which would be a dream come true

THE SIGNS AS ICONIC QUOTES
  • Aries: I'm smarter than I look... *grabs boobs* DO YOU CALL THIS IMMATURE?!
  • Taurus: I don't want to be here. I want to be in a spa being fed a nice taco... Preferably chicken.
  • Gemini: She better not steal my thunder or I will literally punch her in the face.
  • Cancer: I respect you for shoveling the poopy. I do. I really, really do. It takes a lot of courage and a really blind sense of smell to shovel that poopy. But I had a really serious hand situation, and I just couldn't shovel that poop.
  • Leo: My heart is golden, but my vageen is platinum.
  • Virgo: I'm a good person... I'm not just saying that.
  • Libra: I feel like I'm not being myself, but I'm trying really hard to be myself, but because I'm trying so hard to be myself it's making me even more not myself.
  • Scorpio: I'm a corn husk; you gotta pull all the layers back, and in the middle is this luxury, yellow corn with all these pellets of information. And it's juicy, and buttery. You want to get to that corn.
  • Sagittarius: I didn't go into this photo shoot with no clothes. I was daring enough to actually have clothes, then take them off.
  • Capricorn: I'm really pissed. She re-interrupted me, which I think is very rude. I interrupted Taylor and she re-interrupted me.
  • Aquarius: Today was just a dream come true. I stepped out of my comfort zone, many times and angles. Dad would be proud, even though I was naked.
  • Pisces: I didn't mean to offend anyone by taking that nap... Michael Jordan took naps. Abraham Lincoln took naps. And I'm in trouble for napping?!

anonymous asked:

AU where Faramir went to Rivendell instead of Boromir?

  • Everything turns out okay.
  • That sounds flippant but imagine Denethor sending the right son to do the right job.
  • Faramir goes to the cool green glade of Elrond, where he speaks of dreams and waves, and the elves whisper that the blood of Numenor runs true in the House of Hurin; Boromir spends his time riding like hell between Ithilien and Osgiliath, speaking with men around smoky fires, embracing his captains and saying to them, take heart, gather your strength, these are the times which test a man’s soul and lift it to glory, but we will see dawn come, we will keep Gondor free.
  • Though they are cut from different cloth, this is something Boromir and Faramir have always shared–they are men deserving of leadership, they would be followed under the shadow of the East. Boromir aches for every one of his countrymen cut down, screams his defiance to the orc armies and rallies his arms; Faramir listens to the words of wisdom Aragorn offers, is gentle and kindly with the hobbits, greets Legolas in his mother tongue, offers Master Gimli praise.
  • Wandering with the Fellowship below the empty sky, Faramir looks up at Maethor, the Warrior constellation, and thinks of his brother, prays that he is well, that he is safe, that he is still a little pompous, stilted, honest.
  • Boromir spends another sleepless night playing with the chain at his neck, the small portraits of his mother and brother. (I cannot lose you too, I cannot–come back hale and whole, come back angry and proud and cunning and defiant of our father–)
  • Faramir has never known the weight of all Gondor on his shoulders, and so is not tempted by the power the Ring offers.
  • Boromir has always known the love of his father, and so never bears the scorn of Denethor when Osgiliath must be abandoned as too tenuous a position to hold.
  • The day that Faramir comes striding into the Citadel, a child and wizard at his heels, Boromir cries out with joy as he has not for more years than counting, and they nearly bruise one another with their embrace.
  • “You are almost skeletal, little brother,” Boromir laughs, though it is not true–Faramir looks touched with strangeness and greatness, as one whom the Witch-Queen of Lorien found favor in, whose nobility of form and face had ensnared the heart of the White Princess of Rohan.
  • “And you look at least two-stone heavier, elder brother,” Faramir says, though it is false, Boromir is hollowed out and worn thin, deep shadows beneath his eyes and hunger-starved cheeks; in a glance, Faramir knows he neither eats nor sleeps nor laughs, nor feels–and Faramir, wiser and older than when he left, can see the weight his brother has always carried, and how lightly–all the stone of Minas Tirith on his shoulders, and still–
  • “I have missed you, little brother.”
  • “And I you, elder brother.”
BTS reaction to you saying “I love you” for the first time

anon:Hey!!!!! Can I please request the boys reaction to you saying “I love you” for the first time        


Jin

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jin was in the kitchen preparing some snacks for your movie night. You came and back hug him saying “I love you” kissing softly his backs. He would turn back to you, wink and give you a quick kiss and then back to this what he was doing. He feels very happy that you said that. For the rest of the night smile wouldn’t disappear from his face.

“You finnaly said it.  Maybe you wanna say it again? I love when you are saying it.”

Yoongi

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

At first he may think that he hear it bad. He ask you to repeat and when he make sure that you said this 3 words his gummy smile will show. I feel like Yoongi is not a person which would be showing you his feelings, like Tae or Hobi but this time he would do his best and make aegyo and pull you in tight hug.

“I love you too. A lot. The most in the world.”

Hoseok

Originally posted by jjks

He was waiting for it eternity. When you told him “I love you” in the most cutest way how you can he would be drama queen. Acting heart attact and would be satisfied that he made you laught. Hobi would give you a kiss and feeling like his dreams come true.

“Your Hobi loves you too, Y/n!”

Namjoon

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

you’re Jungkookie

“Listen, I love you and I’m getting worried about you”- you said to him when he spend 8 hour in row in his studio working. Namjoon turn to you with smile in his face. He would stand up, kiss you passionately, take your hand and leave work to spend more time with you because he don’t want you to be worried.

“You do love me huh? Same- I love you. Lets go for a walk, how about that?”

Jimin

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

He really wanted to hear that you loved him but he won’t crowd you. Jimin would patiently wait for it. When you said it, his cute said will show (lol he is always cute) . He was starting to worring that maybe there is something wrong with him or your relationship but now you’re sitting infornt of him, waiting for his answer and squirm in nerves.

“Awww jagi~ Of course I love you too”

Taehyung

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

Tae was telling you that he loves you every day for few times, he text to you saying that and sometimes calling in mid of the night to say it. And it was the day when he called to you at 2AM. You were tired and sleep was all you needed now. So when Tae, all enthusiastic like always was telling you how much he loves you, you told him “I love you too but let me sleep” but it doesn’t help because he started to be even more enthusiastic. Be sure that he will tell everyone that you finally said it.

“You love me? I knew it that you will say it in one day! So can we get married now?”

Jungkook

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Jungkookie would be happy. Maybe freeze for few seconds and he wouldn’t know what to say. Happy in heart and can’t show it outside so he came closer to you to hug you tight and stay like this for some time. 

“I have no words for this. So I’ll only say that I love you more, Y/n.    

anonymous asked:

I? Don't get it? When Jimin is like this?????? Lately it seems that he's always avoiding JK in public, it's so weird?????

Lately it seems that he’s always avoiding JK in public

This happened three days ago (at the time of making this post the date was May 6th):

Jimin being domestic with his husband Jungkook in front of millions of viewers (13 days ago):

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

Jimin VERY willingly rushing to JK’s room and sharing this look (14 days ago): 

Originally posted by kook-tae

In a span of 2 weeks, we have Jikook almost kiss each other & having a family dinner in front of tons of viewers, posting selca on social media, and Jimin very discreetly touching JK on stage. 

I? Don’t get it? When Jimin is like this??????

  • Jimin is a shy person:

Palm reader, Tony Leggett’s Youtube video (bless you @harunyany for bringing this to my notice) suggests that Jimin may act confident on stage, but he’s actually very shy

He himself once said in an interview that he’s a shy Busan man. 

  • Jimin said this about himself once:
  • Jimin always aims to be a cool person:

source

My point here is that maybe Jimin struggles to strike a balance between how much of his feelings to show on stage and how much to restraint. It’s extremely challenging to be hundred percent expressive when you’re a popular public figure. Everyone has eyes on you and you never know how your actions could be interpreted.

Over the years, Jimin has become more and more reserved. As much as we would love to see Jimin shower his affections on JK, it’s for his own (and the team’s) well-being that he take caution, all the more reason if Jikook are actually in a real relationship. Jungkook is another story altogether. Jimin has the dual responsibility to keep his emotions and also JK’s in check. He was born in Busan first after all. 

We have to accept the fact that their (or anyone’s) personal relationship is none of our business (we’re bystanders relishing the supposed chemistry they have) and so beyond our control. How Jimin handles his interpersonal relations is solely up to him. Even as die-hard Jikook shippers, we have to try and give them some space. We can’t expect Jimin to be all over JK in every concert, nor should he be. Our basis for their relation to be a reality is the fact that they’re almost always subtle and their moments aren’t in your face which would make it more of a fanservice (like the 21st Century Performance).

I would humbly request that people don’t judge Jimin for not being super eager in responding to JK’s affections. There could be so many reasons for that and what I’ve pointed out is only tip of the iceberg.  

A final note:

Originally posted by gayjikookadi

Wait, one more:

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

Okay, last one. I promise!

Originally posted by fxck-jikook

I lied

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

tl;dr

The way Jimin acts around Jungkook is weird-ass great and a dream come true for thirsty feisty shippers like us who like going down the rabbit hole and setting the whole place on fire with Jikook’s love.

