look what it does to my waist

BRACELET

Imagine starts at 55 seconds.

“You guys having fun?”

The thousands of cheers from around the sold out stadium echoes through the cool night, every single one directed towards Justin. It’s kind of crazy to think about it - that people literally spend hundreds of dollars just to see him from what probably is a shitty seat at the back of an arena, but at the same time its flattering, and by now I bet his rather used to it.

“I don’t know if you guys heard me, Are you guys having fun tonight?!” He repeats into the mic, fiddling with the gold chain bracelet around his hand.

Once again the stadium filled with screams and cheers from the beliebers, this time twice as loud. I watch as Justin let his eyes drift over to the side of the arena, and decides to yell “Top row, you guys having up there?!” And they continue to cheer.

Then the other side, “What about this side, you guys having fun up there?!”

A small smile fell onto his face as he leans back and removes the gum from his mouth muttering, “Alright, as long as were having fun. Just livin’ the moment.”

Then continues to move forward and lightly strum the first notes to Cold Water. A second later his hand moves back to his mouth, placing the gum he removed earlier back inside. I can’t help but roll my eyes at my boyfriends indecisiveness. Once more he continues to strum the guitar before for the third time, removing his hand and looking down onto the chain.

“This damn bracelet is annoying.”

Suddenly moving his wrist towards the guitar and using his bracelet to tap the strings while saying, “You see all this noise, I don’t like that noise. It sounds wrong. I’m not diggin’ it.”

I can’t help but smile. Its so cute when he just speaks his mind, and I can tell the crowd feels the same since I do notice a few people chuckling up the front.

Turning towards the wings of the stage, where Scooter, I and the backstage crew are all standing, he jokingly adds, “See Y/N this is your fault - Giving me this bracelet.”

After fumbling around with it for a while trying to remove it, he grumbles “Stupid bitch.” Under his breath, causing not only me but the crowd to laugh. “One second guys.” He announces.

While still attempting to take off the bracelet I bought him for our 3 year anniversary, he decides to make a witty joke, beginning it with, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

The crowd actually responded with a whole lot of “Why’s?” And justin immediately respondes with “He wanted to get to the other side.”

A small smile cracks his lips as the crowd chuckles at his terrible joke and even chose to acknowledge how dumb it was by adding, “That was stupid.” then adds “but it was funny.”

Finally giving up, his head shoots up to look around the crowd asking “Does someone wanna come help me get this off my wrist?”

Girls from the crowd shoot up and cheer immediately with there hands in the air. As for Justin who is still sitting and waiting for someone come to his rescue. Scooter waists no time in suddenly beginning to push on my back, motioning me forward.

“What?”

“Go help him.” He demands with a smirk.

“What?!” My eyes trail down my body, instinctively cringing at my purpose sweatpants and staff hoodie I chose to wear. I looked terrible. “Nah-ah. No way.”

“Who cares about what your wearing, go help him!” He chuckles.

“I care! Plus I don’t wanna just walk out on stage! That’s scary.” I pout but scooter shows no remorse.

“Just go!” He puts his arms on my shoulders and pushes me out onto the stage. This time, I can’t turn back because by the way every one in the crowd has heightened there screams, they’ve definitely seen me.

I sigh and mentally note ‘there no turning back now’ before jogging forward over to the seat Justin was seated on by the edge. Justin’s eyes trail around the stage, looking for the reason the screams in the crowd have increased, and once seeing me making my way over, smiles and extends a hand for me to grab.

I don’t hesitate to reach for his gesture and quickly dash over to remove this bracelet as fast as I can so I can get off the stage as soon as possible. At first, Justin is no help at all. Instead, he begins rubbing my arm and trying to get me to sit and stay next to him. “Justin, stop fidgeting.” I laugh.

Justin shrugs his shoulders as if not having any idea what I was talking about before settling and begins cooperating with the process. This bracelet is so damn stubborn! But after some pull and tug, Justin says, “Pull it from this side.”

“Yeah, and you unclip it from over there.”

The crowd aw’s in affection at our teamwork.

As we work together and finally get the bracelet removed, I jump up in achievement and grab a hold of the bracelet myself. As I’m about to make my way back off stage, Justin grabs my arm and pulls me back pouting. “Stay.”

I chuckle nervously and take a glance at the screaming crowd in anticipation, finally turning back to Justin to shake my head.

“Oh c'mon!” He encourages, grabbing my hip and pulling me towards him. I fall onto the seat beside him, my back pressed against his side while his arm rest around my waist. “Have a little fun. I’ll sing you a nice sooong.” He coo’s as if I was a child. “give you a little kiiiss. We can cuddllle.”

“Shut up.” I chuckle to which Justin smiles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Meanwhile, the crowd has hit the fan, their cheers going wild in a frenzy of excitement. Justin places his arm around my shoulders while using his hand to hold the right notes on the guitar neck. His other hand strumming lightly at the body.

After commenting about how terribly the guitar is tuned, he finally begins singing Cold water in a soft, melodic tone.

“Everybody gets high sometimes you know…What else can we do when were feelin’ low? - C'mon sing it with me baby!”

I chuckle at his enthusiasm and decide to not ruin the song and just keep my mouth shut, but frozen with a smile.

“So I wanna lay with you told I’m old!” He sang, causing my to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Baby you sang it wrong.” I whispered into his side.

Still strumming the guitar, he looks over at me “Really? I did? Well then how does it go?”

“It goes, ’What else can we do when were feelin’ low? So take a deep breath and let it go -…” I quickly sing as Justin smirks.

I hadn’t realised that justin had actually moved the mic towards me, causing my voice to echo throughout the entire arena, the crowd cheering like crazy in the background while Justin smirked menacingly.

