i know i took it too literally it's meant to be a joke

i like you (this is a problem)

“Here’s the thing-” Lily said, marching into the pub and pulling out a stool.


“We’re closed.” James interrupted without looking up from wiping down the bar.

“I want a dog.” Lily barrelled on without hearing him. “But my landlord doesn’t allow pets so I was wondering-“

“I’m not getting a fucking dog for you.” James said firmly.

Lily blinked at him. “I was going to ask if you thought it was morally wrong to raise it in my air-vent.” There was a silence. James was caught between hoping she wasn’t serious and knowing that she was. “Your idea seems better.” Lily admitted.

“Really. Talk me through that, is it because there is no animal abuse involved?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of then you’d have to clean up the poo, but the no animal abuse is also good.”


“Y’know” Sirius was lying on top of the bar, waving around a beer and staring at the ceiling. Nobody looked up. “I always thought once we owned a bar we would spend a solid 60% percent of our time drunk, and that hasn’t happened.” 

Remus, still wiping down tables, said “I shudder to think what you’d be like on your own.”

“Since we bought the bar we spend more time drunk than we used to?” Peter consoled, baffled.

Sirius sat up. “I would say we spent about 15% percent of our time drunk before the bar, and after the bar we spend about 25%. That is an increase of only ten percent.”

“Where are you pulling these numbers from?” Lily asked while holding the ladder for James, who was avoiding the dishwasher by pretending to fix the squeaky window.

“On top of being an excellent barman I double as a statistician.”

“You are neither of those things.” Remus said. Sirius glared.

“Fuck you Moony. At school you were always saying I didn’t do enough math, and here I am, doing math, and you’re abusing me.”

Remus threw a dishtowel at him and gestured to the kitchen. “Go unstack the dishwasher.”

“Fantastic.” Sirius said, throwing his hands in the air. “This is what I get for my brief foray into math. Insulted and unloading dishes.” He jumped off the bar and mockingly gave Remus’ back the finger. James laughed.


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anonymous asked:

I can't help but hate levi///han now that levi is a dick to hange and doesn't deserve her I read this theory that questiong thing from this month means they are not even friends anymore bcoz levi doesn't feel comfortable enough to call hange by the nickame he had for her anymore and that's sad and also makes me angry because hange is always so nice to him and levi is a douche

Eh, that’s not how I see it.

IMO him dropping that nickname means 1) he legitimately respects her new position and wants to place an emphasis on that by example (humanity’s strongest soldier respecting the new commander is a big deal), and 2) he’s actively trying not to be a dick by throwing out a nickname that is NO LONGER APPROPRIATE – not just due to her rank, but, you know, the fact that she’s lost/damaged/ruined one of her eyes, now. 

The situation that ruined her eye was extremely traumatic: it got her work assistant killed–not to mention all of her colleagues: people’s she’s known for years of her career. This includes Erwin, whose shoes she has to fill right away. I doubt she wants the reminder of that terrible day spat out of Levi’s mouth like it’s some kind of a funny joke when there’s very little chance of her being able to see it that way anymore. I know everyone thinks Hange would take it with a grain of salt and all that (cracking jokes galore), but she has feelings and again: the situation was very traumatic. You don’t see Levi cracking jokes about his traumatic experiences, do you?

Fandom conveniently forgets that Hange is a person who experiences human emotion because they’re desperate to keep the ship dynamic for levihan the same forever.

And look, until we got this information, I think interpreting Hange as the sort of person who wanted normalcy there to distract from the depressing and painful reality was believable and realistic.

But with this information it seems that’s not actually the case.

And that’s okay! There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s okay for your headcanons to be proven wrong on occasion.

And listen to me, here: people change. They grow, and it’s not always apart. Sometimes they grow together, especially after they’ve been through something rough. The fight in Shiganshina was a rough experience. 

Hange has been through a surprising lot, though she’s barely focused on during those chapters. Almost the entire military branch she works in was wiped out. She lost countless acquaintances and friends. Now she has to lead what’s left of it…and without an eye. I wish fandom would stop laughing it off like it’s a cute “fun” injury because it looks “cool.” It was probably highly traumatic and painful for her, not just in the moment, either. The fact that it took so long for her to get treatment might have even been the real reason she lost it. The eye loss is associated with all kinds of trauma, both physical and mental. She’s a soldier, she’s accepted that something like this could happen, but that doesn’t make it easier to deal with; it doesn’t make any of her losses less painful.

So let’s talk about the responsibility that’s instantly clamped down on her shoulders after this, because Hange doesn’t even get a second to herself to just, you know, mourn or be sad. She’s the commander now. And while the SC might have sealed the wall(s), it was at a great price (and still under Erwin’s command almost entirely). Hange is going to have to fight for respect from pretty much everyone. Mission accomplished and all, but now that the walls are sealed, humanity is safe again lmao fuck the Survey Corps do we even need that branch anymore? Hange is going to have to present a case to save humanity and exterminate the titans and she’s going to need all the respect she can get to do that. She’s going to need more soldiers because <10 isn’t going to be enough. She’s going to need money and supplies and gear. I hate saying this, but it might not be something she’s capable of presenting on her own merit because she’s largely unknown by the people. (Her newspaper shenanigans help her case but only in that specific area.) However, humanity’s strongest soldier has pretty much all the respect from everyone in this world. If he has her back and is standing proudly at her side, it probably helps her case immensely. (He believes her, he believes in her, this isn’t some kind of a sick joke.)

I want to remind everyone, too, that when the newspapers start telling “the truth” of humanity’s situation, it’s like a 50/50 split? Lots of people think it’s bullshit. That doesn’t help Hange. Like I said: she needs all the respect and the backup she can get. Literally every ounce.


IMO, Levi dropping the nickname “shitty-glasses” was the best thing that could have happened to the ship. I know people think it means they’re not “equals” anymore, but everyone’s focusing on the wrong thing, here.

Up to this point in the manga we’ve seen Levi treat Hange more or less equally, but even in his attempts to comfort her he’s rough. He calls her by a rude nickname that we’re never sure is supposed to be endearing or not. For all we know, he means it in the way a coworker might call the fat guy in the group “porkchop” or other kids might be mean to a classmate by calling them “four-eyes.” Speculation and headcanons aside, canon hasn’t ever really given us a clear idea of what that nickname meant to Levi, let alone to Hange. She lets him call her it, but that doesn’t tell us much. For all we ever knew, she was used to being treated poorly by her peers.

However, with this new information, it sounds much more like the nickname “shitty-glasses” was, coming from Levi, an awkwardly endearing nickname–one he meant no harm with.

And we see that because he drops it. He goes out of his way to consciously stop a habit of his that would seem disrespectful to other people regardless of what it originally meant between them. Levi respects Hange and this is how he shows it. That’s a big deal.

I’d also like to point out, again, that it’s very likely he does this out of more than just respect for his commanding officer. Levi is hardly one to follow conventions, after all.

Hange is his friend. He cares about her safety and we’ve seen this (beneath the chapel). We’ve also seen him clumsily care about the place she’s in mentally (post-Nick’s death). I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that he cares about her feelings, too. And if this nickname drudges up emotional backlash and trauma for her, then by dropping it he’s showing that he cares about her and respects her as his friend.

perfect- h.s song imagine

you can listen to the song here

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“There he is! The man of the hour!” Nick exclaimed as his eyes landed on his long term friend at the end of the hall. You let out a chuckle as you followed closely behind him. Nick Grimshaw was the only person you knew that would have this much enthusiasm in the morning.

Harry smiled at his friend before he gave him a hug. “Doing alright, mate?” Nick asked as he returned the hug. You stood back quietly, watching the two embrace. Harry nodded before his eyes landed on yours. He let out a small gasp as he took you in. You were beautiful. Nick noticed Harry’s eyes wandering to yours. Nick placed his hand on your shoulder. “Harry, this is Y/N, my assistant.”

Your cheeks blushed as you held you hand out to Harry. “Hi,” you whispered. When Harry took your hand, you could feel literal sparks going off. Harry’s hands burned at your touch. He smiled at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“I have to say I’m surprised you brought Y/N last night to mum’s dinner,” Gemma admitted as she stirred her cup of tea with a spoon. Harry stared at his sister from across the table, his eyebrows quirked up. Gemma looked up when she noticed his silence. Her eyes went wide. “No! I don’t mean you shouldn’t have! I just meant…you never bring anyone home.”

Harry nodded his head in agreement. It was true. Harry rarely brought anyone home to meet his family. He felt like if he was bringing someone to meet the most important people in his life, it should be someone he knew he had a future with. Although yours and Harry’s relationship was still fairly new, he knew that you were it for him. He knew that he wanted to spend as much time as he could with you. In his eyes, you were perfect and he wanted his family to see just how happy you made him.

Harry looked down at his fingers, a smile ding its way onto his face when he thought about how natural you looked with his family. How you laughed at his sister’s jokes, how you helped clean up the kitchen. Harry looked up at his sister and shrugged his shoulders. With a smile, “I truly believe I’ve waited my whole life to be with her.”

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

“Have you ever been in love?” you asked quietly. You and Harry were tangled up with one another. Your head was resting on his chest while his hand was on your lower back. Harry hummed. Has he been in love? Yes, he’s had a few girlfriends and he did feel something for each one but was it ever love?

You tilted your head up to look into his eyes. Harry shook his head no. “I don’t think I have been, no.” Harry admitted. You nodded your head. Harry pulled you closer to him. “Have you?”

To think about you loving someone gave Harry a slight pang in his chest. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the privilege of calling you theirs. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the honor of feeling your lips against their own.

You shook your head no as you let out a sigh. “Not yet.” Harry nodded his head as he began to play with your hair. “When do you know you’re in love?” You thought out loud. You had a lot of friends who were in love and even married. They knew they were in love. How do you know you’ve met someone and fell in love with them?

Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he too, thought the same thing. “I think…I think you know you’re in love when your significant other makes you feel everything and anything. I think you never want to leave their side, you mind always drifts to them…I’m not quite sure.”

“I feel all of those things with you,” you admitted quietly. Harry was sure that you could feel his heartbeat beating a million times a minute. Knowing that you were in the process of falling for him made him want to jump and scream at the world because…he felt all of those things with you.

You sat up and looked at Harry. He had a smile on his face as he stared back at you. “I feel all of those things and so much more.” You whispered as you placed your hand on his cheek.

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

Harry let out a chuckle as he stared at you from across the room, dancing terribly with one of your friends. It’s nice to know that his girlfriend was just as uncoordinated as he was.

Niall took a seat next to Harry, holding a beer. He noticed Harry’s eyes following your every move. You turned and looked at Harry and smiled, a genuine smile before you and your friend made your way over to the bar. Niall tilted his beer in your direction. “Y/N’s special.”

Harry nodded his head. He looked over at Niall and smiled. “She is.” Niall smiled at his friend. “You know, mate. I’ve known you for a long time but it wasn’t until you met Y/N that I’ve seen you this happy. It’s like every time you look at her, you get this sparkle in your eye and she gets it too you know. Whenever she looks at you, it’s like you’re all she sees.”

