i never realized how much of a babe he is

36″ x 48″ (M)

word count: 3.6k

genre: smut; idol!verse

pairing: reader/taehyung

warning(s)/kink(s): intercrural sex (thigh fucking) + dirty talk + come play + size kink (?)

a/n: the title is a joke about canvas size, that of which is a large size for one lmao


Originally posted by taehyungsource

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The Labyrinth Finale

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU 

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.7k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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A/N: And here we are! 1 year and 7 months later, we have finally arrived at the final chapter of The Labyrinth. There have been countless times when I just wanted to discontinue this series and quit writing overall because of the lack of an audience, and yet I persevered because this was a story I wanted to tell and it is a work of mine I hold dear to me. But alas, more and more people started to read this massive series, and before I knew it, the reason I continued to write this series was not only for me, but also for you, my readers. So thank you so much, because YOU guys are one of the reasons why I’ve been able to learn the things that I did from writing The Labyrinth. It saddens me that this is where it all ends, but I’d like to take this time to thank you all, those from the beginning, middle, and even future, for the endless support and I love you all so very much. Without further ado, here is the final chapter of The Labyrinth! // 01/29/16 ~ 08/01/17

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Loose Tooth (Dad!Shawn)

Requested: Okay I need more dad Shawn in my life after seeing those pictures/boomerang of him and skyla !!!! Ps u are so talented and I love u

A/n: Thank you, you’re sweet! I was just feeling some dad Shawn so I wrote this really quick. I hadn’t been planning this one at all, but I hope you enjoy. 


When Shawn is away for work, you have to hear your daughter ask when her dad is coming home every single night you put her to sleep and every morning when she wakes up. It breaks your heart every single time. It’s hard to see her missing him so much, almost as much as you miss him. Shawn is an amazing dad, and you wouldn’t want to share the responsibility of parenting with anyone else, but his career makes it very difficult for the three of you sometimes. He tries to be home as much as possible, but he loves touring and performing, and you couldn’t imagine him not doing it.

She’s five now, so she knows when he’s home, and she misses him when he’s gone. This morning, on your way to drop her off at school before heading to work, you almost started crying right there in the car because you missed Shawn so much and you hated that she was missing him too. You hated that he was missing out on weeks at a time of watching her grow. Her tooth is loose, and getting looser everyday, but she’s desperately trying to keep it from falling out. Normally kids are so excited for their teeth to fall out, and she is too, but she wants to wait until Shawn is back home before she lets it come out. That’s what she was telling you on the way to school. That’s what made you almost start crying. 

Shawn isn’t supposed to be home for another week, but you don’t have the heart to tell her now that based on how loose it already is, he probably won’t be back before it falls out. It is these small moments and so many more that make it so difficult to have Shawn gone so often.

Shortly after lunch, you receive a text from Shawn. When you open it, you see that it is a picture of your daughter. At first, you think it is strange because you’re normally the one who texts Shawn pictures of her when he’s away so why would he be texting you an old picture of her randomly. The picture doesn’t have a caption, so you just stare at it for a few moments. By the background, you can tell she’s standing outside of her school, and she looks so happy. You don’t remember taking that picture. Just as you realize she’s wearing the same thing she was wearing when you dropped her off at school this morning, another picture comes in. It is a selfie of Shawn in his car and you can see your daughter in her car seat in the back.

It can’t be. He’s supposed to be in New York right now. Is he home?

She just finished school, so he could have easily picked her up. Normally she goes to the after school care because you don’t get off of work until 5pm. But when Shawn is home, he always picks her up straight after school when he can.  You immediately text Shawn, Are you playing a prank on me?

I’ll see you at home 😉 Is the only response he offers and you want to call him, you want to leave work right now to see him, but you know you can’t.

The next picture you receive from Shawn is your daughter with a big ice cream cone and an even bigger smile on her face. The next three hours until five pm can’t pass fast enough.

You push the speed limit all the way home. And when you enter your home, you can hear a John Mayer song playing over the speakers Shawn insisted on having specially installed. Upon entering the kitchen, you’re hit by the amazing smell of food, and you realize how much you missed Shawn’s cooking. Your daughter is sitting on the kitchen counter, something you never let her do, but Shawn always does. 

“Mommy!” She shouts when she sees you. 

“Hi babe,” You tell her, but you can’t help but head over to your husband first. He immediately wraps you up in his arms and kisses you. “You weren’t supposed to be home until next week.” You say when you finally pull away. 

“I missed my family.” He says simply. 

“We missed you too.” You tell him. “Did you have a good afternoon with Daddy?” You ask turning to your daughter.

“Yes!” She shouts, happiness practically oozing out of her, and your heart is so happy too. Having Shawn home always feels like everything is just how it should be. 

“Tell mommy what happened this afternoon.” Shawn prompts her. 

She opens her mouth wide in response, and then tries to speak with it still open. “I ost ay toot.” She says, keeping her mouth open to show you. 

“You did!?” You say, matching her excitement. 

“I told you it was waiting for daddy to come home.” She says innocently, returning to speaking normally. 

“I guess it was, huh.” You say with a smile. 

“The tooth fairy is coming tonight!” Shawn says excitedly and you shoot him a look. He always insists on leaving a lot of money for her from the tooth fairy and then she goes to school and her friends tell her how much they get from the tooth fairy and they’re all asking why the tooth fairy doesn’t give the same amount to everyone. This has already happened multiple times. While you still struggle to come up with a response, Shawn just says, “I guess the tooth fairy likes you better.” You don’t know what you’re going to do with him. 

Shawn shrugs off the look you gave him and just leans in to kiss you on the cheek, then he kisses your daughter on the cheek as well before saying, “Dinner’s ready, lets eat.” 

Marrying Jung Hoseok

Series: Park JiminJeon Jungkook | Kim Namjoon | Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin | Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by joeguk

