always fashionably late

Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.


(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)


“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”

It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.

“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”

Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.

“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.

Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.

“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”

Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.


We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.

"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”

“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”

Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.

“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”

I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.

“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”

“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

Read (Jimin)

Badboy AU
6919 Words

Summary: Jimin promised that he’d take a bullet protecting her after asking her to be with him because of the lifestyle he chose to live. When she gets a series of threatening anonymous text messages, the reality of him taking that bullet becomes a scary possibility. 

She was too preoccupied with her menu to notice Jimin’s soft gaze on her. He had his chin rested against his hand accompanied with a wide smile plastered on his face. He lowered her menu in attempt to get her attention, “You look really good today.” Jimin complimented, his eyes turning into little crescent moons. She tried her best to seem unfazed by his words but her flushed cheeks letting Jimin know she felt otherwise, “You’ve said that like 35 times now Jimin.” She mumbled and he shrugged before leaning back on his chair, “That numbers only going to grow by the way.” Rolling her eyes, she playfully stuck out her tongue before going back to her menu.

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-Planning to be a barista.

-Waited a few years to enroll so he could be with his friends.

-Is rather reserved for the most part.

-Until he pulls an all nighter and he starts asking questions like “Do penguins have knees?”

-Lowkey the smartest out of everyone.

-Is very aware of Luhan’s crush but he pretends not to be.

-Totally planned on being a loner

-Until he met Xiumin (he swears it’s not a crush, just a high admiration.)


-Tries to act tough but he’s actually watched The Notebook & The Vow (He still cries)

-Gets pretty lonely sometimes

-Gets defensive when called ‘flower boy’

-Was really excited to attend college (Only Suho knows though)

-Has an obsession with space, he could probably tell you every star’s name

-Likes to hang out with Tao when he gets stressed.

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Jealous much ?

Word count: 1548

Request: Hey :) can you do an imagine where me and cam are best friends and i kiss nash then cam gets jealous

“Ow, That hurt” you rubbed your arm where a punch just landed moments before.

“You’ll live” Cameron chuckled at your response to his punch. This was the usual relationship you had with him. You’ve been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. 

“You’re right, what’s a minute worth of pain to a year worth of pain to your pride, since you just got beaten by a girl once again.” You smirked. You were both playing Mario cart at Cameron’s apartment since you were bored. And typically you always won. Cameron rolled his eyes at your comment as he pressed okay to continue to the next level.

“Hey guys, whatcha doing?” a voice said behind the couch.

 “Mario Kart” You replied not even looking up which was at least a response since Cameron just gave a grunt. You both were super competitive and in the zone and had no time to look up from the intense game that lay on the screen before you. It most likely was Nash who lived with Cameron or one of the other guys who came to visit every so often. They always stop by unannounced. 

“Alright, I play winner” The seat beside you sunk down a little by the weight of the person causing you to glance who it was. Nash. But the split second your attention was diverted caused Cameron to seize the opportunity and throw a shell at you. One you were unable to dodge since your attention was somewhere else. 

“Oh c’mon, Seriously, I was distracted” you groaned, seeing that you lost to Cameron.

 “All’s fair in love and war” Cameron said taking the remote from your hands and handing it over to Nash’s eager ones. 

“I don’t think that’s how that quote goes” You replied but Cameron just shrugged at your response leaving you with your arms crossed. You sunk down into the couch awaiting your turn to beat cameron.

“Hey the boys and I are having a bonfire at the beach tonight, you should come (Y/N)” Nash spoke over the game. Cameron gave him a glance but it was so quick you wondered if you imagined it.

 “I don’t know, parties aren’t my scene” You replied. They weren’t really. You’ve been to a few sure and had some fun but you didn’t really like the atmosphere. It was all about who was drunk and who was the prettiest and who can who hook up with.

“Lie, you enjoy them” Cameron called you out his eyes never leaving the game.

“Can i bring (Y/F/N)?”

