where have the days gone

Jungkook’s Affection

After hearing all the news today, I’m just so so sorry to anyone and everyone affected, I really hope everyone’s okay or will be okay and hopefully some fluff will cheer you up bc this is why I love fluff, it’s something to make your mood better, even if it’s only for a few minutes!! Now it’s time for the second half of the Busan line, our amazing maknae who was so fucking cute in the Home Party live, he’s always cute but that was just that was some good shit man how are all of the Jungkook stans doing, Jeon Jungkook aka kookie

  • Just a quick explanation of this since it’s pretty self explanatory, this is just gonna be a post about I think the boys would cuddle/hug, their PDA levels, etc.
  • Sweetest boyfriend
  • Who initiates the affection is a 50/50 chance, sometimes it’ll be him, sometimes it’s you but he’s actually pretty affectionate he’s a bit of a cuddle bug
  • Playful troublemaker
  • Teases you 25/8 in the most loving, playful way possible
  • It seems like the more comfortable he is with someone, the more he’ll tease them, like the boys have said that when they first met him he was so shy and now he’s forever imitating them and teasing them and it’s so obvious he loves them
  • Goes to tease you about being in love with him but then realizes he’s just as in love
  • “Lol someone has a crush”
  • “We’ve been together for three years”
  • Will make faces at you whenever you look at him
  • Asks you to tie his tie regardless of if he knows how to tie it or not, just so he can see how flustered you get when he’s so close and is acting all romantic
  • Will playfully lean away when you go to kiss him afterwards
  • Absolutely 100% will let you play with his hair and probably falls asleep when you do it
  • The boys/camera crew have documented it quite a few times but when he’s asleep, not much can disturb him
  • So you could very easily squish his cheeks, you could play with his hair, you could give him lil kisses on his cute face, you could cuddle up to him and take a nap with him that’s a r e a l l y good option bc he’s super warm
  • He’s s o ideal for cuddling don’t even get me started
  • He’s all broad and tall and probably so fucking warm and his cologne is probably amazing and cuddling him is just so pleasant
  • He’s a spooner for the main part, he’s definitely big spoon judging by his love for back hugs, also gotta mention the one Taekook moment in Bon Voyage where kook gets in Tae’s bunk and automatically lays on his side and puts his arm around him like that’s top quality spooning material
  • But he also really really loves it when you have your head on his chest bc he can play with your hair or rub your back or kiss your forehead 
  • The two are for sure the most common but there are certain days where he’d prefer to rest his head on your chest or just have you hold him really tight
  • Days where so many things have gone wrong, days where he’s either leaving for tour or just coming back, days where he just really really missed you, etc.
  • Also if you ask him to, he will be v v happy to sing you a song to help you fall asleep (just picture that for a moment)
  • Pillow talk is super playful but also really sweet??
  • Like he has his moments where he gets really close to your face and just makes a weird face to make you laugh but then he’ll kiss your nose really softly when you do laugh 
  • Tbh, making you laugh is one of his biggest goals in general, he loves making people laugh so seeing you laugh and smile and just be happy around him is one of his favorite things about the relationship
  • His hugs are equally as amazing
  • As I mentioned earlier, kook has such a love for back hugs and it’s so fucking cute
  • There are literally entire videos dedicated to kook and his back hugs, he loves them so much and I’m so here for that I mean his back hugs look amazing
  • Sometimes he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder or lay his head on it, sometimes he’ll sway the two of you all slow, sometimes he’ll wiggle you or play with your hands, it all depends on his mood 
  • But he’s also super okay with being back hugged, I mentioned it in Tae’s post but I gotta bring it back up here bc it’s so fucking precious, there have been a couple time where Tae has latched on kook and they just waddle around together
  • Will probably, at one point or another, hum the Titanic song while one of you is back hugging the other
  • He kinda always has that habit of putting his chin on your shoulder or on top of your head (if it’s at a comfortable reach and he doesn’t have to stretch too far) whenever he hugs you
  • He won’t say much during the longer hugs, he’ll just close his eyes and relax in your arms and he’ll get a lil smile when he notices you’re wearing the perfume/cologne he bought for you and it’s all very peaceful and relaxing and it’s one of those moments where you both feel really safe and warm and you wish those hugs could last forever
  • Also has a habit of leaning his arm on your shoulder whenever he stands next to you tbh, doesn’t matter if you’re shorter or taller (but he’s okay with you doing the same to him) if he doesn’t back hug you that is
  • Very soft kisses, always
  • In the beginning of the relationship, his kisses are a lot shier, a lot quicker a lot more “mission abort missION ABORT” but the longer you two are together, the more confident he gets with everything but especially kissing
  • The super quick, shy kisses that you can barely acknowledge before they’re over turn into sweet kisses that take your breath away and make your mind just go blank the entire time he’s kissing you
  • His kisses are always really sweet but they get more and more playful as he gets more comfortable with kissing you and some of them are purely to make you laugh
  • Like sometimes they’re super super quick and it’s mainly to annoy you but then to make up for it, he’ll kiss your cheeks and your nose and your forehead and just all over until you’re laughing
  • But then he has the sweet kisses that are s o so so so love filled and passionate bc he’s a passionate lil bun and he’s almost always cupping your face, if he isn’t, his hands are on your waist to pull you super close or they’re in your hair, one or the other
  • He loves initiating kisses when you least expect it bc he loves the moment of shock before you kiss back, he loves the playful scolding, he loves all of it but if you ever do it to him, he’s gonna get so flustered
  • He’s not gonna know what to do, he’s just gonna squirm around and resist the urge to scream or squeal until his heart calms back down and tbh, it’s pretty amusing to watch
  • Forehead kisses are frequent, they’re his favorite but he also loves nose kisses
  • Forehead kisses are more of his way of silently saying “I love you” or “hey you’re cute” whereas nose kisses are more of a “you haven’t smiled in a few minutes let’s change that”
  • He’s more likely to hold your hand rather than intertwine your fingers together (even though he’s got n o t h i n g against the latter) .
  • He loves being able to give your palm lil squeezes or rub circles into the back of your hand when you’re nervous (and vice versa he would really appreciate that)
  • He’s more of a hugger, more of arm over the shoulders type of person so hand holding isn’t the most common show of affection but it’s still v v loved and he’s not gonna complain if you wanna hold his hand 
  • His favorite thing to do (when you aren’t in motion) is to have one of your hands in both of his and to toy with your fingers
  • His hands would be so warm and so gentle with yours it’s just so 10/10
  • Onto PDA levels
  • He’s one of the more shy members when it comes to PDA, especially at first
  • It’ll also depend on where you two are, if you’re with the boys, it’s pretty much the exact same as being alone bc kook’s so beyond comfortable with all of them that they’re family to him 
  • But if he’s in public and the boys aren’t there, it’s gonna be restricted to hand holding or very basic PDA bc he’s a shy bun at times
  • Like kissing is definitely private, quick hugs are a maybe (an occasional arm over the shoulder or around the waist is okay though) hand holding is a yes, playing around and teasing each other is a yes
  • D e fi nitely has a couple item but it’d be something really subtle, like a matching pair of earrings (since we all know the boys loves him some piercings and I’m so fucking for it I can’t stress it enough I love his piercings so much) or matching phone backgrounds, things that are lil and easy to miss bc then it’s more of an inside thing
  • Side note, speaking of phone backgrounds, he’s the type of boyfriend that takes your phone when you aren’t looking and takes a bunch of selfies at all the weird angles and then sets them as the background after changing his contact name to something like “best boyfriend in the world” or “cool dude” with the fucking sunglasses emoji and then the smirking emoji bc he’s just he’s a meme sometimes and I love him for it but don’t let him near your phone unless you want a hundred photos of him trying to pull a double chin and another ten photos of his dog
  • Jungkook’s affection is very playful but loving (just like him) it’s constant, it’s almost always about making you laugh/smile bc that’s one of his favorites, especially when it’s caused by him
1D Hiatus: Day 540

