this is really messy holy shit

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It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 1)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 4,072
Author’s Note: 12 fucking pages of notes and outlines and ideas have led to this. Please enjoy. Title taken from Taylor Swift’s Wonderland. I’ll try to upload part 2 within the next few days depending on the response.


To say you are completely floored would be an understatement as you unconsciously curl your fingers tighter around the phone pressed against your ear, confusion and questions settling itself across your features as you try to put a rational thought into this situation only to come up completely short because—!

“What do you mean you’re going to be late?” You demand, trying to keep the nervous touch out your tone, but it’s hard to sound casual when your heart starts to pound a little quicker at the thought of plans not going the way you had once envisioned it to go. “You realize the only reason I’m here is because you insisted that I had to come with you!”

“I’m really sorry (Y/N)-ah!” Hoseok says from the other side of the line, at least trying to make an effort to sound apologetic. “Class ran really really late, and there’s traffic. There must have been an accident or something.”

“I knew we should have just gone together,” You huff out, high heels tapping loudly against the sidewalk pavement as you continue making your way to the restaurant. As much as you would rather simply wait around for Hoseok to arrive to the scene, the idea of just sitting in your car makes you feel slightly congested. While you would be slightly uncomfortable in the restaurant given the company you are about to surround yourself with, it’s better than sitting in the dark.

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Reigen Headcanons

lmao this is long overdue, but tbh i was stuck on him for a bit. (which is why i saved him and mob for last)

// Teru // Shou // Ritsu // Reigen // Mob // Serizawa //

  • Probably has like. barely any Casual Clothes. at least 70% of his wardrobe is suits and ties and slacks because he always is Dressed to Impress
    • but. that 30% is like old worn out shirts of bands that no one remembers and weird pajama pants with tacky designs on them
    • 70% classy 30% tacky
  • sometimes passes out on his desk at the office. not all the time, but often enough that he has a constant kink in his neck
    • gets woken up at 3am by Shou breaking a potted plant while crawling through the window
  • “ooh, god. My neck is absolutely killing me. I don’t even know what I did.” “Maybe its because you’re like fifty, old man.” “wh-aa I uhm– why you even here, Ritsu.” “….. I’m here for Shou…” “oooh I see. So that’s it, huh? Well–” “Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.”
  • has chronic back pain
    • the whole reason he actually learned how to give some killer massages was to try and work the pain out of his own back instead of ‘exorcising’ curses n whatnot, but hey, two birds one stone
  • has a mini fridge in his office
    • before he met mob it used to be full of mostly cheap beer that he could barely stomach. Now there’s always milk, coffee creamer, and whatever is left over from their lunches together
  • has to put a baby lock on said mini fridge
    • teru doesnt know how to unlock them
  • Reigen externally: “oh haha, that, uuh, that was a close one, eh Mob? That damn spirit almost h-had us, huh? good thing I was here.”
    Reigen internally: “holy fucking shit holy crap oh my god oh fu”
  • constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown
    • the only reason he isn’t freaking out 24/7 is because he is really good at just…. shoving all that deep, deep down. He has a killer calm and collected facade
      • the only time his fears, doubts and worries are shown is when he is drunk off his ass (and oh boy does he have a lot of those)
  • the words ‘daycare center’ were once written on the Spirits and Such sign for almost a month is scrawled, messy sharpie
    • Reigen actually did notice it, but Shou would start snickering and giggling whenever he walked past it without saying a thing, so he kept it up to humour him
  • Only remembers Shou and Teru’s name when it’s convenient to him
    • “Eh Mob, where’d that fire headed kid go? I think he took off with my coffee flavouring.” “…. do you mean Shou?” “yeah, that kid.”
    • Hey! Haystack! Get away from the fridge! Didn’t you read the damn sign?” “Sorry boss I don’t know how to read suddenly.”
  • Just as Mob starts telling Teru about how awesome and powerful of a psychic he is, Reigen trips over his own feet in the background and takes a bookshelf down with him
  • screws himself over quite a bit
    • drinks coffee at 9 at night
    • doesn’t readjust that rug near the front of his office, no matter how many times he trips over it
    • repeatedly locks himself out of his office, has to wait for Mob to drag Ritsu by so he can pick the lock
      • doesnt dare question why the fuck ritsu knows how to pick locks
  • will sometimes stay up late at night, staring up at his ceiling with dead eyes because he realized that he has four kids latching onto him
    • like, wtf??? He’s not Adulty enough to take care of this many kids?? why do they keep coming back?? is he supposed to be some sort of Role Model now? thats too much fucking responsibility he cant do that
  • has trouble coming to terms with change, time going past, that sort of thing
    • sometimes he remembers how young Mob was when he first met him, how much time has gone by since then, and his mood plummets instantly
  • he is completely aware of why Teru has been showing up at his office so often, why he sometimes even trails behind Mob like a shadow during some exorcism gigs, and he finds it hilarious
  • Is very, very Asexual

