v neck of amazing

reasons why Zigmund Ortega from TF/TS deserves the world

so this is me and my trash series, I have nothing better to do and I’m putting off doing the shit I’m actually supposed to do,,, as usual. I therefore make this in honor of the fandom learning Zig’s last name. this is the result of my trashy creativity and terrible procrastination so it may very well suck :>

disclaimer that all of this is just as a joke, I’m kidding most of the time so if this offends you and you really have anything against something/everything in this entire dusty list, just tell me and I’ll mediate the situation for sure *salutes*

p.s. does anyone want some Zig in TRR or Zig in ES hcs because I love hcs but I dunno I get scared to post them lol I could do 384738473 hcs and not get tired of it tbh

  • have you ever looked at his hair, because it looks amazing all the damn time bless this man
  • E Y E B R O W S  O N  F L E E K  2 4 / 7  it shakes me
  • his half smile half smirk thing makes me cry even if he ain’t my LI ok someone send me to the hospital bc his smile kills me
  • has anyone noticed that he can pull off a white v-neck because that in itself is amazing, not all guys can do that so yes okay moving on
  • he literally respects women so much, there is actual evidence of this so he ain’t no thug, fuck off abbie
  • if you still think he’s a thug then just look at the number of people in the fandom who love him
  • to some people he’s the only reason why they’re still playing this dusty book

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too good;; hamilsquad x reader

Warnings;; swears?? none rlly.

authors note;; sorry i wrote this on mobile in like 27 minutes it’s shitty sorry i lov yall

You muttered a quick thank you to the taxi driver and threw a twenty his way. Giving yourself a once over, you were finally satisfied and strolled up to the house. You didn’t bother knocking, rather you opened the door. You practically lived there, so it was no big deal. “Boys?” you shouted throughout the apartment. “Y/N? Is that you?” Alexanders voice echoed through the halls. “Yeah”.

Lafayette was the first to come out “Ah! Mon amour” He engulfed you in a hug which only lasted a few moments. “Ah, let me see how you look. Do a quick spin for me!” You giggled, basking in the attention and did a quick 360°, show casing your looks. A tight white lace dress with a deep V neck line which accentuated your breasts. “You look amazing, Y/N” Alexander gushed.

A blush took its place on your cheeks. “Thank you, Alex” you giggled. “Let’s see our girl!” Hercules bellowed heartily. You laughed again, and spun in a circle, feeling the eyes of the three boys on you. “Damn, I’m missing the show!!” John joked, walking out of the room he shared with Alexander.

You giggled, and blushed even harder, if that was possible. “You’re not missing anything, Johnny boy” you laughed. You gave your ‘crowd’ a shimmy before bursting into a quick fit of giggles. You quickly composed yourself and asked “Is everyone ready?” Hercules gave the boys a once over and nodded. “Were all ready, darling”. You smiled at your boys. “Let’s get going then”

No less than twenty minutes you arrived at Peggy’s party. You pulled at your dress consciously and tucked invisible stray hairs behind your ears. Laf, John, Alex, and Hercules all gave you worried looks. “You know we don’t have be here?” Alex muttered into your ear, placing his had on your lower back.

You nodded and took a deep breath. “I know darling. But, this is my best friends party, and my boyfriends have been looking forward to going” You grinned. “Yes, but our girlfriends mental health is much more important than a party” John chided. Alex and Lafayette nodded in agreement. “Yes mon ange. If you are not feeling comfortable here we can leave.” Lafayette empathized.

You chuckled “I’m fine! I promise! Now, one of you get me a drink” As soon as you joked, the boys faces lit up. “I’ll get you a drink, angel!” John hollered, running towards the table filled with alcohol. “What? No! I’ll get you a drink, babe” Alex insisted, following John’s footsteps. “If we’re gonna be dealing with those two all night, I am going to need a drink, mon chéri” Lafayette quipped. He pressed a kissed to your temple and went after John and Alexander.

The only one left was Hercules. He slung his arm around your shoulder. “C'mon, lets find a spot to sit, baby girl” You nodded in agreement and went wondering with Hercules to find a free spot to sit, where there weren’t couples making out. Finally, you found a free couch. You removed Hercules’ arm and ran as fast as you could in your heels and claimed the couch. You patted at the cushion next to you and motioned Hercules to sit.

