i am excited to pull this costume back out of my closet

BTS reaction: them finding out that you used to dress up as a Disney princess for kids.

Anon requested:

Hellooo can you do a BTS reaction where they find out you used to dress as Disney princesses for kids because they found all your outfits hidden in a box?


Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin loves Disney princesses. So when he learns that his favorite girl in the entire girl used to be one he would be extremely excited. 

One day, after finding all of your outfits in a box, he told you that the two of you needed to talk. You were worried at first, because you thought it was something serious, but instead he just started yelling:

“Why didn’t ever tell me that you used to be a Disney princess! I love Disney princesses!”

You laughed, “I just didn’t know how you would react…”

“Are you kidding me?!” he smiled, “You can’t more perfect than this!”


Originally posted by sugaswagdaddy

Suga was very confused when he first found your costumes in that old box, as he was helping you clean up. He never expected that someone like you would dress up as a Disney princess for children - you just didn’t seem like that kind of person. He would also be very confused about why you didn’t tell him…

“[Y/N]!” You heard Suga’s voice from your bedroom.

“Yes?” You asked, walking in and sitting down next to him.

“Umm…what’s this” He asked, holding your blue Cinderella costume in front of you.

“Well…I ummm…used to dress up as a Disney princess for little kids…”

“Why did never tell me?” he asked raising an eyebrow. 

You shrugged and he laughed. 

“I always knew there was something very….royal about you!”


Originally posted by bangtan

Jhope was helping you clean up your closet when he stumbled upon an old wooden box. When he opened it he found a Belle costume that was exactly your size. He was confused at first but he quickly realized what it was and a small smile showed up on his face. Just the idea of you dressing up as  Disney princes alone made him extremely happy. 

Hoseok quickly took the dress and ran down the stairs to where you were. 

“Hey, love!” He grinned at you, pulling out the costume from behind his back, “Do you think maybe you can dress up and preform something for me?”

You laughed at his request, “Are you serious? Why?”

“Pleeeease!! I want to see you!” He begged and you rolled your eyes taking the costume from his hands.


Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Namjoon would find something incredibly…amazing at the thought of you dressing up as a Disney princess. When he first finds one of your costumes he would just stare at it for a few minutes, imagining the way your body would look in it and smiling to himself. 

When you walked in to find him kneeling on the floor holding the costume in his hands and looking at it with such adoration you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Umm…Joonie what are you doing?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing.” He laughed, “Just thinking about how lucky I am to be dating a princess.”


Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jimin would start giggling when he finds your old costumes, the thought of you dressing up as a Disney princess was, for some reason, incredibly finny to him. But he would also find it extremely cute and sweet. 

He didn’t tell you that he found the costumes at first, until later that night, as you were eating dinner he asked out of nowhere:

“So I was wondering…Would you maybe like to cosplay sometimes? Like you’ll be a Disney princess and I’ll be your prince? I know that you already have a princess costume, we just need to find me one…”

“Wait, what?” You interrupted him, shocked. 

“I’m serious!” He smiled.


Originally posted by jimiyoong

As soon as Taehyung found the old Snow White costume in your closet, he knew exactly what he had to do. 

Five minutes later, he was standing in front of you, in a Snow White costume, with a wig and even some make up on. When you tried to question what was happening he just shushed you and handed you his phone. 

“Don’t question anything, just accept my alter ego and take some photos, because I look amazing right now.” He said, completely serious. 

You started laughing and then spent a good 20 minutes taking pictures of Tae in your Snow White outfit. After that the two of you had a conversation about why you never told him that you used to dress up as a Disney princess. 


Originally posted by bangtan

Jungkook would be the most mature, normal and supportive about it. He would just simply ask you why you had the costume and why you never told him about it. 

He would love it though and ask you if you want to do it again and why you stopped dressing up in the first place. 

“That’s so cool, baby! But if you loved it so much then why did you stop?”

Dadzawa and Shinson ficlet: In Your Image

So, I decided to write some Dadzawa and Shinson blurbs on tumblr that won’t be able to make it into Flourish (simply because I have way too many ideas and want/need the fic to flow well). I’ll post a few of those ideas that don’t make it into the fic here as little ficlets. 


Summary: Celebrating Hero Day in 1st grade, Hitoshi wants to go to school dressed up as his favorite hero: Eraserhead. Aizawa, obviously very touched that his son looks up to him so much, can’t help but worry that Hitoshi will be picked on – seeing as how he’s a relatively unknown, underground hero that avoids the media at all costs. 

However, he simply can’t resist those pleading eyes that melt his heart.

(Under the cut, so I don’t clog anyone’s dash!)

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dazzling-roaring-20s  asked:

Can I get an Imagine with Juice. Where she persuades him to go to a convention and they dress up. She dresses in a sexy outfit and Juice gets irritated when guys look at her. Maybe end in smut? <3 love your writing boo!!

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

A/N: I hope you enjoy it dear! Thank you for being a huge supporter  ❤️! The costumes will be at the ending of the imagine! I went with DC themed Character! (Posion Ivy & El Diablo)


Posion Loving:

“Please Juan! You promised me would go! Please baby, pleaseeeeeeee” you said now holding your hands in a pray motion as you were on your knees looking up at your boyfriend you let of a sigh and nodded “Fine. We’ll go, only thing is I don’t have a costume to wear.” He said as if that was going to stop you from getting anything you wanted. You ran into your room giddy with happiness that he agreed to go to the convention, you grabbed his costume from the back of your closet and ran back to him “Here you go. I made it myself, I hope you like it.. just don’t look at it now, look at it the day of, promise me?” You asked looking at him as he smiled and nodded his head kissing you lightly as he took the costume.

“This thing is tomorrow babe, you’re sure there’s nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?” He groaned softly not truly wanting to go this year but you shook your head must to his dissatisfaction “Oh and you have to come to my house early so I can finish up the costume.” You said smiling as he rolled his eyes “Alright that’s my cue to leave. I love you babe.” He said kissing you head softly before he walked out of your house leaving you with a smirk on your face because you were planning to put him through hell.

As the day began you heard a rapid knock on your door as you opened it you saw your creation standing before you “Really? El Diablo? You trying to say something?” He asked raising his hands causing you to laugh, he looked amazing in the blue jersey jacket it suited him in a bad boy kind of way but not bad enough to look like he could kill anyone. “Sit in the chair while I touch you up and make sure your face paint matches his in the movie.” You said grabbing your alcohol based paints and brushes straddling his lap as you began to work. He grabbed onto your hips “Oh baby, if it gets you in this position then work away.” He said grabbing your hips tighter. You began painting softly outlining his face to make sure everything was correctly placed as you looked at several pictures for reference.

