work your plan


open your heart to love, it is so worth the risk

for @inloveswan from your csss ♥

Want to improve your Concentration?

1. Cut out the noise. Noise is a distraction and interrupts our thinking. It makes it harder for us to focus, to process, retrieve and then use information.

2. Structure your environment. Try and set aside a specific place to study - somewhere that is quiet, and free from normal, everyday distractions.

3. Know what you’re aiming for. You won’t achieve much without clear objectives. You need to have a concrete and specific goal. That is, something you can measure and can work towards.

4. Plan your studying for the day. Tick off your achievements as you work through your list. That will help to keep you focused, so you’re less inclined to daydream - or to waste time doing futile, pointless things.

5. Know what the guidelines and the standards are. Then, adhere closely to those when doing you’re doing practice tests, or writing an assignment, or thinking through your answers.

6. Expect to meet roadblocks. That way, obstacles won’t throw you off your course. You’ll get up and work around them – so they don’t destroy your plans.

7. Become a hermit and isolate yourself. It’s just for a short time, and it’s worth it in the end.

8. Be patient, and hang in there, when you feel unmotivated. If you can just push through this, you will find that you learn something.

Tips for when you lack motivation to keep up with your study routine

Hi everyone! I’ve seen soo many inspirational posts and tips about how to get your work done & plan your holiday study routine etc. They’re super useful! 

But what about those times when you’ve been studying for a while (be it days or weeks) and you’re feeling overwhelmed / tired / can’t wait to just turn in that essay or pass that exam? Thought I’d share a few tips with you in case you were lacking motivation to keep up with the (amazing) work you’re doing :)

1. Break that chapter into smaller chunks. Instead of pulling a three, four-hour study session, try studying from 30 minutes to one hour, and repeat this throughout the day. This way, you will be able to still be productive while fitting other tasks or things you enjoy doing in-between study sessions.

2. Change your “study location”. This actually helps me sooooo much. Be it moving to the kitchen, to the library or to a friend’s house (provided you will both be studying) can honestly improve your productivity, like, a lot. Our brains need to contextualize when learning something new - so if you’re studying in a different place, it is highly likely you will remember that better. Also, that’s the perfect excuse to hang out with your friend afterwards. Earned it.

3. You don’t have to actually sit, pen in your hand, to call it “studying”. Try different study methods: convert your textbook to mp3 and listen to it while heading to the gym; carry your flashcards with you and glance at them on the bus; look up a TedTalk or listen to that podcast you’ve been trying to watch for ages. You can fit studying almost anytime during the day, be it only 10 minutes - it doesn’t have to include textbooks and pens. And it’s still way better than doing nothing at all. 

4. Talk to someone going through the same things as you. This way you will be able to support and motivate each other, exchange tips, maybe notes, etc.

5. It’s okay to have lazy days. This is very important! Sometimes you just need time to fuel up again. Trust me, a lazy or cheat day isn’t a wasted day - provided it doesn’t become a habit. Take care of yourself. You’ll see the benefits of it in the long run.

Hope these were useful! Feel free to add any more tips you might have. Keep up with the good work!

Valentine Double Date

A somewhat long fic (around 6k words) about Touken and Ayahina’s double date, which began from a girl’s innocent attempt at pushing her Onee-chan and Onii-chan together. Mostly fluff, hints of angst. This is a fic I wrote to have fun and let myself go so it’s nowhere close to the standard of my older fic, but this poor lonely single soul just wanted to have something to do on Valentine’s Day. ;_; Enjoy!

Please reblog if you like this! Feel free to leave comments/ request anything!

“Please say yes!” Hinami was almost screaming, as she clasped her hands together and leaned forward in a perfect bow. Kaneki and Touka blinked in disbelief for a moment, looking at each other before looking at her again. 

“You want us…” Kaneki murmured hesitantly. 

“… to follow you and Ayato on your date?” Touka continued, tilting her head in confusion. “But why?”

“B-Because… tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and…” Hinami murmured, her cheeks completely flushed as she shifted about uncomfortably. “I feel uneasy going out alone with him.” 