“Hey!” I pouted. “You stuffed the lyrics on purpose!”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Well, since you started it you gotta finish. C'mon baby lets go!”

With a sigh, I finally decided to just give in and continue with Justin. “And if you feel your sinking….”

And it is somewhat unbelievable
that wrap your arms around my waist
or rest your chin on my shoulder
when you’re standing behind me,
that you interlock our fingers
and whisper into my ear,
without having an idea
of what it does to me.
And it is nearly impossible
to not feel guilty
when you’re looking for physical comfort
as a friend
while I am seeking for the same
as a lover.
—  // falling for a friend
j.d.m.
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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,430 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

Playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

a/n: for my curious babies, @ssconce, @the95liner :’)

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Clingy (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hello! love your blog! can i have a jughead x reader fic where the reader and jughead are dating and she overheard him telling someone (maybe like archie or betty) that she’s clingy and so she distances herself from him? lol idk if that makes sense but if you could write it that would be amazing! thank you!!!!

A/N: I love this prompt so much. I had so many different storylines come to mind but hopefully you enjoy this one! Requests are Welcome!!

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– Clingy (Jughead x Reader) –

You were walking towards your locker when you saw them.

Jughead and Archie talking by Jug’s locker.

Your heart skips a beat when you see that he’s wearing your favorite sweater of his. The soft green one that goes oh so well with his eyes.

Stop at your locker then go say hi to your boyfriend and his best friend. Routine. Like clockwork. Only today is when things change.

Opening your locker, you hear Jug say something sounding like your name. Thinking he saw you, you move your head a little to smile at him only to find him and Archie frowning at each other. That’s weird.

You pull out your English book and shut your locker, shrugging it off.

As you start to get closer, you hear him.

“I don’t know Arch. Is she clingy? Are all girls like that?” He sighs and digs around his locker for his science book.

Were you being clingy? Your heart starts to tighten in your chest. Was it making Jughead uncomfortable?

“Nah. You know (Y/N) is just a touchy person.” Archie offers him a smile. Neither of them saw you standing in the hall by the water fountain.

Archie says something quieter so you couldn’t hear but Jughead responds.

“I know. we spend every day together. We do everything together. Sometimes I feel like she’s always there. I can’t concentrate on anything half the time. She’s a huge distraction.” He shuts his locker and turns to Arch.

Archie nods and pats his back, saying something else but you already turned to leave.

Feeling hurt, you decide not to stop and say hi to them. It would be too clingy.

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When shy meets shy (Bucky X Reader)


Title: When shy meets shy (Bucky X Reader)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Summary: After Hydra, Bucky became shyer than he ever was before. Until he meets someone even more bashful than he was. Could he help her rebuild her self-confidence? Make her believe she’s worth more than she thinks? And convince her he’s truly madly deeply in love with her?

Note: So this is a little something for @whotheeffisbucky who is having an especially hard time today. Know that you’ll always be loved for who you are! 

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Bucky was a new presence in the Stark Tower. He was a quiet soul and kept to himself mostly. After the civil war between the Avengers, he couldn’t help the guilt that bubbled in him every time his eyes met his now teammates.

He wasn’t the only one in the tower that mostly kept to themselves. (Y/N) has been in the team for a good year and the other Avengers still didn’t see much of her aside from during missions.

Quiet people seem to notice each other and the two often noticed each others presence and little quirks every time they were in the same room.

During briefing sessions, Bucky would notice (Y/N) fiddling with the corners of her shirt when the conversation was directed at her.

In turn, (Y/N) notices how Bucky’s eyes avert away from people and stare at the tabletop when anyone in the team seemed to ask him for his opinion.

As time passes, Bucky couldn’t help himself but have his gaze fleet over to (Y/N) anytime he was out in the common area. He noticed how she tries to hide, make herself as scarce as possible, almost trying to let her 3-size too large sweater swallow her as the Avengers team chat up a storm.


Bucky was used to having (Y/N)’s quiet presence around. She tried to make herself invisible but to Bucky, she was all he could see in the rowdy common room during movie night.

Today, though, Bucky couldn’t spot the girl. He was settled at the far end of the couch, his usual seat, where he could have a completely unobstructed view of the room, a habit from his days as a soldier.

As the clock hits 9 PM, Bucky couldn’t help the frown that appeared on his face. He knew that (Y/N) was a creature of habit. She may not be too sociable but she never missed a movie night, not since Bucky joined the team.

“(Y/N) isn’t here.” Bucky gruff voice sounded and the noisy room was suddenly plunged into a pin-drop silence.

Bucky’s voice was rare and surprised the group of heroes. Wanda snapped from her reverie quicker than the rest and cleared her throat.

“(Y/N) said she isn’t joining us tonight. She’s tired and wants to rest early.” the redhead said with slight disappointment.

Bucky grunted in response and his frown deepened as worry pooled at his stomach. The team didn’t miss the look he sported.

“I’m… I’m just going to go. Uhm, goodnight guys.” Bucky said softly, his voice deep with uneasiness.

Trudging his way to the living quarters of the tower, his shoulders were slumped. Steve attempted to stand up and go after his friend but was stopped by Natasha.

“Let him be, Cap. He isn’t going back to his room,” she said with a knowing smile. Only to be met with Steve’s look of confusion.


The soldier paced back and forth (Y/N)’s room, footsteps unusually loud considering his training.

“Would you like for me to inform Ms. (Y/N) of your arrival, Sergeant Barnes?” FRIDAY’s voice filled the silent corridor causing Bucky to jump.

“Uh, well, um, if you would please. yes, thank you?” Bucky replied, still not used to speaking into thin air.

He straightened himself and bit his lip, mind whirring at what to say to the lady when she opened the door.

As his mind went into an overdrive, the door cracked open slightly, (Y/N) face coming into view.

