youre so swell

savvylittleminx  asked:

Sooo, I had to swing by and tell you that the ONLY good thing that happened to me today made me think of you. ❤ I had a customer come in early this morning with their 11 month old Australian Shepard and that little guy had the front of the store cooing for like 15 minutes. And he was sniffing EVERYTHING. XD At one point he came up to where I keep the plastic bags. I asked him if he wanted to help me bag some items to which he quickly backed away, haha. I don't blame him!

Ooooh my goodness, how precious is that!! I bet he was adorable! I’m sorry to hear that was the only good thing about today, but I hope it made your heart swell so much to try and make up for the awfulness of people. I’ll share with you a picture or two I took at work today of some sweet babies that cheered me up some. <3

(Psst. You should have put him in one of the bags and ran with him)

the moment in pride and prejudice (2005) dir joe wright when lizzie sees darcy walking towards her in the field and she turns in slow mo and ‘your hands are cold’ by dario marianelli swells is???? dare i say??? the most beautiful and pure moment ever captured on film?????

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 30


I could have magicked the bleach out of my hair that same morning.  I could have left the room looking like nothing had happened instead of enduring constant stares all day.  Now that it’s been twenty-four hours, it would be child’s play to spell the bleach away.

           Except I don’t.

           Because Snow can’t stop staring at it.

           And some things are worth the embarrassment.

           Besides, I’m about to pay him back in full.

           I strike early, immediately after breakfast. Snow and his ducklings stand in the hall outside our first class.  Bunce sees me first as I stalk towards them.  “Morning, Malfoy,” she calls to me, “isn’t the Slytherin common room the other way?”

           They’re all looking at me, Snow, Bunce and Wellbelove. Good.  Let them watch.

           I whip my wand from my pocket as I reach them and cast before anyone can react.

           “Not a word.”

           Snow opens his mouth to say something… and his voice freezes before it can get out.

           He clutches his throat and his eyes widen, and then the storm breaks.

           “WHAT THE HELL PITCH!”  Bunce actually manages to slam me against a wall with one mighty shove, and her wand is already at my neck.

           “Get off me, Bunce.”

           “Basilton Grimm-Pitch, you give him back his voice right now or I swear.”

           “Relax, Bunce,” I hiss down at her, barely able to see her when she’s this close.  “It’s only temporary.  He’ll be back to babbling by tomorrow morning.”  It’s an unfair thing to say, because Snow never babbles.  Sometimes he has difficulty even articulating his spells.

           “And what about in the meantime?” she snarls at me. “How’s he supposed to defend himself against whatever horrors you have in store for him if he can’t do magic?”

           “What if I told you I don’t have any horrors in store for him?”

           “Still,” Wellbelove pipes up, “stealing a mage’s voice? That’s cold, Basilton.”  She says it like she’s discussing the weather or the homework or what she’d like to eat tonight.

           “Not to mention totally illegal,” Bunce chimes in, and I don’t know if she’s correct on that or not, but I’m not about to fact-check her, especially not with her right in my face.

           “He’ll still be able to retaliate,” I say with a shrug.  “He certainly didn’t need magic to pour bleach in my shampoo.”

           “Why haven’t you fixed that yet, by the way?” Wellbelove asks.

           I look Snow directly in the eye.  “The perks,” I smirk, and to my delight his face goes red.  Merlin, this is fun.

“Your move,” I tell him before turning on my heel.


           I don’t know what kind of charm Bunce has placed on Snow, but through some miracle he manages to get through all of our classes without being called on.  It’s a little bit unfair that he has someone interfering, but I decide not to make a big deal of it. After all, Wellbelove was right. The voice is the most important weapon to a mage, and now that I’ve taken his, he’s no better than a Normal. At least for the day, anyway.  And though the added humiliation of not being able to speak when spoken to would have been amusing for me to watch, I figure I’ve ruined his day enough already.

           Besides, there’s a storm on its way.  If everything goes according to plan.

           Football practice goes longer than usual, until the sky is almost dark, and I can see Snow starting to flag by the time it’s over. It seems like he’s been trying to compensate for his lack of a voice by playing harder, and while he was admittedly almost unstoppable on the field, the extra work has clearly taken its toll. He’s still in the showers when I gather my things and head back to the room.

           It’s another fifteen minutes before he clomps to the top of the stairs.  He’s back in his regular clothes and his hair is extra curly from the shower, and before the door has fully fallen closed he flops onto his bed face-first and just lays there, breathing hard.  I shake my head at him from my bed before returning to my tablet.

           Eventually I see him kick off his shoes out of the corner of my eye.  He hauls himself up slowly like he’s carrying a sack of bricks on his back and throws the window open, leaning out of it and into the cold night air, sucking it in like he could get drunk on it.

           When he abandons the window to take his nightclothes into the bathroom, I decide I’ve gone long enough without being an arse.

           I get up and shut the window, then sit back down on my bed.

           Snow looks at it a long time when he comes back out, no doubt trying to remember whether he closed it or not.  He opens it.

           I wait until he’s sat on his bed again to walk over and shut it.  It hasn’t even been open a full ten seconds.

           Snow stares at me with a dismayed expression as I return to my bed.  He holds my gaze when he opens it again.  This time I spell it shut from my bed just to rub it in.

           He stands in exasperation and starts wildly gesturing from me to the window and back again, his mouth opening and closing silently like he’s forgotten there’s no voice coming out.

           “What is it, Snow?  Use your words.”

           I regret it the second it’s out.  His hands fall to his sides and his mouth closes slowly. He looks so heartbroken and I hate myself.  I hate myself.

           So much, in fact, that I get up and leave, making my way down to the catacombs to feed and yell at the walls.

           When I come back much later, Snow is sound asleep.

           I take a long look at him, how his eyelids settle into place and make him appear so real.  Like if I touched his skin right now it would feel different somehow, more physical.

           I open the window before climbing into bed.


warning: smut!

pairing: tom holland x reader

words: 1,452

a/n: first smut so bare with me! (and let me know what you think 🙈)


“Thomas,” you whisper shouted at the feeling of his hand ghosting the inside of your thigh. You glanced over at your boyfriend who, along with several other friends, listened intently to Harrison’s story.

“Hm?” He hummed, glancing back at you with a smirk.

You were relieved to notice that no one was paying attention to the two of you. You took a deep breath, cleared your throat, focused back on Harrison.

Within seconds, Tom’s hand slid further up your thigh. Your stomach did flips as you nearly choked on your drink.

“Tom,” you whispered again. “Please.”

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7 kisses;

member- yoongi

genre- fluff, smidge of angst, lovey-dovey

words- 1, 818

summary- kisses are a way of showing love, and you and yoongi know that best

a/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HEART, MIN YOONGI. i love him so much :’) it’s also @bangtanshopex‘s (aka tina!) birthday!! go wish her a happy bday ❤ this scenario is also based off of ed sheeran’s song kiss me.  i love ed sheeran, definitely check him out if you haven’t!! his new album is amazing!

Originally posted by sugagifs

settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in 

The night was cool, with the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the room. A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom window, causing you to shiver slightly as you pulled your comforter closer to your chest.

“You’re too far away,” Yoongi mumbled against his pillow. You felt his cold fingers grab hold of your wrist as he whined. “Come closer.”

With a grin, you rolled over and fit yourself against Yoongi’s body. Warmth immediately encompassed you and you sighed happily. His arm instantly found purchase wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back lightly. He hummed in content as he breathed in your scent.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered. Days when your boyfriend was away were always hard, but you cherished the ones when he came back.

