and sorry that it ended up being that short

You Look Like You Need a Drink (M)

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Summary: After a bad week with the worst luck imaginable, you happen upon a local dive bar run by an attractive young bartender who livens up your evening.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,221

Warning: Bartender!Yoongi, tattooed!Yoongi, sexual harassment, sexual themes, power play, manners kink, alcohol use, profanity

A/N: I wrote this last year for my dear friend’s birthday and swore this fic would never see the light of day. I have since “remastered” it, so to speak, so I’m sharing it here. SURPRISE!

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my what a guy, gaston!

okay so i know i already did one of these for beauty and the beast (for fuck’s sake shana write about some new fairytales why are you like this) but i listened to sam tsui’s cover of a tale as old as time and OH BOY, OH MY HONEY OH MY DARLING

okay, so in the very early stages of the original beauty and the beast, gaston was an aristocrat. that eventually got scrapped, but oh what if it didn’t

so say gaston is the son of someone very high up in the royalty chain, someone who’s parents are important enough that he spends an awful lot of time at the castle? and our prince adam isn’t really down with this whole ~being a prince~ thing, he’s a brat, like so many other kids are brats (but these kids don’t get turned into beasts by random witches, like i’m sorry but i’ll never not think that beast didn’t get the short end of the stick there) and so he spends the least about of time possible parading about with a crown on his head. he likes going outside, like riding his horses and playing in the woods, and all sorts of other things that make his parents shake their heads and despair at the inability to have another child, because their son is a small disaster.

and here comes gaston, who’s older and more long suffering. gaston in naturally dramatic, okay, he likes being flashy and fun and loud, all the things the son of a noble shouldn’t be. so by the point he meets adam he’s listened to his parents, folded himself up nice and tight into this quiet boy who just doesn’t want any trouble. adam loves trouble. if he can’t find it, he invents it.

so he grabs onto gaston like glue, and gaston is irritated, but he’s the prince, he can’t say anything or his parents will kill him. so he lets adam keep dragging him out horseback riding and hunting and rock climbing and all sorts of things little noble boys aren’t supposed to do. they spare, and no matter that gaston is bigger and older he never wins, adam always ends up pinning him to the ground with his arm to his throat and he’d more irritated about it if the prince didn’t look so delighted every time he won. adam loves all the animals that he’s not interested in eating, and gaston tries to point out that it’s a little weird how thrilled adam is to take down a deer when two minute later he’s trying to entice a wolf to come closer so he can pet it, and also holy shit adam that’s a wolf what’s wrong with you

adam loves his staff, the people who do their best to reign in this little terror but don’t try that hard, because the thing about bratty kids is that they’re rarely brats all the time, as an adult you swing between wanting to strangle them and finding them so adorable and charming your chest hurts. so mrs. potts indulges him, likes the way he’s only ever really patient while he’s playing with her son chip when he’s snuck into the kitchen to beg her for some extra cookies. lumiere and cogsworth are his tutors and spend more time arguing with each other than teaching him, and he’s delighted by that.

and so adam is this loud, exuberant little prince who slowly but surely picks at gaston’s barrier until gaston almost feels like himself again, and adam doesn’t do what his parents did. adam doesn’t make fun of him for how much he cares about his hair, about how he hates dirt under his fingernails. as long as gaston keeps following him into dangerous situations, adam doesn’t care about much of anything, and gaston loves him for it.

and gaston’s on the cusp of teenagerhood when he realizes he loves adam, the prince, this is awful and he immediately has a panic attack over it, he’s to be lord and adam is to be king, it will never work, oh, and adam probably doesn’t like boys, and – oh my god, all those schoolyard taunts about him being gay we’re right this is a nightmare.

he’d freak out about this properly and probably go charging to the castle to confess his love in true embarrassing 12 year old fashion – except his parents set him down, pale, and say, “they’re gone, they’re all gone, the king and queen were found dead and the prince is gone and now a monster lives in the castle.” and of course gaston takes this to the most logical conclusion – a beast broke into the castle, killed the love of his young life, and now he’s claimed the castle for his own.

this is gaston’s defining moment okay, this is the point where he snaps and never goes back. he rebels against his parents, refuses to fit himself back into the mold of the perfect son, tries to live his life like adam would have wanted him to. that means being exactly who he is and damn the consequences. he focuses on his hair and his clothes and his looks, he pursues hunting because it reminds him of adam, because so much of their friendship took place in the woods, covered in mud and laughing. he pursues hunting because, one day, when he’s the very best he’s going to go the castle and kill the beast that killed adam. and his parents are furious about all of this and they disown him in favor of his young siblings and he just. doesn’t give a shit.

so he moves to the town, and everyone loves him, of course they love him. he’s loud and arrogant, but – he’s not cruel. he’s beautiful and brings in more pelts and meat than any other hunter and gaston doesn’t miss the days of being a young lordling in the slightest. but girls keep throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know how to keep refusing either outing himself or hurting their feelings, so he goes to belle. belle, who is every inch as pretty he is. belle, who is smart and quiet and kind in a reserved sort of way. if there’s anyone who won’t judge him, it’s her.

so he goes to her, and tells her the truth – that he only likes men, that he’s not interested in advertising the fact, and asks her to pretend to be his lady. and belle, kind sweet belle, agrees. she does it out of sense of duty to help those in need, because nothing she knows of gaston says she will enjoy this. but she’s proven wrong, because gaston was raised to be a lord of course he’s educated, just because he doesn’t really care about any of that stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t know it. and belle can speak with him like she can no other, because gaston has more formal education than anyone else in this village. and to their surprise, gaston and belle become friends, become the closest of friends, and gaston hasn’t known this closeness since adam, although it’s different because he loves belle but he’s not in love with belle.

and one day belle and her father are out traveling and sudden snowstorm forces them into the castle. belle knows there’s some sort of monster that supposedly lives there, but it’s either the castle for refuge or dying of cold outside, so into the castle they go. and instead of a hideous monster there’s adam, the beast. he’s rude and gruff and calls them twelve kinds of idiots for getting caught in a snowstorm in the first place. he offers them a room before sulking back into his study, watching the last petal threaten to the fall from the rose.

the castle is so excited to have guests, to have a young girl that may be their saving grace, and beast doesn’t know how to tell them that he likes girls well enough, but the only person he’s ever loved is a prickly, stuffy little boy who used to wring his hands together whenever they went looking for wolves. the storm doesn’t abate, and belle and her father stay. beast likes belle, likes how much she loves his library and the courteous way she speaks to all his staff even tho they’re all furniture, and he wishes he could love her, she is a woman that deserves to be loved. but he can’t.

back in the village, gaston has had it. the beast took adam from him, and he wont allow that thing to take belle. he rallies the villagers and goes marching to the castle, determined to save belle and her father, determined to kill the thing that killed adam.

so they storm the castle and he and the beast fight. belle and her father rush forward to stop the rest of the angry village men, and belle is screaming at gaston to stop, that things aren’t as they seem. but he’s mad with bloodlust, with revenge, and he’s about to take the beast’s head off with his axe when the beast lunges and pushes him to the ground, pinning him with an arm to his throat. and the muscle memory is so sudden and visceral that gaston freezes and stares at the snarling beast and whispers, “adam?”

and the beast blinks, and pulls back a little, and goes …… “gaston!?”

literally everyone is so confused, but they only get more confused when gaston throws himself at the beast and there’s a rush of magic as the last petal falls and the spell is broken. gaston sees beast for who he really is, loves him wholly and completely in the way only children can, and the curse is broken.

so gaston goes from having the beast in his arms to having a man, and he kisses him, outing himself in front of the whole village and not caring in the slightest. “i’ve missed you,” adam says, reaching out a hand to cup gaston’s cheek.

his staff are people again, and the cloud of darkness that had fallen over the castle is lifted. the old and irritable third cousin twice removed who’d been running the country is more than happy to hand it back over to adam, so happy in fact that he doesn’t question anything about this incredibly weird situation.

gaston and adam were children with a children’s love, but as adam gets his castle and kingdom up and running again, gaston is there. and their love deepens, and strengthens, and becomes something much more real and true than it ever was before. and gaston knows he can’t keep this, that adam will need to take a queen and gaston won’t be able to be with him after that.

except no one told adam that, because he goes to belle who just, never left the castle because she likes it and it likes her and her two favorite people are here. and also they’ll pry her from that library over her dead body. “hey,” adam says, “so, i’m kind of the king now.”

