i love this one babe good job


For the anon whom I promised Niall fluff to the other day: this is my gift to you. ❤️

“But Niall, look at her!

You were cradling your newborn baby girl in your arms as you looked at your husband, distress coloring your features. Your baby was fast asleep in your arms—she had your lips and Niall’s nose, and a mixture of both your stubbornness.

She was a tough baby, in the sense that it had been incredibly difficult to get her used to any kind of sleep schedule. She cried at all hours of the night and had a very difficult temperament at that time, so you took the whole “when baby’s sleeping mom should be sleeping” thing very seriously.

You had to admit, caring for a baby was difficult. You and Niall had never felt exhaustion like it before—you had been sleeping in no more than three hour increments for the past two months, and it was all catching up to you. You had bags under your eyes like never before, and sometimes it took everything you had inside of you to keep up a simple conversation. Sometimes you would walk into the kitchen, baby in your arms, and catch your husband half-asleep as he brewed the coffee.

It took it’s toll on the both of you, but it was completely worth it.

“C’mon babe, give’er to me,” Niall reached for the baby in your arms, causing you to huff stubbornly.

“Don’t wanna,” you complained, cradling her closer to your chest and nuzzling your nose against the top of her sleeping baby head.

You had been cooped up in the house ever since your daughter had been born. It had been two months since you stepped foot out of your home—you gave your one hundred percent into motherhood, and you were getting the hang of taking care of your baby for sure. But there were times when Niall would have to kindly remind you to shower, or make you eat something before going to sleep because you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

You were drained, and it had been so long since you’d done something for yourself. Which is why Niall had scheduled this brunch with one of your best friends.

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Into You

A lovely anon requested: hey babe, I’m in love with your imagines you are such a good writter and I was wondering if you could do one with Peter Parker based on the music video of into you by ariana grande, thanks bb”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Heavily implied sexy times, but no smut. Heavily implied cheating.

Word Count: 5, 096

Summary: In their early twenties, Peter Parker and the reader have been life-long friends. The reader has anything everyone could ever want; they went to their dream school, landed their dream job, and have the dream boyfriend. However, he’s not Peter Parker.


A/N: I watched the music video and I wasn’t sure as to whether or not it was okay to write as an AU so I guess it ended up being semi-AU-ish in the sense that I made him and the reader in their early twenties. I wrote this piece as how I interpreted the storyline of the music video and I hope it turned out okay! It is so much longer than I thought it would be because I’m Way Too Extra ™. 

Originally posted by thr0wyourdem0ns

Originally posted by juliechavira

Into You by Ariana Grande

You wake up to the sound of soft snores and a slight pounding in your head. When you open your eyes, the light peeking through the worn out curtains is blinding. You immediately shut your eyes as the subtle brightness seems to enhance your headache. It take you a few moments before you build up the courage to let your eyelids peel back again and the light doesn’t seem as harsh anymore.

Once your eyes have been well adjusted, you scan your surroundings without moving another muscle. Your focus wanders from the empty red cups and half-empty packs of candy on the little desk, the cards splayed out on the stained carpet floor, to your clothes that are strewn all over the arm chair, and finally lands on the form next you; the source of the aforementioned soft snores. He has one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close, his face is buried in the pillow with only his soft brown locks peeking out, and the white sheets are gathered around his hips, exposing his toned and bruised back. You smile as memories from the previous night come flooding back.

You hadn’t told each other explicitly, but you sure as hell both felt it. Instead of using words, you used your bodies; passionate kisses, light touches, and clinging to each other like your lives depended on it.

To say that you’re “into him” is the biggest understatement of the century.

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Back Off ♡ Jay Park

Originally posted by mvssmedia

warnings: swearing, slight dirty talk{not a smut}

ps: i was trying way to hard to be funny so dont mind me

“Baby, you gotta wake up before we’re late.. for the millionth time,” Jay exaggerated while shaking me by my waist. 

“I was never the reason why we were late for any occasion. The only reason why we’re ever late is because you can’t take your eyes off of a damn mirror, spray 10 more pounds of cologne, take hour shits, and–” 

“Okay, I get it. Now would you get your lazy ass up, and get ready? We’re meeting AOMG and most of my friends at the club,” Jay sighed.

I wasn’t getting up early, and Jay knew that which is why he made it his goal to try his best, and wake up his lazy ass girlfriend who he loved so much yet wanted to just throw her into a pool and move away to another country so he won’t get murdered by his feisty girlfriend. 

I put my palm against his face, and pushed him away from mine while closing my eyes and regaining my beauty sleep. “Please baby, just get up,” Jay exasperated while putting his face into my neck and plastering little kisses that he knew were my weakness. 

“Give me a minute, baby,” I yawned.

“You like opening your mouth wide open, don’t you?” Jay smirked. Trust your own boyfriend to turn every innocent thing into something naughty. 

I giggled before rolling around and leaning in trying to give him a kiss on the lips. To my surprise, he moved his head real quick before pointing a finger to bathroom and saying, “Toothbrush.” 


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Winners (Rap Monster)

Originally posted by ksjknj

Type: Fluff

Request: Can I request a namjoon scenario? Where he returns from the billboard award back to Korea and you ? It just hit too hard man.

You held your sign up for your husband to see as you waited for him to get home. Your excitement was huge as you had been waiting since the moment he called you later on. Of course you would have greeted him the same no matter how it went.

You squealed as you caught sight of them and started jumping. Namjoon saw you as well and quickly rushed over to you and hugged you as you two shared a moment “I’m so proud” you whisper as you two bumped foreheads “I am too” he says as you kissed his lips lightly. “You did a good job with all the translating” you continue to praise him as he just smiled. You looked at the others with large smiles “congratulations. First KPOP group to win at the Billboards” you tell them as you hugged each one of them “you’re gonna spoil us right noona? I missed your cooking” Taehyung asked as you nodded. “Later though. I want to spend some time alone with my husband” you say “oh the winning continues” Hoseok jokes as you send him a wink. “No off switch with you” Namjoon jokes loving having you close again.


