wait and you will received it

anonymous asked:

You request fluffy gif imagines? You shall receive. Le human friend has many favorite colors but says that le giant friend is their absolute favorite. Mtmte rodimus, utlar mgsuna/I mean ultra magnum nO WaIT/ultra Magnus that is it, swerve, tailgate. Plez

Yes I did thank you so much hun! :D Here you go I hope you enjoy. And btw I couldn’t stop giggling about Ultra Magnus. ;P



Ultra Magnum/Utlar Mgsuna/Ultra Magnus:




Tailgate:




Swerve:




Rodimus:

-Lily

glide-thru  asked:

You receive a bouquet of origami flowers with a little anon note that says “open me”. Each flower had a different note/compliment about you in a lovely handwritten script. The last flower, your favorite kind, was a time at the local cafe. Intrigued and heart aflutter, you take the chance and bring the flower with you. Arriving at the cafe, you look about until you see your crush Bucky waiting with an origami flower in his shirt pocket. Blushing and feeling butterflies, you make your way to him.

I used to have an obsession with origami because it was the only thing that kept my mind busy so thank you for this, it made me smile! 

Fluffy Friday™

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE…

So first off, I’m finally back. Hooray, hoorah. Unfortunately I was on a…well originally it was supposed to be a two week hiatus to catch up on Commission work. But during the second week, I got sick and lost several days, so I had to take a thrid week off to make up for it. But it’s over now, and we’re back to the regular schedule up into the forseeable future. (AKA when the box fills beyond my capacity to handle it again.) That said, sorry you had to wait this long with next to no content.

Secondly, while on my impromptu sabbatical, I finally received an email out of the blue from the ZNN prereader staff. My edited, mostly SFW work version of tRoDB that is on…either archive or Fanfic.net (I can’t remember at this point which on they are looking at as they mentioned me ‘making necessary changes’ which I only did to Fanfictions version. Archive went up pre-edited.) Is finally going to be featured.

*Throws confetti, toots party horn*

We are still working out a time frame for the post, but I will keep you updated as it develops. It’s looking like three weeks though, considering they said two and I asked for an extra to be able to make the Story Cover myself. As much as I have some very lovely art people have fan gifted me, since I had taken the time to make a cover for LAW, I wanted to keep the covers themed in my style. A.K.A. “Wasted Tale’s presents Etcetera, etcetra.” 

Finally, and much to the lack of anyones surprise, the box is open once more. Now lets see how fast you guys can completely overwhelm me.

*Puts military helmet on and hides in trench.*

Let a rip!

-WT

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm ftm and i'll be starting T around February and traveling in late July overseas. I'm wondering if it's better to get a passport before or after starting T, I estimate I'd be on T at that point from anywhere from 3-6 months. If I'm lucky I would of managed to change my gender and name by then. And what kind of issues should I expect to run into at airports? (i'll be going from Australia to Europe!)

Kii says:

I don’t know about Australia, but in the US, you have to pay for a new passport if it needs to be updated (name/gender changes) so if that’s also the case in Australia, you might want to wait until those document changes happen. Also look into how long it takes between filling out paperwork and actually receiving your passport, to make sure you give yourself enough time. Otherwise, it really doesn’t matter too much. I look absolutely nothing like my current passport photo because my face was really swollen when I got the photo taken, my hair is a different color now, and I have a bunch of new piercings. I’ve never been stopped or questioned about it though, because my passport states that it was issued when I was 15 and that’s when the photo was taken.

As long as all your documents line up, you shouldn’t run into any additional issues with that at the airports, but you can always carry a letter from your doctor that states you are in the process of transitioning and that’s why you look the way you do. You also will need to carry your prescription if you are carrying medical needles on the plane. This link is US-based but talks about other things to keep in mind.

anonymous asked:

Finally got your book today after pre-ordering it. I can't wait to start it.

Yes, it’s been quite hectic because it sold out on Amazon so people that pre-ordered seemed to receive it sporadically… Please let me know what you think and thank you for ordering!

How did you do that?

This is a conversation between our gnome bardbarian (not a typo, he is half bard half barbarian) and a Half-Elf giving us a quest during our first session. We have just received our quest and are about to leave.

Gnome: Hey so can I interest you in this multicolored stone disc? It’s super magical and stuff.

(He received it during our trash rolls. It’s complete trash, not magic)

DM: roll for persuasion

Gnome: *rolls nat 20*

DM: *Stares at table*

Half-Elf: Ok sure, how about 500 gold?

Gnome: Ok sounds great

Other players: *dying of laughter*

(Later, after we have finished the quest and have returned to receive our earnings. We are talking to the Half-Elf)

Gnome: *to the rest of the group* I wanna tackle him.

Rest of the group: Do it.

DM: roll stealth

Gnome: rolls 19

DM: ok now roll to tackle

Gnome: rolls 3

DM: …. You break his foot but really stealthily.

Rest of the group: wait what

DM: So you ran up to him, failed tackling him, broke his foot, ran back to the group, and he looks down and notices that his foot is broken and doesn’t know how he broke it.

