went all out and ate it all

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They embraced, then stood back from each other.

Finn studied him intently. “You look like you’re in one piece. I can hardly believe it. I thought you were dead. What happened to you?”

“I wasn’t dead, just momentarily out of it,” the pilot explained. “Came around long enough to see that you had got out. Pulled out of the dive just long enough to set down—hard. Impact threw me clear. Woke up at night; no you, no ship, no nothing. Went looking—in the wrong direction. Got picked up by some itinerant trader.” He grinned. “Tell you all about it sometime. Beebee-Ate says that you saved him.”

Finn eyed the droid. “It wasn’t just me.” A slow smile spread across his face and his eyes twinkled. “Tell you all about it sometime.”

Sounds of You || 01

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Series: 01 || 02|| 03 || 04

○ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

○ Word Count: 5k

○ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate!Au

⤷ Description: As a young girl you dreamt of hearing the bells, the ones that signaled you had found your soulmate, the missing piece everyone was so desperate to find. After falling in love with Jimin you abandoned the search, hoping you would come to never hear the bells, preferring to continue your life with him uninterrupted. You’d soon come to learn the harshness of fate, and that it doesn’t care about your hopes, feelings, or you.

A/n: The sections in italics are flashes of the future.


          “How could you do this to me?” he asked as you met his eyes, a sob breaking through his body as he looked at you through tear filled eyes, the memories of you beginning to taint in his mind. You could almost feel the bitterness that he was starting to layer your memories with, times that were beautiful, so much more beautiful than this.

           “Jimin, please, I—

           “You said I didn’t have to worry, you said you wouldn’t leave, you said—

           “I said a lot of things I didn’t mean,” you whispered coldly, forcing your voice to be as calm as it could possibly be. If there was a time for you to be unemotional it needed to be now, for all three of your sakes.

           “Don’t…don’t lie to my face and tell me what we had wasn’t real. Don’t pretend you’ll just forget about me when I’m gone,” he cried as he took a step closer to you, extending his arm out. You backed away just as he was about to touch you, knowing that if he did you’d break, break as much as you were breaking him.  

           You fought back tears as you looked at his face for what you hoped would be the very last time, knowing that even if you tried to forget, his expression would forever be etched into your memory.

           “Goodbye, Jimin.”


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The Unspoken Game

A/N: So like said before I wasn’t ever going to post this because this was orginally for Chloe who’s been a little ran down lately. So no judgements ! This is a Thomas fic WHO I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ABOUT EVER ! BE PROUD OF ME LOL ! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I know that Chloe did !

Dedicated to: @writing-obrien

Warning: God, the smut tho. I’m just be warned.

Word count: 2714

Originally posted by space-ing-out

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Confessions....

Anyone else sometimes not true to themselves about what they eat and how little they workout and still expect to be dropping pounds every week?
Yes! SAME!

I’ve put on 4lbs the past two weeks and have been so disappointed yet I haven’t worked out once and have eaten chocolates, crisps, cakes all lots of other bad things! I didn’t log them and when I went back to look at my log it was all heathy foods I had eaten but then actually thinking back I ate rubbish but didn’t log it!

I can’t be annoyed at myself at all because I was not true to myself.
Weight loss is hard. VERY HARD. EXTREMELY HARD.
If it was easy then no one would be posting about their journeys and everyone would be skinny!!

I bought a weight loss diary and I am going to track everything I eat everyday! I am also going to make a weight loss board with pictures and also pegs so I can move the pegs down when I lose weight! I am so motivated to stick at it for the next 10 weeks and see what I can lose! 10 weeks from today hopefully I will lose about 18-20lbs 🏃🏽

  • Mako: You know that time when we went out after seeing your friend's terrible band and you ordered french fries, and I ate all of them because I was wasted? When I think of myself doing that I am… That was so selfish of me. And I'm sorry.
  • Asami: Wow, I'm really glad you reached out about that.
  • Mako: You are?
  • Asami: No, I don't remember that at all, but I will take your french fry apology and apply it to other stuff.
It’s like Hannah Montana but better.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Omg i just had this thought. So reader always wears baggy clothes, nothing that showed off her curves or anything. And then theres a party and she wears this beautiful tight dress, it was still slightly modest, but it hugs her curves, and no one realized that it was her at first. (Also, reader is best friends with bts, but has feelings for one of them and then they get together?) Thank ya!!!!!!

(Credit to Original owner of gif)

You don’t really recall the exact that you became friends with all of Bts but you don’t regret it for a single momen- “Y/N! Is eating your food again! He’s straying from the diet and will blame you!” You heard the all to familiar voice of Jin yell down the corridor to you.

You sighed and finished pulling your jumper over your shoulders and hurried to the kitchen to see Jungkook with a mouth full of crisps and the most guilty look on his face “Aish! Stop eating my food you pig!” You yelled and grabbed the now empty can of Pringle’s from the boy.

You shoved three boys out of your kitchen and found another one in your pantry so you pulled him out as well and you all moved into the living room, you all sat and watched a movie and noticed all the boys were side eyeing you and each other and you knew straight away you had been stuck in the middle of either a prank or some dumb competition that they always did. An arm draping around your shoulder disrupted your thoughts as Taehyung nonchalantly glanced at you then back at the TV “What do you want?” You asked suspiciously.

“Oh nothing, there’s just this part-” “Y/N come I need water!” Jungkook yelled suddenly interrupting the other boy from speaking.

