been waiting for this for over a year now

sonamila  asked:

Hi Donny! Nice to meet you and I have question (maybe you respond already.... ANYWAY! ) I'm waiting like for a million year to hear your confession to April. When will you tell her your feeling?!?!

April, I have something I want to say. I’ve been waiting a long time to say it, but there was just never a right time. I’ve tried over and over, practicing the words in my head so that they came out just right. I think that now is that time for me to be honest and forthright with you.

April..*takes her hand* I ate the last brownie. I know everyone blamed Mikey but it was me.

Whew….it felt good to get that off my chest. 

Fetal Position (Jax x Reader)

AN: So I figured I would treat you guys. I wrote this fluffly Jax imagine last night and I just hand to post it on here. Enjoy!


         You groan, rolling over on your side as you hold your stomach. That time of month didn’t do you any justice, especially when your Ol’ Man was out doing who knows what. You’ve been seeing Jax for awhile now, he asked you to become his Ol’ Lady a year ago and you said yes without thinking twice.

         Now, you lay in bed wrapped in the blankets waiting for him to get home. He better bring you ice cream, or he’ll be sleeping on the couch, you thought to yourself. Another cramp came and you closed your eyes in pain.

         Hearing the sound of a single bike gave a slight relief as you let go of the blanket you were gripping tightly in your hand. “Babe?” Jax called into the house. You heard the shuffling of his feet as he took his boots off at the door. “I’m in bed.” You whined out.

         Jax walked into the bedroom and saw you curled up in the fetal position on his side of the bed and it instantly clicked inside his head. He took his cut off and knife and gun out placing them in a chair before climbing in bed behind you.

          “Where were you.” You turned around to face him. He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Cartel shit.” Was all he said. Jax never said too much about club life with you, but you knew enough to let you sleep at night.

         You shrugged and nuzzled your head into his neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist. This is just what you needed. Inhaling the smell of your Ol’ Man relaxed you, and as he stroked your hair you eventually fell asleep in his arms

**

         You woke up to an empty bed, he was definitely sleeping on the couch tonight. Getting you of bed you put on Jax’s grey sweats, already wearing his shirt. Walking out you heard laughter and the smell of cooking.

         You peered into the kitchen to see your boys cooking dinner for you. A smile grew on your face as you saw how Jax interacted with Abel. He was an amazing father. You walked in and leaned down, placing a kiss to Abel’s head. “Hey mommy.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face. “Hey sweetheart, whatcha makin’?” You asked him as you looked up at Jax.

          “We made you pasta.” Abel announce proudly.p, but you already knew that. The adorable little boy had red sauce on his white shirt.

         You ran your fingers through Abel’s blonde hair. “Why don’t you go get changed and then we can eat?” You asked him. He nodded before running off. You looked up at Jax, a smile on both of your faces.

          “Thank you baby.” You placed a kiss on his lips and snaked your arms around his neck as he did the same around your waist, resting his large hands on your butt.

          “I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. “I love you too.” You said. The sound of little footsteps filled the room as Abel came back.

          “Ew! Coodies!” He yelled, sticking his tongue out at the two of you.

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A Cresswell-Tangled crossover! I started this thing over a year ago, but it wasn’t working out so I stopped and was like I can always get back to it later, knowing that that would probably not happen lol. I still had the unfinished piece in my drafts, so every time I went to drafts it was there glaring at me. And now I finally finished it because the shipweeks gave me a reason to pick it back up :p I finished most of the line-art last time, but I had to redraw a lot because it’s been over a year and I’ve improved since then, and obviously something wasn’t working out before. That I was able to make it work this time means I actually learned things last year, which feels good :) 
Anyway! Today’s shipweek theme was ‘lights’ and this thing accidentally fits because of the lyrics, so I waited till today to post it.

January is smaller than she’s ever been. Just a small
golden light in my peripheral. My head is wrapped in
cotton, but then there’s the sun, telling me I can’t sit
another year out. My ghosts are dead so I’m going into
this clear-eyed and weightless. January comes with the
hope for sugar and syrup, no more of the watered down
spoonfuls I’ve gotten the past eight months. As the heat
settles in, I wait to see if this means I’ll bloom or curdle
this year. January brings my insides to the edge of my
skin, braces them to jump. It’s been so long since I’ve
known solid ground. January is just a blurry figment
right now, static on the television. A ringing in my
ears. The countdown starts and the sky lights up.
January pitches her voice over the noise: last year’s
ghosts are dead, that’s reason enough to celebrate.
—  JANUARY IS AN OPTIMIST, angelea l.

i’m a nice person until you insult sam winchester

Overwatch Outfit-Swap: Genji and Zenyatta 

[Requests by @morethanlittlesinister , as well as several anons] 

FINALLY. 

Finally, there are robots robot boyfriends who wear each other’s clothes. (Clothes? Pieces?) 

I’m sorry this one too so long, since most of you know I’ve been dealing with chained concussions on and off for over a year. Still, this was such a joy to do, because Zenyatta is my sweet boy - and now looks like General Grievous’ jedi cousin. 

Genji looks a bit odd to me still, and don’t even get me started on how Zenyatta taught him to float… But I took a fair amount of artistic liberties with their designs since neither of them have full reference for the parts of their bodies that aren’t covered? It’s like they planned this. 

ANYWAY ENJOY. 

Thank you all for the submissions! 

[Requests for Overwatch Outfit Swaps are CLOSED]

To My New Sherlock Followers:

Johnlock is real. Johnlock is endgame. This gay romance has been endgame since Moffat and Gatiss brainstormed this show over a decade ago. Our community calls itself “TJLC” – The Johnlock Conspiracy. We work together to decode the clues laid before us in the television show, the online blogs, and the original writing by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. We are detectives and bloggers. Neat, don’t you think?

We’ve been operating alongside the show runners for over three years. They all know about us. How do I know they know? We go to their conventions wearing “TJLC” clothing. We follow them on Twitter. We hover just behind them, waiting for them to slip. And now that The Final Problem is mere days away, they’re all interacting with us through social media. Amanda Abbington and Arwel Wyn Jones are notorious for liking TJLC things on Twitter. They know we’re here, they know we’ve always been here. But they couldn’t tell anyone that they knew. Until now.

