those damn dimples

Bless the amazing leader that is Kim Namjoon of BTS. Just a moment of silence. Then have that silence be SHATTERED by loud and appreciative love for this boy for those in the back who can’t seem to HEAR THE RAPMON STANS

Originally posted by ksjknj

I mean look at him, he manages to be so soft  APPRECIATE HIS DIMPLES PLEASE 

His dimples make my days better 

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Originally posted by hixtapexx

AND THNE THIS SIDE OF HIM MESSES ME U PPPP 

When it comes to his looks, he’s very good looking. Have you seen those dimples because damn. I still can’t believer there are people who say he’s ugly and it’s just so terrible. Espescially because he believes them?? Like no, this boy is beautiful on the inside and outside. Like all the members of bts, Rapmon is more than a pretty face. You’re doing amazing, sweetie. 

I mean, he composed and wrote a lot of music. Not just for his own group, but for other artist. That takes a lot of talent. I mean, I have tried to write music but that’s super hard. And then to see this boy do it with such class is amazing. diD yOu hEaR his sOnG Reflection?! I have to admit it was kind of hard for me to get into at first. bUT once I did, oh boy. Did I grow more attachted. I loved the message of his song and how candid it felt after looking up the translation. Appreciate how honest he is in his music please. Also how he wrote the lyrics of one of their best songs (and a personal favorite of mine), Spring Day. 

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

His voice and rapping solos are very distinct. I mean, I know a good portion of fans who instantly noticed his voice the best out of all the boys when they start out. ONe of his best moments could be when he wrapped What am I to you live

CAn we also talk about how great of a leader he is??? I mean, he knows english and I feel like it makes international business a bit easier for them as the other boys adapt more to english. He’s so caring to the other members and looks out for everyone. I know for a fact he helped Jungkook write his song Begin for the wings album, and that just warmed my heart. There are tons of more examples of his great leadership and that’s just the beginning of all the perfect examples.NOT TO MENTION THE BOYS’ HAVE A WONDERFUL BOND WHICH IS WONDERFUL AND A PART OF TAHT AMAZING BOND IS THEIR AMAZING LEADER  im sorry i have strong feelings  

Originally posted by bangtan

Namjoon is also very, very I repeat V E R Y intelligent and philosophical. I mean, he has an IQ of 148 for starters. But beyond a number, his intelligence speaks beyond what words can describe. He SELF TAUGHT himself English is a great example and he’s well on his way of learning Japanese. It also takes a lot of musical intellect to accomplish all the work he’s done within the industry. He was the top of his class, I believe during his high school career?? Rapmon also has all those deep thoughts about life which is a wonderful trait of his personality. I know this is a gif of our world wide handsome, but just a recap of that conversation Namjoon and Seokjin had during Bon Voyage. 

Originally posted by samwol

Back to Rapmonster, he’s got amazing fashion sense. If you say otherwise, YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF. I kid.. mostly

Originally posted by bexsblogposts

Originally posted by namjunhong

Oh yeah, I’ll also never forget how the “big and tough” rapping leader of BTS has an obsession of the Ryan bear from Line. He appreciates the finer things in life, let’s be honest here. 

Originally posted by rapnamu

I’m still pretty new to the fandom but I have heard that he’s been through some tough times himself. I don’t know for sure but look at him now. Leadermon has made a name for himself in something he’s passionate about. I also love how he really puts himself and his personal stories into his artform.

Rapmonster is a great leader to lead BTS. He has a gift when it comes to song writing. Amazingly intelligent and thoughtful. He’s honest. He deserves love from the fans he and the others have shown great appreciation for. You can have a bias for one member but please respect them. Honestly, he’s one of my bias in the group but I have a fondness for the others as well. You don’t have to stan him, but at least show and treat them with respect through all platforms. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

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Sanvers in College: Alex Drunk Dials the Cute Girl from Bio Class

Based on this post: https://hazingblur.tumblr.com/post/160026282401/queercapwriting-wlwprompts-person-a-is-drunk @hazingblur

Original prompt from @wlwprompts : “Person A is drunk and decides to randomly call that cute girl from biology class to tell her she’s pretty”

@lesbapocalypse you also asked for this so like.


She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?

She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.

Pfft.

No. Of course she didn’t.

And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.

And therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.

