your eyes say so much

If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.

Please.

Please.

Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.

Stop.

Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.

Yourself.

Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.

Perfect.

Worthwhile.

Amazing.

Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.



“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

Pear & Blue Cheese Ice Cream

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: (College AU) your neighbor likes to party a lot, you simply needed some peace. or “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

Word Count: 2286

Warnings: so much fluff

A/N: this is my entry for (@sanjariti) Caro’s writing challenge! i hope you like it, queen of fluff™ also, this is posted in advance for Seb’s birthday!!

also, i am such a whore for feedback. ilysm!

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for composition?? I'm a beginner on that and I really love the way you do it

thank you! (again ive never had any real training in any of this) but i would say! know your basic composition rules/template things- golden ratio, golden spiral, etc, first of all. For me personally, i draw a lot of wide open spaces/backgrounds so MOST of my composition are rule-of-thirds ( i really should try the spiral more often). 

second, think about line balances/unbalance. it’s about the mood you want to set. for example, with the first drawing i wanted a very laid-back tranquil mood, so i wanted a sense of balance with my composition with the upward slope of one hill being canceled out with the downward slope of the second. for the second one, however, i wanted some energy, so i sought to create an upset with the lines.

third, i’d consider color balances/ imbalances. colors have SO much say in where your eye travels around the picture (and also im a color FREAK). you can use darker colors to frame a picture if your piece feels too big and empty and you want the focus to narrow down without actually making the canvas smaller:

if you want the viewer’s eyes to just travel around the picture and take the whole thing in, distribute colors evenly throughout the canvas. (sorry it’s so messy, but you get the point) think about the distribution of hue, saturation, and darkness/lightness.

if you want them to focus on that ONE thing, you can concentrate saturation, brightness, warmness etc to make the area pop. i used all three in these drawings!

also! @genicetea has some NEEAATT stuff on drawing the viewer’s eye and contrasts and composition on her twitter so if you want something that actually makes sense go there!

hope that helps a little! and sorry for the long post but you all should really expect that by now :’)

Days in the Sun. (Prince Adam Oneshot.)

to contradict the super smutty asks I’ve been getting and answering, it is I here to remind you that I am truly a romantic binch.

Originally posted by until-the-last-petal-falls

Title: Days In The Sun.
Pairing: Prince Adam x Female!Reader.
Words: 1,273.
Rating: K.
Summary: i just wanted to write a reprise to ‘Days in the Sun’. (I’ll probably post the lyrics themselves on another post!)


Do you ever feel like you’re living in a dream? That sort of euphoric sensation that wraps itself around you, trying to trick you into a reality that was too good to be true? That’s how Prince Adam felt as he stood out on the balcony, holding his first born child in his arms. They were snug in a blanket made by Mrs. Potts, one of their first gifts actually, to keep them warm. Adam himself was wearing nothing other than a pair of soft blue pants and a silk, handmade robe that covered his torso. His hair was tugged into a rather loose hair tie, some of his light hair spilling and framing his face. From the rolling colors in the sky, Adam figured it was nearly dawn. The purples were turning into pinks, and the pinks into light oranges. He couldn’t tell how long he had been awake, but he did wake up first when the moon and stars were the only light you were able to maneuver around in.

Adam looked down at the baby in his arms. Only three months old, amazingly, and he’s gotten quite used to hold them and has even learned the proper way as well. He hadn’t been around a baby in years, let alone hold one on his own. He thought for a moment. No, he’d never actually held one before. Fortunately, he had you to show him because admittedly he was completely clueless. They looked a lot like him, having a swirl of strawberry blond hair. A few shades darker than his actually, but he figured it may lighten up as they grew up. Their eyes were still a gray color and hadn’t decided what color they were going to be. While you hoped that it’s a beautiful mix between his and yours, he’d argue certainly, saying that they need to be your eyes because they held so much love and adoration.

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East of Nowhere - Year Three

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Sam x Female Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part four of a seven part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year.

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

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Warnings: Language, angst, fluff and explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 6600+

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Two Years, Three Weeks

Sex changes things.

You’ve forgotten what it feels like to bask in the glow of a new relationship. The two of you find yourselves in the golden hour when everything is new and exciting, all the previous mundane events of the day seem suddenly thrilling. Now that Sam feels free to touch you, he does so without abandon and his hands seems more present than they did before, squeezing your shoulders at the table before taking a seat across from you, grinning as he nudges your bare feet with his own under the table. It’s glorious, the way one night changed everything about the way you interact. You feel a tingle when he walks into the room, blushing when he catches you looking at him.

For a while everything else is forgotten, research and books and plants are shoved to the back of your brain because you can’t think about anything but Sam and the feeling is mutual. You fuck anywhere and everywhere you can because why the hell not? It’s one of the few perks of being Shadow Hill’s only two residents. This world is yours and yours alone so Sam eats you out as you spread over the counter in the hardware store and you suck on his cock in the Beatrice Thurman Memorial Rose Garden.

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Free Styling 101: Unexpected Suggestions for Where You Should Go and How You Should Dress if You’ve Never Free Styled Before

     We’ve done it, best friend. We have agreed that free styling is the way to go. But if you are anything like me, you’ve known that there was a good argument to free style. You’ve read the posts that say to put on the best clothes you have and to just go out there and do it. Men will knock you over if you just dress up and go to the best bar in town. If you’re anything like me, you read each of those posts and then hopped right back on SA after rolling your eyes. Go free style they say. But there has to be so much more to it right?

     There isn’t. Now, wait a minute. Don’t roll your eyes at me. I don’t like those posts that feel like they’re just trying to throw us to the wolves, but there are some things that they got right. The most important one? 


To learn how to do anything, you’ve got to get out there and do it. 


     Duh. Simple but challenging advice. I’m going to suggest that you free style in a new way. But before we address the new way of doing things, let’s address the problem. Why don’t we free style?

     I think the problem can be answered with one simple phrase: fear of the unknown. That’s silly. One of two things will happen. You’ll meet someone and exchange numbers or you won’t. But let’s get specific. I think we always wonder where we should go, what we should wear, and how we should act. 


Where should you go the first time you free style? Some place you’re already familiar with. 


     Odd advice, I know. But have you ever gone to a restaurant or bar or where ever and been so uncomfortable and felt so out of place that the only thing you could think about was how long it was going to take for someone to recognize you were a fraud and kick you out? How good were you at freestyling that night? 

     Go where you’re comfortable. I don’t care if it’s a local dive bar or college hang out or it’s TGIFridays. Actually, I’d love it if you did go to the TGIFridays in the sort of suburban kind of affluent part of your city. The most interesting people hang out there. 

    Why should you go to a familiar place? Because then you won’t have to stress about what to wear, who will be there, what you should order, how you should behave. You’ve been to this place dozens of times. There’s nothing to think about. Nothing to be nervous about. You can go in with confidence. 


What should you wear? Well, that’s the beauty of starting in your comfort zone. 


What do you usually wear to this place? I don’t care what you wear as long as it’s not ratty sweats and a tee, but even that’s a lie. You can make ratty sweats and a tee super cute with the right accessories. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I leave the house in them. The most important things are your hair and makeup. But Shea, I’m not good at doing my hair or makeup, you say. Well, best friend, that’s why the ancestors helped us create YouTube. The trick is to master the basics. Learn how to apply foundation, put on blush, and maybe some lipstick if you’re feeling fancy. Learn a 20-minute hairstyle that you can’t possibly mess up. The less you do, the less likely you are to look crazy. 


                                         How should you act?