“Sure, the more the merrier, Dang Cam” Nash groaned at his defeat, finally looking at you and handing over the remote. 




“We’re going” (Y/F/N) replied over the phone after you told her of the invite you had received from Nash.

“Why? It’s just a party”

“Yes and a golden opportunity to look good and meet hot guys” You let out a deep breath of air, there was no changing her mind once she had it set on something. And that something was the party tonight. 

“I’ll be over in a few” She stated.As soon as she hung up you heard a knock at your door. She probably was already on her way over as soon as you told her. As soon as you turned the handle she burst in the room chattering about hair, clothes and makeup. “..It’ll be perfect, should we wear bikinis under our outfits? or curl our hair? I’m thinking more natural so if we do swim we won’t look ridiculous.” She continued making it hard for you to catch everything she was saying. Before you knew it she had you sitting on your bed and was in a whirlwind of motions.

 “I forgot to ask what time it will be at…” You trailed off in between things being shoved in your face and clothes thrown your way. (Y/F/N) was a handful but she definitely made life a bit more interesting.

 “Um text Cameron, duh, that’s important” She replied, throwing another article of clothing your way.

YOU: Yo Cam, when’s the party tonight?CAMERON: Should be around 8ish, why?

YOU: because i’m going… ? duh

CAMERON: Right, i’ll see you there :)

“Its around 8ish” 

“Perfect” (Y/F/N) was finally deciding on her own outfit.




By the time 8 o’clock rolled around both you and (Y/F/N) looked great. (Y/F/N) pulled up to the parking lot by the beach where the music was already shaking the air. As you went to open the door to get out (Y/F/N)s hand whipped out to stop you. 

“What are you doing??” you questioned.

“Um hello you’re always supposed to be fashionably late, duh” She said in a tone like it was obvious.

“How late is fashionably late??”

“8 minutes”

“And how is that determined?”

“I don’t know i don’t make the rules?”

 “Who does”

“I don’t know, we just follow them” she threw her hands up in an exasperated sigh. You finally gave in and allowed her to make you wait until the clock reached 8:08pm. Then both the car’s doors opened as you both got out. The beach was amazingly wrote and the you could see some stars glitter through the LA smog. There were a bunch of teenagers already gifted with a red solo cup and dancing around the fire or lazily laying out. A few party goers were splashing around in the water. 

“(Y/N) you made it!” A familiar voice chuckled. By this point (Y/F/N) had already disappeared leaving you alone to face them. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you joked as you turned to face Nash. He handed you a red solo cup and you took a small sip. You didn’t mind alcohol but you didn’t always like the effects. Especially the ones that came when you became drunk.

“The stars are out tonight” He said pointing at the sky. You nodded your head in realization. Quickly an awkward silence filled the air like a blanket covering a child. 

“Well i’m going to go join the party, I’m sure Cam would want me to tell him i’m here” You said pointing off in the direction of the party. 

“Wait” He grabbed your arm as you were walking away and pulled you in close to him. Very close. Close enough that you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He looked you deep in the eyes and bent down to kiss you. His hand fell to the small of your back holding you against him. You were in complete shock. But soon found your mouth moving against his and your eyes closing. You finally pulled away for a breath of fresh air but your heart broke to see the sight behind Nash. Cameron quickly walked away down the beach. 

“Cam. Wait” you sighed out in exasperation.

“Just let him go” Nash tried to pull you back in but you had one thought in your head and that was Cameron. 

“Cam” You tried again. When you finally caught up to him you grabbed his arm to make him stop. But he wouldn’t turn to look at you. “Cameron Dallas” You said emphasizing his full name, something you never do. His eyes finally met yours. You could see they were filled with emotions, anger, sadness, regret.

 “How could you?” He stated dully.

“How could I what?”

“Kiss him” He replied angrily.

“Why is that such a big deal? Why are you even upset?” Yu questioned until realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jealous much” you teased.“I am not”

“Then why else would you be upset?”