Surprised at having a visitor, (Y/N) was at a lost and remained quiet, her wide eyes staring at the shy man in front of her.

“Uhh, hi, hey. I’m Bucky. Uh, well, no, I mean I am Bucky but you know that.” Bucky blabbered on, the tips of his ear a bright pink.

A small laughter bubbled out of the girl before she could stop herself. At the sound of her chuckle, both of them stopped short.

“Hi, Bucky. Is there anything I can help you with?” her soft voice asked, eyes trained on Bucky, a concerned gleam reflecting in them.

“I’m just, well, I missed… I mean we missed you at movie night.” Bucky said, louder than he intended due to his embarrassment.


From then, the two formed quite a special friendship. Their silence, shyness and need to stay out sight bonded them in ways no one really understood.

It was from then that Bucky slowly understood why the girl was so quiet and reclusive even if she was working with the world’s rowdiest bunch of heroes.

She lived in her head more often than not and that bright mind would have all sorts of thought whirring through. And eventually, the only thought left swirling around her mind were negative ones.

Her confidence crumbled as her thoughts got louder. She started questioning her looks, her abilities, her everything. And eventually she was so overwhelmed, she kept to herself and her thoughts.

Bucky was no stranger to gloomy thoughts. He had them regardless if he was awake or asleep. It was a fact the team knew. He understood how suffocating it could be to have your mind controlling your emotions.

The duo was lounging in the common room, books in hand as they sat together, shoulders bumping.

(Y/N) found solace in having Bucky around. It was almost as if her thoughts were on pause, and it was just Bucky and her.


“Doll?” Bucky called out, nudging her.

Without glancing away from her book, (Y/N) let out a small sound to acknowledge him.

“You’re beautiful you know?” Bucky said with a small contented sigh as he placed his head on her shoulder. Bucky was a man of few words after Hydra, he didn’t know how to make (Y/N) understand how he saw her, other than simply putting them in the most straightforward words.

The girl was caught off guard, her face flushing without control.


From then on, Bucky made it his mission to show (Y/N) just how perfect she was. If she couldn’t see it, Bucky would show her, he thought.

In the early mornings, he’d always compliment her wonderful cooking skills. If she wore her hair up, she was beautiful, if she wore her hair down, she was beautiful.

She could be wearing an oversized sweater and mismatched lounge pants and Bucky thought she was the most amazing girl he’s laid eyes on.

Bucky thought she was the most beautiful make-up free, a small contented smile on her lips, wearing her favorite shirt from Bucky as she talked animatedly about the latest book she read. And he’d tell her that, never missing an opportunity to let her know she’s perfect just the way she is.


With time, (Y/N) started accepting the compliments given to her. It was a good step forward. Until she walked into the meeting room that day.

Stepping into the room, she shifted her eyes to her usual seat next to Bucky and realized it was taken.

She wouldn’t have minded sitting elsewhere if it wasn’t that the girl sitting on the seat was the prettiest SHIELD agent (Y/N) has met.

Seeing Bucky and her talking animatedly, her self-esteem plummeted to nothingness and she bit back a sob, turned around and made her way out. She’ll explain to Steve later on as to why she missed the meeting.

What she needed now was her room, her bed, her own space.

Bucky noticed (Y/N) immediately when she walked into the crowded room. Confusion was etched on his face when she saw her face crumple as she turned and made her way out.

Without excusing himself from the agent speaking to him, ignoring Steve’s questions, he hurried out of the meeting room.

The more he thought, the more unsettled he got. Bucky broke into a run and disregarded taking the elevator.

Running up 3 floors, Bucky reached (Y/N)’s door and immediately heard sobbing from inside. His heart broke at her whimpers and immediately entered the passcode her knew by heart.

He took only 3 steps getting to her bedside, he pulled the girl towards him and hid her in his embrace.

“Doll?” his gruff voice laced with so much concern even (Y/N)’s heart constricted at the sound.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned further at her lack of reply.

Bucky pulled her lightly off his chest, now drenched in her tears. He took one look at her and cupped her face with his wide hands.

“What’s wrong beautiful? Talk to me.” he pleaded, eyes desperate for her to say something, anything.

“I’m sorry.” her voice was tired and soft.

“Why are you sorry sweetheart?” his confusion evident.

“I just, when I saw you with her, I just couldn’t help myself but see all my flaws. And what I don’t have or have too much that she doesn’t. She’s perfect. And I’m me.” (Y/N) whispered out.

“Oh, doll… Are you talking about whoever was sitting on your seat earlier?” Bucky asked.

She nodded lightly, her face now buried in his broad chest, seeking some form of comfort.

“I’m sorry doll. I should’ve stopped her from sitting at your seat but I was looking for you and didn’t notice when she sat down,” he explained.

Before (Y/N) could reply, he pulled the girl by her waist, hoisting her up onto his lap, his arms locking behind her to keep her in place.

“Now doll, everyone has flaws. I do. Steve does. So do Nat and Tony. I have metal for an arm, I’ve had my mind messed with most of my life and I still struggle from nightmares at 102. But our flaws are what makes us, us. And to me, everything about you, including your flaws, are perfect. Because it’s what makes you (Y/N).” Bucky said, his eyes never leaving her.

He moved a hand from her waist to her face, softly wiping away a stray tear.

I love you (Y/N).” he confessed softly.

“I really mean it. You’re beautiful even if you can’t see it. I can’t see myself as anything other than a murderer, but you see past that. You see James Buchanan Barnes, the man with flaws. But you still think I’m wonderful. So here I am, to remind you, that I see you, (Y/N) flaws and all. And I think you’re beautiful.” he whispered to her, as he landed a kiss on her lips.


