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Put That Body On Me

pairing: daveed diggs x reader 

request: none, i’m just thirsty for diggs like the rest of the world

summary: reader’s goes out to the bar with her friends after a long day and she catches daveed’s eye

warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing obviously, alcohol

words: 3076

a/n: so this is 100% inspired by ed sheeran’s shape of you, that got me in the mood for my first smut fic. i need to thank @diggs4life a million times for being such a great help, and i hope you enjoy!


To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. When you woke up, you had a stable job and a boyfriend, but by the end of the night you had neither of those things. Sure, it was just an office job, but it was a way to make ends meet, and you didn’t know yet what losing it meant for you.

Since before you were in college, you’d had a job and it was part of what kept you sane in day to day life. Your company apparently thought you were replaceable though, so they did exactly what you feared most: replaced you with a younger face with fresh ideas. And your boyfriend? He did the exact same thing.

So yeah, your day had been long and you couldn’t wait for it to be over, but your friends had other ideas for the night. Five minutes after you told them about your day, your front door was flung open and three of your best friends made their presence known.

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The Summer Fling (Chapter One) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Boardy Barn”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Chapter One - Chapter Two 

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“You okay, Dyl?”

“This is a lot of drunk people… this is just a lot of people in general, and I feel like some people have recognized me, an-“

“Dyl.. you wanted to come with me.”

“Well, I didn’t want to just sit at the house all day.”

“You’re going to be fine. You have sunglasses and a hat and some of this crap.” Julia rubbed her fingers against the stubble on his face in an aggressive, teasing sisterly way. “No one’s going to recognize you, why don’t we get you a drink so you can chill out.”

Dylan rolled his eyes, regardless of the fact that he knew his sister would not be able to see it behind his jet black Ray Ban sunglasses. He sighed and followed her through the throngs of sweaty and beer-soaked bodies towards the bar. He sidled up next to her and pressed his elbows against the bar.

That’s cool.” He said sarcastically, pursing his lips, as he removed his elbows from the beer-soaked counter, and peeled a sticky bottle cap off of his skin. His head whipped around when he heard someone say his older sister’s name excitedly.

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How to get a big haul

So you want to get into the thousands digits? You want to have fifteen urban decay palettes stacked upon each other at the bottom of your purse? Cool. Just dont get it all from the same store. If you’re planning on having a heist, travel a bit. Go a place that has a lot of shops, like a high street or a shopping centre. Take a reasonable amount from each store and don’t get cocky.

Repeat; don’t get cocky. Grabbing ten of the same mascara will sure have the LP up your ass. Look like everyone else in the store, take similar amounts to other people in the store and when in a blind spot, conceal. Check prices, walk at the same pace as everyone else, wear similar clothes to everyone else, have bags from nearby stores to look like you’ve actually bought stuff, ect. Most importantly, be quick and unnoticeable. In the words of Belle from a secret diary from a call girl - be fabulous but forgettable.

Steal stuff from several stores, find a toilet and stuff them onto your body. Waist trainers, several pairs of underwear and thick clothes - whatever you do. You get the point. Then repeat. If you have a car, park far away from where you’re lifting. Unload into your car every few stores.

Don’t go to the same store more than twice, ideally only go once. Don’t spend longer than 10 minutes in a store if its smaller, 20 minutes if it’s bigger. Don’t let the LP or SA see you more than two or three times. Don’t let them remember you. Remember - be fabulous but forgettable. And don’t take too much from a single store as companies notice these things. Don’t be the one to change the cameras from basic domes to those new 360 Panasonic cameras, which are basically death traps.

Once you’ve gotten what you’re happy with - abort mission. Walk away, get a bus, drive away - however you want to get home, do it. Then once you’re safe and sound in your bedroom, smile at your new stuff.

Then get annoyed because you have to organise all of it. Sorry i had to add it :)

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Deepest Darkest Secret

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8. Baz.

Wellbelove corners me in the corridor only days after our conversation in the library.

‘Baz,’ she says, grabbing my arm. I fight the urge to shake her off and turn to give her a cool look.

‘Agatha.’

She purses her lips, hesitating, before she speaks. ‘I broke up with Simon.’