You looked at Jungkook and used the opportunity to move away from Taehyung, as much as you loved their hugs you knew something sinister was going on. “Go get it yourself, you know how a tap works.” You teased and moved away from Tae to a different couch.

The boys chuckled and all went back to normal but for like five minutes before your phone pinged and you were going to grab it but upon seeing the sly look on Yoongi’s face you ignored it. “Ugh this is killing me, Y/N We want to invite you to a party, nothing to fancy, the boys were making a game out of it to see who could get you to be their date.” Namjoon finally said being the first to crack.

Seven loud groans echoed around the room and they all began telling off Namjoon for spoiling their game. “Sure I’ll go, I didn’t know it was a competition though, Kookie asked me yesterday and I said yes.” You said and then laughed as all the yelling was suddenly turned on the youngest.

Once all the chatter died down you all went and ate some dinner and enjoyed a movie. You had slyly stolen Yoongi’s jumper and added your final addition to your baggy jumper collection as now you had one from every boy. It made you proud and you didn’t feel any guilt, they always took your stuff and ate your food. It’s probably why they never complain about their missing clothes. You fell asleep with them in the living room and your head was resting quite comfortably on Jungkook’s shoulder.

You woke up in the morning to an almost empty living room, the boys were up and about gathering all their stuff and getting ready to go to work with the exception of Jungkook who was still quite comfortably asleep and you still had your head on his shoulder. You moved away and shook the boy awake, to which he groaned as he had the most pleasant dream about you. His eyes shout open and realized how close you were and jumped away, you laughed at his odd behavior as he went about his morning before all the boys bid you goodbye and Jungkook told you what time he would pick you up.

After they had left you went upstairs to go see what nice clothes you did have and found one dress tucked away at the back, you weren’t one for going all out and making yourself up but if it was something to do with work for the group you wanted to make sure you looked your absolute best. The dress was simple, that reached just above your knees and hugged your waist before becoming like skater skirt. It was long sleeved and had slightly wider than normal neckline and you knew it was the dress to wear. You picked out a pair of nice small heels and set your outfit to the side and tried to contain your excitement.

When the time came you began getting ready and dolled yourself up and even did your hair before putting on your outfit for the night and stared at yourself in your full length mirror. Admiring how the dress and shoes made your legs appear longer and how the dress accentuated your curves without being to sexy. You walked down the stairs expecting to see Jungkook but only saw a driver and you couldn’t deny how upset you were, to be arriving on your own. 

The driver informed you that the group would meet you there as they ran behind schedule. You didn’t mind in all real honesty, you knew their work was important and would usually take up a little time, so you were thankful enough for the moments you did get with them.

You showed up the party and told yourself to beat up Namjoon for lying, there was paparazzi everywhere and their presence made this party seem a lot bigger than expected, the driver handed you an invitation on a small piece of paper and you exited the car and you were immediately blinded by the flashes of cameras. You did your best to smile as people loudly chatted about who you were.

You entered the party and skimmed the area and spotted the boys and made a beeline for them and jumped up next to Jimin who stared at you in surprise “Hello there,” He purred “My name is Jimin and you?” He asked surprise turning to something more flirty.

You let out a laugh and leaned close “Jimin its me! Y/N! You’re kidding right? I’m not that hard to notice.” You laughed in his ear over the music.

You pulled away to see shock settled back on his face and ignored him and went around greeting the boys and saved Jungkook for last “Kookie!” You yelled to catch his attention.

He turned quickly, knowing your voice from anywhere but when he saw you, he felt everything around him slow down. He loved it when you wore his clothes, He loved it when you wore anything really but this was the first time you had ever worn something like this in the time you had known him and he couldn’t stop the literal shock to spread across his features. “Yoohoo earth To Kook!” You called, rapping your fist against his head.

He dragged you away after snapping out of it. He pulled you onto the balcony and away from the thumping music “So some small, non-fancy party huh?” You joked looking back into the room to see Yoongi a thumbs up but he wasn’t looking at you.

You followed his gaze to Jungkook and saw the boy staring at the floor blushing madly. “Jungkook, are you okay?” You asked placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked up and met your gaze. His mouth opened and shut a few times “You look beautiful tonight!” He blurted out finally, reverting away from his fishlike state.

You were about to thank him when you noticed him take a deep breath and step forward and wrapped an arm around your waist and the other rested on your chin as he brought his lips close to yours. “In fact you are the most beautiful person at this entire party.” He breathed.

You let your eyes flutter shut as your best friend kissed you. You wrapped your arms around him and got completely lost in the moment but eventually you had to pull away “So Kookie finally stopped being my blushy boy and became my manly man.” You teased.

It brought a grin to his face as you kept teasing him but all he did was just watch your face light up as you animatedly joked about him before getting distracted by your lips and kissing you again right in the middle of your insult and silencing you. 

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Probably could have come up with a better ending I’m sorry!! This was actually really fun to write as I relate 100%. I hope you enjoyed it!!

Preference #26-He Forgets Your Anniversary (Harry)

A/N: There are pictures after the fic to show what the cake looks like, in case you aren’t sure what any of the things mentioned are.

You awoke before Harry, and quickly got out bed, getting dressed as silently as you could. You went downstairs and placed the vase full of flowers that you’d gotten him in the middle of the table. You went over to the stove, and began to make Harry’s favorite breakfast. When you were halfway done with cooking, you heard Harry’s footsteps on the stairs.

“Good morning, love,” Harry sleepily said, putting his arms around your waist. “Something smells good.”