Harry looked down at his lap with a giant, goofy smile on his face. Whenever someone talked about how much you cared for him, it truly did make him a sappy goose. Niall patted Harry’s back. “She’s perfect for you.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Harry reached across from the table and grabbed your hand. “That was amazing, thank you love.” Harry smiled. For Harry’s birthday, he didn’t want to do much; only wanting to spend time with you. You decided to make him one of his favorite meals. You set up fairy lights in his backyard and set a table for the two of you. Music was playing softly in the background.

You looked up at Harry before you put your fork down. You beamed at him. “Of course, H.”

When the next song played, Harry immediately stood up. He walked over to you and held his hand out. “Dance with me.” You let out a chuckle as you took his hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. Together the two of you swayed to the song. Harry placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Harry softly sang. You smiled as you listened to Harry singing along. You felt like the lyrics described your relationship with Harry perfectly. You couldn’t help falling falling in love with him.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

You let out a shaky sigh as you stared at your reflection. Tonight was Harry’s album release party and naturally, you were nervous. This was Harry’s big night. This is what he’s spent so much time on. You wanted everything to go accordingly for him.

You stared at the necklace on your neck. You let out a scowl. Really? you thought. Surely you had a much classier necklace somewhere in Harry’s room. You quickly took the necklace off and rummaged your way through Harry’s drawers.

Harry made his way up to his bedroom that you were getting ready in. He leaned against the door frame as he watched with you with amused eyes. You noticed Harry in the reflection and let out another sigh. “H, maybe I shouldn’t be there tonight.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he noticed how distraught you were. He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as the both of you stared at your reflection. He pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Why not, love?”

You placed your hands on top of his. “I look like an absolute mess.” Harry shook his head. Surely his beautiful girlfriend wouldn’t talk so lowly of herself. Harry closed his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder. “You look perfect,” he whispered.

You turned around in Harry’s hold and looked up at him. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.” You chuckled. Harry smiled as he took your hand and pressed a kiss on top of it. “I mean it, love. You look perfect.”

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

You let out a groan as you stared at your computer screen. Harry looked up from his phone. “What’s wrong, love?”

“My boss just emailed me about the meeting we’re having tomorrow. I have to go home and pick up some stuff to prepare” you sighed as you started making your way towards the door. Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he followed you. For a long time Harry’s thought about asking you to move in with him. You were already at his place almost everyday. Why delay it?

You were putting on your jacket as you noticed Harry’s fingers picking his bottom lip, something he did when he was thinking hard about something. “You alright, H?”

Harry looked up at you before he let go of his lip. “Do you want to move in?” Your eyes widened in shock. Harry placed his hands in his jean pockets as he waited on your answer nervously. “You want me to move in?” You asked.

Harry nodded before he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re already here most of the time, love. It’d definitely be easier if all your stuff is already here.”

You smiled as you took a step in front of him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Alright. I’ll move in with you.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fighting against all odds

“So how are you and Harry?” you sister asked as the two of you were out shopping. You looked up from the blouse you were looking at and smiled at your sister. “We’re perfect” you replied before you placed the blouse back onto the rack.

Your sister nodded before she closed her mouth. For her entire life, she’s never seen you so happy. She’s never seen you so in love and to be honest, that scared her. The last thing she ever wanted to see was you get hurt. “Does it ever scare you? Being so in love with him?” Your sister asked delicately, not wanting to get you mad.

You paused from looking at the skirts and shrugged your shoulders. “It did. At the beginning, yes. But…it also made me excited. Harry’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before. He’s made me more confident in myself. He’s just made me feel loved.” You smiled thinking about how much Harry has impacted your life.

Your sister walked closer to you, her eyes searching into yours. “Yes but doesn’t his status scare you?” When the press found out Harry Styles had a girlfriend, they had a field day. For a long time, it felt like everything you did was plastered on magazines. The press also loved coming up with rumors about the relationship. It was hard reading so much things accusing one cheating on the other but if anything, it made your relationship with Harry stronger. It made you realize you didn’t care what others had to say about you. You loved Harry and nothing would ever change that.

You looked into your sister’s concerned eyes and smiled. “I don’t see Harry as the Harry Styles. He’s just Harry and he’s…perfect.”

I see my future in your eyes

Gemma had her head resting on her hand as she stared at the display case. Her eyes caught one ring in particular. “How about this one?” she asked as she pointed at the ring. Harry looked over at the ring and immediately shook his head no.

Gemma let a groan as she placed her head on the display case. “Harry! We’ve been at this bloody store for over an hour!” Harry sighed, regretting bringing his sister. “Have to find the perfect one.” he mumbled. Gemma stood up straight and shook her head. You did deserve the perfect ring. It was just hard when Harry was so damn picky. “You know she would be fine with anything you pick, Harry. She’s not materialistic.”

Harry let out a sigh. “I know. She just deserves it you know? She deserves the world.” Harry’s eyes were scanning the rings laid out before his eyes landed on the one. “Can I see that one please?” Harry asked the clerk, his eyes never leaving it. The clerk smiled and took the ring out and handed it to Harry. Gemma stood behind Harry and gasped. “That’s beautiful, Harry.”

Harry smiled before he looked up at the clerk. “I’ll take this one.”

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

Harry rubbed his sweaty palms against his suit jacket as he waited for you to walk down the aisle. His eyes wandered to all of the guests you and him invited to be a part of the special occasion. He gave a smile towards your mother. He looked at his own and chucked as she was staring back at him, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. Her little boy was marrying the girl of his dreams. Harry turned around and looked at all of his groomsmen who beamed at him. Niall gave a thumbs up while Nick winked.

One by one, the bridesmaids made their way across the aisle. With each one, Harry grew more and more nervous. Finally, the song shifted, causing everyone to rise to their feet. The doors opened and there you were with your father. Harry’s breath hitched as he stared at his bride to be. He could’ve sworn he was looking at an angel, you were so perfect.

I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

You gave your father a hug before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You stood in front of you husband to be, a tear managing to escape as you were about to become Mrs.Styles. Harry’s eyes held tears of his own as he took your hand. Once everyone took a seat and the pastor began to speak, Harry mouthed, “You look perfect.”


the amount of requests i’ve had to write this is INSANE. i hope i wrote it to everyone’s justice! also thank you guys so much for checking up on me during the hurricane! means the absolute world that you guys took the time to make sure everything was alright! i hope for anyone that was impacted is doing alright. sending all my love to you. 

you can find the rest of my writing here

also when i was looking up gifs, i thought this was 2013 harry MY HEART

anonymous asked:

So I reading chapter 90 and just WOW!!!! Is all I have to say. I love that Deku says it can't be anyone but Kirishima. But can you explain that a little more please! But only if you have time.

The timestamp on this ask tells me I’ve been thinking about it for eight hours and right this moment I just decided, fuck it, the day after the anniversary sounds like a perfect moment to lose my shit over chapter 90 again, let’s do this

So the short answer in case you don’t have time for a trip through ninety chapters of the bnha manga is, Kirishima has with Bakugou a relationship unlike nearly anyone else, based on mutual trust and faith in each other’s strength and the firm understanding that neither of them is putting themselves above the other ever, and that made it so that in the group of people present at the moment Kirishima was the only one Bakugou would have willingly accepted help from, so that’s why it had to be him 

That’s some great foundation for a mutually respectful relationship if I’ve ever seen one and my heart weeps a lot 

BUT I said I was gonna cry about this properly so let’s do this let’s just go back to the beginning of the manga anon my pal I need you to understand why everything about that chapter has me in tears still even though it’s been a year and probably a thousand read-through’s

(this is seriously image heavy I’m so sorry oops)

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Request: Can you do one where jughead cares about the reader and he’s worried about her with all the drama and the now murder in riverdale so he goes over to her house one night with some excuse to cover that hes really just worried about her and doesn’t want her alone

A/N: This is such a cute idea.  I think it’s so true to his character and I like it a lot.  Thanks for requesting and feel free to request other ideas in my inbox!

Word count: 1254

Warnings: Mentions of murder, anxiety, cursing

Originally posted by riverdalesource

There was something disturbing about dark and stormy nights.  When didn’t they go wrong?  They always did.  Sunny days?  Sure bad things happen, but not every time.  Every time it rains, it pours, and every time it pours, the darkness is absolute and the creaks in your house are never just the results of years of wear.  And thus, why you were hiding in your closet, clinging to a chilly aluminum bat as your only source of protection.  

Moments earlier, the storm had blown your door open, and there had been hard footsteps on the fake wooden slatted floors.  You had to clench the bat between your thighs for a moment, removing your hands so your quivering fingers wouldn’t clink against the hollow body.  You took as deep a breath as you could, trying to get the image of the hole in Jason Blossom’s head out of your own mind.  

Everyone in Riverdale who said they weren’t on edge after the discovery that Jason was murdered and not just taken by the currents were lying.  The air seemed colder and stiffer, no dead body correlations intended, however… this was the reality.  Somebody had been… murdered.  Anyone who carried on with business as usual, block party with the Joneses, couldn’t have a grain of brain, or at least in your opinion, couldn’t have a grain of brain.

A murder meant a murderer.  A murderer meant that someone who everyone knew was suddenly capable of killing anyone.  Especially if they had wanted to and succeeding in killing Jason Blossom.  You had certainly done worse to the community than Jason.  You stole from convenience stores during puberty, like everyone else.  And this acknowledgement that there was more reason to murder you than the person who was already dead and decaying sent your heart deeper and deeper into your stomach with each thudding footstep up your stairs.  

The creak of your bedroom door was accompanied by a soft whimper, which you soon realized, you had let out.

“Shit,” you whispered, feeling tears well in the corners of your eyes at the realization that every shaky breath you tried to inhale could be your last.  The intruder in your room murmured something, but the words were too low and you were too preoccupied trying to remember your seventh grade gym class lessons on self defense and if they had taught you how to be bulletproof to understand what was being said.  But before you knew it, the door to your closet was thrown open, the aluminum bat slipping from your weak grip on it and clattering to the floor with an echoing ring.  

“Y/N?” You looked up, making eye contact with the person who had, literally, broken into your house just a minute or so ago.

“Jughead?” You groaned, dropping your head to your hands.  Now that you realized that the only person in danger here right now was Jughead, whose neck you pictured in your grip as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“Are you okay?” You heard him lean down, his voice softer and closer to your face now.

“I thought you generally had an issue with people who asked questions they knew the answer to.” Jughead nodded to himself, lips pursed.  “You didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.  Thought I’d surprise you.”  A prominent snarl on your face, you looked up to him again.  Sarcastically he continued, “Surprise.” His eyebrows lifted in a friendly gesture, his blue eyes pools of comfort for you as he offered you his hand.  You took it, him lifting you to a standing position, grasping the bat and placing it back into your closet before closing it.  “Anything you want to talk about?  Maybe about why you were hiding in your closet?”

