what else could i really put in here

I know they’re just fictional characters, it’s been 78 years and this is not good for my blood pressure, but it physically pains me when people take the best scenes of Sasuke caring as proof of how much he doesn’t care.

Sasuke can’t word. Like, at all. He’s absolutely terrible at stuff like giving verbal reassurance or even at explaining himself clearly. He’s your go-to guy if you have a meteorite problem or an alien problem or… some other highly unlikely problem like that, but to assume that he possesses the basic skills necessary to send an obligatory ‘get well soon’ card to someone without accidentally insulting the person’s intelligence and ancestors in the process would be a mistake.

To make things even more hilarious (or sad depending on the context) it’s not even a tsundere thing. He doesn’t say the opposite of what he means, he says exactly what he means but in such a succinct and blunt fashion it leaves people feeling like he’s being purposefully vague or just straight up rude. This is because Sasuke can not only not word but he also can’t people, so he’s the type who will assume that his partner in conversation will just get what he means if he gives them a nudge – or a hn, I suppose – in the right direction. A prime example of this would be every time he called Sakura “annoying” when what he really meant was, “I already decided to leave you and everyone else I care about behind so could you maybe stop actively reminding me of how incredibly difficult that was,” as well as this glorious mess right here:

What Sakura thinks Sasuke just said: My life is none of your business.

What Sasuke thinks Sasuke just said: It’s my road to redemption. You have nothing to do with my sins. [It doesn’t matter whether or not I want you with me because this isn’t your cross to bear. I can’t expect you to leave your family and friends behind and put your career on hold in favor of wandering around the continent with me while I sort out the mess that is my life. You have a life of your own and while I’m grateful for your offer, I care about you too much to take you up on it.] *forehead poke*

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Heart Spice (Derek/Stiles)

@sterekseason requested Stiles/Derek:  we were both lovers over a decade ago and now we meet again to battle it out on this cooking program. our rivalry is strong and just because the camera operator caught us making out in the pantry doesn’t mean i won’t defeat you with the power of truffle oil AU

For winning first prize in my Birthday Giveaway, Hannah gets two fics. This is the first one based on the prompt above. I hope you enjoy it! Fic #34 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

Heart Spice. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

When Stiles was twenty-two, he had his heart broken when Derek chose his career over their relationship. A little over ten years later, they meet again on the set of a reality TV cooking competition. Derek wants a second chance, but Stiles isn’t really in a forgiving mood.

“Glad you could make it, Stiles.” Cora nods at him, offering a friendly half-smile that’s the equivalent of a wide, toothy grin from anyone else. It’s a little surprising, and also a little suspicious because Cora usually isn’t smiley.

“I almost didn’t come,” Stiles admits. “Lydia forced me into the car and drove me here before I could, how did she put it, wimp out like a whiny dork.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “For the record, I wasn’t wimping out. I was just having second thoughts because of reasons.”

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Tricks, Trust, and Treaties

Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki is allowed to freely roam the compound but he can’t be unsupervised, so you’re assigned to stay behind and babysit him while everyone else goes on a mission. He decides to do something nice for you as a peace treaty, but it blows up in his face - literally.

Warnings: language, fluff, food fights

Word Count: 4973

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write Loki for a long time, but he’s such a deeply complex character that I didn’t know what ‘part’ of him I wanted to go with first, or if I could ever do him the justice he deserves. I’m a sucker for secretly soft, gentle, loving, innocent, caring, wants-to-make-you-proud Loki, so I ended up going with that, but I may try to write other sides of him in the future. I really hope you all enjoy it! <3

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anonymous asked:

BYSOTI(D) Drabble Prompt: Victor and Yuuri (whether together or separately) discover that there are RPF about themselves, both with other people, and each other. This could be before or after they get together, though the former may be more amusing?

“So you know how Yakov is always saying “never google yourself”?”

Yuuri didn’t even answer, just dropped his head down to the table.  This was going to go somewhere that he wouldn’t like.  He just knew it.

“Let me guess,” Chris leaned forward.  “You googled yourself.”

With a smile that could stun reporters and make them forget every question that they had ever wanted to ask him, Viktor nodded.  “I did!  And there are some amazing things.  People draw artwork of me!  And other skaters, but of me!”

“As if your ego wasn’t already outrageous, mon cher.”

Yuuri kept his mouth shut.

“Not only that, they write stories!”

Chris laughed.  “Stories?”

Yuuri groaned.  “Please tell me you didn’t read any.”  Just what the world needed, a Viktor Nikiforov that was aware that RPF was a thing.

“Have you read any?”  Viktor sounded curious.

Yuuri sat up and shifted.  That was a dangerous question.  He had been a twelve year old with an idol and access to the internet.  So, of course, he’d read some, but he wasn’t about to tell Viktor that!.  “No.” Liar.

“There’s some about you as well, Yuuri!  And about Chris!”

“Ooh.  How do I find it!  I want to read them!”  Chris took out his phone.

“I’ll send you a link to an archive!”

Yuuri thought about abandoning the rest of his drink and claiming tiredness and running up to his room.  It was allowed.  They’d all skated their short programs just a few hours ago.

“What’s the difference between a slash and an ampersand?”

Yuuri gave up.  “The slash denotes a romantic pairing and an ampersand is supposed to denote just a friendship or other relationship.”  There was no getting out of this and these two needed supervision.

“You’ve read some, Yuuri?!”

“No.  I have not read any fic about myself, but I’ve read fanfiction before.  Phichit reads a lot of fanfiction.  Probably writes some too.  I don’t really ask because  I don’t need to know the complex relationship dynamics of Naruto and Sasuke and whoever.”  From the looks on their faces, Yuuri had lost them already.  Thank god.

Viktor looked back down at his phone.  “Oh, look, Yuuri!  Here’s one about us.  It has that slash thing, so that means we’re in a relationship in that one, right?”

Chris was choking on his pastry or something, but Yuuri sighed and looked at Viktor’s phone and the summary.  “Uh, Viktor?”

“What?”

“Two things, according to that we hate each other.”

“What?!”

“And… well, we’re, um…” Yuuri could feel the heat crawling up his face.  He couldn’t actually force himself to say ‘hate-sex’.

Christophe, however, could apparently.  “Oh my god.  It’s a one-shot about the two of you hate-fucking.  Can I read it?”

“What?!”  Yuuri thought that he’d never heard that particular inflection from Viktor before.  It was sad but something else as well.  Something that he couldn’t place.

“It’s pretty hot.  And they’ve really put a mouth on Yuuri here.  I mean, really.”

“Chris, don’t read it!”  Viktor was trying to snatch his phone back.

“I’m not done!”  He lifted the phone up into the air.  “Oh!  They really capture Yuuri’s flexibility too!  Damn, I wonder if that position is even possible in real life.”  Chris wiggled his eyebrows at Yuuri.  “Want to give it a try?”

“Chris!” And really Yuuri was used to this sort of outrageousness from Viktor and Chris at this point.

“Of course he doesn’t!”  Viktor crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ok, I found one.”  Chris must have moved on from whatever depravity he’d been reading.  “I scrolled further up and there’s a something called a slow burn where you and Yuuri are star-crossed lovers and royalty–”

This time it was Yuuri that looked over Chris’s shoulder.  “They warn for major character death.  So either Viktor or I die.  Actually both of us, probably. Sounds very Romeo and Juliet.”  He paused.  “Why are you only looking at things tagged with me and Viktor?”

Chris shrugged.  “That’s what was there when I hit the back key.”  So if you can sort by relationship, let’s look up a threesome!”  Chris messed around with Viktor’s phone.  

Viktor had gone terribly quiet and his cheeks had colored rose.  Yuuri was surprised his own face wasn’t tomato red, himself, but really, Viktor had brought this on himself.

“Ooh!  There’s a relationship called Three Musketeers all about us!  And the first fic that comes up is Explicit!”

It’s Better with You (Logan x Reader)

A/N: So I wanted to make something where (Y/N) is a small town little rancher that works on her ranch constantly, barely getting by, and one day she stumbles upon an unconscious and beat up man on the property behind her ranch, and she takes him in and gives him a place to stay, and in return he helps her around the ranch and you get the idea :3 It’s lengthy so I apologize for those of you just scrolling through your dashboard. 

