all right enough of you guys asked for a

anonymous asked:

I work in a company that provides promotor services etc. I'm just going to say this. For the amount of money, or percentage these guys ask for, and taken the amount of lives they do a year, I'd say they earn enough for a very nice luxurious life. Kyo could have mitsu for all I care but it isn't necessary for him to have someone to pay for jackets. However I'm sure you guys know better then me.

Maybe he’s just in massive paralyzing debt instead. Maybe his car is being repossessed right now :(

→ nudes, not flowers (pt. 2)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre → smut, fuckboi!au

warnings  → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE 

word count   → 10.4k 

☆ summary   →  you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps

→  pt i | pt ii (final) 

☆ a/n   → okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! 
+ shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt @itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls
+ also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month  ♡

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Practice

Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO


Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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All Tied Up

Summary: Theo and (Y/N) have hated each other since the beginning of time and it doesn’t help that he’s with the pack now. Scott and Stiles’ have a bright idea to lock the two in a room together until they make up, but they never expected things to get so heated.

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word Count: About 2.1K

Warning: Handcuffs, orgasm denial, smut

A/N: Let’s all pretend Theo helped them defeat the Dread Doctors.

Credit to the creator of the gif!

Originally posted by training-wolves



“That’s enough!”, Scott yelled, “You two have been going at it for weeks and it’s starting to get annoying”

“It’s just starting?”, Stiles let out

Scott glared at his best friend before he could continue to chastise Theo and I. Ever since he tried to have Scott killed, I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury him. In the end, he did help us defeat the Dread Doctors, but that didn’t mean I’d just start trusting him.

“She started all of this. It’s not my fault!”, Theo yelled back

“Just like it wasn’t your fault Scott died!?”, I countered

“How many times do I have to apologize? I’m so-”

“Your apologies don’t mean shi-”

“Enough!”, Scott yelled again, his eyes beginning to glow. I knew better then to start yelling again, but this argument was far from over. No one should trust Theo.

“(Y/N) I know this is difficult for you to accept, but he’s a part of our pack now. And Theo, you need to give it time. I’m aware that you two have a history, but somehow you’ll work through it”, Scott reasoned

“That’s not even the reason why!”

“How about some time alone?”, Stiles suggested

Theo groaned, then shook his head, “No, not a good idea”

“You’re right! It’s a great idea”, Scott grins, “Meet me in my room”

I grimaced as Theo smiled politely and led the way. Once we reached his room, Theo plopped down on the bed and made himself at home.

“What?”, he sighed when I glared in his direction

Before I could tear him a new one, Scott and Stiles entered the bedroom with a familiar sac in Stiles’ hand.

“We’ve decided to go on the mission without you”, Scott finally says

“What?”, we yelled in unison

“We don’t need this many people for it anyway. Stiles and I can handle this”

“What if you need backup?”, Theo fired back

“We have a hellhound, banshee, and two betas. In case you forgot”, Stiles replied

“What makes you think we’ll stay put?”, I nearly yelled as Stiles walked closer to the door

He faced my direction as a giant grin spread across his face. Scott quickly grabbed my right wrist and handcuffed it to his headboard, then moved out the door. I frantically pulled my wrist to and fro trying to get out of it.

“Scott!”

“Whoa, calm down sweetheart. You might hurt yourself”, Theo said trying to get me to relax, “You know handcuffs won’t work on me. So I might as well leave”

As he began to stand, Stiles dumped the contents of the sac in a line front of the door.

Wolfsbane.

“I doubt you will be anytime soon”, Stiles replied, “Try not to break anything kids”

“Scott be reasonable!”

“I am being reasonable! We’re a team and we need to stick together. Whatever is going on between the two of you you need to work through it. We shouldn’t be gone too long. Don’t destroy my room either”, he said as he shut the door and left the house, effectively trapping Theo and I inside

“Sooooo…:”, I let out to break the silence

“Don’t”, he quickly said, “No small talk”

“Oh so I take it you’re in charge now?”

“Someone should be”, he mumbles

“Aww is someone still mad they aren’t the alpha?”, I smirked as Theo got off the bed to put some distance between us

“Will you quit bringing that up!?”, he shouted

“Why would I do that? You came along and pulled our pack apart piece by piece. Scott died, Lydia was stuck in Eichen House, you blackmailed Stiles-”

“Stop!”

Theo stood near the bed with his hands balled into fists, the rise and fall of his chest slightly increasing.

“And you took Hayden from Liam. All because you crave power! Was it really worth it Theo?”

“Be. Quiet”, he sneered

“It must have been worth while since you still ended up on the side of the good guys. Even though it doesn’t wipe away all the bad you’ve done”, I finished

Theo began to tremble as if he was going to break down right in front of me. His eyes flashed yellow and blood dripped from his clenched fist. I’m sure it hurts, but I really don’t care enough to say anything.

“You’re never going to trust me are you?”, he asked quietly

“Not in this lifetime”, I replied, “If you get these cuffs off me, I can break the seal and we’ll never speak of this again”

“No”, he was pacing back and forth, “We’re going to get through this like he said. I know this will take a while, but that’s a risk I’ll have to take”

He was either crazy or cared too much about what happened between us.

“You’re still angry”, he continued, “I know it’s my fault that you’re hurting. Believe me I want to make it up to you, if you’ll let me”

This was a side of Theo I didn’t get to see often. He felt bad for being an ass and wanted to be forgiven.

“No”, I said hesitantly, “You’ve said that before and it didn’t end so well”

He lowered his head and let out a frustrated groan.

“I didn’t know they would take you. If I had known I would have left a while ago”, he said softly

“The only reason you decided to help our pack was because they took me. What if they didn’t? Would you still have helped or let us suffer? You make terrible decisions and I’m always going to be the one to pay for them”

“The Dread Doctors used you to get to me. They thought if they got you out the way, I would be compliant, but it only made things worse. The thought of them harming you drove me crazy and I knew it was all my fault. I stopped at nothing to make sure you would be safe”

He hesitantly moved closer to me and sat on the bed.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you (Y/N). I thought I was doing the right thing until you were kidnapped. Out of all the crap that has been going on you’re the only thing that makes sense and I can’t lose you. That’s why I stayed”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Honestly, you shouldn’t. You have no reason to, but I want to work on us. Find a way to right my wrongs with everyone and that starts with you sweetheart”

He’s never been this forward with me. It was a start and I did miss spending time with him. The late nights. The kissing. God the kissing. It drives me crazy just thinking about it. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. He was lingering in front of me, eyeing my lips down to my neck and chest. His hands ran slowly up my arms up to my wrists. They ran across the handcuffs, but he didn’t take them off. Confusion spread across my face as he smiled.

Theo moved so he was sitting between my legs and unbuttoned my shirt. As he got closer, he ran the tip of his nose along my neck, I let out a moan. He kissed up my neck as his hand trailed down sliding into my leggings. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my mouth. The tip of his finger brushed across my clit and I pulled against the restraints. He smirked as he saw my reaction and began moving his finger in slow circles, but soon picked up the pace. My back arched from against the headboard. He positioned two fingers at my entrance and slowly pushed them in.

“(Y/N) you’re soaked”, he groaned as he finally started to pull out, then push them back in. His fingers went in farther until he found my spot. My legs shook uncontrollably as he continued to rub his fingers against it. Theo kissed me to silence my screams, but soon moved away to watch my reaction. I was getting closer and closer to the edge when he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

“Theo please”, I groaned

“Not yet sweetheart”, he smirked as he pulled off my leggings and threw my panties aside

He lowered himself between my legs and softly bit the insides of my thighs. He moved at a painstakingly slow pace as he teased me. Finally, he leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his tongue in circles on my clit. I wanted to keep myself from screaming too loud as I pulled the restraints once again.

“Theo”, I moaned as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked gently

His hand yanked my bra down and he rolled my nipple between my fingers. My core began to throb as my moans got louder, then he pulled away with a grin.

“You can’t get too loud, you might wake the neighbors”, he winked

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine once again. He pulled away and his pants and boxers were on the floor. He stroked himself as he stared into my eyes.

“I should have asked you before. Are you okay with this?”, he asked hesitantly

“Yes”, I gasped, “I want this. I want you”

“Thank God because this would have turned out so awkward”, he laughed

His laugh was infectious and I felt myself smiling at him once again.