He gently dragged his nose across yours, giving you a sweet Eskimo kiss. “Always, my dear.”

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Remember Me: Part 4

A Bucky x Reader / drabble series

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: Here is Part 4. Sorry it’s taken me so long. Had to step away from the writing game, due to work and such. I hope you guys enjoy the direction this series is taking. Please let me know what you think! ♥

Other Characters: Steve, Tony

Word Count: 1,302

- talk of violence, torture.

Tags: (at the end)

*gifs are not mine.

“Do you trust him?” you whispered to Bucky as you walked down the hall, his metal hand gripped protectively around your own. Since you first spoke to one another, he’d never stopped touching you in any way he could; whether his hand grazed the small of your back to lead you down the never ending hallways, or his fingers were brushing hair from the back of your neck. Each time he touched you, you felt electric bursts flutter across your skin, restarting your heart.

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The Sign

Summary: Literally just major fluff with a sleepy little spoon Shawn.

A/N: I know new imagines have been coming out very slowly, but IDEKYN completely wore me out and I didn’t want to post anything unless I was fully satisfied with it. If you sent in a request, don’t worry. I didn’t forget about them haha. But I looveddd writing thiss.

Slumping towards the bed in nothing but one of Shawn’s shirts, you climbed under the covers and scooted yourself closer to where he was. He was shirtless so you could see all of the muscles on his back that were carved into his skin and you couldn’t help but softly run your fingertips along them. He had relaxed under your touch, making you smile as you continued to map them out, slowly moving lower and lower until you reached the waistband of his sweatpants. You probably wouldn’t have noticed his body’s slight shiver if you weren’t paying so close attention to him.

Leisurely, you snaked your arms around his torso and moved one of your legs around his own so that you were practically clinging to him. He had startled you when he started to shift his body around, but you quickly realized he was just sliding back to get closer.

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100 Kisses

Summary: You decide to give Bucky 100 kisses for his 100th birthday.

Word Count: 2,845

Warning: cursing

A/N: I’m sure in parts of the world Bucky’s birthday is long over, but it’s still March 10th where I live! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!

9:15 am

Steve Rogers stared at you with wide blue eyes as you attempted to wolf down a bowl of cereal. There were many things out of place in this picture—for one thing, he couldn’t quite fathom how a person could so wildly eat cheerios, your spoon constantly clanging against the sides of the bowl.

For another thing, it was rare that you were up this early on a Friday, even if it was a special occasion. He glanced at the clock opposite him, noting that it was only fifteen past nine in the morning.

The super soldier opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped short at the abrupt sound of your chair scraping its legs against the floor. You shot out of your seat to drop your wares in the sink before floating across the table, depositing yourself in Bucky Barnes’ lap.

Bucky eyed you with a smirk, still chewing his breakfast while you placed your hands around his neck. You stared at him with doe eyes, batting your lashes heavily. “You need somethin’ darlin?” he questioned you, the tips of his lips curving into a smile despite the pointed look he was trying to give.

“Uhhhhh hurry up!” You bounced impatiently on his thigh, squirming around as you started to slip. “I’m only at twenty-seven!”

“Twenty-seven what?” For a quick moment, everything you could have possibly meant flashed into Steve’s mind, some of them not exactly what he wanted to think about over his first meal. With a quirked eyebrow he looked at the close couple, searching their faces for an explanation.

“I’m trying to mmm-” Your voice was cut off when your boyfriend shoved toast into your mouth, the jam smearing across your lips and making it sticky. Smugly, Bucky returned his attention to Steve, who watched on with a bewildered expression.

“She’s attempting to give me one hundred kisses today.” His voice was laced with mirth, a silly smile plastered onto his lips that juxtaposed his usual expression. Steve laughed, understanding your restless behavior.

“Did she give you ninety-nine last year?” Steve asked, very amused by the challenge, but also grateful. While your idea was strange, he found it sweet and affectionate; just the type of love Bucky needed after years of solitude.

“He hid his birthday from me last year, and now he has to pay for it!” you accused, poking your finger into his chest. “Besides, one hundred is a special milestone! Much more so than ninety-nine.”

“Most people don’t make it to ninety-nine,” Bucky pointed out, prodding your cheek with the end of his fork. You could see him fighting the urge to cave into your demands, hiding his grin with a cup of coffee. His eyes seemed to shimmer, much like they did when Steve brought him to the tower for the first time.

It felt like so many years ago that you’d met Bucky, a cautious, broken thing with eyes like glass. You didn’t think you’d ever get to see him so comfortable, so relaxed, so human. It made your heart swell, more so than the kisses ever could.

“Well then, even less people make it to one hundred. I’m glad you’re one of them,” your smile softened as you placed a kiss to his temple, his eyes closing in reverence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, placing his head against yours.

“I’m glad you’re here with me. You too, punk,” the brunette’s eyes picked up to Steve’s, narrowing playfully. “I see you over there.”

With a grin, Steve held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Who me? I’m not doing a thing. Just watching my best friend be totally disgusting with his girlfriend.” He was shaking now, wiping a tear away from his eye as his laughter continued.

“I guess there’s some things one hundred years can’t change”

1:34 pm

“Fifty three…fifty four…fifty five…fifty six,” You were on a roll, having placing your lips back and forth against Bucky’s for a few solid minutes. You were getting fast, knowing that at some point he would grow impatient of sitting on the couch for such small pecks.

He hadn’t complained yet, a satisfied smile growing even wider as the other occupants of the room stared in horror while you repeatedly kissed Bucky, counting in between. Sam mimicked retching, his acting turning into an actual couching fit.

“Jesus Y/N, aren’t you tired? And I don’t just mean from having to look at Barnes in the first place.” His voice made you stop, turning to face the man with a weak glare. Wariness showed on your face, emphasized by your off-guard expression and swollen lips.

“Could you please be nice to him for like, one day out of the year? Actually two; Christmas is a good time to lay off him too.”

“Could you two maybe get a room? We’re trying to watch quality entertainment, not whatever gross thing you guys are doing,” Clint groaned, eyes still glued to the television. Tony and Sam agreed with a round of complaints, the entire room beginning to get rowdy.

“Why are we even watching this? It’s March Madness, turn on ESPN!”

“Um, the Joffrey Ballet is performing Romeo and Juliet and I’m missing it.”

“Would you guys mind if we put on Star Trek?”

“Fuck Next Generation, Brucey. Someone hand me the remote or put on How I Met Your Mother.”

All of a sudden the T.V went blank, the remote clanging to floor as you dropped it with your powers. The room was suddenly silent, no one daring to make a move as your eyes returned to normal.

“I was here first, and I say you’re all watching T.V. in another room,” Your voice became dangerously low, scarring the others to scamper out of their seats without any complaints. There were small apologies being thrown at you, mostly muttered from Clint and Tony. (“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t use your powers!”)

You smiled until a pair of lips were pressed firmly to yours, a much longer, heated kiss that stole your breath and your thoughts. Bucky had grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap once again.

“Sixty,” he reminded you, voice low as though he was sharing a secret. You blinked, forgetting what the numbers were for in the first place. He had that effect on you.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but hugged you closer all the same. “I wanted to give you one. That was pretty hot.”  

6:28 pm

“What number are you guys on now?”

Natasha lazily swirled her spoon in her tea, head propped on her fist as she sent a smirk towards you and Bucky. By some miracle you weren’t completely smothering him, the two of you eating like normal people at the dinner table.

