i was giggling like an idiot during this scene and the other one

anonymous asked:

headcanon where harrison and jacob love to cockblock tom and his s/o lol

LMAO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS 

  • lol ok so tom usually loves jacob and harrison with his whole heart 
  • key word: usually
  • the exception is when they like to interfere with your intimate moments with tom
  • it all started out one evening when everyone was gathered at your flat for a movie night
    • everyone meaning: jacob, harrison, and of course tom
  • tom had made his way over to sit by you on the couch, eager to snuggle with you
  • harrison had other plans
  • he saw where tom was headed and immediately shot up from his spot on the opposite couch
  • he hurried to sit directly next you as tom approached the couch 
  • “harrison, what the hell are you doing, mate?”
  • “just getting comfortable” he’d say this with a grin and pat the spot next to him that was still open
    • “i’m a better cuddler anyways, you know this, tom” 
  • “harrison, mooooooove” 
    • *cue tom’s whiny voice*
  • “why don’t you go sit next to jacob? he looks lonely. i’ll keep y/n company”
  • you’d just be watching the exchange, trying not to laugh at the frustrated look on tom’s face  
  • “you idiot, i’m supposed to keep her company” 
  • harrison would just shrug and sink further into the couch, resting an arm behind your head 
  • tom would huff and puff as he made his way to the couch with jacob
  • “TOM!!” 
    • jacob outstretches his arms to welcome tom 
  • “you’re not y/n, jacob, be quiet” 

  • oh gosh and then there was the time you had visited tom on set
  • you met him in his trailer in between scenes when he had a little down time to himself
  • he ushered you in quickly and his lips were already on yours from the moment you stepped into the trailer and after he locked the door 
  • the two of you would be in the middle of a very heated kiss, tom’s hands resting underneath your shirt, impatient to take it off
  • as if on cue, harrison came barging through the door
    • the damn assistant had a key 
  • “hello, my favorite people!” 
  • “harrison, we’re kind of in the middle of something.”
  • “right, sorry, mate” 
  • he’d throw a hand over his eyes dramatically and try and navigate himself to the couch in the middle of the trailer 
  • “hARRISON” 
  • “you may carry on” 
  • you were fighting a giggle while tom was fuming 
  • “HARRISON” 
  • “yes, thomas?”
  • “go find jacob or something and do something” 
  • “excellent idea, tom” 
  • he’d pull out his phone and dial jacob’s number 
    • “hey, jacob! tom invited us to the trailer to hang with him and y/n!!” 
    • tom is literally hitting his head against the trailer wall 
  • let’s not forget when you were accompanying the boys on a press tour 
  • you had rested your head on his shoulder while flying on the private jet with the rest of the sm:h cast and harrison and a few other various crew members 
  • his hand was mindlessly stroking your hair as you drifted in and out of sleep 
  • someone please tell me how this boy got turned on during this flight
  • he woke you up once he was sure everyone else was asleep or completely distracted
  • “darling, wake up”
  • “what, tom????”
  • “can we join the mile high club”
  • you would perk up instantly, amused by his proposal 
  • you’d just nod rapidly in response and the two of you would get up and head for the bathroom near the back of the plane 
  • you thought ya’ll went unnoticed 
  • you two got into the small space and tom hoisted you onto the counter, his body resting between your legs that were spread across the surface
  • your hands would be in his hair as he started to run his fingers over your clothed core 
  • just as you were getting irritated with his teasing, you demanded for him to take off his pants and get a move on with things
  • he took off his pants hurriedly at the moment an impatient knock rattled the door
  • “tommmmmm, i have to pee.” 
  • “hARRISoN, NOT NOW” 
  • “but i really have to pee”
  • “hold it, you ass” 
  • “can you resume fucking y/n after i pee?”
    • if you’ve never seen tom angry with his best friend, now you have
    • harrison was all giggles as you two exited the bathroom a few moments later
    • jacob high fiving harrison in the process 
  • oHMY GOSH THE TIME YA’LL WERE OUT TO DINNER AT A PRETTY FANCY RESTAURANT 
  • to say tom had been aroused by your look that night was an understatement
  • since the two of you left the flat, his hands were on you almost every second
  • especially when you two sat down
  • your dress was short enough for tom to have his hand rest dangerously close to your underwear 
  • when he thought no one was paying attention, he slipped a hand up your dress making you shift in your seat
  • jacob noticed the small gesture but stayed quiet, nudging harrison and shifting his eyes to the two of you, tom’s eyes still lowered 
  • harrison noticed your facial expressions and the lack of one of tom’s hands from its previous position on the restaurant table 
  • jacob “dropped” his fork 
  • “hey, harrison, can you please pick up my fork?”
  • since tom was still listening, he removed his hand from your underwear just as harrison shimmied under the table, a fake cough leaving his mouth 
  • jacob watched the two of you, your eyes anywhere but the boys 
  • “look, mate, if you wanted to get it on, i hear the bathrooms here are exceptional” 
  • “hARriSON” 
    • your cheeks have never been redder
    • tom really can’t catch a break 
good luck | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by void-obriens

a/n: i want more reggie asap like riverdale give us more reggie please i need it in my life. i also had a lot of fun playing around with like kind good protective reggie instead of jerk jock reggie!! asshole to the world but never to his girl!💙💛🏈1️⃣4️⃣

prompt: 55- “don’t you dare lay a finger on her” & 86- “you know it’s okay to cry”

you walk out of the gym still clad in your cheerleading uniform, the hall filling with the loud commotion of kids as they pour out from their classes.

you see the jocks exit their locker room rowdy from practice you assume, as you make your way toward your locker one of the jocks bumps into you sending you toward the ground

“watch it idiot” i spit annoyed picking myself up of the floor “me watch it? how about you watch your mouth vixen” he steps closer to me trying to intimidate me. i place my hand on his chest pushing the jock out of my face

“you think your tough because your a bulldog?” i giggle and roll my eyes at the teen “get out of my face Chuck”

i try and move past as a crowd gathers but he’s hands dart to my arm and he pulls me back pushing me up against the lockers “no can do princess” he snarls

“seriously chuck stop being a meat head and let me go” he steps back and i glance at him before walking forward only to have chuck grab a handful of my ass as i pass

i freeze turning on my heel “what the hell chuck!” i yell feeling sick to my stomach “oh c'mon (y/n), i had to see if the rumours were true” he bites his lip and runs his hands over his head taking a good look at my body

i suddenly feel self conscious in my uniform and lookas a crowds gather “CLAYTON!” a sudden voice yells

i search for the voice as none other than reggie mantle steps through the sea of jocks and shoves his friend into the lockers behind him just like the boy had done with me.

“ah chill mantle im just having fun with the hottest little river vixen, right (y/n)” the jocks get giddy pushing on each other like ‘bros’

“it’s fine reg forget it” i mutter to the raven haired boy turning to leave the scene “yeah reg it’s fine” chuck tease slipping past the boy and walking briskly toward me to get one last touch of my ass

i squeal disgusted in the boys actions, and like lightning reggie is next to me in a flash shoving the dim witted boy up against the lockers holding him up by his sweat shirt

“don’t you dare lay a finger on her” he warns getting into his face “you hear me” he shouts and the boy nods vigorously “okay okay reg chill” he drops the boy down and I turn walking away as fast as my legs could take me.

“did i hear that chuck & reggie were fighting over you today!” ronnie gushes as we prepare for the big game.

i roll my eyes applying another coat of mascara to my lashes “jeez v it wasn’t like that at all” i exhale placing down the wand and turning to face my two best friends “chuck was being a handsy dick and reggie stuck up for me thats all”

they share a puzzled glance “wait what do you mean handsy?” betty pushes worry washing over her face “he just grabbed my ass a few times and yeah I don’t want to talk about it can we just drop it?”