He leaned over me once more, positioning himself between my legs. Theo pushed himself inside halfway and began to shake. He groaned at the feeling of me being wrapped around him before pushing himself in completely. It didn’t take long to adjust to his length.

He pulled back, then slowly pushed himself in again. His lips met mine once again. Everything he needed to say was in the kiss. The last thing I expected was to have Theo between my legs this evening.

My legs began to tremble. He may have been taking his time, but I could feel my release slowly building up. Just when I thought I reach an orgasm again, he pulled away.

“Are you trying to kill me?”, I gasped

When grinned at me I knew I was in trouble. He lifted one of my legs up, then slammed into me. I barely had enough time to adjust, let alone get a word out. As he continued his pace, I was far from able to form a coherent sentence.

He moved his hand to get a hold of my waist at an angle. As he began to hit my spot again, I let out another moan, barely able to control myself. By now I was screaming his name.

Theo leaned down to kiss my neck when I heard him growling softly in my ear. He couldn’t control himself either. I pushed my hips up to meet his pace and he growled even louder.

“(Y/N) I’m so close”, he groaned

The look on my face told it all. With my movements matching his torturous pace and his lips on my neck, I was pushed over the edge and Theo quickly followed suit. He collapsed on top of me trying to catch his breath.

Soon the cuffs were broken and we scrambled to put our clothes on once we heard the front door open. Theo and I smiled as we raced to put Scott’s bed back together. As soon as we finished, the door pushed open.

“We’re back”, Stiles called as he broke the seal

Scott hesitantly stepped into his room and looked around, “You took her cuffs off”

“Yeah. They weren’t needed…after a while”, Theo said, a knowing grin spreading across his room

Scott paused again, then breathed in. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on the both of us holding hands.

“Did you two…in my bed!?”

Stiles doubled over in laughter, “I never saw that coming”

“Scott, I never planned on this happening, but one thing led to another and…”, Theo stated

“Look in the bright side. We get along now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”, I said grinning from ear to ear

Scott opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he glared at the both of us.

“Babe”, Theo said as he squeezed my hand, “We should run”

With that being said he pulled me out of Scott’s room and run like hell with Scott chasing right behind us.

i regularly have flashbacks to watching the practice livestreams for the 2017 figure skating world championships on youtube because there was a live chat and let me just give you a rundown of what kinda mess that was

Men’s practice:

  • like 70% of the messages where along the lines of “WHEN IS YUZURU PRACTICING” 
  • to which like 10 people would respond GROUP 4 HE IS IN GROUP 4 GROUP 4 IS COMING ON IN LIKE AN HOUR PLEASE STOP ASKING
  • There was one particular guy who complained about how much he hated yuri on ice fans like once every 2 minutes. This was often unprompted
  • every time an asian man started practicing someone would comment something along the lines of WOW SUCH EROS
  • WHERE IS YUZU
  • Every time someone mentioned Nathan Chen like 5 Yuzuru fans would get PISSED and it was honestly terrifying
  • “i heard Nathan is doing 8 quads!!!” 
  • I asked what group Boyang was in and the chat exploded into people just responding “BOYANG!!!” for a solid 30 seconds
  • Someone asked if it was the grand prix final and the chat went absolutely nuts on that person
  • “WAS THAT A QUAD AXEL?” “No that was a fucking triple you FOOL” 
  • WHEN IS YUZU-KUN PRACTICING
  • I actually didn’t watch yuzuru practice i didn’t think i was mentally strong enough to witness the live chat when that happened
  • YUZU???

Women’s practice:

  • Significantly fewer viewers, a less chaotic chat, all around a more pleasant experience
  • The same guy who was complaining about yuri on ice fans was there. He complained about yuri on ice fans again. This time it was about once every 10 minutes and always unprompted
  • Someone MENTIONED yuzuru and the entire chat exploded with people saying PLEASE DON’T DO THIS RIGHT NOW
  • There was one person who kept on asking if anyone could do a double axel. No one ever responded
  • ISU is heteronormative discourse
  • “WHEN IS EVGENIA PRACTICING?”, the lesser-known sibling of the infamous WHERE IS YUZU
5

Sleight of Hand

They’re still staring each other down when the others shuffle into the room, a collective groan going up at the sight of them at each other’s throats once more.

“So,” Raven starts, conversational, “how do we think Clarke is going to murder Bellamy? Discuss.”

“Knife to the gut?” Miller muses, tapping a finger against his chin. “She’d want to draw it out.”

“She’ll push him off a high-rise.” Monty nods. “Messy, but satisfying.”

“I have it on good authority that she’ll disembowel him with nothing but a spoon and sheer willpower,” Clarke cuts in, dry, “but that’s just me.”

“You know, if you really wanted to get up close and personal with my body, all you had to do was ask.” Bellamy remarks, lips curling into a satisfied smirk when that pulls a scowl out of her.

Notorious criminal prodigy Bellamy Blake has been tasked with a seemingly impossible heist. Luckily enough, he just might have the right crew for it.

Read on AO3. 

Imagine Dean coaching your daughter’s soccer team.


Characters: Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: mild angst, super fluff, daddy! Dean (yes, it’s a warning because *swoon*)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic TEN. The line requested was “The whistle makes me their god.” It was requested by @pinknerdpanda​ . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I didn’t get to add in the smut that you requested because the story in my head just didn’t lend itself to it. Hope you aren’t too disappointed with the outcome. I personally had tears of joy in my eyes as I was editing it. I LOVE daddy! Dean. 

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move like you want | (m)

Originally posted by heavenly-minds

pairing: kim taehyung x reader
genre/warnings: smut, explicit descriptions of sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk
words: 7,960
summary: where you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one thing leads to another…

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mrriggerworld  asked:

Imagine Maggie as a softball coach, teaching kids how to throw, how to catch, pushing them to improve their skills, taking the team out for pizza after games, making sure that they remember winning's great, but not the most important thing, listening to problems when necessary, and basically being the coach you still talk about after you've grown up. All the kids insist on vetting Alex after she shows up at one of their practices, because they have to make sure she's awesome enough for Maggie.

It’s not like she’s swimming in free time, but she can’t resist the kids.

The kids with the big eyes and uncoordinated runs, who want to play softball but don’t want to be separated along gender lines from their friends; who don’t want to be chewed out by people three times their age for missing a catch; who want to be part of something, but don’t want to go through the ritualistic humiliation that is most organized sports to get it.

So every Saturday, without fail, her work phone is off. Her captain knows; her captain approves.

I think he might be… you know… in your community, he tells her out of the side of his mouth one day about his nine year old son, and she immediately takes the boy onto the team.

Every Saturday, she pulls her ponytail through the back of a beat up Brooklyn Dodgers cap, and trades in her boots for cleats, and slings two bags more than half her height over her back, full of bats and balls and mitts and caps and water bottles and other assorted treats for the horde of nine year olds who stream onto the field she’s reserved just for them in varying states of readiness, varying states of dress (sometimes in skirts, sometimes in older sibling’s baseball jerseys, once – memorably – in a rabbit onesie because it’s Purim, okay, and who says rabbits can’t play softball?), varying states of excitement to get away from their parents, their homes, their schools, for a few solid hours under the California sun.

The only thing she doesn’t accept on the field is giving up; but she does accept anxiety and she does accept tears, because whoever said there’s no crying in baseball clearly has never played softball with a band of misfit kids who spend so much of their time trying to be perfect that sometimes it takes a while for them to realize that on this field, with these kids, with this coach, they can revel in their uniqueness, in their imperfections.

She has a system worked out for their little bodies slipping into existential crises: the swing set nearby. She holds the crying kid, whoever it may be at the time, and she rocks them, and she wipes their tears and she gives them a bottle of water and some animal crackers, and she sends them with two friends – always two friends – off to the swing set for a few minutes, so they can swing the sad away.

She keeps on eye on the ball and the other on them, and they always sprint back with smiles and giggles, ready to keep going, ready to learn more, ready to be more.