I see so many people talk about how Harry would have been James’ shadow and how he would want to be exactly like him which is true but also can we please talk about Harry and Lily please?? Like he would have been such a Mommas Boy

  • Harry crying out for his mum in the middle of the night when he’s had a bad dream, and James waking up to see Lily and Harry squished together in his toddler bed together, Lily using one of his stuffed animals as a makeshift pillow
  • Lily teaching Harry stuff about muggles and Harry being really interested in television?? So much so that one day James comes home to see Harry sitting cross-legged three inches away from an old antenna tv laughing at some cartoon 
  • LILY AND HARRY BAKING!!!! 
    • Lily’s lemon meringue pies are legendary and no one has ever managed to get her to spill the recipe
    • Except Harry of course since he’s been her helper since he could hold his head up 
    • So by age 7 he could make his own version and it wasn’t nearly as pretty as hers but damn if it didn’t taste delicious 
    • Also!!! Lily poking Harry on the nose with her flour-coated finger only to have him smear flour on her cheek in response 
    • And well fifteen minutes later they are just throwing handfuls of flour at each other making the kitchen into this smokey mess 
    • Before Lily casts a cleansing charm they draw pictures on the floor in the flour its really cute okay
  • Lily reading muggle novels to Harry on rainy days. They are just cuddled up together on the couch under a giant quilt drinking hot chocolate and the cat is just curled up next to them purring 
    • James being a little ??? about this because “Lily aren’t those a little advanced for him?”
    • And Lily is super indignant and is like “he has to know the classics, James”
    • And Harry does, and by the time he goes to Hogwarts he has read all of Jane Austen, Tolkien and Charlotte Bronte and casually quotes them in conversation 
  • Harry being a really shy child and always hiding behind Lily’s leg whenever he meets new people and he honestly didn’t grow out of this until he was 10 
  • When Harry practices quidditch in the backyard with James, Lily is always outside watching them and cheering on her boys and she is just so proud 
  • Harry never really got sick except for the time he got the flu when he was six and that was a total nightmare because James isn’t really good with the whole “puke” thing and so Lily was the one who would hold a bucket for him and rub his back as he vomited 
    • During that week, James would make soup and tea and banana sandwiches as Lily just rubbed Harry’s stomach in big circles as she hummed a wordless tune to him 
  • Harry actually being brilliant at potions because Lily was always working on something, and he was always curious so of course she used that opportunity to teach him 
    • This was also James’ worst nightmare because “Lily, do you know who my father was? Do you?? I thought I escaped this when I went to Hogwarts for Merlins sake” 
    • But he secretly loved the smell of fresh potion ingredients because it reminded him of his childhood and honestly seeing his wife and son together over a bubbling cauldron always made his heart swell 
  • James taught Harry the importance of friendship and loyalty, while Lily taught Harry that while those are important you also have to have a strong sense of self 
    • because she knew first hand the implications of being loyal to a friend who did not care about what you believed in and who didn’t see you as a whole person 
    • and she would be damned if she would let Harry believe that’s okay or healthy 

Lily’s love for Harry was so grand and profound that it literally protected her son from anything–even death. So while I agree that Harry and James were two peas in a pod, you can’t sit there and tell me that Harry and Lily didn’t have a bond strong enough to move mountains 

Glowing Love

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

So, the reason this was written before my next “In Training” fic, is because I was pondering ideas with @i-kneel-for-king-loki and we both have a fantasy that’s been lying around in our minds for YEARS. So, I decided, “Hey, why don’t I make our dreams come true and write this fantasy up and make it come to life?” And well.. Tada! 

Original Fantasy: Making love with Jeff Hardy while being covered in glow paint like his is in his old entrance. 

Description: Jeff Hardy and his friend are playing around with glow paint and things turn sexual when the painting becomes a bit more intimate than they thought it would. Jeff reveals his feelings for her, because she’s artistic and outgoing just like he is, which causes him to feel drawn to her. 

Rating: Mature 

Category: Fluffy, Passionate Smut

Warnings: Smutty Goodness. 

Notes: Minimal help with editing and beta reading by the very lovely partner of mine, @imagines–assemble. Love you sis! 

Enjoy! 


Matt arched a brow as he walked into his brother’s art studio that he had in his home. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Jeff with their friend, Y/n. 


The older Hardy knew that this was a day that Jeff wouldn’t keep quiet about. The day in question, was the day that Jeff finally had free time to invite you over to his place. You were to explore the many wonders of glow paint, because you’d told Jeff how much you loved when he used to come out in his entrance with glow paint. 


Matt continued to watch as Jeff was setting out the different colored paints. Granted, the room was pitch dark, but it was lit up with black lights to make the paint have the best look. He chuckled when you’d snuck up on Jeff and put a handprint of the green glow paint on Jeff’s side, adding color to the younger Hardy’s Retro Hardy tee that he’d cut into a tank top.


Jeff looked at the small hand print as it was glowing neon green. “Oh you’re in for it now, darlin’.” He grinned. 


Your eyes widened and you squealed, trying to get away from him. You didn’t get far though as you felt your tattooed friend pick you up with ease and smear neon pink paint all along the sides of the Reborn By Fate tank top you were wearing.  


Matt chuckled. “The hell are you two doin’? I thought you were painting.” He shook his head as he gestured to your bodies. 


Jeff smirked at his older brother. “Oh we are. We’re just painting-” He was interrupted as you’d thrown some of the yellow paint at him and it made a splat on the side of his face, so he’d paused in his reply to his brother. He was brought back when he heard your giggles. “-each other…” He mumbled and glanced over at you. 


Matt nodded. “Right…Well, don’t go killin’ each other.” He waved and left the studio, shutting the door behind him as he left you two alone.

The enigma crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, alright. Yeah, you’re being cute, but-” He was cut off again, only this time, he was actually facing you, so when you flicked paint at him, it splattered on his face. He closed his eyes and then opened them to look at you. “That does it! C’mere you!” He lunged for you. 


You screamed and ran to escape his grasp. “No! Jeff! I-I’m sorry!” You yelped as you were suddenly met with your own face getting splattered with paint. You pouted and crossed your arms as if you were having a tantrum. “So not cool…” You grumbled. You couldn’t remain angry or upset though when you heard Jeff’s outburst of laughter from across the room.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much as a friend, Hardy.” You smirked and licked your lips.

Jeff grinned. “Oh yeah?” He leaned down and got some neon purple paint as he managed to sneak up behind you. You weren’t paying attention and he took advantage as he spanked you. The action left a purple handprint right on one of the cheeks of your denim shorts.

The sudden smack on your ass causing you to yelp and jump. Your eyes grew a bit wide as you walked over to one of the tall mirrors he kept in his studio. Peeking at your ass, you see a bright purple handprint on your left cheek. You couldn’t help but to flush bright red. 


Jeff couldn’t help but to laugh. ‘She’s got a pretty nice ass, considering what I felt when I smacked it.’ He thought to himself. His eyes grew wide when he saw you coming at him with the pink paint. “Noo, no no. Don’t even-!” He was silenced as you had ran over with a cup that you managed to grab that was lying around and splash it right on the front of his shirt, causing a drip effect down it.

You grinned triumphantly and crossed your arms over your chest, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. You squealed as he began walking towards you with the purple paint. “N-no! Let’s just paint like we planned, Jeffers!”

Jeff grinned devilishly. “That ship sailed when you splattered glow paint on my face, Y/n.” He grabbed you tightly and started to trail his fingers all over your sides and arms, tickling you. 


You screamed and bursted out in giggles as he tickled you. You grabbed onto his arms as you tried to keep your balance. You had almost fallen when you tripped over something, but Jeff had caught you. The only thing about the way Jeff had caught you, was.. Well, his hands were gripping your backside firmly, so now you had a pair of his handprints on the back of your shorts.

Jeff took a deep breath and bit his lip as he realized how close in proximity you two were. Your faces were only a few inches apart. He flushed lightly. “Guess I should’ve been more careful when ticklin’ you, darlin’.” He said softly.

You nodded slightly and bit your bottom lip shyly. “Y-Yeah…” You whispered. You felt butterflies swarming your stomach. The odd thing was, you weren’t sure why. Jeff called you ‘darlin’’ pretty often, but maybe the closeness also caused the sudden nerves to come up.

Jeff shook his head, firmly wrapping an arm around your lower back as he rose his free hand to your chin. Using his thumb to gently drag your bottom lip from your teeth, he gazed into your eyes deeply. “Y/n…You’re so beautiful, even covered in paint like this…” He spoke in a gentle tone.


You flushed deeply and gasped softly as you were rather surprised at his compliment. He’d never shown interest in you before…That you know of at least. “J-Jeff?” You said, barely audible.

The colorful enigma shook his head and smiled softly. “Shh…I-I have to tell you…” He paused as he took a deep breath to get the courage to flow inside him. “Y/n, I-I love you…”

You smiled softly. “I love you too, Jeff.” You were puzzled as to why he made it seem so important, but you soon got your answer.

Jeff chuckled and shook his head, using his hand to caress the side of your neck. “No, I mean…I love you…More than just a friend, Y/n…” He spoke a bit more shakily this time. He was terrified that he had the possibility of losing you because of the confession of his feelings for you.

You smiled brightly and reached a hand to his chest. “I love you too, Jeff…More than a-…” You spoke softly, but then you were interrupted by Jeff’s lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.


Jeff’s heart leaped in his chest. His heart telling him to just fucking kiss you already, which is why he interrupted you. The arm wrapped around your lower back pulled you even closer so your bodies were pressed together. His hand caressing the side of your neck, making the kiss deeper as he kissed you as if you were the one supplying his oxygen and he’d die without your lips.

He used his thumb to stroke your cheek lovingly, gently breaking the kiss, panting softly to get fresh air into his lungs. Jeff leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he continued to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing, Y/n…You’re artistic, beautiful, creative…No way in hell are you boring…You’re…You’re just perfect to me, darlin’…” He whispered.

You couldn’t help how deep red you flushed as you gazed into his eyes. You were left speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You had reduced to a puddle under his gaze, and you had no idea how to get back to your normal self. Instead of speaking, you took to your actions. Grabbing him with both your hands, you grasped the sides of his neck and pulling him in for a desperate kiss.

Jeff’s eyes widened briefly, he wasn’t used to you being this forward with him. Slowly closing his eyes as he returned the kiss. He bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. Grunting as he felt himself getting excited and aroused, forcing himself to break the kiss. “I-I’m not sure if I can control myself…” He whispered. 


You bit your lip and nodded, breaking away from him, to his and your own disappointment. You walked over and grabbed the supply of the purple and green glow paint and made your way back to him.

Jeff tilted his head in confusion. He was aware that you both shared the same favorite colors, which were obviously purple and green. However, that still didn’t explain this gesture.

You saw the confusion dancing across Jeff’s features and smirked. Reaching for him after you set the paints down, you tugged his tank top off and tossed it aside. Afterwards, you leaned down and dipped your hands in the paint, one in green, the other in purple. Walking up close to him, you placed your hands on his chest, splayed out to leave your handprints clearly. As you did that, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, earning a soft groan from the enigma. 


Jeff gently broke the kiss and dipped his own hands in the paint like you did. He placed his hands over your breasts through the tank top you had on, only to pull them back. He removed your shirt, tossing it aside, and then quickly getting more paint, grasping your ass cheeks firmly through the denim of your shorts. The action causing him to pull you flush to his body, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, keeping a firm grasp on you.

You gasped softly, moaning faintly into the kiss, only to have your sounds swallowed by your friend. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed too surreal, especially when you’d actually had a dream involving Jeff and his glow paint.

Jeff slowly walked you towards the wall, pressing you against the wall, his hips pinning you there as his hands kneaded at your cheeks. Gently breaking the kiss again, he smiled confidently and chuckled softly when he heard a whimper escape you. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…Gotta make sure we get enough air, right?”

You giggled softly and nodded, biting your lip.