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anonymous asked:

Drabble prompt: Where one of them has insomnia and can only sleep when they are cuddle up in the other ones arms (please please pretty pleaseeeee)

Awwww i love this prompt, anon!! And I had exactly half an hour to do it- so i apologize if it seems rushed! But this is the cutest prompt <3

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Isak: Come over

Even: It’s 1:30am

Isak: …. and yet you are still awake :D :D 

Even: sleep is the cousin to death. didn’t i tell you this?

Isak: I’m about to be the cousin to death if I don’t get some sleep

Even: then why are you texting me??

Isak?

Babyyy

Isak: I can’t fall asleep. That’s why I need you here.

Even: insomnia again?

Isak: it’s a bitch

Even: alright

Isak: alright?

what does that mean

Even?

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He really shouldn’t be surprised. Even is kind of fucking extra like this. But still, at the first sign of knocking at the front door, Isak sits up in bed, cocks his head, and curses; making his way down the hall.

And opens the door.

Even stands there half asleep, half leaning against the doorway, before moving to gesture to himself in some kind of a ‘ta da!!’ motion.

“Halla.” Isak says, stupidly gaping at Even (the shirtless fuck. Did he really go outside and walk to Isak’s in nothing but sleep pants?)

Even yawns and leans down to peck Isak’s forehead, “Halla.” 

“I was kidding about you coming here.”

Even rolls his eyes and brushes past Isak, heading to his room, “Liar.”

(Okay, yeah, so Isak was 100% serious when he begged him to come over. But like- he didn’t think Even actually would. It’s a school night for fuck’s sake.)

Even collapses on Isak’s bed as he reached it, automatically crawling to his side and sliding under the covers. When Isak stares dumbly from the doorway, he opens his arms, “Come on. Let’s get some sleep.”

And this was- this was a lot. 

Even got out of bed at in the morning for him. Because Isak couldn’t sleep. Who does that?

“Are you going to stand there all night?”

Isak blinks and shuffles to his side of the bed, climbing in and immediately burrowing into the arms that slid around his waist. Even looks half-gone already, eyes drooping and breaths coming slower but he smiles softly, brushing an errant curl from Isak’s face.

“I thought sleep was the cousin to death?”

Even makes some hybrid noise between a chuckle and a yawn and God Isak loves him. He hasn’t told Even yet, but the feeling is strong in his chest.

“Death seems much more appealing with you in my arms.”

“That’s so fucking morbid.”

Even pinches the sensitive skin of Isak’s hips, “You know what I mean.”

Isak does, because suddenly the warmth of Even is almost over shadowed by- or rather leads to- the feeling of exhaustion creeping in. Isak feels his lids shudder, so he burrows closer into the crook of Even’s arm, kissing his bicep.

“Thank you,” Isak whispers, knowing that Even is already sound asleep.

And he follows so quickly after him that the hours of tossing and turning without Even seem almost comical.

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Originally posted by bottomnoctis

Request: Hey! So glad your requests are open! So I wonder if you could write DeanxReader, where the reader thinks that Dean doesn’t love her anymore because he doesn’t touch her like he used to and isn’t as flirty as he used to be with her? But it turns out that he thinks the same about her and he is just unsure how to handle the situation and it all ends fluffy?

Pairing: Dean x reader


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tiny-space-owl  asked:

can we talk about Bitty's outfit in today's update? this boy is serving LOOKS

holy FUCK yeah 

Like look at how WELL that shirt fits him??? Look what it does for his waist???

and I am such a slut for rolled up sleeves and he is giving IT

And idk ngozi did some witchcraft with how great his profile looks like… nice 

Emotionless?

Group/Member: BTS // Yoongi

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 634

Summary: Yoongi is looking through his phone, his insecurities hitting him. You comfort him and fluffy fluff :))) 


Originally posted by faqsuga

The noise from the TV in front of me was distant as my gaze around the room fell on my boyfriend of 8 months. He had a hurt look in his eyes while his thumb were scrolling down his phone, his black hair falling down in front of his eyes. I sat up scooting a little closer looking over his shoulder. “What is it?” He just kept looking down on his phone. “Babe?” I said a little louder. My arms found their way around his waist as I put my head on his back. “Am I really that bad Y/N?” I hear his voice weak in the dark room. “Where does this come from, Yoongi?” I asked shocked by his question. He got out of my arms turning around looking at my confused face. His eyes fell down to his hands, as I knew he were struggling to find his words. “I just… You know… Am I really as cold and heartless as people say I am?” I felt my heart sink as I heard his voice full of insecurities. “Do I give you enough love Y/N? Am I really that emotionless?” I knew that Yoongi had a certain reputation being an idol and all, but this? This made my heart hurt so much. He is the most loving and caring man I know, even if he might not always show it, you can always see it through his small actions every now and then. I took his phone out of his hands making him look me in the eyes. Even though he’s cold sometimes and mostly it’s sarcasm that comes out of his mouth, he is full of emotions and it’s times like these where he can’t hold it in that he really opens up. I took his face in my hands looking him deep in his eyes, letting him know that what I was going to say was truly what I felt and knew “Yoongi, You are the most caring person I know and you’re not heartless or cold. I can’t ask for more love from you, as I know your giving me all the love you can. I love you so much and I know you love me too, so please shut up about this and don’t take it in because we both know none of that is true.” I kissed his lips, feeling a tear on my cheek. I pulled away looking at his beautiful face, wiping a tear of his away with my thumb. He pulled me in close for a long hug, his chin resting on my head. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes just listening to each other’s heartbeats, enjoying the silence together. He pulled away taking a strand of hair behind my ear, smiling down at me with loving eyes. And people say this little fluff ball is emotionless?