anonymous requested: hii~ madelyn💕I think you can guess who I am haha! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy scenario where the reader is really shy and get’s scared easily so when she gets scared by something she runs to Jungkook’s arms and tries to hide her self in his chest and she’s all scared and he’s all protective of her? lol I hope this isn’t too much work for you!😅

Okay let me just start off by apologizing for taking foreverrrr to write this. I honestly have no other excuse than just being super unmotivated to write lately! I’m so sorry! Even so, I hope you enjoy this! This is my Valentine’s Day gift to all of you (:



Originally posted by staymyfreak

Scared, are you?

Friday night, 10:45 pm

“AAAAHHH!!!!!” you screamed as you quickly shut the TV off, threw the remote across the room, and clutched your rapidly beating heart. Short and detached breaths left your mouth, which was wide open from the jump scare you had just watched in Train to Busan. After you calmed down a bit and your breathing and heart rates returned to their normal paces, you slowly walked from the couch to the kitchen and grabbed a large knife, accidentally leaving your phone on the couch. You sighed when you remembered this fact, and you picked up your house phone to call the one number you knew by heart: Jeon Jungkook’s. And boy was he in for it.

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wouldn’t you get a yeast infection from the sugar… ..
keep smarties far from your hooha folks
also i did everyone for this because it was really fun to do!! it’s kind of short just because it’s hard when i think a lot of people would react the same.

// nsfw



- it brings back his flashbacks of when he was drunk and wore a candy g string to a party once
he would too don’t you lie to yourself

- He does spit everywhere and it’s sort of awkward to eat all of the candy since it’s hard candy?? and he doesn’t want to.. well; you know, bite you. But boy does he try. Yeah it’s messy and sticky but still really nice. He’ll still always like playing around with whipped cream over this, but hey he’s down to do this again.


- Papa Jumin can roll with anything so he’s not phased

- Sure it’s surprising.. But he finds it enjoyable. Even amusing, how cute of you to think of something so silly. But holy shit with him it’s literal heaven? He’s the king of slow foreplay so hardcandy in his way makes it even more slower. But in the best possible way.

- The only one that doesn’t really drool a lot. Must be magic.

- But no; never again will you get that because Elizabeth the 3rd found she likes your new toys too. He found her eating a pair of pasties and that was the last of the ordeal. Curse you Elizabeth the 3rd.



- Candy + MC = Heaven !!
sure it’s super surprising at first, but then when he tastes you PLUS the candy it’s absolutely amazing.
comes to prefer it, if you do. actually might want some of his own.. lolol

- It’s something he likes, so he’d be down to do it again. Just no licorice, he hates that stuff.



- momma jaehee is saving you here please listen to her

- Hey but nipple pasties? she’s down. It’s hard candy so again, takes a pretty long time to melt but she doesn’t really mind. It’s not something she’d like to be frequent but it was pretty cute this one time– She’ll let it slide.

- Won’t wear any herself even if you try to get her to. No way. She’s not trying to cosplay candy-land the game over here.


- No no. Try honey buddha lingerie. Much better.

- Seriously though; He’d love it. It would be silly as always with Seven, he’d want to pretend he’s a monster coming to eat up the pretty little damsel in distress. And he ends up doing so.. just in a different way lolol

- Yes, he’ll snack on them later. Or wear it himself– He really likes this. Look at the monster you’ve created


- For your sake, he’ll go with it. But he thinks it’s difficult, he’s drooling everywhere and it’s not exactly the most pleasant. Since the candy is super sticky when wet.

- Is this what the kinky folks do? is this what it’s like?

- He cant really be serious about it. I mean, he just cracks some jokes. He tries his best but it’s pretty hard. All in good fun though, he’s a sweetheart.

- Probably got those little candy bracelets from sunday school– and they taste exactly the same. he doesn’t need church flashbacks in the bedroom right now, save him.


- Confused and scared because he’s so used to lace or something like that but there’s.. candy? instead?