So she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture, because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in Kara’s contacts.

Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.

She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.

“Hey Kara!”

Alex freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving it to her sister to explain the butt dial.

“Kara?”

But now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.

“Hey! No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”

“Danvers?”

“Not the blonde one!”

“Alex.”

“Hiiiii.”

There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.

“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”

“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”

“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”

Her voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.

Alex thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so – pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone be that perfect?

“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh? Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right, Maggie?”

“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”

Alex preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.

She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.

“Mmhmm.”

“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”

Alex squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”

“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”

Alex’s heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.

The sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear, like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.

“Yeah.” She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her sweetie.

“I know you have things you feel like you want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”

Alex blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to her body.

She looks up from the couch and she startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.

She’s grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s exactly what she just did.

“Hey Alex,” she says as Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.

Alex thinks she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been on the phone. When Maggie had been on a search-and-give-water-to-the-drunk-girl mission.

But now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her eyes are something that look a little scared.

“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.

Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.

“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”

“Well, clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”

Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her and presses it gently into her hands.

“Drink. Please?”

“I’m not that drunk.”

Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.

She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.

“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.

“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”

“Here. Your phone.”

“How did you – ”

“Tell you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little. Okay?”

Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.

“Don’t give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.

“When do I give anyone a hard time?”

Kara just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.

Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.

As they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk, because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl stumble and fall.

When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.

“You know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.

“To kiss you.”

Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.

“Go pee.”

“What?”

“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”

Alex nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.

The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.

When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like you, and I –

"Alex. Alex, Alex, look… We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades, whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing. Okay?”

Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens, and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of rage, than Alex has ever seen them.

“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”

She helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.

“You’re not gonna come to bed?”

“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”

“But – ”

“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”

But Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.

She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.

4

Can we all agree this is Namjoon era?

This whole purple hair, cute smile, dimples and winks action got me so damn hard in YNWA photo concept..

He stole my eyes the most with that wink tbh

God bless our leader Rap Monster

and I will bitch slap anyone who doesn’t think that boy is handsome…

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summary: It’s your first time meeting the boys & somehow Taehyung grabs your attention. Your boyfriend, Namjoon didn’t like it. Good thing he knew exactly which buttons to push to get your attention back…literally. 

Originally posted by iwannaridenamjoon

pairing: namjoon x reader (ft. an innocent tae)
genre:
smut
warnings:
jealous!namjoon, remote-controlled vibrator
wordcount:
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Does anyone else think newly human Gabriel would have issues with the height of his vessel?

I keep picturing him in the kitchen of the bunker, cooking something special for Sam, and he needs something from the top shelf. The boys don’t think about putting things up there, they can both reach it just fine, Gabriel though… Not so much. 

And he’s muttering, dragging a groaning chair across the floor. He’s not going to ask someone to help him, but he’s gonna make sure they all know that he needed something off that shelf. 

“Damn brothers and their perfect gene pool,” he mutters as he climbs up, “never think about anyone else around here. What about the people who aren’t nine feet tall?” 

And once he’s got the powdered sugar in his hand and he turns to drag the chair back he sees Sam. The giant is just standing there, casually being tall as he leans into the doorway. His long arms are crossed, and so are his ankles, as he watches Gabriel with a tiny smug smile on his face. 

Gabriel drags the chair again, even louder this time. 

Sam raises his voice to be heard over the racket. “You know you can ask for help with stuff like that, right?”

And Gabriel is so irritated today by all the insanely annoying human things he has to deal with that he turns on Sam in a flash. He crosses the room, sticking a finger in Sam’s chest.

“Screw you, Sam Winchester! You with your impossibly long legs. You probably don’t think anything about putting stuff almost to the ceiling, do you! No, you wouldn’t, not with those arms! Look at them, you’re like an orangutan or somethin’!” Gabriel motions up and down Sam’s entire body, like he’s disgusted. “And that stupid pretty face, with those damn dimples that make me wanna kiss you! It’s not fai– mmmff!

Sam cuts off the tirade with a kiss to the ex-angels lips. 

Gabriel melts, slowly relaxing, irritation draining away. He sags against Sam, then lifts up on his tip toes to kiss the hunter deeper. This is one thing he likes about being short, going up on his toes to kiss Sam. 

