#i love you💞

[lottiecrabie]

dear lottiecrabie I think u r so so beautiful and such a sweetie pie ur writing always amazes me even ur blurbs which most ppl write 50 words for u make me feel like u have poured 491 days and ur whole soul into them 💕 at any given moment I am patiently waiting for a lottiecrabie update I get so happy when I see u updated but even when u don’t u r so sweety and funny and make me giggle 💕

dear anon i am BLUSHING SO FUCKING HARD. you are the most sweetie cupcake snooklum Ever ily💞 i love that you enjoy my writing and Also my personality and that i make you giggle with my little asks thank you💞 this is too precious i can’t stop smiling💞

[saywha413]

womp womp

[luvingshidou]

I like you because you're you. You're amazing, nice and funny. In fact, you're such a great person I can even recite you a poem, look:

Dating without hugs

Romeo without Juliet

I'm like this without you

Car without a road

Cheese without guava

I'm like this without you

Airplane without wings

Fire without embers

I'm like this without you

Football without the ball

Circus without a clown

I'm like this without you

'I'm dying to see you come

'I'm crazy to hold you in my hands

Lie in your embrace

Resume the piece

What's missing in my heart

I love you <3

FROM: Your secret admirer 📸

UGAHAHAHHQ SECRET ADMIRER YOU MAKE ME WANNA JUST WANNA SMOOCH YOUUUUU. Your kind words are some of the kindest if heard, yours and everyone else in gf fc🤧🤧🤧

Secret admirer, do you think im pretty??? flawed??? none??? just flawed??? just pretty??? flawed??? Well. Secret Admirer can I just say. I think your one of the most kindest souls out there.

I love you too <333💗💗💗

[userarmand]

I like how you withhold. It's alluring. It's practiced.

[jkvjimin]

you're my beginning and my end, that is all my meeting and my farewell

for @raplinenthusiasts 💚

[herewegobebe]

♡ ⋆₊⋆⁺⋆ Happy SHINee 16th Anniversary ⋆⁺⋆₊⋆ ♡

[gojoest]

gently cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing your lips softly — no tongue, just peck after peck — as you sit on the kitchen counter with your legs spread and his cock throbbing in and out of you rapidly, like he’s shushing you and telling you everything will be alright, soon

[cosmicdreamgrl]

the absolute cutest for @jkvjimin ❤️ [ cr : namuspromised ]

[luvingshidou]

what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯��𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc what happens if 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bachira passed the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ball to 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 isagi and scored 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 trick in 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc.

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 fc

yes dear?

lord

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[cordiallyfuturedwight]

hey google, show me kim seokjin (pink ver.)

for @kimtaegis ✿ cr. 0613data, namuspromised, google template by dayslily

[fuckassfag]

Need to stare longingly at a guy while he rambles and rambles and rambles about whatever is on his mind. Maybe even give him a kiss from how cute he is when talking.

[henrycangelbaby]

Before she can even react to his arrival, he throws himself at her, half perching himself in her lap; she giggles at him while he throws his arms around her tightly, burying her face in his chest while the flowers in his hands hit her gently on the back; he rocks them back and forward for a second before pulling back. 

Or

Fred Hechinger loves his wife and his babies more than anything.

Late nights aren't exactly a foreign concept in the Hechinger household. Back when he was young(er), he can recall the many nights he and Y/N spent lying awake into the early hours of the morning, staying up late more for novelty than anything. Now it feels like more of a necessity than anything. 

It's not every single night, but more often than not, the late hours of the evening after everyone else has gone to bed are the only times when he and Y/N can spend time (mostly) uninterrupted by small human beings. 

Family life had changed Fred, he liked to think that it was for the better. He could say with full certainty that starting a family with the love of his life was a change that was most certainly for the better; he knew that he was biased considering that she was his wife, but he would testify in court that she somehow managed to get more and more beautiful every single day. He thinks back fondly to when they were young, when he was merely a slightly awkward teenager and had fallen for the prettiest girl in the back of his English class. He had sworn that she was the most beautiful girl he could ever possibly lay his eyes on; now, as she sat next to him in the dim lighting of the living room, she seemed impossibly more beautiful. 