* Louis teases his album on Twitter and sends us all into oblivion

* #LT1ISCOMING trends on Twitter

* Niall posts a picture on Instagram and a video on Snapchat

* Bebe Rexha retweets a fan’s tweet with a picture of Louis photoshopped into a picture of Bebe and her “squad”

* More pictures of Harry in Hawaii at his friend’s wedding come out

* Niall performs on BBC The One Show, meets fans outside the studios

It’s Jun 5th, 2017.


On this day a year ago: #175

some 14yo on tumblr dot com: QUEER IS A SLUR!!!!!

me, a weathered gay, staring out across a sea that once i called my mistress. i am wearing a thick coat; the collar is flipped up against the driving rain. i stand on a dock. the air is cold. a siren song of brine calls my name and where one spring day i might have gone, my hair is now as stormy and grey as the foam-topped waves, crashing their meager peaks upon a desolate shore. a pipe clenched tight beneath my teeth, the tobacco is long-dampened under the oppressive wet and weight of this mid-winter storm. i squint at the horizon, perhaps imagining a long-lost ship that might yet return to shore: Fuck Off Thanks

Sam's heaven

(A/N): So I really miss writing supernatural and I had just watched the dark side of the moon and I wanted to write a lil something about it 

Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in heaven, forced to relive their memories but what they both see is not what they expected 

 Warnings: angst? Swearing, that’s it :) 


Originally posted by adaav

   Dean and Sam were trapped in heaven; no big deal, they just had to avoid any and all angels, traverse through their best moments, and make it back home. That wasn’t too hard, was it?


    Dean’s memories had all been of family, of a time much happier than the one now. Even Sam couldn’t help the small smile that remained on his face as he watched Dean interact with people from his past; Like their own mother Watching Dean with his mom pulled at Sam’s heart strings; he wondered if they had lived a normal life if maybe he would’ve been dressed up in small flannel and horrendously ugly t-shirts, maybe he’d have had the crusts cut off of his pb&j, maybe he would have actually had a nice, functioning family. But that’s not the way it played out and he was stupid to hope for such a thing anyways. 