About an hour and a half later he was finally complete and resembling El Diablo very well aside from the Mohawk. “Baby, you’re not dressed, but here I am ready.” He said rubbing your sides as you stood in front of him “Oh my costume is simple, nothing crazy.” You said as you smirked going to your room to change and apply a light touch of makeup, you had just finished sweeping the last coat of red on your lips when Juice entered your room. “What the hell is that?” He said looking down at your costume in pure anger, you shrugged and winked “I’m the poison in your heart baby.” You said grabbing a long cardigan to ease some of his worry the long green fabric was soft on your bared skin.

He didn’t bother protest any further because he knew if he did you would’ve been pissed because he knew you really wanted to go, so he pushed his anger aside for your happiness. You had hopped off his bike when you had finally reached the convention, you fixed your flower crown on your head and as you raised your arms your cardigan opened a bit more to show your body, you had heard whistling from the side of you and just as you snap your neck in the direction Juice grabbed you by your waist “Ay! You got a fucking problem?” He yelled pulling you closer as the guy ran inside the convention “Damn baby, just cause you look like El Diablo doesn’t mean you have to go off like him too.” You said turning around to fix his jacket “I already fucking regret this.” He said taking your hand in his as you both walked inside the convention to see all the different booths and cosplayers.

You passed all of the booths that held no interest to you or Juan, but you both came to a sharp halt when he spotted an area for Call of Duty and then he pulled his famous puppy eyes until you caved into letting him play for a bit causing he to kiss you rapidly due to the excitement. He had been seated next to a few other players but before the fame had even commendence he pulled you down on his lap and making sure you were comfortable “Gotta have my good luck charm.” he said as he caged you in his arms holding his controller out in front of you causing you to smile kissing his forehead.

About 30 minutes later (5 rounds) Juice had been seated with pure joy seeing as he came out in first place “That’s my nerd boy.” you said bending down slightly to kiss him only your lips did not meet as he was nowhere near you anywhere, his hands were wrapped onto some guy’s neck “Say that shit one more time. I didn’t fucking here you.” Juice said in a low and dangerous tone, so low that if you weren’t looking at him you would’ve thought he would’ve been Happy. “You see that girl right there? Huh? She’s mine and thanks to this convention I am going to take her home and fuck her brains out.” he sneered dropping the guy on the floor not giving him a second glance as he marched towards you throwing you over his shoulder without any questions.

Silence had surrounded the air around you two as Juice sped home, still visibly heated about today’s events. You had reached your house, as you got off of his bike he said nothing to you all he did was stare at you overlooking your costume making you feel small in his eyes “You like the attention you got huh baby? Made you feel hot? Made you feel wanted?” he asked stalking towards you causing you to panic “No Juan, why the hell would you think that?” you said standing tall and strong “Oh baby, do I not make you feel loved? Make you feel wanted? Is that why you dressed so sexy today? Cause you feel unappreciated?” he said softly stroking your hair confusing you, he then grabbed a good amount and balled it up only tugging your head so your eyes met his “Baby. You are a gem, a sexy outfit isn’t why I love you.” he said letting your hair go slapping your ass causing you to smirk walking into your house knowing what was coming next.

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The Princess and the Robins

Prompt: The reader is the daughter of Oliver Queen. Because he has to work late the reader will spent a day at the Wayne Manor with Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Alfred. She is around six years old, but do not let her age fool you, she is quite smart!!

A/N: It is finally here! I hope you enjoy it. As always feel free to make a request and suggest/comment! As you know, I am open to reviews. 

Word count: 1,981!

Warnings: None

Word keys:

Y/n: Your name

“Olly olly oxen free” : Catchphrase used to indicate that players who are hiding can come out into the open without losing the game.

“Welcome” Bruce said welcoming you and your father into the manor. 

“Hi, Bruce” Your father said “Thanks for helping me with y/n” He looked down and you were hiding behind him.

“No problem “ He smiled “Hey y/n, how are you?” 

You looked at him with your eyes wide open and smiled shyly.

“She is still having problems with talking to other people…” Your father said and softly patted your head. 

“I don’t think that will be a problem” He laughed 

“Whatever you need or if something happens call me” 

“It is going to be ok, remember we have Alfred” Bruce laughed 

“Now princess, behave. Ok?” He smiled and gave you a kiss “You will be with uncle bruce and I will pick you up tomorrow in the morning. I love you kiddo” 

“Oliver, she will be ok” He tried not to laugh at your father “Y/n, please come in” He smiled and you said goodbye with your hands and enter the manor.

“Let’s eat some breakfast, shall we?” He smiled at you and you nodded and smiled widely.

You entered the kitchen and saw Alfred and smiled. “Welcome miss.Y/n” He said and smiled “We have pancakes for breakfast with chocolate milk, is that ok?” You nodded quickly. “Perfect” He said and served two pancakes and the chocolate milk. 

You started eating and saw Bruce sitting on the other side of the table, then you saw Dick entering the room.

“Little Y/n!” He said surprised and really happy. You smiled and said hi with your hand really fast “How are you?” You raised your hand and made a thumbs up. “Great, me too!” He smiled and sat next to you.

Then Jason came in and saw you, he was smoking and you frowned and covered your nose.

“Jason put that out” Bruce said 

“Only because ‘lil y/n does not like it” He replied and after he ash it. 

“Y/n is here?” Tim said as he entered the room and the moment he saw you he smiled and sat next to you and in front of Dick “Hey!” You waved your hand and smiled again

“TT, Who is y/n?” An unknown voice said and an boy joined.

“Damian, this is y/n, she is daughter of Oliver Queen” Bruce said introducing you

You smiled and waved.

“Oh, hi” He said with a monotone voice “May I ask why is she here?” 

“You just did” Tim said.

“She is going to stay for the night, her father is going to work late and he needs someone to take care for her” Bruce smiled.

“So…babysit” Damian replied and looked at you and his brothers were talking to you and you replied like if you were playing charades. “Doesn’t she know how to talk?” He said confused.