I raise an eyebrow. ‘Not because of me, I hope?’ No wonder he’s been moping around the last few days.

Wellbelove blushes slightly, and I feel a twinge of regret. If she’s broken up with him, there’s no need to do this anymore. At least not when he isn’t watching.

‘You were right,’ she says. ‘He’s not my soulmate.’

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More Kamui/Xander hcs that I like
  • Kamui being very very clingy to Xander when going outside. She’s hardly been out of her room and it can be very scary.
  • Xander voice: “Kamui do you want anything from this shop?" 
  • Kamui voice from on Xander’s shoulders: "The purse looks cool." 
  • Xander’s pretty dependent on Kamui too, but not as dependent. 
  • More like hiding behind her during a party while she happily talks with the party goers and gluing himself to her while she walks around 
  • Lots of arguing. Both of them have different ideologies abt everything and it sucks 
  • Kamui turning into a dragon and making a nest in their bed and Xander’s just like ;;; >_> 
  • Xander is her protector most of all but he’s also struggling with a lot of his own nasty issues 
  • Anxiety and hypermasucliniy but Kamui’s like "Shhh???? Shhh…” - Xander could pick her up and toss her on the couch when she’s annoying 
  • Kamui is very very hyper when it comes to anything new and Xander, who’s been disillusioned by the world is just like “sigh" 
  • Xander was the one to fall in love with her first but kept it hidden bc of fear of her finding out abt her true past leaving him 
  • Kamui used to turn into a dragon as a child and Xander was the one to come around and help her go back to her original form 
  • These two basically go through hell and sit and hold hands a lot
Barb Holland (Stranger Things)


TV Show: Stranger Things
Setting: Fall 1983, Indiana
Room: Barb’s Bedroom


Story we told: Poor smarty pants Barb. She was one minute from busting out of those prairie ruffle blouses and living her real life. I like to imagine that her last moments on that diving board were spent thinking “This bitch is actually holding me back,” but we may never know. 

We decided to give Barb an eclectic, colorful home escape from her drab school life and lame friends who let her die alone in the cold. A place where she can explore her inner truth without worrying about her idiot friend Nancy.

Brooding brainiacs don’t have time for sports but bowling isn’t a sport - it’s a right of passage in the Holland family and a great way for Barb to get out her frustrations at the world.

Barb’s older brother scored her a job at the BRAND NEW video rental store. Although Barb’s parents don’t quite understand the concept of renting movies to watch at home, they are extremely supportive of her desire to learn financial independence. Barb is just glad she gets to watch all the classics (or movies that just came out recently) for free. She also has to rent a VCR (not pictured) because her parents don’t have one yet.

Barb definitely takes time to nurture some budding inner truth (after her homework is done and before she reads her NASA newsletter). Her experimentation with on-trend electric blue eye shadow is symbolic of the clear and present truth Barb can see that her idiot friend, blinded by lust, ignores.

But it’s fine. Barb is comforted by listening to The Cure and reading her Seventeen Magazine; reminding herself that there’s more out there than this small, backward town and its rich white kid entitlement attitude.

Barb isn’t sure if her coat is cool but it makes her feel warm. She’s practical.

Barb is 100% sure her patchwork white leather purse is cool which is why she doesn’t take it to school and risk drawing attention to her inner truth that is still being carefully cultivated. The blue eye shadow is risky enough for junior year. Maybe next year, patchwork purse. Or not, since Barb dies.



BONUS IMAGES

Proof we didn’t fake that 1981 Seventeen magazine. We found it at the same thrift shop as the puffy coat. Killer finds for Barb.

Barb’s sheets! Like totally 80s but on point when we pair it with this 70s afghan. We are truly into details here at Imagined Interiors.

We were extremely excited by this Seals in Space trapper keeper and thought it screamed “BARBARA HOLLAND”. However, due to the Seventeen magazine it had to get moved to the nightstand and ultimately upstaged by the video rentals. Poor Seals in Space.

anonymous asked:

Listen... Monty beating up people and angst is my jam. Like, he's such a good boyfriend to you, but his temper just... You don't need to him fuck up every single person who's ever said something mean to you or leered at you, you can handle yourself. And he's do shitty things for no reason? Like shoving Tyler into walls (and you don't really care for Tyler, but that was uncalled for). And ofc Tyler won't even let you help him up because, "You're his girlfriend, I bet you love this."

alkdfjalskdjfalskjdf ahhhhhh yes!