Two kids later and a third one on the way, everything seemed to be perfect. A beautiful wife, two lovely daughters, and a career that was finally going his way, things seemed to be going the way that he and Y/N would stay up late dreaming about. 

This night is another late night. He had been working all day and had missed his family terribly; he tried desperately to get home early, and most nights he did. Getting in during the afternoon so he could help with dinner and bedtime was one of the most scared parts of his days. He didn't make it home till dark tonight; the long day had tired him out and began to get on his nerves the longer that it went on. Of course, he had stayed polite, waving everyone off when it had finally ended, rushing to his car. 

He had a plan in his mind since he had found out he was to be staying late; he had texted Y/N apologizing many times over, but she had just brushed him off like the angel she was, assuring him that it was fine, texting with a few updates throughout the evening. The last text message featuring a photo of his youngest daughter curled up sleeping in her bed, her Christmas teddy (that she kept with her all year round after being gifted him a few Christmases ago). He stops briefly at the supermarket; he knew that Y/N didn't care, that she would never hold this against him, and any problem that they could have would be resolved. They had promised each other a long time ago that they would never keep secrets, any problems they ever had would always be talked about, and they could tell each other anything. 

The flowers sitting in his passenger seat make him feel a little better; he knew he didn't really need to, but in his eyes there is never a wrong time to get his wife flowers. 

He pushes through the front door quietly, well aware that too much noise would wake one if not both of his kids. He spots Y/N instantly, sitting on the couch with her eyebrows furrowed, looking down at something presumably puzzling on her phone. Before she can even react to his arrival, he throws himself at her, half perching himself in her lap; she giggles at him while he throws his arms around her tightly, burying her face in his chest while the flowers in his hands hit her gently on the back; he rocks them back and forward for a second before pulling back. 

“Hi, Freddy.” Y/N says, smiling up at him. 

“Hi, dove,” he responds, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. 

He pulls back after a second of lingering in the kiss. He plops himself down next to her, dramatically pulling the flowers out from behind his back and placing them in Y/N's lap. 

“for you,” he smiles cheerily. 

Y/N looks at them, her face dropping slightly. 

“Hey, you didn’t hav—“ she starts. He cuts her off before she can finish, placing his finger over her mouth and mockingly shaking his head at her. 

“I know, but I wanted to, okay?” Fred explains gently, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it home tonight; did it go okay?” He asks. 

Y/N shuffles closer to him, tucking her feet underneath her legs, allowing her husband to place his arm around her shoulder. 

“Yeah, it was mostly fine; Immy threw a fit about having to go to bed at the same time as Lucy.” 

Fred snorted at this; Imogen had taken to being an older sister enthusiastically until she realized that it would mean more than a few changes around the house. 

“but nothing completely out of the ordinary, I suppose,” she finishes.

Fred moved his hand down to her stomach, gently rubbing over it in what he hopes are somewhat soothing movements.  

“How are you? They've been giving you trouble today?” he asks, referring to the newest little one currently still being housed in his wife's stomach.  

They had left a gender a mystery for this one, but deep down Fred had been hoping for another little girl; of course, he would be happy with anything as long as they were happy and healthy, but he was already so severely outnumbered in his home, and it was the best thing to ever happen to him. What was one more? 

“I mean, my back is a little sore, but what is new?” Y/N jokes, going into her third pregnancy, back pain had become a way of life.  

“Did you eat enough?” Fred asked  

He knew it was patronizing that Y/N could take care of herself as well as their two children, but he worried; he couldn’t help it, especially when she had been very sick with her last pregnancy, feeling far too nauseous to eat much for the majority of her pregnancy. Everything had worked out fine in the end, and Fred had never eaten so many crackers in his life; the worrying had persisted (like it usually did) through her postpartum and onto the next one.  

“Sometimes I think that you will end up worrying yourself sick.” Y/N comments it's half serious. 

“Don’t worry about me, angel; I’m fine. I just want to make sure you’re fine.” Fred replied, smiling a little bit; all this talk of worrying was going to send them both to an early grave. 

“I ate a late breakfast, felt a little bad this morning, but it cleared pretty quick.” Y/N said truthfully, 

She had felt sick this morning, but it had gone away faster than expected. She wasn’t even trying to make her doting husband feel better. Fred cocked an eyebrow, smirking slightly as if he didn’t believe her. Y/N opened her mouth again to defend herself but was instead interrupted by Fred leaning down for another kiss.  