Like yourself. I could point you towards the women who have taken the time to write, in great detail, what you should say to a man that approaches you. But I have several problems with these scripts. The first is these scripts work for them, but you aren’t them. The second is what if the unsuspecting man deviates from the script (which he will)? What will you do when the training wheels are off? What will you do if, in your nervousness, you forget what you’re supposed to say (you will forget)? The third and most important is that pretending to be anyone besides the gorgeous person you are is both an insult to yourself and a supreme waste of your time. Don’t do it. Be you. It is exhausting to be anyone else and will make you look stilted and awkward. Be you. Everyone else is taken. 


             What do you do if a man approaches you?


Unless he’s chocolate wasted or belligerent, you talk to him. He’ll say something to start the conversation. You’ll say something back to keep it going (can’t think of anything to say? check this out) and a conversation will begin. Do you need to be attracted to him? Does he need to be rich? Does he need to be SD potential? No. No. And no. This is target practice best friend. We are not at all invested in whether you meet your SD in a dive bar. In fact, we are already positive that it won’t happen. The point is to sharpen your skills, to get you used to going out with the sole intention of attracting and maintaining the attention of men for as long as you desire. If he approaches, talk to him. You’ll find out what he does for a living. He’ll discover the same about you. Blahblahblah. You get ready to leave. You give the man your sugar phone number.


                                                  Then what?


Then you text him. For a week. Some of you have started pouting. Best friend, I’m sorry. I know some Tumblr blog told you that you’re supposed to be making money on every date you go on every single time you leave your house. I used to think that too, pumpkin. I want you to leave that idea alone. I want you to remember that you’ve had training for every job you’ve ever done and it’s the reason why you could do that job with confidence. This is training. You have one week to get this man to ask you to dinner at a restaurant that you find acceptable given his income (which you should have googled. He did give you his occupation). If you can’t accomplish that, dump him and get back in the bars and find another victim to practice on. If he does agree to dinner in an appropriate location, remember that post on figuring out if he’s cheap? Time to practice that too. At the end of the date, you should know if he’s a cheap or not. 

     What do you do with them when the date is over? That’s up to you. If you like him but still want to sugar you have two options. Keep dating him but don’t let it get so pressing that you lose sight of your sugaring goals. Or you can dump him and move on to the next victim (if you get caught up in love and relationships and feelings easily then this is how you want to go). Tell him you had an amazing time but you don’t think the two of you are the best fit for each other. Done. On to the next.


            What do you do if no one approaches you?


This may happen. The first time I free styled I sat at the bar and realized it was couples night. Great. I had two options. I could wallow in my sorrows, and my gin and tonic or I could pick my ass up and go somewhere else. I chose option two and met a very nice man whose family owned a local snack company. But there’s a chance that you’ll go to location two and no one will talk to you there either. There’s a chance. So you go home, and you restrategize. You figure out if it was you. Were you on your phone all night avoiding eye contact? Did you make eye contact and then quickly drop it thinking this made you look coy and cute (it doesn’t. if you make eye contact hold it for at least five seconds before looking away)? You figure out if it was the location or just an off night. These will happen. You’ll have a lot of them. I hope you have a lot of them. They will be how you learn. They will show you how badly you want this life or if you want it at all. I hope no one approaches you at first. If you give up at the first obstacle, you don’t deserve to win. It sounds mean, best friend, I know. But failure has been my best teacher. It has shown me what I really want and what I really like to talk about. Besides, this is just training remember? We didn’t expect to meet our future SD in TGIFridays.

Best friend, what do you think? Is this a free styling plan that you can get behind until you build your confidence or have I lost my natural mind? Tell me your thoughts and your plans. Let’s talk!

Asthma Attack

Not requested, but this idea has been on my mind for a while because I think we all need worried, concerned boyfriend Shawn. Also who had asthma when they were younger or still have it?? 🙋🏻 I never had bad asthma attacks so sorry if this is inaccurate. Just focus on how adorable worried/protective Shawn is. 

Originally posted by illumeshawn

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Shawn is spending the week in LA to do some writing so he asked you to come along so that you two could spend some time together and explore the city whenever he had time off. You agreed, but you didn’t realize until you were already in LA that it wasn’t a great idea because it made your asthma act up. When you were younger, you used to have really bad asthma. As you grew older, you grew out of it a bit, but you still have to deal with it and worry about it once in a while, but for the most part it doesn’t affect your everyday life.

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Spam

Hello, love bugs! 

Dan x Reader 

warnings- swears, smut

Hi I was wondering if you could make a fanfic where you fall out with Dan (who’s like away somewhere) and he’s like spam texting you and you keep ignoring him, and then he turns up at your door and um… After argument sex!! Haha thanks, ly xoxoxo -anon


“I feel smothered by you. Can I not have one night where I go out with friends and not have you check up on me every five minutes? You’re not my mother Daniel.” Your fingers were quick on your phone as you texted your reply to Dan. You and Dan hadn’t seen each other for nearly a week since he had been gone seeing his parents. Normally you would be at home waiting to see him as soon as possible but it was your best friends birthday and you never get to go out and let your hair loose. Dan didn’t have a problem with you going out with friends. His problem was the picture he saw you post on Instagram of you in a risky type of outfit. Dan doesn’t like to share and he absolutely does not like the thought of a bunch of men looking at you or trying to hit on you.

Your phone beeped back the familiar tone you set only for texts from Dan. You almost didn’t want to read it. His words were probably dripping with sarcasm and sass even if it was only in text form. “You’re right Y/N I'm not your mother but I expect you not to go out like that.” 

“I thought that it doesn't matter what a girl wears. It’s her body and her choice and I don’t need to cater to a man’s opinion.’ Thankfully you were still in the cab going to the club with your friends. You may just go and give him a piece of your mind in person if you weren't already on your way to the party. This was the only thing Dan and yourself ever really fought about. He trusted you with his life. Dan’s problem was trusting everyone else. 

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Roses (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

A/N: There’s a sequel to this imagine!

*Sequel to Roses* Safe Inside (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

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I could’ve chose anybody but I chose you
Ooh ooh

“I’m the Winter Soldier.” 

Even though you always reassured him that you’ll love him forever and that he has your heart indefinitely, his whole being stayed still waiting for your reaction. You sat down on his mattress on the floor, unlacing your sneakers from a long day at work when he broke the news.

“You’re the what?”

“I’m the Winter Soldier.” Bucky said again. “I was an ex-assasin created by HYDRA.”

“Ex?”

“I don’t do that anymore.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What did you used to do?”

“I killed people, Y/N.” He looked down at his bare feet, not wanting to look you in the eye as he shared his deepest secret with you. “I killed for them.”

“How does it work?”

“Why do you wanna know?”

“Because I wanna know if it was really you who killed the people you say you killed.”

You nodded along as Bucky explained how the whole process worked and the type of torture he endured during his time with HYDRA. You were shocked at his revelations. Bucky was so sweet, so kind, and the person he described was merciless and cruel and you could never imagine Bucky being someone like that. 

The Bucky you got to know the past five months was quiet and wouldn’t hurt a fly. He stayed to himself in his tiny apartment with one mattress in the middle of it. You grocery shopped for him and you cooked for him and made his “bed.” You fell in love with him. The Bucky that you know would kiss you on the forehead in the middle of the night and surprise you with undercooked pancakes and burnt bacon on your first day at a new job. He was the Bucky who was so scared to open up to you. And now you know why.

Help me get better, you pull me right out of the blue
Oh oh

“That wasn’t you.”

“You’re not the first person to tell me that, Y/N.” He laughed bitterly. “But yet, I still feel like it was me doing all that.”

“Do you feel remorse?”

