look how cute the twins are

uhhh but guys u know how louis’s voice was quiet in that video?? well what if harry and the smol twins were sleep on the other side of the room,,,.. like they fell asleep watching the brits bc they were playing with their brother/brother in law all day, so by the time evening/night came around they were all tuckered out. and louis didn’t have the heart to wake them up bc they all looked cute :( and :( soft :( so he posted the video (after taking 1000 photos of the kids all snuggled around harry) and then what if he woke harry up with soft kisses all over his face and he’s just like, “we won, love” and then harry, who is still v soft and sleepy, kisses him fr and is like “of course we did.” so they properly get the kiddos settled in bed, and then harry finally gets around to tweeting (after sending a bunch of thank u texts and emojis to liam) when him and louis get settled down in their room like um does anyone else wanna Pass Out Right Now or????

BTS Reaction - Their child runs on stage

Anonymous said: Reaction when during concert their little child run up on star with tears and saying something like"daddy this song is beatiful,you sing perfect" and starts crying and hugging him and all ARMYS make one sound like “owwwh cute” and kid gets shy🙈

So I’ve decided to just come up with Korean names for each of their kids. I feel like that makes it a little more personalized, rather than just putting Y/K/N. Also, my name is Sarah. I’m American and only know a small amount of Korean, so if I screw up these names somehow…I am so sorry and please politely correct me lol. Enjoy!

I kind of wonder if Taehyung picked those names for his future children because Taekwon sounds like Tae Kwon Do…Taekwon literally means “kick hand”

Taehyung:

You were having trouble controlling your three year old, Taekwon, as he toddled around backstage, huge red earphones covering his ears from the noise of the concert. You brought him with often to BTS concerts, because he enjoyed being able to watch his dad, his uncles, and look at all the bright lights. Although normally, he wasn’t this nuts. Jimin’s wife must’ve given Taekwon a Popsicle or something earlier that day, because your kid was bouncing off the walls.

Whenever they preformed Spring Day, it would get everyone onstage emotional. Taekwon knew his dad’s voice - and would always ask you to pick him up and point out Taehyung singing his part in Spring Day. This time was no different, because your baby tugged on your pant leg and threw his arms up.

“Where daddy?” Taekwon asks in his baby voice, his hands gesturing out and his shoulders shrugging. You smile and point at the figure across the stage. Taekwon looks, struggles in your arms before you put him down and turn to grab a water bottle from the cooler on the floor.

As you’re digging in the ice for a cold bottle, you hear a huge chorus of “aww”’s coming from the stage, and the boys laughing. Securing yourself a water bottle and turning around, you glance up and notice that your son is not where you left him - and has run out onto the stage into his dad’s arms. You watched with a hand covering your mouth as Taehyung crouches to catch his son and hoists him up on his hip.

“Your singing is nice!” You hear your son say loudly into Taehyung’s microphone, and laughter rumbles throughout the arena.

“Thanks, buddy. Can you sing a song for us?” Taehyung asks, expecting his son to blurt out the words to Spring Day, but Taekwon begins to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star instead, which makes the entire arena resound with sounds of adoration.

Suga:

Twins. You and Suga never expected them in the first place, and it’s been a wild four years with them. Their birthday was soon, and you still remember the day they were born - Min Yoon-Shik first then Min Gi-Dae second.

The twins became more like their dad everyday, and you’d find the sisters singing along to all of BTS’ songs, and would try their hardest to rap alongside their dad in each song. They’d even try to learn the choreography - and while Suga wasn’t all that bad, the girls seemed to have gotten your side of the family: because there wasn’t a dancing bone in your body.

It was BTS’ last concert before they ended their latest tour, and you had decided to take the girls to this one to watch their dad preform. To say the least, the twins were extremely excited and kept their eyes focused on Suga the entire time. They even began copying his lyrics as he rapped them.

At the end of the concert, the boys sang Spring Day and had rose petals raining down on them, and the twins thought it was hilarious. Yoongi looked over to the side of the stage and an instant smile grew on his face at the sight of his baby girls, and he ushered the twins to come out on stage. Yoon-Shik and Gi-Dae looked at each other, then back at you for permission, then ran off onto the bright stage towards their dad.

“Can you teach us the dances for the songs?” Gi-Dae asked as Yoongi hoisted both her and her sister up in each arm. The entire arena sighed in awe, the other boys laughing at how cute Yoongi’s twins were.

“Ask Uncle Hobi for that,” Suga laughed jokingly, then kissed his daughters cheeks before setting them down. “Run along, I’ll see you in a few minutes loves.” He said aloud, before gently giving them little pats on their backs before turning around and thanking ARMY.

Jimin:

Jihyun was just like his father.

It wasn’t even funny - you swear you had no part in making your son because Jihyun was a spitting image of Jimin. It’s as if someone put Jimin in the copier and spit out Jihyun - all the same features and personality, just a different name, and much younger.

Jimin would often times take Jihyun to the studio because the five-year old loved watching the dance practices. Towards the end, Jimin would grab his son and teach him the moves - and his son would execute them almost perfectly. He was gifted, just like Jimin, and everyone saw it.

“Jihyun, stay here.” You said to your son, who was standing in the middle of the exit to the stage, watching his dad and uncles jump around as they began I Need U. Jihyun didn’t acknowledge your words, but tried his hardest to keep up with the minimal choreography he knew. It was adorable watching him spin around and trip over his feet - but he was better than any other five year old dancer you’ve seen (okay, maybe you were a little biased).

You didn’t realize it until you looked over on the TV screen to see your son just off to the left of the stage, visible to ARMY but behind the boys. Jihyun didn’t notice that he had veered too far onto the stage, and was too busy twirling around and singing along to I Need U to hear the ARMYs cooing.

You watched Jimin spin around when the song was done and lock his eyes on his son, immediately bursting into laughter and walking briskly over to Jihyun. 

“Jihyun, you’re giving everyone a show!” Jimin laughed, scooping up his son and bringing him to the front. The five year old looked miraculously at his father but began to enjoy being on stage with his uncles, who all came over and ruffled his hair.

“I’m gonna be like you one day,” Jihyun said with a bright smile while looking up at his dad. Jimin threw his head back in laughter and appreciation while the ARMYs in the crowd continued to awe. 

“I’m sure you will be, bud.” 

J-Hope:

Just like that - Hokyong was out of your sight and ran right into her dad’s arms. The two year old was the most excitable, energetic kid you had ever come to know, but you’d never trade that for the world. 

When Hokyong saw her dad, she would never hesitate to run over and hug him. It was just Hokyong’s thing - she’d laugh and toddle towards Hoseok with a big, toothy grin on her face. Your husband would just laugh right with her and cuddle his daughter in his arms.