He sat in the spot next to you and leaned his head on your shoulder. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I don’t deserve you guys” you admitted. Hercules looked up at you with furrowed brows and a tight lipped frown graced upon his angelic face. “What?” He fully sat up and was now looking you in the eyes. “I don’t deserve you all” you repeated. “You and the boys. You’re all so good to me. I don’t deserve any of this”.

Hercules opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it. “Hey, what’d i miss?” Alex asked, looking between Hercules and you. John and Lafayette followed suit, piling on the couch. “Y/N doesn’t think she’s good enough for us.” Hercules spoke. “Whaaattt?” Lafayette asked, grabbing your arm. “Is this true, mon amour?”. Four concerned eyes stared you down. You sighed. “Yeah, but it’s not a big deal. You guys are too good.” You admitted. “As if! You’re perfect, babe! If anything, we don’t deserve you.” Alexander butted in. The three others nodded in agreement.

You blushed for what felt like the 100th time that day. “Thank you guys. I love you all”. They smiled at you “We love you more.” They said in unison. John intertwined his hand with yours and you pressed a kiss to his mouth. He always tasted like cherry chapstick. This time there was a hint of cheap whiskey. “Hey! If you’re passing out kisses, we want some too!” Alexander whined. You laughed and grabbed Alex’s face and kissed his lips, then moved to Lafayette, and lastly Hercules. Your boys were so good to you.

The thing about Sam Winchester is that he’s literally everything I want in a man all at the same time

he’s poster boy pretty but he’s manly as hell

he’s incredibly intellectual and kinda nerdy but he’s also a fucking action hero

he’s sensitive and kind and considerate but he also thinks nothing of tearing people apart with his bare hands

he radiates goodness and purity but he is literally a part-demon specifically bred to be satan’s vessel on earth

he’s respectful to women and not at all sexually aggressive but in bed he’s an absolute beast

he’s dark and broody but he’s also a dorky sarcastic shit with a smile that lights up a room

he’s humble as hell but he’s good at literally everything he does

he’s incredibly loyal but he’s independent and isn’t afraid to break the rules and go after what he wants or what he knows is right

he looks equally amazing in sharp suits, lumberjack plaid, professory v necks or nothing at all 

he has a vulnerability that will break your heart but he’s the bravest human in existence 

like seriously sam winchester what even are you

Sonnet 18 - Part 1 (Maria Reynolds Series)

Authors Note: So this is my first series that I’m working on! I’m super excited about this, hope you all like it!

Warnings: slight language, Female!Reader

Word Count: 2116

Proofread by the lovely @sammy–moosechester <3


I turned to see my friend Alexander jogging towards me, his dark hair flying around. I slowed down enough for him to catch up. As we fell in step like always, he handed me a piece of paper.

“Professor Washington said my summer report was too long,” he grumbled. A large B- was written in red at the top. I rolled my eyes as I shoved the paper back into his hands.

“That isn’t a bad grade,” I replied. “You also should know by now that there’s a limit to words with those reports.” We reached our new English class, thankfully the last one for today, and sat down on the left side of the room. As I pulled out my notebook, I saw a few of my other friends, Lafayette and Hercules, come in. Alex waved them over. Herc sat into the seat next to me, while Laf looked over Alex’s shoulder.

“Texting your amour again?” he said, smirking. Alex shoved him away as we all laugh.

“John is in a different class, okay?” Alex said. He hid his face in his hair, but it doesn’t disguise the blush creeping up his face.

Someone plopped into the seat in front of me. I looked up to see Angelica Schuyler pulling her hair out of a ponytail and turning around to look at me.

“What’s up?” She asked me, pulling a pen out of her pocket.

“Not much,” I respond, my eyes scanning the classroom. “I was thinking of getting coffee after this, you up for it?”

“Sure. Also, Eliza isn’t in this class.” My eyes snapped to her, and she giggled. I folded my arms and slumped back in my chair.

“Hey, I was just looking around.”

“Please, you always look for her. You two are best friends, how didn’t you know?”

I sighed. “I forgot to ask this morning, and I couldn’t text her. Her phone broke, remember?”

She nodded. “That’s right. Well, she’s supposed to get a new one tonight. Come with me after this and I’ll help you find her.”