“Now, yeah, I do. But at the time, I don’t remember feeling anything.” 

You walked towards him and placed a hand in the middle of his chest. You were surprised that he didn’t flinch when you did. He usually does when your hand was anything near his left arm. “As long as your heart is beating, Bucky Barnes is still inside of you. You are still him.”

“I-I need to show you something.” Bucky’s voice was shaky as he started to take off his long sleeve top. You have never seen him shirtless.

Your eyes widened as you saw the shiny metal where his left arm was supposed to be at. The red star reflected off the beating sun coming from your window. “What happened?”

“Ever since they had me under their control, its been there.”

“May I?” You asked, tracing the vein leading to his shoulder blade. He closed his eyes and nodded. You felt him flinch as you ran your index finger along the bridge where flesh met metal. Bucky let out broken sighs, eyes still closed. You placed your lips on the part where your finger once was. His eyes bolted open, feeling the new sensation on himself. He gulped as he saw you kissing the area where he starts to hate himself the most. 

And daddy don’t like you, but daddy and I never speak
Ee ee
Every night when I wake up I need you to get back to sleep
Ee ee

That night, you slept over at his apartment, feeling more connected to him. He walked out the restroom without a shirt on. It would take a while to get used to it. But in a good way.

“I-Is this okay with you?” He asked, his jaw trembling. “I can put on a long sleeve if you want me to. I dropped a bomb on you like that, I understand if you need some ti-”

“Don’t, Bucky.” You smiled reassuringly. “Come lay with me.” 

He nodded looking at your face for some kind of sign to stop. His metal hand shook as he inched closer to you. You held both his hands and guided him to his usual spot on the bed. Bucky let out some air through his nose as you made yourself comfortable. You laid down so you could face each other with his metal arm draped over your waist. 

“Thank you for not running.”

“Why would I go?”

“It’s not easy to open up to somebody like that.”

You held his metal hand, rubbing your thumb against the top of it. “Why did you open up to me?”

“There’s something about you.” Bucky explained. “Back before I became the Winter Soldier, I used to go on a lot of dates.”

You laughed softly, “Are you trying to brag now, Mr. Barnes?”

“No, just wait. I promise I have a point.” He chuckled. “So anyway, the way those girls looked at me was purely lust. None of them ever truly liked me for who I was. They liked my charm and my looks, maybe. But that’s it. Then I became this killing machine and the way people looked at me was heart wrenching. They looked at me with fear in their eyes and like their lives flashed before their eyes. And HYDRA, god, the way the looked at me made me feel like an object. Like I was something they could toss and throw away once they’re done with me.”

“You’re not with them anymore, you’re with me. You’re safe.”

Bucky continued, “And you. The way you look at me. It’s something I’ve never seen before. You care about me. Your eyes say so much, so much that you don’t have to say. I feel like I’ll be okay somehow when I’m with you. I never felt such reassurance from somebody before. And I can only hope you feel the same way.”

“I love you. I do, I really do. I love you so much, Bucky.” You said, kissing his lips after each word.

“I love you so much.” 

You could’ve chose anybody but you chose me
Ee Ee

The next morning was like every other. Except he was still shirtless, walking around flipping pancakes in his pan. You helped him cook them this time. Your perfect Saturday morning could be described as this.

Even though his apartment was tiny and his only furniture was an antique tv and a mattress in the middle of the floor, life was so good. Life was good wherever Bucky was. 

“Breakfast is served.” Bucky smiled, flopping the perfectly golden pancake on your paper plate. “Doll, we gotta get some furniture, don’t we?”

“I don’t know, I kinda like this arrangement.” You shrugged. “Less stuff to trip over.”

“And yet you trip over my mattress at least once a week.” He laughed as he leaned against the stove. 

“That happened one time!”

“Yeah,” He snorted. “One time per visit.”

“Screw you, Barnes.”

Hiding in bedsits cause no one around us agrees
Ee ees

You spent the rest of that day cuddling and talking about all the things he experienced all throughout his life. Bucky told you all about the 1940′s and how much he can’t believe how time has changed. He showed you his favorite song growing up which led you guys to dance, horribly, over his mattress. Bucky was a great partner, you , on the other hand, weren’t.

Once the song ended, he doubled over in fits of laughter, making remarks about how many times your feet tangled or you stepped on his feet. This earned him a slap on the stomach while he covered his face as he giggled like a school girl. 

“What about you? Tell me about what you’ve been through.”

“I don’t have nearly as much experience as you do.”

“So what? I still wanna hear it.”

You told him all about how you graduated as valedictorian of your high school and how you got a full ride scholarship to your state’s best university. But you wanted to major in something different from your parents and the rest of your family. They looked down on you for choosing something “below the family name.” You were shunned. That’s how you ended up where you ended up. Before you could cry, you asked him more questions about growing up.

“My best friend is Captain America.” He said as if he was in disbelief of the words he was saying. “Yeah, wow, my best friend is Captain America. Little Stevie is Captain Ameri- wow.”

“You seem like you’re still in shock.”

“I am.”

And I feel romantic cause since morning I’ve been at the wine
I, I
Shall we eat all the poison and leave all the questions behind
I, I

At 7PM, you unscrewed a bottle of wine and drank out of paper cups. There were so many memories retold that night. From 1940′s dances to 2010 raves, everything was said. No questions about HYDRA or your family were asked. He asked you about your aspirations and your goals and what kept you up at night. He asked about your worst childhood nightmare and your recurring dreams. Bucky asked about why your favorite song was your favorite and why you like lyrics over beats. He asked about your favorite lip balm because he tastes something different each time he kisses you.

He asked about things that weren’t important, not because he feared that you would close of from him and vise versa but because he knows there will come a time where you will tell each other everything. Every excruciating detail about your lives before each other, but tonight, it wasn’t the night for that. It was the night for musical reenactments and ice cream toppings. 

And all the chemicals and alcohol make for a volatile love
But stay with me
Just stay with me

Last night, with much too many sips of red wine, you both became tipsy.

“Move in with me.” Bucky slurred, fingers wrapping themselves in your tangled hair. 

“What?”

“Move in with me.” He said again. “We’ll buy furniture. I’ll take that one job offer from the construction sight two blocks from here. We can make it work.”

“Bucky..”

“What do you say?”

You stared at his glossy eyes, begging for a ‘yes.’ Your heart melted at the sight. “Yes, Bucky. I’ll move in with you.”

That meant the next morning, you left extra early to pick up your belongings from your apartment and notify your landlord that you will be leaving. Your heart swelled at the idea if waking up next to Bucky every single day. You were gonna build a life with him. Even with his past, you were still so in love with him. If it was even possible, you fell for him even more. 

Your landlord did not expect such a short notice but you were determined to let him know you would not stay in the apartment. You packed two bags with your clothes and important documents. The rest of your items, you left, making a mental note to send a moving van to pick it up for you. 

Smiling, you walked out your old apartment complex and got in a car to Bucky’s place. It was typically a five minute ride but here you were ten minutes later, looking out the car window seeing people scream, run, and panic. 

You leaned over and paid the driver, taking your things and walking towards Bucky’s apartment. When you got there, there were caution tapes all around the area. What happened?

And I never wanna lose you but I feel that this closeness will tear us apart
But stay with me
Stay with me

You ran towards the entrance, only to be stopped by the police. “Ma’am you can’t enter.”

“What happened?”

“There has been a breach in national safety. We evacuated everyone from this building.” 

Bucky.

You clicked on one, over and over again, Bucky being your emergency contact. The line would beep, then stop. All going to voicemail. 

“Bucky, where are you?”