“Babe come here” Namjoon called as you turned off the stove and rushed back to the bedroom. Namjoon had just woken up from his nap. “You look so cute in my shirt baby” he says as he unzipped his suitcase. “The boys let me borrow this so I could show you” he told you as you got down on your knees beside him as he pulled out the shiny golden microphone award. You gasped “can I touch it?” you ask him as he chuckled passing it to you.

You bit your lip as you scooted over to him and pulled him in for a kiss. He rubbed his nose against yours “I can’t stop telling you how proud of you” you tell him as he kissed your lips again. “Thank you baby” he told as you handed it back to him as he laid it down in his bag again as you tackled him in a hug. He laughed as you two laid down on the floor of your bedroom. “The boys will be here in a three hours” he says as you nod. “Join me in the shower?” he asked as you sighed “I have to cool but your offer sounds so much better” you tell him as he kisses your lips getting up.


You smiled as you sat food down on the table patting Tae’s head “thank you” he says as you nodded. You sat down next to Namjoon taking his fork from him “I can feed myself” he says as you simply open his mouth and fed him. “Is this the praising a wife gives?” Jimin asked “part of it” Namjoon says as he just let you take care of him. “Y/N is very nice and loving” Jeongguk says as you nod. You laid your head against Namjoon’s as he smiled. “I’m just so happy for you guys” you tell them all as they give you smiles.

Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Jersey Jitters

Anon- Could you do an stiles imagine where him and the reader just stayed dating and on away games for lacrosse the girlfriends wear the boyfriends jersey and he is nervous about asking her and FLUFF btw, love you and your blog!💕

Authors Note- Thank you so much, love you too!!x I actually loved this request and I hope I got it close to how you wanted. Nervous Stiles is definitely the cutest Stiles x

“So, do you have everything for tonight’s game?” your boyfriend asked, while helping you swap your books into your locker. “Popcorn, chocolate, spare converse, a jacket and a drink” you smiled with an eye roll. He does this every lacrosse game, as if you’d forget. “I know it’s annoying but its my first match with you as my official girlfriend” he said, shutting your locker door for you. “Aww you’re nervous” you teased. “I am not nervous, I just want to make sure you’re fully prepared” he said stubbornly. “Tell that to your face, is that a blush I see?” you asked, wiggling your finger at him. He gave a small laugh and moved your hand out of his face by holding it, as you walked down the hallway. “Don’t forget it’s an away game, so it’s extra important” he claimed. “Why?” you questioned. “Because we’ll be in their territory and I don’t want the other team to try and make a move on my territory” he began. “You have been spending way too much time with werewolves, you’re even starting to sound like one” you joked, after understanding his reference. “I’m sorry I have no idea where that came from, but that’s besides the point. Its a sort of tradition and I was wondering-” he began to explain, before you got distracted. “OO, Lydia is there. Can we continue this later, I need to copy her English homework before next period” you said, already beginning to walk off. “Uhm yeah, sure. It can wait” he returned with a small smile. “Ill see you later babe” you blew a kiss, before joining her. “Real smooth bro” Scott said, after catching up to Stiles. “Shut up ok, I’m going to ask” he replied. “Did you really think it was a good idea to call her your territory?” Scott was trying so hard to hold in a laugh. “Omg you heard that?” he sighed. “Yep and so did Jackson” Scott claimed, pointing to him. Jackson shook his head disappointingly, before walking off smugly. “I don’t know man, what if she says no? What if she breaks up with me? Maybe she’ll think I’m too clingy and go for some other lacrosse douche. Maybe-” he began to ramble. “You’re overthinking this. Y/n is really into you, I mean her heartbeat goes insane whenever you’re around” Scott encouraged. “Really?” Stiles asked, with a huge grin. “Really” Scott confirmed with a smile.

Lunch time finally came around and you and Allison reserved your normal table for everyone. Lydia and Jackson soon joined you, hand in hand. Instead of being met by your usual forehead kiss, that Stiles insisted on doing everyday to show everyone you’re his, you were met by a different greeting. “Hey baby” Stiles said brightly, sitting next to you. You weren’t able to utter a word before he pressed his lips to yours gently and attentively, he cupped your face until you eventually pulled away from each other, to the sound of Scott whistling, Lydia and Allison squealing and making happy noises while Jackson rolled his eyes. “Now look who’s blushing” he teased, pulling you into his chest, knowing you’d want to hide it. “God Stilinski, some of us are trying to eat here” Jackson muttered, biting into an apple. “Why are you so bothered, I think they’re adorable” Allison said winking at you. “Yes Jackson, why are you so bothered?” Lydia continued while staring at him, concerned by his almost jealously. “Whatever” Jackson scoffed. Scott widened his eyes at Stiles and then did a beating heart gesture discreetly, to goad him on. “Uhm as I was saying earlier-” Stiles began nervously. You stopped looking at your precious food and met his beautiful brown eyes, they were slightly glazed and kept flickering, showing he was anxious. “This should be good” Jackson sniggered, earning him an elbow in the chest from Lydia. You laced Stiles’ hand with your own under the table, to reassure him that whatever he was about to say you weren’t going to laugh or judge him. “It’s sort of tradition when we go to away games that the players girlfriends uhm wear their jerseys” Stiles mumbled quietly. “And you wanted me to wear yours?” you asked. “Yeah, it’s stupid I know and if you don’t want to its completely ok” he said quickly, earning him another Scoff from Jackson. “Aww babe that’s so sweet, I’d love to wear it” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug, taking in the scent of his cologne. You kissed him sweetly on the cheek, before continuing to eat your lunch, with a huge grin on your face.