Jeff let a small growl escape him as he saw you biting your lip. “God…You have no Idea what that does to me, sweetheart…” He whispered and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Biting his own lip, he dipped his hands in the purple glow paint this time, getting behind you and pressing himself against you from behind. Both hands reached and grabbed your breasts, kneading them gently. Jeff earned himself the most beautiful moans from you. As he did this, he began to roll his hips, grinding himself against you from behind. 


You gasped and laid your head back. “Hahh…J-Jeff…Mmnh.. P-please…” You whimpered as you placed your own hands over his as you grinded together.

The enigma grinned triumphantly as he heard your pleas. He leaned down and nibbled at your earlobe, whispering. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…I’d never leave you hangin’.”


You nodded and purred softly as he moved from your earlobe, trailing kisses down to your neck. The glow paint there smeared on his luscious lips as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. He began to suckle on a specific spot, determined to leave his mark on you. 


Jeff groaned as he felt your plump ass grinding and wiggling back against him. He broke away from you and panted softly. “Fuck…I need to see the body I’ve fantasized about for years…I can’t wait any longer, Y/n.”

You nodded and reached down, undoing your shorts and slowly bending over to push them down your legs, revealing a dark purple thong.

Jeff groaned and licked his lips. “Fuckin’ little minx…You know what that color does to me…” He grinned and made quick strides to you, picking you up and grasping your cheeks firmly. “I knew you had a nice ass, baby girl…” He murmured and frowned when you decided to jump down from his arms.

You giggled and licked your lips. Getting down on your knees in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid the jeans he had on. Tugging them down roughly, you giggled as you noticed he had on boxers that matched your lingerie. Smirking, you gazed up at him. “And I’m the tease, huh?” You tilted your head in question.

Jeff chuckled and shrugged. “You know very well by now, Y/n that purple is my top color.” He grinned. “Besides, you had matching lingerie, so you’re-…O-oh fuck…” He trailed off when he felt your small hand rubbing his member methodically through his boxers.

You smiled softly, biting your lip. “Mmn…I can’t wait to see this, Jeff…As many times as I’ve dreamt of your lips against mine… I’ve also had wet dreams of your size…”

Jeff grunted and thrusted his bulge into your palm. “Y-Yeah? I hope I don’t disappoint you, baby girl…”

You bit your lip as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, sliding your fingertips under the waistband and tugging them down. You blushed deeply when his cock bobbed out and whimpered softly. With a shaky hand, you wrapped your fingers around his girth and slowly began to stroke his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes. 


Jeff bit his lip hard. “Fuck…” He breathed out and tilted his head as he gazed down into your eyes. “Even just your hand feels good, baby…I can’t wait until I get to feel more.” He grunted and began to thrust his hips, thrusting against your strokes. “Mmn…” He took a deep, shaky breath and tilted his head back.

You began to focus on his cock now, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Licking your lips as you saw the beading pre cum starting to form at the slit of the head. You leaned forward and gave it it a brief kitten lick, earning a soft groan of approval from the beautiful man.

Jeff watched you as he leaned back on the wall before reaching to pull your hair back in a makeshift ponytail, getting the glow paint in your hair as well. “Now, you don’t have to do th-…” He gasped and bit his lip hard, panting as he watched you take his cock into your hot, wet cavern slowly, inch by inch. “F-Fuck…Y/n…Th-that’s it, baby girl…” He kept his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he heard you gag softly. “D-don’t force yourself to take it all if you can’t, baby.” He said softly, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair back to reach down and stroke your cheek.

You nodded in response as you had most of his length in your mouth. Moaning softly around him as you realized his cock was pulsing in your mouth.

Jeff licked his dry lips, panting softly. “L-look at me, baby girl…I need to be sure I’m not fuckin’ dreamin’. I need to see those beautiful eyes…”

You gazed up at him with soft eyes as you used your tongue to swirl around his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked on him like a lollipop.

The younger Hardy gasped and groaned rather loudly. “Oh fuck…S-such a good girl… Mmn…” He licked his lips again and panted softly. He realized how vulnerable he was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You noticed Jeff was distracted as he was in his own personal throes of bliss. Taking advantage of this brief moment, you began to relax your throat, accepting more and more of his length, gagging softly as the head of his cock finally hit the back of your throat.

Jeff gasped loudly. “Fuck! B-baby girl…D-did you just…fucking hell…” He groaned and tilted his head back as he began thrusting his hips slowly, face fucking you. He bit his lip harder as he looked back down at the beautiful woman accepting his cock into her hot little mouth. “S-such a good girl…Look at you…Taking my cock so beautifully…God, you look beautiful, Y/n…” 


You whimpered softly and reached a hand down, sliding your hand down between your legs. Moving your thong aside, you began to stroke your fingers along your already soaked lower lips. Moaning softly around his girth.

Jeff gasped, having felt the vibrations of your moans around him, catching his attention. Gazing down at you as you bobbed your head, he noticed you were touching yourself. Being a gentleman, he couldn’t handle the fact that you were helping him get off, but he wasn’t helping you. He growled, causing you to pull your mouth from his cock, licking your lips as you gazed up at him.

“Everything alright? D-Did I do someth-” You were cut off as he hefted you up and carried you over to the draft table he had, laying you down on it. His lips were pressed to yours as his paint covered hands massaged and kneaded your breasts. You arched your back and moaned softly, the kiss breaking, which made him travel kisses along the column of your neck.

Jeff pressed kisses all along your throat and chest before reaching your breasts. He continued to knead them in his hands as he mouthed kisses over the top of your breasts. He panted softly as he began kissing down your stomach, trailing his paint covered fingers along the soft flesh, leaving finger trails of the glow paint, mostly the purple glow paint.

You bit your lip as you propped up on your elbows to gaze down at him as you watched him admire and worship your body. It made you feel so wonderful.

The younger Hardy looked up at you, having reached your legs as he knelt down, spreading your legs as he massaged your outer thighs, meanwhile, he trailed tender kisses along the insides of each thigh. “How’d I get so lucky to even have a friend like you, Y/n? It puzzles me…You’ve been there with me through all of it. Even when I was struggling, never once did you look down on me or leave my side…” He whispered softly as he felt tears brimming his eyes.

You sat up slowly and briefly kissed him. “I’d never give up on you, my colorful enigma…You mean so much to me, I wish words could help me in explaining it, but they can’t…” You whispered softly as you caressed his face in your small palms. 


Jeff smiled lovingly as he gazed at you. Grabbing your wrist gently, he turned his head to kiss your palm. “I know, that’s why I need to show you how much everything that you’ve ever done for me…means to me.” He leaned in, his head between your thighs now as he moved the fabric of your thong aside, licking a long, slow trail up your slit.

You gasped loudly and laid back down, your back against the draft table again as you propped up on your elbows again. You’d be damned if you didn’t see him as he went down on you.

Holy shit…” He spoke breathily and licked his lips as he savored your essence. “I’m positive that I just found an addiction I’d be proud of…” He grinned as he looked up at you.

You giggled softly, biting your fingernail shyly and lifting a leg to go over his shoulder. “Mmn…Yeah? Maybe you should get another taste before you decide, handsome.” You said softly.

Jeff smirked and licked his lips hungrily, looking between your legs as he practically dived in. He kissed your lower set of lips and hungrily delved his tongue in deeply as he devoured your dripping cunt. He continued his ministrations with his devilish, yet wonderful tongue.

The enigma certainly could work you into a frenzy with the wet muscle of his deep inside your pussy. He smiled against your lips as he watched you arch your back in pleasure. Reaching his hand to splay out on your lower abdomen, he used his thumb to reach above where his lips were hungrily feasting on you, rubbing furious circles over your sensitive clit.

You cried out as Jeff ate you out. “Ah! J-Jeff!” Whimpering as you began to breathe heavily, you watched him keep his concentration solely on pleasuring you with everything he had in him. Reaching a hand down as he had both of your legs over his shoulders, you tangled your fingers in his hair, the action causing streaks of paint to coat his locks. Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, rubbing it softly as you watched him.

Jeff gazed up into your eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes shimmering as he enjoyed every drop of your juices. He was relentless with his tongue as he feasted on you and slurped up any sign of juices that showed. It was as if he was a man dying of thirst and starving for you. 


Feeling you gripping his hair firmly and tugging on it roughly as he noticed you squirming, he knew you had to be close to an orgasm. He was aching to taste those juices that he’d been the reason for. Moving his hands to grip the outsides of your thighs firmly, he dug the blunt of his fingernails into your soft flesh. Delving his tongue in as deep as he possibly could, Jeff even used his nose to nudge against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Crying out as the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had washed over your body, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. “J-Jeff!” Whimpering as Jeff made damn sure that he didn’t miss a single drop of your juices.

Jeff smirked and eagerly licked up any juices that were dripping from you. He growled deeply and pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips happily. Closing his eyes as he savored the sweetness of your essence.

Fuck…I’ll never get enough of that to quench my thirst for you, darlin’…And, I can honestly say that I’m proud to have an addiction to you…” He murmured and picked you up, lying you on the floor. Having a tarp laid out so the floor wouldn’t get paint on it, he shoved his boxers off and tossed them aside. Quickly getting on his knees to tug your thong off and tossing it aside as well. He was just way too eager to be inside of you.

The rainbow haired warrior was just terrified that this was an all too vivid dream and that he’d wake up without you there. He bit his lip as he let his paint covered hands roam along the curves and dips of your beautiful, paint covered body. He felt as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of artwork he’d ever laid his eyes on.

Biting your lip, you gazed up at him, feeling shivers go up your spine at his gentle touch, causing you to whimper softly. You realized the gaze of his eyes roaming your body and flushed deeply, feeling self conscious of your body now. However, looking at his eyes, you noticed his hazel eyes glimmering with admiration and awe as he took in every inch of your body. He’d seen your body before when you painted together, having your shirt ride up or something. But he also knew about the scars you had. You shivered as you felt him trace his fingers over any scars that you had, and feeling as his fingers ran along every curve and contour of your flesh.

Jeff took a deep breath and finally breathed out. “So beautiful…So gorgeous…” He was in a daze as he worshipped and admired your body. 


You blushed bright red and gazed up at him. “Jeff…As much as I’m loving your adoration over my body right now…I-I really need you, babe…” You said softly, being shy again.

Jeff bit his lip and nodded. “Right! S-Sorry about that, darlin’…” He chuckled softly and blushed lightly. Lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, he gently nudged your other leg to open up more for him. Biting his lip as he focused on his cock, Jeff held onto the base of his length before pressing the head to your cunt. Slowly, he began to slide in. Screwing his eyes shut, he gasped as he felt your tight heat accepting him inch by inch. “F-Fuuck…” He groaned and looked up at you, seeing you gasping and clawing at the tarp you were laid on, whimpering.

