his smile his smile his smile it is that warm fuzzy feeling it brings i just love it so much :(

Originally posted by knfie-edge

Imagine your father, Tony Stark, walking in and seeing Peter shirtless in your bedroom (also, I imagine you guys are maybe Juniors or Seniors in High School during this)

- Head Honcho ~ Zoe

“Don’t you want to take off your suit?” You question as you and Peter lay on your bed, cuddled up under the covers with the Star Wars’ menu playing on the portable movie player your father made for your birthday last year. The actual device is like his phones but it projects the screen above it like one of his blueprint tables.

“But then I won’t feel like a cool badass superhero.” He whines, throwing his head back.

“Boohoo.” You pout out your bottom lip, mocking your boyfriend. “Now take it off.” You pat his chest then scoot away from him so he can stand up. When he does get up from the bed, you make sure to place a firm slap upon his precious little butt.

“Aye.” He covers his behind, turning around to scold you but you give him an innocent look.

“What?” You shrug. “I couldn’t help myself.” You smile and burrow back into your blankets.

“You never can help yourself.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry that I love you so much!”

“You’re not sorry for that.” He scoffs, you nod. “But you should be sorry for how hands-y you are.” He points a finger at you.

“I’m a Stark, it’s in my blood.” You raise your hands up in defense. “Now take it off before I come over there and help you.”

Peter just shakes his head at you but none the less has a small smile on his face. He presses the spider in the middle of his chest causing his suit to loosen as he walks over to your dresser.

He lets his suit fall down his body while he digs through his clothes in the top drawer. You don’t fight the grin that easily comes on your face when you watch your boyfriend of two years sort through the drawer. The normalcy of it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy… speaking about warm and fuzzy;

“Can you throw me a sweater?” You call to him. He nods, grabbing his famous dark blue Midtown School of Science & Technology pullover. “Thank you.” You catch the clothing item he threw.

“No prob…lem.” He cuts himself off with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

“Tired?” You inquire, trying to find the head hole of the garment before putting it on.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Last night’s mission was rough.” He sighs, dropping his arms to his side.

"I know, I was there.” You let out a breathy laugh then (attempt to) pull his sweater over your head. Now it’s Peter’s turn to smile and get the warm, fuzzy feeling. 

He tries to shake the teenage boy thoughts out of his head that were trying to replace his sweet innocent ones. He lets out a sigh and turns around back to the drawer, fixing the waistband of his boxers so they aren’t hanging so low on his hips

“What the hell is going on here?” Someone demands, their voice loud and full of anger. You don’t see who it is because you are currently struggling with the pullover.

“N-n-nothing, Mr. Stark.” Peter stutters out.

“Nothing my ass.” You hear your father mumble then you hear footsteps stomp against your floor followed by something slamming against the wall.

You finally get your head in the right hole and see your father holding your boyfriend to the wall, a furious look on his face.

“Dad!!” You shout, flinging your blankets off and rushing to the two. ”Dad!” You grab his arm and pull him back enough to get between the two men. “Calm down.”

Your father clenches his jaw and looks between the two of you. He notices your worried expression and relaxes his posture but doesn’t get out of protective dad mode.

“Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the bed while he walks a few feet in front of it. “Both of you, sit down.” He repeats. You and Peter share a hesitant look but go over to the bed and sit down at the foot of it.

A painful silence falls between the three of you as your father paces back and fourth.

“I-I-I swear, we didn’t do anything.” Peter bravely breaks the silence

“Then why are you stuttering?” Dad questions, Peter’s eyes widen.

“Th-tha-that’s a good point, but to be fair, I always stutter around you.” He lets out a nervous laugh, Dad sends him a look causing him to shut up and look down at his hands.

You sigh and hang your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter’s hands shaking a little bit. Even with Peter being Spiderman, he still shakes when he’s nervous or scared… especially when it comes to your father.

You carefully pull his hand from his lap and place it in yours, your fingers interlaces with his.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” Your father finally says. “I went to you for help and gave you a new suit, all access to… some of my lab, and you’re getting a free ride to college from my sponsorship for you.”

“And…” He stops pacing and runs a hand through his hair. “And to say thank you, you… fondue with my daughter.”

“As much as I hate to point this out right now, you knew and approved of Peter and I dating.” You bring up, your dad opens his mouth to speak but closes it.

“But I didn’t approve of you two fondueing.” He smirks.

You let out a scoff while rolling your eyes.

“You shouldn’t be one to scold me about that.” You call out. “And we weren’t doing anything like Peter said.”

“Then why were you getting your shirt back on and why was–” He sighs and facepalms. “–why is he–” He points to a very de-robed Spiderman. “in his underwear?” Peter’s face turns red and he grabs a blanket and covers himself up.

“I was cold and Peter was changing out of his suit.” You defend. “And if we were doing something, you could’ve walked in on a much worse moment.” Peter’s eyes widen and he shrinks down a bit, cringing at what you just said.

“I’m going to pretend you, my sweet little innocent pride and joy, didn’t just say that.” Dad closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “But I’m just going to at least hope you guys are responsible.” He hints, not wanting to fully say to ‘use condoms’. You nod but his eyes are on Peter for that one.

“Peter.” He calls, the young brunette’s head shoots up. “Responsible?”

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows, you nudge his arm and give him a look. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course!” He furiously blushes but nods his head.

“Ok.” Dad wipes his sweaty hands on his pants while letting out a deep breath. “So, I’m just going to go then…” He slowly makes his way towards the door. “But if I do happen to come in here later, you both better be clothed and being sickeningly cute couple by cuddling, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” You both nod.

“Good.” He faintly smiles. “I’m going to go now…” He slowly closes the door.

“Bye, Dad.” You wave.

“Bye.” He sits his head back in then goes back to slowly closing the door. “Pizza for dinner.” He announces.

“Alright.” You giggle. ”Bye, Dad.” You repeat.

“Bye.” He whispers, the door fully closing now.

You wait a few seconds to let your father walk away from the door to say anything.

“Soooo…” You speak up. “Want to start the movie?”

“Please.” He stands up, heading to your dresser to start it and get every layer of clothing he can incase your father walks back in.

Eat Jin: A Private Viewing (M) // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by fawnave

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Tonight, it’s Seokjin’s turn to cook for you. But, while you think dessert is just as simple as some cupcakes with frosting; Seokjin plans to give you an episode or two of Eat Jin like you’ve never seen one before.

Warning: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains food play. You’ve been warned.

A/N: This scenario was written for the lovely @coppertopging as part of my 10k giveaway prizes ^^ I’m so sorry this took longer than expected my love, but I hope that you’ll enjoy this ;) Thank you for being the amazing person that you are and I love you a lot!

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Soooo :D after you all requested it (about 3 ppl did - but just let me exaggerate in peace) here is part 3 of Isak and Even doing trust excercises <3 
it starts up right where part 2 ended so if you want to read those first: Part 1 / Part 2 

When they stepped back from each other Isak looked over to Magnus and Vilde. Vilde had a frown on her face that changed into a too bright smile when she caught his gaze. Magnus looked a bit deflated when he saw how close Isak and Even had been. The other two had stopped close in front of each other when both decided this was as close as was comfortable, but there was still a hand length between their bodies.