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when i was 6 years old my 16 year old sister and her friend babysat me one night and that Stephen King ‘It’ miniseries was airing as a back-to-back event thingy and they made me watch the entire thing with them and it mentally scarred me for the rest of my life to a literally ridiculous degree 

i couldn’t be left alone to take a shower or bath bc the drain on the tub didn’t have a grate over it and there was a scene where Pennywise like..pulls open a shower drain loony-toons style with claymation and shit so i was 100% convinced that Pennywise was going to open the drain and pull me down so for the next three years my mom had to sit on the floor while i showered otherwise i’d have a hysterical panic attack about clowns sucking my bath toys into the sewers

and one time we went to a cony island-type restaurant that brought a balloon to the tables with kids (or i guess if someone just really wanted one) and i could see the waitress coming down the isle with one and started hyperventilating and my mom whipped her head around and saw what i was freaking out about and had to run over to this poor waitress and explain ‘my kids a moron whos afraid of balloons please do not’

i had to be persuaded to walk over the curb because i was Very Sure Pennywise was going to grab my ankles from the sewer openings so i would either walk really far down the sidewalk to be out of grabbing range or i’d jump from the edge of the curb to be as far from the sewer as i could be and run to the other side 

one of my distant relatives had gotten me a beautifully crafted porcelain faced clown stuffed figure about half my height for my birthday one year,it seriously must have cost a bunch, but i didn’t find out about it until months later bc my mom hid it in the coat closet and forgot so when i went to grab my fall shoes out of the closet IT WAS THERE FUCKING LOOKING OUT AT ME FROM THE SHADOWS BETWEEN THE COATS and i screamed bloody murder and TOOK THE FUCK OFF OUT THE FRONT DOOR sobbing and freaking out and my mom comes running with a knife thinking there was a kidnapper or something then see’s the doll in the closet and has to go retrieve her moron child from the front lawn and explain i had to pretend i loved the gift bc it was from a family member and my mom didn’t have the heart to tell her i hated clowns

i think she donated it to another family member bc i’ve never seen it again

this fear also extended to anyone in a full-body costume. the kind that totally obscures their face like even a sports mascot or something. so one year we’re at this neat ‘winter village’ christmas place and walk out of the candy shop and i see a dude in a shitty snowman outfit and got so scared i pulled my mom back into the candy shop with such force i nearly dislocated her arm and it took 15 minutes of convincing to get me to RUN FULL SPEED to the car and throw myself in the backseat. 


 they had some amount of fame in the small town they did ‘clowning’ in. like my grandpa even got in the local news paper for his contributions to city events and shit. they where both Very Sad that i had an all encompassing fear of clowns, and one year for my birthday they had a super great idea (not sarcastic, it was actually a great idea) to have me sit in the makeup room with them while they did their clown makeup, wigs, and costumes for my party. see! great idea! the whole time i was totally fine, at first when the greasepaint went on i was a little unsettled but they talked and joked with me the whole time and by the time they where ready to put on their costumes and my mom came to take me to sit at The Super Special Birthday Table everyone had breathed a sign of relief that i was Officially Cured of Clown Hate.

 ten minutes go by

i am all smiles and happy and yay birthday! when my grandpa and uncle both come out in full clown costume no one expected my little child brain to revert back to Absolute Primal Terror Mode as i started crying and slid under the table to cower and hide. my poor poor grandfather tried to get me out from the under the table and im told i almost broke his nose.

they tried so hard. they did their best. but my brain would not accept these impostors as my uncle and grandfather. i think that was the moment my family was entirely convinced i had a Problem and clowns where forever banned from my vicinity. 

so i am extremely excited for the new It movie to come out even if it turns out to be a total shit stain of a movie i am legit very stoked for it and my entire family is VERY NOT 

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 99: The Convention

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 99: The Convention

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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Tagging a few people who may be interested: @sailormew4@annaamell@flslp87@emmateo26@fleurreads @doracianstormrose@mermaidswans@bethacaciakay@ultraluckycatnd@allfangirlallthetime@effulgentcolors, @ilovemesomekillianjones@kat2609@brooke-to-broch@missgymgirl @hellomommanerd @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven@charmingturkeysandwich@jennjenn615 @laschatzi@kimmy46@snowbellewells@iamanneenigma @daxx04 @lapi-lazuli@nickillian @a-rose-for-a-savior @in-spirational @gillie@manic-pixiefangirl @britishguyslover@ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst@nofeels@holmes-a-holic@kmomof4 @linda8084


CS Genre:  CS future fic

Killian scanned the auditorium warily as he found their seats and stepped back for Henry and Swan to step into the row before him.  He grimaced as he noticed the fourth person that day dressed in a ridiculous curled wig and mustache.  To a man, they wore bright red great coats, large brimmed hats trimmed with feathers so big he’d never be caught dead in them.

To be sure, there were others in odd attire as well.  Girls in long white nightgowns and mobcaps.  Boys dressed in green with small green hats on their heads, women dressed vaguely like Tink had back in Neverland.

No wonder Swan had insisted he attire himself in his full pirate regalia before they left home this morning.

“But Swan,” he’d said, as she pulled his large, black great coat and red vest from the closet, “we’re traveling to the Land Without Magic outside of Storybrooke, love.  Won’t this method of dress draw undo attention?”

“Trust me, Killian,” she’d said with a secret smirk.  “You’ll look positively normal where we’re going.  Besides…I thought they ought to see what the real thing looks like.”

“What the devil does that mean?”

But Swan had no intention, it would seem, of enlightening him further.  And so, the three of them had piled into her bug and traveled to a town outside of Boston, headed for an event called a “Disney Convention.”

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Shownu One Shot


Authors note: Shownu’s background story that follows my Minhyuk fic

Summary: you are a single mom of three boys, left to fend for yourself when your husband died in an uprising. He had been Shownu’s best friend and he had promised to help you out. You would never accept your feelings for him though. It seemed like you weren’t being faithful to your late husband.

Word count: 1900-ish

 “Uncle Shownu!” the boys screamed as they opened the door to allow him entry into the chaotic house with three boys and their stressed out single mother. 

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reunion falls full script

so…. i think it’s about time to face the music that there is no way in Heck im ever going to be able to draw out all the stuff i have written for rfalls. i mean, there is boatloads of dialogue here. i dont even have the time right now to work on my own webcomic, let alone a fancomic. but i figure, hey, this silly little thing has a lot of fans, maybe they would appreciate seeing the drafts i had planned! and maybe they’d even like to take a crack at drawing some of it themselves!

and this isnt me giving up, either! i’d still really love to draw a ton of this. when i can find time, i’ll totally try! and i’m still going to finish sock opera and the backstory comic. but yknow. the people have been waiting long enough. so here’s a comprehensive list of all the notes and dialogue ive written so far, organized by “episodes”.

(it’s long. really freakin long)

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A Pirates Life for Me (2)

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 3539

Warnings: None for this chapter

Authors Note: Here is Chapter 2. There’s 12 chapters in total! Feedback please…I’m kind of a whore for it!