A-Ah! J-Jeff…s-so big!” You screwed your eyes shut and arched your back as you felt him slowly sliding in still. You were panting softly as you tried to relax.

Jeff noticed your struggle, panting softly himself as it took every ounce of him to reign in his control. He reached one hand up and gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb resting over your throat. Finally, he was seated inside you completely. Leaning down, gently pressing a loving kiss to your plump lips. “Shh… S’alright, baby girl…I’m all in now, but I need you to relax for me, alright?”

You slowly opened your eyes, licking your dried lips at the sight you were greeted with. Jeff’s beautiful eyes gazed at you with the utmost love and adoration, along with concern because of how you seemed uncomfortable. You nodded at him briefly and took a deep breath, managing to get yourself to relax for him. The slight pain eased away and turned into pleasure, causing a sudden moan to escape your lips.

Jeff grunted as he felt your body relax, feeling your walls open up just slightly for him. “Mmn…Fuck, such a good girl…Feels good, hm?” He chuckled softly when you nodded. “Yeah?” He bit his lip, slowly easing himself out, then thrusting back in, earning him a gasp and a small whisper of ‘fuck’ to fall from your lips. “My god, baby girl…You’re still so tight…Squeezing around my cock so beautifully…Feels so fuckin’ good, Y/n…” He spoke softly.

You whimpered and reached your hands to grasp at his waist firmly as he started to pick up a rhythm for his thrusts. You couldn’t help but already be close to another orgasm. Jeff’s voice alone was rather arousing, and the way it sounded as he was over you like this, just…Well, somehow it managed to sound even sexier. You dug your fingernails into his hips, panting, whimpering, and moaning for him as he continued to thrust. 


“Ah! G-gonna…” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Jeff shook his head. “Baby girl, look at me when you cum…I want…No, I need to see your face when you cum…” He watched as you opened your eyes and a cry of his name left your luscious lips, feeling as you came apart around his length for the first time. “Fuck…Such a gorgeous sight…” He said as he was in awe.

You bit your lip shyly, trying to catch your breath.

Jeff smiled softly, turning his head to gently press his lips against your ankle before moving your legs to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I need to be closer to my girl…” He smirked when he saw you get flustered when he said that. Leaning down to hover right over you, pulling out and thrusting back in roughly, both of you gasping. “Mmn… Feels so good…You gonna be my girl, Y/n?” He asked softly as he was only inches from your face, waiting patiently for your answer.

You couldn’t believe that the Jeff Hardy, your best friend of many years, was asking you to be his. You felt tears brimming your eyes, caressing his face in your hands, nodding quickly. “O-Of course I’ll be your girl, Jeff…” You whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. Your own eyes were shining with unshed tears before you pulled him down into a deep, passion filled kiss.

Jeff moaned into the kiss as his heart began beating a bit faster. He gripped onto your hips tightly, driving himself home deep inside you. He never knew what feeling complete felt like until now. Even as you two made love, even in his favorite room of his house, you made him feel whole. He gently broke the kiss, panting softly. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl…I-I’m not sure I can last much longer…” He murmured, leaning in and going after your neck to mark you with love bites.

You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt yourself on the cusp of yet another orgasm. “J-Jeff…G-gonna cum again, babe…” You bit your lip hard.

Jeff held you close to him, your bodies pressed as close together as possible. “Cum with me, baby girl…Just let go for me… Fuck…Please…” He grunted as he moaned out your name, releasing his cum deep inside you when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock and you came undone with him. 


You panted heavily and held him close before pulling his face down. Firmly caressing his face in your hands, you pulled him into a deep, breathtaking kiss.

Jeff perked up when he heard the door open. 


“Hey Jeffro! I’m here to help you and Y/n with the-” He paused and grinned, seeing you two intertwined on the floor, covered in mostly purple and green glow paint. “Maybe it’s a good thing I was late.. You guys look like a couple of hormonal teenagers.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And how fitting that I see mostly purple and green glow paint!”

Jeff growled. “Oh shut it, Moore.”

You giggled and hid your face a bit.

Shannon laughed. “How was she, Hardy? Willing to share ‘er sometime?”

Jeff snarled. “Fuck off, Shan! She’s mine!”

Shannon grinned, knowing the protective nature he had over you was always there, but now it’d be much worse.

Jeff stood up, tossing his tank top and your shorts at you, looking around for your lingerie but having no luck.

Shannon grinned. “About time you two got together…” He murmured and perked up a brow when something caught his eye. He grinned devilishly. “Well, what have we here?” He chuckled and walked over, picking up your deep purple thong, whistling. “Damn…I’d love to see this on ya next time before Jeff rips it offa ya, darlin’. He winked at you. 

You hid your face in your hands and giggled, blushing furiously. 


Jeff grabbed his boxers and his jeans, tugging them on quickly, snarling as he took a step towards Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes widened when he noticed Jeff coming for him and shoved your thong in his pocket. “Well, this was fun!” He ran out the door as he cackled.

Jeff grunted and ran after Shannon. “Shannon, you fucker! Gimme back Y/n’s thong! I ain’t fuckin’ sharin’ her with you!”

You got up quickly and got dressed in your shorts and Jeff’s tank top, running out to catch up with them in the living room.

Shannon seemed cornered. “C'mon, man! Why worry about her thong when you have the fuckin’ gorgeous woman it belongs to all to yourself?”

Jeff snarled and dove for Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes grew wide again as he was speared to the floor roughly by Jeff. Both men landing with a loud thump.

Matt ran quickly from upstairs. “Oh, I see Shannon’s here. Jeff, why the hell did you tackle him?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to understand the situation.

Jeff sighed and held Shannon down. “He walked in on Y/n and I.”

Matt nodded. “Uh huh…I recall you inviting Moore over to paint with you and Y/n… Which brings me to my next question…Why are you and Y/n covered in the glow paint?”

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, shyly as you put your head down.

Jeff didn’t seem flustered of it at all. “Well… We kinda…Well…We did make love…” He cleared his throat and smiled shyly at his older brother. 


Matt nodded again. “I see, now that I know that…Go into detail to why we’re in this situation.”

Jeff looked at you and you simply shrugged, as if it would gross Matt out or make him uncomfortable, right? “Well, this fucker decided when we were getting dressed, that he wanted a memento, and took my girlfriend’s thong.”

Matt shook his head in disappointment. He put his forehead against his hand. “Fuck’s sake…Are you guys in fuckin’ high school again? Seriously! I feel deja vu, I’ve seen you guys do this shit before. Shannon, give Y/n’s thong back.”

Shannon grumbled and rolled his eyes, handing over the deep purple lingerie piece over to Jeff. “Not fair when he gets the fuckin’ girl it belongs to…” He grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing angrily.

Jeff got off of Shannon and smirked at you, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Y/n, I realize this isn’t considered your home, but you feel like home to me whenever you’re around…It does get lonely here, but when you’re here with me…I feel complete, and this house doesn’t feel so empty, it feels like a home that has a future set…what I’m trying to say is…Would you consider moving in with me?”

You bit your lip, mulling it over before you pulled him down, kissing Jeff passionately. “Of course I will…I practically live here already it feels like.” You smiled brightly. “Mind if I take take a shower, babe? As much as I enjoy being covered in paint, I need to feel clean again.”

Jeff chuckled and nodded, gently giving your ass a parting pat as you walked away to the bathroom.

Matt had long left the room when the fighting stopped.

Shannon got up and went to stand next to his close friend as he was watching you with adoration as you walked away. He leaned in and whispered to him. “How was she?”

Jeff shoved his heavily tattooed friend. “Shut up, asshole. But honestly? I can say I found myself an addiction that I’m proud to have. And that addiction…Is to her.” He smiled softly. 


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So, I totally dreamt about Destiel going canon last night.

I think in part because what Kathryn said at the con, which people are still trying to figure out what she could mean that wouldn’t involve Destiel, but are coming up with nothing. Then again, what the show seems to thinks would make majority of people happy (while make some others unhappy), as opposed to what would make majority of fandom happy (while making a few unhappy) has a while margin of error as far as not matching up.

Which I know, but my brain apparently wasn’t having that.

So in the dream, I am watching Supernatural, and didn’t realize I was dreaming until the end when I woke up because “This is too good to be true”.

Backstory on the things that I knew had happened leading up to this scene: Mary and Mick both left the BMOL, Mick now working with the Winchesters and basically using everything he knows to help improve the American MOL with the Winchesters.

Due to their inability and desperation to find Kelly (now that they know Lucifer is free and in a stable vessel- thanks, Crowley), the Winchesters basically trap and capture a demon, then torture it to talk, since they know for a fact, demons would also be scrambling for Lucifer’s baby, while not falling under Lucifer’s control again, because literally, first opportunity, he was Camp God again last season, so the demons are wanting a new ruler, to be raised by one of the Princes of Hell.

Kelly, of course, trusts the demons at this point, because they are the only ones going out of their way to protect her and her unborn child, and even dying for her, while angels and hunters are out to get her. Under torture, the demon finally admits that the demons have Kelly at a lake beach house and are planning to kill her as soon as her son is born for part of a ritual to ensure the child’s soul is tainted and dark from birth, since parentage actually has nothing to do with whether or not a Nephilim would be evil.

So, Dean, Sam, Mary, Mick, and Cas all set out on a rescue mission at this point, because Kelly is getting very close to giving birth- like within 24hrs. They set out on a night mission to take the demons by surprise, since they won’t be expecting them. In the demons paranoia, though, they specifically chose the beach property for the fact that they only have to guard three directions, and the body of water wide open to a wall of windows protects itself, where as the other three sides are surrounded by woods.

So you have the Winchesters creeping forward through the trees and brush, silently taking out any demons sentries they see, while Mick and Castiel are coming forward on the other side of the house doing the same.

When they manage to make it from the trees to the sand of the yard without incident, save for Mick and Cas still aren’t there,  they’re actually optimistic they can do this. Kelly is safe so long as the baby lives within her, and they had to have taken out probably half the demons not standing guard near the steps or on the porch, which can be easily seen in the light of the full moon and clear sky. After all of this getting so screwed up to this point, trying to hunt a victim and an innocent baby, Lucifer going free and currently planning to launch some sort of major assault, they’re glad they have the opportunity to maybe fix some of it, right here, right now, undo their past mistakes and also not give Lucifer what he wants.