  • You were about to go to bed after a long marathon of all your favorite kdramas, which had subsequently led you to laughing, smiling and crying simultaneously, when knuckles rapping loudly against the door made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 
  • “W-Who is it?” You asked cautiously, walking towards the door with slow steps. 
  • “It’s me” 
  • “Hobi, what’re you doing here so late?” Your hands reached for the door but you stopped yourself, “We aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding, is everything okay?” 
  • “Yeah,” His voice was unsure and you leaned against the door, “I-I was just wondering if you were, I don’t know, having second thoughts?”
  • His question caught you off guard, worry and anxiety striking your heart
  • “I’m not, are you?” You replied back, voice steady and calm
  • “No but I just,” You could hear a stifled cry, “I just don’t want you to regret this, to regret being with me.”
  • You scoffed at his words, god if only you could open this door, you’d yell at him for even suggesting such a thing.
  • “Baby,” You cooed softly, knowing that yelling wasn’t going to do either of you any good, “I love you and one day, maybe after a few years of being with you, I want to look in the mirror and see someone like you, someone capable of sacrifice, courage and love.”
  • “I could never regret marrying you, Jung Hoseok and I can’t wait to get married to you tomorrow.”
  • You could hear a soft laugh mixed with a sob and smiled softly to yourself. If only you could open the door and hug him, it would’ve been perfect.
  • Damn you and your stupid superstitions.
  • “Ugh, I’m supposed to be the one making you cry, not the other way around.” He chuckled and you could feel his weight pressing against the wood of the door.
  • “Sadist, aren’t you?” You giggled, “Well, I’d stay and talk but I need to go to bed if you don’t want your girl to have raccoon eyes tomorrow.”
  •  “Oh hush,” He remarked, “Fine, sleep well, I’ll be waiting for you at the altar.”
  • “I’ll be the one in white.”
  • The next morning, you woke up calmly and were making yourself a nice cup of tea when your best friend came barging in with a few other girls trailing behind her, no doubt holding multiple bags of make-up, shoes, accessories and whatnot.
  • And when she saw you sitting calmly by the counter, sipping tea.
  • She took a deep breath, willing herself not to yell at you and spoke to you in the most sarcastic of tones
  • “Will your majesty please go have a fucking bath so she can get dressed for her fucking wedding?”
  • “Can’t even speak a full sentence without swearing, can ya?” You chuckled, putting the mug in the sink before going to do as she asked, “God, I should’ve never picked you as my maid of honor.”
  • “Hush,” She replied, pushing you into the room, “The dress is on the bed, please try to hurry up, won’t you?”
  • After that it was a blur of getting dressed and letting her have her way and putting on your makeup and fixing you hair
  • Although you had to admit, the end result was more than worth it.
  • “Thank you so much,” You spoke softly as you neared the venue in your car, your hand gripping hers as she was on the phone, checking with her husband if everything was going well on the groom’s side, “For everything.”
  • “Anything for my best girl.” She chuckled as the car halted to a stop, stepping out before you and helping you with the dress as you walked towards the elevator.
  • Unsurprisingly, your wedding was on the rooftop of the hotel, with enough people there to make it memorable but not messy
  • “Ready to go?” Your father asked, holding his hand out and with a nod, you linked your arm with his as you walked down the aisle.
  • You saw Hoseok, standing under the makeshift arch, looking absolutely perfect and ethereal in his suit with his smile so bright, you almost felt your eyes squeezing shut from the brightness
  • Once you reached him, your father let go of your hands, giving Hoseok an approving pat on his back as he held your hand.
  • And then the priest began reciting all the cliché lines, Hoseok repeating it with fervor and as much as it painied your pride to admit it, you did too
  • And then comes the time for the vows
  • And for you to sob like a three-year old who dropped their ice cream
  • “Baby,” He cooed softly, “I don’t even know where to start, gosh,” He was frazzled, millions of thoughts running through his mind but he settled on a few, “Yesterday, when I was at your door all terrified and scared, your words calmed me down instantly, just like how you help me feel at ease every time I get stressed at work.”
  • “And I just want to say, that you’re the only one in front of whom I can break down, bare myself with all my weaknesses without the slightest bit of hesitation because you, you are the only one who can put me back together.”
  • “And that’s because you make me whole.”
  • In your mind, you’re already remarking, oh great, I won’t be able to say anything because I’m dead, k thanks, peace out
  • So, after a few minutes of sobbing and your cheeks stained with tears you manage to speak:
  • “I may not be the best of people, hell, I’m probably even the worst but you, you make me so unbelievable happy and warm and just so happy. When I’m with you, everything else is secondary to me because to me, you are my priority. You are my sun, moon and stars, shining oh so brightly in my life and illuminating the darkest of my days.”
  • “And even though I doubt I can make you as happy as you make me,” You paused, taking a deep breath, “I will, for the rest of my life, try to love you the best I can.”
  • You can already hear your best friend cry, her husband, Jimin, comforting her in his arms as you leaned in to kiss Hoseok, both your cheeks wet with tears as they pressed against each other yet you had never felt so warm, so happy.
  • Once you break away from the kiss, the priest himself shedding a tear at your vows, officially pronounced you husband and wife, the guests burst into an applause and you smiled embarrassedly as you leaned against Hoseok who has his hand wrapped around his waist.
  • The rest of the evening goes into attending to your guests, engaging in conversations with your friends and receiving some really emotional yet mildly amusing toasts from all of them.
  • As they begin to leave, you and Hoseok head for your room in the hotel, having booked one of the most amazing honeymoon suites that they had to offer.
  • So, you go into your bathroom, putting on the most ridiculous piece of lingerie you had ever seen, yet you had let your best friend convince you into buying it, saying something about how good your ass would look in it.
  • And so, you washed your face, ridding it of the makeup, brushed your hair and put it on, eyeing yourself warily in the mirror but after a few minutes of contemplation, gave up and walked out.
  • Only to find Hoseok lying on the bed in one of the fluffy white bathrobes with a rose in his mouth that hilariously dropped to the floor when he saw you.
  • “Oh, dear lord…”
  • You shifted uncomfortably where you stood, hands flying up to cross at your chest before yelling, “I’m going to go change!”
  • “Don’t you dare, baby girl,” His deep voice grabbed your wrist, pulling you back and slamming you against the wall, “I like it.”
  • And that’s when you realize that domseok has come out to play.
  • But you’ve never been one to back down from a fight.
  • Leaning back, you look cockily at him before speaking in a stern tone
  • “Why don’t you,” Your fingers pulled his chin up, kissing the length of his throat, “Show me how much you like it, babe?”
  • And let’s just say the rest of the night goes rather spectacularly
  • With you whispering about how much you love your husband when he’s begging for you and him whispering back how much he loves his wife when she’s screaming his name at the top of her voice.
  • But in all seriousness, once you’re done with your night’s celebrations and you’re lying comfortably in each other’s embrace holding your hands
  • Your fingers running over the gleaming silver adorning each of your finger’s
  • You can’t help but feel happy, like everything is just the way it was meant to be
  • And you have nothing short of an eternity of it with each other.

Originally posted by jinful

~Admin Sangria (who hopes this killed her wife, Midnight) 

Spur of the Moment (Cisco x Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request

Cisco starts to distance himself from you and you have no idea why… 


“Hey, Cisco?”


“Is something on your mind?” You asked.

Walking up to your boyfriend, you leaned against the rooftop railings and stared at him as he gazed out at Central City. And while it was an admittedly beautiful scene, you could tell it was the last thing on his mind.

For a moment, Cisco looked as if he was about to respond; but, for some reason, couldn’t. Shaking his head, he averted his gaze and focused back on the view. “I don’t know…”

I don’t know…? That wasn’t a very Cisco-ish answer.

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Title: My Baby

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  I have 5 imagines written and (almost) ready to be posted next week. After that I will be working on open requests.

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

Three pregnancy tests lined the counter, your fingers drumming against the porcelain sink nervously. This couldn’t be happening. The bad weather a few days earlier had turned date night into a cozy day in with your boyfriend. After 4 episodes of Stranger Things, 3 games of Scrabble, 2 takeout pizzas, and 1 broken condom, here you were. You took a deep breath, checking the time on your phone. Only 20 seconds had passed; this was going to be the longest 3 minutes of your life. You jumped when you heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Can I come in?” Auston asked timidly, his voice muffled by the wooden door.

You pulled the door open, revealing your boyfriend who smiled at you from the threshold. His presence alone was comforting, his dark hair falling into his eyes from his shower after practice. You tried to put on a brave smile, trying to match his easy grin. His gaze caught yours; immediately sensing your anxiety, he stepped closer to you, pulling you into his arms, steadying your shaking frame. 

“You could have waited for me, babe. No matter what happens, we’ll be fine.” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I still don’t know how you’re so calm about this.” you muttered. 

“I mean, we don’t really have a choice.” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. “What’s happened, happened. We can’t do anything to change it now. It’ll be okay.” he added reassuringly.

You gave him a quick smile, before your mind raced through all the possible scenarios that could play out. You hadn’t meant for this to happen. You had career aspirations, places to travel to, things you wanted to accomplish before you had kids. Auston was leading the resurgence of the Maple Leafs; he had things to focus on other than being a dad. You could only imagine the things the media would say about him being irresponsible; about you being a distraction. You and Auston had just talked about moving in, maybe getting married down the road; the topic of kids had never come up. What if he didn’t want them? Fuck, even thinking about it made you sick.

Your shoulders slumped as you sat on the edge of the bath tub, staring at the floor, your leg bouncing up and down impatiently. Auston took a seat beside you, draping his arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze.  You sat in silence for a few minutes; jumping as the alarm on your phone buzzed. Digging it out of your pocket, you pressed the stop button.

