i really put it on my head and walk around

its-basically-just-jo  asked:

Ok ok, so like, there was this one time I really wanted to try Hancock's clothes on so I traded with him, and I gave him my sequin dress to wear (I know 😂 ) and laughed and said "Yes yes this'll do." so I wore his clothes and we messed around, blah blah, and I found a pot and manage to put it on Hancock's head, so he just sexily walked around, rocking the dress and heels, pot head raisin. And once the pot fell off, he looked so fucking annoyed. [Hancock disliked that] [Hancock tolerates you]

this is the funniest shit

Sweet Dreams **

Request- Hi! Could u do a Bucky imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she had a wet dream about Bucky and tells Wanda and Nat about it and the boys hear the conversation and Tony gets all protective and all? You can choose the final!!I love your blog btw♡ from @awesomebrokenangelworldus-blog

Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1763

Warnings: There’s a wet dream! that’s pretty NSFW.

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry this took a while! I hope this is alright!! Please let me know :) xo 

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 15)

Originally posted by beuits

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15.

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Ardor – two.

❝  After your art professor notices your ardor towards nudeness in arts, he sends you to apprentice under his old friend, the Korean painter Byun Baekhyun who’s infamous for his erotic pieces and cocky demeanor. Rumors surrounded Baekhyun at any second and women who had been with him described him as “an unforgiving lover of bodies”. What happens when you find him taking a liking to you–and your body? ❞

Reader x Painter!Baekhyun

!Smut in next chapter; mentions of nude bodies and sexuality.

one. three.

She was beautiful. Outstanding.

Completely naked, standing on top of a wooden chair, the late day sun shining through the thin curtains and the small gaps between the heavy ones, illuminating her curvy body. Albeit it looked a little unsafe for her to be standing on top of such a small chair, she wasn’t moving a single muscle, so she wasn’t falling down. You were gaping, gazing down her voluptuous body, admiring the image Baekhyun had already made with her body. Oh, how exciting to witness something that would soon be signed with the infamous painter’s name. 

The model was locked in the position Baekhyun had guided her in; her back slightly bent forward, her hands planted on her hips and her hair falling in front of her face. She acted completely oblivious when you walked into the studio with all your tools stuffed into two large bags in each hand. You clumsily bumped into a few pieces that littered the floor while walking inside, about to set up your things.

Two days ago, you had left this studio with hot eyes upon your back. He’d been so close, you’d been so hot, his breath fire as it was breathed down the skin of your face and neck. His voice and the beautiful, alluring images were possibly the only things you could recall of the incident. The question: “What had you just gotten yourself into?” It still stood, unanswered, and that had made you hesitant to return.

Nonetheless, you were back and ready to take on the challenge, unaware of what this man really had in store for you.

Baekhyun wasn’t there when you came, but a canvas empty of anything except for a few week pencil lines was placed before the woman. You didn’t say anything to the woman as you placed your bags in the furthermost corner of the room. Scratching your head, trying to hide the giddiness as well as the nervosity to see Baekhyun again, you almost didn’t notice the painter return.

“Keep still.” He commanded, tone colder than you had heard before. You froze upon his command, heart stuck in your throat and your eyes not daring to look away from the random lewd image you’d watched before he came. Then, you heard a hum. A female hum.

“He’s not talking about you, sweet cheeks.”

You weren’t sure if you were blushing or not– your cheeks were burning as you turned around. Baekhyun was staring at you, his eyes hard, a harsh 180 from his behavior two days ago, and the woman was peeking at you through her hair, taking the unawareness of Baekhyun to slip out of her pose. She was smirking.

You nodded your head in their direction, trying to play cool but failing miserably. “Hello, sorry I was just about to set up my things.”

Baekhyun was clad in a structured black blazer, only his tan collarbones underneath, loose jeans and a sleek, onyx pair of oxfords. His hair was tousled as if he had just woken up, making him look so effortlessly gorgeous. He made a noise similar to a scoff. “There’s no need. You’re taking over here.”

“I-I am?”

The woman sighed. Baekhyun frowned. “Yes, you are. Paint her. I have errands I need to run.”

You nodded, embarrassed. “A-alright.” 

“I’ll see how you do.” He mumbled before he made his way out of the studio, his footsteps echoing down the dim hallway before the outdoor was opened and then slammed shut again. You exhaled a breath of air you weren’t even aware you were holding before turning to the empty canvas and the woman. You cleared your throat, picking up the nearest pencil. The woman stretched out her back, wincing at the painful position she’d been in for several minutes now.

“You don’t have to stand in that position,” You assured her, humming. Searching the room, you found the dim light, the small sweeps of light in the room too scant; not enough. You hurried over to the large windows, taking hold of the many different cloths covering the windows. The heavy carpets, curtains; the many different patterns fell to the wooden floor with a loud ‘bump’. The sun streamed out into the whole room, giving prominence to the layer of dust in the air.

Running over to your bags in the corner, you fished out a small piece of chalk, walking back to the model, directing her into a seating position on the floor close to the windows. You mark her spot with a white ‘x’, smiling down at her, receiving an odd look in response.

“You’re different,” She hums. “Baekhyun doesn’t like a lot of light. If you’re trying to woo him, you’re going in the wrong direction.”

You cock an eyebrow, moving back behind the weasel to sketch the outline of the woman as she sat on the floor, planting her palms on the floor and leaning back on her arms. You gestured for her to lie her head back, and act as if she’s enjoying the warm light. “Woo him?” You mutter, eyes fixing between the canvas, the tip of your pencil and her. 

“Don’t act stupid, sweetcheeks. Seduce him, bed him, fuck him–”

The rage bubbled inside you so quickly, you weren’t fast enough to stop yourself;

“Hey,” You snap, gaining the woman’s full attention. “I’m not the one completely naked in his house. I’m not here to seduce him, I’m simply his apprentice. I’m here to learn.”

The woman smirked. “Fine, fine. You’ll probably end up underneath him either way, that’s just the way he is. A player. A cold player.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You wouldn’t know; it wasn’t anything new, the rumors about him originated back to his very first piece that got any attention from the community, but you didn’t know him personally yet. This woman, however, seemed to have some knowledge about him. And suddenly, the thought of this woman underneath Baekhyun stung inside your chest. With a jolt, you tried to swallow the sting you could only identify as ‘jealousy’. You couldn’t go around and get attached. 

“He’s got this obsession over bodies, too. But by the looks of it,” She chuckled. “you do too.”

You shook your head, cheeks flushing. “It’s just a preference.” You weakly argued. “An interest. Just like some people prefer painting landscapes and portraits, I like… nude bodies.”

“Hm, whatever you say, sweet cheeks.”

It must’ve been hours later; the sun was gone and the air of the old house was getting chiller and chiller. It was the woman’s irritated voice that finally pulled you out of your concentrated daze. Her skin was covered by goosebumps and only then did you realize really how cold it really had become.

“That’s enough for today,” She grumbled, helping herself off the floor and reaching for her clothes. You panicked, the image in your head fading quickly. “Please, not so fast! I’ll pay you to stay longer.”

The woman frowned, sighing tiredly, before finally giving you a small smile. “It’s late. I get that you’re into it right now, but the light’s all gone anyway.”

“I have it in my mind, I remember the colors and everything.” You argued but the woman just shook her head, put on her clothing and walked out of the studio, leaving you alone. Glancing around you, you found the thousands of eyes, directed at you, the naked bodies eerie for the first time and hurried to grab your things and go. A quick check on your wrist, you were shocked to realize that it was almost eleven pm– you should have been home five hours ago. 

You hummed in understanding. No wonder the model was annoyed.

With a sigh yourself, you picked up both bags and hurried out of the dark, empty studio. What normally brought you joy, inspiration, and desire; the beauty of the naked body, was ghostly and made you uncomfortable. You tried to swallow down the disappointment of not spending time with Baekhyun– you’d been too caught up with the piece to really spend even a second thinking about him and what he had said;

“The sun is hitting your back so delicately, it adorns your body. An angel. That’s what you look like.”

“Are you nervous? Hm, the light here enhances your curves, I bet you know how amazing that look, don’t you?”

But now, you were free, and your mind unoccupied. Unoccupied to be occupied.

Although the rumors were the most obvious warning sign, you couldn’t help but fall for his mysterious aura. His alluring, cold eyes. “Stupid,” You light slapped your own head. “you’ve met the man twice and you’re already thinking about him like tha…”

The words died on your tongue when you looked up from the old dark wooden planks, up into the dark wooden eyes of Baekhyun. There was a clump in your throat and your heart raced with panic; he had heard you, hadn’t he? Judging from the wide, bewitching smirk adorning his face – he most definitely had. 

A single second of silence passed; a single second for you to drop your bags to the floor and him to fill the distance between the two of you. He grabbed your chin with his hand, the other sneaking around your waist to hug you close to his muscular chest before he locked his lips with yours - hard

You moaned out loud, only for your sounds to be swallowed by his eager lips. His hands were tight, passionate around your body, holding you tightly against him. You were getting lightheaded with the lack of air, still, you never wanted this to end. 

