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It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush


Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 


ENTER USERNAME:

Cleopatra123

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

Male/Female

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

I’d rather not say/enter here:

WHAT ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?

Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other

PLEASE INDICATE YOUR AGE PREFERANCE:

19-24

CLICK ‘CHAT’ TO BE MATCHED WITH A PARTNER!

YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH ‘THOR562’.

THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHAT?

Yes/No

YOU ARE NOW IN A CHAT WITH THOR562, ENJOY!


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Boy’s Night: ReggiexReader! Mini Fic Part 1

hey guys! here’s another reggie oneshot :) feedback in my ask would be appreciated! edit: i decided to make this into a mini fic so if you want a part 3 with smut, lemme know!

Summary: Drunk Reggie texts when he’s at the bar with the bulldogs!

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of alcohol.

PART TWO HERE.

Originally posted by nooowestayandgetcaught

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“Grew apart”

It has been two years since you moved away from your hometown Riverdale and left your three best friends – Betty, Jughead and Archie, behind. Now you are back in town, feeling like everything has changed. 

Warning: none 
Jughead/Archie/Betty x Reader

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Simon Imagine - The meeting (mentions of Joe Sugg, Dan and Phil, etc)

REQUESTED:  “Hi!! I have a quite different imagine request but one where y/n is a beauty you tuber who lives in america and has a beauty release or something like that “think zoella” and her and Simon have been dating for a while and he surprises her at her product launch party”

The minute I entered the room a giant smile erupted over my face. Everything looked beautiful. The polished wooden floors were sprinkled entirely with glitter, sparkles and confetti, leaving my heels completely covered in a coating of shine. Over every wall were photos, polaroids, all from the several shoots I’d done in the past few years building up to this very moment. Pastels and neons, metallics and glitters, the entire room screamed colour, and it was very reflective of the way I felt in this very moment. I could not believe the job that had been done, and as I thanked everyone I was ecstatic; nobody could have done a better job of promoting the launch of my first ever beauty range.

It wasn’t long before people started arriving. I stood at the door for a while, welcoming those I had not yet met, admiring the clean city streets of London whilst I did so. The entire atmosphere was worlds apart from what I was used to back in LA, and I couldn’t help but feel like I knew which one I preferred. London was smaller, more comforting, less dramatic - there was a definite home vibe to it, and it was massively enjoyable.

“You must be Y/n, right? This event is incredible congratulations!” 

I turned around at the mention of my name, and was instantly greeted face to face by Zoe Sugg, the woman who had inspired me most to construct this event. I felt the blood rush from my face.

“Oh my gosh, Zoe! Thank you so much!”

“Aw it’s okay! Come on, let’s go inside, you shouldn’t be missing out on all the fun!”

I complied politely, taking her arm and walking through the hallway towards where my event was taking place. Inside everybody had arrived. There were youtubers everywhere, taking photos, vlogging, testing out the products lined up along the stands and tables. Zoe turned her head towards me.

“Have you tried anything from the sweet table yet?”

“There’s a sweet table?” I asked, astonished. Her face softened into a humoured smile and I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty.

“Yeah, I thought I as much. I know when you’re planning these things it’s hard to actually experience them. Let’s go get food!”

She tugged on my arm slightly, taking me in the direction of where three tables stood consecutively. Each one was decorated in different types of confectionery; jars of brightly coloured sweets, plates of cupcakes, bowls of marshmallows and chocolates. I picked up a mason jar of pink lemonade as Zoe pulled me over to her group of friends.

“Y/n, I want you to meet Alfie, Joe, Louise, Dan and Phil. Guys this is Y/n, the creator of this event and it’s products.” 

I was greeted with a chain of hellos and hugs, and it occurred to me how attractive the British vloggers truly were. I sipped on my straw to suppress my nerves as I made small conversation. I had met so many lovely new people tonight, and yet still there was one left; Simon Minter. I had met him over twitter, and skype, and facetime and Snapchat and every other social media currently existing, however face to face was still yet to happen. Despite our lack of actual human interaction I felt hugely attracted to the boy, something that was no secret to my fans and followers, who had been tweeting me since sunrise asking if today would be the day of our meeting. Secretly I had been hoping for months that it would - I was desperate to see him, hear his voice without the robotic alterations, touch him for the first time. Even my managers were keen, set on the fact that the presence of someone with that large of a following would do nothing but good for the sales of my products. However, realistically, a place as pink and glorified as this would be no place for a fifa youtuber. I tried to shake this thought in order to keep up my high spirits.

“So Y/n, what made you decide to host your event in London, why not LA?” Dan asked with genuine interest. 

“It’s where most of my following is,” I smiled. “And I’ve always wanted to visit anyway, so it seemed to make sense.”

“Ah. Yeah it’s a decent area!”

“Does that desire to visit correlate in anyway with a certain Fifa youtuber? Someone who’s name perhaps rhymes with Dimon?”

I blushed as everybody laughed at Joe’s comment. “There is that, I suppose. May I ask how you know of mine and Simon’s interactions? Big fan of my Q&A’s?”

“Well of course Y/n!” Joe laughed, a flirt of light hearted mockery laced in his voice. “Although it definitely helps that I’ve been blessed with the privilege of playing cards against humanity with the Sidemen, so I’m pretty clued up on the extent of your relationship, actually.”

My face heated as I squirmed. “I won’t ask anymore on that one!”

“Probably for the best.”

The conversation continued for a while. Louise complimented me on my dress, Dan and Phil quizzed me on my life and I tested out some of my scrubs and moisturisers on Joe’s face. As I l talked, my eyes turned to Zoe and Alfie, who were whispering just beside me, Alfie’s eyes down at his phone. I raised an eyebrow as Zoe looked up at me.

