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Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 


You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

Originally posted by daily-walkers

7 Days of Heaven (Day 7 – Yugyeom)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-Youngjae Day 6-Bambam  

Characters:  Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage (light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it

Length:  5,768 words

A/N:  OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven! It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg).  I wanted to thank each and every one of you who had consistently shown love and support for this series!  I didn’t really expect to receive this much love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!

By the way here is the final installment, I hope it is good?  And things got a bit out of hand, as always, so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!

Also, please make sure to read until the end :))))))))))))))))  That’s it, enjoooooooooy!


At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come back.  They cannot make you stop talking about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on your guest room or living room.

“_____, let’s tak-“

“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?” Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum just let out a sigh.

“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s done.”  Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the older agrees.

“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can you say about him?”  Mark asks before downing the rest of his beer.

“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn!  He is so sexy when he dances.  Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn!  It is the first time that I envied a fucking floor.  Can he hump on me like that too?  Huh???  What do you think?  That will be great, right?  Damn…” You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.

“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed, okay?  ______?”  You nodded and you barely had your eyes open when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your room.  Jaebum and Mark just sighed before cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back so that they can all go home and call this a night.


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anonymous asked:

hi mom! can you please do the apartment!au for shinee?

me back at it again with the shinee aus when will i stop

Onew

  • when someone asks him if he has kids onew is always like ,,,,,,, do i really look that old,,,,,,, and the person is like oh no!! i was just asking?? and onew has to excuse himself and sit in his apartment quietly for the next four hours lamenting over how he’s become a Dad without having any actual kids
  • calls over jonghyun to help him see if he’s got any grey hairs growing
  • tried to keep plants for a while but they all died and sat on his windowsill for a month before he remembered to throw them out
  • is pretty indifferent to how his apartment actually looks and he gets scolded by key because “hyung,,,,,your bed sheets are hot pink and your rug is mustard yellow and your pillows are zebra stripes this place is a Hot Mess”
  • onew’s most well known for being really really good at saving up money. like ,,,,,, he knows all the grocery stores that are having sales on eggs like a month in advance. the old ladies love him
  • he’s always got coupons in his wallet and coupons pinned to his fridge like you won’t catch onew paying those extra 75 cents for milk no sirie
  • and you’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks,,,,,,where the hell your sunday coupons have been going. someone always delivers a flyer of a bunch of them over the weekend but you haven’t gotten any???? and it’s so weird
  • but one day as you’re leaving early to get some laundry done you open your door and there’s your neighbor onew,,,,,,in his hands,,,,,,,,your coupon flyer
  • and you’re like “THIEF”
  • and onew is like “wAIT ,,,,, I CAN EXPLAIN”
  • and you’re like “four weeks of coupons. you owe me FOUR. WEEKS. OF. COUPONS.”
  • and onew is like,,,,,,,,,fine ill give you all the coupons i have right now to make up for it and you’re like pfft how much is that like five??
  • but he legitamtely pulls out a wad of coupons that looks like a wad of cash and you’re like holy shit there’s like fifty in here and onew is like “im the King of getting thos Good Deals”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god but also you’re interested,,,,,like how does one become the king of good deals
  • and onew is like “it all begins with a zen body and a zen soul,,,,,and then you think about how money rules everything and if you can get bread ten cents cheaper today that ten cents can save you tomorrow”
  • and you’re looking at him like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,why am i so attracted to you right now
  • and onew is like “oh it’s because im also handsome” and you’re like good point
  • and he’s like “ill take you out sometime when i get enough coupons to get us two free dinners at the kfc down the street”