Chapter 1

Originally posted by taleofragnarssons

When Gwen awoke, she was in her own bed and could tell by the shadows on the wall that the sun had almost set. How long have I been asleep? she wondered. Images raced in her mind. She saw swords flashing, and the handsome face of the Count staring back at her. She saw the deep-set eyes of LeVelant and the angry look of Lord Bard coming toward her. She saw Elizabeth’s eyes grow wide and saw her point at the wall. Then her memories made her wince. She remembered the whole scene, and what had happened next. She couldn’t believe that she had really climbed the rope the entire way to the ceiling beam. That was when everything went blank.  “I must have passed out,” she said aloud.

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You’re Perfect

Summary: Reader is feeling a little insecure before a big party, but Bucky tells her everything he loves about her body. Based on this request by @isoldmysoulforthisblog

Can I make a request? I’ve realized that there aren’t a lot of body worship Bucky x Reader fics so I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is insecure about their body and Bucky just tells them how much he loves their body… Thanks darling 💫

Bucky x reader. FLUFF. Word count: 1,115

TW: body insecurity

A/N: I loved writing this, and hope you love reading it!

“I just don’t wanna go, okay? Do I really need to give you an explanation Bucky?” you asked as you pulled laundry from your hamper and carefully hung it up in your closet. Bucky sat on your bed watching, arms crossed, with confusion plastered across his face.

“Well, doll. You kinda do need to explain. Is it me? Did I say something? Do something? I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to go to Tony’s party. Everyone is gonna be there!” said Bucky.

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Sterek + Halloween Fic Recs

Happy Halloween guys! 

Here’s a list of some Halloween themed fics posted within the past year, (in no particular order) 

Also, this list got kind of long so the majority was put under a read more. 


This Isn’t Real by littlefrog1025 (1/1 | 3,634 | R)

A well-meaning witch causes a bit of angst between Stiles and Derek with a love spell on Halloween.

Something Spooky, Something Blue by crossroadswrite (1/1 | 2,483 | G)

Derek sighs and boredly stuffs a handful of gummi bears in his mouth, straight out of a Halloween candy bowl Aunt Olivia insists in buying every year even if they never get trick or treaters this far into the woods.

He tilts his head and tunes back into the boys’ conversation, which has been the prime time entertainment of the Hales for the past ten minutes or so.

“It’s dark,” one of the boys whines.

“Don’t be a baby, Scott,” the second chastises.

“But, I don’t wanna,” Scott whines, like a baby.

Imagine Me And You by callunavulgari (6/6 | 16,080 | G)

“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”

“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”

reason to stay by bleep0bleep (7/7 | 12,564 | PG13)

Life is cruel. Derek Hale is only going to be here in Beacon Hills for a week. Sundays Fun Days is a lie. It was not fun, getting a bit of hope and having it torn away.

How much wooing can Stiles do in a week, anyway?

It’s the last week of October, and a small town baker has run into his first crush again. Fate might have other ideas. Stiles tries for romance with a little help from what Beacon Hills does best— Halloween.

The power of Superman by mildmanneredmissy (1/1 | 2,566 | PG13)

Derek’s Superman outfit breaks Stiles.

Marked for Later by hazelNuts (1/1 | 5,005 | R)

The Hale and the McCall pack have an uneasy truce. Now, when a witch has been killing people in both their territories, Derek and Stiles have to go undercover and actually work together to stop her.

‘We’ll go as a couple, of course. Then we either ask her if she wants a threesome, or I complain to her about my dick of a boyfriend. That role shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ Stiles grins, delighted at Derek’s horrified expression. ‘Now all we need are costumes.’

Little Red Riding Hoodie and the Sourwolf by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel) (1/1 | 7,233 | NC17)

It had seemed like a good idea when Stiles had first thought of it… it was funny… would make everyone laugh despite all the recent deaths in their pack.

Or the one where Stiles wears a revealing little red riding hood costume to Lydia’s Halloween party.

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Not A Halloween Party

Harry Styles - 1605 words


“I don’t understand why you’re being so reluctant about this. When do you ever get the chance to pull on a costume and party?” Emma groans as she swipes the brush across my eyelid again, already half an hour had passed when she started doing my make-up.
“How about Halloween?” I snort, crossing my arms over my chest, keeping my eyes closed so she can still swipe the tiny brush over my skin. “She is right though.” Allison appears in my bedroom, winking my way as she lets herself fall down on my desk chair, crossing her legs over one another in her black spandex. “You were just as excited to go as I am, Al.” Emma grunts and accusingly points a finger at our blonde friend, her hands immediately flying up in a defensive stance.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t, but she’s right none the less.” A dry chuckle leaves my lips as Emma puts on the finishing touches on my deserted bride make up and costume. “This costume accentuates your curves way better than it ever did me. I’m not sure if I’m jealous or a good friend.”
“I still don’t know why I can’t go in a garbage bag and call myself a can.” I roll my eyes as I push myself up on my feet to walk over to my full length mirror to give myself a once over. I have never felt this exposed before, but somehow I can’t help but agree that my curves are accentuated in this dress. Not sure if it are the right curves, but I decided to keep quiet and just turn back around to gaze at my friends. Emma is some sort of princess, not sure which one but she looks magical.

“Because you might walk across the one night stand of your life and looking like a garbage can isn’t going to work in your favor.” Emma narrows her eyes before it is replaced, in an instant, with her bright smile and her happy self back in place. “I don’t have time for a guy in my life, Em.”
I had been doing everything in my might to keep my grades up so I could maintain this scholarship. My parents weren’t the richest and all the money I could save up was a help to the house hold.

They paid for half of the rent I had to give to Emma for the flat, the other half out of my own pocket from the job I slaved at every free weekend or holiday. “I told Chris we’d be there by ten. We’re going to be late, again.” Allison groaned as she pushes herself up on her feet and stomps out of my bedroom, groaning about how these girls are going to .. I don’t try to listen to the rest of her rambling anymore. “Don’t say you don’t have time for a guy, that’s the saddest things to ever leave your lips.” Emma rolls her eyes as she grabs her purse and coat off of my bed.

“I’m sure I can top that. I have to focus on school, Em.” I grab my own battered old leather jacket from my closet, throwing it over my shoulder as I follow Emma to where Allison is waiting for us.
“All you do is study. When was the last time you were out for a drink? You deserve some breathing space.” Emma nods to Allison to get going and she excitedly springs up from her seat on the kitchen table to join us out. I try to think when the last time was I went out and actually had fun, not like a meeting to study or whatever and I can feel the blush creep onto my cheeks when I realize how long it indeed had been.