Your nerves paralyzed you. You couldn’t get up to face the results on the tests. Recognizing your apprehension, Auston stood, picking up the first test comparing the symbols (or lack thereof) to the symbols listed on the box. His face gave away no hints of the results as he set it down, looking at the next test, then moving onto the last.

He smiled as he turned to face you. “We’re clear, babe. No babies yet.” It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders; you were in the clear. You let out a relieved laugh as you walked out to your bedroom; leaning against the wall, you slid to the floor as relief flooded your body. Auston appeared in the doorway, he stared at you for a moment, a small frown playing across his lips.

“Auston, what’s wrong?” you asked as he walked over and stood in front of you.

“It’s just… Nothing. It’s nothing.” he said, trying to force a smile back on his face.

“It’s not nothing, Aus, what is it?” you asked, concerned.

“I know we’re not ready for a kid, but you just seem really happy you’re not having my baby.”

“Auston, no.” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to take a seat beside you. “I love you, it’s just not the right time.”

“You’re sure that’s the only reason you’re so happy?” he asked, biting his lip nervously.

“I promise you, Austin. Part of the reason I was so freaked out was because you had never mentioned kids. I don’t even know if you want to be a dad.” you said as he leaned against the wall beside you, resting his hand on your knee.

“I do want to be a dad. Not right now, but one day.” he admitted quietly, his dark eyes scanning your face, at twinkle in his eye.

“You’d make a great dad, babe.” you conceded.

“You know, the past few days, just thinking that you could be pregnant… it made me realize how much I do want kids one day. But we should do it the old fashioned way, you know? Get married first. Maybe get a dog to make sure we can take care of a living creature.” he smirked.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, your heart thundering in your chest. “You want to marry me?” you asked, grinning. “You want to have babies with me?”

“I do.” He said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more.”

Request: Could you do an auston matthews pregnancy scare one? That maybe leads to talk of the future? And like you’re more freaked than he is?  Thanks so much! Love your writing!

One of a kind - Jeff Atkinss

Originally posted by juggiehead

Request: Can you write something where the reader has like an awful day and she tries to pretend everything okay but her boyfriend, Jeff sees straight through it and the reader breaks down and cries and Jeff comforts her and is a supportive boyfriend

Word count: 968

A/N: I’m sorry this is sooo bad! Hope you guys still can enjoy it.

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You were putting your last book in your locker when your boyfriend appeared behind you and pulled you in for a hug. He had planned a nice date for the two of you and as much as you wanted to have fun you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to cry. You have had a really bad day and everything was just getting a little too much. You had an argument with your mom in the morning about something stupid and on your way too school you fell with your bike causing your ankle to hurt pretty bad. Because of this stupid ankle you probably had to miss one of the most important soccer games of the year. You’ve been training really hard for it and now this happened. But as much as you wanted to crawl under a blanket and cry you weren’t going to ruin it for Jeff, he had put so much effort on planning this date and maybe it took your mind of things you thought by yourself.

“Are you ready babe?” he asked while letting go of you. His beautiful smile showing. Just now you felt your ribs were damaged too, the pain made you tense up a little.

“What, is there a problem?” he asked obviously feeling you tensed when he held you. You already saw the worry in his so you tried to hide it with extra excitement in your voice.

“No no I’m alright!” You said while closing your locker. You intertwined your fingers with Jeff’s and walked to his car together trying to hide your bruised ankle as good as possible but of course that made the pain even worse. You started to realise this wasn’t just a bruise, there was probably something worse going on down there and maybe you had to miss more than one game. The thought of it made you feel horrible. Missing soccer wasn’t possible, without soccer you always felt so irritated, it was one of the only ways you could ventilate all the things happening around you. Your eyes started to fill with tears. Soccer really was your passion so missing games was the biggest punishment possible for you.

“So babe do you have any idea where we’re going?” Jeff asked, laying his hand on your upper right leg squeezing it a little. You heard the excitement in his voice. As much as you tried to hold it back you felt a tear streaming down your cheek so you turned your face to the other side, you really didn’t want to screw it up.

“I have no idea.” You tried to sound as confident as possible but your voice cracked. Jeff parked the car to the side of the road. His hand came to your cheek and turned it, making you face him.

“You’re not alright, I can tell.” His concerned face made you break down completely. You knew hiding from him was impossible, but you tried. The tears started to pour out of your eyes and it felt like there was no stopping. Jeff pulled you in his chest and held you tightly.

“What’s wrong babe?” he said on a calming tone. You just sobbed, letting it all out. Jeff stroked your hair trying to calm you down. He knew perfectly how he could calm you down, not that you had these breakdowns all the times but you could get pretty wind up about things. Your sobbing got lighter and you looked up at your boyfriend rubbing the tears away.

“I-I fell with my bike and thought it would be nothing but I really hurt my ankle and I bruised my ribs too, I think.” You felt like a little kid telling it like this but this injury really made you doubt if you could play the rest of the season.

“What? How long have you been walking around with this?”

“S-since this morning.”

“I’m driving you to the hospital right now.” He said before starting up his car again.

“No Jeff you don’t have to! Maybe ice will be enough.”

“Y/N, you are crying from the pain. You never cry. You really think ice will fix this?” Jeff was right and you knew it so you let him drive you to the hospital an carry you in. After a lot of waiting and check ups you finally knew what was up. Your ligament stretched too far which you had to rest  with for 4 weeks and walk with crutches. Your ribs and all the other  bruising spots, were just little things, they would go away in a couple weeks so after all it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Luckily. You finally got back home where Jeff laid you down in your bed. Before you could say anything he disappeared again from your room, you were left there confused. 10 minutes after you heard footsteps coming back up, you saw Jeff appear again in your room with all your favourite food and drinks, your favourite dvd and some ice for your ankle.

“I think you can use this.” He said with a smile. All this effort made you realize how much you loved Jeff. He had put so much effort in this date and even tho you screwed that up he still did everything he could to make you feel happy. He really was one of a kind and you never ever wanted to lose him.


“Yes babe.” He said while placing down everything he had in his hands.

“I really love you.” You said on a sincere tone looking him straight in the eyes.

“I love you too sweetheart; but promise me you’ll never ever hide things like this from me again.”

“I promise.” You smiled before he kissed your forehead which made your heart melt even more.

Hope you still liked it, let me know what you think! and thanks for reading xxx

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Can I have a one shot of Eren being a fangirl and Levi being a famous singer?

Don`t sleep with groupies, that was always Levi`s rule, one that was never hard to follow. Until now.

Of course out of all the unattractive, but still very much appreciated, fans he had, it had to be this one, this babe who was the one he was meeting. Backstage, total privacy and all the time in the world. 

And this kid didn`t even realize he was being eaten alive by gunmetal eyes, instead he was gushing over how much he adored No Name`s latest album, and that he was just their biggest fan!

“It`s just such an honor! You`ve always been my favorite!” The brunet squealed, fuck Levi loved brunets. No, stop, bad.

“Right, thanks…”


“Eren. You`re a sweetheart, thanks for the support.” Shit, he was flirting, he wasn`t trying to flirt, fuck his natural charm.

The boy giggled, squirming cutely in his seat. “Thank you, Levi.” He said coyly.

“Heh, gotta ask though, why you`ve got on something like that, in January.” Levi inquired, and it was honestly valid! Not an excuse to sneak a less than discreet peek at his fan`s revealing outfit.

No Name T-shirt that was cropped by hand, black shorts that were verging on indecent exposure charges and high heels that would have screamed hooker on anyone who wasn`t this kid. Eren batted his eyes at him sweetly,

“Well, my mama always told me to dress to impress.” The brunet purred, “So… Are you impressed yet?”



“What if I am?” Levi purred back, his brain screaming at him.

“Then maybe you should take a closer look.” Shit, that pout was going to kill him.

But, he still had self control.

“I don`t do fans.” He said, almost sadly. Eren just laughed again,

“Who said you were going to do me?”