They had been pretty happy with themselves (especially when most of the other couples had stopped a meter or further away from each other) until their eyes landed on Isak and Even. Who were obviously trying to morph into each other to be closer, toes stacked, noses pressed against each other, touching from chests to knees.

Even shot Mags an encouraging smile as the woman – maybe Lille? – announced the next test.

“Everyone, take one of these scarfs,” she said as she went around and handed each couple one of the colorful fabrics.

“I want the light blue one,” Even stage whispered to Isak who rolled his eyes with pure fondness.

“You’re a child, Even.” But nevertheless he hurried over to where the women was and plucked the light blue one from her arm (this got him a rewarding cheek kiss).

“Blindfold your partner and take your place behind them,” came the instruction. Even raised his brows at Isak and grinned.

“So, nothing new there,” he said as he turned his back to Isak who snorted at his words.

Magnus gave a high pitched “What?” at that which got ignored by the other three.

The next exercise was to guide your partner just with your voice through an obstacle course that the woman – Laura? God, he knew it had been something with L – placed on the ground in front of them.

While the woman talked on about how important it was to completely trust your partner for this Isak rested his hands on Even’s hips and his chin on Even’s shoulder. Even leaned into him a bit and tugged on one of Isak’s hands. He understood the gesture and wrapped his arms around Even’s middle.

When it was time to start Isak placed a quick kiss to the shoulder his chin had been resting on and untangled his arms from around him.

“Ok, go one step forward. For the record, we are talking about normal human-sized steps.” Even laughed and took a relatively moderate step forward.

“Don’t do any of your long spider steps.” This got Isak an offended scoff.

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anonymous asked:

Would you write bughead handling a pregnancy scare?

Hello anon! Thankyou for this prompt! Sorry again it took me forever to get around to writing something worthy. I kind of hijacked it a little to fit with my story “To be a Family” you can read here- 


so this became like a little prequel for that where Betty and Jug find out they’re expecting. hope you enjoy it xx


Betty awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking, the comforting odour wafting into the bedroom and bringing a soft smile to her face. The early morning sun was drifting through the window and illuminating the small space with a soft glow that was warm on her skin in the chilly trailer. Opening her eyes fully, Betty sat up and ran a hand through her wild blonde tresses, sighing contently as she pushed back the covers, placing her fuzzy sock clad feet on the floor and snuggled further into Jughead’s old hoodie, inhaling his scent that always made her feel safe.

Padding out of the little bedroom that was fast feeling more their bedroom despite each of them having a bed elsewhere- her at her own house and him at his foster home- she was greeted with a sight that made her heart flutter with appreciation and love.

Jughead was busy at the stove, flipping bacon and scrambling eggs, an old rock tune bleeding from the radio on the counter top, his low voice softly humming along to it. Betty stilled leaning against the open door frame, taking a moment to be enraptured with him. His dark hair free from the beanie and falling in his eyes recklessly, lean body clad in a usual flannel and sweats.

She felt so incredibly lucky.

Not because they were without trouble. No, they were faced with their fair share of burdens and them some in the form of fragile families, imprisoned father’s, hurting friends, hurting themselves, fracturing towns and leather jacket clad protectors.

Everything was crazy…

Except here. Here in this little trailer, with just him and her, their walls down and their hearts free so that their love could liberate them.  Here it was- as much as she loathed the word- perfect. And that was why she felt lucky.

“Morning,” Betty greeted after absorbing the scene in front of her for a few more moments.

Jughead turned at the sound of her voice his eyes softening and lips quirking at the ethereal sight of her in the dull lights of the old trailer, clad in his clothes and looking so at ease and beautifully dishevelled.

“Hey,” he greeted pushing the hair from his eyes as she pushed off the door frame and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Jughead’s own hands came to rest on her waist, his lips meeting hers in a sweet kiss; he tasted like the coffee he survived on and she was fast becoming hooked on too.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” Jughead asked when they broke apart his brow creasing in concern.

It was no secret to him how exhausted she had been lately her feet dragging and eyes drooping, body aching. So the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt her chance to rest on a Saturday morning.

Betty shook her head, blonde hair flying in every direction at the movement, and a hand coming to rest on his cheek. Her soft lips twitched into a small, grateful smile. He was always taking care of her.

“No, the smell of-“

Betty stopped mid-sentence. Her green eyes widened in panic as her hand flew to her mouth before she abruptly pulled out of her boyfriend’s embrace and dashed to the bathroom.

“Betty?” Jughead called after her, quickly turning off the stove and following her across the small hall to the bathroom.

His face screwed up in concern as he gently opened the door to the sight of her doubled over the toilet the sound of retching.

“Oh Betts,” he sighed, moving behind her to hold her hair back and rub comforting circles on her back.

When she was finished Jughead handed her a damp towel which she graciously accepted with a mumbled “thanks” and wiped her mouth, before tying her hair back in a hasty pony tail.

“Is my cooking so bad you got sick before even tasting it?”

Betty laughed at the joke, forgetting to feel embarrassed when he always made her feel so comfortable and accepted.

“No actually. I was about to say it smelt good. I don’t know what came over me,” her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Strange,” Jughead agreed helping her to her feet.

Betty nodded moving to brush her teeth, smiling slightly at the sight of her pink toothbrush resting next to his blue one.

“How about I make you some toast instead?” Jughead asked, moving to kiss her cheek before backing out the room.

“Thanks Juggie.”

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When You Come Home (Epilogue)

Part OneTwo, Three12 Days

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: The real finale.

Warnings: Just have fun, honestly.

Word Count: 12,303


Wow, you guys. That’s seriously all we can say. Like man, it’s been an adventure of a lifetime, lemme just say that. I mean, we can’t believe we wrote this entire thing (and that alone was so much fun, holy moly), but the fact that you guys enjoyed it?

We’re seriously so emotional. You guys have no idea.

Thank you so much to all of you that joined us on this journey. It’s been such an honor to receive such incredible, touching compliments on a daily basis, and we can’t stress how much we truly love you. Our hearts are so full of love for each and every one of you, and we’re so grateful to have been able to share a part of our hearts (and insanity) with you.

I can’t tell you how much yelling has been going on behind the scenes– Well, I’m sure y’all could imagine, but take whatever you’re imagining and multiply it by ten thousand. All of this yelling has been because of all of you (this is supposed to be a sweet sentiment, just take it, we’re hoarse, omg).

Again, thank you so much for your support, kindness, and love. We love you all so much. Thank you for making us two very happy dorky nerds. You’re all so amazing.

And so it’s with great pleasure that we present to you the epilogue.

- Team GTNW -


As much as you wanted to jump right into the next chapter of your life with the absolute love of your life, you knew it was best to let time run its course. The two of you decided to spend some time apart to just let things rest for a while, to regroup and think about what comes next, to prepare for the journey that was to come.

You’d both come to the agreement that you’d spend the next two months living your own lives, submerging yourselves back in the mundanity of work, giving the universe a much needed break (or rather, maybe the universe needed to give you guys a break).

That was the plan. Except two weeks after your reunion on the fire escape, your phone dinged with a new text message.