   Everything had been smooth until they reached sam’s memories; his best moments. There was one with his dog, only weeks after he left John and Dean, there was another on thanksgiving with a family that had been much kinder to him than his own, but the ones that really stuck with him were the ones with (Y/N). They had been his significant other since the day he left John, not really, but that was the day he met them. He’d gone to a diner, plopped down and ordered himself the most expensive burger he could, he deserved to celebrate after all. 

    “Looks like something’s got Mr. Sasquatch down,” His waiter- (Y/N)- smiled at him softly. “You okay?” Sam’s nose crinkled a bit as he looked at the menu. Did they- had they just asked if he was okay? No one ever cared enough about him to ask if he was okay. This person had even noticed that he wasn’t feeling okay and they asked him about it.

    “Uh yeah- just a bit of a hard day really,” (Y/N) smiled as they set their little notepad down, instead taking a seat right across from Sam. 

   "Wanna tell me about it? I’ll even buy your food for you,“ No one had ever been that kind to Sam, no one but (Y/N). It felt nice to finally have someone care, even if it was just a stranger. So that day Sam poured his heart and soul into his conversation with (Y/N), telling them all about his shitty childhood, about his father, about dean. For hours he talked with them and during some point the conversation had drifted from his past to other things, things like law school, art, nature, even animals. Not once in his life had Sam felt so comfortable around someone, (Y/N) was different like that and Sam absolutely loved it. But for now that wasn’t the memory he was reliving, in fact, it was a memory from months after they first met. 

    "Who the hell is that?” Dean whispered as he watched the memory unfold. 

   It dark outside, but the stars above seemed to illuminate everything splendidly. It was a large field, much like the one from Dean’s memory and in the middle of it was (Y/N). Sam’s throat choked up a bit as he looked at them, at their curious eyes, and beautiful smile. 

   "Sam, the hell is this?“ But Sam wasn’t listening, he was too focused on (Y/N). "Sam- Sammy, the hell are you doing?” Dean whispered as Sam walked forward, completely ignoring his brother. He was almost dazed really to see (Y/N) after all this time, even if it was just his own memory. 

   "Sorry I’m late,“ Sam breathes out as he sits down beside (Y/N), still in awe over how beautiful they looked. "I got lost on the way here,” (Y/N) smiled and laughed softly, their nose crinkling in a way that had his heart aching. 

   "It’s okay, you’re actually right on time,“ (Y/N) pointed to the sky, directing Sam’s gaze upwards. Above them millions of stars shined brightly, creating a sight too beautiful for words.

    It was their annual date night (every Friday to be exact) but rather than stay inside and watch some shitty tv shows (as per they usually did. They were poor college students after all) (Y/N) had hauled Sam along to watch the stars; They had always been a bit of an astronomy geek so they were more than excited to show Sam the starry sky.

    "Isn’t it beautiful?” (Y/N) asked softly as they looked to the sky in awe, their eyes twinkling so brightly that Sam wanted to cry. 

   "Yeah,“ Sam nodded as he stared at them. "It sure is," 


    "Who the hell was that?” Dean asked as they traveled along, coming to Sam’s next memory. 

   "I dated them in college,“ Sam Shrugs a bit. "Just a fling really," 

   "That sure as hell didn’t look like a fling,” Dean scrutinized as he glared at Sam, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “We’re you in love?" 

   "Dean-” Sam sighed as he smiled just a bit. “I’m telling you, it was nothing," 

   "Uh huh,” Dean clicked his tongue as they walked along. “I’m sure," 

  "I promise you, it was nothing-" 

   "Sam!” Sam was interrupted by yet another memory and by no surprise it was another one involving (Y/N). 

   They pounced upon him like cat, pulling him into a nearly bonecrushing hug. 

   "I was so worried, where have you been?“ Sam had gone away for a day or two, just for a little getaway from Stamford. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going and he stupidly left his phone at home. He wouldn’t need to contact anyone, he knew how to fend for himself after all. It was such a peaceful trip that Sam honestly didn’t even think about the consequences that was until (Y/N) was cupping his cheeks and staring at him with tear filled eyes. 

   "I’m sorry (Y/N),” Sam whispers, his heart clenching as he stared at (Y/N). Even after all these years seeing their expression still hurt him, seeing their worried face and pained eyes still had the same reaction as it did years ago. “I was jus out on a trip, I didn’t think to tell anyone,”

    “You fucking idiot,” (Y/N) chides although their watery chuckled completely betrayed their words. “I was so fucking scared, I was damn near close to calling the police. God- fuck you you fucking prick.” Without any warning (Y/N) leaned in, connecting their lips to Sam’s. It was their first kiss and god it had been amazing. (Y/N)’s lips felt absolutely perfect against Sam’s and if he could he’d have let them linger there all day but there was something pulling him away, forcing their lips apart. 

