now i just need to make my dress

So what I got from the newest episode of "Watching Sanvers Scenes on Youtube".
  • Alex: Valentines Day?
  • Maggie: No.
  • Alex: Valentines DAY?
  • Maggie: Seriously nope!
  • Alex: Communication?
  • Maggie: Heternormativity really traumatised me and I might never be over it.
  • Maggie: I am revealing a tragic and very realistic backstory to you that a lot of our fans can probably identify with.
  • Maggie: It would need a lot of screentime to resolve this issue properly.
  • Maggie: But we don't get that much screentime because white cis fuckboy needs to fuck the former protagonist of this TV show.
  • Maggie: After all, this is a family TV show and we can't tell happy straight ally (TM) families that they are traumatising young queer children.
  • Maggie: So gotta go bye!
  • Some time later.
  • Kara: Yo, Maggie, it's nice that you adressed some issues so the gays can identify with you.
  • Kara: But now it's really time to quickly resolve this because after all this is a family's TV show. And if we really adressed properly that heteronormativity is hurting and traumatising young queer people, we could not really make white cis fuckboy fuck me in another scene of this tv show.
  • Kara: So pls just get your shit together! We need the gays to be happy and distracted from the bullshit we are going to pull.
  • Some time later.
  • Alex: What is going on, Maggie?
  • Alex: I forgot my personality at home when I put on that dress.
  • Alex: Let's slow dance it out.
50 Famous Quotes of Fashion's Greatest.

1 ) “One is never over-dressed or under-dressed with a Little Black Dress.” —Karl Lagerfeld

2) “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” —Coco Chanel

3) “I firmly believe that with the right footwear one can rule the world.” —Bette Midler

4) “I loathe narcissism, but I approve of vanity.” —Diana Vreeland

5) “A woman’s dress should be a like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.” —Sophia Loren

6) “I like my money right where I can see it…hanging in my closet.” —Carrie Bradshaw

7) “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” —Kate Moss

8) “I can’t concentrate in flats!” —Victoria Beckham

9) “I don’t do fashion. I am fashion.” —Coco Chanel

10) “Walk like you have three men walking behind you.” —Oscar de la Renta

11) “You can have anything you want in life if you dress for it.” —Edith Head

12) “Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life.” —Bill Cunningham

13) “When in doubt, wear red.” —Bill Blass

14) “I don’t design clothes. I design dreams.” —Ralph Lauren

15) “Clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them.” —Marc Jacobs

16) “Fashions fade, style is eternal.” —Yves Saint Laurent

17) “Anyone can get dressed up and glamorous, but it is how people dress in their days off that are the most intriguing.” —Alexander Wang

18) “How can you live the high life if you do not wear the high heels?” —Sonia Rykiel

19) “Don’t be into trends. Don’t make fashion own you, but you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way to live.” —Gianni Versace

20) “In difficult times, fashion is always outrageous.” —Elsa Schiaparelli

21) “You can never take too much care over the choice of your shoes. Too many women think that they are unimportant, but the real proof of an elegant woman is what is on her feet.” —Christian Dior

22) “Fashion is what you’re offered four times a year by designers. And style is what you choose.” —Lauren Hutton

23) “The dress must follow the body of a woman, not the body following the shape of the dress.” —Hubert de Givenchy

24) “I know what women want. They want to be beautiful.” —Valentino Garavani

25) “A woman who doesn’t wear perfume has no future.” —Coco Chanel

26) “People will stare. Make it worth their while.” —Harry Winston

27) “Luxury is the ease of a t-shirt in a very expensive dress.” ―Karl Lagerfeld

28) “And now, I’m just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.” —Lady Gaga

29) “My look is attainable. Women can look like Audrey Hepburn by flipping out their hair, buying the large sunglasses, and the little sleeveless dresses.” —Audrey Hepburn

30) “A little bad taste is like a nice splash of paprika. We all need a splash of bad taste—it’s hearty, it’s healthy, it’s physical. I think we could use more of it. No taste is what I’m against.” —Diana Vreeland

31) “Elegance is elimination.” —Cristóbal Balenciaga

32) “Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.” —Rachel Zoe

33) “Men tell me that I’ve saved their marriages. It costs them a fortune in shoes, but it’s cheaper than a divorce. So I’m still useful, you see” —Manolo Blahnik

34) “What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today, when human contacts are so quick. Fashion is instant language.” —Miuccia Prada

35) “In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.” —Coco Chanel

36) “Attitude is everything.” —Diane von Furstenberg

37) “We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.” —Yves Saint Laurent

38) “Playing dress-up begins at age five and never truly ends.” —Kate Spade

39) “Elegance is not standing out, but being remembered.” —Giorgio Armani

40) “Your dresses should be tight enough to show you’re a woman and loose enough to show you’re a lady.” —Edith Head

41) “The hardest thing in fashion is not to be known for a logo, but to be known for a silhouette.” —Giambattista Valli

42) “I don’t approach fashion. Fashion approaches me!” —Daphne Guinness

43) “We have this saying, Christy and I. We don’t wake up for less than $10,000 a day.” —Linda Evangelista

44) “My look is a cocktail. I’m not as nicely turned out as the french, but I don’t care like the English.” —Jane Birkin

45) “More is more and less is a bore.” —Iris Apfel

46) “Clothes are like a good meal, a good movie, great pieces of music.” —Michael Kors

47) “I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity—all I hope for in my clothes. —Yves Saint Laurent

48) "Whoever said that money can’t buy happiness, simply didn’t know where to go shopping.” —Bo Derek

49) “Big girls need big diamonds.” —Elizabeth Taylor

50) “Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.” —Karl Lagerfeld


Finn| Into Your Arms |Bálor

Title; Into Your Arms

Pairing; Finn Bálor/Reader

Word Count; 5523

Summary; If it’s just a game, then I like the way that we play.

Warnings;  NSFW. Body painting leading to smut. Smut for smut’s sake. Here be no plot. Latex free.

A/N; Found this little gem saved in my documents from months ago because I forgot about it. Heathens!Tyler is a work in progress. Thinking next week.  You know what to do fam. Leave me some noise and kisses.

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Best Undressed: Josh Dun smut

Y/N: Sorry I fell off the face of the earth. I was super busy and I still kind of am but I’m going to just see where this goes and keep doing requests and stuff whenever I get a chance. Okay love you all xoxo

Anonymous said:
concept: y/n is supposed to have dinner with tyler and jenna but while y/n is trying to get dressed, every time y/n puts something on, josh takes something else off…?