“Funny.” He raised his eyebrows in question.  “I thought you were some crazy murderer!” He cocked his head to the left, a look in his eyes that only said, really? “It’s not my fault you have the gait of a serial killer.”

“What is a serial killer gait?” He walked over to your window, looking at the rain falling outside.

“That!  That gait!”

He turned to you, leaning his head from one side to the other in thought.  “Do you have anything to eat?” It was your turn to act surprised, however, in all honesty, you were always certain of only one thing: Jughead would choose a cheeseburger over anybody.

“I don’t know.” Following behind him down the stairs to the kitchen.  “Haven’t been to the grocery store since you were here yesterday.”

“Oh!  There’s still leftover Pop’s in the fridge.” He pulled out two styrofoam containers from your fridge that you didn’t even know you had.  The oven beeped a little tune as he turned it on to reheat his food.

“Leftover?”

“Well, takeout.  From last night.”

“You have any onion rings?”

“Do you know who you’re speaking to?” You stared at him, deadpan. “Of course I got you onion rings.” He opened the smaller of the two takeout boxes, revealing a full pile of onion rings.

“Oh, just for me, huh?”

“No really do you even know who I am?” You rolled your eyes now.  “Of course I got more for myself than you.” You hummed in understanding, collapsing into a stool at the breakfast bar, the cool granite chilling you to your bones.  Shuddering, you lifted your head.  

“Jug?” He had left the kitchen for a second, returning a moment later with a blanket from the living room, wrapping it around your shoulders.  You moaned softly, tightening the plush throw around you and reveling in its warmth.  “Thank you.” He nodded.  Jughead had always been bad at the grandiose gestures, but you never questioned his love for you.  Especially with the little things, that in your mind always added up.  “Why’d you really stop by, Juggy?”

“I told you, you were on the way.” He insisted, turning away from your inquisitive gaze.  

“Mmhmm.” You made a quick pillow out of your arm wrapped in blanket, laying down.  “Scared me shitless, just ‘cause.”

“Didn’t mean to scare you like that,” he mumbled, finishing with a few more words you missed.

“Hm?”

“I said I didn’t mean to scare you,” he repeated.

“Well you did.  I think I peed myself a little.  And I cried.”

“You cried?” He asked.  “Well it’s good I came to check on you, then.”

“Aha!” You lifted your head sharply.  “You were worried about me.”

“No, you can take care of yourself.  I know you’re capable of that.” You nodded mockingly.  “Okay.  You’re home alone!  Someone was killed just a few months ago, yes I was worried about you.  It was dark and rainy and you were home all by yourself on a Friday night.  Figured checking up on you was better than not.”

“That’s real sweet, Jughead.” He swatted you away, turning back to the food that was slowly heating up in the oven.  You two stayed that way, in silence for a few minutes, before the loud ring of the timer disturbed the peace.  Your gaze, fixed on the marbled granite counter top, was soon consumed by the visual of a nearly disgusting portion of onion rings.  

“Soup’s on,” he joked wryly, sitting beside you.  You lifted your arm, engulfing him in the blanket too.  “Why thank you.”  And the two of you ate peacefully, the only sounds the drops of rain hitting the pavement outside.  

Maybe not all stormy nights were all bad.

Prompt: “That’s irrational.”

When you first heard the album, sitting with Harry in your backyard, Carolina was one of your favorites. It was catchy and it had good lyrics. It didn’t cross your mind that the song was written about someone else. But when Harry went on Nicks radio show and told the story of the song and who it was about, a wave of anger couldn’t help but overcome you. Each and every time you had the album on shuffle, you skipped it faster than you could blink. When it came on the radio you turned it down. If Harry started singing it, you left the room. You came to hate the song. Hearing your love of 3 years sing about how another girl “feels so good” and is “all i think about” didn’t exactly put you in a position to fawn all over the song. This is what you were trying to explain to Harry when he confronted you about your obvious dislike for the song. 

“I know you don’t like Carolina. Why? You liked it when you first heard it, didn’t you? It was one of your favorites actually. What changed?” He asked you, when he stepped out of the shower, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“Nothing changed. I like the song, its good.” you said coldly. 

“Then why do you go out of your way to not listen to it, and when you have to, you cringe down to the last second?” His voice was angry mixed with a bit of sadness. He wasn’t yelling…yet. You knew your opinion mattered a lot to Harry. And although you didn’t like the song, you figured he deserved the truth. 

“Fine Harry. You wanna know why I don’t like the damn song?” you said and he looked at you expectantly. 

“It’s blatantly about another girl. You’re one of the most private people I know. You wouldn’t go out of your way to put the girls name in the song, put it on the album and sing it on national TV if it didn’t mean a lot to you. So excuse me if I don’t want to listen to my boyfriend sing about how another girl is all he thinks about.” you said getting more and more angry with each word that you said. Harry looked at you and didn’t say anything, so you continued. 

“Harry that song makes me look like a fucking joke. And I know its your music and you have the right to write about anything you want to. But every time I look at you, I see you and her. Every time I hear that song, I think of you and her. And if she means that much to you, then why am I here?”

“Babe…you’re over reacting. Its just a song.” Harry said tears welling up in his eyes, and it was then that you realized that you were crying as well. “I can promise you that she doesn’t mean as much to me as you do. Tell me what I can do to fix this. A song isn’t worth loosing you. I swear, she meant something to me a while ago. And she’ll always mean something to me in the way of a friend. But you…I can’t live without you.”

Now you were full on sobbing, “Then why’d you write the song? Its not a sin for me to be upset about the song. And it’s not even the fact that you wrote the song, it’s the fact that you took the time to expose the girl and make it very clear that it was about her.”

“So you don’t want me to write about other girls and life experiences? That’s irrational. I’m always going to write songs about my life experiences. If you cant handle that, when we can end this.” he said angrily. He immediately regretted saying it when you got up and stormed out of the room. 


“I don’t know what to do Gem. She won’t talk to me, she won’t look at me, she won’t let me touch her. I don’t sleep in the same bed as her anymore, she sleeps in the guest house. Not even in the guest room, the guest house. I feel like I’m losing her, and that can’t happen.” he said on the verge of tears as he spoke to his sister on the phone. 

“How long has this been going on?” she asked him carefully. 

He let out a long sigh, “about 4 days.”

“Honestly, she probably shut down because she feels like you haven’t acknowledged the fact that she’s hurt. Weather you feel like you did something wrong or not, she needs to know that you know and care that she’s hurting. If you haven’t made an effort to apologize to her, she won’t know that. Especially if you aren’t talking. And Harry, you have to admit, if the roles were reversed, you’d be pretty angry, too. I think you both need to talk because it sounds like to me, this argument is a two way street.”


He made his way down the small pathway to the guest house where you’ve been staying for the greater part of a week. You didn’t want to see him, hear his voice, speak to him or anything else. You knew you were overreacting just a little bit, but in your mind, you still had the right to be upset. He rang the doorbell and you automatically knew who it was. It was the first time he had been over since you left the main house. 

“Love, baby, princess…let me in. Please?” and there was something in his voice that you couldn’t ignore, even if you wanted to. You made your way over to the door, and before you could even get it all the way open, Harry pushed himself inside and wrapped his arms around you. You tensed up at first, but then relaxed into this chest, realizing you missed him. You stood there, in the doorway hugging for a long time, the first connection you’ve had with him in days. 

“Let’s talk, yeah?” he asked you sweetly, kissing your nose. You nodded and lead him over to the kitchen table. You sat, not saying anything to each other before he said,

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. When I wrote that song, I wasn’t thinking. I met Townes-”

“Don’t say her name.”

“I met her a few years back. It was just before I met you. We had a few mutual friends and they set us up on a blind date. And I’m not going to lie, I had a lot of fun that night. But she was missing something, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Plus the tour was about to start, so even just after one date, I broke it off.” He explained and you listened intently. “We remained in touch after that and I occasionally still talk to her. But I swear, she’s just a friend. She doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as you do. And when I said she was all I think about, its just a lyric. I don’t mean that literally. I deeply apologize if I made you question my love for you. That was never my intension. Its just a bloody song love. And yes it means something to me. Each and every one of my songs means something to me. But you…I could never express in words what you mean to me. I wrote countless songs about you- so, so many. But none of them bring you justice. You’re just that precious to me.” he said with a dimpled grin and a squeeze of your hand. 

“I’m sorry too H. I overreacted. I shouldn’t have been so jealous. And your music is your music, and I don’t have the right to question your creativity. I’m sure she is a nice girl. She should be flattered. But can I ask you something. Obviously you don’t have to answer.”

“What do you want to know, my lovely?” 

“Is there a song about me on your album.”

He looked at you with a devilish smirk and a gleam in his eye,

“Oh love, don’t you know you’re my only angel?”

(requested by: annon)

Camping

Genre: Fluff + Smut but mostly smut
Rating: M
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Summary: You hate your best friend because she made you go camping. But you also love your best friend because she made you go camping.

OR

You fuck Namjoon in a tent.

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Making out with... Haechan

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Anon: No one requested a making out with haechan yet so I thought I would - after reading the first kiss w/ haechan and making out with mark I’m so soft for a cute shy haechan

Anon: if it aint too much too ask can u make a making out with haechan ndnxxnx im so flustered asking this

Anon: Hey!! Make out w donghyuck? Innocent ofc 💓💓💓

Anon: would be really nice if you’d do a make out with haechan too 💖

Since Mark’s was so heavily appreciated (thank you for that btw!) I decided to post Haechan’s sooner than expected too! hopefully y’all like this, and don’t worry - it’s very fluffy and cute and beware for shy Haechan (ya ikr wtf) 💓also its quite long srry