Do you see the resemblance? We are an underground network operating alongside them, an invisible threat hovering at their elbows, the women they’ve lied to, the threat they must lose to because, as Mark Gatiss in the show himself said, “They are right and we are wrong”.  We are the underground conspiracy in The Abominable Bride. 

We’re the reason Mark Gatiss as Mycroft in The Six Thatchers says, “I love an acronym – All the best secret societies have them”.

So if everyone reading this wants to get the last head start in the little time you have left, search TJLC and find the clues before time runs out. 

I wonder if there are any asari in the Andromeda Initiative that joined up fully believing that, by the time they returned to the Milky Way, they would be able to find old friends. 

Asari live for over a thousand years. It’s not unlikely that many would expect to find friends and family still kicking around - even after hundreds of years. Older, wiser, and changed, but still alive and waiting to welcome them home. 

Only, when these asari return with tales of Andromeda and the new frontier, they learn about the Reaper war.

honestly my favorite part of sense8 is that the actor who plays lito, miguel ángel silvestre, is super famous here in spain BUT all his roles are the straight male protagonist and a few years ago every spanish woman was drooling over him (myself included), like he was a national phenomenon and his characters attracted old straight women who would cringe at any sign of gayness, the show he’s most known for was literally called “there’s no paradise without tits”

and now he’s a gay icon on the internet thank you universe this is the kind of miracle i’ve been waiting for.

A Puppy Transfiguration Situation

Requested: No

Word Count: 1 469

A/N: I had so much fun writing this one :)

*****

“NEWTON ARTEMIS FIDO SCAMANDER!” you shriek, bursting through the door of the apartment that you shared with the Goldstein sisters, your closest friends since childhood.

You stomp angrily to the guest room, determined to find your boyfriend.
You see, the two of you had been dating for a little over a year now and it was the best time you had had in your life. He was perfect and you loved him dearly. Lately you had both been overflowing with piles of work and barely got to see each other so you decided to take a break and go on a nice lunch date, however when you arrived he wasn’t there and you were left there waiting for at least 50 minutes, looking like an idiot.

“Stood up honey?” a woman from inside of the restaurant called, chuckling.

Blushing furiously you hurried back home, ready to give the Magizoologist a long lecture.

Which brings us to now.

“NEWT!” you call, recklessly opening the door to the guest room. He wasn’t there. You sigh, running fingers through your hair, untangling the knots that had formed in your haste to get back.
Yes, maybe you were overreacting. But you were stressed and this was supposed to be a nice, relaxing and romantic time to spend time with the love of your life. He was probably just busy, that’s what you get when you date a world famous author.

You sulk back to your room and open the door, only to find an adorable little Basset Hound sitting on the floor, staring at you with large, adorable eyes. You can’t help but let out a squeal, despite your rough day.

“Awwww! Aren’t you just the cutest thing!” you say, a huge smile spreading across your face and you bend down to pick the puppy up. “Hello little fella, where did you come from?”

The puppy hums happily snuggling up against you and you laugh, gently petting its soft fur.
Being with Newt helped you realize that you loved all creatures, magical or not. Your heart was simply melting, the puppy was the most adorable puppy you had ever seen!

It licks your face with its soft, little wet tongue and you give it a kiss on the head.

“Oh, I like you too!” you reply and it barks happily.

Then a thought comes over you. Did Newt give you this puppy? You couldn’t see Tina and Queenie randomly picking up a puppy and deciding to raise it.

“If Newt thinks he can avoid a lecture session with a puppy, he’s wrong.” you say to yourself and the puppy stares at you with big eyes.

“Want to help me find him and beat him up?” you ask the puppy jokingly.

It leaps out of your arms and rolls around on the floor, putting its paws over its eyes.

You smile and a melodic laugh escapes from your lips once more.

“Alright fine, I won’t hurt him…that bad.” you say, picking it back up and hugging it gently.
“Although I’ve got to say, Newt knows exactly what I like.”

*****

You spend an hour looking desperately for Newt, Apparating here and there with the puppy in your arms.
Finally giving up, you go back home.

“Hmm no luck,” you murmur, gently stroking the puppy that was sitting right next to you on the couch. “I’m sorry, Apparating like that probably didn’t feel all that comfortable if you aren’t used to it.” you apologized to the puppy, however it looked unfazed and gently licks your hand.

“You’re a strong little guy.” you praise it and it puffs out its chest and you can’t help but smile.

Suddenly, Tina and Queenie Apparate into the room, startling both you and the puppy. It leaps into your protective arms.

“(Y/N)! Newt! There you are, we’ve been looking for you all day!” Tina says, out of breath.

“Newt?” you ask. “I’ve been looking for him the whole day because he didn’t come to our date and I couldn’t find him!”

“Oh Teen,” Queenie says musically, reading your mind. “She doesn’t know.”

“(Y/N), the puppy that is in your arms is your boyfriend; Mr. Newton Artemis Fido Scamander himself.” Tina explains with a tiny smirk.

You look down at the puppy and it looks back at you, looking humanly sheepish.

“SCAMANDER!” you yell as the puppy leaps out of your arms and runs away.

“Oh no, you get back here!” you call, chasing after it with no prevail.
Tina and Queenie watch on, amused looks on their faces.
Tired, you pull out your wand and point it at Newt.

“Accio!” you say and puppy comes flying back to your open arms. Newt struggles, trying to break free but you tighten your grip.

“Hey, hey don’t fight it, you can’t escape from me again.” you sing, and he looks up at you with huge pleading eyes. “How did this even happen? Is Newt some Animagus now?”

It was Tina’s turn to look sheepish.

“Well, this morning after you left for work, Newt was getting ready for your date when I asked him for a favour before he left. I was having some trouble with Transfiguration so uh, I asked him to help me and he agreed. A few things happened and umm I accidentally turned him into a puppy.” she explains and flinches, expecting you to be angry.

“You turned my boyfriend into a puppy?” you say, laughing. “That is the best thing I have heard the entire day.” you say through giggles. Newt looks at you with disapproval.

