#sweet baby jezus

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Alexander Skarsgård – The Met Gala – 6 May ’24.  Thanks SwedishDelish.

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Could you share some interesting Czech blasphemes? Some of my favorite American ones are “Christ on a bike” and “sweet baby Jesus”

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so starting with the basic ones, you ofc have "Ježíši Kriste" (said more like "ježišikriste") meaning really just "Jesus Christ" in the vocative case. Common is also "ježišmarjá" (a slurred blend of Jesus and Mary) and when you need to go even more intense you include the whole family - "ježišmarjajosef" (Jesus, Mary and Joseph). When said even more quickly it becomes "šmarjá" or "šmarjájozef"

people also use "jezus" (Jesus but in Polish) and derived variants similar to above

"jezuskote" and "jezusmankote" comes from Jesus and Gott/mein Gott from German

"hergot" from German Herr Gott (dear god), or more intense "himlhergot" (dear god in heaven)

"sakra" and derived "sakryš" and "safra" from Latin "sacrum". can also be used as an intensifying adverb "setsakramentsky"

"kruci" and "krucifix" referring to the cross

cue the ultimate boss - "himlhergotdonerveterkrucajselement" - rarely actually used but incredibly iconic, popularized by a children's tv series Krakonošovy pohádky. means "dear god in heaven, thunderstorms, cross and elements"

some more fun ones are "kristova noho" (a favourite of my highschool teacher, means "Christ's foot"), "panenko skákavá" (sounds like "jumping lady" but actually refers to a painting of the Virgin Mary in Skoky), "ježkovy oči" (lit. "hedgehog's eyes", "Jesus" was replaced with the similar-sounding hedgehog to avoid blasphemy), "čert to vem" ("devil take it", important here that this does not refer to the christian devil but to a slavic demon of sorts), "do čerta" ("by the devil", less frequent, I think slovaks use that more?) and a rare one that's used mostly in the Silesian region where I live, "do Pěruna", "do Pieruna" "doparoma", meaning "by Perun", the Slavic god of thunder

[codfanficedits]

Christmas - Part 3/4

Pairing: John Price x Reader

Summary: John during Christmas :)

Wordcount: 2307 | Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: A little bit hinting to NSFW, I think? A lot of fluff :)

A/N: I need me a man like this :(

You don’t really know how it had happened, but it just happened. Instead of two eggs, you used four, you know, so then the carton would be empty, John would be bringing home new eggs anyway. And all you had to do was add double flour, extra butter, and a whole lot of chocolate chips, and somehow you ended up with sixty-six cookies. Well, sixty-five, since you had to taste one. You triple check the recipe you used, and sure, after you’ve read the author’s life story, it says clearly that is a recipe for just fifteen cookies, and you’re still not sure how you ended up with sixty-five after doubling your ingredients.

You look at your countertops, it’s filled with baking sheets full of cookies. Which wouldn’t be such a hassle, if the cookies would be the only thing you had baked. On your right are countertops filled with chocolate cupcakes, topped off with a buttercream of vanilla and some chopped up walnuts, and to your left there were blueberry muffins with a cream cheese drizzle. Your eyes shift to the clock, knowing that John will be home soon, and you let out a sigh. Who would let a stressed out person who likes to bake loose in a kitchen anyway?

Your hand reaches for your phone and you look up the number for the homeless shelter not too far away. You and John had donated to them a few times before, and what would be a better use for all these sweets that you had baked?

The lady who answers the phone is a little weary at first, and you can’t blame her, how many people treat the homeless shelter as their personal dumpster, dropping off spoiled food, dropping off food laced with who knows what. She asks you to identify yourself when you drop the goods, and you have to sign a weaver. It all sounds fair to you. Just as you end the call, you can hear the front door slam close.

John

With a loud groan he enters the kitchen, his eyes lighting up when he sees all those bakes goods. Was that the reason your shopping list was so long?

"Sweet baby Jezus." He complains, setting the heavy bags down on the counter. “Is this just for me?” He teases as he reaches out to the cookies. “Hey!” He protests when you swat his hand away. His joyful attitude wiped away the peace and quiet you had yourself surrounded in.

Your eyes flickered between the cookies, and the cupcakes you had been baking. "Maybe I did go a little overboard." You giggled. "A little?" he chuckles as he catches sight of the mountain of baked goods. All of that looks like it had to have taken you ages to make! He has to wonder who could eat that many sweets. Maybe he could help you get rid of them.

His arms snake around your waist and he presses a kiss on your forehead. “What’s on your mind, love?” Your shoulders slump at his question. “Just a little stress.” You mumble at his question. John doesn’t buy it. “You’ve been baking enough to feed a whole army, something is bothering you.”

“Just a little nervous to see my mom again.” You mutter eventually, there would be no use in hiding this from him anyway. John chuckled softly at your words. “Is she nagging about grandkids again?”

“Mhm, while calling me fat in the same conversation.”

He kisses your forehead again, his lips lingering against your skin. “We’re not going.” You want to look up at him, but he keeps your face in place with his kiss. “What?” “I refuse to let you ruin your own Christmas because your mother can’t shut up. We’ve told her countless times that our decision on children is not up to her to intervene with.”

“Yeah but what if…” Your voice trails off, you know your mother wouldn’t take lightly to this news.

“I can talk to her.” John muses, as he looks at you. “You are the love of my life, I’ll be damned if I let your mother make you miserable, just because she refuses to go to therapy.”

You gave him a quick peck on his lips. "Thank you lovie." The idea of not seeing your mother for Christmas gave you some room to breathe, maybe a year without judgement would do you good.

His hands go to your waist again, squeezing you softly as he pulls you in closer. "You're welcome, love," he whispers softly. "You look really beautiful. More so than usual."

Your arms go around his neck, and you kiss him softly, a smile on his face when he looks at the baked goods again.

"I want to drop a few off at the homeless shelter." You whisper against his lips. "Want to help me?" You ask him.  "I'll let you eat a cupcake first."

"If I do help, am I allowed to sample one of your cupcakes beforehand?" he asks, a playful, mischievous glint in his eyes. While he jokes, he knows those cupcakes of you are to die for. Even having one before helping you deliver the rest would be enough to make this a grand day.

"Please? Just one?"

"How can I say no to you?" You chuckled softly. "I have chocolate ones, with a buttercream of vanilla and walnuts. Or blueberry with a cream cheese drizzle." You mentioned.

"Which one would you like, love?" You asked him, turning around to the cupcakes. He is completely torn over which one to choose, and the more he debates it, the harder it is for him to pick. "Do I pick the chocolate? Or the blueberry? Hmmmmmm..."

He glances back at you, unable to hide the adoration in his eyes. "You know what? I like surprises. Surprise me." And to really make you work for it, he kisses you again, stealing one last taste before it's time to choose.

Your eyes light up and you grin. "Close your eyes!" You order him. He closes his eyes as you say, eager to see if he can guess which is which without seeing.

You take a chocolate cupcake, the blueberry cupcake and your cinnamon sugar cookie.

You smile as he closes his eyes, and you can't help but kiss him. You place a small piece of the blueberry cupcake in his mouth. "Guess which one this is."

Once it's in his mouth, it's clear that it is most definitely the blueberry cupcake. There's no mistaking that flavour of blueberry and cream cheese.

"Blueberry," he answers confidently. And he opens his eyes to see you grinning triumphantly.

"Correct." You chuckled, before you placed a piece of her cinnamon sugar cookie between his lips. "Guess again!" You giggled before you pressed a kiss on his jawline. "If you guess all three right." You whispered in his ear. "I'll go on top tonight."

"Cinnamon sugar? It has to be that delicious cookie. But if I'm wrong, then I'll never hear the end of it." And he takes a bite, revelling at the sweetness of the dough. "This is absolutely incredible," he smiles.

At what you mention next, his eyes snap wide open. Not even a millisecond of hesitation passes by before an excited "YES!" crosses his lips. "Okay, the next one has to be chocolate. There's no way that's anything but chocolate."

You laugh at his enthusiasm. "There is only one flavour left and that is chocolate.” You chuckle, as you feed him the piece of chocolate cupcake. “So it seems I’ll put in the work tonight.”