*female reader, smut

Water rushed down against your skin, hair tousled between your fingers, soapy suds sliding down your back, steam rising from the shower, your lips pressed together, eyes closed, humming a soft tune of a song your boyfriend had been caught listening to earlier that day. Warm showers were always something you enjoyed, the way the water glided down your body, messy hair cascading down your shoulders, steamy hot air surrounding you, able to close your eyes and be alone. Although you had enjoyed some pretty amazing shower sessions with your boyfriend Josh in the past, you had to admit that sometimes being alone was just as pleasurable.

As you rinsed yourself off and stepped out of the shower, you looked in the mirror, drawing a smiley face in the foggy glass simply for your own amusement, then snatching a towel and wrapping it around your body. You walked out of the bathroom and stepped into your bedroom, picking up your phone and eyes going wide. “Fuck,” you gasped.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Josh raised an eyebrow, turning around to reveal his outfit, a fine tuxedo with a tie to match your outfit. “Oh gosh.”

“Yeah,” you gulped nervously. “I’m going to make us so fucking late. In fact, I think we already are. Geez, I am so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Josh reassured.

“Not it’s not,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “Dammit I even called to make sure you were already dressed when you came home from work and that I’d be ready for you to pick me up and I just feel-”

“Sweetie, it’s fine. Really,” Josh insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed across from where you were standing, nervously biting your lower lip. “We have dinner with Tyler and Jenna every month. I’m sure being a little late once won’t totally ruin our relationship with them. They’re very forgiving.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, closing your eyes tight, cursing yourself over and over in your head. “You don’t understand. Jenna’s been trying to get these reservations for months. It’s one of the fanciest restaurants in town and they’re constantly busy, I can’t believe I’m already running late.”

“Y/n, trust me. It’s going to be okay,” Josh explained.

“Why didn’t you knock on the door and tell me?” you groaned.

“I just got home,” he told you. “I thought you were just in the bathroom or something. I didn’t know you were taking a shower.”

“I’m so screwed,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair. “Please call Tyler and tell him we’re on our way. I’ve got to get dressed.”

“Babe,” Josh eyed you up and down slowly. “I’m telling you, honest, it’s fine.”

“Shut up and call him,” you insisted, rushing over to your closet and trying to find the dress you had agreed on wearing for over a week now. Your stupid ass ruined everything, and it was something you and Jenna had planned for almost forever, everything down to the smallest detail. You felt like crying, but forced yourself to suck it up, try to clear your mind, forget about it, and instead, use as much time as you had right now to change things and make it right. You were so angry at yourself, knowing you had already fucked everything up. You fumbled for the dress, finally picking the hanger out of the closet and taking a step back when you felt two arms snake around your hips, pulling your back so it was pressed against his chest.

“I think you need to lose the towel, sweetheart,” Josh whispered in your ear.

“I think you need to prioritize,” you narrowed your eyes, turning around and pushing him back.

“I am,” he nodded. “You’ve always been my number one priority.”

“Jenna’s going to be pissed,” you grumbled.

“No she’s not,” he rolled his eyes. You discarded your towel and Josh instantly smirked, eyes gazing at your exposed body. “Besides, we’re already late anyways.”

“Exactly. That means we need to hurry the hell up,” you argued. You paced over to the dresser, tugging it open and bending down to pick up your bra and underwear, Josh raising his eyebrows and eyeing you carefully. “Oh stop it. We don’t have time for this.”

“We always have time for this,” Josh reminded. You glared at him and slid on your panties, watching as he skillfully removed his tie from around his neck, then the suit jacket.

“We’re supposed to be getting dressed,” you snapped, fixing on your bra as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Not undressed.”

“I know,” he shrugged, undoing the last button and tossing the dress shirt across the bed.

“Josh,” you hissed, grabbing your dress and stepping into it, pulling it up towards your body as he unbuckled his pants, unzipping them, slowly sliding them down as you adjusted your dress. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You tell me,” he winked, kicking off his pants and walking over to you slowly.

“Joshua,” you stated his name more forcefully this time, trying to stay serious and angry. “Put on your goddamn clothes. We’re so fucking late.” It took every particle within your being not to stop and stare at his chest, the way his muscles accentuated his tattoo sleeve, how wonderful he looked, how you just wanted to run your hands down his skin and kiss him all over. No, you couldn’t think about that. You had to get to the restaurant and you needed to do it now.

“Mmm I think I’d rather stay in for the night,” he insisted. “I mean, my clothes are off, I’m kind of comfortable, and you look really lovely in that dress. Kind of makes me want to see what’s underneath again, for a longer period of time than the last maybe. I mean, you did get dressed sort of quick-”

“Goodness gracious, Josh!” you finally lost it, rage boiling up inside of you, fists clenched at your sides. “We plan a dinner for how many weeks and then we can’t even get there on time, much less get dressed? This is ridiculous!”

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he smiled, managing to somehow look past all the fury overflowing from inside you.

“Shut up,” you maintained your glare, glancing down for a split second to realize he had a hard on before flickering your eyes up to meet his, still trying to fight the temptation.

“Come on baby, you know you want to,” he sighed, slowly moving his hand down his chest to his boxers. He dipped his thumb underneath the fabric, outlining the waistband, slowly moving it lower, exposing his hips. “I’m already hard.”

“Fuck it,” you instantly placed your lips on his, both of you sharing an open mouthed, passionate, desperate kiss. He quickly went to work on the zipper of your dress, tugging down the fabric and picking you up out of it, placing you onto the mattress of the bed and laying down on top of you.

“Shouldn’t have even bothered getting dressed,” he mumbled in between greedy kisses.

“I should’ve known,” you chuckled, kissing him one last time before his lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin and gliding his tongue across the pain and replacing it with pleasure, leaving hickeys as he traveled towards your breasts, unhooking your bra and sliding that off of your shoulders before grazing his teeth past one of your nipples, massaging your other breast with his hand.

“So beautiful,” he barely breathed as he placed kisses on your chest.

“Shit,” you gasped, tilting your head back into the pillows as he started to move lower, palms slowly gliding down your stomach, pressing soft kisses to your belly, then your waist, and lower, until his thumbs hooked the waistband of your panties and slid them down. Before you could even say another word his mouth was on your core, licking stripes up and down your folds, making you let out a loud moan. “Holy fuck, Josh.”

“That’s right, y/n,” he mumbled, moving his hand over your entrance and slowly inserting a finger, pumping it in and out, flicking his tongue against your skin. “Say my name.”

“Oh god, Josh,” you moaned even louder, him inserting another finger and picking up the pace, his tongue tracing circles over your clit, making you grab fistfuls of his hair, tugging at it desperately. You were so close to cumming when he pulled away, making you whimper for more, and he licked his lips, smirking as he slowly sucked your fluids off his fingers, remaining eye contact with you the entire time.