“And then he ran away to who knows where. I guess he knew that you would come after him after missing your date.” Queenie says and you smile.

“Oh you were right about that.” you say.

“We can’t seem to be able to turn him back though, are you good with Transfiguration?” Tina asks hopefully.

You smirk.

“Eh, can’t we just leave him like this? He’s super adorable and so soft and fluffy!” you beg.

Newt barks at you, telling you to stop. He didn’t want to stay as a puppy.

“Aww don’t worry, you’re adorable either way.” you say.

If puppies could blush, Newt would’ve turned a dark shade of red.

“Lucky for you, I’m pretty good at Transfiguration, if I do say so myself.” you say, rolling up your sleeves. “Let’s see… Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow-”

Newt barks at you, telling you to focus and stop fooling around.

“Okay, okay.” you surrender. “Tina, Queenie, you might want to turn away, he could, umm…”

“Be unclothed?” Queenie finishes for you with a smirk.

“Umm, well yes. Now look away!” you say, a blush rising on your face.

You raise your wand and focus.

“Reparifarge!” you say, pointing your wand at the adorable little dog.
Newt immediately starts to grow and his features become more human like.

“Aww I’ll miss the little guy.” you murmur as you run to grab a blanket from the other room.

You quickly run back just in time to throw the blanket over the now, fully grown and human Newt.

Newt grabs your wand from you and magically transforms the blanket into clothes.

“That was, an odd experience.” he finally says. “Thank you (Y/N), it appears I owe you a date.”

You snort.

“Yeah that would be nice, but next time, please don’t turn into a puppy.”

“How does a cat sound then?” he asks, smirking slyly.

“Newt…”

“Come along now, we can’t be late for dinner now can we?” he says, taking your hand and kissing it gently.
You smile, giving in.

“I love you.” you say gently, reaching up to pet the top of his head. “But before we go anywhere; NEWTON ARTEMIS FIDO SCAMANDER I HAVE A HUGE LECTURE WITH YOUR NAME ON IT.”

He flinches when you say his full name before he gave you a quick peck on your cheek and sprints out of the door.

“Hey get back here!” you scream, running after him, leaving Tina and Queenie behind.

As soon as you sprint out the door they share a smile.

“Good plan sis, those two really needed to have a break. And what better way than having a tiny adventure?” Tina says laughing.

“Yes, although next time we might want to think of something that doesn’t involve Newt getting a lecture from (Y/N), you know how bad they can be sometimes.”

“Nah, they’re perfect for each other. They could lecture each other for hours, after all that is how they fell in love.”

They hear a crash from downstairs followed by a chain of giggles and laughter; the sound of you tackling Newt in a hug.

Tina sighs.

“Maybe we should’ve left him as a puppy…”

“Turn them both into puppies?” Queenie suggests.

“Great idea.”

*****

Thanks for reading! Thanks for all of the likes and support, you guys are great!

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Hey Taylor! I thought I’d let you know that I found the absolute love of my life. His name is Joseph. We started dating in October 2015, and we’ve been together for over a year now and I’ve never been happier!

You were the one who gave me so much hope for finding love and I’m so glad I waited 16 years to meet him. Maybe I can introduce you to him someday. He is actually a fan of yours! 😊

I miss you so much Taylor and I hope you’re doing well 💜 @taylorswift

After more than 10 years of waiting, FFXV is finally released~! Happy release day~!! Although this is posted a day early for the west lol

I remember the first announcement of this game back in middle school and OMG that made feel so old just now. o<-< There’s a lot of changes that had been made over the game productions, but I hope that everyone will enjoy the game regardless~!

Unfortunately, I don’t have a PS4 to play it but I’ll look at it from afar. TTwTT 

  • Seeing as YOI has been over for about two weeks now,I have some 2017 Sports Anime recommendations:
  • DIVE!!-similar to Free! but you know, the characters are diving. This show is going to make a big splash this summer!!
  • Welcome To The Ballroom-an anime following competitive ballroom dancing. Surely this show will waltz right into your hearts this year!
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Pairing: Jikook // Kookmin - established relationship
Warning: angsty and insecure Jimin
A/N: this story is based on this request. I’m so sorry for the delay, I hope you like it and you enjoy reading it, maybe the wait was worth it :3

This said, ENJOY!!


Jimin took in a deep breath as his eyes clenched shut, feeling his heart hammering against his ribcage almost painfully.

He wasn’t like this, he wasn’t one to doubt anyone and maybe that was why he had been hurt so many times over the years; but Jungkook had been acting off the past days and Jimin was just, well… insecure.

They had been dating for years now and not even once Jimin hadn’t felt a bit insecure about it, always a bit scared Jungkook would realize he wasn’t attracted to him anymore and just leave Jimin behind, broken and sad.

Jimin opened his eyes when he heard Jungkook’s laugh -for the umpteenth time that afternoon and not thanks to him- and forced his eyes to look at the couple sitting comfortably as if nothing was wrong with the world.

As if Jimin wasn’t having a mental breakdown and his heart broken at the sight of his boyfriend being goofy and completely comfortable with a woman.

But, isn’t he gay? One would ask; No, Jimin would answer. Jungkook was not gay, or at least that was what he said when he finally got the courage to confess to Jimin, I’m just attracted to you, hyung.

Jimin was flattered then, the fact that very-straight Jungkook accepted he had feelings for his friend -his male friend- and decided to act on it always gave Jimin the motivation to keep working for their relationship to work, but at the same time was what scared him the most. That was Jimin’s insecurity; the fact that he didn’t have boobs, nor nice and smooth curves, soft skin and delicate features that would make Jungkook go crazy.

He felt like crying as the thoughts kept popping on his mind, images of Jungkook kissing a woman, leaving him, saying he didn’t love him anymore; It all just fueled that anxiety that wouldn’t let him sleep at night sometimes. He gasped for air as the first tear fell down from his eyes and decided to spare himself the suffering. He hauled a taxi and went home, to curl himself into his -their- bed and cry until his eyes weren’t capable of it anymore. 

Jungkook would be home late, anyways.