“Thanks, Ang.”

“Anytime, Y/N/N.”

Lafayette leaned over the table and waved Angelica down. She looked at him, confusion streaking across her face.

“Do you happen to know where your sister is?” He inquired as he tied his long hair up.

“Eliza?” She asked.

“No, Peggy, the younger one. I want to talk with her.”

“You’re not going on a date with my sister, but nice try.” Laf’s mouth dropped open. Alex laughed loudly, receiving a disapproving look from the professor. He dropped his head and continued rapidly tapping his phone. Lafayette hadn’t recovered from Angelica’s statement when the bell rang,. Ang turned around and Laf sat back down, his mouth still slightly open. Herc hastily pulled out a notebook and I passed him a pencil before he could even ask.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“Just give it back at the end of the day,” I whispered back. He nodded, and turned his attention to the front. The professor pointed to the board, which read, Professor Coleman: Reading Poems, Romantic to Modern.

“If you are in the incorrect class, please exit now,” she said. Her voice was hard, a sure sign that she’s a strict teacher. “You will address me as Professor Coleman. Welcome to my poetry course.” She had long black hair, all in little braids, and dark skin. Her dress was flowing and purple, matching her shoes. There was barely any makeup on her face, but she didn’t need it. She stood up straight, while confidence radiated from her.

“If you will turn to page 27, we are going to start with one of Shakespeare’s most well known sonnet, Sonnet 18,” she continued. I had just flipped to the page when the door swung open. A girl entered, looking a bit worn out.

“Sorry, ma’am,” she said, smiling a little. “I went to the wrong classroom.”

“It’s alright,” Professor Coleman said. She gestured for her to take a seat. As the girl walked, I couldn’t help but watch her. She was absolutely breathtaking; long brown curly hair, tan skin, brown eyes, and a beautiful smile. Dark blue jeans hugged her legs, and she paired them with a red v-neck top. Her figure was amazing, absolutely jaw dropping. She was just astounding. I was still staring at her as she sat down. Alex nudged my shoulder. I turned around to see a smirk on his face.

“Shut up,” I said, shoving his arm away. He raised his eyebrows and laughed through his nose before turning back to his textbook. I turned to mine as well, but I couldn’t concentrate. All of my thoughts were on the girl in the red shirt that came in late. I wondered what her name was, who she was. I tried my best, but eventually gave up and just prayed that the professor didn’t call on me. The bell finally rang, blessing me with freedom. I quickly packed up my things. Before I could take off, Angelica grabbed my arm.

“Did you forget about coffee?” She asked. Her eyes searched my face, and I could see the concern in her eyes.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” I said as we left. “Just a little distracted. Also, could I take a look at your notes?”

“Um, I guess. Just wait until we get there. Also, I texted Peggy, so she’ll be there with Eliza.”


“Did you say you were meeting Peggy?” Lafayette interjected, practically coming from nowhere. “I’m coming.”

“I’m meeting John there,” Alex said as he appeared next to me. “Herc is going to come too.”

“I think I can talk for myself,” Herc yelled, as the hallway kept getting louder. Ang sighed as we all walked out of the building.

We headed across the street to the small coffee shop on campus, called “Beautiful Brew.” Tables were scattered all over the place, and a bookshelf with old textbooks across one wall. One section of the room was specifically for students who had to study, with translucent walls surrounding it to try and give the space a bit of privacy. We all sat down at a table and waited for the others to get there. As we did, we all wrote down our orders. This way, only one of us would have to go up there. When Alex began to write down his drink, John walked in with Aaron Burr. We’re friends with him too, but he tended to hang around these two guys that some of us can’t stand. I personally don’t really care.

As soon as Alex saw John, he bolted out of his chair. Aaron laughed as the two men threw themselves into one another. He headed over to the studying area, shooting us a smile as he went. Herc snapped a photo when they kissed to show them later. I waved to John as they came and sat down. A few minutes after that, Eliza and Peggy came in. I jumped up to hug them both. I heard a chair scrape as Laf stood up, only to then hear Angelica pull him back into his chair.

“It’s so good to see you!” Eliza exclaimed as she hugged me again. Peggy smiled at me before going to see her oldest sister.