Also, written with female pronouns, but like I say, I mean no offense by this and it is just the way I naturally write, I am open to writing with any pronouns anyone desires so just let me know! Oh, and I don’t put that much description when it comes  to (Y/N) and in this fic your dog, well except for a name but that’s just because I want you to make this story however you want and yeah you get the point. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, fluff?

Originally posted by iljakurosaki


You sighed as your loud alarm jolted you from your sleep. You let out a groan, rolling over and smacking the dismiss button. As you slowly sat up you let out a yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You glanced out the large window that overlooked your backyard, the sun hadn’t come up yet. Just another day in paradise. 

You rolled out of bed, wincing a little as your bare feet touched the cold hardwood ground. You grabbed your robe off of the coat hanger next to your bedside, sliding your feet into your slippers. You glanced at your sleepy dog laying lazily on your bed. 

“Sunny,” you began to wake your dog up, but a faint crash in the distance caused your dog to bolt upright, letting out a low howl. 

“Oh calm down,” you said scratching your dog’s ears, “It was probably just an animal. Let’s go.”

Your dog happily followed you out of your bedroom and to the barn. You unscrewed the lid to two large containers, getting on your tip toes to get an adequate scoop of food form each. 

“Are you a hungry puppy?” you teased your dog, walking over to his food bowl by the entrance of the small barn, you poured the food in and your dog went to town. 

“Now for the chicken’s,” you muttered, taking the full scoop and walking towards the chicken coup. 

After you sprinkled their food down into their coup you straightened your back, stretching and looking at your small barn. It barely had room for everything you put in it, but it worked, patches on the ceiling showed that this old shack had gotten it’s use over the years. Stacks of hay were pushed against one wall, it had taken you an entire day to get there, and a week of heat pads to recover from the strain it put on your back, but the organization satisfied you. 

On the wall opposite from the entrance was your parked tractor, it hadn’t been used in ages, the tires were flat and the ignition wouldn’t start. You would get around to fixing it, eventually. Next to it where all of your tools, shovels, sheers, pliers, wrenches, all the fun stuff that you needed every now and then. Then came the chickens, and one single empty stall, you liked to keep it empty so that if any of the animals needed to stay inside for some reason you could bring them in. Yeah it was small, but it was yours.

“Come on Sunny,” you said to your dog, walking back to your small house. 

The sun had started to rise more, and a nice shade of pink covered the sky. Due to the fall season, the days had began to grow smaller and you had to start to prepare for winter. You groaned at the thought, and put everything aside, stalking to your kitchen for breakfast. Your house was…cozy. It was one bedroom, one bathroom, a small living room, and the kitchen, but hey, it was manageable. 

You crouched down to one of your kitchen cupboards, grabbing out a box of oatmeal. You glanced down to realize that you were still wearing your pajamas. You sighed, this no sleep thing was really wearing on you. You placed the oatmeal on the counter and stalked to your bedroom, pulling on a pair of jeans and a white tank top, pulling on your cowboy boots. You had left shirts outside overnight to dry, the weather wasn’t bad enough that you couldn’t yet. So you stalked outside, your dog on your heels. As you stepped outside you immediately say your clothes line, and the trees that followed the back of your property. 

As you walked towards your hanging clothes, grabbing a flannel off of the line, your dog nearly gave you a heart attack. Out of nowhere a chorus of barks began to erupt from his mouth. 

“Sunny!” you exclaimed, frantically buttoning up your shirt as your dog darted into the woods. 

You chased after him, not really thinking about what you were doing, or the possible danger you could be putting yourself in. You dashed through the trees, determined to not loose your dog, he had never done this before, and your heart was racing in your chest. Your dog let out a couple more barks, before abruptly stopping. You ran to catch up with him, and a you did so, you stopped dead in your tracks. 

Sunny sat in front of you, panting at the last thing you expected to see, a bloodied and beat up man. You threw your hands over your mouth, taking in his beat up stature. His shaggy dark brown hair stuck to the blood on his forehead and his shirt was torn, revealing deep wounds. 

“Oh my god,” you muttered, ripping off your flannel and pressing it into the deepest of the gouges, he didn’t even flinch. 

“I’ve gotta get you out of here,” you mumbled, your voice shaky.

With tremendous work and effort you were able to lift him up, placing his arm over your shoulder and supporting all of his weight with your small bodice. It took everything you had, but you were able to make it back to your house, Sunny leading the way. His blood had stained both of your shirts at this point, but you were too worried to fixate on it. You dragged him inside, laying him down onto your couch as gently as you could, not letting your fatigue keep you from working. 

You ran into your kitchen, getting all of the rags you could find and drenching them in water, before running back to where he lay. Who did this? You thought to yourself as you cut off the remnants of his shirt, you needed to see what you were working with. You couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing dog tags, so without really thinking about it, you reached down and read the name on them.

Logan huh? Well Logan, what on earth did you get yourself into? You left the dog tags on him, glancing down at his wounds, only they looked…better? You shook your head, maybe you were just hallucinating. You pressed the rags into the three thick tears, hoping to somewhat clean them. You used your remaining towel to wipe his hair out of the blood on his forehead, and you found it easier than it should’ve been. The little blood that still remained on his forehead was completely dry, and you couldn’t find where it seemed to have come from. 

You shook your head, even if he was getting better, that was a good thing right? You glanced down at your bloodstained tank top and decided that you needed to put something else on. If he did wake up any time soon you needed to look like you weren’t the one causing him pain. You quickly ran into your room, you dog for once not following you, grabbing a baggy t-shirt and throwing it on, tying your hair back behind your head, and quickly returning to Logan. He simply laid there, looking the same as before, only the wounds had started to get better.

“Alright I don’t know what magic you’re working, but you better keep at it,” you murmured, walking into your kitchen and making yourself a cup of coffee before returning to your small living room. You sat on the floor across from your couch. Waiting, unsure of what to do. Sunny curled up to you, and you sat in silence for what felt like a short amount of time, then out of the blue, Logan’s eyes snapped open. 

You nearly spit your coffee all over the place as he sat up in a quick movement, heavy and shallow breaths coming out of his mouth as he glanced around the room frantically. You quickly stood up, unsure of what to do with yourself. It took him a moment, but he finally realized that you were standing there.

“Where the hell am I?” he questioned, swinging his legs to the side of the couch and trying to stand up.

“Wait you’re hurt,” you quickly said, stepping closer to him and placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. 

“I’m fine,” Logan said, quickly glancing down at his ripped up abdomen, and noticing the blood red rags that he had dropped onto the floor. 

“I don’t understand how, but your body seems to be…healing itself,” you said hesitantly.

Logan let out a sigh, “It does that. Where did you find me?”

For the first time he finally met your eyes, and his expression softened. His shaggy dark brown hair fell into his eyes for a moment until he brushed it away. 

“I didn’t exactly find you, my dog did,” you gestured to Sunny, “But you were laying behind my property unconscious, and I thought you were dying, so I brought you back here as quickly as I could.”

After Logan stared at you for a moment in silence, and glanced around your house he muttered, “Thank you.”

“Uh, yeah don’t mention it. What happened?” you asked cautiously.

“To put it lightly my brother is an asshole. You didn’t happen to see anyone else around, did you?” he asked, your dog walking up to him and nuzzling into his leg.

“No, should I have been looking for someone else?” you asked, your heart rate increasing. 

Logan realized your new found distress and shook his head, “No don’t worry.Thank you for bringing me here I appreciate it, but I really should be going.”

Logan began to stand up, but you stood in front of him. 

“Do you even know where you’re going? No offense but you look terrible, and I think I deserve an explanation for why you were almost dead in my backyard,” you said, folding your arms.

“You make a good point,” Logan sighed.

You looked him up and down carefully, debating your next words.

“Look…Logan. If you don’t have anywhere to stay, why don’t you stay here for awhile? Get your bearings, explain to me what the hell is going on, decide what you want to do with yourself, and in exchange for somewhere to stay, you can help me around the ranch. Winter is coming and I could use an extra hand,” You offered.

“How do you know my name?” he asked.

You gestured to his dog tags on his bare chest, which you were just now realizing was full of muscle.

“Right. Ma’am as much as I would love to stay here for a while and figure my situation out, that is too much to ask of you, and you don’t even know who I am.”