“Uneasy?” Touka wondered in confusion. “But weren’t the two of your partners in Aogiri? You were alone quite a lot, right?”

“Yeah but…” Hinami sighed, took a deep breath and let it out, fingers fumbling with one another. “This is different from that… I just… don’t…” 

“If you don’t want to go, you should tell him—”

“No! I want to go!” Hinami yelped, cutting into Kaneki’s words. “But but but… A-Ayato-kun scares me sometime!”

“Oh, is that so?” Kaneki said, turning to Touka with a blank expression. “I don’t mind… Is that okay with you, Touka-chan?”

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It's 2017.


2016 wasn’t really my favourite year of them all but well… We all still kickin’ so it wasn’t as bad as it seems.
Tbh with you guys my one and only resolution for this year is.. (and I promised myself to do it) (and I’m actually gonna do it, it ain’t like the past couple of years).. to be FIT AS fUCK. LIKE THOSE KIND OF FIT BODIES THAT YOU JUST BE LIKE “DAMN BOI🔥🔥”

Some of you probably think I already am fit but turns out baby I’m not & I’m gonna change that in no time.

Long story short I promised myself to get rid of some kilos that have been tormenting me for the last years. I know I’m actually gonna achieve this because it’s time for me to get the body I know I deserve. I’m just so excited because I have so much faith in God and myself, I know this one will be a win on me.

The reason I’m telling you guys my resolution is because I know a lot of you have the same goal as me (yes. To be fit af) so the thing I want to get straight is
G E T. O F F. Y O U R. A S S E S. A N D. D O. S O M E T H I N G. F O R. Y O U R S E L V E S.

(I’m obviously going to do the things I post so if you want to join me.. Check out my blog)

This process obviously will not gonna be as quickly as I would love it to be.. But never forget this beautiful quote:
“ Don’t give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to achieve it. The Time Will Pass Anyway ”.
(Ye that’s right don’t give up u lil shits) (U know ily)

It’s currently 2:15 am, and the last thing I wanted to tell you guys is Goodnight/Morning, thank you for your support & I reaaaally really hope you achieve your dreams & resolutions for this year. It’s on you to make this year YOUR year. God bless you, pretty lads.

It’s 2017. Be Good. Be kind. Be Better.
All The Love, Marie. xx

remember when we were all hoping harry would be a good influence and get louis to put his fucking shoes on? 

yeah no, i think it kind of worked out in reverse

from glittery golden boots and suede heels to adidas sandals over socks fml 

Without you

Originally posted by ssquadupdates

Hi! Firstly: I love your oneshots and imagines, this is my favourite blog on tumblr and thank you for giving me things to look forward to and 2. I was wondering if I may request a oneshot? If so, please could you do a digger harkness oneshot where the reader dies trying to protect him? I just need angst. Thank you and keep writing! X

For @jehantheflowerboy – I’m super sorry for the delay, please forgive me! I hope this has enough angst!

Captain Boomerang/Digger Harkness x Reader

Words: 2631

ANGST – Reader death

I promise that I tried really hard to do emotional things here but I’m not great at it!

“Well, your plan worked out so well.” Digger snarled from the window of the warehouse.
“Will you shut up?” You snapped and rushed to the window beside him. Careful not to leave yourself exposed, you peaked out of the window to access the situation while he stayed crouched beneath it.
They’d brought a squadron?

How cute.

The leader shouted through a megaphone for you both to give yourselves up peacefully, yeah like that would ever happen. You gnawed your lip, a nervous habit that Digger constantly mocked, you were sure that you’d lost The Law after your latest heist and after three days of laying low in the abandoned mannequin warehouse you’d dared to think that you were in the clear.
How wrong you were.
At least you’d gotten to spend the last few days drinking and eating with your partner in crime who also happened to be the biggest coward that you’d ever met when it came to the mannequins.

Seriously, he’d refused to sleep if any of them had been facing you both.