“Because he throws girls away like laundry, he just wants to sleep with you. Im looking out for you, as a friend” He emphasized friend at the end. You knew him better than how he let on though.

“No if you were being an overprotective friend you would have confronted Nash, this time you walked away” You pointed out “Why are you jealous?” 

“Because I LIKE you” Silence filled the air. You could hear the party going on faintly in the background.You were rendered speechless. Your best friend for as long as you could remember just confessed his feelings for you. Out of every girl he could have. “Oh just forget it, go back to nash” He started to walk away again. Away from you. But before you could register what you were doing you pulled him to you. You could smell the cinnamon scent that he had and see the speckles of light in his eyes.

“I never wanted Nash” As soon as the words left your mouth Cameron bent down and kissed you. The kind of kiss that you see in the movies where the couple is holding on to each other s tight and the girl props her one foot up. When you finally pulled away a small blush appeared on you cheeks along with a little smile. “You know seeing you jealous is kind of a turn on” You smiled cheekily. 

“Stay away from Nash” His eyes looked at yours in a glare but you could see that playful smirk in them as he bent down to kiss you again.

Every Proper Alpha is Always Fashionably Late by SillyBlue

Summary: Alphas weren’t exactly known for their punctuality, but every morning at 7:45 Dean would come into Castiel’s place of work with a smile just for him. They clearly liked each other. It was just a shame that no matter how great Dean was, he didn’t seem to be able to overcome his proverbial alpha stalling tendencies when it came to asking Castiel out.

Comments: 7/10, maybe an 8. The plot is pretty cliched, but that’s not why it’s not a good fic, the writing is not very detailed and I didn’t really like it. I feel like everything happens too fast, not timeline wise but it feels very quick when reading the fic. There’s no anticipation and no waiting or pining, a blink and 16 weeks are gone.

tanseypaws  asked:

Hey!! I hope you're having an amazing day!! I was wondering if you could help me out. I've been looking for some professor!dean fics but I can't find any. Do you know any off the top of your head? Thanks so much!!

Oooh! Oh I love professor!Dean so much but I don’t actually know too many fics!!

I’m going to share three fics that I remember and then maybe other people can share their stories or fics they read so I can make a proper rec list! ♥

Butterbeer And Broomsticks by youaresunlight (6.7k, explicit)

Dean, Flying Instructor extraordinaire at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has fallen head over heels for Castiel Novak, the criminally gorgeous Herbology professor. It’s definitely the most hideous man crush to ever grace the hallowed castle, and for Merlin’s sake Dean hopes that he’ll be able to bloody do something about it one of these days.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean

Chili Peppers by justanothersong (12.7k)

Dr. Winchester hears an off hand comment from one of his students and find himself browsing a website dedicated to rating university professors. He’s not surprised by his rating – but is a little miffed to see the department chair has an even better one. Clearly, something needs to be done about this.

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University

This is part of a series, set in the same verse. (Series link)

Every Proper Alpha is Always Fashionably Late by SillyBlue (2.9k)

Alphas weren’t exactly known for their punctuality, but every morning at 7:45 Dean would come into Castiel’s place of work with a smile just for him. They clearly liked each other. It was just a shame that no matter how great Dean was, he didn’t seem to be able to overcome his proverbial alpha stalling tendencies when it came to asking Castiel out.

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics,

Omega Castiel, Alpha Dean Winchester

Please send me more professor!Dean fics to read and rec! ♥ 

(Note: I’m a bottom!Cas kind of person so it’s unlikely that I read & rec other things.)

anonymous asked:

[sarcastic] are J people even physically able of being late?

No. All Judgers were born with genes that will make them spontaneously combust the second they are late. That’s why they are so frantic and anxious about it. I don’t blame them.


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Don’t Run ~ Jack Maynard (Requested)

Request: Can I please have an imagine where Jack Maynard and the reader go to a party and Jack’s ex is there and she’s all over him, so the ready gets mad and leaves so Jack has to find her??

