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The White Dress.

This story is about my friends MIL, and her wedding. Strap in guys, this is a wild ride in which I did THE THING that got me banned from any of her family functions. (Plus a few threats of dismemberment and bodily harm)

A good friend of mine from university was getting married! They had been a couple since Junior year of college, through her 2 years in the peace corps and currently her return to this continent. 6 years in total. She had been to all manner of family functions and always came back with a strange story about how she thinks her MIL secretly hates her. But she being a very quiet and sweet person pushed those thoughts aside.

Point 1: She is vegetarian and jewish, husband is not. She was invited and went to Christmas dinner and figured she would just eat sides, as well she brought a vegetarian casserole. MIL, after knowing her for THREE years, and being told by husband a few weeks before about not to forget friend doesn’t eat meat…proceeded to put meat in every dish. Friend drank water and ate her casserole the whole night while MIL cried to everyone that friend was so rude for not eating her cooking.

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Literally apart from that weird and unnecessary fat-shaming comment at the start of the episode I am so impressed? I feel like this is the Doctor Who I used to love. Bill already feels like a real person with real emotions and a backstory that we’re going to explore. We have the companion’s POV instead of the Doctor’s POV, which seems to work way better. Bill is ALREADY calling the Doctor out and making him a better person with the added bonus that although she respects him, she’s not fawning over him like he’s a god or something and there’s no danger of him becoming her romantic fixation and making everything she does about him. Also this is probably a small thing but Bill dresses like a normal young person and looks like a normal young person. She’s really relatable (a lot like Rose was back in the day) and I think that’s going to allow a lot of people to get on board with this show. Oh, and one last note, the dynamic between Twelve and Bill is really good and healthy and they already feel like a team. There are definitely Donna and Ten vibes as far as the whole Bill demanding respect thing and I love it. 

The Dress

Hey guys! This is an imagine about the reader doing her best to tease her friend, Tom, because she’s unsure of his feelings for her, in a really hot dress. I’m not even going to lie to you, this story is pure smut? The middle is soft and sweet, but everything else is ?porn? I hope you like it!

The Dress

She and Tom had been ambling through the various art exhibits at her city’s center since before ten A.M., and after they were invited to a lavish restaurant with a group of their friends, she insisted that she change her clothes. From a simple, floral sundress, she slipped into something a little more uncomfortable while Tom waited in her living room, doing his best to keep his integrity and not to sneak a peek. Truth be told, he thought that she looked beyond fine in her sundress. The back dipped low and he could tell that she didn’t have a bra on, plus the flowing fabric of the dress shifted around as she walked and Tom enjoyed flashes of her smooth legs. She looked sweet and innocent, and there was something absolutely perverse in Tom that just wanted to mess it up. Alas, they had chosen to take it slow, so take it slow he tried.

    As soon as they had met, Tom knew that she was the only girl for him, but as of then, she wanted to focus solely on her education. He understood, of course, seeing as her schooling was on the same level of importance as his acting, and he didn’t want to disturb her. He couldn’t bare to be without her once he had began to know her, so he settled for being her friend, but he was positive that it was slowly killing him.

    She was the most kind-hearted person that he had ever come across, always doing what was needed to help others. Beyond that, he’s made the mistake of accompanying her on her trip across town to babysit her cousin’s children where he discovered that she was also the most nurturing soul out there. During their stay at her cousin’s home, he had watched as she simplified Philip Roth’s, ‘A Defender of the Faith,’ into terms so easily understood that four year olds could pick apart the intended theme. Beyond that, she answered all of their questions, even the ones that had him snorting under his breath, with complete respect and sincerity. It was right then that he could feel himself drifting into the haze love with her.

    He felt his heart warm towards her again when they went out for dessert and she took a bite of her sundae, eyes blissfully shut as her lips closed over the chilled spoon. As soon as her lashes fluttered open, she offered Tom the next bite. Ever since then, sharing had been their thing and it was hurling him into love with her.

    She wore his clothes, always giving them back smelling of her perfume. He borrowed her favorite books, films, and favorite places in the city to hide out and be alone. Time and time again, when he was in immediate need of a vehicle and couldn’t find one to rent fast enough, she had handed over her car keys without a second thought. Tom smiled as he waited for her to get dressed, fiddling with the ginormous copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories, a personal favorite of theirs to read.

In her room, she stood between two options. One dress was wholesome and cute, a typical outfit of hers, and the other was daring, sultry and, for lack of a better word, tiny. She hopelessly coveted Tom’s affection, but she was unsure of how to obtain it. Sure they had flirted from time to time, but she wanted to make him want her indefinitely, and if the dress would help her accomplish that, than so be it. He was all that was in her heart and all she wanted to do was to immerse him in love. Her best friend had encouraged her to purchase the dress for this very reason, and she refused to let something so pretty rot in the back of her closet. Slipping on some high heels and adding another coat of mascara, she exited her room.

“Are you ready, my love?” Tom called as he listened for the sound of heels clicking against her wood floors. He turned around and saw her before she could respond.

    She looked so lusciously risque that Tom couldn’t even form an eloquent thought in his brain. In the crest if the hallway, she stood in front of him wearing a dress so small and delicate that Tom was certainly convinced he could tear off her body using only his teeth, and sweet heavens, oh how he wanted to.

    “Holy mother of fucking hell,” Tom hissed through gritted teeth, “you’re going to fucking kill me, babydoll.”

    Truth be told, her dress had been located in the lingerie section of the store, but after sending photos of the dress to practically every contact in her phone, despite Tom, she decided it was approved nightwear. People wore less and got away with it all the time, she thought.

She was dressed in a soft, blush-toned, silk nightie that barely reached the top of her thighs. The straps were made of lace and the front dipped low so low that if she were to bend down to touch the floor, the dress would move to reveal her bellybutton. Her back was exposed, seeing as the nightie was backless and she’d made sure to get the next size up so it would be just baggy enough to show a little side-boob. The heels she wore were tall and nude, and they elongated her legs so well that they looked endless.

“Ready?” She chirped, making a show of swinging her hips as she walked past Tom, eager to unveil her dress’s scandalous lack of backing. She heard him mumble unintelligible curses once more.

“You, are you, wearing, you’re going to wear that out?” Tom asked as he locked the door, realizing that there was absolutely no way that he was going to make it through dinner with her when she was practically naked in front of him. He knew it was not his place, or anyone’s place, to dictate what she wore, but he was seriously concerned for his sanity at this point. He was either going to need to leave early or masturbate in the bathroom.

She cocked her head to the side to gaze up at him through her lower lashes, “yes, Tom,” she said, placing her hands on his chest, “why wouldn’t I? Don’t you like it?” She knew full well that she was laying it on thick, but she was determined to break him down.

He swallowed thickly. She was looking at him how he always imagined she’d look at him in bed. Her eyes were glossed over, she rolled her lower lip beneath her teeth, her chest moved rapidly up and down, she smelled like freshly picked daisies and Tom knew he was so beyond fucked. Was she doing this to him on purpose?

“I just don’t want you to be cold is all,” he stuttered out, which was true, but not his only unease about her napkin of a dress.

She’d thought this out as well. It had come to her understanding that Tom liked to see her in his clothes, so she smiled up at him, leaning even closer if humanly possibly and with her lips pressed an inch away from the base of his throat, uttered, “could I borrow your jacket? I don’t have one that’ll go with my outfit, but I really like yours.”

Tom coughed, “yeah, of course you can, sweet girl,” before removing his jean jacket and draping it across her shoulders, praying that she would at least button it up.

Curling her arms around Tom in a hug, she whispered words of thanks and left his coat perched gently atop her shoulder blades. She turned and began to make her way down the apartment complex’s hallway, not waiting for Tom to catch up.

“I’m going to die,” he mumbled before readjusting his jeans and hurrying after her.

On the walk there, she had teased him like no other, and Tom was becoming not only extremely hot, but very bothered.

First, she’d paused and asked him if he could check to see if her buckle on her heels was broken. She had rationed that she would do it herself, but her dress was too short. Once he’d knelt down, she’d shifted so that her leg was lifted almost over his shoulder and ruffled her hands through his hair, claiming that she needed to steady herself so she didn’t fall. She let out at airy groan as soon as his hand curled over her ankle to hold her still, brushing off his raised eyebrows as her just being sleepy. Tom had gotten a clear look at the white, lace panties she was wearing by accident, but he suspected she had done moved just so he would see.

