that shirt looks so cute on him *cries*

Part 10: Midnight

Summary: Pizza, PJs, and Philosophy. Things get a little emotional again. 

Prologue  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

They ordered pizza and argued amiably over the movie they would watch. Because it was already after eight, they knew, realistically, they wouldn’t have time to watch more than one or maybe two, if the midnight deadline turned out to be real. Ultimately, Thomas grabbed a handful of bendy straws, cut one short and concealed it in his fist, and they drew for it. Patton won, and selected Beauty and the Beast, which no one else minded (when Patton tossed him a wink, Thomas hid a smile, realizing Patton had chosen a tried-and-true favorite of everyone’s to keep them from arguing any longer). 

While they waited for the pizza to arrive, Thomas suggested they set up the living room so they could all pile up and sleep downstairs. 

“There’s not room for everyone in the bedroom anyway,” he said. “And it’s not like I’m going to leave you guys alone. Especially if…” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. 

“It makes perfect sense,” Logan said. “It will allow us to remain in close contact with one another, which we may find…reassuring.” 

“Yeah, plus: slumber party!” Patton cried exuberantly. “Thomas! Can I borrow your cat onesie?” 

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Sober - Part Four

Characters: Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) Big Bang, Song Mino - Winner 

Genre: Angst 

Words: 5,209

Originally posted by daesungstrash

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beverly + clothes headcanons
  • so it starts out w bev stitching up the boys clothes at first right
  • little things like holes in the seams and knees right
  • then she makes matching hoodies for the group for christmas saying ‘the losers club’ but with a red v because of eddies cast
  • then its all out from there. the boys all ask her for clothes
  • mike gets a new jacket that incorporates some of his old jacket into the new one (it was his dad’s jacket) ((mike cries when he realizes it))
  • ben gets all the sweatshirts his heart desires, and for one of the school dances she even makes him a full tux
  • eddie gets fannypacks and polos and “accidentally” a crop top.
  • he freaks out and then realizes it’s cute af and rocks the hell out of it
  • (the squad cant handle how cute he looks at all)((esp richie shhhh))
  • RICHIE GETS THE UGLIEST HAWAIIAN SHIRTS OH MY GOD THEYRE ATROCIOUS. He loves them so much and wears them into adulthood
  • bev makes bill all these slightly big clothes like plaid jackets and hoodies and sweaters
  • but she makes them all in blues and black and greys???? and bill is so confused??????? but figures bev just feels that color fits bill the best
  • its all fake
  • she makes all of these clothes KNOWING stan is gonna steal them
  • and after the first time stan steals bills jacket or sweater he gives bev this L O O K
  • she makes other things for bill and stan but THE JACKETS/SWEATERS/SWEATSHIRTS ARE FAIR GAME
  • bill has no idea and just goes w it like a puppy 
  • bev makes their prom outfits as well and they all match in style

anonymous asked:

would you write something where andrew learns how to knit?

This is beautiful let’s do this (this is less of a learns how to and more of a Andrew + knitting introduction & adventures ft. Neil Josten and Happiness)

  • SO after Renee moves away for her peace keeping ventures, Andrew has no one to spar with
  • Neil offers to take her place, but Andrew would rather gut him himself than see Neil with a knife in his hands again
  • and, stupidly, he couldn’t inflict wilful, angry violence on Neil if he tried
  • suddenly his avenue of stress relief/violence relief is gone, and it hits him harder than he expected
  • frustration builds up; muted anger and bitterness and the itching need to hit and hurt
  • the nightmares get worse, and after them there’s nothing to take the phantom pain and fear away
  • he starts drinking and smoking more, becoming more dangerous in practice and person
  • he’s more abrupt with Neil more often, lets him touch him less, basically just distances himself because he’s scared that he’ll snap and it’s Neil who will suffer
  • and Neil is seriously worried
  • he’s never seen Andrew like this, and its scaring him
  • and he misses him too
  • so, unsure of what else to do, he calls Bee
  • he’s done that before, after the first time Andrew fucked him, when he freaked out and took off and Neil had no idea what to do
  • Bee knew Andrew well enough to know what to do then, he hopes she can do something similar now
  • Bee is all over it
  • she knows Andrew needs something to help him relieve the stress and tension and anger, something perhaps calming and peaceful in the place of Renee’s reciprocated violence
  • so she calls in her annual leave and flies up, inviting Andrew out for lunch
  • Andrew suspects Neil had something to do with this, but goes along anyway
  • and Bee can see that Neil was right, Andrew is tense and disconnected and jumpy, worse than before the meds
  • because this time he’s fighting it, he doesn’t want to linger in the same darkness he once welcomed, but he doesn’t know what to do
  • Bee has an idea
  • Now, Bee is a knitter, an avid one
  • her grandmother got her into it a lifetime ago, and she does it from time to time to relax and unwind and remember her
  • she thinks maybe Andrew might take to it, given a little push
  • so she invites him out again, not telling him where they’re going, just saying its a surprise
  • Andrew only goes because he trusts Bee with, well, everything
  • when he sees that it’s a knitting club he just about walks out
  • what the fuck would he do with knitting? He’s a 5 foot tall man of barely contained violence, who can kill 4 men twice his size with his bare fists
  • knitting is not for him
  • but Bee asks that he try it, just once, just to see
  • he begrudgingly agrees
  • the club is mostly older women, though there are a few older men and strangely enough a bunch of younger people too, maybe his age
  • some are there for volunteering or community service, or simply because they either enjoy knitting or want to try it out
  • Surprisingly enough, its not so bad
  • Andrew can sit in silence and work while he either listens to the stories being told around him (the elderly have some fascinating stories to tell, when the younger ones ask) or just tune them out
  • and Bee thinks that maybe it’s working, maybe Andrew likes this, maybe he finds it as peaceful and tranquil as Bee had hoped (also she’s impressed because wtf first time knitters are shit but Andrew has taken to this with an odd amount of skill)
  • she takes him back next week, then the week after that, and he goes every time without another word
  • after that she has to go back, but she buys Andrew a knitting kit with a half a dozen balls of wool and gives them to him as a gift
  • she asks him to continue on with it, and maybe knit her something if he has time
  • so, Andrew does
  • at first he hides it from Neil, slightly embarrassed
  • but to his surprise Neil comes home one day earlier and catches him at it, but does nothing but smile fondly
  • “my mum used to knit. It was the only present i ever got apart from knives”
  • so Andrew integrates it into their nightly tv time, wherein they watch whatever movie Nicky has been gushing about over Skype (usually a gay classic), Exy games/re runs, or shows and movies Andrew used to like and that Neil has to catch up on (being on the run didn’t make for good media consumption)
  • in a moment of rare sentimentality, Andrew knits Neil a scarf- bright orange with a fox paw print in the centre
  • when Neil sees it he smiles so wide that his face must ache
  • but he kisses Andrew so softly and sweetly, fingers curling into his hair and tugging gently
  • (maybe later he lets Neil take him with his mouth, lets him press his happiness in soft kisses and licks and sucks to Andrew’s cock)
  • Andrew hates him (its very satisfying)
  • he also knits Bee something, as she asked him, a frilly pink beanie she can wear in winter
  • she absolutely adores it, and wears it every chance she can get
  • Andrew continues the practice for years, letting it fit into his life where violence once was
  • the urge to hit and punch and hurt is still there, but the edges are softened and he can take it out on the court (to Neil’s obscene delight)
  • On the nights when he wakes from nightmares, on the bad days where he can’t bear to be touched or looked at, not even by Neil, when he’s afraid of himself as much as of anyone else, he takes his knitting and retreats to his room
  • and he just sits and knits until the tension and nausea and fear and memory fades away
  • Neil thinks that the practice is good for Andrew, and adorable besides
  • he encourages it by hunting down the most ridiculously coloured, oddly textured, strangely patterned balls of wool he can find, gifting them to Andrew as presents
  • Andrew hates him, and in retribution knits items of clothing that he forces Neil to wear
  • around christmas, when they go out for a double date with Dan and Matt, he makes Neil wear a patterned beanie of obnoxiously bright yellow, pink and orange, a christmas scarf with cats on it and yellow mittens with red stars on them
  • he looks like a right asshole, but Neil has never been happier in his life. He loves wearing things that Andrew has made for him, regardless of what they look like
  • he would wear nothing but Andrew’s knit wear for the rest of his life if Andrew would let him (this is the same boy who owned like 3 ratty t shirts till Andrew staged an intervention you know he would)
  • When Dan sees him she laughs so hard she cries, and Matt giggles and kisses him on the nose
  • (that boy is so cute they would steal him if Andrew wouldn’t shank them)
  • After they get the cats Andrew also knits stuff for them, rugs for their cat houses and little booties
  • he subscribes to a knitting magazine that gets published monthly and contains tutorials on new knitting designs and techniques
  • he actually gets invested in the culture, and learns all the big names in the knitting world, something that is ridiculous and absolutely not the direction he thought his life would take
  • he even goes back to the club, from time to time, in the off seasons
  • he gets friendly with a couple of the older people there, who have no idea who he is and who couldn’t care less, because old people are harmless and their stories are always eventful
  • When Renee gets back he gives her a sweater of her favourite colours, and she kisses his cheeks and hugs him tightly
  • when she asks him later if he wants to spar, Andrew, to both their surprise, says no
  • instead, he goes home to Neil and the cats, to a cup of hot cocoa and reruns of Queer as Folk, to his balls of wool and his knitting needles
  • And with his boyfriend curled against him, his work in his hands and the cats sprawled on his legs, Andrew finds himself content
  • for the first time in a lifetime, the violence that itches under his skin is quiet