- He’d try but he’s usually fast so he’d end up ripping it off and getting to the point pretty quickly.

- But he might snack on them later, much to your horror lolol

Your Touch Has Got Me Haunted
part one, the prologue

Clarke’s twenty-first birthday was bound to be something she’d never be able to forget after Raven surprised her with a night at a strip club, with the highlight being a private lap dance by on of the most talented, and lusted after performers, Bell-Oh-My.

However, seven years later, with a daughter just entering kindergarten, Clarke realized that night would be harder to forget than she originally thought when she introduced herself to her daughter’s handsome (and all-too-familiar) new teacher.

word count: 6227
chapter: 1/3
rating: M
notes: I have no idea really how this fic came to be, but it evolved from a random prompt/idea and grew into this… monster. Thanks @yalenayardeen for enabling, encouraging and editing this shit out of this. Thank you for letting me come sit on your couch and eat your breakfast food because I can’t get anything done at my own apartment. And for writing my summary.

Here, she also made a playlist.

(sorry, I also totally posted this without tagging it first– aND WITH A TYPO IN THE GD TITLE JESUS I AM A MESS)

Clarke tugged down the creeping hem of the skin tight black dress Raven had coaxed her into wearing twenty minutes earlier. Despite living in California, it was still relatively chilly in October, and Clarke had argued the choice of outfit until Raven had nearly strapped her down on the bed and forced it on Clarke herself.

“Where are we going, Raven?” Clarke asked, standing on the corner and impatiently waiting for their Uber.

Raven grinned at her mischievously, shrugging. “You’ll see, Griffin. The rest of the girls are going to meet us there.”

“Meet us where?” Clarke whined, tugging on the dress again.

Raven swatted at her nervous fingers as she struggled with the outfit. “Stop that, you look hot.”

Clarke shot her a look of skepticism.

Annoyed, Raven stomped, looking more imposing than her 5-foot-5 frame would let someone believe. “Clarke Marie Griffin, you are going to stop whining right now, because it is your twenty-first birthday and we’re going to go out and have fun. Midterms are over. You have nothing to study for. Can’t you let loose for one night? One night. You deserve that. Hell, I deserve that.”

Clarke deflated. She was right. She did deserve a night of whatever… this was. A night out with her girls, not worrying about med school applications or the Gamma Kappa Sig winter formal, or ex-girlfriends or anything.

It was her birthday after all.

“Okay,” Clarke said, relenting, a reluctant smile stretching across her face. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Raven said, giddy.

Something in her tone made Clarke nervous, but the Uber pulled up before Clarke could press her for more information.

Raven urged her into the backseat, brimming with excitement. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

Clarke wiggled into the far seat, settling in as Raven followed suit. “Ready as I’m gonna be,” she muttered, soft enough that Raven didn’t hear.

Her stomach dropped when the Uber pulled up to the Dropstrip.

“Raven,” Clarke warned.

Don’t start.”

Raven swung her legs out of the car, thanking the driver hastily, and a second later Clarke was surrounded by her sorority sisters. Harper, Monroe, Niylah and Anya were all dressed in the most revealing clothes Clarke had ever seen them wear—and they were standing in front of a strip club.

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anonymous asked:

I hope Matt (stays) is still like a super huge dork, even tho that single screenshot we've seen, he's all badass and ready to fight and looks like he's learned to fight and defend himself. I hope we get him back, keep him, and he's a complete nerd loser.

hell yeah my dude its canon that he loves space and i mean he went to a Space School and hes related to pidge so hes GOTTA be a huge nerd

I kind of went into a huge messy headcanon post by accident when answering this because i got excited so…….if u want….here r my matt/shatt hcs:

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Buy Me Love

“Love you, babe.” He says, kissing my forehead before leaving the house we’d bought together about two years ago. The first night he wanted to bang me in every room of the house but got tired after the first. And that’s when the thoughts started.

He hasn’t notice I’ve stopped saying “I love you” back. I just nod and smile. I didn’t work, he insisted I didn’t. I had my hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. The mug had a photo of us kissing on it. I suddenly felt pure rage run through my body as I stared at the mug. I threw it across the room at the wall. It shattered nd lay in three pieces with some small fragments. 

I pick up the large pieces, cutting myself on the half that had me. Tears welled in my eyes, not from the pain but from the apathy I’ve felt. I throw the pieces in the trash and use a wet towel to get the smaller pieces. I throw that away and go to the closet. I put on an expensive blouse and yoga pants, tying my hair in a bun and leaving. 