“That’s true, I don’t know who you are, and yet I’m willing to let you stay here, so I suggest you take my generous offer,” you argued.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked cautiously.

You nodded, outstretching your hand, “I’m (Y/N). Can I offer you some coffee?” 

He shook your hand gratefully, “Do you have any beer?” 


It had been a couple of days since Logan appeared in your backyard. Your deal had been better than anything you could’ve imagined. Logan did everything you asked, never complaining once, not to mention the work he did without you asking. It took a little bit, but he finally vaguely explained to you why he was almost dead. Something to do with his brother and the military, you didn’t pry because it didn’t seem like he wanted to tell you. 

Logan had been sleeping on your couch, and while you felt guilty about it, you didn’t really have anywhere else for him to go. What made you feel even more awkward was that he was wearing some of your ex’s clothing that he left there. It was all you had until you took your trip to town at the end of the week, and the t-shirts were…snug. Lets just say you didn’t exactly mind the view. Even your dog had grown quite fond of him, it was interesting. 

Your mornings had changed significantly, for the past couple of days you would wake up, walk past an asleep Logan, then come back in for breakfast to an awake Logan, except for today was different. You didn’t wake up to your alarm, but to the soft hum of an engine instead. What on earth? you thought, glancing outside your window, but no lights that you could see were on. You slid out of your blankets, sliding into your slippers, and forgetting to put on your robe. You were wearing a baggy enough t-shirt and leggings anyways. You walked past your couch and noticed that Logan wasn’t there. You didn’t really let your mind process anything, but continued walking. 

You stalked out of your house, rubbing your eyes, like always, the sun hadn’t come up yet. The soft hum from earlier grew louder as you walked towards your barn, and unexpectedly, Sunny shot at you from inside, jumping up on you. 

“Hey puppy,” you said, rubbing your dog’s ears.

You stood up, continuing into the barn, and what you saw as you entered was one of the last things you expected. You swung open the door that Sunny had cracked to escape, revealing an entirely lit up barn, a dog bowl full of food, chicken’s eating their food, and Logan turning the key in your tractor. 

You smiled broadly at the sight, your morning routine and more had been completed. Not to mention your beat up tractor was on. 

“That tractor hasn’t worked in months,” you said, walking towards Logan in awe.

Logan’s head popped up from what he was doing and he smiled at you.

“Oh hey,” he said, scratching his neck. “Yeah I hope you don’t mind but I think I fixed the ignition.”

As you reached the tractor you beamed up at him.

“Why would I mind? This is more than I could ask for,” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together.

“it was the least I could do,” Logan said, turning off the engine and hopping down from the tractor, handing you the key. “The tire’s still need to be fixed anyways.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the key from him, trying to put it in your pocket, when you realized you were still in your pajamas.

You averted your gaze, pretending to not acknowledge the blush spreading across your face.

“Breakfast?” you asked simply. 

Logan gave a nod, and together you walked from the barn to your kitchen. As you ate you made small talk, Logan asked you about how you got your ranch and how long you had been working here, that sort of thing. You answered all of his questions without hesitation, but you couldn’t help but want to ask him about his unique healing ability. Some other time, you told yourself. 

Your day after breakfast was normal, Logan fed the horses for you so you didn’t have to haul the hay bales around, you milked the cows, checking on the crops, etc. The two of you even spent a good amount of time chopping down trees for firewood, your house didn’t have a furnace, and it was starting to get chilly. Logan put you to shame, and you couldn’t help but notice how his biceps bulged every time he swung an ax. Before you two knew it, nightfall had settled upon you. 

“Lets call it a night,” you muttered, wiping sweat off of your forehead and gathering a pile of wood into your arms. 

“Alright,” Logan said, grabbing everything you couldn’t take. 

The two of you walked back into your house in silence, it wasn’t awkward, but actually rather comfortable. You had grown used to his presence in such a short amount of time. The two of you walked into your house, Sunny behind you. You placed the wood by your fireplace in the living room, Logan following suit. 

“Well,” you said, brushing off your hands, “I guess I’ll see you in the morning?”

Logan nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. You walked into your bedroom without another word. You turned on the lamp beside your bed, and instead of going to sleep, you opened a book and started to read. Relaxation time was rare for you, so you savored it whenever the chance presented itself. You didn’t know how much time had passed, you became lost in the pages as you read, but before too long, Sunny was asleep at your feet. 

You let out a yawn, closing your book slowly, when you heard heavy breathing coming from your living room. Your eyes widened and you placed your book on your nightstand, listening carefully. You could hear a distressed voice, it was faint, but it was there. 

“No,” you heard a voice pant, a voice that belonged to Logan. 

You quickly darted out of your bedroom, not wasting any time. As you reached your living room you saw Logan, his blanket kicked to the floor and a layer of sweat coated his forehead. He shook his head in his sleep, murmuring things you could barely make out.

“No not again,” he panted, “Please.”

For the first time since you had met the rugged man, he looked…vulnerable. 

“Logan,” you squeaked, walking closer to him cautiously. 

He didn’t budge, but his squirming seemed to intensify, and you saw something you didn’t think possible. Logan squeezed his hands into fists, and three metal talon-like claws protruded from his knuckles. Your heart raced in its chest, you didn’t know what was happening, but you knew that you needed to help him. 

“Logan,” you said again, this time a little more audible as he slashed at your couch, causing a scratch mark.

You stepped closer to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. As you did so, he took in a sharp intake of breath, his claw’s immediately retracting, and his balled up fists unclenching. 

“You were having a nightmare,” You whispered, still touching his arm. 

Logan’s eyes were still closed, but you felt like he could hear you. 

“It’s okay,” you muttered. 

Logan reached for your arm with his hand, gently grabbing it, and his other hand pulling on your waist. You let out a gasp, not knowing what was going on, and in one swift movement Logan had pulled you next to him. There was barely enough room for the two of you on the couch, but he held you tight to him, his body heat immediately reaching yours. 

“I’m sorry (Y/N),” he muttered into your hair, his eyes still closed. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”

“No,” you said almost too quickly. You laid your head on his chest, letting yourself relax a little bit. “I-I don’t want you to go…Your help has been more than I could ever ask for.”

Logan laid in silence for quite some time, but finally spoke, “(Y/N) that’s too much to ask from you.”

“No it’s not,” you said hesitantly. “Besides…I think you owe me another explanation.”

Logan’s hand was still on your waist, and you brushed your finger’s along his knuckles, right where his claws came out. 

“Are you sure…?” 

“Positive,” you murmured, a yawn escaping your mouth. 

Logan pulled you against him tighter, and as your eyes slowly closed, you barely heard him speak.

“It’s better with you,” he muttered.

You let yourself fall asleep in his arms, that night was the best you had slept in ages. 

I’ve Never Been So Sure | RL

A/N: Sooo idk if this is what you had in mind but it’s not really an argument per say. It’s more like a discussion. Riley being insecure and scared that they wont last forever and Lucas not having one single doubt that they will. Hope it’s okay and that you enjoy it! xo

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No matter how nice the furnishings inside the airplane were, to Riley it would never be more than a flying metal tube. She crossed her heart as she stepped over the threshold and smiled stiffly at the stewardess.  She tried to remind herself that it was a short flight and that it was definitely worth it. All she had to do was get through the next four hours and she’d be back in Lucas’ arms. That alone was enough to steady her nerves.

She had just graduated from Columbia two days ago and thankfully Lucas’ graduation was a few days apart which gave her enough time to fly down to Texas to surprise him for his graduation. Because he went to A&M after high school the last four years of their relationship was spent hundreds of miles apart with the occasional visit on holidays and breaks. It definitely wasn’t easy, there were times when they both felt like it was too hard but every time it became more apparent that what they had was worth fighting for.

She took a deep breath as she slipped into her seat, staring out the window. She quickly glanced at the watch on her wrist, counting down the hours until she was in Austin. ‘4 hours and 10 minutes’ she thought to herself. Riley plugs her headphones into her ears, turns up the music and doesn’t open her eyes again until the plane was coming in low, rushing toward a runway that seemed almost unreachable.