Group: *dying of laughter again for the 2nd time*

It Ain’t Me: Part 10 (I)

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4 K

Genre: Angst

Part 9 | Part 10 (II)

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Jungkook had barely gone to sleep when his cell came to life, ringing relentlessly to wake him up. He thought about ignoring it. Sleep didn’t come to him easy these days because a perpetual movie was playing in his mind since the day he found out about his sin. It started with the first time he had met you. 


He remembered being star struck as he ran his eyes all over you unconsciously in the fated get together of mutuals where he had first met you, trying to register all your features because god you were beautiful. An ethereal creature amongst meager men. He remembered the way your lips curved slightly as you savored the taste of bourbon. He remembered the way you swallowed the bitter whiskey quietly, paying no heed to the sexist jokes of the host, although he could tell they were getting on your bad side by the way your hand tightened around the crystal of poison. Oh, yes he remembered. He remembered the way you lashed out on the host, not being able to take the male chauvinism and the general approach of men sitting in the room objectifying women and how you had openly criticized the host and his ideologies, not shying away from calling him names that some people would definitely be talking about later. You dragged his ass right through his own party because that’s how you kept your environment neat. You weeded out the negativity. 


He remembered when he had followed you right out, not caring a dime about how that would look to people, and run after you to find you waiting for a taxi with your arms crossed across your chest in anger. He had somehow mustered up the courage to ask you to stay a little longer and you had agreed upon the condition that it would not be that party. So together you had gone to the café that was right across the street, the words BEER CAFÉ splintered across the front. It started with an acceptable beer and respectable introductions, your conversation but soon it turned into tequilas and guffaws and before he could blink, the night grew into day. At that moment, he had decided. He knew that he just had to get to know you more. 


So he did. 


One date turned into many, and many dates turned into a relationship. It was a quick decision, thoughtless and one he didn’t doubt, moving close to each other. 

The beer café became a sacred place; one you would visit every weekend. He would come over at your place and stay the nights more often than not. On some days you would make love, on other days it would just be an old school but an extremely satisfying movie night in that ended in sweet promises and cuddles. He loved you, he cherished you and you did so much more for him. 


Suddenly, the movie skips time. 


It comes right to the moment when Seulgi suddenly visited his house with a picture of you sprawled across the bed, a man hovering over you and both parties quite obviously naked. The world slipped from right under his legs. This…this wasn’t true. You would never do that. Ever. But Seulgi stopped him, there were more. She emptied out her bag on his bed, with more pictures than he could count on his fingers of you in various situations, in various positions, with various men, and each time your face was twisted in pleasure. He knew those expressions. You would make them for him when he pressed sweet kisses on your neck making you moan breathlessly, when his hands explored every inch of your body, finding a new weak spot every time which he exploited shamelessly making you bite down on him. When his mouth trailed your neck down to your sweet core and he devoured you, setting your body on fire. 


When he fucked you. 


That’s how you looked and he knew that look. But it was not for him. 


His vision went white as a tear and then two fell down his cheeks. Suddenly, everything felt pointless. Him running after you, that decision to move closer, those kisses, those dates. Everything had suddenly lost meaning because you didn’t love him like he loved you. 


Time skips again. 


You message him, leave voicemails, and try to contact him after he broke up with you but he won’t answer. He can’t. He sits and listens to your voicemails, and his heart feels like it’s playing tug of war and ripping itself apart when you cry and cry, asking for just one chance. One meeting to make him believe you. But how could he? Those pictures, those motherfucking pictures, were driving him insane. He felt mad all the time, he felt contempt towards you- who had failed to love him, so the next when he met Seulgi and she confessed her love, he didn’’t think twice before kissing her hard their teeth clashing together. He knew he was fucking up. He didn’t like Seulgi. He didn’t feel like his entire existence was for this kiss, like he felt with you. It was passionless, emotionless and pointless. But he would do it. 


He would hurt you like you hurt him. 


Two weeks of trying and your voicemails stopped coming. You stopped ringing him. You stopped texting him. You stopped trying to convince him. He fell into a new routine. A lifeless, senseless routine that he doesn’t care about. He made a girlfriend that he didn’t love. But at least he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t give in to his feelings for you. 


Once again, time kicks him hard and throws him into a new cut.


The café. You sitting with Yoongi. That was all and he saw red. You had forgotten about him. You couldn’t care less that he was still breaking apart everyday, you couldn’t care that he would wipe his tears all night thinking of you. You simply didn’t care. So he walked up to you and vented out. He called you names, humiliated you and broke you apart just like you had done to him. Surely, this would help him sleep better? It would help him accept the reality of the situation, it would make him accept himself. 

But your eyes. Your eyes were unflinching as you took a hit from his words. Somewhere in his ball of fury, your gaze became fiercer, breaking through his powerful image and hitting him right in the heart. You weren’t lying. He knew it. But how could he believe. So even as you fainted, he let Yoongi take you. He wouldn’t take a step, not until he had confirmed the truth. 


Another leap in time.