Your head ached as the smell of gun powder filled your senses. Bucky, where are you? Your chest rose quickly as your breathing became irregular. Bucky, where are you? 

“Ma’am, are you okay?”

The voice was fading. Bucky, where are you? You became dizzy, dropping your bags and collapsing to the floor. Bucky, where are you?

“Fuck,” The policeman ducked to get under the caution tape to aid you. “Someone call an ambulance! Call her emergency contacts! Call an ambulance!”

Smells like roses to me
Two young lovers at sea
Tastes so bitter, so sweet
You’re my bang, together we go bang bang bang

“Barnes, your phone keeps going off.” The guard holding Bucky said. “Comes from someone named Y/N.”

His heart ached as he heard your name. Today was supposed to be the day he starts over. With you. Start a new life and be in love forever. But now, he’s stuck in National Security with his hands behind his back. He knew it was too good to be true. Someone like him, a monster, didn’t deserve happiness. He didn’t deserve you.

Those few months with you was all he will ever get. That’s more than he deserved. 

“Turn it off.” 

-

*Sequel to Roses* Safe Inside (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

My Last Imagine: Often (Sebastian Stan Imagine)

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I’m Not Him

Jughead x Reader. 

Prompt: The reader is in a bad relationship with one of the jocks, when they get into a huge fight she goes to see her Jughead, her best friend. Jughead tries to convince her she deserves better. 

Originally posted by marorra

I’m Not Him 

“No, your an ass-hole!” You shout, pushing his chest away from yours. You look up to meet his cold eyes, like he was feeling nothing about this whole situation. How he didn’t even care about how he had hurt your feelings. The countless times he had made you feel “unworthy”. The dates he stood you up on. The time you thought were romantic, personal moments between the two of you, but he left you the minute you looked away. Always finding something better. 

“Don’t over-react Y/N. Not again” he sighs, rolling his eyes yet again.
“Over react?! It’s our 5 month anniversary and you don’t even care! You’d rather spend it one some stupid guys night out?”
“Hey! I am always letting you go off to spend nights with Veronica and Betty, I never complain then!”
“Okay, one, when I spend those nights with my friends, it’s not on our anniversary or when we’ve made plans. And excuse me? You “let me” spend time with my friends?“
"You know I didn’t mean it like that” he rolls his eyes again. Is he serious right now? You feel your blood start to boil in your veins as your anger rises. You press your hand into a fist behind your back, your nails digging into the palms hard. 

“I don’t care what you meant. I’m leaving” you sigh, biting your lip to stop it from quivering. You grab your jacket and bag from the floor next to the couch you were both sitting on and rush over to the door.

“Come on Y/N. Chill the fuck out. It’s not like we were going to do anything special” he scoffs. Clearly not remembering how you’d confided in him. How a few weeks ago in a heated moment where he had tried to take off your clothes you promised him that you would make your anniversary special. Giving him your virginity was something so special to you, it showed how much you trusted him, how much you cared, how much you loved him.
Clearly it meant nothing to him.

“Fuck you” you whisper, hoping he heard you as you walk out the door, slamming it behind you.

The cold hit you as you walked the empty, dark streets. The thin jumper you picked up this morning was perfect for the cool breeze of morning but when it became night, the thin layer was not enough to save your skin from the air. You shivered, hugging your arms as you walked. Where to go? Not home, he would think of that, be there waiting for you, waiting to make up. With blood still boiling you decide to walk far and fast. No particular direction, just any way to distract yourself.

“Y/N?” asks a voice in the darkness, making you jump. With worried eyes you look around, suddenly realising where you had walked to. A movie plays in the background to an almost empty drive in. The voice coming from your best friend who was leaning against the door to the projection room. His crown perfectly settled on his head as usual, proving to the world how much of a prince he really was, despite so many people being unable to realise it.

“What are you doing here?” Jughead asks, talking over the movie which you realise is Pretty In Pink, a classic, and one of your favourites. It was the scene where Andie confronts Blane about their prom, shouting at him to admit he is ashamed of her. How ironic.

“I just needed to breathe” you sigh, your breath appearing like a cloud of smoke in front of your face.
“You look freezing” he rushes over to you, pulling off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders. When he gets up close he looks at you properly. His intense stare looking at every detail on your face.
“Thanks Juggie” you force a smile on your lips.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” he asks, looking down at you, never breaking his gaze, clearly concerned. Why did he have to be so perfect. He cared so much that it felt inhuman sometimes. He cared for everyone, was always there for Archie in times of need, when Betty needed calming down or cheering up, he was always there. But sometimes that looked like nothing compared to how he looked out for you. Whenever there was the slightest glint of sadness or anger on your face he was there, within seconds he would be making you smile, cuddling you when you felt lonely, bringing Pop’s take out to your house with a movie to cheer you up before you had even text him to ask if he was free. It’s like he knew you better then you knew yourself.

Bringing you inside the projection room he walks behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your arms trying to warm you up as much as possible. You both sit down on his mattress laid out on the floor in the corner. You had constantly offered Jughead a place to stay at your house, your parents loved him and would do anything for him, but Jughead knew your boyfriend. Knew how jealous he would get, and he didn’t want that drama at school. Drama was never something Jug voluntarily got into unless it was to protect someone else.
“So, are you going to tell me what brings you out here so late at night?” He asks with a sigh, lifting his arm up to lazily swing it around your shoulder, bringing you in closer so you can lean against his chest. You sigh happily in the comfort of the moment. All the anger you had early started to fade away as you melted into his arms.

“Just… It’s just him” You hear Jughead sigh. He knew exactly what he was like, his habit of lowering your confidence, making you beg for his attention as if he was a God you had to worship. From the beginning Jughead had shown his distaste for your taste in men, the amount of times he told you to leave him but you never paid attention. You thought you knew what love was, but if this was it, was it really worth it?

“What has the ass-hole done now?” he asks, squeezing your shoulder, pulling you closer into his chest, if that was even possible.
“He’s decided he wants to miss our anniversary for a guys night out”
“Y/N” he says sympathetically. “He’s a dickhead. I’m not surprised…”

Listening to Jughead rant was not what you needed right now. He lectured so many times about him but now was not the time for another lesson.
“Jughead stop. Please!” You shout, louder then you had intended too but the anger in you had started to rise again. You push yourself away from his chest, sitting up to look at him directly. He stops mid-sentence, just staring at you. “I can’t listen to this right now. I know you hate him. I know. You are my best friend, that’s what I need you to be right now! I don’t want you to tell me how he’s a dick, how he keeps doing this because I know he does! I’m the one who’s had to put up with it first hand! I don’t want it repeating for me by you, not now!” You shout, your eyes watering in the moment. It felt like everyone was against you. Like everyone wanted to treat you like shit. Like a child who couldn’t understand, or a toy for them to play with. You look away from Jug, towards the wall where he had posters hanging loosely, despite this you could still feel his eyes gazing at you.

“Fine.” Jughead says, finally breaking the silence that had fallen between you two. “Fine. I won’t say anything else about him ever again. As long as you listen to me know Y/N” He grabs your hands, pulling your attention back towards him. He softly strokes the pad of his thumb against your hand, a soothing gesture which makes you breathe deeply, calming yourself. He looks at your eyes deeply. “Y/N, you deserve so much better. I can say he’s a jerk all I want, I know that won’t change your feelings. But I just want you to know the way he treats you is bullshit. You are the most intelligent, funny, beautiful, fantastic girl I know. Any guy would be the luckiest man on Earth to even have a chance to be with you. You deserve the world. The whole galaxy even and he can’t even bring you a star.”