“Look who has joined us today!” J-Hope said brightly into the microphone, glancing at his baby girl as she peered around with her hand stuck in her mouth. “Can you wave, Hokyong?” Her dad said, gently prying the hand out of the baby girl’s mouth.

Hokyong looked out into the crowd then shyly buried her face into her daddy’s shoulder, earning a huge, booming sound of adoration from the fans. The boys just laughed, Jimin coming over and patting your daughter’s back before looking back at you and shooting a thumbs up. You stood at the curtain watching, getting emotional at how perfect your little family was.

“Alright, baby. We have to finish the show, say bye-bye!” J-Hope said, putting the toddler down and grabbing her hand. Hokyong waved to the crowd before J-Hope walked her back to the side of the stage, kissing your lips before handing the baby back to you.

“My perfect girls,” he said, winking, before hoping back to his spot on stage and beginning BS&T.

Jungkook:

Your’s and Jungkook’s daughter had just turned a year old. She’d just began walking as well, and you decided to bring her to the last concert of the tour to celebrate her birthday with all the boys afterwards.

Jungmee was extremely intelligent, but very quiet and reserved. The baby girl had been a daddy’s girl from the beginning - always reaching for Jungkook when she was upset or wanted to be held. It was no surprise that Jungkook was the best dad in the world: he admitted he was nervous at first but seeing him with your baby girl was heart melting.

You sat with your daughter in your lap`as she stared out onto the stage, and from time to time, Jungkook would glance over and wave at you and Jungmee - winking and making silly faces. Finally, towards the end of the concert, you could tell your baby was getting tired. She was crabby, crying and struggling to get out of your arms, but whining when you but her down. 

When you put her down on the floor for what must’ve been the 100th time, you hoped she would somehow fall asleep despite the music echoing around the arena. Jungmee was sobbing now, screaming incoherent words as she had a tantrum right then and there. You sighed and over the course of 15 minutes, you picked her up and rocked her, tried to console her with a bottle and then resorted to just swaying back and forth with her in your arms as she screamed.

Jungkook must’ve noticed, and had watched you struggle to keep Jungmee calm. With a smile playing on his lips, he jogs over and stands in front of you, placing his hands under the arms of your daughter before taking Jungmee into his arms. She stops screaming, of course, but still hiccups as leftover tears roll down her cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammered.

“I want everyone to sing her happy birthday. It was going to be at the end of the concert, but it looks as if you could use a break..” He said, giving you a little smile as he walked back off onto the stage, looking adorable as he held Jungmee in one arm.

“It’s Jeon Jungmee’s birthday…I think we should sing happy birthday, don’t you think?” Jungkook says, bouncing the now happy, tearless baby girl. The entire arena erupted, singing happy birthday to your little girl. By the time Jungkook came over and handed her back to you with a kiss on the cheek, Jungmee smiled as she drifted off as you held her against your shoulder.

Namjoon:

Namsang was the sweetest baby girl on the earth - except when she threw The Tantrum. Your baby girl wasn’t spoiled - not by you at least, since Namjoon always decided to bring the three year old little presents and toys home - but when Namsang pulled The Tantrum, all hell broke loose.

So the little girl decided to pull The Tantrum at the worst time possible - just as Namjoon kissed both of you and ran out on stage with the boys. Namsang reached out after him as he hopped away, her lip curling into a pout as she began to cry. As the boys were jumping around and dancing to their opening song on stage, you turned your back and tried to bounce your daughter into calming down.

Namsang began to kick and try to pull away, and after 10 minutes of fighting her, you set her down. You sat down in the chair beside the stage and rubbed your hand over your face, already all of your energy spent. This is what was bad about bringing a three year old to a three hour long concert - you never knew what would set off another screaming-fest.

When you opened your eyes again, you didn’t even realize your daughter was gone from your sight. You were just relieved that the screaming stopped - and then noticed that something was missing. Frantically, you searched around, behind curtains, under tables and in the surrounding rooms, until you heard Namjoon talking on stage.

“Namsang! Come here,” Namjoon said, and you turned your attention to the CCTV streaming the concert. The camera was pointed at Namjoon with his arms wide open, crouching down to catch his daughter in his arms. Namsang ran into her dad’s arms, earning louds screams from the fans. 

“Aw, baby girl, what are you upset about?” Namjoon asks, wiping the tears from your daughter’s face with a small chuckle, picking her up and holding her close. 

“I didn’t w-want you to leave, daddy.” Namsang said, sniffling. The other boys covered their mouths to hide their laughter while Namjoon just turned his head and said, “Aw, I’m sorry. But you’re here now, right? You don’t have to worry, baby.”

Jin:

There wasn’t a time in your house that nobody was singing. Someone always had a song stuck in their head, and your four year old, Jinhee, was no exception.

Seokjin was constantly teaching her the lyrics to various BTS songs, and she always begged to attend every concert her dad performed at. She loved singing along to I Need U, and Spring Day. Jinhee tried to dance to Not Today, but when she’d trip over her feet, Seokjin would tell her to keep trying her hardest.

Another thing Jinhee did was get emotional. At four years old, you would think she didn’t understand anything her dad and uncles were singing about, but oh man, she did. The little girl would ask what was wrong and why the people they were singing about were leaving in Spring Day.

You had left Jinhee standing at the entrance to the stage while you left to grab a snack from the waiting room. She was usually very obedient, and would listen to you when you told her to stay there. Although, when you walked back Jinhee was not where you had left her. You dropped the fruit snack you had snagged for her and immediately looked out on stage - and saw her running behind all the boys and heading straight for her dad.

“Daddy!” She hiccuped, and there were tears that ran down her cheeks. Seokjin turned around, eyes going wide at the sight of his daughter rushing towards him. He crouched down and held Jinhee in his arms, and you saw him wiping away her tears as he began to talk to her.

“Hey, what are you doing out here? Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

“I-I, the song is sad,” Jinhee cried, burying her face in her dad’s shoulder. Jin closed his eyes and laughed, picking her up and facing the crowd. The entire stadium was a mixture of laughing and cooing, and Jin waved before heading back to the side of the stage to put Jinhee down by you.

“Don’t cry, okay? I love you, stay with mommy.” Seokjin said, kissing his daughter’s forehead before looking at you with a small smile.

this killed me and I am so sorry it’s so late

It pisses me off so much how in the books Parvati and Lavender are just pidgeon-holed as ‘fashion obsessed hair heads’ for most of the books?

I mean, they might not be, but that was the impression pre-teen!me got from reading the books?

And now I’m all … okay, okay Hermione is awesome and we all know it.

But that doesn’t mean Lavender and Parvati are stupid just because they are geared differently from Hermione.