Jonghyun

  • you know those neighbors who decorate their door for every holiday even if they don’t celebrate that holiday. that’s jonghyun. 
  • like jonghyun you’re not irish why is your door covered in green banners and glitter and pots of gold and a life size cutout of a leprechaun,,,,,,,st.patricks day isn’t even that popular in korea
  • but also like jonghyun is really hard not to like because he’s got a glowing personality that’s so upbeat and open minded ,,,,,,,well then there’s probably some Sad Salty people who wouldn’t like it
  • but you know,,,,,, he’s cute if he sees the grandma’s outside practicing their morning yoga he’s like “doing great ladies~” and he like ruffles kids hair or gives them snacks that he’s bring back home
  • like he’s a cheerful guy and his apartment is obviously that of a laidback person because he’s got blankets like everywhere and half-eaten bowls of cereal on the floor next to magazines thrown haphazardly here and there
  • but like if anyone has any complaints he’s like “hey, my kitchen has a vase with a flower in it that isn’t dead. that’s all the aesthetic i need”
  • mostly he uses his bedroom as a practice studio and sometimes he gets too loud but if anything people like his voice too much to tell him to stop
  • and you know jonghyun because of a tiny little,,,,,,,,,,,ok very big,,,,,feud you’ve both had going on when it comes to new years decorations
  • like every year you see jonghyun go all out and finally you were like, you know what, i wanna do that too
  • and so you ended up buying a wreath slightly bigger than his and getting lights on your door and jonghyun,,,,,,,,,,,well jonghyun decided this was a battle now
  • and so every time new year comes around everyone is like whoose door is gonna be prettier yours or jonghyuns???? 
  • and this year jonghyun even paid onew fifty bucks to stand infront of his door dressed as a snowman for added Effect
  • but you know onew so all it took was some food and onew betrayed jonghyun in a heartbeat and jonghyun,,,,,well jonghyun ends up pounding on your door and he’s like “that’s against the rules you can’t BRIBE my decorations,,,,”
  • and you’re like “there are no rules jonghyun also did you just call onew a ‘decoration’??” and jonghyun is like NOT THE POINT why are you trying so hard to beat me
  • and you’re like im not,,,,,,i jsut want a pretty door and he’s like HEY don’t play innocent and you’re like hmm,,,,idk what you’re talking about,,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “you took away my snowman, now i can take something of yours away!” and he reaches out to take off your wreath but then he’s like “wait. is this made of mistletoe?”
  • and you’re like “yeah wh- oh wait” and jonghyun’s hand is already lifting and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,we’re under the mistletoe wreath,,,,,,” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but we’re enemies”
  • and jonghyun is like “in the end you’re the cutest neighbor ive ever head and we can keep being enemies but like why not kiss and see where that takes us?”
  • and you’re like oh my god how did he transition from being pissed at me to flirting with me so naturally
  • but you’re like you know,,,,whatever jonghyun IS pretty cute himself so you lean up and jonghyun uses his free hand to cup your cheek
  • and when you pull back you’re like “so? we’re still enemies?”
  • and jonghyun is like “well,,,,,,,,,how about this you give me another kiss and i take this wreath and we’ll call it even. maybe we’ll even call it,,,,, are you free this weekend for a date?” 

Key

  • put his dogs names up next to his on his nameplate outside his apartment 
  • more pet furniture than people furniture,,,,,,closet bigger than my hopes and dreams,,,,,,a stock of different wines in the refrigerator as well as an assortment of cheeses and grapes
  • is the only member of his group to have actually purchased wine glasses to drink wine. onew drinks it out of a mug, jonghyun broke all his glasses, minho drinks from the bottle and taemin is banned from wine. and anything that isn’t really lite beer
  • everyone who owns a dog in the building admires key because holy moly,,,,,he keeps them so well cleaned and they’re so well mannered and key is like “Yes, these are my Children”
  • a really good neighbor because for the most part he just locks himself in his room and watches dramas while shit talking them over the phone with friends
  • and when he does have people over it’s like,,,,,it’s never loud or crazy they all just sit in a circle and discuss the Drama while looking at fashion magazines or doing face masks like how,,,,,,ideal
  • speaking of Drama key lives for the building drama like omg what did miss kim do with the other miss kim’s husband last weekend WOAH do tell
  • you know key because out of everyone on your floor you,,,,,literally have never gotten into a fight with anyone or started anything and key is just like ,,,,,,,whenever he sees you he’s like how can a person be so lowkey 
  • and key is sure you’re hiding something so one afternoon you hear a knock on your door and there’s key,,,,,,,,holding a bottle of what you presume is like champagne and he’s like “we haven’t properly got to know each other so i came over to offer you a drink ^^” and you’re like o,,,oh sure come in
  • and key is like looking around and you’re like oh no is he judging me??? but in reality he’s just trying to see if there’s anything weird about you or like,,,,,,,,if there’s anything that gives away a secret
  • but you moved in only a couple of months ago so you haven’t done much with decorating
  • and you like take the bottle of champagne but you can’t open it no matter how hard you try and key chuckles because,,,,how cute and opens it with like a flick of his wrist
  • and you two sit,,,,,,at first in awkward silence as key swivels the glass around in his hand and you’re taking nervous sips trying to think of small talk
  • and key finally is like “tell me the truth: you’re actually a royal in hiding?” and you’re like fhljsasfd what???? and key sits back and is like “there has to be something about you,,,,,,,,something about you that you want no one to know since you have become close to anyone else out of your neighbors”
  • and you’re like????? i mean not really im just a busy ,,,,,,person???/
  • and key is like hmmmmm and you’re like “i,,,,,uh,,,,,,really hated this recent drama” and key perks up and is like “oh - why?” and i guess you just get super heated about this drama
  • because you end up talking for a while about how bad the plot is and how the actors could have been put in another better work and key is like “fINALLY, someone unDERSTANDS ME”
  • and you two both just go off about how you hated the main antagonist and for all the wrong reasons and how the main girl was such a mary sue and blah blah blah
  • you guys end up talking for like four freakin hours until key is like “i need to go and feed the kids!!” and you’re like kids?? wait oh dogs
  • and key is like “i thought you were gonna turn out to be some kind of freaky bug collector or something,,,,,,but you’re really cool and we should totally meet up and watch that other drama coming out so we can talk about how it’s definitely going to be a horrible nightmare”
  • and you’re like ok????/ at the bug collector thing but ok!!!!! and meeting up
  • and key smiles and he’s like “also, you look cuter with your hair down like this. really casual and nice. keep it like that more often” and then he’s gone and you’re left with a pounding heart a bit and half a bottle of champagne 