“What do you think?” Digger asked you, his face set in a sneer, “Shall we surrender, get ourselves some lovely little jail time, eh?” he let out a breathy scoff.
“Now Digger, where is the fun in that?” You smirked and leaned down to pat his shoulder.
He raised his eyebrows at you and when you moved your hand he mimed brushing off his shoulder so you flicked the side of his head.
Sneaking out another look at the literal Army awaiting you swallowed hard, your heart was pounding, spurred on by the pure adrenalin that coursed through your body.
“So wants the plan?” He mumbled and shuffled from under the window so that he could stand fully.
“First we need a visual, I’ll cover you.” You instructed and he readied one of his boomerangs equipped with a camera. You took a deep breath and leaned forward to smash the window with the butt of your gun and Digger rushed forward and threw the Boomerang with an efficient skill that always surprised you.
He dove back beside the window, his phone already out as he studied the footage before turning the phone to face you knowing that you were the brains of the operation when to strategy. You watched the footage, the squadron was big, bigger than you’d expected but you didn’t care to admit that to Digger.
At least you got some amusement from seeing the soldiers trying to shoot down the boomerang before it zipped back into the window and Digger caught it mid-air. Sometimes it was easy to forget how athletic he was beneath his layers of muggy clothes.

His hand clenched tightly around the boomerang, he held it ready for whatever you instructed and asked, “Well?”
“Well, it’s a complex plan but try to follow,” you started and he nodded enraptured in your explanation, “We bust out of here ‘Young Guns’ style, kill all those fuckers, go sell the jewels on, find the nearest bar and go get shitfaced. Got it?”
He gave you an unabashed grin and pulled his revolver from his inner jacket pocket, “Got it.”

With a grin and a cheeky wink to hide his panic, the pair of you set about moving the warehouse to suit your escape. You moved swiftly and it was good job too because the soldiers quickly grew bored of waiting the doors to the warehouse were blown open.
“They definitely wanted to come in.” Digger mumbled beside you and you nudged his arm with your elbow, now wasn’t the time for jokes, it was time to focus.

Do or die.                                                  

The squadron where highly trained, that was obvious just from watching them manoeuvre through your mannequin maze, they kept their ranks tight, posture  professional and weapons raised. They were out to kill but you weren’t in the mood to die, not today.

You took your time, scouting out their routes, watching their moves and when the time was right you went to work, Digger helped but he was much heavier and louder than you so he stuck to only taking out the hangers on at the back of the group.
Knives, you had found, were always messy but they were effective and most importantly they were silent and that was exactly what you needed right now. By the time you’d done one sly route of the room and with Digger’s help one the side lines, you counted two men left alive.

But they weren’t for long.

No longer worried around highlighting your presence, you shot them both dead in quick succession.
“That was cold.” Digger commented as you both turned to leave.
“Well someone had to take charge.” You teased as you pushed him playfully, not managing to move his large frame far.
Digger was turning, no doubt to slur out some bad joke, when you heard the click.


You couldn’t have miscounted.

You didn’t check to see if you were right, you just moved instinctively. Slamming your body into Digger’s you whipped out your gun and shot the solider twice.
But they’d already fired.

You landed on Digger and slumped heavily over him as you both crashed to the floor. He cursed and pushed you off harshly, surprised by the contact. You cursed as you fell back to the floor your hands instinctively finding your stomach but your eyes fixed on Digger’s coat which was saturated in blood.

Your blood.

His eyes followed yours to his jacket before running his gaze up your body to your stomach. You’d been hit, twice, and as you pressed your hands to the wounds blood seeped through your joined fingers and ran down your forearm to the floor.

In the time it had taken Digger to snap out of his shock and fall to his knees by your side, you already knew that you were a goner. One bullet wouldn’t have been so bad but even then where could he take you to save you? You were so far away from civilisation that the authorities felt save in sending in a squadron to kill you.

The thought that they’d partially succeeded made you feel sick but then, that could have been the bullets lodged in your abdomen.