Jimin grew accustomed to awake alone on bed, it had been happening for the past two months already. He would wake up, Jungkook’s side of the bed already cold, sheets thrown away haphazardly and some of Jungkook’s clothes carelessly thrown on the floor.

Jungkook had always been a bit messy, Jimin was the one to make sure that their apartment was always nice and clean; the older maybe nagged at Jungkook too much, now that he thought about it, scolding him if he didn’t wash the dishes or if he forgot to do the laundry.

Maybe that was one of the reasons Jungkook grew tired of him.

He decided to go get something for breakfast after a furtive glance at the clock told him it was too late in the morning to keep lazying around in bed, even if it was his free day and the previous night had been exhausting enough to make him want to curl in bed and sleep until the end of the days.

He poured some coffee on his mug, some milk and two teaspoons of sugar, just to try to sweet up his sour mood, and sat on the kitchen table, eyes half open but thoughts already running wild inside his head.

He couldn’t help but think about his relationship with the younger boy. He always thought they were meant to be, after all Jungkook was Jimin’s true and first love, not to mention the one who helped him come out the closet when they decided to be an official couple. Jimin had always known he was gay, early on his teen years when he started to have more interest in boys than girls gave him the first hints, but it wasn’t until he was in college and met Jungkook that he actually admitted to himself his sexuality. Jungkook was the first one to know, and then Jimin’s closest friends -Taehyung, Jimin’s best friend, will always be hurt about it, though- and helped Jimin to be secure about who he is.

Jimin developed a crush, but he knew better than act on it, despite Taehyung’s words of encouragement,  by the simple fact that Jungkook was straight. The younger one had always  had girlfriends and never once mentioned being curious about experimenting with people of the same sex. That’s why he was so surprised when Jungkook kissed him one night, suddenly pecking Jimin’s lips in the middle of talking while they were out drinking. Jungkook had panicked,  his hands shaking when he confessed to be thinking about Jimin in ways a straight man shouldn’t think about another male, but that his feelings were too strong to ignore.

It had been difficult at first, but they managed to make it work. They had been each other first everything and Jimin had wished, maybe foolishly, to be also each other’s last everything.

He whipped away angrily the sad tear that was falling down his cheek. He had promised last night he wouldn’t cry anymore but the pain was too strong to ignore. He had been giving Jungkook his everything, the least the younger could do in exchange was to tell him if he had stopped loving him back.

He had hated himself at first when he had started doubting Jungkook, but the facts were piling over each other and Jimin couldn’t help but to assume things. The other would always give the excuse of being too busy with work: “My boss is bitting my ass lately, so many projects to work on and so few time.” he had said once, when things started to go downfall and Jimin had said nothing, he wanted to trust Jungkook because the other had never given him a reason not to. But what got Jimin suspicious was how Jungkook started to get a bit jumpy with him, putting his hand on the screen when he received a text message, inventing obvious excuses for when he got home too late, the lingering feminine fragrance on his clothes. Jimin didn’t want to jump into conclusions too soon, but Jungkook was giving him reasons to doubt. Hence why he decided to follow around his boyfriend.

Jimin felt horrible, hiding on the shadows and watching like a creep his boyfriend. He hated this feeling of distrust, the fact that he was doubting Jungkook. He was tempted more than once to forget it all, go home and wait for Jungkook to get back home for a session of cuddles.

But then, he saw them. He had been waiting, sitting on a bench near the building Jungkook worked at -but not close enough to be spotted-  and fighting with the chilly wind of autumn that threatened to turn him into a popsicle, when he saw Jungkook and a petite girl walking out the building and amicably talking while making their way to some random direction. It wouldn’t mean much to Jimin if not because the girl had her arm perched on Jungkook’s own and smiled up at him with fondness on her eyes and Jungkook was returning the gesture. They seemed close, and Jimin felt his world crumble.

Everything else around him was blank as a knot formed on his throat, and with his heart pumping furiously inside his chest he stood from the bench and followed them, maintaining his distance and just observing as they walked around the busy streets of Seoul. They stopped to some shops from time to time, she pointing her finger on the windows shopping to every jeweler’s they passed by and Jungkook just nodding with half a smile on his lips, but they would walk away after he mumbled something Jimin couldn’t hear from where he was hiding.

They ended on a coffee shop and Jimin standing around the corner watching his boyfriend get stolen by a stunning lady. She was truly beautiful, light brown hair, long and surely silky at the touch, small frame, cute smile. It had hurt so much.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as his phone buzzed. He decided to ignore it, not in the mood for whatever it was reclaiming his attention, but the device vibrated again against the wooden table so he grabbed it and unlocked it to find a couple of messages from Jungkook.

I’m coming home early tonight, babe

let’s have a dinner date



Jimin jumped startled when the front door opened that night. He had been on edge all day, thinking about their date and what was Jungkook planning. He couldn’t help but think that that date was going to be their last one together, getting nervous and anxious to the point of throwing up all the contents of his stomach after getting something to eat.

He sat straight on the sofa, muting the TV as Jungkook entered the room, a soft smile on his face and looking as gorgeous as ever.

“Hey.” greeted Jungkook, before kissing softly Jimin’s temple. “I’m finally home early, huh?”

“Yeah…” mumbled Jimin with his eyes closed. He released a soft breath, contented with the simple touch of Jungkook’s lips against his skin. Jimin had missed him a lot, and it hurt him to know that it was going to end like this. “I missed you.” he added in a whisper.

“Me too.” chuckled Jungkook before pecking Jimin’s lips. The older closed his eyes again, wanting to scream at Jungkook for lying, to call him out, but he refrained. He didn’t feel brave enough for it now. Jimin had decided to let Jungkook do it, so he could embrace what they have for as long as the younger would let him.

“Are you ready? We are going out for tonight’s date.”

“What?” mumbled surprised Jimin and watched as Jungkook went to their shared bedroom while getting rid of his necktie.

“Since it’s been forever since our last date I thought it would be nice to have a fancy dinner.” hollered Jungkook from the other room. Jimin heard the wardrobe door squeak as Jungkook was searching for nice clothes to put on.

