harder. Taehyung side-hugged me.

      “Aw, (y/n), don’t be like that. I’m sure whatever happened can be fixed, somehow. If you tell me what’s wrong, I might even be able to help,” he said into my ear.

      I tried to catch my breath before speaking, which didn’t work at all: I was in hysterics. “Jun-Jungkook, he che-eated on me-e. With a girl that I do-don’t even know! I’ve never se-en her in my life. I took my ri-ring off. He-he said that he wished he hadn’t even ma-married me!” I threw the pillow across the room, now crying into Taehyung’s shoulder instead.

      “Shh, I’m here, (y/n), it’s alright. Has he been acting up lately other than this one time?” he asked.

      “No, he just- he just didn’t come home as often as before… but this time I wan-wanted to surprise him by coming home early. I didn’t kno-know that he was doing this!” I hugged Taehyung more tightly. “I just don’t un-understand, Tae. Why would he do this to me? Wha-what did I do to deserve this?”

      “Nothing, (y/n). You didn’t do anything wrong. Jungkook is just a complete idiot. None of this is your fault, (y/n).”

      I sniffled and let go of Taehyung, wiping my eyes on my sleeves. “I’m sorry for coming over like this. I just had nowhere else to go. Do you think I can stay here until I sort this out?” I asked. “I don’t want to intrude, but like I said, I have nowhere else to go.” I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

      “(Y/n), you don’t have to use your puppy eyes, you know I’ll say yes anyway,“ Taehyung chuckled. I felt a small smile pull at my lips and he smiled wider. “Is that a smile I see? Yay! I made (y/n) happier!”

      I watched as he did a little dance while still sitting. I held back a giggle. See, this is what I meant when I said he could always cheer me up. It’s just his personality, it was perfect for this sort of stuff.

      “Thanks, Tae,” I said, wiping my eyes of the stray tears that slipped out. “I’m glad I can always count on you to cheer me up…”

      “Oh, it’s no problem, (y/n)! I just hate it when other people are sad.” He patted my back lightly.

      I heard a sleepy groan from another room in the house and I raised a brow at Taehyung. He smiled.

      “Jimin’s sleeping over.” Then, as if being summoned, Jimin came into the living room.

      “Tae, what’s all the noise…? Oh. Hi, (y/n). You okay?” he asked, no doubt seeing my puffy eyes.

      “Not really, but Taehyung helped. How are you?” I asked. He was wearing a white t-shirt and some black basketball shorts. His orange hair was disheveled - I had probably woken him with my crying.

      “Tired,” he replied. He gave me one of his famous eye-smiles. I couldn’t help but smile back a little.

      “You should go back to sleep, Jimin. Sorry for waking you,” I said, pulling my knees to my chest.

      “No, it’s okay. I’ll help Taehyung cheer you up. What happened?” he asked. I looked at my feet.

      “Jungkook cheated.”

      “What? That bastard… You want me to go beat him up for you?”

      I laughed. “Thanks, but no. I don’t want a lawsuit. I want to get away.”

      “I understand that feeling,” Jimin smiled sadly. Then, he walked over to me and Taehyung, sitting down in-between us on the couch.

There was silence for a while, but then Jimin spoke.

      “Do you still love him?” he asked.

      “Yeah,” I replied.

      “I’m sorry. I know how that feels, and I just want to give you some advice. If he ever tries to come back, make it hard. Make him prove himself to you. Because if he doesn’t give up, he truly is sorry. Okay? Can you do that?” he suggested. I stared at my feet for a while.

      “Yeah,” I said quietly.

      Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, trying to reach mine, too. “Ugh, Jiminie, why did you sit there? I can’t hold both of you like this.” Both Jimin and I laughed.

      “Uh, because she seemed like she needed someone?” he said, with an isn’t-it-obvious sort of tone. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

      “I was here, you know,” Taehyung said, pouting.

Out of nowhere, I just started having a giggle fit.

      “What is it, (y/n)?” Taehyung asked.

      “Yeah, what’s so funny?” Jimin added.