Word Count: 3,169

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, I could honestly write about Jack all day…I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated. 

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Growing up in St. Louis and being an American girl, this is “it”. I really feel like I’m living the American dream. - Karlie Kloss

anonymous asked:

IMAGINE: badboy!taeyong in like a high school au thing ? sjjsjdjjccj thanks!

  • lee taeyong the type to sit at the back of the class and fall asleep and then complain when he fails
  • like he would smoke and get in fights and talk shit to teachers in their face and always be fashionably late to parties
  • he’d have this reputation of having sex with all the people that caught his eye and he wouldn’t deny it 
  • but he’d actually be a virgin wanting to save himself for “the one" 
  • he wouldn’t tell anyone though 
  • that would ruin his “badboy image” 

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what is kim taehyung’s ideal type like?

what would kim taehyung’s lover really be like?

▴ Hermit

▴ Never comes out of room

▴ Videochats but you can never see their face because it’s dark

▴ Lots of internet friends

▴ Always wishes they had more

▴ Less than fashionably late

▴ Always eats too much then gets a tummy ache

▴ Can’t hold a conversation

▴ Unless it’s 4am then they can’t shut the fuck up

▴ Full of hate but only for specific people

▴ Always brings suitcase full of snacks to sleepovers

▴ Asks their mom for permission for everything

▴ Yet never follows the rules

▴ Looks intimidating

▴ But is afraid of everything

▴ Sleeps with blankets they’ve had since they were nine

▴ Social boners

▴ Accidental death jokes

▴ At the worst time

▴ Not angry just “disappointed”

▴ Too many black clothes

▴ But secret is fascinated with glitter

▴ Tries to keep games on their phone where you raise pets

▴ But it never really works

▴ Won’t eat anything without some type of sauce

▴ Worries about future 

▴ But refuses to think about it

▴ Weats mismatching clothes

▴ Doesn’t really give a shit

▴ Acciedntally overshares

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

anonymous asked:

I doubt anyone would ever show up at a meeting like that at 19.30 straight....everyone's always "fashionably late", then I assume we won't get the entire meeting...I assume 20.00 is a reasonable time to get the clip.

how are you so rational right now im peeling the skin off my face

Fluffmas Day 21- Meeting the Family

Prompt: 31 days of Fluffmas

Pairing:  Philip Hamilton x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1,118

Warning: None

A/N: Here’s yesterdays. It would’ve been out earlier but I got carried away(like I do with all my Philip fics) and it ended up really long. Whoops. I’m only slightly sorry.

 Fluffmas Day Eighteen || Fluffmas Day Nineteen || Fluffmas Day Twenty

You had been worried about Christmas Eve all month. You were invited to the Hamilton household to spend the day with your boyfriend’s family and you were nervous, to say the least. What if they all thought you were annoying? Or stupid? Or too talkative?

You didn’t stop voicing these worries until you were standing at his parent’s doorstep.

“I promise you, they’ll love you,” Philip said with a reassuring smile as he brought his fist to his parent’s door. You weren’t reassured at all.

Philip knocked and your nerves suddenly hit you like waves.  What if they didn’t think you weren’t good enough for Philip? What if they hated you? You clutched onto your boyfriend’s hand as tight as you could.

The door opened.

A man just a tick shorter than your boyfriend opened the door, long hair slicked back, a few strands of gray popping out against his otherwise chocolate hair. He was bright and happy as he stepped outside to hug Philip.

“Philip, my son! It’s so good to see you again.” He said, bringing the younger man into a tight hug. Philip laughed and wrapped his arms loosely around his dad’s shoulders.

“Pa, I just saw you at thanksgiving.”

The older man grinned and pulled away, diverting his gaze to you.

“You must be (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you,” he said, sticking his hand out towards you. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

You took his hand and shook it. “All good things, I hope,” you quipped, glancing up at Philip anxiously.