“(y/n) that’s not nothing you-” and by some grace of god cheryl bounds into the locker room “let’s go sluts show time”

“god i hate the kids at this school” i mummer before following the raven and blonde headed girls out and onto the field.

we stand along the track as the bulldogs rip through their banner jogging onto the school field as the bleacher erupt in cheers. we do a few cheers and flips before it was the opposing teams turn to enter

i make my way over to the drinks table and catch chuck and his mates staring me down like a piece of meat making gestures that would only make a girl feel sick to her stomach

and like clockwork tears dribble down your fast as fast as they appear “(y/n?)” i cuz sand turn away from the boy quickly wiping my eyes before turning back to the jock “reg hey” i smile

“your crying” he states and i shake my head denying it which only causes me to cry even more “im sorry it’s stupid i shouldn’t be crying im fine” i choke and he shakes his head stepping closer to me

“hey hey” he places his hands on my shoulders in attempts to comfort me “you know it’s okay to cry?” he questions dabbing a few of my fallen tears with his thumb

“do you?” i tease earning a laugh from him which cause me to giggle to myself “um yes for a fact i do, your looking at a dude who cried during the fault in our stars”

my eyes widen “no way” he shrugs his shoulders “guilty, but if you tell anyone im afraid I’ll have to kill ya” he said as a matter of fact. i hold my hand up “scouts honour”

i wipe the remaining tears off my face and take a few steady breathes trying to block out chuck and he’s idiotic friends

“forget Chuck okay? a guy like that doesn’t deserve a pretty girls tears okay?” i look up into his eyes and smile to myself “thanks reg” he smiles shyly.

“anytime (y/n/n)” he plays with his helmet and i glance down to my shoes to nervous to say anything else

“mantle lets go!” he turns to his coach as he yells for him “coming coach” he yells back glancing at me looking slightly guilty

“im sorry ive gotta go” and i shake my head touches his shoulder softly “it’s fine it’s fine!”

“goodluck” he smiles at me and i blush “thanks reg” he waits glancing at me “what aren’t you going to wish me good luck?” he sasses and giggle.

“you won’t need it but” i throw my arms around the boys next and stand on my tip toes kissing him

“good” kiss “luck” kiss “reg” kiss

i take my hands away from his neck settling them on his chest as his still linger around my waist “woah that was way better” i smile giddy as he re joins our lips “good luck my little vixen”

“MANTLE” he rolls his eyes “im coming coach im coming!” he yells giving me another kiss before rushing off to his team turning around and smiling giddily at your as a blush covers your face.

maybe not all jocks where jerks after all

Super Puppy Love: A Super Sons fic

Synopsis: Damian and Jon had gotten the hang of working together as the Super Sons. Just as Damian thought that he could make this team-up work, he runs into an unexpected snag: Jon has a crush on him.

Update: I made a sort of epilogue/continuation of this as a response to a story prompt. Check it out here!  Super Puppy Love: Jon actually explains why there’s a naked Damian in his bed.



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The Girl on Set – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: May you do a Cody imagine where you are a fan of tw and you win the contest to visit the set in the final season and you’re so happy because you’re gonna met the cast but mostly exited because you’re gonna meet Cody cause Theo is your favorite character, And when you meet him gets an interest on you and take advantage of every break or every moment to go to talk to you and sprayberry can see you caught him so deep and tell him to ask you out or something?? 

Word Count: 2,430

Warnings: None

Pairing: Cody Chrisitan x Reader

Other Characters in this imagine: Holland Roden, Tyler Posey, and Dylan Sprayberry

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the ending you wanted, but I still gave you the same concept you asked for. I hope you like it and feedback is greatly appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Who is that?” Cody asked as he approached Holland and Dylan Sprayberry sitting on their chairs.

Holland looked up and noticed Cody nodded towards the girl by the craft table with Tyler Posey, who were talking and laughing as they put food on their plates. Holland looked back at Cody with a smile, “that’s Y/N. She’s the one who won the contest to visit the set.”

“We met her earlier in the make-up trailer. She’s really nice,” Sprayberry said after looking up from his phone.

Cody looked back and couldn’t help but admire the girl. Her hair was down with long waves that reached just above her butt. She had dark skinny jeans, which showed off her hips and great butt. She wore a black tank top underneath a red plaid shirt, with a pair of matching red Converse. She was too far to notice the small details on her face like her make-up or if she had freckles. However, he knew one thing for sure, she was beautiful. 

“Do you need a bucket?” Sprayberry’s question snapped Cody out of his trance. He gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he would ask such a thing. As if reading his mind, Sprayberry answered, “for all the drooling.”

Holland giggled. “Someone has a crush.”

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drive in with sam headcanons

summary : you go to the drive in w sam
author’s note : i went to the drive in recently and i have many feelings and thoughts about what i’m about to write so buckle up kids it’s gonna get g o o d (post writing: jk these actually suck xoxo)

  • okay so growing up you’ve gone to the drive in quite frequently
    • it was a big part of your teenage years
  • and one day you’re telling sam about the drive in
  • and he tells you he’s never been to one
    and you look at him all ??????
  • “wHaT dO yOU MEAN YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO THE DRIVE IN???????”
  • he gives you a sheepish smile and shrugs
  • “i dunno i don’t think there was one near me growing up”
  • you’re still in shock because the drive in is so much fun
  • but you tell him “i’ll take you”
  • and his face perks up and he grins widely
  • “really?! you will?!!”
  • and you can only smile at the childlike look on his face
    • he looks really cute
    • but you’d never tell him that
  • so you make plans for that weekend to go to the drive in movie
  • and coincidentally it happens to be free movie night
    • which is a definite bonus
  • and they’re playing a bunch of your favorite disney movies
    • like peter pan, tangled, and toy story
  • you somehow convince sam to go see tangled with you
    • “c’mon sam please? you know it’s my favorite!”
    • he only sighs “fine we can see tangled”
    • you give him a giant hug after this
    • his cheeks turn a faint shade of red and he’s confused
    • because why is he getting so flustered over his best friend hugging him?????
  • anyways
  • friday finally rolls around and you’ve got everything ready and prepared
    • there’s an abundance of candy and other various snacks in the back of your family’s old mini van
      • these are the best to go to a drive in with
      • bigger trunks = bigger room
    • along with stacks of blankets and pillows
    • everything
  • okay but you get to the drive in that night and you’re parked fairly close to the screen
  • and you make sure the sound is adjusted perfectly and the radio is on the correct station
  • sam insists on getting popcorn even though you tell him you have plenty of snacks already
    • ”(y/n) you don’t understand it’s not a movie without popcorn”
    • “fine we can get popcorn”
  • you only give in to make him happy
  • once sam finally gets his popcorn, you two clamber into the trunk of the mini van
  • there’s pillows surrounding you and blankets underneath you
  • and it’s nearing the end up summer so it’s still warm outside so the blankets aren’t really necessary
  • the movie starts nearly half an hour after the sun sets
  • you’re both sat comfortably close to each other
  • at some point during the movie you both reach to grab popcorn and your hands brush against each other’s leaving you both a blushing mess
    • this happens multiple times
    • and he definitely teases you about it
    • “i thought you didn’t want popcorn”
    • "oh piss off holland”
  • you’re not even half an hour into the movie when you start to shift to a more comfortable position
  • you wait to make sure sam is deeply focused into the movie before you grab the popcorn bucket and move it to the side of you
  • you shift a little bit closer to him and your squirming ceases only in the slightest
  • sam being the little cliché bean he is definitely does the fake yawn to wrap his arm around your shoulders
    • he hopes you don’t notice
    • you do and you start giggling about it
    • he never lives it down
  • when you won’t stop giggling about it, he goes to remove his arm from your shoulders
  • because he thinks you don’t like it
    • the only thing going through his mind is
    • "OH NO SHEDOENSTLIKEMELIKETHAT SAM YOU IDIOT”
  • but you make a slight whine in protest and grab his hand with your own
  • and you pull it around your shoulders again
  • your fingers slowly interlinking in the process
  • and you’re smiling really wide and your cheeks are burning and he’s the same
  • because “OHMYGOD THEY LIKE ME????? DOES THIS MEAN THEY LIKE ME?????”
    • obviously you both do
  • but you both are just sitting there
  • until you start to shift again causing him to laugh softly at you
  • you ultimately end up practically laying down in the trunk, your head on his shoulder
  • when flynn and rapunzel finally get to the kingdom and the music is playing, you’re radiating happiness
  • "sam this is my favorite scene”
  • your voice is hushed but soaked in excitement
  • you’re looking at him with the cutest smile and he can’t help himself
  • he brings a hand to cup your cheek, pulling your face toward him
  • your breath hitches in your throat, your eyes slightly widening
    • because “OHMYGOD HES GOING TO KISS ME LSKAOSNSOS”
  • he finally dips his head down and your eyes flutter shut, eyelashes kissing your under eyes
  • you lean back into the pillows, your hands coming up to cup his face which only causes you to pull him down with you
  • half of his body is on top of yours when you pull back, breathless
  • you tug on your lower lip, a smiling creeping up onto your face
  • you look up and into his eyes, giggling slightly as your cheeks heat from the way he’s looking at you
  • he ends up resting his head on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair your attention fully on the movie
  • when flynn ends up being revived by rapunzel’s tear your own eyes feel a bit wet
  • and you’re not aware sam has sat up until he’s not-so-subtly taken your arms and wrapped them around his neck
  • his forehead is against yours when he says
  • "did i ever tell you i’ve got a thing for my best friend?”
  • at the sAME TIME FLYNN SAYS HES GOT A THING FOR BRUNETTES
  • you shake your head at him, breathing out a laugh and a slight “sam you dork” before kissing him again
  • and wow these make me sad i want to go to the drive in w my boyfriend :////

tags : @peacefulmusician @literatureandimmature @dreameratrisk @grant-valdes-holland @spideyydarling @captainswriting @underoosie @spideyyss @marvelsdaughter @ladysnowren @lil-spidey @peterletmebeanavengerparker @tomhollandisthicc @focused-on-holland @peterfightmeparker @nedandpeter @spideyboys @hufflepuffholland @themultilingualmartell @nedslaptop @sam-a-holland

Project?