“Hey!” you shout, taking the steps two at a time when you see Monty shove Tyler up against the lockers out of the blue. “Monty, what are you doing?” you half growl, grabbing one of his arms and peeling him away from Tyler. Your brows are furrowed as you take him a few steps away, crossing your arms and glaring at him. “Get a lid on it,” you hiss under your breath. You’re fairly certain you’re in love with the man in front of you, but some of the shit he does pisses you the fuck off.

Monty scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “What? I can’t send the creeps a message?” he asks. He knows you hate that he’s one of the biggest bullies in the school. He just doesn’t know how to change it without losing respect. He doesn’t realize how much respect he’d gain by not pushing people around.

“Not like this,” you say, gesturing towards Tyler, who had slid to the floor to recover the books and loose papers he’d dropped.

Monty shakes his head. “Whatever,” he grumbles, throwing up his hands and walking down the hall. You’re not mad that he’s leaving, sometimes it’s best for him to take a walk and cool down.

You purse your lips and take a deep breath, returning to tyler and bending down to help him. “I’m sorry, Tyler,” you apologize, reaching out for a book. 

But he snatches it up before you can touch it, his cheeks damp from a few stray tears. “No you’re not,” he snaps, grabbing up the rest of the papers in a big ball and scrambling to his feet. “If you were sorry you wouldn’t be dating that asshole. You’re condoning his behavior just by being with him.”

Your jaw drops slightly. “No…that’s not…I don’t like that he does this sort of thing…”

Tyler holds his school supplies close to his chest. “That’s who he is, sorry to burst your bubble.” As he backs away down the hall he leaves you with, “There’s no changing him.”

Happy Flight Log

Request: Omg I love your Turn This Car Around fic so much! Do you think you could do something similar like dad JB and mom Jinyoung taking the “kids” to a fancy restaurant? They’d probably cause so much chaos xD

If you’re interested, you can click HERE to read Turn This Car Around

Member: ALL of the Got7 boys

Type: Fluff/comedy


“Hello, reservation for Park,” Jinyoung nodded, giving the hostess a kind smile. 

The hostess looked up, furrowing her brows as she focused on his face. She looked directly over his shoulder to scrutinize the group of men idling around behind him. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to clarify. We have several Parks on our reservation list.”

“Park Jinyoung,” he said patiently. 

The hostess scanned down the list of names she had situated on her small clipboard. “Party of seven?”

“Yes,” Jackson grinned, answering for Jinyoung before he had the chance to speak. “I guess you could say we’ve…got7?”

The hostess looked at Jackson with lifted brows and pursed lips. “Cool, follow me.”

“Yah, that was funny, wasn’t I funny?” Jackson whined, looking around to his members. 

“I thought it was funny,” BamBam nodded with a small shrug. The other members exchanged glances, making a silent pact to avoid hurting Jackson’s feelings. 

The boys followed Jinyoung and the hostess in single file, navigating past couples and families, dressed in formal attire. 

“Do they have dessert?” Youngjae asked, plopping into the seat the hostess had pulled out for Jinyoung.

“Worry about your dinner before you start searching for dessert,” Jinyoung sighed, sitting in the seat beside him instead.

“But I’ll worry all through dinner, wondering if they have dessert,” Youngjae gasped with wide eyes. “How can you expect me to enjoy my meal?”

“He has a point hyung,” Yugyeom nodded with a grim smile. 

“I want fries,” Mark sighed, closing his menu as soon as it was handed to him and allowing it to plop onto the table.

“This isn’t that type of restaurant,” Jaebum sighed, eying over his own menu. 

“It’s not that type of restaurant?” Mark asked, lifting a brow. “But it is the type of restaurant to hand out children’s menus with crayons?”

“There’s fries on my menu.” Youngjae muttered, looking up briefly from his small pack of crayons. 

Mark lifted his brows as he looked at Jaebum, challenging the leader. Jaebum’s lips formed a straight line as he cut Mark with an icy glare.