highlights from rtx sydney 2017/things I will never forget:

- miles and kerry being absolute shit at the google trends game

- trend master lawrence

- elyse being elyse (bc tbh she’s a highlight no matter what she does)

- barbara being suuuupppperrrr excited when she saw I was wearing one of her shirts (”it looks cute on you” bless I love that beautiful canadian)

- achievement hunters walking past us in the funhaus line; caiti seeing me and as she passed she said “by the way you look beautiful” (I ALMOST CRIED)

- lawrence drinking a fosters out of adam’s thong (flip flop for you non aussies)

- millie s ramsey complimenting my shoes/being a light in my life

- waiting in line for jeremy; him pulling out his phone and recording the massive line saying “this video is going straight to my mother” 

- lil j is so little! but great at hugs 10/10

- michael and gavin standing too close whilst battling with the switch 

- the inevitable blow job/hand job innuendos that came with playing the switch

- the wet bread (rip gavin)

anonymous asked:

Seth Rollins number 13 - I lost our baby

A/N: (Y/S/N) = Your sons name.

It had been 6 months since you’d had your baby. He was a happy cheeky boy who looked just like his dad. The father in question however was currently running around like a mad man doing his best to avoid you and a find your now missing son.

You were backstage at Raw and all the girls wanted to catch up so Seth insisted that he take your son and look after him while you had some girl time. However Seth had got called to do a last minute promo so had quickly thrust your son into the arms of Cesaro who had been told by Seth to say there and not to move.

Seth had just finshed his promo, taking half an hour to film because of technical issues. When he got back to the spot where he left Cesaro and your son they were nowhere to be seen.

“Damn it Ceasro! I told you stay put.” he muttered to himself as he called Cesaro for probably the 10th time in 1 minute. Getting no answer from Cesaro’s phone Seth started to get frantic, he was running down corridors and asking people if they’d seen him. Everyone he spoke to said they hadn’t seen him, okay his heart was definatly on its way up his throat. As Seth was on his way to back to see you it was like he had an epiphany, Cesaro had probably thought he was taking to long so taken your son back to you! Seth sprinnted faster down those corridors that he had ever ran before to get to you and the girls, only to find you with no baby and no sign of Cesaro.

“Hey babe……. where’s (Y/S/N)?” You cocked your head slightly to the side.


“Seth Rollins you tell me where he is right now or I swear to God I will divorce you!” Your voice started to raise as the panic set in. Seth was a good father but boy could he be ditzy sometimes.

“I….ummm….. I lost our baby.” He looked down and you could see the tears in his eyes as he started to fiddle with his hands. “I had to do a last minute promo so I asked Cesaro to look after (Y/S/N) and the camera kept fucking up so it took longer than I expected and when I came back they were gone. I swear to God I looked everywhere love and I….just…I just can’t find them. I’m the worst parent ever.” By now the tears had started to fall and you coud see how dissapointed with himself for letting this happen. You closed the gap between the two of you and pulled him in for a hug, as soon as his head made contact with your shoulders his body started to shake with sobs.

“Hey you’re not a bad parent. You asked Cesaro to look after him and I’m sure he’s fine. Cesaro’s probably just taken him to the bathroom or something.” As if on que the swissman came round the corner holding your son and a bag from the merch shop. When he saw the scene in front of him he came running over, dropping the bag by you and placing a comforting hand on Seth’s back.

“Hey what’s going on?” Seth’s head shot up and instantly grabbed your son from him.

“Where the hell have you been? Why didin’t stay and wait for me to finish the promo?!” Seth’s harsh tone made Cesaro take a step back.

“You were taking longer that usual and (Y/S/N) started to get restless so I thought we’d pop down to the shop and get him some shirts, when I got back to where the promo was you had gone. People said they’d seen you head this way so here were are.” You could see the guilt wash over Cesaros face as he was piecing it all together. “I didn’t mean for you to worry…”

“Yeah well it’s to late for that. I was running round this place like a lunatic worried sick at what could have happened!” Seth’s raised voice made your son cry so you grabbed him and started to shush him. Once your sons cries finally started die down you spoke.

“Seth calm down. He’s safe and fine. You and I both know Cesaro meant well and we both trust him to look after (Y/S/N). Dont be mad at him, he was only doing something nice.” Seth took a deep breath looking at Cesaro’s sheepish face.

“I’m sorry man. It just freaked me out you know? Next time text me.” Seth joked and pulled Cesaro into a hug.

“OMG this is so cute!” They were interupted by you pulling a baby Kingslayer shirt out of the bag.

Prompt from this list


Request: can i request ikon’s reaction to their s/o wearing their clothing like a hoodie or t-shirt?? THANKU!!

Hanbin/B.I: You would be wearing one of his favorite shirts. All day he’s been looking for it til he realized it was on your body. “Jagi, you gotta stop stealing my clothes!” He giggled.

Originally posted by forkjh

Jinhwan: “Baby, can I please have it?!” You cried to Jinhwan. He was trying to get back he hoodie you stole from him. “Fine,” He gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Have it because you’re so cute.”

Originally posted by ikonis

Bobby: Bobby would actually think it’s the cutest thing on the planet. His eyes wouldn’t leave your body. His attention would be on you at.all.times.

Originally posted by bobhwa

Junhoe: Not only would his eyes be on you, but also his hands. Everywhere you went; he’d follow. Let’s just say his shirt ended up somewhere else in the house.

Originally posted by wocjiho

Yunhyeong: He gave you some of his shirts and sweaters to wear around anywhere. He adored your smell being left on them afterwards, and also adored the sight of you in his clothes. “So so cute, jagi.”

Originally posted by teambgasm

Donghyuk: I honestly think Donghyuk would get turned on by you wearing his clothes. He wouldn’t let his arms off you no mater what. He would eventually give you more of his shirts to wear.

Originally posted by ohmikon

Chanwoo: “My goodness! Jagi! That’s my sweater!” He shouted. You just laughed and gave him a small kiss on the lips. “Baby, I know. It’s mine now.”