“Good morning, Harry,” You laughed, turning and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I made breakfast for you.”

“And who are the flowers for?” Harry inquired.

“You, of course,” You replied, moving what you were cooking to a plate. You placed it at the table, and put silverware next to it, before getting started on making what you wanted to eat.

“I’m going to go out with the lads this morning,” Harry said, taking a sip of his water. “Want to tag along?”

“You’re….you’re going to see Niall, Liam and Louis?” You inquired. Harry nodded, and you bit your lower lip. “I think I’ll stay here. I have a lot to get done.”

“Okay, love,” Harry said, continuing to eat. A few minutes later he stood, and placed his dishes in the sink. He came over to your side of the table, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for breakfast, (Y/N). It was delicious.”

“You’re welcome,” You replied, as Harry left to get dressed. You sighed, wondering if he had remembered that today was your anniversary.

“I’m heading out now, (Y/N). Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Harry asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“I’m sure, Harry. I’ll see you later,” You replied. Harry looked at you for a moment, his brow furrowed, before coming over to you.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, putting his arms around you.

“I’m okay,” You murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder. He held you close, pressing his lips gently to your forehead.

“You better get going. Don’t want to keep the lads waiting,” You murmured, stepping away from him.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Harry said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you, Harry,” You quietly said. He turned and left, and you started to wash the dishes from breakfast. When you were done, you began to cook Harry’s favorite meal for dinner, and getting out the ingredients to bake a cake. Hours passed, and dinner was done. You put it in the refrigerator, before moving on to the cake. You put four tiers in the oven to bake, and then started to make the frosting. You took the cake out of the oven and left it cool, going upstairs to sit for a moment. You picked up your phone, and began to scroll through Twitter, wanting to see what your friends were up to. After a while, you went back downstairs and began to frost the cake. You put a circle of fruit on the top, and then wrote in the center, ‘Happy Anniversary’. You piped on Lilies of the Valley, and drop strings along the side of the cake. You stepped back from it, smiling at the way it had come together. Taking out your phone, you took a few photographs, before carefully placing the cake in the fridge. Afterwards, you looked at the clock, and saw that it was later than you’d thought. You hurried to get a tablecloth from the closet, placing it on the table and smoothing it out. You set out the good dishes that you’d bought, along with the crystal glasses. Taking out a bottle of Harry’s favorite wine and a bottle of sparkling apple cider, you had placed them on the table. You then got out the candlesticks and candles, and placed them on the table. Stepping back, you looked at the table, and hoped that Harry would like it. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you dialled Harry’s number while walking upstairs to get changed.

“(Y/N)?” Harry said, when he picked up.

“Hey,” You said, picking up the outfit you’d chosen to wear tonight. “I was just wondering when you’d be home.”

“In about an hour, love,” Harry replied. There was the sound of cheering, and you wondered what was happening.

“Okay. See you then,” You said. “Love you.”

“Love you too, (Y/N),” Harry said, before hanging up. You showered quickly and got changed, wanting to have enough time for dinner to be ready. You went downstairs and put it in the oven to warm up, and then placed in on the plates. You took a seat at the table, waiting for Harry to come home. You noted that passing of the time, and started to worry that something had happened. You called him again, and he answered, but you couldn’t hear him over the music in the background. After another hour, you gave up, and put the food away. You went upstairs and changed out of your outfit, before getting into bed. Pulling the covers over you, you buried your face in the pillow and began to cry. You fell asleep that way, waking only when you felt the bed next to you settle. You turned your back towards Harry, not wanting to see him.

“Love?” He quietly said. You ignored him, falling back asleep. You awoke the next morning to an empty bed, and slowly got up. You went downstairs, to find Harry at the stove, cooking.

“Harry?” You quietly said.

“Love,” Harry murmured, putting down his spatula and coming over to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “I’m so sorry. I came home last night and saw all that you’d done, and I’m so sorry, love.”

“You forgot our anniversary, Harry,” You murmured.

“I know. I messed up, love. I know it won’t make up for me forgetting, but I made your favorite  breakfast and I have something planned for today,” Harry replied.

“Okay.” You replied. Harry pulled out a chair for you, and then placed your breakfast in front of  you. You ate, and then went and got dressed. Harry took you to all your favorite places that day, and then the two of you went home.

“What do you say we get in our pajamas, put on a movie and eat some of that dinner that you made us?” Harry inquired.

“Okay,” You replied. The two of you changed, and Harry brought in plates of the dinner you’d made.

“How about you pick a movie, love?” Harry asked. You nodded, settling on one of your favorite movies. Harry smiled, and then the two of you began to eat. Halfway through the movie, Harry set his plate down, and turned towards you.

“Can we talk about something, love?” He inquired.

“Alright,” You murmured, wondering what was going on.

“It’s been two years since we started dating, and I want you to know that those have been the best two years of my life. You’ve supported me, been there for me, and I am so happy being with you. I love you, (Y/N). Will you marry me?” Harry asked, getting down on one knee.

“Yes,” You whispered, covering your mouth with a shaking hand. “I’ll marry you, Harry. I love you.” Harry slipped the ring on your finger, and then sat next to you on the couch. He gently pressed his lips against yours, before cuddling next to you. You leaned your head against his shoulder, glad that your anniversary hadn’t turned out the way you thought it would.

Written by Angel xx


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I See Fire

Warnings - angst, violence, fluff, swearing.