“It is a masked party. So,” Allison hands us a mask, a light pink for Emma, a black one of herself and mine was once white, now looking as if it was dragged through the mud, the same as my tattered up dress. “Nice, thanks All.” I smile sweetly at her through the rear view mirror and slide the mask over my face. We were invited to a house party of Allison’s boyfriend Chris, called not-Halloween, and I had to tag along because Chris was wondering what her friend Y/n looked like after six months of not seeing each other.

“The party is already in full swing, it seems.” I state as I step out of Allison’s battered up car, slamming the door behind me as I let my gaze fall onto the grinding and drinking bodies in the front yard. I follow Allison and Emma up the steps and into the building, weaving through people in search for Allison’s boyfriend. We find him near the keg in the kitchen, his eyes lighting up when he sees his girlfriend approach and gives her a sweet kiss on the lips. “Emma, hi. And look at that, the infamous Y/n came out of her cave.” Chris grins as he opens his arms for a hug and I roll my eyes but step into them none the less. Chris was one of my best friends before I introduced them to each other. I may not see him very often anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss his crazy ass now and then.

“You’d think you’d be a bit more friendly to me when you –“ my sentence was cut short when my gaze caught the boy behind Chris, his vibrant green eyes catching mine through the masks. He was handsome. Chris smirks in my direction before he clasps the brunette on the back, turning his body so he was standing right in front of me. “I want to introduce you to my roommate, Harry.”
Harry. The name suits him and when his lips pull up into a smile, showing a pair of dimples and the bright white smile, I think I might actually swoon. “Harry, this is Y/n.”

“Left at the alter?” Harry questions and I furrow my eyebrows before I realize the get up I was currently wearing. I let my eyes wander over the torn white bridal dress before my gaze catches his again and a smile graces my own lips. “He left me for a princess.” I sigh out dramatically and Emma gasps before she slaps my arm and I laugh as I rub the sore spot, a grin gracing the boy’s lips as I turn back around. “And you are .. an Italian?”
“Technically I am. Mafia boss, mylady.” Harry slowly bends, taking my hand in his as he presses his soft, moist lips to the back of my hand. I feel a chill run throughout my whole body at the contact and when I retreat my hand, I’m sure he sees the blush that sports my features as well.

“That guy keeps staring at me, so I’m gonna go – You know –“ Emma squeezes my shoulders as she whispers the words into my ear, clapping my shoulder before disappearing and before I could protest. Chris winks at me and guides his girlfriend away from us, leaving Harry and I alone in the spacious kitchen. “Where do you know Chris from?” Harry asks, a bit of nervousness laced through his words and actions as he toys with the rim of his red solo cup, avoiding my gaze. You’d think that a guy that handsome would have the highest sorts of self-esteem.

“Chris is actually my best friend.” I state, another blush creeping onto my cheeks. How long as he been living with Chris? The fact that he didn’t know that implied what a horrible friend I had been in the past few weeks, maybe even months, and I made a mental note to make it up to Chris as soon as possible. “Oh, sorry. I’m new since this semester and I haven’t been out much yet.” Harry grins, taking a big gulp from his solo cup before holding it under the tap and filling it up again. “Want one?” I hum in response, taking the cup from his and taking a tiny sip to confirm the cheap beer flavor that indicated Chris had done the drinks tonight.

“I haven’t been out much either, so it’s perfectly normal to not know me.” I chuckle, taking another sip from the solo cup as I shyly let my gaze meet Harry’s again. “I must say, this look suits you.”
“Dumped and heartbroken?” I cock up an eyebrow, the hint of a smile etched on my lips as I awaited Harry’s answer. “I was thinking ready for another round, seeing as how your man wrecked your dress.” Harry chuckles and I love how his eyes seem to twinkle under the dim lighting.

“Haven’t been wrecked.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin, loving the sexual insinuations he was currently making. I take another drink from the cup and I see Harry’s mouth move, but I haven’t heard the words actually leave his lips. “What?”
“Yet.” His tone is so low, a smirk on his lips as he watches the visible shiver run over my spine, my bottom lip immediately sucked between my teeth. I can feel the warmth spread through my body, resting between my legs. I think something that resembles a wow leaves my lips and it is enough for Harry to wrap his fingers around my wrist and pull me through the door that leads out to the small porch. As soon as the door is closed behind us, I feel Harry’s warm, pink lips feverishly pressed to mine.

 Lots of love,
L. xox

The Theatre// Josh Dun

Requested: Hi!! Can I request a Josh Dun imagine where you’re in a Broadway show and Josh said he was going to pick you up from the theatre after your show, and once you think the coast is clear at the stage door, some fans stick around and bombard Josh? Thank you so much :) I love your stuff!


              You were currently at rehearsal with your theatre group; it had been a stressful few months of preparation and practice as this was your first leading role. You’ve always dreamed of being a lead, ever since you joined 3 years ago. This was a dream come true, and you knew nothing could ruin it for you.

              Singing the last line, of the last song you smiled. Making your way off stage, smiling at the rest of the cast as you did so.

              “That. Was..AMAZING!” The director smiled, pulling you into a hug. “You’ve grown so much as an actress Y/N since you first joined. I’m so proud of you.” She gushed, causing a blush to rise in your cheeks. She had been the director of the group for years before you started, so she had seen you go from minor roles with only 2 lines, to being the lead in the current production. “Now go get changed and prepare for tonight. Is Josh coming to see his leading lady?” She nudged your arm, causing your smile to widen and face to turn a brighter shade of red. Josh was your boyfriend of 3 years now; you two had grown up knowing each other through Tyler. So you got to see him grow into the passionate drummer he is today, and he saw you grow into the actress you are. You were really hoping that Josh would make it to opening night tonight, considering the European leg of his tour had just finished last night. You were beyond supportive of his dream, and loved watching him preform his heart out at any point you could; so him missing a couple of your shows never bothered you. His mom had been a fan of yours since you began, so you knew if he missed a show she would have a recording for him to see the next day. Though, thinking about it you knew it would hurt a little bit of he missed tonight. It was your first leading role, and he knew how much this meant to you. It was your dream that you had always strived for.

              Shaking your head softly you walked over to the female dressing room. There were some people from the cast in there, cleaning off the make-up that had been applied for the dress rehearsal and buzzing about how crazy tonight would be. Everyone put in months of practice, giving up free time to memorize lines, songs and choreography. It was always a big deal when you could all show off what you had been preparing for. Walking over to the spot where you had left your bag to practice, you grabbed out your grey Twenty One Pilots shirt, and a plain pair of jeans. Nothing too fancy, unlike the outfits you found yourself preforming in. This year, everyone had chosen to preform ‘Black Swan’; so needless to say your costumes were far from plain.