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deafchildcrossing  asked:

PROMT: whoever: "that's French for "go away" Logic: it really isn't

I hope you like poly sanders cause poly sanders happened and Yes

 BTW BE DEFEATED WITH FLUFF

Why do I put up with you all again?

Poly sanders

Warnings: Prince and Anxiety are here, what else do you need dear?

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The day had just started and Logan already had a headache. Not a literal one, but he could “Feel it in his soul” as Anxiety liked to say when Logan reached his “feed up” point.

He had waked up with Morality’s arm around his waist and Anxiety grabbing fistfuls of his shirt while Roman had his own arm around the youngest one. It was a really pleasant way to wake up, with all his lovers within arm reach and the pleasant warm they all had, but Logan was a teacher, and he had papers to grade (he knew they weren’t real, but he was also aware of another manifestator between Thomas’s regular watchers and as a teacher and manifestation it was his duty to help them)

After getting out of bed, really carefully as to not wake up his lovers, he escaped to the kitchen. Now Logan wasn’t one to blame luck or destiny for things that happened. Everything had a completely logical explanation, so tripping out of nowhere thanks to a water gun was… not logical

“Wha-”

“HE FOUND IT, NOW!”

Out of literally nowhere his partners jumped up, and Logan was a little too busy wondering how he didn’t notice them following him to protect himself from the water assault. At the beginning it was the other three VS Logan, but then the teams got divided into Analogical VS Royality with Analogical winning, to the honest surprise of no one

“It’s unfair! You two always team up!”

“We think our attacks better Princey”

After a few more minutes of back and forth between Anxiety and Prince the darker trail hissed and grabbed a fistful of the others shirt, yanking him down for a kiss and making Morality wolf whistle in the background

“What was the kiss for?”

“That’s French for shut up” Anxiety smirked, stepping away from the Royal

“Honestly you, how do I put up with you three?”

“And that is French for “go away”” called Morality from the kitchen, all the while giggling

“It really isn’t”

Logan smiled softly, he truly loved those nerds.

Autograph | kim namjoon

Originally posted by ksjknj

Pairing: namjoon/rap monster x reader
Genre: one-shot, idol!au, fluff
Length: 1.0k
Warnings: none
Summary: You are the main vocalist in a new 4-member K-Pop group. You and your group were holding a fansign hours before the concert, and someone comes to surprise you.

A/N: Two scenarios in one day wow I am on a ROLL.
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So I made this sign for B.A.P’s concert in Dallas and during the concert while the lights were on the fans I held it up and I kept seeing the members looking my way (they could’ve been looking somewhere else of course) which was funny hahahah. I took it in with me for the photo op after the concert… walked in and wOW THEY ARE EVEN MORE GORGEOUS IN PERSON. The photo op was so much fun and a lot of funny things happen but I won’t put it all here BUT the really funny thing while I was going by them Daehyun started laughing hahahah he was like “Hahhah HA-AHHHH!!! Twitter? Insta… Instagram?” (I had posted this pic on both twitter and instagram while waiting in line for the concert) and I had no idea what he was talking about so I said “Oh I don’t know hahhhaa” and he said “맞는데…” which I believe is “That’s right…” SO HE SAW IT ON MY INSTAGRAM AND/OR TWITTER OHMY GOD WHAT?!?!??! Yeah so that’s the story about the sign! A lot of people really liked it ^_^ I had such an amazing time holy shit even though I’ve been to all three of their concerts in Dallas I still get shocked by how amazingly talented they are :O fun fact: I actually made the edit at 3 am playing around in photoshop…

here’s the link to my tweet: x

that's just how we feel ( 11pm fluff )

You were sitting on the counter top in the kitchen of your apartment, watching your boyfriend of a year, Shawn, play his guitar. You recently finally finished college and decided to move out to LA, where Shawn was most of the time, and it worked out well for you since your job was pretty easy and you could work from home.

Shawn was playing around with some cords and trying to finish a song he started to write. You were both having a pretty laid back day, hanging out and watching movies, Shawn singing to you every once a while. You loved him with your whole heart and you were so glad to finally he able to see him more now that your schooling was finished. Although things would still always be busy between your career and Shawn’s, it would be a lot easier now that you lived closer. You wondered how long it would be before Shawn and you got married or anything. You wondered if you even would get married. You knew how big of a decision it was to move out to LA simply to be closer to Shawn, but at the time it felt right to you so you did it. Sometimes you just wondered where your life would be if you didn’t. You missed your family and friends.

“What if I never moved out here?” You said thinking out loud.

“What do you mean?” Shawn said and put down his guitar.

“I don’t know.. I love it here and I love you, but what if there’s something I’m missing somewhere else?” You didn’t really know what you were talking about, you were just a little homesick, and you didn’t know to put that into words.

“Y/N, there’s definitely a possibility that you could be missing out on something sure, but there’s also plenty of things to enjoy here. I think no matter where you are, there’s always something to miss out on.” Shawn walked over to you and put his hands on your waist. As you sat on the counter you wrapped your legs around him.

“I guess so.” You said quietly and pulled him closer to you. You just let him hold you for a bit until he spoke;

“I see, and want, a future with you Y/N. You know that right? I wouldn’t have let you move here if I didn’t.” Shawn said and played with your hair.

“What kind of future?” You asked and looked up at him. You wanted him to say marriage but at the same time that scared you. He knew you so well though, because after you asked that he said, “Like, marriage and a family and all that.”

Shawn held your hands in his. “I know that’s a big deal, and I don’t exactly have a ring with me right now or something but I do want to be with you.. like forever. I can’t picture myself with anyone but you, and maybe that’s wrong or something since we’re still young, but I swear I’m in love with you.”

You felt your heart burst with excitement but also fear. You were crazy about Shawn but he was right. You were both still young and the fact that he could picture himself with only you and no one else was scary but also sweet.

“I feel the same way too. But.. just a little less maybe. Well not less.. I just think you were right when you said we’re still really young.” You said trying not to give him the wrong idea.

“I know. I love you though and I really think I always will. And maybe we’re too young and maybe it’s wrong, but that’s just how we feel. It’s not a bad thing to share our feelings with each other right?” Shawn kissed your hand right after he said that.

“Right.” You smiled.

Right now, no matter how young or how crazy your lives were, you loved Shawn and he loved you. That was really all that mattered. He was all that mattered to you.

It’s dangerous (Pt.1)

Genre: Honestly who fucking knows (Angst/fluff)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook X reader (Ik it’s been a lot of Jungkook lately but ppl keep requesting him and I’m a people pleaser so fuck it)

Fandom: BTS

Words: 2k

Summary: Getting kidnapped by a hot guy and going to a house filled with more hot guys wasn’t the first thing you planned to do on the way home. Jungkook tried to make you feel comfortable since it was a misunderstanding but letting you not go home wasn’t the most settling thing. 

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, violence, and explicit language

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Originally posted by bangts

You were standing on the subway, looking down at your phone. There you were endlessly scrolling down the dashboard of your blog. An announcement over the intercom goes off with pleasant voice saying the name of your stop. When the subway finally made it’s stop you walked out onto the platform. It was a tiring day and you couldn’t wait to just go home and lay down. When you got to the street, you starting to get this weird feeling someone was staring at you. You self consciously looked around to see someone in the far distance. He had his face covered by his hood Maybe you were just being paranoid for no reason? Then again you started to think about the rising crime rates that seemed to be happening in your city. You remembered the trick to see if someone is following you is to keep making left turns until you come back in a circle. One turn, he was still there. Second time, he was still there. This was starting to get really unsettling. On the third left turn before you could check to see if he was there something came down and covered your face. You struggled but felt someone holding you down. A small pinch of what you assumed was a needle was being pressed into you. Within a few seconds you blacked out. 

“Who the hell is she, Jungkook?? God, I should have known better than to send you to do something like this.” A voice, complained.

You opened your eyes to see two very attractive guys arguing. When you tried to move you realized your hands were bind behind your back.

“Huh? Boss, I think she’s awake. What do we do?”

“You figure it out. You’re the one who kidnapped the wrong girl.” Namjoon snapped.

Jungkook came walking over to you, getting down one knee. You flinched, afraid of what was going on.

“Who the hell are you?! What am I doing here? Please don’t kill me, I really can’t die right now. I haven’t done anything i’ve wanted to do yet. I’ve just been wasting my life doing a job I hate and going home alone all the time-”

He put his hand over your mouth. “I get it. You can stop.”