“Is everyone ready now?” Coach Finstock asked, with his usual sarcastic tone. Luckily the school bus was big enough for the players and a few people from the school to ride together. The six of you sat in your usual seats; Jackson and Lydia together, Allison and Scott on the row behind them, with you and Stiles on the row behind them. To think, the last time you all sat on that school bus you and Stiles weren’t actually dating and it was filled with awkward silences every time you two accidently brushed hands or shoulders. This time Stiles spent the journey with his arm around you, as you both talked about anything and everything. When you were about ten minutes away he sifted though his gym bag and pulled out his practice lacrosse jersey. “I forgot to tell my dad to wash it before today, its ok if-” he began to say. “Stiles, I don’t care what it smells like. I’m wearing it because it’s yours and I want to show off the fact you’re my boyfriend” you smiled. “This is why I love you” he said, staring at you admiringly. You were taken back by this, you’d known Stiles and liked him since before you could remember but he’d never said he loved you. Before you could respond the bus came to a stop and everyone began standing up and getting off.

“Heyyy” you said, walking to the stands to join Lydia and Allison. You’d changed into Stiles’ lacrosse jersey but you had to shove your jacket on over the top because of how cold it was. “Welcome to the jersey gang” Allison laughed, referring to the two of them and the other players’ girlfriends, all wearing their boyfriend’s practice jerseys. After a while of watching Scott completely annihilate the other team, while competing with Jackson you were starting to get bored. That was until coach swapped Stiles with Greenburg half way through the match. “Omg Stiles is playing” you cheered, earing a smile from Scott who heard your enthusiasm and told Stiles. Stiles blew you a kiss as the whistle went to proceed. It was a while until Stiles actually got close to the ball, but even then her rarely threw it in the right direction. You took off your jacket and stood up, “Go on Stiles, you get a kiss for every ball you catch” you shouted, turning a few heads from the other school’s team. A minute later he caught the ball and automatically began to smile widely at you in the stands. “Stiles watch out” Scott called from across the field, right as he was tackled to the ground. “OOO” the crowd winced in unison. “You’ve got it babe, just walk it off” you tried to shout encouragingly. At the end of the match you ran over to the field and hugged your boyfriend, “Good job baby” you smiled as you quickly kissed him on the lips. “Are you kidding? I didn’t score one goal” he sighed. “That doesn’t matter, because you looked cute trying” you joked. “The one good thing is seeing you in my jersey” he grinned. “Yeah, I don’t think you’ll be getting this back anytime soon” you claimed. “About what I said earlier-” he said awkwardly. “It’s ok, because I love you too” you finished. “Really?” he asked in shock. “I always have” you said, pressing your lips to his, this time ignoring the chants from your friends. In that moment all that mattered was you and him.

I hope you enjoyed, requests are open but it may take a while because I have so much school work. Turn of post notifications if you want to be informed of my sporadic posting x

daddyzenpie  asked:

For the event Mini-Fic for Zen you're holding, "You know why i love you? It's because you're you, and no one in this world ever love me the way you do. And that, princess, is what make you very precious and beautiful in my eyes, no matter how other people sees you." I hope this is great enough?

gasp!! Lil Masochist~! It’s been a while ^o^ Nyaha~ I got dibs on your request >:3

[ Notice: Event Submissions are now closed. Previous requests will be completed asap. Sorry for the delay. ] 
(Man, I didn’t realize there’d be so many asks… Will be blazing through them tonight!!)


Some Days. [Zen x MC]

Some days… I can’t help but hate myself.

I frequently make mistakes, and I’m not like everyone else. I don’t like what they like, I can’t do what they do. I hate that I’m so different from them.

They tell me all the time.

“You’re so out of the loop, girl! How have you NOT fallen in love with this band?!!”

Is it so wrong to have a different interest from you?

“Why do you like that colour?? It’s sooo ugly. Just like you!! Haha, just kidding…”

Honestly, I know you always insult people and laugh it off as a joke, but you always mean it. Two-sided bitch.

…but at least she fits in. Why am I so different? Is… is something wrong with me?

Curled up into a ball, I bury my head in my knees, hugging myself tightly. I watch as my boyfriend shines onstage—it’s only rehearsal, but he’s so talented and handsome, standing out from everyone else.

Why did Zen even fall in love with me? He has a huge fan-base, acting talent and looks that could kill… And I’m just… me.

He’s worked with models who are more beautiful than me. He’s spoken with women who are funnier than me, more intelligent than me, more exciting than me…

I do love him, I really do. And I feel proud to be able to stand by his side.

But some days… I just feel ashamed.

“Rehearsal’s over for the day, go home and get some rest! Good job, everyone!” the director declared.

I glanced up, noticing Zen walk towards me with a bright smile on his face.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, babe. Did you see me? This was one of my best rehearsals yet! I felt like I could really sync with the character this time,” he beamed, running a hand through his hair.

Nodding quietly, I passed him a water bottle, which he gratefully took and gulped down within a matter of seconds.

We headed home, walking quickly against the cool spring breeze. I stayed silent the entire time, listening to him chatter away about his rehearsal.

But when we finally got home, he stopped talking, instead staring at me, as if analyzing me.

“Babe? I’ve been meaning to ask you since earlier but… what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft tone.

I tensed up, but maintained a steady voice as I answered, “Nothing, really.”

He frowned, reaching a hand out to my shoulder. “MC… I’m an actor, you know. I face actors everyday, I know when someone’s not sincere in their words. Please tell me?”

Reluctantly, I decided to tell him out of pressure. But without meaning to, the first words I blurted out were, “Why are we even together?”

Zen’s frown suddenly deepened, his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? Because I love you and you love me… right?”

I sighed, “Well, you’re not wrong… but why? You’re practically perfect and I’m nothing. Even your fans hardly feel threatened by me because I don’t match you. We’re too different, Zen. Anyone can see that.”

“That’s not true, jagi… You know why I love you? It’s because you’re you, and no one in this world could ever love me the way you do. And that, princess, is what makes you so precious and beautiful in my eyes, no matter how other people see you,” he stated firmly, staring straight into my eyes with sincerity.

Heat spreads to my cheeks, an overwhelming affection instantly bursting in my heart for him. “Y-you’re too smooth with your lines, Zen. I-I love you too,” I mumble quietly, pressing my face into his chest so he couldn’t see the way my cheeks were burning.

Some days, I can’t help but hate myself…

… but on days like these, I have Zen right here by my side, loving me for everything I hate about myself.

