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Being BFF’s with Yugkook

Jungkook best friend au ft. Yugyeom 

  • Being a Kpop Idol yourself and being friends with Jackson first.
  • You’re a ‘98 liner.
  • How you meet:
  • Your group finished performing at MAMA and you all went backstage.
  • GOT7 was there and Jackson went to your group to compliment your performance.
  • Jackson excitedly introduced you to Yugyeom since you’re both the maknae’s of your group.
  • Immediately exchanging phone numbers and hanging out within a week.
  • After a couple months of being close with Yugyeom he accidentally sends you and Jungkook a message in a groupchat.
  • Yugyeom: “Does this look good on me?” *attaches body mirror pic*
  • Jungkook: “You look like you have a mushroom on your head.”
  • Y/N: “Look who’s talking, coconut head.”
  • Jungkook then realizes he wasn’t only texting Yugyeom.
  • Yugyeom also notices the accidental group chat but replies with laughing emojis anyway.
  • You three end up hanging out and going bowling the next day and you make fun of both mushroom and coconut head.
  • A beautiful trio blossoms from there.
  • Fans start to pick up on the three musketeers that have been all over the tabloids for their trio selfies and photographed outings.
  • Yugkook becoming distant after you three begin trending on twitter because they don’t want you to get hate for being friends with them.
  • You telling them off for ignoring your texts and bowling invites and reassuring them that you only care about their friendship and not the hate.
  • Yugkook making it up to you by buying you ice cream and complimenting your newest MV.
  • You calling Yugyeom - Yuggy and Jungkook - Juggy.
  • YOU BEING THE ONLY PERSON TO BE ABLE TO CALL JUNGKOOK OPPA WITHOUT HIM CRINGING.
  • Yugkook teasing you for being a year younger than them.
  • “you’re so small and youthful”
  • “you haven’t even grown out of your baby cheeks yet, aww”
  • *YUGSHOOK AND JUNGSHOOK WHEN YOU DO A SEXY DANCE FOR A PERFORMANCE WITH YOUR GROUP*.
  • Coming down from stage and being met with disapproving looks from Yugkook. 
  • *it gets caught on camera*
  • *fans are beginning to love the trio friendship after this*
  • Yugkook secretly becoming jealous when you pay more attention to the other members.
  • BamBam jokingly telling Yugyeom that you love him more *Yugyeom glaring from the distance*
  • Taehyung wrapping an arm around you as you laugh at a joke he said *Jungkook doing the tongue thing*
  • Yugkook jokingly telling you that you can only be friends with them.
  • You then become annoyed when they start to hangout with your group *but internally shipping the boys with at least one of your members*
  • Interviewer: “Y/N we heard your quite close with Yugyeom from GOT7 and Jungkook from BTS… are they your bias?”
  • Y/N: *dramatically rolls eyes* “MARK AND JIN ARE THE ONLY OPPAS I ACKNOWLEDGE!!1!!1”
  • Yugkook: *choking somewhere in the distance* 
  • How you are at award shows:
  • You becoming nervous when you spot Yugkook in the crowd during your performance but becoming relieved when you see their wide smiles and encouraging thumbs up.
  • You screaming your head off when BTS or GOT7 performs.
  • You trend on twitter later from fan taken pictures of you dancing Jungkook or Yugyeom’s part from your table.
  • #YugkookY/Narefriendshipgoals
  • Hugging each other after a performance or when either group wins an award.
  • After this fan begin to ship you with Yugyeom or Jungkook.
  • You needing to reassure the world that you know too much of Jungkook and Yugyeom and will never date them.
  • Yugkook becoming protective when fans insult you for being friends with them.
  • The three of you fangirling over Big Bang together.
  • You tagging along with the ‘97 liners because Yugkook are always with them.
  • People mistaking you for ‘97 baby because of this.
  • Yugkook picking you up from your dorm to get late night snacks or go bowling.
  • Sometimes they pick you up during the day if they have time and you eat dinner together while talking about your fears and dreams and passions and ON MY LIFE Yugkook can’t hang out with you without ganging up on you and teasing you about whatever.
  • Yugkook not allowing you to date being the protective older brothers they claim to be. (when your dating rule is lifted)
  • Random piggyback rides *usually only Yugyeom does it to Jungkook but sometimes they show you love too*
  • You blushing every time they hug or accidentally touch you 
  • Them “accidentally” touching you to get a reaction from you.
  • You constantly scold them like a mother would to her children.
  • This earns you the nickname “mama Y/N” from fans.
  • When your dating rule is lifted your members begin dating but you stay single earning the nickname from fans: “4eva single maknes”
  • Yugyeom and Jungkook take you on “dates” when you start to feel down about not having a boyfriend.
  • Yugkook reassuring you that being in a relationship isn’t everything.
  • You begin to indulge yourself more in your music and share new written songs with Yugkook who fangirl together over you and your amazing voice.
  • Yugyeom and Jungkook always seeking fashion tips from you.
  • You low key not knowing shit about fashion but telling them what you think the fans would like to see them in.
  • You taking and posting pictures of them while they’re sleeping because “it’s what the fans want”.
  • When either of you are being overworked or stressing out the other two will take said person out dancing or to a movie to relax.
  • The three of you are meme kings/queens.
  • One day Yugyeom calls you noona on accident and you punched him with the strength of a God.
  • *Jungkook records and posts it*
  • fans love the sibling like trio and want more public interactions after this.
  • You making it a point to show affection to Yugkook in public to show your fans that you can have a friendship with the opposite sex.
  • Fans thinking you in person or on social media for making Yugkook happy with your frienship. 
  • *you silently crying bc it’s you who is grateful for Yugkook’s friendship and you pray that you guys stay best friends for ever*.

a/n; I decided to do this because I was daydreaming that I was friends with them lmaoooo. Should I do an actual imagine to this though?

Monsta X Reaction- Flirting w/ A Foreigner

Monsta x reaction to flirting with a foreign girl, but finding out they can speak korean? Thank you! 

Requested by anon. Hope you enjoy!

