your smile ;a;


from your (questionable) bath robe, curly hair, full cheeks & huge smile to your silent but observant personality, we’re so happy to have you back as b.a.p’s leader! i hope this day you realise how special you are & bask in all the praises that we give you! ♡

happy #bbangday my angel ✨

Happily Ever After // Remus Lupin

 A/N: Don’t ask me what this trash is because I don’t know. I’ve been doing Driver’s Ed shit all week and my brain isn’t functioning properly sorry if this is terrible lmao. I don’t have the energy to edit this either pls don’t hate me 

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo

Remus woke with a start. Sharp, loud cries echoed through the dark bedroom. He let out a tired groan as he rubbed at his eyes, moving your arm off of his bare chest. He did his best to gracefully scoot out of the bed without waking you. Your chin slipped off his shoulder and rested softly on the corner of his pillow. A sleepy smile grew on his face as you stirred a little, mumbling his name and smiling in your sleep.

The baby in the crib at the window let out a piercing cry, and Remus winced, glancing at you. You’d woken up, but he didn’t need to know that. You watched him pad the rest of the way over to the white wooden crib after mentally deciding you were still sleeping. He peered down at the baby, smiling gently at her for a couple seconds as he fumbled with a beautiful lavender throw Lily had made for your daughter draped across a rocking chair Remus’ grandfather had built. You watched him through squinted eyes and blurry vision as he lifted your daughter carefully from her crib. He swaddled her in the blanket, hushing her quietly and rocking her in his arms. He smiled softly at her, “Hello, my love. What’s the matter? Oh, sweetheart, stop crying. Nothing to fret over, angel. Daddy’s going to fix you right up.” 

You felt a smile grace your face as you watched Remus. You didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful sight; your whole world standing together, painted in soft, pallid moonlight pouring through the open blinds. You watched Remus leave the room, coming back shortly with a bottle and your now quiet daughter. He took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting the bottle to the baby’s mouth. If she hadn’t been quiet before, she definitely was now. Remus gazed down at her, an expression full of love and adoration for the girl evident on his face. You wanted to giggle at the smile on his face; the ‘stupidly in love’ grin he always gave you. Your daughter finished the bottle up quickly, but still she remained restless. You frowned. A bottle normally put her right back to sleep. You contemplated getting up to give Remus a break, but then he began talking to the child, and as you listened, you decided you wouldn’t dare interrupt this.

“My beautiful little angel,” he whispered, staring down at her. He began to rock slowly. His fingers danced on the baby’s belly for a couple seconds. She laughed and Remus smiled wider. What a beautiful sound it was, her laugh. Your husband spoke again, “I was always a night owl, too. Your mummy though,” he paused to laugh, “well, that woman passes out at seven and doesn’t wake up until noon the next day. But, sometimes, she can’t sleep. It’s normal, darling, don’t worry. When Mummy can’t sleep, I always tell her stories. You want to hear a story, love? I believe you’re a tad too young to count sheep.”

Remus wiggled his fingers on your baby’s belly once more, causing her to let out a little shriek. “I’ll take that as a yes, then, Hope.”

Hope. You’d insisted on naming your daughter that. Not only was it Remus’ mother’s name, but it was exactly what Remus needed when she came around, and it was exactly what she delivered. After James, Lily, and Peter were killed and Sirius was taken to Azkaban, Remus had fallen into a deep hole of depression, and you couldn’t help him out of it. Most of your pregnancy was spent alone, and the stress of it all nearly killed you and Hope both, but you made it through. And when she was born, the twinkle in Remus’ eye return and with each passing day of having his child, he began to smile again and your hope for him to get better, his hope for a future, the hopes you shared for your baby and each other had been restored. That’s what your child was, pure hope.

You were torn from your thoughts as Remus’ silky voice filled the room again and the story began. “Once upon a time, there lived a princess; a beautiful, kind girl with the prettiest, fairest smile and a knack for loving things others thought unlovable. I know what you’re thinking, darling. This already sounds a lot like ‘Beauty and The Beast.’ Perhaps it is, in a way. The princess lived in a glorious castle called Hogwarts where she ruled over her people in the Ravenclaw Tower, a place for the witty ones. The castle was a big place full of magic and wonder. Her loyal knights, Sir James and Sir Remus,” he paused and giggled quietly at himself, “lived in the Gryffindor tower, a place for the bravest of them all. And down deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts lived a slimy little man named Snivellus, a mad sorcerer who wanted to see the downfall of the Princess Y/N and take her throne.”