Deep Space Nine RECAP: 7x04

Perhaps the reason why my Trek through Deep Space Nine was on hold for a while, was because the universe knew that this strawberry milkshake of an episode would be exactly what I needed this week.

Season 7, Episode 4: ‘Take Me Out To the Holosuite’

It’s another beautiful day in space — until Sisko’s mood is upended by the arrival of his Petty Nemesis, one Captain Solok.

A) Love a petty nemesis, fantastic, B) am just realizing in this moment that there is no one in the Quadrant more suited to petty nemisery than Vulcans. Those people never forget a detail. In a ‘Which Line In Hamilton Are You?’ quiz all Vulcans get “Here’s an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements.”

“(Sweet Jesus.)”

Solok and Sisko each affect a superior remove while they snip and preen at each other over their respective medals of honor. Then Solok gives Sisko a rundown of the repairs his ship is going to need, and unfortunately for EVERYONE, it turns out that the work that needs to be done on the T’Kumbra’s warp core will take at least week. Aggrieved siiigh.

As he rises to depart, Solok mentions that while here he needs the use of a holosuite. Well whatever your floats your spaceboat; take it up with Quark.

“I have created a special program for my senior staff,” he continues, “and they are quite eager to resume using it.”

Sisko, in a tone that is somehow more dismissive and disinterested than not even responding: “Really.”

Oh yes really. In fact, it’s based on an Earth game.

We don’t even hear Solok say it, we just cut to Ben bouncing up to Kira like “Colonel, gather the team! I mean crew. I mean TEAM.”

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Jealous- Miles Wood

Originally posted by jodrouin27

Ok so here we have another smut for Miles Wood! I like how this turned out, so I hope you guys enjoy it! For those not joining us… up next is Patrik Laine part two!

Warning: sex, smut, smexy time, cussing

Anon Request: I love your writing, you go hun! Can you do another Miles Wood smut?? i loved your last one lol. Maybe make it about him getting jealous???


              “Great game” you said, smiling at the man in front of you.

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Photography - Alex Summers x Reader

Requested by anonymous

Prompt: “This is dumb but I’ll do it because I love you.”

A/N: I loved writing this because I just LOVE Alex Summers. And now I just really want him to be my boyfriend *sigh*

Originally posted by sourwolffangirl

You want me to do what?”

“Model for me.” You repeated and grinned.

“A fashion show? Are you serious?” Your boyfriend Alex asked.

“As serious as I’ll ever be!” You swiftly kissed him on the cheek. “Now go on.”

He shook his head. “This is so dumb…but I’ll do it because I love you.” He finished and you beamed at him.

“It’s not even a fashion show, it’s for my photography!”

“What am I supposed to wear?” He got up and headed towards his walk-in closet.

“Nothing.” You smirked.

He turned around and looked at you with wide eyes.

You snorted. “I’m just joking. I was thinking all black. That would look nice.”

He nodded and disappeared through the door. You waited and he came out a minute later with a stack of clothes in his hands. He held the articles of clothing up to you one by one, asking for your approval.


“Okay then. Be right back, love.”

“You could just change here…if you want.” You blushed and smiled at him cheekily.

“Are you hitting on me?” He laughed.

“As your girlfriend I think I have the right to.”

“Well how could I deny you of your request.” He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

Stepping back, he slowly took off his shirt and held eye contact. He smirked and threw it to you.

“I don’t want a strip tease, jerk!”

“That’s a first.”

You crumpled the shirt and threw it in his face while laughing. “Just hurry up and change!”

As he did that, you got up and went to grab your camera off of his desk. When he was finally ready you gave him a once-over. He wore dark jeans a black t-shirt and a leather jacket (which was your favorite thing he owned). “You look d*mn fine, Alex. Let’s go.”

The two of you had found a very quiet setting just outside of town. There was an old building that had been partially torn down, leaving a couple of crumbling brick walls. You were getting great shots of him and you smiled to yourself.

“What are you so happy about?” He asked.

“You’re just beautiful, babe.” He shyly smiled down at his feet because of the compliment and you took the chance to get more photographs. The shutter sounded as you took one more and it printed out of your Polaroid.

“Are we done yet?”

“I think so. I got some really good ones.”

“I’d like to see.”

You motioned him over and handed him the stack of Polaroids. He flipped through them and grinned. “These are good. Nice job, love. Now I want one of us.” He grabbed the camera from your hands and put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. He raised it just above eye level and you looked up, smiling up at the lens. He pressed the button and a second later it was printing. He handed it to you before raising the camera again. This time he kissed your cheek for the picture. When it was fully developed, you smiled down at it.  You were blushing a little and had a huge grin on your face as his lips were on your cheek with his eyes closed. 

“This is so cute.” You said and his hand rubbed circles on your back.

“Which one do you want?” He asked.

“I’ll take this one. You can have the other.” You put the camera in your bag and carefully placed the photographs in a little book go keep them straight. You stuffed the book in the pocket of your bag and pulled the straps over your shoulder. “Ready?”

“Not yet.” He smiled and tugged on your hands, pulling you towards him.

“This wasn’t so dumb after all, was it?”

“Nope.” He pressed his lips to yours and wrapped his arms around your lower back.

You clutched the collar of his jacket and kissed him back. After a few seconds, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed him again, this time more lovingly and gentle.

Once again, he pulled away and gave you a devious grin. “So I’ve never had sex in a destruction site before.”

You shoved him away and giggled. “You ruined the moment, idiot.”

“So is that a no?”


“So that’s a yes?”

“No! Definitely not.”

He chuckled. “You’re really giving me mixed signals right now.”

“Alex, quit while you’re ahead.” You rolled your eyes and started walking towards where he parked the car.

He caught up to you and intertwined his fingers with yours. “So maybe later then?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” You nudged him with your shoulder and pulled him towards the car.


: Dean finds out you’re coming back into town. 

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Jess, OFC Lacie

Warnings: Angsty (kinda), drinking, breakups, sadness, Ash’s bad writing, lack of talent of any sort, cliffhangers?, IDK reader beware.