Then, she had asked him if he could hold her phone for her, seeing as she had forgotten her bag. When Tom said that he could, she ignored his outstretched palm and slipped her phone directly into his jean pocket herself. Frankly, Tom was getting a little pissed off.

To make matters worse, when they rode up in the elevator together to reach the restaurant, they’d unluckily gotten stuck on the busiest ride. When he crowded into the corner, she had made sure to rub her bum against the bulge in his jeans the entire way up, apologizing when they got to their floor, telling him that she was just too close to the man in front of her. At this point, Tom knew better. He didn’t know what she was playing at, but he was going to demand to be informed as soon as they were alone.

He’d just have to make it through dinner.

    However, Tom couldn’t even make it through the appetizers before he demanded to speak with her alone. Their friends had taken notice to her attire immediately after she took off his coat because it was so different than what she normally wore and had teased the pair throughout the entirety of their time together.

    Everyone was well aware of their feelings for one another, and did their best to mush them together as often as possible. Due to their party being so large, she was practically sat on Tom’s lap and she offered him food straight from her fork, which wasn’t unusual for them, it just felt different tonight. There was nowhere Tom could put his hands without touching her bare skin and he’d just about lost his mind.

    Securing a firm hand around her waist, Tom yanked her back roughly against his chest, “we’re going out outside right now.” They were sat so close together that Tom could hear her heart beat faster.

    “Why?” She asked, her brow furrowing.

    Tom stood, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her away from their meal, “are you honestly asking me why?” He scoffed, grumbling out a half-assed lie about where and the reason that they needed to leave. Tom was all too prepared to endure the taunts from their friends, he didn’t care anymore.

    He led her through the sea of people, pushing past without a single ‘excuse me.’ Tom knew that he was being a dick but he didn’t have it in him to care. If she wanted to make it her mission to provoke him, as she clearly had, Tom was sure as hell going to let her know that she succeeded.

    As soon as they were far enough away from the crowd to not be overheard, he whipped around and exclaimed, “what the fuck is this about? Have I done something to you? Have you lost your mind?” Tom began to pace up and in front of her, “like I know you must realize what you’re doing to me?”

    All of her bashfulness returned. Teasing Tom all day had honestly worked her up too. He made her feel so wanted, and thoughts of him touching her and her touching him had wormed their way into her mind throughout their evening. She’d never thought that he would confront her about her actions, and now that he was, and he looked so good doing it, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

    “What do you mean?” She asked, focusing on the uneven sidewalk rather than to meet Tom’s gaze.

    Sighting a cramped corridor near behind a closed shop, Tom took ahold of her hand and dragged her into the corridor’s cover. Now, they wouldn’t be seen by anyone as long as they were quiet.

    He breathing hard and he knew he was pressed into her and she could feel his hardness poking against her leg. “Darling, don’t you dare play like that. I swear I’ll lose my mind,” he raked a hand through his hair, “well, more than I already have.”

    She gnawed on the inside of her cheek, knowing that as of right now, she could either be brave and possibly turn their friendship into something much larger, or she could apologize and have things stay the same. Harrison had mentioned that Tom had feelings for her right after they’d met, so she prayed that he still did.

    She fluttered her long eyelashes and stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. “Do you want me?” She asked, doing her best to make her voice as sultry as she could.

    Tom was hesitant to move from her touch. She smelled like freshly picked flowers, he could feel her breasts rise and fall with her intake of breath, and she was looking up at him through her lashes with parted lips and it was too much for him to handle. “What do you mean?”

    Her next sentence was almost impossible for her to choke out. She was losing her confidence, did he really not know what she meant or was he playing dumb to avoid hurting her feelings? “Do you wanna kiss me?” She averted her eyes before quickly adding, “it’s okay if you don’t.”

    “Sweetheart,” Tom started and she stumbled away from him, not even waiting to hear what he had to say.

    “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” She stuttered, ignoring his pleas for her to come back to him. She couldn’t believe that she had just spent the entire night humiliating herself.

    Tom jogged down the street after her, thanking the universe that the heels she wore were so high that she couldn’t really move too quickly without falling over. He curled a soft hand around her arm, pulling her back into his chest.

    “You didn’t stop and listen to me,” Tom chided, before wrapping another arm around her to keep her in place. “What I was going to ask you is where this is all coming from? You said you didn’t want anything other than friendship, and I don’t want this to be just a one night thing. You mean too much to me for that. I’m just confused is all.”

    “I wanna be with you, Tom, isn’t that obvious? I really like you, and I just thought that if you didn’t like me, maybe this would help?” Her eyes were tearing, her brain was melting and her hands shook. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but him.

    Tom let out a belly laugh, “what are you talking about? Of course I like you, I’ve been telling my mum for months that I love you! This is ridiculous, you didn’t need to do all this!” Tom exclaimed, his words not registering in his mind until a soft ‘oh’ fell from her lips.

    “Can, could, you, do you want to say that again?” She stammered, covering his lips tenderly with her own before Tom even had a chance to respond. Breaking away almost as soon as she started, she took his cheeks in her palms and whispered, “I love you.”

    Everything was happening so rapidly, and Tom firmly grasped her waist and pulled her in to kiss him. They made-out so furiously on the sidewalk that they got numerous honks and catcalls from passing cars and bikers alike.

    Tom groaned into her mouth when her body brushed up against the hardness constricted by his black jeans. “I love you and I wanted our first kiss to be romantic, but I swear to god darling, if we keep at this, I’m going to ruin these pants.”

    She kissed the corner of his mouth before taking his hand and pulling him behind the corridor Tom had found a few minutes before. As soon as the corridor’s pillars provided them coverage, she sank to her knees in front of Tom. “I’ve never done this before, so you’re going to have to teach me.”

    “No, no, I didn’t mean that you had to do this, not if you don’t want to,” Tom said, urging her to get up as the image of her on her knees for him made his jeans even tighter, if that was even possible anymore. He couldn’t imagine her doing it to him here, well he could, but he didn’t want her to feel obligated to suck him off before she was ready, especially seeing as this was her first time.

    “Tom,” she said, without budging, “I want to. I think about it all the time.”

    He cursed again, the thought of her getting off to thoughts of him was almost too much. Tom palmed himself through his jeans.

    “Just tell me how you want me,” She said, her voice sounding as Tom imagined silk would feel against his skin.

    “Fuck,” he mumbled, “you’re sure? If you wanna stop, just say so and I’ll be okay with it.” Tom bent down to kiss her, already planning to reciprocate back at her apartment. “I’m not going to last long because you’ve been prancing around nearly naked all night long.”

    A blush spread across her cheeks as she began to undo his jeans.

    Tom moaned as soon as she touched him, and he moaned even louder when the warmth of her mouth slid down his length. “Fucking hell, baby,” he rasped out, begining to instruct her on how to take him.

    After about ten minutes, he was done. He was struggling to still his hips and his hands had tangled themselves into her shiny locks, and Tom knew that he was going to finish. He swore that if she gagged again, he’d blow right there.

    “You’ve done so well, sweetheart,” Tom groaned, removing a hand from her hair to place it on the hollows of her cheek. “Let me finish it.”

    She didn’t halt her movements but Tom could tell that she was confused. At this point, she was taking him so deep that he could feel her fluttering lashes against his skin.

    “No, darling, I’m going to cum. If you don’t wanna swallow, you need to stop.” Tom advised, not having the willpower to move away from her heavenly mouth.

    On that note, she started bobbing her head even faster, and taking Tom so far back that he was almost positive he was going to hit the back of her throat. He cursed, unable to form a coherent sentence, all he could think of her how good she felt. A moment later, he came down her throat, and she sucked him off even through that.

    When she released him from the slickness of her mouth, the first thing Tom did was bend down to kiss her swollen lips. “I fucking love you,” he groaned breathlessly.

    Her eyes closed and she drifted into the warmth of his touch, “tell me again.” And Tom did, helping her to her feet and removing the jean jacket she’d given back to him at the restaurant. Tom helped her slide it on and buttoned it up almost all the way.