Your heart was beating high in your chest, your cheeks blazing, your hands were fisting his blazer. Exhales, moans, and whimpers escaped your lips, seemingly adding energy to Baekhyun’s touches. He had you moving backward, and you were pinned to the wall when a loud knock sounded on the door. Baekhyun didn’t stop kissing you, his lips left yours and followed the skin down over your jaw to your neck. He ran his tongue over the sensitive skin there, triggering small gasps from your mouth. 

Another loud knock forcefully dragged you out of your little bubble, and you tugged at his blazer, trying to pull him off your neck. “Baekhyun,” You gasped. “Mr. Byun, there’s someone - ah - at the door.”

Baekhyun placed one, two more kisses at your jaw before slowly moving off your body, leaving you panting against the wall, abdomen tingling with lust. He paraded across the floor, grabbed the handle of the door before swinging it open. The person on the other side was another beautiful woman; hair gracing her bare shoulders and slender body adorned in a little, tight black dress. She was wearing a pair of high heels and she had diamonds hanging in her ears. The cold wind from outside swept over the three of you, and suddenly you felt completely abandoned.

Baekhyun turned slowly to you. “It’s late, you should leave. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hurriedly dismissed you; his cold words even more numbing than the fall breeze. You wanted to cry of disappointment, his kisses were still wet on your skin, your lips, but you bit your tongue, throwing your eyes to the floor. The woman had an unreadable expression, you didn’t know if she was smug or annoyed. Sighing, you nodded and picked your bags back up. You passed the mysterious woman by the threshold and flinched when the door was slammed shut behind you. 

The woman was gone inside, and so was Baekhyun. You felt used, then thrown away; his kisses flew off your skin with the bitter gust and you scolded yourself for giving into your desires. It had only made you more dissatisfied. You knew you’d end up like another one night stand, you knew you’d never mean more to him. 

Still, something deep inside you continued to convince yourself otherwise.

anonymous asked:

I was just thinking this would be a funny concept if you'd like to explore it: Niall realizes he's dating the female version of Harry. Like he suddenly realizes Harry and his SO have a ton in common personality-wise and it freaks him out for a minute

I was late.  I hated being late.  I was anal-retentive about a lot of things.  No one could touch my closet, I had a certain way things should be in the kitchen and I was never, ever late.  She and I were leaving for Las Vegas this afternoon.  I was supposed to be performing at the iHeartmusic Festival which was already nerve wracking enough for me, but we were also going to be meeting two out of three of my bandmates.  I think I might’ve been more nervous than she was.  She and Harry would get along fine, she and Louis?  Well, it could go either way.

We’d been dating for a year.  The best year of my life along with the year after we’d signed our first record deal.  I was in love.  Desperately.  I was gonna marry this girl.

I ran through the front door,

“Angel!!”  I called out as the door slammed behind me.  I took the stairs two at a time before stopping halfway up them when a pungent odor invaded my nostrils. 

What the…

It smelled like garbage.

And feet.

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Good Girl / hybrid!au - Jungkook

1. 2. 3. 4. | Taehyung | Hoseok

Jungkook walked into his apartment, exhaustion written in his features after the long night of being dragged into partying. Flipping the light switch on, the house lighted up in a dim light as Jungkook kicked his shoes off and dropped his keys on the table. He collapsed onto the couch with a sigh, letting his head lean back over the edge and let his tired eyes slip close.

It was his birthday which called for a ‘celebration’ his friends insisted but all it meant to him was another year close to dying. The events of tonight flashed through Jungkook’s mind as he chuckled to himself. He remembered how Hoseok and Seokjin dragged him out of work even though he wanted to stay late and do overtime. They took him out to eat at one of his favorite restaurants to get hotpot, grateful that they did but they were loud like always. Afterwards, they took him to bar after bar in hopes of getting him drunk but they ended up being the ones falling over themselves in fits of laughter. Even if he was the youngest out of his group of friends who had to clean up their messes, he watched over them with a grateful smile that they were there for him.

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Thunderstorms // Shawn Blurb

Thunderstorms are the worst. They’re too loud and all that flashing makes you anxious. It’s always been like that for you. As long as you could remember, any time a storm hit you would go crawl in bed with your parents. When you got older, you would just put headphones on and drown out the sound of the storm, staying up late if it went into the night.

When your family moved when you were nineteen, you met Shawn. He was the sweet guy next door, your age, and incredibly handsome. The two of you hit it off, talking about music and your favorite bands and what concerts you had been to. Shawn was the best and he was always there to talk to you and make you laugh.

It’s after midnight when you wake up, room shaking as a rumble of thunder rips through the sky. It’s the start of the weekend so you aren’t worried about staying up as you flip your bedside light on. There is a flash a lightning that illuminates your window behind your curtains followed by an ear splitting crack. Your heart races, the sound overwhelming you and you start looking around your dimly lit bedroom for your headphones.

There is a knock on your window and you pull the curtain aside to see what it was. The reflection on the darkened glass makes it hard to see but you can make out someone standing there. “Hey!” they call and you open the window. It’s Shawn. He’s in pajama bottoms and no shirt.

“What are you doing?” you ask and he comes up to the window and leans on it. His hair is soaked and plastered to his head. He has to be freezing.

“I came to see if you were okay,” he smiles and some rain falls off the end of his nose. “I saw your light was on and I know you don’t like storms.” You don’t recall telling him about your fear of storms…or maybe you had. The two of you talked for hours sometimes so it may have come up at some point.

“I’m fine. I’ll just put on some music and read.”

Shawn leans his head in and smiles bigger, “Can I come in?”

“I…I don’t know,” you look around and your notice your door is unlocked. If your parents found him in there you’d probably get your ass reamed. It didn’t matter if your were nineteen, they still had their rules. “My parents don’t really-”

“Your parents won’t know,” Shawn says as he hauls himself up and through the window, his stomach scraping against your window’s ledge on the inside. “Fuck,” he hisses under his breath. He’s really a sight to behold what with how he’s halfway in your window, walking himself forward on his hands and dragging, no struggling, to get his legs in. He was too big to be squeezing in windows like this. He stands up and you take note that he looks like he just walked out of the shower, but with pants on. Pants that are clinging to his legs and showing you everything underneath. You lick your lips as you slowly take in his bare feet, his strong thighs, the vague outline of his cock through the two layers of fabric, his hips, his abs….his chest….his arms…oh wow, was he always this built? You can’t remember seeing him in anything but jeans and shirt or jacket before.

“Up here,” he says, catching your wandering eyes. You look up to his face and god, if it isn’t just as good as the rest of him. The light from your lamp is throwing shadows that highlight his jawline and lips. His hair is pushed back, finger combed out of his face. He looks like a fucking GQ model. “You stopped shaking,” he says.


Shawn reaches out and brushes your hair back. “You were shaking when you opened the window. Now you’re not despite the fact that it’s been thundering almost non stop for the last minute or two.”

“O-oh. I guess I was distracted,” you turn around and close the window. Shawn chuckles behind you and it makes you feel sort of giddy. You had never really thought about Shawn as more than a friend. It just hadn’t come up. But having him here in your bedroom, looking like he did, you were feeling some type of way.

Shawn reaches past you and flips off your bedside lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness. For a second your heart races and thunder rumbles outside. Before you can ask what is happening, Shawn grabs your wrist gently. You turn to face where you think he is and he says, “Do you want to sleep with me? I-I mean like cuddling, I’ve heard it’s supposed to help with anxiety.”

“Y-yeah, okay. But why does the light have to be off?” you jump as a flash of lightning floods your room with white light. Shawn pulls you against him and he’s still damp from the rain.

“I’m nervous,” he admits, “felt like I wanted to dive back through that window once I got in and saw how cute you look in those pajamas.”

He thought you were cute? He was nervous? Ha! Had he ever looked in a damn mirror? “You’re all wet. I don’t want you on my bed like that.”  

Shawn chuckles and steps away from you. In the darkness you can make out his form as he pulls his pants off and tosses them aside with a wet slap against the wood floor. The thought of him standing there in his boxers was enough to induce a heart attack. He picks up your extra blanket that you had knocked on to the floor and dries himself off. “There, I’m mostly dry.”

You sit down on your bed and he crawls on to it and around behind you. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you down against him. You lay on your side so he can spoon with you, arm over your chest. “Is this weird?” he asks and you put your hand over his.

“No, I like it.”

“Me too.” He presses his face into your hair and you relax into him and start to fall asleep.

In the morning you wake up with your head on his chest. He’s all spread out, one arm under your pillow, the other bent up over his head. His legs are open with the blankets tangled around them. He’s wearing only his boxers. You watch the slow rise and fall of his chest and he looks so soft, so warm, so perfect. His hair is a mess of curls, sticking out every which way and pushed up funny in the back from where he fell asleep with it wet. There is no way he is real.

You carefully sit up and stretch. It was early Saturday morning and the sun hadn’t quite risen yet but there was still soft dawn light coming through the window. Shawn’s pants lays in a heap by your door, probably still soaking wet. You look back at him, your heart feeling heavy as you watch him sleep. It was amazing how beautiful he was, how you never really noticed until last night. You wonder if he felt the same. If he had those feelings too when he looked at you last night, if that was why he said he was nervous.