“Eighty-six. I’ve been spreading them out, he likes it better that way.” You beamed at him, unaware of his blushing state. Nat, however, noticed this right away, wiggling her brows to gain his attention.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing he likes spread out,” she winked, and immediately after Bucky placed his head in his hands. A chorus of feminine cackles erupted, making his face even hotter.

“Bucky, please,” you wheezed out, holding a hand to your stomach. You gave his back a little rub, coaxing him out of his flushed state. “What are you acting all shy about, baby?” you teased him, the two of you calling him “ladies man” and “lover boy”, harping back to the stories Steve used to tell about him.

Bucky slowly lifted his head, hands still covering his face. “You know, I thought today was going to be more embarrassing for you than for me. How could I be so wrong?”

You rolled your eyes as his antics, prying his hands away. “C’mon Buckaroo,” you joked, trying to use as many dumb nickname as you could to calm him down. “We’re only teasing.”

“Relentlessly,” he added, and you scoffed, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk about relentless! Do you want a list of all the times you’ve taunted me! You did that to me this morning!” Bucky peeked at you through his fingers, catching the frown etched on your face. “It’s only fair!”

“Sorry, don’t recall,” he muttered, getting up from his seat and walking away from you. You sputtered, standing quickly and bumping your thighs against the table.

“Hey!” he was starting to run now, even with very limited space. His back was retreating faster down the elevator corridor, and you picked up speed, getting a running start off the ground before you flew towards him.

“I can fly faster than you can run, Barnes!” you called after him, eyes glowing as you shot forward. Bucky suddenly turned, arms wide open, ready to catch you with a solid stance. You tried to slow down, but you were hurdling toward him like a comet. The force of your collision sent him skidding backwards, his feet tripping over themselves to regain a sense of balance.

You ended up twirling like a top, his arms wrapped around you as you spun into the elevator. Your giggles turned into a hiccups, only to be silenced by a kiss. A deep and slow one, melding your mouths together and ultimately grounding you. Any dizziness that persisted afterwards was not from being spun, but rather from the kiss that had you seeing stars.

“Eighty-seven,” you counted proudly, without a single hiccup.

10:04 pm

Ten o’ clock wasn’t late by any means, but it had been a long day.

There had been something of a party in the common room since seven; a small gathering that consisted of the Avengers, and a few other agents Bucky knew well. Tony had promised it wouldn’t be anything he wasn’t comfortable with, and that if he wanted the celebration over, he could have it.

Tony kept his word. Even though Bucky had been having fun, he realized that while he was busy catching up with Thor and Scott Lang, Y/N had hardly been by his side. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all, but he felt immensely detached, gazing at her from across the room with longing looks.

You were quite adept at deciphering Bucky’s looks, even from far away. He’d given you this long stare, his baby blue hues so cloudy and dull, reason enough to saunter over to him and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“You okay?” you asked him, concerned that he wasn’t having fun. He didn’t seem to suggest the idea, but you could tell that something was bothering him. The first two times you did it, he shook his head and granted you a small smile.

The third time was different. By the third kiss you felt his restless energy, his hands cupping both your cheeks, seeking some sort of outlet. You held his hands, looking straight into his eyes.

“Bucky,” you paused, making sure he was hearing you. “Bucky are you alright?”

He was beginning to nod, his hair falling into his eyes as he bowed his head, but his chin never came back up. “I’m fine, I just,” he sounded strained, his voice thick with some emotion you couldn’t quite place. “How many left?”

“Ten,” you told him, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over his hands. “Just ten more.”

He licked his lips, grabbing onto your wrist loosely and pulling you away. “I want to go.” He was using short sentences, his speech rushed and shoulders tense.  Today had been long, and social events tended to tire him out quicker than anything else.

“Okay baby, you stay right there, I’ll tell Tony.” You gave him a smile that was forced, the façade vanishing when you turned away from it. You nearly jogged to reach Tony, explaining the situation as best you could, despite not understanding it yourself.

He was good about it. Tony didn’t make a scene, he just waved graciously with a small smile. Bucky returned it, and suddenly the whole room was raising a glass in his leave.

“Happy Birthday, Buck! Hope you had fun.” Steve’s strong voice was wistful, but his smile was not at all sad. Bucky gave a salute, relief seeping back into him as you two looped arms, turning your backs to the avengers.

“You sure you’re okay?” It was simply precautionary, your worry fading when he gave a genuine smile.

“I’m fine, doll face. Just wanted to cash in those last ten kisses in private.”

 11:15 pm

He was smooth, in almost everything he did. It was scary, sometimes, how he could surprise you like that. Bucky appeared so sharp, so bent and twisted sometimes that you were always taken aback by how careful and soft he treated you.

His hands slowly went up your side, bunching the soft cotton of your pajamas impatiently. When he detached himself, his burning blue eyes looked straight at you, lips parted but unmoving, the question unspoken between you two.

“Ninety-eight,” you replied, breathing heavily against his lips, your foreheads touching. He’d been playing this game since he’d gotten you alone, taking charge of the gift you were supposed to give him. He rolled his hips under yours, nails digging into your sides almost painfully as he angled his mouth down for another go.

Suddenly his pursed lips met the pads of your fingers. He blinked, watching as you sat back on your knees, taking his wrists into your hands.

“This is my gift. You can’t take control of it, that makes it yours.” You felt like you were pouting, crossing your arms to convey your annoyance, even it if was acute.

Bucky laughed until he realized you were serious. “What? Darling, come on,” he persuaded, lifting up your chin. “It is for me.”

“Yeah, but it’s, I’m,” you struggled to form your thought into a coherent statement, one that would make sense. “I’m giving you one hundred kisses, in my time. You can’t cash them all in like a rain check.”

That seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend leaning back on his elbows, looking at you with raised brows. “Well when you put it like that,” he drawled, and you used your strength to push him down onto his back.

“When I put it like that,” you mocked him, landing on your side next to him. You grazed your finger across his jaw, tracing the outline down his neck and collarbone. His skin was hot to the touch, but shivers wracked his spine when your nails scratched under his chin. He was eager, hands twitching to touch you. You laughed at his restraint, cupping your hands to his cheeks and giving him a soft, tender kiss that lasted but a minute.

You didn’t need to say it out loud; you both understand that this was the last of them, the final kiss to mark his birthday. He smiled as he shifted to mirror your body, arms snaking around your neck. He wanted so desperately to say something, but before he could even think about it, your lips placed a small peck to his.

“One hundred! Happy Birthday, Bucky!” you grinned sneakily, and he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. You laughed at his expression, the fleeting anger that bubbling under his shock.

“What? That so does not count!” he yelled, feeling cheated. He pulled your wrists to bring your closer, so close that your chests touched and your eyes were solely focused on each other. You still stifled some giggles back, and Bucky finally sighed, resigned to the fact that, no matter how devious it was, you’d kept your promise.

“You’re forgetting something,” your chirpy voice reminded him, and he grumbled a quick response before you placed your hands on his chest. You captured his attention a mere moment before you captured his lips, this time in a kiss that mattered.

It started slow and hesitant, as though you were testing unsteady waters. Soon it became deeper, those hovering hands now fully immersed in his hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pull to spur him on further.

Bucky placed his hands on your hips, slowly sitting himself up, never breaking contact. He placed you back down onto the bed, his weight pressing against yours. Your resolve broke, that earlier statement off the table as Bucky guided you onto your back, trapping you between his arms. Your head pressed into the mattress, your body sinking as your breath was stolen from you, Bucky’s chest flush against you.

When the need for air became too hard to ignore, Bucky pulled back, a questioning glance on his face. “Pretty sure I’m not one hundred and one,” he inquired, and you smiled.

