what would be our name

lance: what if…what if all the vowels in our names were o’s. voltron would stay the same, but like…olloro. coron. podgo. honk. shoro. kooth. lonce. [hysterically laughing]

hunk: [also hysterically laughing] oh, oh man- [snorts] doesn’t allura call you lonce?

lance: [wipes a tear from his eye] don’t you mean olloro?

[both of them continue to laugh]

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

50 Questions to Ask Me About NCT!
  1. The 7th Sense or Firetruck?
  2. Who’s your bias?
  3. Bias wrecker?
  4. What song did you last to last?
  5. When did you start liking SMROOKIES/NCT?
  6. Favorite vocalist?
  7. Favorite dancer?
  8. Favorite rapper?
  9. Favorite NCT Life in Seoul episode?
  10. Favorite NCT Life in Bangkok episode?
  11. Favorite ship?
  12. Dance-line or Vocal-line?
  13. Vocal-line or Rap-line?
  14. Cute Taeyong or Sexy Taeyong?
  15. Favorite member that hasn’t debuted?
  16. What song are you most excited about on the mini album?
  17. Favorite ‘The 7th Sense’ stage?
  18. Long hair Ten or short hair Ten?
  19. Curly haired Jaehyun or straight haired Jaehyun?
  20. What hair color do you prefer on Taeyong?
  21. What concept do you wish that NCT would try next?
  22. If you could choose the next sub-unit to debut, who would it be?
  23. Most underrated member?
  24. Most likely to get a solo debut?
  25. Would you rather see NCT on Running Man or Weekly Idol?
  26. If you choose our fandom name, what would it be?
  27. First bias?
  28. How long did it take you to learn all their names?
  29. Who do you want to see NCT collaborate with?
  30. Favorite SMROOKIES SHOW performance?
  31. Favorite fancam?
  32. Once Again or Switch?
  33. If you could choose where NCT Life Season 3 is filmed, where would you choose and why?
  34. Where do you see NCT in a year?
  35. Which member has the best fashion sense?
  36. Has NCT ever made you cry?
  37. How did you discover NCT?
  38. Favorite teaser pic?
  39. Bassbot or 0701 dance practice?
  40. Favorite SMROOKIES video?
  41. Most handsome member?
  42. Favorite pre-debut photo?
  43. Did you pre-order the mini-album?
  44. Cutest member?
  45. Sexiest member?
  46. Member you want to bring home to your mom?
  47. If you had NCT in class, what member would you most likely sit next to?
  48. What member are you closest to in age?
  49. What member are you closest to in height?
  50. If you had to choose your ideal type, who would it be?

I used to wonder what it’d be like
to be called yours, and what it’d be like
to call you mine.

Would our names fit in each other’s
mouths the same way our lips fit together,
or the way we exchange breaths,
or the way we tuck lies between our cheeks?
Would the letters taste sweet on my tongue?
Would it burn in my throat?

Would we be too much to consume?
I do not stomach emotions very well.
But if it meant having you, I’d swallow
them whole, love and sickness and all.

I used to wonder about what it’d mean
to be called yours, and to call you mine.
I used to feel some way about that.

—  “I used to care” remnant-thoughts

Stiles: what if…what if all the vowels in our names were o’s. boyd would stay the same, but like…osooc. dorok. coro. jockson. ollison. oroco. stolos. [hysterically laughing]

Erica: [also hysterically laughing] oh, oh man- [snorts] jock and dork for short, I love you Stiles

Stiles: [wipes a tear from his eye] don’t you mean stolos?

[both of them continue to laugh]

Wedding in Hawaii || Part 3

hi. part 3 is here which is also the last i think. although i may or may not will write the bit when they go home and stuff bc of the airport pictures of harry with the glasses on and stuff. i might just carry on a whole story line with them, give a girl name and then when i have ideas i just write it with them two bc i like how in love they are and i’m sad lolololol. whatcha think?? also i hope you’ll enjoy this like you did with the other 2, it was fun to be fed so good this week by the king lmao. and as well lemme know what you wanna read, if you have any ideas please send them to me so i can think about them and make it happen sometime. lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 1Part 2



Keep your shit together, girl.