Except, as they step out into the sandy yard, the demons near the house all smile, and then start to retreat in the house, closing window shutters and basically barricading the place while more demons come from the lake view side of the house and from out of the trees they’d just come through, and the Winchesters realize this entire thing was a trap set for them.

Intense and desperate fight scene in the yard with just three of the five team members all fighting hard and dirty because of how very outnumbered and caught by surprise they are. To which they win, but only just, Sam pulling himself up off the sand, wiping blood from his face and cradling bruised if not cracked ribs, while Mary and Dean both finish off their last opponents. Dean moving to check on his brother, while Mary finishes hers off, all of them trying to catch their breath as the final body hits the ground, until more people come running through the trees. Their eyes all go wide, and Mary turns at the sound, angel blade in hand, ready for a second wave of demons, plunging her sword forward- straight into Castiel, whose eyes go wide in stunned pain, hair a mess, and sporting various cuts and scrapes from his and Mick’s own fight with the demons, when they realized it was a trap as well.

Mary’s hand flies free of the blade handle, backing away just as a frantic Dean shoots forward, “No, no, no! Cas!” “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see-” Dean grabbing Cas by the lapels of his coat and helping ease him down to sit against a wood pile. Cas pulls a bloody hand away from the sword protruding from his body, panicked expression turning to Dean as he struggles to breath, both of them knowing full well as soon as the sword is pulled out, Cas will instantly die, though he’s dead already.

Mick wipes a hand over his mouth in horror, and Mary is still apologizing, and Dean holds out a hand, cutting her off.

“We still have to save Kelly. You three get in there. I’ll follow. I just-” He looks down at the sword, then looks to Castiel, as Mick gathers Mary and the three of them dash toward the house as the clock ticks down. They can hear Kelly crying out with labor pains from inside. When Dean looks at Cas, a question in his eyes, hand hovering near the sword, Cas frantically nods his agreement, hands curling in Dean’s coat as he braces himself.

Dean swallows and nods, pained and torn, but knowing nothing is going to change what’s happening, and there is no last minute miracle to be had here.

Their heads are bent close together, and he whispers, “Okay, on three. One, two-”

And Cas tenses, a sudden panicked moment of ‘Oh God, don’t blame yourself for this, it wasn’t your fault-’ as he blindly jerks his head up, screwing his eyes shut and pressing him mouth to Dean’s ‘-I love you’, only barely catching the corner of his mouth, just as Dean yanks the sword out in a blinding flash of light, 

Then the light fades, and we see both Dean and Cas still holding onto each other with their heads down and eyes clamped shut, which suddenly pop open, Dean’s in pain, knowing what he’ll see, and Cas in shock and confusion he’s still alive, both of them staring wide-eyed at each other not sure what just happened or how, and literally both of them looking back and forth for a half-second where Cas’ wings should be across the sand, then back at each other, still not understanding.

“You okay?” Dean asks, voice shaky and unnerved.

Cas looks just as shaken. “I-I think?” he manages, startled silent as Dean quickly presses his mouth fully to Castiel’s.

Pulling back, Dean lowers his head on a shaky, heaved sigh. “Thank you, Chuck.” Then he’s handing Cas his weapon, and taking the one he just pulled out of him, still stained in Cas’ blood, before pulling him to his feet. “C’mon. We still have to go save Kelly and her baby.”

And then the two of them dart forward across the sandy yard and toward the house where the first sounds of a fight have begun, and Cas keeps to himself the fact that while he’s physically fine, he knows something is different about him, though he doesn’t have time to confirm, but he thinks- he thinks- he may be human now, with a silent understanding from Chuck of This is the last time I’ll do this.

…And then I woke up.

Can I please write for the show now??????

mm-society-hoes  asked:

Hey there !! Can you elaborate a little on why you think Jumin is emotionally constipated?? Thank you in advance :D

I sure can, my dear friend. 


As you see, by definition being emotionally constipated means not being able to handle and/or process emotion. It doesn’t mean that you lack emotion, or that your emotional range is in any way limited. Jumin isn’t emotionless, he just has a very hard time understanding his emotions. In fact, sometimes I feel like people who are emotionally constipated are as much, because once in their life they might have felt too much, incapable of handling and therefor suppressing said emotions. I feel like that might be the case with Jumin.

So, let’s have a look at what could have caused such constipation:

His birthmother

It is made obvious, on multiple occasions in the game, that Jumin’s birth mother was divorced by his father early on and seems to be out of the picture. She is never mentioned and his step-mother is the one he refers to as ‘mother’, which indicates that he doesn’t share a relationship to his biological mother. Such things are often hard on children, especially if my assumptions are true and the woman decided to abandon Jumin and her father. I cannot imagine Chairman Han refusing to let his son see his mother, nor that Jumin – especially at such a young age – would not want to see her. Being abandoned by a parent can leave deep wounds in any human being, let alone a vulnerable child. 

His step-mother

After being abandoned by one of the most important females in anyones life to have her replaced with this particular step mother did Jumin no good. Not only is she an obvious gold digger to the point that even a child would be able to notice, from the interactions he has with her it’s obvious that he doesn’t feel connected to her at all. She is nothing but a burden he tries to avoid at all costs. On top of that it is heavily implied that she has been sexually harassing him for quite some time, as he barely even reacts to her advances in the visual novel, almost like he’s gotten used to them by now. So, the second female and core role model of his life turns out to be a disappointment and failure as well. Once more, something that leaves a child rather empty and lost.

His father

Now while Jumin has a reportedly great relationship to his father, that might actually be a big reason as to why he is the way he is. For one, without a second parent to ‘fixate’ on, Jumin had to give all his attention to his father. The father he first and foremost got to know as a huge businessman. While they do exchange gifts and nice gestures, that is hardly something you would call a healthy, let alone warm relationship. Anyone can spend money on a gift for you, but you will feel none the richer for it in the emotional department. So not only did his father lack a certain emotional bond to his son, Jumin also had to watch him have a string of empty flings. That could have negative consequences for multiple reasons other than the obvious. Seeing someone he looks up to so much, as a father and a rational businessman, give away love to freely to meaningless women, losing all his rationality must have hurt in many ways.

Upbringing

His upbringing, in my opinion, plays a big role in this as well. For one he learned early on that all the praise he got was empty and thereby worthless. As a young, impressionable child you rely heavily on what people around you tell you. What your surroundings encourage or discourage you to do can change the paths you take in life rather heavily. It certainly did for Jumin. Not being properly praised, which in his mind probably equated to not being praised at all, made him develop an unhealthy perfectionism. With him it’s either 0% or 100% with nothing in between. Seeing the world like that though, black and white while ignoring all these shades of grey, generally speaking has negative aspects on emotions, as they rarely fit into such simple categories.

Life in the public eye

I think this one might not be something a lot of people would take into consideration, but from the moment Jumin was born his entire life was spent mostly in the public eye. He seems to be one step short of being a full blown idol with people constantly throwing themselves at him. As an adult that is already restricting and tiring, but growing up that way must have had an impact. You learn early on to control yourself at all costs, seeing as any misstep could be broadcasted for the entire world to watch. For someone who is responsible for an entire company like Jumin, he simply cannot afford any mishaps. So, to prevent such things from happening, once more he is forced to conceal his feelings and thoughts in order to remain diplomatic and flawless.

Rika

I mean who did this bitch not fuck over, seriously? The only friend Jumin ever had was V and the second she stepped into the picture that friend was lost to him. Now some people might think that hey, just because you have a relationship you don’t just forget your friends and you are right. For most people that is the case. However, Rika, V and Jumin aren’t your usual relationship type of people. For one V is completely obsessed with Rika to the point of unhealthy. He is completely dedicated to her, willing to blind himself and therefor ruin the one thing that brought him joy (and money) forever, just to prove his love. I think it is safe to assume that he would be one of those people to say no to a friend in order to say yes to a lover, namely Rika. So, not only did Rika take Jumin’s best and only friend, but she also took the last bit of heart Jumin had left. She seduced him in a way he hadn’t yet encountered and didn’t understand until many years later – which we see in his route – and V helped her do so. Rika wanted Jumin for his money to make her dream of Mint Eye come true and not only did V not stop her, but he enabled her. She toyed with Jumin’s emotions and when he didn’t deliver the way she wanted to she brushed him off and Elizabeth the 3rd stepped in, all his love and obsessions 'wasted’ on a cat.

Misunderstood

This is my last point and it is an important one: Jumin is always and constantly misunderstood and mistreated. In the chat no one really seems to be on his side, ever. Yoosung and Seven are buds, Jaehee always sides with Zen in dissing Jumin while he himself is all alone. Not only that, but all his attempts to fit in are constantly blocked off. Having grown up with no other children around, other than V, in a very posh and rich neighbourhood, more focused on pleasing his father and meeting his expectations than teenage lingo, Jumin has no understanding of things the others would consider normal. They often tease him for it, making fun of him and only pushing him further towards emotional isolation. However, when he actually attempts to understand they think he is making fun of them and quickly shut him down. They also feed into a lot of rumours amongst others teasing him about being gay – which he obviously isn’t but the press made up to get some sort of dirt on his otherwise white coat – only making him feel the more isolated. His love interest is dead, his best friend abandoned him and the rest of his 'friend’ hate and belittle him. Who would not attempt to shut their emotions off? Well, sadly turning emotions off isn’t possible, but redirecting them is, no matter how unhealthy. Enter Elizabeth the 3rd.

Now how does his emotional constipation show:

Mainly through his obsession with Elizabeth the 3rd, his overly fatherly behaviour towards the RFA and of course the intense love for MC in his route. All the emotions he doesn’t dare express with anyone else he focuses on the only living being that has never fucked him over: the cat. Despite everyone being hella rude and mean to Jumin he stills acts like a father figure to everyone, trying to make up what his father fucked up with him, or at least attempting to. He sends Yoosungs parents to see him, because he thinks Yoosung is lonely, not really understanding that he might not like such invasion at all. He sends bodyguards to everyone to protect them. He offers Zen jobs to help him and gives Jaehee a lot of hours to make her earn a lot of money as he was taught that money was the most valuable thing in the world. As for MC, that one is actually quite understandable. He only ever loved one woman and that woman ended up failing him as well before dying. Now he finally meets someone that not only he is drawn to, but who understands him, who sees his attempts at being a good person as such, who laughs at his jokes, who defends him in a group consisting of pairs where he’d been all alone and never even attempts to go after his wealth, gradually erasing the negative image of women that had been created in his mind. After years and years of suppressing his emotions, of course he 'lashes out’ on MC the way he does. It’s like she breaks a dam inside of him and then gets a little drowned by the wave of emotion before he learns to control it. 