“One for good luck.” Your answer made him break out into a grin, one so contagious you nearly forgot about everything else. He slowly leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, a good and quick thing that conveyed everything it needed to.

“I don’t need luck when I’ve got you.”

“I told you to be careful.” (Ethan)

Requested by anonymous: “y/n is dating ethan and grayson is y/n’s best friend and gray and y/n were play fighting but he ended up actually hurting her on accident and ethan was super upset.”


*Ethan’s POV*

“What the hell are you two doing? I can’t focus with all this noise.” I asked as I walked out of the camera room to find (Y/N) and Grayson play fighting.

“I asked Grayson to teach me some wrestling moves. I would’ve asked you, but I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were editing.” (Y/N) explained.

“Well, Gray, try not to hurt her. I do like her in one piece.” I said as I went back to editing.

I sat at the computer for about twenty minutes and all was quiet before I heard a loud scream.

“What happened?” I asked as I ran over to (Y/N) and Grayson.

“I can’t move.” (Y/N) whimpered as tears fell out of her eyes.

“Grayson, what the hell did you do?” I asked as he just sat there and kept apologizing. 

“My shoulder, it’s my shoulder. It hurts so bad, I think it’s broken. Baby, please, do something.” (Y/N) said through her teeth. 

“C’mon, let’s get you to the emergency room.” I said as Grayson and I lifted her up. We got her in the car and drove to the 24-hour emergency room that was by the house. There weren’t that many people there, so we were seen pretty quickly.

(Y/N) explained everything to the doctor and then went off to get x-rayed.

“What did you do?” I asked Grayson as we sat in the examination room, waiting for (Y/N).

“Everything just happened so fast. I was going to pin her, then I slipped and fell on top of her. And I guess I landed on her shoulder.” Grayson explained.

“I told you to be careful. You know you’re like fifty times bigger than her.” I said, not looking up from the floor.

“Ethan, how many more times do I need to apologize? I didn’t break her shoulder on purpose.” He said. Just then, the doctor came back in with (Y/N) in a sling and her x-rays in his hand.

“Well, luckily it’s not broken, just dislocated.” He said as we looked at the x-rays. “You’re gonna have to wear a sling for about two weeks, and I’m gonna prescribe some pain killers, something a bit more than just an over the counter aspirin. Put some ice on it as soon as you get home. Not too much movement in the first couple of days, but towards the end of the week, try to mobilize it as much as you can handle.” The doctor explained.

Once we were able to leave, we went to the drug store to pick up (Y/N)’s medicine and then headed home.

“Well, it’s been a very long night, you probably wanna get up to bed.” I said to (Y/N).

“Yes, I am very tired. I’ll meet you upstairs.” (Y/N) said as she kissed my cheek.

“I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll bring you some ice and a glass of water.” I said as she walked upstairs.

“Hey, E, again, I’m really sorry about everything.” Grayson said.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for being so upset. I was just, scared that it was gonna be something really bad.” I said.

“It’s okay, I understand. Well, I’m gonna head up to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Apologize to (Y/N) once more for me.” He said.

“I will.” I said. I walked off to the kitchen to get (Y/N) some ice and water, then headed upstairs to check on her.

“I’m not gonna be able to sleep.” She said, sitting up as soon as I walked in.

“What?” I asked as I walked over to her, placing the ice pack on her shoulder and wrapping it up with an ace bandage.

“This sling is so damn annoying. I can’t lay on my busted arm, and when I lay on my other side, my busted arm lays on me and is heavy on my stomach.” She whined.

“You’ll be alright. Take your medicine so your shoulder doesn’t swell.” I said as I kissed her forehead. “Oh, and Grayson wanted me to apologize for him again.” I added. She smiled up at me and laid back down.

“Baby, are you mad?” She asked as I got into the bed with her.

“No. Why would I be mad?” I asked.

“You just seemed upset with everything while we were at the emergency room. Especially at Grayson. I don’t wanna be the reason you two are in a fight.” She said.

“We’re not in a fight. I was just worried that you were actually gonna be broken. But, you’re not, and everything is okay. I’m not mad. Now, get some sleep.” I said, kissing her forehead and turning out the light. We laid there in the silence before (Y/N) spoke again.

“You know what else sucks?” She asked.

“What?” I asked, curious to hear what she was about to say.

“We can’t spoon comfortably for the next two weeks.” She said.

“Well, no. But I can snuggle into your side, lay my head on your good shoulder, and you can run your fingers through my hair, which you know helps me fall asleep.” I joked.

“Oh, yay. At least one of us gets to sleep comfortably.” She laughed.

“Good night (Y/N). I love you.” I said.

“I love you too. Good night baby.”

My daily face routine!

Keeping your face clean is very important if you want your blackheads to disappear or to prevent pimples from popping up now and then. A clean face is also crucial if you want your makeup to look neat and fresh. Flaky skin appear even more flaky if you put foundation over it. That’s why you should wash your face every day to get rid of dead skin cells and other impurities! I only use items that are locally produced (if possible) an only items that you can find in any grocery store or pharmacy!

In the morning!

1. Cleanser. To clean my face, I use crystallized honey. One tablespoon is more than enough! The honey I use is rather thick, so I always wet my face with water before I rub it on my skin. But why honey then? Honey is naturally antibacterial, which helps to reduce and prevent skin problems. It’s important to use a honey that has sugar crystals, because the sugar acts as an exfoliator to help remove impurities. Honey opens up the pores, which makes it easier for the crystals to do its job. It’s also full of antioxidants which slows down the aging process. Further benefits to clean your face with honey is that it moisturizes, leaves the face radiant and smelling great!

2. Toner. The reason to use a toner is to balance the pH level of your skin, which gives the skin a more smooth appearance. It also removes any further impurities, and reduces the size of pores. I have my own special toner recipe that does wonders to the skin:

  • ½ of apple cider vinegar
  • ½ of rosemary water

Boil a half of a deciliter/a fourth of a cup of water and add about a teaspoon of dried rosemary. Let it soak for 30 minutes and then filter the water into a bottle. Then add the same amount of vinegar. Store the bottle in a dry, cool place. The toner needs to be replaced after some time, or else it goes bad.

Both rosemary and apple cider vinegar reduces redness, prevents aging and does wonders for acne-prone skin. If you have sensitive skin, make sure to test the toner on the inside of your forearm before applying it to your face, so your face doesn’t swell up and explodes in an allergic reaction. Don’t worry about the smell of the vinegar, it disappears when it’s dried.

3. Moisturizer. Almond oil makes anyone’s skin as soft as a baby’s tushie. It’s packed with vitamins such as vitamin A, B, D and E which gives your skin that healthy glow. You might think that oils are only suitable for people with dry skin. But think again. Almond oil works for any skin type, even sensitive skin(with some exceptions of course. No product is bullet-proof. Don’t use this if you’re allergic to nuts!!!), because it doesn’t clog up the pores! It prevents aging, calms irritated skin, reduces dark circles and evens out the skin tone. I use 2-3 drops of the oil every morning, let it sit on my face while I eat breakfast and then just dab off any excess oil (usually not necessary!) before applying makeup. Oh, and don’t fear walking around smelling like marzipan (although marzipan smells great in my opinion), because it’s nearly scent-free!

In the evening!

1. Makeup remover. Almond oil
dissolves even waterproof mascara and is great for the eyelashes! Apply a generous amount on your face, start working it in around the eyes at first. The continue with your face, massaging for a couple of minutes before wiping it off with a paper towel. Rinse with lukewarm water.