He could feel you shaking and actually started to pity you.

“I’m not going to kill you…that I know of. Look, I wasn’t even supposed to bring you here but it was dark and I thought you were someone else. Problem is…You now know what we look like. I can’t have the cops coming here or my boss will literally have my head.”

He moves his hand slowly off your mouth and brushes his thumb against your lips.

“Lucky for me you’re pretty. How about you agree to work here and sleep here until I know I can trust you? Hmm? I’ll promise not to hurt you.”

You blushed. “You think I’m going to trust someone I don’t know? Are you an idiot??”

He sighed. “Watch your mouth, princess. Remember your life is in my hands? Now i’m gonna let your hands go but you can’t try to run.”

You nodded, just wanting the tight zip-ties off your wrists. Jungkook pulled the knife from his pocket and cut you lose. 

“Better?”

“Y-yeah…thanks..”

He smiled. “It’s not that I want to hurt you. Trust me, I don’t but I have to take care of the rest of my gang.”

“Gang?” You asked, still not really knowing what this place was.

“Yeah. This is the “hide out” for our gang. We’re a part of the mafia. The plan was to kidnap this girl who was the heir to her family’s money and get the ransom. I was sent a picture of her and everything. From the back you guys look almost the same…but I guess now it does make sense since I followed you onto a subway.”

“I definitely don’t have the money you’re looking for and I don’t really have anyone who’d put out a ransom award for me either.” you mumbled

Jimin stood in the doorway. “Don’t you think you’re telling her too much?”

When you looked over at him your eyes met. Damn, what the hell was this gang? It seems like the requirement for joining is to be as hot as possible. Jimin smiled, noticing you staring.

“I guess she is cute.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Back off. You already have a girlfriend.”

Jimin scoffed. “HAD. She dumped me remember? For sleeping with that girl…even though it wasn’t much of a choice. It’s kind of my job.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re a prostitute?”

Jungkook burst out laughing. “Basically.”

Jimin crossed his arms. “I am not! I don’t always have sex with clients we just had a long term agreement. Someone has to make negotiations in this group and if they are willing to give us whatever just for me to sleep with them, that’s fine! You should be thanking me. We wouldn’t have half of this shit without me.”

Jungkook stood up and held a hand out to you. “Come on. I’m gonna show you around. Ignore Jimin.”

You stood up, taking his hand. This was a mafia gang? They just seemed like regular people aside from the weapons that were sitting around the room. Well, you guess it would be best not to found out what they are like when they’re pissed. When jungkook took you out of the basement the corridor was huge. 

“Do you all live here?” You asked, curiously.

“Not really. This is more of a place where we work and deal with other gangs. Of course there are rooms though in case we have to stay overnight. Which is what I’ll have to be doing as you stay here. I can’t have you run off on me.” He said with a smile. 

Well that was a little less comforting. Jungkook took you to another room where the rest of the members were. Namjoon’s eyes shifted to you and then at Jungkook.

“I thought you were going to take care of her?”

He held your hand. “I am. She’s going to be our little assistant for the time being.”

“Trying to get over your ex, huh?”

Jungkook avoided eye contact. “She’s gone and I don’t care about her anymore. I was the one who broke up with her. That’s not the point the point is I now have-…..What’s your name, babe?”

“…Y/N..”

“I now have Y/N.”

Namjoon sighed. “Okay, but your responsible for her.”

“What am I a pet??” You thought to yourself. 

Jungkook moved passed Namjoon and started to introduce you to everyone else. They all greeted you sweetly and welcoming. It was a little strange but you would take this over them threatening your life. Still, you couldn’t help but think about a way to escape. This place gave an off putting vibe that you couldn’t shake. Maybe when you laid down at night time you could sneak out the window. Granted, you might have to move to another city just so they wouldn’t find you again. As handsome and smooth talking these guys were they were still strangers, and gang members at that. 

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” Jungkook asked.

You were too busy being in your head again.

“Huh? Sorry, I spaced out.”

“I asked what you wanted to eat. You’re probably hungry since it’s late. I can get you whatever you want.” He smiled.

You were starving after accidentally skipping lunch and hoping to go straight home to eat. 

“Uh. Well, Anythings fine…”

He nodded. “I guess you’re not that picky.”

Was that a compliment? Jungkook took you into the kitchen, letting you sit at the table as he attempted to make something for you.

“If you guys have all this money why don’t you have someone else cook for you?” You asked.

He pushed his sleeves up. “Namjoon isn’t too big on outsiders getting involved. They will eventually figure out what we do and then we have to take a risk on them turning us in. I mean, I get it but it would be nice to have someone help around here.”

You leaned your face on your hand. “….Why do you do it?”

“Cook? I just told you-”

“No. I mean this gang stuff.”

He gave a small smile as if he was reliving his old memories in his head. 

“I’ve known these guys for a long time. They practically raised me and I guess I paid them back with my loyalty. It’s not like i’d have much else going on.”

“You didn’t want to get a job or buy your own house when you grew up? You could have gotten married or something. I guess being a gang member isn’t stopping you if you had a girlfriend before like Namjoon said .Unless, you broke up with her because of this gang?”

His smile suddenly faded. “Let’s stop talking about me.”

You realized you must have said something wrong. Now the kitchen was completely silent besides the sound of him cooking. You didn’t know how to start up another conversation in risk of pissing him off again. He placed the plate in front of you.

“Thank you..” You told him.

He didn’t say anything and left the room. Whatever you said, it must have really been worse than what you thought. After you finished eating, you went out to find him. The place was pretty big and most of the doors were shut so you didn’t really know where to even start to look. When you turned around you practically ran into someone’s chest.

“I-I’m so sorry!” 

Taehyung smiled. “How cute…I was trying to scare you anyway. It was my fault for getting too close”

“um…Have you seen Jungkook?”

He smirked. “What do I get if I tell you?”

Another person from behind you grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from Taehyung. It was Jimin.

“God, What is with you and flirting with other people’s girls? Is it that hard for you to get laid?” He scoffed.

Tae rolled his eyes. “She was just kidnapped by him. Do you honestly think she’s going to want to date him?”

“But you can tell he’s into her. Piss off, would you?” Jimin started walking off with you.

“Sorry. He’s kind of oblivious to boundaries sometimes.” He apologized.

You shook your head. “It’s fine-….Did you see Jungkook? Is he mad at me? He won’t hurt me…right?”

Jimin looked over at you. “It’ll take some getting used to, to finally get over this whole gang thing. Hell, me and my ex girlfriend weren’t always on the same page when it came to my work but she learned to accept it for the most part. We aren’t evil despite what you may believe. We aren’t out there killing innocent people and robbing them. We only do harm to people who are already corrupt. This might be a little hard to believe since you’re being forced here…but he’s not a bad guy. He’s probably close to being the most sane. We are just doing things so we can survive. Like you staying here. We wouldn’t normally do this but we can’t have you going around telling people.”

He stopped walking when the two of you met at a bedroom door. 

“He’s probably in here.” Jimin said, letting go of your wrist. 

“Thanks..for helping me.”

He smiled and waved, leaving you by yourself. You opened the door to walk in on Jungkook taking his shirt off and pulling it over his head. You didn’t see much but took notice of the scar on his chest. You blushed.

“S-sorry I didn’t know you were changing-”

He shrugged. “You can sit on the bed.”

“While you change..?”

He looked amused. “What? Does it bother you that bad?”

“Not if it doesn’t bother you, I guess.” You came over and sat down on the bed.

Jungkook started putting his new clothes on and threw some of his clothes over at you.

“Sorry, You’re gonna have to wear these. This is my guest room and I don’t have any girl’s clothes.”

“It’s fine. I usually wear a t-shirt to bed anyway.” You sat there with them in your lap. 

“…..Aren’t you gonna get dressed?”

You realized he was waiting. “Oh. Right. Um. Just turn around..”

He laughed. “I wasn’t going to stare at you anyway. Even though it’s fair game after you were watching me change.”

He turned around as you asked and faced the wall. 

You took off the clothes you were wearing and changed into his. He waited patiently until you finally told him he could look again. He stared for a second. 

“…What?” You asked.