   "I love you (Y/N),“ Sam spews, like word vomit that he simply could not control. "I love you so much,” It was the first time he’d ever admitted to loving someone. He hadn’t even ever told his father or brother that he directly loved them, (Y/N) was a first. Sam’s breath was shaky as he looked at (Y/N), his heart pounding wildly just as it had the day he said those three words to them for real.

    “I love you too Sammy,” (Y/N) sobbed happily as they threw their arms around his neck (or at least the best they could). “I love you so fucking much,” Sam sighed again as he wrapped his arms around their waist, tugging them impossibly closer to him. His scruffy face nuzzled into their neck and he couldn’t help it when his own soft little cry fell from his lips. God- he missed (Y/N) so much, more than anyone ever; he’d give anything to be back there, back in their arms, safe and happy, oblivious to the evil around him- 

    “Sam.” Sean’s voice is softer now than it was the first time. “Sam c'mon on, we gotta go,” Sam didnt want to leave, he couldn’t leave (Y/N) a second time but he knew he had to. So with the utmost reluctancy Sam let go, letting Dean drag him away from the best thing to ever happen to him. 


   Now they were walking down a lonely stretch of road, different from either one of their memories. The air felt heavy, depressed really, so much so that it was nearly impossible for Sam to breathe, or perhaps those were the tears building behind his eyes that were making functioning so hard. 

   "So what happened to them?“ Dean asks softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Sam sighs as he walks on, heart heavier than it had been in a long time.

    "After a run in with a ghost I decided that it was too dangerous, the whole together thing." 

   "So you left them?" 

   "Yep, left them heartbroken too.”

   "I’d imagine so, seems like you two were really close.“

    "Yeah,” Sam sighs as he looks behind him, back at his happiest memories, or at least where they used to be, for now it was just the same never ending stretch of road. 

   "So- did you really love them?“ Dean knew he was treading on thin ice but he was curious, mighty curious.

    "Yes,” Sam nods, looking down at the water covered asphalt to avoid looking at anything else. “More than anything in this world," 

    "Y'know…if we ever get out of here you should give them call, get some closure.” Sam chuckles dryly, a harsh sound that hurt his throat.

    “They probably hate me now or some shit.”

    “Never too late to try,” Dean smiled softly as he walked on, down the endless stretch of highway that only seemed to get longer as they walked. Yeah…maybe Sam would give them a call if he ever got out. That was his motivation now, a phone call to (Y/N) if he survived.


    Sam sighed as he picked up his phone, eyeing the small thing warily.

    “Come on man,” Dean said trough a mouth of food. “You promised yourself," 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Sam dials in their number, or the number they had previously used years ago. “I know,” He stared at the numbers hesitantly, his heart racing uncontrollably. This was it. If no one answered that would be it, that’s the last time he’d ever try to contact (Y/N). 

  So with a shaking hand Sam pressed call, waiting for some message stating that the number was now disconnected or something but to Sam’s surprise the thing actually began to ring. The number was still up and running, that meant either (Y/N) hadn’t ever changed their number or someone else was now using it. 

   Sam gulped as it continued to ring again and again and again, it was almost to the last ring when it suddenly stopped, meaning that someone had finally picked up.

    “Hello?”

    “Hi, uh (Y/N)? This is Sam Winchester-”

anonymous asked:

What about asking Harry to make love to you. Not as a first time or as a virgin but after you've been together for a while and you just want to feel close to him cause you've had a bad day or something like that?

Maybe you’ve had one of those days where things have gone wrong. Long and bad and making you want to go back home and crawl under the covers and pay no mind to anything nor anyone; not even Harry.

You overslept that morning, you had no warm water to shower with before getting ready, you cut your leg whilst shaving and slipped into an odd and aching position in the shower, you spilt hot water over yourself whilst making a cup of tea and then you were late to work because workers had decided that roadworks needed to be done on the motorway. You hadn’t slept much so you were agitated, you were frustrated by those who came into your path and lunch was just a mess and you barely had time to eat before you were pushed into more meetings with more paperwork being piled up on your desk. 

It’s when it begins to rain, and thunder and darken in the atmosphere, that you break down and feel yourself melt into a puddle of despair. Tears in your eyes as people offer to take you home, or suggesting they drop you off somewhere close so you can find someone to pick you up, or willing to wait with you until someone came to collect you so that you weren’t waiting alone in the pouring weather. But, you declined every offer because you just wanted alone time. Time to yourself to wallow in self-pity. Your phone cradled between your shoulder and your ear, muttering to Harry about how you didn’t want to do anything in terms of getting home and just accepting his worrisome murmurs about how he was on his way and that you just needed to find shelter until he arrived.

And it’s not long until Harry’s there.

With an extra jumper in his car for you to slip on over your wet shirt and the heat pumped up and filtering through the car, warming up your cold cheeks and letting you snuggle down in the front passenger. His hand resting on your knee the entire journey back to his house, where he rushes you inside and takes you upstairs, peeling off your wet clothes and pushing them into his overflowing laundry basket in his bathroom. Pushing you into the shower and promising that you can take as long as you wanted in there, that he would order a pizza for dinner and set up some comfy clothes of his on the bed.