Originally posted by ikonis

cr to the owners of the gifs.


anonymous asked:

i wonder if isak ever tells even he watched romeo + juliet for him before they really had a proper conversation even would probably melt

hey lovie! ohhh my gosh, you! I want to say that Isak did tell him at one point, sitting on the counter top like, “did you know I watched that lame movie from that director you’re so into, and like, I cried it was so beautiful” and Even looks up from like, cutting up tomatoes or whatever and just stares at Isak with the biggest hearts in his eyes because he loves him! so much! and like, for weeks Even sometimes mumbles things like, “I can’t believe you actually cried” really quietly under his breath and Isak will be like, rolling his eyes and telling him “anyway!” and then at one point Even’s pressing five thousand kisses against Isak’s back, pushing his nose in Isak’s shirt because he smells so good and he’s like, “no, but I can’t believe it made you cry. you’re so cute. the cutest. you’re a babe” and Isak wonders when he’s going to let that go, haaaa! but also more kisses please, hahaha.

I’m Sorry - Nathan Prescott x Reader

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{Credit to gif creator} 

Fandom- Life is Strange 

Character- Nathan Prescott {Also includes Warren Graham, Max Caulfield and Chloe Price, (Mentions Evan Harris, Logan Robertson & Luke Parker)} 

Word Counter- 1396 Words 

Persona- Male 

Warnings- Episode 4 spoilers, sort of. Language.

Things get a little heated ;) 

Request- Could you write a nathan x reader but male persona please. Like after warren beats nathans ass. The dude would enter the dorm and help nathan to his room. N sooths him but nathan crys n complain. The guy sooths him n then nathan randomly kisses him.

I actually loved writing this, so thank you for requesting it ^.^ 

You were walking back to your dorm when you saw Warren Graham, Max Caulfield and some blue haired chick walking your way, they were constantly looking over their shoulder’s. 

“I can’t believe you did that!” The blue haired girl says to Warren and you look at them as they rush away. 

“Hey! Max!” You call and she looks round at you, looking you up and down. 

“Hey (Y/N),” She smiles at you and you look at her, she was pretty, so was the blue haired girl…and Warren was kinda sweet and cute too.

“What happened to Warren?” You ask and she looks over her shoulder at Warren and the blue haired girl ushering Max on. 

“I’ll tell you later, (Y/N),” She says before turning and rushing after her friends.

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Blankets (Gajevy Week 2016)

Gajeel woke up freezing

With goosebumps sprouting up across his skin, he opened his eyes. Looking down, Gajeel realized he had nothing covering his boxer-clad body; not even a sheet. Frowning, he looking to his left to see the slumbering culprit facing him.

Levy was bundled so tightly in the blankets that only her wild, cerulean hair and the top of her delicate, heart-shaped face were visible. She was humming softly, something she did occasionally while sleeping, and she looked peaceful and cozy. Gajeel could see her chest rising and falling with every breath, and he sighed.

“You had it coming, Shrimp,” he said quietly.

Then, he ripped the blankets off the solid script mage’s tiny body.

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You get upset


You were sitting on your bed, leaning your back against the headboard as you stared at the blank wall. A small tear escaped from your eye and you quickly wiped it away. You didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want to be weak but the thought of your failed hunt weighed down on you, the thoughts of the few lives lost because you couldn’t get there in time. However after the first tear the others kept coming, streaking down your face and smudging the makeup you had applied only a little while back.

When you heard the door squeak open you quickly wiped away your tears, but Sam had already noticed them as he took large steps towards you. “Y/N ? What’s wrong? What’s happened?” He questioned you, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking your hands within his- tracing small circles on your palm. You clenched your teeth together and stared up at the ceiling as an attempt hold in the tears that threatened to spill over. “I screwed up so bad Sam,” You finally said before you recounted the events of the hunt- beginning to finish. All while you spoke Sam listened contently, staring directly into your eyes as he waited for you to finish speaking.

“Y/N It’s not your fault,” Sam spoke immediately once you finished speaking and engulfed you in a hug, allowing you to cry on his shoulder.


When Dean walked in on you sobbing and practically inhaling ice-cream he was pretty quick to jump to your side and demand what was wrong. “Y/N seriously what happened? Did you get hurt? Did someone die?” A frown was etched on his face as he searched your eyes for some kind of clue on what was happening. Swallowing the ice-cream you had in your mouth you let another sob rack through your body. “Dean, I got dumped,” The moment you said it out loud you realised how pathetic it really sounded- but you honestly thought that he was the one.

When you looked back up at Dean a small giggle escaped your lips as you saw his face. He had an overdramatic comedic surprised face as he stared dumbly at you, “You got dumped? YOU? What is the world coming to?” He feigned sobbing into his hands as you giggled again at his goofiness.

After a few more seconds of him goofing around he threw his arms over you in a loving hug, “But seriously Y/N, this guy doesn’t deserve you crying over him- and trust me when I say that you will have no problem finding a new guy,”

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Castiel stared at you in confusion, “I don’t understand?” He simply said as you tried to explain to him why you were so upset. “It’s just like a movie Cas, and it’s so cute and I want a relationship like that!” You cried out. The look on his face easily showed that he still was completely confused. “But i don’t understand why you are so upset over it, if it’s cute then should you not be joyful?” He questioned you, cocking his head to the side.

You wiped away a few tears from your eyes and shut your laptop, “Cas, just shut up,” You say as you wrap your arms around him and cry silently into his shirt. He froze for a second before slowly wrapping his arms awkwardly around you, tracing small circles into your back. He didn’t quite understand why you were so upset but he didn’t like the feeling he got in his chest watching you cry so he wanted to make sure you were happy.

Teddy Bear: Namjoon Scenario

Prompt: You miss Namjoon while he’s on tour.

Genre: angst/fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

“I’ll be home soon, okay,” his voice rang out in a tinny tone. It came through the speakers on your laptop.

“Okay,” you replied in a small voice. You sat on the couch in your living room, blankets swaddled around you, keeping the chilly air from hitting your skin. The laptop sat on your lap as you skyped your boyfriend while he was on tour.

“I love you, baby,” his voice seemed like it was beginning to crack, and you knew that it meant he would have to go soon; he always hated crying in front of you.

“Love you, Joonie,” you gave one last heavy sniffle. He smiled at you and waved one last time before the screen went blank, signaling the end of the call. You let out a shaky breath and rubbed your nose. The heavy, swollen feeling of loneliness settled back on your chest. The apartment always seemed so much bigger when he wasn’t home.

Namjoon was on tour with his band again, this time back in America. They were promoting for a new album, which meant that you hardly got to see him as they traversed through different countries. The short skype calls were nice, but they never did much to ease the pain of his absence.

You slowly closed the laptop and fought against the pang in your heart that urged you to cry. Your eyes drifted to the wine glass sitting on the coffee table. It was still half full, but your stomach ached too much now to finish it. It was only 8:30, but the emotional stress had drained you, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep.

You got up slowly, the muscles in your body sore, and moved around the apartment to close everything up for the night.

You threw on one of Namjoon’s plain white tees. It smelled like him and you lifted the collar to inhale deeply. Finally, you were able to crawl into bed. Your arms found the huge stuffed bear that resided on the sheets.

Namjoon had bought it for you a few months before. He hated to leave you alone when he had to work, so he got you something to cuddle while he was gone. It was soft and tan, large enough for you to wrap your arms around it and cuddle it. You named it Joonie. Namjoon had sprayed his cologne on it, and the stuffed animal provided you a little comfort at night when you didn’t have a warm body to snuggle up to.

Your face pushed deep into its soft back fur as a few tears began to leak out. The ache of your missing lover was sometimes just too much at night. Even the bear could do little except be something to cling to as you couldn’t stop the sobs that now racked your body.

“I just miss him so much,” you cried. Your salty tears were now dampening the soft fur. You hugged the bear “Joonie” tightly, as you fell into a cry induced sleep.

Without your knowledge, Namjoon had a scheme the whole time. He had planned to surprise you by coming home and taking a few days off from their tour. He begged his manager to let him go home because he saw the hurt in your eyes, even if you hid it well. Begrudgingly, his manager gave him three days, a time when they didn’t have any concerts, only promotional interviews.

You hadn’t noticed on the skype call that he was on a plane home. It had been too dark to tell. You hadn’t put much thought into the fact that it would have been daylight in America, a detail you easily looked over. He had already been close to landing, the reason for the darkness.