“You know what Y/n, I think you and I should go and take some photos in the photobooth.”

“Um, sure..?” Her spontaneity threw me off slightly as she took my arm once again, speed walking me out of the room. There’s a photobooth too now??

“And here we are!”

I admired the golden machine, my name sprawled on the side in large, sparkly letters.

“Wow..” 

“It’s pretty, isn’t it.” She smiled. “And talking of pretty, you look amazing, so get your bum in there first!”

I smiled. Someone like Zoe was impossible to say no to. She watched me eagerly, Alfie not far behind as I pulled back the red curtain..

“Oh my God!”

Sat on the swivelling stool inside was none other but Simon. He looked outstanding, all clad in a black and white suit, his collar opened slightly missing a tie. His hair was still red toned, and it looked surprisingly good as he climbed out of the machine and picked me up off of the ground. 

“Hello Y/n.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was much deeper than what I was used to, although still just as soft and comforting, especially whilst blessing the syllables of my name. My cheeks ached from grinning.

“Simon! I didn’t think you’d be here!” 

“Why would you think that? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I didn’t exactly think face masks and bath bombs were your thing, funnily enough.”

“Hey, you don’t know my lifestyle.” He joked, and I smiled.

“Very true, I don’t.” He released me from his arms. “But I’d like to.”

“Well, if ever there was a moment I was more sure of wanting you to find out, I think it’s this one.” My cheeks heated for what seemed to be the tenth time tonight as Simon held me at arms length, his eyes scanning up and down my body, focusing on the curves of my silky red dress. “You look..incredible, Y/n.”

“And you, Simon.”

We stood for a second, just watching eachother. I paid particular attention to his eyes and their deep blue pigment. He looked younger in real life, his face fresher, a lot brighter without the dim of a computer screen in front of it. I felt zoe touch both our arms.

“Right you two love birds, let’s go back to where the party’s at, come on!”

We both grinned as her and Alfie shuffled ahead.

“11 million subs just touched my arm. I’m gassed.” Simon whispered, and I hit his arm playfully.

“Aren’t you used to it? You live with the KSI.” I quizzed him as we walked along.

“Oh trust me Y/n, 15 million subscribers touches you in a very different way.”

mnemnems  asked:

Funny that I found out I was ace right before pride month lol. Anyways, would the Voltron Family do anything for pride month? Maybe involving older Lance, Pidge and Lotor with their two daddies (Hunk joins in too of course).

helena1205 said: Can we get the Voltron Family celebrating Pride-month?-or a little celebration for themselves as a family? They all have their own sexuality that is a part of the lgbtaq+-community. Happy Pride Month!!!

[The Voltron Family] Lance was the very first one out of the three to join an LGBTAQ+ organization in college. He loved it so he invited Pidge, Lotor and Hunk. They had upcoming events for pride month and they were all brainstorming and Lance was part of the events committee. 

President: Do any of you guys know anyone who could perhaps give a talk about their experiences or at least just share something inspirational?
Member 1: Doesn’t Lance have two Dads?
Lance: *turns head* *whisper shouts* What the hell, Jack?
President: *hopeful* Is that true, Lance?
Lance: *turns back* Um, yeah. 
Member 2: We have to invite them! You think we could do that, President? 
President: Are they free sometime this month?
Lance: *pouts* I’m not sure.They’re super busy *looks around at his friends with hopeful eyes* *sighs* But I can ask?

Lance took a deep breath as he entered the master bedroom at 10pm. He climbed the bed and placed himself between his two daddies.

Lance: *looks up at the ceiling while lying down* *nervous* So.
Shiro: *puts down his book* *looks at Lance* So? 
Lance: *connects both of his hands on his chest* There’s going to be an event in school for my org. And. *gulps* We’re looking for speakers.
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Speakers. With an “s.”
Lance: *gulps* *nods* And my stupid friend—let’s hide him under the name of Jack Hudson—mentioned that I have two dads. And they asked me if you guys could be speakers and share your experiences as part of the community and—
Shiro: *smiles* When is this?
Lance: It’s more like, when are you BOTH free, if ever you’ll do it. I know you’re all very busy and stuff—
Keith: *checks his phone* I’m free… *scrolls* the week after next.
Shiro: *checks his phone* Don’t have any operations on a Friday that week.
Keith: *looks at Shiro* We could do Friday then.
Shiro: Friday it is. 
Lance: *looks at them back and forth* WAIT. HOLD THE PHONE. You’ll do it?

Lance was pacing back and forth outside the auditorium, waiting for his Dads. Pidge, Hunk and Lotor were already inside along with the rest. When they arrived, he ushered them backstage and signaled the president to begin.

President: For our speakers today, we have two Dads of our very own Lance, Pidge and Hunk. *smiles* One of them is a Best Selling author which I believe most of us have read his books, the other one is one of the top brain surgeons of the country. *muses* I know. What a very interesting couple. So let us all welcome Keith Shirogane and Dr. Takashi Shirogane.

Everyone clapped and soon Keith and Shiro emerged from backstage and the clapping kinda stopped for a few seconds because apparently everyone was staring at the two men (except for Pidge, Lance, Hunk and Lotor who were all looking at everyone else’s reactions). Both of them were holding hands while smiling, walking towards the center of the stage. Keith had his red leather jacket on, while Shiro wore a black formal dress shirt. 

Person 1: *whispers* Holy. Shit. They can’t be Dads. They look so young?
Person 2: *whispers* The one in red is so my type. 
Pidge: *looks at Lance, Hunk and Lotor* *smirks* It has begun. 
Hunk: *face palms* Every. Damn. Time.
Lotor: *chuckles* They make quite an impression. 