Word Count: 2.5k(ish)

A/N: Welp, this has been in my google docs since… Feb of last year. I’ve decided to post stories about whatever I want because I can. Also, this was unbeta, unedited for the most part, and I’m not sorry. lol. Be gentle, it’s been a while. I’m having difficultly with jumping tenses so just pretend that I’m a good writer and ignore all my mistakes.


Originally posted by sweetpea9873

He had to rip the tag off his new flannel and give his old boots a little spit shine, but it’d be worth it. Dean’s hand shook slightly as he buttoned up his shirt; nothing a quick glass of whiskey couldn’t cure.

A buzzing phone catches his attention, one last look in the mirror and he moved to answer.

“Hey man.”

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The Curse of Eve

True Fluff Series
Word Count: 760
Summary: The reader is having a particularly rough monthly cycle.
Warnings: None.

Your name: submit What is this?

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Imagine [Jimin] as your boyfriend # 1

You are supposed to give a speech at your best friend’s wedding. And even if Jimin wants to go with you, he can’t because his work schedules are jumbled at the moment.

Your preparation is mostly finished as you retouch your make up in the mirror. All you need to do now is to zip your dress up. But the problem is you have short arms and the zipper is at the upper back of your dress.

When Jimin saw you struggling, he approached you immediately. He helped you zip your dress. You felt your heart pound as he kisses your neck gently.

“Come on babe, I have to go. I’m already late.” You said.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Just one picture.” He took his phone out from his pocket, open the front camera and clicks the capture button. “See you later, love. Have a good time with *your bestfriend’s name*, tell her congratulations from me and I’m sorry I can’t go as well.”

“Yeah, I know. I wish you could go with me though.”

“Don’t pout. I might do something crazy like ditch my job and become unemployed.” Jokingly, you punched him in his arm. “Hey, that hurts.”

He grabs you by the waist and tries to tickle you. “MY HAIR! MY MAKE UP! MY DRESS! HEY NO. DON’T. JIMIN-AH!”

“Okay, okay” He says while laughing. “Go now. Before I change my mind.”

“Yeah okay. See you later, Love.”

You give each other one last kiss before you walk through the door and into the parking lot to get your car. When you’re already seated, your phone buzzed.

One notification. Instagram. It’s Jimin’s. He tagged you in his post.

You opened it.
It’s the picture awhile ago. The one he took after zipping your dress.

The caption says, “Go get them, my princess. I love you.”

You went to the driveway with a smile on your face and a person in your heart.

The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

TITLE:  The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

PAIRING:  Jensen x Reader


WARNING:  J2M goofiness (if that’s a warning)

SUMMARY:  Follow the story of Supernatural star, Jensen Ackles and his pop star wife, [Your Name] Ackles as they deal with the pressures of fame and being newly married. As told through their point of viewsYou think you know, but you have no idea…this is The Diary of Mr. and Mrs. Ackles.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This is strictly for fictional purposes only.  Any real life people mentioned that are portrayed in a negative light is not how I feel.  Just pretend they’ve been naughty.



Let’s go back in time When seeing your ID on mine

Made me crazy

Ooh baby I’m saying


Let’s go back there

Let’s take it there


I’m talking bout Back in time

When you wanted to know my every move

Tired to keep it smooth

Keepin’ up with me You drove me crazy oh baby


Let’s go back there

Let’s take it there

Stepping out onto the stage, with just a mic, my dancers, and my band, I belted the very first single off of my sophomore album, Love Uncontrollably, into an empty stadium. My crew and I were doing the final sound check before my show tonight.

This was my very first headlining tour and the first stop was New York City; the Big Apple. Tonight, I would be performing to a sold-out crowd at Madison Square Garden. I couldn’t believe it.  Me, the little girl from a small town just outside of New Orleans in Louisiana, would be performing her very first headlining show in Madison Square Garden. I was completely amazed and truly humbled by it all.

“Alright, that was perfect.” I turned to see my choreographer and stage manager, clapping. “Y/N, you are going to rock the fucking house tonight.”

I smiled walking down and off the stage to him. “You think so?” I asked when my personal assistant handed me a bottle of water. “Thanks.” I told her, as soon as I grabbed it from her grasp.

“Of course.” Marty, my choreographer, said placing his arm around my shoulder. “Aren’t you excited?”

I sighed taking a sip of my water, feeling like I wanted to throw up. My nerves were starting to get the best of me. “Excited would be an understatement.” I giggled lightly.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “But if I were you right now, I would be jumping out of my fucking skin.” He laughed.

I laughed with him. “Well that’s what I feel like doing.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

He then took his arm from around me, and clapped his hand again. “Alright people. Time to get ready.” He told the dancers, who were quietly conversing to each other.

(GIF:  @babypieandwhiskey)

Walking backstage, I opened the door to my dressing room when when I felt the vibrations of my cell phone buzz in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smile wide at the picture and the name flashing across my screen requesting a FaceTime.

Hopping into my makeup chair, I give my hair a couple of fluffs, before pressing the accept button.

“Hey, handsome.” I spoke, prepared to see my husband’s beautiful green eyes looking back at me.

“Hey, beautiful.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed when I didn’t see my husband in front of me, but our gigantor of a best friend, Jared. He was in a black hoodie with LOVE written across the front.  He was sans his beloved beanie

“Jared.” I stated in a monotone.

“Y/N.” He mocked, and I giggled.

“Where’s my husband?”

“Who?” He furrowed his brows in pretend confusion. “I’m not sure who you’re talking about. Who’s this husband person?”

“Haha.” I heard the sound of my husband’s voice, as Jared was pushed off to the side. “Sorry about Sasquatch. He took my phone while I wasn’t looking.” I smiled when I saw his gorgeous face appear on my screen. God, I missed him like crazy.

“Don’t be mad that your wife would rather see me than you?”

And Jensen just stared at Jared. “Dude, you’re just like dripping sweat over here. Go wipe your face off.”