When they break apart Gabriel rests his forehead in Sam’s chest, the hunter’s arms wrapped tight around him. That’s something he kind of likes about being smaller than Sam too. 

“Don’t know why I picked such a short vessel, that was dumb,” he complains, words muffled into Sam’s flannel. 

“I don’t know,” Sam says into his hair, “I’m kind of fond of this vessel.” 

Gabriel smiles, though he doesn’t let Sam see it. “You just like my perfect ass.” 

That gets a laugh out of the hunter. “That, and a few other things.” 


I don’t know. I’m having all these newly human Gabriel thoughts today.          And I’m at work and can’t concentrate.

Negan’s One and Only

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Y/E/C - your eye color

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV , but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language.

I apologize for the amount of time between chapters, and for my less than stellar writing.

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The Affair - Chapter 1

The Request: Negan lives next door to a married reader. They flirt on occasion so sexual tension has been built up. The reader’s husband works a lot and while her husband is at work – Negan eventually decides to pay her a visit and hot passionate nasty smut takes place!

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC)

Rating: Mature, for eventual smut. 

Warnings: Swearing 

Notes: The requester wanted a slow burn, so it’s very minimal right now…y/n means your name. I also gave small nod to Supernatural in a way in this…

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10224827/chapters/22689245

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Rain Buddies

A/N: This is my first fic (well, the first one I deem acceptable). Thanks to @textmybias@lolitsrafs for … well existing. You are great. I don’t think I would do this without your encouragement. I wouldn’t have reached out to anyone if it wasn’t for you, so I want to sincerely thank you. Did I say you’re great? You are officially my senpai. And I don’t say that lightly, since before this, it was Haru from “Free!”. I know the fic is cliché and generic fluff, but yeah.


Genre: Fluff (One shot)

Word Count: 1,4k

Pairing: Reader x Namjoon/Rap Monster ft. Yoongi/Suga

Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs

Some days in life are good, some are bad.

Today? Well, just like every other day these past few weeks it was absolute shit. Exams were piling up and for some reason you became even clumsier than you already were, knocking over everything in and around your way. The people you came in contact with didn’t really enjoy that, but to be fair - neither did you. You were lacking sleep and your ones bubbly personality got lost in the black hole of your existence.

But one place never faulted you. One place that never hurt you. One place that never annoyed you. There was nothing to break or anyone to see you -the local park.

It was rather empty around this time and aside from the occasional old couple, there were only birds to judge you. So after school, that’s exactly where you went. What meant actually running out of school, hair and clothes all messy, straight to your bench. But the world had other things in mind for you, because once you saw the familiar, blooming trees, god decided to piss on you - and of course you didn’t have an umbrella with you. Why would you? It was summer and it hadn’t rained for a month or so. But at this point you didn’t even care anymore, continuing down your usual path. Fuck this.

On the way you saw a mother. She mercilessly tried to drag her two children out of the park, while trying to remain under her small umbrella. Needless to say, she didn’t succeed. The boy and the girl, both around five years old, danced through the rain as if the world was their stage. The whole scene was amusing to look at and contrasted the rather cold rain, so you couldn’t help but smile slightly. But you were soon to find out that it wasn’t a good idea to focus on the far away play. The last thing you heard was a guy saying “Didn’t you say it’d be empty?”

Looking at the road ahead of you was never your strength, so it didn’t even hurt anymore. You got used to the sensation of the ground against your face. Laying there, sighing, you just embraced the rain on your skin with eyes closed. Beside you though, you heard a man shriek. “Miss?” Someone leaned down to you, but you were to done with life to respond. “Miss, are you alive?” his voice was playful as he poked your cheek. “Yah, Namjoon…” another voice quietly scoffed with annoyance. You chuckled, a smile forming on your lips. Opening your eyes, two figures appeared in front of you. A man dressed in full black, big headphones hugging his neck. The other was dressed with a fashion choice you didn’t quite understand, but his clothes did look comfortable. Both looked like they didn’t want to get noticed, very casual in nature.