You forced back a laugh. Serverus Snape was many things, but he was not a mad sorcerer and only got the chance to see your downfall once, before it was quickly taken care of. Remus continued, “One day, Princess Y/N was with her best friend, Hademar the Owl, in Hogwarts’ Owlery writing a note to her parents, who lived far, far away. Sir Remus was off with his mate Sir James, chasing after the fair maiden Lily Evans. Sir James was hooked on her, and always had a new plan to steal Lily’s heart, which almost always involved Sir Remus doing something crazy. And so, the princess was left unprotected by her brave knights giving Slimy Snivellus the perfect chance to use his latest terrible sorcery on her. While the brave knights tried to coax Lily Evans into going on a date to Hogsmeade with the poor, lovestruck, hopeless Sir James, Snivellus sat in a dark corner with his pathetic chemistry set, brewing up a terrible poison. He had the perfect plan to steal Princess Y/N’s crown. He would dip a fresh apple into his nasty concoction and trick the princess into taking a bite, putting her in a deep sleep for the rest of your life.” He laughed a little, “And knowing Princess Y/N, it was a pretty good plan. Her subjects wouldn’t have a hard time believing she’d retired from her princess duties to sleep for the rest of eternity.”  

You could tell Hope was dozing, but Remus didn’t seem to care. He continued his story. “Greasy Ol’ Sniv slithered up the steps to the owlery, a shiny red apple in his hand. Sir Remus was still distracted with Sir James’ shenanigans and was nowhere to stop the villainous creature. Snivellus approached Princess Y/N with a sly, disgustingly menacing smile on his face and offered her the apple. She reached out to take the gift. You see, Princess Y/N was very kind and always believed in second chances. But, as soon as she touched the apple, Sir Remus felt a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew something was wrong. So, he pulled out is magical map and searched for Princess Y/N frantically. Once he found her, he raced to the owlery, wand in hand. What’s going to happen, my love? Hm, Hope? Think Dad- Sir Remus can save the day?”

You shifted slightly, becoming uncomfortable. Remus glanced at you, but you shut your eyes quickly. When you opened them up again, he was finishing up the story. “Just in time, Sir Remus burst through the door and shouted a spell, knocking the poisoned apple out of the princess’ hand. She started to shout at Sir Remus, not letting him explain his side of the story before resorting to screaming, as usual.” You tried not to snort at that little comment. Remus just put on a stupid smirk and kept story-telling, “Sir James was right behind Sir Remus, sweet Lily hot on his trail. He put magical, unreakable handcuffs on greasy, slimy, disgusting Snivellus. Lily gave him a victorious kiss and Sir James nearly went into cardiac arrest. As for the princess, she’d stopped yelling and allowed Sir Remus some speaking time. He finished his explanation of why he’d saved her ungrateful, shouting life with a brave smile and the princess’ heart thumped out of her chest – her very nice chest. She jumped for joy and thanked Sir Remus a million hundred times. She gave him lots of thank you kisses, and thank you other things, and eventually told Sir Remus that she was in love with him. Yeah, she was so whipped, Hope. After begging a million times, the princess finally convinced Sir Remus to marry her. As for Sir James and the fair maiden Lily Evans, they had a big beautiful wedding and loved each other until the very end…and still do. The Hogwarts castle was a peace with its new Prince and Princess and Daddy and Mummy lived happily ever after.”

Remus kissed the top of Hope’s head. He stood up and placed the sleeping baby back in her crib carefully with a whisper, “The End. Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you so much, Hope.”

With a yawn, he sleepily walked back to the bed, laying down carefully beside you. You pursed your lips and shuffled around, coming to lay on his chest after he’d burrowed back into the blankets. You smiled, “Princess Y/N, huh?”

Remus let out a loud groan before pushing your giggling figure off his chest, rolling over on his side and hiding his crimson cheeks. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and wrapping your arms and legs around him, “Goodnight, my brave prince.”