In conclusion: Jumin is a very emotional person, but doesn’t know how to express himself correctly and often misunderstands certain emotions in others as well as himself. He denies himself emotion which makes them come out in sometimes negative ways. All this poor boy needs is a loving and very patient girlfriend.

You Brought Pizza

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

Summary: The reader cant sleep, but she has a surprise visitor in the middle of the night.

Word Count: 765

A/N: I was waiting for pizza to be delivered last night, so I decided to write about it. XD. Hope you guys enjoy!

*gif not mine*


  It was another sleepless night for you. You tossed, turned, taken a hot shower, drank lavender tea and even tried to meditate, but nothing was working. You finally faced the fact that you probably were not going to get any sleep that night. You turned your TV on and switched to Netflix, turning on That 70s Show, and continued watching it.

  You were watching the show for about ten minutes when you heard your phone dig with a text alert.

  “Who texting me?” you mumbled reaching for your phone.

  “You up?” two simple words made your heart flutter. Granted it really wasn’t the message itself, but whom the message was from.

  “Of course you are up Bucky,” you smile and you text back asking why he was up.

  Within moments your phone started ringing, you chuckled when you answered, “What are you doing up, Barnes?”

  “Come open the door,” his voice was soft.

  “What?” you jumped out of bed and walked, as quickly and quietly, so you didn’t wake up your roommate.

  “Just open the door sweetie,” he let out a soft chuckle.

  You opened the door to see the tall, dark super solider standing there, holding a pizza box. You smiled at him, “My knight and shining arm,” you wrapped an arm around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

  After a couple moments, Bucky pulled away, “This pizza is getting cold, baby.” 

  You walked to the kitchen to grab two beers. Bucky was already in your room opening the pizza box which let out the aroma of meat lover pizza waft through the apartment.

  You closed the door behind you and smiled, “I have had this dream so many times. You, in my bed, with pizza. It is a dream come true.”

  He gave you a sweet smile and held his hand out for you to join him in the bed, “I am here to make your dreams come true.”

  You handed him the beers to open as you climbed into bed. You took in a big whiff of the pizza and smiled, “This smells amazing.”

  “I knew you would like it,” he handed you your beer. 

  “How did you know I would be up?” you asked with a mouth full of pizza.

   He shrugged, “Lucky guess.”

   You raised your eyebrows, “Really? Lucky guess?”

   “Okay, I was walking by and saw your light still on, so I got pizza and came back.”

  You sighed and brushed a hair behind his hear, “Did you have another nightmare?”

  He nodded slowly.

  “And you wanted to make sure I was okay,” you asked softly.

  He turned to you and gave you a soft smile, “I always got to check on my girl.” 

  You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, “You didn’t have to just do a walk by; you can always just come up.”

   He nodded, “I know, I just didn’t want to scare you.”

   “You could never scare me,” you placed your hand on his cheek.

   He kissed your palm, “I love you, Y/N.”

   “I love you too.” 

  “Y/N, do you have pizza?” your roommate, Michelle, asked as she opened your bedroom door.

   “The smell of pizza woke you up from a dead sleep?” you laughed.

   “The smell of pizza could wake me up from a coma,” she walked in towards the open box of pizza, “Hey Bucky.”

  “Hey Michelle, help yourself,” Bucky chuckled.

   “Thank you, Buck,” she said as she grabbed two pieces of pizza and started to walk out, “Night you guys.”

   “She is pretty great,” Bucky chuckled as he sipped his beer.

   You looked at him and blurted out, “Move in with me.”

   Bucky started to cough, choking on his beer, “What?”

   You raised your eyebrows, “I’m serious. You are over here almost ever night and it seems that you do little walk-byes. Just move in.”

   He sat down his beer and cupped your face in his hands, “I am so in love with you, and you never cease to amaze me.”

  “Is that a yes?”

   He planted a kiss on your lips, “Of course that is a yes. I would love to move in with you.”

  You wrapped your arms around him, “We are gonna be roommates.”

   “You are definitely going to be the hottest roommate I have ever had,” he squeezed you a little.

   “And if you bring pizza home, it will be the best living arrangement ever,” you giggled as he kissed your neck.

  “I will bring pizza home for you,” he smiled against your neck.

Make Me Like You

Reader x Stefan Salvatore

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: You are hopelessly in love with your friend Stefan Salvatore, which could be a good thing, if he was not still in love with his last girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. Well, that is how you see things. But remember: not everything is what it seems.

Word Count: 1631

You stared at your phone once more, realising he was not going to text you. Or even call you. If you stopped even a second to analyse the situation, it was rather stupid to keep waiting for that to happen. Nevertheless, Stefan Salvatore was a taken man. Well, not literally, because he and Elena broke up almost six months ago. Yet, he still seemed off about it, which made your heart break in ways you did not conceive as possible.

“Oh, damn it! Why did you have to make me like you, anyway?” You huffed, standing up and leaving the living room.

Those feelings began to surface after you and him went on a mission together to find a witch who could help with the whole Originals deal. Stefan was so sweet and caring back there. Of course, he never actually showed you he was interested in more than a friendship. Also, it felt deeply wrong to like your best friend’s boyfriend. However, you could not help it. Suddenly, the younger Salvatore was all you could see. When they broke up… It sort of enlightened your day, even though it was a completely messed up thing to think.

You turned the TV on and tried to focus your mind on the funny sitcom. It did not work. The only thing buzzing in your head was him. And his gorgeous smile and sweet green eyes. How he would call you up just to talk and maybe have a drink. The way you two connected… It was kind of rare. Only Stefan was not able to see it. Stuck in the memories of his epic love with Elena. It frustrated you the fact they were meant to be. It was not fair!

A soft groan escaped your lips and, finally, you decided to go out. Clear your head and, if the odds were on your favour, find a distraction. Within ten minutes you were parking outside the Mystic Grill, ready to eat and drink something. The vodka cranberry taste sprinkling on your thoughts.

“Hey, Matty!” You waved at the blond, watching a smile appear.

“Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Hum, I think this is a bar, so… I’m pretty sure I came here to drink.” Your voice was sarcastic and he noticed, shaking his own head. “Can you get me my favourite?”

“Yes, but don’t think this is over, miss Y/L/N.”

Matt Donovan was your best friend since both of you were ten. Still, apart from that, you could not find the strength to come clean about how you felt to him. Once he heard you had gotten yourself in love with Stefan, he would flip out. Mainly because you kept this a secret for too long and, boy, the blond hated secrets.

“There you go.”

“Thanks, Matt.” You winked, sipping on your drink.

“I hate to see you like that, Y/N! Pretending like there’s nothing wrong… So typically you. I wish you would tell me what’s going on.”

“I-I can’t, Matty. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do! If only all of this was easier.”

“Look, I want to know everything.” He rolled his eyes. “But I have to work. My shift is almost over. Can you wait?”

“I guess…” You shrugged.

“OK. At least you won’t be alone while you do it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

Matt laughed and pointed to the door, where Stefan stood. You suppressed a sigh and took another sip from the vodka you ordered, struggling to maintain your heartbeat under control. Donovan patted you on the shoulder and got back to his work, leaving you to deal with the devils on your back.

“I didn’t thought I’d see you here, Y/N.”

“Yeah, you know… I was bored at home so I thought: what better way to cheer me up than drinking?

He chuckled, taking a sit in front of you. His sweet eyes watching your every move. It was times like these you wished you were able to read minds. Not that you liked to snoop on other people’s lives, but because your heart desperately needed to know something. Either to give it all up or keep hoping.

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” You shook your head, exhaling. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are.” His hand grabbed yours and God knows how you were able to hold a shudder. “Talk to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to open yourself up. Tell him exactly what had been going on with you and your feelings. Gosh, that would be a harsh thing to do. You finished the drink and soon enough ordered another one. Yeah, the opportunity was right there, in front of your eyes. He needed to know, no matter how loud your thoughts were screaming for you not to do it. It was the only way to shake it out of you.

“Can I trust you with a secret?”

“Of course you can, Y/N.” His sounded normal, but you could catch the hint of concern within his words. “We’re friends and I really care about you.”

Oh, shucks.

“Hum… OK. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.” Stefan smiled gently and stroked the back of your hand, which was still lost between his larger ones. “Come on!”

“I know you are still in love with Elena and…”

“Wait, what?”

“Shut up and let me finish.” He nodded, still frowning but agreeing to hear you talk. “I don’t want to get in the middle of you two. But I can’t help myself. Stefan, I’m in lo… I mean, I really like you.”

“What are you saying?”

Was he dumb or anything? I was pretty clear on what I said!”, you thought, almost rolling your eyes at his response.

“Come on! You know what I said… I like you.”

His bright white teeth shone when he smiled.

“This was random.” Your beloved rose his eyebrows. “Hum, I like you too, Y/N.”

“You’re probably didn’t understand. I don’t like you as a friend, Stefan…”

“You mean… Really like me?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

That was not what you were expecting. Suddenly, the embarrassment started to crawl up your emotional wall. He did not felt the same way, as, deep down, you expected him to. Now, you had lost a friend. You were so freaking stupid.

“I-I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You simply placed a twenty dollar bill and left, meeting the bright moon on the sky. So beautiful for such a horrible night. “Y/N, wait.”

“What, Stefan? I know you don’t want to be with me. I don’t even know why I said anything.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain! Matter fact, to say anything.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit. He did not have to say anything. You were just his silly little friend. And that was all you would ever be. Now, without a doubt, even your ears were red out of the unpleasant awkward situation. “Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”, a cruel though popped up in your head.

“I’m sorry about the way I reacted.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Could you just let me finish?”

“OK, I’ll shut up.”

“You’re really special to me. I don’t I have ever met a girl so though and so resilient. And there’s no way I can repay for everything you have done to me. To keep me going.” Stefan pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Elena was a huge part of my life. I won’t deny it. However, she’s gone. Living her dream with Damon. And I’m happy for both of them. Of course it took me awhile to get over that, but you stayed and put up with me at my worst. That’s why I don’t need to hesitate now: I love you, miss Y/L/N. You’re truly the one for me.”

“Oh, Stefan!” The tears built up on your eyes began to stream down your face. “I’m so happy. I-I never would have figured you felt this way.”

“I wish I knew you felt like this sooner.” He whispered in your ear, kissing a sweet spot on your neck.

You sighed, biting your lower lip.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Yes.” Stefan replied, softly.

“I love you too.” It was barely a whisper, but you knew he had heard.