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Ellen’s in Y/N’s ear (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: Ellen Degeneres sends famous (your profession) Y/N to a local coffee shop with an earpiece. Y/N must follow everything Ellen tells her to say. It is a funny game until Y/N realizes her long-time crush Shawn Mendes happens to be in that very coffee shop. Ellen got to have her fun.

Italics= what Ellen is saying

A/N: Who doesn’t love Ellen?

Originally posted by me-inpassing

“Alright, so in honor of her 18th birthday and all the success she has had this year, we sent (your profession) Y/N Y/L/N to a local coffee shop in Toronto where she is staying. I know, she actually prefers Canada.” Ellen Degeneres winks to her laughing audience.

The audience’s attention refocuses on the screen in front of them, showing Y/N in comfy sweatpants and a tank top.

Okay Y/N, if you hear me scream out loud: “It’s freezing cold outside, but I want to show off my abs!”

Y/N chuckles and whispers: “What abs?”, before shouting:


The people standing around her stare at her and laugh softly.

Okay Y/N, walk in the shop. 

Y/N grabs the door, and opens it, stepping into the nice coffee-smelling building.

Sniff around, and look like you’re heavily enjoying the aroma of coffee around you.

Shaking her head, Y/N walks further into the shop, sniffing around. She shuts her eyes and sighs.

The audience laughs, some of them muttering how she looked high while doing that.

What Y/N and Ellen did not know however was songwriter Shawn Mendes was sitting in the corner and had raised his head up from his phone upon Y/N’s arrival.

The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile. Shawn had always harboured a little crush on the renowned (your profession). They were following each other on social media and occasionally would retweet each other’s posts and such. Each time Y/N liked his posts, or tweeted something so goofy reflecting her personality, Shawn always had a little warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. They had met at the Teen Choice Awards, and he remembered clearly how amazing she looked in her dress and how much he couldn’t stop thinking about how they took a picture together on the red carpet. Since then, Shawn only saw glimpses of her at other award shows but never had time to go speak to her.

So, seeing her there today made his heart leap. He has never seen her in anything other than dazzling gowns, but he found her just as effortlessly beautiful in a laidback casual outfit.  

Okay, so walk up to the cashier.

Y/N coughed and whispered:

“Ellen um there’s a line.”

Cut the line! An audience member shouted. Ellen smiled. Cut the line.

Y/N took a deep breath in, and slid in in front of a man waiting in line.

“Um, excuse me?” He said.

Say you’re a celebrity.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry I cut you, but I am a celebrity.” Y/N responded, blushing slightly.

Ellen rolled around in her seat with laughter.

“Well miss that’s not an excu- Wait Y/N Y/L/N?” He gasps.

“Yes.” Y/N giggles.

“No way, my daughters love you! Can I get a picture?”

“Oh yeah, great! Tell them I say hi!”

And the man takes out his phone, snaps a picture of them together and leaves straight away exclaiming to his phone; without his coffee.

Alrighty then, Y/N you got out of that.

Y/N grins cheekily.

Shawn watches from a distance, a little perplexed. Was Y/N actually that rude about being famous? But yet again, her grin at the end was impossible to hate.

Y/N walked up to the cashier, waiting for Ellen’s directions.

Ellen kept quiet, pursing her lip to hold back laughter.

Y/N clears her throat, looking from side to side as the cashier watches her expectantly.

Playing with her hair awkwardly, she bites her lip.

“Can I help you miss?” The cashier asks once again.

“Hmm, oh yes.”

“So what can I get you?”

“Yep.” Y/N responds. She looks up to the hidden camera, raising her eyebrows slightly at Ellen.

Meanwhile in LA, Ellen is red from holding her breath and the audience is on the edge of their seats, waiting for Ellen and Y/N’s next move.

“I’m sorry, so what would you like to order?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” Y/N continues, swaying slightly from side to side on the balls of her feet to release some awkward tension.

“So uh miss, would you like to maybe hear the specials?”

Say: No, I know exactly what I want.

“No sir thank you I know exactly what I want.” Y/N answered.
“Okay perfect what would that be?”

Ask for a smoothie.

“Can I get a smoothie?” Y/N exhales, relieved the silence didn’t go on.

“Yes of course, we have strawberry, honey melon and mixed berry.”

Respond: Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle.

The color rose in Y/N’s cheeks.

“Ooh I love melons. They look a little bit like breasts. You know with the little circle in the middle. Looks like a nipple…” Y/N blurted out.

The cashier rose his eyebrows, then laughed out loud.

“Oh you are funny miss. So one small honey melon smoothie?”

“Yep, that’ll be that.”

Ellen then got an idea. Remembering her previous Ellen in Your Ear episodes, she decided to get a little bolder. Y/N, say: “But of course they don’t look like my breasts. Those melons are huge!”

“But of course you know, melons don’t look like my breasts. Ha ha um no, those are hu-uge.” Y/N gestured, positively red by now.

Shawn let out an involuntary laugh, clapping his hands on his mouth. This went unnoticed by Y/n who was too embarrassed and busy trying not to laugh, but not by Ellen.

“Wait, camera crew zoom in on the left hand corner. Aah ladies and gentlemen, there is singer-songwriter Shawn Mendes.” Ellen chuckled mischievously. Her audience oohs in surprise. “Y/N walk to the back of the shop and go sit beside Shawn Mendes.”

“Shawn Mendes?” , Y/N thought. Not the handsome, kind, down-to-earth singer Shawn right? The Shawn she has had a crush on for the longest time ever?

Y/N walked to her left, spotting him and sitting down beside him, hating herself for blushing.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hi! It’s so nice to see you here.” Shawn smiled back.

“So what brings you here?” He asked.

I needed somewhere to pee.

“I um yes, needed somewhere to pee.”

Shawn looked a bit confused, but carried on.

“Oh, bathroom’s broken at your place?”

Nope, I just love gross public bathrooms.

“No I just love gross public bathrooms ha. Love em!” Y/N squealed, wondering why she agreed to do this segment again.

“Anyway I heard your new single Bad Reputation and wow I can’t stop listening to it!”

“Wow thanks a lot, is that what you’re listening to now?” Shawn said, pointing to her earpiece.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second. Shoot busted, she thought.


Hand him the earpiece.

“Here, listen.” Y/N said, taking it out and giving it to Shawn.

He accepted it, feeling his flesh burn as he grazed her fingers and stuck it into his ear.

“Hello Shaaawn.” Ellen said into the earpiece.

“What? Y/N who is this?”

Y/N merely grinned and gestured to him to keep listening.

“It’s meeee, from Finding Nemo.”

“Ellen?” Shawn asked.


“Oh! That explains why you were doing and saying such weird things.” Shawn threw his head back in laughter as he placed the earpiece down on the table.

“So I’m guessing you heard what I said, eh?” Y/N cringed.

“Yes, it was very entertaining.”

“Eeven the melon part huh?”

“It was one of the best parts.” Shawn chuckled.

“Oh, and just so you know, I don’t actually enjoy peeing in public bathrooms.” Y/N remembered, earning her another laugh from Shawn.

“Well um, there’s this beautiful restaurant downtown, and their bathroom is not um gross.” Shawn said.

“Is this your way of asking me out to dinner?” Y/N giggled.

“Yes, you caught me.”

“Well I’d love to check out that restaurant. For their bathrooms, of course.”

“Yes yes of course.”