“That's good,” he said between a few quick kisses.  

They don’t make it much longer; midnight has passed, and Y/N’s yawns had become more and more frequent. Fred looked around the room, quickly spotting the dirty dishes and unpacked dishwasher. 

“Dove?” He asks, and she only hums in response, meeting his eye drowsily. “Go up to bed; yeah, I’ll pack the dishwasher and be up soon, okay?” He promises pulling them both up to stand,  

He knew that she would usually go to fight him on this, but she didn’t have the energy today, having spent all day looking after the girls while being multiple months pregnant, tiring her out fully. Y/N only nodded in agreement, placing a soft kiss on Fred’s neck before moving towards the stairs. 

The dishwasher took no time at all, and Fred was upstairs showering quietly before he knew it. His dove had passed out cold in their bed. She looked very beautiful even in sleep, clean and comfortable. He crept quietly to check on the girls. Anabel was asleep peacefully, Christmas plushie still clutched tightly in her grip. He leaned down, pushing her fringe back to kiss her forehead gently. He fought the urge to pick her up and pull her close to his chest; he didn’t want to wake her, but he had missed her so much, a kiss would suffice for now. 

He moved along to Lucy’s room, pushing the door open slowly, his eldest seemingly sleeping peacefully in her big girl bed. He did the same as he had done before, kissing her lightly on the forehead before moving to leave. He was about to push the door closed behind him when a small voice spoke out.

“Daddy?” He turned around at the sound of his “name” to see Lucy awake and now sitting up in her bed.  

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, turning back towards her, sitting down on the bed, allowing Lucy to snuggle into his side.  

“I missed you today,” she pouts up at him; she looks sweet, but she also breaks his heart. He hates the sentiment, hates that his family has to miss him while he’s off working; he loves his job but not the commitment.  

“I missed you too, baby, more than you know,” Fred promises, gently pulling Lucy impossibly close. 

He allows them to cuddle for a while; Lucy should most definitely be asleep, but he can’t resist having her close for a little longer. She babbles for a while, yapping about her day to her ever-loving father. Eventually she begins to tire herself out, yawning frequently and her eyes drooping more and more. Fred put her back now in the bed gently; she attempted to protest weakly, sweet “no daddy’s” falling from her lips, but it was all futile. She gave in to sleep easily, pulling her daddy's hand close to her chest much like she would with a plushie. Fred pried his hand out from her surprisingly firm grip, using it to brush over her forehead. 

“Love you, baby,” he whispered, pulling himself up and gently closing the door. 

The entire house was asleep as he crept into his own bed, his lovely wife already sleeping soundly, much like his girls. Pulling his wife under his arm, his hand resting over her swollen stomach. He soothed over a small kick that made him smile. 

“Goodnight, angel, love you endlessly,” he whispered to a sleeping Y/N.

Even if she wasn’t listening, it didn’t matter; he would say it anyway; it brought a warmth to his cheeks. This was his everything, the love of his life, his family, and they were perfect, so perfect, he would never love anything more.

a/n: yayaya! Ily Fred hechinger I need you so bad. This took so long to finish one. But it’s finally here! Idk if it kinda sucks or not but who cares because I’m having his baby!!!! Anyways much love! Talk to me in my inbox I miss u guys. #fredhechingergotmepregant??

[birtsby]

poe is NOT a morning person but he IS a pop girlie 💁🏼‍♀️

[kaisdarling]

before i read read tfota i expected jude to be this cold, conniving, calculating fmc. then i realized there was such a huge part of her character that’s left out way too often and it’s one of the many things about her character that i love so much. jude is SO vulnerable throughout her inner monologue. she’s the definition of “do it scared” this girl was constantly fearing for her life and that did not stop her from doing anything. her childhood was just taken from her, she never got to be “normal”. she’s just so full of love but has to preserve herself to survive, so much of what she does is for her family, she cares about them so much. and just wants what’s best for them and and and

[thyming]

Some foxies for you! 🌷

(From Pinterest)

[kelin-is-writing]

His smile is everything 🥹💙