2. Cleanser. Again, use your crystallized honey. Or make a facial scrub, what you’ll need is:

  • 1 teaspoon of honey
  • 1-2 tablespoons of ground oatmeal
  • a few drops of water

Mix it all together and scrub away! I use this scrub 1 to 2 times every week to remove any stubborn skin cells and filth. It’s the “facial spring-cleaning”!

Oatmeal is the wonder-child of cereals. It redeems any type of skin problem, it treats dry, oily, itchy and even aging skin! Love oatmeal, and it shall love you back!

3. Toner. Use the Apple cider vinegar-rosemary toner again. Radiant face? Cheeeeck!

4. Moisturizer. Apply a few drops of almond oil onto your face and neck again, and if you have dark circles, massage an extra drop of oil around your eyes every night before bed. Almond oil has lightening properties, so give this a couple of weeks, and you’re almost guaranteed to see a difference!

5. Pimple fighter. A dab of tea tree oil with a cotton swab on each red little sucker will make them squeal in agony and disappear off of your face faster than you can say synchronous diaphragmatic flutter. But be careful if you’ve never used it before, because it’s very strong and can cause allergic reactions etc. So try a teeny tiny drop of the oil on the inside of your forearm before you put it on your face. And don’t eat it. Because you’re not supposed to. And if you’re pregnant or breast-feeding, avoid using this.

So why should you use food instead of skin products in the hygiene section? 1. It’s much cheaper and lasts longer. I bought a new bottle of almond oil for about £7 in October, and it’s 2/3 full. 2. It’s nicer on the environment. No chemicals! 3. It’s nicer to you. No more rubbing chemicals on your delicate skin! Hope this helped you, and please, ask me if you have questions!

外国人 (1)

Do not reuse, edit or copy any of my work(s). ©
Part 1 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)

* 外国人 (Gaikokujin)= Japanese word for foreign person/ foreigner.

Themes= 😊,😖,🌟,🎭,

Summary: What happens when a native crosses paths with a ‘forbidden’ foreigner?
Kyungsoo & Reader

Word Count: 1,407

  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6 Part 7  Part 8Part 9 Part 10 Part 11  Part 12Part 13Part 14  Part 15

A/N:So I’m posting this today simply because I want to know the response it gets before I decide to go on and write a whole series, so I may not be uploading anything tomorrow. (Another ‘pilot’ chapter) I’m not sure when I’ll be next uploading, may be next week or later.

“I told you to call me as soon as you moved in.”

“Mum I did!” You protested as you flopped down onto your bed, the mattress was stiff and the frame was squeaky, it desperately needed oiling, but for student accommodation it was top notch and was serving you well, at least for the first day that you’d been there. You set about unpacking as soon as you had reached, cleanliness was next to godliness after all and you needed a clear space to establish some order; everybody knew a clear space meant a clear mind.

You were going to be living alone for a while now; after fluently learning a second language and moving to the said country to study you felt as though you could take on the world. You flew around the globe to this school to pursue your dream of studying food science. Now it was time to turn that dream into a reality.

“You didn’t call straight away; you left home 2 full days ago Y/N! Have you had dinner yet? Where are you, it’s late there isn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself, your mother was an expert at exaggerating and apparently that trait only strengthened the older she became. You stifled a yawn as you pulled the sheets over your cold body and snuggled into your new ‘mediocre’ bed.

“Yes mum, I’ve had dinner. I need to go. It’s late and I have an early class tomorrow okay.”

“Okay, I love you, take care of yourself…please.” You heard the tone of her voice rise in anxiety.

“Mum I’ll be fine. I’m always fine.” You yawned loudly as you hung up the phone and looked at the time. It was already 11PM and you had a class at 9AM. You groaned inwardly as you pictured the early day waiting for you around the corner. Early morning classes most definitely weren’t your thing.

You were rushing around campus frantically with a stack of books in your hand, images of molecular combinations that you had never even seen before and you didn’t even think were possible adorning their front covers. You were flustered in more way than one: The first being that you were happy. You smiled as you looked about the cream coloured walls. You had actually made it to Yon University, only the crème de la crème made it into this establishment and you had heard that foreigners were extremely scarce, they never really accepted anyone from outside of their borders meaning that you were an extreme rarity; almost like a precious gem if you really wanted to let your head swell. So to actually be walking on such prestigious grounds particularly as a foreigner was very gratifying. However you were also flustered because you were very aware of the fact that you were foreign so this fact meant that you were being stared at by everyone, the same way in which a predator hunts their prey. You were also trying desperately hard to ignore the fact that after finally falling asleep at 3AM and only having 4 hours to sleep meant that you were wearing odd trainers and clothes which were every colour under the sun. You looked like a clown and felt like one too.

“Ughh, where is room A-5?” You muttered to yourself as you rushed down the corridor like a mad man, it had to be somewhere around here since you were most definitely sure that you were in block A. “Where is—”

You let out a little yelp as you hurtled to the ground, your books flying everywhere and crashing to the ground around you. “Ouch.” You hissed, fully aware that the accident was your fault for rushing around and not concentrating. You looked at the male on the floor beside you that you had apparently knocked over; he slowly began to rise only to stop midway as he crouched on his haunches and stared at you. You blinked in confusion; you knew you looked a mess but did you really look that bad? The prolonged eye contact was uncomfortable and unnecessary.
You began to stand up slowly as you began to gather your books yourself; you weren’t sure if you were expecting a typical love story scene to play out. Maybe you thought that he would help you gather the books and then when the tension was at its optimal peak your hands would brush together setting your heart ablaze. But that didn’t happen. Instead he just continued to stare at you from where he was squatting and you couldn’t tell if he was waiting for an apology or something else.

“Sorry…” You muttered awkwardly down at him.

“Oh…she speaks…” He gasped; speaking in third person and as though you weren’t there and couldn’t hear him. “You…you understand my language. You can understand me?”
At this point he looked like a deer caught in headlights and you were trying desperately hard to stifle a laugh.

“Yes I understand you.”

He looked even more shocked now that you had just answered him in his mother tongue. You cleared your throat awkwardly and then looked ahead of you sighing in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You whispered.
You pushed the door opened hurriedly and around 2 dozen heads turned to look at you. You gulped anxiously as you raced over to the far side corner where there were 3 free seats. You frowned as you noticed the boy from outside walking in too. His hair was raven dark and his eyes were big and round, somewhat reminding you of the ficitonal character Coraline and making your skin crawl slightly. He looked at you nervously as he made his way to the seats next to you, being sure to leave one vacant so that there was a gap between the both of you.

The teacher cleared her throat loudly in an attempt to bring the attention away from you and to the front of the class.
“Welcome to food science everyone. I’m sure we all have a passion for both food and science; we’ll be learning many new things here. You’re at Yon university; you made it, congratulations.” She was more so looking at you after that statement before averting her gaze again.”We’re the best in our field at this establishment, but first why don’t we start off with some ice breakers. We’ll start over here.” She pointed at a girl sitting beside you. The girl smiled brightly before speaking up.

“I’m 21 years old and my name is Yenne; but you can call me talkative.” She laughed, causing a few others round her to laugh too.

“And yourself?” The professor turned to you, she was wearing a lab coat which looked slightly oversized and her was scraped back into a neat bun. Your eyes flicked around the room for a moment as a slight nervousness took over your body.

“Oh I’m Y/N I’m 20.” You smiled weakly at the many faces staring at you in awe.