They sat there for a tiny while, just smiling back at each other, dumbstruck and not believing their luck.

“Yo lovebirds, you forgot I can hear and see everything.” Ellen shouted into the earpiece, causing the pair to jump.

“Oh right, excuse me Shawn I have to end the segment.” Y/N joked.

She stood up and said at the top of her voice to the people in the shop:

“Hey guys! I’m Y/N and if you saw what weird things I have said, it’s because… You’re all on the Ellen Degeneres Show!” She waved her hands happily at the cameras as the coffee shop cheered with glee.

“So, maybe we can check that restaurant out right now?” Shawn stood up next to her.

“I’d love to.”

“Okay, that wasn’t the best Ellen in Your Ear since there was no dancing involved, but if they do get together, I’m taking full credit.” Ellen stood up and said to her audience. They laughed and cheered, as TV screens worldwide went to commercial.


request: “hey, could you please write fred weasley x slytherin reader on number 26?” — by anon

a/n: loved this imagine tbh even though it is sorta rushed hehe x

 26. “Stop the sarcasm.”  

Masterlist + Request here! 

      “With all due respect, Professor McGonagall,” you began, your breathing slow and your tone quite annoyed, “I do not want to do anything with that — that — boy.”

    Fred, who was still in the same room, crossed his arms. “You know, that boy is still here and can hear everything you’re saying.”

    “Oh, I’m aware that he is, Weasley.” you scowled at his direction, right at the back where he was still sat on his desk while you tried to reason with Professor McGonagall. “Please, professor. Pick anyone else. Anyone but me.”

    The Transfiguration teacher’s lips twitched, as if she was fighting a smile, before sighing. “Unfortunately, Miss Y/L/N, you are the best in this class and the perfect one to tutor Mr. Weasley. If only I can do it myself but I have other duties to fulfill besides teaching and I simply do not have the time.” she looked down at you with her spectacles sliding down her nose. “Can I count on you to help a classmate to pass this subject?”

    You straightened your posture, pursing your lips in deep thought, closing your eyes afterwards. “Yes, professor. You can.”

   "Excellent!“ she cheered. “Now, move along, you two. And please, Fred, don’t try and scare her away.”

    Fred beamed at her. “To be honest, she’ll be the one scaring me, professor.”

    “Shut it.” you murmured at him, grabbing his wrist to drag him out of the classroom and to the library where you can get started.

    Of course, it was no mystery that the two houses — Gryffindor and Slytherin — had been rivals since the old days in Hogwarts. It wasn’t just the founders that had bad blood boil between them, but the students who were put into those houses as well. And you, as a Slytherin, and Fred, as a Gryffindor, it seemed too obvious that the both of you weren’t exactly considered as friends.

  You were muttering several curses under your breath as you take a seat across the red haired Weasley, who was frankly amused by the situation he was in. You set down your textbook on the table and raised your head up to look at him.

    “Transfiguration is an easy class. Why are you failing?” you genuinely asked him, but your face still masked the annoyance you were feeling at the moment.

    Fred smirked. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I have better things to do other than study?”

    “You clearly have the wrong priorities then.”

    He raised his eyebrows, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. “Of course, I do. Why didn’t I think of that? I should be helping my parents in raising my siblings, follow Percy’s footsteps, I should apply for a job in the Ministry —”

    “Okay, okay, stop the sarcasm.” you rolled your eyes, turning back to your book, a smile already making its way to your mouth because of the nonsense he was speaking of.

    Fred found himself grinning at your state. “So, what are we going to study?”

    You stopped at a page that you were quickly scanning and slid the book in front of him. “This one. You are familiar with the vanishing spell, right?”

    He nodded. “If I do this correctly, will I successfully make Mrs Norris vanish?” Fred questioned with interest.

    “Weasley, can’t you take anything seriously?” you were trying to hide a laugh. “But yes, you could. If you do it right. So, I suggest you read this first before we use our wands, alright?”

    Once you let go of the book, you started studying a different lesson for another subject. Fred was glancing at you from time to time as you scribbled something down on your parchment before he awkwardly coughed, your eyes flickering towards his.


    He smiled sheepishly. “Thanks for doing this. I know you’re not doing it because you want to but still, thank you.”

    You instantly felt all warm and fuzzy inside because of what he said. “You can thank me after you pass the test McGonagall is going to give you.” you returned the gesture, slowly bringing your attention to your assignment again.

    “And if I do pass the test?” he spoke again. “Can I take you out on a date?”

    “Yeah, of course you can.” you laughed, thinking that was he said was a joke. “Only a mad man would.”

    Fred’s face started to turn pink. “Yeah, I must be.” he whispered.

    You glanced at him and realized that he was being serious. “You do know that I am a Slytherin, right?”

    “So?” the smirk was back yet again. “I don’t know about you but I’ll be willing to pull a Romeo and Juliet.”

    “How do you even know that, you’re a pure-blood.”

    “So are you.”

    You concluded that there was no point in arguing with the stubborn and mischievous boy, causing you to focus your attention yet again on your homework, much to Fred’s annoyance.

    “Hey, you didn’t answer my question properly.”

    You huffed a breath. “Okay, sure, you can take me out on a date if you pass. Only if you pass, alright?”

    Fred grinned. “That’s enough motivation for me to study.”

    And with that, he started to read the Transfiguration textbook you gave him, making you snort and inevitably blush at the same time.

Better as Three Part 3 (M)



Part 1  Part 2

Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7)

Genre:  Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, AU

Length:     4,887 words

Plot:  After Jaebum comes back from a sudden out of the country business trip, the two of you finally reconcile and his desire to make it up to you reached a whole new level.

Warning/s:  Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Slight car sex, Blowjob, Deep throating, Mild spanking, Slightly dom!JB, Slight begging, etc.

A/N:  Third part; another het smut with the reader’s other boyfriend hahaha how lucky is this girl lmao.  And again this is very detailed and graphic so please read at your own risk!  I tried making this to full-on dom!jb… but I failed hahaha!  I hope you enjoy!!!


You will finally be out of work and you are more than excited to go home tonight.

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Week 1: Too Hot

Summary: the first installment of my month of sex games with Cas! this is “Too Hot”, where Cas and the reader have to kiss without touching. First to touch loses, and the winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smutty smut, 69ing, dirty talk, language

A/N: WHOOP. also writing 69ing is hard, no pun intended ;-)

*ps: nsfw gif further below the cut*

PPS: “Conisa aziazor adagita ol” means “make love to me” 

Originally posted by subcas

“Grab the toy and stick it in his what?” you read aloud in shock and confusion, shaking your head before closing your laptop, sighing and laying back on your bed. You had been trying for hours to google some fun and new sex positions and kinks for you and your boyfriend Cas to try, but so far, the only ones you had found were too uncomfortable or too kinky for you and Cas.

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Movie Date - Jughead Jones

Originally posted by diltons

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: You and Juggy go to a movie date at the drive-in on a cold, foggy night
Warnings: extreme fluff ♥
Word Count: 1,364
hey guys, this is my first riverdale related imagine but i’m obsessed with the show and Jughead so I just had to write something. Today where I live is super cloudy and misty and that’s what gave me the inspiration to write this, bc it reminds so much of the show and jug’s character. Enjoy.