"Let’s drop off these cookies and cupcakes at the homeless shelter. And when we get home, I'll show you why I should be on the nice list." You added with a soft chuckle.

"I can't wait," he whispers, leaning in for another kiss. "But first, I'll be a good boy for you."

"And I really can't emphasize how much I love you for making all of these for that shelter," he chuckles. "They deserve the best Christmas possible. And these, I can assure you, are the best." He gives you an affectionate squeeze, before grabbing your hand to head towards the door together.

"Being with you has made me realize how lucky I truly am." You smiled. "And I hope these cupcakes bring a little bit of hope to other too." You added, as you brought the cupcakes and cookies to the car. You took place in the passenger seat. "Drive carefully please." You pleaded.

"Yeah, lucky is definitely the word to describe it," he teases with a smirk. "I think it'll do more than that," he replies. He knows how big of an impact your delicious baking has had on him, and he has no doubt it will be equally as meaningful to them.

At your concern, he nods. "You know I'm not some speed racer, love," he chuckles, turning the car on and beginning your trip.

You pressed a kiss on his cheek before you puts your seatbelt on. "You're a delight." You chuckled softly. "I am so happy you were granted leave for the holidays, John."

"It has been a while since we celebrated Christmas together, and I'm looking forward to it." You add quietly.

The kiss warms his cheek, the sensation of your lips on him bringing an easy smile to his face. "You know I've missed you desperately, love," he whispers back, his attention turned to the road in front of him. "I've been counting the seconds until I had you back in my arms again. You'll never know how much I look forward to being with you on Christmas."

The smile on his face grows as the two of you ride along together. There's something heartwarming and magical about spending the season with the one you truly love.

Of course you had missed him too, more than he would ever know.

You get excited when you arrive at the shelter, and you get out of car, making sure to get to the person who you talked to on the phone. You bring them the cupcakes and cookies before, showing them your ID and signing the weaver. It doesn’t need to be bombastic, you don’t need the praise, you just want to do a little something for others.

"Let’s get back to home, love." You said, as you got in to the car again, before you pressed a kiss on his lips.

Seeing you get excited is always endearing. The way your eyes light up with joy never fails to captivate him. And your eagerness to help those in need is one of the many qualities he loves about you. He wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a comforting squeeze.

"Yes, yes. Let's go home. I can't wait to snuggle up with you again," he says with a smile. And he begins to drive home—where you both belong, where this Christmas season is meant to be spent.

You had missed him, you knew what you got yourself in to when you married a soldier, but it was hard at times. Having him home for Christmas really was a delight.

"I have a good Christmas present for you this year." You hummed content. "I'm really sure you'll like it." You watch the Christmas decorations when you pass the houses in the neighbourhood, and you adore it.

His curiosity is piqued. "I'll like it, you say?" he asks with a wry smile. "Why do I get the feeling you enjoy watching me squirm in anticipation?"

He doesn't mind the torture. In fact, he loves it. It makes the big reveal that much more special. "I have something for you, too, love," he says in turn. "I put quite a bit of thought into it." He winks as he turns the corner, heading towards the driveway.

Oh you love this, the anticipation, the giddy feeling it gives you. It had taken you a while, but you had managed to order his favourite cigars from Cuba. You had to keep it for yourself for so long now, and it made you feel like you could explode any moment.

"Come on!" You urged him as he parked the car. "I know it’s not Boxing Day yet, but i really want to give you your present."

He chuckles at the thought of your excitement.

"Alright, alright, you've won. We don't need to wait another day." With that, he helps you get out of the car. And now you both stand before the front door.

"Okay, love, you would need to wait a little more, I will have the stage first.” He smiles.

He is gentle as he drags you towards the tree. He had a whole day planned for this, but he can't wait any longer. So John goes down on one knee, holding your hand, a black velvet box in his other hand. "Would you do me the honour to renew our vows?"

The question catches you off guard, almost like a swift punch to the gut. Your mind, in the heat of the moment, flashes back through all the time you’ve spent together—all the beautiful memories you've made.

"John," you says softly, wrapping your arms around you in an embrace. "Of course I will."

With the words spoken, there's nothing he wants more than to feel your warm, loving embrace. You could be married a thousand more times, and it would never get old.

“I love you so much, and the time we have to spend apart only makes me realize it more." John whispered in to your ear. "And every day that's spent away from you is nothing but torture. I'm just glad I get to have you back this Christmas. I look forward to tonight and to the coming year."

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Sweet baby jezus…

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sometimes i actually completely forget sansa and tyrion are in the same city just bc tyrion’s kings landing (making jokes that make every1 laugh, power moves against and control over those he mistrusts, constant visits to brothels, POISONING CERSEI, sitting on the iron throne) is so different from sansa’s kings landing (constantly being beaten by joffrey’s guards, getting punished for things completely out of her control, never displaying her true emotions and perpetually living in fear, risking her life for any chance of escape bc at this point she’d rather die than stay there, literally just being a prisoner of the lannisters) and im emo about it

[blueberrylemontea-fanfic]

Burning Poison

Peter Quill x reader

When Y/N gets stung by a strange plant on a deserted planet, the task of saving her falls to Peter. The only catch, the only way to save her, is sex.

Smutty smut smut and fluff at the end.

I'm a sucker for post-sex conversations so I apologize for the extremely cheesy endig.

Enjoy xx

Quill had picked you up when you were just a scared 16 year old kid.

He rescued you from a gang whose leader wanted to make you his wife, much to your dismay.

When the guardians rescued you, you couldn't have been more grateful. You finally found a family...

They were more than family, really. You actually got along great with all of them, which is more than most families can say.

They all became great friends of yours, but especially Peter. You blamed it on the fact that when he found you, you were a teenager and he acted like he was one.

That was almost five years ago now, and in that time, you and Peter had gotten closer than you ever imagined you could get with someone. He knew every last one of your secrets -well, except for the fact that you thought he was absolutely gorgeous and you had quite the crush on him- and you'd liked to think that you knew more about him than anyone else.

You were pretty set on never actually acting on this crush though, you were pretty sure it would ruin the amazing bond you two had going on. The universe, on the other hand, turned out to have other plans about that.

You were on a mission to explore an abandoned planet, your main goal was to see if you could find the reason it had been deserted.

You had gotten a bit ahead of the other guardians, intrigued by a bush of pink flowers decorating the near-empty field. The closer you got to it, the more entranced you seemed to become by it. It was like the plant was drawing you in somehow.

When you got close enough, you could smell the sweet nectar radiating from its flowers. It was bewitching, luring you closer and closer until finally you reached out your hand to touch one of its petals.

The second you touched it, you knew it had been a mistake.

You pulled your hand back like the plant had zapped you and your entire hand burned. You felt the burns radiating through your entire body, feeling like you could just combust at any moment.

You jumped away from the pink poison that had just pricked you and called out for the others.

"Guys! I need help!" You cried, immediately worrying the guardians, who came rushing over to you as fast as they could.

"Y/n, what happened?" Gamora was the first to ask.

All you could do at this point was gesture towards the plant and yelp out in pain. By now the fire had spread, mainly to your more sensitive areas, it was like it was trying to burn you, choke you and make you aggressively and painfully horny all at the same time.

"Mantis, check her out!" Quill ordered.

Quickly Mantis placed her hands on your temples.

"She's in pain, so much pain" she said worriedly "and she's arroused too, but it's too much, it's so bad that it's hurting her. She needs release, and I think she needs it really quickly"

"Are you tryin to tell us that to help her, we gotta get her laid?" Rocket quirked his eyebrow. Gamora hit him in the arm "Don't be crued"

"Actually I think that might be the most effective way to fix her, if not the only one" Mantis piped up.

"I-I think she's right" you groaned.

You were trying your best to stay upright, but you were trembling violently, clawing at your skin to try and relieve some of the pain and aching. Everyone stared at you in shock, this wasn't exactly the kind of problem-solving they were used to.

You could barely hold yourself up anymore and the burning was getting worse. Your vision began to fog over and your head was getting cloudy.