That night Yoongi held me closer than usual. Don’t get me wrong we always cuddled, just that this time it was different. It was like he wanted to prove something, I don’t know if it was for him or me but I knew how much he cared and that it was hard for him holding his emotions in all the time. I don’t know why he always did that, I’m just happy he at least has me, and his music to get it all out. I felt his hand take mine, and a kiss on the back of my shoulder, “Goodnight Y/N” he whispered in my ear. “Goodnight Yoongi” I closed my eyes feeling my breath get heavier by every second that passed. Right before I fell asleep I heard a soft whisper from the man beside me “I will give you almost all my love so no other man can take my place”.

Sincerely, Me.

Jughead x Reader

Request: Ooooh can i do a request (jughead x reader) where the reader is kinda loud and seems real happy but then they have a lot of issues with confidence, and they have  a saying that they keep writing to keep them sane, and then a wild Jughead appears and just fluff fluff fluff. I’m sorry I’m bad at explaining things. I really love your writing btw!

Warnings: None, Chuck is there though. 

Word Count: 1,311

A/N: Oh hey look another one based off something in Dear Evan Hansen who would’ve thought. Also sorry it’s so short I just think it’s time to publish this one.

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Dear (Y/N),

Today’s gonna be a good day, here’s why:

Because today, today at least you’re you - and that’s enough.

You’re good enough, right now, just like this.

You’re not perfect- and that’s okay.

Sincerely, Me.

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The Wetter the Better

this is a short blurb based off of this ask and also this ask :) 


Waking up next to my boyfriend of more than a year was something that never got tiring. Hearing him stretch and yawn out of his sleep, watching him twist and turn his half naked body in noisy grumbles as he fought off the need to actually get up out of the bed….it was one of the best parts of my day. But waking up next to my boyfriend, who was more than eager for his first day visit to the Masters, and seeing him doing a silly shirtless snapchat that he would send out to all his fans, now that was something that would never get old.

Rolling over in the bed to face him, I watched him pull a funny face into the snapchat camera, my hand cupping over my lips as I struggled to contain my giggles. He was the biggest goofball, mostly saving it for me, but every once in awhile he’d share his silliness with the world and that made me love him even more. But also I couldn’t help but want to poke fun at him for it. When he finally finished his early morning gift to his fans, he tossed his phone down to the end of the bed. “Mornin’, love,” he mumbled out to me, eventually slinging his arm around the dip in my waist over the covers and nudging my sleepy frame towards his.

I breathed out a smile. “Giving your fans a little treat, huh?”

“Shit, I’m excited, baby,” he mentioned as he shrugged his shoulder and turned the one corner of his mouth down, “and I do what I gotta do to keep ‘em on their toes, you know that.”

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a/n: wow my request box is overwhelming and quite frankly overflowing with love & requests and I want to take the time to say THANK YOU! lots of love 💐

Originally posted by conchord

tonight was the first pep rally back since summer vacation and lets just say i were very eager to be cheering again even if it was just a school scrimmage i walk up to my mirror and fixing my hair before applying another coat of mascara on my lashes. 

a few knocks on the door break me out of my trance “come in” i yell spritzing myself with perfume. “they girls are waiting for you downstairs” i nod at my mother “okay ill be down in a second” 

i grab my bag and follow my mother footsteps down the stairs and out the door “see ya later mum!” i yell out “goodluck baby” she yes back as i close the door.

“you ready?” betty asks tilting her head to the side her blonde hair swinging in its pony tail “i sure am wheres V?” i glance past her to see the raven haired girl standing at the bottom of my driveway.

the three of us set off to the school talking a little before veronica brings up your relationship with jughead. all your friends were placing bets on how long it took for you guys to finally kiss and confess your undying love for each other.

you’d know jughead for most of your life and yes maybe i did indeed have a crush on the beautiful brunette boy but he didn’t know that and thats how i planned to keep it. 

“oh give it a rest, he doesn’t like me like that!” i defend myself annoyed.

“yeah funny thats exactly what he says” i roll my eyes growling loud “let me livvvveee” i groan crossing my arms across my chest.

“fine fine we’ll change the subject” it falls quite as the school comes into view “like how jughead is going to drool when he sees you on that cheer leading costume”.

“jeez V its a uniform! plus it won’t be the first time he’ll see me in it. he won’t care your reading way too much into it” 

she shakes her finger in my face “or maybe your not looking in enough? do you notice that when your in your uniform he cant seem to look at your face? or that he can’t form a single sentence?”

the clogs start moving in my brain and i come to a sudden stop “oh my god- wait does juggie have a cheerleader kink?” i giggle walking with the two giddy girls into the locker room.

“well you wanna know how he really feels right?” v ask as i shove my gym bag into the locker “V i don’t want to mess what we have up okay?” she rolls her eyes closing my locker and standing infant of me.

“so not a single thread of you wants to be with him?” i huff i am the worst liar so i just fess up “yes okay yes but i don’t want to ruin anything okay!” 

“i have an idea” she smiles wickedly “oh god what?”

//

veronica and betty hd proposed to me to test out the ‘cheerleader’ theory in order to figure out if the  reunites feelings were platonic or not. i was nervous for the first time rushing out to the field and pumping up the school students and parents in the bleachers.

i spot jughead during our stretches, he was leaning against the side of the bleacher searching the crowd of vixens for someone, his eyes settle on mine and smile and i put my hand up waving smally before returning my attention to the squad.

“okay lets go vixens” cheryl yells getting us all onto our feet as we pump up the crowd for the football boys.

we grab our poms and rustling them together hanging and cheering as the break through the banner the red header archie leading the back i smile brightly at my best friend.

the boys settle down and dissipate going their separate ways before meeting back up for the big game. i take this as my opportunity to walk over to the beanie boy.

i move past the crowd and smile at the brunette boy as i work my way over he moves off the bleacher and works his way to the half fence before the field.

someone grabs my waist before i have the chance to walk over the tracks “well hello this miss (y/n) (y/l/n)” i roll my eyes placing my hands over my chest “reggie.” 