    He kissed her nose, “what do you want to do, my love?”

    She beamed shyly up at him, “can we go home and do it again?”

    Tom pressed an openmouthed kiss to her neck, “oh yeah, baby, you haven’t had your turn yet.”

   


I Got You On My Mind [Part 2]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

Part One | Part Two | Next Part

Genre: Angst (ft. Fuckboy!Jungkook)

Summary: Ever since your fateful first encounter with Jungkook, it’s been radio silence in your mind. You’re trying your best to move on. But no matter how hard you try to forget him, life finds away to throw the two of you back together.

Word count: 2.2k

Originally posted by jungxook

A few weeks later, and any tension between you and Jieun was gone. Currently, she sat in front of her vanity, applying makeup in preparation for the music department’s showcase. Behind her, you stood, curling iron in hand, ready to help.

Jieun glanced back to look at you. “You can go ahead,” she said, nodding towards the tool in your hand. “I’ll just do my makeup at the same time–it’s fine.”

You nodded and got started, making quick work of Jieun’s thick, black hair. Soon, her hair fell in glistening loose waves.

“You look good,” you smiled, kneeling down to unplug the curler from her bedroom wall. “We should get going soon. You know, it would probably be faster if you got ready backstage.”

“Like hell,” Jieun snorted, standing up and smoothing out her small, black dress. “It’s a fight for mirrors. I made the mistake of going backstage in freshman year…never again.”

You laughed as you followed Jieun out of the room. As you passed through your small apartment, you grabbed your bomber jacket from where you had flung it over the couch earlier.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Jieun asked, raising an eyebrow critically as she scanned you from head to toe. Self consciously, you squirmed under her gaze. You were wearing a pair of jeans, a graphic tee, and a bomber–it was acceptable! “Seriously?”

“What?” you demanded, zipping your jacket up. “This fine. I’m keeping it casual. I’m not the one performing, so it doesn’t matter.”

Jieun just rolled her eyes. She threw on a jacket, too, and together you exited the apartment.

Outside, the air was beginning to cool. The sun had already begun to set, the days becoming shorter and shorter as winter approached. Jieun shivered slightly, the cold nipping at her bare legs.

“See?” you taunted, a smile pulling at your lips. “Wearing pants was a good idea.”

“Oh, shut up!” Jieun exclaimed, elbowing you sharply. There was a short stretch of silence, and then Jieun spoke again. This time, her tone was serious. “Y/N, w-we really need to talk. About…you know. What are you going to do? He’s your soulmate, for god’s sake!”

“What can I do?” you asked resignedly. “He made himself clear.”

“But…you’re meant to be together,” Jieun argued quietly, her eyes full of concern as she glanced at you.

“I can’t change how he feels,” you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets. Even thinking about Jungkook made your heart ache. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this. Tonight isn’t about me or Jungkook, okay? It’s your night.”

“I know,” Jieun smiled sadly. “I’m just worried about you. You’re my best friend, you know?”


Later, you find yourself sitting in the cushioned seats of your school’s theatre. All the seats around you were occupied–either by friends or family of the performers. A few of the junior students had performed already, but you didn’t pay much attention. After all, you were only there for Jieun.

You glanced at the program in your hands, flipping through it to pass time. As you read through the pages, you spotted Jieun’s name. The program said she’d be singing two songs, both of them ballads you had heard her sing in the shower for weeks.

The person performing after her was a boy named Kihyun, whom you had met at a few parties. You continued scanning the page, looking for names you recognized. Eventually, your gaze gravitated back to Jieun’s name. As your eyes shifted up the page, your heart stopped.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your soulmate’s name was printed neatly above Jieun’s, followed by the two songs he would be singing. Your heart began to race, remembering the last time you had heard Jungkook sing.

Before everything fell apart.

In your nervousness, you had begun tapping your leg rapidly. The woman beside you glared at you pointedly, and you forced yourself to sit still. Suddenly, the people around you began to applaud, and your attention snapped to the stage in front of you.

The boy currently on stage was removing his acoustic guitar from his lap. He stood and bowed, some people in the crowd whistling and hollering. Then, the boy turned and exited the stage, the lights dimming as the next act entered.

In the darkness of the auditorium and in the sudden silence of the audience, you heard the Jungkook’s voice for the first time in weeks. It was quiet, but you heard it nonetheless.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You guessed he was nervous. You couldn’t help the amused smile that appeared, but you resisted the urge to reply to his thoughts. Keeping your mind as blank as possible, you weren’t surprised at the sight in front of you when the lights flickered back on.

At the front of the stage, Jungkook stood, dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants. His bangs were pushed to the side, and the harsh lighting highlighted Jungkook’s sharp features. He looked more handsome now than ever.

You gulped–and then the music started.

Soon, Jungkook’s sweet voice was flowing throughout the theatre. As he sang, he kept his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed. He was singing a cover of Lost Stars, which fit his voice perfectly. As the song progressed, Jungkook switched to a falsetto, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be carried away by Jungkook’s beautiful voice. His words surrounded you like an embrace, and you wished those loving lyrics were for you.

Needless to say, you couldn’t be blamed for being unable to focus on the rest of the performances following Jungkook’s.


Jieun clung to your arm, her breath already reeking of alcohol. Around you, a swelling mass of people moved, and deafening electronic music thudded in the background.

“Come on, Y/N,” Jieun slurred, giggling at herself. “Just have a drink with me! It won’t kill you.”

“I didn’t plan on coming to your afterparty,” you frowned, trying to discreetly lead your friend towards the front door. She noticed and stomped her foot.

“You’re so mean!” Jieun whined. “You owe me. You didn’t even pay attention to my performance! I could tell y-you were still thinking about Jungkook!”

“Shh!” you hissed, covering her mouth with your hand. “Fine! I’ll drink. Shit, Jieun. Don’t…talk about that here, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Jieun chirped triumphantly, dragging you to the kitchen with surprising strength.

Inside the kitchen, there was a crowd of very drunk people chanting, “Shots! Shots! Shots!”

Somehow, Jieun was able to produce a shot glass filled with tequila. Sighing, you grabbed it and threw it back. A few shots later, you were as sloppy as everyone else. Your friend had disappeared, leaving you with your new friends in the kitchen.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar figure appear in the entryway of the room. It was Jungkook.

“I’ll be back,” you mumbled, turning to follow your soulmate with newfound courage, no doubt from all the tequila you had just consumed.

The crowd in the living room had dispersed a little bit, allowing you to spot Jungkook quite easily. He leaning against the back of the couch surrounded by a group of his friends, an arm slung over the shoulders of another girl. He held a can of beer in his other hand.

Impulsively, you stormed towards to your soulmate, feeling the frustration and hurt you had buried so well resurface. It also irked you to see Jungkook cozying up with another girl when he knew. You staggered up to Jungkook’s group, pushing past two guys to stand directly in front of your soulmate.

“What the fuck?” one guy spat, grabbing you roughly by the shoulder. You paid him no mind, shaking him off.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you yelled, your words slurring together, as you crossed your arms. “We needta talk.

Suddenly, rough hands spun you around. The guy you had pushed earlier was glaring down at you, positively seething.

“Look at me when talk to you, bitch,” the guy seethed, and you winced as his grip on your arm tightened. Then, he was staggering backwards as if he had been pushed. And it was because he had been. Jungkook stood tall beside you, his expression stony.

“Don’t touch her,” he warned quietly, his voice threatening. Then he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from his friends and out of the living room. Behind you, Jungkook’s friends were openmouthed in surprise.

Jungkook guided to to a secluded hallway, dropping your hand immediately after he stopped walking. He turned to look at you, his expression icy.

“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” he said, his eyes guarded. Jungkook’s lips were set in a straight line, and you thought they looked much better when he was singing earlier that night.

“You did, but you were also being an asshole,” you replied, feeling a little more sober than a few moments ago. Perhaps it was the gravity of the situation. Bravely, you looked into Jungkook’s uncaring eyes. “It’s great that you feel that way. I get it, okay? But it’s not all about you, and we need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to say!” Jungkook exclaimed, frustration seeping into his voice. “I’ve already explained myself to you.”