You were true. Your words were true. Your intentions were true. Your love was true. And he took too long to realize that. He made too many mistakes before realizing that.  After reading the exchange between you and Seulgi, a hazy blanket of hate had been lifted from his eyes in the harshest way possible. And dare he say he deserved it. Why should you ever come back to him? What reason did he give you? He knew he had destroyed an intimate connection between the two of you by repeatedly mistrusting you and to top it all, he even dated the person who had cooked up this recipe of destruction. He knew it all too well. However, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to reconcile with you. Like a shameless brat, he still wanted everything to be okay. He wanted the dread and guilt in his heart to be replaced by the love he felt for you. He wanted the harsh blankets covering him in the night to be replaced by your soothing touch. He wanted to call you. He wanted to take you in his arms and beg for your forgiveness on his knees again and again. 


And he tried. 


He tried to call you. He tried to text you. He visited your apartment. He even called Yoongi in hopes of finding any information, but he had received a cold response. He went to your workplace and waited there for hours on end to catch a glimpse of you but you never came out. 


You never came out because you didn’t work there anymore. 


You had all but vanished. Your number was not in service anymore. You had shifted out of your apartment. You didn’t visit the Beer café anymore. You had disappeared. He didn’t give up though. He thought of contacting your colleagues but realized he didn’t know anyone’s cell number. The revelation hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. How could he not know anything about your colleagues? What if something happened to you at work and he couldn’t get in touch with you? Who would he call? Was he even in the position to blame Seulgi for anything when he didn’t even know something as simple as this? 


Each time he came to this conclusion, it connected to the beginning and the movie began all over again. Sleep was a luxury that he could not afford. His conscience wouldn’t let him get away with what he had put you through. 


That’s why when the phone rang incessantly, he was double minded about answering it. However, he turned around and brought it to his ear without paying attention to the called ID. 


“Hello?” He answered, unintentionally letting his tiredness seep into his voice. 


“We need to talk.” 


A jolt of electricity passed down his spine and his tiredness completely abandoned him. He immediately sat up straight, his senses on edge. He clutched his phone tighter in his hands and brought it closer to his ear to the point that he was sure there were going to be imprints on his skin. 


“___? ___, I’m so sorry-“ He began but your voice cut him sternly. 


“Jungkook. Look, I just need to talk to you, okay? Just tell me this, can I meet you right now?” 


Jungkook replied faster than a hurricane’s wind. “Yes. Yes, of course. Where do you want to meet me?” 


“At your house, if you’re okay with that of course.” 


He knew that he should have expected it but he couldn’t stop the dull pain growing his chest at the unfamiliarity you were expressing. You were cold and distant, like you were a stranger to his house. Like you hadn’t come there as much as he’d come to your old apartment. 


“Yes…” His voice slightly cracked and he cringed at the sound. He took a deep breath and steadied his voice. “Of course, you are welcome here anytime. You know it.” He said. He knew he was pushing his luck, pretending like nothing so bad had happened that it would stop you from coming over but it was all he could do. He couldn’t fathom you feeling like a stranger in house. 


There were a few seconds of silence on your part before you curtly replied. “Alright. I’ll see you in 30 minutes.” You hung up.


Jungkook removed the phone from his ears to look at it and despite your cold response, he couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on his face. He kept the phone on his bed and hurried to clean his house before you arrived because it looked like a mess and he was sure it smelled worse. Oh god, he had to take a bath too. 


As he hurriedly moved around his house, cleaning up the mess all he could of was your call. You had called him. That meant something right? This had to be a chance. 


What else could it be?



Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime. 

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line. You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling but he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal. 


“May I come in?” You finally spoke up. 



The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed, forced a smile on his face and that the feeling in his heart, the feeling that everything was going to go wrong was untrue. 

He took a deep breath and brightened the smile on his face. 


“Yes. Please come in.” 



To be continued…


Much love,

Inferno-loop

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smart and smooth way to avoid giving speech by choi seunghyun

[ARTICLE] MONSTA X Tearfully Thanks Fans For 1st Win + Wonho Explains Why He Was Scared Of Their Nomination