Shownu: He saw you at a cafe and he thought you were so cute. He could tell that you were a foreigner and that he might not see you ever again. When he approached you, and complimented your brown skin, he didn’t expect you to say thank you back in Korean. His face would get red, and he’d stumble over his words.

Originally posted by jeonfhan

Wonho: He saw you sitting at a table horizontal from his. Although he’s usually confident, he’d be nervous about approaching you. He’d compliment your eyes and say you were so beautiful, and he’d ask for your number, not expecting you to understand. Shocked and happy when he saw that you were in fact writing your phone number down. You’d smirk and hand it to him, walking away with your friends.

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Jooheon: He was watching you and your friends dancing around the club. You were wearing a black, body con dress and he just kept staring. He got up to go and dance with you. You were backing it up and he said he liked the way you moved and looked in your dress. You replied in Korean a simple thank you and he froze. He snapped out of his shocked state and continued to dance with you.

Originally posted by jo0heonie

Hyungwon: This boy knows he’s good looking and he saw you looking at him. He also assumed that you didn’t speak Korean so when he complimented his lips, he didn’t expect you to reply back saying you liked his in his language. he’d laugh out of embarrassment but wouldn’t leave.

Originally posted by hyunwoo

Kihyun: He was intrigued by your natural hair and how you got your volume. To be honest, he was also checking you out. Feeling bold because he knew you wouldn’t understand, he’d tell you he loved your body, hair and couldn’t stop looking at you. You laughed and said thank you for both compliments. He’d turn red in embarrassment and would apologize, before walking away.

Originally posted by aceyng

Changkyun: He was trying to prove to the others that he’d be able to talk to you and they dared him to ask you out. He did it and you surprisingly said yes and when in perfect Korean. Flustered and unsure about what he should say next, he’d just be staring at you, trying to figure out something to say.

Originally posted by livelovelunch

Minhyuk: He was really impressed with the way you dressed. Your style was very different from the locals. He didn’t care if you couldn’t understand him, he’d still want to tell you your fashion sense was amazing and that you were cute. You replied saying, “thank you very much, no one has said that to me since I’ve been here.” When he heard your Korean, He’d squeal in excitement and would want to talk to you more.

Originally posted by monsta-texts

I think olaf is having a negative effect on esme’s fashion sense because it seems to get worse as the series progresses like sure her pinstripe suit was fine and her police outfit wasn’t too bad but by the 9th book she’s wearing the infamous ‘freaks’ costume and then after that she wears an octopus costume and a bikini made out of lettuce like…whyyyyyy

I’m probably not the first person to come up with this but….Trans girl Stephanie??

- Sportacus would be so supportive and proud of her and would help her when she’s coming out to all her friends

- “I’d like to introduce you to Stephanie! She wants to be called Stephanie now, and she wants you to use she/her pronouns!”

- when it comes to coming out to her uncle she’s very nervous but Sportacus is by her side the whole time and it actually goes very well

- Sportacus would try to help her cut her hair and try to help her pick out some dresses but fashion isn’t this man’s forte.

- so he takes her to Robbie and he’s like STEP BACK, SPORTAFLOP. I GOT THIS

- and he just spends the whole day pampering her and using all these gizmos to style her hair and he digs through his massive collection of disguises to find some dresses for her

- both Sportacus and Robbie have different ways of teaching Stephanie how to deal with transphobic people. Sportacus says you should try to educate them or just stay away from them, and Robbie says you should crush your enemies with your amazing fashion sense and how you’re so much better than everyone else.

- two supportive dads helping their trans daughter I love it

anonymous asked:

Can I request a future fic where Kevin finds out the truth and Joaquin is trying to win him back by showing Kevin how much of their relationship was real. Like how he remembers the food he likes and doesn't like and how he likes the way he smells and all these small details. I would like to see how far he'd go to win him back 🙂

Never More Than I You

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of tattoos, gangs, blood, and a very mild attempt at self harm (that’s not really what it is, but I don’t know how else to describe it)

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For the above anon, and for everyone in the tags asking for some angsty kevin/joaquin fanfic. Here you go.

“Joaquin? Joaquin? Joaquin!” Joaquin groaned, but made his way up the stairs of the bar into FP’s office.

“Yes?” He said, any façade of happiness or respect having walked out the door with Kevin.

“Wow.” FP laughed. It vividly reminded Joaquin of when he first knew he was screwed, of when he confessed to the gang-leader that ‘he likes me, for real.’ “You need to get over him, kid. Did you really think it was gonna work out? He’s the sheriff’s son. And you’re a gang-banger, trailer trash.” Joaquin didn’t believe it. What he and Kevin had was special. Or, what he and Kevin used to have had been special.

“Is there something you want?” Joaquin deadpanned

“Yeah. I want you to get your head out of your ass and start helping out around here again.” FP spewed angrily. “Sure, the Keller kid broke it off, but that doesn’t mean that your job is over. We aren’t in the clear yet, Joaquin.” He softened slightly. “Come on, we all need you. Your family needs you. So, what do you say?” Joaquin nodded dumbly and left the room. He left the bar. It was raining, he didn’t notice.

“Your family needs you.” The words replayed themselves over and over in his head. Were the serpents his family? Was this his life now? Spying on cops and ‘helping’ teenagers with their shady drug deals. Two years ago, Joaquin would have been thrilled to be included in the family of the serpents. But now, all Joaquin could think of was the way Kevin looked at him. The way Kevin laughed. The way Kevin cried. Joaquin didn’t know much about family, but if asked when he had felt the most at home and loved, he wouldn’t say with the serpents or even with his brother. He would say the Kevin Keller, the sheriff’s son, was his home.

Joaquin wasn’t sure when he reached the trailer. He wasn’t sure when the rain became the water of his shower. He wasn’t sure when the tears started to stream down his face. All Joaquin was sure of, in that moment, was the damned snake tattoo on his arm. “Fuck.” His broken cry echoed through the empty trailer. Joaquin dropped to the floor of his shower. “Get off, get off of me.” He screamed, viciously scrapping at the tattoo. He clawed at it, tried to rub off the skin stained by the black pigment. He could hear strangled sounds, grunts, and cries, but he had no idea where they were coming from. Snot dripped down his face. His tears collected at the end of his nose and chin. He kept clawing, but still, that damned snake remained. Joaquin didn’t stop when the arm started bleeding. He didn’t stop when the water became icy. He didn’t stop.