The man at your side, that you assumed to be Namjoon, stood up, holding his hand out to you. You gave him a small wave “If life wants me down so badly, I might as well stay on the ground. It’s more comfortable anyway.” He laughed loudly in return, exposing deep dimples. You had to blush, because for some reason just looking at him was making you flustered. “Weird woman.” The other whispered with an odd expression towards you. “Aren’t you afraid of getting wet by the rain?” his voice was now louder. “Me? No. I don’t have an umbrella. Besides, it’s just water. It’s not like I’m made of sugar or something.” Again the tall man at your side laughed out loudly, although you weren’t really sure as to why he did. “My name is Kim Namjoon and this guy here is Min Yoongi” he put a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder while Yoongi gave him a scowl. “Y/N” You averted your eyes from the two beautiful men to look at the sky. The rain was only getting heavier, but you didn’t mind at all. In fact, it was quite soothing.

Namjoon looked around and you followed his gaze. The entire park was empty except for you three. He sighed before he closed his umbrella, throwing it to the side. “Namjoon?” Yoongi looked at him, concerned by his friend’s action. But Namjoon just stood there, eyes closed, and smiling with those damn dimples. Dammit he’s gorgeous. Trying to get your mind off of his face, you listen to the rain. “Just like music” a quiet whisper escaped your mouth. Not expecting the two to hear your words, your heart jumped when Namjoon decided to sit down at your side. “You know what? It does sound like music.” Again you were about to blush at the sound of Namjoon’s warm voice cutting through nature’s sounds. He reached for Yoongi’s arm “Hyung, you should try it too.” But Yoongi was quick to evade Namjoon’s grip. “Yah! I’m not like you crazy people!”

But Yoongi shouldn’t have let his gaze wander. Just like you, his head found the ground beneath him, because Namjoon decided to tug at his elder’s leg. So there he was - one half on the pathway, the other on the ground. You were pretty sure you heard him growl “I’ll kill you” in return.


You don’t know how long you three laid there. It could’ve been days, you wouldn’t have noticed. Nobody said a word. Everyone just listened. It didn’t last forever though. Namjoon slowly got up, walking up to Yoongi, who - unbeknownst to you - fell asleep. Namjoon chuckled, before looking over to you. “We sadly have to go, but I know I’ll see you around.” You caught his gaze and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Well… don’t you frequent this place?” he awkwardly scratched his neck and you started to feel like Namjoon had this way of making you blush just with his existence. But you sure wanted to sound cool and not as nervous as you actually were. “What are you? My stalker?” Did he see me here ones? No. He said “frequent”. How did I never notice him? He must’ve been here multiple times. “Oh, I come here often, because it’s quiet and rather empty. Perfect to think about stuff. And…” now it was his turn to blush as he looked on the ground beneath him “ I just kinda saw you from afar a couple of times.”

Again, you were quiet. The rain wasn’t as heavy anymore and you could hear Yoongi’s steady breath. Namjoon started searching for something, deep in thought, and then looked at you with a sheepish grin. “Uhm… could I have your phone for a second? I need to call someone…” Without even thinking about it, you immediately grabbed it and handed it over to him. He took it and you decided it was time to get up. A few moments later he called someone and suddenly you heard a ringing coming from his direction. He nonchalantly took out his own phone and handed you yours. So he had to call himself, huh? You smiled at the odd situation. “Why did you never talk to me?” you tried to catch his gaze, as he typed something in his phone. “Contrary to popular believe, I’m not so good at talking to pretty girls.”

You were glad he focused on waking up Yoongi, because all the blood in you body decided to make it’s way to your cheeks. “A popular boy, huh?” you whispered to yourself. Namjoon was glad you couldn’t see his face either, because he too, was uncontrollably smiling.

Once Yoongi got up, he turned around one last time to face you. “I’m sure I’ll see you around Y/N. It was nice to finally talk to you and to… well do whatever this was.” He laughed and waved as they made their way out of the park. You waved in return and as the two figures disappeared, you took a moment to recollect yourself. Somehow, despite everything that happened today, you were really happy. Internally shining brighter than the sun. He was right though, you had no idea what actually just happened. Sighing, you looked down at your phone to see what time it was.

New message from <3

Huh? I don’t have such a contact. Slightly afraid you opened your messenger and stared at the message. There wasn’t a smile on your face - no - there was a straight up grin.  

Hey there, Rain Buddy


A/N: Hey there again. Idk but I would love to see how that conversation went. Would that be a weird request  @textmybias ? Idek anymore. Thank you again, senpai.