“It’s not me.” I watched Jared throw his hands in the air, defensively. I let out another small giggle. “It’s the damn hoodie.”

“But it’s still you.” My husband pointed an accusing finger toward his best friend. “Go get a towel or something.”

“You’re rude. And short.” Jared teased before turning back to the camera. “I’ll be back.”

Jensen shook his head. “No you won’t.” As I watched Jared walk out of the camera, my husband finally turned to look at me. “Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”

“Better now that I’m looking at you. I miss your face.”

He chuckled. “I miss you more.”

“And I miss you more than that.” Another face appeared next to my husband, and I watched him playfully roll his eyes when Misha stood next to him. “Hey, Y/N.” Misha waved to me.

“Hey Misha.” I waved back.

“How are you?” He practically shoved his face in front of the camera, blocking my view of my husband.

“I’m good.” I giggled.

Misha pulled back and turned to see Jensen staring him, annoyed. “What?”

“Can I have five minutes alone with my wife?”

I watched as Misha tilted his head looking confused, and then immediately shook it. “No. You have to share. Sharing is caring, Jensen. Right Y/N?” He turned to wink at me, and I just giggled. God, I missed my boys.

“Goodbye.” Jensen shooed Misha off, and turned back to me. “Anyway, sorry about that. What is my beautiful wife up to right now?”

“Well, my gorgeous husband, I just finished final sound check and I’m about to start hair and makeup.” I said, and right on time my hair and makeup team walked through the door. “What are you doing?”

“Well we just got finished shooting a few scenes and then Jared, Misha and I are about to go Facebook Live about the new campaign.” He pointed to himself, and I realized he was wearing the same hoodie that Jared was wearing earlier. And come to think of it, so was Misha.

“That’s awesome. Hopefully I have time to watch it. It’ll give me a chance to see more of your handsome face. I really miss you.”

He dropped his head and smiled. That was the one thing I loved about my husband. He was always so modest. “I miss you too, babe. It just sucks. I wish I could be there for you tonight.”

“Babe, it’s ok. I know you’re here with me. But you’ve got a job to do. I’m just happy to have a few minutes to talk to you, before shit gets crazy.”

“Well that’s one of the reasons I wanted to call, make sure I reach you before you go on stage to wish you good luck, to tell you how much I love you and how you’re going to kick so much ass tonight.”

The tears welled in my eyes. “Thank you. I love you too, baby.”


“Love you too.” Both Jared and Misha appeared back on the screen. Both Jensen and I couldn’t help but laugh at our friends. With them around it’s a wonder how we even had time to get married.

“Love you guys.” I blew a kiss to all of them and in return I received three attempts at hand hearts.

Again, I missed my boys.

“Good luck, sweetheart.” Jensen winked. “I’ll call you later.”

“You better.” I pointed, and he just laughs. “Bye Jare and Meesh.” I waved to both of them.

They both waved back, Jared telling me “good luck” and Misha telling me “break a leg”.

“Love you, baby.” Jensen said one last time, before turning to Jared. “How do I turn this friggin thing off?” And then my screen went blank.

I laughed at my husband’s inability to understand technology, before tossing my phone onto the vanity where all of my makeup was neatly displayed. All the nerves and tension that had been building in my stomach melted away from that one phone call. That was all I needed. To hear his voice, even only for 10 minutes.

Now all I needed to do was put on the best fucking show of my life and my day would be complete.


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anonymous asked:

kayla im so happy for u!!!! how did u get this new outlook on life? i dont have really good confidence and it reflects on relationships/dating :/

hi babe! well I’d love to help if i can. the change started when i chose to believe in myself. i decided to change the things i wanted different (i hated my job so I got a new one, i wasn’t happy with my appearance so i lost weight). now that i have a job i care about i carry myself differently. now that i like what i see i carry myself differently. me carrying myself differently attracts a whole new energy. i can literally feel this energy. people from my past come up to me and tell me how bright and happy i look. this isn’t because im skinnier its because i like me more. when you like yourself you want things for yourself, when you want things for yourself you get them. it’s that easy. all it took was believing in myself. 

the first thing i told myself was: if someone was as mean to u as you are to yourself, would you still be friends with them? i didn’t want to be friends with her anymore. 


warmness0ul  asked:

Hey! Can you do number 2, 12, 30, 32, 50, 59, 90, 93, 98 and 100? Sorry if it's too much, I didn't know how many I could request. I just found your account and I think you're awesome!

hope these were requested from the “100 Ways” prompt list ( i think they were but idk)

2: “It reminded me of you.”

You were working on a project for your art class when your phone started going off, Shawn was requesting to FaceTime. You quickly opened your laptop and accepted the call on there- that way you could still work on the project while talking. “Hey,” You smiled, glancing up at the boy.

“What’re you working on?” He asked, intriqued as to why you had polymer clay surrounding your work desk.

“Um, just an art thing. Why’d you call? Don’t you have to be on stage in like, ten minutes?” You asked, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

Shawn’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. “So, I was walking to the stage, and I saw this one poster,” He flipped the camera and showed you the silhouette-style poster of Elton John. “And it reminded me of you.” He confessed. “I know it’s the style that you like to make my posters in, and I wanted to show you that it’s a pretty cool design, even if you don’t think it is.”

You felt yourself blush, and you looked down at the clay you were modelling. “Thanks, sweetie.” You saw Andrew approaching behind Shawn. “I think you’re going to get dragged on stage. I’ll talk to later. Love you.” You blew a kiss to your boyfriend and hung up, smiling when you thought of the fact that a poster reminded Shawn of you.

12: “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

You felt yourself shiver, but you refused to admit it. Truth is, Shawn asked if you two could go on a walk to a 24-hour diner next to the hotel he was staying at, and you said it wasn’t that cold out, but it was. Shawn was bundled up in a sweatshirt and jacket, while you were in a long-sleeved shirt, which was pretty thin. “I can see you shivering, just take my jacket, please?”

Shaking your head, you crossed your arms. “I’m fi-

“No, you’re not. Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” Shawn spoke, shrugging his jacket off.