Oh, misty eye of the mountain below,

Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls,

And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke,

Keep watching over Durin’s sons.

There was a heavy weight in your chest, weighing your heart down each time it thumped against your rib cage. None of it was easy, you knew it wouldn’t be easy from the moment that blue eyed beauty entered the room and you laid eyes on him, you knew you’d end up falling for the man with the insecurities, the shy one.

It was in your mind as if it happened yesterday, Steve brought him into the tower after the whole Civil War business that you had taken a step back from and introduced him to you as well as the others on the team. Bucky looked clearly nervous and agitated to be surrounded by people who weren’t that fond of him, and you knew how that felt so you sympathised with him as he shook hands with everyone before Steve brought him to meet you, “This is Y/N,” he said, you shook Bucky’s outstretched hand and felt his ice blue orbs travel over your bare flesh, counting the may scars which littered your arms and chest, any skin that was showing had some form of scar upon it, “Y/N was experimented on by HYDRA a couple years back,” you sent the black haired man a soft smile and saw him relax slightly in knowing he had someone to relate to, “She can control anything with her mind, you name it and she can control it,” Bucky looked impressed and nodded as Steve spoke.

After that, it seemed that you were the only one who Bucky could speak to, you were the first on the scene when he had a nightmare because your own kept you awake at night, you knew what to do to calm him down. It had gotten to the point where he would pull you down into his bed and hold you against his body, kissing your forehead softly as you lulled him back to sleep. Everyone could see how inseparable you were, Steve had made you partners since you both had trained with HYDRA, and you were one hell of a team. You knew that Bucky would always have your back on a mission, and he knew you would always have his. There was a common understanding, and he treasured you dearly.

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IM GONNA CRY GUYS PLS

we’re gonna call this guy ‘C’ cause he out here on tumblr. anyway, about a month ago, C took me to his dorm cause our other friend didn’t come to class so we went to check what’s up. since then, i’ve been going there every thursday to take a nap and i guess we got closer bc of that.

we had a class trip and me and C booked the same flight. we were like the mom and dad of our group, especially since there were 8 of us so we all paired up. in our hotel room, everyone had their own place to sleep except us, we shared a couch. we also shared food with each other, legit at dinner we ordered our own plates, ate half, then switched plates. he also went out to meet up with his friends and i was worried and couldn’t sleep until he was on the couch with me.

BUT TODAY OK TODAY. so we have 2 classes together and our morning class ended early. he decided to ditch his next class so he’s like “you don’t have class, let’s go in the cafe.” i spent all day with this fool lmao. our afternoon class got canceled so we went to his dorm. i immediately went on his bed to nap and he talked with his roommates. later, i moved over so he could sleep on the bed too and we napped together. my leg was on top of his, it was nice. when we woke up, we stayed in that position and just chilled for like an hour. his friend called him and he had to go meet up with him but i wouldn’t let him. i like held him back with my leg lol. he kept trying to get up and i kept saying “five more minutes!” and he didn’t get up sooooo obviously he didn’t wanna leave. WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS

(Dis)like at First Sight - Seungcheol (S. Coups) Angst

Originally posted by souppa

 Request: Arranged marriage with hoshi or hiphop teams? Cold hearted, being a meanie stuff like that? Fluff ending please ❤

Word Count:1352

Genre: Fluff/Angst(?)

Member/Group: Seungcheol of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Every girl dreams of the day she gets to walk down the isle in a white gown, so how come yours felt more like a nightmare?

A/N: I’m sorry posts are kinda more spaced out now, I am back in school and preparing for my last exams in the next few months along with a few band competitions. I’ll probably post more on the weekends and a few times throughout the week.


 It’s strange how quickly emotions can fog up human judgement. Rage can turn to grief in mere seconds, which can cause anything to go south. You always hear about arranged marriages, yet its quite rare to meet actual participants in the old-fashioned act. Maybe if you and your surprise fiancé had known a bit sooner than a week before your wedding about what lied in your futures, he wouldn’t have been so mad about it. Yet here you are, in a bustling room of women, getting ready to marry somebody and close to tears. 

 Your hair was in a classic up do with a a sheet of lace veiled over your head. The cream colored gown that was wrapped around your figure accentuated points and curves you where never aware that you had, and your make up did wonders to compliment your skin tone. It’s amazing what a few thousand dollars can do to someone with the help of a mask of make up and fake happiness.

 “(Y/N), are you almost ready? Your father is waiting outside the entrance to the church, and the organist has already played eight songs!” Your soon-to-be mother in law called from outside the door. A stray tear dripped down your cheek as you clenched the skirt of your dress. You quickly checked to make sure that you’re make up was not running, then you finally stepped out the door to get into the limousine.


 Inside the church, Seungcheol’s family waited alongside yours. Long pieces of silky white fabric were draped along each pew, with a light red carpet splitting the room in half. Orchids in vases were scattered along the edges of the room, and a table near the entrance displayed a book for each guest to sign before going to sit in their spots. The sound of an ancient organ echoed through the room, the melodic ebony and ivory keys releasing a sound that reflected a joyous occasion. At the head of the alter, a not-so-eager Seungcheol stood with his hands crossed over his pelvis. His suit was neatly pressed without a single piece of lint or hair caught on the smooth black fabric, and his hair had been neatly styled. 

 “Is she going to show up?”

 “I heard that she is in love with someone else and is planning on ditching the ceremony!”

 “I bet she’s only in it for the money…” Bouts of gossip extended from both families mouths, some positive and some negative. Suddenly, the creaking of the large oak doors opening interrupted every conversation.