“No, you haven’t,” you snapped. “You told me to forget about what had happened. But why? You’ve explained absolutely nothing. I don’t know how you feel, let alone how I feel!”

“You want to know how I feel?” Jungkook laughed coldly. “Like I said, there’s not much to say. I don’t feel anything.”

“That’s bullshit!” you cried, feeling angry tears pool in your eyes. You blinked them away furiously. “We’ve been talking for years, Jungkook. You’re not like this…I know you’re not.”

“You know nothing,” Jungkook hissed, backing you up against the wall. He slammed his hands against the plaster, caging you in with his arms. Still, you stared at him, defiant. “Sure, it was fun to play pretend. But that wasn’t me, it won’t ever be me. I’m not going to lie and say that I’ll change for you, because I never will.”

“I’m not asking you to change,” you replied. “You’re making all these assumptions–”

“You should be asking,” Jungkook interrupted, his voice quiet. His arms dropped from around you and he stepped back. His words rang with finality. “If you knew who I really am, you’d ask.”

“Jungkook!” someone called shrilly from around the corner. The girl from before–the one who Jungkook had been sitting with–appeared, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floors as she approached. “I was looking for you.”

“Well, you found me,” Jungkook smirked, all traces of your conversation cast away in the blink of an eye. He slipped his arm around the girl’s waist and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

You bit your lip, your heart stinging painfully.

“What are you looking at?” the girl spat when she saw you still standing there awkwardly.

Jungkook paid you and the girl’s protests no mind. He caught the girl’s lips with his, his tongue slipping obscenely into her mouth. The girl moaned and pressed further against Jungkook. His hands wandered deviously, one hand slipping underneath the girl’s shirt.

Your eyes blurred with tears, and you hurried away before Jungkook and the girl had the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Blindly, you stumbled towards the front door of the fraternity house–at least that was where you thought you were.

In the distance, you thought you heard someone calling your name. Still, you didn’t stop. You were eager to escape this crowded building. The heat and the constant noise were suffocating you. Finally, you reached the door, your hands searching for the knob.

Eventually, you located it. You turned the doorknob with haste, inhaling deeply as you stepped into the crisp, autumn air. You closed the door behind you and continued on aimlessly, your eyes unfocused with unshed tears.

Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, and you kept your eyes cast skyward as you tried not to cry. You weren’t sure where you were going or how long you had been walking. You just kept going, because it was easier than thinking. 

Hurt was still radiating through you, and you wondered why you were still pretending to be fine. You glanced at the ground and let a few tears fall, your vision clearing. 

But by then, it was already too late. You looked up just in time to see the bright headlights of an incoming car.

And then, everything went dark.

The last thing you heard was Jungkook’s voice, ringing loudly in your mind.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!”

- Girl in Luv

Okay…another cliffhanger. I’m sorryyyyyyyy! Also I just wanted to say this: I was absolutely shocked by the support I received from the first part of this series. I just wanted to thank everyone who took the time to respond! So, I hope you all enjoyed this second instalment. Stay tuned for part three, and tell me what you think so far! Thanks again, guys 💛

Self-Confidence
  • *Daddy and I out trying to find an Easter dress for me*
  • Me: *In the dressing room, working on my 4th dress* This one won't even zip. I give up. *Opening the door to show daddy how 'fat' I looked*
  • Daddy: do you wanna see if there is a bigger size?
  • Me: *shakes head* this is the biggest size. I don't wanna keep trying on clothes. What's the point. *Tries to slam the door shut, but daddy sticks his hand inside*
  • Daddy: Look at me, baby. You're beautiful. You know your rules; no talking bad about yourself. Does some little girl need a time out?
  • Me: *Blushing, still standing in the too-small dress* No, daddy. I'm sorry.
  • Daddy: *Kisses my forehead* Now get changed, we'll go somewhere else to look.
back to school: little edition

school is one heck of a time for almost everyone (even grown-ups) so here are some suggestions for the little ones who get easily stressed out between bells.

▹ appearance: dressing small is a large part of little space for some. whether you have an open dress code or uniforms, i’m sure you can find an article to make you feel young throughout the day!
✱ crazy or mismatched socks - a subtle way to let your childish side out.
✱ twirly dresses with pockets
✱ overalls
✱ jeans rolled up at the bottom (that might even show off those socks!)
✱ fluffy coats
✱ oversized shirts/sweaters
✱ mittens - can also be paired with earmuffs for the super cold weather.
✱ velcro or slip-on shoes
✱ bright shoe laces or lace charms
✱ bold makeup - for the littles who love extra glam throughout the school day. even just a bright colored eyeliner or pigmented blush will do!
✱ bright nail polish or crazy nail art
✱ braids - french/dutch pigtails remind anyone of their younger days.
✱ colorful hair ties or ribbons

▹ lunches: a filling lunch is always a must in school, especially for the littles who rush out the door to quick for breakfast. pack these items to make lunchtime fun time!
✱ peanut butter & jelly sandwiches - bonus if the crust is cut off beforehand.
✱ macaroni & cheese
✱ fish sticks
✱ dinosaur chicken nuggets w/ sauce of choice
✱ microwaveable soup cups - alphabet soup is a favorite along with tomato because you can add goldfish crackers or dunk grilled cheese.
✱ lunchables
✱ fruit & cheese kabobs - use a cookie cutter to cut melons into little shapes!
✱ fruit cups or applesauce cups
✱ deconstructed salad w/ ranch
✱ chocolate milk

▹ snacks: we an all agree this time is always the best time. make sure you keep energized through the day with these little foods!
✱ goldfish crackers
✱ teddy grahams w/ peanut butter
✱ honey nut cheerios
✱ mini pretzels w/ peanut butter or cheese dip
✱ baby carrots w/ ranch
✱ broccoli w/ ranch or cheese dip
✱ hard boiled eggs
✱ cheese sticks
✱ apple slices w/ peanut butter or yogurt
✱ tangerines (peeled beforehand)
✱ caprisun pouches

▹ supplies: even though education is important, it isn’t exactly what a little dreams of in little space. use some of these items to make those geometry or reading assignments a little less intimidating!
✱ colorful gel pens
✱ scented markers
✱ pencil toppers or glitter grips
✱ stickers - to decorate stationary or class notes. you can even reward yourself with gold stars on homework you’ve completed the night before.
✱ cartoon bookmarks or sticky notes
✱ colorful book covers/protectors
✱ cute pencil pouches

▹ extras: some more ways to feel small that didn’t fit into any other category.
✱ stuffed animal key chains - to squeeze when you’re missing your favorite stuffie!
✱ stress balls
✱ fidget toys
✱ lollipops
✱ cartoon band-aids - in case of those pesky paper cuts!
✱ water bottles w/ the sucker straw
✱ playlists - break out those disney soundtracks or cartoon theme songs to brighten up your day!

although similarities exist, school is a different experience for everyone. if you find just walking through the doors in the morning difficult, i am so proud of you for traveling down those halls. i know it’s scary at times, but you will make it. stay focused, stay incredible. you will be okay this year ♡

B.A.P at the Supermarket

-Jongup is in the cereal aisle

-Daehyun is upset that the kids seat on the shopping cart is too tiny for him, Himchan regrets bringing him already

-Youngjae is frustrated. He has managed to pull every door that says ‘slide to open’

-Junhong is upset at the lack of spongebob boxers for adults

-The slowest man in Korea has managed to piss off people in the fast lane, he smiles to apologise, they melt

-Jongup is still in the cereal aisle

-Himchan and Daehyun are fighting about who will pull the cart

-Youngjae stares at the hair dyes available for 15 minutes, picks brown

-Yongguk is explaining why buying water is important to a couple of 3 year old kids

-Junhong has somehow managed to lock himself in the dairy freezer

-Daehyun has eaten at every taste test counter and now Himchan refuses to buy him dinner

-Youngjae has distanced himself from those two

-Yongguk is still with the kids, now advertising tigger plushies and gum care

-Jongup takes a break to get nesquik and returns to the cereal aisle

-Himchan and Daehyun are now fighting about who will handle money

-Junhong takes the money, there’s too much loving yelling for HimDae to notice

-Youngjae momentarily returns to remove the salt from the cart, assuring HimDae he has enough

-Youngjae also hides the last packet of chicken so Daehyun can’t get it, but it’s turkey, he failed.