Shawn’s arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you back down. He rolls onto his side and buries his face in your shoulder, eyes closed. “Will you go out with me?” he mumbles.

“Mmmhmm. I’d love to.”

“Perfect.” He throws his leg over you and holds you close against his chest. “Can this be our first date?”

You giggle and he mouths at your collarbone playfully. It sends a thrill throughout your body. “Sure but you have to buy me breakfast.”

“Deal. But I wanna lay here and snuggle a little longer.”

“Me too.”

swaglordyoongi  asked:

Hi!! Can you do a BTS reaction where the boys are single dads and their child gets lost, and it's the reader who finds them and stays with them until they come back to find their child? Does that make sense ? 😂

Hello! Don’t worry, we understood what you were saying! Thank you so much for your request, sorry it took awhile for us to respond!

(We couldn’t resist making these scenarios kind of long, they were so cute! Hope you don’t mind!)

-❤ Kat & Sar 💖

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Jungkook: You’d be wandering through the mall, looking for a new dress for your friends wedding. With the dress in the bag, you started to walk to the exit, when all of a sudden there’s a small poke on your leg. “E-excuse me, can you help me find my daddy?” “Oh! Well, um, I can try! When did you get lost?” The little boy would be looking up at you with tears in his eyes. “W-well, I told him I had to go to the bathroom, but when I came out, I didn’t know where daddy went.” You give him a friendly smile and grab ahold of his hand so you wouldn’t lose him through the mall. “Why don’t we go check the shoe store? That’s the closest thing to the bathroom. Don’t worry! We’ll find him!” With your words, the little boy cheers up. Reaching the store, you walk inside only for your ears to be filled with a little squeal from the little boy. “Daddy!” Your hand is let go as the little boy runs up to his dad, who picks him up and swings him around. “Hey there little bud! I’m sorry, I wandered off! I just thought that I should get a new pair of timberlands while we’re here!” You watch the cute scene with a big smile in your face. Jungkook notices that someone else came in with his son and walks up to you. “Thank you so much for helping my son. I really should have waited for him to come out of the bathroom.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Oh it’s fine! He was very friendly! You’re doing a great job with him. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You stick out your hand and he places his out as well. You notice how big his hands are compared to yours. Probably compared to anyone’s. “I’m Jungkook! It’s nice to meet you Y/N!” There’s a small silence before he speaks up again. “So…what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” You’re eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in this man, before you blush. “Oh I was just getting a dress. My friend is getting married next week and I’ve been putting it off for awhile.” “Well, i’m sure it’ll look beautiful on you. Thank you again for bringing my son back!” Just as he was starting to walk away, you spoke up. “If you aren’t busy next week…would you maybe want to come with me? I don’t have a date and I’d really like to get to know you and your son more. If you don’t mind of course! Oh my gosh unless you’re seeing someone then just ignore everything I’ve said-” “I’m not seeing anyone. I’d love to accompany you!” You both exchange numbers before Jungkook heads off. With a silly grin on your face, you watch the man and his son leave, you can’t help but thank your procrastinating self for putting off getting a dress.

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Jimin:  Jimin and his little boy would be walking around the amusement park, enjoying the sights and sounds of others riding the roller coasters. The sights would always take him back to when he came here with his family. Soon, the boy would tug on his dad’s hand. “Daddy! Can we get cotton candy!?” Giving his signature smile down at him, he nods his head. “Sure! What’s an amusement park without some cotton candy!” He tells the little boy to wait for him, setting him up on the bench before making his way over to the stand. When he has the sugary treat in his hand and turns around, his boy is nowhere to be found. Jimin goes into a state of panic, and starts to run around the park in search of his precious little boy. He soon spots him holding onto the hand of a beautiful girl, who is searching the crowd of faces; most likely for him. Sighing in relief, Jimin runs up to you, giving you a grateful smile while pulling the boy into a hug. “Thank god you’re safe! And thank you so much! I take my eyes off of this little guy for one minute and he runs off on an adventure!” The smile you give him makes him stop and stare in awe at how bright it is. “It’s no problem at all! He’s a really sweet kid, I’m glad you two are reunited.” You look down at the kid and speak to him. “And maybe next time you go on an adventure you can bring your dad along, yeah?” “Okay!” The boy responds enthusiastically. “Daddy! Can she come with us for the day! We can all go on an adventure together!” Jimin looks at you, and after getting an eager nod, he looks back down at his son. “Why not?” The boy squeals in excitement as the three of you make your way back around the park. “I’m Jimin, by the way.” “I’m Y/N! It’s been a pleasure meeting you!” “Oh the pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” with a wink sent your way, you make your way back to the cotton candy stand, after realizing that Jimin had dropped the treat in his rush to find his son. Even after giving the sugary treat to the little boy, he couldn’t help but think that the sweetest thing he’s gotten today was the chance to spend the day (and hopefully more to come) with you.

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Taehyung: Taehyung would take his kid to the toy store. He would say to his son that it’s time to get a new toy to play with, but really Taehyung would get so excited by all the cool new gadgets and gizmos. Minutes after walking into the store, he’d get distracted and wander off in search of a cool new toy. With Taehyung distracted, the kid would go off on his own, mesmerized by the sounds and colors off all the toys. Soon he’d bump into you. “Oh! Hi there! Are you lost? Where’s your parents?” You would ask him, he’d respond with a little giggle, saying that it’s only his daddy. “He was somewhere over there! But I wanted to look at all the toys!” You’d smile at his own carefree little smile. “It is a cool place isn’t it? But we should get you back to your daddy, he must be worried. Plus, you won’t be able to get a new toy without him!” The kid would look up at you with an exaggerated face of horror at the chance of not getting a new toy. He’d grab your hand and tug on it. “Let’s go! C'mon hurryyy!” With a small laugh you’d follow him, but only to be stopped by a man. “Oh thank god! There you are! You scared me! I didn’t know where you went!” You assumed this was the father as he ran up and hugged the little kid. Realizing that you were there, he stood up and greeted you with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry! I got so distracted by all the toys I kind of just wandered off on my own…” You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s alright! He wasn’t any trouble at all! He’s very sweet, I’m just glad that you found him in this massive place.” He’d laugh in response, and you stare at him. He has the same carefree smile and nature as the child. Thinking that all is good, you start to walk off, only to be stopped by the father. “Wait! Um…seeing that you helped me and, I think you would be able to help me keep track of this little guy…would you maybe want to look at the toys…together? I-I mean only if you want! It’s just that you’re so pretty and you seem cool and I don’t want to bother you-” “I’d love to! I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you. You seem pretty cool, seeing that you’re in this place anyways.” You both laugh, the kid pulling you both off into the direction of the toy cars. “I’m Taehyung, by the way.” “I’m Y/N. it’s nice to meet you!” “Likewise! And thanks for staying with us. But now I’m worried that the toys won’t be the only thing distracting me.” He sends you a wink and follows his kid. And with a blush and a shy smile on your face, you follow him; never more grateful for shiny cars and robots than in that moment.

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

Hoseok: He’d be walking through the streets, on his way to the carnival in town. His big hand would be grasped by his little girl’s smaller one, so they wouldn’t be separated. All of a sudden, Hoseok would be pushed aside as a sudden rush of the crowd pushed the two apart. Realizing that he is no longer holding hands with his daughter, he panics. He starts yelling her name, yelling out for her. He stops and looks in all directions, paying no mind to the rude looks the passersby’s are giving him. Just as he was about to go into full panic mode and break down, he spots her. But the thing that interests him the most is the hand she’s holding onto. A very beautiful woman. The crowd is pushing them up against a local shop, and he sees you looking around for someone. Realizing that you’re probably looking for him, he makes his way over to you two. Reaching you, he speaks first. “I am so sorry! We got lost in the crowd together and I got so worried! Thank you so much for finding her! I’m sorry for interrupting your day.” You shake your head and laugh. He noticed how bright your smile is and zoned out before realizing that you’re answering him. “Oh it’s really no trouble at all! She’s very cute! She’s like a real life princess!” The little girl smiles shyly and nudges her foot against the ground before looking up at Hoseok. “Daddy, why don’t we bring her along!” “Well…that’s okay with me. We’re headed to the carnival, if you want to tag along. Seeing as you did save my child from the crowd.” “Oh I’d love to! I was just on my way there! But It’ll be more fun to spend the day with someone else! Especially in the presence of a princess!” Again, she laughs, and the little girl grabs both your hands and pulls you down the crowded street once again. Hoseok looks over and smiles gratefully at you, glad that you were the one that found his little princess. And maybe, he thinks, maybe…you could become his queen.