“i noticed,” belle answers, and doesn’t look up from her book.

adam considers closing it, but also considers that he likes his hands attached to his wrists. “want to get married? we’ll need to produce an heir or two, but beyond that you’ll get all the books you want and a whole country to boss around.” one of the things adam had quickly learned was that belle loved bossing people around.

belle doesn’t look up from her book. he hadn’t honestly expected her too. “okay. I’m dating plumette. im going to keep doing that.”

“nice,” he says, because plumette is a lot prettier now that she isn’t a feather duster.

so adam find gaston and tells him that he’s marrying belle, and gaston’s whole heart breaks but it makes sense, adam and belle make sense together, and he wishes he could make himself hate either of them but he can’t because he loves them both. but then adam is talking about how belle will have the rooms next to theirs, and gaston should probably stop paying rent for his house in the village, he lives in a literal palace, come on now.

and gaston figures out that adam is planning to stay with him, that belle is his wife and queen in name only and and gaston will continue to be the one in his heart and in his bed. adam is talking about how they all really need to sit down and do something about the redistribution of tax revenue, and they should probably do it before the wedding because otherwise their subjects will only show up to throw fruit at them. gaston cuts him off by pressing his king and love of his life against the wall and kissing him breathless.

cogsworth and lumiere walk by and pause mid-argument to wolf whistle at them before continuing on their way. gaston and adam end up having to hold each other up as they laugh so hard they can’t breath.

and everyone lives happily ever after.


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smh and sneezing

this is a weird thing to headcanon probably but i have a cold and i keep sneezing and that made me think about different types of sneezing

  • jack: has an adorable sneeze, the kind that makes every single person near him go “oh my god, that was so cute!”. nobody expects that high-pitched “cheww!” sound to come from jack, but it does.
  • bitty: the quietest sneeze. people often don’t even realize he was sneezing; just “why did you randomly cover your face for a moment”
  • shitty: his sneeze sounds strangely like “uh-BRAH!”. how??? it is a mystery
  • lardo: the loudest sneeze. she’s the kind of person who shouts when she sneezes, and gets annoyed looks from everyone in the library.
  • holster: always sneezes in threes, but there’s a longer time than usual between his sneezes, so he always gets “bless you”’s for every sneeze and it’s awkward.
  • ransom: always has really long buildup to his sneezes, often he thinks it was a false alarm, but then the sneeze comes with no warning. “[moments of silence while he stares up at the ceiling but nothing happens]….sorry, i thought i had to snee-CHOO”
  • nursey: somehow always manages to be taking a sip of something when he sneezes, causing his drink to squirt out of his nose. it’s awful.
  • dex: nobody has ever seen him sneeze, but rumor has it his sneezes are legendary. every now and then a clip of strange sound will circulate with someone claiming it is a Dex Sneeze, and usually ends up being exposed as a hoax. can dex even sneeze? are they real? i want to believe.
  • chowder: really shorts sneezes, but really many of them..his record is 15 in a row
  • tango: always has those really excessive buildups, like “uh-uh-uh-uuuuh-CHOO!”
  • whiskey: somehow remains straight faced through his entire sneeze. seriously, he doesn’t even close his eyes. it’s weird.
Part 3 of Lachesism! Lance

that’s right guys, there’s a part 3. I can’t believe how much support this has been getting, thank you guys! You’re all so nice ❤❤

You can read Part One here and Part Two here

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 “Why can’t you just let me feel useful for once?”

Lance fled the room, angrily wiping his face as he ran, searching for the comfort of his lion. He ignored the calls of his teammates, ignored the feelings of fear, regret and pity that radiated off of them. 

He ignored everything but the purrs of his lion.

Lance understood why Blue had let them in, she hadn’t wanted him to keep his powers a secret in the first place. Blue was just worried (understandably, he was learning how to make emotions into solid objects) and he could never angry at her for long. Once he reached his hangar, he locked it for good measure and changed the password for good measure, before finally taking a deep breath of air and staring at his lion.  

“Well that was certainly a shit show, right Blue?” Lance laughed breathlessly, a slight tremor in his voice. He began walking over to her, placing a hand on her paw once he reached her. “It didn’t exactly go how I thought it would.” Blue hummed her agreement in his mind, comforting his anxious thoughts. A slight smile graced his face before changing into a grimace.

“But…to be honest Blue, I never thought they’d be angry at me. I knew they’d be upset but that pissed,” Lance let out a sigh,”It was a little much.” Sensing her paladins discomfort, Blue opened her mouth and let Lance inside. He made his way through his lion slowly, gliding a hand across the wall as he walked. “It hurt, Blue. It hurt a lot. They looked so, so afraid of me.” He paused for a moment, his fingers slowly curling into a fist. He could still feel the emotions rolling off his teammates like waves, each beckoning him to take a dive into the abyss that was feelings.  “A-Am I scary Blue? …Am I monster?”

No, my paladin, you are no monster.

“Then what am I Blue? I’m not a hero, I’m not a Paladin of Voltron, and I’m not even sure I’m completely human at this point!” Lance cried out, sliding down against the wall. “T-These powers Blue, what do they mean?” He began to curl into himself, tears on the brink of falling out. He shoved the palms of his hands against his eyes, trying to stop the tears from overflowing. The negative emotions he usually kept on lockdown were drowning him, they were clawing up his throat and bubbling out as harsh sobs. “What am I?”

You are my paladin, the Blue lion spoke, her words wrapping around Lance’s mind like a blanket, protecting him from the negative emotions in him. You are precious, you are unique and you are wonderful. Blue tried to focus all the love she had for her paladin into her words, sending him as much warmth as she could.

Lance refused to believe her and Blue fought to keep that blanket around him, tightening its bounds around his mind. You are my paladin. 

“You deserve better than me Blue.” The coils grew tighter, dark matter beginning to form around Lance. You are my paladin. 

“Blue…” 

She could hear the shouts of her paladin’s teammates from within her hangar, each shouting for Lance. But her paladin needed rest, he needed these negative emotions gone from his mind so he could be happy. She would heal him. She would protect him. She would be there for her paladin like he was there for her. Sending a quick sorry to Black, Blue protected her paladin the best way she could. You are my cub. 

All Lance could see was black.


“Are you an idiot?! Who says that to the obviously emotionally unstable guy?” Pidge shouted, “Who gave you the right to speak to him that way? Tell me Keith, who?”

“That’s enough Pidge,” Shiro chided.

“Um excuse me? Keith just made a magical Lance who could do some crazy things have a mental breakdown and run off!” She yelled. 

“And I’m sorry about that! But what Lance did was wrong and he needed to know that!” Keith argued through clenched teeth. 

“And what you did was wrong as well! We could have that discussion when he wasn’t a fidgety, anxious mess! But nooo, Keith has to open his big fat mouth and ruin-”

“I said that’s enough Pidge,” Shiro interrupted, “Pidge is correct Keith, you shouldn’t have said that. But Lance also shouldn’t have done what he did, however that did not need to be discussed yet.” Keith looked away angrily, a frown set on his face.  