“I just saw you this morning,” I laughed. She giggled, and we joined the rest of our friends at our table. Once they finished their orders, it was time to decide who would go up to the counter to order everything. Before anyone could say anything, Alex spoke.

“I think Y/N should order.”

“What?” I said, trying to remain calm. Then, my phone went off. I pulled it out of my pocket to see a text from Alex:

Look whos behind the counter dumbass

I looked up and saw the girl from our poetry class. Instead of the red shirt, she wore a dark green polo shirt and a lighter green apron. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. I gulped, and then my phone went off again. It was another text from Alex.

Get your gay ass over there before someone else does

I stood up slowly. I could see Alex smirking at me, but I was too nervous to punch him. I grabbed the notepad and walked up to the counter. There was no line, which meant I had to talk to her as soon as I was there.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” she asked. Her voice was smooth and almost musical. I quickly looked at the orders and start rattling them off. I was afraid to look at her, afraid that I would stop talking and stare at her. When I got to Alex’s order, however, I stopped. Apparently, when he got up to see John, he dragged the pen across the page. I couldn’t read his order. Pulling the pad closer to my face, I read over it again and again. Someone cleared their throat. Looking up, I saw the girl holding her hand out.

“Can I take a look?” she asks sweetly. “I may be able to figure out what it is.” I nod and hand it over. She takes a look at it and entered something into the computer.

“So, I think this is an order for a black coffee, but I’m not totally sure,” she said. I could tell she was nervous about messing up the order. I smiled.

“Even if it’s wrong, he’s going to drink it,” I said, “because it’s his fault we can’t read his order.”  The girl laughed, creating the most beautiful noise I had ever heard. I laughed along with her, glad that I wasn’t messing this up. After typing in the rest of the orders, and me paying her, the girl looked up at me. Before I could think, I started talking.

“So, I think I saw you in my poetry class earlier,” I said quickly. She nodded.

“Yeah, I saw you too. Professor Coleman’s room was hard to find.”

“Tell me about it. Who teaches behind the boiler room?”

“I know, right?” We both laughed. Then, my order was ready. All of my friends came up to get their drinks. The girl handed me mine. I took a deep breath, asking her one last thing before I went to sit down.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

“It’s Maria, Maria Reynolds,” she stated, smiling. “What’s yours?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“That’s so pretty!”

“I like yours better.” She blushed at that. Suddenly, there’s a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Angelica.

“My notes are at your spot, just so you know,” she whispered. I nodded, and she headed back to the table. I looked back at Maria.

“I guess I’ll see you around,” I said, my heart beating fast. She smiled shyly.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she replied. I smiled back, then headed over to my seat. As I sat down, my phone buzzed. With one glance towards Alex, I could tell it was him. He was practically bouncing up and down. I checked the text message.

Get ittttttttttt Y/N

I rolled my eyes, then pulled out my notebook to copy Ang’s notes. Apparently, we had been talking about the meaning behind Shakespeare’s 18th Sonnet. We were supposed to have multiple entries on this topic. She had written the poem down, so I read it over.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
 So long as men can breathe , or eyes can see,
 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

Once I finished reading it, I looked back at Maria. She was making someone’s drink, but I could still see her face. I turned back around and wrote down my first entry.

Entry 1: There is a theme of love in Shakespeare’s 18th Sonnet. He is expressing how he sees someone else, and how he sees their beauty. This person will never become less beautiful in his eyes because he loves them. How wonderful is it that someone could feel something so strong for someone else, that someone else’s beauty could never fade from their eyes.

I’m still reeling from that wardrobe choice trying to figure out what the hell Tennant!Crowley is wearing in the cast photo i just reblogged. And I’m so torn because on one hand, what the hecke????why is the wardrobe dept making these decisions so far??? It’s weird??? And on the other: TV series AJ Crowley is canonically a walking fashion disaster and probably thinks he look hot as hell and that’s so amazing

Rebound – Kim Namjoon (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst/smut

Word Count: 1397

Warnings: daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), slight face riding, crappy attempt at dirty talk lol

Summary: When Namjoon comes to your apartment at a ridiculous time of the night, drunk as fuck, one thing leads to another – the next day however, didn’t go how you wanted it too.