Originally posted by sethkates


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Clay had an intention to finish their project. Would they be successful on doing it?

Word count: 1.270

Posted: 21st of April 2017

A/N: I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks I am receiving for my previous imagines with Clay and I would like to thank you for the support.
I love you as much as I love this cinnamon roll and I am so inspired to write 13 reasons why imagines.
Thank you for everything guys and I love you all.

P.S.: My requests for 13 reasons why are OPEN!

- G. x

Warning: (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.


It has been a long and tiring day at school and to top it, you still had some projects to finish with your project buddy and best friend, Clay Jensen.

“Are you tired?” Clay worriedly asked you after he saw you yawning for the hundredth time now. “We can do it some other day, if you want. The due of the project is two weeks from now.”

“No,” You smiled at him as he was so caring and thoughtful. “it’s fine, Clay.”

“Are you sure?” He assured as he parked your bike beside his.

“I am sure, Clay!” You playfully slapped him with your black binders and you rolled your eyes as he was starting to annoy you.

“Alright, alright.” He huffed as he gave up on reassuring you. He then looked at you, pretending to be annoyed because of your actions. “Fine then.”

“Finally,” You were relieved when you both headed to his house’s doorstep. “thank God.”

“What? Finally, we are home or finally, I stopped annoying you?” He raised an eyebrow as he opened the door with his keys.

“Both!” You honestly answered and you both entered the Jensen’s home laughing and guffawing, as if something was really funny about it.

“It seems like you are both happy.” You heard a sweet voice coming from the living room.

“At least, you are honest.” He winked at you but quickly turned his head to the living room as he saw his Mum staring at him. “Oh mum, don’t you have any work for today?”

“I wanted to bring these stuffs at home.” She waved some papers that were in her hands and you noticed Clay shaking his head. You then carefully looked around the house. It was clean and perfectly in order. “(Y/N)?”

“Oh, yup!” Clay smiled a little bit and he pulled you to enter the living room with him. You hated him at that moment since you were somehow shy, of course, but you quickly felt comfortable and at home when you saw his mother smiling.

“Lainie!” You smiled at her and she smiled back at you. You met Clay’s mother during the parents’ meeting at your school. “How are you?”

“I’m stressed for works and for my rebellious son right here.” She pointed at the messy piles of papers on her desk and then at Clay. You just laughed as you saw Clay pouting.

“I can imagine.” You nodded, agreeing for what she has just said. “Clay’s been stressing me too.”

“What?!” Clay looked at you and he pretended to be offended for what you have just confessed. His mum laughed and you flashed him an apologetic smile as he rolled his eyes in response.

“Mum, we’re finishing our assigned project in my room.” Clay then said, turning serious as he changed the topic.

“Sure.” Lainie smiled and you flashed her a sweet smile, before you headed to the stairs with Clay. “(Y/N), does it bother you having dinner with us?”

“Of course not, I would voluntarily join you.” You kindly said and you noticed Clay smiling widely while he stood beside you. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Lainie sympathetically answered and Clay started going upstairs. “Clay?”

“Mum?” He suddenly stopped in the middle of the stair and you almost bumped him.

“Leave your room’s door open.” You giggled at hearing his mum’s reminder.

“Oh my God, Mum!” Clay whined and it made you laugh even more. He continued going upstairs and he led you to his room, leaving the door open like what his mother has reminded him. “Idiot, you are having so much fun here, eh?”

“Oh, shut up Jensen!” You flashed him a death glare as you carelessly plopped your things on his desk. “Shall we start?” Your gaze softened and he flashed you his flat smile, nodding.

“Yup.” He shortly answered and he started to get the materials that you needed to conclude your project.

You both spent the time doing your project, but it didn’t mean that you were serious and deadpan. He kept on doing silly things to make you laugh and to keep you awake. Clay Jensen – that adorable and dorky man that you’ve always liked because he was himself whenever you were with him. Who wouldn’t love him? Everybody would.

“Clay, you are an idiot!” You exclaimed when he poked fun of himself.

“It’s true that you considered me as a nerd when you first met me. Don’t lie.” He ranted as he was trying to cut a piece of paper for the almost finished project.

“It’s not true!” You lied through your teeth. He was right, you really considered him as one of those nerds, one of those good-looking nerds.

“I would kiss you so you would shut your mouth up!” Clay blurted out and your eyes both grew wide. You looked at him putting his scissors and paper down on the floor and he looked straight into your (Y/E/C) orbs.

“Clay?” You stopped yourself from doing anything and you stared at Clay as he bit his red bottom lip. He was shocked too, but he perfectly knew that he couldn’t take his words back anymore.

He created an awkward pace between the two of you, but then you suddenly found yourself closing your eyes and leaning forward, maybe copying Clay’s actions too.

A little moment later, you felt two soft lips on yours and you both slowly deepened the kiss, him constantly pulling your body closer to him. He caressed your cheek as he lingered the taste that your lips allowed and you had your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt some sort of sparks and nervousness, even though you imagined this scene in your head for uncountable times now.

He was about to close the door, but you both heard some footsteps and you suddenly broke the kiss, both scared to be caught.

“Guys, dinner is ready.” You both looked where the deep voice came from and you both nodded, still astonished for the happening between the two of you. Matt, Clay’s father, had a smirk on his face before going back downstairs and you wondered if he saw everything.

“C’mon?” You nodded as your thoughts faded away and you both followed his father.  “That was perfect.” You flashed him an embarrassed but happy smile.

“It was.” You agreed as you both entered the dining room. You could bet that you saw Clay blushing and smiling widely, you couldn’t be wrong with that.

When you entered the room, you saw his parents smiling widely and you both got into your places, so you could start having your dinner.

“How’s your project going on?” Lainie has asked with a bright smile on her face. You looked at Clay, giving him the cue that it was his turn to answer.

“Fine, it’s almost finished.” Clay has said as he tried to chew his food slowly.

“Oh, project?” Matt has asked and you noticed Clay widened his eyes. “Your project consists of kissing and cuddling?”

“Dad!” Clay protested and you both became crimson red in your face and you felt a burning sensation in your whole body. You were embarrassed and dumbfounded.

“Congrats!” His parents said in unison and they both laughed as they saw your reaction. Clay then caressed your hand under the table to calm you down and you both laughed together with his parents.

“Another reason why my door should be shut.” Clay jokingly said. “Always.”

“You have a point in there, buddy!” His father agreed and you all laughed as you felt more relaxed, welcomed and snugged as a bug in a rug.


FUTURE HEARTS | PT.3 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: angst, smut + punk!jikook

word count: 17,468 

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

cr.


Your senses are filled with the scent of food before you even open your eyes. You immediately perk up from your makeshift cocoon in Hoseok’s bed, quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs.  When you round the corner you expect to find Hoseok standing over the stove, but instead you’re met with nothing.

“Hoseok?” You called out as you started making your way through the kitchen. There’s no response, and you’re about to try again when you catch a glimpse of something laying in the middle of the counter. You reach forward for the piece of paper and quickly unfold it.

I have class, but I made you breakfast, it’s in the microwave .x - H

You smile at the note, gently placing it back on the counter before retrieving the food. You made your way to the kitchen table, stomach growling as it begged to be sated. You quickly started shoveling the food in your mouth, practically moaning at the taste of Hoseok’s cooking that you’d missed so much for the past year.

One year.