Shiro sighed, deciding to let him be for now,”Hunk, do you and Pidge want to go check on Lance? I need to talk to Allura about what just happened.” All he got was a nod in response before the two walked out of the room in silence, Pidge sending a glare on their way out. 

Once the room was empty Shiro sent one last glance at Keith,”You’re going to have to apologize for what happened.”

“I know.”

“Because it wasn’t right.”

“I know.”

“And you need to learn-”

“I know Shiro, god,” Keith growled.

“Fine, be that way, but I expect an apology for Lance when I return. You disappointed me today Keith, you’re better than this.” He left it at that before exiting the room, hearing Keith sigh on his way out. 

His entire head was going to be white by the end of today.


ahh sorry it’s a bit short guys! if i wrote anymore it would end up being 3k words :) , hope you liked it though!

Unpopular Hetalia Opinion: Violent RusAme

I know well RusAme is commonly known for Cold War, and often first things that come to mind when thinking about Cold War is hatred, sarcasm, and violence.

And that’s why it’s no wonder many RusAme canonverse fanfictions that’s based on history contains violence, ranging from verbal sarcasms to actual punching / shooting that’s very bloody and violent.

Seems reasonable. Cold War -> Hate and Rivalry ->  Violence. Easy to think.

But I just find it’s kind of exaggerating to “personify” Cold War as two men exchanging blows / bullets directly. Because direct combat between USA and USSR actually never officially happened. It’s more like lots of verbal threats and provoking other people to attack the other, but never directly make a move. Because making the first direct attack in the Cold War would make one of them (USA or USSR) as the “villain”.

And frankly speaking, USA and USSR were both superpower nations that were very cautious in their move, which explains why Cold War went on for decades without actually growed to the actual direct war between USA and USSR like Axis vs Allies in WW2.

True, there were few instances of indirect wars that made USA and USSR soldiers to oppose each other, but like I said before, it’s indirect as in they support opposing sides but not directly attack each other, like in Korean and Vietnam war. In other instances like Polar Bear Expedition, England tricked USA soldiers to make them end up facing Bolshevik’s soldiers which was not their original purpose being there, which made USA troops’ morale down and making it one of reasons that made the expedition failed. In short, yes they might be throwing few punches there but it’s all within indirect context like ‘you punched my friend so i’ll punch you’ or ‘sorry i was tricked by others to be here, i’m just defending myself here’ not just a mere shallow ‘you irritate me that’s why I punched you’.

So it just makes me think those over violent fighting portrayal between USA and USSR for Cold War in numerous hetalia fanworks are too exaggerating, since most of them were done in a mere shallow context of ‘you insulted me so i’ll punch you’. Lots of propaganda, threats, insults, yes. But actual direct punching / shooting until they’re badly bruised and bloody? I think that’s too unrealistic historically. Maybe a few punches here and there in the few indirect context I explained in previous paragraph but never directly.

Even in hetalia, Hima only draws Ivan and Alfred to be bickering and throwing insults / sarcasms at best, but never actually fighting by fists / guns.

They don’t even touch each other in those scenes. 

And before you drag these scenes to tell me I’m wrong that hima did portray them actually fighting:

I’m just gonna say, those are just AU and not the actual canonverse world, which doesn’t follow any historical facts at all.

Lastly, I understand that exaggeration sometimes is needed in writing fiction (even fiction that’s based on facts such as hetalia), to make the story spicier and more interesting. But still, it’s an exaggeration nonetheless and I just want that point to come across this part of fandom that loves portraying Cold War RusAme as an actual instinctive physical brawl fighting instead of intelligent calculating mind games like it actually was. 

Well, This is Awkward (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: hi, i’m completely obsessed with your writing! i had this idea and its super weird, (sorry) but if you’re cool with it, i was thinking of a reader insert where she invites him to stay the night and they both fall asleep on her bed and he wakes up with morning wood. super awkward and funny. you could throw in some fluff or smut, whatever you think works best.

A/N: SO A lot of you wanted smut with this one! I decided to do both fluff and smut. Enjoy this lovely short piece!

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Warnings: Jug gets a boner. Light Smut. Mostly Grinding/Dry humping. Oops Sorry for less sin than you asked for I’m lazy right now.

Well This is Awkward (Jughead x Reader Smut)

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Being Sam and Dean’s little sister would include...
  • A new definition to the term: overprotective.
  • Sibling banter.
  • Learning to drive in the Impala (With a lot of convincing on Sam’s part).
  • Weekly training sessions.
  • Dean holding back when you’re sparring.
  • Dean not holding back when you kick his ass.
  • Being a better shot than your brothers and them not wanting to talk about it. They deny it every time.
  • Sam always helping you with schoolwork.
  • Both of them having a cow when you don’t make curfew.
  • Research is your punishment.
  • Playing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who has to sleep on the crappy motel room couch (Usually Dean).
  • Being on the receiving end of Sam Winchester Bitch Stares.
  • Nerding out with Sam.
  • Trying to introduce more modern music to Dean.
  • Eye rolls from Dean. 
  • You and your brothers still using the “super secret” handshake that you made up as a kid.
  • “We’re just trying to protect you.”
  • Being left behind on hunts.
  • Following them anyway. After all, you are the better shot.
  • Saving their sorry asses.
  • Dean yelling at you for following them.
  • Stitching one another up.
  • Your fights always end in a hug because they just can’t fathom the thought of losing you.
  • Pet Names (Such as: Short-Stuff, Kiddo, Sweetheart, and Pain in the Ass)
  • Pretending to be asleep so they carry you.
  • “Jerk!” “Bitch!” “You’re both dicks. Now shut up!”
  • Brothers who are also your best friends.
  • Knowing that there are two people in the world who you can always trust and who would do absolutely anything for you.
  • You would do absolutely anything for them.
Paradise

[Y/N: your name]
[Y/C/N: your crush name]

[request: could u do one where we’re dating and we live really close so i sneak out to see him and we just cuddle and stuff? thank you! i really love ur other imagines btw !!]

The warm summer breeze floated through your open window, calming you as you laid on your bed. Midnight was nearing and you were growing restless, considering the fact that you had been home by yourself all day. Sure, you might have floated in the pool and started reading a few new books, but you could only relax for so long. The only thing you knew was that you were bored, and you really missed your boyfriend.

You and Y/C/N had only been dating for a little over a month, and as much as it scared you, you were quickly falling for him. In the short amount of time you had been together you found it hard to be away from him and he was always on your mind. But instead of being reasonable and giving yourself the distance you probably needed, you climbed out of bed, grabbed a pair of sneakers, and proceeded to walk downstairs to your front door.

Once you knew you had successfully gotten out of your house, you put on your shoes and began the 10 minute walk to Y/C/N’s house. You were thankful that he lived so close; you loved feeling the soft summer breeze in your hair and hearing the quietness of the neighborhood around you as you walked. You also couldn’t drive even if you wanted to, for your 17th birthday was still a few months away.

Getting lost in your thoughts, you soon found yourself standing in front of Y/C/N’s house. Rather than being a normal person and texting your boyfriend upon your arrival, you instead grabbed a small stone from the ground and threw it up towards his bedroom window (you may have missed the first few times but you got the hang of it eventually). Your heart fluttered when you noticed his blinds pull up, revealing the face of Y/C/N. He quickly opended his window, sticking his head out to look down at you.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You could see him squinting in the dark, and you wanted to slap yourself for immediately thinking about how cute he looked doing so.

“Surprise!” You said quietly, considering the fact that it was the middle of the night.

“Stay there, I’ll let you in.” Y/C/N quickly shut his window and pulled his blinds, disappearing from sight. You couldn’t help but think that he might be mad at you for showing up unannounced (and so late at night), and you began to regret your decision. A few moments later Y/C/N opened the front door to his house, immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. You couldn’t help but notice his lack of a shirt as he led you upstairs to his bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you walked here all by yourself.” He spoke after closing the door behind you. Y/C/N stared at you expectantly as you hesitated to answer.