“Why does Youngjae get a menu he can color?” Jackson grumbled, flipping through his. “I wasn’t given that option.”

“You can ask,” Yugyeom nodded. “I wouldn’t mind one myself to be honest…”

“No one is asking for a children’s menu,” Jinyoung hissed. “Youngjae, how did you get that in the first place?” 

“She just gave it to me,” Youngjae shrugged, coloring what appeared to be a talking meatball. 

“Hello gentleman,” a young woman cooed, appearing from seemingly no where. “I’m-”

“Gentleman, I see no gentleman here,” Jackson interrupted with an awkward giggle. 

The waitress exchanged an empathetic glance with Jinyoung before continuing. “I’m Jisoo and I’ll be your server for the evening.”

“Sorry,” Jackson groaned beneath his breath. “Aren’t I funny?”

Yugyeom sighed and placed a comforting hand on Jackson’s shoulder. He gave it a gentle pat before directing his attention to the server again. 

“What can I get you all to drink?” she asked, looking up expectantly. 

“I’ll have a glass of wine,” Jinyoung nodded. “Preferably a Sherry if you have it. It’s been a long week.”

“I’ll have a somaek,” JB nodded. “As I’d prefer not to remember this week at all.”

Jinyoung furrowed his brows before looking to the leader of the group. “Well who’ll drive home if you also plan to drink?”

“I can drive!” BamBam gasped, looking carefully to his hyungs. “I’ve been practicing and-”

“I’ll have a coca cola,” JB sighed, rubbing his temples. 

BamBam who was already mid sentence shut his mouth and sunk down in his seat, crossing his arms with a pout. 

“The rest of them will have colas as well,” Jinyoung nodded, scrutinizing the menu before him. 

“Why do I have to have a cola?” Jackson asked, placing a hand on his chest. “Maybe I wanted a tea, or a water?”

“Fine Jackson, what do you want to drink?” Jinyoung hissed through barred teeth. 

“I’ll have a cola,” Jackson nodded promptly, looking down to his menu. Jinyoung closed his eyes and lifted his fingers to aggressively rub his temples. 

“Actually, if it’s not too much trouble, I would prefer an apple juice if you have it,” Youngjae nodded. 

The waitress smiled, sending a gentle look toward Youngjae as she scribbled into her notepad. “I’ll be right out with those.”

As soon as the server had turned and wandered far enough out of earshot, Jinyoung slapped his menu on the table loud enough to make both BamBam and Jackson jump. “Look, do you all realize why we’re here today?”

Each member looked around at each other expectantly, but none of them could seem to find the reason. 

“To celebrate our new album,” Mark muttered, his voice completely in monotone. 

“Yes, thank you Mark,” Jinyoung nodded, eying the other members with a frustrated expression. “We’re here to celebrate the final part of our Flight Log series. I know we haven’t been out to a meal together in some time, but surely you all remember how to act like adults.”

“Not to point out the obvious, but-” BamBam began, but was promptly cut off. 

“You leave Youngjae and his menu alone,” Jaebum grumbled, giving Youngjae a soft hair ruffle. The younger man looked up, lost in his own thoughts as he surveyed the members. He smiled warmly as JB’s hand fluffed his hair and looked back down to his coloring. 

BamBam rolled his eyes before looking back to Jinyoung. 

“Hey, look,” Yugyeom hiccuped, smacking BamBam on the arm. He had taken out the chopsticks from his folded napkin and inserted them into his mouth, wielding them as if they were large tusks. “I’m a walrus.” 

BamBam giggled, immediately turning to his utensils folded in the fabric of his napkin. 

“No, stop it,” Jinyoung hissed, giving his best death glare from across the table. Both Yugyeom and BamBam froze, chopsticks in midair. “This is exactly what I was talking about!”

“I don’t think they gave me chopsticks…” Jackson grumbled, poking around in the folds of his napkin. “I deserve chopsticks, don’t I? What’s with this place?”

“They’re right-” Mark began, pointing toward Jackson’s wrist. 

“Oh, they’re right here!” Jackson interrupted proudly. “I’ve found them.”