“love to stay in chat but i got my important business to get to like clawing my eyes out” i go to push past him concern on jugheads face.

he grabs onto my waist and pulls me back “let me go reggie” i growl trying to get out of his iron grip, he doesn’t budge just smirks down at me

 “i said-” i didn’t even get to finish my sentence before someone does it for me

“she said let go” i glance to see jughead looking as angry as ever “what are you her boyfriend?” he teases flicking something him to launch himself at reggie shoving his chest.

reggie tosses me aside and i stumble to get my feet.

“c’mon just having a little fun with the little princess, we have a little thing us bulldogs. how many vixens can we hook with at these things and well-” 

he doesnt get to finish his sentence because jughead launches himself at the raven haired boy but he’s quick to retaliate throwing jughead on the ground and starting to throw punches to his face.

i run forward trying to pull the boys away from each other but i wasn’t strong enough i whirl around and everyone seems a bit curious in the events “arch!” i yell the red head sees his best friend in distress and rushes over healing reggie off.

i drop to the floor helping jughead sit up “oh my god jug-” i place my hand on his cheek and he winces slightly.

“I’m sorry” i tell him glancing at all he’s already bruising eye “its okay- i had to protect you” i giggle placing my hand on his thigh “thank you” i turn to see veronica and betty making gestures and i roll my eyes facing jughead

“whats got them all frazzled” he chuckles making me smiling stupidly “don’t hate me for this”

i lean forward and place a soft kiss on his split lip, he kisses back then pulls away wincing “okay ow!” he complains and i laugh before he faces turns serious “sorry” i giggle trying to keep a straight face.

“to be continued? when i can actually kiss you back when bloods not pouring from my lip?” i nod kisses his cheek and helping him to his feet

 “of course”

Jersey/Ethan Dolan Smut

Originally posted by infinitygarner

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS* Also the gif doesn’t really match but he looks hot af 

I combined two requests but I’m lazy af

Request: Can you do a smut about ethan and an ice hockey jersey?? like he sees your wearing his new york rangers jersey and it’s oversized and turns him on and stuff?😏

Request:  Could you write a jealous Ethan smut please!!!

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Take a Picture- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by yourhockeyboys

(Look at that smile!)

Ok so as a plus size girl myself… I hate taking pictures. So it translated into this imagine for you guys! Hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

Warning: body insecurities

Anon Request: hey!! was wondering if you could maybe do an imagine where the reader is kinda chubby and dating auston n gets kinda insecure about not bein ~conventionally attractive and comfort ensues (dont @ me a thicc girl can dream ok lmao)

PS- Girl! Thicc girls can do whatever they damn well please! You go boo!

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              Auston was laying on the couch, his head in your lap as you vegged out watching cooking shows on the TV. Auston was scrolling through social media and chuckling at all of Mitch’s stupid antics.

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Love Sickness (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey again!! Haha wow, three stories in a day? Wow😂 Btw, I kinda had fun writing this story, if only this was how I could get my crush’s attention, if I had one haha. Anywaysss, enjoy!!

Tag: @barely-emily

Request: Bucky x Reader where he has a thing for Reader wearing glasses please ?


You pushed your glasses up as you stared at the TV screen, too lazy to wear your contacts as you didn’t have any missions today as well. You turned around when you heard footsteps walking behind you.

“Morning, Bucky,” you greeted as the soldier turned to look at you, stopping at his footsteps as he just continued to stare at you. You frowned at him as you waved your hand. “Hello? Earth to Bucky.”

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The Sun Will Set || Epilogue || BTS Gang AU ||

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

A/N: This is… really the end you guys. I started TSWS in August of 2015, and this is the last update it will ever receive. Thanks to everyone who has been a part of this journey, and I encourage you to read my note at the end of the epilogue as well. Seriously, thank you so much. This story became more than I ever thought it would, and I feel so very bittersweet now that it’s truly over. 

~L

Summary: After a series of unfortunate events, you’ve found yourself under the care and protection of your city’s most notorious gang: BTS.

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Angst, Drama, and some Fluff (but mostly Angst)

Warnings: Themes and mentions of death, drowning

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue |



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This is what the foundation layer of my Zelda dress looks like. I researched the structure of couture gowns during my planning stages of this costume, but this is my first time actually making something like this.

This is a boned corselet, which is designed to shape and support the exterior layers of the dress. Unlike the similarly-named corset, a corselet does NOT cinch the waist or shape the body. It provides structure to the dress, not the body.

Mine is made from power net with flat-felled seams, spring steel boning, and built-in bra cups. It’s attached along the neckline except in the very back, where is has a separate zipper. It eliminates the need for a separate bra, so I don’t have to worry about bra straps shifting around and showing.

I also wanted to add that I don’t have any special knowledge or training that enabled me to do this – everything I know about this I learned from Google. If you’re interested in sewing but you find these terms and concepts going over your head, just Google them. Read blog posts and articles and anything else, and try to apply that learning to the things you want to make. You might be surprised how much you can teach yourself.

NCT 127 + Ten + Hansol Reaction To You Wearing Something Sexy

Taeil: Would be shy, finding it hard to look you in the eye at first. He wouldn’t know what to say and his cheeks would blush lightly. Don’t get me wrong, he’d love the way you looked, but he didn’t want anyone else to see you like this, except himself. He’d laugh nervously and smile at you, his hands gripping the bottom of his sleeves, “Do you have to wear something so tight fitting?”