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Misdialed

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 13 (2.0) PART 14 END

Text series with last part as a fan fiction - can be read alone

AO3 version

Word count: 9,787

Paring: Jungkook x reader

Warning: Super fluff, cliche, gross gooey, cheesy asf


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Drunken Confessions

Originally posted by jimiyoong

(Disclaimer: Gif belongs to rightful owner.)


Pairing:
Yoongi x Reader (I think I have a problem. XD)

Genre: Best Friends to lovers, light smut, !CivilianYoongi

Warnings: Mentions of sexual acts, language

Description: One drunken night led to drunken confessions. What happens from there after your best friend admits to masturbating while thinking about you? A game of cat and mouse ensues and maybe something more will grow out of it.

A/N: Am I the only one that can’t stop writing about Yoongi? Like, I have all these other ideas for other members but Yoongi just won’t stop invading my head. I swear I have no bias. I SWEAR IT.

Anyways…uh…enjoy? This was meant to be a drabble but yeah..it isn’t.  Forgive me.

Word Count: 3.4k

“I’ve thought about you.” your best friend casually said as if it was no big deal.
You stared. Blinked, then took one sip of your vodka orange juice before staring at him again.

“You what?” you blurted. What else could you say? How often do you hear one of your best friends confess about jerking it with you in mind?

“This counts as a confession to absolve me of my, uh, …sins? Just so you know.” he raised his beer to you as if making a toast to make it official.

“I was talking about your ex! How the hell did this evolve into you confessing about your spank bank material?” your cheeks heated up, most likely from the alcohol and not from the flattering information that your hot best friend thinks about you while he masturbates. Wait, did I just say ‘hot’?

“It’s one of the reasons she’s now my ex. I think I said your name like, once…hundred..times-ish, in my sleep.” he chuckled to himself.  

“Oh my god, no wonder she hated me.” you slapped him on the shoulder when he laughed at the look of your dumbfounded face.

When he wouldn’t stop laughing, and you suspect it was because he was already half way drunk, you thought it was a good idea to put in a few more punches so you could distract yourself from the random images of him touching himself flashing through your mind. It doesn’t help with the buzz that went straight down to your core though.

“Holy shit, woman, will you quit it?” he tried to sound pissed, but the slur in his words made him sound nothing more than an irritated drunkard, making you giggle. He grabbed onto your hands and pulled you close to him for a spontaneous side hug, and you quickly fit into his side with his arm around you.

“So, you’re not grossed out?” he gently bumped his head to yours.

“Nope.”

“Shouldn’t you be?”

“Probably.” you shrugged, and Yoongi only hummed in response.
Once the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, you started thinking about things. Things that you shouldn’t be thinking about or even admit. As if you were on auto-pilot, your mouth did that thing you hated the most; speaking without thinking.

“I’ve thought about you too.”

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You Deserve Better-Ethan Nestor

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x Reader
Description: Reader’s boyfriend is abusive and Ethan’s thinking he’s ready to get shit stomped
Requested: 38, 81, and 84 for Ethan? I love your writing btw
Send me numbers and I’ll write imagines with THIS dialogue list!
Warnings: Domestic abuse, domestic abuse mentions, angst

As alsways, the fic for Ethan will be under the cut, and the warnings are above. If you feel this piece will be harmful to your health or triggering in any way, please skip it, and if you’re Ethan, skIP THIS THANKS K BYE LOVE U

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Brown- Eyes

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: nothin but fluff

Fandom: Marvel- Avengers

A/N: To all my lovely followers, and supporters, thank you so much for the love and patience you have given me thus far. Also, stay tuned cause I got some great fics in the making! Love You!! Always Keep Fighting!

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Living with the Avengers was everything you expected it to be and more. It was great to finally have a family of your own, a big, dysfunctional superhuman powered family. For far too long you were on your own, jumping from place to place, running from people who wanted to catch you and utilize your powers. When you had first arrived at the tower you were violent and scared. Tony was trying to make you feel better by showing you the Iron Man suit but thinking he was trying to knock you out you manipulated the air around you to throw him across the room. For the next two weeks, Tony was made fun of by the rest of the Avengers about how the ‘baby’ of the team knocked him out without breaking a sweat.

Steve turned into your mentor/father figure. He trained you at hand to hand combat, making sure you were always staying sharp. He was also the one that knew instantly if something was wrong with you, and wouldn’t leave you alone until he was sure you were better.

Bruce and Nat took turns being the big momma. All you had to do was sneeze once, and Bruce would force you into the lab, running every test, he could think of. He wouldn’t let you out until he was sure that you were okay. In his defense, because you could control the five elements of nature if you were to get sick you could lose control, causing minor or major natural disasters. Nat helped you perfect your interrogation and persuasion skills. She taught you how to read people, as well her own technique of hand to hand combat. She showed you the strong points that all woman had and how to use it to your advantage.

Tony, well Tony was Tony. He joked around with you, but in a way, that made Steve shake his head. Tony once threw a knife at you when you stumbled into the kitchen early morning, to ‘check how sharp’ you were. Thankfully Bucky caught the knife before it did any harm to you, and as payback, you didn’t speak to him for a week. At first, he brushed it off that he didn’t care, and that it gave him more time to talk. However, after two days of you not responding to him, he was on his knees begging for you to talk to him.

Bucky and Sam were the arguing older brothers of the family. You had to referee so many of their arguments and push them apart when things got heated. Deep down you knew the two idiots loved and cared for each other, but were too stubborn and manly to admit to it. Occasionally when you felt down about a mission or something from your past got dragged back up you would go to where the two of them were. Knowing no other way to cheer you up, they would start arguing about the most ridiculous of things, effectively getting a laugh out of you.  

Clint was the one to take you out to normal activities. He would take you to carnivals, movies, and even took you out shopping. Once you showed interest in his bow and arrow he trained you, pushed you to the best shot he could make you out to be.

Wanda and Vision were the ones who helped you control your power. Vision helped with the ‘technical’ bits of your power while Wanda helped you control your emotions.

Wanda and Nat also doubled as your girlfriends, gossiping, giggling and taking care of each other. Nat would talk for hours on end about how great Bruce was, and then proceed to deny that she was not in love with him. You knew that Wanda had an eye for Vision but kept it to herself because she didn’t want to ruin what they had. Both would berate you about who you had a crush on but see as how you saw everyone in the tower as family and you didn’t go out very often, coming across people of the opposite gender your age was difficult.

You had just come back from a week-long mission with Tony, and Steve. Everyone knew that that meant you spent a week being bossed around by Steve and as the bud of Tony’s jokes. Since the mission was in Khalistan your sleep schedule was completely out of whack, you tried to stay awake in the morning but failed miserably. Tony took it upon himself to help you out by squirting a water gun at you, pinch you or blow a horn at you when you would doze off during the day.

Today, Pepper who had been visiting took pity on your situation and forced Tony to go out with her.

Sighing a breath of relief at the peace and quiet that surrounded you, you stepped into the kitchen opting to bake a cake. Baking always soothed you, plus it was sure to keep you awake.

The wonderful scent of chocolate filled the entire kitchen as the cake was baking in the oven. Smiling and humming a silly tune, you pulled out the cake, and set out the ingredients for your favorite part decorating. You were looking around for the frosting (Steve hid it after finding you passed out on the couch with an empty can of frosting in your hand), when there was a loud crash followed by the voices of Bucky, Sam and a guy you couldn’t place. Suddenly the doors of the common room swung open with such force that you were surprised it didn’t fall off, Sam in his Falcon suit soared through the room, Bucky hot on his tail, both running away from something. You were a still panicked, thinking the worst, that someone had infiltrated the compound but the fire in your heart was doused as you see Sam and Bucky sporting a smile.

“You idiots want to take it outside?” you grunted, dismayed that the peace and quiet you were enjoying was disrupted.  

“No!” they both screamed at the same time. As you groaned and got ready to throw them out the side of the building with your powers, something sticky shot out, pulling Sam and wrapping him up on the ground.

“What th-,” before you had a chance to finish the question, the cake you had worked so hard on was shot and to your horror, it smashed on to Bucky’s face.

“Still think I’m a little kid?” the guy asked, he looked to be about your age with brown hair and matching chocolate brown eyes. Had you met him under other circumstances you would have found him attractive, but right now you were blinded by rage.  