Minho

  • more gym equipment then necessary in his apartment,,,,,used those display cabinets that usually house like silverware to display all his signed soccer balls
  • has a ps4 but only to play one game: fifa
  • to put it bluntly his place looks like a ‘bachelors pad’ but at least it isn’t as messy as jonghyuns (or as hoarded up as taemins)
  • and for the most part minho is really liked by the neighbors because he actually takes the time to recycle and he’s nice enough to volunteer his time to help with morning exercise for the elderly if he can
  • but also minho please stop wearing a headband to bed,,,,,,no one does that,,,,,,,,, please
  • has the habit of putting the tv volume all the way up during a game and sometimes also yelling even louder than that tv and he’s had some noise complaints made about him,,,,,,im not going to lie
  • but he’s just a passionate boy who really loves sports and has a good heart like he calls his mom every chance he gets and gives some of his money to charities to help fund more afterschool sports clubs for kids like,,,,,,,a sweetheart
  • and you’ve been friends for a good while. sometimes you’ll come over and watch the games with minho and his friends and yes there are times when you’re there for the actual game. other times it’s because he orders an insane amount of pizza and you’re all about that
  • but also like,,,,,,,,,,for as long as you’ve known him,,,,you’ve always found minho like really super cute,,,,,,,
  • so seeing his concentrated face on the game, handsome features like a strong jaw and soft brown eyes like,,,,,,,you don’t mind coming over for the View
  • but as always,,,,,you somehow end up embarrassing yourself in front of the people you like
  • and it’s the most embarrassing when you lock yourself out of your apartment and knock on minho’s and he’s like “what’s up?? why do you look so down??” and you’re like “minho,,,,,,,we have a problem”
  • and when you purpose the idea of opening his window so you can climb out of it and try and stretch your leg out to the ledge of your own apartments balcony
  • minho is like,,,,,,,, “we’re five floors up though,,,,,,” and you’re like pfft that’s nothing ILL BE FINE
  • but then you two open the window and you look down and you’re like ok frick no i wont be fine
  • and minho is like “hey, you can spend the night here and in the morning get the landlord to unlock your door” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,spend,,,,,the night,,,,,,,
  • and minho grins and is like “ill take the couch, you can have my bed!” and you’re like oh my god,,,,and he’s like “here you can borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in since you don’t want to sleep in what you wore outside” 
  • and you’re like,,,,,this feels very,,,,,,intimate
  • and when you change into the oversized jersey you’re like,,shyly coming out and minho is on the couch and when he looks up like not even he can hide his obvious stare
  • and you’re like WELL ILL JUST ,,,,,,,,, go to sleep and he’s like “it’s 8pm though” and you’re like Right,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you sit down beside him on the couch and it’s a little (a lot) awkward but then minho is like “how about i teach you to play FIFA?” 
  • and you agree and before you know it you’ve got your hands on the controller and minho is cheering you on and you’re like i SUCK but he’s like you’re doing great!!!!
  • and once you get your first goal minho like pulls you into a hug and you snuggle your face into his chest
  • bUT THEN YOU’RE BOTH LIKE OH SHIT IM SORRY!!! And let go and it’s like you’re both blushy and like ok someone cut the tension with a knife just tell each other you like each other and makeout let’s gooooo 