“Jug…” you say, speechless to his words.

“I know I’m not him but if I was then I would be fighting everyday to make you the happiest girl ever.”

You sit there for a second. Trying to find the right words to say to your best friend. The guy you had known since childhood, yet you had never seen this side to him. Never felt so special, so speechless, so loved. In a rush you lean forward, placing your lips delicately on his. It takes a second for him to respond, but soon he kisses you back. A hand cupping the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. He smiles into the kiss, pressing his lips hard on yours, rough and desperate. I move closer, placing my leg over his so I was straddling him. He bites my lower lip and sucks harshly, making me moan into the kiss. My hand lands on his chest, the other going to his hair, pulling off his beanie along the way. I gently tug his hair, making his moan as well. After a minute I break the kiss, looking down at him as he catches his breath. I look down and smile.

“Jughead. You are my world” I say honestly. A smile breaks out on his face as he raises his head, delicately pressing his lips back on mine.

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Silence

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Insert 

Genre: fluff

Words: 594

Summary: you have to stay in bed due to a bad run, and every night you have a visitor. 

Notes: it’s been a while. i wrote this little diddy enjoy 

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CS FF: Man Flu

Summary: It’s Killian and Emma’s first wedding anniversary, but Killian is sick and has no clue what day it is.  To make matters worse, he is driving Emma crazy as she takes care of him.

Rating: PG

Note: So many men are big babies when they get sick (apologies to any men who may be reading this), so I thought the same could be true for our former pirate.  This goes back and forth between Emma and Killian’s POV.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Man Flu: Part 1/1…

~Emma’s POV~

Today is our first wedding anniversary.  This first year of marriage to Killian has been the happiest of my life.  

Minus the last three days, that is.  When I said the vows in sickness and health, I never imagined this.  

I squeeze my eyes closed as the ringing once again fills my ears. Why did I give Killian that damn bell?!  He’s been ringing it incessantly for the last two days.  I thought it would be an improvement over him bellowing my name every five minutes, but I was sorely mistaken.  

Three days ago, Killian came down with a cold. The usual: scratchy throat, cough, runny/stuffy nose.  But you would have thought the man had contracted the plague.  He hasn’t left our bed and complains about every little symptom.  Here’s a man who has lost his hand, been hit by a car, been stabbed, nearly drowned, been tortured, and actually died.  I’m sure in his more than 200 years he’s endured even more than that.  But somehow the common cold brings him to his knees.  

There’s a name for this.  Man flu.  Basically, men act like babies when they become even slightly sick.  Apparently, my brave, strong, resilient pirate isn’t immune to such an affliction.  And now I must also suffer.

The bell rings again, followed by a pitiful moan of “Emma”.

“Coming,” I grumble, as I head up the stairs.

I find him in our bed, the comforter pulled up around his neck.  Tissues are strewn everywhere. His hair is sticking up in all directions and his nose is red.  His blue eyes are watery.

I come to stand before him, hands on my hips.  "You rang?“

"Love, do you think perhaps you could close the curtains?  I’m afraid the sunlight is hurting my sensitive eyes.”

I bite my lip, but nod.  "Sure.“

I walk over to the window and pull the curtains closed.

"Not quite that much.  I enjoy a bit of light.”

I feel my fists clench as I pull the curtains open a little, nearly pulling them off the rod with my vice-like grip.  

“Better?” I ask.

“Perfect,” he says, offering me a weak smile.  "Thank you.“

"Can I get you anything else before I go?” I ask.

“You’re leaving?” he croaks.  

I sigh. “Killian, I’ve been waiting on you for three days. I have a job, you know.  I’m surprised this town hasn’t been destroyed by monsters yet.”

“My apologies for being so much trouble,” he mumbles.

I roll my eyes.  I know what he’s doing and it won’t work.  

“Look, you have your cell phone right there.  If you need me, just call and I’ll be back in no time at all.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” he mutters. “I’m sure I can fend for myself in my weakened state. After all, I’ve cared for myself most of my life.”

I roll my eyes again and walk over to him, placing a kiss on his lips against my better judgment.  I don’t really want to risk getting sick, but a kiss usually placates him for a bit.

“You’ll be fine.  I told you.  It’s just a cold.”

“I beg to differ.  I feel as if I am on my deathbed.  It must be scurvy.”

“For the thousandth time, it is not scurvy.”

“With all due respect, love, you aren’t a doctor.”

“True, but I do know how to google.”

“What?”

“Look stuff up on the, as you would say, computer box.”

“Oh. Proceed.”

“And you have none of the symptoms of scurvy.  It’s also very rare in modern times, mostly occurring in poor countries due to malnutrition.  What you have is the common cold.”

“There’s hardly anything common about it.  I don’t see why I can’t be given some medicine to cure this infernal disease.”

“Because there’s no cure for the common cold, which, by the way, is not a disease.  You just have to ride it out.  You can relieve the symptoms like we have been doing with over-the-counter drugs, but there’s not much else you can do.”

“I suppose I’ll just suffer then.”

I wait for him to acknowledge our anniversary, but he’s so delirious from the meds and distracted by his constant whining, that I am pretty sure he doesn’t have any idea what day it is.  

I try to hide my disappointment, as I hook my thumb in the direction of the door.  "Ok, I’m going to go now.  Call me if you need me.“

"Goodbye, love,” he says as I exit the room.

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I’m here

Taeyong comforts you after a really shitty day. You don’t think you deserve such a great boyfriend.

for @cremethorns this was supposed to be a different idea but i didn’t like it anymore so i changed it to this. i like it though and hopefully my good buddy carmen does too ^^ enjoy

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I fell in love with you, The way People did back in the 40’s.
Little by little Then All at once Then Everything Else just Became Lovable. 
I fell in love with your smile, As it Lit up the road as we drove from Point A to Point B.
I fell in love with your laugh, because it echos across the world and comes right back to me.
I fell in love with the way you grip the steering wheel, as you get nervous driving on the highway.
I fell in love with the way you look at me and As you look back at the road I can hear your thoughts about me.
I fell in love with your fingertips running across my forehead brushing my hair out of my face.
I fell in love with the way you say my name, and as much as I hate my name you make me love it so much.
I fell in love with the way you stare at me and tell me how amazed you are that you found me.
I fell in love with the way you have to fall asleep touching a part of me, Even if its just your finger tip on my side.
I fell in love with the way you chase the light in my eyes.
I fell in love with your eyes, and how they say so much.
I fell in love with your lips and how they look and feel like home.
I fell in love with your hugs and how I can feel and see the future with you.
I  fell in love with the way you tell me everything.
I fell in love with your sailor mouth, and how you laugh when I curse.
I fell in love with how I can talk about work and you actually respond in a way that no guy has ever.
I fell in love with your tattoo, because it show that you just don’t care what people say.
I fell in love with the way you amaze me everyday, with all the support you give me. 
I fell in love with your hair, and how it sticks up in the back.
I fell in love with your perfect smile and how you raise your eyebrows at me, and call me crazy.
I fell in love with the way you only slept an hour with me that night we first held each other. 
I fell in love with your ability to love me even when I’m stupid and trying to tell you're completely wrong even though I know you’re right. 
I fell in love with your funny birthmarks. 
I fell in love with your ridiculous thoughts when you’re deprived from sleep.
I fell in love with your arms and how they wrap around my body perfectly.
I fell in love with the way you look at me like I’m the entire universe to you.
I fell in love with your funny tickle spots, and how you laugh at everything I say.
I fell in love with the way you always ask if I’m okay, or if I’m sick.
I fell in love with the way you kiss me and how each and every time you make me feel like I’m flying.
I fell in love with the way you beat on the steering wheel like it’s a drum when you’re listening to hardcore music, and how you try to do the deep scream or growls. 
 I fell in love with the you kiss or rub my forehead or the back of my hand randomly or any bone that hurts.
I fell in love with you, The way you fell in love with me.
As soon as I met you I just knew..
—  I Chose You..
Unanswered

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

A/N: This was requested by anon three days ago and I’m not going to put the request here because thats spoils it. I almost forgot about the request tbh so sorry anon. I hope this is what you wanted.