Well then, that changes everything.

Monsta X reaction to you comforting them during a nightmare

Requested by anon~

Hey, guys! It’s been a while but I hope you guys like it! I wouldn’t be able to post as much as I used to since our midterms is fast approaching and our teachers have been making us make tons of research papers ;-; Anyways, I hope you guys like this! I apologize if it’s kinda off or somethin and if there are any misspelled words and wrong grammar. Credits to the owners for these gifs.


Originally posted by garisanee

Shownu; Shownu was beat tired from his schedules and went to bed first while you decided to read a book. In the middle of your reading, Shownu became restless, shifting his weight on the bed and beads of sweat was forming on the sides of his temple. Shaking him lightly, he woke up and sat right up, trying to catch his breath. You were utterly worried to see him like this and just with the sight of him turning pale made you wrap your arms around him and asked him what’s wrong.

It would probably take a couple of minutes for him to calm down and tell you everything. With you comforting him made him teary-eyed. He’s so grateful to have a girlfriend like you, listening to him without interrupting him or anything. 

Sssshh, babe it’s just a bad dream. I’ll never leave you, okay? I will always love you until the end.  C’mon, stop crying, how ‘bout let’s go eat some ice cream to cheer you up, hmm?”

Shownu would be really thankful and would be shy and embarrassed for being weak in front of you but then, that doesn’t matter to you.

Originally posted by jinatetae

Wonho; Well, Wonho would be panting by the second you wake him up. You’d be asking him if he’s okay, what happened and whatnots but Wonho didn’t say anything as he stared into space, his mind clearly filled with the details of the nightmare he just had. The look on Wonho’s face made you pull him towards you and hug him tightly, stroking his locks with your fingers. The two of you would stay in that position for awhile until you felt his hands tightly gripping on to your shirt, tears slowly spilling and his shoulders would start to shake. Having you by his side, comforting him, made him realize how much you mean to him.

I don’t want to lose you babe…. I-I dreamt that you were taken away from me a-and I never got to see you again…”

You would immediately hush him, telling him that that’ll never happen and you’ll always be by his side, loving, caring and supporting him with all of you life. He’d pull away from the hug and cup you by the cheeks, asking you to make that as a promise, to which you oblige right away, making him kiss you on the lips and pulled you back to sleep with his arms wrapped tightly against you, showering you with kisses.

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Minhyuk; Minhyuk’s nightmare would probably having a pack of wolves chasing after him, with some ghouls and other monsters waiting right ahead of him. He’d be turning and kicking the sheets, making you wake up from your deep slumber. You’d wake him up and he’d jolt up, his eyes wide open and his heart beating real fast. He’d turn to you and would try his best to tell you what he just dreamt. You’d be wiping away the sweat on his temples and would hug him from the front, leaving a little space in between the two of you as you wait for him to tell you about his dream.

A-a pack of wolves w-were chasing me and if I continued, I would’ve been devoured by monsters and and I didn’t know where to go…”

You would soften at how much he resembled a child going to his mommy. Tucking a finger under his chin, you’d look into his eyes and give him a light peck on the lips, reassuring him that everything’s okay and that if it’d ever happen, you’d protect him. This would probably make him smile widely, finally calming himself down, before hugging you tightly with his arms wrapped arounf your neck, nuzzling his face on the side of your head before saying “I love you”.

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Kihyun; Kihyun would jolt up, a troubled look plastered all over his face. The last time he’s gotten a nightmare was when he was still in his first year of being a trainee. Ruffling his hair in frustration, he grunted and was about to go get some fresh air when you grabbed him by the arm and stopped him. He didn’t want to bother you since you had a class the next day but he was quite thankful when you told him that he’s your top priority and you can just catch some sleep after your classes. After telling you about the car-crashing nightmare, you cupped his cheeks and deeply looked into his eyes.

Babe, it’s just a nightmare. Don’t worry, it won’t happen alright?”

He’d be so relieved and would feel really lucky to have a girlfriend like you. Nodding his head in response, he’d smile at you and offers to sing you a lullaby for waking you up, to which you’d accept while he makes you lie down on his arm and his arms wrapped around your waist.

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Hyungwon; With you having to wake him up frequently due to a nightmare that constantly repeats itself, Hyungwon would try to act like he’s okay. Flashing you a meme expression and bursting out into fits of laughter wouldn’t really convince you. You would grab him by the hand and worriedly look at him, which he’d finally give up and heave out a sigh. He knew he couldn’t hide anything from you. 

I dreamt about it again and…. it scares me…. to think that it might happen one day to you… I just can’t–”

You wouldn’t let him finish his sentence as you’d pull him into a tight hug and hush him. Having you to comfort him made him feel safe, he’d bury his face on the crook of your neck and take deep breaths. After pulling away, you’d offer to make him some  marinated grilled pork ribs, to which would literally lift up his spirits and would constantly be by your side, hugging you closely to him even if you’re already making him a midnight snack/meal.

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Jooheon; This baby boy would be hard to calm down. He’d be in tears by the minute he wakes up from a horrible nightmare. It was a dream that he’d never want to happen ever in his life and that would be the group fighting each other, only to end up disbanding. You would panic by the second you see tears brimming down his cheeks. Asking him what’s wrong, he’d try his best to tell you the whole thing but would only end up sobbing.

Aw, babe, that will never happen. I know you guys may have ups and downs but I know, for sure, that that will never ever happen. I believe in you guys and I know you believe in them. Babe, c’mon, don’t cry. Ssshh, it’s just a bad dream, don’t worry.”

You would be cradling him and would kiss his tears away, reassuring him with a bunch of comforting words until he’d feel better. He wouldn’t be able to imagine how’d he be without you being there to comfort him. He would be super clingy to you even if the night ends.

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I.M; By the second you step foot on the room, you’d see Changkyun spacing out with beads of sweat forming on the side of his temples. You’d greet him but he wouldn’t respond, to which you’d hurriedly change your clothes and go to him right away. He’d avoid your gaze when you ask him what’s wrong. You’d give him time for awhile but you’d still caress the back of his hand until he’d speak up. He’d be hesitant at first but seeing you already comforting him without you knowing it made him calm down. 

Well…. I dreamt that I was with you in an island filled with cannibal… and you were being taken away as a sacrifice or something…. I-I don’t want to break it down further…”

You wouldn’t force Changkyun to tell you everything but you’d softly caress the back of his hand once more, telling him comforting words that it’s just a dream and many more. You’d even leave for awhile and come back with two cups of hot choco on your hands, making him smile at your efforts to cheer him up. While you continue to comfort him, he’d just blurt out “I love you”s from here and then before the two of you go to bed. 

So Close

Pairing: Sebastian X Reader

Words: 860

Warnings: ANGST!!

Anon asked “Can you write a Sebastian x reader imagine where the reader goes to surprise Seb in Atlanta for filming and she waits in his trailer and he walks into his trailer and is kissing his costar or something like that??? I don’t condone cheating and I think anybody who does it is so low but I’ve been having that in my head all day and I love your writing.”

A/N: Fourth/final part of So Far. Hope you guys like it!

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i miss the old u (Ethan)

Their relationship was one of those that made people envious. They were perfect. They never fought, got on great, and genuinely loved the shit out of each other. Lately, things were different. Ethan became irritated with his girlfriend more often than usual. He noticed little things about her that irked his soul. The way she never said thank you when he bought her things. How when they had sex, she only focused on herself getting off. And especially how it had been a whole month since she said “I love you.”

Today, Ethan was going to test the girl he thought he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The girl that everyone said was “the one” for him.

“Get in the car, babe,” his voice shows no emotion. In fact, when he says the word ‘babe’, it almost has a bitter infliction.