“Holler if you need me, okay? Just shout out my name. Your shower gel and shampoos are on the top shelf in the shower. You can just use my flannel to wash your face. Uh, towels are where they normally are and I’ll set some warm clothes out for you on the bed,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and inhaling the rain that clung to your hair, “you’re okay, yeah? Do you want me to stay?”

“No,” you whisper, sniffling softly as you look up at him, “thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, love. Yeh my girlfriend. I’ll drop everythin’ to come and get yeh,” he coos, sending you the warmest and most gentlest smile he could muster, with the sweetest green eyes looking down.

You ask him to make love to you when the pizza boxes are empty and the telly decided to switch itself off due to a power outage taking over London during the stormy weather. When candles were lit and giving his bedroom the sweetest scent as you snuggle deeply under his duvet, the gentle flicker of the candles making you feel sweet and homely and protected by the safe environment. His figure sprawled out on his side, atop of the duvet, dressed in boxers because he found clothes to be a little uncomfortable to snooze in, with his feet crossed and his toes curling every time he stretched, with his head propped up with an arm as he faces you. A gentle look on his face that was overtaken with shadows casting on his skin.

“You feelin’ okay now? All good? Fed and watered?”

“Mm-hm. Thank you,” you whisper softly, afraid that if you spoke too loudly, you’d shatter the delicate atmosphere, “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we, uh,” you pause softly, ducking further under the sheets to cover your blushing cheeks. Disappearing beneath the white duvet and whining softly when he chuckles and tries to pull the comforter from your head. “Can we make love? Like, take things slow and really let things roll?”

And when he falls silent, you gulp thickly and peek an eye out. Noticing the smallest of smiles on his face as he uses his foot to push off the empty pizza boxes that toward at the end of the mattress. Soft thuds being heard as the crusts inside came into contact with lid, a giggle leaving you as he hitches a leg over your body and straddles you. Fists grasping at the comforter as he tugs it from you.

“Can’t make love to yeh if you’re buried under my covers now. Show me yeh pretty face, love. Come on now,” he coos, using his chin to move the duvet and nudging his nose into your hair, “s’only me. S’just me. Made love to you plenty. Don’t have to be shy about askin’ me, silly girl.” xx

infinitelystrangemachinex  asked:

YOU CAN CHOOSE: SS B-side, either how the rest of the flower-fight went, or what would have happened if Shirayuki hadn't flinched. (Or, I guess, BOTH??)

For as long as she lives, she might never be free of the sight of him crawling up her, over her, moving with almost predatory purpose –

Prey have two instincts: fight or flight. For a moment she is both; she is slow down as well as yes please, and they churn over and over in an endless moment, until –

She doesn’t flinch.

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Elijah Mikaelson - Let’s Get Married

Elijah knows you are the love of his life and you know he is yours. So, one day, Elijah asks you to meet him somewhere you both hold close to your heart so you can discuss something. You certainly weren’t expecting him to ask you to marry him.

Elijah x Reader

Request by @omgopalsapphire 

Using the prompt: 23) “Let’s get married.” (from my Prompt List)

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dear arohas

A huge part of you is in awe.

You look at these six boys and wonder, for days and weeks and months, how six boys could mean so much to you in less than a year. You, who has been there since their days of being confined to just the training rooms, and you, who stayed through the cringe-worthy episodes of To Be Continued (and Clap Clap). You’ve been there by their sides during the most important time of their lives and still loved them for all their cheek and socks over jeans. You loved them all the same.

And even if you weren’t there before, even if you had stumbled across these six boys without meaning to on a random, beautiful day, even if you decided to love them midway through their Summer Vibes or Confession eras, you are here, and that is all that matters.

You wonder how it happened and why it did. Idly, you think that the reason you love them so much is probably because of the way they just are. You love them for how they’re just happy to be able to do what they love, and you love them because they’re just– themselves. They are not afraid to be themselves.

Then you backtrack and realise you don’t really need a reason, do you? You just do. That is all that matters.

Three years, five years, ten years from now, you’ll still be here. You’ll look back at the first time you met these six boys and wonder where the days have gone, and then you’ll look forward to the days that wait for you both. You will still be here, and they will always be here for you, too.

Nothing could ever be quite as wonderful.

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Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Carlie: I HATE IT! I FEEL HORRIBLE ALL THE TIME AND I KEEP CRAVING CHEESECAKE AND CHEETOS!
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.

people always joke about not having any friends. 

but they have people to sit with at lunch every day. they have people who will wonder where they’ve gone when they don’t show up to school, who will text them and make sure they’re alright.

there are people out there who don’t have that. people who wander from group to group instead of sitting down and eating because they don’t have someone to eat with.

people who just want someone to care about them, but the one person they think will doesn't even notice they’re gone.