He arrived at the apartment at 11:00, fully expecting you to still be awake. When he walked into the house, he was surprised to see the lights all turned off and no sounds but silence.

“Baby?” He called. He set his suitcase down before going to look for you. He vaguely wondered if you had gone out with friends and mentally scolded himself for not checking what your night plans were.

He made it to the bedroom after checking the rest of the rooms and was surprised to see your sleeping form on the bed. Your back was turned to him, and he smiled as he saw your arms tightly wrapped around the bear he’d gotten you. His smile faded, however, when he rounded the bed and saw your face.

Although the peaceful face of sleep had consumed you, your cheeks were puffy and your nose was red. Tear stains marked their path down your cheeks. Namjoon’s chin quivered at the thought that he was the one that had caused you so much pain.

He crouched down before you and reached his hand to swipe a stray lock of hair from your face. You flinched for a moment, but continued to sleep. In fact, you subconsciously leaned into his warm touch. A smile tugged at his lips, and he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. You stirred.

“Hey, baby girl. I’m home,” he whispered. Your eyes slowly opened, heavy from the sleep and dried tears.

“Joonie?” You inquired. You couldn’t believe the sight before your eyes. He couldn’t possibly be right before you.

“Hey, sweetie,” he cooed. His fingers still ran through your hair, combing the strands from your face.

“Is this a dream?” You still couldn’t believe that he was right in front of you as if this was all some cruel dream.

“I’m home for a few days,” he continued. After a few more moments, you let yourself believe that yes, he really was home. Your eyes lit up, and you launched yourself into his arms. He stumbled backwards, catching you as you buried yourself into him. You smelled the cologne on him, and the tears returned, this time good ones.

“It really is you,” you cried. “I can’t believe you’re home. I missed you so much,” you desperately tried to control your emotions. He rubbed circled into your back as you both sat in a tight hug on the floor.

“Wait, is this my shirt?” He spoke up after a few quiet minutes of cuddling.

“It might be,” you looked up at him. You hands reached to cup his cheeks as you took in all of his features. He leaned down to place one chaste kiss on your lips.

“It looks cute on you, especially with these,” his hands trailed down your back, and you yelped when he snapped the elastic on your baby blue, cotton panties.

“Namjoon!” You squealed as he began to pepper kisses all on your face and down your neck. You swooped his hands under your knees and back, bringing the two of you back to the bed. He grabbed the large, stuffed bear and threw it into the corner of the room.

“He doesn’t need to see this,” he mumbled as his lips once again returned to yours.

The next few days were spent love making, cuddling, and basking in the presence of each other. The time was short lived as he had to leave so soon, but you kept the memories with you. They served as a small reason to smile when he was gone again, and you patiently waited for him to return again, always snuggling the big bear when you felt extra lonely.

A/N: I know this is super unlikely and unrealistic, but I loved writing it nonetheless. Not even considering the fact that they can’t date, I know a manager wouldn’t let them leave work/tour just to see their girlfriend.

He sees his toddler daughter wearing one of his old shirts to sleep in, when he gets home from tour (IKON)

Y/D/N: your daughter’s name

B.I: -she tumbled out of her room when she heard the front door open. When she saw him she didn’t make it far due to the length of the shirt catching her foot/ He thought it was a very precious sight to see her in an old t-shirt he left before tour- “she looks so comfy and cute”

Jinhwan: -the fact she mad you bring her to the air port only clad in a pull up and his shirt was cute enough. He was worried though that people would think you didn’t dress her to go anywhere- “she looks so cute. She must be cold though, if she didn’t even let you put a jacket on her”

Bobby: -it was his shirt, to your shirt, to her shirt. It was one of his favorites that he really enjoyed it on you but now that he saw it on her he couldn’t help but smile at the adorable sight- “I guess it’s going to be passed down between all of our babies, you know if and when we have more. I might just let her keep that one she’s just so cute in it”

Junhoe: -she wore it tied in the back with her leggings and jacket when you guys went to go meet him. It was dirty and covered in finger paint. From the sign you two made for him but in all it was just cute to him- “Y/D/N you look so cute. I have another shirt you can have if you would like it? Or would you just like that one?”

Yunhyeong: -it was actually a nice dress shirt that he accidentally left, she cried the first night he left. So you gave her the first thing you grabbed that smelled like him and passed it to her and now he got to see her in it- “you know what I am not even mad that half of that bottle of Cologne gone or that I no longer have that shirt. She looks like a little me in it”

Donghyuk: -who wouldn’t be proud to see their child in their clothes. He personally knew she had a collection of both of your clothing in a drawer. She now had the shirt he wore the day before he left for tour on her little body as she slept calmly on the couch waiting for him- “she looks so comfy, is the shirt stained? I really like that one. But I guess I won’t get that one back will I?”

Chanwoo: -you passed the sleeping toddler off to him at the airport. Where he noticed a long long long sleeved shirt on her to keep her warm. He thought it was extremely cute how comfortable in the shirt that he didn’t want to take her out of it ever- “when did she ask you to give you this one? I actually was looking for this shirt during tour but at least it was put to good use while I was gone”

Hii, so this is a little idea that I had for a while now. There’s plenty more to come ,at least I hope so. Let me know what you think about it and if you want me to keep going with this? Thanks xxx

Chapter one

“Can you come here for a moment?”
Harry rushed into the kitchen of the apartment he quite grew to like over the last eight weeks. His band was finally taking a break after five years of nonstop working and traveling from one continent to the other. If he was honest he still didn’t feel like they were on a break. He still felt the constant jetlag and tired eyes but he enjoyed his time off. He was staying with his sister Gemma in London right now. Gemma all but begged him to stay in her apartment for a while because she missed him so much over the past few years. Harry agreed immediately, he was planning on staying with his family anyway.
“What’s up, Gem?” he asked his sister who looked like she would have a meltdown in a few seconds.
“My co-worker is coming over in half a hour. She’s really amazing and I’m so excited that I can work with her because she’s so talented. I really want her to like me and feel comfortable here because she will probably spend quite some time here during the next few weeks. I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t walk around half naked or do something stupid, yeah?”
Harry chuckled at her nervous rambling and leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. He met her last co-worker on a party a friend was hosting. If he was quite honest he doesn’t like people from the journalism industry all that much. It wasn’t even because of all the things those journalists and press people wrote about him or what rumours they spreat about him. It was the way they acted. Every journalist he met yet who wasn’t interviewing him and his bandmates was a bit strange. They were arrogant and cocky and he thought that some of them thought they were better than other people with different jobs. He really did bot like journalists.
His sister of course was different. He loved the way she wrote and how passionate she was about her job. And she wasn’t arrogant and cocky.
“Don’t worry. I’ll say hello to your new, ‘amazing’ co-worker and then I’ll leave you alone. You know I don’t like those people anyway.”
Gemma shook her head at him and walked over to the fridge to get herself a water bottle. She opened the bottle and took a sip from the cold liquid.
“She’s not like them.” she said when she turned around again to look at her brother.
“She started in this industry about three years ago. We have this big project going on. We’ll be working on stories together.”
“Sounds nice. I really she isn’t like the others I met.” Harry rolled his eyes at the thought.
“No, she’s really sweet.” Gemma smiled.
“Oh, did you say sweet?” Harry asked as if he didn’t hear her correctly.
“Yes, she is sweet. But don’t you dare make a move on her.” she threaded and pointed a accussing finger at Harry.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything embarrassing. Unless-”
“Harry, no! She won’t be interested in you anyway.”
“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“Nothing. Just go and do some work or something.” she rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile on her lips.
Harry shook his head at her and turned around to leave before he remembered something.
“I’m going to go out with Niall tonight. I won’t be long though because he is going to fly to LA tomorrow.”
“Alright. Please, don’t get drunk. Don’t want you to be sick.”
“I won’t.” Harry said and rolled his eyes at her.
He went upstairs into Gemma’s bathroom where he took a shower and shaved the little stubble that grew over the last two day he didn’t shave. He was quite looking forward to this little night out even though he didn’t enjoy those type of things as much as others did his age. Tonight he’s going to be alone with Niall which was good because that meant nobody would end up drunk. They both weren’t that into alcohol, a beer or two were okay but they both knew their limits.
He got out of the bathroom with a white towel around his hips and made his way to the guestroom. The room wasn’t big but more than enough for him to stay for a few weeks. He went over to the little drawer on the opposite side of the room where the bed stood. He decided he would wear a black see-through button down with black ripped skinny jeans and some boots.
When he was dressed and was finished with drying his hair and spritzing on some cologne it was almost seven o'clock. In ten minutes he had to leave in order to be on time.
He made his way downstairs when he heard something that made him stop dead in his tracks.
A giggle.
A very cute and pretty giggle.
And it was definetaly not his sister giggling.