Her eyebrows furrow and she sits up on the couch. Ethan notices how she hasn’t looked up from her phone for hours until that moment, and he wonders if she’s even being faithful to him anymore. “Why?” That’s all she says as she locks her phone and stares at him in the eyes. Both sets are cold and emotionless, but hers are glistened over with confusion.

“Because I want to go to the mall,” he isn’t facing her anymore and he takes advantage of the fact and lets his eyes roll from one side to the next. “And I want to buy you something.”

He’s not looking at her, but he can see her face perk up with that fake smile that makes him want to vomit. “That’s all you had to say, baby.” He can hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks, and she skips to the car so fast without even thinking about grabbing her purse.

“Christ,” Ethan mumbles under his breath. “I fell in love with a bitch.”

The entire car ride to the mall is silent. Ethan doesn’t turn on the radio, he doesn’t look at her, and he definetly doesn’t rest his hand on her thigh like he used to. When they get to their destination, he grabs her hand in hope of that warm feeling it used to inflict on his stomach, but to no avail.

“Pick anything you like,” he speaks, bluntly, letting go of her cold limb. She’s gone. Just like that, racing off to each and every corner of her favorite store and not coming back for nearly an hour. When she returns, she has a shopping back overflowing with items that he knows she’ll never wear more than twice.

“I’m ready,” she cheeses. Ethan grabs the bag from her and leads her to the front of the store. He smiles at the pretty cashier, and she smiles back, a genuine, friendly smile. Something that Ethan hadn’t seen from his girlfriend in months.

“That’ll be $135,” he swipes his credit card quickly through the slot and hears his girlfriend let out a sigh of impatience. His jaw clenches and when the nice girl hands him his receipt, he snatches it from her hand, causing her to jump back out of fear.

Ethan stomps out of the store with his girlfriends’ bag in hand. He hears the ‘click-clack’ of her heels trailing behind him and feels her hand reach for the bag. “What the fuck was that about, Ethan? You nearly gave that girl a heart attack when you snatched the receipt from her.” Her eyebrows furrow once again when Ethan doesn’t give up her bag.

Ethan keeps walking, heading straight for their car. He doesn’t open the door for her and waits for her to pout about that too.

“Hello? E? What’s wrong with you? And can I have my bag?”

“You’re what the fuck is wrong with me. I just took you shopping and let you pick out anything and everything you want, and do I get a thank you? No. I don’t even remember the last time you said thank you, you ungrateful bitch,” he’s furious and he watches as her face turns a tomato red. He knows she’s on the verge of tears, and for a moment, he regrets his actions. “Look,” he sighs. “I just miss the old you. The one who I used to stay up with all night and talk about stupid shit, and laugh with about dumb jokes, or cuddle with while we binge watch our favorite tv show. I miss when your smile was contagious and really, I just fucking miss when you used to tell me you loved me..”

A tear streams down her cheek and she stares into her lap. Her perfect winged eyeliner smudges when she rubs her tears away, and he can tell she’s genuienly hurt. It never even crossed his mind that maybe she didn’t know she had changed for the worse.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize what a bitch I’ve been lately,” she sniffles, and Ethan can’t lie to himself, it was cute. “I love you, E. Really, so much.”

“I love you too,” he uses his thumb to wipe away a tear from her face. He realizes then how strong his grasp is still onn her shopping bag. “Here,” he chuckles and hands it to her, surprised at how white his knuckles are.

“Thank you,” she says immediately. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome, babe,” and this time, he says the last word with benevolence as he drives off and lets his hand rest on her warm thigh.

Title: Promises

Warnings: Mentions of injury

Request: Could you write one for David pastrnak? One where he gets injured on the ice and you get really nervous and scared?? Please and thank you

Note: As a Bruins fan, it pains me to write about my boys in pain. How dare you request this. ;) Hope you like it!

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You settled into your seat, a boat of nachos in hand; the second period just beginning. You leaned down, grabbing your phone out of your purse when a collective gasp, then shouts, sounded from the arena around you. Looking to the ice, you saw David lying face down on the ice.

“Fuck, what happened?” you asked nervously, glancing to Katrina who sat beside you, your jumped to your feet.

She stood beside you as you linked your arm through hers. “Late hit. Didn’t see who it was, but David went down hard.”

You watched as he tried to get up, barely managing to get onto all fours as the trainer stepped off the bench, sliding across the ice to him.

Maybe he just needed to catch his breath. Maybe he just needed to shake it off. The trainer knelt down beside him, a hand resting on David’s back. You watched intently, David shaking his head every few seconds. Your heart stopped when you saw Bergy skate over, helping the trainer get him to his feet. The pain on his face was clear as they walked him to the bench, the trainer taking him straight down the tunnel. 

“Go.” Katrina whispered beside you, giving you a gentle nudge in the ribs. You grabbed your bag, jogging up the stairs tossing your barely touched nachos in the trash as you raced to elevator.

The ride to the lower level of TD Garden was torture. The attendant in the elevator, who had been listening to the game through the speakers of the elevator, patted your arm as you approached the first floor. “He’s tough, I’m sure he’ll be okay, miss.”

You flashed them a brief smile before stepping out the elevator and walking quickly down the corridor to the training room. The attendant was right, David was tough. But he was also human. Made of flesh and bone, his plastic and foam padding no match for that tiny rubber puck and those massive men.

You approached the door, a security guard standing outside. You recognized him from your frequent visits to the Garden. He outstretched his arm, knowing where you were headed. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in until the trainers are done with him.” You groaned, running a hand through your hair, wanting nothing more than to see David was still alive and well. You looked at the guard and his towering frame, then glanced at the door knob, wondering if you could manage to sneak past him. As if reading your mind, he gave you a sympathetic smile, speaking again. “Ma’am, I know this is a scary situation, but I’m sure it’ll only a few minutes until they’re finished with him.”

“C-could you at least let them know I’m out here?” you asked fretfully, wishing you could telepathically let David know you were out there.

“Ma’am, I’m not supp—“

“Please?” you interjected, tears welling in your eyes.

He frowned, but when his compassionate eyes met yours, he sighed. “Okay.” He cracked the door open and you tried to peak past him, only able to see one of the trainers moving at the end of the hall. The guard appeared a minute later, much to your relief, he held the door open, ushering you inside. “They just got finished with him.”

You gave his shoulder a squeeze as you rushed past him, walking down the short hallway and into the room where David was reclined, a fresh set of stitches above his brow, a deep bruise forming around his eye. Your eyes welled with tears as you rushed over to him.

His arms opened to you, pulling you into him and you let yourself cry. One hand ran down your back, the other stroked your hair. “Baby, you’ve seen me hurt before. I’m okay.” he said, flustered by your outpouring of emotion. When your tears didn’t subside, he spoke again. “Baby, I’m okay.” he repeated.

You pulled back, wiping the tears with the back of your hand before resting them on his chest. “You’re okay.” you confirmed, soaking him in.

“Are you?” he asked, concerned.

“Am I what?” you asked, your eyes absentmindedly scanning the neat row of stiches.

“Okay.” he said. “You’ve never cried like this because of a bruise before.” he said gently, a firm hand resting on your waist.

“Are you kidding, David?” you sniffled. “I cry like this every time anything happens to you.”

“No, you don’t.” he chuckled, shaking his head, assuming you were joking.

“I do.” you nodded. “Usually I wait until after you’re home; after you’ve iced whatever was bruised or broken, then once you fall asleep I go to the bathroom and cry.” you admitted, your eyes falling to your lap, not wanting to admit to feeling that weak.

His free hand caught your chin lightly, lifting your face to meet his gaze. “I had no idea.” he said softly, his eyes scanning your tear streaked cheeks. “You don’t have to worry about me so much.”

“I do, though. Every day you wake up and play, I worry. I worry about what shape you’ll come home in, whether I’ll just have to get you an icepack, change a bandage, or help you walk to bed. I’ll never stop worrying about you.” you told him.