He is only wearing a whiteish-creamish coloured suit with a baby blue shirt.

You’ll be fine, honestly.

But then his tanned skin and bright smile, his amazing emerald eyes and his mind spinning scent!

Holy cow.

I was one lucky gal as I saw Harry coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go. He washed his hair so his curls were all over the place but it was so sexy and adorable at the same time I honestly didn’t know how he managed it all.

“I swear I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he said as he walked over to me, sneaking his arms around me and kissing my neck right up to beneath my ear then across my jawline. “You look bloody stunning,” he complimented me which made my heart flutter and cheeks flush red.

I didn’t even realise I closed my eyes and my lips parted as he pressed open mouthed kisses on my skin and his hand was squeezing my bum here and there. Being so close to him just allowed me to inhale his typical Harry smell which yes indeed it included the minty flavour or scent or whatever of his chewing gum that never seemed to leave his mouth.

“I love your ass,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed a whole lot of new kisses onto my skin. “I also love you. Like crazy.”

“I feel like we’re on our honeymoon,” I chuckled then a sigh left my lips as he nibbled on my earlobe and dragged his tongue down the side of my neck. “You’ve gotta stop this, now.”

“Do I really?” he murmured into my skin as he held me closer to his body.

“Behave, mister,” I said weakly, not being able to control myself as he took over me just by kissing my neck and gripping my ass.

How was he doing this?

“Alright-alright,” he gave in as he pulled away. His usual side smirk was still on his face then he laughed which caused his eyes to crinkle and his dimples to deepen in his cheeks. “I’d love to come back here with you for, like, a month.”

“Are you crazy?” I looked at him with wide eyes as I took my phone out of my bag. “I don’t have the expenses to afford a whole month in Hawaii.”

“I’ll pay it,” he shrugged like it was no big deal. Which I understood. He was a multibillionaire. Of course he could afford it.

He could’ve bought the entire island if he wanted to with all the money he had.

“Alright, whatever,” I laughed it off as I walked past him. “You can’t just say stuff like this. I hate it when you pay for all my stuff. You didn’t let me pay for my own plane tickets because you wanted us to fly first class.”

“So what’s wrong with that? I can afford it. I want to buy things, nice things, for you; I want to spend my money on you. I love you, of course I spoil you.”

“You spoil me too much, though. You don’t have to win me over with your money you have already won me over with your personality and I just want you to know that you are enough for me. You are an amazing man, I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you and I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart.

You honestly make me go crazy, like, absolutely nuts. I cannot keep my hands off of you and I think you already know this but I can’t stop looking at you either. You are honestly the greatest, kindest, most humble guy I have ever met in my life and I’m so freaking grateful to have you. I’m so damn blessed.”

His eyes kept looking into mine as I rambled on about how much I loved him or something along those lines. I didn’t even know what I was saying because the words just left my mouth and I was hoping and praying that nothing silly was spoken by me.

“Right, this is final,” he said slowly as he nodded and swallowed. “I am for sure, like, 100% taking you to Hawaii for a whole month and I am paying it all. We are flying first class and you will not bring any money, not even your bank card. Like I am literally going to pay for everything for you.”

“Like hell you will! Calm your tits, pal. Just cause I tell you how much I love you and how amazing you are, which you should know anyway, doesn’t mean that you can just become my sugar daddy. I am not giving you sugar for money although it comes in handy sometimes…” I joked around which caused him to laugh with his head back and hand on his stomach.

It was the prettiest view and the most angelic sound I have heard that day. I loved making Harry laugh and smile and happy.

He deserved the best and I was determined to give him the best. Even if I couldn’t be considered as the best.


The dinner was on the beach, the sun was still up so it gave us enough light to see each other and be able to have food outside. It was lovely as we heard the tides of the sea crashing on the sandy shore and the slightly salty yet extremely fresh smell filled my lungs.