“You want this, baby?” he stroked a hand over his clothed cock. “You sure you don’t want to go to the dinner? I mean, if you really insist, I’m pretty sure you were set on going. I’m sure we can just-”

“No,” you shook your head. “Josh, don’t tease me.”

“I don’t know,” he looked away innocently. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s best we just go back, apologize, still try to make it.”

“Shut up,” you demanded, turning him over onto the mattress so you were straddling his hips, tugging down his boxers and sliding them off his ankles, tossing them off of the bed. “I want to fuck you so bad. You keep tempting me, keep teasing me, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

“Then do it,” he stared at me, brown eyes intimidating and overwhelming yet so fucking tempting. “If you want it so badly babe, all you need to do is fuck me. Fuck me good and fuck me hard.”

“Whatever you say,” you smirked, carefully taking his dick in your hands and lining him up with your entrance before pushing down, sliding every inch inside of you, gasping and tilting your head up, listening to Josh let out a soft moan.

“Oh fuck y/n,” he bit down on his lower lip. “Ride me, baby. Fuck me so good.”

“You don’t have to say it twice,” you narrowed your eyes, thrusting your hips and pushing him even deeper, moving up and down. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you faster, harder, putting you at an even quicker pace. With every thrust you grew closer, your legs trembling, gasps and moans starting to get harder to restrain. Josh was a mess too, and you could feel from the way his movements began to get sloppy, more desperate, both of you barely hanging on.

“Shit,” he moaned as you both orgasmed, riding out waves of euphoria as you both came, your sweaty and exhausted body soon collapsing on top of his, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. “Dammit you feel so good, y/n.”

“Totally worth it,” you let out a light chuckle, his arms wrapping around you and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “What are we going to tell Tyler and Jenna though?”

“We’ll figure something out,” Josh reassured. Just then, his phone rang from the nightstand and you both stared at it. “Maybe I should get it. It’s Tyler after all.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, reaching for it and then handing it to Josh. You were surprised there weren’t any missed phone calls or texts.

“Hey Ty, look I’m so sorry-” Josh began to say but Tyler was already speaking.

“I’m so sorry, look, Jenna and I got a little distracted and I guess we weren’t keeping track of time. We didn’t make it to the reservations, I’m so sorry dude, you must’ve been waiting forever,” Tyler quickly explained. Josh blinked for a few seconds, staring at you and then laughing. “Wait. You’re not mad?”

“It’s kind of a funny story,” Josh stifled a laugh. “Me and y/n never ended up making it either. We sort of had the same predicament you guys did.”

“Ah, I’m not sure it was quite the same,” Tyler insisted with a small chuckle. “I’m sure you both had quite the uh, distraction though, too.”

“Believe me, I did,” Josh grinned. “Anyways, we’ll do dinner some other time I’m guessing?”

“Sure,” Tyler decided. “Anyways, you two enjoy your uh, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Why? What were you two doing?” Josh raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Watching a movie,” Tyler stuttered.

“You sure it was a movie?” Josh persisted.

“Oh shut up,” Tyler argued, you could practically hear the eye roll from on the other side of the line. “Dinner next week work for you?”

“Yeah,” Josh nodded. “See you later.” He hung up the phone and then set it on the night stand before turning towards you again.

“So, we’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves I assume?” you asked.

“You bet your ass we do,” Josh smiled. “You know what that means?”

“We put our clothes back on like normal people and go out to dinner ourselves?” you raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Josh. I didn’t buy that dress for nothing.”

“You always looked best undressed, sweetheart,” he insisted. “I was thinking something a little different.”

“Then what?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I was thinking we should just stay in for the night,” he winked. “That means we have time for round two.”

Desperate for Love [Suga Angst]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“Desperate for love is a weak emotion.” 

You wanted him to grab your hand, hold it and make you feel loved and warm just by the slight touch. You wanted him to look at you, like you were the only girl for him, the only one who could capture his heart. You wanted to have those lips on yours, giving you the first kiss worth remembering. You wanted him to love you, feel the same for you as you felt for him.

Min Yoongi was cold when you knew that deep down, he was a warm hearted person who cared. Under all that fake stone hard face, you knew there was once a different Yoongi. Although he was rude and mean towards everyone, including you, you still found yourself in deep, deep love.

You wished that you could say that you could see who the nice Min Yoongi was. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t readable. His mysterious vibes and personality was something any other human would avoid. He wasn’t someone you wanted to involve yourself in.

The problem was, you couldn’t keep yourself away from him.

He was beautiful.

He was beautiful with whatever scar he had over his heart that made him the way he was.

Min Yoongi was your roommate of three years and through all those years, never once have you heard him laugh or seen him smile. He didn’t do smiles, he smirked.

Since the day he moved into your apartment after contacting you and asking if you were still hiring out the guest room, you had accepted him after searching up him on Facebook. He was hot, was your first thought when that profile picture of him appeared on your screen, late that evening.

Now, three years later, it still felt like you knew as much about him as you knew three years ago, nothing much, even if you were now his girlfriend of a month.

After years of threats and deals from your side, you were now his girlfriend but that didn’t mean that he was any different. He still made it pretty clear that the two of you should keep your lives separately although you lived in the same apartment.

“Food’s ready!” You shouted and placed down the two plates of creamy pasta that you had made for yourself and Yoongi.

A few minutes later, Yoongi appeared with a towel over his shoulders, his hair still wet from the shower. Your eyes automatically travelled down his tight fitting tee before up to his well sculpted face again. “Uhm- Here.” You said, blushing before giving him his fork.


You nodded and sat down in front of him on one of the bar stools.

This was what he could do to you. One moment you could be perfectly fine, talking like a normal person and even singing to one of your favourite songs. But whenever he looked that good, which was basically everyday, you couldn’t help but fangirl over your own boyfriend, on the inside.

“How was your day?” You asked, taking a bite from your pasta.


Once again, you nodded and bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say next since he didn’t ask you about your day.

“I had a great day today, I went to the interview I told you about two days ago. You know the one for the skin care company?” That somehow caught his attention because he looked up to you from his phone with raised eyebrow.

“The Face Shop?” You nodded, gulping down some water. “Yeah, that one. I know you told me not to apply for that work but there’s absolutely no other choice. I’ve been trying to find a job - for what - over a year now.”

“I told you I don’t want you to work at that place. You can find another job, Y/N.” He said, looking at you with a seriousness that you had never seen him in before.

“Why? I need money and they’re kind enough to let me work there. I’ve met the boss as well. She’s really kind and she’s young, perfect. I don’t want to get into a fight with an old lady again.” I explained, remembering back to my previous job that I said up from because of the bossy bitch of an owner.

The fork he was holding on was set down with a thud before he stood up, his breathing hard.