Originally posted by donghyukslee


  • Your relationship with Donghyuk would be a very playful and teasing one
  • It’s very likely that you’d have started off as best friends
  • Or at least, your relationship resembled one strongly
  • So there wouldn’t be much kissing or PDA or skinship of any sort
  • Of course it wouldn’t mean he didn’t care about you or thought of you as a friend rather than a girlfriend
  • But it’d be a subconscious, mutual decision
  • Neither of you were ever that into it and you weren’t intending to start doing so soon
  • However, saying this, further into the relationship
  • As the pair of you grew more mature and your feelings for one another became deeper,
  • Haechan would need more of something to how his affection and love towards you
  • The teasing and jokes you shared were great to him, of course, but he’d be scared of losing you or not showing enough emotion physically to you
  • As if he needed something new and exciting to express his feelings
  • So he’d start doing just that - skin ship
  • You’d notice how he’d start holding you’re hand more, wrap his arms around your waist instead of your shoulders, tuck strands of your hair behind your ear occasionally
  • You’d know what he was doing and what his intentions were, which would make your heart go all soft and think of him as fluffy whenever he did so
  • You couldn’t help but blush whenever he touched you softly like that, your heart racing and your palms sweaty
  • Haechan would act so casually and it’d annoy you so god damn much
  • How could he possibly show you this kind of affection, without reacting like you awkwardly?
  • But really he’d be freaking out, cursing himself for not being direct enough or affectionate enough
  • He’d just wan to show you his feelings but he was also scared of rejection
  • He didn’t want you to turn him down or reject him, so only took baby steps
  • Eventually there’d be more cuddled, then more kisses, starting with your forehead, then cheeks, then nose and then lips
  • Soon skin ship would be so natural to you two
  • Kissing and cuddling one anther would be a normal thing unlike months before where it was basically nonexistent
  • And with more skin ship, means making out
  • The first time yo made out with Haechan, it was the most awkward and weird experience of your life, worse than your first kiss with him
  • Neither of you would know what to do or how to kiss for “making out” time
  • It’d be a casual date for you, just laying around chatting at the NCT dorms whilst the other members are out shopping for things
  • He would go in to kiss you, just like any other time - just a sweet and soft peck
  • And when he pulls back, he’ll stop moving when his face is only a few inches away from you
  • Staring at one another, you watched as he glances at your lips, a subtle way of asking if you were okay with what he was going to do next
  • You licked your lips, your breathing starting to become heavier and faster
  • Haechan gulps, wiping the palms of this hands on his pats, before awkwardly placing one on your hip and lacing the their one with your hand
  • Slowly you both lean in, eyes fluttering shut
  • And he’s so close that you can hear him quietly breathing heavily like you
  • Your lips meet and linger for a few seconds
  • There’s literally no movement or emotion in the kiss, not that either of you were trying to not put any into it
  • It was just because neither of you knew what to do
  • You’d open your eyes, lips still pressed to Haechan’s stiffly, and you cringe internally at the awkwardness of the situation
  • He looked so painfully cute and being this close to him meant you could see that his cheeks were tinted pink in embarrassment
  • Eventually, you wouldn’t be able to hold it in, but would start giggling, pushing him away from you and covering your face with your hands
  • Haechan looks at you, a pout forming on his lips and a look af sadness across his face - he’d think you were laughing at him which was kinda the case but okay
  • You’d try to tell him, but it would be virtually impossible so he’d have to wait a couple of hours sulking before you told him, to which he sighed in relief and found it amusing too
  • But anYWAY
  • yes ik i didnt end that well and it was rushed bUT
  • LETS TALK ABOUT WHEN YOU ACTUALLY MAKE OUT-MAKE OUT, LIKE PROPERLY THIS TIME
  • Haechan would always be shy before and after making out with you, but somehow he was the complete opposite when he was actually doing it like ???
  • I can guarantee you that he will have asked the older and only the nicer members for tips and probably went on wiki how for some advice and practised on the back of his hand lmao
  • Which really worked for him and you could tell
  • Although the next few make out session after your first would be a little stiff as well, very quickly they’d blossom into really nice and meaningful sessions
  • He’d like it if you were leaning on something like a wardrobe or table or kitchen counter because it’d mean he could control the kiss plus the other members said it would make your heart flutter which was definitely the case
  • Haechan would be so gentle and sweet with you, as if, if he held you too tightly or kissed you too roughly, you’d just break
  • He’d also be very slow and steady, not making things too heated and keeping it fluffy and with just the right amount of passion
  • One hand would cup your face, his thumb gently rubbing your jawline which would cause you to naturally loosen your jaw and relax
  • And his other hand would play with your hair, a gesture which would make your heart race
  • His kisses would start off very short and very many of them, just pressing them to your lips and smiling in between them
  • But then they’d become longer and slower, his tongue occasionally brushing your lips to pry them open
  • And no, not for PG reasons jfc
  • Sometimes, he’d slip his tongue into your mouth, but this would be very rare and the moment would quickly pass
  • He’d have a sudden jolt of confidence to do something daring, but then the thought would scare him and cause him to retreat back again
  • Not that you would mind, if he was uncomfortable, then you’re weren’t going to say anything to make him awkward
  • anyway back to it
  • He’d use his jaw a lot, so much so, he’d even complain about the pain he was having after
  • He couldn’t help but move his jaw whenever he kissed you, in attempt to make the kiss deeper and somehow press his lips even closer to yours
  • Humming occasionally, the vibrations would send shivers down your spine, making Haechan chuckle at your easily blushy self
  • He’d also be a fan of kissing your jaw srsly he has some kind of creepy and satanic obsession with it its not healthy
  • He’s always peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck, teeth nibbling on your collar bone as a joke causing you to raise your shoulders instinctively and giggle
  • He likes to hold your face/hair but he’d also like holding your sides and giving them a quick squeeze every now and then
  • This would make you jump and squeal from how sensitive and ticklish you were there, and he’d blush at you getting all blushy at him
  • Also, one last note before we go to blushy/awkward/weird Haechan again,
  • I think his lips are super soft and well-cared for
  • He probably doesn’t want to embarrass himself and do something wrong
  • He just really wants to be a good boyfriend and make sure you actually do like kissing him and being with him
  • TBH he probably worries all the time about your relationship
  • Scared that you’ll leave him or something, so he tries his best to be the best he can be
  • Which you really admire and love about him, and try to do the same back
  • After making out with Haechan, expect him to literally stay away from you
  • He’d feel so awkward and stiff afterwards, as if he committed a sin or something
  • Internally prays for his sins too
  • He’s also freaking out about what happened, shocked that he gained the confidence he did
  • Really red faced and you can literally see drops of sweat rolling down his face
  • Best thing to do is let him be and not dwell on it
  • Since he’ll always comes and find you later to basically smother you in affection and apologise and say he loves you and aWE
  • he just really loves you
  • And even though, he’d usually show his affection by teasing you and making fun of you like friends would,
  • It’d be in rare moments like this that you’d realise how much he really does love your guts you

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Yes and No

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky plans a proposal for you but pops the question on the night just before. You decide to still go through with it but this time, making your next move in the never-ending prank war with your friends. [~3300 words]

warnings: language and Bucky Barnes proposing three times which needs a warning for itself

A/N: the word ‘happy’ is in this about 3095328 times but we’re going to ignore that. 

Originally posted by little--batman

The knock on his door was hesitant but not but not quiet enough to not be noticeable which is why Steve wanted to kick the person on the other side right in the solar plexus for disturbing him in his much-deserved sleep. After the mission, Steve had been so tired, he hadn’t even taken off his suit properly but instead had only undone the zipper to at least breathe.

“Come on in,” he said, nevertheless, because he was Steve Rogers and that is the sort of thing a Steve Rogers does.

“Steve, I’ve got a problem.” It was Bucky. It was Bucky and for that reason, Steve was already more awake and even sat up in his bed.

“What is it, buddy?”

There was silence. Bucky shuffled over to the bed and planted himself onto it. Then, he played with his fingers.

Steve waited, Bucky usually took a bit longer finding the right words to-

“I think I want to marry her.”

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The Makeup Artist -/Fionn Whitehead Part 1.

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Hi, it’s Tia! I apologise for not posting in a while, I’ve had major writer’s block and my life has just been hectic. I should have loads of imagines posted soon! 

I got this idea and I thought it would be perfect for a miniseries and for it to be about Fionn. The romance will happen soon, don’t worry! The first part was for you to get an insight and what not!

If you have some requests regarding Fionn, send them ‘here’.

Hope you enjoy. xx

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The crisp air causes a crimson pigment to proclaim on the apples of your cheeks as you strolled down the street to get to your destination of the set for Dunkirk. You were lucky to grasp this job vacancy as it was a huge opportunity for your career in makeup. From the experience you had, you normally had to bring your own equipment. However, with this project being funded vastly, you were not required to bring any of your own possessions. Foremost, the actors also needed to illustrate all of their struggles and challenges through makeup (which would allow the acting to look more realistic): they had to look dirty and shiny. Not with fresh looking faces and with all of their blemishes covered up, no. They needed to look like someone had literally slapped them in the face with dirt.

Grasping onto the warm coffee cup, you started to see the set approach you. The hundreds of extras dotted around the beach front, already dressed in their costumes but faces looking fresh, not aesthetically suitable for the scene that would be filmed, shortly.

Nodding your head in a greeting manner every time you walked past one of the crew members, you walked to one of the makeup stations, situated at the top of the beach near the brick wall. You placed your back pack on the white plastic table and your latte next to it. Each of the makeup items had already been placed on the white tables in the tent, ready for usage.

The organisation for the makeup artists and stylists were that each makeup artist was given one of the listed characters (main characters) while the extras were just about working fast to get to each of them. There were over a dozen makeup artists on the set, which meant not all of them got one of the main characters, however, you were lucky enough to catch your grab on Harry, Harry Styles. Which when you found out you had Harry, you were bewildered. Surely, he would have someone more experienced or even his own personal makeup artists than little ole’ me?

Taking a large gulp of your drink, your eyes brightened at the sight of Harry and Fionn approaching your station. If you were to say you were a little bit more excited to see Fionn than Harry, would that be deemed wrong? Although over the time period of a couple of months of working on the set, you and Harry had become close, friend-wise that is, the boy is too disgusting to be seen as anything further. Even off set, with the limited time you do have off, you and Harry would go and adventure out together.

“Hi, Harry. Fionn..?” You trailed, knowing how hectic it was to get the characters looking dirty with the limited amount of time you had, so why was Fionn still looking fresh and cute? Not that the cute had any relevance, but…

“Oi, an’ where is my coffee,” Harry said with a slight huff, then finishing with a smirk.

“I’m your makeup artist Harry, not your assistant,” you joked back and motioned for Harry to sit on the chair so you could start the makeup application.

“Tha’s fine then, I’ll just have som’ of yours,” Harry smirked and grabbed your coffee cup and took a sip. With a huff and the roll of both of your eyes, you muttered that Harry could have the rest. Legitimately a child, he was.

“Oh, an’ Fionn is jus’ gonna hang here fo’ a bit, cause’ Sandra is busy sorting out Barry because one of the makeup artists called in sick,” Harry said, while intently watching you as you sorted all of the makeup that you would need specifically for Harry, as there were some extras that weren’t necessary.

“I may as well as do you as well, Fionn. That is, if I finish with Harry in enough time,” You replied, looking at Fionn as you spoke. A blush makes its way to your cheeks, but you are hoping loud mouth (Harry) wouldn’t pick up on that.

“You make that sound like a gang bang, love,” Harry smirked. A gasp escaped your mouth as you gently slapped Harry on the top of the head. A laugh erupted from Fionn, which caused you to smile.

“S'not nice is it,” Harry mumbled and then took another sip of your drink. You rolled your eyes before grabbing the extra chair and shuffled it closer to Harry so you could apply the makeup. Fionn had already situated himself on the extra chair and watched you apply the makeup.

“Gotta’ make you look like you’ve been beaten when I could do that without the makeup, with the way you are going with annoying me, I could give you two black eyes fo’ free,” you mumbled sarcastically as you dipped the makeup sponge in the brown pigmented makeup. Harry’s eyebrows scrunched up and pouted his lips.

“Told yah, Fionn. She bullies me,” Harry mumbled.