So she teaches them to throw and she teaches them to hit; she teaches them to move their hips right along with the rest of their bodies, and most importantly, she teaches them to let go. To let go of what everyone’s ever told them about perfection, about winning, about success, about their self-worth. Because each of them are stardust, and doesn’t that sound cooler than defining themselves by winners and losers.

They run drills and they support each other when the ball trickles through someone’s feet and they eagerly shout me me me me me! when Maggie stands at home plate with a bat in one hand and a ball in the other, knees bent and ready to aim a hit at each of them in turn.

They play against the other local teams, and even though they don’t always win, they always shock the smug-looking parents and coaches of the other teams, and they always win over some new friends – with the more expensive uniforms and pressure to win constantly on their backs – because they always look like they’re having more fun, like they’re feeling more confident, than anyone else to ever step onto the field.

And the first time Alex Danvers steps onto the field, Maggie’s spare cap backwards on her head and a red bandana sticking out of her back pocket and a nervous but thrilled grin on her face, they decide that they need to interrogate this pretty new lady holding Maggie’s hand and helping her carry her bags.

Because Maggie’s never held another girl’s hand before in front of them before, and she’s certainly never let anyone carry her bags for her before.

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Alex. Alex, this is the squad.”

They all form a line, squinting up at her and trying their best to look intimidating, and Alex is forcibly reminded of that Sandlot movie Kara made her watch over and over when they were kids.

She glances at Maggie, who’s regarding them gravely, and she follows her girlfriend’s lead, biting down her amusement and contorting her face into seriousness as she squats down on her haunches to be more on their eye level.

“You all seem like you have something to say to me,” she says, doing her best to not address them like they’re nine, but rather, like they’re a threat to her physical safety.

A girl with Bantu knots and a serious set to her jaw steps forward and gestures at Alex with her red glove.

“Coach Maggie told us she was bringing someone special to meet us. Coach never brings anyone special to meet us.”

“Yeah, even though we’re pretty sure you’re not the first girl she’s dated. She’s pretty pretty!”

“Shhh Andy, let Chase talk, we all agreed!”

Maggie closes her eyes to keep from doubling over with laughter and Alex reminds herself that she can beat a polygraph test.

“So we just want to make sure you’re really special enough for her.”

“Because Coach Maggie’s the best!”

“She brings us for pizza after every game!”

“Even when we lose!”

“And she told off Janelle’s parents when they tried to tell her she couldn’t wear a tie or shop in the boy’s section!”

“Yeah, and look how fabulous I look now!”

“And she – ”

“Order on the field!”

Alex’s eyes open wide and wonders if in a decade or so, Chase would be interested in a job at the DEO.

“So,” Chase continues happily when silence falls immediately. “Tell us why you’re special enough for her. What are your intentions with the best coach ever to coach?”

Maggie bites her lip and stares down at Alex for a moment before squatting next to her.

“Guys, you’re like the inquisition, Alex doesn’t have to – ”

“No, no, Maggie, it’s fine. I love how much they love you.”

She looks squarely at Chase, then at each of the children in turn as she takes a deep breath and speaks.

“And you’re right: Maggie only deserves the most special things and the most special people. Because – and you guys all already know this – she is so, so special. And she’s special to me. The most special. I ask myself the same question every day, you know: am I special enough for her? And honestly? I don’t know. I don’t know if anyone can ever be special enough for Maggie Sawyer. Except maybe you guys, but that’s different. And as for my intentions?”

She turns to look at Maggie and puts a hand on her knee, and Maggie immediately puts her hand on hers to steady herself, because her heart is in her throat and her eyes are watering at Alex’s words.

“My intentions with the best coach ever to coach – the best girlfriend ever to girlfriend – are to try, ever day, to be special enough for her. To care for her – to love her – better than she’s ever been loved. Every day, every night, and every moment in between.

“Ally.” Maggie’s whisper is barely a breath, and it’s almost lost in the whisper-shouting conferring of intensely defensive nine year olds.

After a few long moments of staring into each other’s eyes, a few long moments during which the softball team confers with each other in the consensus-driven style Maggie taught them, Chase nods and clears her throat for Alex’s attention.

“Dr. Danvers, would you like to play ball with us today? We’re going to learn how to slide into second base, and we think it’d be great if you learned with us.”

Maggie beams and kisses Alex’s hand as Alex shakes Chase’s with her other one.

“It would be my distinct honor.”

fandoms-stoll-my-life  asked:

Can you do the RFA + V with an MC who CANNOT sleep in a house alone. Like she's paranoid about someone breaking in, watching her in her sleep, etc. So by the party she's sleep deprived and close to passing out.

Wow look at cat mom actually doing stuff!! Much productive such write!! Sorry for not being active lately due to some personal matters and overall crappy health, but I promise to try my best from now on.

Onto your request: Yikes I want to wrap this MC in a blanket and put her to sleep like omg who gives a damn about this party lol. Anyways, here you go, love! I ignored everything that happened in each party because that would’ve changed… well, your entire request, especially in certain routes. Just think of it as a neutral party? Taking Jaehee’s route as an example.

- Admin Cat Mom.

Yoosung

  • the moment is perfect and this baby boy is more than ready to become a Manly Man and give you that well-deserved kiss you both have been waiting for.
  • and he’s going for it, he wraps his arms around you and leans in for a kiss, but right before closing his eyes he notices how drained you look.
  • the bags under your eyes can be seen from space oh dear god.
  • of course the stupid kiss doesn’t matter anymore.
  • and he beats himself up for not noticing it before?
  • immediately starts interrogating you.
  • sweetie you’re not helping let poor MC at least process the questions.
  • instead of answering any of them, you mumble something unintelligible and hold tightly to his arms.
  • you got like two hours of sleep last night, your eyelids are heavy and your whole body feels like jelly so you’re thankful for the extra support.
  • but while your busy letting yourself go in his arms, he straight up freaks out because—are you passing out right now, MC?
  • oh god oH GOD PLEASE DON’T.
  • WHAT DOES A MAN HAVE TO DO HERE TO GET A CHAIR FOR HIS LADY
  • once he takes you somewhere quiet, gets you a chair, and makes certain you’re somewhat more stable, he squats down in front of you and holds your hand, stroking it softly as he listens to what’s been troubling you.
  • if only he would’ve known sooner…
  • “I’m so sorry you had to go through that by yourself, MC.”
  • you can see true anguish in every corner of his face.
  • after a brief discussion with the rest of RFA, he offers to take you home and promises to stay with you until you feel better.
  • and even though he doesn’t say this out loud, he would gladly, ahem, sleep right next to you if it’ll make you feel safe and sound.

Zen

  • this place is so crowded and noisy and holY SHIT you look like you’re dying, MC, what the hell happened?
  • he’s eavesdropping on you and it’s quite evident you’re trying your best to make conversation with guests but you’re so disconnected from everything, stuttering and fidgeting and spacing out.
  • so he approaches you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder to help you out a little and pull you back to earth.
  • and… you startle at his touch and screech, he screeches as well and backs up, everybody goes quiet, things get awkward, suddenly the concept of spontaneous combustion sounds nice and fitting.
  • in order to avoid making things worse, though, he smiles for the guests, suggests them to try the food and takes you somewhere less crowded.
  • it’s not really a pleasant talk because you feel so dizzy and you’re afraid he may start nagging you for not getting enough sleep.
  • yet not surprisingly enough, he gets mad at everyone but you.
  • he’s mad at seven and v for leaving you all alone in someone else’s apartment and refusing to reveal your location
  • what was the point of that anyway?
  • he’s also mad at himself for not being there for you.
  • and while he rattles on and on about RFA’s irresponsible and careless members, your legs start feeling heavy and your vision gets blurry.
  • whoops, there goes MC who is now all passed out on the floor.
  • OH SHIT.
  • nope nope nope he’s getting you out of there rIGHT NOW.
  • not a chance he’s letting you stay at the party, you need a good ol’ beauty sleep to recharge and get better.