Why cant you love me?
Is because I am bleeding too much
And you dont like stains
Or is it because my mind runs away while
You stand still
Is it because my sadness is too heavy to carry?
Or because my thoughts resonate in a place in your mind you
Didnt know existed
Do you fear me like the night time
Or do I save you like the sun light
Why cant you love me?
Do I smile too wide?
Or cry too often
Something about me is always too
Too much talking
Too little understanding
Too much touching
Too little distance
I cant move because my head is being weighed down
With memories of your hands
And smile
And the hope that you placed into my heart
Is now tearing it apart
—  alone / @reuseablesource

🌼 97. 03 . 31 🌼

happy birthday to my son, 구준회. You are so sweet, caring and many people mistake you for being cold but you are quite the opposite. Your smile could literally light up an entire room, your laugh could cause the entire room to start laughing with you, and you have the voice of an angel. I hope you have a great birthday, get lots of gifts, and all of the group spoils you. I’m really proud of you and I hope you continue to achieve success :”)


Cherry Pie

So this is the product of a Skype call with @atc74 @chelsea072498 and @just-another-busy-fangirl a little alcohol and my husband who was in the other room screaming about his pie. 

Word Count: 587

The boys had been gone on a hunt for almost a week. You had been cleaning like crazy almost the whole time they were gone.

You had no idea when they would be back and that is why you were wearing only booty shorts and a tank top, dancing around the kitchen making pie blaring Warrant. No point in wearing clothes when you were home alone.

You had made the crust and cherry filling from scratch and had just pulled it out of the oven to cool, a satisfied smile on your face. You set the timer on your phone and made your way back to your room.

You didn’t hear the front door of the bunker open, or the boys come in and go to their rooms. Your headphones made sure of that.

You danced back down the hallway to the kitchen. Stopping in your tracks to find Dean standing in front of your masterpiece, a fork in one hand.

“Don’t touch it!” You squealed ripping your headphones out. Your state of undress forgotten you rushed forward to catch his large wrist in your hand.

“Well hey sweetheart!” Dean laughed looking down at you, his smile growing wider when he caught sight of your black booty shorts with little red cherries.

“Sit! I’ll get you some pie.” You told him pushing him toward the table the best you could. He didn’t make it too far and he came up behind you. He didn’t touch you but you could feel the best from his body through your thin tank.

“Come on, I wouldn’t have ruined it. I know how to eat pie,” he whined quietly in your ear.

“On the contrary,” you smirked, cutting a large slice for him. You dished it onto a plate and looked sideways at him.

“Didn’t think we would be coming home today did you?” he asked reaching around you to trap you between his arms against the counter. He took the fork and cut the tip off his piece slowly bringing it to his mouth.

“Mmm cherry,” he breathed nuzzling your neck.

“Of course,it is your favorite” you answered closing your eyes. He still was hardly touching you.

He took another fork full and it fell off the fork as he raised it to his lips falling to the front of your tank top.

“Guess I don’t know how to eat pie, maybe it’s the cherries.” He chuckled looking down at the front of you.

“If you are over 21 you should know how to properly eat pie, no matter the flavor.” You purred at him. You turned in his arms stepping up to him, bringing your body flush with his causing him to gasp.

“How’s the pie?” You asked pushing on his chest to rotate him so you could pin him against the counter.

“Uh, it’s damn good sweetheart,” he reached for your hips with his free hand.

“Good,” you leaned into the front of him, snaking your arm behind him.

“I can think of a better place to eat it though,” he leaned in to kiss you.

“Hmm, me too,” you breathed against his lips. Just before he came into contact, you pulled away snatching his forgotten fork from his hand.

You stepped back smiling coyly, his plate of pie in one hand, his fork in the other.

“Hey!” He frowned at you.

“You need to learn how to properly eat pie Dean,” you winked at him and strutted out of the kitchen singing ‘Cherry Pie’ very loudly.

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Reader insert only: @jensen-jarpad  

INCIDENTAL; meddle mouth

Summary: The five times Bucky had to make an excuse and the one time he didnt.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Part:5/6 (so close)
Word Count: 3,749
A/N: Based off the prompts (given by @poe-also-bucky) #4: I know its three in the morning, but I cant find my cat. and #41: Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.