              “Hey Y/N, are you ready for tonight?” One of the newer girls, Natalie asked shyly. If you remembered correctly this would be her first Broadway performance. She was probably nervous beyond belief and looking for some reassurance; like you had done before your first show.

              “I’m nervous, considering its opening night.” You began, walking over to a change room with the girl right on your heels. Curious as to what you were going to say next. “But I’m excited. I love preforming, I love entertaining the audience. The theatre has kind of become a second home to me, you know?” You had begun sliding out of the costume you were dressed in, wishing you had help with it as you struggled not to break anything on it.

              “I know, well I can see how you guys love this place so much. I finally got the confidence to pursue acting, I want to get over my shyness and social anxiety.” Natalie explained, most likely playing nervously with the hem of her shirt while she spoke. “So after tonight, maybe I won’t be so shy with who I am.” You couldn’t help but smile at her words; she reminded you a lot of herself back when you first began. Except you hid yourself in the storage closet at this time your first opening night; having to be coaxed out by Josh.

              “You’ll do great Nat. You haven’t cried, puked, or locked yourself in any closets yet. That is a very good sign.” You joked, stepping out of the change room, placing your costume back in its designated spot. “Ask around sometime about how people reacted before their first show. You will get some pretty funny stories.” You smiled, listening to a small, yet shy giggle escape her lips.

              “So which one were you? Puking, crying or the closet?” Before you could answer, you heard a familiar voice speak up from behind you.

              “If I remember right, you were in the storage closet refusing to come out. Saying you weren’t able to go on, and that you made a mistake? Something about being too shy and I had to talk you into unlocking the door.” Looking behind you, your eyes met with deep brown ones filled with a familiar love. “Hey, Y/N….uh, surprise?” Josh laughed, holding his arms out. You took no time at all to launch yourself into his comforting embrace.

              “I thought you wouldn’t be able to make it.” You mumbled against his chest, smiling so wide that your cheeks began to get sore. “You were out in Europe somewhere tonight, and now you’re here?” You asked, pulling away to look up at his face, memorizing all the familiar features once again.

              “I took the first flight back that I could after our show. I wasn’t about to miss your first show as the lead.” Josh smiled, pulling you into a gentle kiss. One filled with love, and a feeling of making up for lost moments together. “Though I may not be in the front, I will be cheering you on from the back. I refuse to take any of the attention of my beautiful girl.” His words caused your face to flare up a deep red colour, he knew how much you loved hearing “my beautiful girl”. So he would always say them at every opportunity.

              “I am so sorry, we were in the middle of talking. Then I forgot you were here.” You began to ramble, pulling away from Josh when you remembered Natalie was standing right beside you guys, not knowing if she should leave, or wait for you to say something.

              “It’s alright, it was cute to see. I see the stuff Josh posts about you on his twitter all the time, and it was awesome to see it in real life.” Natalie smiled, “Now I will be off to prepare myself for the night ahead of me, and to slightly fangirl to myself that I was in the presence of my favorite drummer.” You laughed quietly, she was probably one of the most composed fans you’ve seen in a long time. Usually they at least gasp a little when Josh comes up. “See you tonight, Y/N.” She waved before walking out of the dressing room, leaving you and Josh alone.

              “How about some pre-show ice cream and catching up?” He offered, taking your hand and leading you out of the empty dressing room.


              You had a wonderful day with Josh, through eating ice-cream in the sun, to curling up in your air conditioned apartment (which felt very nice after walking through the blazing heat to get ice cream). Now you were having a shower, singing gently to yourself. Repeating the words and dance moves to yourself as the lyrics passed your lips. 2 hours until ShowTime. With a soft breath, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. You felt relaxed and clean, and ready to preform your heart out. Swiftly drying off you got dressed and made your way to the theatre. Though you wished Josh could have accompanied you, deep down you knew it was better if he didn’t. As he always said before your shows when the two of you would split ways, tonight was about you. About the theater group and the production all of you had worked so hard on perfecting. If he had joined, any fans in the lineup may begin to focus on Josh Dun of Twenty One Pilots, rather than the performance they were about to see. Needless to say, Josh worried about that and took all precautions not to let it happen. Which is why you sat back stage, watching everyone prepare for the night alone.

              “Ready?” Your director whispered to you, currently you stood side stage. Waiting for the que for you to make your first appearance. It was nerve wracking, but you knew your friends, family and people who loved theater were waiting in the audience, ready to cheer you on with their smiles and interest.


              Walking out with the rest of the cast, everyone stood in a line across the stage. Smiles adorned your faces as everyone took one last bow. Listening to the cheer from the audience. Opening night could not have gone better, you rocked your part as the lead. You felt weight lifted off your shoulders happily as you danced and acted. It was euphoric.

              “You did it, you did amazing Y/N!!” Natalie squealed in excitement. “I did it too, we did it!” She smiled wider than you’ve ever seen her, with a new confidence burning bright in her eyes.

              “For your first time debut, you were amazing.” You weren’t being sarcastic there, when she hit the stage it was like she had been acting for her whole life. “You better be joining again for the next one!” You smiled, giving her a tight hug before you made your way to the dressing room.

              “These are for you, dear.” Jenna, Tyler’s wife had walked over. Placing a small bouquet in your arms. “You guys did great, Tyler really wanted to be here. But his grandma got sick. He did say he was going to watch the recording though, or come out for another night. And, before I forget. Josh said meet him out back by the stage doors. You know how he is with your performances, refuses to let anyone notice him.” She smiled, giving you a tight hug.

              “Thank you Jenna. Tell Tyler I’m sorry to hear about his grandma.” You gave her a small smile at the end of your sentence before parting ways to change and see Josh. You knew to take your time getting changed, and allow for the crowd to dissipate a little before going to meet him. Otherwise, who knew what would happen?

              After a good 20 minutes, you couldn’t contain your excitement any longer and made your way to the back stage door. Wanting to hear how Josh would react about your performance. Peeking out the door from side you side, you didn’t see anyone. Well besides the few people talking amongst themselves here and there. No big deal though, they would hopefully mind their own business while you minded yours. Taking a small step outside, and walking over to the spot you and Josh always met at, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Especially not when you saw him holding a single flower for you, your favorite flower.

              “I would’ve gotten more, but I felt this would be romantic too.” He smiled down to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “God you did amazing out there.” He mumbled into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

              “Thank yo-“Your sentence got cut off when a group of people approached you. By the looks on their faces, and the fact that they seemed to be staring at Josh made it clear that they weren’t about to applaud you for your acting.

              “You’re THE Josh Dun, from Twenty One Pilots.” One of the girls gasped, causing the group to erupt in excited chatters and questions for Josh. You felt your heart fall a little, you knew this wasn’t Josh’s fault; but you felt slightly overshadowed. Like your performance tonight didn’t matter because of who you were dating. You must’ve unconsciously let your face match your emotion as Josh began to speak up.