I put a luxury designer coat and heels. I grab the keys and get in the Lexus. I pull out and start to drive away from our gated col-d-sack and head into the city, specifically the bad part of town. I drive around until I see it. 

An attractive man leans against a wall, smoking a cigarette. I park the car, making sure to lock it. I walk over to the man, taking in his beauty. He looks about two years older than me. He has curly brown hair and emerald green eyes. 

“Can I help you, Gucci?” He asks. 

“How much?” I ask. He chuckles and takes a deep puff of his cigarette. 

“How much you got?” He asks, his smoke blowing out slowly. 

“I can give you a thousand.” I say, opening my pocket book. He takes another puff of his cigarette. 

“Why are you here, sugar?” He asks, blowing the smoke in my face.

“My husband can’t please me.” I say.

“You’re married?” He sounds surprised. “How old are you, sugar?”

“Twenty three.” I say.

“Fuck, you’re younger than me. Lemme guess, high school sweethearts?”

“No, he was older than me, four years older. We met at a party. He inherited his dad’s business or whatever. He proposed on Valentines day and married me in the Autumn of that year.”

“Shit, sugar. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here.” He says, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“The best time we had sex was when I first met him. I thought he was hot as fuck cause he was older and had money. After that, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I agreed cause I thought he’d be good for me long term. A year later he proposed. I haven’t came since the night we met.”

“Shit, how long ago was that?”

“Four, five, maybe six years?” I say. “He refuses to let me work and insists I take yoga classes every day.”

“How many times a week do you do it?” He asks.

“Once, he wants me to get pregnant but I keep telling him I’m not ready.” I say, scratching my wrist. “I’ll pay you a thousand a week if you can fuck me.” 

He drops his cigarette and steps it out. His eyes rake up my body. He examines me.

“Okay, on one condition.” He says.

“What?” I ask, impatient. 

“We will never tell our names.” He says.

“That’s a stupid condition.”

“If your husband finds out, I don’t want to know your name. So he can’t pinpoint me.” He explains. I nod and he takes my hand, leading me to my car. “Now I’m gonna take yer back to my place.”

I hand him my keys and get in the car. He takes a seat and groans as he sits down. He puts the key in the engine and we drive off. 

“This car is amazing.” He says, I notice he doesn’t have a seat belt on, I reach over to buckle him in. “The fuck are you doing, Sugar?”

“I-I sorry. I don’t want you to die if we get in an accident.” I say, sheepishly. I rub my wrist and avoid eye contact. 

“He has neutered you.” He says, staring off. “Pet, you’re going to have the best sex you’ve ever had. How many people have you had sex with, Sugar?”

“T-two?” I suggest, not really knowing the amount. Just knowing it was under four. 

“Why just two?” He asks, eyes narrowed.

“When I was sixteen, I had sex with a boy cause his dad was a car dealer and he could give me an old model of a car for being his girlfriend.” I say. “I told Evan about that one night after a bottle of red wine and he called me a prostitute.”

“Honey, you are as far from a prostitute as you can get.” He says, turning a corner. I noticed the tattoos on his hands and neck, and the little scar above his eyebrow and under his plump pink lips. He had deep bags under his eyes.

“What can I call you?” I ask him.


“I-I mean, I need to know what to moan when I… Um… Cum…” I say, now embarrassed. I scratch my wrist and look out the window. 

“Call me H. Okay?”

“Okay… H..” 

A small smirk grows on his face. We pull up to an apartment complex. I bite my lip, this was really happening. I lock the car and follow him up the five flights of his stairs to his apartment, if you could call it that. The lock on the door was broken and I could walk right in. The apartment smelled of weed and mildew. 

There was trash strung out all around the room, some of the windows were boarded up. I noticed  hunched over figure on a bean bag by an boarded window. H frowned at the person and walked over to them, kicking the bean bag. 

“Get up, charlie. You haven’t paid your share of the rent in months.” A hairy fat man with smudged, tacky makeup stares up at H.

“H, you know I don’t have the money.”

“Oh, but you have plenty of money to go shoot up! Pay your share and get the fuck out.” H turns around, after placing a swift kick to ‘Charlie’’s gut. 

“H!” A girl squeals, rushing over to H and wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. She places a kiss on his neck and lips.

