your edits give me life, bring joy to the world, make looking at them a magical experience, cause all the good in the entire universe, are able to freeze time and make people's hearts beat faster. They're so gorgeous that at the moment of seeing them I have no words, I want to write poetics about them in the tags but all that's in my brain is "!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I hope you're aware how magnificent your works are and because of that you get some magic in return <3
okay l i s t e n basia you can’t just send me a message like this and expect me not to cry like a baby afasdfkjsak oh my goddd ;;;;;; ♥♥♥ you’re the sweetest and i am dying?? thank you so much for saying such nice things?? i’ll try to keep doing nice edits for you to “!!!!!!!!!!” at!! ♥♥♥ thank you again ily ♥
This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.
Warnings: SMUT DEAR GOD SMUT, dirty talk, Sub!Jimin, Dom!Reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, ass play, swearing, bondage
Word Count: 5586
Wow okay so I read @seokvie‘s and @btssmutgalore‘s sub!Jimin fics and they inspired me to write my own. I’m decently proud of this, considering I have 0 experience writing something like this. Thank you to @jin-oppa for gushing about this topic with me and @fortheloveofsuga for just being a good person in general.
Many would look at your boyfriend’s sharp jaw, thickly muscled thighs, and chiseled face and assume that he was dominant in bed. Rough, even. Jimin did, indeed, carry himself with straight shoulders and his head held high–long legs carrying him confidently across the room as his dark eyes zeroed in on something in the distance. He would present you out in public as if you were a work of art, his thick hand pressed into the small of your back and his full lips grazing your temple. If ever any other man raked their eyes down your body, his warm eyes would harden to stony obsidian orbs–either lowering his hand to rest on your ass or keeping direct eye contact with the potential threat as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your neck. Your boyfriend dominated you in romance, indeed. But you had a secret.
Park Jimin was not dominant in the bedroom.
He would occasionally play the dom role, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he rammed into you from behind–leanly muscled chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you to growl obscenities in your ear through gritted teeth. When he was angry, he would pull your hair and bring you so close to the edge that you could feel yourself beginning to tip over, just before he would yank you back again. But that was only when he was so furious that he was seeing red.
Most of the time, he preferred to wholeheartedly submit himself to you. He thrived off of your praise, the little phrase “Good boy” nearly flinging him off the edge and into an orgasm any time you breathed the words into his hair. He loved to be tied up, and teased, and spanked until he was begging you to let him cum. He adored it when you tortured him with sucking on his cock long past he was finished, the mixture of pain and pleasure drawing him nearer to yet another release.
It wasn’t always so extreme, but there were nights when he needed to be controlled and you needed to control him.
Y'all…shoutout to @littlestpersimmon for this work of art. I’m crying, I am so emotional about this. My civil baby Ronan Lynch looks even better than I expected.
Thank you so much, my friend. I wish you all that is Good in the World.
Alright listen up, some real shit okay? I will openly and honestly admit…no, not admit, state that I think Lucy Heartfilia is a really good looking girl. Like if I saw her in real life, walking by me. I would spin my head so hard, I triple “The Exorcist” myself, if ya get what I mean. Now…Hiro…My dear friend. Why you gotta post this?!
I NEARLY DIED BRO. LUCY! TANNED?! LIKE SWEET BABY LORD JESUS! I needed every possible fruit on this planned to keep myself from losing all my vitamins in body! LIKE, I…I love it and I am not worthy to have witnessed this on a cloudy sunday London evening. Thank you.
PS: Fuck you Natsu (not really because I love you too man) for having a girl like her. I am gonna sound like a father and say Don’t you dare make her cry in your relationship which you honestly did like….what 5 times this past arc? BUT I AM SAYING, STAY LOYAL, STAY RESPECTFUL AND HAVE FUN….but don’t make her cry aight?
GUYS!! GUYS!! MY CHARMS CAME IN & THEY LOOK AMAZING!! 8D
I am SO happy with how these turned out! Big shout-out to @inkitlabs for these babies. All I need to do now is add the phone straps, & they’ll be ready to go! I’ll be sure to list them in my shops soon, but I only have 30 of each, so quantities are limited.