"Shit, guys, I need someone to fuck me right now"

They saw you writhing and trashing and knew there was no other way.

"Quill, I think this is more your area of expertise" Gamora said "We'll head back to the ship and you take care of her, okay?" She said sternly and directed the others towards the ship without waiting for an answer.

"But, what?"

Quill was just standing there completely perplexed, the colour had drained from his face. I mean sure he'd thought about it and he liked you so incredibly much, but this seemed insanely wrong.

"Quill" you moaned as you collapsed against him. "Please, I -I need you"

He swallowed thickly, completely torn over what he was supposed to do.

"It hurts so bad, Quill. I think it's killing me" You pleaded as you pushed yourself up against him. Just touching him took away a bit of the burning feeling, just a bit though.

"Shit" Peter muttered as he held you close.

"Shit darling, what am I supposed to do here? You don't know what you're saying with this shit in your system, it's messing with your brain. I can't just go and sleep with you when I'm not sure you want me to! You're barely 20 for god's sake, you're a kid... And shit sweetheart, you're a virgin, how can I possibly do this to you?"

You looked up at him, eyes blown with lust as well as pain.

"Quill, please, I'm begging you. I want you, hell even if it weren't for this shit I'd want you."

You were rubbing yourself against him, feeling horrible because it was so abrasive, yet getting so much relief from it.

"What?" Peter asked suprisedly.

"What do you mean?"

"Peter you are the most gorgeous man in the galaxy, you're funny and amazing and I want you, I NEED you right now. You know I'm ready"

He did know that. You'd told him in one of your late night drunken conversations, the same one in which you'd told him you were a virgin.

You snapped him back out of his thoughts abruptly "Quill, I'm burning up, this is killing me! So please, unless you're not up for it, please fuck me."

You begged for him as a shooting pain shot through your stomach, making you collapse and cry out in agony.

Quill caught you quickly, holding you up as gently as he could. You looked back up at him with tears brimming in your eyes.

"Please help me" you croacked.

That did it.

Peter couldn't stand watching you suffer any longer. He couldn't help but be a little worried about how much he wanted you too, worried that he shouldn't be doing this after all, that he'd lose you because of this.

But on the other hand, jezus did he want you. You were gorgeous and he'd thought about driving his cock into you so many lonely nights on the Milano. He liked you so much that it hurt and he never imagined you would be into him, mostly because of the age difference.

But he had no time to worry about that now.

He swept of his coat and put it down on a flat peace of ground, then he swept you up in his arms and kissed you tentatively.

You gasped with relief as he touched you and kissed back hungrily, tugging at his shirt and belt buckle. Peter laid you down on his coat and pulled his shirt over his head quickly.

You waisted no time clawing at his abs and his back. "Fuck, Quill, I really need you to get me off now" you panted.

He nodded shakily and peeled your clothes off of you. The cool air felt amazing against your skin, you hadn't realized just how hot you were getting.

Peter couldn't help but stare at you, you were unbelievably gorgeous, but you still looked like you were in terrible pain.

"Shit" you gasped loudly as Peter rubbed your clit with his thumb. You sat up a little to scratch and bite at his neck, leaving your marks on him but feeling so much better in the process of it.

"Fuck Y/n" Peter let slip. "Shit you're so wet" he realised as he slipped a finger inside of you. He pumped in and out of you slowly, trying not to hurt you but you weren't having any of it.

"Quill, please, more!" You groaned. He added another finger and quickened his pace. He thought maybe this would be enough, still unsure if you were really up to sleeping with him.

"Peter... Fuck... it's not enough. I need you inside of me now, please fuck me" "Are you absolutely sure, Y/n?" He asked one last time.

You nodded vigorously "Peter, I want you to do this. I want to feel you inside of me. I need you, my Star-Lord"

When he heard you call him that, he knew for sure that you were all in on this. You'd never call him Star-Lord unsarcastically otherwise. And Quill would be damned if it hadn't turned him on.

He pulled of his own pants and boxers and lined himself up with your entrance.

"Are you ready, darling"

"Fuck yes" you sighed, and slowly, Peter pushed himself inside you. He held still for a little while so you could get used to him, but you started grinding yourself on him quickly, urging him on.

He started thrusting into you, making sure not to go to hard. He was so torn between making sure he didn't hurt you on your first time and desperately wantig to screw your brains out.

You groaned at his pace, needing more. "Fuck, Quill, come on already!" You sneared at him and he dared pick up the pace a little, sinking into you deeper, revelling in the feeling.

"Hmm shit, that's better. Fuck me like you want to fuck me, Quill, like I know the real Star-Lord can fuck" you purred at him. And fuck, did he hear you this time.

He threw your right leg over his shoulder, pounding into you now like he'd wanted to for the past year. His hands cupping your breast, toying with them. Playing with your hardened nipples, teasing them as you yelled out for him.

He kissed you everywhere he could reach you, biting your bottom lip, your neck, your collarbone, your pulse point, until finally he had his mouth clamped around one of your nipples. He licked you and teased you as he kneeded your other breast with his hand.

The stimulation was getting to you, finally removing some of the fog in your head and the burning in you limbs.

"God Peter, you're amazing" you mumbled when your head was completely clear again. "You feel so fucking good, making me feel so good"

Quill groaned loudly "Shit, Y/n, if you keep saying stuff like that this is gonna be over a lot quicker. You're so gorgeous, baby, so fucking gorgeous"

He looked in your eyes intensely before crashing his lips down on yours. You touched his cheeck softly as you worked your mouth together with his.

It was the first moment that you hadn't touched him in the poisoned frenzy, the first time you hadn't clawed at him and left blotchy scratchmarks on him. And eventhough he was still pounding into you, it suddenly felt kind of lovingly intimate.

Most of the burning was wearing off and it no longer felt like you were choking, you still needed him, but you were also starting to feel some actual pleasure instead of just pain relief.

You moaned through the kiss, making Peter throw his head back in near despair.

"Fuck, that was hot, sweetheart. If you're not careful, you're gonna be the one to kill me."

You chuckled and ground yourself down on him, trying to match his rhythm. "God Peter, I'm so close" you moaned.

Peter brought a hand down between your bodies and started rubbing circles on your clit again. You gasped and arched your back up.

"Shit, Y/n, you're so sexy... Let go for me babe"

"Mmm Peter, keep talking" you panted breathlessly, writhing underneath him.

"You like it when I talk to you? Like it when I whisper in your ear sweetheart?"

The nickname made you squirm, it felt so overwhelmingly nice. You weren't used to the incredible sensation, but you sure as hell could get used to it. You nodded softly, entangling a hand in his hair.

"You gonna cum for me darling? Gonna let me see that beautiful face as you cum around me? Come on baby, you can do it, let me take care of you, Y/n"

It was all too much, Quill was still slamming into you at a relentless pace, his thumb taking care of your clit and the sweet, slightly obscene whispers in your ear.

You'd dreamed about him saying those things to you and it was so much better in real life.

You felt the coil that had been building up in your stomach suddenly uncoil as you felt a very new sensation take over you.

You threw your head back gasping "Fuck, Peter, oh my god Pete, shit!" Your mouth raced as you slurred out curses.

"Jezus, Y/n, I can't take it any longer" Quill moaned as he came inside of you. "Fuck" he moaned as he slowly pulled out of you with shaking legs.

He laid down next to you and pulled you close to him. You snuggled closer to him, even though you felt slightly awkward for having just slept with him.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" You nodded. Quill looked at you, slightly concerned "Hey, are you sure you're okay with what just happened?" He tilted your face up a little so he could look at you.

"I'm a little embarrassed" you blushed. Quill's heart sank a little "Why?"

"The entire crew knows we just had sex here, also I feel like you were kind of obligated to sleep with me, you know? I hope you're okay with this... I hope we can be okay after this"

Quill hugged you a little closer "Sweetheart, I'm very much okay with what we just did, if anything I was worried about you being uncomfortable with it. I've wanted to do this with you for quite some time, to be honest"

"Me too" you whispered

"So where do we go from here?"

"I wouldn't mind having you beg for me some more in less life-threatening situates" he grinned smugly.