This isn’t exactly how I wanted this to turn out but yeh here’s Namjoon’s slightly ‘blood sweat & tears’ inspired one shot. I’ve been having Namjoon feels recently so it’s probably why this is a bit long ;) just like his dic– okay I’ll shut up. Anyway enjoyyyy

Other members: Jimin / Yoongi / Taehyung / Jin / Hoseok / Jungkook

“We-we shouldn’t be doing this Namjoon” you whispered but your words were muffled out by Namjoon’s lips.

“Let me have you for tonight baby girl” he said back, his voice definitely a few octaves lower, turning you on more than you’d like to admit. He was your best friend, the one who’d been by your side since you were seven, the one who had fought off people who bullied you. Namjoon was the one who’d have movie nights with you, a routine you’d both do every Saturday, he was the one who’d hug you and feed you ice cream and fall asleep beside you with his arms wrapped you. He was the man you fell in love with.

This wasn’t okay. You were practically about to have sex with your best friend, when he was drunk and this definitely did not help your feelings towards him. Yeah of course you’d gotten off at the thought of him, many more times than you’d like to admit. You’d thought about his how his long slender fingers would caress your body, how his large hands would cup your breasts, how his big plump lips would wrap around your nipples.

How his fingers would run across your folds before slipping inside you, his deep voice whispering dirty words in your ear – those thoughts were not okay to think. He had a girlfriend. God how she was beautiful, it pissed you off to think she was the one that he’d touch – whether it be a hug or a kiss, you’d immediately feel like vomiting. Jealous, was an understatement.


Namjoon had come to your apartment drunk, his words slurring really badly – his alcohol level was way better than yours so it made you wonder how many drinks he’d really had – but he was mad too. Never did you think you’d be attracted to someone so much when they were drunk and absolutely furious, but shit he looked fucking hot.

He was wearing all black, something you loved him in. It was a colour that always suited his tanned skin and pink lips so so well. His shirt was made from a thin black material that hugged his body in all the perfect ways with a deep V-neck that showed off his amazing collarbones. God how you wish you could just kiss his collarbones, to mark them all over and leave your mark on him.

“She fucking cheated on me” you stopped staring at his body as the icy cold words left his mouth.

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Press conferences weren’t always the most entertaining thing to watch but you were there regardless, sitting near the back of the room as your boyfriend Marco and his teammates sat in the front of the room in front of all of the cameras and journalists. They were just answering general questions at the moment and you found yourself uninterested in the words being exchanged and instead focusing on Marco.

Gah, he was way too sexy for words. He had his hair styled just the way you liked it today and you of course always liked seeing him in BVB apparel. Every time he moved his mouth to speak, your eyes followed his lips just envisioning them on yours or the way they trailed against nearly every inch of skin on your most sensitive areas.

It seemed your stares grabbed Marco’s attention because as soon as he was done speaking, he darted his eyes across the room to you. You smiled immediately to let him know you spotted him as well. Since the attention was off of him, you noticed him grabbing for something in his pocket, now staring down at his lap. You figured immediately he was sending you a message so you grabbed for your phone as well. He slyly hit the buttons under the table covering,

Your phone was safely set to a silent ring so when you received his message, it went unnoticed by those around you.

I’m pretty sure I told you not to wear that shirt. All I can see is your cleavage. 😍 I can’t look away now and you’re distracting me…

You immediately giggled to yourself. You had purposely worn the tight BVB v-neck because one, it made your breasts look amazing with how the cotton material dipped down just low enough and secondly, Marco liked it. You began typing away on your phone to send a response.

They look nice, huh? They’d look even better if I didn’t have a shirt on.

Marco had his eyes up, focusing on his teammates until he seemed to receive your message. Then his eyes poked back down to his lap.

Can I take it off when we get home??

You bit down on your lip, satisfied with his response. You knew just what to say back.

You can take everything off if you’d like…

You made sure to look up to him just in time to see him receive your response back. His eyes briefly widened as he read the message before he caught himself. Marco looked up towards you, enjoying the mischievous grin on your face before he sent a response.

I’d prefer to take everything off one by one. That way I can make sure to give every part of you special attention.

You immediately squirmed in your seat at the thought alone, feeling your body grow hot with anticipation. You knew his words were going to come to fruition once you two arrived home but you didn’t want to be the only one receiving pleasure.

Can I take you in my mouth first?