Hinata: Tobio how do I stop the crying Kageyama: Do you mean you or the baby? Hinata: I don’t know anymore Kageyama: Have you tried a pacifier? Hinata: Oh, sure, let me try. Kageyama: I meant the baby not you.
Yamaguchi: Hey, Kei, what am I supposed to do with this baby food? It’s just a tub of powder. Tsukishima: *sigh* Did you read the label, Tadashi? Yamaguchi: Did you read my ass, Tsukki? Tsukishima: … Yamaguchi: Would you like to?
Kuroo: Kenma stop running away from the baby when it’s crying Kenma: You can’t make me have responsibilities Kuroo: No. Get back here. Give me that controller. Gaming doesn’t solve all your problems Kenma: Hey look she wants the controller Kuroo: She stopped crying Kenma: Gaming doesn’t solve all your problems now does it, bitch.
Oikawa: Aww, this baby looks just like me! Just like his old man! Iwaizumi: Tooru he has literally none of your genetics you didn’t conceive him Oikawa: Sorry, I just use ‘me’ as a blanket term for beauty Iwaizumi: Oh I thought you were going down the 'cries when the wind changes’ route. Oikawa: I don’t cry all the time Iwa-chan! *sniffle* That’s so mean! Iwaizumi: No, of course you don’t honey.
consider: damen and laurent with two little twin baby girls that are sweetest lil things and so spoiled by their dads
two little girls with damen’s curls and dimples
laurent and damen love them from the moment they first set eyes on them ofc.
they probably name them like Eglantine and Eirene
name discourse happens
laurent: you are not calling our daughter ‘egg’ or ‘eggy’.
they end up calling her ‘lettie’ for short
laurent is the worst, always holding the babies. refusing to hand them off, except to damen ofc
except one time damen wasn’t around and laurent needed a break so he handed them to nikandros, who v suddenly found himself with an armful of baby
he was terrible at holding them
laurent: “support her head properly before i lose mine.”
laurent holding 2 babies at once and lord help anyone who tries to take them from him
“your majesty! princess eglantine is drooling all over your chiton! shall i take her-”
“if you’d like i can the wet nurse-”
they get The Look from laurent before he says smth like, “i will say this again, and slower for your benefit: no. you should worry less about my chiton and more about the importance of the matters at hand within this council meeting.”
damen holding two babies at once and they’re so tiny in his arms i cry
laurent trying to put the babies down for a nap and ends up falling asleep himself. damen taking the babies from him super gently so laurent can get some sleep
discourse over what the babies should wear
laurent:“our children are not running around naked with only a cloth in case they soil themselves”
damen: “our children are not going to wear veretian finery in the dead of summer”
they eventually settle on some of the veretian-akielon hybrid clothing that’s emerged with the joining of their nations
damen grumbles bc there’s still so many laces
the babies with some of the toys that laurent and damen had as children: like a rattle, a wooden horse, etc
“perhaps the little princesses would like some dolls to play with more as opposed to, well, um… toys better suited to little princes….”
withering glares from damen and laurent who dont have time for gender role bullshit
damen and laurent trying to sing the babies to sleep
but they’re both terrible singers
eirene cries the first time damen tries to sing her to sleep
the first time one of the girls walks it’s the Biggest Deal
damen cried. and laurent may or may not have cried
laurent: “i have an eyelash in my eye, is all. pesky little things. i am not crying.”
As soon as you entered your apartment you knew something was wrong, the place was too silent and too cold for your liking. Your heart broke when you saw your boyfriend cuddling up with your pillow and blanket in your bed.
He looked so vulnerable right now, he was relaxed but at the same time, he looked like he hadn’t slept in ages. Your heart breaks a little because he looks so adorable, that you can’t help to lay next to him and trace your fingers in his jawline and hair.