You hit him in the arm playfully "Shut up Quill, that was purely the poison talking"

"Yeah? How bout at the end there hm? I heard something about you loving it when I talk dirty to you?"

You blsuhed even harder "That may have been me"

"See now that i could get used princess"

He leaned closer to you and whispered huskily in your ear "I could also get used to having that thight little pussy of yours wrapped around my cock"

You couldn't help but chuckle, there's the Quill you knew back "That can be arranged, my Star-Lord"

He laughed with you, knowing that the two of you were gonna have a lot of fun from now on.

"One more thing babe," Quill smiled at you

"I really do like you a lot"

You smiled back a him and pulled him in for a soft, languid kiss.

"I like you a lot too, Peter"

"Oh thank God" he sighed and kissed you again.

"So, euhm, how was that for a first time?"

He was blushing for crying out loud, you never thought you'd see the day that Peter Quill, Star-Lord, guardian of the galaxy, would blush over a girl.

You smiled up at him lovingly "The burning poison was kind of a bummer, but you were amazing"

"And I, euhm, I didn't hurt you or anything?"

"Once again, the burning poison kinda hurt" you joked, making him laugh a little.

"You, though, absolutely did not. In fact you relieved a lot of my pain, thank you Quill"

"Anytime babe"

"Hey! Lovebirds!"

You heard yelling coming from behind you. When you looked up you saw Rocket standing next to the Milano. You scrambled to cover yourself up a litlle

"You two gonna keep drooling all over each other or can we go already?" He growled. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Get your ass back on my ship and leave us alone will you? We'll be right there"

Rocket went back inside as the two of you got dressed. Once you were ready, Peter kissed your forehead and draped his arm over your shoulders.

"Let's go babe" he smiled brightly at you, and you knew right then that you two were going to be just fine.

[decadentenemyturtle]

Prank or not?

This is an April’s fools bonus story for @sdavid09​ ‘s daily writing challenge.

Summary:  When Hank receives in middle of his workshift an call from the hospital, that his wife has given a birth to a baby girl, Hank thinks it just an april's fools prank from someone. But is it an prank or did Hank just become a father?

Words: 930

Pairing: Hank Anderson x Reader

Officer Anderson leaned to the table next to coffee machine, waiting for his partner officer Potter to finish his whatever business he had with lietnaunt Hopper. He took a sip from the coffee mug, grimacing. The coffee was as bitter as it always was, and too hot on top of that.

"Hey, officer Anderson, did ya hear that Hopper's hidden her donuts in broom closet?" detective Morningstar states, small grin on his handsome face. Hank turn to him and and let out disgusted sigh.

"Well happy april's fools day to you too, fucker" he answers, hint of sarcasm in his voice. Detective morningstar stops next to Hank and he looks displeasured, yet he still smiled to Hank. "How many actually do you think falls for that kind of shitty prank?" Hank has to ask. Now the grin grows back to detective's face. He scrabbles his black, short hair while he looks around before turning back to Hank.

"You know that old office worker, that Hermione Cooper" Morningstar starts with a lower voice, leaning a pit closr to Hank. Hank raises his brow, with a knowing smirk growing to his lips.

"Seriously? She fell for that?" Hank asks.

"Yes, she did! And she accidently locked herself in there when she tried to eat the donuts without anyone seeing her!" detective tells and now Hank starts to laugh, loudly. That straight-laced, strict woman had managed to lock herself in a broom closet because of non-existing sweets. Hank had been working in this station for a few years now and never had he seen that woman fell for the april's fools. This probably would be the only year she fell for it.

"Ah well, she had it coming. I've heard she loves sweet's, but is on a diet now, so..." Morningstar says and shrugs. Ah, so the diet and lack of sweets would explain why she had went to see them. Still, it was stub of her. Detective Morningstar made april's fools pranks every year and they were mostly so obvious that nobody fell for them. Hank was going to answer, but his phone started to ring.

"Andreson" he answered, sending apologetic look to detective who just smiled and moved to take some coffee from the coffee machine.

"Hello, is this Hank Andreson?" a woman's voice asked.

"Yes, that'd be me" Hank answered, frown setting on his brows.

"My name is Lizzy Ross, I'm calling from from labour ward from the Detroit hospital. Is (Y/n) Anderson your wife?" this woman called Lizzy speak. She sounded froendly, maybe a bit tired. Hearing your name Hank's frown deepened. Had something happened to you? But then again, you hadn't called him.

"Yes, she's my wife" Hank asnwered, feeling how his heart was hammering faster. "Is everything alright?" he added, hoping that nothign had happened to you. Or the baby. Detective Morningstar had turned to look at Hank, when he had hear that Hank had talked about his wife. Worry overtook his face.

"I have actually good news for you. (Y/n) gave birht to a healthy baby girl. The girl was born about twenty minutes ago" this Lizzy tells. Hank's mouth drops open and he turns to see the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes ago? Fifteen past four, the girl was born fifteen past four. Until this was april's fools set by his wife. Wouldn't a surprise, now when he tought about it.

"Ahhhh... Jezus... Really?" Hank says, setting the mug on the table. When Lizzy told him yes, congrtulating him and then telling him that he should visit his wife in the hospital, Hank just conforms, not sure what to say. When he puts his phone pack to his pocket, Morningstar sends him a questioning look.

"Is your wife alright?" he asks, worriedly. Hank sighes and rups his face with both hands.

"Yeah, she's fine. She just.... I dunno if this is a prank or no, but... I may or may not have a daughter" Hank sighs, glancing at detective next to him. His face lightens up for a few seconds, but then he frowns.

"Why an Earth would someone prank on having a child?" he asks and Hank just sighs, shaking his head. Just then officer Potter stops next to them, glancing at the both men.

"Who pranks about having a baby?" he asks carefully. Hank sends an knowing look to Potter, who realizes that they were taking about you. "Ah, of course. But I'm sure even (Y/n) wouldn't be that cruel, Hank. Call to her" Potter says. Hank just nods and digs his phone from the pocket, while Potter starts to tell one of the April's fools you had done to Hank (the one where you "had" bought a dog to them).

Hank steps a little further from the two men and then calls to you. When you do pick up, he sighs. So this was prank.

"Hey, honey. How about I just let this prank of your go by and I'll grap some pizza on my way home?" Hank says. You chuckle, sounding rather tired. Had he woken you from a nap, Hank tought.

"Well isn't that kind of you dear, but I really am in the hospital. Olivia, will you say hi to dada?" you say and then Hank hears suffling sound. Few seconds later he hears your voice from the distant and baby's voice. And then a sneeze. Tears rose for his eyes and then Hank cursed.

"Oh shit" Hank says and turns to Potter and Mornigstar, who now look at him curiously. "Oh shit, I'm father"

[realmrsevilgenius]

I ... I thought this was Feitan at first and my heart stopped.

Then I realised it was Levi.

And now I’m dead

“High Fashion Heichou”

I’m not exactly sure what mens’ high fashion entails, but I’m 99.9% positive it includes high collars, ridiculous epaulets, and bright war-like makeup.

15min doodle for mysecretfanmoments no shame art challenge!

I tend to doodle 3d blocks and pyramids, so we’re skipping to number 2, which is more interesting.

[rami-writes-blog]

Someone like... Me? - Part 4 (Fem reader x Rami Malek + Gwilym Lee)

Anger is just sad's bodyguard. You had to find out the hard way. Luckily you have people who care for you, maybe they don't say it out loud but actions speak louder than words. There are relationships growing and shattering, but maybe it isn't as obvious as you think it is. Nothing is only black and white. At some time you have to put away your pride, because it's much easier losing your pride over someone than losing someone over your pride. You love Rami, deeply. Rami loves you, dearly. You know that and others see that. Everyone tells a white lie sometimes and maybe sometimes it even is for the better. But will, those who think it's permissible to tell white lies, not soon grow colourblind? Wordcount: + 3,9 k Warning: none, fluff

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I check my phone. Ugh. It's 4.53 pm already. I've been in here for over 45 minutes. I wonder how Rami reacted when he heard about my incident. Hmm... he does know, doesn't he? Yea he must've heard. Gwil was talking to someone. And he was very specific in saying that Rami was not welcome. Who was he talking to anyway? And why didn't he want Rami to come? Ok that one is not so hard to understand. I need to remind myself to finish that conversation later, I had with Gwil earlier.