He walked down the last few stairs and over to the living room. He stopped right in front of it though, he didn’t want to be seen yet.
“So I thought that maybe we could separate our stories, you know? I don’t think it’s a good idea when we write everything together because that will probably get a bit too much. What do you think?”
That was his sister talking. There was a little pause before he heard the other girl speaking.
“I think that’s a very good idea. What I’ve seen from your previous writings is that you quite enjoy to write about nature and food and stuff like that, right? I love to write about girly stuff like makeup, fashion. But also about love and sex.”
Hell, Harry thought. He needed to know what that girl looked like. Her giggle was pretty, her voice was pretty. And somehow the fact that she enjoyed to write about sex awoke something in him.
No, it wasn’t because he was a horny teenager who started to blush and giggle whenever someone said the word ‘sex’ but the way she said it was somehow… sexy? And the fact that she wrote about it was kind of hot.
Harry rounded the corner and when he saw her it seemed like everything around him stopped.
God, she was pretty.
She smiled at him when she saw him and he didn’t think he ever saw such a breathtaking sight before. Her plump lips were stretched in the most beautiful way and her teeth were the brightest shade of white teeth could ever be. Her eyes were literally shining and looking so beautiful and perfect he almost cried. Her hair was just the right length and suited her beautiful face perfectly. She was dressed in a white shirt and blue ripped jeans and she looked so cute how she sat there he almost wanted to pinch her rosy cheeks.
“Hi! You must be Harry. I’m Y/N, Gemma’s new co-worker.” Y/N stood up from the couch and reached her right hand out with a bright smile.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Harry mumbled and smiled softly at her.
He shook her soft hand and he was sure that he felt tiny electric shocks on his skin when he touched her.
She really was amazing, Gemma didn’t lie.
And incredibly sweet.
She was one of those people Harry’s mum Anne always called sunshine. Anne always said that Harry was a little sunshine because when he walked into a room the whole atmosphere changed and when he smiled he world looked like a better place.
Y/N was a sunshine too. Her smile left him breathless and he almost didn’t find any words to reply to her.
“Nice to meet you too, Harry. I hope I don’t disturb your evening or something.” she said and her eyes widened and her smile fell a bit.
“No, no.” Harry was quick to answer.
He wanted her to smile again.
“I had plans anyway, don’t worry. I think Gemma is quite happy when she gets rid of me.” he grinned over at Gemma.
“True.” Gemma laughed.
Y/N smiled again and Harry felt his heartbeat racing when she looked into his eyes again. He never felt like that before when he looked at a girl. Of course, he met pretty girls before but never did he meet someone like Y/N. Something about her felt different from the very first glimpse he caught of her. He wouldn’t call it love on first sight, though. He didn’t believe in that. But maybe it was a massive crush.
“Well, I’m going to leave now. I’m already a bit late.” Harry chuckled and waved at the two girls.
“Bye.” Y/N smiled at him.
Harry left the livingroom and when he was sure that they couldn’t see him he leaned against a wall and took a deep breath. That was… intense. He wondered if Y/N felt the same way but…
Let’s just say that Harry is a hopeless romantic. He loved the idea of finding the significant other and loving them forever.
She won’t be interested in you anyway
The words his sister said earlier were replaying in his head. It was true. He was almost certain that she had a boyfriend because well, look at her. Someone who does not see her beauty must be blind. And even if she was single he wouldn’t have a chance. She was perfect and he was… Harry.
And she worked together with his sister.
She was taboo.

He left the apartment after he put his boots and a jacket on.

When Y/N heard the front door of the apartment fall shut she turned to Gemma.
“So I’m not some weird fangirl or something but I have to admit that I was quite nervous about meeting you’re brother.
"Oh, there’s no reason to be nervous around him. Sometimes he’s a pain in the arse but most of the time he’s a absolute sweetheart.” Gemma smiled at her.
“So you actually enjoy having him here?” Y/N asked curiously.
“Yeah, I do. I didn’t quite get to see him that often during the last few weeks is it’s nice to finally spend some time with him again.”
“That’s nice.” Y/N hummed.
“So where were we?”
“Yeah, right. So…”

Harry got home around midnight, absolutely sober. His thoughts were still consumed by the girl he met a few hours ago. He knew that he was probably overthinking everything and he only felt that way because he hadn’t met a girl in a very long time and he was pretty lonely. But he also knew that something happened when she touched his hand. It was somehow magical.
He was still sitting in his black Range Rover even though he was already in the driveway of his sisters apartment. Y/N’s car was still parked as well. His heart raced at the thought of seeing her again and a smile spread on his cheeks.
He got out of his car and made his way to the front door. He unlocked the door with his key and closed the door quietly behind him. He took off his boots and coat before he walked to the kitchen. When he walked inside he saw her placing down two wine glasses.
“Hey.” Harry spoke quietly so he wouldn’t scare her.
“Oh, hi.” Y/N turned around with a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I’m sorry that I’m still here but we wrote a lot and now Gemma fell asleep. She had a bit of wine so…”
“Always falls asleep after she had some wine.” Harry chuckled and leaned against the doorway.
“She’s on the couch. Did not want to wake her.”
Harry nodded and smiled at the way she took care of his sister. She was sweet. Inside and out.
“Alright so I’ll leave now.” Y/N said.
Harry’s smile fell and a frown took over his features. He knew he couldn’t ask her to stay a bit more because well he didn’t know her and she probably did not want to spend any time with him. And it was late.
“You came here by car, right?” he asked and she gave him a nod as answer.
“Oh, you’re not annoying at all. It’s sweet that you worry about me but I only had a little sip and I’m a big girl.” she gave him a little wink and a cheeky smile.
Harry chuckled and nodded.
“I know you are. Just don’t want anything happening to you.”
Y/N’s smile fell a bit at his words and he almost thought he said something wrong but she caught herself pretty quickly again.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give Gemma a text when I’m at home, alright?”
“Okay.” Harry nodded.
Y/N wanted to make her way over to the living room but right when she reached the doorway of the kitchen she stumbled over her own feet and almost fell on the floor but Harry caught her. One arm was around her waist and the other hand was holding onto her arm.
“Careful, love.”
Y/N looked up at Harry with wide eyes and a blush on her cheeks. Harry really did not have a dirty mind but the way her eyes were so big right now and her cheeks had that flush made him wonder what she would look like on her knees for him, about to take his-
“I’m so sorry. I’m really the clumsiest person ever.”
She moved away from his hold and looked at the ground a big embarrassed.
“Don’t worry. I’m clumsy too. I stumble over everything. And most of the time I can’t control my limbs.”
Y/N looked up at him again and a quiet giggle left her lips.
Yes, her giggle was really cute.
“I should really leave now.” she said after a while of just looking at him.
Harry nodded and moved aside so she could get her stuff from the living room. She returned a few seconds later, smiling softly.
“Thank you for saving me from hitting the floor.” she blushed.
“Anytime, clumsy.” Harry grinned cheekily at her and poked her nose with his finger.
Another giggle left her lips and now Harry was sure that he never heard something more beautiful.
“Good night.” she whispered and got up on the tips of her toes to press a soft kiss against Harry’s cheek.
Harry felt his cheeks heating up immediately. He didn’t think she would do that.
“Good night.” he whispered back.
She sent him another smile and left the apartment. He didn’t know how he could stay so calm while talking to her because on the inside he was freaking out. Harry still felt the ghost of her lips on his cheeks and he still smelled the whiff of vanilla that hit his nose when she leaned up for the little kiss. He was sure he could die happy now.