“I may or may not have walked here by myself.”

He sighed, shaking his head before pulling you to his chest. “It’s too late for you to be walking around by yourself, you could’ve gotten hurt. You know I would’ve come to pick you up if you called me.”

Your heart swelled at the fact that he cared so much about your safety. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, resting your head on his bare shoulder. “I’m sorry, I was just bored and I couldn’t sleep and I missed you.”

Y/C/N chuckled, pulling away slightly so he could press his lips onto yours, a feeling you didn’t think you’d ever get used to. You kissed him back slowly, standing on your tippy-toes to reach his height. He hummed into the kiss before pulling away and smiling down at you.

“You’re crazy, but I missed you too.” You giggled softly as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face, “Now come on, let’s go to bed.” Y/C/N let go of your waist to walk across his room to his closet. You sat on his bed while you waited for him to find you something to wear, watching his muscles flex as he sifted through his clothes.

“Stop checking me out.” He joked, pulling out a large t-shirt of his for you to sleep in.
Your face flushed a dark shade of pink at his comment.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, playing with your fingers. The amount of times Y/C/N had caught you staring was more than embarrassing.

Y/C/N laughed, padding across his room to where you were sitting. He tilted your chin up to look at him, kissing you for a few moments before pulling away. “Don’t be sorry. Stare all you want, baby; I’m yours, remember?” Your face flushed even more as he teased you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you jokingly pushed him away.

“Shut up,” you whined, and Y/C/N continued to laugh as he left the room to give you privacy to change.

You opened the door when you were finished and Y/C/N’s eyes travelled over your body, fully aware that you were watching. “How am I going to keep my hands off you?” He muttered, fully intending for you to hear. You blushed (as usual) when he left a lingering kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his bed. Once you both got under the covers Y/C/N turned off the lights, submerging the room into darkness. Your heart thudded nervously but excitedly in your chest due to the fact that you had never been this intimate with Y/C/N before.

He laid flat on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him. You naturally draped one leg over his waist in order to lay comfortably on your side. His free hand fell to grip your bare thigh, and you sighed in content.

Y/C/N nudged your head with his in order to get your attention. You looked up from your spot on his chest only to be met with a pair of lips on your own. You hummed in surprise, reciprocating the kiss as butterflies danced in your stomach.

You quickly got lost in the taste of your boyfriend. You weren’t sure how long you were kissing him for, but you were sure that you never wanted this moment to end. With your body wrapped up in his and the feeling of his lips on yours,

This was paradise.

SORRY this is so short & also for being gone for so long:( but I’m excited to get back into the swing of things! thank you all for being patient & for 700 followers, it means the world :’)

Sleepless night (Shawn Mendes)

I loved writing this cosy imagine with Shawn x Sorry it’s short tho. Like realllyyy

Requests are open! 

Request:  Can you do one where it’s late and y/n can’t sleep and she’s really needy and all she wants is shawn to cuddle her but he’s trying to sleep and first he gets aggravated that she’s awake but ends up being very sweet? ❤️

Second part

Originally posted by iamjuliag

I felt cold at night, not only because of the fight I had with Shawn, but because his body was so close to mine but yet so far away. He wasn’t wrapping his arms around my waist like he always did. I was hoping to feel him move closer during my sleepless night but he snored gently on his side of the bed. Turning to the other side I faced our window. Where tiny droplets of rain raiced down. Looking at the window I again remembered our fight we had. Him yelling at me while holding his guitar. I accidently ripped one of the strings and he got really mad about it.  Squeezing my eyes together, attempting to hold back the tears, as I stayed cuddled under the blankets, trying not to wake Shawn. Part of me wished he would wake up and pull me closer to him while the other part was scared that he would be even more mad at me than before. I turn around facing Shawn. My eyes trailed up and down his sleeping angelic face. Quiet sigh leaving my mouth. His eyes flutter open making me quickly shut my eyes yet again. Long sigh escaping his mouth when his hand touched my wet face. I held my breath when Shawn rolled over to me, his hot breath tickling my neck. Muscles flexing when both of his arms instantly traveled around my waist locking around it. His lips leaving a small kiss on my neck then his head burying in it. “Shh” he whispered, his sleepy voice mixing with the sounds of rain. “I’ll help you sleep” quiet hum leaving his mouth making my eyelids heavier with each second as I fell asleep protected and loved in his arms.

BTS Reaction to their s/o having a hoarse voice when sick

request: Hi love can I request a bts reaction to their s/o being sick and having a hoarse voice (like a sexy and raspy voice) tysm and btw luv the blog!

A/N: I’m so sorry that it’s quite short, and shoutout to @idroppedthefries cause she helped me with this one :)

[requests are open]

-Kim Seokjin-

Jin really wouldn’t want his s/o to talk, and he would try to find a way to help soothe their throat.

“Here (y/n), I’ve made you some tea. Hopefully it will help”

Originally posted by gotbangboys

-Kim Namjoon-

Namjoon would probably go around teasing them, mocking how their voice sounds. But at the end of the day he probably wouldn’t like seeing them in that state. He would try to find ways to speed up their recovery time, because not being able to kiss them was the worst.

“Okay, okay. I’m done mocking you. Do you want me to buy some medicine so you can get better?”

Originally posted by rapnamu

-Min Yoongi-

Yoongi wouldn’t really care for the most part unless their throat was hurting like hell. Then that’s when he’d see what he could do.

“You’ll be fine (y/n). Does it really hurt? If so, I can go and find something for you.”

Originally posted by sugaglos

-Jung Hoseok-

Hoseok would laugh slightly at the sound of your voice. Yes it may be raspy and just a bit sexy, but he just loved the way you got all shy about talking. “I sound like a guy!” you’d cry out, making him laugh some more. He tries to get you to sing but doesn’t really succeed.

“Hey, maybe you should rap for cypher with that voice. I bet it would sound great.”

Originally posted by ttaegiis

-Park Jimin-

He would probably mess around and have his s/o do vocal exercises just to see if it would work and obviously it wouldn’t.

“Here try this.” “Did it work? Oh shoot did I make it worse?”

Originally posted by jikookdetails

-Kim Taehyung-

Even though he’s an out there person and he talks and does weird things, Taehyung wouldn’t want his s/o speaking at all. If they need something they better text, because if Tae hears them straining their voice… well who knows what would happen.

“(y/n) I don’t want you using your voice, just text me if anything.” “No! No talking. Text only.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

-Jeon Jungkook-

He would be like Yoongi and wouldn’t care unless they were in pain. In that case he would definitely take them to the doctor.

“Is it hurting? Let’s go to the doctor to check it out.”

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics with slytherin!harry. Preferably in the long range?

I have a few! I am very picky about my Slytherin!Harry, because I don’t like him to be OOC (sooo no Harry supporting Voldemort or anything like that) and I find that a lot of Slytherin!Harry fics make him into an entirely new character. I thought the following ones were very well done though!

Slytherin!Harry Recs

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?
My favorite Slytherin!Harry fic! It’s a canon re-write starting from book one, but enough things change that it stayed exciting throughout! Also Harry has a pet snake! And Snape becomes his mentor!! ALL THE GOOD THINGS!!! You should be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (114K)- Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?
kfhdsjrg3hi SOUL MARKS!!! c;mbxneiu EIGHTH YEAR!!! rewuy,obsk AMAZING AUTHOR!!! Harry is forced to move to Slytherin!!!! Need I say more? Seriously, this fic is amazing. Harry doesn’t act super Slytherin, but he has to live there, so it counts, right?!