The nurse startles me for a bit when she lets me know we're done. I thank both her and the doctor and walk out of the room. Suddenly I feel so dumb about what I did. That I just lost my temper like that. In front of someone. Gwil nonetheless. O my God facing him in a bit will be so embarrassing. Hmm.. I could sneak away through some side door.. Nah, I can't just bail on Gwil like that after what he did for me. Especially since he helped me and brought me here. When I walk through the big slide-doors, Gwil holding this helium balloon you always can buy in a hospital. And... Joe? So that's who he called earlier. Sigh, I'm so relieved.

With my most embarrassed smile I hold up my arm. ''well, good thing is It probably doesn't get any worse than this''. Joe starts laughing right away in a really (bad kind of) evil way, shaking his head. ''ohhh. Ohhhh No, no ,no. Look Amelia, that's where you're wrong. See.. it DOES get worse''. He walks to the counter and asks something to the nurse behind it, who then hands him something. With a bright smile he holds up a marker. ''Oh yeah. ME FIRST''. To: Amelia-Rocky-Balboa-L/N. From: Joseph ;-). It says.

Gwil starts laughing. ''Mate you know that's not how writing on a cast works right? It's not a postcard''. Joe rolls his eyes. ''Okay well how about this then?'' He draws something quick. ''JOE! NO WHAT THE HECK'' I growled to him. He's fakely wonder-struck. ''You drew a fucking dick on it'' I now say loude, so a few people turn around and some of them even start giggling.. ''You know I need to work in a few weeks right? I can't go to work with a dick on my cast''. Joe finds it very funny, laughing out loud and even Gwil can't hold in his laugh

''We also got you these. Thought it might cheer you up''' Gwil says as he gives me the balloons. ''Thank you so much guys, you really shouldn't have'', I say while giving them both a kiss on the cheek. ''Let's go. I'm hungry'', I say and they both agree. ''Starvation.. Oh starvation'' He says like he's quoting Shakespeare. And then continues ''IS UPON US ALL'' in a really dark tone. I can't help but burst into laughter. Goofball. As I'm walking in between the two of them, making my way outside, I stick my arm though theirs, walking arm in arm. ''you guys are the best, you know that right''. ''Oh. WE KNOW'' Joe says as he winks at me.

As we step outside I decide I first want to smoke a cigarette. I need it. ''Sorry'' I say apologizing to Gwil. He's not a fan of smoking, but I've been down to like 3 or 4 cigarettes a day so I'm really proud of myself. ''Okay well in that case I'm going to leak the lizard first'' and he's walks away. I'm making some small talk with Joe while Gwil's gone, when suddenly he says ''I thought Rami wasn't supposed to be here''. ''Well to be honest I know nothing, I think Gwil made that call, why?''.. He then points to the counter, where Rami is talking to a nurse. I see the nurse pointing towards us. When he turns around I see he's holding the biggest bouquet of flowers. I know I should still be mad but.. Him coming here, even though a man of nearly 6,5 feet tall told him not to, is just sweet. He comes walking in fast steps towards me and before I can even say a word he gives me a big hug. Not letting me go for another few seconds. ''Amy I'm so sorry – how are you? What did they say?'' I show him my arm. ''well there's a fracture in one of my knuckles, a hair fracture in one of the bones of the palm of the hand ... and I broke my wrist''. His gaze now turning very seriously and sad now. ''Please remind me to never pick a fight with this one'' Joe says while holding his hands before his chest, giving a signal that he's not looking for any problems.

''I don't know anything about that but – Joe told me you shouldn't supposed to be here?'' I ask him. I know Gwil told him this, since I overheard him saying it, but he clearly doesn't care. ''If he wants to kick my ass he can, he's not restraining me from you. I needed to see how you were doing and he's not going to stop me''. At that moment I see Gwil coming around the corner. When he sees Rami his eyes spit fire and his steps get larger. He walks up to Rami in a fast tempo ''I thought I made myself pretty clear didn't I?'', coming dangerously close to him. He kind of bows over him since he's well over half a foot taller than Rami. ''The only one who can tell me to stay clear is Amy'' he responds – both not planning on backing down. Joe and I roll our eyes at each other. ''Come on macho men, put your dicks in already'' Joe laughs. ''I have to agree you guys. There's no need in fighting''. They don't listen to me and still stand still facing each other as if their lives depend on it. Sigh. "As you all may know. I haven't eaten for TWO WHOLE HOURS''.. No response. ''So Joe and I will NOW go to McDonalds, before I die of starvation. Suit yourselves if you're coming or not'' and I put my arm in Joe's, together walking towards McDonald's. Rami and Gwil following us after a few seconds.

As we walk into McDonalds. I order myself A large menu and 2 burgers with it, being the food-addict I am. When I finished my meal, Joe's looking at me with his jaw dropped. ''Jezus Christ woman – Where do you leave it all? I can't even finish ONE large menu.'' ''Can I have it then?''. Everyone starts laughing but I'm dead serious ''What? I'm still hungry.. You guys are just pussies''. When I'm finally done I unbutton my jeans, bloating my belly. ''O my God. I can't anymore. Both Gwil and Joe lean over the table to take a look and they immediately were shook. ''This is so not normal, but I need to find me a woman like you. I dated this girl once who barely ate when she was with me. You just shove a meal for 3 man in, at once'' Joe says flabbergasted. In the corner of my eye I can see Rami's hand coming closer and the moment he touches me, an electric shock immediately races through my entire body. ''When are you due?''. ''Never'' I laugh. I look at him and for a moment our eyes lock, just staring at each other. His look so sincere and sweet. ''Get a room already you guys'' Joe says rolling his eyes. ''I don't want to interfere but. I really do think you guys need to talk things over guys. You clearly love each other. Pride comes before the fall''. I look at Joe with astonishment, ''how'd you get so grown up'' I ask him. He sips his Coca-Cola ''well, in case you forgot: I AM the dad of the group, aren't I?''. That's so true. How does he even know that?

''Let's go guys. I just want to lay on the couch to digest my food baby''. Gwil and Joe leave the booth first before Rami and I get out. Gwil and Joe walk up to Gwil's car. ''You guys mind if I ride with Rami? I think Joe had a legit point''. I confess ''I'll call you tonight I promise''. I give him a kiss on his cheek. ''Don't worry, if you hadn't noticed by now I'm perfectly capable of defending myself'' I laugh while showing him my casted arm. ''You better be the king of gentlemen to her or I'll find you'' he says to Rami, giving him a hug. I hug Joe, separating our ways.

As Rami and I make our way to his car, a few blocks down, we both don't say a word. Until he stops in his tracks suddenly, grabbing my hands ''thank you. For coming with me. I've missed you so much Amy and I want to make things right''. He brushes a stroke of my hair behind my ear, holding my jaw when coming close. He gaze locked in mine. ''Can I please –'' before he even finished his sentence I press my lips on his. His mouth opens a bit so I pull back. ''Not in the middle of the street, where paparazzi can see us''. He looks at me seriously, ''do you really think I care about that? Anyone who wants to watch, may know I love you'' he says and plants a small kiss on my forehead. ''Let's go home''. He wraps his arm around my waist and we walk towards the sunset, for a moment forgetting everything that has happened in the last two days. This man sets my soul on fire and I know they say you only fall in love once with someone.. But with him? I fall in love everytime I lay my eyes on him.

''Here we are'' he says while holding open his apartment door for me. If he asks me if I want something to drink, I think about me gaining confidence when I drink alcohol, so I decide to ask for a glass of wine. As he's pouring the glasses, my eyes fall on his bedroom. His bed is a made and next to it, on his night cabine, I see a photo frame. I walk over to take a closer look and to my amazement it has a picture of us two in it.