MONSTA X recently held an emotional Naver V Live broadcast to thank their fans on November 14. The group had won first place on a music show for the first time since their debut in 2015 with their latest title track “Dramarama” on the November 14 broadcast of SBS MTV’s “The Show.” As most of the members had been too overwhelmed by their emotions to give an acceptance speech during “The Show,” the group tried to articulate their feelings more clearly during the broadcast, but still struggled to speak through their tears.
Earlier, we were so surprised and caught off-guard that we couldn’t say anything. But thank you so much,” said leader Shownu. Trying to find the right words, he finally turned to Minhyuk for help instead, asking, “Please say something, Minhyuk. You’re the one who’s good at talking.” Minhyuk, however, was still too emotional to speak. Shownu later asked Hyungwon to say a few words, adding, “Stop crying now,” to which Jooheon responded, “Hyungwon has been crying from the beginning.” While attempting to speak, Hyungwon quickly choked up again and said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to say anything.” Fortunately, Wonho managed to express their thoughts instead. “Thank you so much for giving us the chance to experience what it’s like to win first place. We’re so grateful,” he said, before suddenly commenting, “Wait, I have to call my mom.
Jooheon explained that he could not remember what he’d said earlier during his acceptance speech, and shared, “Thanks to Monbebes, we were not only able to receive this award and win first place, but also received so much energy from our fans that we will be able to work harder during our promotions.” Kihyun expressed his gratitude as well, promising, “We’ll work harder in the future. He added, “I tried to say something earlier, but I had just barely managed to stop crying and was about to speak when I saw Wonho sobbing next to me. So, the tears started flowing again.” I.M chimed in, “I didn’t think that we would actually receive the award. So when we won, I couldn’t think of an acceptance speech. The only thing that kept coming to mind was all the hardships that our members had been through.
Wonho and Kihyun agreed that they hadn’t expected to receive the award, with Wonho revealing that he was originally unhappy to see that MONSTA X was up for first place. He choked up as he explained, “We were contenders for No. 1 on a music show a few times in the past, and based on those experiences, I didn’t exactly welcome being a contender again. I thought, ‘We aren’t going to win anyway,’ and worried that our Monbebes will feel disappointed and sad after working hard to vote. I felt sorry and didn’t want them to go through that again. So when we arrived today [at “The Show”], I was hoping that we weren’t contenders for first place.” The members’ sniffling could be heard in the background throughout the video as MONSTA X repeatedly thanked their fans, and later kneeled and bowed in order to express their gratitude. I.M finally said, “Let’s stop crying, since this is a happy day. We’re going to continue to improve and grow as a group.” Kihyun added, “Although we cried, we want Monbebes to keep smiling.” Congratulations again to MONSTA X!

© Soompi

Your father would be proud of you.

When Lily Potter died to protect her son it cast a charm, an ancient type of magic, that would protect him. James Potter sacrificed himself for his wife and child, so why didn’t it work on them?

Just imagine though, Lily Potter hears a thud on the stairs and knows he’s gone. Tears begin to form in her eyes.

Voldemort intended to keep his promise to Snape, and as no major curses were doing damage, he simply immobilises her, forcing her to watch as he turns on Harry. The spell backfires, still giving Harry his infamous lightening scar.

Once the spell on her breaks, she rushed to Harry and takes him in her arms, rocking him to sleep. She whispers over and over again to him: “Your father would be so proud of you.”

She only turns away from him when Hagrid arrives, who then promises Dumbledore he’ll tell him how everything happened.

Sirius turns up merely moments later and he lets out a violent sob upon seeing his best friends body spread eagled on the stairs. He leans down and messes up his hair and straightens his skewed glasses. He then proceeds up the stairs and is suddenly staring into a pair of emerald eyes.

She places Harry down in the cot and then they collapsed in each other’s arms, both crying until the authorities turn up, removing James’ body and informing them on their capture of Pettigrew.

They walk slowly down the stairs, Lily almost collapsing under the weight of her every step. She almost loses it at the sight of the body bag containing her husband. Her young, brave, beautiful, handsome husband.

With Harry placed on her hip and Sirius at her side, she takes one last look at the house before grabbing the portkey and it disappears before her very eyes.

She cries some more and, despite telling herself she needs to be strong for her son, she just collapses into the wet gravel of the driveway of her new house: house for it is no home without her husband.

She feels something heavy slump around her shoulders and the strong potent smell of cigarettes climbs her nose. It’s not the vanilla and cinnamon she’d rather have, but it’s brotherly comfort and it’s safe.

She’s not quite sure how it’s happened but she’s inside with a mug of warm tea in her hand. It scolds as it runs down her throat but she doesn’t care, the momentary warmth subsides the pain.

Sirius also has a mug although she’s fairly certain he’s not drinking tea. The clear liquid stank of alcohol and she knew why he was drinking it- the burning sensation stays.

A knock on the door at around 7am awakens her from the trance she had entered, and the same looked like it could be said for Sirius.

He gruffly mumbles “I’ll get it.” before pulling out his wand and going to open the door. A look of shock passes his face as a tall figure steps inside.

“I’m sorry…” they both say at the same time before embracing each other. Sirius smells of cigarettes and lemon and it’s home. Remus smells of chocolate and some cheap liquor but finally it’s home.

“Remus…” She beckons and he walks towards her and is enveloped in a hug. He frantically whispers those two words over and over again as he begins to cry into her vivid auburn hair.

This is terrible, but it could’ve been worse. She could be dead. Harry could be dead. Her gorgeous son and her amazing husband could’ve both been taken from her and she knew she wouldn’t have coped at all.

The time would come where she would question what had happened. Why hadn’t she been killed? Why had he failed to kill Harry who was only a baby? And she got her answers, vague as they might be, but she got them.

In Harry’s first year she receives word of his heroic actions and she knows its the beginning of something.

In second year when she can’t find him on the platform she panics. She’d only gone through before him to meet Sirius and Remus and he wanted to wait for the Weasleys who weren’t there yet. Molly says that Ron and Harry were coming through last, but as the steam train rolls out of the station, she still hasn’t seen him anywhere.