Taemin 

  • described as “interesting” by most of the people in the building 
  • has no sense of like,,,,,,throwing things out like he’s very much a hoarder and likes to collect trinkets and things he finds amusing but then forgets about in like 10 minutes but like now it’s here,,,,taking up shelf space
  • you know when people are like “i just picked this up off the floor and wore it” like taemin does that but he literally does that like ,,,, it’s not like he pulls things out of his closet it’s like “oh! there’s a shirt on the kitchen counter and some pants hanging off the bathroom wall,,,,,,,ok good outfit”
  • but he also has some kind of cute, nostalgic things in his apartment like pressed flowers he’s hung in frames and pictures of him and his friends when he was really young
  • and he never bothers anyone, sure he can come off a little,,,,,,eccentric with mostly black and white wardrobe, multiple piercings, and like,,,,,long skinny body
  • but like,,,,,he’s sweet also the neighborhood stray animals are attracted to him like a magnet. they’ll follow him home and he always has to carry them back out onto the sidewalk with a really sad face
  • and your window is right across from taemins,,,,,like you’re neighbors but in different buildings but you also see him around the neighborhood a lot
  • and you’re like well one day you notice that when you look out of your window at like 3 am because you’re up doing work you see the lights on in taemin’s living room and then you see him?????????
  • dancing????????
  • to like???? a song from the 70s???? and then straight up like trot music and you don’t mean to be Weird and stare but there he is sliding around his living room dancing
  • and you think it’s endearing because tbh you have your own Weird quirks about you that you’ll do when no ones watching like everyone does it
  • but it’s cute and nice to know that there are other people out there who dance to old music at 3 am
  • and maybe it’s because of taemin or maybe because you always wanted to do it you turn on this popular idol groups song at like 3 am one day and decide you’re gonna teach yourself some moves
  • and you’re trying to get into it, really just giving up on actual dance steps and just like dancing around your house being weird and like serenading your pillow
  • and when you do a twirl you look over and you swear you see taemin’s lights on as well
  • and you’re like dhkgjf i need to stop before he,,,,,,sees me like i saw him
  • but the next morning as you’re at the bus stop you notice taemin is there too and he’s ???? walking over to you???//
  • and you don’t talk much but he’s like hey!! and you’re like hi?? and he’s like “so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you dance at random times at night too?”
  • and you turn cherry red because oH GOD HE,,,,saw you
  • but taemin is just grinning and he’s like “it’s fun right? i bet a lot of people do it but it’s cool that we’re neighbors that both do it - that way we probably don’t bother each other!!”
  • and you swallow but you’re embarrassed and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t believe you saw that,,,,,,” and taemin just gives you a shocked expression and he’s like 
  • “don’t be so flustered, it’s cool!!!!!! we should have a dance-over one day”
  • and you’re like a dance-over?? and taemin’s grinning again and he’s like yeah! it’s a sleep-over but instead of sleep we dance!!!!1
  • and you’re like huh omg that sounds fun and he’s like it is here, take my number
  • and he pulls a pen from his bag and flips your hand over to scribble down numbers on your palm and you’re like hehe because it tickles
  • but the bus is coming and taemin is like i gtg, but text me!!!!! and he gives you another smile
  • this one that makes you realize that up close,,,,,,taemin is so damn cute and now you have his number like,,,,,,,,,,,,way to GO and it’s all thanks to you two being big dorks who love to get jiggy with it at night LOL 

anonymous asked:

i see a lot of people saying joaquim and lauren saying theyre fighting for lgbt rep means theyre fighting for it in the show, but couldn't it also mean they have awesome examples in the show, and that means they're doing their part in fighting on behalf of the lgbt people by giving us such good rep? or maybe its the other option and were screwed

alright, i watched the panel (or, well, i watched the part where they got asked the question about this bc i don’t have the time or the patience to watch the whole thing rn) and here’s the link to it, the question gets asked around the 32:47 mark. here’s the transcript (with a few things added by me that i picked up on) 

Fan Question: I know you can’t go into any specifics, or name any characters, but I was wondering if we will be seeing any LGBT representation in the Voltron universe before the show ends?

[they pause for awhile and i think that’s because they’re thinking about how to answer. to me, it looks like they’re—specifically lauren—trying to figure out how to answer this because it’s an obvious SPOILER TERRITORY question… they can’t say too much and they can’t say too little. they don’t want to say no comment or anything like that because, at this point, that’d be a clear indicator that we’re getting LGBT rep. some of y’all really need to realize this stuff before asking spoiler territory questions tbh? whether we like it or not, that would be a big spoiler, especially to them… because they want to tell their story, they don’t want to give it away.]

Joaquim: Lauren?

Kimberly: Ah, that’s such a good question.

Joaquim: That’s a really good question.

Kimberly: How can we… [she doesn’t continue but i think she was going to say something like “how can we answer this?” because like i said, it’s spoiler territory. idk what else she would have said other than that?]

Lauren: I think—You know, I think it’s something that is super important to us.