“Was any of it real?”

“Kev, you don’t understand. This is important to me. You are important to me.”

“No! I’m fucking not.” Kevin laughed, but it wasn’t the happy go lucky laugh that Joaquin had grown to know, to love. “What’s important to you is helping you’re stupid gang. God, Joaquin!” Kevin tried to blink away the tears. “Really it’s my fault, I should’ve known this wasn’t real. I should’ve known that no one in Riverdale gets a happy ending.” With that, Kevin stormed away, and two young hearts shattered.

Maybe he cried himself to sleep, maybe his brother had gotten home and taken him to bed, maybe he sleep-walked to his bed. Joaquin didn’t know how he ended up in his bed the next morning, but he didn’t care. However, he did know why he had woken up with tears in his eyes. As if on autopilot, he got up. He got dressed, pulling his jacket on to hide the tattoo and the bloody scars and scrapes covering it. He left the trailer and started to walk north.

Joaquin didn’t know what he expected to happen on his walk from the Southside trailer park to the Keller residence, but he didn’t expect to have company. And he really didn’t expect that company to be Jughead Jones.

“Joaquin.” Jughead said solemnly. Every interaction they had ever had was solemn. Even when Joaquin and Kevin were together, Joaquin and Jughead were never very friendly.

“Jughead.” Joaquin responded. The walk continued in silence until the two reached the line. The line between south and north. There wasn’t a literal line, no, Riverdale was much too vague for that. But it seemed like the air changed, the actual oxygen breathed in was different. They both just stood there, as if crossing this line was something life-changing and not something they had done millions of times before. Jughead broke the silence.

“Joaquin, what are you doing? You know my dad’ll be pissed.” Jughead seemed broken, more than usual. He seemed like the mention of his dad and all that had recently happened physically hurt him.

“What do you think I’m doing? At this point, I couldn’t give a shit about your dad, about the serpents, about anything there.” Joaquin gestured angrily towards the Southside. “The one thing I have ever cared about is gone. And I’m gonna do whatever the hell it takes to salvage the only good thing about the last year of my life.” Joaquin’s voice progressively got louder until he was yelling at Jughead.

“Um, okay. That’s great and all, but Romeo oh Romeo, all that won’t save you from the wrath of the Gang you’re leaving behind. Or the wrath of Keller.” He scoffed, a smirk appearing on his face. “I’m not really sure which one is worse.”

Joaquin stopped. The reality of what he was about to do finally sinking in. “I don’t want to be a gangbanger all of my life.” He could feel tears well up in his eyes, but the discipline driven into him from childhood was still present and prevented him from showing emotion. “Kevin is the only good thing I’ve ever known. I need him. I- I love him.” At that admission, Joaquin felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. Likewise, Jughead took a step back.

“Betty said you did.”

“Said I did what?” Joaquin asked, alarmed.

“Loved Kevin.”

“What? How did she..? I didn’t even…”

“She just knew. Girl thing I guess. He loves you too.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Well, yeah I heard you. But I mean. What do you mean?” Joaquin couldn’t process what was being said. His hand immediately reached to cover his arm. To cover the mark that was already hiding beneath his leather jacket and the bloody scrapes.

Jughead smirked, “If you are going where I think you’re going, then you already know what it means.”

The sentence hadn’t fully left Jughead’s mouth before Joaquin started running. He crossed the line. His lungs filled with the new air, and he ran. He ran because Kevin loved him. He ran because he loved Kevin. And, maybe the most important reason, Joaquin ran because Kevin Keller was heartbroken, and it was his fault.

When Joaquin approached the Keller residence, his body began to move without conscious thought. He masterfully scaled the tree and knocked on Kevin’s window with no thought besides ‘what will he think? Will he take me back?’ Joaquin looked into the window, and there he was. Kevin Keller, an angel in human’s clothing, was lying on his bed, facing away from the window and Joaquin. He knocked again. When Kevin didn’t move, Joaquin attempted to open the window from the outside and was slightly surprised when the window moved, granting him entry.

“Kevin. Um, it’s me. Joaquin.” Joaquin was suddenly shy. It felt weird to be shy around someone he was used to being comfortable with.

Kevin didn’t move.

“Look, Kev,” The boy flinched at the sound of the nickname. “Uh, sorry.” Joaquin quickly apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, really I came here to apologize. To explain that I never should have let you go. I never should have let fucking FP and the serpents manipulate me. And, I’m not trying to shift the blame, I know I’m at fault here. And I’m not expecting you to take me back. I understand, what I did is…unforgivable.

“But you asked me if any of it was real. And that is a question that deserves an answer. Less than two years ago, I was worthless. I was a shell of a kid, trying to find someplace where he could fit in. But now, well now I’m worth something.” Joaquin drew his fingers through his hair, taking a breath and preparing for what he had to say.

“It’s not because of anything I’ve done. Actually it’s all because of you. I’m worth something because now I know. I know that you only eat fries if they have ketchup and mustard on them. I know that your shampoo smells like sandalwood and your body wash smells like freshly cut grass. I know that, even though he gets on your nerves, you thank the world for your dad every single day. You have amazing taste in fashion, specifically shoes. You could never keep a secret from Betty, not even us. I know that sometimes you think that all anyone wants is to use you to figure out their sexuality or for a quip.

“And because I know all of that, because I know you, I am worth something. Or I was. But then I hurt you. I hurt you, and I don’t deserve to be worth something anymore. I don’t deserve to know what I do about you anymore.” Kevin still hadn’t moved. Joaquin knew that he shouldn’t expect him to. He had no right to expect anything from Kevin Keller. “I don’t expect anything to come from this, but you have the right to know.” Joaquin gathered his courage. Here goes nothing.