“I’ll tell you once again, Y/N. I don’t want you to work there and it’s best if you listen to me.” He warned, making you completely shocked. “What?”

“Listen, we can find you another job, okay?”

“No. This is my chance, Yoongi. My boss even told me that she was going to pay me more if I could do my work. I won’t just give that up because you said so. And what’s up with that tone? Why would you use that tone with your… with your girlfriend?”

“You gotta be kidding me,” he sighed and pulled a hand through his hair. “Are you using that against me right now? So what if you’re my girlfriend? Do you even consider this as a relationship? Have you even had a boyfriend before? How childish are you, Y/N?!” Shocked and angry, you stood up as well and walked over to his side, facing him.

“So what if I consider this as a relationship? So what if you’re my first boyfriend? So what if I’m being childish? At least I’m not being moody twenty-four seven, like you!” You snapped, glaring at him.

He didn’t even budge a bit. He just stared at you. Before he burst out into laughter.

If it was any day but that day, you’d be happy to finally hear his laugh but then you realized that this wasn’t a laugh that told you that this was all a joke, that he was just kidding, that everything had been a prank.

No, it was a humorless one and you hated it more then his stone hard, careless face.

“Agreeing to this ridiculous thing was a big fucking mistake. You’re naive, bothersome and nothing but a big fucking mistake. You’re desperate, Y/N.” He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before throwing it on the not up eaten plate of pasta. He was turning around, stalking towards his room when you decided that it was enough.

“Do you even like me, Min Yoongi? Or am I just what you just called, naive, bothersome and a fucking big mistake? Oh, and let’s not forget desperate. Is that everything you see in me?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. This was not a time to look like a loser.

“That’s exactly what I think of you, Y/N. The only reason I agreed to the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing was because I felt bad for you. You’re desperate for me to show you any kind of affection and it got annoying, I had to do something. And then you’re naive, not even realising that I don’t want anything to do with you.”

You took a few steps towards him with your clenched fists by your side to keep you sane. “Why are you like this? Why are you treating me like I’m nothing when all I’ve done is to care for you?”

He looked at you and something in his eyes flicked before it vanished and he was back to his stone cold face. But this time, there was a frown on his face.

“You want to know why?” He asked before continuing without even waiting for my response.

“You’re not my style. You’re not someone I can fall in love with. You’re childish and annoying and carefree. You fall too easily and you love too hard.”

It hurt, what he said, it hurt like a thousands of needles just went through your whole body before repeating the same process for several times. God. “That’s not the only reason, isn’t it?” You asked, challenging him to confess everything.

“There’s more than those things about me, right? You’re cold to everyone. You’re rude and you don’t care about people who cares for you. Why are you like this, Min Yoongi? Why do you treat people like they’re not worth a shit?” With each question, you took a step closer to where he stood, just outside his room.

He seemed shocked about your questions because something flicked in his eyes once again, but this time, it stayed. He looked so fragile that you were afraid that he was going to break. You had never seen him react to something you said like that. He’d usually just ignore it because, apparently, you were annoying.

“Answer the damn question, Min Yoongi.” You said, this time, you took two big steps until you were a few feet away from him. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”


“You’re not her.”

It was enough but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re not her and you will never be her. You’re name’s not Ji Hyo. You don’t have her short, wavy hair. You don’t look like her and you don’t even have the same accent. You don’t have dresses and you don’t use make up. You’re desperate for my attention when I was the one desperate for her attention.” His eyes softened but his shoulders stiffened, as well as his whole body.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts just by knowing that she could still have such an affection on you everyday because of her damn company?! Her face is everywhere I go and now, I’ll need to hear about her from your mouth as well?” You gulped and watched as his forehead made a small crease between his eyebrows.

“I love her even when she’s not here but I don’t love you even when you’re here, constantly. I miss her when the last thing I want is to see her but I don’t miss you even if you leave home for days. I need her as if she’s my oxygen but I don’t need you even if you give me everything that I need. I want her like she’s some kind of obsession but I don’t want you, because you’re too easy.”

“Stop, please, stop.” You said, collapsing down on the floor when you felt like your legs would give out any time.

He looked down at you before saying something that would break you and leave scars all over.

“I will never be able to let her go, like I can let you go.”


Hello my butterflies!

Hope you guys are doing great and enjoying your weekend. I’ve missed you guys dearly, I’ve missed writing one shots and spending some time here on tumblr. 

And tomorrow’s bangtanboysoneshot7′s seventeenth anniversary! Wow, it’s been over a year since we started this blog and I’ve met so many great people here and improved my writing as well as gotten steps closer to ARMY and BTS by heart. 

I hope you enjoyed this one shot, please let me know if you did by giving it a heart and if you want a part 2, please let me know about that as well! 

I miss & love you loads! Please take care! ~

EXO Reaction when their usually nerdy/geeky bff shows up all dressed at an event to support them

How do I even explain that all I wear is pants and jeans and whatever shirt I find in my closet XD XO, Admin A~

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“Hey you pretty lady… let’s forget about this party and run away together” *You drive him crazy*


*Can’t stop staring at you* “I’m sorry but… this is too much even for me. I love this look on you” *Can’t stop blushing either*


*Doesn’t mind showing you around* “Oh come on… you can’t hide forever! Let them see that beauty of yours”


*Won’t close his mouth the whole night* “B-b-beautiful…. s-stunning…woah”


“Now I’m not sure if I’m suitable to be your date tonight… you are like a goddess” *Feeling a little flirty*


“We need to take a picture like now! I don’t know when I’ll ever see you again with a dress… you look so beautiful!” *Impossible to hide his secret crush on you*


“Oh my… come here baby… come to Daddy Baek” *Can’t even control his pervy side*


“You see that girl that is just arriving? She’s my future wife” *Has completely made up his mind*


*Feeling really nervous* “I’m sorry Y/N… I don’t know why you are making me so nervous… I mean, I see you everyday but… you look really pretty tonight”


*Really trying to hide his smile* “Why is my heart beating so fast? Why can’t I stop loooking at her, specially tonight?” *Baby is in love*


“Of course you look good Y/N! More than good! You should wear contacts more often.. I love staring into your eyes” *Always so honest, so pure*


“It’s funny you know.. how I brought you a rose tonight but you came to me looking as beautiful as one…”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

With All My Heart - Part 9

Word Count: 2562

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst, some mentions of depression/anxiety, medical situations

A/N: Tags for this series are closed. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

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The week leading up to your surgery you felt mostly numb. You weren’t scared or anxious. Just numb. Your parents had come to Texas and were staying in your house while you still stayed with Jensen. Jensen had noticed your change in demeanor and while he was trying to change it by staying upbeat, he wasn’t pushing the issue. He didn’t want to come on too strong.