      “It’s just-” I tried not to laugh. “You two fight like an old married couple.”

      Taehyung raised a brow. “(Y/n), don’t mix real life up with your fantasies. We both know it won’t happen,” he stated.

      But then, Jimin started laughing too. Taehyung immediately got all defensive.

      “Hey, stop! Jimin, not you too! Ugh, guys!”


      A few months passed like this - I would start crying from time to time, and Taehyung would cheer me up. Sometimes Jimin would come over to see how I was doing, but it was mostly just me and Taehyung.

      Before I knew it, it was June. I was surprised at how fast the time went by. Wasn’t it March just last week?

      I was sitting on a bench in a park not too far from Taehyung’s house when my phone started ringing. I pulled it out and my heart immediately dropped. The caller ID said “Jungkook.”

      I debated picking it up, but I soon found that my hand had already pressed the answer button and my phone was up to my ear.

      “What?” I said, in the most irritated voice I could muster. Jungkook’s voice came through the other side of the phone before I was ready.

      “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was being an idiot. I knew I shouldn’t have done it-”

      “Then why did you?!” I interrupted him.

      “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I wasn’t thinking.”

      “I thought that was pretty clear,” I said, trying to sound bored. I remembered what Jimin had told me all that time ago. Make it hard.

      “I’m not going to take you back just like that, Jungkook,” I said. “You’re going to have to work for this.”

      “Fine, I will. Anything to have you back here in my arms. I miss you, so, so much. I didn’t realize before how much I loved you. I’m sorry,” he said. I could hear that he was crying. Ugh, don’t do this to me Jungkook…!

      “Bye, Jungkook.” I hung up on him.

     As soon as the phone was back in my pocket, tears were streaming down my face and I was running back to Taehyung’s house. When I got there, he was making himself some ramen. he turned to face me as soon as I burst through the door, and he put down his fork to hug me when I crashed into him.

     “Come on, (y/n), what is it?” he asked. I buried my head into his chest.

     “Jungkook… he called me,” I said, as soon as I could speak properly. Taehyung immediately grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back so he could look into my eyes.

     “Are you okay?” he asked, sincerity filling his eyes. He looked me over quickly, as if he could see my internal wounds on my body.

     “Yeah. He said he wants me back, but I wouldn’t let him have me so easily. I hung up on him,” I said. I couldn’t believe I did that.

     “It’s okay, (y/n). Remember what Jimin said? You’re not hurting him purposefully. You’re testing him. Making sure he still loves you. And I’m sure he does, who wouldn’t love you? You’re an amazing person. You just have to be certain. I know it hurts, but I also know you can get through it. I believe in you.”

     I smiled and hugged him. “Thanks, Tae. You always know what to say.”

     Not too long after that, I was on the couch and Taehyung was eating his ramen. We were calmly watching TV when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I turned it on to see that Jungkook had texted me.

Jungkook [3:24 PM]

I love you.

     I ignored the message, instead deciding to keep watching TV with Taehyung. Make him work for it, I heard Jimin saying in my head.

     Around ten minutes later, I got another text.

Jungkook [3:36 PM]

Okay, fine. I’ll prove it.

     I raised an eyebrow at the message, wondering how he’d do it. I showed the messages to Taehyung, who grinned.

     “Now all we have to do is wait,” he said.


     From that day on, every day I would get a text from Jungkook saying “I love you.” It went on like that for a week until I heard a knock at Taehyung‘s door. I walked over to answer it, and when I did, I felt a pang at my heart.

     There Jungkook stood, looking terrified, and holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers. He was wearing a suit, and he looked like he actually tried to look good for me.

     “Sorry,” he said. he held out the flowers to me. I felt tears fill my eyes as I took them from his shaky hand. Now that I got a good look at him, I noticed he was skinnier than when I had last seen him, and he had bags under his eyes. I immediately invited him in, forgetting that this was Taehyung’s house, and I sat him on the couch.

     “Did you eat anything after I left?” I asked. Jungkook scratched the back of his neck.