“Wow.” The professor eyes widened. “You have a great grasp of the language, the pronunciation is perfect.” She smiled at you warmly “And what about you young man?” She turned her attention to the raven haired boy beside you. His eyes widened with alarm again forcing you to stifle a life for the second time in less than 20 minutes;

“Oh…I’m—that is I am…It’s Kyungsoo…that’s my name. And 22…that is my age I meant to say.” He quickly stared down at his fingers shaking on the table in front of him and you noticed his ears had gone a little red.
You raised a brow; both intrigued and disturbed by his behaviour. It was interesting albeit irritating.
‘He’s weird.’ You thought you yourself as the whole class introduced themselves, you began to make assumptions and figure out who it was you did and didn’t like.

The professor smiled once again pulling a small notepad and pen out of her pocket.
“Now that we have the introductions out of the way, it’s time to group up for your first and probably most intense nutrition project. I hope everyone in this room likes cooking and knows how to do it well.” She smiled almost mischievously as she began to bunch you all into groups. “Good luck, it’s dog eat dog in this place, every man for himself. So may the best man win.” 

My Home

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: Kicking off Frisky Fridays with our Daddy of the Week, Im Jaebum! My masterlist is here, don’t forget to send in your requests and cast your votes for next week’s Daddy! Thank you @kpopsmutbin for requesting! I hope you love it!

You walked into the house, expecting your boyfriend to be sitting on the couch when you got home from work. Instead of finding him, though, you found a sticky note on the counter where you usually set your keys.

His handwriting scrawled across the tiny piece of paper like he was in a hurry when he wrote it. It read:


I’m gonna be working late but I want you to know that I love you. I’ll be home when I can. Please don’t wait up for me.

All my love, always,


You sighed and put the note in your wallet, folding it carefully and putting it with all the other ones he’d written. This was the fourth night this week he’d been absent, and you were starting to worry.

You went about your business, made dinner and cleaned up after yourself, just like any other day. After dinner, you showered and pulled on your pajamas, taking your time brushing your hair. You settled into bed and curled up with your favorite book and turned on your lamp, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

You woke to Jaebum climbing into bed, and you rolled over, glancing at your phone. It was midnight, and he was just now coming home. You rolled your eyes, immediately annoyed that he was so late. The fact that you’d been alone all night was adding fuel to the fire. You rolled over to face him.

“Hi, baby,” he said quietly, “how was your night?”

Anger flooded through your veins, but you ignored it, trying to keep calm. “It was okay. I really missed you.”

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“Thomas what are you doing here?” you open the door, hiding your cold hands in the sleeves of your sweater, tucking a piece of your bed strewn hair behind your ear. His face is glowing, his eyes set on you as a smile spreads across his face. You hug your stomach, resting your head against the frame of the door.

“Look, I know that we haven’t spoken since the day in the park, and that you probably want to punch my in the face right now-”

“I do,” you force yourself not to laugh at the smirk that flickers across his face. You force yourself to remember. “Thomas I told you- I told you that I loved you and you walked away.”

“I know,” he holds up his hands, “I need you to understand that the closest I’ve gotten to talking to a girl before you was asking a girl on the tube which stop was next,” Thomas runs a hand through his hair shakily, “and the thought of love- well it scared the shit out of me to put it blankly. The idea of love is a beautiful thing, to find someone who knows you better than yourself, to feel a connection that deep, but love itself is daunting. All of the relationships in my life- my parents, my grandparents- have ended badly and left me caught in the middle of the side effects of love. Incurable side effects. I’ve grown up with this idea that love is the acceptance of an unavoidable, inevitable termination of a temporary high because of unmet expectations. Its like having a terminal disease and pretending you aren’t going to die. But then, then I met you and it made me question if maybe just maybe there is an exception to the destruction of love, that maybe there are some survivors. When you said you loved me, I was so afraid of what could happen, so afraid that I might get hurt by you, when in reality I was the one hurting myself because if I ever lost you, that would be the death of me.”

Thomas takes a deep breathe, stepping closer to you and brushing his fingers against your cheek. “And if love is what I was raised to believe, if it is my inevitable destruction then boy would I be honored to have my heart broken by you because - I love you.”

puppies and a pop star;

summary: you’re worried sick when your boyfriend, jungkook, is late coming home from recording, and even more worried when he walks in covered in bruises and holding a puppy that you definitely haven’t seen before.

relationship: jeon jungkook/reader.

genre: fluff.

words: 1.1k

warnings: none!

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

“And where the hell have you been?”

Jungkook thinks, in hindsight, that this was probably how sneaking a puppy into your home was gonna go.

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Notes *Tony Stark x Reader*


Warnings: A little angst, Tony Stark, and You’ve got mail spoilers

Requested by anon;

‘can i request a story where the reader has to figure out which one of the Avengers left her a secret admirer letter?(you can pick the admirer being bucky, steve or tony if you want)

Authors note:

Hi there! This one was a lot of fun to write. The original request asked for either Tony, Steve, or Bucky- if any of you are interested in reading the same prompt for Steve or Bucky please don’t be shy and send in a request! (I already have rough draughts saved of each)
Lucy :) x

Written by @toastburninglucy

‘Your smile could warm the coolest of hearts’

‘I love the freckles on your nose that come out in summer’

‘When your voice comes through the comms even in my darkest moments I know everything will be okay’

‘The smell of your god awful coffee in the morning is the best thing to wake up to’

‘You make life a little easier’

The notes went on and on; some longer than others but each one about you. You had no idea who had sent them, all you knew was that throughout your day they would appear in random places; your coffee mug, your go go-bag, inside the book you’re reading, on the pillow next to you after you’ve fallen asleep on the couch. Once you had even found one inside a box of cereal. It had been going on for six months now and you were still no closer to finding out who was sending them; they spilled out of the boxes you put them in, pouring into your room like an ocean.

“FRIDAY, any luck on Friday’s surveillance from the kitchen?” You ask, analysing samples of the teams handwriting
“Surveillance from that time is encrypted,”

You sigh deeply. Somehow the surveillance footage from whenever a note was delivered was encrypted; whoever’s leaving them mustn’t want to be found. “Can you override using my passcode?” You ask, knowing the answer
“Sorry, Y/N, you aren’t authorised.”

You groan a little, turning away from the samples of handwriting; you have analysed them five times already with no luck. What hope do you have of finding out who sends these notes? Maybe they don’t even want you to know. If they are so desperate for you not to find out that they block you out of the surveillance footage before they even drop the note, then maybe its for the best that you don’t find out who they are. 

You pause, a lightbulb going off in your mind. “FRIDAY, can you notify me next time someone blocks me out of the surveillance?”
You wait with baited breath, stomach flipping and heart pounding. Trying not to think of who you want it to be and failing miserably.
“Alright,” She says finally, a hint of resignation in her voice “but I had nothing to do with it,”


3am. Your hair’s a mess and your eyes are bleary, but still you’re running through the compound; chest heaving, heart hammering. You round the final corner and stop dead in your tracks, the gym door in front of you. On the tips of your toes, you look through the glass and see a figure hunched in the corner, opening an equipment drawer.
This is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for. Without hesitation, you push the door open and walk in.


When he hears you he freezes, muscles tensing and heart stopping. “Tony?”
Your voice cuts through him, the hesitant whisper making him sick. How on earth did you know he was here? His palms start to sweat; in a moment he knows he will have to turn and face you, look you in the eye and answer your questions. He doesn’t know if he can. 

Many people think Tony is brave, and they’re right; in many ways he is one of the most courageous men to walk the earth, possessing both the brains and the heart to save whoever he can by whatever means necessary. The one thing that Tony Stark is a coward about, is the one thing which matters to him above all else; you.