Fashion is hella hard and it requires a lot of memorization and attention to detail? And honestly Lavender and Parvati seem to be pretty nice people, in the little glimpses we get of them?

And all I want is Harry, following the Weasley without getting noticed (because he is used to sneaking around without disturbing people or attracting their attention, owing to the Dursley for that) and getting through the barrier and on the train.

And Lavender’s father helping him out with his baggage, jokingly asking him to keep an eye on his little girl? You seem like a good lad, my Lavender is the most beautiful girl, I need a strong gentleman to keep an eye out until she gets to Hogwarts and she starts to learn magic, so are you up to it?

Which is, of course, not true. Lavender has been going to self-defense lessons for years.

But the man noticed that this was a little kid with no parents around, looking all alone.

He thought 'hey, maybe I can stick him with my kid and they’ll make friends’

(btw, as Lavender is not, as far as I know, confirmed as pureblood in canon, I am going with half-blood or muggleborn for her, I’m thinking muggleborn for this specific AU?)

And Lavender is all “Daddy!” and apologizing to Harry for her dorky dad the moment he is out of the door.

And very nicely avoiding to comment on his clothes because she knows how it feels to be conscious of how your clothes look on you and it’s clear to her eyes that the way Harry is dressed he is probably from some orphanage or something because those are huge hand me downs.

(Because fuck you 90s, being fashion conscious doesn’t mean you are an elitist bitch).

And her parents are looking at her from the Platform and instead of asking about Harry’s life, not wanting to put him on the spot, Lavender waves to them and starts talking to Harry all “Those are my parents, they are so fascinated with the idea of magic and what I will learn at Hogwarts, I can’t wait to write to them all about the castle. My dad works in an office as an accountant and my mother has a column in –” Insert popular teen magazine for 90s UK.

And Harry is a bit overwhelmed but Lavender isn’t staring at him, she is not forcing him to talk and she looks nice.

So he kind of starts to tell her about the Dursely y'know, not like he did with Ron about how terrible they are, but about Vernon working for Grunnings (Lavender giggles and says 'Oh I am so sorry but it just sounds like a really silly name? Grunnings.’ and she tries to stretch the word a bit and Harry laughs a little and says yes, because it does sound silly the way she’s saying it, he just had never thought about it. 'I think it’s Swedish or something’ he offers and Lavenders nods sagely because yes, that makes sense) and how Petunia lives at home and reads all sort of gossipy papers, but not teen ones so sorry, he has never seen Lavender’s mom’s column.

And then the door to their compartment open and Parvati and Padma’s mother (I don’t know if they are pureblood but I’m headcanoning them as pureblood for this one) politely asks if there’s space for two more girls and when Lavender and Harry, after looking at each other, agree, Madam Patil levitates their trunks in (much to the amazement of Harry and Lavender) and settles them above and then guides her daughters in.

She introduces them, putting her hands on her shoulders, cautions her girls to not get wand-happy and wishes everyone a happy Hogwarts year and then leaves them there, going back to the Platform to join her husband and tell him how she left their daughters in the presence of Harry Potter.

“He looked dreadful. Hard up at the very least. I think you should look into his family situation. His clothes, at the very least, were terrible.” She murmurs, softly. “I am sure our girls will adopt him before the ride is over, so you should look forward to hearing about him in their letters.”

Her husband, who knows all about his beloved’s wife tendency to take people under her wing and adopt dangerous animals and fell in love with her for it (as well as for other qualities she has) because he’s very much the same, smiles fondly at her for the last bit and nods seriously at the first one.

It doesn’t matter who the boy is. Well it does, because Harry Potter of course, but it also doesn’t matter because no child should be mistreated.

Also it’s kind of strange that Harry Potter would look hard up, considering it’s common knowledge his parents left him handsomely provided for, full tuition to Hogwarts already paid.

Lavender gushes about how beautiful the Patil twins are, which immediately conquers Parvati, who gushes right back at Lavender’s sparkly accessories.

(Look, I might be wrong because this was the UK and not Italy, and if I am please let me know, but I was a child in the 90s, I bought italian teen magazines, sparkly shit taped to the cover under a plastic sleeve was the shit with fashionable people.)

Of course the moment Harry introduces himself, the Parvati twins try really hard not to goggle, though they do look at his scar, and then Parvati starts asking a storm of questions about where he grew up, whether the Harry Potter adventure books right about all he did since he was a child, if not that what did he do since beating You-Know-Who.

Harry 'Do you mean Voldemort?’ is greeted by soft gasps, right until Lavender asks 'Who?’ and then Parvati starts telling her all about the horrible Voldemort and how Harry and his parents saved them all from that monster.

Padma’s brain on the other hand is whirring and she is the one who reassures Harry that he will do just as fine as everybody else, when he says that.

Lavender and Parvati interrupt their convo because Lavender needs to assure to Harry that she’s muggleborn too, so they will have to learn together and he will be just on par with her, while Parvati explains that magical kids do get a leg up because some of them are allowed to practice at home but that really, she will make sure Harry is up to date with everything that is 'stupefy’ about the magical world.

At which point, Lavender asks what 'stupefy’ means and Padma explains that it’s the stunning spell, so don’t say it while pointing your wand at anyone and Parvati adds that it means, well, the most stunning things around.

(What? Wizarding children should have their own slang).

So by the point Hermione and Neville come by, the group as already made the first basic ties and while Neville is greeted and introduced by Padma and Parvati to the rest of the group, Hermione goes on fine right until she hears Harry’s name.

Padma and Parvati thinks it’s … whatever wizarding equivalent is there of gauche, that Hermione would throw that torrent of words at Harry and just … presume to know about him.

Lavender is just hella protective of her new friend.

Tightly knit protective of Harry formation is achieved in 0.2 seconds.

Neville, who has been around other pureblood children but has been condescended upon by most of them (not Padma and Parvati, given that Parvati will stick up for him later on, but still, it was a general tendency towards a potential squib) has found in Hermione one person who has been nice to him to the point of going out of her way to help him look for his embarrassing toad, so he gets protective of Hermione right back.

So basically, Parvati tells Hermione that she should not barrage people with informations like that, Neville replies timidly that Hermione didn’t mean anything bad, she just like quoting sources, Lavender tells Harry that he doesn’t have to worry, they’ll look up all that stuff when they get to Hogwarts, Hermione gets huffy because of course she didn’t mean anything bad, she just thought Harry would know about that stuff, Padma asks why Hermione would think that when Harry has been raised in the muggle world, Neville goggles at the news that Harry was raised in the muggle world.

It’s a mess.

And then Draco Malfoy arrives, because he’s been making the rounds of the train to look for Harry Potter (saying hi to family allies on the way).