I just want someone to care about me. someone to call me and make sure I’m okay. someone that I can tell my secrets to, knowing that they’ll try to make me feel better instead of just leaving. someone to hate the people I hate, to support me when I need it.

someone to be my best friend.

—  j.f.h /// I wish I had one
pastry prince | wen junhui

sorry for the lack of activity from me because I’ve been writing but not posting it ?? oh well I’m really into the prince AU and I’m gonna post a soulmate AU soon which I’m excited for. If you guys do like the prince AU’s could you leave something in our ask box for a member you want next? That would be great.

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Wen Junhui, a fairly well known prince across the lands. With his charm, good looks, and his ability to run a kingdom makes all the men and women swoon over him. Like any other prince in the nearby kingdoms he can be quite oblivious about people and his surroundings, but it wasn’t entirely his fault. As it drew closer to his coronation day for when he becomes the king he has been stressed with his duties he must fulfill. At times he is perceived as harsh and cold only because of his feeling of being overwhelmed.

As a child and even now he enjoys either being outside, resting, or eating to feel less overwhelmed. Often times he would ask the bakers in the royal kitchen to make him pastries and they comply because even the staff doesn’t like seeing Jun overwhelmed and it was also their job to do so.

He sat at a desk in one of the empty rooms and his hand started to ache after countless hours of writing. Prince Jun rested an elbow in the desk as he leaned his hand on his palm. A loud sigh escaped his mouth as his head slipped from his palm and hit the desk with his forehead.

“Are you alright, Your Highness?” Startled from the sudden voice he quickly stood to his feet and looked at the door way.

You stood there with a concerned look as you held proper posture. By the way you were heavily breathing he assumed you ran to him, which was what you did. Jun’s eyes grew unnoticeably wide as he saw your figure. He had never seen you around the palace before and and this was your first encounter with the prince. You slightly bow and return to your normal posture. “Is there anything I could help you with, Your Highness?” You asked a second time.

At this moment he had a million thoughts that rushed to his head that all pertained to you. He was curious to who you were, why he hadn’t seen you before, and how could one being be so stunning. “W-what’s your name?” Jun blurted out without answering your question.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” You replied in a proper tone. He takes a few quick seconds to scan your figure to understand what was your occupation in the palace. The first thing he assumed was that you were one of the bakers that worked in the royal kitchen. Jun sat in his chair and turned his attention to his work.

“Prepare a batch of muffins and bring them to me once finished.” He commanded in a lower tone than the tone that asked you for your name. You raised your eyebrows and blinked your eyes multiple times.

“Pardon me, sir?” You responded. Jun realized the harshness of his command and turns to face you.

“I didn’t mean to sound like a brat. You’re one of the royal bakers and usually different foods help with relieving stress so I wanted to ask if you could please make-” You interrupted him mid-sentence with a bow.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll make them now.” You escorted yourself out of the room, but his eyes followed you with each step you took. To simply put it; he was mesmerized. With each word that you spoke to the way you had proper etiquette made you stand out from other royal staff members and even other men and women in the kingdom. Jun continued to stare at the doorway awaiting your arrival and neglecting his work.

As for you, your feet were walking at a quick pace towards the kitchen and ordered the chefs to make what the prince requested. Without a moment to spare the other bakers in the kitchen prepared and made at a rapid pace. Once finished you returned to where Jun was and entered the room. His eyes averted their gaze as you entered the room, once again focusing on the work he had.

Everyday after that encounter he always asked for you to bake him something whether it be small pastries for when he’s working on something stressful or a small plate of cookies when he tends to his private garden. Jun would use it as an excuse to see you as often as he could. Whenever you walked in the doors his mood would immediately brighten and you could see it, but never questioned it.

Jun would try to convince you to stay with him and enjoy the cakes or cookies you would bring. Many times you’re too busy with other duties in the castle, but the times you did stay with him made Jun the happiest. The two of you, without other staff members knowing, would just talk for hours about the smallest things. He would say the most funniest and weirdest things just to see you laugh and for you to stay a bit longer.

This lasted everyday for weeks, even months and it made him the happiest person in the world. Then out of the blue you stopped coming. You didn’t bring him the pastries he wanted and he could see the face that made his day better. Everyday he wondered where you could have gone.

‘Did Y/N get fired?’

‘Is Y/N just busy baking for the castle?’

‘Does Y/N not want to see me anymore?’

A million thoughts ran through his head. He was worried that you didn’t like him and didn’t want to see him or that you were kicked out of the castle. So many scenarios came to his head throughout the day to the point where it was affecting how he slept. He couldn’t take it anymore and decided to go search for you.

The handsome prince ran to each room searching high and low for any trace of you. He looked in the library and the private gardens where the two of you would talk for hours. As he sprinted down the hallway he ran into one of the chefs of the castle who was startled at first.

“You know all the people who work in the kitchen, right?” Jun asked the chef feeling out of breath.

The chef nodded his head. “Yes I do, your majesty.”