‘people’ I want hugs from

Jack, aka @therealjacksepticeye , cause I heard he has the best hugs

Signe, aka @wiishu ,cause she’s awesome, I love her hair, and we are the same height

Wade, aka @lordminion , Cause I actually like this guy!

Bob , aka muyskerm, Cause bobbleheads

Brian , aka @girbeagly , for making me smile and feel invited

my followers, cause yall are important

and Chica cause who needs Mark? 


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Faking it (Grayson) Part 3/?

Summary: Your bestfriend Grayson is attending a relative’s wedding and he needs you to act as his girlfriend. Cue lots of pining from both your sides, smug looks from Ethan and their family pressuring you into marriage and babies.
Word Count: 2,204
Warnings: None.
A/N: I’m so happy you guys like this so much. The feedback has been amazing. Also, I’m almost at 300 followers!!! Thank you so much. Enjoy part 3!! xx

READ PART 2 HERE.
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You took a quick shower and dried yourself in the bathroom, changing into the clothes you had taken with you. Once you had dried your hair so it wasn’t dripping you decided to join the others downstairs, hoping that they weren’t waiting for you to finish before they ate. But one glance into the open doorway of the kitchen told you that the dinner was still in the making, Lisa and four other adults bustling around, talking over each other, resulting in them almost shouting to be heard over the other’s voice. You smiled in amusement before turning to walk into the living room.

The living area was breathtaking. Like everything in the cabin, it was out of wooden walls and floors, but it was styled in a very cozy and western feel. There were two red sofas and one mustard colored armchair all pointed toward the largest fireplace you had ever seen, made out of grey stone, and of course a large sofa table in the middle. It seemed like this whole cabin was made out of windows, because at the far left of the living area, there was a whole wall made out of glass, giving off that gorgeous view of the backyard and lake, the one you had in the room you were staying at.

Grayson and Ethan were both preoccupied with talking to their small cousins, three sitting by Ethan and one in Gray’s lap. You smiled at the sight, feeling something twist in the pit of your stomach. It was just too adorable. Gray looked up at, catching your eye. He smiled easily and bounced the little girl in his lap, who couldn’t be more than five or six years old.

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Samifer Noir AU

Lucifer is a private detective, bored by yet another cheating spouse investigation. Then the woman in red (Abaddon) walks into his office and claims a certain Sam Winchester scammed her and stole her family jewelry from her. She hires Lucifer to find proof for it.

And Sam Winchester might actually be a con artist, but the more Lucifer finds out about him, the more he’s convinced Sam is innocent in this case and Abaddon has a secret motive for blaming him. Also, Lucifer finds himself falling for Sam’s quick wit and dimpled smile more and more.


Bonus
This is what I imagine Lucifer as a first person narrator private eye noir style would sound like:

It was another quiet night doing surveillance. Just as quiet as the communication with my father had been the last few years. I wasn’t even sure if he was still alive.

That’s when I first got a good look at him through my binoculars. Endless legs, kaleidoskop eyes, and that dimpled smiles. Damn, those dimples could kill a man.

anonymous asked:

so miles has these adorable dimples when he smiles real big. just imagine justin and zach doin smth stupid to get everyone to laugh, and justin has to just pause when he sees alex. because they're all recovering and he can finally see it in alex now, that hes getting better, because justin has never seen him smile so big. and he has these dimples, oh god, and his boyfriend is just so beautiful. and justin is so fuckin whipped n he just has to kiss him n tell him he loves him. cue gag from group

Miles’ dimples 😍😍😍

Okay so Zach is actually super funny? Like comedian level funny? And it would start off with him showing off to Justin and making him laugh, and then Alex would sit down with them. Zach knows how easy it is to make Alex laugh, so he just goes for it in hopes Alex will end up in hysterics- and of course he does.

And Justin is mostly just laughing at Alex laughing, (like the rest of the group) and for a second he notices Alex’s dimples and just has to stop. Those damn dimples have him practically drooling down his shirt. So all of his friends around him are crying from laughter, and he can’t help but just reach over the table and grab Alex’s face to kiss the boy.

Half the table cheers like “atta boy, go get some!” and the other half just gags and grumbles a “get a room”. Meanwhile Zach’s now angry and yelling at him because “that joke deserved so much more attention than that!”

Kendall or No Kendall?

Hi everyone! This is a request by @pinkunicornh and I hope you like, love! 