“Kevin Keller, I love you.” The room was silent. No one moved. It was seconds, but Joaquin could have sworn he stood there for years.

There were tears in his eyes as he began to leave the room. Joaquin wasn’t sure what he was going to do know. He was lost. But for a moment, for a single second, Joaquin knew that everything would be okay. As he made his way down the old oak, he heard it.

“Never more than I love you, Joaquin. Never more.”


Yay! So that was that, I will be writing more for the other prompts I have already received and any others that come my way. Hit me up if you have ideas, want to beta, or would like to be tagged in my future Kevin/Joaquin fanfics.

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Bonjour Mon Amour

Barry X Reader

Word Count: 1,826

Warnings: none


You loved your job. It had always been your dream to become a fashion designer and you knew you would be able to work up to it. But being the assistant to an ungrateful boss left you more than a little stressed. Well, lucky for you Barry was always willing to cheer you up.

“You can’t let her get under your skin.” Barry sighed, taking another sip of his drink.

“I know.” You nodded “She’s just such a bitch to me all the time.”

“Maybe its cause you’re prettier than her.” He joked, happy to see the smile on your face.

“You’re sweet.” You stated,  resting your hand atop his own.

“Well I’ve got to go,” He said with a glance at his watch “but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“If I make it through yet another day of the torture.” You exclaimed, putting a hand to your head for dramatics.

“Night.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Delsin Rowe x Reader Headcanons

Originally posted by redsidentevil

  • Delsin Rowe loves to hold your hand. He absolutely loves it. Whether it be a walk down to the end of the boardwalk to see how the moonlight shines over the water while telling jokes, whether it be a quick stop for a slice of pizza after you’ve had a long day at work and he wanted to treat you, or whether it be running away from the police after they’ve caught him doing his latest tag and the thrill of the chase if making you both giggle; he loves to feel your smaller hand laced through his own.
  • His nonchalant nature can sometimes be the cause of your exasperation. He is marvelously determined but in his determination he places himself in dangerous situations. You understand his desire to help his people completely. What Augustine had done to the Akomish was horrendous. But that did not calm your nerves. Delsin faced the DUP with not only his incredible powers but with his unwavering confidence. You had once seen the fighting take place from a small sandwich shop where you had been eating lunch with a co-worker friend of yours. You will never forget how your heart tightened in your throat as you saw how persistent the DUPs were when trying to shoot down your boyfriend. The bullets flew so close, sometimes even hitting him. You had watched him take the smoke from the destroyed cars to refuel after the battle was done and you could not stop yourself as you ran to reach him.
  • “Del, are you okay? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Stop smiling, you idiot, and answer me!”
  • His chuckle was deep as his amusement with how you worried over him grew and he displayed his gorgeous boy-ish smile for you, which you would normally swoon over, but one that was not helping at all.
  • “Didn’t you see how I took down those DUPs? I’m fine! I’m unstoppable! We own the streets!”
  • Delsin Rowe always has the best ideas for dates. It was hard for you to try to one up the “power sponge” when he always had the best places to take you.
  • “Okay, I got this whole thing figured out. We hit the town, then maybe swing by the Space Needle – it’s much nicer now that it isn’t stuck in that DUP web - and then we get some burgers because I’m hungry aaaaand I want a burger.”
  • He had taken you to the stop of the Space Needle as one of your first dates when your relationship had started and the two of you ate (favorite fast food) while fighting the rough winds and watching the movement of the city down below. Another time some local artists had organized a small concert and Delsin used his abilities to get you both up to the roof of the nearest building, giving the both of you the best advantage point possible and ensuring you both enjoyed the music more than anyone else. Another example would also be the time he covered a section of the brick wall in the park closest to the water in cardboard and didn’t give you any instructions; he just encouraged you to do as you wished with the paint he had gathered. That afternoon had been unforgettable.
  • He would disagree. He always claimed that your videogame dates and your Netflix binge watching dates were his favorite.
  • “You’re like Ghost Rider.”
  • “Because of the hellfire chain?”
  • “Because of the hellfire chain.”
  • There are certain paths that you choose to take to work depending on traffic and weather. If you had woken up early that day and the weather permitted it, you often took the scenic route through the market place and the park while other times you took the fastest absolute route (sometimes meaning the days where Delsin decided he wasn’t tired and that the two of you should watch all nine seasons of The Office again). Your Smoketastic Man knew these travel paths and would sometimes leave little tags of adorable little things that would totally make your day while seeing them. To name a few, Delsin had created a small penguin looking up to a balloon that was flying away, he had done a dancing sunflower, sometimes he would leave behind a little inside joke, while one time he had tagged the silhouette of a couple that looked suspiciously like the both of you.
  • Underneath the sarcastic comments and his layered clothing was a soft heart that truly treasured his relationships; whether it be the one he had with you, his friendship with Fetch and Eugene, the love he had for Betty or the strong bond he shares with his older brother, Reggie. He cares deeply about the people he loves and that has to be one of the traits that you like the most about him.
  • Delsin Rowe is the world’s biggest show off. There was a point in your relationship where you entertained the idea, only briefly, that he was trying to find the core relays just so that he could show off his new powers to you and Reggie.
  • “See, I can do this now.” He would say with excited eyes and a matching smile as he looked towards you after he showcased his new ability. “Cool, isn’t it?”
  • “You’re Mr. Cool now,” you commented which made him clap, startling Reggie who turned to look at his younger brother.
  • See? They do call me Mr. Cool.”
  • One time, while Delsin had gone to get a few groceries that you needed for taco night, curiosity had gotten the better of you. It was a short trip to the bodega below your apartment and Delsin, who had been relaxing in his pajamas like you were doing, decided to just go down in what he was wearing; which meant he left his vest…and his beanie. You just wanted to wear them to see what it was like! That’s all you wanted to do…and so you did…and he walked back inside to find you wearing his clothes. You had been so embarrassed while he found it to be extremely cute. It was one of his favorite memories; your adorable blushing face as you quickly took off his beanie and pretended like nothing had happened. You’re always going to remember his laugh and the “Babe, your fashion sense is amazing.”
  • He made you call the DUP to report the vandalized billboards for him.
  • Operator: Hi, you have reached the D.U.P help line, do you have a bio-terrorist incident to report?
  • You: Oh my God! It’s an extremely handsome bio-terrorist! He’s vandalizing one of your billboards!
  • Operator: Strange, second time a billboard has been vandalized recently, we are sending D.U.P troops immediately.
  • You: *hangs up*
  • Delsin: Extremely handsome, huh?
  • You: Shut it.
  • One thing that Delsin loved was how well you got along with Abigail and Eugene. You loved to play videogames with Eugene (he almost fainted when Delsin introduced you to him because he had never expected someone as beautiful as you to know so much about Heaven’s Hellfire like you did; he didn’t mean to stereotype you but he wasn’t the best with people. The two of you got along extremely well afterwards; you understood how it was like to want to flee from reality and enter a world of fantasy) and you absolutely loved going shopping with Abigail. That girl had a great taste in clothing and you both made it a tradition to go shopping frequently, even if it was only to window shop.
  • Delsin loves your name. He really does think it’s awesome. He had sketched it out for you once in a little piece of paper and gave it to you. He didn’t think anything of it and he didn’t know how much you treasured that little piece of paper.
  • “My boyfriend is a power sponge, one of his friends can control neon while the other one can control video, and I work in an office.” You said once as you looked out the window and noticed some teens walking around with t-shirts inspired by the beloved conduits.
  • Reggie, who had been eating a slice of pizza from the box that you had ordered, nodded in understanding. Both of you admired Delsin and the rest of the conduits in your own little ways though you both understood the responsibility that came with those powers.
  • “You’re in that list too, Reggie. You think I forgot?” You smirked. “I am a bio-terrorist! I eat children! And kittens!
  • “…” Reggie held the pizza in front of his face but didn’t take a bite. He looked at it as if he wanted to forget that whole endeavor and like he hated that you brought it up. “I’m eating all of your pizza.”
  • “You do that and I’m calling the D.U.P.”
  • You also try to distract Eugene while you are both playing to gain the upper hand because you can hold your own against him but Eugene was a legend.
  • “Hey, Eugene, did you know that in 1944 in an experiment conducted in Russia, they found that 90% of the people did not agree with the other 10%.”
  • “You’re not going to distract me.”
  • Delsin is a casual cuddler (he throws an arm over your shoulder as you’re watching TV) when he is awake but he is a super cuddler (he wraps his arm around you and doesn’t let go) when he is asleep. This is the truth.
  • Delsin likes to knock on your window at night and ask you to join him on the fire escape. It’s often times like these, when it’s just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence that he really lets you know how he feels and what he thinks. Whether it be his insecurities, his fears, what he feels for you, or just what he wishes to accomplish, he lets you know during times like these. You do the same as well.
  • “I love you.”
  • “I know.”
  • “Did you just Han Solo, me, Rowe?”
  • “Yes.”
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Description: You’re a librarian and every day the same sweet girl comes in