Shiro: *holds his mic* Hello, everyone. *smiles*
Everyone: Hi! *cheerful*
Shiro: *chuckles* Excellent crowd tonight. So, my husband and I— *looks at Keith fondly*
Everyone: *teases them* *whistles*
Keith: *looks at the crowd* Please. We’re already married. None of that teasing.
Everyone: *laughs*
Keith: Anyone here who are asexuals? Please raise your hands. *sees a few hands including Pidge’s and Lotor’s* Beautiful. *smiles* I’m ace myself. *places hand on chest* And I married someone who isn’t.

Suddenly the audience were a bit surprised and a lot of hands shot up to ask questions. They shared their story, from when they met, to falling in love, to getting engaged, to finally getting married and then adopting kids.

Shiro: The thing is, there will always be people who will judge us, stare at us like we’re wrong to be who we are. But please, don’t even let that get to you. Ever since I got together with Keith and had our little family *smiles lovingly at Lance, Hunk and Pidge* we’ve been kicked out of a restaurant by a homophobic manager, our kids had been bullied for having two dads. Every day has been a battle, but it’s a battle that we’re all winning. 
Keith: You get up to face a new day, you’re already winning. You put on that binder while you dress, you’re already winning. You look at your face in the mirror knowing you’re not going to take anyone’s shit, you’re already winning. No one, and I say no one, should tell you how you should feel, dress, act and speak except yourself. There might be bruises along the way, but let me tell you it’s gonna be worth it once you get back up again. *smiles at Shiro*
Shiro: *squeezes Keith’s hand*
Pidge: *sniffles* What the hell. They’re still so corny.
Hunk: Pidge, use this. *hands a hanky for her to sneeze on* And Lance stop taking photos of Pidge being sensitive. Lotor, can you please stop him? Pidge, that’s my hand!! 

After the talk, so many people went up on stage to take photos with Shiro and Keith and they were both so overwhelmed. So many aces gathered around Keith to ask him more questions, while Shiro entertained those who were telling him they were such an inspirational married couple. Lance, Hunk and Pidge saw all of these and they were quite proud of them.

Pidge: *points at a guy beside Shiro who was smiling so wide* That’s the dude who said Daddy Shiro was hot.
Hunk: PIDGE!! *scandalized*

Eggplants and Peaches [Gaston x Lefou]

Description: The domestic Gafou sexting au you never knew you needed!

Warnings: None really, just Gaston bein a super thirsty fuckboy and Lefou having absolutely none of it at work ft. Belle and Adam’s Unfortunate Interference™ . Enjoy😘  


Lefou was in a meeting, and his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. It must be Gaston- his boyfriend craved attention, even when he knew Lefou was busy. 

Checking his phone, he squinted. Were those… emojis?

From: Gastt

Feeling a little *fire emoji*

Lefou frowned, scrunching up his nose as he reread it. Then another one came buzzing in.

From: Gastt

What I meant by that was, my *eggplant emoji* is feeling extremely *fire emoji* *fire emoji*

“Subtlety is not his strong suit,” Lefou muttered under his breath, and typed out a response.

From: Lefou

That’s nice

He waited for the inevitable response, which came a minute later.

From: Gastt

What, you wouldn’t like my *eggplant emoji* in your *peach emoji*? Or my *muscle flex emoji*? because I’m fairly sure you would *heart emoji* it

Lefou shifted in his seat, trying not to smile.

From: Lefou

That’s beside the point, I’m in a meeting

From: Gastt

Oh lovely, you’re not busy then

Picture this, Lefou: tonight when you get home, my latest *steak emoji* roasting over our *fire emoji*, you rubbing my *feet emoji* and maybe rubbing my *eggplant emoji* too.

Lefou hated himself for being turned on by his boyfriend’s stupid fucking emoji sexting.

From: Lefou

Stoppit, I can’t get hard in my meeting, my boss will literally *knife emoji* me if she sees

From: Gastt

Belle likes you, don’t worry about it

Anyway, as I was saying- I’m going to make you *explosion emoji* harder than you’ve ever *explosion emoji* before from the sound of my voice alone, as you *hand emoji* my *eggplant emoji*

“So many eggplants,” Lefou shook his head, and Belle looked over from where she was giving a presentation on how to better market their company’s latest addition to children’s literature.

“Pardon?”

“I said…” Lefou stammered, looking up, “We should definitely have more eggplants in there. Children love talking vegetables.”

“Lefou, I value your opinion greatly,” the petite brunette woman said softly, “But this is a book about a soccer ball.”

“Ah,” Lefou nodded, “Point taken, back to the drawing board for me.”

Belle seemed to find this amusing, and as she turned back to the plans in front of the group, Lefou sucked in a breath. Two new messages.

From: Gastt

Unless you don’t wish to *hand emoji* my *eggplant emoji*

Which I would be very sad about

From: Lefou

And I thought I was the needy one

From: Gastt

You are, once I have you on all fours and I’m *number 9 emoji* inches deep in you.

Lefou crossed his legs, suppressing a whine. He was going to murder Gaston in cold blood when he got home for this.

From: Gastt

Lefou answer me or no *water droplets emoji* tonight

From: Lefou

We’ve fucked consecutively for the past fourteen days, I think I can manage a night without your dick

From: Gastt

I’m shocked and offended *puffing angry face emoji*

Lefou didn’t respond.

From: Gastt

Fine, I’m going to hide your favourite sweater vest. The magenta one you look especially dapper in, you know the one.