“Nah, mate, she’s fuckin’ funny,” Fionn replied causing your cheeks to explode in a redness. Harry’s eyes widened when he caught the eruption of crimson cover the apples of your cheeks.

“Oi oi…” Harry said with a smirk. You attempted to hide the ever-growing blush on your face by untucking the piece of hair behind your ear. You padded more of the brown pigment onto your sponge and dabbed it around Harry’s eye. At the same moment, Harry raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in Fionn’s direction.

“Stop it…” You mumbled and tried to focus on the makeup application. Once you were finished with Harry’s makeup, it was Fionn’s turn.

“Right, you’re done, mister. Fionn, it’s your turn,” you said while placing your items down and finding a clean-unused sponge. More so, making yourself look busy so you could avoid Harry’s teasing smirk. When you looked back up, Fionn was now sat on the chair and Harry sat where Fionn once was. You gave Harry a knowing look as he still needed his hair done, which only received a smirk and a shrug as a response.

After dabbing the right amount of makeup onto the sponge, you started applying it to Fionn’s face. The close proximity of the both of your faces made it incredibly hard for you to focus. Being this close to his face allowed you to see the intricate details of his face: from his freckles to his mole on his chin, to the beautiful green tint in his eyes.

Also at this very moment, Fionn was inspecting your intricate details: to how beautiful you looked with the minimal makeup you were wearing, to your plump cherry tinted lips that looked incredibly kissable.

To say that it was hard for him to compose himself was definite.

To say that it was hard for you to keep your professional conduct together was also a definite

You almost had to stop breathing because you were afraid of breathing in his face. That was how close you were to his face. What if your breath was bad? Had the Latte you had earlier affected the smell? Probably.

He almost had to close his eyes because all he could stare at was your lips. What if he accidentally kissed you? Would you have kissed back? Would it have made things incredibly awkward? Probably.

“It looks like you both are gonna’ kiss, wit’ how close you are,” Harry teased, causing you and Fionn to move away from each other abruptly. Fionn’s hand awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, while you coughed to try and disguise your blushing.

“Um, yeah, you’re done Fionn,” you mumbled and placed the makeup down, refusing to look him in the eyes as you were too embarrassed.

“Uh, thanks, love,” Fionn replied and got up from his seat. One of the makeup artists approached the tent and explained how you were asked for, seeing as there were fewer hands with sorting the makeup out.

“I’ll see you two later, then. And, Harry you owe me a latte,” you said and waved goodbye. Once you collected all the makeup items you needed and was out of sight, Harry turned and smirked at Fionn.

“Now, I thought The Notebook was the most romantic thing I’ve seen, but damn, I was wrong,” Harry smirked.

“Shut up, Harry.”

“You should get her number, ask her out on a date. You both seem keen on each other,” Harry said while raising his eyebrows.

“She’ll just say no,” Fionn mumbled.

“Mate, Y/N was basically eye-fucking you, doubt she’ll say no,” Harry chuckled and patted Fionn’s shoulder, gesturing him to move, seeing as they were needed by their hair stylists.

“Let me work some magic and I’ll get you a date with her,” Harry said while putting his thumbs up.

“Oh dear god.”

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College!au: Part 39/40

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 9.5 - Part 10 - Part 10.5 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 16.5 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Part 35.5 - Part 36 - Part 37 - Part 37.5 - Part 38 - Part 39

Your surprise for jimin is finally revealed and…lived.

Word Count: 2860

You were stood around a table, with all the things you had collected spread out in front of you. Yoongi was on your left and Taehyung was on your right. You looked at the items and then at the boys. “Hey Tae, why don’t you do it instead?” His soft chuckle vibrated against your eardrums, your eyes never left the items that lay on the table but you could feel the soft pitiful smiles that were directed towards you. “You can do this Y/N. It’s not like he’s going to reject you.” Yoongi’s words seemed to echo, he was right. Jimin wasn’t going to say no. But that didn’t mean he was going to like the surprise you had planned for him. Hell, did you even like it? You watch as Yoongi put the correct items into their designated bags. You didn’t realise how frantic your breathing was until you felt Taehyung’s hand on the small of your back. “What if he hates it all? What if he suddenly realised how lame I am and hates me forever?”

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Oiled Thighs and Prying Eyes

A huge thanks to @cockteasechloe​ for pushing us to write this and having the confidence to post it.  She also very kindly edited it for me and and made the final tweaks.  So here we have the first story published by us @missymoo78 starring Kate in the pictures.  If you like it, we’ll do some more.  Check out our blog for more of Kate https://www.tumblr.com/blog/missymoo78 


Pete was a long term friend of both Kate and I. A good looking man, he was a physio at a local football club, and kept himself in shape. Kate had always liked him. Even muttering the odd time how she found him quite hot. I’m not a jealous man, in fact I’m happy to share Kate with others, but I generally keep that myself. I certainly wouldn’t tell any friends, especially as what Kate looks like, brunette, five foot eight with a killer athletic body. If people knew I’d share her they’d be queuing up out the door! Kate is also no tart, she’s not flirty or in any way slutty, always dressing to look classy and sexy at the same time. Never a tease to any man bar me which makes this story even more exciting for me to share what happened.  

This all started in our local pub on a hot Saturday afternoon. Kate had done her morning workout at some crazy fitness class, insanity or something, and I’d spent most of the morning getting ready for a bbq. Pete was working as a physio at a local football match and Kate had invited him for a beer and a bbq with us. Pete had arrived before us and had various kit bags with him, explaining that he literally showered and came straight from the match. He told us he’d run late as one of the key players had pulled a muscle in his leg and needed a proper physio massage.

Kates eyes suddenly lit up, “Oh that sounds lovely, I’m stiff as a board after my fitness class, they really pushed me today. Why can’t you offer that service to me!” she jested.

Pete took his job very seriously, “stiff? Didn’t you warm down like I told you? Or did you push yourself too hard…? You need to take this stuff seriously!” he barked at Kate.

“Alright…alright…” she said trying to calm him, “I was only trying to blag a free sports massage you party pooper.“ She blew a raspberry in his face taking the piss as she knew he got so serious about his job. Pete smiled, he knew only too well he needed to lighten up but he did always mean well.

“If you really want a massage, I have my stuff?” he said to Kate. He then suddenly seemed aware of me, his focus had been entirely on Kate. He switched his attention to me and blurted out, "if thats okay of course… I mean its a professional massage and all…”

Pete was stuttering, I never doubted he wouldn’t be professional but I suddenly felt a twinge of arousal.  Imagine if he was naughty with her. A slip of the hand. A brush of his fingers between her legs. Against her pussy. My mind started to wander and Kate bought me back with a bang.

“Its not his choice! I’d love a massage Pete and I’m sure you will be highly professional” she smiled a him. Pete grinned back like a kid in a sweet shop. I knew deep down he fancied her and I was sure he’d love to get her in her underwear and his hands all over her.  

The conversation switched away from the massage but soon enough we finished the beers and went to walk back to mine. Kate popped to the loo leaving me waiting with Pete. I turned to him and smirked;  "Kates pretty hot when laid down, oiled up…., I’ve never managed to keep my hands to myself when massaging that body….. good luck on that…“ I winked at him. Pete looked bemused, I could see he was intrigued by what I meant. He stuttered again about being a professional and I smirked at him. Before he could say anything more Kate was back and we were walking home. On the way back Kate agreed with Pete that the sofa with a blanked on was the best she could offer for a massage table. We soon got home and Pete went into the lounge to set his stuff up.  Kate came out with me to the BBQ.

"You don’t mind me getting a massage from Pete? Do you?” she asked.

"Mind? I’m thrilled, horny even…,” I said to her with a cheeky wink of the eye. Kate’s eyes opened wide in shock.

“What do you mean horny!!! I’m getting a massage from a pro. I’ll keep my underwear on and he’ll be a gentleman!” She snapped back at me defensively.  

“So having Pete massaging you all over won’t get you going just a little bit. I know you find him hot….his hands massaging your legs then your inner thighs, what if asks you to get naked under the towel?” I teased her, pushing her to let go and have some fun. Kate grinned a little, her cheeks a little red. She was rumbled. I knew she liked him but this was not something Kate would ever do.

“He won’t ask me to be naked and if he does I’m sure it’s for a reason” she tried to defend him. I plucked up the courage and asked her;

“I know we are all a little tipsy, but go on, he’s a nice guy, give him a show” I nervously suggested. Kate was shocked, she didn’t do things like that and didn’t expect me to suggest it. She’d maybe do that for me but never for anyone else. But Kate didn’t react the way I had expected. I thought she’d be furious, angry and maybe think I was joking but she surprised me.  

“A show? What like let him see my pussy or touch me up?” She replied. She was tipsy and flirty, which always made her open up and be more forward. But would she actually do this? I pushed her.

“Yeah why not…you said you want to be more adventurous. It can be yours and Pete’s secret….” I hoped she’d go for it. She frowned, I was sure she was in two minds possibly considering it and that just made me even hornier. That moment was, however, broken by Pete.

"Ummm I’m ready, I guess?” He said blatantly nervous. Kate asked him how he wanted her and to my disappointment he replied “whatever….keep you underwear on, so errrr just bra and knickers under a towel… do your have a towel?”

Kate nodded and Pete walked off to get ready, she glanced back at me and said, “See? Professional to the end! Now get on with your bbq” she said and no peeking through the window!” She turned and walked off.

I felt flat, I actually thought she might do something really naughty and dirty but I think the moment was lost. I set about sorting the bbq, as I laid out the coals I glanced through the window that Kate was now in. She pulled the curtains closed but as she did she smiled at me, adjusting them a little, and to my surprise she’d left a small gap. She knew only too well that I would properly take a peek but she didn’t seem fussed. I saw Pete leave the room and through the small gap I could see Kate peel off her jeans and top. The pink underwear was bright even from a distance.


She carefully slid under the towel and called Pete back in the room. I will be honest, it looked dull as dish water. If she was keeping her underwear on I didn’t see the point but maybe Pete was being a professional. He entered the room which was still fairly light, Pete had his back to me but I could see him getting the oil ready. I heard muffled sounds. He must’ve been explaining what he would do, the muscles and the effects, boring things like that I thought. Where was the action?

Kate didn’t look as hot as I hoped now the towel covered most her body. I turned away and lit the bbq instead. Grabbing a beer whilst it took hold. For some reason I decided to take one more cheeky peek.  

Pete was adjusting the towel, he placed it nicely and professionally over her back side leaving her upper body exposed. Pete was looking at her back a little perplexed.

“Sorry Kate, I’m not being flirty, can you move your bra straps? The oil will ruin that bra” Pete asked. They were in the way for sure and I had learnt the hard way that oil and lingerie are never a good mix. I was expecting Kate to slide them off her shoulders but her arm swung around and she unfasten the catch.


The back of the bra pinged open and in true Kate classy style she dragged it from under herself and placed it on the floor. She lay there now naked bar her panties and towel and suddenly I felt horny again. Pete didn’t seem to too phased and I saw him admire her firm athletic body on the sofa.  