Malfoy Flavor by Vorabiza (199K)- Harry’s ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.
Okay so this one might be a tiiiiiiiny bit ooc, but I LOVE VORABIZA’S STUFF and it’s so fun to read that in this case I don’t even care. Harry disguises himself as Dustin Snape (okay I know I also had to get over the fact that this is a horrible name) and “transfers” into Hogwarts and is a total badass and just READ IT.

Other People’s Choices by Lomonaaeren (82.5K so far)- AU. The Sorting Hat doesn’t just let the Sword go when it falls on Harry’s head in the Chamber, but also Sorts him again, this time into Slytherin. Harry is furious and terrified, and the adults aren’t helping much.
WIP. And I haven’t read it yet!!! But it looks amazing and Lomon is always amazing, so I am very excited for it to be finished. Also, if you are just looking for a Slytherin-esque (adult) Harry or Dark!Harry or Grey!Harry, she has written a ton of that in other completed fics!

Progressive Displacement by GatewayGirl (21K)- Harry didn’t mean the wish that way. From his point of view, it hadn’t even worked.
Another one I haven’t read! I just discovered it right this very moment while poking around to make this list, but it looks really good! I think Harry wakes up in several alternate realities, and he’s a different Slytherin!Harry each time. All I know for sure is that it starts with Harry taking Draco from Azkaban, and I love that <3

Cunning and Ambition by MinaAndChao (372K)- “The weak in courage is the strong in cunning” -William Blake. One small gesture and one simple sentence change lives, and through it, history. A Slytherin!Harry AU. Abandoned in the sixth book.
This series is a pretty straight-forward Slytherin!Harry re-write, and it stays pretty similar to canon. It was abandoned in Book Six.


Also someday (hopefully!!) you will be able to read my WIP, Test of Time! Harry and Draco both go back in time to just before first year, and Harry ends up being sorted Slytherin this time around. There will be Slytherin politics and Draco teaching Harry how to be more Slytherin (among many other things; this is just a side-plot), and it will diverge almost entirely from canon :D

anonymous asked:

I wanna see the headcannons

//Pride day Hc’s about the Squip Squad:

- Rich and Jeremy became really close after the whole squip thing so like, they made T-shirts that kind of match? The Bi Guys T-shirts.

- People think they’re dating and they’re like??? No we’re not????

- Brooke loves to collect things and keeps them for memories and stuff? Yeah she ends up with a bag just full of stuff.

- Jake ends up with so many new pins, you thought his jacket was jingly before? Well it’s really jingly now!

- Somebody said that Michael would probably make a good Drag Queen and homebody just thinks about that for the longest time.

- Chloe said that if he were to actually do it she’d love to do his make up and she’d love to be a drag king.

- For next year’s Pride Chloe and Michael are the best drag King/Queen’s at the pride nobody can stop them.

- Also! They made a float for pride and since they’re so extra they definitely make a float one year. Jake’s making it fly a bit up in the air, Jeremy’s working the heck out of those lights, Chloe turned into this beautiful lion Christine is sitting on top of Chloe singing in Freddie Mercury’s voice and Rich is doing a light show with his fire.

- Michael, Brooke and Jenna are their just dancing together having a blast it’s amazing everyone’s having fun.

- Michael liked to travel through people’s phones and leaves nice messages in them like ‘Have a nice pride!!’ ‘Good vibes!’ 'Hope you’re having a good time!!!’

- They’re all just having the best time ever and nothing can stop them.

- They’ve totally gone to Pride in cosplay, and regretted it because it was so hot.

- - At first Michael doesn’t want to go? But it’s not like 'OH I DONT WANT TO!’ It’s like… sounds cool but I just…. Want to stay home, it’s very loud and there’s a lot of people,,,, but they convince him to go anyways! And he ends up having a blast.

- Christine wanted to go since the beginning! She was so pumped for it! But with all the noise and screaming she got like,, sensory overload and Jenna goes out with her until she can calm down, she makes her these make-shift ear plug because!! She was having so much fun!!!! She doesn’t want to leave just yet!!!!! (Bobs burgers anyone?)

- They have to keep an eye on Christine because! There’s so many colors! And she’ll get distracted by the smallest things and sometimes they’ll keep walking and then all of a sudden be like ’????? Where’s Christine????’ And she’s just staring at this really pretty float with so many colors! God she loves colors!

- Jake and Jeremy are like one of the best dancers in the group so when it’s time to dance It’s About To Go Down.

- In pride people also love to show off their powers to people, and the squip squad love to see new powers and powers that are similar to theirs but it’s not like theirs and they learn new techniques! They learn so much at pride too.

- Jake probably accidentally hit somebody in the face while dancing because he got too into it.

- They Squip Squad end the day by going to somebody’s house and ordering pizza and they’ll all just end up in one big cuddle pile.

- Jenna’s also constantly recording everything, people think she’s a YouTuber vlogger or something and try to get into the video but really she just likes to relive happy moments so Hello random stranger! You’re now forever in my video!

- Since Christine has photographic memory she knows how frequents there constantly.

- “Oh hey you’re that one person who dressed up as Ursula and ended up accidentally choking on confetti!!”

- “?? Yeah?? Hello!”

- These are just a few but long story short they have a blast at Pride

paul lahote | imprinting [2]

paul lahote. 1186 words.

previous part.

a/n: sorry that this is so late, guys! school is a bummer and there isn’t enough time in the day to write. but i hope you enjoy this


When Quil had invited you to hang with him down at the beach, you almost died of shame remembering the events of a few nights prior. The res party had been a complete disaster. Not only had a possessive stranger hit on you but juvenile delinquent Paul Lahote had jumped in to rescue you for a reason that was completely unknown to you. The way he’d acted, you would have thought he was jealous, but that couldn’t have been the case. He’d never said a word to you before – never even looked at you before – so whatever it was had to have been personal between him and that boy. That was the only explanation you could come up with.


“It’ll be just the two of us,” Quil promised. “Come on, (Y/N), we haven’t hung out since—” But he’d stopped himself short. He wasn’t allowed to mention the party, not when you still burned with shame every time you thought about it.


“Fine,” you agreed. “But only for a few hours. I have homework to do.”


And so you found yourself walking along the shore with Quil, hands stuffed in the pockets of your jacket. It was particularly cold that day, even more so than usual. You could feel yourself starting to regret going out, but Quil was chattering so happily to you about a new movie he’d seen with Embry that you decided it was worth it. It didn’t take much to make your best friend happy.


“Also, you want to know something funny?” he asked. “Embry said that Paul Lahote was asking about you.”


You stopped short. You could barely hear the waves rolling onto the shore with how hard you were breathing. If you’d been cold before, it was nothing compared to the ice that seemed to be spreading through your veins.


“He did what?”


Quil snickered. “Well, I know you said I can’t mention the party, but apparently he’s been going around asking people if they knew you. And you can imagine how freaked Embry got when big bad Paul Lahote came up to him after class and questioned him, too.”


Your knees turned to jelly and you were forced to take a seat on a large log of driftwood to keep yourself from falling. Your voice was barely above a whisper. “And what did Embry say?”


“He told him the two of you really didn’t hang out – which is true and Embry is kind of salty about it because he thinks you don’t like him, and I told him that’s bullshit and that you like everyone but he actually thinks you have something against—”


“Not important, Quil!”


Quil grinned. “Right. Sorry. Anyway, I’m pretty sure Paul’s got the hots for you, which is cool but he’s kind of weird. The whole bunch of them are.” His grin faded as he stared behind your shoulder, eventually turning into a full-blown grimace. You glanced back in confusion and paled.


“Speak of the devil,” you muttered.


On the other side of the beach was Sam’s gang. Paul was talking animatedly to Jared and Sam, but then his eyes met yours and he froze in his tracks. He the same look on that he did at the party, like he was in a trance that he couldn’t snap out of on his own. Jared elbowed him and jerked his head in your direction, mouthing something you couldn’t make out.


Paul started running towards you.