I’m hiding it as I type this

From: Lefou

You monster

From: Gastt

*suit emoji* in the *street sign emoji*, *monster emoji* in the *bed emoji*

From: Lefou

I only sort of know what you’re trying to convey there…

Lefou let out a quiet groan as he shut his screen off and dropped his phone on the table, and Belle passed out sample leaflets with Adam, who had been sitting beside Lefou. Gaston could use his *hand emoji* all he wanted while he waited for Lefou to get home.

About ten minutes later, just as the meeting wrapped up, Lefou grabbed the phone off the table, and left as quickly as he could. Adam, Belle, Plumette, and everyone else did the same.

Gaston called, and was just finishing himself off as the call was answered- this would have turned Lefou on beyond belief, if it had been Lefou who answered it.

The short man frowned down at the unfamiliar lock screen as he opened the phone in his hand, and saw a picture of a huge wintery garden… not his background.

Shit, had he picked up the wrong phone in place of…

Then Adam walked out of the meeting room behind him, eyes wide with trauma.

“Mr. Lefou,” he said solemnly, unable to look him in the eye, “I believe your boyfriend wishes to speak with you.”

Lefou blushed deeply, and the blonde man snatched his own phone back as fast as he could before rushing off into Belle’s arms to recover. Lefou looked down at his lock screen photo of the shirtless selfie Gaston had taken of himself with Lefou’s phone making a kissy face, and put the device to his ear.  

“Ready for my eggplant?” Gaston asked smugly over the line with a few husky, laboured breaths, and Lefou immediately guessed what just transpired. He wiped his fingers over his face, and nodded.

“I am so ready for your eggplant.”

Check yes or no: part two. A do over because of formatting

Check yes or no: part two IN ITS ENTIRETY, sorry for this who couldn’t see it all before.

Hello all, to those who still care and/or remember this little story of mine. For those of you who do not have memories akin to an elephant’s, you can fine part one HERE. I warn you now this chapter is a bit of a filler chapter, and probably could be better. However, I do have Part three (psst, this is no longer a three part story!) itching to get out and posted. So, hopefully it will be written by tomorrow as i’m off with nothing to do.

To the anons who long ago sent me messages to be about this story, don’t worry I have never forgotten, the answers are coming.

to @takemeawaytocamelot If I know my time zones like I think I do, it should still be Memorial Day for you, and well, you know the old saying: Christmas Day/Memorial Day, potato/mango (haha). I am so sorry I inadvertently lied to you about this story, but I never forgot about it. I hope you like it.


Part two:

God, she had missed him. She had tried to tell herself it wouldn’t be that bad, they would call and write, or they would see each other on holidays. But about thirty seconds after walking away from him, she burst in tears. Years, they had been apart for years. A significant percentage of her life. But it didn’t matter anymore; he was finally coming home.

Waiting in the main area of the train station, Claire couldn’t stand still. She continually ran a hand through her hair as she checked the arrivals board, not becoming even remotely calm until she saw him. Taking a deep breath of relief, she watched as he walked off the escalator. He stood tall compared to the hunched weary looking travelers around him.  She noticed he still had the old baseball hat she had given before he left. It was currently blocking her from his line of sight.  She couldn’t contain herself anymore, her hand shot into the air and she yelled his name, “Frank, over here!”


    Looking up to find her, he smiled and everything else she had been feeling seemed to fade away.  The drive home was anything but quiet.  They spoke of everything and nothing, trying their best to update each other on the last several years. Claire told him of her adventures globetrotting with Lamb and her excitement to be finishing out schooling before university in a real school, lockers and All!  Frank in turn told her of finishing his university studies and looking forward, much like her, to working with Lamb again in a real school, students and All!


    They were so caught up in conversation, that neither noticed the passing countryside that they had previously been so excited to explore. Neither had spent much time in France before, but were pleased when Lamb had been offered a permanent professor position, with Frank as his assistant. While still quite active, the years were beginning to catch up with him, so it would be good for him to have a more stable life.


    Pulling the car in front of the house, Claire gathered their things and made her way up the stairs but before opening the door she was stopped. Frank held her hand, an odd look on his face, “Claire, um, before we go in. I should probably…”


    He was cut off when Lamb pulled open the door and welcomed him back from his trip. He ushered him in through the house, conversation on the stairs momentarily forgotten, to what could assumed to be the office.

“That girl, how could you even, how do you deal with…ugh, she’s just terrible Jamie”


    “Hello to you too, Janet.” Jamie said, trying as hard as he might not to laugh, as he opened the door for her.


“What did she do now to have displeased you so?”


    “That girl canna have more that three functioning brain cells, it’s not possible. How she manages not to get lost on her way from her closet to the bed each day I’ll never know.”


    He couldn’t stop himself this time and burst out laughing at the image. Jenny just continued on, pausing only long enough to glare at him. “Oh sure, laugh about it. YOU didn’t have to sit in a car all day with her,and you didn’t have to listen to her as she tittered back and forth between dresses! I mean really, how can you stand it? What do you two possibly do together? It canna be her skills as a conversationalist!”


    Stopping then, she caught her breath and finally noticed his smirk, which turned into a full blown smile as he doubled over laughing.


    Huffing at him, she began to rummage through her bags. “Never mind! I don’t want to know!”


    “I’m sorry you had such a bad time with Annalise, but she’s really not that bad.  Maybe while you’re here you’ll get to know her a bit better. But, it is so good to see you, ye’ve been missed. I know Ian hasn’t been able to stop talking about your visit.”


    Jenny snorted looking at him in disbelief, “Not that bad, huh?” The smile she saw made her own turn up into the real smile he hadn’t seen in so long. He had been away from home for a few years now with little more than short school break visits to tide him over and it was never enough. Jamie couldn’t wait for this last year to be done with so he could make his way back.