Originally posted by hohbi

Namjoon:  He would be at the bookstore with his little boy. Namjoon had run out of books to read and decided that he would go get a new one. But, he would get so into the book he was reading that he’d forget about his kid. Scared, the boy would run around looking for his dad. That’s where he’d run into you. You would be flustered at first, seeing this little crying boy run into you and cling to your legs. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay, I’ll help you. What’s wrong?” “M-my daddy! I c-can’t find h-him!” He’d burst into a fresh wave of tears. Thinking that it could calm him down, you’d gently grab hold of his hand and tug him to the kids section. You’d pull him to sit on a chair and you’d sit in front of him. You’d start reading a cute little picture book, making each character have a different voice and make a big deal about showing him the pictures. Soon, the little boy had stopped crying and was paying close attention to the book. Meanwhile, Namjoon had realized that he had lost his kid and started to search the bookstore. When he reached the kid section of the bookstore, he’d spot you two. But instead of coming up and pulling his kid with him; he stops and watches. Thinking that you have a beautiful voice and how adorable you two look. Especially with all the characters voices. Namjoon would smile watching the little scene. When you’d reach the end of the book, and his little boy would smile and laugh clapping his little hands, he would approach you. Standing up, you smile at him. “I’m going to guess this is your little boy?” “Yes. I’m so sorry you had to watch him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble.” “It wasn’t any at all! I enjoyed reading to him! Just make sure he doesn’t run off again!” “Oh trust me! I’ve got my eye on the little sneak!” He’d feel a tug on his hand and look down at his boy. “Daddy! The pretty lady read me a story! Can we read another one? Pleeease?” He’d look to you, and once you nodded your head with a smile, he’d respond. “Alright little man. But only one more.” With an excited clap of his hands, he’d sit back down and wait patiently for you too read another story. Namjoon would stand, leaning against the bookshelf and watching you too. Watching his little boy smile and listen intently to the story, as well as the way your face would change with every character; he thought that he could get used to this.

Originally posted by bangthebae

Yoongi:  “Daad! Hurry up! I want to go play with the duckies!” A smile spreads across Yoongi’s face as his adorable little girl tugs on his hand with all her might as an attempt to rush him, which ultimately ends up failing. “The duckies aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” Yoongi and his daughter make their way to the gorgeous lake that sparkles throughout the day. Next to that is the giant, pink weeping willow tree that provides shade to Yoongi’s favorite bench. He plops down and lets out a long sigh. “Ah, your dad is getting old.” He says, rubbing his back. “Daddy, you’ve always been like that.” She says. Yoongi lets out a chuckle, nodding to himself with pride for teaching his daughter how to be so clever. She prances her way to the edge of the lake with her bag of seeds in her tiny hands. “Alright, now, you know the rules.” Yoongi says in his nagging voice. She lets out a long sigh, “Be nice and gentle to the duckies, don’t go into the water, and don’t wander off…” She says in a monotone voice, mocking her father. ‘Yah, don’t give me that. Now you have no excuse if you break the rules.” She ignores what her father says, and turns her attention to the lake, where ducks are now making their way towards her. The sight of Yoongi’s little girl, with her big eyes and giant grin on her face, brought happiness and warmth to his heart. He smiles, admiring his love.  They stayed like this for awhile. Without realizing, however, Yoongi had dozed off in his seat. He opened his eyes to see his daughter was nowhere in sight. Yoongi begins to panic. His heart starts racing as he leaps out of the bench, looking left and right and calling her name. He looks all over the park. The lake, the jungle gym, even the bathrooms. She wasn’t there. Eventually, Yoongi made his way to the swings. And there she was, swaying back and forth in the air with a huge smile across her face. The sound of her giggles never brought Yoongi as much comfort as they did right now. He moves close to her, “Thank god you’re okay! You know not to wander off like that!” He begins to nag once again, out of breath. “You could’ve been hurt…” Yoongi’s voice trails off when he sees you helping her off the swing. “I’m assuming you’re her dad, then.” You say, smiling at him. “Sorry daddy! You fell asleep and I got bored! I waited with the pretty lady for you to wake up!” You blush. “Sorry to worry you! She was wandering all by herself, so I decided to wait with her and keep her safe.” Yoongi smiles and nods, thanking you. The three of you start to take a walk around the park as Yoongi expresses his gratitude towards you for keeping his daughter safe. The conversation is filled with shy smiles, blushes, and quiet giggles until she tugs on yours and Yoongi’s hands. “Up! Up!” She says, bouncing up and down. Yoongi looks at you, almost as if to say You don’t have to. But you smile and grab her hand anyways, giggling as the two of you swing her into the air. Yoongi’s heart flutters, and you pretend not to notice as he looks at you with adoring eyes. He’ll never let his daughter hear this, but maybe breaking the rules isn’t always a bad thing.

Originally posted by daeguboy

Seokjin: Jin and his little boy would be wandering through a festival. The little boy’s eyes would be filled with fascination and wonders. Jin’s would be as well, as he had never been to a festival this big. He would be so amazed by all the sights and sounds, as well as all the food stands, that’d he’d wandered off. The little boy, trying to stay calm he approached a nearby food stand. It was a cute little stand filled with baked goods. You, the one in charge of it, would see the little boy coming. You’d put on a friendly smile and stepped out from behind the stand. “Hi there little guy! What can I do for you?” “I-I can’t find my daddy. Do y-you think that I can wait here?” “Of course! Would you like a sweet treat while you wait? I made them myself.” His eyes would fill with excitement at getting a treat. A few minutes later, Jin would spot his little boy munching on a brownie in front of the stand. Seeing him, the boy would run up and hug his legs. “Daddy! The nice lady made this! Do you think she can make some more for us?” Noticing you, he’d come up, apologizing for any trouble the boy could have caused. “Oh it’s fine. He was very nice. Plus, I’m glad I could give him some of my new baked goods!” Jin, noticing how cute you looked in an apron with your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, would smile. “Well…seeing as this little guy enjoyed your treats…you wouldn’t mind me taking some for the road?” “Sure! Take all you want! There are plenty!” Once he had a bag full of sweets, he’d start to walk away, before suddenly stopping. “Um…you wouldn’t mind if I asked for your number, would you? You know, just in case you had any new treats to try out. My son would be happy to taste test them. And I would always be happy to see you again.” Jin says with a shy smile and a light blush dusting his cheeks. With a shy smile yourself, you’d write your number down and hand it to him. “I’ll be expecting a call…” “Seokjin…Jin.” Im Y/N! It’s been a pleasure! I do hope I hear from you soon!“ With your friendly smile in his mind, he heads off again holding onto his boy’s hand. Although, him wandering off hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Best. Internship. Ever

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3100

Author’s Note: FBI Stiles get’s me going and @mf-despair-queen gave me this idea and I just had to write it omg. I hope you guys enjoy this! Thanks to @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me. She’s the best!

Originally posted by effingstiles

Quantico, Virginia. I’m finally here, at the FBI academy. I looked up at the white building, my stomach churning with excitement as I hiked my bag over my shoulder. I fixed the collar of my button up white shirt, placing the name badge over my head as it dangles from my neck. I waltzed into the building, staring at everything in sight as my eyes lit up, a wide smile on my lips.