It’s freezing out at the drive-in and as soon as you get there you think that you should have worn a thicker jacket. The wind blows the hair out of your face and you wrap your arms around yourself trying to shield your body from the cold. Looking around, you’re surprised to see that the usually crowded field it’s almost empty. Who would want to stay outside for 2 hours freezing out in such a cold night as this one, right? Only two weirdos like you and Jug. But to be honest, you prefer it this way.

 It doesn’t take long for you to spot the familiar black beanie and a tall figure  sitting on a chair with a bunch of blankets and snacks. A smile automatically  appears on your face while you walk until where he is.

“BOO!” you scream, jumping from behind the chairs and trying to scare him. 
“Ha-ha”, Jug mocks you, clearly unimpressed. “Did you really think I would get  scared that easily?” he asks, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, silly me.” You answer, smiling and playfully rolling your  eyes.

“Come here, sit. It’s freezing and the movie is about to start” Jug says, lifting  one side of the fuzzy grey blanket and patting the spot beside him.

“Oh, and what are we watching today?” You ask, curious about what he had  chosen for tonight. You loved his taste in weird and old movies and were  always surprised by the films he liked to watch.

“The Shining”, he says, lifting one eyebrow and doing a funny, dramatic voice.

“Oh my god Jug, are you kidding me? You know how much I hate horror  movies!”

“I know, but c’mon (Y/N), look at this weather. It’s freezing, it’s chilly, it’s misty,” he says, lifting his hands in the air and pointing to the sky,” I’m sorry, but this night demands a horror movie.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll watch it” you give in and sigh, realizing you have no choice. “But why do you have to be such an emo?” you purposefully mock him,  knowing how much he hated when people called him emo.

“Oh no. You did not just call me that!” He complains, turning his head to look straight at you, a surprised smile on his lips.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just messing with you” you reply, chuckling “let’s just watch the movie already so we don’t stay here until too late.” You finish your sentence and kiss him on the cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. That way you knew he wouldn’t say no.

“Yeah, let’s watch it. Even though you don’t like horror movies I think you’ll like this one. Jack Nicholson’s performance is phenomenal, one of the best until this day, in my opinion. The way he conveys his madness throughout the film is what makes it such a classic.”

“Look at you, geeking out again for these old movies” you say, looking at him with pure adoration in your eyes and stroking the black hair in the back of his neck. You love how nerdy he was when it comes to movies and books and you love it even more when he talks about it.

He was looking especially handsome tonight. His green eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were rosy due to the low temperature. Pieces of his dark hair were sticking out of his beanie everywhere, making him look even more adorable. You feel his warm hands on top of your cold ones.

“How can you not geek out when you’re about to watch The Shining? It’s one of my favorites” Jug answers, while the opening title appears on the giant screen.  

“Yeah, you got me, I’m curious now. I just hope it isn’t too scary”

“It isn’t, I promise.”

During the first hour of the movie you two just silently watch, surrounded by blankets. Legs are tangled in each other, Juggy’s arm is around your waist and your head is on his chest, the both of you struggling to keep as warm as possible.  Every now and then you would just look up to see the complete concentration on his face.

Suddenly, his voice breaks the silence “are you enjoying it?”

“Yeah, I thought I wouldn’t like it but the story is actually pretty interesting”

“I don’t mean the movie” he says with a serious look on his face, looking sad almost. 

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask confused, while sitting up so you could look directly at him.

“Are you enjoying this?” he questions, moving his hands between you and him “I mean, are you enjoying… us?”

He quickly looks down, a wave of insecurity getting the best of him.

“Juggy… why are you even asking me this?”

“I don’t know, I just… I just realized it’s almost midnight and you’re out here freezing your ass out, watching a movie you probably won’t even like”, he answers, a sad smile appearing on his lips, “and it’s all for me. I just need to make sure you’re enjoying it as much as I am”

“Oh my God, you’re adorable, you know that?” you reply, laughing and putting your hands on both sides of his face. “Of course I’m enjoying it. Are you kidding me? You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, you’re my best friend. And a boy that brings me on a date like this, c’mon! We’re binging junk food, snuggled up in 5 different blankets, with this whole place practically just for the two of us. And the best part is that I get to be with you. To be close to you. I wouldn’t trade you or this moment for anything, okay?

You immediately bring his face closer to yours and press your chapped lips against his pink ones, mouths moving perfectly in sync with each other. You needed him to know how much you mean every word you just said.

“I wouldn’t trade this for anything either, (Y/N).” Jughead says, sighing and moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Hmmm, not even if I offered you a hot chocolate right now? Your hands are colder than Cheryl Blossom’s heart.”

“Oh wow, my hands are really freezing then” he replies, an adorable laugh coming out of his lips. “But no, I wouldn’t trade you even if you offered me a big, delicious, creamy hot chocolate with a bunch of marshmallows on top. That statement right there is a big step on our relationship coming from me, I hope you know that.”

“My god, I didn’t know I was that important. Now you convinced me” you joke back and kiss him again, this time harder than the last, you just couldn’t contain yourself when you were near him.

These were the moments you cherished the most, the ones where it was just the two of you joking around, kissing, enjoying each other’s companies without a care in the world.

“Well, now that we have already lost important parts of the movie while being a disgustingly cute couple, can I take you home now? It’s getting colder even for me and I think it’s going to rain soon. Plus, I really want a hot chocolate now” Jug says smiling with a pleading look on his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s go. We can finish the movie at my place. And I’ll make you a big, delicious, creamy hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, how about that?” you ask smirking, remembering what he had said to you just minutes ago.

“Sounds good to me”, he replies, kissing the back of your hand and looking into your eyes, a playful smile on his lips, “it sounds really good to me.“

If you liked this one, my requests are open

EXO Reaction To Their GF Saying He Should Smile More Because She Likes His Smile

*GIFs Not Mine*

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Anonymous said:

Hello can I request the “bts reaction to their girlfriend saying they should smile more cuz they like their smile” but for exo….?.. It was soo cute.. :)

Xiumin: *sheepish, blushing, but unable to stop smiling, and also struggling to look you in the eye for a little while because he just starts blushing all over again.*

Originally posted by kpoop69

Luhan: *giggly little deer. I think this would make him really happy since he has that scar on his lower lip so hearing his girlfriend compliment his smile would that would bring him so many warm fuzzies*

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Kris: *he’d probably giggle for a second and then try to play it off all cocky and smooth, and fail at playing it off, so he’d go back to giggling*

Originally posted by i-growl-growl-growl

Suho: *doesn’t stop smiling for days, likely gets teased by the members and still doesn’t stop smiling. So much warmth and fluff in this bun-bun man*

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Lay: *another one who’d find it hard to stop smiling, and I picture him saying something like “you make so happy, baobei, I’m really grateful to have you’*

Originally posted by killeryixing

Baekhyun: *for once is quiet with a growing smile and simultaneous growing blush…when he regains his composure he’d probably shower you in compliments to return the favor*

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Chen: *will probably be shyly giggling for a long time, long enough that any over-confident, suave guy act he’s got going is thoroughly put to rest*

Originally posted by overnightprincess

Chanyeol: *I feel like this one likes to please, so immediately he’d be giving you a big grin and bobbing a bit, if his smiles make you happy, you will be getting the biggest and best of them*

Originally posted by dailypetal

DO: *simple, shy, happy floof*

Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl

Tao: *he’d be like one part shy and eight parts cocky. Like he’d play it off like he  knows his smile is the best but then also watch your reaction whenever he smiles to see if you really do like it*

Originally posted by asdfghjklool

Kai: *I think he’d be pretty composed. He’s beam, say thank you, and then hug you for an indefinite period of time, completely content with you.*

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Sehun: *much like Tao, he’d be one part cocky and one part shy. Initially he’d say of course you love his smile, it’s his smile and he is the Oh Sehun, but then he’d probably ask you if you really meant when you’re about to fall asleep and too tired to lie - he’d have a strategy*

Originally posted by luedeer

Here’s to Happiness (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 3,126

Warnings: swears and angst…

Authors Note: i know its been a while yall and im really sorry! its almost been a month. I had finals just this past week and i was so drained but i managed to milk this fic out! enjoy, and let me know what you thought!!