Now that the IV was out of your arm you could go in the pool and that was where you could be found most of the time, floating on a raft or just on your back in the water, eyes closed, lost in thought. “Hey.” Jensen approached, sitting on the side of the pool and dangling his legs into the water. “Everyone’s gonna be here soon for dinner. Unless you wanna cancel.”

“We can’t cancel now.” You sighed and dragged yourself out of the pool. “Besides, your parents are coming and I’ve never met them. I don’t want them to hate me for canceling.”

“They wouldn’t hate you.” Jensen grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body. “You’ve talked to ‘em on the phone. They love you just as much as I do. We’ll make dinner quick and kick everyone out and then it’ll just be me and you.”

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RIP To My Youth pt. 2

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: It’s the next day and despite the nerves, Y/N is ready to show off her new look to everyone at school. How will they react? With the Vixens tryouts right around the corner and unwelcomed run-ins with Jughead, support from other members of the scooby gang will be needed.

Warnings: Just a few swears it’s all good. 

Word Count: 4343 (Yeah I know it’s pretty long so yano, make yourself a cup of tea, sit down, get comfy and give it a read)

You know in those cliché teen movies where the protagonist walks through the halls of their high school and it’s all in slow motion with some kind of empowering music playing in the background and it’s just completely over dramatic? 

Well, that’s pretty much exactly what I felt like walking into school today, whether that was a good thing or not was an entirely different issue. I was turning heads, to say the least; I put so much effort into my appearance today that I kinda felt like if I didn’t achieve this response I would have completely failed. I tried my best to keep up a confident demeanour, and to my surprise, I was holding up rather well. I think that little pep talk I had with myself in the mirror this morning might have actually worked, hell yes.  

 My burgundy dress clung to my body as I glided down the hallway, ignoring the stares I was receiving a little further up I could see Archie, Ronnie and Kevin in a group by their lockers, they were deep in conversation and hadn’t spotted me yet. Unfortunately for me, in order to get to them, I was going to have to walk past the vast majority of the football team, who were all laughing about something in a group by their lockers.

 My heart sped up and I could feel my pulse quicken, I prayed they wouldn’t say anything as my usual encounters with them usually involved them teasing me in some petty juvenile way. 

As I passed them I held my breath and to my dismay but also surprisingly I was met with a symphony of cat calls, without thinking I turned my head to look at them, I made direct eye contact with the big man on campus himself Reggie Mantle, he just looked at me arms folded leaning against his locker and smirked. I was surprised because usually, he’d call me a freak or something uncreative like Wednesday Adams which Jughead and I had both been called numerous times throughout our years here.  I rolled my eyes rising above it and quickly made my way over to the three familiar faces by the lockers.

 “OH MY GOD” Veronica nearly yelled as she eyed me up and down when I stood next to her, “oh my god is right, YES why didn’t you tell us you were going all extreme makeover, that dress and your hair is literally giving me life right now” Kevin said with a look of amazement in his eyes. “Well, I thought I needed a little change,” I said laughing at the look on their faces. “You look amazing Y/N, I can’t get over this” Ronnie continued, she proceeded to literally poke me in the face, I looked at her as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing’, “sorry I just had to make sure this was real” a big smile was now painted across her face. “I think you broke Archie” Kevin motioned to the red headed boy whose mouth was wide open. Kevin’s words immediately brought Archie out of whatever strange trance he was in “H-hey Y/N, sorry it’s just really weird seeing you look so, so” Archie started “So hot!” Veronica finished. This made all of us laugh in unison.

“I was actually wondering if you two would come shopping with me this weekend, If I’m going to keep up this look I’m gonna need help from the experts” I motioned towards Kevin and Ronnie. “Of course! We will be your fashion fairy godparents, ready to give you all the style advice and direction you need” Veronica said looking at Kevin who nodded in approval of her statement.  

“Thank you guys so much” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Sorry Arch, I’d ask you too but I don’t think girly shopping trips are really your forte” I said looking at Archie.

 “Don’t worry no offence taken you’re right, but maybe I can meet you guys at Pop’s afterwards?” Archie replied. “But of course Archiekins, after a day of retail therapy Pop’s milkshakes are the only way to regain one’s strength” Veronica answered.

 “Oh my god I completely forgot to mention, Cheryl’s having a party at her house this Saturday too, apparently her parents are heading out of town to meet with a private investigator and she’s throwing a party to celebrate her mother giving her back the River Vixens and the new recruit she’s picking after school, so naturally I got the whole gang invited, Veronica Lodge does not disappoint” Ronnie said clapping her hands and grinning, this was met with the rest of us grinning excitedly and thanking her.

 However all I could now think of was that damn audition today, I’d almost forgotten about it, this news of a party being thrown practically in honour of the new recruit was enough to turn the butterflies in my stomach into grenades. The bell signalling the start of first period cut off this thought and brought me right back into reality. “Oh god, we’d better get going, see you guys in the student lounge at lunch break?” Kevin asked, we all agreed to meet there and went our separate ways.

 What class did I have first today? Shit, it was English. My stomach dropped and the grenades started exploding in a far fiercer manor. Jughead was in this class, what the hell was I going to do. Taking a deep breath I started walking rather slowly, in some last ditch effort to delay what was to come; however, in the back of my mind, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to escape the inevitable.  

 By the time I reached my class everyone was already inside and the teacher had begun talking, great if I wasn’t nervous enough to see Jughead I’d have to do the awkward “dash to my seat/ apologise for being late” stunt.

 I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door to the classroom, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Walking in I looked at the teacher who had a surprised look on her face, “ah sorry I’m late Mrs Jackson” I said, before I could scan the room for a seat, the teacher quickly added “oh I didn’t know we were getting a new student today, why isn’t there an office aid with you?”

 What the fuck, did she really think I was a new student; honestly I didn’t think I looked THAT different. Then again she was pretty damn old, needless to say, I was still rather embarrassed. I heard some muffled laughs coming from the students already seated, ignoring them I looked at my teacher, in hope of her getting a better look at my face “Uh Mrs Jackson, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in this class all year” I said trying to sound as polite as possible, the muffled laughter continued “oh so It is! I’m so sorry dear you look quite different today, please take a seat and try not to be late next time” I gave her a flat smile and turned to scan the room.

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Aisle 13

by Justina Ireland

It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom.  Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.

I was not one of the lucky few.

No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell.  We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.

“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.

“C,” I say.  “What about you?”

“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me.  His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.

I shrug.  “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”

“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely.  “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk?  Who knew they were an endangered species?”

Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.  

I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo.  “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway.  No one goes adventuring anymore.”

He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell.  No one even glances at him.

“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school.  Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.

I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn.  Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him.  He’s much calmer now.  It’s probably the apple.  Centaurs freaking love apples.