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“Beautiful, Y/n! Perfect! Now try and move your head a little bit higher for me, yeah?”

Y/n was modeling for Victoria Secret and the shoot was going great so far. But something was bothering her: Kendall’s giggles. Kendall decided to bring Harry Styles to their new photo shoot for the brand, but putting this two together was not a professional thing to do right now. They keep whispering and giggling all the time and that was starting to get on Y/n’s nerves. Please, understand, it’s not like she doesn’t like Kendall or Harry, she actually liked both of them, but Gosh, try and keep quiet for a bit, right?

What Y/n didn’t know was that they’re giggling because of her. While everyone, Y/n included, though that Harry and Kendall were together, they were just friends and Harry was actually interested in the beautiful model in front of him, Y/n.

“You have to ask her out, Harry!” Kendall kept insisting while Harry couldn’t take his eyes of Y/n.

“I don’t think she likes me.” He said, sadness clear in his voice.

“I know Y/n, if she doesn’t like someone, she doesn’t speak to that person. And she talks to you every time you see each other.”

The truth is Y/n likes Harry. Maybe she likes him more than she should, if you take in consideration that he’s dating her friend. But she was one of many girls who couldn’t resist his green eyes, his kindness and his dimples. Damn, those dimples…

“I think we got it, Y/n! You were perfect, love. Now go get some rest, you’re free!” The eccentric photographer, Mark, said. She smile and her assistant came with a robe that she could wear to go to her dressing room.

***

Knoc knoc knoc

“Come in!” Y/n said while putting her jacket on.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but Mark wants to talk to you and Kendall. He’s in her dressing room.” Some staff guy delivered the message before living her alone again.

Oh great, now she would have to stay in the same place as Harry and Kendall. Again, she liked them, but since she developed feelings for Harry she tries with everything in her to avoid those two.

Without much of a choice, she went to Kendall’s dressing room that was actually right across the hallway.

“Ah, here’s my sunshine!” Mark said as soon as she opened the door. “Are you free tomorrow, love?”

“I-I don’t know. I need to see with my agent.” Y/n could feel Harry’s eyes on her and she could see the smirk in Kendall’s face. She didn’t know why those two were being weirdos, but she didn’t like one bit.

Mark kept telling her about his plans for another photo shoot, but she couldn’t listen to him because goose bumps were rising on her skin when Harry touched her shoulder very briefly before going for some coffee.

“Look, I’m not quite sure about my agenda for tomorrow, but you can talk to my agent. I love the idea for the photo shoot. But now I’m late for another meeting, so I need to go.” She apologized before saying goodbye to Kendall and Mark.

“Good luck with the meeting, love!”

“Thank you!” She yelled back while running to her own dressing room, getting her purse and getting to the elevator before seeing Harry again.

The truth is that isn’t a meeting, she just needs to get the hell out of there before she do anything stupid, like drooling on Harry in front of his girlfriend. God, she’s such a bad friend thinking so many things, even dirty things, about her friend’s boyfriend.

“You’re already going?” A voice said from behind her, making those goose bumps come back again.

“Y-y-yeah. I have a meeting to go so…” She could barely recognize her own voice, it was so raspy.

“Y/n, can we talk? I’ve been trying to talk to you for a while, but honestly you don’t seem to like me very much.”

“What?” She asked confused, turning around to be met with green eyes that were way closer than she thought. “What are you talking about? I like you, you’re very sweet.”

“Really?” He smiled. Oh no, those dimples again… “Well, as I was saying, I’ve been trying to talk to you about something.” His lips were always this pink? “Do you wanna go out with me?”

Did he just…?

“What do you think I am, Harry?” She asked a little bit offended. “Kendall is my friend, I would never agree with this!”

“Ok, but what Kendall has to do with us going on a date?” He asked confused.

“She’s your girlfriend and you should have some respect for her because she’s a lovely girl who doesn’t deserv…”

Before she could continue with her rant about how great Kendall is, Harry’s lips were on hers and every thought just disappeared from her mind. The kiss was over way sooner than she expected.

“Kendall is not my girlfriend. She’s just a friend who brought me here so I could see you, the girl I actually like. So, dinner on Friday?”

****

6 months later…

“So, there’s a lot of rumors going around that you and Harry are more than friends, Y/n.”