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Ok guys, I think I can finally wrap my brain around this enough to give a coherent recap. I’m a processor, so I had to live it in the moment, and now that I’m on the plane leaving the experience behind, hopefully I can make sense of it. I posted pictures in order of event. Sorry I can’t write in between each pic, but I’m on my iPhone and it won’t let me add pics as I go. Anyway, to get on with it…
I started my epic adventure with a 4 hour layover in San Francisco which isn’t as bad as it might seem, because I’ve been married for 25 years and have 4 kids and rarely get to be alone! Let the adventure begin. I roomed with the amazing @sileas84 who is 100% responsible for me attending this con. She employed shameless peer pressure and I crumpled like a card tower in the hands of a toddler. I have no regrets. We arrived at the con at 6:30 am and immediately met up with a group of awesome women (in picture two - this is @myguiltyolpleasure’s pic btw). We were determined to be up close. FIVE HOURS OF WAITING later, we sat on row 5 center and I was thrilled. I was really hoping for a good view. And boy did I get one! Sam twirled in that kilt and I didn’t even try to look, his knickers presented themselves to me! Simple black boxer-briefs - always a classy choice 😂. For most of the panel I could see right up his thigh just because of the way he was sitting in relation to where I was sitting. It’s not that I looked, it’s just that it was thigh porn and I totally looked. At one point we were directed to take a selfie, so we did. (Pic 3) If there’s one thing I can tell you about this particular con, it’s that it was all about obedience. I have never been yelled at by adult strangers so many times in one day since I was a pre-teen. If you stepped out of line, and I mean that literally and figuratively, you heard about it.
I won’t talk about the panel because all y'all have seen it. It was fun, they were adorable and I love them. The hour flew by and I could have sat there and listened to them for the rest of the day. Sam’s unintentional joke about reading about stuff on Tumblr cracked me up, mostly because he was mortified and blushed.
After the panel the autograph session filled up immediately, so we went to get lunch. Ladies, I got up at 4:30am. It was 12:30. I was starving, parched, desperate to pee - cons are not for the weaklings of the herd. That Diet Coke was on par with meeting Sam. I’m just sayin’. Lunch was a tiny little respite in a sea of hurry up and wait. Following our brief lunch we did our photo ops. You need to understand, those two photos took 4 hours. Compare the photo with only Sam vs the photo with both and look at Sam’s eyes. By the time we got to group photos, he was literally exhausted, yet he treated us exactly the same both times (as did Cait) - warm and welcoming, said hello, eye contact, a little squeeze of the hand on the shoulder (ded. I am ded) They were ultimately respectful of the fans and the time and money we put into this. Said thanks and goodbye as we left. I am so impressed with both their professionalism and their basic humanity. These are quality people. The solo photo op is where I had my hair/armpit incident. We walked up and Sam just throws his arms open to engulf you in his superior humanity. As he was putting his arm around me (did I REALLY just type that!) he caught my very long hair with his arm and I ended up being trapped right up against him with my head sort of forced to lay against his arm. I. Am. Not. Complaining. I’m stunned that I had the presence of mind to smile. All I could think of was that I was pressed up against Sam so tight that I could feel how soft the leather of his jacket was. I didn’t even notice that he had changed from kilt to jeans until later.
My first thought about Caitriona when she entered the panel stage is that no picture or video can ever prepare you for how tall and thin she really is. And how gorgeous and graceful she is. And how charming and funny and silly and well spoken and sincere and kind. Ok, I’ll stop. Just look up all the positive adjectives.
Next we went to the autograph line. I was there when the lights went out and Caitriona joked about that not being the way to get to Sam and also when he was jokey about being bored because he had no one at his station so he teased her about taking too long and went over to harass her at her table. They were funny and relaxed and enjoying themselves and it was great to see the spontaneous interaction. Every event was very rushed, but they again did their best to say hello, make eye contact, say a little something to you, and thank you for coming. I had them sign my original Outlander book that was given to me by a friend about twelve years ago, who said, “You might like this.” Famous last words. As you can see, it’s lived a good life. I’ve lent it out many times. I said at dinner last night that I was too nervous and hadn’t really say anything to Caitriona, until I literally went oh my gosh! I did say something to Cait. I had totally blocked it in my nervous state. She commented on how well loved my book was, and I said ‘yes, it’s been read many times by many people and it opens right to the wedding scene’ and then I proved it, by opening it right to that scene. So, yep. I did that. I blushed so hard my eyeballs turned red when I remembered that. Sam was equally adorable, but I just had 'do not say that to sam’ on repeat so then I didn’t really know what to say to him. He was so sweet. His handler was rushing him a little bit and he sort of looked at him and then apologized to me for being rushed along. He looked me right in the eyes. He winked at me and smiled. Ladies, the smolder is real. I was POSITIVE I was immune to the Sam effect and I am NOT. I literally went weak at the knees. My stomach churned. I started shaking. I giggled. I could not think. Well, I could. But the only thing I could think was 'Sam. Sam winked at me. Sam’s eyes are so blue. Sam is so beautiful. Sam. Sam winked at me.’ My brain sort of jammed.
After dinner a huge group (like 17) of us went to dinner. It was awesome. It was amazing. These ladies are incredible. Our fandom is incredible. Last night we went to a smaller dinner and stayed for hours. I can’t tell you how hard we laughed. It was so much fun. I seriously love this place for so much more than Tumblr. We are such a diverse group. Different cultures, different educational and socio-economic backgrounds, different personal and relationship statuses, and most importantly, different ages. We have so much to teach each other and so much to learn, and as a group, we are so generous with our time, talents, resources, emotional support and wisdom. I treasure this. I am so grateful I went. I loved meeting Sam and Caitriona. It was great fun. Meeting dear friends who will remain forever was life changing. I look forward to doing this again one day and meeting even more of you.
Sorry I bombarded you with a DG length post, but thanks for making it through. All I can finish with is if you didn’t leave with a Totes McGoat tote, then you didn’t con right!!

Bestfriend Trouble (2/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s part 2 of Bestfriend Trouble! A lot of things are going to happen for this one. I hope you guys like this! Warning: This might be too cheesy for other people, especially near the end. HAHAHA. Enjoy!

Request: Can u do a imagine where Zach takes you to the dance and y'all do cute things like slow dance and all that.. and u can end it how u like it.


“Will you go with me, as my date, to the winter formal?” Zach finally asks after 10 minutes of clearing his throat, coughing and stalling. I laugh at him in response.

“Yeah, duh. Who else will I go with? You’re obliged to ask me since I’m your best friend.” I answer and he stares at me for a while with a confused look on his face.

“Well with that kind of reasoning, I should be asking Justin to the dance too since he’s also my bestfriend.” he mumbles under his breath but loud enough for me to hear while rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, Zach? I don’t get why you’re acting so odd for the past couple of days.” I reply as I lean back on my chair and cross my arms in front of my chest. He turns to face me and lets out a deep sigh.

“Look, I’m not asking you to the dance because I have to or because it’s my responsibility as your best friend.” he begins, adding finger quotations as he says the words “best friend”.

“I’m asking you to the dance because I genuinely want to go with you, Y/N. No one else, just you. Only you.” he continues and I give him a small smile.

“Alright, fine, okay, I’ll go to the dance with you. It’s not like I had a choice anyway.” I answer and he groans in frustration.

“Please don’t say yes because you don’t have a choice. Please don’t say yes if you feel like you’re just doing me a favor.” he says as he rubs the sides of his temples. I raise an eyebrow at him and shake my head before speaking.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, yes, I will go to the winter formal with you Mr. Zachary Dempsey. It will be my absolute pleasure to be your date.” I finally say and he lifts up his head to face me. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes, like he was ecstatic that I agreed to go with him to the dance.

The rest of Zach and I’s time in Monet’s was nothing out of the ordinary. After the whole conversation about the dance, we just got on with typical best friend stuff. He got us more food - celebratory pastries as Zach liked to call them - and he dropped me home after that.

There were only a few days left until the winter formal and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t excited for it. If I’m being completely honest, I was excited to go to the dance and I was hoping - even to the point of praying - for Zach to ask me to be his date. However, I didn’t want to let anyone know just in case everything goes to hell. I didn’t want to expect anything because expectations lead you to disappointments. Fortunately, it looks like the stars have aligned and the Gods have listened to my prayers because so far, everything’s going great.


The night of the winter formal

Getting ready for a school dance is the most tedious task there is. You need the perfect dress and the right hairstyle to go with that dress. Not to mention your shoes also need to be flawless.

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Newt x Reader

Requested by Anon

“There’s a girl, I thought there weren’t any girls here?” Thomas asked and Newt shrugged.

“Well we don’t think of her as a girl, she’s one of us… been here so long.” He chuckled and waved at you. “You know (Y/N) if you get any hotter we’ll have to put the fire out.”

“How do you think Alby lit the thing.” You hummed and pushed past the boy who went bright red.

“That was so awkward.” Thomas muttered and Newt shrugged.

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Bill Skarsgård Imagine

Bill Skarsgård x reader

Requested: “Hey :) could you please do an imagine where Bill is constantly trying to scare the reader because she told him that she doesn’t get scared easily and they watched "It” together and she wasn’t scared at all so Bill makes it his mission to scare her but keeps on adorably failing? Thanks" 

Bill and you had just finished watching IT and he was surprised to find that you didn’t flinch once while watching the movie. He heard others gasp and turn their heads but when it came to you, you just sat there with a plain expression.

“Did none of the scare you?" 

"No.” Bill looked puzzled. “I don’t get scared easily that’s why your movie didn’t phase me,” you told Bill. Bill looked at you for a moment and being the dork he was, he was going to find a way to scare you.

You guys were at home, you were doing laundry. Bill hid behind the yout guys bedroom door and waited for you to walk in. Once he saw you he jumped out from behind the door. “AAAAHHHH,” Bill screamed. You barely flinched. You just turned your head towards him and looked at him.

“What are you doing?” You asked and kept walking. Bill frowned and went into the living room to think of another way to scare you. 

Bill was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. He pretended that he cut part of his finger off. He started screaming and there was blood squirting everywhere. He was screaming and thought he had fooled you but when he looked at your face with a plain expression he frowned again.  

“I cut my finger, aren’t you worried?" 

"No, besides you probably were being stupid which caused you to hurt yourself.” You walked away with Bill looking around at the mess he made, sad that he had to clean up the mess himself. 

You were in the kitchen cooking yourself dinner. Bill came in with a pan with firecrackers in them. He lit them and put them near you. When they went off he expected you to scream but all you did was cover your ears and turn around. You gave him a glare. 

“Really?” Bill just shrugged and smiled mischievously. You shook your head and smiled. You went up and kissed him. 

“Stop trying, you won’t win.” You walked away and Bill glared at the back of your head. He needed to step up his game. 

You were in the living room watching TV. Bill was by the door way just watching you. He was trying to come up with a way to scare you. So far he had failed. He needed to bring in the cavalry. 

Bill was on the phone with his brother Alexander. “I need your help to scare my girlfriend,” Bill told Alexander. He agreed to help him. 

The plan was simple, Alexander was going to pretend to be a robber. Alexander entered the house when you and Bill were sleeping. He started making noises that way you might wake up frightened. He was making noises when he felt a sharp pain in his back. Alexander fell from the impact. 