“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question.  “Absolutely nothing.”


The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.

We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush.  She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown.  I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.”  The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?

“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew.  My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here.  It’s summer.  It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really.  So why is she hassling me?

“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about.  Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly.  Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit.  That’s where he met Mom.  I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.  After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop.  I mean, you should really get a job this summer.  Don’t you agree, Brock?”

A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.

I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest.  Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive.  I’d be lucky if he even paid me.

Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet.  “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”

“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”

Mom stops and turns to me slowly.  Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks.  She is pissed.  “Removing hexes is not gross.  Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”

“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.”  Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well.  I chose spellweaving instead.  I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.

Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad.  “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”

“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper.  “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”

“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say.  Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.

I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.

“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke.  Then Dad raises his paper again.  “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games.  Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”

And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.

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A Damsel & Her Knight

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: can i make a request for just pure dean fluff? like a stubborn and independent reader being a complete damsel and dean just being super protective and taking care of her?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Fluffy protective Dean coming up…

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Got Me Good (Archie x Reader Oneshot)

You and Archie are best friends, who happen to flirt with each other. Everyone thinks it’s obvious you’re smitten with each other but neither of you have the courage to say anything. One night at a party a little liquid courage helps ease the tension.

Characters: Archie x Reader, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin.

Warnings: Heated making out, underage drinking.

Word Count: 1457

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

As was tradition on a Saturday night in Riverdale, we were getting ready to head to a party at Thornhill. We arranged to get ready at Betty’s. Her parents were away for the weekend plus she was the most trustworthy, nobody’s parents would bat an eyelid at the innocent sleepover we proposed. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Veronica.

‘Oh thank god, you’re here. I’m having a major outfit crisis!’ I hid a laugh as we walked upstairs, Veronica had the biggest wardrobe out of us all and yet she was the one with the crisis.

‘Yay, you’re here!’ Betty jumped up and hugged me, with one side of her hair curled and the other straight. We were definitely getting into party mode.

‘So what’s this outfit emergency?’ I dared to ask. Veronica stood with a dress in either hand. Each looked exquisitely made, clearly designer.

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Don’t know what’s going on but I am in a writing mood lately, don’t mind me! I was in the mood for some needy Shawn coming back from touring, so here ya go! This is also inspired by Dua Lipa’s song ‘Homesick’.

Warning: Smut ahead!

You give me a reason, something to believe in
I know, I know, I know
You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in
I know, I know, I know
It’s a bittersweet feeling
Longing, and I’m leaving
I go, I go, I go
But I wish I was there with you
Oh, I wish I was there with you

“I’ve missed you so much,” Shawn mumbled, breathing against my neck, while pressing my back closer against his hard chest. 

We were sitting on the floor in his new Toronto apartment, Shawn leaning against the sofa, his long legs spread wide so that I could sit between them, leaning against him.

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Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Here’s Vegas 3, enjoy this banter, sin, and fluff. I enjoyed writing it. I love this series so much, actually. Oh yeah, and this is only halfway edited, so don’t kill me if there are careless mistakes.

Word Count: 2293

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. quickie, mouth covering, trying not to get caught sex

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

“Daveed!” You yelled frustratingly from his kitchen. It was the morning after the concert and you were sore, frustrated, and most of all energy-deprived, so when you realized that you couldn’t reach the coffee mugs in his kitchen, you were already fed up.

You felt a warm pair of bare arms snake themselves around your waist and a body press itself against you from behind.

“Hmm?” Daveed’s breath was hot against your neck, creating goosebumps on your body.

You sighed, subconsciously leaning back into him. “Why do you put your coffee mugs so damn high on the shelf? You know I can’t reach them.”

“My bad,” he murmured, reaching up to grab a mug for you and set it on the counter. You knew he was smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “But it’s not my fault you’re short.”

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A/N: This was inspired by a conversation that I had with @kamuithedragonlord and was partially written through a group chat with her, @cait-writes-stuff, and @hey-haylee.

Tim knew he messed up. He hadn’t planned on staying out this late. His phone had died and he had forgotten to check the time and now he was sneaking back into the manor at 3 am. He unlocked the door and took off his shoes before turning the knob and stepping in.

All the lights were off and there wasn’t a bat in sight, Timmy noted with a sigh. He was about to make his way to his room when the lights flicked on. Timmy turned with a groan to see Dick and Roy standing there in their suits with their arms crossed over their chests. Tim was especially chagrined to notice the mischievous gleam in the red haired archer’s eyes.

“Timberly Janice Drake, where have you been? We did not raise you to be a heathen, young lady.” Roy said in a high pitched imitation of a southern mom’s voice.

“What the fuck.” Tim said under his breath. It was entirely too late at night for this kind of conversation.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that.” Nightwing said in a stern voice. “Now you listen to me, young man. Did you do the drugs? Huh? Or was it the alcohol? As your parents, we have a right to know.”

“You guys aren’t my parents…” Tim said, eyeing the grown men standing before him.

“Who told you?” Roy said in a horrified tone. He turned to Dick. “I told you we should have sent him to a boarding school, but no you said. He should go to my alma mater. It will do him good.”

“Calm down, dear. We can still work this out. Timmy, just because you aren’t biologically ours doesn’t mean you aren’t our baby.” Dick crooned as he leaned forward and pinched one of Tim’s cheeks.

Tim batted Dick’s hand away. “You two are fucking weird. I am leaving.”

“It’s because we are gay, isn’t it? You just cannot stand the fact that you have two fathers who are still together after all these years so you act out to try and spite us.” Roy cried out.

“You two aren’t even together.” Tim retorted.

“Just because the divorce is final doesn’t mean that we don’t love each other and it sure as hell doesn’t mean we are going to let our baby ruin his life by running around with delinquents.” Dick explained.

Roy walked over to where Tim stood and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Timmy, dear are you gay? Were you sneaking out to see your boyfriend? It’s that Superboy isn’t it? It’s perfectly alright if you are, Timberly! We will love and support you no matter who you love.” He kissed Tim’s temple and held him close. Tim stiffened before pulling away from Roy.

“Conner and I are just friends, not that it is any of your information though.” Tim said as he started to back out of the room. “That’s what they all say at first, darling.” Roy said with a wink. “I thought your father and I were ‘Just friends’ too for a long while, but then I realized what nice ass he had…”

“Where do you think you are going, young man? Do you think this is over? Um, no, you still haven’t told us where you were.” Dick said as Tim reached the door.

“Out.” Tim replied as he tried to leave the room, only to be pulled back by Roy.

“Not good enough, baby boy. We need details.” He purred as he steered Tim towards the table. They all sat down before the interrogation began. Dick leaned forward and started asking rapid fire questions that Tim quickly answered.