He cupped your cheeks and let his thumb wipe off the teardrops which insisted to keep falling. The younger Salvatore, then, kissed your mouth very gently. His lips applying a tender pressure against your own. You pulled a lock of his caramel hair, taking all the pleasure you could get from that. It was definitely a dream coming true.

“Now, would you come back inside with me and have another drink?” Stefan whispered against your lips, a short awhile after you two shared such an intimate moment.

“Let me think…” He chuckled. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“I’m glad I fit in your tight schedule, Y/N.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, honey.”

“I’m not!”

You laughed, stepping in the bar once more. As you watched him go over to get you new drinks, you realised how lucky you were to be in love with him. The curse became the relief. That’s why a grin appeared when you saw him coming back and leaning in for the second kiss of the night.

It finally hit you: choosing to love Stefan Salvatore was the best thing you had ever done. That’s why you would never give up on that feeling.

“Ready to have the night of your life with me?”

“It already is, darling.”

You smiled, joining him and being genuinely happy you were there at the right time with the right kind of feelings.

Cool, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Reader is a famous singer who covers a Hamilton song at one of her concerts.

Words: 1203

Author’s Note: What? Another fic? Amazing. BTW I wrote literally all of this at work. Somebody stop me.

Warnings: Cursing. I just can’t stop myself.

Askbox | Masterlist


For you, the impromptu little concerts were always your favorite to perform in. While the thrill of singing to a gigantic, sold out crowd was irreplaceable, there was just something special about an intimate little venue.

You always made this well aware to your publicist, and she did her best to squeeze in these little performances whenever she could. That’s how you found yourself at Joe’s Pub at the Public.

Halfway through your set, to a crowded bar of no more than one hundred people, you took a seat on the provided stool.

“It’s very hard to be here in the room where it happens-” This was met with a thunderous applause.

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So what if Karamatsu was only a pain to adults? I’m pretty sure kids would find him cool, they would think he would be some hero from their movies with his try-hard cool guy attire. (Plus they would awe at his cheesy lines like how much he desires world peace and to make dreams come true) (He’d probably cry over his popularity) 

Neighborhood uncle Karamatsu is good Karamatsu.

Close as Strangers G.D

Originally posted by dolan-writing

Based off of “Close as strangers” By 5SOS

Warnings: Swearing

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Grayson’s Pov~

“Six weeks since I’ve been away
And now you’re sayin’ everything has changed
And I’m afraid that I might be losing you
And every night that we spend alone
It kills me thinking of you on your own
And I wish I was back home next to you”


It’s the sixth week of Ethan and I’s second world tour. And it was great! Don’t get me wrong, but it was missing something. It was missing my girlfriend, y/n. The girl i considered the love of my life. The girl i miss with all of my heart.       “Why not take her on tour with you Grayson?” well, that’s because. I can’t.

Management, the asshole that they are, said no girlfriends. As it would “distract” us from the fans. Which isn’t fucking true. I love her, that isn’t a “distraction” that is my life, y/n is my life. 

I’ve never thought we would be so separated, never in a million years.                 We were always together, a “power couple” if you will, ever waking moment was spent with her.  I love her with all that i am.

Even on our first tour. The first tour was a dream come true, Y/n even tagged along every now and then, living our dream, together. But now, she couldn’t come due to management, even if they would let her come, she couldn’t. She’s too damn busy with school anyway.

It feels as if we’re light years apart, even if it’s only a few thousand miles. But i think that I might be losing her. It sounds silly, yes. But it’s the truth. We’ve barely talked in the past six weeks, and it’s killing me. We’ve just been so busy. Me with the tour, and her with school.  And, i just feel like i’m going to lose her. 

I would kill. To be home next to her. To cuddle her, play with her hair, show her how in love with her i am.  But i can’t.

Not until this tour is over. And i’m going to fucking lose it. I’ve never felt so lonely. Even though i’m surrounded by thousands of fans, and my brother. I’m missing something, i’m missing her.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I love Chancellor!Obi-Wan ! I have a question though, we all know that sometimes Anakin has visions, right? But, what about Obi-Wan? 'Cause on the expanded universe, he is decribed to be very much in tune with the Unifing Force, wich is what grants Jedi and Sith, force visions... They say that since he was very young he was plagued by very strong visions... Is something like that going to be important at one point in this AU?

Well. Let’s start with Obi-Wan shall we?

I have no set headcanon on how prone to visions and stuff Obi-Wan is, but I am at the very least a believer in him having fairly decent precognition/prescience. Y’know, like his “bad feeling” during the Naboo crisis.

We’ve actually seen a bit of this in Chancellor Kenobi. For example: when he ducks during the first assassination attempt.

As for actual visions… nah, I have no plans to bring that into this verse. Right now, anyway.

Now on to Anakin.

Anakin, Anakin, Anakin…

Please don’t come after me for this, but: I don’t think Anakin gets Force visions. 

Read my long-winded explanation beneath the cut. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The Last Jedi + possible cliff scene outcome + Freud (a meta)

Since a “cliff scene” has been rumored to be a part of TLJ, here is a possible interpretation, I hope you enjoy it! ;)

The symbolism of water, as seen in Freud’s “A general introduction to psychoanalysis” and Otto Rank’s “The Myth of the Birth of the Hero”


From what I’ve read on Tumblr, we can assume that Rey and Kylo will fight, and that one of them, or both, will fall into the ocean that surrounds Ach-To.  Personally, I believe that it will be Rey who falls into the water, and that Kylo will jump in to save her (as “the girl” seems to be important to him). I am pretty sure that Rey does not know how to swim, having grown up in a desert.

In “A general introduction to psychoanalysis”, while talking about water-related dreams, Freud states that:

“In the myths of the birth of the hero, which O. Rank submitted to comparative examination,—the oldest is that of King Sargon of Agade, about 2800 B.C.—exposure in the water and rescue from water play a predominating role. Rank has recognized that these are representations of birth, analogous to those customary in dreams. When a person in his dream rescues another from the water, the latter becomes his mother, or just plainly mother…

Freud further explains this through the myth of Moses. However, in this particular case, I would take some liberty and say that maybe, in case that Kylo rescues Rey, through this act, he might finally become her “teacher” - someone who wants to take care of her, assumes a role that is nurturing - her “mother”. I am aware that the same rules do not apply to dreams and reality, but since I am talking about art, there might exist a same underlying symbolic message, as above. Whatever the case, one thing stays true - the “dive” would play a crucial role for Rey.

Furthermore, while in his book, thereby also in the previous paragraph, Freud talks about “birth”, I think the same can be applied to a “rebirth”:

Birth is regularly expressed in dreams by some connection with water; one plunges into the water, or comes out of the water, which means one gives birth to, or is born. Now let us not forget that this symbol may refer in two ways to the truths of evolutionary history. Not alone have all land-mammals, including the ancestors of man, developed out of water animals—this is the ultimate fact—but every single mammal, every human being, lived the first part of his existence in the water—namely, lived in the body of his mother as an embryo in the amnotic fluid and came out of the water at the time of his birth.”

The way I see this is that a profound change might happen in Rey, Kylo, or both, resulting in their “rebirth”, symbolically represented by this “plunge”.

This encourages my hope that Kylo might change his ways and start his journey to redemption.


Feel free to leave comments, I am open for discussion! :)

Disclaimer - I do not own the pictures - sources - Daily Mail and Star Wars TFA

Montréal Canadiens 2016-2017 Yearbook Players Q&A

FROM YEARBOOK AND ALL CREDITS TO MONTREAL CANADIENS.

[HIGHTLIGHT TO THOSE PARTS WHICH IS IMPORTANT TO READ]

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#45 Mark Barberio

Q: What was the inspiration for your “Stache”?

MB:(laughs) I’ve always been a big fan of Mario and Luigi in the Super Mario games. They always had great moustaches. I thought I would pay tribute to them with my “stache”.

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#28 Nathan Beaulieu 

Q: Growing up, how many people actually pronounced your last name properly? 

NB:(laughs) Not many! It’s not that easy. It’s a little bit my fault, though, because since I grew up in Ontario, I always Anglicized it.

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#41 Paul Byron

Q: How’d you get so fast? 

PB: I don’t know. I started skating when I was three and I was always fast. When I moved from Junior B to Major Junior, I also started training on artificial ice where I had to pull my coach, who weighed 230 pounds, while I weighted 130. That probably helped me get faster, and I always work really hard in the summer to build up my power. 

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#43 Daniel Carr

Q: Do you have a favorite Disney movie?

DC: I don’t know if this is a Disney movie, but I’d have to say the first shrek. That one was really good.

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#24 Phillip Danault

Q: If you had a chance to bring back any former Canadiens player, who would it be? 

PD: Saku Koivu, because he was a great leader and I had a chance to see him often growing up I was more of a kid who played hockey instead of watching it, but i’d pick him.

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#51 David Desharnais

Q: What’s your best memory with the team?

DD: Probably when we went to the Eastern Conference finals[in 2014], after we beat Boston in Game 7 in their building. Personally, my first game and my first goal are both things I’ll never forget, but with the team on the whole, what we accomplished that year was special

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#74 Alexei Emelin 

Q: Who is the hardest player to knock off their feet?

AE: On our team, I’d say Chucky[Alex Galchenyuk] or Radu[Alex Radulov]. In the League, it’s either Connor McDavid or Alex Ovechkin.

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#32 Brian Flynn

Q: Who was your favorite NHL player growing up?

BF: When I was a kid, it was Peter Forsberg. I loved the Avalance. They were an exciting team, and then they made the deal to bring in Ray Bourque from Boston and won the Cup. Forsberg scored a lot of big goals. I even started wearing 21 because of him. 

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#27 Alex Galchenyuk

Q: Who on the team would be the class down and who would be the A+ student? 

AG: No question. Andrew Shaw would for sure be the class down. For the best student, I’d probably say Jeff Petry because he went to university and is a smart guy.

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#11 Brendan Gallagher 

Q: Who is your favorite player to go up against?

BG: I’m always excited to go up against Zdeno Chara, just because throughout my entire life, people always said I was too small. For me, there’s no bigger challenge than going up against the biggest guy in the League

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#62 Artturi Lehkonen

Q: Since you joined the team, which guy had made the biggest impact on you both personally and as a player?

AL: It’s tough to pick just one guy because we have such a good group here. Everything really is about teamwork.

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#79 Andrei Markov

Q: What motivated you to become a hockey player?

AM: My parents. They didn’t want me to waste my time after school

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#17 Torrey Mitchell 

Q: Before a faceoff, you look so focused. What are you thinking about?