-Junhong is now talking to the staff, he has strong opinions about tomato being a fruit

-Daehyun sees Jam and starts to sing “That’s My Jam”, Himchan has given up

-Jongup can’t decide on cereal

-HimDae are now fighting about who can yodel better, a crowd has gathered around them

-Yongguk walks straight past them, grabs Youngjae and leaves

-Junhong has spent all the money on dog treats for Mochi, frowns at shirts because ‘who wears those’ on his way out

-Al*kpop publishes an article in the next hour with footage, “B.A.P’s Himchan and Daehyun leaving group to pursue yodelling careers”

AFTERWORD: The store has shut. The manager is just ensuring all lights are off and no one is here. It’s dark, he’s manoeuvring his torch, but he can feel a presence. “Is anyone there?”, he calls, his voice trembling. There’s a sudden noise, and his eyes are now on a small boy dressed in white, with razor sharp features and light hair. The boy takes steps towards him, clearly armed with something. The manager is about to flee, but the boy….squints. “Where do I pay for the cereal?”

The Arrangement (pt 6)

A/N: OKIE IM SUPER PROUD OF THIS PART JUST FYI SO PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE GREAT. Also, this was way too fluffy for me, so prepare for the angst in the future parts muwahah.


The next day, you woke up in a daze. You were kind of surprised when you woke up in a different room, but remembered exactly what happened and calmed down a little. You saw Jimin sleeping in a somewhat awkward position on the sofa. The blanket was slowly falling off of him, so you got up and placed the blanket higher up his body. He always seemed peaceful when he was asleep, you thought.

You realized it was pretty early in the morning, so you decided to make a nice breakfast. You showered real quick, silently admiring the size of the bathroom. You reached for your shampoo, which was placed neatly next to Jimin’s. It was weird seeing all your things next to his. But you were happy still to see this part of his life, no matter how small it might have been. Subconsciously you started to hum to a song, forgetting that your husband was still outside. 

Jimin awoke the second you had fixed the blanket on him. You didn’t have to do it, but you still did, making him smile as you turned away. He was always a light sleeper and the couch didn’t exactly provide the best sleeping conditions either. Oh, how he missed his bed. Once he heard the shower turn on, he looked at the time and realized it was still quiet early in the morning. He didn’t know what to do. So, he chose to scroll through his phone. Then, he heard it.

He thought he was mistaken at first. He could hear a faint hum coming from the bathroom, and it was…heavenly. Usually, Jimin woke up in silence, got ready in silence, ate in silence, and left in silence. But his morning routine was now already filled with sweet sounds. 


You quickly finished your shower, hoping that Jimin didn’t wake up anytime soon. You carelessly picked out a simple outfit to change into so that you could make breakfast and then get ready into your work clothes later. For such a smart woman, you were pretty dumb sometimes. Because today, you threw on whatever came to your hands first. You wore a black bra with a thin white shirt and some leggings. The shirt hung loose on your shoulders and the wetness from your hair didn’t help your situation either. Without even taking second glance at the mirror, you exited the bathroom, only to find Jimin staring right in your direction. 

As soon as you exited, Jimin turned to face you, only to turn wide-eyed. You rarely ever wore comfortable clothing around him. Hell, the only comfortable clothing he ever saw you in was that small purple night dress you wore. But this, this was new. And he had to had force himself to look away, but the image was practically burned into his head. The leggings showcased your legs perfectly and the way the shirt hung on your shoulders didn’t leave much to the imagination. And the way you looked with messy wet hair, oh my.  You jumped black slightly when you saw that Jimin was awake.

“Uh, I’ll go make some breakfast..” you said, awkwardly. 

“Uhm.. ok. But uh..your shirt is kinda…kinda…” Jimin started as he pointed to your shirt. 

You looked down and to your horror, you could see your bra almost perfectly through the shirt. “Oh my god!” you exclaimed as you hugged yourself. How embarrassing, you thought. 

You ran back inside the room to change into something far thicker. Jimin just sat and laughed at your cute antics. 

You came back out with a black shirt and tried to quickly leave the room before you died of embarrassment. Jimin took this has his chance to get ready. However to your surprise, you found Jimin’s parents awake and sitting in the living room, enjoying their morning cup of coffee.

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Lunch Time

I saw a cute idea for kids lunches online, and I thought it could be a fun way to subtly feel little, plus it helps eat healthy for those who pack meals for school, work, or other activities. (Added bonus for adorable lunch boxes. I have a sock monkey one.)

Gather a few plastic bins or tubs to put in your fridge (and maybe a few for the counter/pantry) and label them with what is going in each one. I think I’m going to have 8: main dish, main side, fruit, veggie, dairy, snack, drink and dessert. Then once a week or every two weeks, or however often you need to prepare the things to go in the bins. Then when you pack a meal, grab one out of each bin, or as many of the bins as you need.

Here are a few ideas of what to put in each bin:

Main Dish:
- PB&J
- Cup Noodles
- Easy Mac
- Turkey or Ham Sandwich
- Quesadilla
- Grilled Chicken
- Hot Dog
- Thermos of Soup

Your main dish should be something that can be eaten as is, or easily microwaved.

Main Side:
- Hard Boiled Eggs
- Rice
- Pasta Salad

The main side should either help the main dish taste better, or fill in what it may be lacking in protein.

Fruit:
- Apple or Orange Slices
- Grapes
- Mixed Berries
- Peach
- Fruit Cup

Look for in season fruits for the cheapest and tastiest.

Veggie:
- Carrots
- Celery
- Steamed Broccoli
- Snap Peas
- Corn
- Small Salad

Adding a dressing can spice veggies up.

Dairy:
- Cheese Stick or Cubes
- Yogurt Cup
- Gogurt (I like to freeze them)

Calcium is crazy important. I know I struggle to get enough because I don’t like milk.

Snack:
- Chips
- Trail Mix
- Peanuts
- Protein Bar
- Fruit Snacks
- Crackers

Snacks are good for quick consumption. If you have a short break and need a little boost, these are perfect.

Drink:
- Juice Box
- Bottle of Water
- Capri Sun
- Can or Bottle of Tea
- Gatorade

I always suggest that if you bring anything besides water, to bring some water too. Hydration is key.

Dessert:
- A Few cookies
- Pudding Cup
- Small Candy Bar

This might be a good one to limit to 2 or 3 times a week.


Let me know if any of you try this, and if so what you like or would want to change!

The King (5) (NSFW)

Originally posted by castlewyvern

CHAPTER 1

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: Sugar Daddy Art Collector T’Challa

Warnings: Smut

A/N: A day early! Hopefully I’ll have that Nat Pride fic out for you guys tomorrow! Also, look at those thighs. LOOK AT THEM!


He stepped behind you, the cold gold chain caressing your throat as he did so. He clasped the necklace closed and leaned down to kiss your neck as his strong hands drifted over your shoulders giving them a small squeeze.

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I’m happy to finally have finished my Ever After High Snow girl backgrounder. I’ve decided to name her Everly Wind daughter of the North Wind. Stories include: Why the Trees keep their Leaves in Winter, by Florance Holbrok; East of the Sun and West of the Moon, published in the Blue fairy book by Andrew Lang; The North wind and the Sun, Aesops Fables. NOTE: I had made one previously that I sold on ebay, so this is my second one. This doll was made using a mirror beach Ashlynn doll. I used a mixture of three different colors (Sunlit blonde, White Chocolate, platinum blonde) and one color of blue (Arctic Frost) to create the look of this backgrounder. The dress is the one thing I’m not completely happy with. I had to create a pattern from scratch, and even then I couldn’t get the draping to match. I found, with a dress this small, and with the fabric I used it was almost impossible to get the fabric to drape, so I just gave up. The fabric is all hand painted by me, due to a lack of snowflake printed fabric in the right shade. Her headband, wrist cuffs, necklace, and the crystals on the shoes were all crafted using Fimo clay. The boots I believe belonged to an MH Abby doll. I did cut out the sides of the boot using an x-acto knife so the tights would show through. IF you have any questions about her creation, feel free to ask.