When he had been accepted here, he hadn’t thought it would be as bad as it was, he had been so excited and so wrong.  Tonight, he thought he’d be able to get a bit of home back. Tonight was the welcome back ball and with Ian and Jenny with him, they would bring a little of the highlands to France.

Claire was putting on the final touches to her outfit for the night. She had spent the majority of the day on the phone with Gilli making sure that what she had put together would work as well as she was told it would. Pouring over her jewelry box for the millionth time, she contemplated once more just calling it all off, pulling on jeans and going to a movie. But, she had purchased her dress and shoes with Gillis a month or so before on her last visit to Scotland with Lamb. It seemed an awful waste of what she was assured many times wasn’t too much and would get the attention of every man there. The deep red, she had to admit, did contrast nicely on her pale skin and dark hair, but she was still nervous.


    Making a splash was all well and good, but doing so at a new school was something entirely different. She did her best not to think too much on those thoughts and the ever persistent voice in her mind saying, “Just be careful.” The sound of Frank coming in downstairs pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked into her jewelry again, selected ruby and gold earrings her mother had left for her, slipped her shoes on, and walked out of her room, deciding it was now or never.
   

“Hello Frank, you look very handsome. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tuxedo.”


    She always thought that saying that someone was breathtaking was always a bit of an exaggeration, but Frank seemed to have lost his looking up at her, coming down off the stairs. She had never felt more powerful and sure than she did in that moment.

Coming up to him, he had finally gathered himself enough to tell her how beautiful she was. From his words and Lamb’s photo happy tendencies, she blushed a very close second to color she wore.  She finally relaxed a bit as they drove to the venue.  They stayed quiet through most of the ride, but she knew that she was ready. These types of events, while uncommon in her life, were not completely foreign to her.  She had, in the past, accompanied her uncle to various faculty events and research galas. She knew that, if nothing else, tonight she could mingle and get to know her new classmates in a more relaxed setting.

Walking up the main staircase, Claire could hear the chatter of people and the beat of the music.  She paused a moment before walking in, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We don’t have to go in you know. We can go somewhere, anywhere else; if you’d like.”
   

She looked between him and the doors for a moment, squared her shoulders and turning the knob saying “No. It takes a lot to surprise me anymore, Frank. I don’t expect anything in there to change that. Let’s go.”

Spinning around the floor, Jamie tried his best to take in his surroundings. He hadn’t really gotten the chance to talk to anyone, or even get something to drink. Upon entering, Annalise had drug him on to the floor and only briefly seen fit to let him rest. He didn’t mind too much really. Though, Jenny’s rant from earlier came back to him, as Annalise had also been talking for the better part of an hour, about what, he had no idea.  But, overall he was having a very nice time.


Jenny was beaming and Ian’s smile hadn’t slipped once, he never was able to take his eyes off of her. Annalise looked lovely too, she wore a fitted peach colored gown and since picking her up that evening, he, too, found himself staring at her when she looked away. Suddenly, something felt different, and he couldn’t place it. He tried to get her attention, though there wasn’t much hope of that while she kept talking. He brushed it off, determined not let his thoughts go past the two of them dancing.


    Suddenly, the song came to an end, switching to something much louder and more upbeat,  he was ushered off the floor towards the refreshment. She had pulled him down a bit so he could hear her over the music.

“I am going to run to the ladies, would you mind grabbing me a drink?”


    He nodded and pushed his way gently through those standing around talking. Placing his request, he finally got his chance to look around, and to see who had shown up with who. While not much of a gossip, he found it was better to at least know the goings on as it made his life altogether easier.

He hadn’t paid much mind to those immediately around him, only registering bodies moving in and out of the area. As his drinks were handed to him though, he saw a flash of red come up to the drinks area and directly into his arm.

“Oh! I’m so sorry… erm, excusez-moi.”


    It was quick, but he had caught it. English. Good French, from what he could hear, but definitely English. He turned to pick up a few napkins and decided to stick to English as well in response.

He chuckled cleaning off his kilt, “Nae, it’s no bother. Really, worse has be spilt on me before.”  He look over his shoulder then and his heart stopped.

“Claire…”

Open Mic

Tyler Joseph x Fem!Reader | masterlist

AU: Tyler lays low at a coffee shop open mic night and happens to see you perform.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Been a bad couple of weeks. A Josh fic will be out as soon as I can write it! Thanks for 1k followers again :’)

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety attack


Tonight was open mic night at your local coffee shop. They happened once a month and you had gone to them for a while now, sometimes with friends, and sometimes alone. You had always wanted to perform but were always terrified, so instead you just watched. However, your best friend had talked you into finally performing.

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Pregnancy AU scenario with Taehyung

words: 5k

notice:  OKAY i’M GONNA WRITE ALL MY IDEAS DOWN BECAUSE i DON’T THINK i CAN REST IF i DON’T AND i’M SURE AS HELL NOT WRITING THIS 20K FF UU NO what am i doing with my life

So it all started when you and Taehyung, a happy couple of two and a half years go for two weeks vacation and you forget to bring your pills. Of course you used other means of protection because you sure as hell don’t want to have kids while being 23/24 with money barely enough for living and Taehyung being in the same situation. But hey, universe doesn’t give a fuck and few weeks later you find yourself sitted on the toilet lid in your bathroom, your period almost two weeks too late, waiting anxiously for a home pregnacy test to be ready to check. You cannot curse yourself enough when you see it’s positive. Panicking you flee to your best friend for a night to avoid Taehyung asking questions about your state because you can’t tell him right now when he is so absorbed with playing Overwatch with his friends and your thoughts are a mess. You don’t know how he’s going to react so you decide you need to be more level headed while you tell him. 