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,063

Pairing: Park Chaeyoung (Rosé) x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy (Because I am Blackpink/mostly Chaeyoung trash)

Originally posted by prevsugakookie

You’d always adored libraries, along with the books and the paperback covers. Although, you preferred hardcovers because it was very hard to bend the spines of those ones. You heard the door open, and you turned to look and see who it was. You weren’t surprised when you saw the same girl with the light auburn hair.

She always came here when you opened the library. You had no idea who she was but something about her sparked your interest. She not only had a fantastic fashion sense but also an amazing literary preference.

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For the Psycho ice cream: Your fashion sense is amazing and people should take pointers from you...except the stabby part... (sent by anon)
  • Neo, slowly turning her head from a gasping victim, and carefully removes her sword from their chest, slowly signs: You should have explained the 'not stabby part' sooner...
  • Neo, putting a big smile on her face, signing: But thank you! My sense of fashion really shows off my personality, and the colors go well with deep red!

justcommingforfun  asked:

Hello I just discovered your blog today and read through it all today I really loved the writing I just want to say that this is the most amazing blog I have seen and can u plz do hc of badass mc with saeran cuz I love them both too much (lowkey love fluffy sae sae)

thank you so much <3 !!! that really means a lot to me :-)
enjoy!


- you two are known as the BADA$$ couple and no one can stop y’all

- even Seven doesn’t mess with the two of you after he pranked you and learned it the hard way whoops

- you terrify people in the streets but that’s a good thing because they kept annoying you guys anyway

- they’re just jealous because y’all are seriously #couplegoals

- like your street fashion is freaking amazing it’s totally instagram worthy and tumblr aesthetic 

- but the best thing? the relationship is so positive and filled with lots of love

- it’s Saeran’s first time in a relationship and he’s giving it his all

- it’s awkward in the beginning but that’s what makes him cute

- give him an award because he’s the most perfect (yes, perfect in every way) boyfriend

- you guys are really meant to be for each other

- you depend on each other and you guys complete each other

- if there’s anyone who dares to hurt your relationship, they better start running before you catch them

Just once... -Bucky x reader(F)

Thanks for the request @azuraspyte PROMPT: “Just once, I want people to look at me, not you.” With Bucky.