Summary: He deserved to be happy, but so did you. 

Dedicated to: @hamilton-noodles because she’s a super good friend of mine and makes me happy.

Not requested


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Say You Wont Let Go

Jungkook x Reader // oneshot // 5k words

Summary: Jungkook just wanted to have one night where he didn’t think about you, but unfortunately for him that can never happen.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of alcohol and vomiting

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG!! I feel so bad but ive spent a long ass time on this so I hope you like this oneshot!!! Its inspired by the song say you wont let go by James Arthur I literally love that song so much. enjoy!

Jungkook was hellbent on not going to the club that night. He really was. After an extremely long, and tiring concert all he wanted to do was crash in the dorms, and play Mario Kart with the rest of his band mates while consuming a copious amount of junk food. Unfortunately for him, his hyungs were all riding their post concert high and wanted to finish the night with shots and girls.

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OtaYuri - Thinkin’ Out Loud

Pairing: Otabek Altin x Yuri Plisetsky

Warnings: none really, emotions and kissing

Word Count: 1675

A/N: Written for @otayurism because I enjoy writing for people and they seem nice enough to write for <3

Summary: Otabek and Yuri get some practice time in together, which leads to an improv pairskate with lots of dips and kisses, done to only the best song for fluff and deep love; Thinkin’ Out Loud.

Yuri took Otabek’s hand as Ed Sheeran’s voice echoed throughout the rink, dragging him out into the middle of the ice. Otabek skated circles around Yuri a few times, stopping in front of him and placing his right hand on Yuri’s waist, Yuri placing his left on Otabek’s shoulder.

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For the Sake of a Kiss

“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”

― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

Spencer sat back at his desk, observing the festivities around him. It was the annual Christmas party at the BAU, and, as tradition, everything was fun in the beginning. Until all the drinking started. Now Garcia was wearing one of those silly hats that held mistletoe over the wearers head, and was kissing everyone in the office. Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle, the spiked eggnogs always sent her over. But watching he couldn’t help but ponder – what is a kiss?

The answer, simple enough, two sets of lips touching. But who even came up with such a thing? Again easy, the earliest recorded accounts of something alluding to a kiss were by the Vedas over three thousand years ago. But…what was it for? What was the point? It seemed to be just another excuse to touch. Something Spencer only reserved for specific people anyways. But why touch there, yes, kissing had far fewer germs than touching of hands, but why would someone just place their mouth on another? It seemed to be the sort of thing people did just to acquire and add up like a score card amongst their peers for the most part. It was intimate to some, and nothing to others. Some would kiss like it their lives depended on it, savoring that one touch from that one person like it was oxygen. For others kissing cheeks, hands, even lips to anyone who greeted them. It was one of the few things on this earth Spencer Reid could not fathom.

He had kissed, and he had been kissed. He had always kissed his mother’s cheek, had been kissed by Lila, and, yes, both of those affections were pleasant in their own way. But he couldn’t understand why. Of course he loved his mother and understood why a kiss farewell would symbolize something. But with Lila, was it the moment, was it because she was attractive, was it because he wanted to be wanted? He wasn’t sure.

“Why are you sitting here by yourself when a party is going on?”

His concentration broke as he looked up at you from his seat. He could feel his cheeks redden as he looked you over; it was odd seeing you out of your work clothes but seeing you decked in an oversized red wool sweater the pattern of white reindeers splattered across as it hit your thighs, tight blacks leggings and white fuzzy boots – it was nice. You were attractive regardless, but seeing you with your hair down instead of in a bun as it waved over your shoulders and the piece de la resistance, some goofy bell antlers Garcia must have snuck on you, he realized how much you shined. He had noticed your personality first; a mixture of Garcia’s bubbly exuberance, Emily’s snarkiness and sarcasm, and JJ’s mothering instincts, it all swirled together into something uniquely you.

“Spencer? You okay?”

He was staring and he shouldn’t be you were his friend, coworker, and all this thought on kissing is messing with his head. Clearing his throat, he sat up straighter.

“I’ve never really been a party person, especially when it comes with the drinking. Besides I’m afraid Garcia will attack me.”

They both turned at that, the bubbly blonde was currently placing kisses on Henry and Michael, both boys’ faces covered in the fire engine red lipstick, as she tickled them as they both wriggled in laughter.

“It’s sweet.”

His gaze moved back to you; your arms cross but a warm smile on your face as you watched.

“It is. She’s a good godmother.”

“And you’re a good godfather. Though I don’t know all of what you do in your spare time. You could be a Vito Corleone type of godfather in your off hours.”

He choked back a cough of laughter at that. “I’ve never made anyone sleep with the fishes if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“No, I don’t suppose you would, that seems more like Rossi’s department to me. He’s got too much of that Italian swagger to not have a ring to kiss.”


“I-I was just thinking about that.”

You tilted your head in interest. “Oh? Rossi or – “

“No, kissing, I mean not me kissing or anything. I meant to say I was thinking of kissing because of the season, with mistletoe and everything.”

He knew he was talking fast; you were wearing that smile you always reserved for when he rambled or fumbled with his words.

“I know it originated from like Norse mythology, I think, it might’ve been the Celtics.”

“The Celts hung mistletoe to ward off evil spirits whereas the Norse saw it as a symbol of love and friendship. But it wasn’t until the 18th century when it was used in middle class England to steal kisses.”

“And how many have you stolen tonight?”

“Me?!? No, I haven’t taken any, I don’t know why you think – “

He stilled your hand brushing his shoulder in reassurance.

“I’m only teasing you, Spencer. Come on, let’s get you out of that seat. Maybe you’d dance with me?”

You were asking him to dance? If only you knew he had two left feet.

“I don’t think so; you might like to have your toes by the end of the night.”

You feigned a pout, causing the burn to come back to his face. Adorable, being the first word that entered his mind. “You’re not being fair. Come on, you won’t even have to move your feet, we can just sway.”

Spencer tilted his head, hearing the melody for Jingle Bell Rock playing and he couldn’t help but feel skeptical. But the soft smile and warmness radiating from you eased him. If you were willing enough to look like a dork, why couldn’t he?

“Oh, what are you two doing over here? Especially with no decoration.”

Spencer watched as Garcia approached you from behind, pulling you back to place a big kiss to your cheek, a perfect outline of lips remaining as she pulled away.