     “Sorry, it’s my way of dealing with loss,” he said.

     “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything earlier. Why did you wait so long?”

     “I figured you might not want to see me, after what I’d done. I’m sorry.”

     “I got that part. Are you okay?” I fretted. I heard some rustling from back where Taehyung’s room was and Jungkook and I both turned to face him as he came out.

     “Oh,” he said, seeing us. “Bad time?”

     “Not really. Jungkook has just been starving himself for the past few months, no biggie. Taehyung, please can you go get him something to eat? He looks like he’ll break if I hug him too tightly, and all he ever says is ‘Sorry.’” Taehyung nodded and disappeared into his little kitchen, leaving us alone.

     I turned to Jungkook. “You do realize that if you did this earlier I would’ve accepted you like this, right?” I asked. He looked down.

     “Yeah, I do now. Does this mean you forgive me…?” he asked, now looking up to meet my eyes. He jumped when he noticed how close I’d gotten.

     “Of course, you big idiot.” I kissed him, roughly, to show him how much I had missed him. He seemed to be surprised at first, hesitating before kissing me back, with just as much intensity.

     Just then, Taehyung walked back in, this time with a cup of ramen in his hand. But as soon as he saw us, he immediately turned back into the kitchen, eyes wide. I smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

     “You can come back, Taehyung. The living room is PG again,” I called, making Jungkook smile. I saw Taehyung tentatively step out of the kitchen.

     “You sure?” he asked, before coming in. He handed the ramen to Jungkook, and then sat next to him on the couch. “Jungkook, you have no idea how much this girl has been upset about you. I mean, she cried over you at least once a week.”

     I playfully hit Taehyung on his shoulder. “Stop! I didn’t want to tell him that yet!” I said.

     “’Taetae, why doesn’t he love me?’” he mocked in a high-pitched voice. I hit him upside the head. “Ow, (y/n)! Please be careful, you don’t want to damage this beautiful visage, do you?” he joked. I hit him again. “Okay, okay! I get it! I’m going to my room where meanies like you can’t come in,” he said, before leaving.

     I turned back to Jungkook to see him smiling widely. “You have no idea how much I missed you, (y/n).” He pulled a wad of tissue from in one of his blazer’s pockets and opened it, revealing my wedding ring. It was surprisingly not as damaged as I thought it was. “I looked for it for weeks, and then I made sure it was okay. If it wasn’t okay, I would’ve gotten it fixed or something… but is it okay?” he asked me.

     I plucked the ring from his hands and slid it back onto my left ring finger. “Of course it’s okay, Jungkook. Thank you,” I said. I sat next to him on the couch and cuddled with him for a while, until I felt sleep tugging at me. I closed my eyes, thinking. it might be hard to get our relationship back to what it had once been, but for now, I thought this was okay. I leaned up and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s lips before falling asleep.

The big moment has arrived </3 That’s right, as you can see from the crème de la crème invited above, Vic is becoming an elder today and I really just. don’t want to talk about it. Stupid Count Chocula had to flee shortly after this pic was taken, so I tragically couldn’t offer Vic the birthday present of banging both him and Malcolm. Ugh. Life’s just so cruel and unfair.

Speaking of cruel and unfair I might as well @ myself, cause every time I see Malcolm and Vic together is a stab in the heart. JFC I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THEM MARRIED WTF WAS I THINKING

-Thank you so much for hooking me up with those old bastards, babe!

-No problem my darling, if you can’t count on your boyfriend to pimp you out then what is love even about?

-I’M STANDING RIGHT HERE

Well go stand somewhere else Komei, you’re killing the mood.

LMAO fucking fortune sims istg.

-Babe.. my stock isn’t the only thing facing in an upward direction ;)

-Hmm.. sounds like now would be the ideal time for a merger ;)

-Is it gonna be a hostile takeover? ;)

-You know that’s the only way I roll ;)

JUST DO IT ALREADY

Awwwww! And also </3 Good to see Vic is exiting the adult life stage with a literal bang tho ♡

And here we are! I’m gonna spare you the ‘feeling emo about this’ part, I mean I def am but there’s even worse to come. Please note our good orgy friend Ron in the background, who couldn’t even bother to get up for the cake. What a dick. Anyway, makeover time!