Jun sighed in relief. “Then do you know Y/N, one of the bakers?” The chef tilted his head in confusion. Jun described everything about you; the way you dress, your physical appearance, and your wonderful personality. He would ramble on about you and the chef found it amusing yet charming.

“I think you are mistaken.” The chef interrupted him. The prince stared at him in a confused way because of his bold statement. “Y/N isn’t a baker here in the castle. Try near the armory.”

The prince stared at the chef blankly and processed what he heard. He bowed slightly and sprinted to where he suggested; the armory. Jun ran out of the front of the castle and slowed down his pace as he approached the armory. The sound of grunting and swords clashing together was all around. He turned the corner and his eyes widened.

The first thing he laid his eyes was you. The image of you with messy hair and dirt covered pants was all he saw, as well as the silver sword that was in your hand. You were practicing sword techniques with one of the other royal guards in preparation for a battle.

A smiled appeared on his face when he finally saw you after months without contact. The prince approached you, but kept his head down so not many others would recognize him. Your practice session ended and he quickly made his way to you. Just as you were about to leave he reached out to your arm and pulled you away.

You were confused to who was dragging you until you realized it was the prince. You followed his quick pace around the corner of the armory where no one else saw the two of you. Once he let go of your arm you were about to ask what was wrong with him, but you didn’t have the chance.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Jun cupping your face with his hands and kissed you softly on the lips. You stayed neutral, though inside you felt like melting where you stood. You kissed him back slightly enjoying this brief, but sweet moment.

Jun pulled away and grabbed a hold of both of your shoulders, looking you in the eye. “Where the hell have you been, Y/N?” He asked worryingly. “Out of the blue you stopped showing up and I couldn’t find you anywhere. I thought you were fired, or you just didn’t want to see me.”

You sighed and looked down. “I’m sorry that I left without saying anything. I had other duties that I needed to focus on-”

“And why did you lie about being a baker?” You stood there frozen for a moment and tried to avoid eye contact. “I know that you aren’t a baker. Who are you?”

You sighed and look back at Jun. “Yes, you are right. I’m not one of the royal bakers, but I was surprised that you didn’t know who I was.” Jun tilted his head in confusion and blinked his eyes a couple times. “I’m one of the two marshals in your kingdom’s military.” Jun’s eyes grew wide as he stared at you confused.

“So why didnt you tell me? Why did you come everyday with pastries even if you weren’t a baker?”

Your sad expression quickly turned to a soft smile. “You assumed I was one the first time I met you and I was going to correct you, but you looked so stressed that I just followed along. I saw how happy you were every time I brought a muffin or cookies or a small cake, and it made me happy as well.” The prince looked at you with a soft expression.

Jun stared at you for another moment and pulled you close to his chest. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I was so worried. I was concerned if you were fired. I was nervous that you were purposefully avoiding me. Don’t go again, please.”

You nodded again and wrapped your arms around the prince. “I promise. I’m not going to leave you.”

Swindle (Jeonghan)

genre: fluff, humor

word count: 1,136

summary:  “two people meet on a street corner in new york city” – a prompt from a friend

note: what is this? i don’t know. needed to write something to get back into the swing of things ;-;

edit: here’s a companion piece with joshua – sacrament

You had lived in the city for a year now, and you still weren’t used to how the millions of people crowded on such a small island off the East Coast could walk about as if they were the only ones who mattered. 

It wasn’t that you hated city folk – in fact, many of the people who you stopped for directions when you first moved here were even happy to escort you to your destination. You figured that New Yorkers weren’t inherently rude or mean; unlike the stereotypes, you found them to be a rather passive bunch. They would pretend to be asleep or absorbed in their phones when a panhandler recited sob stories on the subway, or hurry past loud arguments spotlighted by neon signs in front of packed bars. New Yorkers had to be asked directly for them to act, and growing up in a small town in the South, it was a far cry from the etiquette that you were used to.

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anonymous asked:

Stiles has been having a particularly bad day where nothing has gone right. He's clumsier than usual and he's so snide to his friends that by the end of the day no one will talk to him. He's managed to almost seriously injure himself several times. When Lydia comes by later that night for dinner, having forgiven him, Stiles asks the question that's been on his mind for a while. Why does she love him?

  Thanks so much for the prompt!!!

             The entire pack has noticed Stiles making more snide remarks than usual that day, some of them extremely bitter. Scott shot his best friend many warning looks, but Stiles just continued on, driving everyone insane. Of course, it just so happened that the pack is heading to investigate some strange symbols in the forest that night, and Stiles has to tag along.

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L is such a pissbaby like. This is two months past L and Light fighting. Two months past Light telling L to suck it up and get back in gear. L is still facing away from any investigation material. Light is still like ‘I am soooo sorry to interrupt your important task of being motivationless’. Implying this is really all L has been doing tWO ENTIRE MONTHS.

And then Light asks him to come over for a second and he makes that face. Look at that fucking 'ugh why do I need to move’ face. 
This man is literally insulted to have to participate in his own fucking investigation. 'How dare you make me do this thing which is my job.’
THANKS L?!