“Oh, my God, you’re so lucky this matches my sweater, Pen.”

“Twenty-four shade shield, my dear. Here let’s do swaps.”

Garcia switched your antlers for the Dr. Seuss looking mistletoe. “I know our good doctor here hasn’t had a kiss tonight, and I’m pretty sure he’d prefer to get one from you.”

He knew he was flaming in embarrassment, but seeing you shy up was something he wasn’t used to. The red tinge going from your face down your neck was nearly captivating.

“Well, that’s what we get when we think about kisses, Spencer.”

He knew you were trying to make light of it, take away the awkwardness, but the shade of red remained.

“Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Since I am wearing this thing…would you, you know, want to kiss me?”

His mouth gaped. Did he? Then again would it mean nothing? A symbol of affection? He watched you looking at him in anticipation, and he wondered what you would feel as well. He wiped his palms across his pants.

“Um, sure.”

He already knew he was taller, he was taller than most people that worked here, but towering over you, and looking into your wide eyes he felt like he had shrunk.

“Do I kiss you or –“

“I think I’m supposed to kiss you since I’ve got the hat.”

“Okay –“

They fidgeted for a few more moments, before he heard you sigh, and with that he was sure you were going to walk away. Realizing the mistake you made. But then you were grasping his shoulder again, gaining balance as you tiptoed up enough to place your mouth on his.


There was a clicking inside his mind, like when he would put together links of clues from a case. It made sense. All of it. And when you pulled away he was almost desperate enough to bring you back up again the warmth and breath of you gone and leaving him chilled.

“Could I maybe…borrow that?”

You looked up at him in confusion, so he removed the headband himself, trying to keep any snags from getting in your hair. Placing it on his own head he heard you giggle, and he wanted to know what that sound would do when muffled with his lips. Pulling you up again, he placed them softly on yours, the laughter still not out from you and he could collapse as he felt the vibrations from you on him. It was a sharing, it was affection, it was life altering. He felt your fingers twiddle his hair and he allowed one of his own hands bury itself in your, and with that he had no idea if a moan was better than you laughing but he’d work day and night to find out.

“Way to go pretty boy!”

“Oh, but she forgot to put on lipstick.”

“I don’t think he minds.”

He could hear his friends like outside static around him, but it was as if the world had blurred, you the only image he could clearly see. Pulling back he waited for you to snap at him, tell him how inappropriate that was but you only gave a wisp of a smile.

“Not enough.”


“It’s from a book I read. ‘If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.’ I think that fits in here.”

He smiled at you. “I’d be willing to find out if you are.”

“Oh, I think we could find a way to arrange that, Spencer.”

A Night to Remember

Originally posted by illyria-and-her-pet

Written by Danielle

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2,310

Anonymous asked: Could you do a peter asking someone to prom fic? BTW you guys are great writers keep up the good work

A/N: Hey guys!! Man does it feel good to be back! I feel like I haven’t written a fic in so long and I am so sorry it has taken me this long to finally post one again! Life has just been crazy busy and I haven’t been in the zone to write anything good. I can’t just sit and have words flow from me magically, I have to have an idea and then go from there. And lately I haven’t had any good ideas. I know prom (especially promposals) are long done by now but I hope you guys can still enjoy! Congrats to those who are graduating! :) Christina and I will still work hard on any requests we have from you guys! We just tend to tackle them when either of us gets a good idea for one of them because we really want to make sure we put out good content you guys will like. We love you guys! Thank you so much for the continuous support <3 BTW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALMOST 2,000!! WE’RE SO CLOSE AND CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! xoxoxo

“Uh hey (Y/N)…? (Y/n)? (Y/N)!”

Tapping the end of your pencil on the tabletop, staring off into space lost in your thoughts, Peter shakes you softly to get your attention. Snapping out of it, you stop tapping your pencil and sit straight up in your seat, blinking to try and wake yourself up.

“Hm? Yeah, what? Oh sorry, Pete! I didn’t see you there..” you feel bad for not noticing him right away. The two of you have been really close friends ever since Freshman year, and then at the beginning of Junior year, Peter had finally asked you out. The two of you were both afraid it would ruin your friendship, but it ended up being the one thing in your life that made the most sense. The two of you together just felt right.

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Come with me - Michael Gray

Summary: Ever since Tommy came and told Michael who his biological family was, things haven’t been the same between you both. Every week he comes to meet you, in the meadow near his old town, where you both spend some time together. But over time the meetings become less frequent and you find yourself missing him more and more. 

A/N: Sorry, I got a little carried away with this. I just thought of the idea today and I wasn’t quite sure where I was going with it, but I hope you enjoy! 

Gif by me 

You decided to sit just outside the line of trees, hidden among the tall grass. It was your usual spot to meet, the linen sheet still laid out from the last time you were here. It was a warm Sunday afternoon and you were wearing a lightweight cotton dress- just above your knee- with a matching ribbon in your pristinely pinned hair.

Your meetings were becoming less frequent ever since Henry’s (or should you say Michael’s) biological family came looking for him. He promised he would always come back to you, but with his new life came new responsibilities and more reasons not to see you. Although, you tried your best to be happy for him, knowing he was never satisfied with the small town life he had here.

You waited almost an hour before you realised that he wouldn’t be showing; the sun had already begun to take its effect on the basket of food you brought with you. You were readying to leave when a low rumbling noise made you pause. With your hand you shaded your eyes from the sun, peering down at the road to see a car heading towards you.

Smiling giddily, you ran down the small hill towards him as he parked the car just off the side of the road. Almost knocking him to the ground, you wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing your arms up to his neck and kissing him. Chuckling against your mouth, he loosened your legs letting you slide down.

Placing your chin against his chest, you stared up at him, as he swiped some loose curls from your face.

“Hey,” he smiled.


After nibbling on ham sandwiches and forcing down a few gulps of the now warm milk, you sat with your head against Michael’s shoulder as he stroked your hair. Despite not seeing him in so long the silence was comforting, you didn’t have to say anything to prove how much you missed each other.

You lifted your head as Michael shifted to face you, a small smile playing on his lips. Burying his hand into his front pocket he pulled out a small silver tin, flipping the embroidered lid open with his thumb.

“Woah, wait… is that?”

“Drugs.” He answered, retrieving two small pills and throwing the tin to the side. Popping one into his mouth he swallowed dryly before gesturing for me to open mine.

“I don’t know…” I hesitated. “What if it doesn’t taste good?”

Throwing his head back, he let out a burst of laughter. “I’m offering you drugs and the one thing you’re worried about is how it tastes?”

Turning your head down, your cheeks warmed as you giggled.

“Here,” plucking on of the raspberries from its container, he placed the pill inside, licking the red liquid that now stained his fingers. “Open.”

Hesitating, you placed your tongue out slightly. The refreshing sweetness of the fruit hit your taste buds as you close your lips over his fingers, licking off the remaining taste as he slowly pulled them out.

“Better?” He muttered, tracing the line of your lips with his thumb.

Nodding, you leaned back against the blanket, looking up towards the clear sky. It had only been a few minutes but you could already feel the warm fuzzy effect it was having on you.