Even being asleep you can see how tired he is, he has bags under his eyes and he still has his scruff for a few days ago. You plant a kiss in his forehead making him moan, you doubt that he even knows what is happening right now “Wake up, baby. I am here and I love you.” You say softly, making him know that he is safe.
today i have lost 19 followers (and counting) and received 8 anons telling me (in various ways) to go fuck myself, despite the fact that i have not been rude to anyone, have not called rick names, have not directly messaged or tagged rick in any form, and have not ever made any personal attacks against him or anyone who has disagreed with me. the rudest thing i did today was not say please and thank you as much as i normally do (which is too much i know sorry), and also that post where i told people to make their own posts rather than replying to mine with insults.
if you honestly, truly think that a millionaire author who literally makes a living off writing books that are deliberately marketed to minority youth shouldn’t be held accountable for his horrible representation of female characters, and wlw characters especially, then good riddance to you.
i am allowed to be mad that someone who just won an award for supposedly being such a fantastic ally has turned around and told us that we are perpetuating harmful stereotypes of ourselves and that it would be impossible for him to write a few sentences that made it clear that reyna had fallen prey to compulsory heterosexuality and never actually had feelings for percy or jason in the first place. (which wouldn’t be hard, considering how weakly those subplots were written in the first place!)
but whatever. you’re entitled to unfollow me, that’s fine. you are not, however, entitled to come into my replies or my inbox and tell me that i am being ‘too harsh’ and ‘a cry baby’ and ‘a fucking bitter lesbian’ (read my bio next time!) ‘who couldn’t write half as well as rick’ and that i should ‘try publishing something then if it’s so easy’. do not send me messages talking about how i should ‘go die’ for ‘hurting rick’s feelings’ when it’s perfectly obvious that none of you give a shit about the feelings of real live vulnerable lesbians and bi women who have just been told by an author they trusted that their very existence is a harmful stereotype. all of youare being horrible and immature and adding nothing conducive to the perfectly valid discussion around the complete and utter lack of wlw characters within rick’s books, which is not going to stop just because you’re stamping your feet and throwing a tantrum.
rick doesn’t need you to fight his battles for him. he is old and rich and famous and can quite easily distance himself from this, if he doesn’t want to fix it. but the young girls who aren’t straight that read his books do need people like me to fight for them, because they have to read an old, rich, famous author they admired telling them their opinions don’t matter, and they have to see that point of view regurgitated by people on this hellsite, and they deserve better than that.
your annoyance at seeing these posts does not outweigh the harm this has done to the confidence and self worth of girls in this fandom.
percy jackson would be absolutely disgusted with all of you, and so am i.
Everything felt rushed, it was all a mess, from the ambulance to the hospital, I couldn’t handle how difficult it was to see her lying there so lifelessly, seeing her like this felt as though a thousand knives were just jabbed into my chest. I deserved it, but she didn’t. My baby girl doesn’t deserve this. So why? Why was she being punished for my own mistakes? If I could take her place and be the one to have been hit, then I would.
When we got to the hospital, everything and everybody was frantic. Doctors rushed her to the emergency room whilst nurses tried their best to keep me from following in. I shouted at them, begged them to save her not even realising that my own tears quickly made a puddle on the ground. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to feel. I was completely broke inside. I told the members to come and they all came running not long after she had moved her into surgery.
“This is all my fault, all of this it’s my fault.” I repeated over, now sat on one of the many seats that they had to offer outside of the operation room, head in my hands whilst my elbows rested on my knees.
“Yoongi, it’s not your fault don’t blame yourself.” Jin hyung tried to reassure me, but honestly it didn’t work. How was I supposed to believe that when I know that non of this would have happened if I didn’t open that mouth of mine? If only I had treated her better then she wouldn’t have had to runaway.