Apparently what happened was you heard noises, grabbed a bat, went downstairs and hit Alexander on the back. Bill stared wide eyed out you and Alexander. What just happened he thought. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You were about to hit Alexander again but Bill was fast to get in front of you and grab a hold of the bat. At the same time Alexander took off his mask saying it was him. You looked at them both and gave them a ‘wtf’ face. 

“We were trying to scare you,"Bill told you. You looked at him and Alexander, who was groaning in pain. 

"Just give up already. You’re never going to scare me." 

"Well I feel like the only way to scare you is to pretend to be like a murderer and try to kill you.” You gave him a glare and he smiled, “Which is something I would never do to you.” Bill looked at his brother and smirked.

Alexander gave Bill a death glare. Alexander knew that Bill wanted him to pretend to be a murderer but there was no way he wanted to get hit by you again so he gave his brother the death glare. Bill sighed and looked down and frowned. 

You smirked at the both of them and walked away, leaving Bill defeated and probably needing to take his brother to the hospital.

Drunk || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: 25 with jughead I love your writing by the way

“You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.”

Jughead and the reader go to a party. Jughead mistakes tequila for lemonade. Hilarity ensues!

A/N: This was a super fun prompt to write. Hope I did you justice!

Gif: @nessa007


“Do we have to be here?” Jughead asked from beside you, the both of you hearing the loud music from inside the Lodge house.

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at your boyfriend of two years.

“Yes,” you said.

“It may be a party, but it’s not the typical Riverdale party. It’s people we know. Betty, Archie, Veronica, Kevin, Josie. It’ll be fun.”

Jughead gave you a look that said Seriously? but didn’t say anything in response. You took his hand.

“Come on. We’re not drinking anything anyway. So technically we’re not really going to a “party,”” you said usually air quotes.

Jughead shrugged and you knew you had won him over. You smiled.

“Alright. Let’s go.” you said as you pulled him into the Lodge house.

Jughead disappeared about an hour into the party. You were having a good time so you thought he had went home, not telling you so you could enjoy the party. You were a little disappointed and annoyed, but decided not to let it ruin your evening. You could talk to him about it tomorrow. You were sitting in a circle with the rest of the guests playing Truth or Dare when you heard a drunken,


You froze.

No. Way.” Kevin and Josie said, looking at someone behind you.

You turned around and were greeted by a very drunk Jughead Jones from across the room. You couldn’t believe it. Jughead Jones was drunk. Oh man, was he drunk. He visibly stumbled to keep his balance as he walked over to you.

“Y/N.” Jughead said again, his eyes unable to stay on you.

You stifled a snicker as you got up, making your way over to him.

“Jughead, are you… drunk?” Betty said from behind you, already knowing the answer.

He scoffed.

“No,” he said and stumbled again, you catching him before he fell.

“I just had a few drinks of that lemonade on the table there.” he said, pointing to the bottle of yellow liquid.

The group behind you laughed.

“Juggie, that’s tequila!” Veronica said. “Not lemonade!”

His eyes widened.

“But—but— I thought it was lemonade.” he whined and the group laughed again.

“Sorry, Jug. It’s not.” Archie said.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at the group.

“Guys, keep playing without me. I gotta pay attention to this moron.” you said as you led him to the couch a couple feet away.

Jughead nearly fell on the couch and you sat down next to him. Then, Jughead turned his attention to you and began to pat your head.

“Your hair is so silky.” Jughead said, eyes wide.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Thank you, Jughead.” you said, before looking at your phone.

It was nearly 2 am. The two of you should really be getting home. Especially now that Jughead was plastered. Why your idiot boyfriend thought the tequila at the coffee table was lemonade you had no idea. You sighed and put Jughead’s arm around your shoulder, lifting him up off the couch.

“Alright, Jug,” you said. “I know we just sat down, but it’s late. We gotta get home.”

“Y/N…” he whined.

You shook your head.

“Sorry, mister, but you’re drunk as hell, and I’d rather not have you throwing up in my car later.” you said as you began to walk with him to the front door.
You waved your goodbyes to the group and were an inch from the front door when Jughead talked again.


You stopped and turned to look at him.

“Yes?” you asked, ready for another one of your drunk boyfriend’s remarks.

Jughead then looked at you with such love in his eyes that he made your breath catch in your throat.

You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.

Your mouth dropped open and you blushed furiously at his language. You weren’t expecting that. As far as you knew, Jughead wasn’t one for compliments. And that was okay with you. You knew he loved you and you loved him and that was all the mattered. You didn’t need to shower each other in lovey-dovey comments all day like some couples at Riverdale did.

“I—uh, thanks, Jughead.” You sputtered out, turning around to make sure the group didn’t hear him. They didn’t.

He smiled goofily at you and leaned on your shoulder, eyes dropping. You smiled at him and shook him gently, trying to stop him from falling asleep.

“Come on, Juggie,” you said softly, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You walked slowly with him to the front door. “Let’s go home.”


A/N: Let me know what you thought!!

Close as Strangers: Chapter 3

Close as Strangers: Chapter 3

Word count: 7.4k

Genre: High School au, angst


It was about ten when you went and grabbed a water from the kitchen. Thank god they had these for the designated drivers. You had enjoyed drinking but you wanted to talk and get answers from Jungkook and that was probably better if you were sober. Then again maybe one drink would help calm your nerves.

You had only seen Yoongi a couple of times, always with Jimin. Jimin was showing Yoongi off like it was his job. Yoongi, you could tell, was getting pretty drunk. With Yoongi being around Jimin, girls had started to flock to him. Which you found quite funny because Yoongi had only ever had one girlfriend and Jimin had, had many. So Yoongi was a little out of his element.

The last time you saw Yoongi though, he had been very drunk and making out with his ex, Cindy. You couldn’t wait to tell him that in the morning.

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Request: Could you do Wonho with 8 and 16 please?? Thank you, I love your writing so much!!

8) “Put your pants on.”

16) You and your bias fake a relationship to make your crush jealous

Member: Monsta X Wonho x Y/N x (ft. I.M.)

Type: Fluff/slight smut

“We have to be more convincing,” Hoseok whispered, walking with you in step. You rolled your eyes, scoffed, and continued down the sidewalk. Looking from side to side, you examined the windows of the shops around you, making sure to stop whenever something caught your eye. 

“What was that noise?” Hoseok gasped, grabbing onto your wrist to halt your forward motion. “Did you just laugh at me?”

“No,” you muttered, looking up at him lazily. “What I did was a sound of disgust, not joy.”

“Hey, this was your idea, punk!” he whined, smacking lightly at your arm. You giggled, falling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and ruffled your hair, pushing you back gently to stare into your eyes. “You see! This is a good start!”

You and Hoseok had made an arrangement, one you weren’t necessarily the most proud of. Ever since he had introduced you to Changkyun, you had completely melted into a person you didn’t even recognize as being yourself. You flirted, you laughed, and you batted your eyelashes. You had never been the one to obviously throw yourself at a man, but he was the exception. 

But he was so in his own world, he hardly even acknowledged your existence. 

That’s when you approached Hoseok, hoping your friendship would be enough of a reason for him to help you. Surely Changkyun was like any other red-blooded Korean male, and seeing you with someone else would drive him crazy. It would make him realize you weren’t paying as close attention to him anymore. 

It was an easy sell with Hoseok. You two had been inseparable most of the time anyhow, so why not pretend to be a couple? 

Hoseok tilted his head as he looked kindly upon your face. He ruffled your hair again before beginning back down the sidewalk, slowly making his way to the Starship building. 

“Yah, wait up!” you grumbled, shuffling behind him. “How are we not convincing now?”

Hoseok turned, lifting his brows. The ghost of a smile lingered on his lips. “How are we…how are we convincing? You don’t even let me hold your hand, Y/N!” 

“Fine,” you nodded, slipping your hand into his. You were shocked for a moment, allowing your palm to conform to his. Your fingers fit surprisingly well between each other. “Happy?”

“I was happy before you held my hand,” he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down at your now intertwined fingers. “But since I’ve made a mental checklist, I might as well go over it while we’re on the topic. We don’t cuddle, you don’t let me put my arm around you, we’ve never kissed-”

“Hoseok!” you gasped, coming to a quick stop. HIs arm was jerked backwards, nearly toppling over from your sudden halt. “You expect me to kiss you?”

“Heaven forbid!” he grinned. “It’s not like I have cooties, Y/N.”

“Do we really need to get that intimate though?” you sighed, continuing to walk again. 

He squeezed your hand, a large grin on his face. “Well, do you want him to think we’re together, or not?”

You groaned as Hoseok yanked open the door to the Starship building and motioned for you to enter. 

“What? What is wrong with me?” Hoseok laughed, trying to hide how offended he was. 

“I mean…it’s not like you’re a disgusting blob or anything,” you hummed. “I’ve just never thought about it.”

“I’m not asking you to think of me in that light,” he sighed. “I’m just telling you that if you want to catch his attention, you’ll have to be more convincing. We told all of the members we were dating and then literally nothing changed.” 