The older silently walked to the room and reclined his weight on the doorframe, watching Jungkook undress, admiring the soft curve of his muscles and the silky skin he had the pleasure to touch so many times. Jimin had Jungkook’s every scar, mole and birthmark memorized.

“What, you don’t wanna go out?” asked Jungkook while changing his socks.

“Aren’t you tired from work?” questioned Jimin. Jungkook observed him, blinking owlishly with those big doe eyes that the older loved so much before standing up and walking to him.

“I’m tired, yes, but I want to have a nice evening with you.” he mumbled softly. Jimin looked down as Jungkook grabbed him by his hands, feeling the knot forming again on his throat. Those hands he loved so much had been touching another person that it wasn’t him. “Hyung, are you ok?”

“Yeah, sorry. Let’s go out.” he said, forcing a smile on his lips as he separated himself from his boyfriend to go get changed.



When Jungkook said a fancy dinner, Jimin never thought he would end in one of those restaurants that charged even for just breathing inside the establishment.

Jimin knew they couldn’t afford such place, their salary wasn’t high enough to pay for a single cup of water but here they were, sat in a table for two with shiny cutlery, expensive wine on their glasses and candles to add a touch of intimacy.

“Can we afford this?” asked Jimin softly. Jungkook chuckled and Jimin bit his lip nervously.

“Don’t worry about it hyung, just enjoy tonight’s dinner.”

Jimin had never reasons to doubt Jungkook, his tone always firm and secure gave the older one so much reassurance; however he had never reasons to think Jungkook had been cheating on him until that day, so maybe that night Jimin would end up heartbroken and on jail for not paying for his dinner. Was that the younger’s plan? Was he mean enough to end their relationship after a good dinner date?

The night went on rather calm, considering Jimin was waiting for the moment in which Jungkook would break up with him. The older could tell something was on the other’s mind, Jungkook’s hands were kind of shaking and he had knocked out his glass of wine a couple or more times, chuckling forcedly and apologizing awkwardly at their waiter for the mess.

Jimin felt kinda relieved then than it would mean something for Jungkook; if Jungkook was nervous it meant that it wasn’t easy for him to break things off. At least it didn’t feel as if Jimin were nothing.

“Hyung.” Jungkook called to get Jimin’s attention. He looked up and saw Jungkook fidgeting on his seat, his forehead a bit damp with sweat and eyes wandering in nervousness. Jimin knew the other so well it scared him sometimes. “I need to tell you something…”

“Ok” he whispered, feeling the suffocating knot forming on his throat again for the umpteenth time that day. He had tried to be ready for this moment, but could he ever be ready for the love of his life walking out the door after tearing his heart apart?

“Uhm… It’s been a long time since we got together, right? We’ve been a couple for a very long time and I know It’s been rather hard for us to find ourselves and be comfortable with what we have, but we did it and I’m so proud of who I’ve become thanks to you. I’ve always tried to give back to you the same love I received from you and this past years together have been awesome…”

“But?” asked Jimin with a broken voice when Jungkook paused for a moment. Jimin could tell the other was thinking, recollecting his words as to speak coherently and not tumble across his speech like he tended to do when he got too nervous.

“But I think it’s time for a change… for us to try and experience new things so, that’s why- I, well… I thought- shit, I’m so nervous…” Jungkook mumbled the last part and Jimin just observed with tears threatening to fall from his eyes as Jungkook whipped his sweaty hands on his pants. Despite the nervousness Jungkook seemed eager to simply spill it out. Jimin didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Hyung, I… I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone and- shit I had rehearsed this but it’s a fucking mess…I- I want… let’s get married.”

“What?” asked bewildered Jimin trying to blink away his tears. Jungkook was flushed until the very tip of his ears, it would be rather adorable if not because Jimin was busy trying to catch on on what was happening.

“I said I want to marry you.” answered Jungkook more determined. His hand flew to his pocket and rested softly a small velvety box in front of Jimin. “I know I make a lot of mistakes and that it’s hard sometimes, this past month hasn’t been easy at work but waking up beside you every single day is what motivates me to keep going. I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone and I want you to be mine for the rest of my life.”

Jimin stared at the box in front of him open mouthed. That had been a turn of events he didn’t expect. He was ready for hurtful words from Jungkook’s mouth, for his heart to break and for the countless days of himself buried on his bed crying non stop.

And that’s why he started crying, a strangled sob came out of his mouth as the guilt started consuming him, all the culpability crushing him down for even doubting Jungkook was cheating on him, for believing for a split second this amazing boy didn’t love him anymore.

“I’m sorry.” he blurted out, snapping one hand on his mouth to try to muffle his sounds while the other grabbed the box. The last thing he wanted was to attract attention to them “Fuck, I’m sorry- I-“

“Sorry? What for?” asked Jungkook dumfounded, panic lacing his words. “Is that— is that a no?”

Jimin shook his head, he was crying so hard he couldn’t even formulate words. He curled down on himself, the tiny box opened on his hands and the shiny silver ring greeting him.

“Hyung…” Jimin felt Jungkook’s strong arms embrace him; he didn’t even notice when Jungkook had stood up, but the younger had kneeled beside him to drag his small frame against his strong chest, and the warmth emanating from him helped Jimin calm down a bit, his familiar cologne invading his nostrils. “Come here…” mumbled the younger and helped Jimin stand from his chair and lead them out.

The restaurant had a beautiful terrace with dim lights and big bushes of flowers, beautiful scenery for couples to enjoy romantic dinners if not because the chilly air of autumn made it impossible at that given moment.

Jimin clung into Jungkook for dear life, his face buried on the younger’s chest and surely staining it with his tears and wrinkling the material with his vice-like grip. Jungkook felt so good against his body, lean and muscular and strong, his big and warm hand running up and down Jimin’s back as to calm him down.

“That wasn’t the reaction I expected.” joked Jungkook, his lips firmly pressed against the crown of Jimin’s hair.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled again, like a broken record. He had ruined everything. “I’m sorry Jungkook-“

“Stop apologizing, It’s ok Hyung…” cut Jungkook softly, but the hurt was evident on his voice. “I understand if you don’t want to.”