Quil tensed like he was getting ready for a fight, but something in your gut told you he could never take Paul. Not like he needed to anyway. Paul wasn’t going to hurt you. He wouldn’t go through the trouble of saving you from the overly flirtatious stranger at the party if he was going to do even more damage.


“(Y/N),” he said when he reached you. A shiver ran down your spine at the way he said your name. “Can I talk to you?”


Quil gave you a pointed look, silently urging you to refuse, but you were far too curious to listen. Your fear of him and his gang was replaced by a foolish eagerness; everything about Paul drew you in.


“Sure,” you replied. “Walk with me.”


You left Quil behind and set off with the tattooed boy. Neither of you spoke for a good few minutes, letting the tension around you grow thicker. What was his deal? Were all boys this confusing?


“Listen, I’m sorry about the party,” he blurted. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that.” But by his tone, you could tell he really didn’t mean it. It didn’t seem in his nature to be sorry.


“Do you have beef with that dude?” you asked. “What’d he do to you?”


Paul stuck his hands in the pockets of his cutoff shorts, the muscles in his abdomen hardening. He was gorgeous, that much was certain. Just being around him made it hard for you to think. You knew you were probably going to end up saying something stupid in front of him – like admitting how pretty he was.


“He didn’t really do anything to me,” Paul said. “It’s you he was bothering, and I guess I just… I just snapped.”


A million questions burned on your tongue, but you held back. Paul didn’t look like he was finished talking and you didn’t want to risk him being cautious.


“I must look like a freak to you, huh?” He laughed forcefully though there was clearly nothing funny. “There’s just something about you that I can’t get over. You’ve been in my head since the party.” Paul wrinkled his nose. “Jeez, that’s so cheesy.”


You smiled warmly and slung your arm around his neck. It was a friendly gesture that took him by surprise – though, really, there was a little more than friendship on your end. Admittedly, you were a little taken aback yourself by how at ease you were around him.


“If you wanted to ask me out, Paul, you could have just said so,” you teased.


He raised an eyebrow. “You’re willing to let me take you on a date?”


“Yeah. Isn’t that what you’ve been hinting at?”


Paul’s gaze was a million miles away, like he was thoroughly confused by your assumption. For a second, you turned cold with worry that maybe you’d misinterpreted his behavior and that he wasn’t actually into you, but then he grinned.


“Sure. Yeah, I’ll take you out.”


You talked for a while longer about where and when he was going to pick you up, and then the two of you headed back to your friends. Jared pulled Paul into a headlock as soon as the boy left your side, and it looked like he was going to be in for one hell of an interrogation. Judging by the looks Quil was giving you, you were in for the same treat.


“What happened?” he whispered as Sam Uley’s gang started to put distance between them and the two of you.


You shook your head in disbelief, a thin smile on your lips. “Apparently, I’ve got more game than I thought.”

Harley Quinn

(A/N): I’m sorry about the short length of this :(

Request:  Could you write a fic where the avengers and suicide squad meet up for a few days and fem!reader x Harley get kinda close and flirt a bit with each other and Natasha gets really jealous because she feels like Harley is trying to take the reader away from her and this goes on for like week or so eventually leading to a big fight between Nat and the reader ending with the reader showing Nat just how much she loves her (with the reader and Nat being married throughout) thank you!

Warnings: probably some swearing 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @sxph-t, @l8nitl0vr, @livandlilah


Originally posted by angiecarojas

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

Could Harley not see the ring on (Y/N)’s finger? It was right there, shining in the bland of whatever city they were in; Gotham perhaps? Or perhaps she was just electing to ignore the ring instead. Either way Nat was getting peeved by the minute if Harley so much as opened her mouth. 

   "So what brings ya to Gotham?“ Harley asks as she skips alongside (Y/N), beaming at the avenger. 

   "Shield said Gotham needed some help with Kryptonian, that’s why we’re here,” Harley nods as she bounces along, her pigtails swaying from side to side.

    “Did you know you’re absolutely gorgeous?” Her voice holds a certain twang to it, making the avenger smile.

    “Well thank you Harley, you’re pretty cute yourself,” The girl smiles as she squeals, throwing her arms around (Y/N) dramatically.

    “Oh (Y/N)! Aren’t'cha the kindest kid this side of Gotham?” (Y/N) laughs as Harley all but snuggles into their cheek, completely ignoring Nat’s menacing glares. 

    “You’ll have to excuse her,” Floyd smiles as he walks up beside Nat. “She’s like this all the time," 

   "God- do you ever just want to punch her or something?”

    “All the damn time,” Floyd chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “But Harley doesn’t mean any harm, she’s just overly affectionate and sweet,”

    “And psychotic,”

    “That too,” Floyd laughs heartily making Nat’s lips quirk up the tiniest bit. "How long have the two of you been married?“ Floyd asks, taking Nat off guard. "I’ve got great eyes plus I just so happened to notice the matching rings the two of your flew in,” Nat smirks a bit, looking down at the silver wedding band she wore. 

   "2 years,“ Floyd smiles, nodding his head. 

   "You guys are perfect together,”

    “yeah? I think so-” Nat stops when she looks up to find Harley kissing along (Y/N)’s face, the latter of the two giggling madly as Harley does. No, that was the last straw. With a determined step Nat matches up to (Y/N) and Harley, yanks (Y/N) away and matches back off again, towards the hotel they were staying at. 

   "Nat, what are you-“ But Nat shushes them harshly as she drags them along, not stopping until they were in the hotel room. "What the hell Nat?” (Y/N) yells, gripping at their bruising wrists.

    “‘What the hell Nat’? Really (Y/N)? I look up to see Harley hanging off of you like some horny teenager and you’re going to question me?" 

   "Nat, that’s just who she is-" 

   "Why didn’t you stop her from holding your hand or kissing you? Hmm?" 

   "I didn’t want to offend her!" 

  "What about me? Are you worried about offending me?”

    “Of course I am Nat!" 

   "Really? Because the minute we stepped into the goddamn city you’ve been flirting with her the entire time, always winking at her or sending her a friendly smile-" 

   "You told me to be nice!" 

    "Yeah! I told you to be nice not to eyefuck her every chance you get!” At this (Y/N) stalls, closing their mouth abruptly.

    “I wasn’t- I wasn’t,” (Y/N) mutters, sighing softly. “Never mind,” (Y/N) grumbles, all their fight suddenly dissipated.

    “What? That’s all I get is a never mind?” (Y/N) nods as they strip out of their suit, leaving them in nothing but a pair of underwear. “So now you’re ignoring me?” Nat accuses as (Y/N) slides their underwear off, stepping out of them and kicking them towards the hamper. “(Y/N) don’t you dare ignore me-" 

   "I’m going to shower,” (Y/N) whispers. “Do you want to join me?” Nat looks a then incredulously, her eyes widening in shock.

    “Are you- are you serious? I’m angry with you (Y/N), I don’t want to take a shower with you," 

   "Let me show you how much I love you,” (Y/N) whispers, Offering their hand to the redhead. “Please?” Nat looks at them and then to their hand and back up at them again. She did have to admit a shower didn’t sound all too bad after all, especially if (Y/N) would be the one joining her. 

   With a sheepish smile Nat takes (Y/N)’s hand, being much more gentle than she had been before. (Y/N) gives her a gentle smile as they tug her to the bathroom, bound and determined to make her feel loved.

Why Me? Part 2 (Reggie x Reader) a

A/N: Sorry it’s short but it was always just a dabble so I didn’t plan on making it two parts. But I really liked how it turned out.

You leaned against Reggie’s car waiting for him to be done with football. Your anger was now fuel from what the girls had told you minutes before. Being alone for this little time made you rethink everything that had happened between the two of you over the course of the last few months. All of the hook ups and late night talks were now going to come to an end. It made you sad to think about but if Reggie was okay with this whole book thing you knew you couldn’t be with him. You weren’t going to be with a guy that thought girls were pretty little objects for them to use.