''You remember this?'' I ask him. It puts a huge smile on my face. He doesn't even look at me to know what I'm talking about. ''Yea, 3 months ago at my parents place, at their holiday home in Florida''. We're on the beach, in the distance. Me in his arms while he lifts me up, me reaching upwards in an attempt to kiss him. ''this honestly was one of the best moments of my life'' and I'm not lying. ''It was certainly one of the best moments, yes.'' He says. ''Not your best?''.. ''No'' he says. ''Then what is your best?'' I ask. He comes walking towards me with both the glasses of wine in his hands. He sits down besides me, handing me one glass he says ''the very moment I first laid eyes on you''. Normally people would, without a doubt, think it's a cheesy way to make up for his actions, kissing my but. But I know it's not. He's sincere.

As soon as he sees me blushing, he leans over my lap to put down the glasses on the night cabin and with that a whiff of his cologne reaches my nose. God, he's wearing my favorite. He bites his lower lip as our eyes lock. I scoot over an inch closer to him, our legs touch. His gaze never leaving mine. Before I know it his lips touch mine. Gentle at first but when he opens his mouth, as an invitation to make it more passionate, I gladly make use of it.

''We really shouldn't be doing this'' he whispers against my lips. ''I know'' I reply. It both doesn't stop us from doing it anyway. I decide to stand up and take place on the bed properly, tapping next to me as an invitation for him to come lay next to me. We make out a little more. We both want more but before it gets to that, he gets up and walks to the bathroom. I can hear him turning on the bath and rumble a little. When, after a while, he comes out to the bedroom again he's only wearing his boxers. I don't know why but, this man in only boxers, bare chest, bear feet.. It's such a turn-on.

''Come'' he says as he reaches out his hand for me to grab it. He takes me to the bathroom and when I enter it, it's all dark and there are all candles burning. I get undressed and get in the tub. When he takes of his underwear, it makes me blush once again. ''you have seen me naked lots of times'' he says with rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. ''well yeah but that doesn't mean it still can't make my blush''. He acrobatically gets in behind me, holding both glasses at the same time. I take one from him and when he finally sits down properly I lay down too, my head in between his neck and collarbone. We just sit here in silence, enjoying each others company. When I throw my head back and pout my lips to him, he plants a kiss on my lips. And another one. And another one. Until things get passionate again. Before I can even say anything he says ''No, I didn't bring my flashlight but it doesn't mean I can't poke you with it.'' God his smile is so beautiful.

His eyes turning darker with lust. When I'm about to turn around to face him I can see his phone light up, next to the tub. When I look at it, I see it's Lucy.

[3] Missed calls from 'Lucy' [2] Voicemails from 'Lucy' Textmessage from 'Lucy': 'U home alone or is Amelia with u tonight.. X'

I can’t fucking believe this.

[presidentmeachum]

Ward Meachum feel good imagine

You had a long and busy day? Don’t worry, Ward is here for you! For all the hard workers on this planet :) <3

You and Ward sat down at the dinner table, eating a very late night dinner. It was 10.48 P.M. and you both had a long day. You had thrown your shoes off and unbuttoned some clothes. Ward’s tie hang undone from his shoulders, he had took of his suit jacket and his hair was messy and nothing like this morning.

“.. and then he told me what a bifurcation is, like I don’t know that? Jezus, stupid peasants”, Ward rattled on about his day.

You tried to smile about his story but the truth was you were just very tired. And Ward seemed to notice.

“Sorry, just had to get that out of my system. Tell me about your day”, he gave you a soft smile. That man was just too sweet, but you could feel the weight of all the stress on your shoulders.

After long days of work, well weeks actually, you felt like everything was falling apart. You could’t hold it in any longer. A tear rolled down your cheek.

“(Y/N)? Honey what’s wrong? Hey? C’mere”, he said as he pulled you on his lap.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry”, he almost begged you. You knew he did not like the sight of you hurting and crying. It was always something that could bring tears to his eyes.

Sidewards you sat on his lap, his strong arms hugging you tightly while he was comforting you.

After a minute Ward spoke again.

“Baby, did someone hurt you?”, he tried again.

“No.. It.. it’s just been such a busy day. I did so much today and I don’t know even what I did exactly. At every end of the day I think of all the things I have to do tomorrow and the day after that. And that feeling has been going on for months. It’s just all too much for me right now..”, you explained shakily. You had to admit, felt good confessing your feelings.

Ward nodded. “It has come to my attention that you’ve been working even more than I do, which is absurd, if you think of it”, he said while stroking your hair.

“You’re right”, you admitted.

“Maybe you need a break? I know some great places to go and ‘unwind’”, he grinned.

“And just leave all my work here Ward? I can’t just do that”, you stressed again.

“Of course you can, I’ll help you. I know how difficult it is to leave all your responsibilities. But some times it is just more important to take time and take care of yourself”, he said as he cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking it.

Maybe Ward was right and you do needed a break. You know you deserved to do something for yourself.

“Okay”, you gave him an insecure look. He gave you a soft smile and wiped away a tear.

“I’ll set something up. Don’t stress anymore okay, (Y/N)?”.

You nodded and smiled of relieve. Talking to Ward always made you feel better.

“Good”, he said at the sight of you smiling again. “I love you”, he told you sweetly while giving soft kisses on your cheek.

"I love you Ward”.

[singingunderthecurtain]

Spoiled Surprise (Request)

Photo not mine, credit to See The Light

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Canon Genre: Angst | Fluff Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Trigger Warning: Some swearing, some hurtful words. Word Count: 1,861

Masterlist

I wasn’t really taking in requests, but I can’t pass up this one because it’s the first time someone requested a scenario! Also I didn’t intend for it to be this long, sorry. Hope you like it @bomsenpai

It’s not that you don’t trust Baekhyun… Or Taeyeon for that matter. It’s just that your insecurity gets the better of you sometimes.

It also doesn’t help that your best friend, Jiyah, who works at SM provides you a blow by blow and very thorough details of when she sees Baekhyun and Taeyeon talk. It’s not very frequent that they interact, but as the months' progress, so does their seemingly friendly gazes and small talks.

At first, you ignored them, you ignored all of your best friend’s nagging that you should lead your boyfriend back to the right lane, that he and his ex-girlfriend shouldn’t be talking like that. Acting like they haven’t gone through a break-up before.

You ignored it, all the naggings of you Jiyah and the naggings of your heart because you trust Baekhyun. You also trust Taeyeon. You’ve met her more than once before and she seems nice and sweet. You’re even friends on all of her private SNS.

Slowly though, you started noticing that Baekhyun comes home all smiles. Well he’s always, always all smiles, but he’s particularly happier whenever you know he and Taeyeon interacts.

You ask about his day but he never mentions Taeyeon. He’s usually very detailed about his everyday stories because he loves talking a lot, but ever since their communication started, so does his lies.

“Baekhyun…”

You suddenly trail off, placing your chopsticks silently beside the bowl of jjajangmyeon you ordered because Baekhyun was craving it.

Baekhyun, who was sitting across from you, hums a tepid response as he wolfs down his noodles like he hasn’t eaten in 10 years. The crunch of the yellow pickled radish is playing along with the slick sound of the jjajangmyeon as he open-mouthedly chews.

“Are you hiding something from me?”

Immediately, Baekhyun chokes on his food after what you said to him. You waited for him to swallow the mouthful of food he was chewing as he keeps hitting his chest while coughing as if it will help him.

You didn’t move or try and help appease his discomfort. After months of enduring his repeated lies, you’re kind of glad he’s slowly choking right in front of you.

“N—No.”

The hesitation of his reply answers your question and that he is in fact lying. You gritted your teeth as you fist your hands closed, trying not to seethe.

“You’re lying…”

“I’m not!”

Baekhyun drops his chopsticks, making it fall on the floor as he stood up from his seat, the wooden chair scraping the floor of your apartment.

You inhaled and exhaled deeply as you close your eyes with stress, before replying back to him.

“Are you cheating on me, Baekhyun?”

You allege. His mouth drops on the floor, his eyes blown up and slightly shaking with… anger? You’re not sure because you’re angry yourself, you can’t even concentrate well.

“First of all… How dare you… Accuse me of things like that?”