 You and your father took a step into the room, and every person seemed to stop breathing as they took in your appearance. Your (length) hair was neatly pushed back and adorned with a long lace veil, but the natural makeup you wore still was eye-catching even when semi hidden. Your long gown trailed for a few feet, and the pristine bodes was covered in sparkly jewels with the occasional pearl thrown in. They expected the best considering how wealthy the Choi family was, but even this exceeded their expectations. The only person that was not in complete awe of you was your soon to be husband, Seungcheol.

 As you reached the alter, Seungcheol stepped forward to let you shift from your father’s arm to his. 

“You look nice today, brat.” It was supposed to be a compliment, but his cold tone and icy features pierced very ounce of happiness in the words and almost made it sound like a threat.

 “Thank you.” You looked down, and the Minister began the ceremony.


 “I now pronounce you man and wife.” As soon as the words left the old mans mouth, cheers erupted around the room. Seungcheol’s iron grip latched onto your hand and you both turned around to walk out. Flower petals rained down on your heads as you left, but you couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of self-pity that had begun to sink in your stomach. Even when the door to the limousine was shut, nothing but cold stares were exchanged between you and Seungcheol.

 “How about you tell me a bit about yourself?” The mousy voice that left your mouth was almost alien to you, but Seungcheol nodded nonetheless.

 “My name is Choi Seungcheol, and I am 21 years old. I specialize and business, and my father arranged this marriage because he considers me ‘anti-social’ and thinks that I would otherwise be hopeless in finding myself a wife, and your father just so happened to make a deal with him. What about you?” His words felt like poison stings, but you decided to try and be kind anyway.

 “I am (L/N) (Y/N), a (Age) year old woman of all trades. Until recently, I was working part time to earn the money to help pay my family’s bills and hopefully get to open my own bakery one day. It’s nice to meet you, and I hope I can be a suitable wife for you.” A smile peaked through your lips, but Seungcheol simply avoided your gaze and looked out the window.

 “Sounds like you married me for the money, huh?”


 All evening, you and Seungcheol were busy introducing yourselves at the wedding reception. His family seemed to be fun of you, but his frosty ways didn’t change at all. After the ‘first dance’, you both quietly ate and sat next to each other as the party went on without you. After the last piece of cake was served and the last drop of wine had been drank, you and your new husband clambered over to the car that would escort you to the hotel you would be staying at for the night. The drive was a silent one, and nothing felt better than finally getting to step out of the tense space.

 The hotel room was quite simple. The walls and floors were matte nude tones, but each room contained utilities that were most likely more expensive than anything you had ever used in all your years of living.

 “This room is really nice-”

 “Shut up. I get it, you are coming from a poor lifestyle, but I’m not here to hold your hand. Don’t act like this is even love, and just stay out one my way.” His words brought tears to your eyes and fire to your cheeks. You let out a croaky gasp, and did something you never thought you would do; you hit him on the chest. It wasn’t hard or anything, but the force caused your knees to buckle and you fell into a heap on the floor.

 “You know what, Seungcheol? I’m trying to make the best of the situation, and you are making it super hard. Yes, I did agree to this to help my family, but that is what love looks like! You are a cold hearted bastard, and this isn’t how marriage works! At least try to be nice, and maybe one day we can learn to love  each other…” Sniffles left your mouth and you hugged your knees. The room was silent, but the growing worry that your pleas had fallen on deaf ears was ringing violently throughout your head.

 Never had you felt so alone with another person. But then again, never had you felt as shocked as the moment that Seungcheol actually crumbled to the floor and rested a warm hand on your shoulder.

 “You know what… I’m sorry. I don’t really know what marriage is like, but now I realize how hard this day must have been for you. I just… I want to tell you that I’m willing to try, I guess.” His thumb swiped over your cheek and collected your tears, and your watery eyes finally glanced up at him. For the first time that day, a small smile was apparent on Seungcheol’s face. You stared at him for a few seconds, then embraced him with all your strength.

 “Let’s try this. Together.”

Scooby Doo/Blues Clues/Mary Poppins dream

We all went adventuring and looking for clues. We sang all the time, “We love to laugh, HAHAHA!” We kept jumping through photos trying to figure out the mystery, so we found 2 Blue Clues. Then the gang went to search in a photo of Mexico. Never found the 3rd clue….. But we found Blue dead on a beach. So we split up to search for clues.. I jumped into a drawing of food.. Where I found the killer….Which was an Evil Taco. But luckily, Shaggy ate it! Then it ended with everyone doing the Chimney Sweep dance.

drape me in your warmth

a/n: au after 4x02/ or Hope is having trouble adjusting to her new family members (just a lot of fluff because honestly this season of TO is so lit and I can’t wait for more klope so i wrote some).


It’s not enough that Uncle Kol steals her cereal in the morning, or that Auntie Rebekah braids her hair and dresses her in the most ridiculous outfits everyday. But now, Hope Mikaelson can’t even sleep in her own bed.

She finds her father rolled up in a ball, passed out under her pink unicorn sheets and snoring. 

“Mommy,” she squeaks, as Hayley notices the drama and smiles in the process. “Why is he here? He has his own bed!” Hope goes on to complain.

“He just missed you,” Hayley says, with this big goofy smile plastered on her face. “I’m sure he’ll start sleeping in his own bed soon enough,” she reassures her daughter.