NOICE. I call this look ‘the Devil wears Prada’ but like if Meryl Streep ran a criminal syndicate instead of a magazine. The party is going great and suddenly it turns into a dud and I’m like wtf happened???

But then I see that Daniel has returned and apparently his presence alone is enough to take the life of the party. We end with a lousy score that Vic proceeds to complain about for the next 2 days. Thanks a lot Dan! 

Apart from that, inteeminator or w/e its called is causing Daniel’s homework to disappear and the bus to no longer come for him so I unceremoniously send him to college in the middle of the night to avoid his grades dropping. It has since become obvious that I should have just deleted the mod back then (which I ended up doing anyway) but let’s ignore that.

…Alegra grows up too. No further comment. (This is all happening too fast, I’m not ready, where did the time go etc. You know the drill.)

In other news, Kim is back and Komei doesn’t fuck up this time!! Very exciting.

-Soon, my love.. Soon you will be mine, working and getting to the top of your career.. I can already hear the Peta complaints being nailed to my door..

And Komei’s turn arrives. I wanted us to adopt Kim as a birthday present to him but sadly it was not meant to be, as she ran off after eating a bunch of food and sleeping for a few hours. Respect that hustle tbh. Anyway, happy birthday, Komei! You don’t get a party because I’m sick of them and also because I truly hate you after seeing Daniel’s adult face in college. Let’s get his over with.

Oh yea. Take a good hard look at that nose, kids. This is your future.

-Dude we’re so fucked.

-At least you didn’t get the jaw, Gunther! My god.

Yea, rip @ both of you. 

In honor of Komei’s surfer hairstyle, I give him this California beach babe look. I think the shell necklace is doing a good job of distracting from whatever the fuck is happening with the jaw. Looking great, Komes!

-Don’t I know it!

The girl we bring home from school is sporting this amazing rockabilly-Russian-Empire-diplomat outfit. It’s instantly clear who she might hit it off with..

YAS OMG JOJO! YOU’VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE! SO PROUD OF U ❤

There we go, nice and steady, talking about harmless snobby topics.. We can do this Jojo, just steer clear of anything related to serial killing/cannibalism/ your obsession with Stephen Tinker.. There..we..go…and…

WHAT.

RUSKIE WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WE TRUSTED YOU AND YOUR IMPERIAL COAT. JFC. And of course fucking Trumpie is calling even tho she was here literally one hour ago. UGH GUNTHER

-Hey man, don’t hate the player, hate the game.. And the sunglasses, they do half my work for me (:

Yea I’m very happy for you and your whoring ways but what about Jojo? First time he flirts with someone and this is the result? How will he bounce back??

-Haha you’re the best, mom! And I mean *the* best.. No one can ever EVER compare..

……………………..ok then. Gunther might have gotten the girl, but Jojo obviously has something his brother will never have: a crippling oedipal complex.

god this straight couple came in and they bickered the entire time and at different points they both jokingly told me “never get married” and then the wife tried to get chummy with me and was like “ugh you see what we’re stuck dealing with” when her husband told her she already bought too much stuff and i had to hold my self back from yelling “I AM NOT ONE OF YOU”

Where are all the young ginny Weasley headcannons like

Ginny Weasley always getting pissed at her brothers when they drink all the milk so she pours it all over their beds and shIT FUCK NOT AGAIN MUM YOU SAID YOU’D STOP THIS

Ginny Weasley making daisy chains and giving them to her family on Christmas

Ginny Weasley trying to knit and making pants with four leg holes but she wears them for a solid week because NO MUM I LIKE THEM

Ginny Weasley talking to the cat when she’s sad that all of her brothers have left for school

Ginny Weasley exploring her garden at night because she likes finding the gnomes and teaching them the bad words that Mum says under her breath and then blaming Fred