Digger was stammering and sliding his hands beneath your body when your caught the lapels of his jacket with a bloody hand to stop him.
“Dig, that’s a waste of time.” You whispered, he didn’t remove his hands but moved them up so that he was holding your torso up to him.
You hissed in discomfort.
“Why did you do that? That was so stupid – why did you-” the words died on his tongue, his eyes welled as they desperately searched your face. You don’t know what he was hoping to see, maybe a sneaky smile to give away that this was all a sick practical joke?
No such luck.
“I don’t know. I just acted.” You mumbled and reached one hand up to his cheek, knowing that he wouldn’t care about the crimson that you were painting over his face, “If I thought about it I would have used you as a shield.”
He huffed a breath to try and sound amused but it was betrayed by the quiver in his voice, “As if you could, you know I’m too pretty for that.”
You smiled and focused Diggers face, his bright weeping eyes, the scruff of his cheek under your hand and the bruise under his eye where you’d accidently whacked him when fleeing from your last job.
“You look a lot prettier than I do right now.” You joked and he shook his head and in doing placed a kiss on the inside of your palm.
“I don’t know what to do.” He admitted after a few moments in silence.
“This is new to me too.” You tried to reassure him he when he adjusted you, you hissed out in pain. Fuck did it hurt.
But, slowly, you could feel the pain ebbing away, you were thankful for it but you knew what it meant and you couldn’t face that. Not yet, not without knowing that Digger would be okay.

“Y/N I’m so fucking sorry.” He mumbled and pushed his head down into the crook of your next, his beard scratched your neck but it was hard to find it anything other than reassuring. Your hand moved from his cheek and into his hair as you gently moved your fingers through it.
“Digger, you don’t have to stay, you don’t have to see this.” You mumbled into his ear. He pulled back so that his face hovered over yours, his eyes were hard and red.

“No, I’m going to be here, I’m going to help you be comfortable.” He whispered, you’d never heard his voice so soft and in the back of your mind you wondered if anyone would hear this tone slip from his lips again because it sounded like he’d created the melody solely for you.

True to his word, he made you as comfortable as he could, after some initial distress he moved you so that you were lay side by side with you wrapped in his oversized jacket when you’d complained of feeling cold. It helped some but you knew that there’d be no relief from the cold for you now, it was in your bones, it was in your soul and it meant that you didn’t have long left.

If Digger understood what it meant then he didn’t show it as he rambled about the time he’d robbed a bank single handed with just a spoon, you smiled and laughed when you needed too, you’d heard this story a million times and each time the utensil changed but the spark because his eyes was gone.
That mischievous glint in his personality had dulled when you’d landed on him bloodied and broken and it was all you could do to hope that it returned at some point after your parting.
You tucked the coat further around yourself and Digger’s face fell and instantly he snuggled closer in the hopes that his body heat would help you.
You were glad that you couldn’t see yourself, with how drained you felt you could imagine how pale, bloodied and purely ghastly you must look. A gruesome visage that you’d become to ward people from a life of crime.
God, how was it so cold?

“I bet you wish I’d just hurry up and leave.” You managed out through chattered teeth.
Digger barely suppressed a wince at the weakness of your voice, “Don’t say things like that. What’s your favourite animal?”
The laugh you gave came out hallow and breathy, “Changing the subject? Good call Harkness. Unicorn’s are my favourite if you must know.”
“You know they’re not real right?” He mocked and leaned down into your ear to let out a deep chuckle at your expense.
“You can’t tell a dying girl that Unicorns aren’t real, don’t you have a heart?” You mocked and your words hit him like the bullets had hit you.
His expression turned serious and he brought his hands to your face and held you softly, he was memorising you, you could see him trying to soak up every detail of your face. The way your nose crinkled when he stunk of beer, the smile you gave at him at his bad jokes and now for the first time he was seeing the path that cold tears made down your cheeks and fear in your eyes.

It was much easier for you to focus on the way he studied you than the darkened blood over his face, your blood. You almost retched, it was like just the sight was enough for your brain to know something wasn’t right but you couldn’t bring yourself to react properly, that was how you knew the time was close.

Still holding your face, Digger finally asked, “What do I do without you?”
You couldn’t stop the sob, did he realise that he was crying?

Your own hands found his face and you wiped away his tears with your thumbs, he was openly sobbing now and if you’d had the strength you would have joined him. He sobbed, his breath hitching as repeated, ‘I don’t know what to do’, over and over.
It was odd, seeing your hands lay still on his face when your body felt like you were shaking so hard that you were vibrating, even his body against yours gave you no comfort.