Pete pumped some oil from a dispenser and started on her shoulders. Kate let out a little moan, “that’s a little sore but it feels great”. Pete explained back he’d go gentle but some pain would be inevitable. Slowly he worked away on her upper back and shoulders.

Pete was now onto her arms and upper back. I watched his hands slide smoothly over her body. He was good and I could tell Kate was in heaven as her body shifted as Petes hands hit the various muscles. Slowly Pete was moving down her body, his hands stayed away from the side of her boobs which was a shame. I could see her boobs just poking out the sides but Pete didn’t seem interested. He was now down her lower back, his hands nearing the hem of her panties. Pete drew back pondering something;

“Kate, are these knickers important? I just dont want to get oil on them as I do your lower back?” he ask. I could hear nerves in his voice. “I mean, I can avoid them but it wont be a proper lower back massage, you could pull them down a a few inches if thats okay?”. Pete really was being a pro, this was not going as I planned but Kate had another idea up her sleeve.

Kate swung her head round, “Would it be easier if I just took them off?”.  I couldn’t believe she just said that. Kate was not one to take her panties off around anyone and even struggled going commando for me! Kate laid back down and again to my utter disbelief she said, “why not pass us the towel and if you wipe your hands I’ll hold the towel and you can take them off”


Pete looked as shocked as I felt. This wasn’t the Kate I knew. Pete grabbed the spare little towel and wiped his hands. Kate placed her hands on the towel and Pete slid his hands around her waist. I watched him hook his fingers under her hips and slide off her little pink panties. Kate smoothed out the towel and laid fully back down. He stood there with her panties in his hand.

I hadn’t expected this and suddenly seeing another man pull my wife panties down was a serious turn on. He carefully folded them next to her before repositioning the towel and protecting her modesty. The towel now sat a lot lower, you could just see the crack of her bum and the curve of her ass and I now had a raging hard on knowing Kate was naked bar the towel.  

Her upper body glistening from the oil, she looked gorgeous and sexy in every way. He carried on with her lower back adding more oil, his hands working her lower back and just running onto the top of her bum and he pushed the towel down a fraction more. I could see an inch of her crack and two nicely formed mounds where her bum started. Kate moaned in pleasure, not in a sexual way but she was certainly enjoying it. Pete asked Kate about her workout and she told him the muscle groups she had been working on. Pete started explaining his lower body plan,

“Well if you worked your gluts muscles ideally I’d deep massage your bum but its pretty personal. That’s your call?” he asked seemingly now a little more relaxed.

“Sure, sounds good.  Do what you need to do” Kate whispered.

Pete wasted no time, he folded the towel over half her bum exposing a whole cheek. From where I was I could now see her whole naked body and her pert ass cheek fully on view. Her legs were tightly together but it was suddenly much more erotic to me. Pete worked his hands hard into her bum muscles. The towel did cover the crack of her bum but only just. Slowly his hands worked down her legs past her bum. Kate shuffled, her legs opened slightly. Not enough to see her pussy but it was quite the tease.  

His hands roamed her upper thighs and bum. Kate said it felt nice and I caught Pete grinning as he admired the view. He moved to the other side and started to refold the towel to work on her left side. 


The towel sat awkwardly and started sliding off her body a little. Pete grabbed it quickly and tried to reposition it. Pete apologised as he exposed most of her ass but Kate was ahead of him. She reached back as if to help him with the towel but only made it worse. It fell off to the side exposing all of Kate’s bum. Two pert cheeks right in front of Pete, fuck me was that a horny sight. Pete hurriedly repositioned it and apologised profusely.  

“Pete my dear, dont worry” said Kate. “It’s a massage and you’re a friend, it’s fine,” she finished with but then to my amazement she dragged it off her ass again and dropped the towel to the floor.   “That’s probably easier right?” she said.

Pete stood there in amazement as Kate now laid naked face down on the sofa. Her naked body there for Pete to see, her pert ass right in front on him. She was teasing him like there was no tomorrow. Her legs just apart but still classy, the small bulge in her thighs hiding her most intimate area. He moved onto the sofa and worked her other side. His hands working into her soft flesh, he worked hard on her ass again, her bum cheeks being pushed and pulled, what a sight all toned and glistening. How could any man resist this? My cock was getting hard as I peered through like some dirty peeping Tom. Pete was to the side of Kate now and adding more oil. She seemed completely at ease naked with him. He moved away from her bum and was now focussing on her legs. Pete got up and moved about again. The sofa didn’t allow ideal all round access so he was having to make do. Pete explained he wanted to work on her calves which meant sitting behind her and on her legs. Kate whispered that was fine and Pete slid on to the sofa. I swear I saw a hard on in his pants but I couldn’t be sure. Pete had to kneel behind Kate, in doing so Kate opened her legs a fraction more. The tease for Pete must have been incredible. The room was a little dark and I could only see a shadow between her legs. Pete applied more oil and his hands worked up her calves and onto her thighs. Slowly his hands worked their way onto her inner thighs. As he neared the top Kate wiggled a little and opened her legs. Fuck me….I whispered in my head.


Kate’d legs were now open a few inches, I could just make out her pussy in the shadow and Pete was in the ideal position between he legs massaging her toned thighs,  with her pussy right in front of him.

My dick was like a rock, Kate was certainly teasing him and flashing him, even in the dim light I could just make out her inner lips. Her cute pussy there for Pete to see, what a show off Kate was being.   I unbuttoned my flies and my dick sprung out. The cool air on my hard cock felt amazing. Slowly I wanked myself while watching a good friend of my mind massage my naked wife whilst he looked at her pussy. I was expecting Pete to work more on her inner thighs but he headed south to he calves. He slid back and grabbed her leg lifting it. In the process he opened her legs a little wider. The cheeky bastard wanted a better view for sure and he got one. The light from the partially opened window exposed her little pussy even better. Two smooth lips with the slightest amount of pubic hair. Pete massaged her left and then her right side and again he lifted up her leg. Kate must have known what he was doing as she flashed her most intimate area to him. His hands gently rubbed her calves, massaging like a pro still, he carefully placed her leg down and shuffled on his knees closer to Kate. His hands moved back down her legs and on to her inner thighs again.  


He ran long sweeping movements with his hands across her legs, bum and down her inner thighs.  As he massaged her bum he pulled her cheeks apart a little, her asshole exposed for a second and then gone.  Kate’s legs now apart I could see her slit clearly and yet she allowed Pete’s hands to slide alarmingly close.  

I was wanking furiously trying my best to enjoy the situation and also avoid cumming.  Pete’s hands worked now solely on Kate’s upper and inner thighs.  His fingers nearing her pussy on every massage.  I suddenly say Kate twitch but say nothing.  Did her touch her pussy?  I couldn’t see clearly through the window but I could see how close he was getting.  The oil on her thighs shinning right up to her lips.  His fingers pushed higher this time and then I saw it, he stroked over her left lip, Kate didn’t move, he repeated sliding his hand up her leg and onto her lip, once agin no movement and then he made his move, his fingers blatantly slid over her opening.  As his hands slid away, her once dry pussy lips now glistening with oil.  

His hand movements up her legs decreased as he focused on her pussy.  He slid forward and opened her legs even more, his hand straight over her pussy.  He paused a second and reached back, he grabbed the oil and applied more over her bum and I watched it trickle down over her asshole and onto her lips.  Pete sat between her legs he moved in a little closer using his legs to push Kate’s legs open even more.  Her shining lips opened a little, she was dripping wet.  Her pussy was swollen and red, she was aroused and horny to a new level.  Pete massaged her lips, one hand worked down under and onto her clit, the other sliding around her pussy, I heard a sigh from Kate.  The other hand massaged her ass before Pete slid his fingers down and then he slipped a finger inside her and then a second.  Fuck, I was fighting cumming as I watched my mate finger my gorgeous naked wife.  Slowly he eased his fingers in and out whilst the other rubbed her clit.  Kate’s body was starting to move, she was nearing her climax.  I could see Pete’s fingers were wet and shiny and I knew that wasn’t just the oil.  Kate was breathing hard and suddenly she raised her bum a little, her body tensed and she clamped her legs shut around Pete’s hands, she squirmed and wriggled in pleasure as she came.  She went limp and Pete pulled his hands away.  Her legs relaxed and opened a little.  Her pussy was so wet and shiny I wanted to jump through the window and fuck her right there.  Pete just sat there staring at her pussy, my dick on the edge of cumming in my hand.  Kate broke to the silence.

“So do you need to massage my front or are we done?”

Pete looked shocked, I was guessing he thought this was all over.  “Errr, yeah sure, we can do upper body and thighs?  We dont usually massage the stomach much but I can do lightly?” Pete muttered in a daze.  He stepped back off the sofa sporting a massive tent pole in his shorts.  I felt for him, at least my dick was out and in my hands. Kate looked over her shoulder at him;

“Well pass me the two towels and turn away…I mean we don’t want you seeing my pussy do we?” she said patronisingly to him.  Pete was away with the fairies and no doubt all over the place in his head.  He passed Kate the two towels and Kate gestured to him to get off the sofa and turn away and he did.  I watched Kate roll over, her naked body for my eyes to see, pert tits and a beautiful landing strip.  She was shagged out for sure and usually Kate only ever wanted one orgasm so I presumed she literally wanted a massage.  Kate had other ideas.  She grabbed the tiny hand towel and laid it carefully over her pussy.  It was tiny, barely enough to cover her landing strip and pussy lips.  “The bigger towel is covered in oil Pete so I’ve had to use the small one, I hope that’s okay?” she said lying there topless and near enough naked.  


She acted as though nothing had just happened.  Pete swing round and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.  Kates athletic body was now properly on show, her six pack, toned upper body, great pert tits and nipples, and her gorgeous thighs.  Pete was flustered and his flag pole was certainly at maximum height. He poured oil onto Kate’s upper body between her breasts.  Kate lay there, her eyes shut she looked too hot and sexy.  My balls ached from edging, I needed to cum but this was simply too hot.  Pete started massing her shoulders and and it wasnt long before his hands were around breasts.  He slowly curved around the mounds, carefully, softly and sensually he rubbed them.  He was testing the water for sure and after several circles his hands slid over them running onto her nipples.  I could see they were erect as he carefully kneaded them.  Kate lay motionless enjoying the experience and the exhibitionist in her.  Pete moved south heading down to her stomach, he worked her sides and back to her breasts.  He pushed the towel down a small and across amount and a hint of her landing strip was visable.  


I swear he ran his hands over it a few times.  I could see he wanted to head south again and it wasn’t long before he stepped away from the sofa and moved down to her legs.  He stood to her side and started massaging her legs, he slid his hands up and down stopping at her ankles and then the hem of the towel.  As before he worked professionally, massaging the top of her legs and then the backs of her calves.  Kate opened her legs again just a small amount, enough for a tease but not more.  Pete then moved onto the sofa again.  He grabbed Kate’s leg and lifted it slightly to do her calves.  Her legs naturally opened and Pete was aiming for a better view but the small towel did its job and clung to her pussy much to both Pete’s and my frustration.  Pete worked that leg for a few minutes before he placed it down and grabbed the other, her leg lifted and to my delight the towel gave a small surrender and slid towards her stomach.  A tiny glimpse of Kate’s pussy on view, small well trimmed hairs on her mound.  Pete’s eyes watched the towel as his hands tried to push it away.  