She’s worried sick all afternoon until she receives a letter from Dumbledore explaining everything. Despite being so awfully mad, she can’t bring herself to send a howler. Instead she sends a note that reads: I’m incredibly angry with you but your father would be proud.

Remus and Sirius find it hilarious.

News comes that Pettigrew escaped although 3rd year would turn out pretty uneventful. Remus and Sirius move to Hogsmede as Remus takes the DADA job. Sirius and Harry catch up in Hogsmede at weekends.

He is somehow entered in the Trwizard tournament and Lily, Sirius and Remus watch anxiously at each stage. When Voldemort comes back and Harry sees his father, he sends a message back to his mother that he loves her very very much. She breaks down upon this and, when she sees Harry in the hospital she says: “Your father would be extremely proud of you”

Come 5th year Harry knows about the connection between himself and Voldemort and exploits it for his own purpose. He can tell the difference between fake and real images and instantly knows Sirius is okay. Instead, Dumbledore repeats the rest of the prophecy and Harry now knows he must be the one to kill Voldemort.

Sixth year meant Ginny and his mother couldn’t help but see the resemblance between the two of those and her and James. When she first gets news of the pair she sends a simple message: “Me and your father are so proud”

Upon coming back from the cave, Harry shows Sirius the locket, who obviously knows who RAB is. The hunt for the horcruxes has begun.

Harry refuses Remus and Sirius’ help. For a start, Dumbledore wanted him to do this alone and he has Ron and Hermione and he doesn’t think he needs much more. “Please, look after my mother”

They go into hiding, resurfacing only for the Battle of Hogwarts. Lily has to grab Ginny around the waist when she sees Harry in Hagrids arms, mainly so she had something to do instead of lash out but also because the poor girl needs it. And then he’s alive and the battle is back on.

Voldemort has fallen and her son is in her arms: “Your father would be so so so so proud of you.”

She’s crying on Sirius shoulder, sniffling into a a pearl coloured sleeve. “I do”. Sirius is crying too, trying to cover it up by burying his face in the crook of Remus’ neck.

Lily walked up to him, and kissed him on the cheek. ”Congrats, Kiddo. I’m proud of you. Your father would be proud of you.”

“Thanks Mum. Thanks dad”

Paper Hearts

A short little fic for the anon who requested it: El drawing hearts in her notebook and Hopper or Mike finding it. 


Jim hadn’t meant to snoop. Not really. In fact, the thought hadn’t even entered his mind when he picked El’s notebook up off the table, wanting to check on her multiplication practice—she had been having trouble with the eight-times-table. 

Snooping had only occurred, he’d later defend himself, after the book had fallen to the floor, opening onto a page near the back. He couldn’t help but to see the hearts—so many hearts, in so many different colours—and his adopted daughter’s messy handwriting scrawling out a certain four-letter name over and over. Mike

It made him laugh at first—the thought that the incredible depths of the bond El shared with the Wheeler boy could begin to be captured in the lovesick doodles of a teenager. That despite everything they had been through, El and Mike were really just two kids figuring out first love. 

And that second thought made something click inside Jim, some drive to protect his little girl—his little, telekinetic, kick-ass-and-take-no-names girl. 

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~College!au Pen Pal Yoongi~ PART FOUR

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi trailed after his friends entering the club. Warning off the younger ones to not end up wasted by the end of the night, he headed for the bar. Sitting down on one of the bar stools, he greeted the bartender.

“Just a beer.” The bartender nodded in response before turning around. 

Taking a look at his surroundings, Yoongi noticed someone sitting a few stools beside him. She was young, as young as he was probably, sat at the bar, eyes trained on her tall glass of water. 

“You look out of place,” Yoongi called over the music. Snapping her head up, she gave a polite smile. “My friends are here. I’m their driver.”

“Ah. That must suck,” Yoongi took a swig from the beer bottle given to him by the bartender.

“Eh, we take turns,” She shrugged in response, taking a sip of the water. “You have a ride?”

“That would be me,” A voice cut in. Yoongi turned to Namjoon with a raised brow. “I’m heading out for a minute. Make sure the boys don’t…do anything crazy, okay?”

Simply nodding his head, Yoongi returned his attention to the girl beside him. “You look like you’re in a mood?” She cocked her head to the side and squinted her eyes, as if analyzing him. 

“That’s just my resting face,” Yoongi shrugged it off. 

“Man, you need to smile more,” She shook her head, scooting over so she was in the stool just left of his. 

“Hm, not the first time I’ve heard someone say that,” Yoongi looked up as in thought.

“Well, you should listen to them. Life’s too short to be living it so gloomily,” She placed her elbow on the counter and rested her head against her hand. 

Yoongi could only shrug. “I like staying inside my own room. I’m happy in there.”

“I can relate. My friends had to practically drag me out of mine,” She sighed.

“They did?”

“Yeah, and usually I’m one for going out and having a blast. Just wasn’t feeling it tonight, though.” Yoongi knew there was a reason but he didn’t pry. 