Guilt washed over his face, this time his eyes were the ones that dropped. “I-I didn’t know you felt like that.” he said. “I don’t want you to worry, but I don’t know what I can do to help you feel better.” he said helplessly.

“Don’t feel bad, baby.” you said. “Whatever does or doesn’t happen, we’ll get through it, we always do.” you smiled, cupping his cheek with your palm. “Tonight was the first time I ever saw you in this much pain. It freaked me out… more than usual.”

“I promise I’ll be careful.” he said.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” you chuckled, knowing full well you’d likely be icing another bruise in a few weeks’ time.

He nodded with a sigh, mulling your words over. “I have one promise that I can make.” he said, his eyes searching yours hopefully.

“Hmm?” you hummed, your thumb brushing across his cheek.

“I promise that I’ll always love you and I promise that one day soon, I’ll ask you to be mine forever.” he said.

Your heart beat faster in your chest, your cheeks flushing. “Did they hop you up on painkillers, babe?”

“Well, yes… but that’s not why I’m saying this. I’ve never cared about anyone as much as I care about you, and I knew you loved me; but until tonight, I didn’t realize how deeply you cared for me. I love you, baby.”

You bit your lip, a fresh wave of tears washing down your cheeks as you leaned into David, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. “I love you, too.” you murmured, your forehead resting against his.

“Our anniversary? Is it today?” - Jon Moxley

This is a prompt drabble requested by @panic-angel3314, @dakotadevitt and anon.

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“Babe, I’ll be home late.” A text from Mox. Short, as always.

You don’t mind him being late anyway, as you still have so much to do for work. Jon was busy himself, his career picked up speed so fast since you two have been together, you rarely get to see him.

Your family and friends have warned you about Jon, or Mox, that’s what you call him. Mox suits him. Mox might not look like you’ve hit the jackpot with him. He’s rough and reckless but he’s yours. He never treated you bad. He tries to show you how much you mean to him and he tells you every now and then that he loves you. That is the most important thing, no?

Deciding to call it a day, you left work for home. Mox’s car was in the driveway. You were wondering why, since he said that he’ll be home late.

“Mox?” you walk in and find him in the kitchen.

“Babe, I thought I’d be home late but then I realized what day it is, so I left immediately and now I’m trying to cook dinner. I don’t really know what I’m doing in here but I hope you’ll like it. But to be safe, can you call delievery? Let them deliever something so we have Plan B.”

You are still dumbfounded, you really have no clue what happens before your very eyes. Mox cooking? “But Mox, you never cook!” You shouted out, grinning as you see him helpless in the kitchen.

“I even have wine ready for you.”
He pointed at the full wine glass, waiting on the counter. You took a sip. God, it’s so good.

“Are you sick?” You asked him again, puzzled.

“Oh no.. I’m not forgetting our anniversary. People can call me whatever bad things they want, but I’m not forgetting my baby!” He dropped the Pasta into the sink.

“Our anniversary? Is it today?” As soon as it escapes your mouth, you regret it. Now Mox has something that he can hold against you. You cover your mouth with both your hands but it was too late.

Mox started to laugh his evil laugh, walking towards you.

“Baby, baby… how can you forget?” He shakes his head before kissing you roughly. “Guess you have to make it up to me later today. I’m looking forward to it.” He smirked and whistled a dump song as he walk back the kitchen.

The thought of him having the upper hand for tonight gives you the creeps but at the same time it fucking turns you on.

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Day6 reaction to you crying because you feel lonely and miss them

He had been gone on tour for so long and when the tour ended and he came home it didn’t even like he was back. He was always at the studio writing and recording, or doing radio programs. It felt like you were just another fan, and even though he was your boyfriend. You felt all alone. He came home late one night, like usual, and found you in the kitchen crying into a bowel of ramen. “Are you okay?” He ran over to you and got on his knees to see your face better.
“Are you even my boyfriend? Why do I feel so lonely?” You cried and pushed the food away, he didn’t know how to react, he just held you while you cried without a word, but the next day he took off and spent it with you, trying to cheer you up and be a better boyfriend.

He knew he was gone a lot, but you never really let on how it hurt you. He had come back home from recording his new song and After School Club when he realized you weren’t to be found in the living room or kitchen, where you usually waited for him. Instead he heard you locked in the bathroom crying. “Babe, are you alright?” He knocked and he heard the crying stop and you come out with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. “You’re here? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages….why do you make me miss you so much? Even when you aren’t on tour?” You asked him softly. He felt his heart shatter then. He was hurting you, very badly. He pulled you in. “This is my fault, I’m so sorry. Oh my gosh. Don’t cry, I love you. I’ll be home more I promise, please don’t cry.” He kept rambling and you just held him close and didn’t want to let go.

Young K:
Even when he was in town and not working, he still went to hang out with the members. It got to the point where you no longer felt like you had a boyfriend. He came home one night after hanging out with Wonpil and Dowoon and found you packing. “Are you going on a trip?”
“I’m leaving.” You told him and he let it sink in before he came up and started unpacking. “Stop it!” You cried, “Where are you? How are you? I don’t even know anymore. You aren’t here, EVER! Why am I so alone if I have you?” You cried and he froze and then continued unpacking. “Stop.”
“No, no, no! You aren’t leaving, you aren’t alone because I’m right here. Right now, and I won’t let you leave. I love and I’m sorry I’m not there enough, I’ll get better…please. Don’t leave.” He ended with a whisper and you two just looked at each other before you collapsed on the bed and he sat beside you to hold you, still surprised to see tears rolling down your cheeks.

Lately you felt lonely, you felt even worse when you would come home from work and hear him on the radio, or when you would see the fan meets and see his fans holding his hands for even a brief moment. In that brief moment they were holding your world and it hurt that you as his S/O because you hadn’t been able to have a full conversation in so long. He finally came home one night and you were crying while watching some music video that was on TV. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He ran over to you and you wiped your face.
“I’m alone.” You whispered, “All I ever do is miss you, what kind of relationship is that? I understand when you’re working on a comeback or on tour, but does it feel like everyday?” He felt tears brimming in his own eyes listening to you.
“I’m sorry, I’ll come home more. I promise. I’ll be a better boyfriend. Just…don’t cry, please.” He said softly, wiping your eyes and kissing your temple. You pulled him close, just so you could make sure he was really there.

You watched yet another Day6 music video play in a store and saw the glimpses of Dowoon and heard the young fan girls talking about them and felt even lonelier. That was suppose to be your boyfriend, the guy you held hands with and kissed, but he was always gone. He was always recording and re-recording and you missed him. He was a thirty minute car ride away, forty with traffic, yet he was always gone. You got home and set the things you had bought on the table and let some tears fall. Why were you so alone?
“S/O?” He came out from where he was hiding and you jumped, wiping your eyes and clearing your throat.
“You’re here?”
“Are you alright?” He asked and you felt more tears welling up and spilling.
“No, I’m not. When was the last time you were here?” You asked and he paused, thinking, “A long time right? Why am I not single yet so alone? Why am I jealous of little school girls who just fan girl happily together about you, they seem closer to you than I am. Why am I alone?” You asked, crying, and he shook his head and approached you, holding you to him and mumbling apologies and promises. You knew he would try, but if this continued you weren’t sure how long you could hold up.

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A/N: Thank you anon for requesting this was both fun and slightly sad to write, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! :))

Right My Wrongs

genre: angst

length: 2,078 words

a/n: so apparently JinJin and I are super compatible and like, after seeing this picture, and being shipped with him. It’s safe to say I’m JinJin trash :) Hopefully y'all like this scenario I randomly threw together

[Jinwoo]: This is not the time, nor is this the way we should be having this conversation. I have to go, sound check.

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Music Series: Somebody Else by The 1975

My lovely Anon who requested this MS story…I really hope you appreciate how much I’ve cried blood, sweat, and tears on this one! ;) Thank you for requesting!