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pasteljax  asked:

I understand that there is fanart about your OW Shapeshifter AU....but is there any fanfiction? I really want to read some! Hopefully you'll see this. I absolutely love your art!

Hello and thank you for your kind compliments, we are really happy to hear that you like it so much!  ʕ ◉ᴥ◉ ʔɔ ❤
Sorry if it took us a while to get to your message! ;w;

The amazing @Mikiri_tohoshima wrote 3 fanfictions about the OW Shapeshifter AU, and they’re also really beautiful and on point with the story <3

Memory, All alone in the moonlight, I can smile happy your days [R76]
Sun Down, Time to shine, Laundry Day [almost McHanzo ahah]
Burning Soul, burning skin [Jesse’s past in the Deadlock Pack]

They’re all in Italian by I highly suggest you to give it a try if you can ʕ ♥ᴥ♥ ʔ 👌


To those who found joy in loving unconditionally.

Dear Yuuri,

As I stand here at the end of the aisle waiting, I try to imagine just how beautiful you might be when you finally walk down as the doors open. I fidget with my hands, adjusting my cuff links while I feel my fingers starting to sweat cold as I anticipate your entrance.

The doors open and there you stood at the end of a red carpet blanketed with colorful petals. I was nervous to turn my head your way but it’s a miracle that I was able to keep my heart beating when you entered with nothing short of otherworldly beauty. Time seemed to move slowly as you make your way with each step like I was in a trance to appreciate every fine detail of your elegance. You were like the embodiment of grace while you walk like as you skated on the ice.

Katsuki Yuuri.

I will never forget your smile when I first truly laid eyes on you. I may have been dimwitted to not recognize you as a competitor after Sochi, but the way you smiled at me at the banquet etched a message at the back of my head.

You’re the one.

“Yuuri, from this day on, I will be your coach!”

It was something that I will never regret saying. I never regret the decision to pack my bags and risk everything to come and coach you.

“Victor is the first person I’ve ever wanted to hold on to. I don’t have a name for that feeling but I’ve decided to call it love.”

When you said those words on live national television, every syllable of your message rang through my ears into my head into a swirling fit of blissful emotion for days.

“Now that I know what love is and I’m stronger for it, I will prove it to myself with a gold medal at the Grand Prix Final!”

For you to become stronger because of a love that springs from my very presence in your life brought me joy that I could not compare to anything that I’ve ever felt before. From that moment on, I already know that you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

So to you I make this promise… that I will be the man for you.

“You don’t have to say anything, just stay close to me!”

My heart shattered to pieces the first time I made you cry and that is one thing I wish I never had done. I wish I knew how to handle your anxiety back then but now I promise you…

I will make you happy.

I will make you laugh, smile…

I will be there for you whenever you need me.

I will be patient with you at all times.

I promise you I will never change.

And now that you’re here standing right before me at the end of the aisle, there’s nothing more than I want to say as I look into your sparkling brown eyes of how much I love you.

My tears well up in my eyes. You were stunning, Yuuri. All I ever wanted in my life right before me.

As you take your place in front of the altar, I watch you with my forlorn eyes as you turn on your heel to the once again closed doors as it opens to reveal your bride.

I want you to be the happiest man on earth.

Even if we didn’t end up together.

I’ll always be your best man.

I wish you all the best with Yuuko.



Based on this heart wrenching video

Dedicated to @newsxundtrack @victuurificrec and my lovely dear Yuuri @katsudork

@sai-shou (tagging @lightning-cross just so she can show it to Sai)

Happy early birthday Sai! I saw @occasionally-arts made plushies and, seeing as you like plushies, I suggested that he make a Spyro one so.. here we are! He would have made a Faith/Amelia pair, but he couldn’t find all the materials for them. ;w; Anyway, I hope you like him!! I’m posting this early (and with Nate’s permission) cause we don’t want you to wait to see it, and the plush is pretty much finished. I hope it brings a smile to your face. ^w^

Space (jikook)

i’m writing this do to the distance that has been felt between jungkook and jimin.

i can see you from afar and i know you’ve been having it rough. Tour was supposed to make you happier, although i still catch you smiling your frown lingers often. i would do anything to see you be the ball of energy you used to be. the death threats are getting to you i see if and the constant attacks and hate are too. i mean come on you can deny it completely but the distance and the wall you built up between the members and i is so obvious. especially with me, you never put up a wall with me unless something was really wrong. i’m tired of hearing “i’m ok kookie don’t worry” and forcing a smile on your face it hurts me. i want to be right there next to you when you’re hurting i want to hold you while you’re sleeping, the only time you’re at peace. i’m dying to have you in my arms again jimin but you’re so fucking distance and i know you just want the space but with us there’s no point.