Kendall, Y/n, Harry were currently on an interview for The Late Late Night with James Corden. You and Kendall were doing some promotion for Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show and Harry was promoting his new movie.

“Yeah, there is, but they’re just rumors. We’re just really good friends, right Haz?” She asked trying not to laugh about this lie.

The truth is that they’ve been together for 6 months now and everything was going great. But because they wanted to keep their privacy, they’ve been hiding their relationship, the only people who know being their families and close friends.

“Well, that’s interesting Y/n because we found this picture of you and Harry recently! Is this what friends do?”

The photo was displayed for everyone to see. You were sitting in Harry’s lap, kissing him, while you could see his family in the background talking and laughing. You knew that Gemma actually took that picture, you just didn’t know how James got a hold of it.

“Oh God…” Y/n buried her face in Harry’s neck, trying to hide the blush in her cheeks.

“So, Harry, anything to say?”

“Ok, fine, you won! We’re together.” You looked at his face and he was so happy to finally being able to tell the world about you two. “We met months ago, but she thought I was dating Kendall..”

“Which never happened, by the way!” Kendall said smiling.

“As I was saying… She thought I was dating Kendall and she got all mad when I asked her out, thinking I was betraying her friend and all.” He laughed with the memory.

“After that he told me they were just friends, we went on a date and everything from there have been just great.”

“Yeah, I love her very much.” Harry looked at you and smiled.

“And I love him very much!” Y/n smiled and almost got lost in his eyes.

“Y/S/N IS REAL!” James yelled excited, making you and the audience laugh.

This probably wasn’t the perfect way to tell the world about you and Harry, but you were glad that the secret was out.

Famous!Matt AU

-Matt is a popular actor in the indie movie scene. Tom secretly enjoys said movies and thinks the ginger is pretty hot (neither of which he would ever admit).
-One day Matt is at a local library or some shit and he’s signing CDs. Tom sneaks out of the house and goes there. Once the line gets to him he silently hands over the CD, Matt smiles at him (making him blush slightly because God damn those cute dimples in his cheeks) and is about to write his autograph but asks “What’s your name, cutie?” catching Tom totally off guard and making his blush deepen as he looks away in embarrassment, mumbling his name in response. Matt happily writes it down along with a short but sweet message (and a little piece of paper with his number on it that he slips into the case)
-Tom finds the paper and is confused but also curious. After days of contemplation he decides to call the number, expecting it to be one of those prank lines that play Never gonna give you up on repeat. He’s quite shocked to hear a familiar voice answer.
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Everything is blue

hurry home, partner. [part 6]

- As promised, here’s the next piece! It’s a bit of a shorter one but I still enjoyed putting it together and as always let me know what you think. (: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of your kind words and support. 

“Do we have any pickles? Or peanut butter? I really want to dip them in something and I could’ve sworn-” she paused in her interrogation and cast her gaze around the corner into the kitchen where her hazel eyes landed on his bewildered expression, one of his hands reaching for a beer and the other on the handle of the refrigerator door but his search for a cold one was abandoned as she chuckled at his furrowed brow and her request rang in his eardrums.

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Don’t Go

Originally posted by steals-dreams

Pairing: SamxReaderxDean
Word count: 2,161
Warnings: None
Author: Brittiny
Request: @philthepegacorn Okay, so Y/n is a writer of the show Supernatural (part of the alternate universe in the French Mistake) and she get transported to the actual SPN universe. Everyone loves her -she wrote them so she knows them better than anybody- and she turns out to be a bad ass hunter because of all her research and knowledge of the monsters. Not necessarily that she can fight. Their mission is to get her back to her old life. Even though none of them want her to go. And she ends up liking it there and stays.
A/N: I was told I could pick the pairing, or make it poly. So, of course I went poly :P I didn’t include much hunting, however. I’m sorry T.T


Walking off the set, you waved goodbye to your coworkers. It had been another long day. Between writing up a new script, and making slight changes to the one they were currently filming, you were grateful for the weekend. Sliding into your car, you cracked your back before buckling up. Your car was nothing fancy, a simple 2012 Toyota. Pulling out of the parking lot, you hummed to yourself.

It was a peaceful drive home, and you enjoyed the sunset on your balcony with a glass of wine. It was just another day for you. You crawled into bed at ten, just like every other night.

The next morning was entirely different.

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