You held his face still and gave his nose a soft kiss, before kissing both of his closed eyes, and then you gave him your last smile, “Think what would Y/N do right now? And Digger promise me that you’ll find people that care about you, that you can care about. You are so much more than how you present yourself Digger.” You gave his lips a soft kiss, “I love you, remember that.”

You kissed him again softly and he pulled away, “I promise.” He whispered and finally opened his eyes to gaze into yours but they were closed. Your lips were already paling; you had gone before you could hear his promise.

He held your face to his chest to the longest time, sobbing and tangling his hands into your hair. He wailed and prayed and bargained with whoever would hear him but no miracle came and you remained cold.

“Please, please Y/N, I promise, I promise, tell me that you heard.” He whispered as he held you but silence was his only answer. He kissed the tip of your nose and each of your closed eyes like you had done for him before kissing your lips softly and laying you down to rest.

Turning away from you he ran his hand down his face and sobbed when he felt the dried blood on his face crack under the movement, the blood you had spilt saving him.

It was all his fault.


When the Suicide Squad where given the chance to collect their personal affects, after dressing, the first thing that Digger did was pull Pinky out of the trunk. Harley Quinn made her way over next to him and leaned over on her heels to sneak at peak at the doll.
“A unicorn? Aren’t ya a little old for a unicorn doll?” She asked as she rolled her baseball bat over the curve of her shoulder.
“Keep your nose out.” Digger snapped gruffly and slipped a beer can in his large pocket with his other hand.
Harley stomped a heeled foot, “Oh come on, is it ya girlfriends or something?”  She smacked her lips like she was chewing gum.
“Or something.” He snapped and with a pout Harley sauntered off to bother El Diablo about using his powers to impress girls.
Digger squeezed the soft material of the doll once, “Not these idiots but it’ll get this thing out my neck and keep looking.” He mumbled and hoped that somehow, you’d be able to hear him through Pinky, he wanted you to know that he’d keep his promise to keep looking for his place in the world, even though now that was without you.

Pumpkin - 2

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: there was a change of plans with Natasha but only for the better. Who knew Bucky would be such great company to have for shopping?

Author’s Note: it’s so fluffy!! So, this is another part to pumpkin. It has cute Bucky and the reader’s an elemental. the next part would be all cheeky, romantic and angsty. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): sexual humour, swearing, body image issues and negative thoughts.

Word Count: 2100

PART 1, 3

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

‘(Y/N)!!!’ you heard Bucky scream. You giggled at the thought of your plan working. It was always fun to see his angry face. you didn’t know but that anger was something you found adorable and not scary.

Natasha and Wanda, unaware of the whole situation, gave you confused looks.

‘why is he shouting?’ Wanda asked setting her mug aside.

‘oh, just wait.’ You grinned. ‘bitch, shouldn’t have touched my stuff.’ You said. you had decided to pull this prank on Bucky after he had covered your art supplies in silly string. It had taken you hours to clean it up. You knew you had to take revenge, a nice, cold revenge.

‘where is she?!’ Bucky stomped in the room covered in shaving foam. The three of you started laughing hysterically at his condition. How often does one see the winter soldier covered in shaving foam?

‘damn it, Barnes! Need a razor?’ Natasha clutched her stomach as she tried to speak in between laughter.

‘why did you do this?’ Bucky asked trembling in anger.

‘you shouldn’t have touched my stuff.’ You crossed your arms over your chest and stood up. His expression changed like a book of colours before he spoke.

‘guess that makes us even.’ He smiled and wiped the foam off his eyes. ‘here.’ He opened his arms. ‘what about a peace hug?’ he grinned and tried to hug you but you sneaked away.

‘don’t you dare!’ you pointed a finger at him as you ran. You both ran around the common room while Wanda and Natasha cheered you.

‘go (y/n)! save yourself from the foam monster!’ Wanda cheered.

‘shut the fuck up! You don’t know how scary this is!’ you shot her a glare and ducked Bucky’s arms. you flew over the couch using your powers. Bucky in an attempt to get hold of you slipped on the foam and fell.