I am not sure who says what to whom for most of the ‘chat’ but what I am sure of is that by the end of it, Neville and Hermione are going to be best friends forever and an united front against snobby purebloods, Padma has icily informed 'Mister Malfoy’ that she will be writing to her father about how low the raising standards of the Malfoy have fallen to produce Draco as a result, in response to a snipe Draco made about telling his father about the Patil twins and the rabble they are sticking with, Parvati has informed Crabbe and Goyle that she had not thought they were better than this but they definitely need to find themselves friends who don’t just treat them like dumb muscle and Lavender has vowed to herself that it doesn’t matter to her how cute Draco Malfoy is or how attractive his silver hair are she will spell his hair and robes to look like something an 80s hairband groupie would wear, just as soon as she learns the necessary spells.

To make it simple, battle lines have been drawn, metaphorical blood has been spilled on all sides and the Harry-Lavender-Parvati-Padma friendship has been set in stone.

Ron, if you are curious about him, found a compartment that had Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in it and spent a really amazing first ride to Hogwarts.

They both made sure Dean knew how Gryffindor was the best house there ever is and then they explained Quidditch to him and became fascinated when Dean explained football (to americans: soccer) to them, especially once Dean started sketching out schemes and stuff.

There are too many players, but it looks like exactly the kind of team effort chasers have to put together only spread through eleven people and that’s just wow.

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what to expect when you’re expecting AU I guess? @starcoweek3

I just wanted to do something cute for the *sniff* last *sniff* day, so this happened. Marco being a total mess and having to deal with a pregnant Star .. is just a very funny thing to imagine. I just love the idea of them having twins, they both get to name one of the kids! And once they’re born, Marco is all concerned for Star and she’s all like LOOK AT THOSE CUTE LITTLE THINGS THAT JUST CAME OUT OF ME LOOK AT THEIR SQUISHY FACES OH MY

At this point, I wanna take a moment to appreciate the host of this beautiful event - thank you so much for commenting and sharing all of this amazing content! That’s a huge effort and I can’t even begin to put into words how grateful I am that I was finally able to be a part of this! 

I got so happy every time I saw your comments on my art, so thank you .. and see you in 6 months! (:

Come Undone (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You attend Coachella with the twins and Cameron. It doesn’t go the way you had expected it to.
Word Count: 3,612
Warnings: None.
A/N: Let’s all drink (OJ of course) to Coachella and for 2 more days of delicious looking outfits. Also, I had such a hard time focusing on writing this. So many things were distracting me so I hope this turned out good. x (Title from the song Wolfie by Golden Features.)


You groaned loudly as you hopped out of the car, pushing past Ethan to get out; desperate to stretch your legs. Ethan mumbled incoherently, not too happy with being woken up from his nap and Grayson jumped out right after you, raising his arms high up in the air and letting out a moan. You couldn’t help but laugh, walking around the car to where Cameron had popped the trunk open, already lugging her bag out.

The ride to Palm Springs hadn’t been all too painful, but Cam had insisted on listening to Mike Posner while Grayson argued over wanting to listen to some “hype music” as he’d so nicely put it. They’d fought over the AUX cord for thirty whole minutes and you’d already developed a headache by the time you were out on the road; Ethan curled right beside you as he napped through the commotion.

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Got7: being best friends with BamBam

•  dude he’d probably meet you on social media when he sees you’re posting memes
•  but he’s like…that’s a girl and…she’s really pretty…so why is she posting about those damn Daniel memes still
•  he’s hella chill when you meet him, and is basically a walking, talking, breathing meme so you get along perfectly
•  him making you think he’s free before anything is set, and being upset at him bc Jackson decides to take them to Hong Kong the day you were supposed to hang out with Bam
•  “Sorry y/n, but he’s my hyung and I low key wanna see what his parents are like for him to be this way”
•  being extra af together
•  flexing on your ex’s together (flexing on everyone tbh, so much showing off)
•  laughing at memes together
•  both of you being giant memes and always try to get into whatever something new that’s trending
•  literally everyone thinks you’re dating but you’re just super close
•  jokingly calling himself your ‘man’ if another guy dares to get close to you
•  bc he’s hella protective and cautious when it comes to you, and thinks they all have bad intentions
•  trying to hook him up with some of your friends who think he’s cute
•  but aw poor puppy, he gets too shy and tells you he isn’t looking for a relationship
•  late-night drive thru adventures
•  where you’re eating nuggets and powdered donuts, talking about the universe
•  and how you must’ve been twins in another lifetime bc yall are so similar
•  him laughing at your lame jokes bc he always wants to be there for you (and your satisfied expression when you see someone laughing always gets him man, he’s emo)
•  sharing clothes
•  literally will rip your jeans or tear off one sleeve bc he thinks ‘this is the new trend’
•  but he just wants you to act and look crazy with him in public so he doesn’t feel alone
•  *forgetting* his wallet so you’d always end up paying for his ice cream cone from the shop down the street
•  twerking with you and making you stop to record him looking hella aesthetic as he shakes his nonexistent booty to ‘bae bae’
•  looking at pictures of cute guys and girls together, and stalking their instagram
•  him liking their post from like 2929393938383 weeks ago and you realize-
•  that’s your phone
•  and he’s logged in on your account
•  “I’m giving you a 2 seconds head start before I’m cutting all your Gucci slippers and breaking your Rolex, you little b-”
•  so reliable and his shoulder is always there for you to cry on
•  after teasing you for being sad lololol he’s just always happy around you and you sorta are the reason for that
•  he’d become v serious and talks about the hard work he goes through
•  and how sometimes it’s hard to not say “screw it” and give up
•  so you should cheer up bc you’ve got him and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon
•  “stop dabbing, you’re gonna get whiplash”
•  spoils you on your birthday and ONLY on your birthday
•  bc he thinks everyone should be treated like royalty on their birthday  (esp him)
•  and probs buys you designer belts and turns up w/ you all night long
•  gets annoyed when the others get to know you better bc back off wth…she’s my best friend, get your own
•  giving you a dirty look when you compliment one of the members and tell him they look cute
•  gives you the cold shoulder until you apologized and tell him that he’s the only 'man’ in your life
•  crying together over movies and TV shows that you’re both watching
•  like he’d be on tour and you just finished this episode and you gotta tell him what happened…
•  “bam, she dies!!!! *sniff* her brother kills her-”
•  hangs up on you and doesn’t speak to you until he’s gotten over his grudge and gets caught up with the episodes
•  buys you hella makeup when he’s away, and hides it all over your house when he comes back just to see you struggle in excitement as he’s smirking
•  teasing you all the mf time, but he just loves you to death and only wants to see you happy
•  honestly…this is goals on so many levels, and we all need a best friend like this hamster 🐹

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Quarterback Comeback - Chris Evans

Request: Okay so you wrote the Falcon fan story, think you can write one where the reader is a Patriots fan? Because if I had been at that game I would have been flipping out right along side him! & 

Request: Hey, do you think you can write a Chris Evans x Reader at the Superbowl, she’s also a Pats fan, and sooo much into the game. And they both yell the same thing at the same time and Chris notices her and like immediate crush, please?