Jaehee

  • she’s been in your position more times than she can count.
  • it’s pretty obvious she recognizes all the signs of a sleep deprived individual.
  • and she’s honestly the sweetest and most caring of them all?
  • like honey, you’ve done more than enough for this huge success of a party, you’re even trying to socialize and interact with guests while struggling to stand and walk.
  • everything’s been taken care of and the guys are handling the party just fine, you don’t need to worry and you’re going home right. now.
  • because having you wander around while close to passing out could do more harm than you leaving early.
  • when she mentions driving you somewhere nearby rika’s apartment so you can get some sleep, your face immediately drops.
  • oh…?
  • she’s quick to pick up your reaction and asks for an explanation.
  • after you provide her one, she deadpan nods and grabs you by the arm.
  • okay then it’s settled, she has no choice but to take you to her place.
  • when you both arrive, she puts you to bed and offers you a warm cup of tea to help you relax before heading out.
  • except she barely makes it two inches far from her bed because there’s something desperately pulling her sleeve.
  • she hesitates for a moment and urges you that you’re safe here, there are no bomb threats or possible intruders or hackers slash kidnappers waiting for the right time to take you away.
  • plus they’re expecting her at the party.
  • but… you’re persistent and you seem genuinely distressed thus she can’t just go on with her day knowing you’re feeling unsafe.
  • so she lies down next to you and lets you rest your head on her chest, and she promises to stay by your side until you wake up.
  • her heart is pounding like crazy and her cheeks are bright red, poor thing may explode at any given second but it’s okay it’s all good, it feels nice having you this close.
  • you soon fall asleep together and it’s the cutest thing.

Jumin

  • as soon as he arrives, he eagerly starts looking for you.
  • an alluring being among the crowd he simply cannot wait to meet, where can they be? you can tell how anxious he is just by looking at his left cuff.
  • he’s fidgeting with it nonstop.
  • he asks about your whereabouts to every RFA member and guest he encounters without any luck.
  • until he bumps into seven and pops out the same question yet again.
  • “there,” he answers while pointing at his back.
  • five seconds later you crash into him, both of you losing balance for a moment.
  • “are you drunk, MC?”
  • though harsh and quite direct, he tries to be discreet about it.
  • and in his defense, you do look a bit drunk and disoriented.
  • this isn’t how he imagined getting to meet you.
  • still, he’s a gentleman resolved to help you avoid embarrassment and discomfort, and instead of dwelling on the reasons behind your current state right there, he escorts you outside to have a talk.
  • what? what do you mean you’ve barely slept in the past two weeks?
  • he refrains from lecturing you because 1) you look like you could faint at any minute and 2) he doesn’t want to upset someone who’s already upset enough, it’d be no help.
  • “you should’ve called, why didn’t you? I would’ve kept you company.”
  • you know it’s serious when executive director jumin han is willing to sacrifice his sleep and tight schedule just to make sure you’re having a good night’s sleep.
  • but since “it’s no use crying over spilled milk” his words and he has zero fucks to give, he suggests fleeing from the party.
  • no worries he ends up calling jaehee to let her know you’re feeling unwell.
  • after getting into his car, you fall asleep on his shoulder.
  • he stays still and watches you sleep in silence, a cute, barely noticeable smile across his face.

Seven

  • oh noes.
  • he’s seen that “do i want death or am i already dead who the hell knows at this point” look you’re pulling off.
  • where, you may be wondering? oh, that’s right, in the fucking mirror every goddamn night for the past fifteen years of his life.
  • you look like a zombie wandering around the room, you’re bumping into people and making a mess your way.
  • you haven’t even realized there’s a wine stain on your pretty clothes.
  • YOU. NEED. HELP.
  • otherwise, he’s afraid you’ll pass out cold and the last thing you need right now is a concussion, so he comes up to you and greets you with one of his dumb jokes in order to lift your spirit.
  • it kinda works but you’re still looking… well, dead, and moody.
  • a moody zombie? yeah, that’s about it.
  • refusing to give up on you just yet, he grabs your hand and promises to stay by your side throughout the whole night so you can lean on him, literally, whenever you feel like you’re about to faint.
  • what was that? do you want to leave early instead? that’s cool too, jaehee will take care of everything don’t you worry, my brave soldier.
  • defender of justice seven zero seven’s got your back!!
  • you eventually leave the party together but you don’t go very far, instead, you lay down on a park nearby to contemplate the sky.
  • he’s telling you stories about the clouds idly passing by when he hears a sweet little snore.
  • it’s you!! you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, aw.
  • all the blood in his system gathers on his cheeks and he is now all red, you can’t tell his hair apart from his face.
  • and in order to keep you warm and well protected, he embraces you with both arms and kisses your head.
  • later on he falls asleep too because he’s just as sleep deprived as you.

V

  • surprise surprise! much to everyone’s expectations, lovely boy has decided to show up to the party!
  • and he’s so excited to meet you after hearing so many positive things about you and how you’ve put every ounce of energy into RFA’s party.
  • he needs to thank you properly!!
  • spotting you amidst the guests isn’t really hard as there’s a bunch of people gathered in the center of the room making commotion.
  • apparently, someone has fainted? he can hear yoosung screaming and asking people to make some room, zen is yelling something about CPR, and jaehee is rushing to the crowd while dialing what it seems to be 119.
  • what in the world…?
  • determined to do some damage control, he hurries to reach jaehee and tries to find out what the hell is going on.
  • “it appears MC has passed out and we don’t know the reason.”
  • no need to say more.
  • he kindly but firmly asks people to stay back so that you can get some air, and he also sends yoosung to get you a chair to sit on.
  • zen is in charge of bringing you a glass of water because boy needs to calm the eff down.
  • five minutes later he manages to sit you upright in a chair, away from the crowd and where you can get some fresh air.
  • six pairs of concerned eyes are piercing right through you while you try to regain consciousness, only one of them hidden behind sunglasses.
  • you may not see those eyes clearly, but they carry the most guilt out of all of them.
  • in his usual soft caring voice, he does an attempt to ask you what’s wrong, and as he gets the answer he was expecting, he frowns and strokes your hair.
  • “why didn’t you say anything? we could’ve helped you.”
  • were it not for the mess he’s sunken in thanks to rika, he would’ve gone to the apartment himself to make sure you were getting some sleep.
어때? (How’s this?): Ch.1


Discription:  "You mean to tell me…that your nerdy childhood friend is the same hot girl from the party!?“ At school, you’re known as the nerdy girl with a High IQ and the person Taehyung hates the most.  But outside, you’re known as the hottest girl who attends every party that she hears and the person who Taehyung has the biggest and first crush on her. What happens when Taehyung finds out about both of your sides and maybe wants to change his fuckboy reputation?

Genre: Fuckboy!Taehyung

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Not sure if it’s good? Tell me guys if you want more chapters of these :)

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Say Something

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words:   1345
Requested by Anonymous:  hi! can i request a jealous!dean x reader? one where the reader is oblivious at first but then realizes it and then starts doing it on purpose and dean finally admits his feelings maybe?? something where dean says she is “his girl” thank you, you’re wonderful 💕💕💕



         You were having fun. It had been a long time since you had been able to let loose and actually have a good time. But you were actually having fun dancing at the club you had found in town. The hunt you, Sam, and Dean had been on had been quick. The three of you had decided to stay for the night. And you had found a dance club. The club wasn’t the place Sam and Dean felt comfortable, so you had gone alone. But you had found a dance partner quickly. And you were having a great night.

           When you went to get a drink of water after dancing for a while, you checked your phone and saw Dean’s message; Hey. Just making sure you’re okay.

           You sent a quick text back; I’m great! Having a lot of fun dancing. You two should have joined me.

           You put your phone back in your pocket and went back to dancing, not planning to leave any time soon.

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Before It’s Too Late (part 1)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none…. yet.

A/N: I have a thing for friends turn to lovers so here’s another one :) Hope ya like. Also I got my first piece of hate guys!! Does that make me legit now? Do all the cool, awesome writers get hate??

“You doin’ okay?” Bucky questioned as he sat down on your bed, a bag of Cheetos in his hands.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” you nod, looking over your shoulder before looking back at the paper in front of you. With your head in your hands and your elbows resting on your desk, you sigh.

“Your brain is gonna pop if you continue to think hard like that.” the brunette spoke before munching on a Cheeto.

“I really have to get this done, Buck.” you let out another deep sigh while turning around to face him.