“Yes, I do,” Bucky grumbled, wiping the cake off his face and swung at the kid with his flesh arm but brown- eyes was too fast and dodged the punch, grabbing the flour that was left from your baking, showering Bucky and Sam with it.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!” Tony yelled as his eyes took in the whole situation. You had to admit, the sight was hilarious, Bucky had cake slowly falling from his hair, while Sam was rolling on the floor to escape the sticky stuff, both doused in white flour, giving them a ghostly look. But your thoughts were immediately taken back to your beautiful cake, now smeared on the wall, and you didn’t even have the chance to decorate it yet. The frustration of not finishing the cake, added in the lack of sleep, made you lose all self-control. Manipulating the air around you to produce water, you showered brow-eyes, Bucky and Sam, but before anyone could react you grabbed the dirt from the plants around you, and sprayed it on all of them, including Tony.

The rest of the Avengers crew, who were out training, walked in on the scene stunned, their eyes moving from you to the boys. Nat was the first to burst out laughing soon to be followed by Wanda and Clint. “What happened in here?” Steve asked trying to keep a straight face but failing.

“What happened is that Bionic Arm, Bird- Brain, and Brown- Eyes decided to behave like little children, and ruin the cake I was working 2 hours to make. I didn’t even get to decorate it yet,” you say, sounding a lot more upset than you thought you were.

“And me?” Tony asked wiping the dirt off his face.

“Oh, that’s for ‘helping’ me by shooting me with water every time I tried to take a nap,”  you retort.

“I’m sorry,” Brown-eyes apologized, he looked genuinely sorry for his actions as well as a little terrified of what else you would do, making you feel a bit better.

“Well, I’m gonna take a nap,” you say as you start to walk towards the elevators. “Oh and brown-eyes,” turning to face the attractive boy, “I expect a cake when I wake up, or I’ll do a lot worse than this.”

No one had dared to wake you up from your sleep, and when you did wake you felt fresh, rejuvenated and extremely happy, that is until your stomach started grumbling. Walking to the kitchen for some reason your thoughts were on the cute chocolate brown eyes. It hadn’t taken you long to make the connection that he was probably the Spider-ling that the media had been raving about for a couple of weeks now. He single-handedly brought down the crime rates in all of New York but what caught you by surprise was how young he was, and how attractive, but you would keep that to yourself for now. With your thoughts firing a mile a minute you walked into the kitchen in no time at all, the sight that greeted you made you burst into laughter. It seems that brown- eyes really did feel bad for ruining your cake, because he was trying to make the cake that you had made, with Bucky and Sam ‘helping’ by sitting on the counter and yelling de-constructive criticism at him.

“Come on kid! You can’t even read a recipe correctly? How are you gonna be one of us?” Bucky grunted stealing a couple of chocolate chips from the ingredients Brown- eyes set out, Sam smirked at this.

“I don’t think Brown- eyes wants to be a moron you two,” you sass making your presence known. Brown- eyes looked at you wide- eyed, he almost dropped the bowls in his hands. “Get out of my kitchen,” you shooed Bucky and Sam out.

“Hey this is a communal kitchen, you can’t kick us out,” Sam protested.

“You’re right, I can’t but I can splash you with water and dirt again, and this time in front of that receptionist you’ve been flirting with,” you warned, Sam, scurried out as fast as humanly possible. “Now, you,” you turned to Brown- eyes, and he gulped. Laughing you take the bowls from his hands and set it on the counter, checking out how far along he was on baking the cake. “You can stop an armed robbery, but you can’t bake a simple cake,” he chuckled a little at that. “Come on, you know what they say four hands are better than two!” you exclaimed.

“Who says that?” he asked curiously.

“ME, to anyone who’ll listen, every time I have to clean,” you replied with a straight face, “It never seems to catch on though.” He laughs at that and looks more comfortable in your presence.

After about an hour or so of following the recipe, occasionally “accidentally” bumping into each other, and stealing chocolate chips off the bowl when Brown- eyes wasn’t looking, the cake was finally finished. In the middle of decorating you noticed that Brown- eyes had a bit of frosting on his cheek, “Hey Brown- eyes, you got a little something on your cheek,” you point out. He tried to get it off but just made it worse, “Here,” you reach over and wipe his cheek, only your hand had frosting on it, you smeared it all over his face.

“Did you just do what I think you just did?” he asks standing up straight ever so slowly.

“Um, it was an accident,” you giggled backing away from him who was advancing towards you. When he plunged his hand into the frosting on the counter you made a break for it. “Brown- eyes I swear it was an ACCIDENT!!!” you screamed repeatedly.

“COME HERE THEN! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF!” he screamed while running after you. He was considerably taller than you meaning he caught up to you pretty fast before you knew it, he grabbed you by the waist with one arm and twirled you around, smearing pink frosting all over your face. In the process of fighting his grip of you, he lost momentum which made you fall to the ground with Brown- eyes in tow. Once the laughing subsided you both noticed the compromising position you were in, without hesitation your lips met and shared a sweet kiss.

“It’s Peter Parker, by the way,” he said leaning his forehead to yours.

“Eh, I like Brown- eyes better,” you replied and pulled his lips down to yours, smiling into the kiss.

Extended Ending:

“You think they’ll mind if we take the cake?” Sam whispered to Bucky who was looking at the chocolate cake like predator to prey. Bucky focus went to Peter and you, who were in the middle of a heated make- out session.

“I think they’ve had enough sweets for one day, look at them they look like they’re eating each other’s faces,” Bucky replied in slight disgust and amusement. He swiftly grabbed the cake and snuck out of the kitchen, not before taking a picture of the scene before him to use as leverage for later.

habits (isaac lahey one-shot)

Originally posted by bilesandthesourwolf

Summary: Isaac Lahey was nothing if not observant. So when the newest addition to his pack develops a strange habit, he can’t take his eyes off her. 

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: Teen


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COLD SHOULDER | Seb x Reader (Request)

Originally posted by buckysclique

Masterlist

@lelewright1234 asked “can you do me a request It’s when Sebastian cheat on the reader and she finds out so she gives him the silence treatment to teach him a lesson. So he then treat her like a princess until he is forgiven from her. Thank you”

I tweaked it a little but I hope you still enjoy!


You danced around in your trailer to music playing. The sound of bacon sizzling in the pan next to you was intoxicating as you felt the hunger in your stomach bubble. You checked on the eggs, making sure not to cook them too long. Three raps on your door startled you. “Come in,” you shouted from your position in the kitchen.

“Good morning beautiful,” you heard your cast mate behind you. “What are you cooking me for breakfast?” He snuck up behind you, putting a hand on your lower back. You rolled your eyes, sliding your breakfast onto the plate in front of you.

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Great Chemistry (Part 9)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,225

Warnings: Fluff! Cussing?

A/N: I decided to follow up the last two parts (both hot and heavy) with some pure fluff. Kind of like a breather and a transition for the part after this one. I hope you like it! 

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Joker Imagine - You’re a cop but also his girlfriend

Originally posted by deathtown

Originally posted by uncertainty4surety

Your P.O.V.

Gotham city was full of criminals and it just got worse during night. I was a cop at GCPD (Gotham City Police Department). I fought against the criminals every day, proudly with a strong will to help my city. That’s before I met my boyfriend, the Joker. Yes, the clown prince of crime, Batman’s arch enemy and so much more. How could he fall for a cop? 

Easily.

I met him when I was off duty. He didn’t even know I was a cop then. We were at his club and we seemed to get along very well, considering we were devouring each other’s lips the night we met. Long story short, he didn’t want to let go of me. Once he found out I was a cop, he wasn’t even mad. Joker knew it was a good source of information.  So here I was in my uniform, drinking coffee and filling paper sheets. I knew more of Gotham than regular people and Joker loved what I could tell him. I loved helping him.

‘‘Y/N!’‘ I heard someone yelling my name. I looked up from my desk and met the eyes of James Gordon, shortly known as Jim. ‘‘Yes?’‘ I raised my eyebrow and fixed my hair. Jim was a very good cop that everyone knew. He was my inspiration when I was younger. ‘‘There’s been an explosion by the bay.Batman was seen and so was Joker. We need to go’‘ Jim told me in a rush. My eyes widened and I felt adrenaline already pulsing through my system. Without words, I stood up and grabbed my coat. Then I followed Jim and I saw his partner coming as well.

We and a few other cops rushed to our cars and started following Jim. I was alone because my partner was sick. He was a dick anyway so I didn’t mind. I turned on the sirens and hit the gas pedal. I’d make sure I was the one to take Joker to Arkham or GCPD. We slowed down at a closed area. I parked my car behind Jim’s and then I got out. I grabbed my gun and loaded it. As I looked around, I saw that all cops were hiding behind something, either their car doors or the edge of a building. I just stood there. Fools.