“I want to marry you!” corrected quickly Jimin, a bit louder than intended. This was all just a mess, and he had managed to hurt Jungkook unintentionally. “I just— I thought you wanted to break up with me…”

“What? Why would I-

“You’ve been so busy with work lately, I haven’t seen you at all and… You got so secretive and I just- “ Jimin sighed tiredly. He rested his forehead on Jungkook’s shoulder, afraid of the reaction he would get once he told the other everything. “I followed you after work yesterday and I saw you with that girl… she was so pretty Jungkook… I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

Jimin waited for Jungkook to say something but as a minute went by and the younger didn’t say anything Jimin lifted his head to stare at the other. His eyes widened when he saw the younger’s ones red with a hurtful expression on his face.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook I-“

“Have I done it so badly that you don’t trust me?” interrupted Jungkook, his voice pained. It was the first time Jimin had seen him so vulnerable; Jungkook was always strong, in control of his emotions, it was a rare sight to see him cry, even for Jimin.

“No, it’s not that. I trust you, I just… I’ve always been insecure about us because I always feel you will realize you aren’t attracted to me anymore, that after all boys don’t attract you.” explained Jimin. It was the first time he had admitted it out loud and now that the words were out he kind of felt relieved. He knew it sounded pathetic, they had been together for over five years and Jungkook hadn’t done anything but show how much he loved Jimin, but the fear was still there. It’s not always that easy to fight one’s monsters all alone.

“I love you hyung, I’ve told you countless of times…”

“I know.” whimpered Jimin, ashamed hanging his head lower again. “I know, and I’m so sorry for doubting you…”

“Hyung…” said Jungkook lifting his head up. “I love you. No girl can change that, not even the most beautiful woman on earth can make me stop loving you. Don’t doubt it, don’t you dare doubt yourself like that because you are the best thing that could ever happen to me and I regret nothing about us.”

Jimin sniffled, trying to contain the tears that threatened to come out at those words. Jungkook had told him hundreds of times how much he loved him, but Jimin wouldn’t even grow tired of hearing it over and over again.

“I’m sorry I ruined this night.” mumbled Jimin, his fingers closing around the lapel of the other’s jacket to pull him closer. Jungkook’s warm body had always been a firm and solid reassurance to him. “I understand if you are mad at me-“

“No, I’m not mad.” reassured Jungkook, gentle hands resting on Jimin’s waist to return the embrace. “It’s not exactly how I planned the night to go but I’m glad we had the chance to talk about it. I didn’t know you thought like that, I should have known and take care of you properly.”

“You do, Jungkook.” Jimin paused to lick his lips, overwhelmed by the situation. “You take good care of me, like no one else could do… You are the best companion and lover I could ever dream of. I would love to marry you, if you still want me…” finished off Jimin, his voice creaking more times than it was natural for a grown up man.

Jungkook pressed him closer, his embrace tightening around Jimin’s waist and his lips leaving a soft tender kiss on his forehead.

“Of course I want you, you drive me crazy Jimin.” confessed the younger. Jimin shuddered against his body, he loved when Jungkook dropped the honorifics and called him by his name. “I want you always by my side.”

Jimin couldn’t hold it anymore, not when Jungkook was looking at him with such love and want on his eyes, so he tilted his head up to fight back the centimeters of height difference and pressed his lips against Jungkook’s, a soft kiss that said so much without any words.

Jungkook took the box from Jimin’s hand, played with it with his long fingers before lifting up the lid and taking out the delicate silver ring.

“She’s just a friend. I told her I wanted to ask you but I didn’t know which kind of ring to get you.” explained Jungkook with a soft tone, delicate and affectionate as a little smile grew on his lips. “I asked her for help, she had proposed to her boyfriend a month a go and I wanted her opinion about rings…”

Jimin nodded as he didn’t know what to say, a knot forming on his throat again due to guilt. Jimin felt so stupid.

“Hyung-“ Jungkook waited for Jimin to look back at him, “Would you marry me?”

The ring slid down his sturdy finger with ease, as if made only for him, shining brightly and contrasting beautifully against his slightly tanned skin.

“Yes.” he said, wide smile to match with Jungkook’s own before  leaning forward for a kiss.

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Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever.

Word count: 1,951

Warning; a little angst? nothing really

A/N: My first Sebastian x Reader, hope y’all enjoy! Want to be tagged? Let me know :)  

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I’ve waited literally over a year to make this joke, and now it’s finally time. Everyone’s drawing all of this cute/heartwarming fanart about baby Bra and I’m over here making sh*tposts. XD

Based on this: https://vine.co/v/OhiFqVvBIKi

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You held Sam’s eyes just a moment before ducking your head with a quick, bursting laugh.

“Wow. That’s a pretty good line,” you said, challenging him, waiting for him to laugh too, to make it all one of your inside jokes that Dean would roll his eyes at later. 

When Sam said nothing though, you looked up again. He had a soft smile on his face but those eyes of his, intently fixed on you, were nothing but sincere. You blushed deeply.

“Wait. Was that a line?” you demanded in a half-whisper, leaning forward. 

“A pretty good one, according to you,” Sam said.

“But…what? You’re flirting with me?”

Now Sam laughed, deep and rich, giving a small shake of his head and pulling his teeth to graze over his bottom lip. You watched all of this with your heart in your throat, waiting for his answer. 

“Have been for the past year,” he said. “But thanks for noticing.”

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Awkward (F)

Originally posted by defwang

REQUESTED: can I have a fluff/comedy scenario where Jackson is introducing you to got7? 

Reader (you) x Jackson ft members of got7

Word Count: 1262

Warnings: suggestive

note: here you go, my dear! this was requested awhile ago so i’m sorry for the long wait! happy reading and take care everyone! -admin


You’ve been dating Jackson for over a year now and you still haven’t met the members of GOT7. With them having a constant busy schedule, you always wondered when you were going to meet them. And Jackson always told you that he would take you to see his members but that never happened. You understood their busy schedule and you were fine with meeting the members anytime. As long as it doesn’t create a conflict with their schedules.