Baekhyun fumes this time. His nose flares as he looks at you as if you did something wrong when in fact he was the one doing the bad things.

“How dare you say how dare me? You’re the cheater here!”

You seethed back, you stood up from your chair when he suddenly marches towards you.

“I know you’ve been talking with Taeyeon and I wouldn’t mind that but you’re… You’re—”

Your sentence was cut off when his hands grab your wrist. You still continue to back up around the dinner table and Baekhyun just follows you still grabbing you with a fire burning in his eyes.

“Where the fuck is this coming from?”

Baekhyun curses. He never curses, at least not straight at you. You only ever hear him curse when you’re both in front of friends.

“It’s not important, Baek. But I know you’ve been lying to me...”

You intended to shout the last part, but your throat suddenly wanted to enclose as your emotions bubble up inside your chest, threatening to burst out. Your eyes are welling on the side and your face is getting flushed with anguish.

“I can’t take this anymore, Baekhyun. I can’t.”

His grip on your wrist tightens, it doesn’t hurt but it’s making you uncomfortable.

“Fine! Do you want to break up? Okay, let’s fucking breakup!”

Baekhyun blows up all of a sudden and lets go of your wrist completely. The unexpected loss of his skin on yours made you cry more, your tears felt cold as it slides down your hot cheeks.

“I never said that…”

“Let’s just break up okay. Recently you keep asking me where I’ve been and it pisses me off when you know all I do is work. You don’t trust me.”

“It pisses you off? Well, that means you’re guilty!!!”

You scream through your tears, your throat hoarse from all the silent cries you’re suppressing.

“You know what, fine! Believe what you want. You’re so apprehensive that you’re blaming your insecurity on me when I have done nothing wrong!”