Jungkook shook his head. “Huh? Oh. nothing. You just…look cute wearing my clothes.”

“Follow me, really quick.” 

You stood up and followed behind him as you two left the room. He took you down the hall to the bathroom, pulling a new toothbrush out of the cabinet. Jungkook handed it to you and grabbed his own. God, this whole situation is weird. Standing in front of the mirror brushing your teeth with him made you feel like you were a married couple, minus the fact you were trapped. There was a knock on the bathroom door and Yoongi poked his head in the door. 

“Wow. I didn’t think you’d actually be spending the night here.”

Jungkook looked back at him. “I have to. Plus you do it all the time when you stay behind and pull all nighters.”

“Yeah but someone has to plan out the stuff we do. We can’t just commit crimes and expect to get away with them. Anyway, I just came to tell you that i’m going home today so you’re the only one in the house. Night” He waved.

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, Night.”

When Yoongi left the room Jungkook turned the light off and walked you back to the bedroom. The house was a lot more quiet compared to earlier. You stopped when you remembered there was only one bed.

“Wait. Are we sleeping together?”

He gave you a look. “I can’t put you in a separate room and still be able to watch over you.”

You nodded and slowly crawled into the bed despite doubting how much sleep you would actually get. He turned the lights off and came over to lay down as well. After a few minutes of pure silence he opened his mouth.

“…I’m sorry I got a little sensitive earlier…”

You faced him. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have just said careless stuff..”

He stared up at the ceiling. “No. You were right. I did want a separate life from this stuff. I dated her for a year and a half and surprisingly I think I fell in love with her…little did I know she didn’t love me at all. One night when we were laying down I felt her get up. I wasn’t asleep yet so I asked where she was going and she just freak out. She ran over to me and stabbed me saying things like, “Leave me alone! Did you really think I’d fall in love with someone like you? I was afraid if I left you’d kill me but if you’re dead then I can finally be free..” For a while I just laid there and bled on the bed not even trying to chase after her when she left. I was in shock more than anything. Lucky for me the knife wasn’t that big and she wasn’t strong enough to push it in deep enough. I was embarrassed and depressed about the whole thing so I didn’t tell the other members…”

You suddenly felt bad that she ran off on him, seeing the tears in his eyes.

“Is that how you got the scar on your chest?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I told them I got it in a fight. It’s pretty pathetic.”

Jungkook turned and faced you too. “I know today must have been a lot for you but I’m kinda glad this turned out the way it did. You listen pretty well.”

You blushed, seeing his face so close to yours. At least he wouldn’t be able to notice. 

“Y-yeah..Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

Damn. Now you didn’t have the guts to run off on him after he said all of that. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad?

Chapter 16: Not What You Want for Your Birthday

Fic Summary: “Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick.” For a while Phil has thought that his soulmate might have an eating disorder and doesn’t expect to meet him in the restaurant where he works.

Genre: a lot of fluff, recovery, really fucking domestic, waiter!Phil

Warnings: eating disorders, anorexia, bulimia, hospitals, panic attacks, references to past abuse, mentions of suicide, a lot of awkwardness, small amounts of smut. This is potentially triggering so for your own sake, please think twice about reading if anything this might affect you.

Disclaimer: I don’t have personal experience with eating disorders, but have done some research. If I have anything about them wrong, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll sort it out.

Word Count (for this part): 6.8k

[Uploads will be approximately every couple of weeks! (hopefully)]

A/N: Announcement - I have a new  sideblog, @philsdrill-updates, where I will post only about updates for this fic, so if you want a notification when I update, you can turn on notifications for the blog if you want! Also, next chapter should be sooner rather than later, as I’ve actually written it. This was going to be 11k, but I’ve decided to split it in two (thanks to those who helped me decide). Anyway, enjoy!

MASTERPOST

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When the morning arrived, we found another thing for the day’s to-do list. As well as constructing our bed and phoning Dan’s parents, we would also have to go shopping. We’d had no milk for days, and now we were out of bread too. We were almost at the stage of having ice cream for breakfast, but not quite.

We made a trip to Tesco, something that I think Dan and I had only done together once. Usually we used the online ordering system, from the days when the amount of food in the supermarket would be too much for him to cope with. Today, he was feeling up to it, and it would be easier for us to get all of the things we needed without forgetting something.

As we made our way around the shop, I thought about what we would eat for lunch. For days we had been eating the odds and ends we had left in the fridge and freezer, but now we had the opportunity to eat something decent. I’d missed cooking over the last few days, and was excited to get back into the habit of it. I picked up some chicken breasts from the meat aisle, with the intention of coating them, frying them and then using it as a sandwich filler. It would make a change from pre-packaged ham.

We picked up most of the things from our usual weekly shop, and it was just after I had found the KitKats that I noticed Dan spacing out a little.

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Yoongi Scenario: I Can’t Let You Go.

Request: Can i request a yoongi scenario based on spoiler by epik high? Much drama but a fluffy end. Thank yoooou 💞 + Suga scenario where he has a dating scandal so his gf ask him did you ever love me something. Like that

Genre: Romance / Drama.


Yoongi didn’t know if this was the end of your relationship. He didn’t know how to handle what he had been feeling lately and what those feelings made him think.

You were sitting in your living, not doing much, he just wanted to see you, spent some time with you, but he didn’t know if coming here was a mistake. Comparing to how you’d act in other occasions today Yoongi felt as if you weren’t yourself. You had been watching tv but now no one was doing so. Yoongi was looking at you who just looked out of the window, not at him, like you wanted to be somewhere else.

-What are you thinking?- he asked trying to gain your attention, but you just stared out of the window, it was cold outside and at this point you couldn’t see more than cloudy skies, Yoongi was growing desperate, you were so out of it, usually when he came to visit you’d be affectionate with him, you’d play fight with him about everything, you’d reclaim that you needed him hugging you and kissing you for you to restore your energy and other cheesy things like that, he always faked annoyance at it but he never refused you. Now you wouldn’t even look at him. -Y/N, what are you thinking?- he repeated feeling pathetic to have to do so.

Only then you turned to him, showing him a mild smile. -Nothing- you sighed heavily, looking at the window again, Yoongi’s lips shifted to a straight line, what had been that? He didn’t understand why you have been acting like this for the last weeks, he had tried to give you time, he was trying to reach for you but every time he did you only seemed to push him away. 

Sighing again Yoongi noticed how the comfortable silence you had shared hundreds of times was turning into something unbearable. He didn’t want to think bad, he knew maybe something was amiss to him, maybe you were going through a rough time with something, but Yoongi felt as sensitive as a rock at the moment, he could only register how you just pushed him away, if you were having trouble then why not reaching for his help, didn’t you know he’d do anything to help you? It was stupid, he felt ridiculously pathetic and alone, two things he’d never thought he would feel with you. 

He sighed too, trying to calm down because at the speed his mind was going he knew he could do something he’d regret, perhaps he’d confirm what he was afraid of and what his mind told him every time you looked away from him. Perhaps this was the end and he just didn’t want to accept it.

-I think It’s going to rain- you announced out of the blue, Yoongi was going to say that you weren’t making any sense, that if he was just there wasting air then you should just say so, that if you didn’t want him no more then you should just fucking say it and be done, but your left hand sneaked its way to his right had, lacing your fingers together to then come close to him. -I think…- Yoongi stayed quiet feeling how your head rested on his shoulder perfectly. -I think I might love you too much, I…- Yoongi felt his heart leap at that, hearing you say something like that made his thoughts twist and turn from the way they were going. He just stayed still waiting for your words but once again he couldn’t make anything out of it. -Nevermind-

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Jan 11, 2012 - Jan 11, 2017.

Hello again, my most beautiful boys.

So it’s been five years since we first knew of you two, and seven years since you first met each other. That’s pretty long – how many five years, or seven years, can one have in a lifetime, anyway?

I’m not sure if that was the case for other believers, but 2016 was a struggle for me. My faith in you two was constantly put on the line, and there were times when I felt like giving up (which I never thought could even happen – I guess time really does change people). But looking back at the old days, I regained motivation. It’s not good to drown in nostalgia, but what else can I do?

I’ve heard things here and there, mostly against the two of you together. They make me sad and confused. I mean, I know one day this would end, but I can’t help but continue pushing forward. I wish I could just shut them out and admire you in silence.