I heard laughter. I nearly smiled because I recognized the person laughing, Joker. My eyes scanned the dark area but I found my green haired prince quickly. He was standing by a car filled with people. The area smelled like gasoline and Joker had matches. Old tricks seemed to work for him. 

‘‘If you shoot, the car goes boom!’‘ Joker warned everyone. Batman couldn’t do much either because Joker could light the car on fire. I saw Batman’s cape and then I saw the dark knight further away. He stood near Jim. ‘‘Joker give up!’‘ I yelled, shocking everyone because they never believed in me. One of my co-workers told me to shut up but I ignored it. I just wanted my boyfriend’s attention, and it worked.

Joker turned to look at me and then he gave me an evil smile. ‘’Oh what do we have here?’’ He laughed. This was fun, acting like we didn’t know each other. I played the good cop and he played the bad criminal. This was our plan after all. I just didn’t know he’d streak tonight. We both knew if I got promoted, I’d know more secrets of this city. It was a win win for both of us. So we agreed to do something that made me look like a hero and then I’d get the promotion I needed.

The wind made my hair flow a bit. I kept an angry gaze as I looked at J. ‘’Let them go’’ I told him as calmly as I could. Then I stepped closer to Joker very slowly. ‘’Oh where’s the fun in that?’’ Joker pouted and played with the matches. The other cops got nervous now. They thought I would kill these people by my behaviour. Honestly I wouldn’t mind but tonight they had to stay alive.

‘‘You do realize that the second you light that car on fire, 20 cops will put a bullet though you, right?’‘ I asked J and then I held back a laugh. This was too fun to take so seriously but I forced myself to keep my cool. ‘‘Hm,you dare speak to me like that missy. Why?’‘ Joker asked with an angry growl.  I felt Jim’s eyes on me and it made me a bit nervous as well.

‘‘Joker I’m giving you a chance. Hands up’‘ I barked at him. He rolled his eyes and seemed to get mad. He didn’t even bug. ‘‘Y/N back off’‘ Another cop whispered to me as I passed them. Jesus Christ these people were idiots. ‘‘How about we make a deal? I’ll put my gun down and you put the matches down. That way, you won’t get shot’‘ I suggested one of our plans. Joker sighed tiredly. 

‘‘That’s boriiing’‘ He yelled. Batman tried to get closer silently but man I wouldn’t let him take Joker away. I used my other hand to grab a smoke bomb, one that we made at his hideout of course. Everyone thought it was a gas that made it hard to breathe but we changed it a bit. It just looked thick but that’s it. As the bomb hit the ground, a thick cloud of smoke spread across the area. It smelled bad which made people near us cough. I ran towards Joker although I didn’t see him well.

‘‘We should do this during foreplay kitten’‘He whispered as he willingly let me cuff him. ‘‘We’ll see about that’‘ I giggled with a smile. Then he got down on the ground and I just sat on his back for a while, waiting for the smoke to clear. I heard heavy footsteps coming closer and a few seconds later I recognized Batman. He saw that I got Joker down.  No words were changed between me and the dark knight. Then he hurried to the car and let the people out.

‘‘Pretend to be hurt baby. I’ll drive you to the police department and break you out later’‘ I leaned down and whispered into his ear.Then I cuffed his wrists together. Only a couple moments later Jim ran towards us. He seemed shocked once he saw us. Me on top of Joker who was ‘hurt’. Joker growled and tried to wiggle away but of course he wouldn’t really escape yet.

‘‘A bit help here? I can’t pick him up by myself’‘ I asked Jim with a small smile. ‘‘Yeah’‘ He breathed out and put his gun away. Together we pulled J on his feet. ‘‘Jimbo, we meet again’‘ Joker spoke tiredly.  ‘‘I hope it’s the last time’‘ Jim answered and roughly pulled my boyfriend towards my car. My arrest, my car, that’s the rule.

‘‘Good job Y/N’‘ Jim told me as we got Joker inside my car. He pretended to sleep now. ‘‘Thanks Jim’‘ I nodded and then put my gun away. ‘‘I’ll come with you. It’s not safe to drive alone with Joker’‘ Jim offered me kindly. Whatever, it’s not like it would hurt. ‘‘Okay-’‘ I started my sentence but I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and almost gasped once I saw Batman. Did he find out?!

‘‘Jim has taught you well’‘ Batman told me with his very deep voice. I looked in shock as Batman left the scene. I changed looks with Jim who offered me a smile. ‘‘Let’s get going’‘ I broke the silence and got inside my car. Joker laughed a little bit back there but he didn’t try to do anything. Jim got in and then I started the engine, driving back to the police department.

‘‘Pretty girl, what’s your name?’‘ Joker asked after a while. Jim tried to tell him to shut up, but I was quicker. ‘‘I’m Y/N’‘ I replied shortly while keeping my eyes on the road. ‘‘Y/N..’‘ Joker said my name softly. ‘‘So you’re what now? The Jimbo number 2 or his good little student? Huh?’‘ Joker asked me in a mocking way. I didn’t take it personally tho.

‘‘She’s a good cop, Joker’‘ Jim answered since I didn’t. Good cop, yeah yeah. Little did he know. I just smirked as I drove towards the police department. In a few hours I would be the one to help Joker escape, but of course no one would know. Not for now. One day I would leave this job and join the world of crazy criminality and fun with J, but not today.

/Sorry this sucks, I just wanted to write something quickly since I haven’t written in a while. Better stuff will come up soon.

Valkyrie has the vapours

Sooo… I am on week 3 of being sick with bronchitis and/or walking pneumonia, so forgive me for my ramblings and for taking so long to post.  Here’s my report from the front lines.  (I’m without my laptop so this will be a challenge.)  You might want to grab a beverage because I’m going to put this all in one post.

THAT HORRIBLE FEELING WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE CON IN TIME:  I came down with a stomach bug on Wednesday night (on top of the bronchitis) and was too sick to fly on Thursday morning.  Though the airline was able to rebook me on an afternoon flight, delays meant I would miss my connection.  After an hour standing at the JFK ticket counter during which options slipped away, I was finally able to secure an alternative flight… but had to endure a coach window seat for 6 hours despite having paid for a first class seat.  Thank god for the copious amount of drugs in my system that I was able to remain calm and get a little nap before running through LAX, rebooking yet again when I discovered a better connecting flight, and finally arriving at SeaTac after 1:00 am - 12 hours after I was originally supposed to land. The silver lining was that I was too distracted by the drama to be nervous about what I would say to Cait and Sam.

WAIT, WE’RE QUEUING UP HOW EARLY?  Luckily @chrismosstree and @myguiltyolpleasure scoped out the situation on Thursday afternoon and figured out exactly when and where we needed to be.  I awoke around 5 am after a couple hours of sleep to bid them farewell as they headed for the convention center, taking advantage of their generous offer to hold a place for me in line. Despite being dizzy and queasy I made my way down the street to our “holding pen” outside the main hall to wait for the panel discussion with Sam and Cait.   We were able to meet up with the lovely @supertam87, @sileas84, and @side-eyeing-you and chatted with a lot of other fans while we waited… and waited… and waited.  Seriously, you guys, attending a comic con is all about standing around and monitoring your fluid intake to make sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom at the wrong time.  Luckily I was dehydrated from the decongestants so I didn’t have to worry too much.

OH, MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!  Being in line so early paid off as we got 5th row center seats in the auditorium.  The hall was huge and completely filled up in a matter of minutes.  I feel like you miss so much in the room because you’re trying to switch from watching them on stage, to seeing them blown up on the screens to the side of the stage, to snapping pics, to trying to anticipate whether they are about to do something cute so your camera is at the ready.  Initial impression was that the panel was merely okay, but I’m jaded by having attended the NYC Apple Store event last year where it was a much more intimate setting and they were less guarded.  I’ll have to watch the video to see what I missed because I’ve seen a lot of cute gifs on tumblr.

GOOD LORD, HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER MANAGED LINES BEFORE?  The convention organizers came across as very disorganized.  Rather than routing us toward the hall through a series of roped off rows like an airport security checkpoint, we were crammed together in a pen behind some gates like cattle in a feed yard about to go to slaughter.  That set the tone for the day as staff struggled to figure out what to do with us as we queued for photo ops and autograph sessions.  All sense of time was lost as we stood packed cheek to jowl in very stuffy conditions.  By the time we approached our solo pics with Sam I was a sweaty mess - some combination of nerves, the cramped quarters, and the Robitussin.