Summary:You have a secret to tell Thorin

Warnings: Ugly Crying 

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You watch as Thorin plays with your baby boy. It had been four years since the Battle of the Five Armies, three since you were married to Thorin, and two since you had your son, Frerin II. He looked all over Thorin, but with h/c hair and e/c eyes. He was such a blessing after all the grief.

“Is something wrong love?” Thorin asks, picking Frerin up from the carpeted floor and moving to the bed where you were currently sat. You give him a small smile.

“Of course not, love. I was just thinking about how much of a blessing you both are,” you tell him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He smiles at you and lays on the bed.

“Adad! Me want play,” Frerin grumbles, pouncing on his father’s belly. Thorin grunts and recoils. You laugh, reaching over to grab your son from doing more damage to your husband. “It’s time for bed, sweetheart,” you tell him, standing.

“I want sleep here, amad,” he tells you and you look at your husband. He shrugs and you smile. “Well I guess we can allow that,” you say and he jumps out of your arms and onto the bad. Thorin stands and the both of pull back the covers to let Frerin in and you both get into bed once he settles down.

You both move closer to him and you look at your little family. You’re little family that’ll soon come to an end.

The next day, you wander the halls, trying to look for Balin. Thorin said that he had given Balin a break today. He wasn’t as young as he used to be and deserved rest days.

You turn the corner and you bump into someone. The hand steadies you and you find Dwalin. You smile at him.

“Where’s the little one?” Dwalin asks. You usually always had Frerin with you unless it was a special occasion where one of his cousins wanted to watch him and today was that day.

“With Kili and Tauriel. Practice, you know?”

He just grunts and moves to walk pass you.

“Where’s Balin by the way. I wish to speak with him,” you ask him. “In the library. He’s supposed to be relaxing and yet he still somehow finds a way to work,” Dwalin scoffs before walking off. You roll your eyes and make your way to find Balin.

You find him easily in the back of the library, sitting at a table and reading a book on hobbits. Interesting read. You take a seat in front of him and he looks up from his book to address you.

“Hello, milady,” he says, closing the book and you glare at him. “Sorry, y/n. Force of habit,” he tells you and you shake your head. “What can I do you for?” He asks and suddenly your nerves come back. You had not even told Thorin about this. You hadn’t told anyone in fact. The only person that knows is Oin and an elf by the name of Hildrohim.

“Balin. There’s something wrong with me and I don’t know how to tell Thorin,” you start and he looks a bit confused. Last he checked, you were completely fine.

“What is it lassie? You know you can speak to me about anything,” Balin says, reaching over to grasp your hand in his. You look away as tears start gathering in your eyes.

“I-. I went to see Oin because I’ve been feeling weak for the past couple of months. Just completely tired and overwhelmed all the time. It’s like my entire body shut down. When I went to him, he gave me all these medicines and I always came back because nothing worked. He asked Thranduil for his best healer and an elf by the name of Hildrohim came and we met in Dale at Bard’s home. After doing a few examinations, he said that there was an incurable sickness within me,” you say, letting out a sob.

Balin comes over to you and pulls you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and his go around your waist.

“I’m dying and I don’t know how to tell Thorin or Frerin or anyone. I’m such a failure,” you hiccup.

He rubs your back.

“It’s okay, y/n. It’s completely understandable. It happens,” Balin says. “But the life that we have built together was so amazing and I’m about to rip it a part because of something I can’t control and I can’t even tell Thorin!”

“Y/n. It is like you said. This is something you can’t control and Thorin will understand,” Balin replies. “But he’s already had so much taken away from him. His home, his parents, his brother. I would hate to cause him more pain,” you sob again and he just pulls you closer. You just continue to cry into him, wishing that you had never met Thorin so you wouldn’t be able to cause him so much pain.

A throat clears and you lift your head to find Thorin. You spring apart and try to wipe your tears. Balin is wiping away a few tears of his own. He dismisses himself, patting Thorin on the back on the way out.

“How much have you heard?” You ask, sniffling. “All of it,” he replies, reaching out a hand as if to not frighten you. You take it and he pulls you into a hug and the water works start going yet again with you just apologizing over and over and over again.

He pulls back and cups your face in his hands.

“Amralime. It is not your fault. None of this is ever your fault. You have brought so much joy in my life and everyone’s life you could never disappoint me. I just wished you had told me sooner. That way, I could love you up as much as possible,” he says, eyes searching yours.

“But you have lost so much-,”

“And I have gained so much by loving you. I will always love you and I will continue to love you until the end of my days,” he tells you and you pull him into another hug, hoping and praying to Mahal that you are given more than just two months to live. 

Thorins hopes and your prayers go unanswered and the Queen Under the Mountain ceased to exsist. The only happiness left for the King is his one and only child. The child that reminds him of the woman he had loved and had lost and everyday he wished their prayers hadn’t gone unanswered.


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Foreigner {3}

Jackson Wang X Reader

Fluff~Fluff

Word Count: 1,312

Anon asked: OMG! The dating Jackson one was so perf! <3 Could we maybe get a little Jackson fluff? Like maybe you are new to Korea and he’s one of the first people you run into and he’s just super sweet and helpful…or whatever you want!

Summary: You moved to Seoul, Korea only to find out that everything is so different than back home. Seeing you struggle to navigate, a man walks up to you to provide help but soon realizes you’re much more than a confused girl on the sidewalk (✿´‿`)

A/N: First off, I really like this request! Second, I’m in love with this gif. Third, I’ll update the next chapter sometime tomorrow!

(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for got7 ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)



Originally posted by kpopeyton

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3


“You are an amazing person”
“You’re beautiful and caring,”  
“When I’m with you, it’s like the world stops.”

 The events of last night played in your head on a loop. You had the hardest time falling asleep and the only thing you wanted to do was snuggle yourself into Jackson’s chest and have him hold you. You couldn’t get him off your mind.

“I thought I did something wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He loosened his grip on you so he could rest his forehead on yours. You both looked into eachother’s eyes, saying so much without using any words at all. Jackson’s hands rested on your lower back while your’s were on his shoulders.
“____?”
“Yeah?”
“Please give this a chance.”
“Okay.”

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Hi! This one is to remind you that YOU are beautiful and worth it, no matter what people say or believe. xx

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Beautiful.

Harry knew that was the last word to come up to your mind whenever you looked at yourself in the mirror. Every time you rolled your eyes at his compliments it got more and more evident.

His heart ached each time he saw you trying to avoid your reflection in the glass, in an attempt to not remember the untrue fact you had taken for granted. It hurted even more when you refused to let him take you a picture, always putting as an excuse you wouldn’t look good anyway.

He loved your smile

But you didn’t, you always covered it with your hands.

He loved your laugh

But you didn’t, you replaced the ethereal giggles with low sniggers.

And he hated it.

He couldn’t believe how the mean words of people who were nothing to you, could create such a hideous impact in the wonderful being you really were.

Nobody should do that, nobody in the world had the right to destroy somebody’s life like that.