“Don’t mind me asking but what’s your name?”

Smiling brightly, she stuck her hand out, “Y/N!”


You waited for the man beside you to shake your hand but he only eyed it curiously.

“Uh, you’re supposed to shake it, you know that, right?” You asked warily. The man hesitantly shook your hand. “Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you!” Instead of receiving an answer, he went back to drinking his beer. Pouting, you stared at him. 

Gazing at you in the corner of his eye, he turned to you, “Can I help you with something?”

“No, probably not. You just remind me of someone I know.”

“Must be a joy to be around,” Yoongi muttered, sarcastically.

“Oh, he’s nice. I like him,” you shrugged referring to your pen pal. You didn’t know that much about him, besides that he’s quite the opposite of you. “Total opposites.”

“I know someone like that, too. Total opposites,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. It wasn’t a full smile, but it was a smile.

“Look! You smiled! See? You just need someone to bring you that smile,” You grinned, cheekily. Why were you talking to this stranger you hardly knew? You were off campus at the moment, so he most likely didn’t go to your college. 

“Right…Well, Namjoon came back in and I’m gonna out. Want one?” He offered the rolled up piece of paper with thousands of deadly chemicals trapped inside waiting to be inhaled. Gulping, you turned away. “Nope. No thanks.”

“Don’t smoke?” He guessed, placing the cigarette between his lips, not bothering to light it yet. 

“No. And I don’t think you should, either. It’s not good for you.”

Yoongi scoffed, “I’m aware of the dangers and I don’t smoke often. Not that kind of guy. What’s the real reason you’re so against it?” He stood up to leave.

“My sister used to smoke. It was bad,” Your eyes stayed glued to the water in front of you. 

“Used to? She stopped?” Yoongi asked, and you knew he wanted your answer to be positive. But deep down he knew it wasn’t.

“Wasn’t able to. Lung cancer,” You mumbled. Sitting back down, he took the cigarette out of his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

Shaking your head, you offered a smile, “It was an eye opener for me. Without her death, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. Spreading positivity and trying to make others make the best out of life.”

“That’s why you told me not to be so depressed,” Yoongi guessed in a monotone, as if understanding.

“I didn’t say depressed! Just not enthusiastic.”

“What’s there to be enthusiastic about?”

“Uh, friends, family, anything that caused you any spark of happiness?”

“Like a soft spot?”

“Exactly!” You snapped your fingers. “Learn to have a soft spot. Most times it’s a person. And please, make some sort of effort.” You offered one final smile before going to find your friends.

Even after you left, Yoongi pondered over what you had said. He did say he was going to try to be less…like himself for his pen pal. But how? 


WOAH IDK BOUT YOU BUT I THINK THIS CHAP SUCKED👀 SORRY IF IT WENT IN SUCH A BAD DIRECTION. ITLL GET BETTER THOOOO ENJOY THE SOFT YOONGI GIF THO….

Part 5?👀

Visit to the dentist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: Sam Holland, Harry Holland and Harrison Osterfield.

Words: 1541

Warning: -

Tags: @imabloodynerd

Request: -

Notes: after Tom’s last update I came up with this and I had to share it with you since I think it was adorable! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by tbholland

MASTERLIST

It had been almost a year since you and Tom had started dating. Since the very beginning you tried to be together as much as possible but due to your classes at college at your work, it had been impossible for you to go with him while he was filming away. You had managed to fly over New York when he was working on Spiderman a couple of weekends but never more than that.

But everything changed when you finished your degree five months ago. You were officially free of studies and you weren’t ready to start working, so you decided to spend a few months just resting, doing nothing stressful. Your parents weren’t very fond of the idea. It actually took them months to agree and let you. Just in time for you to go with Tom, Harrison and his brothers to Montreal while he was filming Chaos Walking.

Both of you were over the moon. It was almost impossible to believe that you were going to join him for a month, or even more. He would get to see you every day, not through a screen but face to face, he would be able to kiss you every time he came home or every time he finished a scene. He was truly happy, nothing was missing, he had everything he needed with him.

“If I only could have Tessa here, everything would be perfect” he said one night, when he was laying on the couch, with his head on your lap after a long day of filming. You laughed and shook your head, running your hand through his short hair.

“I know it’s a gap almost impossible to fill but I will do my best” you replied sweetly. Tom laughed and took your hand to kiss it.

“You know I’m thrilled that you’re here” he told you, making you smile even more.

“Me too” you said before leaning down to kiss him softly.

He moved a hand to your hair, putting it out of the way and keeping you from moving away. You smiled into the kiss, allowing him to sneak his tongue into your mouth.

“Seriously? We all use that couch!” You pulled away when you heard Sam’s voice coming into the living room.

“Get a room” Tom whined looking at his brother.

You should get a room” the twin replied, making you laugh.

“What do you want?” Tom asked, smiling as he held your hand.

“What time is the dentist tomorrow?” He asked.

Tom whined even more and turned, wrapping his arm around your waist and hiding his face in your stomach. He did hate dentists but he had been having some toothache lately so it was time for him to go.