Baekhyun screams his response. He abruptly turns his back on you and walks his path to the door, grabbing and wearing his jacket, facemask, and hat along the way. With a loud bang, Baekhyun closes the door, leaving you a weeping mess in the middle of your kitchen floor.

~~~

You awoke to the sound of your door being banged loudly. You didn’t even know you fell asleep on your couch. The last thing you remembered was sitting there with all the lights off, just crying your life away. Your whole body, your head especially, is heavy with sleep and stress from your situation.

You didn’t intend to break up with Baekhyun, you only want to confront him about what you know. But he was the one who ended things. Clearly, he wants to avoid the issue and just want everything to be done with you both. He’s probably with Taeyeon right now, laughing at your misery.

The room was dark, the blinds on the only window in your apartment are closed. You look at the only source of light in the living room, the digital clock on your wall and the time reads 2:43 AM. You weren’t planning on standing up, but the banging on your door persisted. So with all the strength, you have left, you crawl your way out of the couch and lazily make your way to the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Jezus Christmas.”

You sigh out the last phrase and didn’t bother looking at your door monitor to see who it was, it’s just your neighbor again, drunk, who will probably ask you for Kimchi or some other thing.

You indolently push down the door lever and open your door half-wide to reveal a very nervous-looking Jiyah and Taeyeon… Oh, the ever pretty and cool-looking Taeyeon.

Your face immediately soured up when you saw her. She rolls her eyes before speaking.

“Well, you look like shit.”

What the hell…

“Thanks?”

You replied sarcastically as you huff out your frustration. You try hard to stop yourself from slapping Taeyeon across the face. You’re close enough for her to say that, but right now she’s not your most favorite person ever.

“Wait here…”

She spoke again and suddenly stride her way down the corridor of your floor. You follow her every step and she disappeared on the left turn where the elevators were.

“I’m sorry…”

You heard your best friend whisper, you crane your neck back to her and see her hide her face in shame.

“What is happening?”

You heard a familiar whining. Baekhyun. What in the hell is actually happening right now?

“OWWW! THAT HURTS!”

“I don’t fucking care, Baekhyun. Don’t be a pansy.”

You watch as Taeyeon drag Baekhyun in front of you by grabbing his ears. The moment they both stopped right by you, she let go of his ear and you see how red and irritated it was. Baekhyun scratched it halfheartedly while trying to avoid your gaze at all cost.

“First of all, Happy Birthday…”

Taeyeon trails off. Wait, shit. It is your birthday. You completely forgot about your own birthday because you were busy being anxious about Baekhyun and Taeyeon.

“Now Byun Baekhyun, apologize to your girlfriend.”

Taeyeon crosses her arms in front of her chest as she waits for Baekhyun to obey. He fidgets his hands on his sweater and you look at him in the eyes for the first time and you can see how red and tear streaked his appearance is.

“Okay since Baekhyun doesn’t want to talk, I have to explain…”

Taeyeon started and then stop abruptly to heave in a breath.

“He is not cheating on you… We were planning for months about your birthday party surprise. We didn’t tell Jiyah because I know she can slip it off from her mouth accidentally. So this Baekhyun character right here…”

She stopped again to nudge Baekhyun and he pouts cutely when she did.

“Called me to tell that he broke up with you. And I’m like what the hell, right on your birthday eve? He explained that you thought he’s cheating on you with me. The only person I know who will report such thing is Jiyah… Yes you, Jiyah.”

Taeyeon glares at Jiyah and she hides her face yet again, this time she’s standing behind you.

“I called Jiyah and demanded an explanation. So I told about the plans and now we’re here at 3 AM.”

Taeyeon sighs with a satisfied look on her face. It looks like she finally removed the fishbone that was stuck in her throat.

“I—”

You were cut off suddenly.

“Babe, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I said those words. I’m sorry. I’m so afraid of going back here because you might not want to forgive me after I said those hurtful things to you. Please take me back, I love you so much.”

You watch Baekhyun drop down to his knees and clutch his arms around your thighs. You can feel his tears slowly trickling down your legs. Your heart immediately breaks seeing him so sad like this.

You push him softly and went down on your knees yourself, right beside him. You wrap your arms around him and his face immediately nuzzle your chest as you coo comforting words to him.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m sorry too for not trusting you. I love you.”

You push him again slightly to smile at him and wipe off his tears with your fingers.

“So what are we going to do now that your supposed surprise birthday party is spoiled?”

You heard Taeyeon clear her throat after. You choke out a faint laugh and just close your eyes to savor the feeling of Baekhyun back in your arms again.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED. Thanks. 

[bishophazel]

90 or more things! Learn junk about me! Yeah!

...not gonna lie, I’m a sucker for this bologna, danke schön @thunder-lightning-strike...

LAST:

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: Colin 3. Text message: Colin 4. Song you listened to: oh sweet jezus it was this Game of Thrones thing where a guy sang “fucking game of thrones, fucking game of thrones..” over the theme music. 5. Time you cried: yesterday, but it was something moving, not sad.

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: like, gone on two dates? yes. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Not that I recall... 8. Been cheated on: Yes. Gross. Don’t cheat kids.  9. Lost someone special: Yes. Several someones. 10. Been depressed: yes.  11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no. I guess I’m like, super prudely? Prudish? 

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. forest green 13. burgundy 14. Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes 16. Fallen out of love: Nope 17. Laughed until you cried: all the time... 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes, scary story 19. Met someone who changed you: I met some amazing travelers from Germany who have been helping me with my German, and I am planning to visit them next year. 20. Found out who your friends are: surprise! They are all Scooby Doo characters. Yoinks! 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: yes

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: at least a portion. okay, all of them. 24. Do you want to change your name: just the middle one 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I got hospitalized with spinal meningitis. No joking. happy 29th!  26. What time did you wake up: Today at 9:00 am, like the slug I am. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching Dream Catcher. Mistake! 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Well, I just saw Rammstein (pees all over self) (best thing in my life maybe) but this fall I am applying for a PhD program, and I’m pretty fracking stoked for that. Oh my god...that makes me so lame. Let’s try again. If I am well enough, one of my best friends and I are registered for a Tough Mudder.  29. When was the last time you saw your mom: an hour ago. :) she baby sat my doggo. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: this one is tricky... but I would like to not be sick anymore.  31. What are you listening right now: silence and crickets. the night is warm, and the windows are open. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes. I have a scary church story.  34. Most visited Website: literary agent sites... and tumblr... sssshhhhame

LOST QUESTIONS

35. Mole/s: so many 36. Mark/s: scars and tattoos 37. Childhood dream: a recognized science fiction author 38. Haircolour: brown turning grey. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Till Lindemann, Richard Kruspe, Scarlott Johannson my husband Colin

41. What do you like about yourself: my insane level of dedication to things I care about. 42. Piercings: three in my left ear and one in my nose. 43. Bloodtype: neeehhhh I am not sure?? 44. Nickname: Elf, Pidgey, V 45. Relationship status: happily married but willing to have an open relationship with Rammstein and sushi. 46. Zodiac: Libra 47. Pronouns: She/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Stranger Things 49. Tattoos: several tattoos in elvish from LOTR. They each mean something different. 50. Right or left hand: left. 51. Surgery: None, but I did get a gnarly spinal tap. :D 52. Hair dyed in different color: black

53. Sport: Oh shit... when I’m not in recovery I do a lot of sports... my foundation is in ultramarathon, but lately I am hardcore into weight lifting, mountain biking, Dance Dance Revolution, and archery. I am probably the best at archery. I shoot traditional recurve compete nationally... right now however I can’t hold my bow as my write arm is screwed up...so hopefully will be back in the game for 2018! 55. Vacation: I would use some of those! 56. Pair of trainers: what does this mean?

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: like, right now? Nothing.  58. Drinking: nothing 59. I’m about to: take a bath and go to sleep 61. Waiting for: Rammstein again 62. Want: a publishing contract. And telekinesis.  63. Get married: already married 64. Career: writer, former barista, maybe a professor someday?

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs. 66. Lips or eyes: for what.? Eyes go better in cocktails.  67. Shorter or taller: who? 68. Older or younger: are we talking about partners? 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Arms...but also abs... 71. Sensitive or loud: we  are talking about date bate, aren’t we? 72. Hook up or relationship: either are fine. 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Well, I did break into an abandoned prison once... so a dose of trouble is preferred..

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: No. 75. Drank hard liquor: Yes. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no. 77. Turned someone down: Yes. 78. Sex in the first date: No, but in retrospect, it would have been fun. 79. Broken someone’s heart: I don’t know. 80. Had your heart broken: it’s hard to say... depression and heartbreak are similar sometimes. 81. Been arrested: No. 82. Cried when someone died: Yes. 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: In some respects, yes, in others... I am undecided.  85. Miracles: Not really, but I want to be proven wrong. 86. Love at first sight: No. 87. Santa Claus: Always and forever. 88. Kiss on the first date: Yeah, why not? 89. Angels: No, but let’s get @thunder-lightning-strike started on aliens. 

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name:  @codenametex-blog, @drasilvergon, and @revvingintoreality...it’s okay to have more than one. Tex is my oldest. 91. Eyecolour: Uhh, mine? grey 92. Favorite movie: Cloud Atlas, Lord of the Rings, Mad Max: Fury Road

[rose-photoblog]

Dear Diary, It's me Rose, destination wedding photographer!

In my last entry, I confessed this has become a diary of sorts for me. So I figure I share a bit more about me, IRL. (IRL is what the kids shorten for ‘in real life’! Confession, I am still learning all the short cuts and often use them all wrong, kinda like my favorite IG personality Lili Hayes., even though I’m most technically a #millennial! ) My usual go-to on blog entries is to wax poetic about my day job and the amazing RP Crew I get to work with creating wonderful wedding day imagery. Lately, though, I’m working on challenging myself to share more about me and why I work the way I do so I can connect better with you all. After all, we all put our pantsuits on one leg at a time, right?? I’ve also found myself very inspired by other artrepreneurs. I’d really love to continue to build these authentic connections all around the world that allow me to make more genuine portraits, wedding or editorial.

Right out the gate, you must know I’m border line obsessed with flowers. So much so that about 15 years ago I choose to skip my first name and only be called by my middle. A few years after that, I had an idea to bring my bossy, big sister attitude of production, imagery making and the love for all things shiny into a proper business plan and launched Rose Photo. My crew and I work often on Chicago’s Magnificent Mile, travel a ton for #destinationweddings and have recently opened a second studio in gorgeous Asheville, North Carolina. You can probably guess that my airline points are sky rocketing lately and I drink a lot of caffeine to keep up on work between all the time zones! My crew’s most recent travel has taken us Bloomington, Indiana for a perfect pastel set of wedding nuptials we captured on one of the hottest midwest days all summer long.

I have always really despised the color pink: especially milkshake pink. But when my dear sweet angel of a bride featured in this Indiana, soft-hued wedding blog told me her colors for her wedding day included that color and I always direct my crew to dress in line with the colors of the day, I thought: ‘sh*t! I’m gonna have to wear milkshake pink, aren’t I?!’ The week I began to pack for this destination wedding, I could find zero shades of said pink hues in my wardrobe, obviously. Then, as luck would have it and to my great astonishment, I found a perfect pantsuit in the exact shade Erica had shown me. I was doing the whole Mari Condo thing and dropping off some treasured yet unneeded fashion pieces at my fave consignment shop and the dear shop owner pulls this milkshake pink suit out from the backroom as if she knew??!! She then said, ‘Would you just try this on please!?’ Stunned and also always a sucker for an older lady, mom like request, I did just that.; can I just tell you, it looked hella good on me!? So now, now I like pink!

Part of the reason that I love photographing weddings so much is that I love storytelling. I think this is really quite common with most photojournalists turned wedding photographers as a natural progression to using a camera as a microphone to tell a love story. I’m also a theater geek that has had many mini bouts of storytelling through performance on stage. It’s occurring to me now, dear diary, that I’m maaaaaaybe jonesing for a little more live audience experience. Who knows?? Maybe I’ll turn up that IGTV channel soon!?

As a young kid on through high school and evening in college, I was kinda a social butterfly and didn’t’ keep just one posse of pals. I most certainly learned this from my mama. She never met a stranger and cared greatly for all her relationships. In many ways, I’m a lot like her. My love of fashion and my creative soul are absolutely inherited from her. One of those really special relationships my mom developed was really with a secret agent angel and she is the bride featured in this very dear, diary entry. Erica showed my mom such grace in Mom’s last two years before she passed and for that, I am forever grateful to Erica and the family that raised such a beautiful person.

I don’t like kids but I love to photograph them. I started photographing weddings 12 years ago. Once, on a really big wedding day when I was just a little, baby intern, my mentor told me: ‘If you mess up wedding photos, you would mess up the couples’ life!’ Ok, no pressure!! This naturally this scared the ba-jezus out of me so I stepped away briefly from weddings onto the next most challenging subject: children. I took to these tiny subjects easily, likely because I’m really just a big kid myself . Then, because life is real funny life this, a studio that hired me to handle their kiddo content convinced me to take another go with weddings and I fell back in love all over again.

I’d say my very favorite part of a wedding day is the first look because I really love playing producer, staging the scene and slowing down the rush of the day to totally focus on our couple. I love to remind our love birds that the two of them are the reason for the season and truly, this day is, in fact, all about them! Pausing to acknowledge this and also set up a slow-motion shot is why I do what I do! Oh and one day, when I grow up, I want to be a director of photography.

I love location scouting before our weddings begin and the wedding venue we had the pleasure to photograph for Erica + Jared’s wedding was just so sweet and sooo beautiful. The Wilds is just a quick drive from super cute Bloomington and the venue owner worked previously as a professional photographer. She absolutely has her eye on good lighting, the exactly right back drops for perfect detail shots and the surrounding areas are picture-perfect, even in the smoldering, high temps of a July summer day!

well Dear Diary friend and fans of Erica + Jared, you now know more about why I love the love and my reason for the season of being a destination wedding photographer. Have camera, will travel! I love story, perfect light, and dear souls. I hope to cross paths with more of all the good stuff that makes wedding photography a dreamy job and my life’s work!

love, Rose + Co

[nastiboi79-blog]

Riri, my sweet baby JEZUS !!! Damn

[shinwakanashimi]

I GOT MY ONE OK ROCK TICKEEETTT