‘argh, I think I broke something.’ Bucky groaned and clutched his side. You quickly landed and rushed to his side.

‘are you okay?’ you asked with concern.

 ‘oh, I’m perfect.’ He grinned and pulled you in his chest before you could make a move. You rolled on the floor for a while before he let you go.

‘fuck you, Barnes! You messed up my best sweatshirt!’ you sat up wiped off the foam. He got up and offered you a hand which you declined. ‘I literally have no clothes!’ you looked at him.

‘that’s why I’m taking you out shopping.’ He simply stated and fixed his hair.

‘I thought I was going with nat.’ you looked at Natasha and she shrugged.

‘I got busy.’ She said.

‘oh, aren’t you my best friend.’ You said sarcastically.

 ‘now, that I am.’ She got up. ‘come with me you’ve gotta train.’ She said to Wanda and she half-heartedly followed.

‘well, that was fun.’ Bucky said to you. ‘you wanna go to your place first?’ he asked.

‘I have some clothes lying here. I guess, we can change and meet at the garage?’ you looked at him for approval.

‘sounds good to me.’ he shrugged.

 ‘great, I’ll see you in a sec.’ you smiled and left.

‘this better go as planned.’ Bucky thought as he saw you leave.

You were bubbling up of joy at the thought of going shopping with Bucky. You loved spending time with him, not just because he was a great friend of yours but because, you had managed to develop some feelings for him. you first realized it when you found yourself smiling at his laughing face. it just got worse from that moment.

You knew he had no idea about it. nobody you had ever liked did. maybe it was because you were great at hiding emotions or maybe, because you were scared. You were scared of rejection, you were scared of getting that sympathetic look after you had poured your heart out to someone. You knew you weren’t pretty enough, you were always told so. You had learned that if you weren’t pretty enough, you were forbidden to even think about expecting some love back.

‘this is as good as it’s going to get.’ You smiled at the mirror with pain in your eyes. You sighed and headed to the garage.

Bucky waited by his bike as he tapped his feet to a tune stuck in his head. What was taking you so long? He looked at Sam and Steve who were trying to fix something in Steve’s car. They had been trying to do something for the past 2 hours but weren’t able to succeed till now.

‘hey! I’m sorry I’m late.’ You rushed to his side with your little backpack. You never had to wear a cap or something hooded for your ‘suit’ consisted of a long-hooded jacket and pants that allowed movement. You also wore a mask that covered your face from below the eyes so you never had to worry about being recognized.

‘took you long enough.’ He straightened up.

‘we’ll, all thanks to you I had a whole lot of cleaning up to do.’ You said. ‘it even got in my boobs. They felt weird. God, they smell like old spice.’ You looked down through the neck of your sweater and a heat rose to his cheeks.

‘well, you can check it later.’ He turned to his bike to hid his face. how could you make him blush so easily?

  ‘yeah,’ you let go of your sweater. ‘I would really love to learn how to ride a motorcycle sometime.’ You said as you examined the motorbike in front of you. ‘papa had this black one I really adored.’ You said as you looked for your wallet in your backpack.

‘I could teach you, if you want.’ He looked at you.

‘aint the only thing you wanna teach her ride, huh?’ Sam muttered hiding a grin and Steve snickered.

‘what?’ you stopped shuffling through your backpack and looked in their direction.

‘nothing.’ They said in unison as Bucky shot them a glare.

‘let’s just leave these assholes to be and get the hell out of here.’ Bucky said as he signalled you to get on the bike.

‘you really need to get some air, the old fumes from the car seemed to have affected your brains.’ You said as you sat behind Bucky.

You reached the mall and roamed around in search of a good store. You finally spotted one which seemed like a decent place. you both were mostly socially awkward and it was no picnic when you were out in public alone. But, together you would laugh a lot and practically you could conquer the world

‘what about this?’ you picked up a black sweater.

‘what about this? I’ve never seen you wear one.’ He picked out a dress of a deep burgundy colour.

‘it is nice but…’ you hesitated. ‘I walk like a man and it’s so girly.’ You rubbed the back of your neck and he rolled his eyes.