“Who’s this?” Another a girl asks, she’s completely naked. Her body is uncomfortably skinny and her eyes were hollow and sunken in. She walked up to H and placed a kiss on his cheek. The other girl, who was wearing a pair of pink panties and a white bra, was still straddled around his waist kissing his neck and face.

“This is Sugar. She hasn’t had an orgasm in about five years.” H says, putting the girl down. Se was really tiny, her corn blonde hair in two pig tails. She had a bit of weight on her but it worked in her favor. 

“FIVE YEARS! Holy shit, H. This should just be a charity case at this point.” Pig tails says. She turns to me and extends her hand to shake, I reluctantly take it. “I’m Pink, it’s nice to meet you, Sugar.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” I say.

“Alright, let’s get this on with.” Skinny says, glaring at me. She kisses H before shoving him towards a door. I follow him in. A bedroom: boarded windows, messy bed, and a cracks in the walls.

“How are we-” I start, H slams his lips into mine. My eyes widen and I sink into the kiss. I start to pull down the zipper on his grey hoodie. He smirks into the kiss, backing me into a wall. He pauses the kiss to throw his hoodie off, my eyes widen at the sight of his tattoos. They’re beautiful, I let my fingers ghost over them as we continue the kiss. 

He undoes the buttons on my coat, letting it fall to the floor. H moves his lips to my neck and collar. I warn him not to leave hickeys. I push him off for a second, throwing my shirt down with my coat. H’s eyes widen, his hands instinctively going to unhook my bra.

I groan as it drops to the floor, H’s hands imminently going to my breasts and squeezing. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. His hands leave my breasts and move to my ass. He squeezes and pulls me up to him. 

“You’re so beautiful, Sugar.” He whispers, his mouth ghosting over my ear. I rub myself against his jeans, which were incredibly tight. “I don’t know how your husband couldn’t touch you every second he could.”

“H, thank you.” I groan in his ear.

“Sugar, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already pudy in my hands.” He laughs breathlessly, his hand slipping into my yoga pants and cupping my heat.  I let out a breathy moan and kiss his neck. He pulls my yoga pants down my legs, along with my panties. 

“Lace? What a pleasant surprise. I would have thought he’d put you in old lady silk panties.”

“Fuck no. I put on something I thought would make you hard.” I whisper, breathlessly. I would never something like this: standing naked in a stranger’s apartment cheating on my husband while he’s at work. But I am. “Am I, H?”

“Yeah, Sugar.” He whispers back, looking up at me. He grips my legs and lifts me up. I laugh and he places me on the bed, spreading my legs. I see his face for a brief second before his head disappears and pleasure rocks my body. 

“Fuck, H! Shit!” I scream, accidentally bucking my hips into his face. He places his hand on my hips to keep them down.

“Easy there, tiger.” The vibrations of his words on my clit run through my body. “I take it Evan has never eaten you out.”

“No… No no no.” I groan in pleasure. “Please more, H.” 

“It’s a shame he never did.” Harry presses his tongue flat against me. “You taste so damn good.” 

“H! Please, fuck!” I squeal, grinding myself into his face. I feel myself come undone. I swivel my hips into his face as a wave of pleasure washes over me. 

The rest is a blur of pure pleasure, I’m trapped in a smokey haze of sex and pleasure. All I know is that I know this pleasure that I haven’t felt in years. This passion. 

“Fuck, that was really good.” H says, rolling over next to me. “I wasn’t expecting you to be that good like shit.”

We sit in silence for a few seconds. I roll over in the bed, looking at H. He was truly beautiful. His brown curls were laying around his face, his emerald eyes had a dazed look in them. 

“Can I bum a smoke, H?” I ask, breaking the silence.

“Go ahead, check my pants.” He says, pointing to his trousers that were discarded by the door. I pull the thin sheet wrapped around myself and H’s lower half to get up. As I get off the bed, H tugs the sheet off and stares at my naked form. I blush and attempt to cover up. 

“Don’t like what just happened didn’t happen. Your body is great, shame he makes you dress like you’re forty.” H says. I giggle and strut over to the pants. I fish out the box of cigarettes. H grabs a lighter next to the bed stand. 

I pick out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, tossing the pack to H.  He smirked and put a cigarette in his mouth before lighting it. I walked over and sat on the bed, he lit the cigarette in my mouth. I took a drag and blew out some smoke. 

“I used to smoke before I married Evan. He said it was a filthy habit. I haven’t smoked in years.” I chuckle. H laughs. “Can I ask who those other people in this condo are?”