What exactly do I wish for? What is okay to ask and how much is too much? I don’t know, I don’t know. I guess I just want you two to be happy, hopefully meet up once in a while, talk about all sorts of things, have a good laugh, maybe a little bit of tears, and end every conversation with a warm hug . Like soulmates do.

Good luck.

Birthday/Holiday Starter Sentences
  • Could be used for other holidays or parties, just switch out the 'birthday' mentions with said holiday!:
  • "Happy Birthday!"
  • "Surprise!"
  • "This calls for a celebration!"
  • "Today is your day, enjoy it."
  • "Just another year closer to death."
  • "You're getting old!"
  • "No matter how many of these you have, you're still gonna be a baby to me."
  • "We/I invited everyone!"
  • "No no no, you are not going into work, not today!"
  • "Come on, I have something special planned for us today."
  • "Come on, you have got to let me put frosting on your nose, it's tradition."
  • "Whoa, there's cake all over you--let's get you cleaned up!"
  • "I got you a present."
  • "You got me a present?"
  • "It's a surprise, you have to close your eyes!"
  • "Are you legal now?"
  • "Here, a drink to the big [age here]!"
  • "You're going to have a night you'll never forget!"
  • "It's nothing, really."
  • "Do you like it?"
  • "I could get you something else if you don't like it."
  • "So what do you want me to get you for your birthday?"
  • "This is the best birthday ever."
  • "This is the worst birthday ever."
  • "It can't be worse than last years, right?"
  • "So how old are you now?"
  • "We're definitely going to have to celebrate in private later."
Bookstore Love (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Prompt: “Reader works at a bookstore and Jasper comes in every week, fluff” (requested)

Word Count: 526

Warnings: none. 

A/N: I wanted to keep this one short, I don’t know, I think it’s cuter that way, probs not but whatever. Sorry for the anon that requested this almost three weeks ago!!! I suck. 

“Have a nice day!” I said to the woman in front of me while I handed her a bag with her book inside, once she got out of the store I sighed and put my arms on the counter resting my head on them. Working in a bookstore was fun, most times, but it gets boring pretty soon, after all, I can’t read while in my shift and neither can I go to the internet in the store’s computer, store rules or whatever.

I lifted my head and looked around, today was a calm day, a few people were sitting around on the couches reading peacefully and the music that was playing through the speakers was soothing enough to make me want to go to sleep; my thoughts were interrupted when the bell that was attached to the door sounded, meaning that another person entered the store.

I looked at the door and I smiled at the sight of the person entering through it, it was Jasper Hale, the only person in this city that comes to this bookstore at least two days a week, whatever his reason is I love every day that he comes, for a reason when he crosses that door all the stress that I could be feeling that day fades way completely and is replaced by happiness.

When he got close enough to the counter he smiled at me.

“Good morning, (Y/N)”

“Good morning, Jasper” I smiled at him “Is nice seeing you again; I see that you haven’t got bored of this place yet”

He chuckled and lowered his head only to look at me again.

“Well, it never gets boring if I can see you every time” he grinned and I could feel my heart beat getting faster every second, for a second I thought that he could feel it by the way he was smiling at me, but he quickly excused himself saying that he wanted to go and read something.

Another Monday, another week that was starting. I started to organize everything behind the counter; there were people inside of the store already, most of them reading. I didn’t realize that someone was waiting for me until I heard a voice.

“Hey” the second his voice went through my ears I knew who it was.

I quickly stood up from my ‘squat’ position and fixed my hair a little while I smiled at him, he was as handsome as ever, I noticed that he was holding a coffee in his hand.

“I brought you a coffee, I didn’t know what kind you like so it’s a latte” My smile grew wider while he handed me the cup.

“You didn’t have to, Jasper” I grabbed the hot cup and put it in front of me “Thanks anyway, that’s really nice of you”

“It’s nothing, really, maybe one day I can take you out to drink coffee somewhere else” he winked at me.

That was it, my heart stopped and I felt my hands starting to get sweaty. A nervous smile crept onto my face and I tried to gather all the confidence that I could before answering.

“Yeah, that would be nice”

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It’s Alright

Originally posted by btsexo7

Member: Exo Lay/Yixing

Type: Smut/ Slight Angst

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Pretending to be asleep was hard when you knew he was staring at you. If he could just get out of bed, you could leave and pretend it didn’t happen but no, Yixing wasn’t making a single move. You could feel his breath against your forehead as his hand reached out to rub your shoulder lightly, making you shiver from the contact. 

“I know you’re not sleeping,” he muttered beside you, lightly squeezing your shoulder. His hand slid to your waist and he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to him, making your eyes flash open as his skin made contact with yours. 

Looking down, you finally registered the fact that both of you were still pretty naked and the only thing separating you from him was his boxers and your underwear. He had pressed you against him so that your fronts were together, making you feel hot with embarrasment. 

“Yah, let go,” you squeaked, cursing the uneasiness in your voice as you looked back up at him. His lips formed a thin line as his half-lidded eyes searched you lazily before he loosened his grip on you, still keeping his arm draped over your waist. 

Pushing yourself away from him, you got out of bed and rushed to grab the first article of clothing you could find, pulling it over your head. “That’s my sweatshirt,” he protested, sitting up and stretching as you searched for your things. 

“I’m sorry,” you replied, grabbing your phone off the floor. It was almost nine. “Shit I’m late-” you started, frantically looking for your clothes as two strong arms wrapped around you once again. 

With one arm still around you, he reached up to grab the phone out of your hand and pull it away from you gently, keeping his chin rested on your shoulder as you glared at him. “Babe, it’s Saturday,” he mumbled against your neck, dropping your phone on the bed again. “Anyways you realize my place is like an hour away from where you work, right?” 

His place. Your stomach flipped as he exhaled against your neck, and you shivered as his warm body enveloped you before responding, “Yixing I should go home.”

“Because this was a bad idea? And you shouldn’t be here? And this was a mistake?” he tested, making you turn in his arms to look at him. He was still expressionless, save for one eyebrow raised in question. 

You swallowed hard, nodding in agreement as you pulled away from him again. He ran his fingers through his messy hair as he groaned, finally letting you gather your things.

“I’m not…I don’t know how to do this okay? I don’t usually do this, but I mean it’s you and I don’t want you to just go,” he started pausing and stumbling over his own words. “At least eat something first, please?”

Yixing didn’t ask girls to stay. For as long as you’d known him, he was the man of one night stands and no strings attatched, not relationships and commitment. In all honesty, you didn’t think it was a bad thing. He didn’t trick girls into getting in their pants, he just hooked up with people who wanted to be hooked up with. 

You wanted it. So he did it.

Your thoughts raced as he embraced you silently, stroking your hair and letting you fall apart in his arms. 

“I didn’t think it mattered that much, I mean, I’m not even married or anything but I just-” you gasped and sniffled, blinking a few tears away before continuing. “I always thought I could have kids. I mean I’m fine with adopting but I just, I don’t know. When they told me I started crying and-” 

You didn’t even know what you were saying anymore. His arms tightened around you and you felt his lips press against your forehead as he murmured softly, “They don’t need to be related to you by blood to be your kids. They’ll love you either way, and you’ll love them.”

You nodded, feeling childish as you sniffled and cried in front of Yixing. “I’m sorry, I just found out and your place was close by and I just-”

“It’s okay. You’re always welcome here, you know that right?”

You sniffled again and nodded, burying your face in his neck again as you muttered. “Thank you.”

He rubbed your back soothingly, and your breathing soon evened out as he continued stroking you. “Feel better?” he asked softly, and you nodded, pulling away from him to look at his face. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking back down at his tear stained shirt and cringing at how awful you must’ve been, crying all over him. His eyes followed yours to his shirt and he chuckled, pulling your chin back up with his hand.

“It’s fine okay? I don’t mind,” he said, the corners of him mouth quirking up. You looked away, embarrased by how close you’d gotten and he raised an eyebrow, releasing your chin and moving to get up. “Want some food or something?”

“I don’t want to go home,” you mumbled, and he sat back down on the bed again, his hand landing on your head. 

“Well then stay here. We can watch a movie or something,” he added, smiling. You shook your head and put a hand on his chest, making him blink in surprise.