“11 a.m.” you replied for him, since he didn’t seem like he was going to move.

“I won’t go” Tom mumbled.

“Yes, you are” Sam laughed. Tom shook his head.

“Do you know what won’t happen if you don’t go?” You asked with an eyebrow raised. Tom immediately looked up at you and gasped.

“You wouldn’t…” he mumbled.

“You really want to find it out?” You smirked.

“Gross” Sam mumbled walking out of the living room, leaving you two alone.

“You’re mean” Tom whispered with a pout. You shrugged and leaned back down to kiss him slowly for a few moments before pulling away.

Next day all of you went to the dentist with Tom since he had said he was too scared to go alone. When the doctor saw all of you, he said someone would have to wait outside so you offered first but Tom held onto your tightly. Finally, it had to be Sam the one waiting outside.

“Are you sure you’re 21?” Harry asked as Tom sat on the dentist chair.

“Shut up” he snapped at his brother and looked at you seriously. You smiled warmly and kissed his forehead before walking to stand next to Harrison.

Soon the doctor came in and Tom’s face went pale. As usual, he told him not to worry which you knew wouldn’t work. Not with him at least, he was absolutely terrified. All the time, Tom was looking at you, begging you to come closer but you knew you couldn’t so you just mouthed him to stay calm. It didn’t really work but it was the best you could do.

“So?” Tom asked when the dentist pulled away.

“Is one of the wisdom tooth” he informed. “It’s coming out but not coming up, it will hurt your gum if we don’t remove it”

“Remove?” Tom asked frowning. You bite your lip and looked at Harrison who was trying not to laugh.

“Remove. Take it out” the doctor shrugged taking off his gloves. “It’s a simple process and painless, but it has to be done as soon as possible”

“When can you do it?” You asked.

“What!? I’m not doing it!” Tom exclaimed but no one listened to him.

“This afternoon can be done” the dentist said. You nodded with a smile. “Be here at 5 p.m.” he added walking over his desk.

“Is anyone listening to me?” Tom asked.

“Nope” Harry smirked.

The doctor wrote the appointment down for you and handed you to the paper, saying you could go. You took the paper and put it in your bag before walking over Tom. He looked at you death serious, like you had cheated on him or something worse.

“Don’t look at me like, babe” you smiled taking his hand. “It has to be done” you shrugged pulling him up.

“But…” he mumbled. You stood on your toes and pecked his lip.

“C’mon” you said.

You all said goodbye to the doctor and walked out where Sam was waiting. The moment you all told him what was going on, he looked at Tom and started laughing out loud. Tom looked at him like he wanted to smash his head against the wall so you just squeezed his hand and leaded him towards the exit.

Tom didn’t say much during the ride back home. It was obvious he didn’t like what was going to happen. You tried to cheer him up but he barely looked at you. All he did was wrapping an arm around you and hide his face in your neck, making you smile.

“It will be okay” you whispered in his ear.

“I like my mouth” he whispered back, making you laugh a little.

“I love you” you said after kissing his hair.



Indeed, hours later you all went back to the dentist clinic. He had everything ready for the intervention so all Tom had to do was laying on the chair. He looked at you the whole time, holding your hand, while the doctor put the anaesthesia on him until his eyes closed. Then, the doctor asked you to stay away with the others so you did.

“Poor thing” you told Sam.

“It’s fun” he shrugged wrapping an arm around you. You chuckled and looked at the twin.

“I guess it is” you nodded.



The intervention didn’t take long. When it was finished, the doctor said it would take him a while to wake up due to the shot of anaesthesia Tom had received. Some assistants moved him to a proper bed where he kept on ‘sleeping’. The doctor said he would feel dizzy and disorientated when he woke up and that he couldn’t leave until that feeling went away so you all were left there waiting.

After 30 minutes of boring waiting, Tom started moving so you all looked at him but you were the only one coming closer to hold his hand. He moved his head towards you and opened his eyes. The moment he saw you, he smiled a little and tried to move but immediately was drawn back down by the effect of the anaesthesia. You all chuckled.

Another 15 minutes passed until he woke up again and looked around. Immediately, you handed him the ice the doctor had left and he pressed it against his swollen cheek slowly. He put it away for a moment to sat up little by little, with a hand of yours pressed against his back. He took the ice pack and pressed it against his face again.

“Hello?” he mumbled with groggy voice, making you all laugh.

“You’re a dork” you said. He looked at you and half smiled.

Sam walked over the bed and helped him to put his feet down slowly, so he started getting up. It didn’t really look like a good idea, since he still looked way to dizzy and disorientated. Indeed, two seconds later he started falling to his side. Immediately, you and Sam caught him laughing. While you held him in place, Sam put his feet up on the bed and you helped him laying back down.

“Kiss?” he whispered to you.

You chuckled and leaned down to kiss him slowly. He barely kissed you back but it didn’t matter. The moment you pulled away he fell asleep again. It looked like you were going to be there for a while. With a sigh you looked at the others, just to see Harrison with his phone up, laughing.