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Size Isn’t Everything 3/4

(Yes it’s 4 chapters now)

Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog.
Chapter: 2/4  Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here
Words: ~2745 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink,

Many thousand apologies for the long delay in between chapters. Blink and weeks disappear. The final chapter should be up before the end of the week, and thanks for still reading!

forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta!

“They’re a Black Sabbath tribute band, Kurt. I think they do country versions of all the songs.” Rachel scrunched her face at him. “I think it’s supposed to be ironic.”

“Rachel, we’re in Brooklyn, of course it’s supposed to be ironic.”

The bar was much more crowded than he had expected, with probably close to 40 or 50 people filling up the small space. The stage was low, but so was the ceiling and the band were already crammed up on the tiny stage when they walked in. He and Rachel bought drinks from the bartender and perched themselves near the rear.

“Are we staying for the whole show?” Kurt asked.

“Come on Kurt, Tina and Santana have been rehearsing for two weeks. We all promised to support each other in our creative pursuits.”

Kurt held his hands up. “I’m here! I’m supporting! But I fully expect you will all be there when my show opens.”

“Of course we will.” Rachel patted him on the shoulder, nodding. “I’m going to text Santana and tell her we’re here. I don’t need her to get all pissed off thinking we didn’t show.”

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Put That Phone Down

Audrey Jensen X Y/N

A/N: It’s a little cheesy, but I hope you enjoy. I’ve been having a hard time getting myself to write lately and I apologize. This is a little fluffy and cheesy. This fic is basically about Audrey and her girlfriend hanging out. I apologize if the writing is a bit weird. Idk. I didn’t want to post this, but it’s done. have a good night.

Music that inspired this update: Lost Kings - Phone Down ft. Emily Warren

You sat on the edge of Audrey’s bed with your phone in hand, everyone had become more obsessed with their phones over the year, more than the usual and with good reason. Mainly since your friends were getting anonymous texts that usually lead to a death of another friend or information about it. In anxiety you kept your phone above a 50% charge at all times just in case you were to receive another text or a call from a distressed friend. Today after school you were spending time with your girlfriend, it was a friday and plans were up in the air.
Audrey was moving around in the background. The room suddenly gets dark as she slides the curtains close over the large windows that exposed most of her room to the world. Little slithers of light sprinkle through out the room. You lazily plop down on to the bed and hold your phone up to eye and start to scroll through the usual social media pages. Brooke had posted another selfie with perfect makeup, Stavo another drawing, Emma had posted a photo of a leaf made with steamed milk in a coffee, and Noah had posted a photo of a horror movie poster that had just been added to the side of the theatre Audrey worked at. They all seem to be distracted from what was happening in town, but there you were anxious for more of it, more signs, more ways to solve who the killer was.

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Nine ~ Chapter Two

An EXO murder mystery AU feat. ot9

Not requested

Genre: Suspense // Smut

Member(s): Zhang Yixing, Byun Baekhyun, Kim Jongin, & Oh Sehun

Summary: (of this series) Fourteen deaths and counting. Nine suspects. One killer. Can you catch the killer before he catches you?

Summary: (of this chapter) You are introduced to a few more characters, AKA Kim Jongin and Oh Sehun. And there’s smut so…be careful.

WARNINGS: Stalking, violence against women, killing, violence in general. Also, smut.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four} {Chapter five} {Chapter six} {Chapter seven} {Epilogue, coming soon}



A risk. A huge one, especially on your part. But you know you’ll have to do anything to solve this case. Even if it involved something moderately illegal. “What’s the one condition?” you cautiously ask him.

You hear him cynically laugh. He thinks you’re now wrapped around his finger. Not for long though. He thinks you aren’t a professional. He think he knows exactly who you are. Soon…soon he’ll find out you aren’t what you seem like.

“Well love…come over tonight and you’ll find out.”


You tense up. What type of condition was this? Did he want you in his bed? Did he want to kill you? Was he the killer? Is he the killer? So many things were running through your mind that didn’t make sense. 

If Yixing is the killer, why would he offer you help? What if this is a trap? What if he is just luring you in to kill you? What if he is the killer?

It’s only been a few days and you already have half your suspects figured out. 

It’s only been a few days and you have a sense of a few of the motives.

It’s only been a few days and something feels wrong.

Yixing is your neighbor.

Jongdae and Minseok serve you at your local cafe.

What will happen with Chanyeol and Sehun?

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Slugs

Genre: Smut/my attempt at fluff

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I’m filling a best friend request for anon. I’m not the best fluff writer, but I tried my best. 

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You looked in the crowd in front of you. A sea of black cap and gowns. You couldn’t see him anywhere. Your best friend was nowhere in sight. The two of you having just walked across the stage, leaving academia behind. You stood on your tip toes hoping to somehow find him in the mass of students. 


You sad a flash of his smile and yelled, “Hobi! Hobi!” He turned his head to follow your voice, “Come on, your mom is waiting! If she doesn’t get a picture of the two of us you know we won’t hear the end of it”

Hoseok weaved his way through the crowd. Like sardine swimming in the opposite direction in a school. “Okay, okay, I’m here!” He said wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “I can’t believe we’re done with school. Forever”

“I’m surprised they even let you graduate” you teased.

Hobi shot you a look and squeezed your shoulder, “Now all that’s left is for us to move to the big city together. I’m glad you’re coming with me. I don’t know what I would do without you”

Your cheeks flushed, “We’re going to have to cut the cord sometime, Hobi”

He held a finger to your lips, “shhhh, don’t speak such nonsense”

You rolled your eyes, “One day you’ll get sick of me and move on”

Hoseok stopped in his tracks and pulled you towards him. You hadn’t seen his serious face in a while. He was the sun incarnate. But when Hobi wasn’t serious, you knew something was up, “Don’t ever say that. That’s never going to happen”

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We’ll Remember These Nights

Pairing: Viktor and Yuuri

“You look just like the poster in my room,” Yuuri slurred, barely holding himself up in Viktor’s arms, “but you have more clothes on.” He giggled. The words hit Viktor hard, and he didn’t know how much more his weak gay heart could handle. He barely even noticed Yakov leaving the room with his head cradled in his hands.