“Yes, very good Jackson,” JB nodded, his eyes still firmly planted on his menu. “Hmm…I wonder if I can get extra noodles with that…”

“I beg of you all, could you please try to be on your best behavior. I just want to have a nice group dinner for once. Can you do that for me?” Jinyoung sighed. 

“Alright, we have five colas,” the server hummed, reappearing again. She floated around the table, tray in hand, and placed the sodas accordingly. “We have one glass of sherry, and an apple juice.”

“Ah, thank you,” Youngjae nodded, sipping from his cup as soon as it was passed to him. The cup sported a lid and the same meatball character he had been coloring earlier. BamBam looked on with his mouth slightly ajar, and shook his head. 

“Alright, do you all know what you would like to eat this evening?” the waitress smiled. 

“I believe I’ll have the Australian filet mignon with the grilled scallops and baked potato,” Jaebum smiled with a grin. 

“Same,” BamBam nodded, handing off his menu. 

“Same?” Jinyoung gasped. “Do you have any idea how much that is?”

“Well why does Jaebum hyung get to have it and not me?” BamBam whined. JB clicked his teeth and turned to look toward the younger boy with a penetrating gaze. 

“Oh no,” Yugyeom whispered with wide eyes. “Just leave it alone man, it’s not worth it.”

BamBam stuck out his lower lip and dropped his brows. “The grilled chicken breast with swiss cheese then…”

“Now this chicken breast,” Jackson began, cutting Yugyeom off as soon as his mouth opened. “It says that there is melted swiss cheese, now is there any way to add more cheese?”

“It’s quite an adequate amount of cheese sir,” the waitress nodded. “Is that what you would like as well?”

“But what if I wanted more cheese?” Jackson asked again, eying her carefully. 

“Jackson, she’s saying it’s a lot of damn cheese,” Jinyoung hissed. “Is that what you want?”

“No, I’ll have the Chinese vegetables,” Jackson nodded. “If you could just put a little bit of that melty cheese in it, that would be perfect. Thank you.”

Jinyoung let out an audible groan as he stared at Jackson. 

“Hyung,” Yugyeom whispered. ‘Hyung, did you mean to do that out loud?”

Jinyoung shifted his stare from Jackson to Yugyeom, unblinking as he spoke. “I’ll have the New York sirloin with broccoli please. Mark?”

“Wait, but I haven’t order-” Yugyeom stuttered, looking around with wide eyes. 

“Mark,” Jinyoung repeated louder. 

“French fried potatoes,” Mark nodded. 

“Do you have dessert here?” Youngjae asked, looking up inquisitively at the waitress. 

“Oh yes,” she nodded. “Cheese cake, tiramisu, and fresh fruit.”

“Funny,” Youngjae laughed breathily as he pointed up at her. “I thought you just said fruit was featured as a dessert. Lady with a sense of humor.”

“Well, it is on the-” she began, but Youngjae had looked down at his menu again. 

“I’ll have the macaroni and cheese,” Youngjae nodded firmly. “We’ll talk tiramisu upon your return.”

“Is that everything then?” she smiled. 

“Well, I would like the-” Yugyeom began, glancing carefully to Jinyoung. 

“He’ll have whatever the daily fish is in basil sauce,” JInyoung smiled. Yugyeom’s face scrunched as he searched his menu. 

“Alright gentleman, I’ll put in your ticket and bring you out some bread. Can I get you anything else?” the server cooed, the smile never leaving her face. 

“Unless you have six other personalities back there that are much more agreeable than the ones here, yes,” Jinyoung smiled. “We’re fine.”

“I feel like I was just insulted?” BamBam whispered, lifting a brow. “But to be honest, I’m nooot entirely sure.”

“Happy flight log,” Jaebum muttered, lifting his glass into the air. 

Each boy looked around, slowly lifting their glasses as well. “Happy flight log!” 

Originally posted by ceohan

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Request: anonymous: Could you do something where the reader is the captain of the guard and maybe Fili or a dwarf flirts with her in front of Thranduil and he gets jealous because she gets flustered and visits him in the cells later? Then he could just be cold with her or something and she visits him to ask what’s wrong and he confesses to loving her and just fluff! Your fics are just pure perfection, thank you for writing!
Notes: fluff
Word Count: 822 words

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