“So what did you do?”


“Who’d you go with?”


“You know Bruce isn’t going to be happy about this.”

“You know Babs probably isn’t going to appreciate you two pulling this shit again.”

“She’s recording it.”


“Language, young man. A few more words like that will earn you a bar of soap to the mouth.” Roy chimed in. “I blame that rock music. It just ruins so many good kids. You know Jason was a good kid. Then he listened to that My Chemical Romance and now he murders people.”

Tim groaned and set his head down on the table.

“Is he hungover? Does he look hungover to you?” Roy said, leaning in to look closely at Tim’s face.

“What horrible sins did I commit in a past life to warrant me being tortured by you two?” Tim whined against the table.

“I don’t know, honey. Maybe you didn’t pay your taxes? Got one too many parking tickets? Maybe you catcalled a chick on the street? Could be any number of things really.” Roy said, casting a side eye at Dick.

“That was one time and we weren’t even together.” He grumbled.

“You have had a wandering eye since the day you were born, Richard Grayson. Don’t even try and tell me otherwise.” Roy declared.

“Can I just go to bed now while you two work out whatever your relationship is?” Tim said as he stood up.

“Sit down!” Roy and Dick yelled simultaneously. Tim wordlessly sat down.

“My mother warned me about you, Dick. She said I shouldn’t marry you and that any kid I had with you was gonna turn out to be a jerk just like you.” Roy sniffled, wiping away his imaginary tears with a handkerchief he had pulled out of his belt.

“What on earth are you three doing in my kitchen at this hour?” All three turned to look. Alfred was standing there with a dressing gown and a disapproving frown.

“Just making sure that Timmy enjoyed his night out. We were just going to bed now though weren’t we?” Dick said, turning to the other two as they enthusiastically nodded.

“Thanks for saving the day, Alfred.” Tim said as he walked past the butler.

“No problem, Master Timothy. Neither Dick nor Roy were capable of raising a child so I felt the need to intervene.” Alfred said in a faux serious tone.

“Dude, Alfred’s your dad now. Sweet.” Roy leaned over and whispered. Tim just groaned and ran out. He could hear the laughter behind him, but he honestly didn’t even care at this point.

He entered his room and locked the door behind him. He flopped down on his bed and put his phone on the charger. As soon as it had enough charge, it lit up and showed he had one new text from Conner.

Congrats on the new dads.

B.A.P Reactions To Their S/O (You) Going Into Labour


After several hours spent at the studio, Yongguk was more than ready to head home to you. He was just on his way out, when he got the call. He reached for his phone fishing it out of his back pocket. A smile naturally graced his face when he saw it was you who was calling. 

“Hey, babe. What’s up?” He answered.

“Yongguk are you on your way home?” You asked, your tone slightly panicked. Yongguk easily picked up on this.

“Yes, why? Y/N is everything alright?” He asked with a sense of urgency needing to know if you were in any danger.

“Yes, yes don’t worry! I just- I- My water broke.”

It took him a couple of seconds to properly process what you were saying, “You’re water bro-oh fuck!”

“I hope you don’t say that when the baby arrives,” you light-heartedly joked, hoping it’d calm both you and him down a little.

“I’ll be there soon Y/N! I promise! Are you in any pain? Shit. Do you want me to call an ambulance? Wait no. Let me take you!”

You smiled slightly amused by his sudden outburst. Yongguk wasn’t one to lose his composure easily. 

“Don’t worry babe, I’m not in any pain. Just drive safely, okay?” You reassured him.

“I will! Stay on the call though so I know you’re okay.” He said as he began to run towards his car. He realized only half way home that he couldn’t stop smiling. 

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“Ahhh, this is delicious!” You exclaimed as you dug into the sugary packed waffle in front of you. Himchan couldn’t help but chuckle as he observed you from the other side of the table. 

“Jagiya,” he said, making you look up.


“You got some chocolate syrup on your cheek,” he laughed as he reached for a napkin, gently wiping it off. Your cheeks slightly brightened as you were a bit embarrassed and Himchan was practically dying at how cute you were being. 

Still feeling the stickiness remnants of the syrup on your cheek, you excused yourself to go to the washroom to quickly wash it off.

After a couple of minutes of waiting, Himchan began to wonder what was taking you so long. He was just about to go check up on you when you suddenly appeared, rushing towards the table looking more distraught then ever.

“Himchan, we need to go,” you urged.

“Did something happen?” He asked a bit confused from your sudden request to leave.

You took a deep breath, “my water broke.”

Himchan’s eyes immediately widened and in seconds he was on his feet with you rushing towards the entrance of the cafe. However, before you guys could step outside, the overwhelming feeling of excitement within Himchan snapped. He quickly turned towards the other customers shouting happily, “I’m going to be a dad,” before grabbing your hand and hurried out. 

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The sudden smell of food attacked Daehyun’s senses, wakening him from his nap. He smiled sleepily before he made his way to the kitchen only to find you hovering over the stove. 

“Jagiya,” he said softly, “what did I tell you? You have to rest.”

“I know, I know but sitting and lying around all day is really frustrating,” you tried to defend yourself.

Daehyun was having none of it thought as he gently pulled you away from the kitchen and laid you down on the couch.

“Stay right there and don’t overexert yourself. I’ll finish cooking.” With that said he made his way back to the kitchen to finish up what you had been preparing. Only a couple of minutes had gone by when he suddenly heard you squeal.

Within seconds he dropped the spatula and ran to you. Finding you standing looking startled, “Jaigya! What-” He was about to ask what happened when his eyes were suddenly drawn to the puddle pooling around your feet. He didn’t need you to say anything as he already knew what that meant. He quickly turned off the stove and helped you to the car. 

As he drove, his hands slightly shook from all the emotions suddenly ambushing him. Although you were panicking yourself, you laid your hand on top of the one he had on his knee and smiled, “don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay.”

Originally posted by zainbap


“Where are we going?” You asked for probably the tenth time since you got in the car. As you looked out the car’s window, you couldn’t help but be amazed at the beauty of the colour changing leaves streaming by. 

“I told you it was a surprise,” Youngjae laughed. He knew how impatient you could be when it came to surprises but that was apart of the fun. He loved to tease you and rile you up.

You exhaled as you suddenly recognized the familiar scenery. “You’re taking me to my parents?” 

He nodded, “I know how much you miss them.” Your eyes practically shined as you looked at him in adoration. Could you possibly love him more?

“You’re the best,” you said only to regret it due to his cocky response, “Of course I am.”

You were nearing your parents house when you suddenly felt a trickling of something wet traveling down your thighs. Your eyes widened in surprise but it wasn’t until your dress began to dampen that you realized what was going on. 

You gasped, making Youngjae look at you questioningly. 