Tony was throwing another elaborate party and you were finally going to try and make an impression. Natasha has tried and tried to get you to dress up for these occasions but it really isn’t your thing. However, tonight you wanted to give it a try. She came over early and helped you do your hair and makeup. She even bought you a dress, she didnt dare leave wardrobe up to you.
You paced outside the door and fidgeted with your fingers, twisting the coctail rings Nat lent you. You weren’t sure what brought on your sudden desire for attention but you wanted people to notice you tonight.
“You ready, doll?” Bucky placed a cold hand at the small of your back, which was exposed thanks to Nat’s dramatic fashion sense. “You look amazing.” He kissed your cheek.
You relaxed at his touch and leaned into him. “Thank you.” You smiled into his shirt. You leaned back and looked him once over. “You clean up pretty nice, Barnes.”
As per the invitation, Bucky was in full black tie dress. Allthe was down to the cumberbun. You scoffed when you noticed the sleeve of his metal arm was missing. It wasnt ripped off like he had most of his clothes it deliberately talored that way. “Really? Even on a tux?”
He laughed and took your hand in his. “I’m afraid its a bit of a signature, now.”
He opened the doors for you and you both stepped onto the scene. Your heart was pounding. For some reason you imagined a Cinderella moment. The kind where the whole room stops and looks at you. But only a few heads turned and they quickly returned to whatever they were doing before.
“Bucky!” Clint shouted. He stumbled once, clearly having taken advantage of the open bar.
“Hey, man.” Bucky grinned and patted Clint’s back.
“Hey, you mind if I steal your boyfriend for a minute. I think he neds a shot.” Clint chuckled.
Bucky gave you a tight smile. “Do you mind, babe?”
“Go ahead.” You grinned. Bucky gave you a quick kiss and helped Clint over to the bar.
You looked around the room but couldn’t find anyone you recognized. Feeling stupid for having gotten dressed up for nothing you made your way to the balcony. It was a cool evening and the breeze against your backless dress made you shiver but you didnt mind the cold. You kicked off your heels and grabbed the hem of your dress so you wouldn’t trip over it.
You climbed onto a bench and looked out over the balcony. Being up this high, with the wind blowing your freshly curled hair around, you though that this was what it must be like fly. You leaned over the railing just enough to quicken your heartbeat.
Suddenly, there was a hand around your waist, pulling you backwards.
“Don’t do that!” Bucky shouted from behind you. He pulled you toght against him and burried his head in your neck. He kissed your shoulder and spun you around to face him. “What were you doing?” He demanded.
“Nothing, Buck. I’m fine! I was perfectly fine.” You scrunched your face in defense.
Bucky immediately noticed that something was bothering you. “What’s wrong, doll?”
You huffed and hung your head. “It’s nothing…it’s stupid.”
He carefully pinched your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. “(Y/N), talk to me.”
“I just…” You huffed again. “I got all dressed up and I just expected people to notice and…no one did.”
Bucky frowned. “I noticed.”
“I know but Clint didnt and Nat isnt even here and… Just once, I want people to look at me, not you.”
Bucky grabbed your hand and started to pull you back inside.
“What are you doing?” You asked as you grabbed your dress again, hoping tpnot to trip.
“Come on,” Was his only reply. You had to practically run to keep up with him. He dragged you infront of the band that Tony hired and grabbed thmicrophone.
“Ladies and Gentleman,” He started.
“Buck, what are you doing?” You whispered.
He grinned at you but kept going. “We’re gonna kick things off a little early. I’d like to introduce to you the real reason we are gathered her tonight. She’s the light of my life and the center of my world and she deserves the moon. Guys?” Bucky looked to the right and your eyes followed his.
Natasha, Steve, and Tony were pushing a huge cake your direction.
“What is happening?” You asked yourself.
Bucky grabbed the mic again. “Lets raise our glasses and give a cheer for the birthday girl!” Bucky grabbed your face and kissed you hard. “For my girl.” He beamed.
“Buck, my birthday isn’t untill next week.” You giggled.
“Thats what makes it a surprise, doll.”

@whimsicalrebirth @tatortot2701 @heismyhunter @pickledmoon @beccaanne814-blog @whatsbetterthanfantasy
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Jess:
Ross, you ready yet!

Ross:
Um..
Yea..

Jess:
*Gasp*
Omg!

Ross:
Is it too m-much..?
I, I should go change…

Jess:
No! Ross!
You look fantastic with what you like to wear
And I love your fashion sense!
Now, c'mon! I know a mall that has an amazing frozen yogurt shop!

Ross:
Oh, okay
Thanks Jess..

Jess:
I know you’re nervous, but I got your back
And if anyone wants beef with you for being different, you can always talk to me

Ross:
Haha, yea

Shall we?

Jess:
*Squeaky giggling*

-

More trans Ross ;w;

Jess is Ross’ supportive mother figure for sure

Thanks for the asks
@enirgomega and Anonymous!

hey, girls who love girls: you’re brilliant, beautiful, and loved. your fashion is adorable and it looks so good on you. it’s so amazing to watch you do the things that frighten you and exist, bravely and indelibly, in a world that wishes you ill. good luck with your crushes (on girls straight, taken, or not) and relationships; good luck, too, with the time you spend single, and may it be as much or as little as you’d like. your love and lust are good and right and the earth is blessed to know them. remember that. and have a good day ♡♡♡

Captive Prince Fashion History Blast

Your friendly neighborhood fashion historian here! Some information for all you amazing fanartists out there: most adult clothing closes at the front or at the side. Historically, clothes that close down the back were almost always worn by children (so they couldn’t get them off by themselves). I can tell you from personal experience that dressing someone in a close-fitted garment that fastens up the front is much more intimate!

So instead of Damen lacing Laurent’s clothes closed up the back, may I humbly suggest:

  • Damen and Laurent essentially being at kissing distance every time Laurent has to get dressed
  • Damen trying to lace on detachable sleeves (and screwing up 80% of the time)
  • Damen has to kneel to do laces down Laurent’s side because he is Too Big (and Laurent resting his elbow on Damen’s head)
  • BONUS: Damen learning how to tie a proper bow (because there is a trick to nice-looking bows! Otherwise they look like crap.)
Evermore: An Enjonine One-Shot

“They will come when we call!” came the cheers from Les Amis de L'ABC. The announcement of Lamarque’s death still played in Enjolras’s head. The leader of these schoolboys, although sadden by the loss of their great leader, used Lamarque’s death as a way to rally the French people to rebel against the King. One more day before the storm.