The next morning he woke up with a smile on his face. Y/N got home safely, he saw Gemma’s phone lighting up with her message half a hour after she left.
He made his way downstairs into the kitchen were Gemma was already sitting at the table with a croissant on her plate and a cup of tea in her hand.
“Good morning.” Harry smiled at her and went over to the counter were Gemma already prepared a cup of tea for himself.
“Good morning.” she replied irritated.
“What got you all smiley this morning, hm?”
Harry had to admit that he was quite grumpy in the morning. There was never a reason to his bad mood though and after twenty minutes he’d be a little sunshine again.
“Oh, come on now.” Gemma eyed him suspiciously.
“I know that smile. It has something to do with a girl am I right?”
Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to look at his sister. The problem was that he always told her everything and vice versa, but he couldn’t tell her that.
T/N was taboo.
“No. There’s no girl. I’m just in a good mood.” he sent her another soft smile and sat down across from her at the table.
“Alright. Anyway, Y/N is so amazing. We already wrote on our first piece last evening and it’s so great. I love her ideas and she’s so inspiring. It’s going to be so good, we really are going to write about everything. I’ll write about lifestyle, nature and cooking and stuff and she’ll do girly stuff and some juicy stuff like love and sex. I can’t wait to finally start writing on it.”
Gemma sounded so exited Harry couldn’t help but smile at her. He was proud of her and everything she achieved lately. And the fact that she now worked with someone like Y/N who she admired was amazing.
“Sounds great. I’m excited to read some of it.”
“Oh, yes. We’ll upload the first one in like two days. And the beginning we wrote is already so good. Y/N will finish it up at home and then it will be up.” she grinned.
“Nice.” Harry nodded and took a sip from his tea.
Oh how he wished he could make a move on Y/N. But he didn’t want to ruin that experience for Gemma. If he asked Y/N out on a date or they actually really started dating it would be quite awkward if they would end. So that was probably not that great of an idea.
“Y/N told me she was pretty nervous about meeting you because of who you were. She was cute about it.”
“She knows me?”
“Of course she does! Who in our age doesn’t know who that weirdo from that strange band is? And when she found out that she was working with the sister of Harry Styles she probably had a little fangirl moment.
Harry chuckled at the thought of that sweet girl fangirling over him.
"Anyway, what do you think about her?”
Gemma’s question made him suck in a breath and he closed his eyes briefly. Goodness how he hated to answer that question. What should he say? That he was in love with her from the second he caught a glimpse of her perfect face? That he didn’t stop thinking about her since she kissed his cheek?
No that probably wouldn’t be that smart.
He hated lying to his sister.
But well, here goes nothing.
“Umm, well…”


Testing Me? (Cristiano Ronaldo imagine)


“Come on Y/N you’re taking forever and I have to leave” Cristiano said from downstairs

I sighed and put my hair up before leaving, downstairs. “Done alright, happy lets go” I said

As I walked past him, Cristiano held my hand pulling me back. I raised an eyebrow towards him, “Yes?” I asked

He pointed towards my shirt, I looked down and nodded. “Where’d you get that, and why are you wearing it?” He asked looking at my shirt

I sighed, “Cristiano you wanted me to hurry up, and I did so can we leave now?” I asked

Cristiano shook his head, “No, I can be late now”

I looked at him, “Crisitano are you serious, you rushed me and this is what came out of it so let’s go” 

“Y/N, take off the jersey” 


“Take it off” 

“I said no” 

Cristiano groaned, “How the hell did you even get this guys shirt?”

I chuckled, “Are you jealous right now?” 

“Don’t avoid my question” 

“Then don’t avoid mine” 

He groaned once more, before opening the door and walking out. I chuckled, when we got to the car I sat down and looked over to Cristiano, “Are you really jealous that I have Zlatan’s shirt?” I asked

Cristiano looked over to me, and then put the key in the ignition and we drove off. The entire ride to the store it was silent, when we parked the car I saw we were at one of my favorite stores and I turned to Cristiano. “Why are we here?” I asked

“To buy you another shirt” He said seriously 

I laughed, “Okay” 

We walked into the store, and the ladies smiled at Cristiano and I. “Y/N, Cristiano nice to see you” They said

I smiled back, “What can we help you with today?” One of the girls asked

Cristiano didn’t say anything and pointed towards my shirt, “We’re here to get this changed” Cristiano said

I scoffed looking at him, “Ladies please tell him, that this is not a bad shirt” I said

They looked in between Cristiano and I, “Um”

“See they agree with me” 

I raised an eyebrow, “You’re jealous and I have no idea why, it’s not like I’ve actually met Zlatan” I said

He groaned, and dragged me over to a rack of jersey’s. We looked through them, and I found another jersey. “Aw babe look isn’t it cute?” I asked holding up another PSG jersey

Cristiano looked over to me, and his smile turned into a frown. “You’re an ass you know that?” He asked

I laughed, “I love you too” 

He sighed, and continued looking. I pulled up one of the little chairs and sat down next to him, “Cris I don’t understand why you’re so jealous, I mean it’s just a shirt” I said

“No it’s not just any shirt it’s His! Shirt, plus I’m still not understanding how you bought or got the shirt in the first place” He said

I chuckled, “So you’re admitting your jealousy”

He stopped looking through the rack, and turned towards me. “No I do not”

“But you kind of just did babe”

“Y/N why can’t you just take the jersey off?”

I looked down at it, “It’s a nice jersey” I said

“And what does that have to do with anything”

“That I’m going to wear it”

Cristiano groaned, and grabbed my shoulders. “Babe please take it off” He said

I smiled, “Admit that you’re jealous and then I will” I said giving him a smile

Cristiano looked at me, and then sighed. “But I’m not” 

“You do sound jealous” Someone said from another corner

“See that person agree’s with me” I said 

Cristiano looked over to that person, and his face somewhat dropped. “Let’s leave you can wear the shirt” 

I raised an eyebrow, “Reall you’re not going to flip over the Z-”


“Don’t shh me” 

Putting the shirt back on the rack, Cristiano grabbed my hand and made his way to the exit, “Cristiano why are you walking so fast”I asked

“Cristiano Ronaldo” A voice said 

Just as I was going to turn to see who it was, Cristiano tugged on my hand and pulled me behind him. “Hey man, it’s nice to see you what are you doing in Madrid?” Cristiano asked

“Just came for some business, who’s your friend?” The guy asked


I pinched his arm, and he released my hand, “Really Y/N? Are we five now?” He asked turning to me

I looked over and saw who, the man was and laughed. Once I stopped I looked between the two men, and Cristiano’s face was showing bits of jealousy. “That’s a nice jersey, you have one number 10 right?” He asked

I nodded, “Thank you Zlatan, my brother bought it for me” I answered

He looked over to Cristiano, “You’re her brother?” Zlatan questioned

Cristiano shook his head, “This is my girlfriend”

Zlatan nodded, “A shame” 

I laughed, “Do you need help looking for-”

“Nope Y/N he doesn’t need help, Zlatan it was nice seeing you we’ll have to get drinks some time” Cristiano said as he took my hand and was rushing me to the front of the store

Zlatan didn’t even respond, well at least I didn’t hear him respond. Once we got in the car I turned to look at him, “Aw my little jealous Ronaldo” I said pinching his cheek

He smacked my hand away, and began driving back to the house. “Didn’t you have to go some place?” I asked

“No I cancelled” 

~Later At Night

I walked down the stairs, seeing the light in the kitchen on. As I walked in I saw Cristiano holding in one hand my jersey and the other hand a lighter. I chuckled, causing him turn and release the lighter causing the flame to go out. “I thought you said you weren’t jealous?” I asked sitting on the counter

“I’m not” He said scoffing

I nodded my head, “Sure you aren’t babe” I said sarcastically. 