“Other prostitutes. Charlie is a drag queen, he runs the gay district. The chubby girl, Pinkie, she works the fitness area. They like to fuck fat girls there.”

“And the skinny one?” I ask. H just shakes his head, taking a drag of his cigarette. He blows it out slowly, we sit in silence. 

“I want to try something.” H says. I nod, H takes a deep puff of his cigarette before kissing me. I kiss him back, opening my mouth to deepen the kiss. He gladly opens his. I start to feel light headed, so I pull back. Smoke leaves both mine and H’s mouths. “Cool.” 

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 2: The First Skype Call

Recommended Song: Fun Boys by BTS

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Let the awkwardness begin!

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2358

Length: 2/?

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high school au where jimin’s upset that his college boyfriend yoongi won’t be able to make it to his last prom but even though he’s all sulky about it, yoongi convinces him to go with tae and kook. so on prom night when jimin’s in the middle of getting ready he hears a knock on the door, and thinking it’s tae and kookie he goes to let them in, hair messy, shirt untucked, tie in his mouth because he just can’t get the hang of it; only to find yoongi standing there wearing a tux and with his hair styled up (which jimin has never seen before Holy Shit), holding a small bouquet of flowers just for him. “come on jiminnie, did you really think i was going to miss your prom?”

Things nobody tells you about going into labour

•you’ll spend the whole of the last 8 weeks of pregnancy googling what labour feels like/how to tell if your in labour

•you’ll start to get excited every time you get Braxton hicks that ‘it’ is finally starting

•you’ll look for every sign of labour constantly: diarrhoea? might be labour soon. braxton hicks? might go into labour soon. feeling sick? maybe you’ll go into labour soon. feeling tired? it must be labour soon

•you will be SO pleased to see your mucous plug, you might even want to show it off (it’s really exciting ok?!)

•it won’t be like the movies, it’s really quite messy and long

•you might think when your waters did go that you just peed yourself (again)

•at the start of labour (finally) you will feel super confident, it’s not that painful, you got this girl!

•then you’ll have an 'oh shit’ moment of realisation that actually this is really painful and holy shit you are never ever going to do this again

•you might make sex noises whilst contracting

•you won’t find it remotely funny when your partner points that out (& then later tells his mum about it)

•you’ll throw up that sandwich that you happily ate (when you were going through your “I got this” stage)

•you’ll be convinced that you must be at least 9cm dilated when in fact you are only just 3cm dilated

•the best made plans for your labour will go out of the window. no pain relief? pass me the gas & air, pethadine and epidural - NOW

•you won’t use half of all of the stuff you meticulously packed in your hospital bag

•you’ll still panic throughout labour wondering what your vagina is going to look like afterwards

•you will not give one tiny crap who sees your vagina

•you will want to send a thank you card to the person who invented the epidural

•you might hallucinate/see three kittens running around the delivery suite

•you will look forward to getting through labour so you can soon, finally, lay on your front again to sleep

•you will be absolutely knackered

•you’re going to be absolutely knackered for the next 18 years

•labour might not end in a straight forward vaginal birth - you might have to be assisted or have a Caesarian - remember that this is OK - you have done so well, be proud of yourself and don’t beat yourself up in any way

•remember the placenta needs to exit your body too

•remember to pack and wear very BIG knickers that you can throw away (you will bleed afterwards. a lot.)

•clots. They are normal, but if you are worried, ask for advice.

•you will feel like you have been hit by a truck for a while. You just pushed a half stone baby out your vagina - some may say it would be preferable to be hit by a truck

But oh my gosh, when that baby is placed on to your chest, you hear his or her little scream and marvel at the beautiful life you have created, every single thing, every hardship you faced is utterly forgotten and completely worth it.


It’s in the eyes! I can tell you will always be danger.

taethereal  asked:

*shoves mic (gently ofc) in your face* hi yes, i would love to hear your in-depth feelings on all the jin-in-ken's-lap footage. Specifically maybe all the heavy petting and general level of boyfriendness thank you.