Hope looks annoyed. She watches the strange man in her bed who she’s supposed to call ‘father’. And she finds herself scowling as she hears bickering in the next room, the hair dryer going off in the bathroom, and the stereo blasting loud music in another.

“I don’t really like having all these people here,” Hope mumbles. “It’s so…different,” she tells her mom.

Hayley sighs at her little girl’s fussiness. “I told you honey,” she exhales, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It wasn’t going to be just the two of us forever,” she reminds her.

“You didn’t mention that everyone was an even bigger kid than me,” Hope exclaims. “You know Auntie Freya ate all the chocolate? Again!” her voice squeaks higher as she gets more and more emotional. No one messes with Hope and her chocolate.

“Yes, and your Uncle Elijah went out to get more of it,” her mother attempts to calm her down with that. “Don’t worry so much, they’re our family, they love us,” she says.

Hope looks confused for a moment. It’s not that she’s a fussy child per say, she’s always been nothing but manageable. But so much change all at once would disrupt anyone’s well-being. And all her life, it’s just been her and her mom, on the run. So settling down, with a real family, so full of life and laughter…was strange.

“They don’t even know me yet,” Hope sighs. “And I want my bed back,” she demands.

Hayley laughs at the silliness of it all.

“Well,” she whispers, “Why don’t you go wake him up?” she smirks, pointing to Klaus.

“Fine,” Hope huffs.

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anonymous asked:

How did your first time with jin go like ;)

Well Namjoon was a mess, because he really wanted to do more with Jin, but he was actually very much inexperienced in the area, so he was pretty nervous that night.

He’d planned it all out though! He took Jin out on their usual Friday date, over at the really good Korean restaurant downtown, the small one with the really nice owner who all but treated them like her own children. They ate deliciously, as usual, then spend an hour or so over by the beach, even though it was cold, but the sky was clear and the stars were out and the wind finally decided to stop for a bit.

Later, they went over to Jin’s place and went to sit on the bed, snacking on some popcorn and watching a movie. 

Honestly, Namjoon doesn’t really remember when exactly they went from paying attention to the plot to him right on top of the elder’s lap with two hands squeezing his butt, but alas. 

It wasn’t like they never fooled around before, but they just never went all the way, and honestly, it was kind of cute how they both kept making sure the other was OK and felt good and comfortable and just enjoying it as much as the other.

It was cute and hot and it felt damn good and Namjoon may have accidentally smacked a desk light onto the floor at some point, but Jin just giggled and called him adorable so asdfghjkliuytresdfg$^&($#@#$%^$#()(*&

Mitch Marner #2

Just a short cute little Mitchy drabble for ya :)

Word Count: 987

Originally posted by werenskiz

Being called into the office on a Saturday was tough enough. But with Mitch having practice you thought that you weren’t missing too much, knowing very well you’d end up on your laptop doing work anyways. But after another lengthy meeting, and another project being added to your work load, it was past 5 and you were lazily walking into your apartment. 

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The Babysitter’s Club: Tim and the Toddler

A fic for @komadoriwonder​ .
Set in Cor Et Cerebrum Continuity and a follow up to “Jason’s Gots Kids?” 

Rated: G
Gen/Family Bonding
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Isaac Wayne, Damian Wayne, Kiran Devabhaktuni
6463 words
AO3 Link Here

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The Babysitter’s Club: Tim and the Toddler

The ceiling fan whirs slowly above the bed while Tim stares at it and holds his cellphone to his ear.

“But why me?” he asks, in a voice that sounds too close to whining for his own comfort. “I don’t know what to do with a baby.”

“He’s not a baby. He’s three,” Jason answers. “And he likes you.”

This point seems feeble to Tim.

“Isaac likes everyone. What am I supposed to do with him? Why can’t Alfred watch him?”

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#ShipperCon - my ECCC 2017 story (part 1)


I honestly don’t even know how to begin. It’s been nearly a week and I’m still buzzing and overwhelmed from last weekend. What started out 8 weeks ago as an impulsive trip with 2 ladies who live in the Seattle area (the original #ShipperCon trio!), it quickly turned into a group of 8 of us from all over the US. Finally meeting after becoming friends on Twitter over the last year. I’m so thankful they were all able to make the trip all the way out to the NW and I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend. Truly.

I’ve already reblogged the top moments that @heyheykatiemae put together from the weekend (check those out too!) and I’m going to totally steal her idea of using all our Twitter handles to keep the stories straight. (You can also follow these lovely ladies over there because they’re basically the best. No lie.)

@heyheykatiemae (also on tumblr), @jill_millander, @ClaireEBFraser (@claireelizabethbeauchampfraser on tumblr), @birdie4573, @ZenGeisha1 (@zengeisha on tumblr), @Pursuitofagood1 (@pursuitofagoodbook on tumblr), and @meg_eh.

Apologies in advance that this got EXTREMELY wordy. But it just spilled out and I don’t want to forget a second of it! Since it did end up being so long, this is part 1 of 2!

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Happy Birthday, Pretty Girl

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Summary: It is the first birthday that the reader is spending with Bucky as a couple, but it turns out he wont be there to celebrate it.

Word Count: 2370

A/N: I wrote this around my birthday, and I thought it was kind of cute.

*gif not mine*


It was one week before your birthday. You were so excited about it because it was your first birthday that you and Bucky Barnes were a couple. A few days before your birthday, Bucky woke you up with blueberry pancakes and coffee in bed.

“Pretty girl,” Bucky whispered, “Pretty girl, wake up.”