I’ve always liked The 1975, as well as many of their other tunes. I think Matt Healy’s mind would be an interesting place to walk around in for awhile…think, carnival rides, or house of mirrors… While the lyrics seem pretty cut and dried at first glance, a story was not coming together. I’ve always felt that The 1975’s music is very layered, and that sometimes people don’t ever discover all the layers. (Very much how I also feel about the music of our beautiful Mr. Styles.)

So after a few attempts, all requiring deletion, I finally found an interpretation in my mind that I’m actually quite happy with, so I’m glad I kept delving further into it. I hope I translate it well.

This is my MS story for the requested song, “Somebody Else” by The 1975. The song can be found on my Spotify playlist called “It’s a Band Thing”, HERE

Anyone pickin’ up what I’m droppin’ with this?

Just an extra note: My little town at the moment is under Tornado Warning…and instead of taking shelter, I’m writing Harry Styles fanfic. The man has a hold over me, what can I say? If I die, someone please tell Harry I think he’s a treasure. ❤️




So I heard you found somebody else

And at first I thought it was a lie

I took all my things that make sounds

The rest I can do without

Harry couldn’t believe you were already dating someone else. When his friends told him, he laughed and blew it off, knowing it couldn’t be true.

You and Harry had been going out for awhile, and it was a sweet relationship. Straight out of the gate, you both loved the friendship. You were constantly doing things together, normal things that boyfriends and girlfriends do, and the two of you had become very close…best of friends…soulmates.

But you both felt quickly that you made better friends than lovers. After one night of “passion”, where you both ended up laughing and giving up on having sex together… “Let’s not make this weird then” you said as Harry agreed…you both decided it would be better for you to stop dating and just continue your friendship. It had been happily platonic, besides a bit of making out here and there, for both of you up until that point. Why fix what wasn’t broken?

So when Harry heard you were dating again so quickly, he refused to believe it. Maybe you hadn’t had that deep, sexual kind of relationship that couples tend to have, but could it really be true that you would jump right out of relationship-status with Harry and into dating other men? Bruised his ego a bit, if he were honest.

I don’t want your body

But I hate to think about you with somebody else

Our love has gone cold

You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

Harry knew it was illogical to think that you would remain single. But why was it bothering him so much that you were dating? It wasn’t like the two of you had that physical connection, but the thought of you being with another man, whether physical or not, drove Harry crazy! You were his best friend! The person he shared everything with. The person he most connected with as a soulmate. He wanted the best for you, didn’t he? And if he couldn’t give you what you needed as a boyfriend, he wanted you to find that with somebody else, right?

Harry knew you needed that physical fulfillment from a man. Harry was in love with your soul and who you are as a person, and couldn’t help if sexual attraction between the two of you apparently hadn’t been an issue at this point. So why was Harry feeling so threatened by this? Was he afraid of you having that deep, emotional connection with somebody else instead of him?

I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone

And then leaving with somebody else

No, I don’t want your body

But I’m picturing your body with somebody else

Harry had sent you a text an hour ago and still hadn’t heard back from you.

‘Hey, want to come watch a movie or something?’

You really hadn’t seen each other much at all after breaking up, and Harry missed spending time with you. He wasn’t really sure why the lack of communication…probably a combination of you both working and juggling responsibilities. Could it really be you were dating that much?

He wondered why you hadn’t replied, as you were always really punctual about everything. It was late, but he knew you were never asleep that early. When you didn’t reply after awhile longer, Harry yawned and fell asleep on the living room sofa.


Harry felt your naked body under his as he tasted you, exploring your body. As he kissed your neck, he suddenly realized it wasn’t himself you were lying under, but another man. Who, he didn’t know, but Harry quickly sat straight up on the sofa in a pool of sweat, panting harshly with his dick about half-erect, as he left the sleepiness behind and awoke.

“Fuck!” he yelled, frustrated with himself.

Why was he doing this to himself? Why was he so jealous of the fact that you were dating, possibly even having sex with other men? Harry loved you dearly, and even thought you were beautiful and sexy, but you tried that and it hadn’t worked! Had it simply been the wrong time? Had you both somehow made it more awkward than it should have been, ruining the moment and mood?

“What the fuck?!” he yelled, jumping up to go take a shower.

Come on baby, this ain’t the last time that I’ll see your face

Come on baby, you said you’d find someone to take my place

Oh I just don’t believe that you have got it in you cause

We are just gonna keep “doin’ it” and everytime

I start to believe in anything you’re saying

I’m reminded that I should be getting over it

Harry ran to do some shopping the next day. The thought of you, and what was happening in his mind involving you, was driving him insane, and he needed the distraction. After stopping into two or three places, Harry was about to open the door of his car, as he heard a voice behind him.

“Hi, Harry!” you said happily.

Harry turned and saw you, smiling a huge smile and hugging you closely.

“How are you, love?” Harry asked. You exchanged simple pleasantries, laughing, and realizing you had missed Harry as much as he was missing you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text back last night,” you told him. “I was out and didn’t think to even look at my phone until I was home again, then…I figured it was too late.”

“Never too late, babe,” Harry said, grabbing your hand and squeezing. “What you say you come over tonight for a movie?”

“I’d say that sounds perfect!” you smiled, accepting his kiss to your cheek before you walked away.

Get someone you love? Get someone you need?

Fuck that, Get money

I can’t give you my soul

Cause we’re never alone

You and Harry had a wonderful time together, Harry making you dinner, you sharing a bottle of wine you brought, making each other laugh just like you always had. After the movie, you accepted the fresh glass of wine he handed you as he sat next to you on the sofa.

“That was a good movie,” you smiled.

“Yeah, I hadn’t seen that one yet,” he said as he sipped his wine. “I’m glad we got to watch together. Just like old times.”

You laughed. “Old times? Harry, it’s not been that long since we’ve seen each other.”

“Long enough, hasn’t it?” he asked honestly. “Was used to spending time with you every day. Hate not spending as much time with you lately.”

“Well, we need to change that then, don’t we?” you smiled, clinking your glass against his.

You talked about a variety of things, then Harry watched you as he asked the next question.

“So…” he pondered. “Dating again, eh?”

You were slightly taken off-guard by his asking, but okay with it, all the same.

“Well,…yeah,” you replied.

“Found someone special?” he asked, not 100% sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Um…I don’t know yet…maybe,” you answered honestly. “Great guy, but still very new, you know?”

Harry nodded, kicking himself for asking.

“You? Dating?” you asked.

Harry shook his head. “No.” You looked at him questioningly. “You know how it is for me, love.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “May I tell you something?”

“Yeah, of course,” you answered, listening contently as you sipped your wine.

“When…when I heard you were dating again…I got crazy jealous,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Still am crazy jealous.”

You looked at your wine glass and smiled, then looked at him and giggled a bit.

“Stop,” he chuckled. “I’m never telling you anything ever again.” 

“Yes, you will, because you love me,” you giggled.

“I do, yeah,” he replied honestly. “And it’s very apparent to me lately that…I need you in my life, maybe somewhere in between what we had before we split, and what we have had lately.”

“I can completely agree with that,” you said. “I’ve missed you, too. But you know…we tried the whole…”

“Yeah, I know,” Harry smirked, looking at you. “But…I think, maybe we jumped into it at the wrong time…that part. I won’t tell you that you can’t date other men, love. Even though the thought of it sends me nearly into a tailspin. And I’m not sure I can give you everything you need right now…everything you deserve in a boyfriend, with work and all. But, if it’s alright with you, maybe we could sort of step back to how it was, and take the rest a bit more slowly and naturally, and see what happens?”

You smiled and leaned toward him, firmly leaving a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Definitely alright with me.”

Lost Puppy | Ten

pairing: Ten | Reader;

word cont: 607;

genre: fluffy!!!