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit cramped or any sort of football terminology is off, I tried to be accurate as I could. I even watched highlights of the game and went on the NFL website to look up the players, lmao. I hope this is good for both requests! Lots of love - R .x 

people: Chris!SuperBowl - Reader ft. Scott Evans & Jeremy Renner

warnings: nope.


“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Is this was euphoria feels like? Cause I’m high as a fuckin’ kite, that was sick, man!” You gave a double high five to Renner before turning to take a sip of your beer, which was missing. 

What the fuck, who takes a beer at the Super Bowl? Are we savages?

“Chris, I think someone stole my beer, Imma go get another-” Just as you were searching through your purse you glanced up at your boyfriend to see him frozen, with a beer situated right on his lips.

Popping up, you snatched your beer out of the thieves hands. Putting it on your other side knowing Renner would spit it out any of the beer if he decided to steal it. It was Bud Light and Renner was too fancy for that shit, so he says.

“Hey! Asshole! Ain’t you got millions? Get your paws off my drink!” I poked at Chris’s Patriot covered chest and saw those blue eyes begin their trick of puppy dog eyes, the ones I never could resist from him, ever.

“I thought we share now? Besides, it’s like God is upon us now! We have a fucking lead we’re so close, babe. We’re gonna win. I know it. Forget the beer we are going to be champions again-” We swing our heads as Scott yells out for us to look out onto the field- oh fuck.

“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YES!”

“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YESSSSSSSS!”

You saw your second boyfriend (to be fair, Chris didn’t really care and actually would agree anytime you talked about how Tom’s ass looked damn fine in his uniform. 

“Are you two fuckin’ like psychic? What the hell?” You both turned to Renner and rose a brow to him,

“What do ya mean?” Chris took a swig of his own beer can, and let his eyes drift back and forth to the field as Brady got Pat’s for his slide into the 40-yard line.

“You two have been yelling the same thing at the exact same time for like twenty minutes, I’d think you’ll we’re from the shining if you guys weren’t fuc-” 

Punching his shoulder you just smirked at Renner and shook your head, “It’s called telekinesis, Jer. We get it whenever we watch sports. It’s like all of a sudden we share a brain-” You took a slow glare to Chris jokingly, “And apparently beer’s now too…”

Chris only laughed and grasped your waist, pulling you snug into his side as the team set up again. “You think they’ll come back from 3 to 28?” 

Scott asked nonchalantly, only to have you and Chris simultaneously tell him, “Yeah we fuckin’ arah! We turning this steamboat around.”

You giggled at this weird formation that only now you realized looked probably quite disturbing outside of your mind and Chris’s as well. “We’re weird, aren’t we?”

“Yup. Psychos whose team is about to lock this shit down.” You gave Chris a peck to his arm before turning back to the game, only to see a goddamn miracle happen as White took a dive, landing a touchdown but just inches.

“Yeah! Oh, my! God!” You and Chris looked at each other with eyes filled to the brim with joy. Except, normally the passion that was in between you was not because a sweaty guy just got sacked by a bunch of other sweaty guys and managed to still land a touchdown.

“Still worried we ain’t gonna win, Scottie?” You leaned over and looked at Scott as he gave you a fuck off smirk and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh good, god. I’m gonna have to have to Chris’s in my life now? Is this what it’s gonna be like, every time the Patriot’s get to the Super Bowl? Because if so, I’m gonna start charging you both for my additional weekly therapy sessions.” 

Chris just laughed loudly, clapping his heads as he threw his head back, obviously getting a bit Drunk Happy. You just chuckled to yourself and downed the rest of my beer, setting it aside and focusing back on the game.

                                                          …

You knew they were going to make a comeback, it was what New Englander’s did. We turned around in the last moments and came together to fucking smash the glass ceiling every time. We never stop and we don’t even let our minds wander in the final hours of the game. To see the ball make it across the white line, and into the zone, landing us Patriots, another. Fucking. Win.

Confetti went off as you and Chris jumped up and down, high from the electricity in the air of fellow Bostonians and Englander’s cheering the team for their miraculous victory. “Oh my god! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” You shouted along with Chris as we roared with the fans. 

Taking in the victory of another win. Feeling Chris tug slightly on your arm made you turn towards him only to be picked up by the inward curve of your waist, and have a pair of beer tasting lips kiss you fiercely. Not bothering in holding back anything between you both as he kissed you with as much force as he could without pain. You draped your arms around his neck, letting your legs snake around his waist. Suddenly forgetting you were in public and people we most likely filming this. You frankly, give a damn, because your Quarterback was kissing from the victory. 

You almost pulled away from Chris with the love he poured into the kiss, feeling as if it was too much for your body to handle with all the excitement and beer running through you, right now. He pulled his head away and gave a dreaming, toothy grin that made you giggle softly into his neck while leaned in. You embraced the teddy bear of a man while swaying together back and forth in almost a hypnotic motion. Letting the cheers take you both different places. It was weird looking at everyone jumping and screeching, yet you’d just been that person who was tugging at their hair, grabbing anyone in sighting to tug them towards the scene below you, or even just shouting fuck over and over.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos that surrounded you both, and the euphoria that laid in between are bodies, almost like we found a transportation device and we’re no longer at the stadium. We’re just together, loving one in another in a celebration of joy and love. After the last year, this win felt more than a victory for the Patriots, it felt like a win for you and Chris, personally. 

After the fights that you both went through together, united as one for the injustice that America was receiving these days, and much more to come, it sucked to believe tomorrow would resume normally. You kept in mind that in this moment, confetti popped and fell all around us, some catching even in your tangled locks.

“I mean, I hate to say this, Scott, but look how cute the Shining twins are? It’s like a football romantic dramedy!” Chris’s friend John teased you both as he pointed his camera towards us both, making Scott laugh and swat at John’s camera 

“Hey! It’s only during football season we become one. The rest of the time we are in a war together on who is better than the other at what. Let’s be honest, babe. I’m better, always.”

You slapped Chris on the chest and giggled, taking his unfinished Bud light from behind him, and slowly bringing it to your lips, “You keep telling yourself that, Buddy Boy. Just remember that we have film age of me kicking your ass all the way to Colorado in table tennis.”