Originally posted by taei

Hansol: Would love it when you dressed up for him, especially when it was something sexy as it would remind him that you are his and no one else’s. He won’t mind you dressing like this in front of someone else as he knows that you are loyal to him, however, he’d much prefer, after seeing you like this, to skip the date you had planned and to stay at home as he had something else in mind.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Johnny: After walking out of your bedroom wearing a short dress ready for you date, Johnny being Johnny would probably tease you all night, “Is that a shirt, Y/N?”. The relationship between the both of you would contain its fair share of joking around, however, even though Johnny teases you, at the end of the night he does admit that you look beautiful.

Originally posted by withsuh

Taeyong: Would love you no matter what you wore, however, would be rather protective when it came to you wearing something sexy. Whenever you were out on a date, wearing a tight fitting dress, he would constantly have his arm hanging around your waist, pressing you close to his side. You didn’t mind it though as it meant you got to be closer to your boyfriend, “Stay by my side tonight, alright?”

Originally posted by nctech

Yuta: Being the greasy one, he would love it when you wore something sexy, however, like Taeil, wouldn’t like it if you dressed like this in front of the members. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, it was more like he didn’t trust his members. So instead of going out for food with the other members he’d suggest, biting his lip, “How about we just stay here for tonight?”

Originally posted by taetohan

Doyoung: This adorable boy would be a bit like Taeil, shy. He’d stutter when you said you were ready to go out on your date, and would try to scold you, “W-why do you have to wear t-that?” However, he won’t admit that he actually loved it when you dressed sexily for him as he was to nervous to actually say it to your face.

Originally posted by taeyongd

Ten: Like Johnny would joke around when he saw what you were wearing, but it wouldn’t last long. He’d stop you before you left for you date, holding you shoulders and making you look in your eyes. He’d smile his signature smile showing his dimples, “All jokes aside, you look beautiful tonight,” before taking your hand and dragging you outside your apartment.

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Jaehyun: Would be sitting on your couch when you’d announced that you were ready. He’d look at what you were wearing and try to hide his smile. He’d be nervous, but unlike Taeil and Doyoung, would hide it. He take your hand and hold it extra tight knowing that you were his. Throughout the night he’d make hints about the way you looked, “You look beautiful.”

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

Winwin: Would be the giggliest out of all the members when it came to seeing you dressed like that. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself and whenever you looked at him he’d laugh lightly. You’d think it was because he didn’t like the way you looked, but you’re wrong, it was because he felt special to see you like that.

Originally posted by stannctchinaline

Mark: For Mark, it would have been the first time someone had dressed up sexily for him. It was a whole new experience. He be just like Doyoung and stutter a lot throughout your date. He’d be awkward to the point that you knew something was up. You’d ask him why and he’d rub the back of his neck hoping that he won’t upset you, “You’re dress is making me nervous.”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Haechan: Would be anxious when he saw what you were wearing as he knew that you’d be seeing the other members later and he knew they’d never let him live after. He’d try to get you to change with his sarcastic remarks even if he did like the way you were dressed. When you’d declined on changing he’d shake his head and sigh to himself, “The end is near.” Thinking of the members teasing him.

Originally posted by haenyan

The One With The White Lie

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader x William Magnusson 

Summary: With William secretly crushing on Noora while he’s dating you, Chris see’s an opportunity to have you to himself… even if it means lying to you. 

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! (and lowkey need friends!!!)

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“Find it,” William says in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, “I’m looking, okay?” I mumble, down on my knees, looking under the bed.

He kicks the leg of it and I scramble away, “What the hell, William?!”

He crouches down beside me, burying his face in his hands, “Sorry, I’m just –“ he shakes his head, “Why did you take it y/n?”

“I didn’t know it was Chris’ stuff,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes, “I thought it was yours and I was cleaning up so I thought I’d put it somewhere safe, I guess,” I shrug, looking around the room.

While I’d been tidying William’s room, I’d found his drug stash. I was vacuuming and put it somewhere and I couldn’t remember where. Only problem as that it wasn’t William’s and it was worth a lot of money.

Still, I knew there was something else behind William’s behaviour. He wasn’t the type to get angry over something so trivial but lately he’s been using any excuse to stay pissed at me.

“I’ll find them, William,” I reassure him, standing up, “But it’s 1am.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should sleep at your place tonight,” he says offhandedly, looking out the window.

“Okay,” I sigh, “I didn’t bring my car though. I can’t exactly take the bus.”

He lies down on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll tell Chris to give you a ride on his way to Eva’s pregame.”

I scoff but he pretends not to hear me, turning on his side so his back is facing me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head downstairs. The sound of Chris revving his engine outside is the only thing that keeps me from barging back upstairs and smacking William with a pillow – or something more painful.

“This is the third time this week I’ve had to pick you up,” Chris says as I climb in. I lean back against the head rest, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“It’s not you who should be sorry,” he says, looking at the front door of William’s place, “If he’s going to kick his girlfriend out he should have the decency to drive her home.”

I shrug, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Judging by how William reacted, Chris wouldn’t be too happy to hear about his drugs.

“No, I am sorry, Chris,” I turn to face him, “I – I misplaced your drugs,” I choke, beginning to cry. Within a few seconds I was sobbing into my hands, “I thought they were William’s and I put them somewhere. I looked everywhere but I can’t find them. I’m so sorry!”

Chris stares at me with furrowed brows, pulling me against his chest as he strokes my hair, “Don’t be sorry, y/n – it’s – they’re just drugs. They don’t even matter,” he pulls away from me, cupping my face in his hands, “Is that why he kicked you out?”

“He said it was worth a lot of money,” I sob, “I’ll – I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “It’s not important. Is that why he kicked you out?” he asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been weird – I – I don’t know what I did,” I stutter. Chris sighs, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s not you,” he mumbles bitterly.


Monday was a shit show. At least on weekends I could avoid William without if being a big deal but at school, everyone noticed.

And the minute it looked like we were over, girls would throw themselves at him.