  • after spend all his money in grocery stores and in some stuff for the new home, Ten noticed that he was being followed for a small and fluffy dog with golden fur and sparkles eyes.
  • oh my sweetie, how are you doing?”, of course he won’t miss the opportunity to pet the fluff puppy, I mean who will miss it?, “are you lost?” Ten asked after notice that the puppy doesn’t have a collar.
  • he looked both sides searching for someone that could own the puppy, but nobody appeared, “okay I’ll wait with you until your mamma appear, just a little bit…” 
  • Ten can’t ignore how much he wants to bring the little dog with him, but he can’t, no with you and your new home, “oh I don’t think Y/N will be happy if I bring a dog with me…
  • sunset in the horizon and nobody came to pick the little adorable puppy, “may I bring you home, but Y/N can’t see you okay? tomorrow I’ll find your family and both of us will be happy
  • and there them are, “lucky you, them din’t arrived yet… now where I should put you…” and after he thinks in different scenarios that could happen if you see a dog, like, in the bathroom, or in the bedroom, them realized that the best place to put a puppy with a lot of energy should be in the laundry room, ‘cause… why not?? 
  • after give it some integral cookies, that you implored for him buy for you and for your diet that never comes, Ten heard the keys and the door opening and he closed the poor dog in the laundry room.
  • hey babe” he hugged you with that bright smile that I miss soooo much, and peck your face with kisses “how was your day?” he asked. “hi sweetie, was pretty bad, I got fired…” his surprised expression was so hilarious that you can’t help but smile. “honey I’m so sorry…”; “oh Ten, you don’t need to be sorry, you know… I hate that place, I’m worried ‘cause we just bought this house and I don’t know if we can maintain it only with your job…
  • he feels so bad seeing you crying and didn’t know what to do to cheer you up, so he just hugged youand when you both noticed you was in that position for like… almost an hour… “look sweetie, you are the most beautiful, amazing and sweet human in this world, i’m the luckiest man for have you by my side and I’m sure that we will find a way to get off this situation and…” he got interrupted by a MONSTROUS noise coming from the laundry room “…ohhh sh*t
  • OKAY so when you will tell me that you have brought a DOG to our house? It will be before or after I realize that it ate ALL my cookies??” Ten and the puppy was both with that hope eyes - that one that the cat on boots look when wants something YEAH that one - “actually I was hoping that you didn’t notice it… I will find a home for Eduardo tomorrow…”, “oh NO Ten you already put a name on?
  • in the end of the day he convinces you to keep Eduardo, because, c’mon it is so fluffy and so adorable that you can’t help but love he already.
  • sometimes Ten become jealous of Eduardo, because looks like you love more the dog instead him, but this feeling pass when he see your smile every time you are playing with Eduardo, and Ten become grateful to he makes his family so happy.

N/A: once again, I’m sorry about my English, and I really hope that you guys enjoy it :)) 


Someone points out that their child is basically a replica of them (SUPER JUNIOR)

Y/S/N: your son’s name

Y/D/N: your daughter’s name

Leeteuk: -he got giggly about it. He looked at your son and then you seeing very little that looked like you.He was proud to know Y/S/N looked like him. So he pulled the little guy close smiled- “do you think you look like appa? Many people think you do buddy. And I couldn’t be happier because your sister looks like your eomma” 

Heechul: -your daughter looked and acted so much like him and even in her teens. She looked like her dad and had his talents. Everyone seemed to realize it other than you and him. Even his talent on the drum were passed down- “now that the fans mention it. I really think Y/D/N is amazingly a lot like me even more perfect than before”

Yesung: -he didn’t really care if your daughter looked like him or acted like him. He wanted her to be happy. But yes Y/D/N was exactly like him. She had a lot of his interests. She had her father’s eyes, nose, and lips making her just a cook cutter of her father. People pointing it out and he would smile and thank them- “thanks I realize how alike we are. But she’s her own person though and I’m glad she is”

Kangin: -your daughter would giggle at him then make a face. Then he would make the same face. Then you pointed out that they looked so much alike. He sat there for a second before realizing it.- “oh gosh Y/D/N, I am so sorry you’re blessed with perfection. Heh see what I did there babe? Because she looks like me and I am perfect, according to you”

Shindong: -he didn’t believe it and you never noticed it til he made your son make the same face as him. And your son being the willing 5 year old he was did as he was told and you both saw it- “oh honey they weren’t lying at all. He’s a mini me. Now is this a good or bad thing? Can you handle two mes?”

Eunhyuk: -he thought it was amazing that your son actually looked like him. He never thought any of your children would look like him because your other two looked like you. But he finally won and got his look alike- “I can put a point in the win column boo. I haven’t been this happy since he walked” 

Donghae: -he’s been trying to see it so your daughter had to sit there and be bored til he finally saw it. She kept sighing and pouting all because it was getting a bit difficult to stay still but then he finally saw it- “there right there the face you’re making Y/D/N, I finally see it. She really does babe come look at this!”

Siwon: -he’s always thought your son did but he never was sure, so over the years he let it slip past him until one day his son actually pointed out he had the same jaw structure as his him- “you know I used to think that when you were little Y/S/N, before you lost the baby fat and hit puberty. Now I think you look better than me”

Ryeowook: -he got cocky about it and then went home to brag to you about it. He looked at you and just said she looks just like me and not you. Which confused you because you felt like she looked more like you anyways- “well ask the fans they’ve been saying it for awhile now. Finally saw how we look and act alike. Are you jealous?”

Kyuhyun: -he really didn’t think so, so he asked you. You thought him and your son had similar personalities but overall Y/S/N looked like the perfect mix of you two- “either way he took after me one way or another. Nothing could be better”

Zhoumi: -you sat there in disbelief you were someone who never looked at your child and thought that he looked anything like either of you. But there you saw he kinda looked more like you than him. But he kept fighting you on the topic now that someone else had told him- “babe we should take a pole and I am pretty sure I will win in this contest of looking alike and acting similar” 

Henry: -he looked at you then gestured you to your daughter, he had been telling you that according to more than one person your daughter was him but in female form. But you weren’t having it at all- “I mean seriously she is my daughter. Children tend to look more like their dad so you know, why would our daughter be any different”

Memory Lane

Summary:  You are writing your wedding vows, when your mind take you to a few memorable moments of your relationship with Steve.

Words: 2815 (Officially the biggest thing I ever wrote .Every fic that I wrote about Steve is bigger than the last one.)

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Flashbacks in italic. Fluffy and Smut (oral sex and unprotected sex be safe kids.) You might want marry Steve and know about the 5 date after this.

Originally posted by peoplealwaysleave-99

Have you ever wonder what was the exact moment you fell in love for someone?

You look at your fiancé Steve sleeping so peacefully by your side. His eyelashes are resting in his face and he has a small smile on his lips. Your hands start to caress his hair and he pulls you closer nuzzling you in to his chest.

You remember when you met him. It had being so awkward but at the same time you felt a connection that you never felt before.

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sun and stars [photographer!luke]

a/n: hello my peaches!! i don’t have to much to really preface this with tbh but i hope you enjoy and i hope it’s not too cheesy for you and please, as always, feedback would be just wonderful (◡‿◡✿) 

“I’ll call you when I find out.”

His words were spiralling through your head over and over again like clockwork. It had been hours since he uttered them before planting a rushed kiss on your lips and darting out the door with his camera bag and portfolio in tow. Normally Luke was pretty relaxed, never letting thing get to him. He’d taught you a lot in that aspect, your gears usually tightly wound in stressful situations.

Today was different though. Luke woke up earlier than usual and headed straight to the shower. On any other day, he’d lay in bed for close to an hour, whining about how much he didn’t want to get up, how badly he just wanted to stay in the warm confines of your shared bed with you and Maggie, the lab you adopted together nearly a year ago. You didn’t even receive a glance today though as he rolled out of bed and started to get ready for the day.

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