You rolled over to face him. When you opened your eyes you saw him caring a tray and he had a sweet smile on his face. You rubbed your eyes to make sure you were actually seeing him, “Buck, what the hell?” you mumbled as you sat up.

“I made you your favorite breakfast. Sit up.”

You sat up and he sat the tray on your lap, “Bucky, you didn’t have to do this. But these do look delicious!”

Bucky sat next to you in bed as you stated to eat, “How are they?”

You smiled and nodded your head, “They are so good! Why have you not made these before for me? Are you holding out on me Barnes?”

He laughed, “No, I asked that breakfast place that we go to all the time for their recipe.”

You put the fork down and put your hands on each side of his face, “You are amazing, do you know that?” you pulled him in and kissed him. You went on eating and something made you stop. You looked over to him, “What’s wrong?”

His face saddened a little, “No, nothing is wrong,” he trailed off.

You moved the tray from your lap and turned to him, “Bullshit. Bucky something is up. You hate to cook breakfast food. And you went out of your way to get a pancake recipe from a restaurant that we go to? What have you done?”

He looked down and grabbed your hand, “I’m leaving for a mission tomorrow morning, and they don’t think we will be back till after the 3rd. I tried to get them to put someone else on the mission, but they need me. Y/N, I am so sorry, I’m going to miss your birthday.”

You nodded your head trying to keep your face strong and your eyes clear of tears, “Buck, it’s okay. I know you would be here if you could. You have work and that is important.”

Bucky’s metal hand cupped your cheek, “You are important. You are the most important thing to me, pretty girl. Please don’t be mad at me.”

You leaned into the cool touch of Bucky’s hand, “I’m not mad, I promise. You are going to save the world. How many girls can say that their boyfriend saves the world for a living?”

“I promise you, I will make it up to you a thousand times over! Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you. Whatever you want to do, we will do it!”

You let out a laugh, then got serious and cupped the back of his neck, “All I want for my birthday is you to come home safe, okay?”

He pressed his forehead against your, “Deal. But I am still going to get you gifts.”

You snorted and kissed him quickly. You pulled away and brought the tray back up to your lap, “So tell me about the mission?”

You and Bucky spent the whole day watching movies and cuddling like you normally did before one of you went on a mission.

The next morning, Bucky had to be down at the pad at five. When he was about to leave he sat down on the edge of the bed, “Pretty girl,” he ran his flesh hand through your hair, “I have to go.”

You groaned as you sat up. You were always sad when he left, but this time there was more sadness. You wrapped your arms around his neck and you mumbled, “Don’t go.”

He wrapped an arm around you, “I wish I could stay pretty girl. I got to get down to the pad.”

You let out a sigh, “I’ll walk you down.” You walked down with your arm wrapped tightly around his waist and his around your shoulders.

When you got down to the pad Bucky turned to you, “I promise I will call you as much as I can.”

You nodded and felt tears building, “You better come through with that promise you made for my birthday gift.”

He pulled you into his arms, “I will come home safely. I promise.”

You pulled away, “You better go before I throw a tantrum to Tony and Steve about you being gone for my birthday,” you pushed him slightly and gave him a weak smile.            

“Come here,” he cupped your face and kissed you passionately. When he finally pulled away he rested his forehead against yours, “I will be back in a couple days, and we will celebrate your birthday.” He pulled away and trotted towards the jet, “I promise, pretty girl!”

You waved as the jet took off.

Wanda walked up next to you, “Don’t worry, your birthday will still be kick ass, promise!”

You raised your eyebrows, “Will it now? What do you have in mind?”

“Come on! I was sworn to secrecy! All I can say is, this birthday will be hard to top,” she wrapped her arm around yours and led you back towards the tower.

The days past slowly, and the nights pasted even slower. You would finally fall asleep, but roll over to hit a cold empty bed.

You constantly were checking your phone to see if you missed a phone call, Face Time, or even an email from Bucky, but it was radio silent from him. Every time you looked at your phone your heart sank a little. He said that he would call, even when he couldn’t call, he would at least email you to let you know that he was okay. If it weren’t for the emails from Steve, you would think the worst. Thank God for Steve.

It was the night before your birthday and you stared at the ceiling like you had for the last 23 years. You would always wait up and watch the clock turn to 12:00 on the 2nd. You looked over to the clock, 11:59.

You waited for it to change. When it clicked over to 12, you let out a sigh, “Happy Birthday to you.” You rolled over and started to drift off to sleep.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Wanda, Sam and Vision yelled the next morning.            

You jumped up and grabbed your chest, feeling like your heart was going to explode. When you came to and saw your friend wearing party hats and had balloons in hand. You smiled and rubbed your face, “Thanks you guys.”

“Get ready and meet us in the kitchen,” Wanda pulled you up from bed and pushed you to the bathroom, “Your birthday festivities will begin!”

You let out a chuckle and started the shower.

Twenty minutes later Wanda stormed back into your room, “Y/N! What the hell are you doing? Just because it is your birthday doesn’t mean you can be late.” She stopped when she saw you sitting in your closet crying. She ran up and wrapped her arm around you, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You looked up at her and sniffled, “Bucky hasn’t called. He said he would call. It’s bad enough that he isn’t here, but he hasn’t even called me to wish me a happy birthday. It’s like he doesn’t even care about me.”

Wanda brushed the hair out of your face, “Y/N, he does to care about you. He cares so much he made me promise to keep all the birthday plans he already had made for you! And believe me, he went to the extreme to make sure that your day was perfect! Now, chin up as Bucky would say, and get your butt down to the kitchen!”