Ginny Weasley lying on the floor like MUM IF I HAVE TO DO THE DISHES I WILL SURELY DIE I HAVE A DEATHLY ILLNESS MAKE PERCY DO IT

Ginny Weasley always losing her freakin socks and her family members finding them in weird places like the sink and empty Bertie Botts packets

Ginny Weasley liking Harry Potter because no one thought he could do anything and he saved everyone, so maybe she could surprise everyone as well

Ginny Weasley breaking that kid’s nose in the village because he said bill looked like a criminal and that Percy was to uptight because ONLY I AM ALLOWED TO SAY THAT and Jesus stop crying i barely broke it sheesh calm down

Ginny Weasley having these mega long baths and her family being like GET OUT and her being like SCREW YOU IM DOING SOMETHING OKAY *returns to making the seal and the whale fight because they both to marry the shrimp*

Ginny Weasley never tying her hair up because ugh it’s to hard and it always breaks the elastic anyway MERLIN mum okay it DOESNT MATTER ALRIGHT

Ginny Weasley trying to smile really hard when her dad nervously hands her all of her hand-me-down birthday presents because she wants to make her parents feel better

Ginny Weasley accidentally starting a fire in the kitchen and chaRLIE I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE TOAST PLEASE HELP ME ITS ON THE CURTAIN

Ginny Weasley getting her brothers to watch her fashion show and GIN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT THOSE STUPID PANTS AWAY YOU ARE GOING TO TRIP JUST ADMIT THAT PUTTING IN FOUR LEG HOLES WAS A BAD IDEA

Ginny Weasley learning to pick locks so she an sneak into locked muggle bookshop and reading all the books her parents can’t afford

Ginny Weasley being the only person who can fix the table when it breaks like shit the leg fell off again I’ll get gin

Ginny Weasley like
“George you should give me your icecream”
“No! Why?”
“Because otherwise I’ll *whispers*”
“MUM GINNY SAID SHE WAS GUNNA THROW GNOMES AT MY WINDOW TONIGHT AGAIN”

Ginny Weasley sort-of loving her older brothers a lot (DO NOT tell them that or she will KILL YOU THEY MUST NOT KNOW)

Young Ginny Weasley being a flawless bby.

[SCENARIO] How the Vocal Team will Propose (JH/JS/WZ)

A continuation of one of our earlier scenarios (How the Hip Hop Team will Propose). We will also be doing one for the performance team as well, so we hope you look forward to it!

A/N: WHOO! And that wraps the Vocal Team up! We really tried our hardest to make each of them unique in their own way, so we hope you like them!

Enjoy!

-Scooped ✌️
-junnie :> 
-jihooned

[JEONGHAN/JISOO/WOOZI] | [SEOKMIN/SEUNGKWAN]

Originally posted by grown-man-woozi



SYNOPSIS

I think we all know that the Vocal Team are definitely the shyer, less expressive ones (other than Seungkwan) in the group, so we can see them turning to simpler, but sweeter ways to propose to their significant others. True to themself, their proposal methods may be really cliche but it will definitely melt any girl’s heart.

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2bedroom-baddestbidderlove  asked:

For the character ask meme: SITS MC and Kyohei :')

EYYYY

sits mc:

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite | ghostie my wifey | babe i love and want all your dreams to come true

I LOVE HER SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. she’s the pluckiest mc and the way she’s so determined to fulfill her dreams despite everything that’s happened to her??? fgkjnfbnjn i love her

kyohei:

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite | Boyfriend Goals | My Extra Red Son |  Keep Showin’ that Midriff |

Seriously, he gets the award for most supportive boyfriend. His Main Story and Proposal Story kill me because he just wants both him AND MC to be happy

i love him sm

William Nylander #1

Requested by Anon:  Can I have a william nylander imagine please where he scores his first nhl goal and dedicated to his gf please.

Word count: 778

“How does it feel to finally score your first NHL goal?”

“Have you talked to your dad after scoring?”

“What will you do to celebrate your goal?”

“Who was your inspiration in making the goal?”