A TOTAL OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE:  I turned into a blithering idiot during the photo ops.  For those of you who haven’t done this before, the process is similar to school picture day but with more yelling.  There is a tiny mirror hanging outside this curtained off area.  I seriously thought I was going to hyperventilate as we got close to the front of the line.  You have only a second to realize you are a sweaty mess before you give your ticket to someone and are waved into the booth.  You see Sam smiling with a fan plastered to his side while a photographer screams, “READY!”  *click* “NEXT!”  Then you are thrust toward Sam and he says hello while clasping you tightly.  You are too tongue-tied to say anything and too blinded by his beauty to look him in the eye.  "READY!“ *click* "NEXT!”  It’s over.  You can’t believe it happened, but you assume it did. Emotions were running high and we skipped away, giggling uncontrollably.  Then got back in line for the joint photo op and the solo Cait session…. which took all afternoon.  Observations: I’m shorter than I thought I was after seeing myself next to them.  Sam’s jacket is unbelievably soft and I’m surprised I didn’t pet him (or maybe I did - who can remember).  He smells really good (not that @chrismosstree would know…).  He’s also thinner than I expected.  Not skinny, but not beefy like in S1.  (He’s the same height as my brother but seems so much taller.) Cait’s legs are ridiculously long and her waist is in line with my bust.  She glows. It was all a blur.  I pride myself on being unflapable, but I was - well - flapped.  I was shy and embarrassed and nervous and excited and couldn’t put a sentence together, all at the same time. 

“THAT IS SO COOL!”  On to the autograph session and a two hour wait to deliver the Doll Frasers to Cait.  They had been packed in their little trunk and carried around all day while I mentally rehearsed what I would say.  A few people asked what was in the box (I carried it in a giant clear zip lock bag to guard again rain.) As I explained that our friend makes costumes for a set of Jamie and Claire dolls and poses them in scenes from the show, one woman asked if @outlanderedandoverhere had a booth at the con where she could buy her own set!  (There’s an idea for a revenue stream, Fiona…)  There were handlers taking each item to be autographed and passing them to Cait and Sam so that by the time you were in front of them the item was signed and you could be on your way.  I was a little worried that they might not allow gifts because I didn’t see anyone in front of me doing it and I had visions of carrying the trunk around for the next week only to have to ship it back to the U.K.  I knew I had to be quick and concise, so I removed the trunk from the bag and unlatched the lid.  I flipped it open and set the thr trunk down in front of Cait, telling her that we saw the Doll Fraser calendar on the wall in their makeup trailer and thought the cast and crew might like their own set of dolls to play with.  She said, “Yeah, yeah!” and lit up like a Christmas tree.  Seriously, smiling ear to ear and digging through the trunk.  I pointed out the charity t-shirts and she said, “That is so cool!”  She just could not stop staring at them while I babbled on about how the Doll Frasers have been adopted by our community.  Finally the handler tried to move on to the next fan and Cait sighed and reluctantly closed the trunk before tucking it under the table.  She even made a little sqeeing noise.  Sam was sitting too far away and occupied with signing to notice, and they were running waaay behind, so there was noopportunity to alert him to the transaction. However, the Doll Frasers were clearly a hit.  No telling where they go from here (I assume all gifts were sent to production offices in Scotland) but hopefully we’ll see or hear about them again at some point.

After that we were FINALLY finished for the day and headed out to meet up with other fans for dinner.  And, honestly, that was the best part of this event: meeting up with so many of you.  I have laughed (and coughed) so much in the last week that my abs might actually form a “six pack.” 😂  And I love how willing everyone is to share their experience and that so many are interested.

Some of you have asked about the cock blocking story.  It’s not that interesting and requires props and facial expressions to convey properly so it’s best done in person.  For some reason (ahem, @c2bend and @rainmanjdog) it’s taken on a life of its own.  Truly, I’m not trying to be a tease so I’ll see if I can figure out a way to tell it with @chrismosstree’s help.  We’re off to dinner now but will be back online later. 

tl:dr  Overall impressions are that Sam seemed very tired and a little guarded, Cait could not have been more lovely nor down to earth, and that we are an amazing, funny, smart, and lovely group of women.  Mwah!

[scenario] [request] library

5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 
32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” 
41: “You did all this for me?” 

Title: library

Member: seungcheol ft. got7 member cameos 

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1414

Seungcheol hates the school library.

No, not because he’s a bad student, who’d rather party all night and deal with hangovers in the morning. He’s actually a quite diligent student, who balances homework and his social life fairly well.

He hates the school library because with each visit, the cute girl with a pile of books on her table is always with a different guy.

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Chemistry | Part 1 | COLE SPROUSE X READER

Description: When Camila hosts a viewing part for the season 1 premiere of Riverdale, the reader find out that the fans ship her and Cole together on and off screen. So she decides to have some fun with it.

Word Count: 1972

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Chemistry isn’t something you can fake no matter how good of an actress or actor you are. You either have it or you don’t and I’ve yet to find to a way to create it if it’s just not there.

I’m pretty sure the main reason I got my job on Riverdale was because of the chemistry I had with my co-star, Cole Sprouse. I auditioned for the role of a girl who played his character Jughead’s love interest on the show, so it was important to the casting director that whoever played this character got along with Cole.

Cole was in the room reading lines with the people auditioning for the role and it became inherently obvious within the first 20 seconds that we had great chemistry and similar interests.

I walked into the room wearing dark wash jeans and a black and white flannel with white converse. Cole stood up straight off of the table he was leaning against and looked me up and down. He too was wearing dark wash jeans and a black and white flannel with white converse, though he made it look one hundred times better than I did.

Cole broke out in a grin and chuckled. “I like your style…” he trailed off not knowing my name.

“(Y/N),” I supplied him with a smile of my own. “And thank you I like yours as well. Great minds think alike and I have a great one,” I said with a wink.

The people in the room all let out a laugh at my response. Cole walked up to me and reached a hand out. “Well nice to meet you (Y/N) I’m Cole Sprouse and I’ll be one of your co-stars if you get this role.”

I firmly grasped his reached out hand and shook it firmly. “Nice to meet you too Cole though I already knew your name. I don’t live under a rock.”

And the rest as they say is history.  I got a call the next day saying I got the part and showed up to set the following week. That was a year ago.

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More than friends

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 (Final part)

Hvitserk x Reader, Ivar x Reader

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A/N: Thank you for reading this story!!! 😊

Summary: AU

Reader and Hvitserk are friends with benefits and they are both alright with that, but things will start to change when Ivar moves in with them.

Warning: cursing


When you are a kid you see people who are stuck in their past. You see them struggle to move and to open their hearts again. And when you see it, you tell yourself that you are never going to be like them.
At the time you consider them as weak and stupid for wasting their time, but you are not aware of their struggle and you’ll never be. As you grow older you start realizing that you are turning into those people. Those stuck in one place for years. No matter if it seems that they moved on, they didn’t. Their mind is still repeating everything they did wrong on replay. They can never escape because they care too much about the things that are already gone. Just as you were.

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Modern High Lords AU (Fic)

So people seemed to like the Modern High Lord HC I wrote yesterday, and I’m sick right now which leaves me with nothing to do except write, so I thought I would turn it into an actual fanfic; I’m going to do the ladies after a long nap😂😂 Hope you enjoy 

Rhysand braced one hand against the edge of the marble table, used his other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, and then twisted to glare at Kallias. “You were in charge of one thing,” he snapped. “All I asked was for you to bring popcorn. I open my home to you heathens—“

“Sure, because you’ve never been a poor guest,” muttered Tarquin. The young man was balancing a bowl of chips and a plate of sandwiches in his arms, a sharp contrast from the powerful figure of the recently-appointed CEO that Rhysand had been negotiating with only this morning.

“Quiet, I’m berating Queen Elsa over here.”

“If you call me that again,” hissed Kallias, “I am going to murder you in your sleep. Valar morghulis, Rhys, valar morghulis.”

“Hey, Kallias.”

The three of them twisted to watch Thesan stride into Rhysand’s kitchen. He was dressed in jeans and a maroon turtleneck and looked far more at ease, even though he hadn’t brought offerings in the form of food, as Tarquin had. No, New York City’s most prominent surgeon was holding a warm vase full of flowers that, admittedly, were gorgeous. They watched Thesan set them next to a framed picture of Rhys and his wife, Feyre, on the beach—shortly before they were chased away by Tarquin because it was “a private beach house” and they’d “set off all of the alarms” and “it is the dead of night, what the hell are you doing here anyway?”—and then turn to them. “Kal,” repeated Thesan slowly. “Maybe you should…let it go?”