Pete laid her leg down and grabbed some more oil.  He was now back working on her upper legs again and hips.  I watched as his hands slid up her the top of her thighs and her very subtly pushed her towel up a tiny amount.

Each time he slide the towel higher, more and more of her pussy was on show and Kate never flinched.  He pushed her legs open a little more.  I could see under the shadow of the towel two lips, still shiny, her pussy now just on view.  Her eyes shut, she almost looked like she was sleeping but she wasn’t.  Kate whispered, “I thought you were doing my stomach?”

Pete looked utterly disappointed, “Err yes, sure…” he stuttered.  He stepped out of Kates legs and added some oil to her flat stomach.  Pete worked around slowly, he skirted her breasts again and skimmed around her nipples before heading back down south.  Pete’s attempts to move the towel started and I watched his hand push the towel down.  A tiny amount of landing strip on view suddenly increased, a few more circles and Pete’s hands slid a little under the towel over her pubic hair.  I saw him glance at Kate’s face to see her reaction, she didn’t move.  Another circle of her stomach and Pete’s hands slid even further under the little towel.  This time the circle was smaller and his hand slid under and down onto her mound.  The towel slid between her legs a little.  Pete was now sliding his hand under the towel and from what I could see running his finger over my wife pussy.   He pushed the towel down a little more and suddenly I could see most of her landing strip and just the start of her slit.  Kate’s legs together Pete pushed his hand down once more and to my amazement Kate opened her legs offering Pete a blatant invite to finger her.  Pete’s hand headed down and I saw Kate breath out as his fingers brushed over her now visible clit.  The towel made its natural surrender and as it slid down between Kate’s open thighs, Pete tossed it to one side.



She was completely naked, her legs open and her wet little pussy right in front of Pete’s eyes.  She was horny for sure, I could even see her clit poking through her wet lips under the her landing strip.  Kate remained with eyes shut but to add to her tease she shuffled one her legs up, bending it slightly at the knee exposing her intimate area even more.  Pete’s hands slid up her legs to her open invitation.  He didn’t take as long this time to enter her pussy and I saw in a matter of 2 or 3 strokes he was rubbing and fingering her.  His hand glided up her inner thigh and I saw his finger slide up her opening, over her clit and then down and inside her.  Kate’s breathing intensive again.  Pete’s other hand came over, one was fingering her whilst the other ran over her landing strip and down onto her clit.  Kate’s legs widened again as Pete slowly wanked my wife off for the second time within the hour.  He was more frantic this time, less gentle and Kate stepped in.

“Shhhhh Pete, gently…..” she hissed pushing Pete’s hands away, he stood there admiring my hot naked wife.  Kate’s eyes opened and she looked into Pete’s who was like a startled Rabbit in the headlight.Kate rarely masterbated in front of me but again in yet another surprise I saw her hand come down from behind her head.  She edged away from Pete and sat up a little, her hands slowly caressed her breast before carefully and slowly sliding down her stomach and then onto her pussy.  Her fingers so gently caressed her outer lips and clit.  She was fucking playing with herself in front of Pete and it was the horniest, sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.  Pete stared at her pussy, his dick was clearly visible through his shorts.  Kate noticed his tent pole, she smiled at him and pointed at his dick.  “Pete, do you want to cum on me?” she wispered

“Hell yes….” he whispered back.

“Go for it, I want you to cum all over me….” she whispered back as her hand headed back to her pussy.  Her fingers slipped over her clit and she bit her lip.  Pete pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang free, he stood over Kate admiring her with his shorts and boxers round his ankles.  His dick was big and covered in pre-cum; he must have been as horny as me.  He grabbed his hard shaft and slowly started wanking himself as Kate played with her clit.  She shuffled again giving Pete the best view possible of her pussy.  It was too much for me, she was so exposed, so wet and her pussy looked so inviting I couldn’t take it any more and I felt my balls tighten.  I focused on Kate’s fingers, wet and slowly circling over her opening.  I went dizzy I was cumming so hard, hot spunk shot all over the wall under the window, I came again and again trying not to lose focus on Kate through the window, I felt dizzy as I shot load after load.  I looked up to see Kate dipping her finger inside her wet pussy again and Pete dick flinched.  As I slowly stopped and regathered my thoughts with my now limp dick in my hand, I managed to focus again on Pete and Kate.  Kate was playing harder, her body twitching, she was nearing as was Pete.  Pete’s expressing changed;

“I’m cumming…..” he said breathing hard.  He wanked hard, his dick red and swollen, his eyes fixed on Kate’s body.  “Ahhhh fuck….” Pete moaned, I’d never seen another man masterbate let alone cum on my wife and yet Pete was doing exactly that. He closed his eyes,  he had an intense stare and Kate was transfixed and she too bucked and moaned nearing cumming again.  Pete suddenly fired his first load, hot sperm shot across Kate’s landing strip, a clear line of white crossing her black bush, Pete’s eyes opened and he watched as another load splashed over her pussy lips, again and again spunk fired out mostly over Kate’s stomach and pussy.  Kate never stopped, she was rubbing Petes cum into her clit before she too tensed up, her body frozen bar her fingers moving, she lifted her ass off the sofa as Pete’s final spunk dripped from his dick.  Kate moaned and then suddenly went limp.  She pulled her hand away and lay back on the sofa.  Her legs open, her pussy exposed and a line of cum in her landing strip slowly running down her slit.  Pete panting, his dick like mine now limp in his hand.  He grinned impressed with his seed all over my wife.  Kate grabbed a towel and started wiping herself down.  She grabbed her robe and underwear and shuffled off for a shower, as she left the room she smiled at Pete;

“Great massage..… Maybe again some time?”

Pete pulled his shorts up and beamed ear to ear.  Kate was gone and I pulled away from the window tucking my own dick into my trousers.  It was then I heard the window upstairs open and Kate leaned out:

“It was a great massage” she called down.  I looked up and smiled at her, “Her eyes narrowed…. “and by the way” she said…”I’ll leave the gap a little wider next time in the curtain”.  She winked at me and put a finger to her mouth as a gesture to keep it our little secret.  Cheeky cow, I never knew she knew I could see.  I couldn’t wait now to get her naked again and relive it.  Pete appeared with two beers, he seemed a little sheepish but I assured him Kate just told me how good you were and how professional.  “Well done Pete, cheers mate” I smiled and Pete relaxed.  He doesn’t know to this day I know but its still one of my biggest secrets

Vigilante Partner in Crime!Wonwoo Pt 1

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  • “I got lost in the clouds. Literally.”
  • “Sometimes I can see them in the mist or the snow. Sometimes the rain, too.”
  • “I’ve been trying really hard to be patient with you.”
  • “I can count on all ten of my fingers on why I can’t stand you.”
  • “Magic has been a part of your family for many generations and I was sent to help you.”
  • “So, what, you have the ability to make dolls come to life? That’s creepy.”
  • “You had an eyelash on your cheek. Sorry.”
  • “I started to piece together that I was more like your bodyguard than your friend to you.”
  • “I’ve never seen you look so blue. What’s got you down?”
  • “I’m not the kind of person who can comfort others, but I can try.”
  • “I can’t believe you decided on that name for your dragon.”
  • “You should be offended. I’m offended on your behalf.”
  • “I can see you staring at me.”
  • “I thought I had let that fire die out ages ago.”
  • “If I’m the tree, you’re the sun and the water.”
  • “Waxing poetic is about the only thing I do for you in your time of need, sadly.”
  • “I think you enjoy mixing up quotes, because you know it irritates me.”
  • “Sometimes I hope that I can find you when I look up at the stars.”
  • “All I need you to do is cover me while I sneak out.”
  • “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to hang around here? You might run into creatures like me.”
  • “I don’t recall asking for your opinion and yet here you are.”
  • “It’s nice to look back on all the progress I’ve made.”
  • “If you don’t think you could support your child no matter the possibility of who they become or what they are, you shouldn’t have one. No ifs, no buts, no ands." 
  • "It’s so cold, I can’t feel my hand. Can you feel it for me? You know, to make sure it’s still there?”
  • “I’m tired of trying to make you laugh at the expense of my own feelings.”
  • “Don’t ask me how I got stuck. Help me get out of here.”
  • “I’m knitting wing covers for you. What color do you like?”
  • “I’m starting to think you aren’t worth the time and devotion I’ve given you.”
  • “You don’t have to smile if you’re not happy.”
  • “It’s unfair to ask me such a question.”
  • “I knew you cared! This blanket didn’t make its way around my shoulders by itself when I was sleeping.”
  • “When I said I wanted a roommate, I meant a living one, with a job." 
  • "All you need, my friend, is a little spark to help you.”
  • “I feel like you all have your lives figured out.”
  • “Just where would I be able to hide the world’s biggest gem on my person? These pockets can barely fit chapstick.”
Fools

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader is reflecting on her visit to Riverdale over the summer, including her first love. Based on the requested song: Fools by Lauren Aquilina

Warning: None

Word Count: 2,260

A/N: I think I’ve found another amazing artist to add to my Writing Jamz playlist hell yeah

Masterlist


We are too fragile just to guess

And I’ve been in this place before

A Summer in Paradise.

That’s what my mom told me it was.

I’m not sure if she actually meant it, or just said it to me to make me feel better about spending the summer in Riverdale with my dad.

I hadn’t been there or seen my dad in years, and I’d always been content with it, but I don’t think my mom was, because all of a sudden my mom thought it was a good idea that I bond with him before it’s too late.

I got out of the car, just a few days after school ended and we took the long drive up there. She didn’t want to even see his face, so she literally just left me with my suitcase on the curve and told me she’d see me in a few months.

And what a crazy few months those were.  

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bad for you

part i. / part ii. / part iii.

bad!girl Rosé x Reader

Warnings: swearing, drug use (tobacco, alcohol)

Word count: 7,418

     You were the type who believed in “if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen” but that didn’t seem to be working out too well for you. The moment you practiced “if you want something, go get it” was the moment she came into your life.

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Waking Days Ch1 - Enter Bill Cipher

A/N: Helllooo and thank you for being so patient with me. I know, I know, with that little joke I had it coming, but look, I’ve finally delivered!

I took a long while with figuring out a title for the long fic, and I may change it later, but this is what I’ve got for now, so feedback is appreciated. (And yes, the chapter title is literally the same one as from Flat Dreams. I am a nerd.) Enjoy, you guys. :3

Warning: Implied substance abuse. 

AU by @doodledrawsthings. Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan.

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache.”

W. Shakespeare, Cymbeline


Ever since he took that deal, he’d been regretting it.