You were lounging around at home, with your pjs, sat on the couch. With a bag of chips laid on your lap and the TV on, you decided to have a lazy day and just relax. You did deserve a day without having to do any work, since you’ve worked so hard during the weekdays. Until, your phone rang loudly, interrupting your time to yourself.

“Hello?” You answered the phone, lowering the volume on the TV.

“Hey, babe. I’m bored.” Jackson replied through the phone.

“Is that why you called me?” You laughed at your boyfriend’s blunt comment. Usually, Jackson would call you to have long talks because he missed your voice. Other times, he would just rant about his days and complain how tiring his schedule was. But, today was a different day.

“Yes, can you come over to dorm?” Jackson asked through the phone. You could already picture his pouty face he would make when he wanted something. And of course, you would say yes.

“Sure, I’ll be there soon.” You stated as you hung up the phone and hopping off the couch. Changing to a rather decent clothing to go outside, you jumped onto a bus and made your way to dorm. After thirty minutes on the bus, you finally arrived at the street as you walked down the alleyway and stopped right in front of a grey building. You saw Jackson leaning on the side on the building waiting for you to arrive.

“Jackson.” You yelled, waving at him to get his attention. As soon as he saw your smiling face, he ran over to you to give you a hug.

“I missed you so much.” He said, breaking away from the hug.

“It’s only been a week, Jackson.” You smiled, punching him in the chest. “It’s not like you went on tour to actually miss me that badly.”

“Is it a crime to miss my girlfriend? Even though I saw her last week? Should I just give her space for a week?” Jackson questioned as he widened his eyes. You could see the playfulness starting to form from his joking matter.  

“No, you idiot.” You laughed at him. “I missed you too, no worries.”

Jackson’s high pitched laugh rang throughout the area as you both continued to joke around and entered the building. Taking the elevator up to dorm, he took you into his dorm to find it empty, without the members.

“Where’s the rest?” You asked as you entered the living room.

“They’re out buying some food. They just left so we have some time for ourselves.” Jackson stated as he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. You let out a sigh as you sat down right next to Jackson, your head resting on his shoulder. For a moment, you two sat there in silence, watching TV. If Jackson was bored, why didn’t he just turn on the TV and watch something like you both were doing right now. But knowing your boyfriend, he wanted someone by his side to keep him company. And you were happy to keep him company for the time being.

Suddenly, Jackson nudged your head off in order for him to stand off and take off his sweater, revealing the black tank top he always wore underneath. You shook your head in disbelief, knowing classic Jackson took off his sweater whenever he wanted to show off his muscles. Or that was what most people assumed.

“What? I’m hot.” He said, throwing his sweater aside and sitting back down next to you.

You smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I know you’re hot. I’m a pretty lucky girl to score a guy like you.”

Jackson cutely smiled at you and then turned his attention to the TV. His hand rested on your thigh as his thumb started to draw circles, patterns that soothed you. You turned your head to look at him as his hands went further up, knowing full well what he wanted. But he kept his face straight when his hands rested dangerously close to your heat.

“Jackson, we can’t do this here.” You warned him, biting your lips. But you knew he wouldn’t listen to you. Jackson turned his head to look at you and leaned down so that his lips were close to yours.

“Shh,” He whispered, “No one will catch us.”

And with that, Jackson closed the gap between your face as you two started to kiss deeply. Jackson pushed you down on the couch, making you gasp as he took this opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth. You two were sharing a hot kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours. Jackson’s hands played with the hem of your shirt as he lifted it up slightly, exposing your stomach.

“Yah! Kids! Get off the couch.” You heard a voice yell. Jackson immediately let go of you as you propped yourself up, turning your head to meet the best leader, or that was what Jackson called him.

“You’re home!” Jackson beamed at Jaebum as he stood up from the couch to give him a hug. But as a chic leader, Jaebum rejected his hug and looked at your beet red face.

“Is this what you do with your girlfriend and we’re not home?” Jaebum raised his eyebrows as he walked towards you. You stood up from the couch awkwardly, fixing your shirt, as you bowed in greeting.

“We watch TV there, Jackson.” Jinyoung said as he came into the scene. “Now, I know why that couch smells funny. It’s because of you two.”

“Ewww!” Yugyeom yelled as he slapped Jackson on the chest. You watched as all of the members piled in the living room, staring at you and your flushed cheeks. This was not how you wanted to greet the members and it was embarrassing that the leader caught you two making out on the couch.

“Uh,” Jackson spoke up, scratching the back of his head, “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, we figured.” Bambam said as he approached you, with his hand out. You took his hand, shaking it slightly as laughter filled the room. Although the atmosphere was awkward, the members one by one formally introduced themselves to you, forgetting the scene that happened earlier. And in return, you gave them a proper introduction of yourself.

“Now that is all settled, how about we eat?” Mark spoke up as he pointed towards the food in the kitchen.

“And maybe next time hyung,” Youngjae said as he slapped Jackson on the back, “Tell us when you’re bringing your girlfriend over so we don’t have to encounter that again.”

“He will, don’t worry.” You confirmed that statement, knowing full well you didn’t want to go through that embarrassment again. The members were nice enough to brush it off the whole night as you spent time with them, chatting and getting to know one another. Of course, the occasional teasing came up but you were happy to finally meet the members after a year of dating Jackson.


(THE ENDING OMG SORRY)

“What are we going to tell her?”

Arizona’s eyes followed her seven-year-old daughter as she crossed the small café, a bounce in her step as she approached the counter and waited for the barista to hand her down her own small hot chocolate. Sofia was getting so big – over the last year she’d been in New York, the little girl had grown in spades, both physically and emotionally, and although she’d always been a little precocious Arizona was sure she was now intelligent far beyond her years.

Callie let her gaze follow her ex-wife’s for a moment before directing it back across the table toward the blonde herself, and she reached out almost instinctively, her hand lightly squeezing the other woman’s.

“The truth, Arizona. She’s going to be so happy.”

“Exactly,” blue eyes immediately glanced toward the elder brunette, “she’s going to be so happy, Callie…but what if this…what if we don’t work out – again? It’s going to break her heart. She was never old enough before to know any different, but if this doesn’t work and we break up again, she’s going to be crushed–”

Arizona.”