“My water broke.”

“What?! Just now?” You nodded and his eyes widened considerably. 

“There’s a hospital nearby,” you said, “but before that, since we’re so close let’s pick up my parents.”

“Are you sure you can wait?” He asked, placing your comfort and safety above anything else.

You nodded, “yes. I want them to be there Youngjae.” That was all he needed to hear before he parked the car outside your parents house and rushed towards the door. 

Originally posted by ssonqs-archived


Like most days these days you laid cozily in Jongup’s arms, perched up against the bed. A smile always graced on your face as there was no place you’d rather be. 

“So, have you finally decided on a name?” He asked you as he gently began to rub your belly. 

“No. Of course not, you know how indecisive I am that’s why I told you to choose,” you sighed. He only laughed, “just go with whatever your heart says.”

“If I do that, then our daughter’s going to end up being named hamburger since that’s what my heart’s telling me right now.”  

Jongup laughed even harder, “I’m pretty sure that’s your stomach not your heart.” You were just about to reply when you suddenly felt the trickling of liquid flowing down your thighs. Your eyes widened in surprise and you were suddenly at lost as to what to do. 

“Jagiya? What’s wrong?” Jongup asked seeing the change in your face. You didn’t say anything but it didn’t take long for Jongup to notice your dress becoming a darker shade of purple. 

Instantly jumping into action, he helped you off the bed and helped you to the car. On the drive he made sure to call your parents while at the same time attempting to calm you down. Slight panic took over when he remembered that you hadn’t picked a name and that the two of you now only had a bit of time to decide.

Originally posted by daematos


The second you told Junhong that your water had broken, time seemed to stop. He knew it’d happen eventually and he thought he’d prepared through the 9 months but as the two of you made your way to the hospital he began to have doubts again.

You on the other hand, were surprisingly calm as you sat beside him taking deep breaths. Noticing his small frown you asked what was wrong. 

He sighed as he looked at you, “I don’t know-I just what if I’m not a good dad?What if I’m not ready?”

You smiled at him and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, “you have about as much experience with this as I do. We’re both new at this Junhong so if we screw up occasionally it’s only natural. What’s important is that we’re doing this together, remember? We’ll be fine.” 

Your words had a certain calming effect to them as they instantly put him at ease. Now wasn’t the time to freak out, he could do that later. Right now he would channel all his focus on you, making sure you were alright and that you had a safe delivery. 

Originally posted by 55kumamons

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“You heard me, darling you look perfect.” [Tom Holland Imagine]

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Summary: Tom Holland and the reader just got into a relationship and she’s really insecure about taking her make up off when she sleeps over at his because she has acne and he tries to comfort her about it.

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“Josie, you do realize I’m not the Inquisitor anymore?”

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Falling for the Frat // G.D. Mini series

Summary: Operation pignap. Step one: make grayson dolan fall for me. Step two: spend the night in his room. Step three: kidnap Percy the pig.

 A/N: Hey! So I’m trying to start a little mini series maybe and I guess this is part one! I hope you like it and leave some feedback! Also, I didn’t know what to do for the Frat/ sorority names so I just used random ones! 

Originally posted by thedolangifs

For as long as I can remember, sigma nu and kappa alpha has had the biggest rivalry in the history of Greek life. I don’t even know how it started, it’s just always been that way. Pranks were constantly happening and sometimes they went a little too far.

For instance, two months ago, the fraternity, kappa alpha, pranked my sorority, sigma nu, by filling our house with huge stickers of their mascot, Percy the pig. Those stickers were nearly impossible to peel off the walls. A few of them were still up because we couldn’t get them down. It works out well that Percy is their mascot because all the boys in that frat are, in fact, pigs. Especially this years frat president, Grayson Dolan.

Grayson and I have had our own rivalry since freshman year. It just so happened that Grayson was the president of Kappa Alpha and I’m the president of Sigma Nu. 

 The girls of Sigma Nu and i have been working out a plan ever since the sticker incident. Kappa Alpha wanted to put pigs in our sorority? We’re gonna take theirs away.

KA’s mascot, Percy the pig, is a real pig. As odd as it may seem, that pig is pretty much part of their fraternity. Percy has his own room! The boys take turns feeding him, bathing him, grooming him, and taking him on walks! They even potty trained the pig to do his business either outside or on a piece of fake grass that they bought for his room! They couldn’t live without that pig so we came up with a great idea. 

Kidnap the pig. 

But, that was going to be tricky. It had to be an inside job. They practically had a 24/7 watch on that pig. The only time that someone wasn’t watching Percy was during the night when everyone was asleep. But obviously it was going to be nearly impossible to get inside during the night because they have about a gazillion locks on their door. They’re prepared incase we try to prank them. But they’re not prepared for this. I had to make Grayson Dolan fall for me. 

Operation Pignap begins now. 

 Wearing my favorite Lilly Pulitzer dress I finished getting ready for my first class of the day. One that just so happened to be right next to Grayson Dolans class. 

I waited by the front window so I could see when Grayson walked by. He eventually strutted out of his frat house wearing a white button up and blue shorts with some Sperry’s. I smoothed down my dress, fixed my hair just right, and grabbed the stuff I would need for class. 

“Grayson! Wait up!” I shouted before walking towards him “What are you doing, Y/N?” He asked, obviously very confused because the two of us have never been friends.

“Well I figured we could walk to our classes together! I was just leaving when I saw you walk by!” I giggled to him. Being so sweet to Grayson Dolan is actually about to make me throw up. This is the same boy who snuck in my bathroom the one night I accidentally left my window open and put blue koolaid in my shower head so my hair was bright blue. It cost me about $400 to get my hair back to normal! 

“And since when are we friends who walk to class together?” He asked before doing a mock giggle. I had to be nice. I had to flirt. I had to make him fall for me. 

 I ‘playfully’ rolled my eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder, “well I figured, we’re seniors! We’re both presidents of our houses! We might as well put our past behind us so we can have a great senior year!” 

 “So you want me to just forget about the time you put stink bombs in my frat house? Or that time when I was so close to getting a girl in my bed but you told her I had herpes? Oh! What about that time you sent the police to the frat and accused us of having illegal drugs?” He started naming a few things my sorority has done throughout the years, “if you think I’m just going to forget about all that, you have another thing coming for you.” 

 “Oh come on, don’t pretend you haven’t done worse,” I reasoned 

 “I know I have. And I know you’re just scared. You’re scared that Kappa Alpha is going prank you, worse than ever before. And believe me, as president of KA, I will personally make sure that happens,” he said, his face was so close to mine, I could smell his mint gum, “now I’ve got to get to class.” 

 He then sped off and I was left speechless. Making him fall for me was going to be harder than I thought.