Bucky Barnes. The man you have been in love with since your junior year of high school and now that you’re a junior in college, that makes it about 5 years. 5 years. You had met him your freshman year of high school when you had a panic attack upon entering the high school campus, being overwhelmed by the new scenery and older kids - that you didn’t know - that were attending as well. He came up to you, calming you down and reassuring you that high school was going to be fine. It helped and the two of you found out that you had first period together. You’ve been inseparable since.

“Get what done?” he reclined back, shoes kicked off as he got comfortable.

“My creative writing professor wants us all to write a two to three paged paper on the time we felt the most pain in our lives. She wants us to really dig deep into it, put a lot of feeling in it but I’m blank. I can’t think of anything.” you explain while running your fingers through your messy hair.

“How much time do you have to write it?” Bucky questioned.

“Two days. She said she was giving us extra time so we wouldn’t feel rushed. She really wants us to get in depth about it.” you respond.

Bucky closes the bag of Cheetos and sits on the edge of your bed. “The most pain you’ve felt in your life… hmm..”

He looked up into the corner of your room as he tapped his chin. After a few seconds, you sigh. “I’ll just write about the time I fell off my roof and how my thigh got impaled by that broken glass.”

Bucky winced. “I remember that day. I tried grabbing you, ya know.”

“You didn’t even notice that I fell until I screamed.” you roll your eyes.

“I was trying to get your damn Christmas lights up, woman.” you chuckle, shaking your head as you tap your pen on the desk. “But you survived and you’ve got a killer scar too.”

“Shut up, you’re annoying.”

He smiles, flashing you his pearly whites and you turn around, back to your paper.

“Just write about that, I’m sure you’ll do great. You’re an amazing writer.” he spoke from behind you. Thank god your back was to him or else he would’ve seen you blush.

“Alright, alright. Stop being so nice, it’s gross.”


The two days were up and you turned in your paper before walking to your car with Clint who was also in your creative writing class.

“How do you think you did?” he asked, pulling a juice box out of his backpack.

“Uh… decent. I guess.” you shrug.

Clint turned his head to you and quirked an eyebrow. “Just decent?”

“Well it wasn’t my best work but I couldn’t think of anything else to write.” you tell him.

“What did you write about?”

“The time I fell off my roof and had my thigh impaled by broken glass.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “That was six years ago, Y/N. Stop bringing it up.”

“I had to go to the hospital!”

“You sound just like Vince Vaughn’s character from Couples Retreat when he keeps bringing up the fact that he got bit by shark when really, he cut himself while climbing up the latter to get on the boat.” he says, sipping from the juice box.

“But I got seriously injured. I had to go to the hospital so that they could get the shard of glass out of my thigh because it was way in there.”

“Whatever, Dave.” Clint calls you the name of the character and you burst out laughing.

Once it dies down, you look over at Clint. “I know my truth.” you say, causing Clint to laugh. “Alright, back to a serious note. What did you write about?”

“I wrote about the time my dog died.”

“What do- Scruffy?”

“Yep.”

“But you hated Scruffy.”

Clint let out a dramatic sigh as his left arm flopped to his side. “Yeah but he used to eat all my broccoli and now when I visit my parents I have to eat them.”

You chuckle. “You’re such a child.”

Before he could respond, you heard a deep voice shout your name, causing you to stop walking and turn around. Bucky ran over to you, cutting across the green grass as he held the straps of his backpack. He stopped in front of you, bent over and breathing heavily.

“What’s up, Naruto?” Clint smiled, causing the brunette to glare up at him.

Bucky stood up and pushed his hair away from his face. “I need your help.”

“With?”

“I have a date with a girl from my history of art class.” he smiled.

That was another thing. Whenever he had dates, you would help him get ready for it. It sucked, yeah but he never went on a second date with any of them. “She was insane,” he’d say, or, “she was already talking about marriage!”

Something was always wrong with the girls he went out on dates with which gave you hope. Maybe you had a chance? If you ever got the courage to confront him about your feelings.

Pfft, yeah right.

“Okay.” you nod.

“I’m telling ya, she’s the one.”

You scoff. “That’s what you say about all of them.”

“I know, I know but I have a good feeling about her. I can feel it in my bladder.” he replied and Clint laughed.

“Are you sure you just don’t have to go to the bathroom?”

Bucky gives him a harsh look. “Don’t you have go complain about how you don’t have a girlfriend, Barton?”

“Ooo, look at me like that again. I think I just got aroused.” Clint shimmied and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes before laughing.

“Alright, meet me at the apartment.” you say, digging your keys out of your pocket.

“Can you just take me? I rode my skateboard to campus today.” he turns around to show you his skateboard which was hanging out of his backpack.

You smile. “Sure, Bucky. Hop in.” he smiles back at you before shrugging his backpack off. You turn to Clint. “I’ll see you later.”

Clint leans in close, whispering; “You still haven’t told him that you’re in love with him?”

You pull away and slap his arm. “Clint! Shh!”

“Ow!” he rubs the spot. “Sorry, Nat told me you were gonna tell him soon!”

“Tell who, what soon?” Bucky asked from behind you, causing you to jump.

“Y/N was gonna tell Sam that he should stop wearing socks with sandals on dates because it’s unappealing.” Clint responds smoothly and you silently thank him.

Bucky chuckles. “Ew, I know right? I always tell him to put sneakers on or somethin’ but he never listens.”

Clint smiles, pursing his lips as he rocked back and forth on his feet. “Well I’m gonna go, Vision said he rearranged our snack cabinet and threw out old ones so now I need to see if he threw away my Twinkies.”

You nod, both you and Bucky saying goodbye before hopping in your car and driving off.


You pull up to your apartment building and park before getting out. You lived with Wanda and Nat both whom you met your freshman year of high school. Natasha punched a guy in the face for making fun of the dress you had worn to school and Wanda made you laugh when you came into class crying. You all have been so close since.

Bucky also lived in the same apartment building as the three of you. He lived with Steve and Sam. You also met them your freshman year. Bucky introduced you to them. Steve had been his childhood friend and he met Sam through Steve. Come to think of it, you met your other friends, Peggy, Tony, Clint, Bruce and Vision your freshman year too. All of you were such a tight bunch, like family.

You, Wanda and Nat decided to move into the apartment building right off campus in the beginning of your junior year and once you told Bucky about it, he convinced Steve and Sam to move into the apartment building with him. “I want to be close to you,” was his reason. Bucky was a clingy person.

They lived just down the hall from the three of you. There was a lot of apartments to fill considering most of the people who lived there were seniors and had graduated.

Peggy lived in the dorms with her two roommates Cynthia and Pepper. Tony lived in the dorms as well with Bruce and Clint bunked with Vision. They all wanted the college experience, living in dorms and all but both Tony and Bruce were thinking about moving into an apartment due to all the shit they own.

You get to the door and look over at Bucky. “Open it.”

“You have a key.”

“I don’t wanna get it out.”

“Well, neither do I.”

You almost buzzed your apartment before remembering that Natasha was with Bruce and Wanda was at softball practice. Your finger circles before landing on Bucky’s apartment number, buzzing it.

“Who is it?” Sam voice comes out of the speaker in a sing-song tune.

“Y/N, open up.”

“Why yes, of course.” There’s a buzzing sound and you pull the door open, the both of you walking in.

You ride the elevator up to your floor and walk into Bucky’s apartment, being greeted by Steve and Sam. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey guys,” you smile. “What’s crack-a-lackin’?”

Sam shrugs. “Nothing much. All I did was score a date with Cynthia!”

You rush up to him and take him by the shoulders. “You’re joking right?! Are you serious? Please tell me you’re being serious.”

Sam laughs. “I’m being serious.”

You thrust your fist in the air. “Finally!” you bream. “Now I can finally come here without hearing you talk on and on about how you’re gonna ask her out.”

“Hey!”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Bucky pulls you to him. “Leave her alone, she’s helping me get ready for a date.”

“Who’s the unlucky girl?” Sam questioned and Bucky shot him a look before relaxing.

“Kristen, from my history of art class.” he responds.

“No way! The girl you’ve introduced us to?” Steve exclaimed and Bucky nods with a smile playing at his lips.

“Hey! How come you’ve never introduced me to her?” you turn to Bucky.

“Wanted to make sure she was good enough to bring home to you. Wouldn’t want my best girl to meet some asshole now would I?” he grinned, draping his arm over your shoulders.