You moved your eyes away from the book you were reading, feeling his intense gaze all over you “Is everything okay?” he stayed quiet, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “You’re so beautiful.” It was no surprise for him to see you roll your eyes as you told him to stop “Hey, don’t look away… I really mean it” you shook your head, sighing “Love, please… why can’t you see-” “Stop it! Don’t you think I haven’t tried to find anything worth it in myself before? I have, so many times… but there’s nothing Harry! not even a single thing. C’mon look at my face, look at my body-” Harry couldn’t resist anymore the sight of your eyes filling with tears as the words rushed out from your mouth. He cupped your cheeks, rubbing your cheekbones with his thumbs “Calm love, don’t cry. You are so worth it, so beautiful. Let me show you please, let me demonstrate you why you should love yourself as much as I do” you closed your eyes, a tear sliding down the surface of your skin “Please” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your lips. You slightly nodded.

He pushed you delicately onto the sofa until you laid on it and he was straddling you “Where do I begin? there are so many things” you blushed, not used to that sort of words “Your eyes… they are gorgeous. Look at that sparkle in them. They say so much about you, about your kind soul” he placed a feather kiss on both of them.

His next stop was at your lips. He stared at them: its colour, its shape, its softness “Your lips are my favourite part, specially when they smile, when guffaws slip out of them” with his ringed index finger he began to trace them “You have no reason to be ashamed of your laugh or the way you grin, because it’s marvelous” the curvature at the corner of your lips gave a cheerful sensation to the boy “Lovely” he leaned to leave a slow, long kiss. His hands travelled to your hips and tickled the area making heavenly sounds escape your mouth “That’s the sound I’ve been yearning to hear for so long” he laughed along with you, filling the atmosphere in the room with your unique chuckles.

When the laughs ceased he looked at you straight in the eyes as he lifted your shirt, exposing your belly. You motioned to stop him, comfort walking out of your system. That was your body part you disliked the most. You reckoned It was repulsive, not worth of any love. “No, Harry-” “Shh” He slid down to spread pecks all over it “Your tummy is absolutely perfect” you flinched “No, it’s n-” “So cute and soft. The perfect pillow to fall asleep in” he nuzzled it.

“Wait here, I’ll be back. Don’t move!” the tattooed boy rushed out of the room and left you there thinking. A lump had made its home in the back of your throat as you listened to his loving words. You truly appreciated what he was doing, nobody before had tried to boost your confidence in such a sweet way. He was building a glint of optimism in you, something you hadn’t felt for what felt like ages.

Not too long after he returned, his curls bouncing slightly with every step he took. You looked over to see what he brought, finally finding one of your lipsticks wrapped in between his fingers. “What did you bring that for?” he returned to his straddling position “As words aren’t enough to you, I’m afraid I’ll have to “tattoo” them” you let out a shy smile, and before you could bury your face in your hands he was fast to stop you.

He got rid of your t-shirt and, for once in the last years, you didn’t feel uncomfortable. He positioned himself between your legs, in order to have better access to write all over your tummy “Your belly is… cute!” the next thing you felt was the cold tip of the stick tracing the word in your skin, the same happened after every word uttered “Pretty” “Lovely” “Stunning” “Alluring” “Sexy” the last word was accompanied by a smirk that brought redness all over your face. “Look at this, your tummy is filled of words that don’t even get close to how I feel about your body” He stroked all your curves and edges gently “However, there’s one word missing, the most important one. Could you refresh my memory?” You locked eyes with him, and for the first time in ages you meant it when you said “Beautiful.”  His green orbs filled with tears when he heard the word coming from you. You cupped his face with one hand and brought him closer, resting your forehead against his “Thank you baby, thank you so much” He kissed every single inch of your skin making his way back to your tummy, where wrote in capital letters the word, using your navel as the dot for the “i”.

He looked at you fondly under his eyelashes  “YN Ignore the comments despising you, never let shit like that take over your feelings. Beauty isn’t on the outside; beauty is in every little thing we do that makes us different from the rest, it’s in each of the imperfections that make us real humans. Perfection doesn’t and will never exist, and thank God it won’t because if it did the world would be a completely boring and plain place. Look, there’ll always be different opinions about you, as well as about me and the rest of the world’s population, but you can’t allow that to bring you down and make you think you’re not worth it… because you are.”

His words made you break down. You hadn’t realised you had been waiting to hear something like that all your life until that precise moment. You brought him to you by the hem of his shirt and wrapped your arms around him firmly “I love you so much Harry. There aren’t enough words in the world to tell you how thankful I am right now.” He kissed the top of your head dearly “Y/N I just want you to love yourself as much as I do. I’ll be here, by your side, through the entire time it’ll take you to learn how valuable you really are”

Your hands found each other, fitting perfectly, as if they were made just for that activity. Such a simple action carried with it love, support and commitment.

“Love, don’t you ever forget, despite everything and everyone, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”


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This Story is the G.O.A.T | Dan Stevens

This story is derived from a culmination of curious conversations and random requests, so here you have it. A Dan x reader one shot revolving entirely around… goats. Hope you enjoy!

Completely Safe for Work!




It’s nearly 6pm as you trudge up the stairs to your apartment building, sighing in relief that you’re finally home from work after a day of pure hell. Nothing that day had gone as planned and you spent every moment running around cleaning up everyone else’s mess and trying to meet deadlines. You couldn’t wait to run a piping hot bath and sink away into soothing heaven, preferably with a glass of wine in hand.

Entering the elevator you press the appropriate button, and a few moments later you step out onto the fifteenth floor. You’re in the final stretch as you make your way down the hall to the apartment you and Dan have shared for the past year, your feet practically screaming in your heels. Even through your exhausted daze you have enough energy to admire the interior design choices, noting the beautiful crown molding. Thanks to your joint salaries the two of you had been able to upgrade from a studio apartment in Chinatown to a two-bedroom corner apartment in Brooklyn Heights.

Reaching the door you slide your key in, turning the lock and pushing the door open, resisting the urge to collapse in a heap in the foyer. “Babe, I’m home.” you yell out, shutting and locking the door behind you and dropping your bag carelessly on the floor.

“Welcome home, love! I’ll be out in a minute!” he shouts from the master bedroom, his voice slightly muffled.

Rounding the corner into the kitchen you open the fridge, grabbing the chilled white wine from the door. Picking out your favourite glass, you pop the cork and begin pouring the cool, sweet liquid when you hear a loud clatter from the bedroom followed by a hushed groan of frustration.

You peer around the corner to look down the hallway. “Babe, everything okay in there?” you ask worriedly.

“Yeah, love, everything is fine. I’ll be out in a sec.” he replies hurriedly, his tone making you cock your eyebrow.

Despite your confusion you step back to the counter, filling your wine glass nearly to the rim. Before you can set the bottle back down another loud clatter rings out, making you jump this time. Unable to stifle your curiosity any longer you abandon your wine and make your way to the bedroom. The door is shut and you can hear a small commotion on the other side. Grasping the doorknob you give it a turn and push the door open, spotting Dan peering through the bathroom door. When he realizes you’ve entered the room he nudges his foot through the bathroom door and slams it shut behind him. You don’t have much time to register what is going on but the way he is keeping his body in front of the door like a human shield makes you scrunch your brows together in confusion.

“Dan?…” You say, letting the implied question linger in the air.

“Hello darling,” he exhales, walking over and grasping either side of your face, pressing a chaste but tender kiss to your lips. “How was your day?” he asks. You can’t help but notice the faint line of sweat speckled over his forehead.

“It was… fine- Dan, what on earth are you doing? What was all that noise?” you ask, gesturing towards the bathroom.