Or in other words, what really went down at the banquet last year, and what that meant for them now.

Humor and smut (yeah it gets pretty explicit at the end). 

This is just under 5k words so click the cutaway if you want to keep reading!

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「Yuuri slid his hands over Viktor’s sides, clutching his shoulder before stumbling into his arms to keep from hitting the floor (or even worse, Yuri Plisetsky). The skater clung to the fabric of Viktor’s suit as if his life depended on it, and when they locked eyes Yuuri beamed. The boy looked up at Viktor as if he was the most astonishing thing on the planet and it sent shivers down his spine.

“Viktoorr! My family runs a hot spring back home so why don’t you come over?” He slurred, flashing a self-satisfied grin when he saw the rage on Russian Yuri’s face. The Japanese skater had more guts than Viktor had first thought.

“If I win this dance-off, you’ll become my coach, right? Be my couch Viktoorrr.” Yuuri purred, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck. Viktor felt the heat rise in his face, unable to hold back the gasp that left his throat from the impact of Yuuri’s chest hitting his own. Despite there being at least a hundred other people in the room who he was meant to leave a good impression on, he just couldn’t help himself.

“Hmm, a dance-off sounds fun, but my coaching isn’t free.” Viktor teased. He stepped back and slid off his suit jacket, throwing it carelessly to the Russian boy behind him. He fisted Yuuri’s tie, making him flinch as Viktor yanked him closer “So are you willing to pay the price?” Viktor leaned in, whispering hotly into the other man’s ear. Yuuri nodded eagerly, dropping to his knees, pupils blown wide. Meanwhile, Viktor loosened the collar of his own dress shirt, popping the top buttons to reveal smooth skin and a chiseled collar bone. He heard the click of his belt unbuckle, and Viktor was starting to feel wrecked before even taking his first drink –」

“While I would love to hear how this story ends, that’s not how it happened.” Viktor said, cutting Minako off. Her story was surprisingly accurate as to what happened at last year’s banquet, that is, until she got to the part about the blowjob. It’s a good thing Yuuri’s sister doesn’t understand English.

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CHASING SUNS: Chapter 12 Sync

2,062 words

About BLOODY TIME, EH?

Tagging the baes with soulmate fics of their own, @nifwrites and @blindbae

She had to tell him.

Or show him, for that matter. Cam whipped back against the side of the building, pulled out her phone and opened the camera, sticking only the lens passed the door frame and snapped multiple shots. She checked to see they were in focus, cringing at how clear they turned out before she tiptoed around the building and headed for the showers.

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A World Without You (English) Ch. 10

Summary: One day, you woke up in a world without Bangtan Sonyeondan.
Note: HAPPY 4TH ANNIVERSARY, BANGTAN!💕💕💕 Consider this update as a gift, hahaha~ By the way, I don’t know if people think Caramel Macchiato is sweet, but for me it’s incredibly bitter and I felt that Bangtan was lying to me when they said it was sweet lol

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“(Y/n), are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird for, what, almost 2 weeks?”

(Y/n) didn’t answer and kept sipping her Caramel Macchiato while looking outside.

(F/n) huffed. “Besides since when did you like Caramel Macchiato? You said it was too bitter for your liking.”

Yes, (y/n) thought that Starbuck’s Caramel Macchiato was so bitter. She wanted to try it because of BTS’ song, Coffee, that stated ‘you’re Caramel Macchiato, your scent is still sweet on my lips’. When she tasted how bitter it actually was she would always joke about how Bangtan lied to her about said beverage. In fact, the only reason she was drinking it right now was to remind herself of Bangtan. Sometimes she would also order Cafe Latte and Americano because both also appeared in the song.

Wait…

Bangtan didn’t exist in this world, right? How could she dislike Caramel Macchiato here as well? She tried the bitter drink because of Bangtan!

(Y/n) glanced at her friend, “Why didn’t I like Caramel Macchiato?”

(F/n) frowned, “I told you that you said it was too bitter. Seriously, (y/n), you’re acting weird and you’re forgetting so many things. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? There might be something wrong with the nerves on your brain, we’d never know.”

(Y/n) shook her head. “I’m fine, honestly. But why did I try this Caramel Macchiato? I don’t like trying new drinks and always buy-”

“Green Tea Cream Frappucino, I know. Until two weeks ago, that is. You started buying Caramel Macchiato, Cafe Latte, and even Americano. You don’t even like coffee! Why are you like this?” (F/n) sighed. “You said that you wanted to try it because you heard a song in your dream about Caramel Macchiato.”

“Dream?”

“Mhm. If I’m not mistaken you said something like ’you’re Caramel Macchiato, your scent is still sweet on my lips’, that’s why you wanted to try it. But once you did you were upset about it, weren’t you? You said you were being lied to.”

When (f/n) lifted her gaze from the panini on the table, she saw (y/n) gaping like a fish with wide eyes.

“Hey! (Y/n)! Close your mouth! You want a fly to get in there or something?”

(Y/n) snapped out and blinked a few times. “I… I dreamt of a song?”

(F/n) looked at her weirdly, but nodded nonetheless. “You sang it as well. You said you didn’t know the language, but you knew what it meant. Weird, isn’t it?”