“But I met you.”

His smile drops as Sam and Steve burst out laughing. Bucky pouts and moves away from you. “When you’re done being a meanie, I’ll be in my room waiting.”

He turns and walks into his room, shutting his door behind him. You turn to Steve and Sam as their laughter dies down and Steve gives you a sad look.

“You okay?”

“Why would she be okay? The love of her life is going on a date with someone.” Sam responds in a whisper.

“ ‘The love of my life’? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t ya think?” you scoff.

“You love him, don’t you?”

“Yeah but-”

“Then I rest my case.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m gonna go. Peace out losers.” you say, throwing up the peace sign as you made your way to Bucky’s room.


A/N: I got some issuessssssss. So here’s the first part, I hope ya like. Tell me what ya think and if there’s any mistakes I’ll fix it when I wake up :)

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RIP To My Youth pt. 2

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: It’s the next day and despite the nerves, Y/N is ready to show off her new look to everyone at school. How will they react? With the Vixens tryouts right around the corner and unwelcomed run-ins with Jughead, support from other members of the scooby gang will be needed.

Warnings: Just a few swears it’s all good. 

Word Count: 4343 (Yeah I know it’s pretty long so yano, make yourself a cup of tea, sit down, get comfy and give it a read)



You know in those cliché teen movies where the protagonist walks through the halls of their high school and it’s all in slow motion with some kind of empowering music playing in the background and it’s just completely over dramatic? 

Well, that’s pretty much exactly what I felt like walking into school today, whether that was a good thing or not was an entirely different issue. I was turning heads, to say the least; I put so much effort into my appearance today that I kinda felt like if I didn’t achieve this response I would have completely failed. I tried my best to keep up a confident demeanour, and to my surprise, I was holding up rather well. I think that little pep talk I had with myself in the mirror this morning might have actually worked, hell yes.  

 My burgundy dress clung to my body as I glided down the hallway, ignoring the stares I was receiving a little further up I could see Archie, Ronnie and Kevin in a group by their lockers, they were deep in conversation and hadn’t spotted me yet. Unfortunately for me, in order to get to them, I was going to have to walk past the vast majority of the football team, who were all laughing about something in a group by their lockers.

 My heart sped up and I could feel my pulse quicken, I prayed they wouldn’t say anything as my usual encounters with them usually involved them teasing me in some petty juvenile way. 

As I passed them I held my breath and to my dismay but also surprisingly I was met with a symphony of cat calls, without thinking I turned my head to look at them, I made direct eye contact with the big man on campus himself Reggie Mantle, he just looked at me arms folded leaning against his locker and smirked. I was surprised because usually, he’d call me a freak or something uncreative like Wednesday Adams which Jughead and I had both been called numerous times throughout our years here.  I rolled my eyes rising above it and quickly made my way over to the three familiar faces by the lockers.

 “OH MY GOD” Veronica nearly yelled as she eyed me up and down when I stood next to her, “oh my god is right, YES why didn’t you tell us you were going all extreme makeover, that dress and your hair is literally giving me life right now” Kevin said with a look of amazement in his eyes. “Well, I thought I needed a little change,” I said laughing at the look on their faces. “You look amazing Y/N, I can’t get over this” Ronnie continued, she proceeded to literally poke me in the face, I looked at her as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing’, “sorry I just had to make sure this was real” a big smile was now painted across her face. “I think you broke Archie” Kevin motioned to the red headed boy whose mouth was wide open. Kevin’s words immediately brought Archie out of whatever strange trance he was in “H-hey Y/N, sorry it’s just really weird seeing you look so, so” Archie started “So hot!” Veronica finished. This made all of us laugh in unison.

“I was actually wondering if you two would come shopping with me this weekend, If I’m going to keep up this look I’m gonna need help from the experts” I motioned towards Kevin and Ronnie. “Of course! We will be your fashion fairy godparents, ready to give you all the style advice and direction you need” Veronica said looking at Kevin who nodded in approval of her statement.  

“Thank you guys so much” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Sorry Arch, I’d ask you too but I don’t think girly shopping trips are really your forte” I said looking at Archie.

 “Don’t worry no offence taken you’re right, but maybe I can meet you guys at Pop’s afterwards?” Archie replied. “But of course Archiekins, after a day of retail therapy Pop’s milkshakes are the only way to regain one’s strength” Veronica answered.

 “Oh my god I completely forgot to mention, Cheryl’s having a party at her house this Saturday too, apparently her parents are heading out of town to meet with a private investigator and she’s throwing a party to celebrate her mother giving her back the River Vixens and the new recruit she’s picking after school, so naturally I got the whole gang invited, Veronica Lodge does not disappoint” Ronnie said clapping her hands and grinning, this was met with the rest of us grinning excitedly and thanking her.

 However all I could now think of was that damn audition today, I’d almost forgotten about it, this news of a party being thrown practically in honour of the new recruit was enough to turn the butterflies in my stomach into grenades. The bell signalling the start of first period cut off this thought and brought me right back into reality. “Oh god, we’d better get going, see you guys in the student lounge at lunch break?” Kevin asked, we all agreed to meet there and went our separate ways.

 What class did I have first today? Shit, it was English. My stomach dropped and the grenades started exploding in a far fiercer manor. Jughead was in this class, what the hell was I going to do. Taking a deep breath I started walking rather slowly, in some last ditch effort to delay what was to come; however, in the back of my mind, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to escape the inevitable.  

 By the time I reached my class everyone was already inside and the teacher had begun talking, great if I wasn’t nervous enough to see Jughead I’d have to do the awkward “dash to my seat/ apologise for being late” stunt.

 I took a deep breath and quickly opened the door to the classroom, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Walking in I looked at the teacher who had a surprised look on her face, “ah sorry I’m late Mrs Jackson” I said, before I could scan the room for a seat, the teacher quickly added “oh I didn’t know we were getting a new student today, why isn’t there an office aid with you?”

 What the fuck, did she really think I was a new student; honestly I didn’t think I looked THAT different. Then again she was pretty damn old, needless to say, I was still rather embarrassed. I heard some muffled laughs coming from the students already seated, ignoring them I looked at my teacher, in hope of her getting a better look at my face “Uh Mrs Jackson, it’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in this class all year” I said trying to sound as polite as possible, the muffled laughter continued “oh so It is! I’m so sorry dear you look quite different today, please take a seat and try not to be late next time” I gave her a flat smile and turned to scan the room.

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Platonic

Requested by @actualmyautopsy

Baron Corbin x reader

(y/n) is just hanging out in a bar having a couple of drinks with friends and he’s there after a show etc. unwinding, she catches his eye and ends up playing pool.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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Surfer Boy (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Requested by anon: “can you do an imagine based on ethans tweet “@ethandolan: Haha gray just texted and was like yo my face is so red I just saw a cute girl what do I do” 😌”
Word Count: 1,337
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is cute :’) Thank you for requesting, my dear anon. Hope you like it. xx


“People have a weird tendency of not cleaning up after themselves.” Your friend, and also your boss, pointed out as she carried in four glasses behind the bar, placing them by the counter so she could wash them.

You laughed, watching her pull a face before returning to wring out a dishrag. Your friend had always been an impulsive one, so it didn’t even surprise you when she had come home one day, claiming that she bought the small tiki bar on the beach, not far from where you lived.

It had turned out to be a smashing hit, everybody buying their cool drinks and their occasional cocktail to clench their thirst. You being the good, bored friend you were, you had offered yourself to work behind the bar. It wasn’t all too bad, you got plenty of Vitamin D, got drinks for free and got to watch a lot of hot guys who went to catch a wave or sat by the bar, sipping on their drinks under the scorching L.A sun.

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Homecoming

Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind

Request: Charlie flirts with the sister reader and the boys get overprotective of the reader?

Pairing: Charlie x sister!reader

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: language

A/N: So much big brother Winchesters going on…


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protective soda - imagine

requested by anon (thank u for ur request - i hope ya like it!)
warnings: slight cussing

You had never seen someone make Soda light up like you did. He’d been so proud that you were his; there hadn’t been a single time where he was reluctant to show you off. He seemed to just love slipping a hand into one of the back pockets of your jeans or holding you close by your waist. Sometimes, all he wanted to do was take you out - he wanted people to know that you were his. After a year or so, it was pretty easy to say that everyone and their mother in Tulsa knew you were Soda’s girl.