Kallias threw up his hands. “You know what, the next time any of you fools want to come to my ski resorts, all of the rooms are going to be conveniently booked.”

“Damn.” Thesan pouted. “Rhys’s butt looks so cute in snow pants.”

Rhysand ground his teeth. If they hadn’t been making these nights a tradition for the past three seasons, he would have kicked them all to the curb. Even Helion, who hadn’t actually arrived yet—he was infamous for being unfashionably late—would find himself fresh out of luck when he showed up…if it weren’t for the fact that he rather treasured these nights. Feyre kissed him on the cheek—or, depending on her mood, somewhere far less chaste—and said goodbye as she sauntered out of their apartment and went to meet her sisters, Kallias’s wife, Viviane, Rhysand’s cousin, Mor, and the strange, terrifying woman who had sort of showed up in Rhysand’s life one day and didn’t seem like she wanted to go anywhere any time soon, Amren.

It had been their tradition for three years now, and it would likely continue until his favorite show ended…God forbid it be cancelled; he’d march into HBO’s studios himself and start throwing punches until he hit someone important.

Kallias had been the first to join, and then Rhysand had let it slip to Tarquin that he and Kal were watching the show together, and Tarquin had practically combusted over the phone when he’d learned his friends were fans, and they’d adopted Thesan into the group, and he’d brought Helion…and the rest was history.

“Where the hell is Helion?” complained Tarquin—the youngest of them and, usually, the most patient. Not tonight it seemed.

“Probably a strip club,” muttered Kallias. He extracted a glass from Rhysand’s cabinet—without asking of course—and then reached for a very expensive bottle of wine—again, without asking. When he’d finished pouring the wine to the brim, he strode toward the leather couch and promptly sat down. “Bring the food,” he called to Tarquin, pointing the remote at the large flatscreen that Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel had had a hell of a time bolting to the wall until Nesta had informed them they were reading the instructions upside down.

“We can give Helion another five minutes,” said Thesan mildly.

“You’re too nice.” Kallias was stretched out on the dark couch as if he owned it. Rhysand wondered if he’d be so eager to sit on it if he knew what Rhys and Feyre had been doing on it this morning. The thought made him smile a little bit as he glanced toward the many pictures that lined his wall. He and Feyre at Six Flags, he and Feyre on their wedding day, he and Feyre making snow angels at one of Kallias’ resorts. And there were others, of course—there he was standing between Cassian and Azriel, shirtless and grinning like idiots after they’d just won the state championship for their high school football team. A photo commemorating the day that Mor had taken him to the zoo and he’d made her wear a hat shaped like a hippo—it had been funny until she’d put a “Bat Hat” on him and then stuck pink fairy wings on the back of his shirt. Farther back…a black and white picture of his mother holding a small bundle in her arms…and there he was, seven years old, peeking down at his baby sister for the first time, awe and wonder in his eyes.

He bit back a frown and a shudder as the familiar wave of grief rose within him—

Someone banged on the door. “Hey! Let me in!”

Tarquin rolled his eyes. “Helion, it’s open.”

“Oh.” There was a pause, and then Helion, who was wearing purple hammer pants for reasons that Rhysand knew he would not be able to comprehend, came flying through the doorway, nearly knocking over the umbrella stand by the door. “You are never going to believe this!” shouted Helion.

“You brought popcorn?” Kallias twisted from where he was sitting on the couch and raised an eyebrow. “Like I asked you to?”

“It’s not the only thing that’s poppin.’” Helion winked and Kal rolled his eyes and turned away. He pointed finger guns at Rhys—he’d definitely come from a strip club if he was in this good of a mood. “Ray-Ban is going to be carrying my sunglasses now. They bought the design from me this afternoon.” The dark-haired entrepreneur bowed dramatically and said, “Call me a Lannister, because I am going to be stacking up that gold—“

“How about,” interrupted Tarquin loudly, “we actually watch the show before you start comparing yourself to what has to be the most corrupt family that has ever existed.”

Rhysand coughed pointedly. “What about Beron’s brood?”

Tarquin’s eyes narrowed. “As a pacifist,” he said, “I can’t say that I hope they die fiery, painful deaths. But, I wouldn’t object to them meeting my wife—“

“Daenerys is not your wife, dude.”

“She could be,” Tarquin snapped. “She would be.”

“There there,” said Helion, sidling up to the young CEO. He opened his arms. “Wanna hug it out, bro?”

“That depends, are you going to feel me up again?”

“I’m pretty sure that term only applies to chicks and no.”

“In that case…” Tarquin accepted the hug, and Helion patted his shoulder gently.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll find a dragon-queen someday. And when you can do, you can ride that—“

“And we’re done.” Tarquin pulled away and went to sit next to Kallias on the couch.

Rhysand rolled his eyes. “So you didn’t bring popcorn?” he asked Helion. “I just want to clarify that you failed to accomplish the one menial task we gave you.”

“My presence here is a gift enough,” replied Helion. He flung himself onto the couch in a  grand show that reminded Rhysand all-too much of Cassian’s lazy sprawl.

“Shut up!” screeched Thesan suddenly. He had acquired a quinoa salad from somewhere—medical school had ruined all processed foods for him, apparently—and was sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the couch, staring reverently at the TV screen before him. “It’s starting!”

Even Rhysand couldn’t hide his excitement as he rushed to the couch, grabbing a bottle of whiskey as he sped past the “special” cabinet, and took his place beside Helion. They held their breath as the channel flickered to life, and then in sync, they began to scream-sing along, “DUUUN DUUUN DUNDUNDUNDUUN DUUUN DUNDUNDUUN DUHDUH DUNDUN DUHDUH DUNDUN!”

Just as they had for three seasons, and as they would continue to do until Tyrion sat upon the Iron Throne—Rhysand’s personal hope—or Jon Snow sat upon the Iron Throne—Kallias’s personal hope—or Dany sat upon the Iron Throne—Tarquin’s not-so-personal-and-in-fact-very-public-hope. Or, knowing the show and the books, until every character they cared about was dead.

“It’s so good,” breathed Tarquin.

“These are the credits,” whispered Kallias.

“Shut the hell up,” replied Tarquin, who was staring at Emilia Clarke’s name like he was trying to figure out what font it would look best in for their wedding invitations.

“Hey, man, speaking of which—we gotta make a new rule. You cannot giggle during the sex scenes—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Tarquin, putting his hands up. “I am not twelve, it was because Helion was tickling me!”

“I knew you felt something,” hissed Helion triumphantly.

“Intercourse is a natural part of life,” offered Thesan, spooning more quinoa into his mouth. “The average male has 6.4 sexual partners throughout his lifetime—“

“That’s it?” whisper-yelled Helion.

“—and that does not include dreams about Targaryen women,” finished Thesan.

“I just want to say, so that we’re all on the same page, I am not a virgin,” said Tarquin.

“That’s what a virgin would say.” Kallias was nearly shoved off the couch by Tarquin, who looked one more comment away from snapping and giving Thesan a reason to pull out his first-aid kit.

“Shut up,” snarled Rhys. “I will not have anyone getting blood on this couch and—“

“OHMYGOD IT’S KHALEESI EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!” And just like that, Tarquin had quieted and was staring at the screen like it held the answers to life.

“Psst,” whispered Kallias. “Do you know where our wives are tonight?”

“They’re watching Magic Mike at Nesta’s.” Rhysand took a swig of whiskey, swatting away Helion’s hand when he reached for the bottle.

Thesan’s head snapped up. “What?”

“Oh my god,” said Helion. He exchanged a glance with the young surgeon. “We’re in the wrong apartment.”

“There’s plenty of male nudity in this show,” pointed out Kallias. “You can tell because Tarquin’s drooling.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“Yeah, but Khal Drogo’s gone,” complained Thesan. “And only Channing Tatum is on Jason Momoa’s level.”

“You guys, my wife just burned some asshole—“

“She’s not your wife, Tarquin.”

“She could be!”

“Shut up!” screeched Rhysand, his patience finally snapping. “Did you not see what Arya just did?”

“She’s a badass,” sighed Helion.

“Agreed.”

Arya Stark being a badass was just about the only thing they could all agree on at any given point in time.