Absentmindedly, (y/n) started singing softly, “Baby, baby geudaeneun, Caramel Macchiato, yeojeonhi nae ipgaen, geudae hyanggi dalkomhae, baby, baby, tonight…

“Ah!” (f/n) yelped. “Yeah! Just like that! How could you remember a song from a dream months ago?! I think it’s been more than a year, even!”

(Y/n) ignored her friend who was surprised, deep in thoughts. ‘Dream? I find one Bangtan song in a dream?

“Excuse me…”

Both of them glanced at a young woman standing beside their table. “Ah, is there anything we can help you with?”

That woman smiled at (y/n), “That song you sang is Coffee, isn’t it?”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened and she stood up abruptly, “Y-You know that song?!” There was someone else who remembered? She wasn’t alone?

The young woman giggled. “There aren’t that many people who remember, but yes, I do. You’re an old fan of Ou too, huh?”

“Ou?” (F/n) frowned.

“Yes, Ou! Written with this hanja.” She took out her phone and showed them her lockscreen, 鴎 hanja on top of a photo of-

“J-Jeon Jungkook?”

She giggled again, “Ah, I knew it! You really are an old fan like me, aren’t you? Coffee is one of his earliest drafts long before debut after all, and he never published it!”

Ou? From what she knew, Ou in Japanese meant King, but the kanji wasn’t like that. That hanja was so similar to hanzi and kanji of bird or crow, 烏.

Bird? The only bird associated with Jungkook would be…

“Seagull?”

“Yes! Ou, or seagull. But I do understand why Jungkook would pick hanja over hangul, 갈매기 (galmaegi) doesn’t really sound like a stage name.” She smiled. “Ah, look at the time! I must go-”

“Um, may I know your name? I don’t meet old fans often.” (y/n) asked. Who knows, maybe she’d need her help. “I’m (y/n).”

“I’m Clara! Ooh, you know what? Maybe we can talk more as fans of Ou! Here’s my Kakao Talk ID.” Clara opened her Katalk and showed it to (y/n). “Until then, (y/n)!”

“Psst, (y/n)! Who’s Ou?”

Ah, (y/n) almost forgot that (f/n) was sitting in front of her.

“You said you knew the song from a dream!”

“That’s true, but maybe I heard it once and it showed up in my dream?”

“Then why did you said you’re an old fan?”

“I want to know more about Ou.” She answered honestly. Yes, she wanted to know more. But not really about Ou per se, she wanted to know more about Jeon Jungkook in that world.

Once they separated and went home, (y/n) tried searching for each members’ name on Google. She started from two members who were most likely to be working in entertainment, Namjoon and Yoongi. Strangely enough, she couldn’t find any articles about them. Hoseok and Jimin who had chances to become dancers were nowhere to be found as well. Let alone Taehyung who wanted to be a farmer.

Until she searched for Kim Seokjin.

There were a bunch of articles about the visual. “Oscar and Grammy?” She muttered. “Jin’s really successful, huh? Hm? SM? Ah, he was casted by SM before BigHit.”

Afterwards, she tried looking for Jungkook’s article.

Jeon Jungkook (Hangul: 전정국; born September 1st,1997), better known as 鴎 (read: Ou, lit. seagull), is a South Korean soloist from JYP Entertainment. Jungkook made his debut at age 15, on June 13, 2013 on Mnet’s M! Countdown with the track ‘Begin’ from his debut album, 형제 (read: hyungje, lit. brothers.)

(Y/n) frowned, “The debut date is the same as BTS… His first song is Begin from Hyungje? Begin is a song about his hyung in Bangtan, right?”

She opened YouTube and typed Jungkook’s name followed by Begin. There she found a video titled ‘鴎 (Ou) Begin MV’. Without any hesitation, she played the video.

Very familiar music greeted her, making her felt relieved to hear such a song she thought she would never hear anymore.

Amugeotdo eobtdeon, yeoldaseosui na…

Yup, no mistake. This is Jungkook’s Begin from WINGS.

The MV, strangely enough, was so similar to WINGS Short Film #1 Begin, including the weird and creepy painting that most theories said was Yoongi.

After watching the MV, (y/n) continued reading the article about Jungkook and his first album.

The album was dedicated for his older brothers who were never introduced to the public. It was stated that the album was a gratitude for his 6 older brothers.” (Y/n) frowned again, “Jungkook only has one older brother, Jeon Junghyun… He made that song for his hyung in Bangtan, his six older brothers…”

“Could it be… That all members still communicate in this world?!”

Once she finished reading about Jungkook (which impressed her with his achievements), she looked for Jin’s.

Kim Seokjin (Hangul: 김석진; born 4th December, 1992), better known by his stage name Jin (Hangul: ), is a South Korean actor from SM Entertainment. He is best known for his roles in television dramas;   Seven Princes (2013), Heirs (2015), and Hwarang: The Beginning (2016), and the films Boyfriend (2014), Eat or Die (2014), Different (2015), Destroyer of Memories (2015), One Night Stand (2015), Vampire Hunter (2016), Seven (2016), and The One and Only (2017).

“W-Wait a second! Hwarang?! Jin played in Hwarang, replacing Taehyung?!”

After she hastily searched for Hwarang article, she found out that yes, Jin played in the drama that she was very familiar with, complete with Choi Minho, Park Seojoon, Park Hyungsik, Do Jihan, and Jo Yoonwoo.

“Ah, but Hansung is played by Yoonwoo… Jin played Yeowool. It would be weird if Jin was to play Hansung… Hm? Oh, he still sang Even If I Die, It’s You, but alone.”

And so, she decided to try and watch Jin’s debut drama, Seven Princes. “Hmm? The first airing date is June 13th, 2013?”