As you walk closer he stands, eyes wide and a note crumpled into his fist. “Y/N,” He says, a showman’s smile on his face “little late for a workout.”
You say nothing, your mind blank as you walk towards him. You can hear your heart beating, you can feel the blood pumping faster through your veins as you stop less than a pace in front of him, afraid to go any closer. “It’s you.” You whisper, your voice distant.

Tony shuffles awkwardly, his face turning red as he looks anywhere but at you. He can’t style this one out. This is his greatest dream and his worst nightmare; sure, he’d wanted to tell you. But not like this. He feels your eyes burning into him and somehow manages to crumble while every muscle in his body tenses. “I’m sorry I’m not someone better,” He scoffs darkly, something in his eyes flickering “I’m sure you wanted it to be one of the others; one of the perfect ones.”

You stand in shock, wanting to recoil as he turns and looks you in the eye. His gaze is intense, full of fear and anger and everything that he hates about himself. “I know you want to laugh.” He says- no, spits. His words are firing out without thought. White hot panic. “Go ahead; go and laugh with everyone about how I send you pathetic notes like a middle schooler; that I hang around to watch that blush come onto your cheeks as you read them; that I developed a new style of handwriting and encrypted security footage so you wouldn’t be able to figure out it was me because I knew what a disappointment it would be… Well, I’m sorry, Y/N, but we don’t all get the prince charming we deserve.”

His chest heaves as he stares at you, waiting for some sort of a reply. Sweat glistens on his forehead. You want to cry; in fact, you might already be crying, you can’t be sure. Your eyes sting and your throat swells so much that you’re scared you might not be able to breathe in a moment.

Whatever you say, you know it has to be good. Words have never been your thing and you need the right ones now. In your minds panic borrowed words come to you and they seem so good that you actually use them.

“I wanted it to be you,” You whisper, biting your lip with misty eyes “I wanted it to be you so badly.”

You’ve got mail. You think of Meg Ryan stood in that park, you think of the way she looks at Tom Hanks as he wipes away her tears. Your tears now roll down your cheeks as you almost smile, trying to recall the last time you felt so vulnerable. Tony looks away from you, itching his bottom lip with his thumb looking lost. You think he is going to say something; that he will be your Tom Hanks and wipe away your tears and kiss you. But he just stands there looking away from you like you’re suddenly an inconvenience.

Your chest hollows and your heart turns heavy. You realise with a sickening clarity that you have the wrong end of the stick; that Tony clearly isn’t in love with you. That this is all just some prank, something he does to pass the time. You will never be his Meg Ryan.

You scrape what dignity you have left up off the floor and turn around, your hand on the door when he says “I love it when you quote movies.”

You look at him as he unfolds the crumpled note in his hand and holds it in the air. “That was my note to you, today.” He says with a sort of smile, looking at the ground “Tomorrow’s is about your awful taste in music, and how I would throw out all the stereos to stop you playing if it weren’t for the smile it puts on your face,”

A laugh escapes you. A croaky, unsure, and most definitely still crying laugh which makes you sound like a piglet. “You see,” He says a little louder, stepping a little closer until there’s almost nothing between you “I don’t ever run out of things to write about.”

His eyes are boring into yours. “Because I fall in love with you a little bit more every time I see you,” He whispers, lips brushing against yours “and there’s a thousand more things I want to tell you, but I’m so afraid to write them,”

“Why?” The word feels too short for the electric charge it carries.

“Because I can never be enough for you.”

You press your forehead into his, hoping if you press hard enough you’ll be able to poke around in his brain and let him know what he is to you, and that he is more than enough and he always will be. He uses the edge of his sleeve to dry your tears and smiles “Don’t cry,” He soothes as you bring your lips closer to his “there’s nothing sad about being in love with you.”

And then you kiss him; you kiss him for so long you forget what it’s like to breathe. You cram everything into your kiss and hope that when it’s finished he will realise you’re in love with him too.

(Once again, something written by the lovely @toastburninglucy :) gotta love her, right? Go over and tell her how amazing this was. - Rosalee)

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Im Youngmin || Can’t Stay Mad

Genre: Angst / Fluff

Originally posted by forwoojin

You and Youngmin held hands as you two walked through the mall together. It was Saturday so the mall was obviously packed with a lot of people. You looked at all of the stores, wondering which store to go to first since all you wanted to buy was some new clothes. You looked at Forever 21, but you remembered the last time you and Youngmin went there, the lady that ran the dressing rooms yelled at Youngmin and accused him for being a pervert for trying to sneak into your dressing room. So that store is out of the list, you thought.

“Y/N, should we try this store?” Youngmin asks you, pointing to the store on his left. You turn your head and look at the store he’s pointing to and see all of the nice clothes through the window of the shop. You smile and nod your head, and drag Youngmin along with you into the store.

As you and Youngmin step inside the store, you stood in awe at all of the nice clothes that were hanging on the racks. You and Youngmin parted ways, you looking at the women’s section and him looking in the men’s section. As you were searching for nice clothes to buy, Youngmin calls your name. Your turn around and see him wearing an ugly colored brown fedora hat. “Hey Y/N, don’t I look good?” He asks, making weird poses. You giggle and you felt your heart melt at how cute and silly your boyfriend can be at times.

You were still trying to find something nice, until your eyes landed on a cute floral top. You pull it out of the rack and look in the mirror, holding the shirt up to see how it’d look on you.

“That’s one of our best selling tops!” You turn around and come face-to-face with an unfamiliar guy, who’s smiling widely at you. You raise an eyebrow and look him up and down, noticing the lanyard with his ID card around his neck. ‘He must be a worker here.’

“U-uh, that’s great…?” You didn’t what to respond with so you just came up with the most awkward response ever. He chuckles and stands by you in the mirror, taking the floral top from your hands and holding it in front of you again. He smiles. “You know this would go great with these dark blue jeans.” He points to a pair of dark blue jeans that were hanging on the rack below you. You grab the pair of jeans he was referring to and hold it up.

“Wow, these would be pretty nice with the top.” You agree. He smiles and grabs the jeans from your hands. “So are you willing to go with these?”

You nod your head. “Yes, I would-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you feel Youngmin grab your wrist and dragging you out of the store. “Let’s go, Y/N.” He said harshly as he drags you out of the mall and to his car. Before he could open the passenger’s side door for you, you let go of his hand. “What the hell, Youngmin?! Why did you drag me all the way here?” You spat at him. He ignores you and open the door for you, pushing you inside. Before you could say anything else, he closes the door and walks around the car, opening his door and getting inside of the car. You cross your arms, glaring at him, waiting for him to say something to you and explain what his problem is, but all he does is starts the car and drives off.

He gets out of the car and makes his way towards your guys’s apartment, ignoring your remarks and avoiding eye contact with you. Youngmin’s never been this way before and you’re glad he hasn’t, this new side of him irritated you already and you just wanted to know what’s wrong with him. You walk inside of the apartment after him and shut the door. You see him making his way into your guys’s shared bedroom and you swiftly follow behind him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask him, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed. He ignores you and turns on the TV. You started growing angrier every second, getting annoyed by his sudden attitude that he’s never had with you before. You grab the remote out of his hands and turn the TV off, throwing it to the side before looking at him. “Tell me what your problem is.”

He huffs and looks up at you. You notice that his eyes were a bit watery and you started calming down as you saw it. “You think I didn’t notice, huh? I saw you and that worker talking. He was obviously flirting with you.”

You give him a confused look. “What? Youngmin, he wasn’t flirting with me, he was helping me out on what clothes I should buy!”