DUDE everything and I mean 100% everything I saw from ALL that delicious Jin-in-ken’s-lap action gave me the general impression that they couldn’t wait to possibly go make out behind some bleachers as soon as they could shake pesky-lil-bro kookie, like WITH a quickness…

I honestly can’t handle any of it, all 2:49 of this fancam - not to mention all the vines - are just pure cute flirty hell and I can’t handle it one bit nope 92FUCKINGMUCH right here and I’m pretty much destroyed. Honestly I want Jin to get all the pets and all the attention, so any time that happens and he enjoys it I’m super excited like woah.  And it sure does look like everyone is enjoying themselves a lil bit, I mean it’s just so cute…

I have this whole AU worked up in my mindhole where Jin & Ken are two boyfriends going for a romantic afternoon casual date and get stuck with the younger bro, and keep trying to sneak off to make out but never get to all afternoon until they finally get home and shake lil bro and start making out and then get interrupted by the mom.  Maybe like home for college on winter break AU or something, but yeah. 

That’s all from camp PLUSHMATIZED, now back to you in the newsroom. xxo


Requested by: anon
Request: So, first of all, thanks so much for starting this blog!! :) I wanted to send in a request. Could you write an imagine where the reader is an author and is working really late on her next novel. Hotch comes home from a case and finds her asleep at her desk. He is going to carry her to bed but she wakes up and says she has to keep working. He tries to convince her it’s much too late and she should get some sleep. Cute arguing. Just sweet and fluffy? lol Thanks!! xx <3 <3

y/h/c = your hair color


Aaron sighed as he placed his gun and badge in the bowl by the door. He took his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack, his shoes being placed at the bottom. It was nearly 2 AM and he’d just gotten back from a case - one that had taken nearly all his energy. All he wanted to do was cuddle up in bed with you and Jack.
He started making his way through the house, stopping when he saw a light on in the den and peeking in the door. He chuckled when he saw you asleep on your desk, your laptop to the right side of your head and a cup of coffee to the left.
He quietly made his way over to you and tried to lift you up without waking you, but you’d always been a light sleeper, so you jumped and pushed Hotch away out of instinct.
“Holy shit, Aaron! You scared me.” You mumbled tiredly, letting out a small huff of air as you looked to your laptop. You had to have your novel done in a little over two weeks and you were barely half way done. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and went back to typing.
Hotch held back and sigh and ran a hand through your messy, (y/h/c) hair. “(Y/n), it’s really late. You need to come to bed; you can work on this tomorrow.” He tried, grabbing one of your hands and tugging slightly, only to have you tug away and shake your head.
“I have to get this thing finished by the deadline and I’m barely past the half-way mark. I have to work on this.” You reminded him. You’d been working on this thing for weeks and you just wanted it done, even if it meant staying up for days at a time, but Hotch wasn’t having it. He gave you “the look” and crossed his arms. You hated when he did that and he knew it.
“Aaron Hotchner, don’t you do that. You know I have to finish this.” You warned him, turning your attention back to your laptop. You heard him sigh once again before your chair was spun around to face him. His face was only a few inches away from yours.
“(Y/n) Hotchner, are you saying you’d rather spend the rest of your night stressing yourself out over a novel than to spend it laying in bed asleep with your husband who just got home from a really tough case?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and trying to hold back a smirk. You rolled your eyes, he always played this card.
“No. I’m saying I have to finish this. This novel has a deadline, our marriage doesn’t. You don’t even have to work tomorrow, we have all day to lay around.” You shot back, raising your eyebrows and turning back around, only to be pulled away from your desk and out of the chair. Aaron threw you over his shoulder and quickly clicked ‘save’ on your laptop before carrying you upstairs to their room and tossing you on the bed. “It’s way too late for you to be working on that.”
You tried to stay quiet since you knew Jack was asleep, so you just pouted and tried to get back downstairs, huffing as Hotch blocked the door. “Move.” You tried to sound firm, but you both ended up laughing. “Alright, fine.” You gave in and retreated back to the bed, snuggling close into Aaron’s side as he crawled in beside you. “I missed you.” You whispered, humming slightly as he started running his hand through your hair again.
“I missed you too, (Y/n).” He whispered, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him and smiled, leaning up and softly pressing your lips to his. “Goodnight. I love you.” You mumbled, resting your head on his chest and sighing contently.
“I love you too.” He was asleep a few minutes later. You carefully climbed out of bed and went back downstairs to work on your novel.
Hotch rolled his eyes and laughed as he found you the next morning, but simply took you into his arms and carried you back upstairs. He loved you and your stubbornness more than anything.


this was my first time writing a hotch imagine and im sorry if it wasn’t what you expected but i tried, haha! i hope you like it and if you didn’t, maybe give me some constructive criticism? have a great night! x