“Were you filming?” You asked in shock.

9

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BTS Reaction - It’s your birthday and your present is..

Anon request: ‘its your birthday and they want to give you birthday sex’

I’m sorry, it’s kind of shitty, but here it is

..sex. It was your birthday and what was a better present than he himself?

Namjoon

You had never spoken a word about your birthday, but Namjoon knew it was today as he invited you to a fancy restaurant without mentioning it either. He had planned to give you a special present, but had forgotten to actually buy it hence he saw no other choice but to give you something different. At home you were pushed down the couch, his hands fidgeting with his belt. “Happy birthday, baby”, grinning down at you with his opened pants, his cock pulled out he arched one brow up. “Ofc, I knew. And now take care of your present, baby.”

Jin

Jin wasn’t sure if the bouquet of red roses was enough for your first birthday you had spent together, his nervousness showing while you talked casually to your friends who you invited over for the day. After he had joked around and brought the cake, Jin was strangely quiet as to why you leaned in, asking what was wrong. And just then he grabbed your wrists gently, his lips pressed to your ear. “Wanna unwrap your real present, y/n? You just have to wait a bit longer though”, he would whisper, gliding your hand over his crotch.

Hoseok

Hoseok was kinda clingy on your birthday, feeling high from your bright smile as you received one great present from the boys after the other, his own still unknown to you. The boys joked about him and the lack of presents, but as he saw your face tinged in a sudden disappointment, he grabbed your hand. “It’s way too early for it, but we need to go. I have to give y/n her birthday present!”, Hoseok rushed to the back of your apartment, closing the door and pressing you to the cold surface. “I couldn’t wait any longer, babe.”

Yoongi

Grinning tiredly Yoongi sat on the couch, watching you drink with the other guys before he decided that it was time to give you your birthday present. It was after twelve and that meant it was your birthday now. Without a word he got hold on your wrist, pulling you behind him while six pairs of eyes stared at him. Inside his room he’d get on his knees, pulling your panties down with a growl. “Happy birthday, kitten. It’s a one time thing, okay?”, Yoongi’s flushed cheeks betrayed him as he saw you bite your bottom lip with a smile, his tongue latched on your clit hastily.

Jimin

“Candles? Check. Roses?..check”, Jimin observed your bedroom with a grin on his face. You would be so happy if- “Jimin?” Turning around with wide eyes he saw you standing in the door, your hair a mess from the wind, your body wrapped in a big jacket. You were damn early today! He wanted to surprise you on your birthday, but that seemed to fail.

“Princes, ha-happy birthday”, he scratched his neck, walking slowly towards you while opening his shirt, letting it fall off of his shoulders, trying to save the situation smoothly whereas pulling you inside, his foot closing the door..

Taehyung

Tae had totally forgotten your birthday as you announced that your parents would come around six for some dinner at yours. His brown eyes would widen in shock, heart dropped to the floor. “Birthday? Today, jagi? Are you sure?” Feeling miserable because of your excited, bright smile he looked at the clock, counting the one hour you two had while unbuttoning his shirt. Confusion lacing your face as Tae pushed you back, your ass hitting the dinner table. Wordless he peeled you out of your dress, pleasuring you for almost an hour if there wasn’t the sound of voices in front of your door. “Happy birthday, jagi. I’ll do a lot more to you after they’re gone.”

Jungkook

Jungkook stared at the time, eight in the morning, while his view constantly flew to your small body beside him. It was your birthday and he still had no present, too concerned about what you might want and had to leave you in two hours for tour. “Baby”, caressing your face his finger slid further down, eyes darkening as he saw that you were still naked under the sheets, an idea creeping into his mind. Smirking he started to press his lips on your neck, kissing you awake before his hand slipped between your legs. “You better wake up, baby. Your present it ready”, Jungkook’s low voice growled into your ear, his free hand pulling you close, your eyes opened a crack with a huge grin on your lips he hungrily kissed.

Hell yeah (this is totally not late)

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  • I Am Running On Spite And Fury
  • Hey Guys I’m Really Trying 
  • The First Time I Kinda Believed
  • The Five Stages Of Grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Sarcasm, Acceptance
  • Midnight Coffee Race
  • The Shaqulie O'Neal Of Lying
  • Smash Mouth
  • T is for Trauma
  • Karma Chamilion
  • Oh My God They Were Roommates
  • Top 10 Anime Betrayals
  • I Can’t Believe You’ve Done This
  • It Is Wednesday My Dudes
  • Hey One Question: What The Hell
  • Now Would Be A Good Time To Be Anyone But Me
  • I’m Calling The Police
  • How To Be A Failiure 101
  • The Good, The Bad And The Okay I Guess
  • The Second Big Bang
  • I’m A Tree Now
  • Alice In Zombieland
  • Ask And You Shall Receive… Sometime Next Year
  • Satan or Santa?
  • Howdy Do Fellow Kids 
  • The Boys Are Here
  • Being Selfish feat My Embarrassed Friends
  • Possession or Obsession?
  • Can’t Wait To Tell This Story To My Grandchildren