Youngmin stands up, standing tall right in front of you. “Helping you? From what I remember, you’ve never asked me for your help when you want to go shopping.” His voice was raising a bit louder.

“You’re confusing me now. What’s the big deal anyway? Why, a guy can’t help me shop for clothes without you getting pissed? And besides, you never want to help me out.” As you said this, Youngmin’s face turned red.

“I’m jealous okay?!” He admitted, his voice much louder than before. “That asshole kept staring at you, and he was all close to you. Do you really expect me not to be scared and worried that I’ll lose you?” He started crying, wiping a few tears away. As he said all of this, you felt bad for being angry at him and yelling at him. You walk towards him and a wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” You say against his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your head.

“I’m just so afraid of losing you…” His voice cracks and you felt your heart swell with so much emotions. You never thought Youngmin would be the jealous type, but now that you know he is, you find it cute but you also don’t want him thinking that you’ll leave him. Honestly, how could you ever?

You look up at him and kiss his lips softly. “You’ll never lose me, Youngmin.”

Make A Stark ~Part 4 - Robb Stark x Reader

Okay, so this part is… pretty crap. Not gonna lie. I am sorry guys and I’m sorry it took so long. 

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“Where’s Robb?” You blinked wearily looking around your room only to find your handmaiden and no Robb,

“He had to attend to some business, my lady.” By the way she took a moment to reply you knew there was something wrong,

“He is in trouble with his father, isn’t he?” Your handmaiden looked down at her hands before nodding slightly,

“Not his father, my lady.” You sat up slightly, your head full of confusion,

“What do you mean?” the young girl hesitated again,

“There is to be a visitor to Winterfell, my lady, your father is to be here soon.” You sat bolt upright,

“Get me prepared to go out, now.”

“My lady, I do not think…”

“It would not be a good idea, (y/n).” Robb appeared at your door but you didn’t great him so lovingly,

“Why did you not tell me my father was riding here?”

“Leave us,” Robb spoke to the maid and she scurried out quickly as his relaxed mood changed bitterly, “you are not to see him when he arrives.”


“I believe he intends to take you home, I cannot have that my darling.” You looked at him sadly,

“I cannot defy my father Robb…”
“Yes you can,” he strode over to you as you stood and went to gaze out of the window again, resting his hands on your waist with a sigh, “he is a manipulative abusive man and l don’t want to live without you. I

can’t.“ He spun you around in his arms and pulled you closer to him, embracing you carefully and resting his head on yours but you were preoccupied, you didn’t wrap your arms around his this time. You couldn’t hold anyone, you were too busy holding a grudge against your father.

It was hours before your father and his men rode into Winterfell and you had since changed for the first time in days. You watched as he paraded himself around the Starks as they stood proud in the courtyard, Robb had demanded that you stay in your room but he said nothing about watching. You could see your second eldest brother with him, he was the best of your brothers but hid it well, he used to show you a little kindness when you were back at home and you hoped that it would remain that way. You watched as your father dismounted, closely followed by your brother, and greeted Ned harshly completely ignoring Lady Stark and walking away sternly with Lord Stark - Robb following quickly. You were startled away from your door by a knock, you already knew who it was, “Alix, it’s been a while.”

“(y/n).” Even now he kept his distance from you, it seemed like too much time without you around had made him more alike to your brothers.

“What do you and father want here?” you demanded,

“Lovely to see you too dear sister” he laughed,

“I am not messing around, what do you want?”

“Well, father was planning on taking you home and marrying you off to some lord but now you have disgraced yourself no one will have you.” he mocked and seemed to snigger, he wasn’t the brother you knew,

“What has happened to you?”
“To me? I am not the one giving themselves to every lord you see,”
“I haven’t given anything to anyone, I was sick, Alix! I was ill and Robb helped me. That is all that happened.”  Alix looked at you for a moment before his smirk fell from his face,

“You’re being serious? Nothing happened?”

“No! Nothing happened and now my reputation is ruined and like you said no one will have me. I’ll be some spinster disowned by father.” You raked your hands through your hair, “What is father saying to Robb, to Lord Stark?”

“I don’t know…” you both looked at each other in a slight panic before you heard shouting coming from the courtyard outside.

You bolted to the window looking out to see Robb a fingertip away from your father as he screamed bloody murder. You looked back at your brother dangerously before grabbing your furs and running from the room.

“Father!” you stormed towards him, not caring who was looking, “What in the whole of Westeros do you think you are doing?” You stood between Robb and your father almost protectively as if you were shielding him from your fathers sharp tongue and fast sword.

“I send you here as a respectable girl and yet you whore yourself out to northern boys.” He spat.  His words and you could almost feel Robb tense behind you, “All you women are the same. Whores”  Robb moved to stand before you instead seeming to stand taller as the young wolf protected you,

“How dare you speak to her like that, this ‘woman’ is more respectable than you will ever be.”

“I was right to get rid of your mother after she had you, wish I had done the same with you” your father’s snarl was one you were used to but his words never failed to hurt you.

“You need to learn to keep your mouth shut” Robb’s fists clenched firmly at his sides and you reached forward resting your hand on his arm to attempt to calm him, ignoring the way your father glared at the action,

“And you are any better? Using whores to keep you company - just like your father I wouldn’t be surprised if she carried a bastard just like your brother.” Robb snapped and landed a firm punch to his face, probably sapping your father’s nose and sending him to the floor. All you could do was watch.

She is your daughter and she is just as innocent as when you sent her here. I know you don’t know what it feels or looks like to care for and look after a woman but I do,” Robb placed another swift punch to your fathers face and you watched on silently, you had never had this kind of protection from anyone in your life and you had never felt your heart swell so much. With one final punch Robb spoke again, “And that was for my brother.” He spat before walking to you again, wrapping his arm around you once again,

“My darling, are you okay?” You simply looked up at him remaining silent. It was rare for anyone to see Robb in that way and although you admired his strength and adored the way he cared for you, it scared you.

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cynekixbakuia  asked:

Can I have a scenario where Bakugou's shy s/o says "I love you" for the first time and where they hug him after that to hide zheir flushed face? (///^///) ♡ and what would he do or something hehe, thank you ♡

It was a typical spring day out, the sky was a brilliant blue, accompanied by fluffy white clouds. You feel a fresh cool breeze past your face as you walk side by side with your significant other, Bakugo. Though at times he can be loud and boisterous, you still adore and love him. However, you couldn’t say you loved him and it was honestly frustrating. People do it all the time, including your partner, so why wouldn’t you?

Your thoughts were interrupted when your boyfriend tightened the grip around your waist.

“What’s the matter?” he inquires. You hum in surprise, and give a baffled look.

“Why aren’t you talking about shit like your day? Like you usually do?” he continues. You simply shrug,

“Nothing excited happened today. How was yours?” He let out a grunt and dropped the conversation. Along the way, you couldn’t help but continue to think about how to say those three words to him. Surely he deserves them, considering he always protects you and wouldn’t let anything get near you. By the time, you reach your destination, you let out a shaky sigh.

“Katsuki?” He grunts once more, indicating you have his attention.

“iloveyou” you blurt out, mentally slapping yourself in the head for being so you. Your cheeks swell with a pink tint. He looks up at you, staring into your eyes. There was something different in his eyes today, it was a little twinkle. Bakugo then goes back to his smug grin and pulls you into a tight hug, covering your flustered face.

“I know idiot, it’s about time you admitted it,” he says amused. You rolled your eyes as he pecked your cheek and whispered the usual,

“I love you.”