“Hey, didn’t know that we were hanging out today” Reggie said he walked up to his car.  He looked tired, sweat was still running down his forehead.

“We aren’t”

“Then why are you leaning against my car for?” He asked confused. If there was one thing about Reggie that he didn’t fully get was people’s emotions. He didn’t’ know how to read or express them. Anyone that walked by the two of you right now could tell that you were pissed but Reggie couldn’t.

“We need to talk”

“About? Can’t you come over later?” You rolled your eyes at him, he just couldn’t get it.

“NO! There’s isn’t going to be later Reggie. This” You said waving your hand between you both “Whatever this is, it’s over. It’s not going to happen again. I ain’t going to be that girl”

“What are you getting on with?” He asked as stood in front of you. His figure was way taller than yours but a height difference wasn’t going to stop you. “What do you mean by that girl”

“You don’t get” You yelled “I’m not going to be a toy, Reggie. I’m a person with feelings, not something you can use when you’re getting bored with your stupid life” Your face was clearly red from anger and tears weren’t falling like you thought they would. There were so many feelings inside of you right now you couldn’t explain. Anger was the only thing that you could seem to get out.

“What is wrong with you today? Why do you suddenly think I’m using you as a toy?” Reggie tempter was getting the best of him. You could tell by looking at you that he was getting sick of what you were saying. You just stared at him not speaking waiting to see if it would click in his head.

“So you going to tell me?” Reggie asked breaking the silence that fell between the two of you.

“The book Reggie. The playbook” The second it came out of your mouth you could see the look on Reggie’s face change. It went from annoyed to shocked.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Doesn’t matter Reggie but I hope your ready for what’s to come” With that you grabbed your bag off the ground and started to walk away with a smile on your face. Leaving Reggie standing there trying to process what just happened.


 “Hey Guys” You said as you walked up along side of the girls.

“Hey Y/N” Betty greeted. “The guys were just called in so they all we do is wait.” 

Most of the student body was gathering into the hallway now, waiting to find out why most of the school star football players were called in. You smiled at the girls around knowing that things were about to change within the school now after what you guys had done. With the creek of the door from the office was sounded everyone looked up. One by one the boys walked out with the principal not far behind them. They all looked mad as they made their way through the crowd, glaring at you and the girls. But one face caught your attention, it was Reggie. He didn’t look mad like the others he looked relieved. He gave a small smile your way as he passed and you happily smiled back knowing that Reggie might be a bad guy but he knew what he did wrong.

Late Night (Connor Murphy x Reader)

AN: This is a last minute drabble I needed to write so I would feel better. Its unedited and short– I’m sorry, loves. I also did this on mobile so its not particularly fancy.

TW; swearing, weed?

WC; 519 I think

A sigh escaped your lips as you rolled over in bed, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You were being haunted by insomnia, and insomnia was a bitch. You grunted as you leaned over and reached for your phone the third time that night. You didn’t know what you were going to do on it, but it was better than staring into the darkness of your room.

You had ended up scrolling through your contacts somehow, debating on calling Connor or Evan. You looked at the digital clock on the side of your bed.

“2:13, and I can’t sleep.” You mumbled, pity weaving its way into your words.

Evan was probably asleep, but maybe Connor was awake.

“Ugh. Connor- that beautiful son of a bitch.” You giggled to yourself, the lack of sleep getting to you.

‘Hey– u awake??’ You texted Connor, almost immediately getting a response.

‘Yes. Call me??’

You clicked the face time button, rolling onto your side. It rung for a second, then was answered.

“I said call, not FaceTime.” Connor grumbled, an orange light illuminating his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I wanted to see you.” You mumbled, your eyelids heavy.

Connor’s face turned pink, and he exhaled smoke. His eyes were red.

“Are you smoking?” You squinted, a tired laugh emitting from your lips.

“Smokin’ hot.” Connor blew out more smoke, a smirk on his face.

“True that.” You grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“I can’t even see you, turn some damned lights on.” Connor complained, leaning in towards the camera.

“No- too tired.” You whispered, your eyes closing. Connor chuckled and set his joint down.

“Go to sleep, then.” Connor smiled slightly.

“It’s not that fuckin’ easy, Murphy.” You mumbled, putting your hands on your eyes.

Connor was silent, trying to think of ways he could help you.

“Sing for me, Murphy.” You whispered.

“What? No.” Connor could’ve laughed, but he knew you were serious.

“Sing.” You said sternly, making Connor blush.

“Jesus, fine, fine.” Connor cleared his throat and started to sing a slow song awkwardly. He wasn’t the best singer, but it was good enough to lull you to sleep.

You smiled as your eyes closed, and you whispered a barely audible goodnight. Once you were asleep Connor stopped singing and turned red, smiling at you.

“God, you’re a cute one. Love you, (L/n).” Connor didn’t end the call, but he went to bed with the camera still on him.

The next morning you had woken up few
minutes before him, watching him sleep until he woke up to hear you talking.

“I’m in love with you, Connor.” You mumbled, your face in your hands.

“Well, that’s good, because I love you too.” You heard Connors morning voice croak, and you looked up and blushed.

“I’m coming over, by the way.” Connor smirked.

Fixing him up after a fight.

Gang!Jimin  « Fluff » 

Originally posted by cowjimin

A loud knock at the door interrupted your usual reading by the fireplace, making you groan out loud. Who dares disturb you in your time of leisure?
You sluggishly closed the book and made your way to the door.
“This better be important.” You mumbled before turning the knob.
A gasp escaped your lips as your eyes landed on your bloodied up boyfriend. He gave you a cheesy smile before shivering from the cold.
“What the hell, Jimin?!”
The book that once rested in your hands fell to the ground as you pulled your dark haired boyfriend inside, slamming the door shut.
“Explain.” You grumbled with your arms crossed over your chest as Jimin sat on the counter.
“There was this other gang mem-“
“Okay no! I don’t wanna hear it!” You interrupted. He knew you hated when he got into fights. 
                                                                                                 “You told me to explain!”
                                                                                    “Well now I don’t wanna hear it!”
Walking away for medical supplies, you ran a frustrated hand through your hair and let out a sigh.
Jimin sat with his head hung low on the counter as you placed the first aid kit next to him.
You wished you could say you were used to this but you’d be lying. It would hurt you every time. Seeing him in pain and bloodied up made you worry that one day you might lose him…
Dabbing the alcohol covered cotton ball on his forehead wound made him hiss.
“That’s what you get…” You mumbled.
“Babe…” he tried but you remained silent.
Jimin grabbed your wrist gently, forcing you to stop.
“I’m sorry okay? I just get so angry and well… it happens.”
“Can you at least try to control yourself, Jimin? Do you know how much it pains me to see you like this? To have to clean you up every single time?”
It was his turn to stay quiet as you continued tending his wounds.
He suddenly leaned forward and pecked your lips.
“You’re not getting away with it that easy. I hope you realize that.”
“It was worth a shot.” He smirked.
After wrapping his injured knuckles, you cleaned up your area and walked back to the sofa where you were reading without saying a word to him. 
A few minutes of Jimin staring at you from across the room passed before he finally jumped off the counter.
“Cuddle?” He asked, standing in front of you with his head tilted to the side a bit. He looked like a lost puppy making you wonder how he ended up being one of the most dangerous members in his gang… His short temper got him into a lot of trouble but he was a total sweetheart when it came to you. You were his kryptonite.
You stared at him for a couple of seconds before returning to your book and spoke with a monotonous voice.
“Do you deserve cuddles?”
“I’d like to think so.” He nodded frantically, “Yeah.”
You couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Babe please look at me.”
You ignored his orders and continued reading.
“I said I was sorry… Please…”
Once again he was met with silence.
“I need your attention, baby girl…” Jimin tried again while cupping your face and caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t do this to me.”
You slowly closed your book and looked up at him. Placing your hand over his, you spoke.
“I worry about you, Jimin. Sure, today was a fight but what if some other day it’s worse? What if something happens to you? What if I lose you?”
“I understand why you’re worried about me, darling, but please trust me when I say you won’t ever lose me. Nothing is going to happen to me, understand? I promise.”
“Jimin, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” You said, getting up from your seat and made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Your boyfriend followed closely behind.
“The guys are with me 24/7. If anyone wants to harm me, they’d have to get passed the other six. We’re there for each other… You know that, Y/N…” he explained as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and placed a chaste kiss.
“That doesn’t make anything better. I care about you guys.”
He quickly jerked his head back to look at you with furrowed brows.
“You care about me more though, right?”
You laughed at your boyfriend’s jealousy as he waited impatiently for an answer.
“Of course I do. You’re making me lose hair by constantly worrying about you.”
Jimin chuckled softly as he pecked your head.
“Can you forgive me?” he asked in a sincere voice.
“Can you promise to try and control yourself and call me as soon as something like this happens again?”
“Yes.” he smirked, “Anything for you, baby girl. Just please love me again… I miss your kisses… and your cuddles… I miss you.”
“You make it seem like I stopped loving you and left to the other side of the world, Jimin. I ignored you for about 5 minutes.” You laughed.
“It felt like forever.” He whined. “I don’t want you to stop loving me.”
“I don’t think I can, babe.” you said, finally facing him.
“Good.” He said before kissing you passionately. “I’m in way too deep, Y/N. There’s no going back.”