Marco’s eyes widened yet again at your bold message. You knew him well enough to know he was probably growing hard in his shorts right now just thinking of the feel of his member downing your throat. But he didn’t have too long to remain on the sexual thought.

“Marco?” One of the reporters repeated. Your head jolted in the direction of the voice across the room. You had been too lost in your back and forth with your boyfriend to realize a reporter was asking him a question and he seemed to be lost too until one of his teammates knocked his side gently to grab his attention.

He quickly came back to reality and dropped his phone. Marco looked up and stuttered through his next words. “Uh, yes? Can you repeat the question?” His cheeks blushed in embarrassment while you took enjoyment in getting him rattled.  His mind was definitely off of this press conference and fully on how he would pleasure you once you two escaped this room.

Chris&Eva #2(Skam)

“You couldn’t have picked anyone else?”

“Seriously Chris, why am I even here?” Eva says and gives out an annoyed sigh. “You couldn’t have picked anyone else? I mean, I’m not really an expert in men tuxedos.”

“But you are a girl. And girls love guys in tuxedos. You don’t have to be an expert to tell me, which tuxedo I look the best in. You just have to be yourself, darling.” He says and gives her one of his classic I-know-I-am-handsome-don’t-deny-it smiles.

Eva decided that his ego deserved a little setback and gave let out a dismissive laugh.

“Honestly, Chris. That tuxedo would have to be made out of pure gold to make you look even the slightest bit handsome. Don’t flatter yourself.”  She said and immediately regretted  the last sentence. There was a thin line between teasing and offending someone,and she might have done just that had it not have been Chris Schistad she was talking to. Chris ,who was the  most self-sufficient person she knew. (Besides Sana, of course. )

Chris just gave out a soft chuckle and shook his head. Then he turned away from the mirror he had been standing in front of and turned to face her. And in this second she couldn’t been more glad that he had asked her to come with him to pick out a tuxedo. He looked…wow. One of the most annoying and at the same things kind of fascinating things about Chris was his ability to look like he just stepped out of a Men’s fashion catalogue. It wasn’t a secret that Chris was one of the most handsome guys to ever go to Nissen, but it wasn’t just his too-handsome -for-his-own-good face, but also it was also his ability look amazing wearing just a plain dark gray V-neck, navy blue slim fit jeans and pair of  Converse. He had confidence oozing out of him and, honestly, it was both intimidating and hot at the same time.

“I can’t figure out if your staring is because I look good and you are contemplating  if it’s a good idea to take me into dressing room to hook up, which I think it  is , or you are imagining what’s underneath the tuxedo.” He says and raises an eyebrow. “I can show you ,of course ,because I am a very generous guy, but I think we should go back to my place for that.”

Thank God, Eva wasn’t prone to blushing because if she was there wouldn’t be shade red enough to match her flaming cheeks. Eva gathered all of her remaining dignity, flipped a strand of hair over her shoulder and leaned back into the chair.

“Wow, Chris. I feel like we are going to be here for  a while.” She says in fake sadness. ”When did you let yourself go?”

 “Your attempts to cover your attraction to me with mockery are hilarious.” Chris says with an impish grin on his face. “Don’t worry, babe. It’s mutual.” Chris says and gives her one of his cheeky winks. Did he get taught to do it in some Penetrator class, or something?

“And here I was thinking that you only needed me for my  impeccable taste in tuxedos. If you wanted to confess your  crush for me, you should have just said so. There was no need to drag me out tuxedo shopping.”  Eva says with a laugh, whilst gathering her belongings. It has been fun hanging out with Chris. It always was, but their conversations were starting to steer into direction she wasn’t ready for them to steer into. That’s when she knew she needed to flee.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asks turning around to face her. In his eyes she can read the question he really wants to ask. Instead he says “We haven’t even picked out anything.”

“Well, I am sure any girl here would gladly take my spot as your fashion consultant. Few guys as well. But I have places to go, things to do and people to see. Bye, Chris.” She says the last part almost halfway through the door.

“Bye, pretty girl.” She hears him call behind, his voice lacking his usual buoyancy. It almost sounded disappointed. But that would imply that Chris cared for Eva being there, which he didn’t. Chris didn’t seem to care for many people other than his family and William. And he certainly had no reason to care about Eva. And she didn’t have any reason to care about him.