              “Hey guys, I know you’re excited because you’re a fan of Tyler and I. But we aren’t the center of attention tonight, we shouldn’t even be acknowledged right now.” Josh began in a calm tone. “Tonight was about the amazing theatrical crew that preformed tonight. They were the stars, they should be getting asked questions, and being applauded. They are the celebrities right now, not me. Not Tyler. Nobody else besides the amazing guys and girls who performed tonight. Like my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.” Josh slipped his arms around your shoulders pulling you close. You felt a feeling of complete love and compassion wash over you as he continued. “If you guys want to hang out and talk to Ty and I, then do it at a Twenty One Pilots gig. We’ll be happy to hang out with any of you who stick around after we’re done preforming, just please not tonight. Or on any night that I come to see my girlfriend preform her heart out. You guys understand right?” Some of the fans nodded and slowly left, others looked offended and stormed off. While there was a couple fans who stuck around, asking you about your acting career and how you got to where you were.

              “Hey Josh?” You tiredly asked, as the two of you ventured home after talking to fans after the show. “Thank you for what you did tonight. For me, and for everyone else.” You smiled, getting a smile in return.

              “It really isn’t a problem. This is the dream that you all share, preforming for people night after night. You deserve the recognition for it. Not to be overshadowed by us. If it ever happens again, I’ll gladly repeat what I said tonight.” He smiled, leaning down to press his lips against yours lovingly.

              It was an indescribable feeling for you from that night on, the clique understood that Josh was at the theater to see you; not take over the spotlight. So your future shows, he sat front row and center, smiling up at you the entire time.

One Incredible Human

“Hello ! Love you page ! Could you maybe write where Harry finds out y/n had severe depression at one point in time ? Thankyou”

Aaaaand she returns! Sorry for the long wait - been a hectic few months. I hope I did this request justice & I hope you guys enjoy X

Suppose it was quite funny, to be honest. Perhaps a quick check on the news for the weather forecast would have helped, before leaving the flat and heading for a picnic in the park with Harry.

”Do the clouds… look a bit…” you squinted, looking up at the completely blank grey sky.

“Sshh,” Harry hurried across the road, nodding thank you to the driver who’d stopped to let you guys cross. His head was down, one hand holding the picnic basket and the other stretched out behind him, his hand attached to yours. “Don’t jinx it!” he kept calling, giggling in between.

When you had reached the park, it was, obviously, empty. Not a person to be seen. Clue #2.

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“What do you wanna be for Halloween?” you asked as you swung your legs over Luke’s and flipped through a magazine, your eyes scanning across the pages full of ridiculous costume ideas.

Luke raised his eyebrows at your question, reverting his attention from the emails on his phone back to your excited expression. “Like, costumes?”

“Yeah,” you answered, giving him a weird look for asking such an obvious question. “What, is CEO Luke Hemmings too cool to dress up for Halloween?” You rolled your eyes when he didn’t answer, repositioning yourself so you were straddling his waist, your arms hanging loosely around his neck as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Do you have any room for fun in your life, Hemmings?”

“I have you,” he replied, his thumbs pressing into your hips before stealing a kiss. “Halloween is just kinda… silly.

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Faithfulness At Its Finest ~ An Austin Carlile Imagine

Title Credit - O.G. Loko - Of Mice & Men

Who: Austin Carlile

Concept: Halloween with your husband and daughter. 

You stirred the batter in the bowl, your gaze taking in the beauty of your backyard. The leaves that still clung to your trees were a lovely spectrum of browns and oranges. Your husband had raked the leaves that had fallen earlier this morning, but not before your dog had run through the pile, effectively scattering them again.

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One Night

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Phil wants Dan to go to costume party with him (hint of Jealous!Dan)

“Phil, I’m not wearing that,” Dan sighed, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes.

“Dan you’re being ridiculous!” Phil waved the costume in front of Dan, as if a closer look made it look better.

“Am I? I’ll look really dumb in that, Phil.”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be funny, people think it’s just another cute couples costume,” Phil looked up at Dan from under his eyelashes, knowing Dan always had a hard time saying no when his big, blue eyes became watery as if he was on the verge of tears.

“There is nothing cute about a grown man in a Toto costume,” Dan struggled to make eye-contact with Phil. He knew the moment he did he’d succumb to Phil’s tactics. “Fine.”

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Playing House Pt. 4


Warnings: None, just Christmas fluff.

Summary: You, Pietro and the Bartons celebrate Christmas together.

A/N: Merry Christmas guys! Even though it’s the day after. I hope you all like this series and I will be writing a New Years part too so stay tuned! Enjoy! 

That night Nathaniel was asleep, wrapped up in your arms. He rolled over to rest his head on Pietro’s peck like he usually does but when he rolled over he didn’t feel anything there. At this he woke up and looked around. “Big P?” He asks and looks around the room. But all that was there was you, sleeping soundly in his arms. He shook you gently. “Y/N wake up! Pietro’s missing!” He exclaims softly, but you just groan and roll over, turning your back towards Nathaniel. Then he hears a ‘nyoom’ sound from outside the room. He quietly unwrapped himself from your arms and walked to the door. He jumped to reach the handle and he opened the door and walked out. He walked to the living room and gasped when he saw an old man in a big red suit placing some presents down. The old man heard this little gasp and smiled and turned to the source of it. 

“Ho ho ho!” He laughs and Nathaniel’s jaw drops in amazement at what he’s seeing. 

“Santa!” He says and runs towards him and hugs him. 

“Merry Christmas Nathaniel!” He says. Nathaniel looks slightly confused. 

“You have an accent?” He asks and ‘Santa’ tilts his head. “You sound like my best friend Pietro.” Santa’s vibrant blue eyes widened in shock and he scratched his big white beard a bit. 

“This man Pietro is your best friend?” He asks and Nathaniel nods. 

“He’s super nice to me! And he can run really fast! Which makes him even more awesome! He’s the greatest person ever!” Santa tears up a bit. Then Nathaniel looks a bit concerned. “Santa, am I getting coal this year?” 

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Fifty Shades of Grier


I looked at my watch whilst driving realizing I was two hours late to my date with Nash. See Nash and I have a very busy life style. We are both famous actors and we went on a set of a Movie we shot together. I had just gotten back from a movie in Hawaii and it was our first night out since five months ago. I know Nash was going to be pissed and I know how he is when he gets mad. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. Pressing harder gas, grazing the speeding limit but not going over it.