“Of course. Now come on in, make yourself at home.” He said, stepping aside to make room for you to pass through.

Philip turned and gave you a look that said “I told you so” as he lead you inside, but you weren’t placated. It was likely he was just being polite because you were a new guest in his home, not because he liked you. He only just met you, after all. And besides, even if he did, you still had six other family members to meet and get on the good side of.

You could hear laughter as you stepped through the foyer, and found the source of the gleeful noise as you entered the living room. A large number of people, all different ages, were spread out around a large Christmas tree, sharing jokes and stories.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Philip’s dad said as he followed you two in. All eyes turned to you two. All of them brightened happily.

“Are we late?"You asked Philip, glancing at the clock. Before he could respond, his dad answered for him.

"Only a little, but it’s alright. Philip always loved being fashionably late.”


“Philip!” A young girl, only a few years younger than you, stood from her seat beside who you assumed to be Philip’s mother and ran towards Philip. She hugged him tightly and looked up at you

“So you’re (Y/N). It’s so nice to meet my dorky brother’s partner. I’m Angelica.”

You laughed as Philip gave the girl a push, “Nice to meet you, Angelica.”

Philip placed his hand on your lower back and introduced you to his large family, pointing to each member as he did. You tried hard to remember all the names.

The evening went on quickly and you felt right at home with the Hamiltons. You found your worries melting away easily as you chatted with the family. Though, Philip’s mother was in the kitchen, finishing the nights dinner. You wished you could talk with her as well.

“Philip, Angelica, Can you two come help me, please?” the woman called from the kitchen sometime around five.

“Yes. ma.” They both said in unison, standing from their spots beside you to trudge into the kitchen. Their much younger siblings, William and Eliza, took their seats, grinning widely.

You continued your conversation with the family for a while longer, before you eyes spotted a few old looking books on the shelf under the coffee table.

“What are those?”

Everyone’s eyes followed your gaze. They all smiled when they realized what you were looking at.

“Scrapbooks. We keep one for all of the kids,” He told you, reaching under the table and picking one up. “Eliza, my wife’s, idea, but I do like the,.” He said, setting the book down in your lap. You couldn’t keep the smile down as you saw the name “Philip” written in curvy letters on the cover.

You opened it, listening to the creak of the spine as you pulled the cover back. You were greeted with a chubby Philip, only a few months old. He was giggling at something behind the camera.

Flipping through the pages, you watched your boyfriend grow up right before your eyes. Pictures of him over the years, little doodles of him and his parents, A Honor Roll certificates, a new one for every passing year. Philip’s dad shared stories with you about each little memento, his siblings joking or making comments every now and then. You didn’t stop until you reached a page of old and faded papers, laminated and stuck to the scrapbook. There were pages of them.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking up at Philip’s dad. He leaned over William slightly to see, then let out a chuckle.

“Philip used to write poems when he was younger. These were his first ones. he was about nine or so.”

“‘My name is Philip, I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it’?” You read aloud, stifling a giggle.

“They do get better, I promise.”

“Everyone, dinner’s ready!” Angelica called, interrupting your conversation You smiled and carefully closed the book, putting it back in it’s rightful spot before standing and making your way into the dining room.

It was eight by the time you and Philip were stepping back into your car for the drive home. You had an exceedingly great time with his family. His parents even gave you a present during gift exchange, which you definitely weren’t expecting. “For making our Philip happy,” they’d said. You didn’t know why you had been worried earlier that afternoon.

Philip seemed to read your mind as he twisted the key in the ignition and cranked up the heat.

“I told you they’d love you.”

“I know, I know. But you can’t really blame me for being worried about meeting them.”

“I was more worried they’d do something to embarrass me,” Philip said as he pulled out of the driveway and focused on the road. You grinned widely, remembering the baby pictures and poems Philip had written when he was younger.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that.”