Joaquim: It’s very important to us. Um, you know, obviously I think what’s great about our community is that, you can pretty much tell whatever story you want to tell and put whatever you want to see into these characters. And just know that, from our perspective, we’re fighting to create as open and as broad a spectrum of characters as we can. So, um, yea. We—

Lauren: We can’t give you any definite answers, but we are super—

Joaquim: We are advocates, and we are fighting for as open and as broad a spectrum of characters as we can create.

alright. i don’t see why the shit people are flipping ass abt this? this was great? this was really great? so, my thoughts: FIRST, try to put yourself in lauren and joaquim’s shoes in this moment. please realize that if they outright said YES or anything, all of us in the fandom would know who they mean: lance, for sure, and like i said in this post (which i think u should read if u haven’t already, along with the post i link in it discussing when lauren said “herself” when talking abt lance’s love interest), he’s going to end up with someone and the only two people it could possibly/reasonably be at this point are allura and keith. i used the process of elimination by taking all the info i know to logically figure out who lance could end up with, and it’s not allura. here’s an excerpt from the post:

if lance ended up with allura, it would not be “a place different than where he started in the series,” because that’s deadass what he wanted at the beginning, it’s exactly what he wanted… they said a good relationship for lance would be what he NEEDED, not what he thought he WANTED.

so, if they HAD said “ah yes, there’s going to be LGBT rep”, anyone who sits down and thinks logically about everything would fucking know that it’s going to be lance who is LGBT, definitely… because lauren DREW HIM HOLDING AN LGBT SIGN WHILE KEITH HELD THE RACE SIGN AND PIDGE HELD THE GENDER SIGN (i.e., signs that have something to do with their character and their storylines), and in turn, this would also spoil klance… because like my post concluded, keith is the only person who fits being lance’s love interest to a T.

they watch what they say, they deal with questions they can’t answer all the time. they work in media and they’re good at hiding things and not spoiling things unless they want to. this + a bunch of other shit that’s been said/is in the show, heavily supports LGBT content in VLD. also, since this bothers me: even if we somehow don’t get klance (i’m still 14857345% sure on it btw, not doubting here), LGBT characters can still exist. they don’t need to be with someone to be LGBT. it’s fucking annoying when people in the fandom act like someone needs to be paired up with someone else in order to be LGBT. obviously, i think klance is going to happen because lance IS going to end up with someone and keith is the only one who fits.

as for this: “Um, you know, obviously I think what’s great about our community is that, you can pretty much tell whatever story you want to tell and put whatever you want to see into these characters. And just know that, from our perspective, we’re fighting to create as open and as broad a spectrum of characters as we can.” idk why everyone is jumping to the conclusion that they MUST be fighting with dreamworks for the opportunity to include LGBT content because:

1) jeremy shada said “i can’t say but don’t worry, you’ll be happy” about LGBT rep in VLD. he wouldn’t have said that if they were fighting for the chance to include rep. they wouldn’t have let him say that. and by saying that, he obviously already knows there’s LGBT rep + tim hedrick, writer on VLD, said “no comment” when asked about LGBT content in VLD. as i said, saying “no comment” is a clear indicator that there’s going to be because it’s what people say when they don’t want to spoil things, even though that alone just spoils things. tim worked on TLOK, he wouldn’t be saying no comment if we weren’t getting rep, because he knows that that comment alone, is going to get people’s hopes up. i’m pretty sure he’s also the one that said asami is korra’s heart. he’s not gonna fuck with us, they all know a lot of VLD fans came from TLOK and a lot of them are LGBT. lauren has also said they are not baiting. this story has been in the works before the first season even aired, they are way ahead of us with where they’re at.

2) the bi flag colors AND the gay flag colors are used in s1ep6 and s3ep3, which are both klance heavy episodes. that’s not a coincidence. it’s not reaching. color symbolism IS a thing in all types of media, including animation, evidenced by the fact that the bi flag colors were in the finale of TLOK… which just so happens to have been animated by the same studio animating VLD, studio mir. lauren and joaquim work WITH them on this stuff, they don’t just put it in for shits and giggles jfc. same goes for all the fond looks between keith and lance. lauren herself literally said expressions are important.

3) it’s very possible that they worded it this way to intentionally throw us off or smth because they’ve definitely done it with other stuff. they could be making it seem like they’re fighting for the chance to include LGBT characters because they don’t want to give away that there already ARE LGBT characters. i know, it sucks that this stuff is treated as a spoiler, but if it’s going to play such a huge part in the storyline of a character… it IS a spoiler for the show. lance’s sexuality is going to be a big part of his storyline, this is supported by the fact that pidge’s sign and keith’s sign both played a big role in their storylines, and it’s supported by other stuff i’ve discussed before. as i said, confirming that there’s LGBT rep would also spoil the endgame couple. they just want to let their story unfold without giving away big parts of it. “fighting” could also have nothing to do with literally fighting dreamworks to include rep in the first place but rather, like this anon said, it could mean they have LGBT characters/content in the show, which means they’re doing their part in fighting on behalf of the LGBT community by giving us such good rep. joaquim said, “i think what’s great about our community is that you can pretty much tell whatever story you want to tell and put whatever you want to see into these characters.” this doesn’t make it seem like they’re in a war with dreamworks or anyone over including LGBT content. we know netflix is fine with it, so we don’t have to worry about that, and we have this:

this also doesn’t make it seem like including LGBT content will be denied by dreamworks, it seems more like they already know they can include it.