Looking back now, he would take a million years in that stone tomb over what that giant salamander had subjected him to. He hadn’t expected on getting his power back, not really, but the least that jerk could do was give him a proper form. Hell, or at least keep him a triangle. But he’d never expected this. He’d been thrown into this form with no directions, no explanation except “You must absolve your crime.”

Yeah, great, what the hell did that even mean.

He hated it. He hated everything about this stupid body, about this weak pitiful meat sack that frilly asshole decided to shove him in. He had nothing, no power, no immortality, no means of escape. And if that wasn’t enough, he was slowly dying. He could even feel it. The slow, painful way each cell was loosing its energy. In just a few decades he would degrade, grow cold and end up feeding worms before he knew it, if this sack of flesh didn’t give up on him even sooner. After watching humans for so long, he’d seen just how easily they could die, hell he’d even been the cause of a lot of them. He’d found it funny, how easily they can break.

He didn’t now.

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Pain Is Best Cured by the Solace of Sleep

Request: “An imagine about Credence who struggles with falling asleep, so the reader has to calm him down with soft touches, their body heat, et cetera?”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/n: I’m back from my long break of study (finally). I still have a few exams but they’re spread out quite nicely, so I have some time to write. I’m lacking a bit of motivation because of how hard I’ve been studying, so idk if my writing will be top standard for a while, but hopefully you enjoy this one anyway! x


Tonight the soft whimpers didn’t stop. Once the clock hand surpassed the hour, you had decided to jump out of bed, not being able to ignore the constant mutterings of the boy who slept next door. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t tried aiding him before, but Credence was extremely isolated, and whenever you had attempted to get close to him it ended in black tendrils curling around his wrists. He was skilled in the art of scaring people away, but now you were too tired to be scared, the weight of sleep hanging off your bones like the wet laundry outside that hadn’t dried yet. The swirling steam off the mug wafted towards your nose as you prepared tea, its comforting scent a light infusion of lemon and chamomile. If this didn’t put him to sleep, then you would have to knock him out with a blunt pillow to the head.

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Date Night

A/N: so I know I haven’t posted anything in forever … exams have been killer and I honestly thought I could manage my time better (oops). Anyway, I prioritised and finished this little piece for @oneshot-shit‘s writing challenge so happy birthday Kinza!! Hope you enjoy this xx

Prompt: Picnic

Summary: Your date goes bad. Loads of your dates go bad. Fluff ensues anyway.

Word count: 1,316

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked, reaching your hands up to cup his face, brushing away stray raindrops from his cheekbones and eyebrows. ‘Why’re you so upset?’

The storm had caught you both unexpectedly, clear ink blue skies one moment and rolling dark grey clouds the next; the rain torrential and soaking you both to your bones. Your mascara had gathered below your eye giving you an unflattering shade of black and grey and your hair was stuck to your scalp and your neck. Still, remembering the panicked look on Bucky’s face made you want to laugh at it all.

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A colourful mind - Jughead Jones x reader

Please don’t repost anywhere without my permission! (or I’ll hunt you down)


Summary: You are sick of seeing in black and white so you try to find your soulmate. However it is not the one you expected.

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Word count: 1,600+

Note: please note some words are BreE as I’ve only learned only this variation at school and I mainly use British vocab rather than American. Thank you!

A/N: okay so maybe you don’t know but I’m a bitch for some soulmate AU and I’ll read it till the end of my days. Anyway, I’ve decided to write a piece of my own concerning this AU. Hope you like it! And please let me know if you’d like part 2 :)




Masterlist

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Almost everybody had their soulmate in this world. You could meet them when you were five of fifty years old but when you did, the world suddenly was a better place than before. The moment of meeting your soulmate was not very noticeable at first, however, after a while you started seeing in colours. And it all started with a single touch. Then, hair you brushed everyday faded to blonde or became more vivid shade of red or brown. After discovering your soulmate your world had changed, hopefully for better.

(Y/N) (L/N) had still been seeing in black and white but it didn’t bother her in a slightest. After all, her mother had told her that everything had its time and place. Therefore, (Y/N) waited patiently for her soulmate, believing that they would meet one day, when she would not expect it.
While living in California, (Y/N)’s eyesight had not changed at all. Sometimes though, she prayed for a soulmate because of one simple reason – all of her closest friends had already found their soulmates. They described to her how the grass looks or what the colours of the sunset are. These little things made (Y/N) to see for herself all the wonders of the world.

The day the whole family moved to Riverdale was a big deal to (Y/N). Even though she doubted that she would find a soulmate in such a small town, there was a slight hope of meeting new people that she hasn’t touched. New people and maybe among them, her soulmate.

Who knew.

After a while she became friends with two nice girls from her school, Betty and Veronica who often hung out with two boys during the lunch break but she had never bothered to come and join them. She preferred to be alone sometimes, drawing people from afar. Because of lack of ability to distinguish colours, (Y/N) only used pencils to draw. After all, people said that it is the colour she could see.

And so she drew, sitting under the big tree in the yard until one day Betty approached her and renewed her offer for (Y/N) to join the group during the lunch.

And (Y/N) did so.

Archie and Jughead, as (Y/N) got introduced to them, had one thing in common with her -both did not see colours. The only one who did, was Betty but she seemed to be upset whenever the topic was brought up, so (Y/N) made a mental note to herself to not bring it up. Like ever.

Because there were the cases when somebody were your soulmate but you weren’t theirs. These cases were rare but occurred. Nobody really knew why it was this way but that’s how the things were and it had been accepted. Nonetheless, people who had not have mutual relationship with their soulmates were pitied.

(Y/N) did not want to look at Betty through the eyes of the soulmate thing because Betty was a wonderful whole on her own. With or without a soulmate.

The other day, when the five of friends were supposed to meet at Pop’s, (Y/N) arrived earlier than she was supposed to and she saw that she was not the only one. In a booth across the diner, sat Jughead, typing furiously on his laptop. She approached him, a bit uncomfortable.

“Hi Jughead” greeted (Y/N), smiling slightly.

Jughead only nodded quickly and returned to writing. She knew that this was just the way he was, quiet, laconic. Moreover, they were not close friends, they barely spoke to each other. Being in one group of friends did not make them real friends. They simply enjoyed the silence they shared while waiting for the others to join them, (Y/N) sipping her chocolate milkshake and Jughead slowly eating his fries.

(Y/N) looked at him while he was still too focused on writing and she decided to create something of her own. She slowly took the sketchbook out of her bag and opened it on a blank page. With the several strokes she planned the pose and proportions and then she started to draw more details. Like the way Jughead’s curls escaped the beanie he always wore. Or the way his brows furrowed as he tried to focus.

(Y/N) was so focused herself on the drawing that she did not see the three of her friends approaching the table.

“Oh what is it” You could feel somebody’s hands snatching your sketchbook out of your hands, fingers slightly brushing with each other, before you could protest. “Wow, (Y/N) this is really good. It’s like we had second Jughead with us”

(Y/N) noticed how Jughead’s head turned to Archie, as he was the one who took her sketchbook. The slight crimson colour creeped her cheeks as she felt the heat rushing there.

“Archie, please give it back” she said, reaching her hand out.

Archie did give it back, again brushing their fingers and (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing it on purpose. Like he was checking if she had been his soulmate. (Y/N) shrugged it off and hid the sketchbook away from the hungry eyes of her friends.
They spent their time joking around talking happily before returning to their homes around 9 p.m. . (Y/N) laid in the bed that night, wondering if the next morning would be different for her.

But it wasn’t.

The familiar shades of black and white greeted her as soon as she opened her eyes and then she knew. Archie Andrews wasn’t her soulmate. She felt a little disappointed because after a while she quite desperately wanted to enjoy her life to the fullest and by that she meant seeing in colours.

Two months passed quickly and summer tuned to autumn with its all grace. The cold weather surprised (Y/N) one day as she hurried to the bus stop, her hands freezing.
She was already a bit late for her classes, only two minutes left and a whole building to go through. Because she was not looking where she was going, she collided with a heavy body in a school hallway. The impact made her lose her balance and the cry of surprise escaped her lips as she fell on the floor.

“Oh god, (N/Y), are you okay?” she saw

Jughead before her, offering her a hand.
She accepted it and stood up, feeling a striking pain in her calf.

“Thanks Juggie, no time, gotta go!” and as soon as she appeared, she disappeared out of his sight, running slower this time because of the pain.

During the last class (Y/N) couldn’t focus on what the teacher was saying because of the horrible headache that had no intentions to go away anytime soon. She tried to relieve some of the pain by rubbing her temples but the effect was non-existent. Going home was no less pleasurable as her vision became a bit blurry as the pain came and went in a waves, sending the pulses through her whole body.

She was in no shape to meet with Betty and Veronica later at Pop’s and the thought of cancelling plant came to her mind once or twice before she texted Betty about the situation.

Her mother seemed to worry but nonetheless she didn’t say much and gave her daughter the painkiller when (Y/N) asked her.

I’m just gonna take a nap, thought (Y/N) and closed her eyes.

She woke up the next day as the alarm clock on her phone went off. She yawned and realised that the pain was gone… and something odd seemed to happen. Her vision was sharp like always but the tone of her sheets seemed different. Or maybe it was just her imagination?

With a firm shake of her head, she started dressing up. And it all went well without any complications until the first time she saw Archie that day.

He was standing with Betty and Veronica near their lockers, just chatting about the upcoming game. There was, however, something different when she looked at him. He smiled in the same way, wore the same jock jacket… all about him seemed the same and different at the same time.

“Did you do something new to your hair, Archie?” asked (Y/N), utterly confused by the weird sensation she had been feeling since she saw him.

“No, I don’t think so, I mean I might have put more hair gel than I wanted to but I guess it still looks the same. Right?” Archie started touching his hair frantically.

“I mean it seems to be a different colour-“ (Y/N) suddenly stopped talking as the realisation hit her.

She saw Archie’s hair. It was a bit different. Because she saw its colour.

(Y/N) gasped and she saw that Veronica and Betty’s eyes open wide.

“You see your first colour” stated Betty, a shock on her face. “Oh god, (Y/N). Who did you touch yesterday?”

(Y/N) thought for a bit and nobody special came through her mind as she was in too much pain to notice.

“I don’t really remember. I mean the whole day is quite a blur because of the headache I had” She shivered at the thought of the pain. “In the morning it was quite alright, I mean, I was barely on time and then run into Jughead, like literally but-“

“Wait” Veronica interrupted (Y/N) “ Did you and Jughead touch?”

“I guess so?” to be honest, (Y/N) wasn’t sure. She tried to recreate the scene.

Oh.

They did indeed touch.

“We did” she whispered, a look of disbelief on her face.

Was Jughead her soulmate? Was it mutual? Or maybe he was not her soulmate?

“Speaking of Jughead, I haven’t seen him yet” Archie’s voice pulled (Y/N) out of the trance.

Veronica and Betty exchanged knowing look before speaking to (Y/N)

“You need to talk to him” Started Betty, and Veronica joined in.

“Now” They said in unison.

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