So, Soda took you out one summer night – to the Nightly Double – knowing how you adored drive-ins. Humidity and heat hung in the air over the two of you inside’s Soda’s partly souped-up hooptie, which didn’t seem to really bother you; it was the middle of July. “Think we shoulda just went for ice cream?” he asked you, beaming, as a bead of sweat slid down his temple.

“That might’ve been a wise idea,” you agreed, pushing some away the hair sticking a bit to your face and neck. “How ‘bout we just wait it out? It might get cooler with the sun going down and all.”

“I don’t see why not. I mean, I have you right here, don’t I? A little sweat never hurt no one,” he responded with a shrug, unable to quit his gaze at you. “I’m sure it’ll be a ball! I’ll go get us somethin’ to drink or snack on. How ‘bout some coke?”

“God, that sounds great. I could use somethin’ cold to drink right about now, “ you said giggling a little, wiping some sweat off your forehead.

“Alright, then,” Soda said, reaching into his pocket for change before opening the door and climbing out the car. “I’ll be back in a second. Holler if you need me, okay?”

You nodded and watched him walk away and towards the concession stand, only to spot through the side-view mirror another figure - a harsher silhouette - make its way toward you. He was definitely a greaser, but you just couldn’t put a finger on him. For some odd reason, you had a feeling that even Soda wouldn’t be able to recognize him. Needless, to say, it wasn’t Soda’s friends or brothers and his towering stature made you uneasy. But all was well because you knew that this guy would pass this car by. 

Except he didn’t. He came right up to your door and propped his elbows on the bottom of your rolled-down window, peering into the car, right at you. He probably had seen Soda leave.

“Y/N, right?” he asked.

“What’s it to you?” you quickly responded with a sideways glance. Oddly enough, the guy started to laugh a little.

“Take it easy, pretty girl. I just wanted to know,” he said, carelessly shrugging. “Don’t you wanna get outta here? Sit in a real hotrod? Or does only Sodapop Curtis peel these offa you?” He tugged on your shirt, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Don’t you got anything better to do? Scram,” you said while you rolled your eyes, pulling yourself away from his tugging and further away from the window in general.

“But, tell me - what’s a girl like you doin’ with Sodapop Curtis anyhow? C’mon, baby, we all know he’s just a dog – probably sleepin’ around with bunches of girls. I mean, I’ll admit, I’m a dog, too, but I’m not one like him. Baby, how much you wanna bet he’s still screwin’ Sandy?”

You had to admit – that hurt quite a bit. You couldn’t hide that it’s always been a thought in the back of your mind.

“Ain’t that right? You’re not a dog like him; you’re a bitch,” you finally said, mustering up enough of the courage to make him leave.

“Oh, aren’t you a funny thin-“

But before he could finish his sentence, he seemed to be yoked backward by someone. By Soda. He had probably been eavesdropping for a bit before he sat the popcorn and cola on the roof of the car.

“If you do so much as even breathe her way again, so help me god, I’ll beat the living shit outta you, you hear me?” Soda spoke through gritted teeth, practically steaming at the sight of this guy. “Believe me, I know plenty who’d jump at the opportunity of punching your lights out. Darry bein’ one of ‘em.”

The stranger aggressively pulled himself away from Soda’s grip and glared at him and then at you. Without a word, walked away and Soda’s stare followed until he was nearly out of sight.

Soda grabbed the snacks he’d bought and climbed back into the driver’s side. He passed you your drink and looked at you intensely, almost angrily. “What’d he say to you? Was he dirty with you? ‘Cause I swear I’ll-“

“You’re not messin’ around with other girls are you?” you bluntly questioned, just aching to get the question out before you told yourself you shouldn’t.  

“Y/N, no! Is that what he told you? I love you, Y/N. You’re my girl – my only girl.” Your lips began to turn upwards into a small grin. Hearing him call you his had always made you smile. He brought a hand to your chin and tilted your head up a bit so that your lips would meet his own.

Moody Vampire (part 2)

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Jughead and reader develop a close friendship and reader joins blue and gold. The blue and gold editors are investigating leads on the Jason Blossom murder, and homecoming is around the corner.
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Over the next couple of months, Jughead and I hung out quite a lot, which led to me becoming close friends with Archie, Betty, and Veronica as well. They were all incredibly kind people, and I was thankful that I at least had a few friends in this new town. Veronica and I had even bonded over the fresh “new kid” labels we wore.
It was lunchtime, which meant I would be spending my time in the paper room working on an article for the blue and gold. After Jughead and Betty found out I like to write, they would subtly push me in to joining the paper with them. I gave in fairly quickly, writing was a passion of mine and it gave me something to work on.
As I walked down the lunch line to get something to eat, a boy walked in to the lunch room with a big poster and a teddy bear. I watched as he walked up to the girl and asked her to homecoming before she screamed “yes!” and hugged him. The lunch room cheered and clapped before settling down and getting back to their food. I smiled a bit, thinking about the upcoming dance. A small part of me hoped that maybe Jughead would ask me, even to go just as a friend.
I don’t get what the big deal is.” I jumped a bit and turned around to see Jughead standing beside me, his arms crossed and the corners of his lips tugged downwards in his infamous grim face.
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re Jughead.” Ronnie came strolling up behind him, Kevin and Betty following.
“Is that a comment I should take offense to?” Jughead looked down at her, an eyebrow raised.
“Probably, but you’re Jughead, so you won’t.” Ronnie shrugged her shoulders before engaging in a conversation with Kevin and Betty.
“I just don’t get it, why would you subject yourself to that kind of public embarrassment? It’s a dance, just ask the person privately if they would like to go with you. Why show off and spend tons of money on elaborate gifts and publicly display it with the chance of getting rejected?” Jughead shook his head before turning to the line to pile his tray. I sighed, the re-occurring dream I had been having of Jughead and I at homecoming blowing up in my face. I paid for my lunch and made my way to the office for the blue and gold, not waiting for Jughead and Betty.
When I got to the room, I set my lunch down beside me and grabbed my laptop from my bag, getting to work. Some interesting things had been discovered about Jason’s homicide, and I had talked to Sheriff Keller about some of it. Now I was working on the article, trying to piece my information together and make a decent article.
Jughead and Betty walked in to the room, setting their bags down. Jughead went to the board immediately and grabbed some chalk, writing down some facts and bits of evidence we gathered, trying to piece it together while Betty helped him. After a few minutes, Jughead and Betty split up, Betty sitting on the desk and grabbing a notepad, and Jughead taking a seat by me.
“You want this? I motioned towards my abandoned milk carton and pizza from the lunch room, not really as hungry as I thought I was. Jughead nodded silently and took the pizza, biting into it and opening his laptop.
I tried not to focus on homecoming as the days of the week flew by. It was just a stupid dance. It would be stupid to upset myself with something as ridiculous as Jughead not asking me. Soon enough, it was Friday, and the dance was tomorrow and I was sat at Pop’s with Veronica and Betty hollering at me because I didn’t have a dress.
“It’s just a dance guys. I’ll go in jeans and a T-shirt, or better yet, I’ll just stay home.” I argued, taking a sip of my tea.
“Y/n, even Jughead is going! You can’t stay home!” Betty motioned to the boy sitting next to me, an incredulous look on her face.
“I don’t even have a date, what’s the point?”
“Nope, not acceptable.” Veronica stood up, grabbing my sleeve and lifted me from the booth. Betty and Jughead followed as she walked out the door with my shirt in her fist, dragging me behind her.
“Where are we going?” Jughead called out to Veronica as him and Betty tried to catch up to the power-walking princess.
“My house, we’re getting this kid a dress, and we’re hauling her to homecoming.”
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I had tried on dress after dress from Veronica’s closet, everything being too tight, too short, not my taste. Jughead sat on Ronnie’s bed, typing away on his laptop.
“This just isn’t working Ronnie.” I sighed, going back in to her closet and changing out of the dress.
“Just chillax, I’ve got one more thing that might work.” Ronnie opened the closet door and handed me a purple dress before closing the door. The top part was halter style, with a long silk skirt. I tried it on and walked out, showing my friends.
“That’s it. That’s the one.” Ronnie clapped her hands together and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye.
“It’s homecoming, not my wedding day.”
“It’s really nice actually. Jughead, doesn’t she look nice?” Betty hit Jughead’s arm and he looked up, confused.
“What-oh.” Jughead’s eyes widened when he looked at me, making me blush.
“Y-yeah, you look…incredible.” Jughead complimented.
“Alright, I’m gonna go take this off now.” I pointed a thumb towards the closet door, blushing furiously