You followed Hoseok into the practice room, plopping onto one of the benches situated across from the mirrors. You traced his outline through your reflections, a small smile appearing as you did so. He definitely wasn’t hard to look at. To be honest, Hoseok was probably the best fake boyfriend someone could have. Incredibly attractive, caring, and always willing to take things to the next level.

“So what? Are we supposed to start making out all over the place?” you sighed, half joking as you looked up at Hoseok through your lashes. 

“Well that wouldn’t be the most terrible situation,” he chuckled with a wink. 

You groaned, reaching over to smack him as he stood before you. “What do you think will do it? How are we going to catch his attention?”

Hoseok let out a deep breath, beginning to pace before you. He looked pained before he spoke. “Changkyunnie is tough. It’s mostly because his thoughts are always hovering elsewhere. Unless he’s concentrated on music, there isn’t much concentration on anything else…

…but apparently you’re into that.”

“Apparently,” you groaned. “This isn’t helping.”

“I don’t know! First and foremost, we actually start acting like a couple. Starting now,” he nodded. 

“Now,” you nodded. “But we have to lay down some ground rules.”

“I hate rules,” Hoseok whined. You stood as well, now beginning your own pacing. 

“Kisses, but no make outs. Hand holding, but no butt grabs. Cuddling, but-”

“No sex, yeah yeah, all the tame stuff,” Hoseok sighed, rolling his eyes. “Should we practice the kiss thing now or wing it in front of the members?”

You spun around, eying him carefully. You searched his face, your own growing warm simply by looking at his expression. He bit his lip, lifting his brows as he waited patiently for your response. 

“Maybe we should get the first one out of the way now,” you whispered, averting your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at him. 

You looked back up just as Hoseok began to cross the small space between you, a smile tugging at one side of his mouth. He remained silent as he angled his head, lifting his hand up slowly to caress your chin. 

“Hoseok,” you hissed, turning your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him. He kept his fingers placed on your chin as he traced down your jaw before dropping his hand again. He dipped his own face, catching your lips as he straightened his back again. He shifted his feet to secure his stance, tugging at your belt loops to pull you in just a little bit closer. 

You were surprised at the force behind his kiss, his lips working overtime to say all of the things neither of you could. There was a want behind his motions that you had never recognized before. You were surprised at yourself as you reciprocated, your hands moving from your sides to slowly crawl up his chest, only halting once they were wrapped around the back of his neck. You played with the small hairs at his nape, eventually running your hands up to get a full grip of his longer layers on top. There were no reservations in either of your motions, moving independently of your thoughts. 

Hoseok groaned into your mouth as he pressed his palms into your lower back, your chests flat against each other. He bit at your lower lip, causing you to gasp at the foreign feeling. He chuckled just as his tongue slid into your mouth, still fighting for dominance he already had. 

“Hoseok,” you gasped, leaning back to catch your breath. He wasted no time planting his lips on your neck, biting and sucking down the tender flesh and causing you to whine. 

Your body had taken complete control, governing over your mind as your hands slid back down his chiseled chest and rested on top of his belt. You lifted up his shirt, feeling the soft skin and hard muscles hidden beneath the cotton and fingered the leather of his belt. 

He bit at your collar bone, taking in a sharp intake of breath as your nails trailed over the flesh of his lower stomach. You began to tug at his belt with more fervor than before, determined to spring it loose. 

“You said no sex,” he whispered, chuckling softly in your ear. 

“No, YOU said no sex,” you insisted, tugging at his belt and letting it fall to the floor. You unbuttoned his jeans, his Calvin Klein’s now visible. 

Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows before diving into your neck again, causing you to shiver. He took a few more steps forward, navigating your back to the mirrored wall. He lifted up your leg, grinding slowly into your jeans. So much for only pretending. 

“Um…Wonho hyung, put your pants on,” a timid voice stuttered near the door. You and Hoseok both looked up, a mix of fear and surprise on both of your faces. 

“Yah, Changkyun!” Hoseok gasped, dropping your leg. His fingers flew in an attempt at buttoning his pants. His cheeks were now painted a bright red as he stared at his younger member. You took a few cautious steps, pulling yourself from your friend and wincing. 

You were distraught for only a moment by Changkyun’s sudden appearance, but not for the reason you had expected. You were more upset by having to untangle yourself from Hoseok than how this all looked to the younger man. 

“I mean…I’ve seen you without your pants on, but some of the manager noonas might not be able to handle it. They already blush around you when you have clothes on,” Changkyun chuckled, entering the room and plopping on a bench. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before looking down at his mobile.  

Hoseok stumbled behind you, his chest close on your back and voice hot in your ear. He spoke low enough for only you to hear. “We’ve probably got him convinced now.”

You spun, looking over your shoulder at Changkyun to confirm that he was thoroughly lost in whatever was on his phone before you began to speak. 

“The problem is…I think you’ve got me convinced now too.”

Originally posted by wonhobe

anonymous asked:

This blog is amazing! Widowmaker, Mercy, Pharah, Sombra, and Symmetra accidentally walk in on Reader changing please?

Whoever sent this in, I just wanted to say thank you! I absolutely love this idea! I’ve been looking forward to doing it since I saw it in my inbox! I had so much fun writing this! I hope you all enjoy it!

Widowmaker -
Widowmaker struts into the locker room, feeling pretty good after her morning work out. She walks in to the sight of you just stepping out of the locker room showers. She has to admit, she is pleasantly surprised. You let out a yelp when you see her. You make an attempt to cover yourself, but it doesn’t hide much. Her eyes slowly travel up and down your body. “I have to say, ma chéri, I am impressed.” She looks you over one last time before heading into the shower. She gives your ass a light slap as she walks past.

Mercy -
“You can’t wear normal clothes in the x-ray machine or it ruins the image.” Dr. Ziegler explains. She hands you a standard hospital gown. “Please put this on. I have to grab some paperwork before we go take the X-rays.” She walks to the other side of medbay to dig around in some file cabinets. You quickly begin to change into the flimsy hospital gown. Angela turns around and lets out a gasp. “What are you doing?” She shrieks.
“You said to put this on.” You explain.
“Not in here! There’s a changing room!” She yells. Her face has turned a bright shade of red. She looks extremely embarrassed, but you notice that she hasn’t looked away. She suddenly turns away, “Go! Into the changing room!” She says. You can’t help but laugh at the embarrassed doctor.

Pharah -
Pharah distractedly walks into your room. She’s looking down at her phone, not really paying attention.
“Hey, have you seen my -” She cuts off mid question when she hears you yell. She looks up to find you completely naked. Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush.
“I’m so sorry!” She begins to say.
“It’s okay.” You reply, grabbing a shirt off the bed to try to cover yourself with.
“I didn’t know you were changing,” She begins to explain, still flustered.
“Fareeha, it’s okay. But can we please talk about this when I’m not naked?” You interrupt. She blushes even more, before turning out the door while muttering apologies.

Sombra -
Sombra steps into your room, trying to find out where you were. You weren’t texting back and she was bored. She whips around at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Freshly showered, you step out of the bathroom - only to find Sombra standing in your room.
“What are you doing here?!” You yell, completely embarrassed.
Sombra looks you up and down, not even trying to be discreet. She lets out a low whistle.
“I always knew you were hot, but wow. I was not expecting this.” She replies, still looking you over with a smirk on your face. You’re so embarrassed. You don’t even know what to say.
“I can leave if you like,” Sombra says. She reaches her hand up to pull down the zipper on her jacket before continuing, “but I think it would be much more fun if I stayed.”

Symmetra -
She strolls into the locker room, eager to head back to her room after her workout. She heads into the nearest changing room, forgetting to check if it’s occupied or not. She opens the door to see you completely naked. She yells and covers her eyes. “I am so sorry!” She yells. Her face goes bright red as she continues to mumble out apologies. Instead of being embarrassed, you’re doing your best not to laugh. Symmetra is so flustered right now. She’s usually so calm and put together. Seeing her embarrassed like this hilarious. With her eyes still covered, she turns around. Before she heads out the room, she yells “I think you look really nice. I’m sorry!” You can’t help but burst out laughing as she quickly walks away.

Oh How Funny.

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Prompt: You and Tony are together and the team makes fun of the age gap between the two of you. You both take the jokes and begin to fire back at them.

Warnings: None! (Well, I mean talk of age in a relationship, language I think, slight insinuations of sex??)

Word Count:1,033

Song: Stay The Night by Green day

I really do not know if this one is any good, it is shorter, I know.

Originally posted by thepunisher

You had thrown one last jab at Steves ribs and he fell flat to his back. You were definitely not as strong as he was, but you sure as hell weren’t weak and you were much faster than him. As Steve lays on the ring floor and unwraps the tape from his hands you begin to unwrap the tape on yours. 

“Better watch this one Stark. I don’t know if an old man like you will be able to keep up with a firecracker like Y/N.” He says rising from the floor, Tony squints his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Rogers, why don’t we reconsider that statement and take a look at how many DECADES you missed being a capsicle.” He snaps. You can’t help but laugh and Tony smiles at you winking. “See, women love humor, old man.” 

Steve rolls his eyes and takes the water from Tony as he walks into the ring with two bottles. Tony hands you the second and leans against the ropes next to you. 