Harry was sitting on my right side while Lily was on his left side, talking his ear off which I found rather funny. Especially when he could barely control himself so his hand gripped my thigh a bit firmer as his it was resting there.

He leaned over to me when the little girl got up from the table and left with her mum to go somewhere, his nose slightly nuzzling against mine as a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

“If we ever have a daughter I do not know how I’ll cope,” he said chuckling and I joined him. He pressed his lips against mine in a soft kiss and pulled away just to do it again several times after the first one. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I smiled as my eyes fluttered open just to look right into his shining green ones.

Before I fully moved away from him I kissed his cheek which caused him to blush a little and I found that adorable. I didn’t know why he blushed whenever I kissed him but I loved it like I loved him.

“What would you like to name our daughter?” I asked him suddenly as we were both leaning back in our chairs, the people at the table were all in deep conversation about something.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting his elbow on the arm of the chair he was sitting on as he leaned his chin against the side of his index finger. “I don’t know, I think-, we are most probably going to change it right as she’ll be born. Y’know how random we are,” he laughed.

“Right I think we would and will probably end up doing that,” I agreed. At that point I didn’t realise we were talking like it is going to happen but to be honest we had a good relationships and I didn’t see anything that could possibly damage our bond in the near future.

Anything’s possible for us. We have the chance to create a family together in the future and that makes me excited.

“But, urm, something special I think,” I said finally, after he thought about it a bit. “I’d definitely want something for her that would suit her and a name that would be special and unique.”

“As special and unique as Bear Payne or…” I grinned at him which caused him to widen his eyes and it was the funniest thing ever. Then I clocked on. I just shaded his best mate’s son’s name and I didn’t even mean to do that. “I mean that’s not actually what I wanted to say.”

“Oh my god,” he continued to laugh as he covered his mouth with his hand. Then he put the other one over his hand that was already on his lips and his whole body was shaking as he made fun of me making fun of Liam’s son’s name.

But I didn’t really.

I thought it was cute and of course a bit unusual but definitely unique. I think it was mainly his girlfriend who decided on the name so I can’t really give all the credit to Liam for giving his son the name he got in the end.

“Stop it, Harry,” I punched his arm with my fist but I didn’t actually hurt him. This got him though because he stopped and put on a fake hurt face which made me laugh. He was honestly so goofy and playful, sometimes it just made me wanna have kids with him as I wanted to see him with them. “So, what about our daughter’s name then, huh?”

“Okay, let’s talk like adults then,” he said as he cleared his throat and a big sigh left his lips. “I would probably like to call her, um, Maya or something.”

“Maya or something?” I asked back as my eyebrow arched up higher than I could have drawn it as I was getting ready.

“I like Maya, it’s, well, I think it’s different. What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I mean it’s a pretty name but I’m not too keen on it,” I told him my honest opinion. “I’d rather call her something more-, I don’t know. Something more umpfh if you get me?”

Umpfh,” he repeated. His eyes slowly looked into mine and I already saw his smirk growing bigger and bigger. Then before I knew it his head was leaned back and he was laughing his ass off. “Right, describe this umpfh for me, please, pretty girl.”

“You’re just making fun of me, you deserve no explanation,” I told him with a serious face expression but deep down I was dying from the laughter I had to hold back.

God why were we such a goofy and childish couple? We didn’t take anything seriously, we laughed most of the time that we spent together and basically we were both just a mess as soon as we saw each other or started talking.

We could be texting and when I type out that “I’m crying I can’t cope I’m pissing myself” I’m actually like that. Some people just text that stuff, I actually feel it and do it. I mean yeah, Harry is funny…

But I’m hilarious.

I think I laugh at my own jokes more than Harry does. But then again he laughs at his own jokes too. And sometimes we laugh at each other’s – well, okay, we laugh all the fucking time I don’t even know what I’m trying to say anymore.

We’re funny and end of.

MariChat May Day10: Marshmallows (What if...)

For @baneismydragon ‘s MariChat May Collab. 