Admitting defeat, you slipped on Shawn’s jacket, sighing in relief as the warmth made you smile. “Thanks, Shawn.” You smiled, taking his hand.

“Anytime, sweetie.” Shawn smiled, opening the door to the diner for you.

30: “One more chapter.”

Turning the page in your book, you didn’t realize how late it was. It was nearing one in the morning, and you were deep in a novel, hating to think that you’d have to stop and sleep. “C’mon, it’s time to go to bed. You’re gonna get a headache.” Shawn said, coming up behind you.

One more chapter?” You asked, hopeful.

Shawn sighed, wiping his face. “I’ll be in the bunk, join me when you’re done with one more. I worry about you not getting enough sleep.” He said, hopping onto his bunk. You were on tour with him.

You smiled to yourself, eyes flicking back to the words lining the pages. You felt immersed once more into the novel, and soon realized it had been over an hour since you said you’d go to sleep, and felt guilty. You closed the book, after sticking a bookmark in the page, and set it on the couch. You walked over to the bunk, and started to get in, but the bus hit a turn and you felt yourself go tumbling down.

Releasing a string of expletives, you heard your boyfriend and his manager wake up. “What?” Shawn asked, seeing you in a crumpled mess on the floor.

“I fell.” You mumbled, standing up. 

“You’re bleeding.” Shawn said, noticing the trail of blood at your temple. “C’mon.” He lead you to the bus’ first aid kit. “No more staying up after me.” He said, small smile playing on his lips as he stuck a band aid on your forehead.

32: you can find here

50: “I think you’re beautiful.”

You sat on the floor in your room, poking and prodding at your body. You hadn’t been feeling too great about yourself lately, and seeing models on your Instagram feed hadn’t done much to help your self esteem. A knock on your door interrupted your scrutinization, and you saw your boyfriend peek into your room. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You bit your lip.

“What’re you doing?” Shawn asked, sitting next to you.

You took a breath, not wanting to admit to your boyfriend that you weren’t feeling to great about yourself. “Um, just looking.”

Shawn hummed. “What do you see? Because I see a beautiful piece of art, with so many characteristics that I love, it’s hard to make a list without keeping you here for hours.” He said, obviously knowing what you were doing. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“At least someone does.” You whispered, under your breath.

“We’re having none of that.” Shawn said, quite serious. “I know you aren’t pleased with yourself, but, as your boyfriend, I need to tell you you’re wrong.” He looked at you, and moved so he was sitting behind you. “Believe me when I tell you you’re the most beautitul girl I’ve ever seen.” 

59: “Wow.”

Walking into the dressing room, you stopped short as you saw the mess in front of you. “Wow.” You looked at the boys, who were all shirtless. “What kind of party happened in here?” You asked, grabbing your phone from where it was charging.

Shawn started laughing, and scratched the back of his neck. “We all were arguing over who had the most chest hair.” He said.

“What?” You asked, confused.

As soon as Shawn opened his mouth again, you stuck your pointer finger up. “Nevermind, I don’t wanna know.” You backed out of the room and warned Andrew to knock before entering. “Why?” He asked.

“So many reasons.” You said, unlocking your phone and walking down the hallway.

90: You can find here. 

93:  “I believe in you.”

You took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror. “I don’t know if I can do it, Shawn.” You looked back at your boyfriend, who was sitting on your bed, strumming the guitar he brought over to your place.

I believe in you, babe.” He looked at you, and smiled.

Picking up the pen, you took a shaky breath and drew the line at the end of your eye, creating a wing. You were trying the double-helix eyeliner, and you didn’t have time to fix it if you messed it up before you two had to leave to meet Shawn’s parents for dinner.

“It looks greate, babe.” He said, smiling.

You glanced at him through the mirror. “Well, considering I’ve just done a basic wing that I mastered a year ago, thanks.” You smiled, grabbing the purple eyeliner pen. You uncapped it, and looked at him. “Wish me luck.” You drew the swirly line across the black, and went back to fix it with the black eyeliner.

Please with yourself, you jumped on your bed, scaring Shawn. “Look!” You pointed to the wing, and heard Shawn make an approving hum noise.

“Looks amazing!” He said, standing up. “Now, let’s go.”

98: “Take a deep breath.”

Pacing back and forth, Shawn glanced at his watch, preparing to go on stage at Madison Square Garden. “Hey, you ok?” You asked, setting your laptop on the table in front of you.

“This is such a big show. So many fans are out there. What if I mess up? What if I forget the lyrics? Oh my God if I forget the lyrics to my own so-“

“Shut up. Take a deep breath. Relax.” You instructed him, taking his hands in yours. “You’re gonna do fine. Who cares if you forget a lyric? The fans will sing them for you.” You said, smiling.

Shawn nodded. “You’re right, I’m overreacting. Nothing bad’s gonna happen.”

“And if anything bad does happen, just know that I’ll be right next to the stage, cheering you on. I’ll be your biggest fan.” You kissed his lips, and felt Shawn smile into the kiss. “Everything’s gonna be fine.” 

100: I love you.

Stretching, you opened your eyes, smiling when you saw Shawn was still asleep next to you. You glanced at the time, and saw it was 8:30 in the morning. You yawned and curled into Shawn’s side more, smile getting bigger when he subconciously wrapped his arms around you. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his jaw line, and brgan tracing circles on his abdomen with your finger.

Sucking in a breath, Shawn peeked his eyes open and smiled at you. “Mm, morning, babe.” He whispered, voice deep with sleep.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You croaked, voice not fully there yet. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, wrapping one of your legs across his.

Shawn rubbed his eye with a fist, and laid his hand on your lower back. “Fantastic.”

You nodded, moving your head so it was burried in his chest. You reslished in mornings like this, as they were so rare with Shawn’s job. He wrapped both arms around you, and pressed a kiss to your hairline. “I love you.” He smiled, closing his eyes and going back to sleep.

“I love you too, Shawn.” You whispered, following in his steps and also going back to sleep for at least another hour.