“You look really hot by the way.” He says.

“Well, lets see, that could be because I just fought a man twice my size. What clued you in huh? Couldn’t be the gallons of sweat on me.” You say looking up at him with a side glance. His smile grows and he shakes his head.

“Your sarcasm makes my days bright.” He says putting his arm around your shoulders. You smile and lay your head on his arm.

You and Tony had been together for about three months and you had been training with the team since two weeks after you met Tony. Like all things Stark, you met him in a very unconventional way. You were walking home from a party one night when about four large men began to follow you. They got closer and closer without your knowing and eventually began to attempt to attack you. Your fighting skills proved effective, because by the time Tony reached you in his suit and all, you had two of the men slumped against the dumpster, one with a broken nose and a couple cracked ribs and the other with his head split open and leg bent in a very odd way. One of the men fled the scene as soon as you started whooping ass and the other one was laying face down on the pavement of the ally. You had turned to continue your walk home but you were greeted with a maskless iron man, and a jaw-dropped Tony Stark. The rest was history. 

“I should probably get changed and get these clothes to the wash. I smell like absolute shit.” You say handing Tony the empty bottle. He takes it and kisses your cheek lightly. You smile and begin to walk away before you feel a light slap on your rear end. Whipping around you see him quickly running to the elevator to escape your wrath. Smiling still, you make your way to the showers to change. 


Exiting the elevator after you’ve showered, you see the team all gathered in the lounge. You walk to the couch and take a seat next to Tony. Natasha looks up to you and smiles.

“Hey Y/N! I heard you kicked Steves ass today!” She says smirking. Thor smiles triumphantly and Clint looks to Steve. 

“Anyone can kick Steves ass. Trust me I would know.” Bucky says from the seat next to you. “Welcome to the steves a weakling club!” 

You smile and hi-5 him back and Steve throws a pillow at you from across the room. Laughing you use the pillow you cushion your head against Tonys shoulder. 

“Yeah, I mean she has to be impressive! She took down four dudes on her own!” Tony says. You roll your eyes. 

“Well one of you has to be limber in the relationship, you gotta be getting those achy joints huh Tony?” Clint asks. “She still has many years of being fit.” 

You take the pillow and throw it at him, hitting him directly in the face. Laughter erupts.

“In all realness Stark, dating such a younger woman must be nice for you! When you want to go to Casinos and things, you just look like you’re a nice dad taking his Daughter out.” Bucky says. More laughter erupts from the team and Tonys glaring eyes begin to tell you he has had enough tonight. 

“Don’t worry Stark, if we go on missions we will make sure we get to the fight the same time she does, not after shes taken all the guys down.” Natasha says. 

“Hey guys, lets just notice one thing here…” you start. The team stares at you. “Which one of you actually has a girlfriend?” 

“HA! Suckers.” Tony says taking your hand and dragging you back to your shared room. He shuts the door and you walk over to the closet almost completely forgetting of the events that just took place in the lounge. You pull one of Tony’s t-shirts off the hangar and lay in on the dresser. You take off your top and bra and slide his shirt down over your torso. 

“As much as I love seeing you in my shirts, I liked you without a shirt better.” Tony says from the bed. You turn around and glare at him. He laughs and you slip out of your jeans and into a pair of shorts. Tying your hair into a braid you make your way to the bed and lay down next you Tony. He reaches over and shuts off the lamp causing the room to go dark, with the exception of the moonlight through the blinds. 

“You know I love you right? I have absolutely no issue with our ages.” You say laying your head on his chest. You feel his chest vibrate with his small chuckle and he brings one arm around you pulling you closer into him. 

“I love you too Y/N, and they can make jokes all they want. It doesn’t bother me at all. Like you said, who has a girlfriend? And a sexy one at that?” He adds. You laugh and snuggle closer to him, letting sleep overcome you. 

You’re going to be a dad (Shawn Mendes)

I got inspired by Shawn singing at his friend’s wedding so I wrote an imagine where you tell drunk Mendes that you’re pregnant.

Requests are open!


Originally posted by thugshawn

„See that‘s what happens when I eat every second of the day with you“ I tell Shawn laughing while he‘s trying to zip my dress. But the reason why I‘m too big for this dress is not eating, I‘m pregnant and Shawn doesn‘t know that. No one knows that. „I still love you, even with that little tummy of yours“ Shawn says sweetly while pecking me on the lips. I hope You will still love me.

„They are so beautiful“ I whisper to Shawn while looking at the bride and groom. „I promise you. One day both of us will be standing there“ I squeeze his hand and smile. I hope.

I look at Shawn singing the song he wrote for his friends and smile. I love this boy more than anything.  „Hi honey, I haven‘t seen you eat or drink today“ Karen sits next to me. My gaze shifts from the wedding couple dancing their first dance to Shawn‘s mother. „Oh, I just don‘t feel like eating or drinking today“ Or maybe  just know that I probably will puke after eating. I nervously giggle, while silently praying that she will drop this subject. „Just don‘t starve yourself, you already look so thin“ ha see you after 8 months. I will look like a troll. Petite and fat. Hell even troll will look better than me. I start clapping when the first dance is over and now everyone is pulling their second halfs to the dance floor. I spot Shawn coming to me. „Princess, will you dance with me?“ I gently take Shawn‘s hand and let him lead me to dance floor. „You did amazing, love“ I smile while looking up at him. „I felt more nervous than I do at my concerts“ Shawn laughs.

Soon Shawn is teared away from me and I find my way to people i talked before. „Ladies?“ guy comes to us with champagne glasses, everyone takes except for me. „Sorry“ I sheepishly smile. „So Y/N, how long you and Shawn are together?“ someone I don‘t really remember asks „Almost two years“ I grin while finding in the distance Shawn already looking at me. He soon comes to me and wraps his hands around me from behind. „Exspecting babies or marriage soon?“ not exspecting this question I start coughing. „You okay, princess?“ Shawn asks concerned. „Yeah, yeah..“

„Look Shawn, he‘s so cute“ I laugh while pointing at the cute boy dancing. Shawn joins me laughing. But soon his face changes into frown. „Is everything alright?“ I ask gently touching his face. Shawn nods his head. „Is just that I‘ve been thinking. Especially after Janet asked us about marriage and babies“ I start to play nervously with my bracelets. It‘s something I always do in the moments like these. „I want to marry you, Y/N, have ki…“ „Come here Shawn¡“ Matt interrupts him. Shawn and Matt looks at me questioningly I nod my head and smile „Go“ Shawn still looks at me but quickly kisses me and goes to drink with his friends.

„Shawn, where‘s our room?“ I ask him slighly laughing. „Maybe here“ he points at the random door. „No love, it says Karen and Manny, that‘s not ours. You told me that you know where our room is“ I whine at the sight of drunk Shawn. „Why can‘t we go to a random room?“ he looks at me like I‘m stupid. „Because it‘s 4 in the morning and everyone is sleeping except for you and a few of your friends“ I roll my eyes smiling. „Oh my god Shawn“ I squeal when I hear Shawn bumping his head into wall. He starts to laugh really loud. „Shhh, baby, shh, everyone is sleeping“ I try to calm him while laughing myself. I quickly start to kiss him so he would shut up „Maybe I shoud yell more“ he winks at me.

After forever we finally found our room. Shawn insisted that our room was on the biggest house there, even tho I told him that it was the place where bride and groom will be sleeping but because drunk Shawn is stubborn we took like 30minutes to actually find our room. „Shawn please take off your clothes“ I whine looking at the boy almost sleeping with his suit on. He groans and starts taking it off. I do the same thing with my dress. As I cuddle up to him he whispers „You looked beautiful today, just like always“ his lips leaving wet kisses on my neck. I smile and kiss him on the lips. When his breathing calms and I‘m sure that he‘s asleep I whisper while putting his arms on my tummy „You‘re going to be a dad, Shawn“

I shiver when my feet touches cold ground. Trying not to wake up Shawn I get up from bed and walk to my bags where my other clothes are. I quickly put my clothes on and with a makeup bag I walk to toilet where I wait for my morning sickness. After  I puke, I do my make up and go straight to the lobby where most people are already talking and eating.

As I drink my tea I spot Shawn coming. Soon he‘s stopped by his dad. I send Shawn smile and turn around to keep talking with people around me.
„Hi princess“ Shawn greets me while kissing my lips. When he sits next to me I lean into him and wrap my hands around him. „You look green, love“ I laugh at him. He slighly groans „Why didn‘t you tell me to stop drinking?“ he asks looking at him. „Cmon, we‘re going to take walk around“ I say standing up and pulling him with me.

„Y/N?“ Shawn asks with a serious tone. I look up to him. „I don‘t really remember what happenned yesterday, at least not clearly but I do remember what you said before I fell asleep“ I froze. Did he hear me. „Am I really going to be a dad?“ Shawn asks with hope in his eyes. I put his hands on my tummy and nod my head. Soon I see tears rolling down his cheeks. I gently whipe them away with my thumb „We‘re going to be parents, Shawn“ I say grinning. „I love you“ „I love you too“