“Shots already fired and we aren’t even out of the damn stadium yet!” Scott groaned, smacking his hand to his forehead. Jeremy let out a gruff laugh and patted my back as you situate yourself back on the ground again, fixing your top that had risen slightly.

“Congrats Scott on your newest sibling!” Jeremy teased to across at Scott who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m in for a new hearing aid when they have a baby and becomes the ultimate super pat’s fan. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can, dork! And she’s also part of the team and is alongside all the best players and has gotten twenty super bowl rings so yeah!” You smiled at Chris delicately, as if he was suddenly made of glass. His voice never wavered when he replied to Scott, meaning he’d thought about our daughter in the NFL before. Not just making it up right now.

“Hmm, Baby Evans, Quarterback for the Patriots and winner of… a noble peace prize! I like that, babe. Let’s go start planning her future college fund, right now! Well, after we celebrate, then we can start her college fund and map out where she’ll play in college…”

Chris smiled and jumped for joy like a jumping bean suddenly made its way into his heart. Chris couldn’t help but dream about the perfection of you and him, crossed together to make the most amazing human being.

Chris knew that whatever gender, whatever personality, they’d have a Quarterback baby. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to think about, though. He couldn’t help but smile more and more at the thought of a baby Evans wandering around during a future Super bowl, with a tiny Brady jersey on during the game.

Something to look forward too, in the next few years. 

At least that was Chris’s hope.


I can’t keep my Chris!Dad feels down, guys!!! I mean like look below, COME ONNNNN! They always come out in my writing, lol. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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A/N: I’m so sorry I’ve been dead recently. I’ve been trying to write stuff but school is just fucking up my schedule.

Also… the childrens names may or may not be based off idols bc I can’t come up with names so


Jin~ You had just gotten home from a long day at work and all you wanted to do was to relax with your husband, Jin and your son, Minhyuk. When you opened the door, the strong smell of spices hit you almost immediately. Your husband was not only an amazing father, but an amazing cook as well. You took off your shoes and changed into more comfortable clothes before you looked into the kitchen. What you saw was probably the most adorable thing you had ever seen: Jin with Minhyuk wrapped in his arms, both wearing chef hats. It was so cute. You watched as your husband lifted the spoon up to his mouth, blew on it, then put it into Minhyuks’ mouth. 

Minhyuk shook his head and yelled, “More pepper!” Jin laughed and put a little bit more pepper in it. 

“We can’t put anymore in though, or mommy will be sneezing in her food!” Jin yelled. Minhyuk scrunched up his nose and Jin laughed at your sons cute gesture. 

Minhyuk noticed you almost straight away and screamed, “Mommy!” You laughed as Jin walked over to you with Minhyuk and pulled you into a tight hug.


Yoongi~ You were sitting on the couch with your husband Yoongi and your daughter Yeri, watching a movie. 

Out of nowhere Yeri had screamed, “I want my hair done!” You jumped at the sound of her voice. The movie wasn’t that interesting anyways, as it was Moana and you’ve seen it over 100 times. 

“Ok honey what do you want me to-”She cut you off before you could finish.

“No! I want daddy to do it!” She yelled. You looked over to your husband who was trying not to laugh at your daughters sudden demands. He looked at you and nodded.

“Okay then, follow me,” Yoongi said to your daughter as he grabbed her tiny hand. You tried to follow, but Yoongi stopped you and said, “It’s going to be a surprise!” You laughed and turned back towards your living room and scrolled through Twitter. 

After what had seemed like forever, Yeri came out running and screaming, with a perfect braid in her hair. You looked confused as she jumped onto you.

“Mommy! Look at this! Daddy is so good at hair!” She yelled. You laughed and turned to Yoongi who was walking in with a smug smile on his face.

“I’m Min Yoongi. I’m good at everything.”


Namjoon~ Namjoon had just gotten back from taking your son, Jaesun, out for new clothes. You trusted him more because, to be honest, he really knew how to dress children. As he swung open the door, Jaesun started running around yelling your name. Namjoon chased after the toddler and led into the living room. As your son ran around, Namjoon chased after him and heard a loud crashing sound. Namjoon sprinted to where he heard the sound and saw Jaesun sitting on the ground with marble shards around him. He had just broken your favorite vase. 

Namjoon kneeled beside your son and sighed. Instead of getting angry, he realized your sons clumsiness came from him. 

He picked Jaesun up and whispered in his ear, “Don’t tell mommy.”

Hoseok~ For the first time in a while, both you and Hoseok were off work and were able to spend time with your daughter, Nayeon. At least that’s what you thought until halfway through watching Frozen, Hoseok got a call from his dance teacher saying he needed urgent help. He sighed and looked at your daughter who was staring at the screen and then to you, looking at him while holding Nayeon.

“Can I bring Y/N and Nayeon?” He asked. His dance teacher replied with an “of course” as a smile spread across his face. He hung up and walked over to you two, picking up Nayeon with on arm and grabbing your hand with the other. “Do you want to go to the dance studio, princess?” Nayeon giggled and nodded. You all headed out the door towards the studio.

When you arrived, Nayeon jumped with joy when she saw Hoseoks’ teacher. She was only 3, but he and Hoseok had been teaching her to dance because “her daddy is the best dancer and we don’t need to pay for damn lessons.” You sat back in one of the chair on the other side of the room and watched as Nayeon tried to copy every move Hoseok choreographed. After he finished, he tried to teach her the dance, because why the hell not. As she hit every move, you saw Hoseoks’ eyes light up in the mirror, looking at your three year old wondering how you became so lucky as to have an amazing family. 

Jimin~ Within the first year of your marriage, you and Jimin managed to have kids. Twins, Hansol and Jiwoo, and they were adorable. They both looked so much like Jimin, which meant you had not one, not two, but three of the most adorable people you had ever met in your family. You had always learned to cherish the little things in life, like the way Jiwoos’ eyes light up when she sees a cute animal or the way Hansols’ eyes crinkle when he smiles. What you loved to see the most was when Jimin was with the kids, or when he walked in from getting home from work and the immediately ran to his side. He would pick them both up and kiss them and then walk over to you, and then kiss you. The kids would make a face and say “Ew!” simultaneously while Jimin laughed and kissed you again. 

There were some moments where you’d look over and Jimin was teaching them to take selcas. You had to admit, for three year olds, they were pretty good at taking pictures and making cute faces. He’d shown them filters that looked really really cute. 

“Daddy! I really like this filter!” Jiwoo yelled and Hansol agreed. He took a picture of them posing and smiled down at his phone. The twins ran to him to see how they looked.

“You two look so cute! Do you think we should share this with all the pretty ARMYs?” Jimin asked. They both nodded. That was another thing you loved. He treated his fans like they were family, and was not afraid to post pictures of his children and show the world how happy he was. Family was always first for him. Another one of the many reasons you fell in love with Park Jimin.