You wiped the tears off your cheeks and laughed, “Okay, I will be down in a minute.”

When you finished getting ready you walked over to your bed and checked your phone. Still nothing. Instead of taking the phone down with you, you left it on your bed.

You walked down to the kitchen and when you turned the corner you stopped dead in your tracts. Hundreds of sunflowers filled the counter tops, purple balloons and streamers were hanging from the walls and a big banner with the words “Happy Birthday Y/N!” written on it.

You put your hand over your heart and let out a sigh, “Bucky Barnes, what have you done?”

Sam was sitting at the table and pulled out your chair, “Come sit! We made breakfast, exactly like Barnes said to.”

You guys ate together and talked about old times and past birthdays. After you ate you guys went to the living room and watched three of your favorite movies of all times, Mary Poppins, How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, and The Great Gatsby. You sang along to all of the songs in Mary Poppins and Sam rolled his eyes whenever you recited any of the lines from the movies.

When the movies was over, Wanda ushered you back to your room to get ready for the last part of your big birthday surprise. When you walked into your room there was a white box with a purple bow sitting there. You looked at Wanda who gave you a smile and walked away.            

You walked over and opened it. Inside was a card with Bucky’s handwriting on it.

        Y/N- I am so sorry I wont be there to celebrate your birthday with you and see how beautiful you look in this tonight. I love you more than anything       Pretty Girl. Bucky.

You pulled back the tissue paper to see the dress that you had been staring at in the same store for the last two months. It was a navy blue high low dress with silver sparkles all over it. You held his card close to you and sighed, “Damn it Bucky. You sure do know how to make a girl fall head over heels for you.”

You got ready and put the dress and heels on when Wanda knocked on the door, “Holy shit! You look amazing!”

You smiled, “Thank you. You look great too!”

“Come here,” she walked over with a blindfold.

“What are we doing?” you asked.

“Just following Bucky’s orders,” she smiled as she tied it over your eyes.

She held you tight as she led you down hallways and to an elevator.

You could hear music as you walked closer to God knows what. You stopped, “Wanda, what is going on?”

“You will see,” she said coyly. A couple moments later she said, “Okay, take off your blind fold!”

You took the blindfold off and saw a big orchestra sitting on a stage with a dance floor, tables with sunflowers and purple flowers as centerpieces. All of your friends were standing smiling and they yelled, “Happy birthday!”

You looked at Wanda in shock, “Are you kidding me?”

She shrugged, “I told you that this would be the best birthday you would ever have. He did this all for you.”

You made your rounds and hugged everyone. When you finally sat down in the seat that had a sigh that said “Birthday Girl” on it. When you sat down Wanda walked up to the mike in front of the orchestra.

She let out a chuckle, “Well, as you all know, we are here to celebrate Y/N’s birthday! And as all of also know, Bucky had this whole thing planned out, but unfortunately he wasn’t able to be here, so I am stepping in! But, Y/N, you do have a message, so if you will look at the screen please, and enjoy Birthday Girl.”

You let out a chuckle and looked at the screen.

Bucky’s face popped up with a big smile on it, “Hey there Pretty Girl. I hope that Wanda is pulling everything off as perfectly as I planned it. I am so sorry that I am not there to celebrate your birthday with you, but I will be home as soon as I can. I hope you get everything you want and more for your birthday. I love you pretty girl, more than anything. Happy Birthday Y/N.”

You wiped the tears away from your eyes, and smiled. He was the best thing that could have ever happened to you, and he wasn’t even there for you to thank him.

You talked to everyone. You ate, drank and laughed. It was the perfect birthday, with only one thing missing, Bucky.

As the night started to end, you got up and thank every one for coming and their warm wishes. You thanked Wanda for pulling everything off, and you thanked Bucky, even though he wasn’t there.

You walked back to your room and sighed when you saw the phone calls and text messages from everyone but Bucky. You put the phone back down and went to the bathroom to get ready to bed.

You curled into bed and looked at the clock, 9:29 pm. You closed your eyes and fell fast asleep.

“Wake up Pretty girl,” you heard whisper in your ear.

You turned around quickly and saw Bucky lying next to you. You wrapped your arms around him, “You’re home.”

He kissed you deeply, “I’m home,” he whispered against your lips. He pulled away and brushed some of your hair out of your face, “Did you have a good day?”

“I had a great day,” you tightened your grip around his neck, “Thank you for everything. Bucky, you didn’t have to do all that stuff.”

He pulled you closer, “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to do even more, but I don’t think Wanda could have pulled off what else I wanted to do.”

You smiled, “Well, thank you for everything. And my gift.”

“Happy Birthday pretty girl,” he brushed his lips against yours.

“It isn’t my birthday anymore.”

He looked at the clock and you smiled. It was 11:59.

He looked at you and smiled, “It is still your birthday for another minute,” he leaned down and kissed you. It was the perfect end to a great birthday.

One Last Time

Originally posted by soyiyoyo

Request: Would you like please make a Imagine Chekov properly saying goodbye to the ship’s crew? Because I need that - @putthephaserdownplease

A/N: I deleted the playlist a made to make my friend cry when I moved like a week before getting the request and it would have been such perfect mood music for this. I feel like that karma for making a playlist of song that would make my friend cry. Also Keenser’s totally find; you guys don’t have to worry. Little guy just got all tuckered out. 

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