the way they answered this question honestly just came across—to me—as them trying not to spoil anything that’s to come in regards to LGBT rep. they were vague and cryptic yet again. lauren also says they can’t give “definite answers”. they can’t give answers that aren’t vague or unambiguous about this stuff because. they. don’t. want. to. spoil. anything. that’s just my two cents.

It All Comes Down To You (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x reader / Avengers x reader Two Part Series - Part 1 Part 2

When the love of your life suddenly dies in your arms, you don’t think of having children anytime soon. But in your case, the universe (or rather your uterus) decided for you. [~3400 words]

warnings: S A D N E S S, angst, major character death, mentions of blood and violence, pregnancy, language, friendship-fluff (platonic fluff maybe? idk)

A/N: I guess my hiatus is over then (if anyone even noticed it haha). enjoy, though! feedback is always appreciated

Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

“BUCKY!” As fast as your legs would carry you, you ran towards where you had heard the gunshots. You didn’t care that you could be hit by a bullet as well, your eyes were solely on him.

Ignoring the shouts and orders coming through the intercom, you knelt next to him. Instantly, your hands pressed down on the wound as hard as possible. “It’s gonna be fine,” you said but Bucky’s eyes were already closed.

“You listening to me, love?” There was no answer. “Bucky?!” The panic was evident in your voice. Seemingly startled, his eyelids slowly fluttered open.

“Y/N.” Bucky forced a smile for you but he couldn’t fight off the drowsiness and how foggy everything suddenly felt. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”

You shook your head furiously, partly to shake off the tears that clouded your vision and partly because you needed him to know that you would never, ever forget him. “I love you, too. So much.”

“Y/N?” This time, it was Clint who called your name through the intercom. “Where are you?”

“Bucky is down. He got hit.”

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fireworks and fury | shawn mendes

AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART THREE

MY MASTERLIST

I’d highly recommend that you read freshman year: “poems i would write you” and sophomore year: “dancing in a snow globe” before you dig into this, or you’ll be hella lost.

word count: 13,654 (am i sorry about this? not really. i made cuts, i swear!)

author’s note: happy birthday, shawn. my present to the fandom is this steaming pot of angst. this takes place during junior year, but it starts second semester, so there’s been an entire year between where the sophomore year installment left off and now. yikes. this is also decidedly less college-y than the past two, but i think that’s alright. title from “dents” by the acorn. enjoy xo


Your name: submit What is this?

i.

Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.”

That was as far as you had gotten before pausing the voicemail.

You had received it a week ago during your first class of the semester, and had almost dropped your phone when you saw his contact name. Dana had noticed your weird behavior and inquired about it, but you shrugged off her concern. You weren’t sure why you lied to her at the time, but something about getting a message from him seemed secret, scandalous. It was better to keep it to yourself.

You had forced yourself to open it later that night, alone in your room. You heard that first few seconds - “Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.” - and then a sound like he was adjusting the phone, but you pushed the home button so fast after that you didn’t hear any more. It was too much, you decided, and far too soon. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it again, and so it remained in your messages, like a secret weight on your shoulders.

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missing you - tom holland imagine #4

Originally posted by spiderholland

about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises. 


Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!


-


The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.

“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.

“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.

Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.

And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.

“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.

“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.

“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”

You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.

This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.

It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.

“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.

The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.

Your phone beeped once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.

You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.

It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.

A text came in. You peeked.

Tom x : babe, what’s up? u  just hung up?

10. 50 pm

Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.

10. 52 pm

Tom x : why did u decline the call?

10. 58 pm

Tom x : did i do something wrong?

11. 05 pm

You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.

Me : idk ask zendaya lmao

Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.

Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.

Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?

11.08 pm

Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.

11.09 pm

Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.

11.11 pm

 

Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx

11.13 pm

You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.

His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.

His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.

Probably for my reply, you thought.

When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.

Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx

11.25 pm

“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.

He picked it up immediately after the third ring.

“Hello?” he said quickly.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.

“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”

“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”

You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.

Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.

Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.

You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.

You missed him so much.

And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.

-

The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.

There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.

You missed him too much.

Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.

Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.

You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.

Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛

7.30 am

Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.