Taehyung~ Taehyung fell in love with your daughter as soon as he saw him. Of course it only makes sense, as she was his first child. He loved children, that was a fact that everyone knew, but the way he treated Taeyeon was completely different than you had ever seen before. He held her as if she were a priceless piece of artwork, and made sure to be careful when he walked. He was with her whenever he could be, and you loved the fact that he had loved her so much.

Even before she was born, you and Taehyung had a bet going. Whose name was she going to say first? So when Taeyeons’ first word was ‘appa’, Taehyung practically screeched with joy. He picked her up, walked into the kitchen to where you were, held her in front of your face, and whispered, “Come on, say it!”

Taeyeon screeched ‘appa’ and Taehyung laughed and kissed her. You hit your hand jokingly on the table in defeat as Taehyung pulled you into a side hug and chuckled, “I think you owe me a weeks worth of dinner.” 

Jungkook~ It had been a few weeks since you had your first son, Jiyong. He was still unable to sleep full nights, and both you and Jungkook had been very tired. One night, you heard Jiyong crying, and as you got up, you felt Jungkook grab your wrist. 

“I’ll take care of him, you go back to sleep,” He said. You nodded and got back underneath the blanket and closed your eyes.

About 15 minutes had passed, and the crying had stopped, but you couldn’t fall asleep. You decided to get up and go check on Jungkook. As you neared Jiyongs’ room, you heard quiet singing. Listening closely, you heard Jungkooks’ beautiful voice singing “Purpose” by Justin Bieber. 

As the song came to an end, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. He laid Jiyong back down in his crib and you walked up behind Jungkook and hugged him. He turned around and embraced you into his strong, loving arms as you whispered, “How did I get so lucky?”

// saeran on a date would be such an awkward lil bean like he’s so cute but he’s never been on a date before save him



- All Saeran wants is to have a nice time– Why does his brother have to tag along? And also insist it’s a ‘date’? It’s not, it’s just some movie MC would like to see. He’s curious as well; nothing more. But yet his brother won’t stop screaming that his “ lil marshmallow ” is finding love. It’s enough to make him gag.

- But he can’t deny what he feels.. It’s like he wants to make MC have a good time. He cares for them a lot.. But he doesn’t know if it’s romantic or not. How would he? It’s new, a bit scary.

- He wears something simple, a black cotton sweater and some dark grey jeans. His brother wears a pink hoodie with white jeans. Side by side; They’re like day and night.

- The whole ride there Saeyoung is lecturing him on the proper way to treat someone on a date– it’s not a date Saeyoung..

But he ignores his twin and continues babbling on. Hold doors open, compliments, pulling out chairs.. It’s a movie theatre for crying out loud. Not a five star venue. But he does secretly take those tips to heart. He’s nervous.. It’s not that big of a deal but his brothers making his anxiety sky rocket. What if MC doesn’t have fun with him? What if he messes something up?

- Saeyoung seems to notice his brothers demeanor and sort of calms down with the overload of information. Changing to topic to go on about how he and Mary Vanderwood went on a date once. And how romantic it was apparently. Saeran just rolls his eyes at his brothers antics.

- He wanted to pick MC up from the apartment– But they insisted they’d meet the two at the theatre. He didn’t mind, but Saeyoung said it was rude at first.. They offered to drive themselves. Not rude at all.

- Once they get there, Saeran can’t wait to get out of that car and away from his brothers bullshit stories about all his dates. There’s no way Saeyoung’s attention span would even allow him to sit down and talk with someone for hours, he’d get bored too fast. Especially on a date with Vanderwood. A board of wood paired with a clown. Guess whose who.

- MC is waiting inside, they’re nervous since the twins were running a bit late. But relieved when the two show up.
Saeran compliments them, earning a wink and eyebrow wiggle from his brother. He just pushes him off, asking about the movie you all were seeing tonight. It was horror, MC picked it. Saerans a bit surprised but happy that they don’t like sappy stuff. He cant stand watching two hours of people gushing over each other on screen. Would rather see blood gushing in some chainsaw massacre. Much more entertaining, even if it’s not real.

- MC is squished between the two boys in the chairs, Saeran didn’t like Saeyoung sitting so close to them but his brother seems to constantly reminds him ’ it’s not a date right? ’ Much to his displeasure. Still.. He felt jealous.

- The movie is cheesy, he dislikes it right away. Has to hold back from screaming at the screen for the people to.. Oh, I don’t know; maybe not go into that dark alleyway? Pick the car? Drive away to safety? MC seems scared whenever something like this happens.. They hug themselves and squint their eyes. Really? It was all silly and fake; Just a movie.. But he felt bad for them. He wanted to protect them from feeling scared. He cant help but blush when they grip his shirt and squish their face against his chest when a man with a chainsaw shows up.

- He doesn’t really know how to react, so Saeyoung from across the chairs grabs his brothers arm and quickly places it over MC’s back– Much to Saerans surprise. He looks over to his twin with confusion, only getting a wink in return. He doesn’t really know how to comfort someone.. So he just rubs his thumb in place while his arm is wrapped around their back. Their breath is hot through his shirt, it feels like there’s butterflies in his stomach. Does he think they’re cute like this? Yes.. He usually finds this annoying when Saeyoung does it, but with MC he likes to feel so protective over them.

- This happens often; every time there’s a ‘scary’ scene. eventually when the movies over MC has to pry themselves away from Saeran. Their neck hurt from cuddling into him for so long, but it was worth it.

- Seven loudly groans and stretches as he stands up, his figure in front of the screen as the credits roll. Saeran stretches a little less obviously, helping MC up out of their chair as well.

- He didn’t think the movie was all that great, but he listens as his brother and MC chat back and forth about different scenes. He still felt weird.. Like his stomach was all messed up. He didn’t like it at all, it felt like anxiety but.. a little warmer.

- Saeyoung excuses himself to the bathroom, clicking his tongue and shooting finger guns towards his brother as he walks backwards towards the restrooms. Saeran had no idea why or how he puts up with this sometimes, but it leaves him and MC alone for a bit. He doesn’t really know what to say.. He feels shy all of a sudden while shuffling his feet.

“ Did you like the movie Saeran? ”
They smile at him excitedly with bright eyes; he smiles softly back to them with a slight nod.
“ It was alright.. ”
He shrugs– biting his lip as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He felt like he should do something but.. He didn’t know what.