“You have no idea what she said to me when I was holding her in my arms. Everything hit me like a ton of bricks, I realised how much I neglected her when she was in her worst condition, what kind of father was I?! She’s always looked up to me but I’ve done nothing but disappointed her.” I shouted, I didn’t mean to shout at anyone, I didn’t want to shout at anyone. But I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help it when I was angry at myself, when my daughter was lying on that cold table being operated on. I couldn’t calm myself down and I knew that the members understood. Hoseok had tears falling down his face, he was Y/N’s favourite uncle. He acted more like a father towards her than I ever did. He was the one who took her out for ice cream. He was the one who helped me find birthday and Christmas gifts every year. He truly cared about her, and I could see just how torn he was by the way he was sat there, emotionless.
“That’s not true hyung.” Taehyung said whilst placing his hand on my shoulder. “You can’t possibly control these things, Y/N’s brave and she’s strong. She’ll pull through this I just know she will.” I really hope you’re right Taehyung.
Non of us moved from where we sat. For the last three hours, we didn’t speak to one another, we all waited here patiently for someone to walk out through those double doors to tell us that my daughter was okay and that her life was no longer in danger.
That moment came, shortly after. All of us rushed to our feet and walked towards the doctor, who was still taking her mask off her face.
“How’s my daughter? Is she okay? Did she make it?” I bombarded her with questions, I knew that but I was desperate. I needed to know.
“The operation was successful, so please rest assured. The anesthetic will wear off in a couple of hours time so please be patient. She may have amnesia, but it should be temporary, worst case scenario means she’ll never remember again.”
“Thank you so much.” Namjoon said, as I saw nurses wheel her out on a bed. I followed her through into her room and sat right beside her without leaving for a second.
“Hyung, you should eat something.” Jimin said to me, tapping me on the shoulder with a sandwich. I shook my head and grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hand, not wanting to let go again. “I’ll leave it here, make sure you eat it.” He said before heading out, giving me some time and space.
I didn’t realise that I fell asleep until I felt something move in my grasp. I shot up and looked directly at Y/N who was now staring at me.
“Baby girl are you okay?” I urged.
“Who are you?” She doesn’t remember me?
“You, you don’t know who I am?” I started crying, this is my fault. All of this was my fault.
“No.” She looked at me confused. This is karma getting back at me for all the shit that I put her through, whether or not the memory loss was temporary, it hurt. It hurt so damn much to have her ask who I was and have her tell me she had no idea.
“I’m your dad.” I continued crying. But she smiled at me, her smile was always so bright and regardless of her condition, she still smiled the same way as she would have a week ago. She doesn’t know who I am anymore or any of our memories, so how is she still smiling? Then again, she’s probably smiling because she doesn’t remember the hardships I put her through. This may be hell for me, but it must be a great thing for her.
“You’re crying a lot, why? Is it because of me?” I nodded slightly.
“I’m sorry princess.”
“Don’t be, dad. Since you’re crying so much, then that must mean that you love me a lot right?”
“Of course I do!” I admitted, of course I love her. No matter the way I treated her, I still love her with my everything, she’s my little girl.
“Well that makes me really happy already so please don’t cry. Knowing that I have your love, already makes me the luckiest daughter alive.”
The truth is, I did remember. I do still remember. Why this all happened, how it all happened. Every detail before the accident I remember clearly. Then why did you lie you ask?
Because my dad was crying, for the first time in my 14 years of living. I saw him cry. I didn’t want him to be sad, I wanted to start off fresh and this was the best way to do it. I wasn’t about to bring the past back up. Never again.
Not when it hurts the both of us. Maybe now I can finally become the daughter he really loves, maybe now I can finally be Min Y/N without questioning my very existence.
No matter what happened in the past, I’ll still love him because he’s my father and I’m his daughter.
Okay so, I decided to do this because I got really recently to 1.4K followers ??? That’s crazy, thank you. And also because I love talking about my favs, hehe. I’m going to put here the idols that I listen to the most and name my fav songs of each one of them. Btw, this is probably going to be really fucking long.
and to everyone bitching about belle’s yellow gown:
i get it. i do.
but in the words of my father (who was crying like a baby during most of the film): “people who say these things are just looking for something to pick on. there was probably not one person in that theater that could care less about what was wrong with it. they would have all said it was beautiful, and it was.”