7.45 am

Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry

8.30 am

Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE

8.35 am

Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel

8.36 am

Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me

8.38 am

Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you

9.00 am

Tom x : i jusT PUKED  I WISH YORE HERE Y/N YOU MAKe me FEEL BETTER

9.28 am

Tom x : I MISS YOUUUY

9.35 am

You stared at the screen, taking it all in.

Tom got drunk last night.

Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.

Instead, this was from Harrison.

Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there’s nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would’ve told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.

You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.

It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.

You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x

what you need

allura rejecting lance and pidge comforting him.

_____

“You are important to me, Lance. Maybe not in a romantic way but as a good friend, as family. I hope that’s enough.”

Sadly, no, it’s not. The red paladin thought, sitting in the lounge, as Allura’s words repeated over and over in his mind.

Lance finally got rejected.

It wasn’t like he was expecting it, he just knew in the back of his mind that there was no more than a 10% chance that the princess of Altea would be interested in him. Yet it was hard to admit this to himself so he just ignored the thought and continued to try and flirt with her every two seconds.

Yes, she wasn’t the first girl who rejected him, but this was Allura. Someone who knew him well as he knew her. Someone who he bonded with and really liked. Getting rejected by Allura, for Lance, meant that even though she knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t just the goofball who flirted with every human shaped creature he sees, she still couldn’t like him back, no matter how hard he tried. Was he not likable? It wasn’t even just about Allura anymore. It was about how this rejection contributed to his already low self esteem.

“Lance?”

His thoughts was interrupted by a familiar voice. By now he knew his teammates and their voices very well that he didn’t even need to turn around to know it was her.

“I uh… heard what happened.” Pidge said.

“And you’re to here to tease me, aren’t you?”

The green paladin then sat beside him as she simply answered. “Nope.”

“Well then, since you’re here, do you mind answering a few questions? I want you to be really honest.” Not that she wasn’t brutally honest already anyway.

“Okay?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Why do you think Allura doesn’t like me?–”

“Because you’re annoying–”

“Let me finish. As I was saying, am I not likable? Is it because I have the loverboy aura? I mean I may flirt with a lot of people but trust me all I ever wanted was Allura. I thought we were soulmates.”

There was that familiar pain in her chest again.

The room was filled with nothing but silence after that. Pidge might be the most straightforward and honest person in the castle but she wasn’t the best at giving advice.

Especially when she herself was experiencing rejection in the most indirect yet painful way. Seeing the person she liked so broken because of the person he liked was torture.

But it wasn’t about her. It was about him, Lance.

She must had been quiet for longer than she should for concern was obvious in his tone when he called. “Pidge?”

She took a deep breath before speaking. “Whenever me and Matt would ask for something silly, our mom would always tell us, sometimes what you want isn’t exactly what you need.” She finally looked at him, her eyes meeting his blue ones. “Don’t you think that applies to soulmates and all that romance stuff too?”

Lance only blinked at her, a somehow invitation for her to elaborate.

“To put it simply, as much as you want her to be, maybe Allura just isn’t the one or your soulmate? or whatever you wanna call it. I don’t know much about soulmates but I do know that they’re supposed to be your other half. Meaning, they’re the one who’s going to complete you. They have everything you lack and everything you need. Someday you’re gonna meet them and they will fall in love with you, cause I hate to admit this but you’re not unlikable, Lance.”

Lance’s mouth hanged open in disbelief. It was like the world turned upside down. Pidge was giving him actual advice, a pretty good one too. It took a moment for him to finally close it and spoke. “You… you really think that?”

The soft look on his face made everything sink in. Oh my, she actually said that. He wasn’t unlikable? What was she thinking? It was basically an indirect confession! She felt her face heating up, making her nervous for she knew her face was a blushing mess.

“Y-Yeah. You may be annoying as heck but you’re also very fun to be with. You’re kind, selfless, you always know what to say, even if sometimes you would say something completely random, it’d still be helpful. You’re a great sharpshooter and a very important part of this team. You know how to cheer people up, I know because you were the only one who could make me laugh when we were at the Garrison, when I was at my lowest. You’re very much likable and I’m probably rambling now aren’t I?”

“You are.” Lance chuckled and smiled fondly, his heart racing at her words. “But thanks, Pidge.”

Title: Doubt
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,220
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Assumptions of infidelity, a bit of self-deprecation
Notes: Request from @multipotens for “idk if I already sent you this (if I did oops) but could you maybe write a Kurt X reader where he’s jealous of warren cause the reader and him are best friends (both the badass leather jacket people at Xavier’s) and when people hear that Kurt is crying in his room the reader comforts him and flufffff? ugh nervous and insecure Kurt is my life! thank you so so much I love ur account!!!!” // Thank you!!