Michael remained staring down at you, his eyes hooded. He always thought you were very beautiful, especially now as you lay sprawled in the sun like a cat. He never regretted leaving the village- he fucking hated it- but he always found himself missing you. You both grew up together, your mother was friends with his and they always chatted about how they knew the both of you would marry one day. 

Leaning over he pinched the inside of your thigh where your dress had hiked up, revealing the top of your legs. Squeaking, you swatted it away, giving him a warning glare.

“You’ve always been ticklish.”

Without giving you a chance, he pinned you to the sheet with his legs, using his hands to squeeze and prod at your hips. Tossing your head back you let out a fit of giggling shrieks as you tried to shift from underneath him.

“Stop- Michael!” You were both panting when he finally stopped.

You were both extremely close to one another now, your faces inches apart. Shifting your head slightly you poked your nose against his, causing him to finally close the gap and place his lips against yours.

Your back arched, stomach grazing his as you pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

Pulling away, Michael brushed your cheek, pecking your swollen lips one last time before sitting up and placing his forearms across his knees as he sat facing away from you.

Lifting yourself up, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his clothed shoulder.

“What is it?” you whispered, leaning your cheek against his back.

He was silent for so long you almost forgot you even asked him a question, focusing on the relaxing movements of his back slowly rising up and down.

“Come with me,” he muttered.


“Come back with me.”

You were stunned for a moment, pushing away from him as your brows furrowed.

“Michael, I can’t-”

Suddenly, he turned to face you, his eyes pleading as he placed both hands on your face. “Come on, you know you’ve always hated it here! This small town was never good enough for us.”

Swallowing, you tried to grasp onto what exactly he was proposing.

“You wanted to go to London, right? I can take you. I have this life now… with opportunities and freedom to do whatever the fuck I want.” He smiled.

“But where would I stay, I couldn’t just intrude on your family like that.” You said doubtfully, shaking your head from his grasp. “Besides, I can’t just leave my mum on her own. It would kill her.”

“My biological mum- Polly, she will love you.” He encouraged.

Sighing, you swiped some hair back from your face. Of course, you wanted to go with him, but it wasn’t fair to just up and leave; your mother adored you, you were all she has.

Noticing the uncertainty on your face, he reached over and grasped your hand. “How about for the weekend? I can introduce you to my new family… then we can figure out some sort of arrangement.”

A smile tugged at your lips. This was what you wanted, deep down you knew that. You still wanted to be apart of his life.

“Okay.” You whispered.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you-” he joked.

“Okay!” You shouted, laughing.

You both stared at each other, smiling contently as he slowly took your head in his hand and kissed you sweetly on the lips.  

Music Series: Over and Over Again by Nathan Sykes and Ariana Grande

I hadn’t heard this song in a long time so it was nice to hear it again. I had forgotten there was a version he sings with Ariana, so I’ve given a link to the original and the collab via Spotify.

Give me romantic lyrics and I’m a suck-er. Anything romantic and I’m all in. The idea for this imagine came immediately before I even got halfway through the lyrics, so hopefully I’ll pop this one out a bit faster than I have been the rest today. Feel like my brain is in first gear and slowly oozing cheese because I’ve been writing so much cheesiness today it’s ridiculous! My apologies to those who prefer angst, just haven’t had the right songs in the queue yet for those. But never worry, do not fear, sooooo many songs in the queue, surely there are angsty ones awaiting you, plus I’m working on something else which will ooze angst like these have been oozing the cheese!

This is “Over and Over Again” by Nathan Sykes, with a collab with Ariana Grande.

Thank you for the request and for reading! xo



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— the books have eyes (M)

Genre: Smut (kind of crack) ➝ Hogwarts AU

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader.

Plot: The Ordinary Wizarding Levels, more commonly known as OWLS, are fast approaching and although he probably should, Hufflepuff’s treasure, Jung Hoseok, simply cannot find the power inside of him to study. Not until, that is, his girlfriend offers to lend a hand, and she wonders if offering to help him was the most suitable idea.

Warnings: Public sex, fingering.

Notes: A reuploaded works from my old blog because so many accounts were trying to steal the story, and I just got really mad, so here it is, uploaded by the original owner. Do enjoy.

“Eyes on the books, Jung.”

Your eyes momentarily flick up to land on Jung Hoseok, sitting staring blankly at the textbooks in front of him. Of course, he hadn’t always been staring at the book, since his mind had a tendency of wandering during study sessions in almost every class and it was normal behaviour by now. But, even Hoseok knew himself, that these exams were exceptionally important to him and in order to do well, he had to start studying soon.

The OWLS (Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the most important exams of your entire life, probably) were less than three weeks away, and while you had been cramming in pointless facts about Trolls and the perfect way to perform the stupefy spell, your boyfriend Jung Hoseok had been busy occupying himself with other things, meaning that he quite literally did everything he could to avoid studying for his OWLS. Whether it be Quidditch, which was a fair point since Hufflepuff had a match against Ravenclaw this weekend, or the lame excuse of having to help Jimin with something after class- you name it, he was doing it.

“Why are you so bad at studying?” You heard Jimin ask Hoseok, who was sitting right beside the brunette haired boy. You grinned, thanking the God up there that the side effects that caused Jimin to have a full head of orange hair for a month, thanks to Kim Namjoon’s dodgy potion, had finally worn off. “You know you’ll never become an auror if you don’t do well on these exams.”

“Yeah, but that’s what my parents want me to do,” Hoseok explained, avoiding the wary glares of the Professor, who couldn’t help but dislike Hoseok and his usual, energetic ways. “I don’t really want to be an auror. I might just settle for some muggle job or something.”

“You’d want to be an auror though,” Jimin continued. “Earn some good money so you and Y/N can live in the house of your dreams, surrounded by the tiny feet of your young.”

Hoseok grimaced for a split second before smiling sweetly towards you, catching your shocked eye as you glanced over. He’d always found it cute whenever you studied; wearing a face of pure concentration and your hair always fell into your face. At times like those, he wished most to just lean over and brush it out of your face, maybe kiss your temple if he was feeling risky- but then he remembered that Jimin had threatened to hex him into oblivion if he made him a third-wheel again and so for the benefit of his best friend, he restricted himself. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t admire you from afar, though.

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A Touch of Our Fingers (Woozi/Jihoon)

Originally posted by 12fools

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1831 words

Summary: The boys give Jihoon a hard time for not showing affection to you, so when you’re alone with him you suggest the Vulcan way of kissing to start him off.

Requested by: A shy cloud ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ hope you’ll like it!

It had been clear from the start that Jihoon didn’t fancy physical skinship. From a lack of morning kisses, to rarely ever initiating hugs, it had been evident - but being a person who generally wasn’t a huge sucker for romance, you were fine with it as well. There just, wasn’t a need for touches between the both of you, however baffling it may sound; as long as you were right beside him, and him you, you were both satisfied with the company. No frequent hand-holding, no dramatic cupping of cheeks while staring into each other’s eyes, nor will there be a time when the both of you would be sitting on each other’s laps. As compared to all the other outwardly romantic and cheesy couples, the relationship between you two had always seemed more platonic than romantic to people around you - filled with jokes, harmless pranks, and playful giggles throughout every date, however, the both of you still knew deep in your hearts that you were both meant for each other.

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