Hello to everyone who is reading this right now! Thank you for reading and liking my previous work. It honestly means a lot to me. And to the lovely person who commented on it - your feedback honestly inspired me to write this. It really does take one good comment to make someones day. Yours really made mine.

Hope you will like this one as well! And if you want to request that I write something specific, don’t be shy to ask!

- B

do you have those shirts that you’ve owned forever and you’re just like “wow I’m going to look so great in this shirt once I get top surgery!” 

like the ones that are too low cut and show your binder, or all those amazing tank tops ??? or deep v necks?? I’m so excited to wear all the things!!! with no annoyance of binder showing

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where you go to a Halloween party and Ashton is there and he sees you in a semi slutty outfit and what his first impression of you was and you guys end up talking etc.

in honor of the 1st of october x


I lifted my half empty beer to my lips, I winced as the taste had distorted as the alcohol warmed with the temperature of the room. I was leaning against the wall of a mutual friend’s lounge, surveying the scene of swaying bodies. Usually I was the life of the party but no-one was catching my eye, therefore my need to impress was low. A faster paced song came on and the Halloween party goers started to jump manically, getting closer to my once empty space in the room. A scarcely clad nurse fell out of the crowd, tumbling into my arms, my hands reached out to catch her on instinct. I dropped my drink in the process but my focus was on the stunning girl in front of me, rather than the beverage down my front.

She looked horrified to cause me any trouble and soon regained her balance and started shouting apologies over the loud rumble of music. However my mind was not focused on how she spilled my beer, it was far too busy drinking in her appearance. How she had pinned back her hair half up with a little headband decorated with a baby blue and white cross, the rest of her locks flowing over her shoulders. The little blue dress she wore clung to her hips giving her figure an amazing silhouette, not to mention the V-neck that was shaping her breasts beautifully. I noticed the frilly white socks covering her ankles, and her small feet tucked into cute blue stilettos. I became aware of my staring even though it was evident she hadn’t, I directed my gaze towards her sparkling eyes.

“— Sorry, I really am, have you got another shirt?” I caught bits of her solutions over the raging noise.

“It’s fine,” I yelled over the music, “It’s a bit crowded in here, do you wanna go someplace else?” I suggested.

She nodded, grinning. I guided her by the small of her back, out into the garden were the music was significantly muffled.

“I really am sorry for what happened back there, that costume looks like a lot of effort went into it.” She pointed to my outfit, as I held back laughter, however still managing to grin like an idiot.

“This costume?” I gestured to myself now, “I ripped up a shirt, bought some horns and spray painted myself red, I think ‘effort’ is an overstatement. You, however, look good,” I stuck my hands in the pockets of my black skinnies, “Really good.”

She blushed and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. ‘Good’ didn’t describe her accurately, I thought she looked gorgeous.

Words flowed easily and small talk soon turned into a heated discussion about what genre of music Panic! At The Disco actually was. Our conversation was interrupted by her phone lighting up in her pocket. She excused herself and grimaced, checking her messages.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“My friend, Elise. I have to go. Sorry Ashton.” She looked up at me, I could see she didn’t want to leave. I wasn’t going to let her walk away without even a chance of meeting again. But she was already turning back to the house.

“Don’t!” I shouted, she looked back at me, “I have loved talking with you, this was probably the best thing that could have come out of tonight. Could we swap numbers?” I asked cautiously, hoping that I wouldn’t scare her off by advancing too quickly.

“Of course.” I sighed with relief at her reply, telling her to hold still whilst I took a contact picture for my phone. She stuck out her tongue and winked as the flash went off. I input her details and she protested that she wanted a photo of me for her mobile. But she turned the settings onto the front camera and kissed my cheek as I held up the phone, my cheeks flushing red and grinning as I snapped the photo.

“See you Ashton.” She called, running off into the hoards of people indoors.


I think that you deserve some form of apology. So here I am, and here it is. I'm sorry. ~ Andy Glass

A/N: Sorry that I’m never on. But I came up with this idea, so here it is. Sorry the titles so long.

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Title Credit: Honeybee - Seahaven

You ran your hand through your hair, lightly yanking it from frustration. You closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Opening your eyes once more, you looked at Andy, who also looked tired from arguing for hours. It wasn’t like you wanted to fight, but you weren’t going to lose this argument.