The minute William walked past me without so much as a ‘hello’, whispers spread around like wildfire, as well as rumours.

I never gave much attention to rumours, but there was one I couldn’t help but listen to since it was coming from the Penetrators.

“I’m telling you y/n, he’s hooking up with Noora. That’s why he’s trying to get rid of you, “ one of them says to me, scoffing.

“That’s enough,” Chris spits, standing between us, “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being assholes,” Chris says, leading me away by the arm.

He pulls me inside an empty classroom and I lean against the window sill, looking out at the courtyard.

“Hey,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “You okay?”

“Is it true? About Noora?”

Chris’ silence makes my heart leap out of my chest, “Chris?”

“No,” he sighs, “Not exactly.”

“W-what does that mean?”

Chris cups his hands behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling and blowing air forcefully through his lips, “He likes her.”

“Likes her?”

I feel my throat tighten and swallow hard, “Like –likes her?”

Chris nods, looking at me sympathetically.

“Are they screwing?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

Chris nods once, staring at me, “You deserve better,” he says softly, resting his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, “So much better.”

“Chris…”

Even though I shake my head, something inside me wanted to kiss Chris, not just to get back at William. He’d always been there for me, as a friend – as more. And especially lately, with William’s crappy behaviour. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten through it if not for him. Still, I press a hand to his chest.

But he doesn’t care. He kisses me, pinning me against the wall.

I so badly wanted to kiss him back, but I knew I had to end things with William, if he didn’t end them with me first.

“Chris,” I say, pulling away, “I can’t do that to William.”

“Who cares,” Chris growls, “What about what he’s doing to you?!”

“And what exactly is that?!” a voice comes from across the room.

I look over Chris’ shoulder and realize William is standing there, with quite a few people watching over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I mumble, already rushing to stand between them. William barges over and I push him back by his chest.

“Did you really just fucking kiss my girlfriend you fucker?!” William yells. I struggle to keep him away from Chris – not that Chris was backing away.

“Who cares?” Chris spits, “It’s not like you’re kissing her; someone might as well!”

“Fuck you!” William shouts.

“William,” I yell, practically dragging him towards the door. People only move out of the way when I start shoving them.

Once we’re in the carpark, he pulls his hand out of mine.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grunts, slamming his hand against a car, “Kissing you when you’re pushing him away – what the fuck was he thinking?!”

“William,” I try to interrupt, but he’s too angry – enraged.

“William,” I repeat, turning him to face me, “Why do you care? You were going to dump me anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns, moving hair out of his face.

I slump, leaning against one of the cars, “You and Noora.”

Suddenly he stands still and looks me in the eyes, for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“Was it Chris that told you?” he asks, lowly.

“No, I heard the Penetrators talking about it. Chris just confirmed that you were sleeping together because I was totally freaking out.”

“S-sleeping together?!” he exclaims, “We – we haven’t even held hands!

“What?” I frown, “So you two didn’t-“

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he shakes his head vigorously, pausing to take a deep breath, “But I do like her. A lot. Which is why I’ve been such an asshole. I felt really guilty about it and you were always by my side, being perfect-“ he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “And I didn’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh. It wasn’t, but I was tired of fighting with him.

“It’s not,” he says, taking my hands in his, “I’ve been such an asshole. I should’ve just told you how I felt,” he traces a finger down my cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Even after how I treated you last night, you’re standing here, not punching me in the face,” he chuckles, “Just listening to me – because you’re amazing.”

We stand in silence, listening to each others breathing. I’d always been so afraid of breaking up with William. Of letting his hand go. But I do it.

He looks down at it, tracing his thumb over his fingers, “So I guess this is it, we’re breaking up?”

“It’s probably for the best,” I say, “If you’d been an asshole to me any longer, we wouldn’t have been able to recover and stay friends.”

“So, you’ll still be my friend?” he asks. I rest a hand on his cheek, “Of course… with time.”

“And what about Chris? Are you still going to be his friend?” he asks, “I don’t know why he lied to you about Noora and I. Or why he kissed you. I never thought he’d do that to me,” William says, his jaw clenched.

He relaxes a little, his eyes focused on me, “Maybe he’s just crazy in love with you like I was. Remember how many fights I got into over you? Remember how you punched me in the face when I kissed you without asking?”

I nod, laughing.

“But you didn’t punch Chris,” he says sceptically, tugging a strand of my hair and winding it around his finger, “Which means…”

“Which means?” I raise a brow.

I already fucking knew what it meant, but something was very satisfying about watching William squirm to say it.

You like him,” he deadpans. I shrug, “He is terribly good looking.”

“Try terrible, full stop,” William scoffs.

“That’s not very nice,” Chris says, approaching us.

“Asshole,” William leers, slamming his shoulder into Chris as he walks off.

“Neither is that,” Chris says, rubbing his shoulder and watching William storm off.

He turns to me, “So did you two… talk?”

I nod, “We broke up.”

He inhales sharply, trying to conceal a small smile.

“About before,” he says, “I shouldn’t have kissed you, not like that, when you didn’t want to.”

“I did want to,” I say, “Just not while I was still together with William.”

You did… want to?” he raises a brow.

“I did,” I trail a finger down his chest, “But now…”

“But now?” he swallows hard.

“Now I don’t really want to be with someone who lies to me,” I say, quietly, looking into his eyes, “Why did you tell me they slept together?”

Chris sighs, letting his head hang, “I don’t know,” he slumps, “You were just there – looking all beautiful and sad. And I knew William was treating you like crap because he wanted to be with Noora but didn’t have the balls to end things with you – or because he loves you. And… I love you too and I saw a chance and took it.”

“You know that makes you an asshole, right?”

He nods and I hug him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You still like me though, right?” he asks, “You’ll still give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

He smirks, “You didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you.”