“To whom do you dedicate your first NHL goal?”

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corteae  asked:

CUTE SHIZAYA PROPOSALS

1. shizuo blurts it out loud without thinking. izaya’s doing something cute. it’s not something normal people would think is cute; it’s the kind of cute that you think when you’re madly in love with that person. he’s watching izaya chop carrots, sees the sun highlighting izaya’s angular face (and unbeknownst to him, izaya is cursing that sunlight because it means shizuo hasn’t fixed the blinds yet.) he’s cutting the carrots and they’re all even and the rhythm of blade to board is even. and shizuo suddenly says ‘let’s get married’ in a quiet but serious tone. izaya’s blade stills and he looks over and responds in the exact same nonchalant tone: all right.

2. shizuo tried to be romantic. he tried to lay out flower petals. but he slipped on them so he vacuumed them up. (and broke the vacuum.) he tried to pour champagne. but he broke the two good champagne glasses they had. he threw out the pieces. (and made a note to buy more so izaya wouldn’t get mad.) he tried to put on music. but the machine wouldn’t work. he also doesn’t know what kind of music izaya likes. (and he stepped on some cd’s by accident.) so shizuo grew frustrated. he was on the couch, holding his head, fingers in his hair, growling—actually growling—when izaya came home. shizuo stood up and walked over, grabbed izaya by the shirt and izaya wonders but i wasn’t home all day… how did i anger him? and shizuo barks out “just fuckin’ marry me!” izaya stares. izaya blinks. izaya gives a soft smile, a bit lopsided because orihara izaya never smiles a hundred percent, he smiles 90% and smirks 10%. “okay.”

3. shizuo wakes up one day to two rings on the pillow where izaya’s head usually lays and a neatly folded note. he hears the sound of breakfast, he smells the aroma of whatever izaya’s making. shizuo doesn’t like to read early in the morning, especially not izaya’s handwriting. it’s small and scrawly and shizuo is not patient in the morning. but he does so anyway because of the two rings, the two silver rings izaya dons. he reads the note and suddenly he’s awake and he’s alert and he goes back out. he grabs izaya’s hand, ignoring that he was still cooking, and slides the ring that usually rested on his index finger, on his ring finger. and izaya is quick to notice shizuo’s got the other silver ring on his own ring finger too. shizuo smiles. shizuo’s smile is soft and gentle, rough around the edges but genuine true, just like shizuo himself. izaya’s smile is a bit more devious, but still charming, just like izaya himself. “yes.”

4. izaya is not used to shizuo keeping secrets. it is izaya that keeps secret. shizuo is the open book in their relationship. shizuo is the one that expresses how he feels about some raise in tax through his eating: angry stabbing and broken plates. izaya knows shizuo is being sneaky. izaya sees less of shizuo. izaya hears less of shizuo. izaya has less of shizuo. izaya knows shizuo isn’t unfaithful—shizuo is more faithful and loyal than a dog—so maybe shizuo is taking flute lessons or something. who knows. not izaya. but izaya wants to know. so izaya waits for him one night, doesn’t work so he doesn’t miss shizuo coming home. izaya waits until shizuo comes home and asks him directly. “shizu-chan, don’t keep secrets from me.” shizuo stares at him and gives a quiet, gentle, sweet, soft laugh. he takes out a box, small and velvet, and gives it to izaya after he opens it and it’s a ring, simple but beautiful, and izaya knows that shizuo bought it and that makes it priceless. “i won’t.”

5. they’re eating dinner and shizuo has finished telling izaya about how he took care of kasuka’s cat and how they’re never going to get a cat. “what else are we not going to get?” izaya asks. “we’re never going to get a maid. we don’t need one. and we’re never going to get a hamster. those damn things are annoyin’. but we are going to get a milk delivery man. in case we move somewhere where gettin’ milk’s going to be hard.” izaya scoffs quietly. "shizu-chan, you sound like you’re talking about a forever with me.” and they’re both quiet. so quiet. incredibly quiet. quiet for so, so long until they both look up at the same time. “let’s get married.”