Dancing Queen

Request:  Can u maybe do a Hayes imagine where yn is a dancer and the dance mom girls hate her because she won the dance competition and are jealous that she’s with Hayes please thanks

a/n; Hayes is so popular in my requests omg


Pairing: Hayes Grier X Reader

Y/N’s P.O.V

I smiled well breathing heavily, I walked over to the center stage, I just got announced as the winner of this dance competition. I laughed to myself as Hayes was cheering the loudest, a small blush covered my cheeks. 

I looked around for Hayes as I came off stage. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion when I saw him surrounded by the other girls. I rolled my eyes at them, knowing that they don’t like me but they “love” Hayes.

“Hey, babe.” I greeted coming up behind the girls. He smiled at me getting out from the group of girls. He hugged me tightly. “You did so great.” He told me pulling back, he kissed my forehead just to annoy the girls who were watching our every move. “Thanks.” I replied. 

“Congrats, Y/N.” One of the very few girls who like me said. “Thank you.” I responded to her as the other girls scowled. I raised my eyebrows as one of them tried to flirt with Hayes. Key word tried, she wasn’t doing a very good job. 

I casually walked over to Hayes, lacing our fingers together as he tugged me closer. Thankfully someone called her away, “Baby you looked great up there.” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my waist. “Thank you.” I hummed in response. He laughed softly, “Those girls are jealous that you’re mine.” I told him smirking into his chest. 

“Don’t need to worry about them,” He paused, “Because you’re my dancing queen.” He finished making my face flush but nonetheless a giant smile covered my face. 

New Years Proposal (SHINEE)

Onew: -he spent 3 years with you before he asked you to a new years dinner where he had the waiter set everything up while he looked out for you- “you almost done bud? She’s going to be here any second”

Jonghyun: -he was awkwardly sitting there looking at you, letting out a giggle you asked him what as wrong and he just said it- “marry me please. It would be the best way to start the new year” 

Key: -he said it cutely hiding it in the champagne glass which you luckily you noticed it. He smiled when you wrapped your arms around him- “so this is a yes then? Did I do a good job?”

Minho: -he was so happy you liked it, he loved the reaction he got at 12 Am was amazing. You kissed him and jumped up and down- “I am glad you like it babe. I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Choi”

 Taemin: -he knew you wanted it for Christmas was a ring. But he planned it for New Year’s. He got down on one knee as everyone said 1. Which made you so happy- “so did I do good hiding it babe?”

Jughead in 104

I always think this when I watch 104 but Jughead is just so alone in this episode. No one cares about the Twilight. Not really. No one takes up his cause. He gets no real sympathy at Pop’s when arguing his cause. He naively takes on the adults but none of his friends/acquaintances can be bothered. But of course they don’t know it’s his actual home. He’s done such a good job of shutting everyone out completely. I just keep thinking don’t worry babe, you’ll have support and love soon.

Day 6

Day 6 of 30

based on @iwanttowriteyouafic‘s prompt: a drabble that can be tagged as ‘teacher zayn’


Liam is lounging on the sofa when he hears the front door open. It’s past nine, and this is getting ridiculous. Liam knows that teaching is a job that requires a lot of time and effort, that’s something he had to learn quite quickly when Zayn managed to get his first teaching job a few years ago, but Zayn’s been coming home at increasingly absurd times. Liam’s getting worried, despite Zayn telling him he’s doing fine. Liam’s no fool, he can see the bags under Zayn’s eyes, the hunch in his shoulders and his sluggish movements. He’s tired, but refuses to admit it (even to himself, Liam thinks).

“Hey, babe,” Zayn greets him as he flops down in Liam’s lap.

“Hey, how’s it going with the essays?” The reason Zayn stays behind every day is because all his classes has just had their finals, and he’s got way too many essays to correct and not enough time to do it.

“Almost done,” Zayn sighs and cuddles further into Liam’s embrace. “Only twenty or so left, and then I can go back to normal working hours.” Zayn looks up a Liam, apologetic. “I’m sorry I’m not home much, Li, but I promise things will go back to normal soon.”

Liam strokes back some hair from Zayn’s face, frowning. “Hey, no. You don’t have to apologise,” Liam tries to assure Zayn. “It’s you job, babe, I know how much you love it. I know how much it means to you.” Liam pulls Zayn closer. “If it means that every once in a while I won’t see you as much, it’s fine. We’ll just have to make the most of the time we do see each other.”

“Thanks,” Zayn mutters. He’s never been good with situations like these, always feel a bit awkward, but Liam has learnt by now how Zayn works, and hears the gratitude in that one word.

“I’m worried about you, though. I can see how tired you are, despite you trying to hide it.” Zayn looks at him, guilty.

“I do it because I’m trying not to worry you,” he tells Liam, and Liam nods.

“I know, but how about you talk to me instead, yeah? Talk to me, and I’ll help you through it. How does a warm bath sound right now?”

Zayn buries his head in Liam’s sweater with a small groan. “Heavenly.” He peers up at Liam with his big doe eyes, and adds, “Can I get a massage after too?”

EXO Reaction when their GF is googling how to give a hand/blow job

I had to do this one first because I loved it xD I hope you all like it! Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/ 

Chanyeol: *Doesn’t say anything and just watches from behind* “I can’t wait for her to do it!”

Kris: “Good babe good. I approve of this” *Pervy minded*

Sehun: *He feels pleasure just by imagining*

Tao: “Oh baobei! What are you doing? Why are you looking at that?!” *Can’t help himself but laugh*

Kai: “My friend is waiting Y/N…”

Xiumin: “Oh baby girl. You don’t have to look for those things, you are already great” *Really happy with you*

Baekhyun: *Finds it on your laptop and looks at you like this all day*

Luhan: *Doesn’t understand what you are looking for* “Why is she watching porn?”

Chen: *Excited like a little kid* “Oh my girl… she will do all these things to me?”

Kyungsoo: *Mental break down* “Oh lord…”

Lay: *Starts to undress in that exact moment* “We better practice Y/N!”

Suho: *Feels a little bit awkward but looks at you with “I want it now” eyes*