I do

this is the l o n g e s t thing i’ve ever written also it’s literally a fluff extravaganza so you’re welcome. thanks to @kidinlovewithakid for helping me on this (it would actually suck ass if she didn’t) so enjoy folks! 

feedback is very much appreciated! <3 

wc; 4644



“Y/n,” you felt someone shake your body in attempt to wake you up. You groaned and turned yourself around so you were facing the opposite side of your warm bed. “Y/n you need to get up, you’re getting married today!” the voice you now identified as Mel, your best friend and maid of honour, kept vigorously shaking you until you finally sat up. You figured they must have let themselves in earlier since you had given Mel a key to the house for emergencies.

“Guys it’s so early please let me sleep,” you mumbled, wrapping yourself up in your warm comforter again in hopes they’ll give you just 5 more minutes. It may be your wedding day, but you were still beyond tired from last night’s rehearsal dinner and you were really starting to wish you and Shawn hadn’t stayed up for 4 hours after you got home. Neither of you had been able to sleep due to nerves and excitement so you decided to stay up and watch movies until you were tired.

“Where’s Shawn?” you mumbled, noticing that the other side of the bed was already empty.  You were a little disappointed that he woke up before you, even though you aren’t supposed to see each other until the ceremony you wanted to sneak in one last moment together before the chaos started.

“He left, now get up so you can go marry my brother!” Aaliyah exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and pulling the covers off you, exposing you to the cold morning air that was coming in from the window that Mel must have opened. You sat cross legged on your bed and took a look at your bridesmaids and the two mothers standing around you waiting for you to get out of the bed so you could finally go to the outdoor field where the ceremony was taking place.  You let out a shaky breath, the realization that you were actually getting married later finally sinking in.

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BTS Single Parent AU

kookies-and-myrok asked: Hello, sweets! I love your writing and I’m not just saying that Lol i always get excited when you post smt, anyways do you write parent au’s? If you do can I get a BTS reaction about what they would be like as a single parent? If not then its okay! Keep up the great work 💜

This doesn’t necessarily work as a reaction, but I can do a little like… bullet drabble or whatever on this. Either way, very doable. - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

There’s like… this anime called Amaama to Inazuma (a.k.a. Sweetness and Lightning) which is basically about a single father who raises his daughter to the best of his abilities but he can’t cook as well as his wife (who passed away). I see Single Parent!Jin being like that… except in Jin’s case he can actually throw down in a kitchen

  • Lots of love and affection
  • Smothers his baby girl with kisses before dropping her off to daycare and after picking her up
  • The daycare moms thirst after him bOI
  • His cookies sold out the fastest at the school bakery
  • Partially because Daycare Moms are trying to give him the succ
  • Mainly because his cookies are bomb asf
  • He got hoes
  • Reads/sings his daughter to sleep at night religiously
  • Chocolate covered Strawberries while they watch cartoons together
  • Shed a single tear in the beginning of Finding Nemo evRYTIM
  • Was literally floating on air for like a month because his daughter told him he was the “handsomest appa”
  • Tries really hard to scold his baby girl
  • Can’t look her in the face when he does it because she’s too damn cute
  • Puppy Dog Eyes work every once in a while tbh
  • Will cAUSE A FUCKING SCENE IF HE EVER HEARD SOMEONE WAS BULLYING HIS CHILD
  • Dad jokes, fucking duh.

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Yoongi

Picture this: Yoongi is chilling, right? Lounging on the sofa, watching some psychological mystery film or whatever emo shit he watches. His face is pretty indifferent. He’s unbothered asf. His right arm is covered in scribbles and squiggles. His 7 year old son is currently surrounded by markers, casually doodling on his dad’s arm.

  • Lets his son choose whatever toys he wants
  • If his baby boy wants a nerf gun, he’ll get a nerf gun.
  • If his baby boy wants a fucking bubblegum pink barbie jeep atv, he’s getting a fucking bubblegum pink barbie jeep atv.
  • Also lets his kid wear whatever he wants
  • Supports the creative and imaginative endeavors of his child
  • Does not support coloRING ON THE WALL YOU LIL DEMON BABY
  • Sometimes stares at his child and thinks “whose mans is this?”
  • Also looks at his child and thinks “that’s the love of my life”.
  • One time considered redecorating his closet just so that he can hang a bunch of mirrors on the wall so that whenever his child does something stupid, he can sit him in that closet and close the door so that he can look at his reflection and reevaluate his 7 years long life.
  • All in all he’s a super supportive daddio.
  • He’s not like the other dads.
  • He’s a Cool Dad™

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Newcomers Pt5

Pt5


“Please take them, they are trashing my ships!” Polt begged Admiral Ilom

“I have my own Humans here, I can’t handle more you deal with your own problems. Besides they liberated Remer why do you want to get rid of them?”

“Because they have a holiday every week or some kind of celebration and they keep changing the decorations, besides they eat EVERYTHING!!! Our own food supplies have dwindled and we have requested twice the normal food shipments but still they keep eating!!!”

“Well eat their food then, I’m sure they will share”

“Have you eaten their food?” Polt asked putting his winged arms on his hips, a stance he mimicked form the Humans.  

“…I see your point, but the answer is still no, you’ll just have to find a way of dealing with them” Ilom cut the link and Polt started pulling out his feathers in frustration but was distracted by a knock on the door.

There was a male Human in a small white dress and wearing a large horse mask standing there.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me lots of sweets to eat!!” he said holding a bag.

Polt stared at him and the bag in confusion and the Human sighed.

“Just give me some food or I egg your door”

Polt was horrified having come a race that lays eggs he quickly ran inside and grabbed some fruit from his bowl and put it in the bag.

“Fruit? Seriously, dick move” he said moving on and Polt saw that the entire corridor had been redecorated with odd symbols and all the Humans were walking around in strange attire. Normally he would scold them for not wearing their uniform but then he saw Clerk coming his way…or he thought it was.

He was wearing a large yellow wig and a short dress that glittered and his chest had two cone shapes pointing out.

“Captain Clerk?”

“No, I’m Madonna and I’m a virgin” he said with a straight face leaving Polt to just get back in his office and lock the door.



The planet Owep'nop was the capital of the Alliance and all their affairs, they were also technically the government of all the member races although they could not influence local matters of the different races. It was lead by a council that had one representative of each member race, the Human had no representative as they were the newest member and the others were still in two minds if they even wanted them there. The decision to allow them to act as soldiers was not a popular one but since their work on Remer some were seeing their potential.

Consul Jetya was an Elong and the elected leader of the Alliance was scrolling through the millions of reports he had to go through not really reading them, he often just handed them out among the council and let them do it while spent the day with his wife’s. His feathers had started to go black and fall out but his even though his body was ageing his mind had not started to go yet.

“Mr President!” his co Consul Kelp and also a Elong came ruining in clearly excited about something.

“If it’s another relief request add it to the list”

“No sir, Remer has been liberated”

Jetya shot him a look “What? That world was supposed to have been left to slow the Gal who ordered it be liberated?”

“Um….it was Admiral Polt’s fleet”

“Well , then the Benemar in his fleet are the be decorated for it, it’s not everyday we get a victory against the Gal”

“It wasn’t the Benemar sir”

“Huh?

“It was the Humans, Admiral Polt attacked the Gal upon the wishes of the Human soldiers under his command”

“Wait, the Humans asked to go into battle?”

“Yes and they won, the Benemar were on planet but had no significant impact on the battle” he said handing the Consul the pad.

Jetya read through it at the number so casualties.

“This can’t be right” Jetya said.

“I checked them, three times” Kelp replied showing he was dead serious.

“There were only a hundred thousands Human soldiers against millions of Gal and their casualty rate was less than 5%”

“And some of those were just injuries, they only suffered 2% fatal casualties”

Jetya stared at him “No, this can’t be right I refuse to believe this”

“Sir I can assure you, these reports are accurate and we are getting similar reports from the others fleets”

Jetya stared at him and did not blink as if his mind had simply shut down, it was a while before he spoke again.