“It was nothing. I’ve just been… doing a bit of organizing and some things fell over.” he says, giving a shaky shrug.

“Really?” you ask, unconvinced as you cross your arms over your chest. “That’s… very unlike you.”

He scoffs at your accusation. “And what is that supposed to-“ His retort is suddenly cut off by the same loud clatter ringing out from inside the bathroom. He doesn’t move a muscle but you notice his eye twitch as he gives a nervous laugh.

“And what’s that? More… organizing?” You ask, gesturing to the door and cocking your eyebrow in contest.

As you make a break for the bathroom he rushes to the bedroom door behind you, shutting it quickly. Grasping the doorknob, you push it open not knowing what to expect, and are met with something that makes your jaw drop to the floor. You look down at a small herd of adorable, baby goats frolicking around the bathroom, their little hooves faintly clip-clopping across the tiled floor. You hear Dan’s voice rumble behind you as he laughs, making you whirl around to face him. He is leaning against the door frame, smiling as he watches you with loving eyes.

“Did you do this?” you ask incredulously, your voice shooting up half an octave.

He laughs heartily, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he straightens himself up, putting on a serious face. “No actually, I just came home and found them here.” he teases, shrugging his shoulders and nodding over-exaggeratedly. You smack his chest with a ‘thwap’ and he catches your arm, planting a sweet kiss on the inside of your wrist.

“Dan, we live in Brooklyn… on the fifteenth floor… how- how in the world did you get them up here?” you struggle to get out, overwhelmed by the horde of cute animals and your arguably cuter boyfriend laughing at your reaction.

“Remember that time we went to the petting zoo and I had to practically drag you away from the goat exhibit?” he asks, receiving an eager nod in response. “Well, I know you’ve been having a rough couple of weeks at work… annnd even though I don’t entirely understand your affinity for them, I wanted to give you a little surprise.” He confessed, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Babe,” you half whine, starting to well up a bit. “This is amazing I’m… I can’t believe you pulled this off! How did you do it?” you ask, your eyes lighting up in curiosity.

“I have a friend outside of the city who let me rent them for the day and-“

“You rented goats! For me! What-“

He interrupts your ramblings, slinging your arms over his shoulders and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know, despite what you think, I do actually love you enough to surprise you with a small farm.” he laughs, making you melt into his arms.

You sigh, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, his warmth radiating through your body as he holds you tight. “I never once doubted it.” you say, your voice muffled by his neck.

You feel him give a sharp exhale into your hair, his body jolting in laughter. “Love, you know, if you want me to take my pants off you can just ask.” he says, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest.

You pull away. “What? My hands are up here, I wasn’t touching you.” you say, defending yourself.

A look of confusion sweeps across his face and you both look down to find one of the baby goats playfully tugging at Dan’s pants, apparently trying to eat them. Dan is overcome with mild shock, attempting to shake the precious creature off, but you’re sent into a fit of laughter seeing his struggle.

“Billy, get off!” he gripes, shaking his foot away from the goat.

“Billy? You named the goat?” you screech, overcome with more laughter.

“Only this one.” he retorts, scratching his head innocently. “He’s a little rascal and happens to be the one that was causing all the racket.”

You lean over, picking ‘Billy’ up and holding him close as he peppers your face with little goat licks. “See? He’s harmless.” you say, looking up to see a mixture of disgust and apprehension on Dan’s face. “Come on babe, let’s go sit down with them.” you say, turning around and finding a comfortable spot on the floor.

Dan joins you and for the next solid hour you watch the goats run around and play with each other, holding and cuddling them in turns. Dan’s interpretations are right and Billy ends up being quite the troublemaker, running around and terrorizing the other goats. In the last fifteen minutes or so Dan has finally relaxed and you both have one of the smaller ones in your arms, smiling stupidly as you sit across from each other.

“What’s the matter?” Dan asks, noticing the way you’re staring at him.

“Nothing! I just- thank you, for this.” You say, a warmth spreading across your cheeks as you start to well up. “I had such a horrible day and I was planning on taking a nice, relaxing bath but this- this was so much better.” You sigh, your voice cracking. Your love and appreciation for the man sitting across from you knows no bounds.

“I would do it a thousand times over just to see you as happy as you’ve been tonight. You deserve it, love, and so much more.” he proclaims, making your insides melt.

You look up and can’t help the laugh that bursts from your throat. Billy has made himself at home on the toilet that Dan is leaning against, lightly chomping away at Dan’s dirty blonde strands of hair. “I see Billy has cozied up to you?” you say, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

“What? What do you- argh, Billy stop that!” Dan shouts, finally taking notice of the goat eating his hair. “We’ve talked about this, no chewing on any part of me! Now shoo!” Dan scolds, ushering Billy off of the toilet.

His final words have you doubled over, cackling at your boyfriend conversing with a goat of all things. “You sure told him!” you scream, taking ragged inhales amidst your laughter, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

He grabs one of the rolls of toilet paper, chucking it at you in protest before joining in with the laughter. Moments later your energy is spent, stomach sore from laughing so hard as you wipe away the tears in your eyes.

“I love you so much.” you say sweetly, seeing the corners of his mouth upturn into a smile. He pushes up onto his knees, stretching across the short space and bringing himself inches away from your face.

“I love you too, darling. So much.” he says, the sincerity in his voice making you weak with love. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips until he breaks away with a sudden jerk. “Agh, Billy!” he shouts, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand, scolding the little rascal for licking his face.

“Aww he was giving you a kiss! I think he really does love you, Dan.” you tease, laughing until his lips are on yours again, shutting you up. The two of you spend the rest of the night playing with the goats, watching them run around with reckless abandon, all the while Dan trying to ward off Billy’s determined advances.

Got7 Reaction - “I never want to lose you”

A/N - Thanks to @wolffoggirl for requesting this one - I hope you liked it!

Mark: Hearing you say those six words to him would instantly make Mark feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He’d instantly engulf you in a huge hug and would have one hand stroking your hair and the other on your back as he said, “I never want to lose you either, you’re too important to me”

Originally posted by spockjinyoung

JB: JB would be so happy when you said that to him, his face would light up as he realised how much you loved him. I feel like JB would always be worried that you didn’t love him as much as he loved you and hearing that would reassure him so much.

Originally posted by curlstae

Jackson: Jackson would have such an enthusiastic response as soon as he heard the words come from your mouth. No matter what situation you’re in, he’ll straight away be shouting and professing his undying love for you, ruining the atmosphere you had created.

Originally posted by got7ish

Jinyoung: Jinyoung’s response would be less enthusiastic than Jackson’s and much more serious and sincere. Upon hearing you tell him you never want to lose him, he’d say the same back to you and would probably go into a long speech about how much you mean to him, his eyes never leaving yours.

Originally posted by got7ish

Youngjae: I think Youngjae would have the biggest smile on his face after you told him how much he means to you. He’d hear those six words and would feel so elated that you love you him so much. Once he got over the excitement of your confession, he’d then become more serious and would tell you that he wants to be with you forever.

Originally posted by got7ish

Bambam: Bambam’s reaction would be so cute! He probably wouldn’t say anything and would just smile the most adorable smile as he hugs you. He’d kiss you all over your face and wouldn’t let go of you. No doubt it’d lead to a little makeout session and he’d look deep into your eyes and say “I love you so much, please never leave me. Ever.”

Originally posted by got7ish

Yugyeom: Yugyeom would probably be emotional hearing you say that you never want to lose him. Because of his age, you’d probably be the first girl that he had fallen in love with and knowing that you want to be with him would just make him love you even more (if such a thing were possible).

Originally posted by incessantcomposition