“What if we were a power couple?” Chat asks, breaking a few twigs he gathered on his solo patrol.

Marinette snorts. “We’d have to be dating for that to happen.”

“But think about it, M,” Chat grins, tossing a few pieces into a coffee tin between them as they sit on the floor of her terrace. Flames lick the edges of the can, casting out the barest bits of warmth to the both them. “We could have a celebrity nickname, like Ladrien.”

She scoffs, burrowing deeper into the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She pokes absently with her metal skewer at a bag filled with marshmallows. “They’d have to be dating for that to be true.” Marinette sniffs, a cloud of white mist bursting from her lips with every word. She shivers and gives Chat a passing glare that says she blames him for being outside in the middle of winter.

“How do you know they’re not?” Chat waggles his brows, his mask reaching so high she loses the top part of his mask to his messy hair.

“How do you know they are?” She shoots back, throwing a marshmallow at him. He catches it easily and pops it into his mouth. She grabs another marshmallow and squishes it lightly between her fingers. Of course, Marinette knows whether or not Adrien, the love of her life, is dating her alter ego, Ladybug. She would be in a perpetual state of terrified giddiness that she’d probably be throwing up every five seconds. There would have been hours of her just ranting to Tikki about complicating her life, how could she do this to the both of them, what about her identity, what about Chat?

None of that happened. Marinette would have remembered the rants.

“Ow!” She sticks her finger into her mouth, sucking at her injured appendage. She glares at the metal skewer in her other hand, the marshmallow she was pushing onto it is a couple of inches in away from the point.

“You alright there, Princess?” Chat furrows his brows, concerned.

“Fine,” She sighs, dropping her free hand to her lap. She twists the marshmallow over the small flame, trying to get it perfectly brown without setting it on fire.

Chat is silent for a three count before another skewer joins hers with two marshmallows. He dips his small square of fluff a little closer to the flame, occasionally turning it in his hand, unlike Marinette-whose skewer turns like a rotisserie.

“What if we were a celebrity couple?” Chat tries again. Marinette has laser locked her focus to her marshmallow; she can’t concentrate on anything but perfection. Chat’s marshmallows catch fire, causing Marinette to pull hers a little farther away from the flame. “What do you think our name would be?”

“Chatinette,” Marinette answers automatically, removing her prize from the flame. She grabs two chocolate chip cookies from a plate and sandwiches the marshmallow between them and slides the skewer out. She smiles triumphantly as white fluff oozes at the edges. A perfect toasted marshmallow.

“Oh,” Chat grins, sliding one burnt marshmallow off his skewer before popping it into his mouth. “You’ve thought about this.”

Marinette stiffens and then glares. “No comment.” She says tersely.

“Personally, I like Marichat better. It has a better ring. Also, it lets people know I always put my ladies first.”

“Is that so?” Marinette leans back, feeling herself grin with a challenge. “What if you were a power couple with Ladybug? What would your couple name be?”

“That’s easy, Chatbug.” He adds another marshmallow to the fire, holding it a little higher than the flames. “Short, simple, and to the point.”

“What happened to putting ladies first? There’s even a ‘Lady’ in her name!” Marinette laughs through a bite of her cookie sandwich. “What’s wrong with Ladynoir?”

Chat’s ears flatten against his head, and he hunches a little, his sweet catching flame again. “What’s wrong with Ladynoir?” Marinette repeats, softer this time and more concerned.

“Don’t get my hopes up, Princess.” Chat murmurs over the crackling fire. “It sounds too nice.” He watches the marshmallow burn and doesn’t try to blow it out. “Ladynoir sounds too good to be true, you know?” He shrugs, lifting the flaming skewer to gesture with his hands. The fire blows out in a moment. “It’s like a Nigerian prince scam. I’ll be robbed blind if I listen to it.”

“That’s not true.” Marinette tries to comfort him, but she’s unsure what to say. How can she tell him her heart has been wavering? How can she say that with every visit she finds her heart and her stutters moving to a different blonde-haired green-eyed boy? How can she say she’s Ladybug and Ladynoir might really be a thing?