‘that is the point of this whole thing, (y/n)! we are here to get you stuff that makes you look great and less like the guys at a tower.’ He grabbed your shoulders in a joking manner.

‘yeah, okay.’ You said and continued to stroll through the different sections.

after many agreements, disagreements and bad puns you finally headed to the trial rooms.

‘will you come out?’ he asked.

‘yeah just a sec!’ you shouted back. ‘how does this look?’ you walked out hesitantly in deep necked emerald top and the jeans of your size.

‘whoa.’ Bucky was taken aback. You always tried to hide in baggy clothes and seeing you in proper clothes was very special. ‘you look great.’ He smiled brightly.

‘really?’ you rubbed the back of your neck.

really.’ He said and you smiled back before getting in the room again. You both decided on many other clothes before he remembered the dress had picked for you.

‘you planning on ever wearing that dress?’ he asked.

‘okay.’ You groaned and he chuckled. The dress did look good on you but you couldn’t get the zip all the way up. You sighed and decided to ask for help. ‘hey buck?’ you peeked out.

‘yeah?’ he asked.

‘I need a little help.’ You said. he nodded and moved forwards. ‘before you come in,’ you stopped him at an arm’s distance. ‘will you close your eyes, please?’ you asked adorably. He pretended to show that it didn’t affect him at all.

‘fine.’ He closed his eyes and walked in. ‘now what?’ he asked.

‘just,’ you took his hands and guided them to the zip. ‘zip me up.’ You said and he obeyed.

‘all done.’ He said and opened his eyes. ‘you look amazing.’ He breathed.

‘thanks.’ You twirled in you dress. ‘you have a great choice.’ You faced him.

‘I know.’ He said with a smug smile.

‘Jamie?’ you looked at him. and he tore his eyes off you dress to look at you. ‘you better get out or they’ll throw us out of here.’ You simply said.

‘yeah, and I didn’t know you had a mole, right here.’ He pointed at his chest and you hit him lightly. He got out chuckling at how embarrassed you looked.

‘anywhere else you wanna go?’ he asked as he helped you with the bags.

  ‘um, yeah. I need to buy some understuff.’you simply said.

‘wait, WHAT?!’ he asked with wide eyes.

‘you know bras and-‘ you grinned.

‘yeah, I know that but I can’t go in there with you. people already aren’t my fans and going in such a store will only make it weirder.’ He argued.

‘please?’ you gave him the puppy dog eyes but he didn’t budge. ‘I should’ve come with Natasha or Sam or even Pietro.’ You pouted.

‘okay, okay! I’ll come.’ He said grumpily.

‘great!’ you grinned. ‘let’s see…’ you ran your gaze around and found the store you usually bought lingerie from. ‘aha! Come.’ You grabbed his hand and he followed unwillingly.

You were looking around the store and had picked some stuff while Bucky stood there awkwardly. An employee noticed him and decided to approach him.

‘you here with your girlfriend or wife too, sir?’ he asked.

‘what?’ Bucky looked at him. ‘oh,um-‘ he struggled with his words.

‘Bucky!’ you called out.

‘coming!’ he replied. ‘sorry, I’ve gotta go.’

‘we all have to, sir. By the way, you are the only couple who have made me smile today. Have a great day!’ he smiled and Bucky smiled back.

‘what?’ Bucky asked you. ‘I’m only interested if you are showing it to me after trying it on.’ He stated it casually with crossed arm but you could feel your face turn red.

‘shut up!’ you punched him lightly and he snickered. ‘okay, help me get cotton.’ You said and this time it was his turn to turn red. ‘

wha- what?’ he stuttered and you smirked.

‘aww, what happened to the manly James Buchannan Barnes? Can’t find a good pair of panties?’ you teased him.

‘I can.’ He said grumpily and walked away. You shook your head at his childishness and looked around. Your phone buzzed with his message later. You looked around and found him snickering at something.

‘found ‘em, Jamie?’ you walked to his side. He nodded and pointed at a pair of black panties which had ‘spank me’ written behind it. ‘great work.’ You patted his shoulder and carried on to the cash counter.

‘wait, you’re actually getting those?’ he asked with disbelief.