“Can we do something else?”

His warm hand landed on yours as his wide eyes stared at you, trying to register what you just said. “Um I…is this really a good idea?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You shrugged, merely not wanting to think about anything and not knowing what else could distract you. 

“I just don’t want to think about it,” you muttered, looking up at him again. His eyes burned into you now, and you suddenly felt bad for asking. You moved to pull your hand away but he kept his hand over yours on his chest before responding. 

“You sure?”

You nodded, moving your head up to press your lips against his as his hands grabbed your hips, yanking you to him. 

“Hey?” 

You were snapped out of your memories as Yixing stared at you, and you swallowed before asking, “Sorry, what?” 

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked again solemnly, and you looked down, wondering why you’d been so rude to this man all morning. He’d done whatever you’d asked without complaint because you were upset, and you were treating him like this was his fault.

It was true. He hooked up with people who wanted to be hooked up with. And you were one of them.

You looked up at him and nodded, replying, “Yeah, I do. I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing already, it’s alright,” he teased, pulling a shirt over his head. “Now what would you like?”

You shook your head and he frowned in question, thinking you were going to refuse and begin apologizing again. You only smiled.

“Can I make breakfast?” 

You found that Yixing remained fairly pleasant in the morning despite your childish tantrum, and as you sat at his table in his sweatshirt eating eggs and toast with him, your mind wandered. 

“Yixing, why didn’t you let me go home?” 

He shrugged, “Well you’re not some random person, you’re…well, you, and after yesterday I wanted you to know that I’m here for you. I mean I wasn’t trying to take advanta-”

“Hey I asked,” you interjected. “I wanted that, okay? I mean, I don’t know what happened to me last night or why I acted that way…I didn’t think I’d be that sad. You only did what I asked so thanks for that.”

You got up and moved to put your empty plate in the sink, and he followed, reaching over you to place his dish on top of yours, brushing your arm in the process. 

“Well, alright then,” he muttered, staying behind you as he turned on the sink, trapping you in the corner as he rinsed the dishes. 

“Are you going to move?” you asked, feeling your heart beat a little stronger in your chest as he inched closer to you, turning off the sink and resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Yixing?”

“You changed back so fast.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned around, facing him completely. He gazed at you with hooded eyes, taking in your form. You hadn’t changed out of his sweatshirt, and his hands moved up to hold the drawstrings and twirl them around his long fingers before he continued, “Last night you didn’t seem like yourself at all. You’re usually so practical and smart and wouldn’t want to get involved with me as any more than a friend. I know last night wasn’t meant to be more than that or anything but now you’re acting like nothing happened.”

You remained silent as he pressed his forehead to yours. His nose brished against yours as you felt his lips ghost yoru skin and you let him keep talking. “I don’t…you know I’m not a commitment person but…wanna…stay a bit?” His lips were so close to yours, and the sudden urge to press up against him kiss him was very real. 

“You want to keep doing…this?” your voice came out much quieter than you’d anticipated as you gestured to how close he was to you. 

He nodded slightly. “It’s alright if you-” 

Your lips pressed against his, effectively shutting him up. He gasped as you pressed towards him and his hands slid up to your neck, pulling you closer as his tongue ran across your lower lip. He bit down slightly and you moaned, letting your hands play with the hem of his shirt before reaching under to feel the smooth muscle there. 

Last night had been soft and controlled, making you forget exactly what kinds of things Yixing could do to girls he slept with. Your heart pounded as his hands slid down your back to your bottom, squeezing as he pulled your hips towards his, grinding against you. 

“Is this where you tell me exactly how hard your going to fuck me?” you asked breathlessly, pulling away from his mouth and resting your hands on his chest under his shirt. He raised an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth quirked up as he regained his breath. He didn’t respond, but instead lifted you onto the counter and spread your legs, keeping his hands on your bare thighs as he rubbed slow circles into you. 

“I thought you didn’t like rough?” he inqured, and you shrugged, pulling your hands away from his chest to push them into his soft dark hair. 

You bit your lip slightly as you mumbled, “Well last night was different.”

“Uh huh.”

You scowled at him and he grinned, but before you could playfully hit his chest, his finger began running up and down your clothed center, making you spread your legs farther to give him more access. You moaned as he touched you, rubbing slow circles and making you shiver under his touch.

“Faster,” you urged, trying to press yourself closer to him but his free hand gripping your thigh kept you grounded on the counter. 

He smirked and you felt your insides twist as he teased, “I’m pretty sure you like it slow, babe.” His thumb pressed against your clothed clit before he finally pushed aside the thin fabric to spread the wetness there. “Hmm,” he began thoughtfully, pulling his fingers away and bringing them up to eye level. He stared at his sticky fingers as he continued, “Maybe I’ll just eat you out, really, really slowly, hmm?”

 You whimpered and struggled under his hands, your fingers tightening in his locks and he grinned, moving his fingers back to your core and stroking upward once before swiftly plunging his index finger inside of you. You gasped and squirmed as he left his finger there, unmoving. Your insides clenched around him and you whimpered again, begging him to do something.

“Something? Okay,” his grin refused to budge as he added another finger, making you want any sort of movement possible as his fingers sat unmoving in your core. 

“Yah, Yixing!” your breathing was off balance and your insides continued to clench around his unstimulating fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut and waited for any sort of movement you could use to find release. 

You gasped as you felt his fingers slowly pull out of you before jamming back in and setting a firey pace that made you moan loudly and pull at his hair. You could hear him chuckle next you you as his fingers pumped you, and you finally felt yourself building. 

Your hands began pulling his head closer to your core and he grinned, removing his wet fingers from you center and placing his wet hand on your other thigh, moving to pull down your soaked panties. Then he pushed your legs furthur apart as he brought his head down to lick your core. He licked a few more times before moving his tongue up to press against your clit.

“God, Yixing,” you moaned, pushing his head down farther against you and you felt him laugh at your center as he quickened his pace again, moving his finger back to pump in and out of you as his tongue fluttered against your clit, finally pushing your over the edge. 

You whimpered as you insides clenched over his fingers and he lifted his head as he watched you come undone as he pumped you, a smirk still plastered on his face. His hair was a mess and you finally released it, sliding your hands down to his shoulders as your breathing began to stabilize. 

“Good?” he asked casually, slipping his fingers into his mouth to clean them off. You watched him suck them clean, wincing at the slightly sore feeling in your lower regions. 

You nodded and gestured to the kitchen sink. “You realize you can wash your hands there, right?”

“I’m pretty sure you prefer watching me do this,” he teased, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. 

As he moved to wash his hands, you hopped off the counter to wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek into his back as your hands slid down to his boxers, feeling his hard length.

“If I’m going to stay,” you chimed, slipping your hand into his boxers as you heard him suck in a breath. “At least let me return the favor.”

anonymous asked:

My favorite thing about your blog is that you always find the good in even bad movies you don't just crap all over something because it's bad but instead you try to find what is good about I bet you must get a lot of flack because you don't rip a movie apart for being bad.

Thank you! That’s always what I try to do. I like things that other people don’t like and I know that some of my favorite films aren’t always other people’s favorites. If I don’t like something, 1, I know that a lot of people worked really hard to put it together. 2, it could be someone’s favorite. Any movie could be someone’s favorite movie. 

I do talk a bit about the things in certain horror films that don’t work for me, but they’re always the things that don’t work for me. They could be exactly what someone else is looking for. 

I just like to try and be fair. Just be like “Here’s what I don’t like, here are the positive points.” I can think of very few movies I’ve seen that don’t have any redeeming qualities. I’m pretty forgiving. There are movies that might not work for me as a whole, but might have great effects. Whatever it might be. It’s very rarely black or white, where something is completely great or completely terrible. 

And yeah, I do get flack quite a bit, depending on various comment sections. It’s hard to predict too. Some things that I really expect to get flack for really don’t get torn apart, and then some things I think are going to go over just fine really don’t. It’s hard to predict. 

But it’s the positive comments and especially the people who are like “I’ve never looked at this movie like that before, I’m gonna watch it again” that make everything worth it. I don’t want to change anyone’s opinion or change their mind, but I love to explain what I think is great about a movie or what my viewpoint is, my take on it, and then *maybe* someone will be willing to look at it in a different light.