Later that night, when Jughead walked me home, I tried to bring up the dance.
“So, that dance is tomorrow… ” I trailed off, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I’m just going because Betty wants me to cover it with you guys for the paper.” Jughead looked down at his feet, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Oh, yeah, the paper.” Of course.
“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Jughead spoke again when we made it to my front door.
“Yeah, tomorrow.” I smiled. Jughead began to walk away and I froze at my door. Now was the time.
“Hey! Jughead!” I called out. Jughead turned around, looking at me expectantly.
“Maybe tomorrow we could…” I stopped. What was I doing? This was Jughead. He didn’t want a girlfriend, much less me as a girlfriend. If I asked him to homecoming it would ruin the strongest friendship I have in this town.
“Uhm, you know what? Nevermind. Goodnight Jug.” I stepped in to my house quickly and ran up the stairs. I hung up my dress and called it a night.
The next morning, Betty and I got ready together at my house, since she lived across the street from me. We danced along to some songs and had fun while we did each other’s makeup, and I tried not to think about how I chickened out last night.
“Hey, Betts?” I looked up at my friend as she applied blush to the apples of my cheeks.
“Yeah, y/n/n?” She met my gaze.
“Have you ever backed out of something last minute and regretted it?” Betty gave me a confused look before setting the brush down.
“Spill.” And I did. I told her all about my crush on Jughead, and how I wanted to ask him, and how I hoped maybe he would ask me, all while betty finished my makeup and sprayed my hair.
“I’m sorry y/n, Jughead’s just kinda clueless. Hopefully he will come around soon enough. You guys would be adorabl- “Betty was cut off by the sound of her phone and she answered it. A grin appeared on her face almost immediately.
“Yeah, we’ll be right down.” Betty ended the call and grabbed her purse, handing me mine and grabbing my wrist.
“What?” She pulled me out of my room excitedly.
“Archie and Veronica are here, and so is your date.” Betty hopped down the stairs with me trailing behind her and swung open my front door. There stood Jughead, a clear box with a corsage in one hand, and a sign in another, that said “Can this Moody Vampire be your date to the dance? “
I immediately laughed at our inside joke, unable to control the ends of my lips from tugging upwards as Jughead stood there in a full black suit, his grey beanie on his head.
“I know it’s kind of last minute, I probably should have asked you sooner, but..”
“You’re clueless sometimes.” I quickly glanced to Betty and she cupped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter silent.
“Yeah, I am.” Jughead chuckled, and I could see two fake vampire fangs sticking out.” I’m hoping I’m not too late?”
“Of course not.” I teased, walking up to him. Archie took the sign from him and I saw Jughead was wearing a purple tie to match my dress.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this.” I whispered to him.
“That may be true, but- “Jughead pulled the purple and white corsage from the box, tucking the plastic container under his arm and lifting my wrist to tie on the flower.” It made you smile, so it was worth it.”
I shook my head, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to meet my lips with his.

LA VLOG #2 - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Characters: YouTuber!Stiles, Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Reader.

Originally posted by loverxo1234

“So, Y/N. I’m thinking a challenge video, you know like what’s in my mouth or something.” Stiles says as he grabs the ketchup bottle from across the table.

You smirk, the wheels in your dirty little head spinning. “What’s in my mouth, huh?” You giggle and take a sip from your straw, Scott laughing. You even see Derek smile.

“Oh, come on! Not you too!” Stiles throws his hands up and you laugh. “I’ve been trying to get Scott to do it with me for months but he says it sounds too dirty.”

You shrug. “Sorry. It’s dirty. What about a mad libs challenge? Or maybe the headphones challenge?”

Stiles raises an eyebrow and nods. “Yeah, let’s do mad libs. I kinda want the whole dynamic to be fan based.”

You look up at him and cock your head.

“There’s no way to say this without sounding douchey, but I want it to kinda be like ‘look at this lucky fan who gets to be in my video.’ You know what I mean?”

Scott practically chokes on his burger. “That was incredibly douchey.”

You raise your hands. “No, no. I get it. I know you talked in your last vlog…I think it was the day in the life one, you said you wanted to get a fan in a video.”

Derek looks at Stiles with an annoyed look on his face. “You made the girl sad.” He mutters and you laugh.

“I’m not sad! I get it…and also I am not a girl. I am a woman.” You say, holding a finger up and straightening yourself out.

“How old are you again?” Derek crosses his arms.

You take a long sip from your straw before answering. “Seventeen…” You whisper and Scott laughs.

“It’s a reasonable age to say you’re a woman at.” You defend.

“Leave her alone.” Stiles joins in the laughter.

“Alright…are we going to film?” You lean back in your chair and Stiles nods.

“Back to the hotel room?” He asks and you all stand up.

Stiles leads you all back to the hotel, where you follow him up to his room. He waves Scott and Derek off and the two of you sit on the bed.

“So, how often do you invite fans up to your hotel room?” You ask and he chuckles.

“Oh, every day. But the pretty ones are a rarity.” He smirks and picks his phone up.

You feel a furious blush creeping up your cheeks. “So, when was the last time you had a cute fan in your room then?” You can’t actually believe you’re flirting. You can’t flirt with guys at home, much less Stiles Stilinski.

He looks like he’s thinking. “I’d say…maybe…right about now.” He smiles and the two of you meet eyes. “Do you hang out with nerdy YouTubers all the time?” He asks.

“Only the cute ones.” You respond with a smile.

“Fair enough.” He bites his lip and looks at you and you melt.

You’ve grown watching him, thinking he was the most adorable person you’d ever seen. When he did his lacrosse videos you’d just about fall apart from excitement. You remember when he went to tryouts freshman year, he made a video about it. You, although just a fan, can remember every major moment that’s happened to him. So to say this is a big moment for you is an understatement.

When you snap back to reality he seems to be examining your face. “What?” You look at him quizzically.

“Nothing, I just…I think you’re really pretty.” He smiles and tilts his head.

“Come on, Stiles..” You and you pull your legs to your chest.

“What?” He says defensively. “I really do think you’re pretty…where are you from?”

You’d hoped he wouldn’t ask but of course he did. “Actually…I go to a private school in Beacon Hills.”

His eyes widen. “Hey! Why didn’t you start with that?”

You shrug. “I think it would sound sorta weird, y'know? Saying that I’ve watched all your videos and I live in the same town as you.”

“It’s a big town. It’s not weird.” He smiles. “So does that mean I can see more of your pretty face?” He scoots closer to you.

“Only if it means I can see more of your handsome face.”

He leans in closer. “I think we can work something out.” You see his eyes flick from yours down to your lips.

You lick your lips, knowing he’s watching you.

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair!” He yells and you laugh.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom.” You smile and stand, rushing to the restroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, pulling your shirt down a bit to show some cleavage. You run your hands through your hair to give it more volume. This is definitely not how you thought your day would go.

You return and you sit beside him on the bed again, crossing your legs. “Sorry.” You smile at him and he shakes his head.

“You’re fine.” His eyes flick up from his phone and land on his cleavage. He says nothing but you can see his reaction. His eyes meet yours and he smirks. “Stop hinting and just kiss me already.” He pulls you into his lap and you straddle him, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him. His hands wrap around your waist as the two of you kiss. It wasn’t a sexually fueled kiss, it just felt like kissing your boyfriend. You both pull away and he pats his lap. “Stay here.” You smile, readjusting yourself.

“Morally, I shouldn’t kiss a girl I just met…hormonally I could take you right here, right now.” He smirks as your jaw drops. He leans in to your ear and whispers. “But I guess we don’t have time for that.” Goosebumps run up and down your arms as he pulls away. “Let’s film that video!” He says enthusiastically, as if nothing had just happened.