I finally reached the restaurant and jumped out the car, throwing the keys to the Valet. I rushed through door and the paparazzi and began searching for Nash. Once I spotted him, power walked to the table for two with the empty seat. I sat down giving him a small smile trying not to make eye contact with him for too long. 

“Look I could explain. My flight was delayed and then my driver got lost on the way back to our apartme-“ I frantically became explaining myself before Nash stopped me.

“Stop Y/N. I’m really not in the mood for it. This is happened too many times and I just want to sit down and have a nice dinner with you, so lets just forget about it for now and I’ll deal with you later.” He responded calmly yet in his eyes you can see that they had darken with lust and anger.

I felt a shiver creep down my spine. I began to daze off in remembrance of the punishments I’ve gotten in the past. I felt myself become soaking just at the thought. 

“Hello! I’m Brent and I will be your waiter for the day! Can I take your ord- WOAH you’re Nash Grier and Y/N Y/L/N! ” I was snapped out of my daydream by the over excited and high voiced waiter. I rolled my eyes knowing the drill.Nash smiled.

“Yes we are.” he said giving a fake laugh and proceeded to order for both us and handed the waiter our menus. After the waiter left, Nash turned to me.

“So Y/N, how was Hawaii?” 

“It was beautiful but it would of been much better with you.” I said flashing him a bright smile taking his hand in my on the table.

“Yes, it would have and the bed was extremely lonely without you.” Nash said giving me a small pout.

“But those naughty pictures you sent me really helped me through it.” He added winking at me. I slapped in the arm jokingly. 

The waiter came back and put down our food and walked away.

By the time we were eating dessert, my stomach was churning and was nervous yet excited of what was to come at home. Nash paid the check and got up standing by my side offering me to take his hand. We walk out hand and hand with our heads bowed down due to the constant flashing of the cameras and the shouting of our names and the regular ruins about how we got back together and how is Nash feeling about me cheating. It’s really funny because Nash and I have the best relationship and i would never cheat on him but everyone that reads the tabloids seem to believe every word. Sometimes, they really piss us off and we’ll curse them out but thats very rarely though it is very relaxing to get your anger out. 

We got into the back of our black Nissan and our driver sped off. I was on my phone looking at work emails, text messages, and voicemails from missed calls when I felt a hand on my thigh creeping higher and higher until it was right at my core. I looked up at Nash. He was also on his phone, probably texting Cameron about their new movie together. I roll my eyes and try to ignore Nash. I texted my assistant to go pick my car since we left it at the restaurant. Every now and then I felt him drag his finger up and down my clit. I knew if I smacked his hand away, it would cause me to be in for hell when we get him so I try my best to ignore it but I feel myself getting wetter than the pacific ocean.

We pulled up to our house and I prepared myself for what was in store. Nash got out first and I followed. My race started beating faster and faster as we walked up the stairs to the front door. Nash took out the key and slowly unlocked the door to tease me. I walked in first and then Nash. He closed the door and moments later I was pinned against the door. I could feel his breathe on my face. His once blue eyes were almost black, I’ve never seen Nash’s eyes filled with so much lust and it was turning me on even more if that was even possible. 

“You have been a very bad bad girl, showing up late to our dinner and because of this you are officially given detention.”

Roleplay, my favorite. See Nash and I are into many different kinks. Daddy kink, BDSM, and many more, but my personal favorite was roleplay. Maybe its because I am an actress but the thought of being able to become a whole other person is so fucking sexy to me. I run up to our sex room and go to the closet to pick out my sexy school girl outfit. I put it on and take off my panties. To add to the costume, I put nerd glasses and I put my hair in a pigtails. I knew the hair would make Nash go crazy. He loved taking me from behind and pulling my hair and putting it in ponytails was easier to grab. I look at myself in the mirror, making sure my boobs were pouring out of the shirt and the skirt was just short enough so you could get a glimpse of my ass. I smile to myself and walk out the closet. Nash was sitting on the bed playing around with ruler.

“I was called down to your office because I’ve been a bad girl, Mr. Grier” I said seductively walking towards him and swaying my hips.

“I’ve heard. I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you 10 spanks.” 

I walked to him and laid on his lap. I bit my lip getting ready for the first hit.


I screamed and moaned at the burning sensation on my ass as the ruler came in contact with it.


I screamed louder as the ruler hit me again. Even though it hurt I was still filled with pleasure.


My ass was nearly numb from the spanking.

After seven more hits my ass was extremely tender and I loved it. Nash rubbed my ass to soothe.

“Your ass is bright pink now. I think you got what you deserved.” He said standing up.

He undressed himself and got back on the bed.

“ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES” He barked at me.

I quickly obey and get into position. Nash sets up a mirror in front of and then gets up behind me. He slams into me without any warning what so ever. I was at a lost of words. Nash comes all the wait out and thrust right back into me, this time I let out a squeak. He take my pig tails and pulls them back. Not too soft that it doesn’t intrigue me but not too hard that it hurt. I was looked into the mirror. Nash was staring right back at me. Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead. His chest rising and lowering as he breathed heavily. 

“Nash fuck… right there.” I moaned as he pounded inside of me.

“You like that? You like that you bad girl?” He said smacking my tender ass repetitively.

I moaned a yes in response. I felt my high coming close and by the sloppiness of Nash’s thrust his was too. I held mine bad knowing Nash liked to go first. I clenched myself around him telling him I was close.

“Ugh do that again Y/N.” He groaned.

I obeyed and Nash released into me. I moaned loudly as I released after him. He pulled out and came to cuddle with me on the bed. He took me in his arms as me fell asleep. 

“Goodnight Nash.”

“Goodnight my little naughty girl.”

You’re My Favorite Thing (To Do)

For the anon who requested the first Valentine’s Day post-reunion.

“Valentine’s Day has been hit or miss for us,” Kurt says, stride purposeful and chin lifted to see above the dawdling shopping crowd.

Hit being the year you banged in a car before someone else’s failed wedding?” Elliott struggles to keep up with Kurt’s dodging and weaving, then stumbles to halt when Kurt pauses in front of pallet stacked high with granola bars.

“One: I didn’t know the wedding wasn’t going to happen.” He holds up a finger, then another. “Two, we banged as you put it, in the hotel room. The car was merely some light groping and making out in the backseat.”

“Yes, that is so much less tacky,” Elliott mutters.

So,” Kurt presses on with both his stay out of my way clipped pace and explanation, “This year we are together, in the same place, no one is wearing an eyepatch after a slushy-related maiming—“ Elliott raises one eyebrow at that, “And I know Blaine is going to go completely over-the-top so I have no choice but to step up my Valentine’s Day game.”

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