“Get me all the information on Human anatomy you can find and anyone, not a Human who knows their inner workings to be here NOW!”

An hour later a Kelp returned with a Seran, a race of complete energy that existed as a sort of mist, their single solid part of their body was their huge eye that seemed to look in every direction at once.

“Consul this is…”

“My name is Aopdfjgokjfsdvnhklvsgnkuvnhaloikhjmgfuioafhpikshjsrlkjbnsjghwtre……but you can call me Tim”

“Tim?”

“It’s what the Humans call me and I have come to like it”

“Okay….Tim tell me all you know about these Humans and their bodies, their strength and their weaknesses”

A holographic display appeared  in the centre of the room of a Human male and female performing various actions and movements.

“They don’t look like much” Kelp said.

“Indeed, I have only met a Human a few times and the reports we have on their capabilities do not seem to show in their anatomy” Jetya said.

“You may think so but to underestimate them would be your downfall” Tim replied “Have you heard of Vewlop?”

“No” both replied.

“It is because they invaded the Humans homeworld some centuries ago, they were undergoing one of their migrations and believed the Human could not put up a fight, they were wrong and the Vewlop are now extinct”

“Is this why your race pushed us to make contact?”

“I cannot speak for the my kind as a whole”

“That’s not a no” Kep said.

“So go on tell me what these Humans are like”

“As you see their outer appearance shows no special features but they perfectly efficient, every part of their body has it’s purpose, they only need two arms and legs and eyes. Their sense of balance is second to none”

“Annnd?”

“It is what is inside where they are truly fascinating”

The holographic display showed the Humans organs and bones.

“They have twice the muscle mass than the Benemar who were considered the strongest physically in the Alliance, until now. They can heal any wound at an astonishing rate, their bones are thicker and their eyesight twice that of even your race”

Kelp and Jetya looked at one another.

“There is also their chemicals within their bodies, should a threat appear their blood vessels flood with this chemical call ‘adrenaline’ which gives them extra strength and stamina so much so they can go days without rest in battle. Their brain power works 43% faster than even my race, by the time many would have only just noticed a threat they have seen it, analysed it’s threat level and began taking action against it. Their own stomachs are filled with chemicals to break down food that we can’t even identify them, they keep melting our beakers”

“So what about their weaknesses?” Jetya asked.

Tim floated there and the others were terrified he was going to say they had none.

“Well, they do have some but not many, they are immune to nearly all of the viral infections that plague the other races and most known munitions would not guarantee a kill as they have been known to continue to fight even after loosing an arm or leg. A sure way to kill them is to destroy or decapitate the head”

“What is the breeding rate of these things” Kelp asked.

“Their females can fall pregnant once every nine of their months, sometimes they birth more than one at a time”

“How long is that in standard Alliance time?”

“0.52 of a cycle”

“No wonder there are so many of them, before we know it we are going to be overrun by these things!” Kelp shouted.

“We have to find a way to contain them, you said they don’t get along with the Benemar?” Jetya asked.

“That’s an understatement” Kelp replied.

“Contact the Benemar high Chiefs, I need to speak to them, I don;t want us to defeat the Gal only to replace them with something worse”


Back on Bento Prime, the drums of war were sounding as they began to muster their forces.

Golden Dress [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader is Lin’s date for a pre-Oscars party and decides there’s no better way to celebrate than with a little teasing. 

Word Count: 5,286

Warnings: smut, papi kink,a slow burn??? - it’s long u guys.

Authors’ Notes: 

Mickeyi’m bad at this but ren is good at it & i will love and support her always (also the word vajajaja has been removed 4 more sexy reasons)

Ren: So as you can see I had a little help! This is my first smut you guys so take it easy on us, okay? I really loved writing this fic and Oscar season just got us really inspired! Hope y’all like it <3 

mickey’s masterlist | ren’s materlist | askbox


When Lin hired a whole crew to assist you getting ready for one of the many Oscar’s press parties, you were sure that was too much.

That didn’t stop you from making the best of it, though. A silky blowout, beautiful makeup were done, a gorgeous golden dress with a seductive thigh-high slit was waiting for you on a hanger near your vanity: you were almost red-carpet ready.

“I don’t know how you do it; you’ve got the seduction of Marilyn Monroe with the elegance of Audrey Hepburn!” The compliments from the hired makeup artist made you blush under the contour you didn’t necessarily need, but made you feel like a million bucks.

“Lin messaged me to tell you that he’ll be downstairs in the limo in 15, okay?” You nodded at Lin’s assistant, Sarah, who’d joined you while taking care of the press calls.

“All that’s left is the dress and the shoes, [Y/N]. Slip those on and you’re Oscar-ready!” your stylist beamed.

“Of course, just slip them on quickly.”

“Right, of course - and thanks for the dress, Marc,” you smiled sheepishly, watching him gaze at the gown on the hanger. You were still mind-blown by how amazing the team made you look. Only three people did the job you thought an entire army wouldn’t be able to; you were mesmerized by your reflection in the mirror, to say the least. “You think Lin will like it?”

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Forever & Always l Peter Parker

Summary: The reader is best friends with Peter Parker and decided to take matters into her own hands when Flash begins tormenting him at Liz’s party…

Warning: Anger issues, Language, and Fluff

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: @pastelpeter

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A/N: I have so many requests in my inbox at the moment so sorry this took so long to get up. But requests have not closed so keep sending them in. I love writing and I have all the time in the world.


Peter Parker made his way through the busy hallways of Midtown School of Science on a Friday. He approached his locker and entered the combination before opening it up. 

“Hey, Pete. You coming tonight?” Ned asked, coming up behind him.

“What’s tonight?”

“You know,” Ned replied. Peter closed his locker door shut and began walking with his best friend to their first class of the day.

“No, I don’t.”

“Tonight is Liz’s party,” Ned said with a wide smile plastered on his face. Peter looked away and shrugged his shoulders.

“So what?”

“Dude, come on.”

“What?” Peter asked innocently.

“I bet you a certain Y/N is gonna be there,” Ned added, nudging Peter’s arm playfully. A teasing smirk evident on Ned’s face. Peter shoved him away gently.

“Come on man. Leave me alone.” Peter couldn’t hold back the blush now seeping onto his face.

“Tonight is the perfect chance for you to ask her out.”

“No, no, no. I am not doing that,” Peter said, looking over at Ned.

“Why not?”

“Because she is my best friend and best friends are not suppose to feel this way towards each other. I just don’t want to risk the friendship we already have,” Peter said sorrowfully. “That’s all it is.”

“Mhmm, okay. Whatever you say.” The bell rang and the two of them looked at each other before running off to get to class.


Peter played with his meatloaf at lunch, picking at it with his fork. His chin rest in the palm of his hand and his eyes were downcast on the nasty cafeteria food before him. He couldn’t help but think of Y/N. That’s all he ever thought about.

The truth was, Peter and Y/N had known each other since they were babies. They had grown up together and developed an unbreakable friendship over the years. He still remembers the day he first met her, her pretty eyes shining at him as she held a small cardboard box in her hands while her father unlocked the apartment door next to Peter’s. 

Throughout the years, the two had become even closer. Y/N would sometimes spend the night and vice versa. They would watch Star Wars together and eat popcorn. They worked on school together and went out to the mall on the weekends with Ned. Peter had a crush on her since the day he met her but never had the courage to tell it to her face. And so he kept quiet.

He was always there for her and she was always there for him. He comforted her when she went through her first breakup, he comforted her when her mother died, and he comforted her when she wasn’t accepted into a college she really wanted to go to.

He was always there to pick her back up again. He was always there to tell her that things were going to be alright. He never let her down. And with every passing day, not one went by without Peter thinking of her.

“Peter?” He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up into Y/N’s eyes. She stood before him with a tray of food in her hands. “Mind if I sit here?”

He cleared his throat and shook his head. She smiled at him and sat down across the table from the two boys. Y/N brushed a strand of hair out of her face and pushed it behind her ear.

“So, are you guys going to Liz’s party tonight?”

“I am,” Ned said.

Y/N directed her gaze to Peter and tilted her head. “What about you, Pete?”

“W-Well, are y-you going?”

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“Then I guess I will come. Homework can wait,” Peter said, his lips forming a tight line on his face, his lips disappearing into his mouth shyly.