“kookie i’ve already told you i’m doing fine ok i’m just a little sleepy”

“ok then let’s sleep, i’ll come over” i offer over the phone, that was all i could seem to do since he wouldn’t open up if i just showed up.

“i don’t know kookie maybe we….”

“i’m coming over and you’re opening the door i’m not taking no for an answer you either open it or i sleep outside the door i don’t care jimin i miss you” i interrupt him before he can say no, i’m honestly so tired and i just need him to know i’m here for him, i refuse to hear another excuse.

“ok… fine”

i walk over 3 doors down and knock on the hotel door. jimin answers instantly and there he is right in front of me bare faced black t shirt and black basketball shorts.

“come on in jungkookie” he spoke with a sly smile. i could tell he wanted me here and maybe all along all he needed was me to insist and force him to allow me in.

“i’ve missed this familiar scene seeing you open the door for me bare faced” i walked in and shut the door behind me and instantly cupped his face with my hands, forehead to forehead i looked him in the eyes.

“jimin-ah i know you’ve been hurting i can sense it, i know you’re having a hard time and you don’t want any of us to help, bc it would be too much of a bother, i get it but i’m the last person you should distance yourself from this space between us is killing me, seeing you hurting and not being able to do anything is killing me you know how much i fucking love you” the words i’ve been keeping in flooded out of me as if jimin was the city under drought and i was the rain watering it.

“jungkookie i… i didn’t know you felt that way, i know you guys know it’s been hard for me but this is what i do, i refuse to be a burden to all of you like i was before” he spoke with so much pain in the word burden.

i pressed my lips to his gently kissing him, i haven’t felt his kiss in so long i was starving for it. i pulled back after one kiss “jimin you could never be a burden not to me not to any of us, let me help you please, let me hold you, let me kiss you again, let me be the boyfriend that i’m supposed to be”

“fuck kookie i’ve missed you too it hasn’t helped keeping my distance from you but i just don’t know how to handle all of this, the hate, the threats, i just want to runaway”

“baby it’ll all be over soon, it’ll all get better it always does, just don’t distance yourself anymore let me comfort you” finally i got through to him i should’ve made this move sooner maybe he wouldn’t be hurting so bad. i press my lips against his again and this time i can feel him kissing me back more willingly. this was where we were supposed to be where i was supposed to be the whole time. his hands wrap around my waist and i feel them get a little tighter

“ahh jimin… i love you” i speak between intertwined tongues and kisses

“i love you too… now come on…. let’s go to bed” he kisses me one more time before grabbing my hand and leading me to bed with him.

i hope you guys enjoy this short little story, (:

there is a perfect and ironic moment
i can’t let go of -
reading my book about sam
aloud as i lean on the hand of a bent
elbow and you lie your head on your arm,
wind blowing the sand
as the sky burns my back and legs,
but i’m too absorbed in
your smile, your stare, not even the pained words
i’m working through for the first time
in front of anyone, or even for myself
in almost four years,
miserable ending then
i listen to you explain
how you don’t want to be the same,
and here we are months later,
cracked with comparisons
i can’t ignore,
promises you swore
you’d keep, conversations
and confessions only i remember,
like that afternoon on the beach
when you said you’d hate
yourself if you did that to me,
and here we are months later,
and i can’t help but wonder,
do you?
—  J.S.

- “I think we lost him” -

anonymous asked:



Originally posted by yuri-pics

anonymous asked:

I hope at least one of these anons compliments puts a smile on your head

the mouth on the back of my head splits silently into a grin. “thank you,” I whisper, ignoring the feeling of hair on my lips.