Ugh. Even that doesn’t sound right to Marinette’s mind. Why does Ladybug get to have Chat Noir? Why can’t Marinette?

Reason bites back at her: You are Ladybug.

It’s a true statement, but it’s not Ladybug who’s sharing this moment. It’s not Ladybug that listens to Chat talk about anything and everything. It’s not the heroine that toasts marshmallows with her favorite feline on a rooftop. It’s not the moments Chat spends with Ladybug that wavers her heart; it’s time with Marinette.

Right now, she wants a different power couple to be a thing.

“For the record,” She starts, prepping another marshmallow for toasting, determined to make Chat the perfect cookie s’more. “I think Marichat is way better.”  


Also, I used Alya’s nickname for Marinette from the Gamer episode. I like it better than Mari because Mari = Husband in French.

Q. How you want Nu’est to be remembered?
JR: For me… when you are having a hard time, we were by your side. It’d be great if that’s what our name would mean to you.  I want to be remembered as people who were by your side when you were having a hard time.
Aron: As expected, words befitting a leader.
JR: Because… it’s really easy to share fun things, right?
Aron: You’re right, you’re right.
JR: But, the people who stay by you when you’re having a hard time, really… what is it, how do I explain it? They seriously become your strength.
Aron: You’re right.
JR: And I think that’s hard to do.
Aron: Yeah, it’s hard.
JR: That’s why I want to become a Nu’est who is by your side when you’re struggling.

trans by @luminous-point // jr and aron 7.30.17 LieV 

Junior (William Nylander)

Prompt: Hey, I love your writing and that’s why I was wondering if you could write a William Nylander imagine where you two randomly start talking about what you might name your kids and you tell him that you are not going to name them after him because that would be child abuse because it’s so long. Just a bunch of fluff, please.

William Nylander x Reader

Requested: yep

Includes: fluff

Originally posted by mapleleafstrash

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All Yours (Bucky x Pregnant!Reader)

Request: Hello love! Can you do a Bucky imagine where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he’s nervous and scared but once the baby comes he gets super protective over it or something alike to that?

Requested By: @callalilyiskewl 

Word Count: 902

Warnings: Pregnancy, bit of swearing.

A/N: Ahhhhh this is my first request! Thank you for requesting, @callalilyiskewl and thanks for the amazing request! Hope you liked it and requests for everything are still open!

Originally posted by enochianess

“Buck, are you okay?” You ask your husband. Usually, you wouldn’t drop your husband with news like this just out of the blue. But, alas, as he was about to go on a month-long mission, you figured that it was now or never to tell him the news: you were pregnant.

“Wha-? Oh yeah, sure. Just… are you sure?” He asks, looking up at you. You raised your eyebrow at him, wondering if he was joking.

“Of course I’m sure. I just wanted to tell you because you were going on that mission and-”

“Doll, it’s fine. It’s all good. I think. Just, what if I’m not a good father? What if I hurt the baby? Doll, I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you, let alone our child.” He chokes out, tears welling up in his eyes. Your heart nearly breaks at the sight of him.

Walking up to him, you wrap your arms around your husband who was sitting on the bed. You feel him bury his head in your chest, and you gently card your fingers through his hair. “James, you will be an amazing father. You will protect our baby no matter what, I know it. And I also know that the baby will love you no matter what,” You say, tilting his chin up to have his eyes meet yours. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he says with a small smile on his lips. You return the smile, and lean down to gently kiss him on the lips. You feel him sigh into the kiss, just as you feel his flesh hand press against your belly, making you smile against his lips.

“I’m just saying, if its a boy, name it Tony,” You roll your eyes at Tony, glancing at Bucky who just frowns a bit. Resting your hand against your growing belly, you feel a slight kick, causing you to smile.

“See! It wants to be called Tony! It kicked!” Tony exclaimed, making you roll your eyes even more. 

“Tony, if anything, the kid would be named after me,” Sam added with a cocky smile gracing his lips. At this remark, Bucky finally responded.