Enjolras noticed his friend Marius was still in awe about the woman he bumped into earlier. “Oh Enjolras! If you had been there tonight you might know how it feel to be struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight! Oh, have you been there tonight you might also have known about how your world may be changed by just one burst of light! How everything that was right seems wrong, and everything that’s wrong seems right!” Enjolras rolled his eyes. “Marius, we don’t have time for women! We don’t have time for love! What matters is what’s in front…” he stopped mid-sentence. There she was. Eponine. She made her way up the stairs, her head peering over the rail.

Enjolras had never been in love. He never understood what made his friends go into a state of euphoria when a woman was around. Women meant nothing to him. He just had no interest. All that mattered was the revolution.

When Eponine came into the cafe for the first time, he didn’t give her a second thought. She just hung around Marius, watching him with such care, such affection, such love. At rallies, she tagged along like a baby duckling following its mother. She asked Marius many questions about the cause, as if she had an interest. She probably didn’t. She was probably too engrossed in the attention Marius gave her. Women Enjolras scoffed.

As days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, Enjolras bean to get accustomed to her presence at the meetings. But for some reason, he began to feel strange. He would feel nauseous. His heart would race and beat hard, as if it was trying to escape his body. His palms began to sweat. He honestly felt like he was dying of a horrible disease. The thing was, he only felt like that when Eponine was around. What is this feeling? He was afraid to ask Joly, for fear of humiliation by his peers (Enjolras was never one to ask for help. All the Amis knew that). Eventually, he let the idea of his illness go. You have a revolution to run. No time for neurotics. It’s probably nothing.

The symptoms got worse the more he saw Eponine. At one point late at night while writing his speech, Enjolras noticed that instead of writing Patria like he always did, he wrote her name. Eponine. Why? Enjolras began to feel his heart beat at the beauty of the name that was etched on the paper. He scratched it out and continued his speech.

He would lay in his bed after a long meeting, but when he would closed his eyes, her face would appear. Damn! What’s wrong with me?

The more he saw her, whether in his dreams or in real life, he would try to fight what he felt. But he couldn’t.

The first time they spoke was before a meeting. Eponine walked up the stairs into the room where Enjolras was preparing.

She knocked on the wall.

“Monsieur Enjolras?” she asked.

Enjolras turned around to face her.

“May I help you?” he questioned.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but is Monsieur Marius here yet?”

Enjolras shook his head.

“May I wait here for him?”

“Be my guest.” Enjolras said as he went back to his work.

Eponine took a seat at one of the tables and waited, but it seemed that she was never the patient type, so she began walking around the cafe.

She finally made a stop at the table where Enjolras sat, taking the place across from him.

“May I help you, mademoiselle?” he asked without looking up.

“I liked your speech yesterday.” she told.

Enjolras’ ears perked up at those words.

“Just the way you use your words in almost a hypnotic fashion is quite…what’s the word…?”

“Amazing? Interesting? Phenomenal?…”

“THAT’S THE WORD!” Eponine exclaimed.

Enjolras looked at her a little funny.

“You really like my work?”

“Yes, yes I do! I mean I don’t agree with what you are fighting for, but I do like it!”

“I should’ve known. You women are all the same…”

“We are not! At least, I’m not like the women you are thinking of.”

“I can see that.” Enjolras teased.

Eponine crossed her arms over her chest.

“Are you married?”

“I choose not to be.” Enjolras responded.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Enjolras heart began to beat at the sound of those words.

“No. I don’t have time for it.”

Eponine scooted close to Enjolras, making him uncomfortable.

“So you’ve never held a woman’s hand, like this.”

She took his hand into hers, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.

“And look into her beautiful eyes and tell her how much she means to you?”

The two of them locked eyes, making a small bit of chemistry between the two. Eponine and

Enjolras sat in silence, almost admiring one another.

“Eponine?” came a voice that broke their silence.

Eponine wore a huge smile on her face at who she saw.

“Marius!”

Enjolras turned around and watched as she ran over to him.

“I hope she wasn’t bothering you, my friend!” Marius commented.

Enjolras, for some strange reason, felt anger towards Marius. Why? He didn’t do anything.

“No! Not at all.” Enjolras responded, trying to hide the growl in his voice.

“Well if you don’t mind, I’m dropping off some plans for tonight’s meeting. Courfeyrac is making some more pamphlets. I’m going to go pick them up.”

“I’ll come too!” Eponine exclaimed as she followed Marius to the stairs.

Before she left, she took one last look at Enjolras.

“You’re a very interesting man. Do you mind if we talk again?”

“Not at all. Come by anytime…just leave the love stuff out of it.”

Eponine giggled and disappeared.

What she didn’t see was the small grin forming on the revolutionary’s lips.

The two of them had many more talks together, which spanned beyond the conversation they first had. They spoke about books, history, words, politics, and of course the revolution. Enjolras never thought he would be this close to a woman, and he was very surprised at her interests especially coming from a beggar girl.

Eponine really made an impact on him one day in April. A crowd had gathered in front of the great General Lamarque’s house. Enjolras was speaking to his followers about the rights of the people, how the King must be overthrown. He usually didn’t have off days, but on this day he was losing his touch. Many of his followers were leaving, which made Enjolras panic. I can’t lose them! We need this revolution! In the middle of the crowd stood a face he recognized. Eponine’s. All at once, Enjolras felt a rush of adrenaline. His heart pounded in his chest. His mind cleared. Without realizing what he was saying, his words brought his people back, cheering. Enjolras never felt so alive than he felt now. When he finished, Enjolras searched for Eponine’s face in the mess of people. When he did, a burning sensation grew in the pit of his stomach. She was talking to Marius, and she was smiling. Was he jealous? Jealous of his friend for catching the eye of this woman to whom he did not have feelings for? Could I be in love? Eponine turned her head, brown eyes meeting his blue. No. Not love, but she is what I need. She is the symbol of the revolution.

From that point on, the face of Eponine fueled his fire. His speeches had drastically improved, and more people began to listen. When he wrote his speeches, he didn’t cross out Eponine’s name. Eponine was his Patria. At night, he saw her face in his dreams. If it was possible to smile in a dream, he wore the biggest one. She is my muse. She is my voice. She is my revolution.