Today marks 2 months of recovery

I need to do a bit of reflecting on the past couple of days because they’ve been a struggle but I need to figure it out to keep moving forwards.

So I purged twice on the weekend. This is the second “slip up” I’ve had since I started my recovery in March, but the difference is that the first time I picked myself back up straight away and got on with it. This time picking myself up has proven to be more difficult. I think that the first time I was still thriving on motivation and if anything that one slip up made me even more determined to not use behaviours again, so this time my hope has been hindered. For the past couple of days I’ve been stuck in a mindset of “What’s the point in recovery? It’s clearly not working and won’t make anything better…” and all that crap which I know is untrue.

I fell into a bit of a restrictive mindset over Monday and Tuesday because in all honesty I was afraid that if I ate I would have to purge. Food has been getting more difficult lately and bulimia has been piping up and sticking its nose in left right and centre. Yesterday I told myself that I *had* to skip breakfast and morning snack to make up for the “amount that I’ve been eating lately” even though the amount I’ve been eating is NORMAL. I don’t know why I ever listen to bulimia because I know that it’s nothing but a liar and manipulator. I got to school and had a drama mock which didn’t go very well because I couldn’t concentrate, I was freezing, shaking, etc. and I refused to admit to myself that it was because I hadn’t eaten enough. I knew that I was walking on a very fine line between recovery and relapse and this is the point where I have to decide which I want. I either keep pushing through with recovery or I let myself keep slipping.

I told my drama teacher that I’d slipped up *again* and she gave me the kick up the ass that I needed. She made me a bowl of porridge and I sat in her classroom and ate it and although I ate breakfast 4 hours later than usual, I ate breakfast and I didn’t purge. Something she said to me that stuck was “Even if you take 5 steps forwards and 1 step back, you’re still 4 steps ahead of where you started. Focus on how far you’ve come.” It’s SO easy to let the negatives take over. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve achieved more than I ever thought was possible and I can’t let all of that go to waste because of, what, one bad day? I can’t pretend that for 2 months before this I haven’t managed to eat 3 proper meals without purging *almost* every single day. Bulimia telling me that “I can’t do this” is a pile of bullshit because I’ve proved to myself that I can. Like I said, these past couple of days I’ve been walking the line when recovery and relapse. I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t been drawing up relapse plans in my head and thinking about how much happier I would be if I lost “just a bit” more weight but I know that as long as I live by Bulimia’s rules I will not be happy at all.

The thing is, I know that things ARE going to get better because I’ve been in a place where they are. I’ve been in a place where I have gone days and weeks at a time without using behaviours and honestly it was the best I’ve felt in years. My eating disorder won’t make me happy. It isn’t there to comfort me or be my friend or get me through the hard times. My exams start next week and I’m so scared of failing but how on earth am I supposed to pass if I can’t think straight because I haven’t eaten? Part of the reason I’m not prepared for my exams is because I honestly didn’t think I’d be here to sit them so for most of the year I didn’t do any work because I didn’t care. I thought I’d either be dead or out of school by then because the only thing I cared about was hurting myself. But, I’m here now. I’m here and my exams start next week and I have a shot. If I can sit my exams and scrape passes I will be able to continue sixth form with the rest of my year group and tie up the loose ends or resit exams next year if needs be, but if I don’t eat then I will definitely fail.

Relapse isn’t going to give me anything. From recovery I’ve gained the ability to go to school, go out with my friends, my family’s trust, eat foods I haven’t eaten in years, I’ve laughed a lot, gone to concerts, performed, made progress with my driving lessons, written copious amounts of essays as an attempt to catch up and I’ve walked to school by myself without doing something destructive. Over the past few days that my eating disorder has piped up I have been miserable and cold and lost my motivation. Why would I want to live like this? I skimped on breakfast this morning but I just made up for it by having two pieces of toast with butter and I’m gonna do everything I can to eat properly for the rest of the day. My head constantly swimming in calories and numbers and nutritional info is exhausting and these thoughts are one thing that haven’t changed a bit in the past 2 months, but they definitely won’t go away unless I keep challenging them. I have to keep separating myself from my eating disorder and do what I need to do to have a life worth living.

Split Love

Requests: “Hi! I love your blog omg ❤️ I was wondering if you could do a request where you and Kai have been in the 1994 prism world and you’re close but Kai is in love with you secretly and always flirts and stuff, and Kol mikaelson is out in the prison world and flirts with you once you meet him and you like him beak and Kai is jealous and obsessive?”

Day fourteen for you, marking two weeks since you were sent to the Prison World with Kai. Things had gotten weird around there lately. Even though Kai had been there for a few months before you, he had grown used to your company. Probably happy somebody would talk to him and actually pay attention to him. He had started making you breakfast, and smiling from across the room, being by your side if he thought anything was wrong. 

It was weird, considering how he was rude the first day you were there, but then was suddenly polite. Maybe it was because he realized you were a lover and not a fighter. 

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