“ You’d be amazing in a horror movie Saeran! I bet you’d know exactly what to do. Way better than those people. ”
They motion with their thumb to the theatre, implying him better as the characters on screen.
“ Sure as hell wouldn’t choose an alley over a car, that’s for sure. ”
MC laughs softly, causing Saeran to smile. He liked seeing them light up like that. It was nice..
“ Thanks for being here with me.. I— ah, appreciate it. ”
They barely blush, shuffling their feet as well when Saeran replies with a nod. Both of them felt like they should do something but.. Everything was sort of frozen.

“ I’ll text you tonight, Yeah? ”
MC says and starts to fumble with their car keys, looking up towards Saeran who looked flushed from the cold, His white hair covering bits of his forehead.
“ Yeah; Of course. ”
He nods slightly, this was awkward.. shit.. He felt like a little kid. He wanted to do.. Something– But he felt too embarrassed.
It’s like MC read his mind, because in an instant they lean onto their toes– Placing a second long kiss onto his lips, it was soft and quick but it took Saeran by surprise. Was that okay? Did they mean to do that?
“ Night Saeran.. ”
MC smiles as they move their hand to shoot him a soft wave– Climbing into their car that was parked outside the theatre.
“ Night.. ”
Saeran says basically to himself in shock as he watches them drive away, that was new. He didn’t even have much time to think about it before Saeyoung practically runs out of the theatre, hooking his arm around his brothers shoulder and laughing wildly. Saeran tried to push him off, But he wouldn’t budge.
“ Should I get ordained anytime soon? ”
He wiggles his eyebrows as he shakes Saerans shoulders, “ Shit man– You’re so awkward, I thought you were toast! But MC saved the date! They swooped in– You should have seen your face! ”

Saeran rolls his eyes with a flushed red complexion, muttering ’ stop it, shut up ’ as he breaks out of his brothers grasp and quickly walks towards the car in a huff– Saeyoung following closely behind, still laughing to himself. Why was he just watching? What a creep.

EXO Wearing Your Clothes (OT9)~REACTION

Baekhyun

It was quite confusing to walk in on your boyfriend, Baekhyun, checking himself out in the mirror in your favorite pair of skinny jeans. You would instantly tell him to take them off because like boi??? those are your jeans??? He would pull a pout and whine that they were just his size, and even despite your request he would prance around in them all day. Leaving you wondering how he was even your boyfriend.

“Baek. What the fuck?!”

“Jagiya! Don’t I look bootylicious?!”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Sehun

This lil shit decided that he had the audacity to steal your closet, and come out of the room wearing one of your crop tops, that he could barely fit over his broad shoulders. You had no idea what he was doing or why he was doing it, but you demanded he take it off. But, of course, instead of taking off your clothes he put one hand on his hip and claimed that he looked better than you do when you wore it…… he slept on the couch that night.

“Sehun, take it off!”

“Why?! I look better than you ever did in it.”

Originally posted by r-velvets

Chanyeol

Both of you were getting ready to sleep when Chanyeol came out of the bathroom wearing one of your sweatshirts. You were immediately confused as to how he fit himself into your sweatshirt because you were much smaller than he was. He look at your reaction and grinned like a little puppy, pointing out the fact that now they were wearing each others clothes since you were wearing one of his oversized sweatshirts that you stole from him.

“Chan…. What are you doing?”

“Since you’re wearing my sweatshirt isn’t it fair that I wear one of yours?”

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Jongdae

You dared Jongdae to dress up in your clothes during a (currently) dangerous game of truth or dare with the guys. You all almost died when he cockily came out of your room wearing one of your mini skirts, a pair of high knee socks, and heels. Like Sehun, he teasingly claimed that he looked better than you did wearing the same outfit. So, as a mental note, you told yourself to give him the outfit, since he looked “so good” in it.

“Oh my god, Jongdae, what even.”

“Jagiya, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I look fabulous.”

Originally posted by chenrrerorocher

Junmyeon

You walked into your apartment to find Junmyeon laying on the couch wearing a pair of your snowflake covered pajamas. Instantly you would ask him why he was wearing your snow flake covered pajamas and all you got in response was a small giggle, and a wide grin.

“Junmyeon? What are you doing?”

“I’m just ‘chilling’” [insert giggle here]

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Jongin

You would find Jongin and his dogs wearing matching flower crowns and each of them wearing a pastel dress from your closet. Immediately a small smile would cross your face as your Nini registered your presence and a slight blush crossed his cheeks. You thought it was quite cute that he was having a tea party with his dogs, and how he got embarrassed that you caught him in the middle of it.Y

“Jagi? Oh, gosh this is embarrassing.”

“Can I join?”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Yixing

This angel decided that you guys should have a “twin” day. So Yixing dressed in the exact same outfit as you. You had to admit, he looked pretty adorable in the blouse and jeans.

“Baobei, look!” I’m you!”

“We’re twinning!”

Originally posted by daenso

Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo didn’t appreciate when you hid all of his clothes and replaced them with dressed from your closet. He especially wasn’t happy when he ended up having to trudge out of the bedroom wearing your knee length floral sundress. You found it completely amusing, and told him to give you a twirl, to which he returned with a death glare.

“Soo! You look cute!”

“Jagi. I want you to give me my clothes back….. now.”

Originally posted by yoonem

Minseok

You were studying for an exam, which meant you were in your own little ball of stress focusing only on the information at hand. Minseok always got worried about the stress the exam gave you, so he wanted to take your mind away from even if for a minute. You were startled when music blasted from the living room, and Minseok came out of the bedroom wearing one of your floor length dresses, walking out like a model. You fell out of your chair, dying of laughter and Minseok looked at you with a satisfied expression on his face.

*inconsistent muttering*

“INTRODUCING THE GORGEOUS AND BEAUTIFUL KIM MINSEOK!”

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Parallel Lines (Chris x MC)

Summary: You and Chris - passion brought you together, passion broke you apart, and seven years after graduation, passion led you to each other again, perhaps as fate’s way of closure.

Author’s note: This is my entry for #ChoicesCreates with the prompt “Passion led us here.” @pb-boeboe (Rating: T)

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Parallel Lines (Chris x MC)

“Christopher Powell. Please proceed to Gate 32. Last call for Christopher Powell.”

You quickly put down the book you were reading. Chris?, you ask yourself, eyes darting side to side, searching for the way to Gate 32. It’s been seven years since college graduation. That means seven years since you last saw Chris.

Chris. Your college sweetheart. Your on-again, off-again Hartfeld boyfriend.

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*Best Friend’s Sister* Peter Parker x Reader

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Summary: Peter has a huge crush on Y/n. He longs to admit his feelings, so what is stopping him? Maybe the fact that Y/n is his best friend, Ned’s, twin sister. (Mutual Pining + ‘Lil Angst)

Word Count: 1295

Notes: Hope this was alright! I kinda cringed at my writing in this, but oh well. Thank you for requesting!

Status: Unedited.

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