“Why the hell would I name my kid after you, bird-brain?” 

“Well why not, Robo-cop? Sam is a strong name, your kid would be glad to have my name!” Sam retorted, which inevitably started the bickering. Natasha, just walking in, sat down next to you.

“If it’s a girl, you’ll name it after me, right?” She asks, grinning at you. 

“Sure, sure. Just help me get up, will ya?” You ask, and she nods, helping you up. Now standing up, you look down at your growing belly, noticing how you can’t even see your feet anymore. Looking up, you now see that Steve and Clint have joined in the argument, leading you to shake your head. Your kid sure will have a weird family.

“BUCKY, GET THE HELL OVER HERE!” You scream, eyes twisted tight with the pains of contractions. 

“COMING!” Bucky yelled, running with your labor bag in hand and car keys in the other. He almost makes it to you before he trips over the boxes of baby items that you received from your shower. Scrambling back up, he grabs your hand with his metal one as he leads you to the car. Inside, he buckles you up and starts driving towards the hospital immediately. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your belly, you finally arrive. Leading you towards the check-in counter, he has a nurse help you up towards the room.

Lying in bed, your hand is clamped down tight onto his metal one, eyes screwed tight, as another contraction begins. 

“Bucky,” you ask, causing his eyes to flicker towards yours. “Distract me. Anything.”

“Um, okay, well, what name would you like our baby to have? If it’s a boy, I think Steven Samuel. If it’s a girl, I think Natalia Jane. What do you think?”

“I love them both. If it’s a boy, you would really name him after Sam?” You ask, quirking up an eyebrow. He just nods, about to respond when the doctor comes in.

“Okay, (Y/N), it’s time. Ready?” The doctor asks, and with one last look at Bucky, you nod.

“Everyone, meet Natalia Jane Barnes. Natalia, meet everyone,” Bucky announces, holding up his baby girl in his arms for everyone to see. Since she was delivered, he hasn’t put her down yet. Everyone made cooing noises at the newborn, and Nat flashes her eyes towards you. You see a few tears well up in her eyes. You knew that she has always wanted a child, but unable to have one, so having her new niece named after her surely had her emotional. You see her mouth a small thank you, and you just smile back.

“Wow, she’s a beauty, Buck. Obviously got her looks from (Y/N),” Steve jokes, causing Bucky to throw him a playful glare. 

“She is absolutely gorgeous. Better watch out, Bucky, she’ll have suitors lined up around the block,” Tony jokes, earning a real glare out of Bucky this time. Clutching his baby girl to his chest, he continues to glare at Tony.

“She’s too little. And she’s mine. No boy will be good enough for her. Or girl.” He huffs out, looking at you. You just smile weakly, nodding your head.

“Don’t worry, Buck. She’s all yours.”

The Tree

Pairing: Oliver x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1423

Tag(s): @visionsaroundyou

It was kind of hard to ignore the smell of pine, especially since you were in a maze of Christmas trees. And the local Christmas tree farm was loaded to the brim with people searching for last minute trees - including you. You hated to admit it, but you fell into the trap of the half priced trees guarantee on Christmas Eve, roping in every sucker in Star City to load into the car and race to get the best tree. You were one of the first people here, yet trees were disappearing left and right and you couldn’t find the perfect one for your apartment.

You watched the father of a small family dig a saw into the base of a tree for a moment before turning away, and that’s when you saw it. A small tree perfect for your apartment, considering it was only you this Christmas while the rest of your family stayed up in Central City. You made your way to it.

“Excuse me, sir,” you said when you bumped into an employee. “I found the tree I want, do you have a saw?”

“I don’t have one on me, but I can get you one shortly,” the man assured. “What’s the tree you want to cut down?” You turned towards the tree you saw earlier, but stopped when you already saw somebody preparing to cut it. You marched over there.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you demanded. “This is my tree, and I don’t appreciate you trying to take it right out from under my nose.”

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anyway, yeah, so. they hold hands a couple times