Callie cut the smaller woman off, glancing over towards their daughter again to see that she was now animatedly in conversation with the teenager behind the bar.

“Stop thinking we’re going to break up again.”

Arizona’s eyes flickered up to meet the deep brown gaze across the small table, and her fingers fiddled lightly with the open collar of her jacket.

“This is it for us,” Callie continued speaking softly when the blonde didn’t reply, “we are together. We’ve been together again for nearly six months, and I know it’s been long-distance but it’s felt so, so right. You’re it for me, Arizona. I’m never letting you go again – I’m not going anywhere. Are you?”

A small smile graced the beautiful features in front of her, and Arizona let out a calming breath, letting her own smile match the other woman’s.

“I love you, Calliope. I’m not going anywhere either.”

“Mom, Mama, guess what!”

Sofia appeared beside them with her to-go cup carefully held in her hand, and she set it on the table as Arizona pushed her chair back a bit, allowing the young girl to climb into her lap. With her mother’s arm wrapped snugly around her waist, Sofia grinned happily, pulling her cup towards her again.

“The girl who makes the drinks is named Sofia too! I saw it on her apron. And I know I’m not supposed to tell strangers my name but you were right here and she was super nice and she said anytime we come back she’ll make sure to give me extra marshmallows and the chocolate sauce on top and the whip cream cause Sofia is the best name.”

Callie couldn’t help the grin that lit up her face as she watched them. Sofia was so much like Arizona – from her expressions and her sense of humour, down to her bubbly, talkative personality. She’d missed this – missed them together. Their weekends over the last year had never been enough.

“Sofia is the very best name,” Arizona’s dimpled grin matched their daughter’s as she smoothed down some flyaway dark hair, “and maybe we can come back here next Sunday, how about that?”

The young girl looked up at her mother and then across at her other parent, brown eyes curious and hopeful.

“Are we really still gonna be here next Sunday?”

“We are, I told you, baby,” Callie wrapped her hands around her own warm cup of coffee, “we’re home for good. That’s why we packed up everything in New York.”

“Just making sure. Are you going to keep staying with me and mom and Andrew?”

“Actually, Sof…” Arizona glanced over her head to see Callie nod, confirming what she was about to say, “I think you, me, and mama are going to get a new house – just the three of us.”

Sofia’s face lit up immediately – although her eyebrow arched curiously as she looked up into the blue eyes of her mother.

“Another new house?”

Laughing softly, Arizona dropped a kiss on her temple, squeezing the small body affectionately around the middle.

“I know, sweetie. There have been a lot of new houses the last couple years. But this one will be the last, I promise. It’ll be a really good one.”

“And we’re going to live there for a long, long time. Together.”

Callie chimed in, and she could see the gears turning in the young girl’s mind as she sipped her hot chocolate again, her inquisitive brown eyes studying Callie’s own for a minute.

“Because you and mommy love each other again, right? Like, love love. That’s really why we came home.”

Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres was always so much smarter than her mothers imagined – not that either of them were terribly surprised. And they’d been kidding themselves in thinking she hadn’t picked up on what was happening between them.

“Yeah, Sof,” Callie laughed softly, reaching over to twine her fingers with Arizona’s in plain sight of their daughter, “I love love her. I love her a lot.”

Arizona smiled, her gaze meeting Callie’s over the top of Sofia’s head. and she tightened her hold ever so slightly on the hand wrapped around hers.

“I love you, Arizona.”

And while it wasn’t the first time they’d uttered the words since being together again – in fact, they’d spoken them many times, in many ways over the phone and in texts and on weekends in New York – it was the first time they’d spoken them in front of Sofia. And somehow, speaking that promise out loud to her was even more of a commitment – even further solidifying their need, and more importantly their want to be together. Because the one thing they’d realized over the last six months was that being in love with each other was so much more than a simple, invisible pull – it was undeniable, fated even, that much was clear – but it was also a choice. And for the last time, for good, they had chosen each other.

“I know.”

Sofia grinned widely, plucking a half melted marshmallow from the top of her cup, and practically glowing from the obvious love of both her mothers, she popped it into her mouth, licking her chocolately fingers. 

As far as she was concerned, it was simple. Her mothers loved her, and they loved each other. She had everything she’d always wanted.

“Can we invite Andrew over for supper sometimes though? He’s not a very good cook…he might starve without us.”

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Disposable pt2

Idk I was just thinking about this last night and thought I might write another part? But I’ll warn you now, if you like sad endings, stop reading after part one. I’m terrible at angst because I’m a sucker for happy endings. (Also @ anon who originally requested part 1, I’m sorry that this is about to turn into something not at all like what you asked for, forgive me)

You can read part 1, 3, 4 

Yoongi x Reader

Fake relationship

Warnings: Harsh language, mild nsfw, alcohol usage.


Yoongi waited two weeks for you to call. And he was sure that you would, because you always did. This had been a relatively normal thing for you for over a year now. Everything would seem like it was fine until one day you said you couldn’t do this anymore, then you would effectively dump him (although in order to dump him you would have had to have been in a relationship in the first place), and then a few days later you would call him again.

It was just the way it was. 

There was something different about this time, however. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, or even think about it at the time, but there was something in your eyes that night. Yoongi recognized hopelessness when he saw it.

He rubbed his eyes, reminding himself that he didn’t care. So what if you never called him? It wasn’t like he couldn’t find someone else. Though, it could be hard to find someone who didn’t ask questions. That was something he liked about you, you never asked questions about his personal life. You weren’t interested in his money, or his status. At first, you wanted the same thing that he did– a way to forget who you were for a while. 

No more stress, no more phone calls from angry bosses, no more parents who wanted to know why you weren’t married yet. It worked so well because the two of you were each others escape. 

For a few months, both of you kept feelings out of it. You were fuck buddies, no big deal. But at some point, something had shifted. He could still remember the first time he noticed it, when he had almost made the mistake of asking you to stay. He nearly didn’t catch himself in time, choking on his words and backtracking so fast that you had actually asked him if he was okay. 

He glared at his phone, waiting for something that he knew wasn’t going to happen.

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