He sighed, “Okay what do I have to do to make you forget this?” He asked

I thought about it for a moment, “There’s one thing, put the lighter over there and give me the shirt” I said

He did just that and I headed upstairs grabbing my phone. Coming back down, I sat on the counter once again. “Okay now when I put the camera on you, I want you to say these words okay?”

Cristiano gave me a blank stare, “Are you  serious Y/N” 

I nodded, “Yes now are you going to repeat the words or not?” 

He sighed, “Alright what are these words” 

I cleared my throat, “I was jealous, and tried to get rid of my girlfriends jersey” I said

He raised an eyebrow, “That’s simple, and I’m not jealous” 

I scoffed, “Whatever you say,but wait let me go get one more thing”I said

Cristiano sighed, and leaned against the counter. I went upstairs and searched through my side of the closet, a small chuckle left my mouth as I brought the material downstairs with me. “Close your eyes Cristiano” I said


“Because I said so”

He sighed, and when I looked around the wall his eyes were closed. I took the shirt, and walked over to him putting it on him. “Okay you can open and look at the camera no where else okay” I said

Cristiano nodded, “Okay go” 

“I was jealous, and tried to get rid of my girlfriends jersey” He said

I smiled, and stopped recording. “Great we’re all done, night babe” I said running up the stairs

It was moments later, that I heard Cristiano screaming through the house. “Y/N!” He yelled

“See now we have a matching jersey babe” I said 

He came into the room turning on the lights. “Why!?” 

I shrugged,” You wanted to burn mine so I bought you one too” 

Cristiano looked down at the jersey, “I don’t think I would’ve wanted his jersey, I have my own” 

I sat up, “Why not you look hot in purple” 

“I look hot with my own name on my back too” 

Bunny Hop (DK/Seokmin Imagine - Submitted)

(Admin Note: okay, first submission on the blog: I like this and think it’s really cute! I edited it a little bit for some formatting and grammar and little things but other than that I’m posting near exactly what came to me and I hope you like it. I guess you could consider it a little present for Seokiee’s birthday? idek. -Tanisha<3) 

Author: Cataract-Chalcedony @cataract-chalcedony
Reader x Seokmin (DK, Dokyeom)
Seventeen Smut (ish)

Summary: You didn’t mind dressing up for Seokmin. But as a bunny? Maybe taking advice from his bandmates wasn’t the best idea… Fluff. 

She felt stupid. So damn stupid. Seokmin was supposed to be home hours ago and she was getting tired of wearing this outfit. As of late Seokmin had been trying to subtly tell her he liked it when she dressed up for him. Whether she wore a short plaid skirt or a cute pair of tights.

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Hushabye Baby: Liam Dunbar

Sorry for the crappiness guys

I always sucked at video games. There was too many buttons and things going on at the same time that I just gave up. Except Mario Kart, I am the master of Mario Kart.

I walk into Liam’s house, naturally letting myself in with the key under the doormat, assuming that Liam was too engrossed in his game to notice other human beings. Or my hammering on the front door.

I bounded up the stairs, pausing outside Liam’s door to hear the usual shouts of complaint at the TV. Once I even heard him giving a pep talk to his men before sending them out to play in the world championships.

But I couldn’t hear anything, until a few whimpers escaped through the closed doors.

Frowning, I lean forward and twist the handle, slowly pushing it opened.

The only light was coming from Liam’s bedside lamp, the curtains firmly shut blocking out the sunlight. The TV was on but muted so the cast of F.R.I.E.N.D.S were bumbling around like a bunch of very confused mimes.

There was a big ball of covers and blankets in the middle of Liam’s bed, which Liam was curled under, whimpering.

“Liam?” I whispered, scared of almost disturbing the quietness.

The mountain of covers shifted slightly, and I caught a glimpse of Liam’s face.

I walked right up to him, crouching down next to him. Most of his face was hidden beneath a blanket except his forehead. I placed one of my hands on it and immediately jumped. It was scorching hot.

“Liam?” I said again, and this time the blanket was pulled away and I saw his big blue eyes, feverishly bright.

“Aww sweetie.” I cooed, pulling him up into a sitting position.

He groaned again, holding his stomach and I slowly massaged the back of his neck.

He shifted over slightly, pulling off more of the covers and I saw the sweat glistening off his bare back. I slipped in beside him and he nestled his sticky forehead into the crook of my neck.

“Go to sleep.” I hushed, gently running my fingers through his hair as he mumbled into my hair.

It wasn’t long until he dropped off, muttering every now and then in his sleep.

Carefully I eased my way out the bed, fumbling around for my phone. I slipped out the room, dialling Scott’s number as I walked downstairs to the kitchen.

He picked up on the third ring, while I tapped my foot impatiently.

“Hi!” Scott picked up, sounding happy. I almost didn’t want to spoil his good mood but my baby was hurt so, I’m sure he’ll live.

“Scott there’s something wrong with Liam.” I began explaining.

I was only half way done when I heard a shout from upstairs. Frowning I move to the foot of the stairs. Until I suddenly heard a loud piercing scream.

Hanging up on the phone I bound up the stairs two at a time, bursting through the door as another roar is emitted from the room.

Liam was thrashing around on his bed, screaming like crazy as his legs kicked out frenziedly.

“Liam!” I cry, flinging myself at him and shaking him desperately. His eyes snapped open, a bright glowing beta yellow.

“Y/N!” He shouted, grabbing onto me.

“Shhh, shhh its okay. Shhh.” I soothe, pulling him into my chest.

His whole body was shaking and he sobbed into my neck.

“You-you-“Liam started choking, “You died, in my arms.”

“I’m here, I’m okay.” I reassure, rubbing his back.

“Nothing can happen to you.” Liam cried, “I couldn’t live with myself if anything did.” He broke off, reburying his face into my hair, my shirt damp with his tears.

I love you Y/N.” I heard him whisper, so softly that I knew I wasn’t supposed to.

Pulling back slightly, I look at his tear stained face, into his gorgeous baby blue eyes and I smile. Leaning down I press my lips softly against his.

“Love you too.”

My Little Girl - Peter Maximoff x Child!Reader

Pairings - Peter Maximoff x Child!Reader

Word count: 811

Prompt by @blue-tail​: Yay can you do a cute peter x child reader where he has a daughter whose like 3 just a cute fic about him being a daddy 💗👋thnxs so much if you can

Originally posted by illusoriapoesia

Originally posted by holymotherlandkorea

A/N: There it is! Sorry it’s so short. :( I hope you’ll like it!♥ I didn’t write this in the ‘you’ perspective because I thought it would be better this way, and this way I could view the world from an adult perspective. I hope I made this accurate for a three-year-old and cute enough. I’m sorry if it didn’t meet your expectations, this was my first time writing something like this. :c Thank you for reading and I always appreciate feedback.♥

“Daddy please stay!”, the little girl cried, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging on it. Her wide eyes looked up at him. “I can’t, babygirl, I have to go. But these lovely people will watch for you, okay? Maybe you will find a friend to play with.”, Peter said calmly and sat down on one knee so he was eye-to-eye with his daughter. He pushed a strand of his silver hair out of the way and took her face in his hands to give her a kiss on his forehead. “I love you, Y/N honey. I promise I will be back soon.”, he said and smiled the most gentle smile, and the girl started to relax a little. “Pinky promise!”, she insisted and he chuckled as he reached out for her little finger with his.“Promise.”, he reassured her and she seemed content with that. When he stood up again, he patted her little head and started to walk away after blowing her a kiss.

Peter resisted the urge to just speed out, because he didn’t want his little girl to think that he wanted to get away from her. He hoped that her first day at kindergarten would go well for her, and he hoped she wouldn’t miss him or her mother too much. He had always felt sad when he saw her cry, now, her cries were usually to express sadness or discomfort, and he tried his bad to comfort her as good as he could. When he thought about her, he always had to smile proudly. His daughter had her first day at kindergarten, she would meet other children there and she would learn to count and she would learn so many new things and have new experiences. It made him proud to be able to accompany her along the way of reaching all these milestones. He loved her with all his heart, and thinking about it, it even saddened him a bit that she wouldn’t be at home every day anymore.