TM: I’m just thinking about being aggressive for a good five to 10 seconds. Just being as aggressive as possible. 

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#35 Al Montoya 

Q: How is your relationship with Brendan Gallagher since you punched him two years ago? 

AM: Oh, that’s a great question! On my first day here, Patch[Max Pacioretty] actually brought it up. He walked into the room and said, “ Have you and Gally talked about the time you hit him in Winnipeg?” We all just started cracking up. It was nothing. I was excited to be playing against a team like this and he was just doing his job. He’s kind of player you hate playing against, but you love to have on your team. I have so much respect for him.

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#26 Jeff Petry 

Q: What do you like to do in your free time? 

JP: During the season, I pretty much just spend my free time at home with my son, Boyd. In the summer, I like to be outside, or I’ll go shooting or fishing. 

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#14 Tomas Plekanec 

Q: How was playing professional hockey changed your life for the better?

TP: It was a dream come true. I’ve always dreamed about becoming a professional athlete, especially as a hockey player, and I worked really hard to get here. You have a chance to wake up, go to practice, and then have the day to spend with your family. We know we’re very privileged to have this opportunity. 

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#31 Carey Price 

Q: Which NHL player gives you the most trouble or is the most difficult to stop? 

CP: I would probably say Ovi[Alex Ovichkin] because he always seems to find an opening and he as a great shot. 

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#47 Alexander Radulov 

Q: Who has the weirdest ritual or superstition on the team?

AR: Definitely Mitchy[Torrey Mitchell]. He makes all of us tap our helmets together in the hall before we go on the ice

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#Zach Redmond 

Q: What’s your favorite road city?

ZR: During the year, you run into a lot of cold weather. That’s why a lot of the guys and I enjoy the California and Florida trips. It’s good to have a little break and enjoy the sun a little bit, not that we’re out in the sun a whole lot when we’re there. It’s always nice to break it ip mid-season. 

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#65 Andrew Shaw 

Q: When you were traded to Montreal, what were you most excited about?

AS: I was really pumped about making new friends and meeting new people and forming relationships on and off the ice. And just the idea of pulling on this jersey with all the history that comes with it. I was just excited to take part in everything here. 

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#6 Shea Weber 

Q: Do Carey Price and Al Montoya let you take full clappers in practice? 

SW: I’m sure they would, but I never feel the need to take huge slapshots, just in case I get someone in a bad place. There’s no reason to hurt your own goalie. The best time to fire off some of those is when there’s no goalie in the net. 

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#8 Greg Pateryn 

Q: What motivates you to improve yourself every day?

GP: What you need to do not just every year, but every single day, is getting better. I think you have to take pride in knowing you’re helping your teammates and that they can count on you. But they also expect you to get better. If you don’t, you’re not just letting yourself down, you’re letting the team down. That’s what motivates me. That and also knowing that there’s always someone fighting to take your place and that you could end up out of a job

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#67 Max Pacioretty 

Q: What is your goal for this season?

MP: To win the Stanley Cup.



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Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!


Imagine: Being incredibly clumsy and whenever you have another one of your clumsy spells; Fili just smirks and picks you up in his arms, carrying you around everywhere, - no matter how unnecessary-.


Word count: 1,370 (I really, really overdid it.)

Waring’s: Extreme fluff at the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fili unfortunately or any of the other characters mentioned in this imagine: Tolkien owns them.


It seemed to be that of an enigmatic situation. You were the most ungainly of women that these mischievous batch of dwarves, single hobbit and lone wizard had ever come across in their lifetimes. To call your foot work graceful would be incredibly inaccurate. You were known for stumbling over your own two feet, bumping into trees, large rocks and whatever seemed to be in your bumbling clumsy path: And by the end of the length tiring day, cuts and bruises littered the majority of your body. It was a poor sight to see.

Though your unwieldy sense of movement should have struck others to pity you, the dwarves found it ever so amusing; to which they would take turns in teasing you for the new bruises you had awarded yourself with. “What was it this time, lassie? The rock got in your way?” Bofur would howl, a slight mocking tone but nonetheless a playful banter brewing.

You could not deny that their teasing came to you in big large bites, that soon swallowed the majority of your self-esteem, but you brushed that off, indicating that they were just having a bit of fun: Their pleasure being found in the beams upon their faces when your face deepened in the shade of red.

Though, one outside of this group would surely question as to why the company would keep you around; they would not know of your innate and impeccably grace with a sword. As danger neared, it was as though you had shifted and morphed into another being. Danger brought you a clear head, your awkwardness shedding from you like the scales of a snake. With a sword you were a force to be reckoned with.


Your foot unsurprisingly got caught upon a leg of an elvish made table, to which caused a shrill shriek of astonishment to flee hurriedly from your mouth as you rocketed towards the ground with your arms spread out, ready to break your fall. Though, before you were capable of breaking your bones upon the ground in Rivendell, a strong muscular arm wrapped around your midsection, pulling your rear side of you flush against their strong chest. A deep chuckle rang in your ears as the others chortled too. “Falling for me already?” a poor joke poured from Fili’s mouth, a hot blush staining and blazing your cheeks.

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Jumin Han: Last Breath

Hello everyone welcome to this new angst series :D So with Jumins part I really recommend reading his Wedding Dance One Shot before reading this c: it gives it extra feels :3 


Jumin: * his pov *

I always knew I had to eventually lose her. I would have never guessed that 50 years of marriage can pass by so quickly. We both wanted to die in each other’s arms but that was only just a dream. If there is a word that I can describe my life with (y/n), it would be the word dream. Many people would be puzzled why I pick that word and it’s only because they simply don’t know that (y/n) made every single one of my dreams come true. She gave me two beautiful kids, a boy and a girl, and they suddenly became my world. After many precious and memorable years, we finally completed our last dream; which was growing old together. The only downside of growing old together is that eventually one of our names will be placed on the tombstone first. I always hoped that my name would be first but with the cancer spreading throughout my loves body, it seems that God didn’t listen to my wishes. For many months, (y/n) health slowly decline and suddenly, the cancer is spreading quickly. The doctor told me that she only had 2 weeks left yet, my love has been here for 5 weeks. I made sure to visit (y/n) every day and today was going to be a special visit. Today is our 50th year anniversary and I’m hoping that the doctors let me stay a few hours past normal visiting hours.

 I smiled at the nurses while I was making my way towards her room with flowers and a balloon hand in hand. I slowly opened the door afraid to wake her up with my presence. I was greeted by the sounds of her heart monitor and other machines that were connected to her. Seeing her like this, breaks my heart even more because I’m seeing her become more lifeless every single day. I smiled at her putting down the flowers and balloons making my way towards her. She grabbed my hand and gently whispered “Please tell our children to come now”. Her request was a bit odd because she knows our kids always visited around the afternoon. As always, I respected her request. She wanted to meet with our kids one by one. I didn’t understand why but it was finally my turn. I walked in and she had tears running down her fragile face. I grabbed my handkerchief and wiped her tears away “what is wrong my soul, today is our 50th anniversary! We will get through this my love, I promise you” I whispered gently. I saw the wrinkles from her lips form a small smile. She motioned me to sit down and I grabbed her hand while doing so. She tilted her head towards me, preparing to break my heart. The look of her face told me everything before she even said a word.

 She caressed my thumb while looking into my eyes “Jumin, my love, my heart, my soul… I c-can’t keep fighting. I’m.. I.. I’m tired of ha-having tu- tubes everywhere. We lived a bea-beautiful life and you ca-can let go now Jumin. You can l-let me go now my love” she pleaded with my heart but neither my mind or heart was ready for that request. I looked into her eyes noticing how her soul was slowly leaving her body. I gave her fragile hand a tighter grip “remember our wedding day 50 years back?” I managed to squeak out while tears were caressing my face. I felt cold thumbs caressing my hand as if she tried to tell me to keep going. I gave a heavy sighed and brought her hand to my forehead “I vowed to worship you till my last breath and that will always continue. I told you that day that you were the color in my black and white world. I cannot lose you (y/n) you m-mean too much to me and I wo-wouldn’t know what do without you. P-Please” I got off the chair and kneeled on the floor “let’s con-continue fighting together because I can’t lose you. I refuse to lose the best thing that has ever happened. I know this is selfish, but seeing your face always gets me through the day. I will give up my heart, mind, body and soul for you (y/n). Everything I did in our life together, just know it was for you. Please don’t make me sign the paper.” Tears started to flow out of my eyes like waterfalls and I looked into her face seeing she hasn’t changed her mind. I kissed her hand gently finally accepting her last request. “We were made for each other. Thank you for the life you have given me. Thank you for keeping me alive. My shattered heart belongs to you now.” I got up from the floor and kissed her forehead.

 TIME SKIP: 5 HOURS

 I talked to the doctors and signed all the paperwork that was necessary to fill my loves body with morphine. That is what she wanted screamed my mind. Congratulations, you killed your happiness screamed my heart. My wife’s last request was to not let the kids be in the same room. I was the only that was going to see her last breath. I sat on the seat next to her while the nurses were removing all the tubes that helped her stay alive. I felt my wife’s hand grip mine tighter with needle being pulled out. I finally saw that she was in pain. My loves head tiled to the side and gently whispered “Thank you”. I nodded while I was seeing the nurses prepare the morphine for the doctor. I saw two more doctors enter the room as a witness for the report the hospital needs to do. I looked into my wife’s beautiful eyes while the doctor slowly inserted the morphine inside her. Tears were rolling down (y/n)’s beautiful angelic face. I cleaned them with the same handkerchief that I wore on our wedding day. I notice she was feeling more relax and I felt cold hands caressing my face. I breathed in anticipating the moment of when she gave her last breath “Thank you for showing your heart to me, thank you for handing me the key to your heart. I vow to love you for the rest of my time here in earth and I vow to find you in our next life. I thank God every single day for allowing an angel to be my wife. We raised two beautiful children that gave us the gift of 5 grandchildren. We been through so much in life that I do not know what to do without you. I am going to miss you for the rest of my short life. Everything that I do will always remind me of you. I just want you to know that everything I did for you, I put my heart and soul into it because you are worth my blood, sweat, and tears.” I couldn’t breathe because I notice her soul was starting to leave her body. I was scared I wasn’t going to have enough time and I gripped her hand and screamed “I vow to worship you till my last breath, just know when my heart stops beating the last beat was made for you!” I breathed heavily and heard “I love you Jumin Han” ever so softly. Your last breath was my name. My least breath will forever be your name. I love you (f/n) Han. I’m going to love you till my last breath.