Not Good

Inspired loosely on real events. Loosely as shit, I mean. Also, I might’ve forgotten that I hadn’t done this yet. :D

Also, I accidentally left this open for a sequel out of nowhere? If people like it, I might do it, but, eh, we’ll see.

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Challenge: @luci-in-trenchcoats AU & Things Challenge x
Words: 1kish
Summary:
Y/N has a bad end to her week
Warnings: Some swearing, because I can’t control myself
Prompt: Mechanic!AU

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Sebastian “Jealous” Stan

Note: I’m sorry if this is kinda short! feedback is welcome! .c

Request: Can you make a imagine where y/n and seb are at a event (or a interview if you want) and she talks and laughs a lot with with a man (choose who you want) and Seb gets all jealous and I would like it to end up with smut but if you prefer with fluff it’s totally fine :)


Being a famous actress was amazing in and of itself. It was your dream ever since you were a little girl to be in a movie that everyone loved and you enjoyed making. You were content with your life. You had an amazing career, you had amazing friends and co-stars, and your boyfriend was the best thing that came from all of it.

Sebastian Stan was your number one fan and you were happy to share this experience with him. He was your date to your movie premiere and you were surprisingly calm. Well, that’s what you thought until you spotted one of your favorite actors here, supporting your movie.

You were standing in front of the movie billboard, letting tons of people take your photo. You posed in a ton of different ways, showing your best smile and angles. Your dress was long and black, a slit along your leg. Sebastian was standing off to the side, smiling at you as he watched. You blushed and held your hand out for Sebastian to take.

Sebastian shyly walked over to you and grabbed your hand momentarily before settling his arm around your waist. “Beautiful couple!” A photographer shouted. You smiled in their direction, turning at a different angle. “Y/N! Sebastian! Over here!” The cameras flashed and shuttered, taking a stream of photos in a split second.

You and Sebastian took a few more photos and you smiled as he pulled you away. You leaned into him and giggled. “I’ll never get used to that.” You said, making Sebastian chuckle. He gave your waist a squeeze, placing a kiss to your head. “You’re a natural, don’t worry.” He said, causing you to blush.

You and Sebastian walked up the red carpet stairs and you gasped when you saw your favorite actor standing off the side talking to another actor. “Is that-no way!” You squealed, causing Sebastian to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. 

Sebastian’s eyes scanned the area. “Who?” He asked, following your gaze and it landed on Johnny Depp. Another squeal fell from your lips and you were ready to charge after him, but you continued to walk up the stairs.

You were in awe, your smile wider than it’s been all night. Johnny spotted you walking up beside Sebastian and he smiled at you two. “Sebastian! My man.” He said, shaking Sebastian’s hand. You were shocked they knew each other because Sebastian knew how much you looked up to Johnny Depp.

Sebastian shook Johnny’s hand with a tight lipped smile. Johnny turned to you. “Hello, Y/N.” Johnny said in his deep voice, making you giggle like a little girl. “H-hi! I’m a big fan!” You said, letting Johnny take your hand. 

He placed his lips on top of it and you smiled. “I’m a fan of yours, too! Your last movie was amazing, can’t wait for this one.” Johnny said, slowly dropping your hand. You giggled again and Sebastian sighed slightly, casually pulling you closer to him.

You took no notice and continued to talk to Johnny. “I love all of your movies. Your characters are so awesome! Captain Jack Sparrow, Willy Wonka,” You started naming his roles, gasping as you remembered his other one, “The Mad Hatter! Gosh, you played that role so well!” You beamed, making Johnny chuckle. “Thank you.” Johnny said, slicking his hair back with his hands that were littered with vintage rings, his eye traveling along your figure.

Sebastian stood beside you, his jaw clenched as he noticed how Johnny was looking at you. You were laughing and giggling too much to deem acceptable to Sebastian. Your laugh was full and hearty and it made him feel small. He knew nothing would happen, but the way he saw Johnny looking at you made his insides twist and burn with jealousy.

A few more moments passed and you were still talking to Johnny Depp. Sebastian kept sighing and scoffing and you tried to ignore it, but you eventually had to kindly excuse yourself from Johnny.

You pursed your lips and turned to Sebastian, having made your way into the building. “What’s the matter with you?” You asked, crossing your arms. Sebastian looked down at you and rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding me? You were basically falling all over him!” Sebastian said, his voice low so he wouldn’t cause a scene. You rolled your eyes like he did and sighed. “I was…excited. You know he’s a huge inspiration to me.” You shrugged lightly, looking at Sebastian.

He scoffed and shook his head. “Yeah but did you really have to make me feel like a failure?” Sebastian asked, making you gasp. “How did I do that?” You questioned, letting your arms fall from their crossed position. “You said he was the best Mad Hatter ever. Now I just feel like I’m held up to a competition with him.” Sebastian said, sadness crossing his features. You frowned at his words.

You didn’t realize just how much you were fawning over Johnny. Sebastian sighed again at the silence between you two. You wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s waist. “Seb, I didn’t mean it like you didn’t do a great job with that role. You both were amazing. You know I love you. Johnny is just a long time favorite actor. You’re my favorite guy.” You said, feeling Sebastian pull you in closer.

Your head was resting on his chest and he kissed your head. “You really mean that?” Sebastian asked, making you smile. “I do.” You said, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Sebastian kissed you back and he smiled against your lips. “I love you, too.” Sebastian said softly, rubbing his hands up and down the small of your back.

You smirked a little. “Were you jealous, by chance?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at Sebastian. He scoffed and his face contorted with denial. “I wasn’t!” Sebastian said, scoffing again. You pulled away and put your hands on your hips, sticking your leg out through the slit. Sebastian’s eyes traveled up your body and he sighed, confirming your question.

“Bet he can’t perform a kick-ass sex scene like me, though.”

Note: I hope you liked it! I love jealous!Seb, omg. feedback is welcome! thanks for the request. .c

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‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart

Sorry for being unactive for a few days recently, I was on a short trip :p, also, revisiting some old songs, and this one hit me in the 2doc feelsie so 

Again, took part in phase 3 because it’s my life aha

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