He watched as Marius left with Eponine, no doubt going to go find Marius’ mystery girl. The burning sensation came back, but he pushed it away. Lamarque was dead. The revolution was falling into place.

Enjolras rallied his people. The revolution would take place at Lamarque’s funeral, which meant that they had only one day to prepare. The women began to sew flags and the men began to fashion bullets out of melted silver. The hum of revolutionary fervor flew all over the cafe. This what he had been dreaming of. This is what he worked so hard for. This is what Eponine helped me with.

Eponine. Just the thought of her name made him giddy. How can one woman make his dream come true? His heart beated hard, his adrenaline flowed through his body. Eponine. The revolution, suddenly, became a blur. Eponine.


It was about three in the morning when Enjolras finally decided to go home. It had been a long day and an exciting night, but he needed rest for the battle to come. As he gathered his materials, he heard the familiar footsteps walking up the stairs. Eponine.

She stood at the top of the stairwell, wet from the rain going on outside. Eponine looked like a painting, one that every artist everywhere would envy. She had the true aura of liberty.

“Is Marius here?” she asked weakly.

Enjolras shook his head.

“He left a few hours ago.”

Eponine nodded. “I’m sorry to bother you, monsieur. I’ll leave now.”

She disappeared down the stairs. Enjolras watched her leave, but for some reason didn’t want her to go. His heart began to beat again. For some reason he wanted to follow her, and for some reason he did.

“Eponine!” he called out to her in the quiet streets. She turned around, surprised at the sight of the revolutionary running towards her.

“Oui, monsieur?”

“The moment has finally arrived. The revolution will be upon us.”

Eponine looked at him with concern, something that Enjolras had never seen her do yet liked.

“So, you are going to join them?” she asked.

Enjolras nodded.

“I’m leading.”

“Will Marius be there?”

Marius. She’s going to fight with Marius.Enjolras felt that sensation in the pit of his stomach again, this time consuming his entire stomach.

“Oui.” he swallowed.

Before Eponine could leave, Enjolras grabbed her arm.

“I know what you are thinking. It’s not worth it. Risking your life for a man who will never return your affections.”

“Why do you care what happens to me? I’m a nobody!”

“No you are not! Eponine, you are somebody! Marius is a child. He is blind. I may have had this revolution taking up most of my time, but there was never a moment that I never saw you. Marius doesn’t know how lucky he is to have you to look out for him. He’s fighting for the wrong woman. He should be fighting for you, like I am…”

Eponine looked at him in a mixture of shock and puzzlement.

“Monsieur Enjolras…are…are you in love with me?”

Enjolras froze. Love? Was I in love with her the entire time? He thought back to all the times he saw her, how she was always on his mind. How he always felt stronger when she was around. How he truly understood what it meant to fight for a cause, because she was his cause. It was true. He was fighting for her.

“Is there any possible way that I could win your affections?” Enjolras asked with hesitation in his voice.

Eponine held his hand and looked at him in the eyes.

“Enjolras, your duty is to the revolution. Mine is to Marius. Mine will always be to Marius. I’m…I’m sorry.”

Enjolras’s chest began to hurt, as if he had been shot. He didn’t want to believe her words. He didn’t want to believe his heart. His heart, which was now breaking.

“Don’t be sorry. We have our duties, and we must fulfill them.” Enjolras choked.

Eponine nodded in agreement.

“Good luck on your revolution, monsieur Enjolras. I hope all goes well.”

As she began to walk away, Enjolras called to her.

“EPONINE!”

She turned around again.

Through the heartbreak he felt, through the sadness and woe, he told her something that he truly meant with all his heart.

“Stay away from the barricades.”

She stared at Enjolras for a few seconds more before leaving him alone.

Enjolras didn’t move. He just watched the woman he had fallen in love with hurry down the street.

I was the one who had it all. Enjolras realized.

I was the master of my fate

I never needed anybody in my life

I learned the truth too late

Eponine was still in his line of sight, her dress and hair flying as she ran. His chest now burned with heartbreak.

I’ll never shake away the pain

I close my eyes but she’s still there

I let her steal into my melancholy heart

It’s more than I can bear

Eponine’s form was disappearing into the night. He didn’t want to lose her. Without breaking his contact of her, Enjolras hurried back to the cafe.

Now I know she’ll never leave me

Even as she runs away

She will still torment me

Call me, hurt me

Move me, come what may

He climbed the very stair that she would climb, trying to see if he could still keep her in his sight.

Wasting in my lonely cafe

Waiting by an open door

I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in

And be with me for evermore

He managed to get to the cafe window and to his relief, Enjolras could still see her. He held his hand out of the window as if he could grabber her.

I rage against the trials of love

I curse the fading of the light

Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach

She’s never out of sight

Eponine was now as small as a speck, but Enjolras didn’t care. He could still see her. His love. His Patria. His revolution.

Now I know she’ll never leave me

Even as she fades from view

She will still inspire me

Be a part of everything I do

Wasting in my lonely cafe

Waiting by an open door

I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in

And as the long, long nights begin

I’ll think of all that might have been

Waiting here for evermore

In the distance, Eponine stopped and looked back. For the first time ever, she felt something she had never felt before. She felt loved.

Coffee Stains Pt.3

Ship: Feysand 
Type:College AU
Word Count: 2,366

Thank you so much to @moldy–voldy for being so patient with me! I’m really sorry this took longer than expected. Exams really took over my life and I broke my pinky promise to finish this in time for Halloween, and I take my pinky premises seriously so I’m sorry about that. And another thank you to @tintinnabulary@abbymendoza-14 @feysandbooks and @sparkleywonderful for your kind words of encourgaement! I hope you all enjoy! 

Parts 1&2 are here 




Feyre was dragged from her slumber by the persistent buzzing of her cell phone. Who the hell was calling her at 9:00am on a Sunday? She rolled over to her bedside table to see who could possibly be calling. Feyre was slightly less annoyed when she saw Mor’s name across the screen. Feyre picked up the phone and managed to choke out

“H-hello?”

“HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEN!!!” Mor squealed

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