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The proposal-Jack Johnson imagine

; just something quick. I based it off of a video i saw on facebook, so i hope you all enjoy. again, requests are welcome! ;

I was just finishing up my make up when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I turned to see my boyfriend of 3 years standing there, looking handsome as ever in a pair of dark wash jeans and a white button up shirt. “You look gorgeous, baby” he said, smiling at me. I returned the smile and walked to him, giving him a quick peck. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Johnson” My compliment made his face flush, and he looked away. I giggled at his reaction and walked back to the mirror to add the finishing touches.

“We’re going to be leaving soon. Shawn wants us there around 10” Jack told me before leaving the bathroom. Our friend Shawn was filming a new music video and had asked Jack and I to be the starring couple. My excitement was growing as I thought about people around the world seeing us in Shawn’s music video; it was going to be incredible. I took a step back from the mirror to admire myself. I had loosely curled my hair and done my makeup naturally, just a simple v-neck on and a pair of jeans, not worrying about my wardrobe since they would supply us with outfits on set. I quickly got my purse and phone and went downstairs to meet up with jack.

After about a half hour drive, we pulled up to the set. Shawn was there to greet us, giving each of us a hug before taking us into the trailer to change our clothes. I was given a solid black tank top paired with a fuller, flowered skirt which hit about mid thigh.They paired it with a cute leather jacket and a pair of black high heeled ankle boots. Jack was wearing his same dark wash jeans, but he was now wearing an emerald green v-neck, which looked gorgeous with his hair and eyes. It was amazing the effect this boy had on me by just looking at him.

“Now Jack, Y/N, this song is the story of a couple and their relationship, from the time they met to when they get married. We’re gonna be doing shots in different locations around here, with the last one being in the café down the street. All I want is for you guys to be yourself, okay?” Shawn explained to us. We both nodded, and jack laced his hand in mine as we walked to our first location.

It was now 6 pm, and we were about to shoot the last scene in the café. Jack and I walked in, and I was surprised to see all familiar faces sitting in the café. I looked around and saw Jack G, Nate, Sam, Nash, Cameron, and Matt, all of our friends. I gave Jack a confused look and he just shrugged.

The director of the video came up to us and led us to our table in the middle of the place. We each took a seat and looked up at the director as he told us to just act natural, have a conversation, whatever. Shawn was going to be performing in the corner. Shawn started playing, and Jack looked at me.

“Y/N, you know I love you, right?” He said. I was confused by his sudden statement.

“Of course, Jack. And I love you” I replied. I was extremely confused as to where this was going.

“Well, Y/N, I just wanted to tell you that these past 3 years with you have been nothing short of incredible. From the late night in-n-out runs to early morning coffee runs, I wouldn’t want to do any of that with anyone else. You are the greatest person to have walked into my life, and I know I wouldn’t be half the person I am today if it weren’t for you. You support me with all of my decisions, and I couldn’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done. You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. You inspire me to be a better person, and you bring out the best in me. The only thing that would make me happier is if you did me the honor of taking my last name.”

Jack got up out of his chair, grabbing a small box out of his back pocket, and knelt on one knee if front of me. The tears were streaming down my face at this point, and I noticed tears in his eyes as well.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

I looked at him in shock, absolute shock. A smile grew on my face as I held out my left hand, shaking my head yes, knowing I couldn’t quite form words right now. He slipped the simple, but beautiful, engagement ring on my hand and pulled me closer to him, kissing me with such passion and fire, I forgot everyone else was there until I heard all the clapping and yelling. I pulled away from him and looked around. Everyone who was there was now standing and clapping for us, and I noticed that both mine and Jack’s families were there. I ran up to my parents and hugged them, both of them congratulating me.

“How did you guys know?” I asked them, pulling away.

“Jack has had this planned for months now, honey. He knew that you didn’t like the idea of a stereotypical engagement, so he came up with the idea of disguising it as a music video” my mom explained to me. I felt two arms snake around my waist and a kiss placed on my cheek.

“Welcome to the family, son” my dad said to Jack, shaking his hand before him and my mom walked away. I turned in Jack’s arms so I was facing him.

“God, I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Johnson” He said in a low voice before placing a small but powerful kiss on my lips.