The time had come to pick Y/N up, and Peter was really excited but nervous about it, he was worried that maybe she hadn’t had a good day or that she had cried a lot, but he also thought that she would’ve probably overcome it and had an amazing experience. She was such a bubbly little girl full of love, and he was full of love for her. When he entered the door, a couple of other parents were also there to pick their children up, but many children were still inside and outside playing. He spotted her Y/H/C hair at the table, she was sitting at a chair and drawing shapes on a paper with different colors. Peter walked up to her from behind and when she had just put one crayon away to pick another color, he lifted her up and spun her around.

He heard her cute giggles. “Daddy!”, she exclaimed and he chuckled and sat her down on the table. “Hey, princess. How was your day?”, he smiled and bent down a bit to look at her. “It was good, daddy! Look what I made.”, his cupcake said and picked up the paper from the table. She had some difficulty but managed to hold it in front of her so her dad could see it. It had all kinds of shapes and colors on it, and Peter smiled widely when he saw the drawing. He kissed the little forehead once again. “It’s beautiful, darling.”, he said with honesty and sincerity, so proud of his little girl. “Can you help me, daddy?”, she asked. “Anything for you, darling, what do you need me to do?”

“Can you write for Mommy and Daddy on this?”, she handed him the picture and he sat down on one of the tiny chairs, then he looked at her. “But it’s your drawing, sweetheart.”, he said and stroked her arm while looking at her. “I want you to have it.”, she said with determination. “That’s so nice of you, thank you. In what color do you want it princess?”, he said with playful seriousness, as if it was his job to make this picture the best in the world. “Y/F/C.”, his daughter replied and handed him the right color crayon with her little hand. He wrote the words on it and was so touched by the fact that she wanted to dedicate this drawing to him and his wife.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”, he smiled as he finished and took her hand to walk to the car. “I will keep this sacred.”, he said and pointed at the drawing.

And he did. Everyday he saw it, hanging over his bed in a frame with her name on it, he smiled widely and could literally feel in his heart how much he loved his little daughter.

Those Suspenders // Jack Johnson Smut

I honestly do not think you are ready to read this smut but continue if you dare.


Jack was late, as usual. I sighed waiting at the place the ceremony would be held at. My cousins wedding was today and Jack was late, again. The passed two weeks he’s been recording in the studio and he would come home at 3 in the morning, he’s didn’t show up to dinner twice, I don’t even know. I looked at the time, there’s 20 minutes until the ceremony starts. I looked down at my blue dress and sighed. All I want is one day with Jack, all I want. A tear slipped out of my eye followed by a couple more. I stood there sobbing and waiting for my missing in action boyfriend. “Princess, it’s that you?” I hear a familiar voice. I wiped my year and turned around to him. There he stood in a dress shirt, suspenders, and skinny jeans. He’s so cute.

“Hi baby.” I walked to him and held him in my arms as I cried some more into his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” He rubbed my back.

“You’re here, I get to spend time with you now.” I giggled, “I’ve missed you these past two weeks.” I kissed him passionately. I think he forgot we were in public outside a church when his tongue ran across my lips. I pulled away. “Babe we have a wedding to attend.” I took his hand in mine and walked toward the building.

– About halfway through the reception –

I walked back over to my table where Jack was seated talking to my mom and dad. “Hello Jack, hello parental units.” I chuckled. I’ve called my parents that since I was about 12 and I’m now 19. Jacks hand rested on my knee as he talked across the table. I checked my phone and giggled seeing my cousins texts from before the wedding. I looked back up to the conversation that was going on in front of me, and that’s when Jacks hand moved to my inner thigh. I put my hand over his warning him, but he only squeezed my thigh lightly. “Um I’m going to go back and dance.” I smiled standing up.

“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll go and join her.” Jack said and my parents nodded. He followed me to the dance floor that was down a couple steps from the dining area.

“What do you think you were doing?” I asked Jack, “My parents were right there.” I whispered in his ear.

“I was wondering if you have self control, but you didn’t let me finish.” He said back and I looked in his eyes which seemed to darken. I bit my lip and checked the time. I read 10:23pm.

“It’s time to go home.” I said quickly. I went back to our table and bid a farewell to my parents and made up the excuse that Jack has to be in the studio early tomorrow. I walked to my cousin congratulated her and took Jacks hand as we exited the building.

“These two weeks I didn’t touch myself baby girl, I wanted you.”

“I’m so sexually frustrated right now. Get in the car and drive home because your suspenders right now are turning me the fuck on.” I groaned and stepped in the passengers side of the car. Jack put his hand on my thigh again, but it was dangerously close to where I needed him most. Two fingers brushed over my heat making me take in a deep breath and made Jack chuckle darkly.

“Take your panties off.” Jack said eyes still on the road, but I didn’t question him. They were off almost immediately. “Put one leg up on the seat.” I did so again. Jacks hand wandered over to my throbbing pussy. I moaned at the slight touch out his finger brushing against my clit. “You want that princess?” I only nodded because I couldn’t find my words. He rubbed my clit and I was in complete ecstasy. Jack pulled into our driveway and I grabbed my purse and threw my panties at Jack. “Ooh, look at my trophy.” He held them up. The breeze beneath my dress made me shudder. Jack opened the door very slow just to antagonize me.

“Daddy please.” Slipped out of my mouth. I never called Jack daddy before but he turned to look at me with a smile.

“Get inside and wait for daddy on the bed.” He growled. I ran up the stair to the bedroom and stripped down leaving my heels on knowing Jack loved to fuck me while I wore heels. I laid down on the bed missing the touch of Jacks fingers. I heard Jacks footsteps enter the room. He didn’t have his dress shirt on, but his suspenders were still on and I wanted to cum at the sight of him looking at me.

“You literally have no idea how bad those suspenders turn me on Jack.” I giggled and slipped a finger into me.

“You literally have no idea how sexy you look right now.” Jack mocked staring at my throbbing heat. “Baby I know you like the suspenders but please just let me fuck you right here right now.” Jack let out. He stripped down and the only thing he left on we’re his glasses and that turned me on too. Jack slipped himself into me groaning at the feeling.

“Holy shit babe you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” I let out. Jack started thrusting harder and harder before stopping.

“I want to try something new.” He bit my lip. I nodded, I just wanted him I don’t care how, but I wanted him. He picked me up and put me against a wall. I took his dick and put it into me. He held my legs as he pounded into me I was out of breath and close to cumming all over jacks cock. His muscles were bulging out as I started to attack his neck with hickeys. He stopped for a minute and carried me back to our bed. He laid me on my stomach. “I want to fuck you the way I find you sleeping, on your stomach, your ass always coming out of your shorts, your leg over a pillow pretending it’s me.” He moaned stroking himself, and I laid in that exact position.

“Fuck me daddy.” I looked at him. He slammed into me making me scream.

“Princess. I’m going to cum. Fuck. Y/N. Oh my god.” Jack pulled out and let his juices go all over my ass. I didn’t get to cum yet, but I was still satisfied. “Hang on princess.” Jack ran to the bathroom and I heard the sink running. He came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned up all of he’s seed from my body.

“Thank you daddy.” I winked at him.

“Don’t think I forgot you didn’t come yet.” He turned me over and brought his face to my core. “So swollen, and pretty, and juicy.” He sucked in my clit and fingered me hitting my g-spot almost every time. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. That sent me over the edge shaking and screaming letting everyone know who I belonged to. Jack kitten licked my juices up as I came down from my high. He came face to face with me. “I love you, I didn’t forget about you at the studio.”

“I love you so much Jack.” I kissed him again before housing myself on his side of the bed.

“Baby, that’s where I sleep.” He whined.

“I’m going to have a hard time crawling over to my spot, Jack, please just let me stay here for the night.” I giggled.

“Have fun getting out of bed in the morning.” He winked.