“Great!”


That night, Liz knocked on her bedroom door as she waited for Y/N to exit it. “Y/N. Are you changed yet?”

“I don’t know, Liz. I don’t really like dress you gave me,” Y/N’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. Liz had leaned Y/N one of her many dresses so Y/N would be able to grab the attention of Peter Parker.

Y/N had recently developed a crush on Peter and had only told Liz about it. She couldn’t stop thinking about his brown curls and dazzling brown eyes. She couldn’t help but fantasize over her best friend. Though Y/N thought it was wrong for her to have feelings towards him, she couldn’t help herself. Peter Parker truly was perfect in her eyes.

Y/N exited Liz’s room in a small black dress that hugged her small figure perfectly. A smile grew on Liz’s face and she held her hands out. A nervously look portrayed on Y/N’s face as she looked herself over.

“Look at you! You look so hot!”

“I-I don’t know, Liz. Don’t you think it is a little too much?” Liz scoffed and pushed Y/N back inside her room. She turned her best friend around so she could see herself in the mirror.

“Nonsense. You look amazing. I am one percent sure you are going to take Peter’s breath away,” Liz complimented.

“You think so?”

“I know so. Now come on, the guests will be arriving soon.” Liz left the room and Y/N took another look at herself. She smoothed down her dress and patted her wavy hair down. She double checked to see if her makeup was pretty enough and it was. Finally she grabbed a little perfume off of Liz’s vanity and sprayed it on herself.

“There,” she said, finally content with the way she looked. She spun on her heels and made her way towards the door, a bit of confidence emitted with each step she took. 


Peter and Ned were only ten minutes late but by the looks of it, they were probably the last people to arrive at the party. Peter looked around the room nervously, in search for Y/N. Ned nudged Peter’s arm and pointed from across the room.

There she was. All dressed up for the occasion. Peter’s eyes softened at the sight of her, letting his mind run wild. He loved the way her lips curved into a smile when she talked and he loved the way her dress fit her small figure perfectly.

Y/N turned her head and caught sight of Peter. She waved at him and it took him a lot of courage to wave back. “She’s here,” Ned said. 

“I know.” Y/N excused herself from the group of people she was talking to and made her way over to Peter and Ned. Peter’s eyes trailed up and down her body multiple times before she reached them.

“Hi boys,” she smiled.

“Hi Y/N,” Ned laughed slightly.

“H-Hi Y/n,” Peter’s voice squeaked. It had betrayed him. “W-Wow, you look great.”

“Thanks,” Y/N smiled widely. When she smiled, Peter smiled. “Well help yourselves to all the pizza you can eat and–”

“PETER PARKER! What’s up?” They all directed their gazes to Flash who was controlling the music for the night. With a microphone in hand, he began to torment him. “Trying to land yourself a date with Y/N? We all know that is never going to happen.”

The crowd laughed and Peter looked around, completely and utterly embarrassed. Y/N clenched her fists in anger, locking her jaw in place.

“Hey, where’s your pal Spiderman?” 

God, he was still on this? Every since Ned blurted out in gym class that Peter knew Spiderman, Flash has not been able to stop teasing the poor boy about it. Probably because he didn’t believe him.

“Is he in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?”

“Shut up, Flash,” Y/N said loudly enough for him to hear her. Nonetheless, Flash continued to tease Peter.

“That’s not Spiderman. That is just Ned in a red shirt.”

The crowd roared in laughter and Peter stepped back in defense. He looked down at his feet because he couldn’t take the teasing any more. Y/N stormed over to Flash and pushed his microphone down.

“That’s enough Flash,” she warned.

“Come on, Y/N. Lighten up. I am just having a little fun,” Flash smirked. “Won’t you have a little fun with me?” He winked at her and that was the last straw. She raised her hand and delivered it to his face. 

Crack!

Flash stumbled backwards and clutched onto his cheek in pain. Peter raced over to Y/N’s side and wrap his arms around her waist, picking her up and trying to hold her back. She kicked in Peter’s arms in protest.

“Leave him alone!” She shouted.

“Y/N,” Peter warned. He pulled her away from Flash as fast as he could.

“Let me at him! Let me at him! He doesn’t deserve to get away with these kind of things,” she yelled. All eyes were set on her as Peter dragged her away from the party, much to her protest.

Once safely on the curb of the street, Peter set her down on her feet. She turned around and tried to run back into the house but Peter grabbed her by her waist again. He hoisted her up off the ground and carried her into the none busy street.

“Y/N, I need you to calm down,” Peter grunted as she hit his back. 

“I can’t! Not until you let me go so I can go punch that son of a bitch in the face.” Peter set her down again and roughly grabbed her arms. 

“He’s not worth getting all riled up for,” Peter said, shaking her. She stopped right there and then. “Don’t waste your breath. He will never change.”

“P-Peter, I- I am so sorry,” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Its fine.”

“I just get so angry when he torments you. You don’t deserve all that crap he is giving you,” she said. He released her arms from his grip and he smoothed his hands over them reassuringly.

“I know but there is nothing either one of us can do about it,” he shrugged.

“I just wish I could take a tree branch and shove it up his–”

“Y/N,” Peter warned. 

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“Come on. Let’s take a walk. Blow some steam off.” Y/N nodded in agreement and the two of them began walking down the street together. “Thank you by the way.”

“For what?” Y/N asked, looking over at Peter. He shoved his hands in his pockets and gazed down at his feet. He shrugged his shoulders.

“For defending me, I guess. Not a lot of people are willing to stand up to a bully.” Y/N stayed silent and breathed in the night’s cool and fresh air.

“Your welcome then.”

“Hey uh–can I ask you something?” Y/N briefly glance over at him.

“Yeah.”

“D-Do you–no–are you–going to–are you going to go to Homecoming? Or are you going w-with anyone?” Peter said, stumbling over his words.

“I was going to go but nobody asked me,” Peter stopped in his tracks.

“Really? I find that hard to believe,” Peter stated.

“And why is that?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Well, look at you. You are so pretty–.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at him and his mouth dropped open, realizing the words that had just flown from his mouth. “Well, I-I-I mean…”

“You think I am pretty?”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah,” his voice cracked. “You are really pretty and amazing and so smart. You are the most beautiful and most perfect person on this planet.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” She asked, a curios look on her face.

“B-Beacaue…I…like…you,” he breathed. 

“You do?” Peter nodded his head, now looking down at his feet in embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Because best friends are not suppose to feel this way towards one another. We are suppose to be civil and accept our positions as just friends,” Peter said, more confidently this time.

“Bullshit,” he looked up. “I don’t care about being civil anymore.” She took a step towards Peter. “I don’t care about us not being able to love each other because we are friends.” She took another step closer, their chests now touching. Peter gazed down into her pretty little eyes. “I don’t care about any of that because I like you back, you dork.”

She reached up and cupped the back of his neck, bringing his lips down to collide with her’s. Peter immediately kissed back and wrap his arms around her waist so he could pull her closer into his arms. Y/N stood on the very tips of her toes and pulled him closer to her, lacing her arms around his neck. She wove her fingers through his brown curls and smiled against his lips before pulling away.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” Peter breathed, resting his forehead against her’s.

“Me too,” she smiled up at him. 

“Will you go to Homecoming with me? Will you be my date? Will you be mine? Forever and Always?”

Y/N smiled up at him and pressed her lips against his again. He hummed against her sweet and soft lips. His hands trailed up and down her back sweetly before she pulled away again. She nodded her head and smiled up at him.

“Forever and Always.”

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Off Limits part 3 (M)

→ Reader x Blind!Chanyeol

 “I almost feel sorry for playing him.”

→ Warnings: Curse words. Smut.

Word count: 2,6K


As the thin back of the boy she was meeting up with came into view, Rose thought back to your sad eyes, your quiet demeanor and the tears she knew were pressing on the back of your eyes. She thought back to the sole reason she was doing this, your happiness and the sticky affection you had for your blind boy, with a short sigh just as the owner of the thin back turned, his dark hooded eyes finding her’s after a single second.

“Baekhyun.”

He nodded, saying nothing more than her; “Rose.”

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