‘yeah, they are cotton and,’ you handed the things to the bag to the cashier and paid the bill. You both exited the mall and you found Bucky looking at you.

‘what?’ you furrowed your brows.

‘you never completed that ‘and’.’ He made quotation marks in the air.

‘I kinda like it.’ you shrugged.

‘what?’ he grinned.

‘says the kinky asshole.’ You said.

‘really? Just when I thought I knew everything about you.’ he said arranging the bags.

‘so what? I am not entirely vanilla.’ You said and he stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

  ‘ooh.’ He teased you with crossed arms.

‘yeah, I’m not entirely kinky either. I am more like vanilla with sprinkles and syrup and stuff.’ You explained.

‘so there’s always room for experimentation?’ he asked and you chuckled and nodded. he busied himself in arranging the shopping bags again.

‘buck?’ you said softly and he hummed in response. ‘thank you.’ you smiled.

‘for what?’ he asked.

‘for everything.’ You grinned and hugged him tightly. He hugged back with a smiled on his face. you pulled back and kissed his cheek. ‘let’s get back to the base.’

He stood there frozen for a while, you out of all people, kissing him even on the cheek was a big thing. He kept a hand on his cheek to preserve the sweet touch and smiled secretly.

‘you coming or what?’ you asked.

‘what? Oh, yup! Let’s get going.’ He followed you. the day couldn’t have gotten better.

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Psalm 40:1-11 (HCSB)
I waited patiently for the Lord,
and He turned to me and heard my cry for help.
He brought me up from a desolate pit,
out of the muddy clay,
and set my feet on a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the Lord.

How happy is the man
who has put his trust in the Lord
and has not turned to the proud
or to those who run after lies!
Lord my God, You have done many things—
Your wonderful works and Your plans for us;
none can compare with You.
If I were to report and speak of them,
they are more than can be told.

You do not delight in sacrifice and offering;
You open my ears to listen.
You do not ask for a whole burnt offering or a sin offering.
Then I said, “See, I have come;
it is written about me in the volume of the scroll.
I delight to do Your will, my God;
Your instruction lives within me.”

I proclaim righteousness in the great assembly;
see, I do not keep my mouth closed—
as You know, Lord.
I did not hide Your righteousness in my heart;
I spoke about Your faithfulness and salvation;
I did not conceal Your constant love and truth
from the great assembly.

Lord, do not withhold Your compassion from me;
Your constant love and truth will always guard me.


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Unexpected // Calum Hood (part 2)

word count : 1.4k

pairing : y/n and calum

requested : yes!!

note : so sorry for the delay, guys! but i was really falling out of love with 5sos. now i’m just in it for the music and the fanfics lol. haven’t edited this so hope you enjoy it!!

p.s. the slfl here is in indonesia so it’s on march if you’re confused with the months and whatnot

(part 1)

You pushed your body to the seemingly endless crowd, trying to find a good spot that was close enough for you to see the band, but also far enough that neither Calum nor the rest of the band could see you. You were crossing your fingers, hoping no one would notice you because you’d just put your plain black sweater on so no one could recognize you as the girl who Calum was searching for. You had no intentions on revealing who you are and you’d really appreciate the heavens if your plan worked out smoothly.

You sighed as you slid next to a girl with official merchandises all over her body. You didn’t want any of this to happen. You were supposed to ask him to sing with you and he wasn’t supposed to notice you. You believed a lot of fans had asked them to sing with them, so you didn’t understand how your encounter could be any different.

You let your gaze dance around the room, studying all the people in it. Just as your eyes fell on the drum, the lighting dimmed and shrieks of excitement filled your ears. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you had waited all your life to see them perform and here you were, somehow winning a chance to this place. Your breath hitched as the band members walked in. You were so going to cry.

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No matter how fucking sophisticated you are, write your freaking best friend a goddamn letter. Because someday, when you’re both sitting in your little apartments in different cities working on plans for your own individual futures, you’re both going to look back and remember that you actually cared enough, you’re going to remember that instead of going through your social media or playing games on your phone, you sat down for five minutes with a pen and paper and etched into history that Go write that letter, thank me later.