Originally posted by claracivry

When you know someone extremely well, it’s easy to tell when something is bothering them. They may never intentionally give any indication that something’s wrong, but nevertheless, you can still tell. And that was how you knew that something was up with Kurt.

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Ashamed (Wonho x Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request: “Can I request an imagine where reader finds out about Wonho’s tattoos and nipple piercing? It’s weird, I know. – thatweirdoshusukamora
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Wonho x Reader
Genre: Honestly idek, it’s fluff I guess with a wee mention of smut
Warnings: Language (like once)
Words: 1.5k
Authors note: Baby it ain’t weird! I love that idea because I myself am not a child of god so I’ve loads of tattoos and *cough*nipple*cough* piercings and like 100 other piercings so THIS IS RELATABLE cuz some people could be like tf is that. This is a cute fun request so don’t be sayin’ it’s weird cuz it ain’t ily.
*YFN = Your Friends Name

           The sixth date hasn’t ended up like you wanted it to, he once again drove you home and left in a hurry. It’s been six dates already and you hang out together all the time, you’ve been seeing him for two months now but the progress seems to be stuck in one phase. You want something else but you don’t want to rush him either, maybe he’s just not into having sex, maybe he’s just taking his time, that seems like a good enough reason to distract you from the other thoughts that are seeping out of that dark place in your mind, you tried your hardest not to let the destroying thoughts like “you’re not good enough”, “he doesn’t want you”, “why would he have sex with you” surface and affect your relationship with Wonho.

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Well This Is Awkward Part 2 (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

A/N: Just a reminder that REQUESTS ARE OPEN. They will be completed based on how inspired I am to write about them…. Anyways, sorry I didn’t get this up last week! I was really busy. Also, this series is set around the events of Captain America: Civil War (and in the future, will incorporate the events in Spider-Man: Homecoming). If you don’t want spoilers, please do not read this unless you have seen the movies (or don’t care lol).

Summary: The reader re-unites with someone they never thought they’d see again.

Word Count: 1,866.

Warnings: Le teen angst. Awkward encounters. Captain America: Civil War spoilers? Idk it’s set during this time.

Originally posted by mostlycap

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four

Masterlist | Prompts | Let’s Talk/ Send a Request | Request/Taglist/Share

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Coward (Reggie Mantle)


Hey I loved your Archie smut can you do something where Reggie likes you and everyone can tell including you but hes kinda scared because youre a big deal in school? idk if that makes sense but would be so good if you could write it. smut or not im sure it wil be amazing thanks!x

Warnings:smutty mcsmut smut,swearing and just dirty minds all round

requested

valentines day. Or dick day, Veronica liked call it, was the one day you kinda hated. Everyone in school would go all cliche and sickly sweet wanting to feel special or loved by a guy for the day, and honestly you kinda didn’t get the hype. You wasnt exactly the romantic type, not being able to hold down a relationship since your spring break romances shanangians so you wasnt really feeling the love in the air- well until you and the gang got invited to a valentines house party.


“I mean yes you dont need dick to have a good time there but” she trailed off “This is Reggie Mantle we’re talking about.” 

“well if he doesnt want to ask me out, i guess he isnt getting any that night.” you shrugged walking off to your next class. you sat in your usual seat to see a note on your desk. you rolled your eyes wondering what pathetic shit someone had said now.

better be ready for reggies the dick tomorrow night. 

you rolled your eyes at the pursposfully scribbed out reggie but couldnt hep but blush at the fact he couldnt speak to you. you found it cute. you turned to see a crude smirk on Chucks face, simply wriggling his brows as you figited with the note in your hand. 

“ if hes gonna dick me down, he should have the decency to say hello and get me a drink first.” you commented bitting the corner of your lip trying to stop yourself from smiling 

“is that a smile from miss l/n?” Chuck laughed. “ we shit if reg knew you liked him back like he liked you maybe he would have got laid a long time ago.

your expression droppped at his response, throwing a pencil at his head. 



You heard the music blaring from the huge house as you stood admiring the place. It wasnt the first time going to Chucks house for parties but you honestly couldn’t remember anything 10 minutes of being there. You walked in to see your friends enjoying themselves at the rave; music blaring, drinks flowing uncontrollably, girls and guys making out and the odd guy passed out on the floor. Everything you remembered before getting shit faced drunk. You ran over into Veronica and Betty’s arms as they handed you shots, letting the night commence .

You stumbled to the bathroom 6 round of tequila shots and a bottle of vodka later placing your cup of water (doubtful) on the side as you sorted out your outfit, pulling at your dress and putting the strands of hair back in place as you swayed to the music. Finally ready to get back to your friends you had Reggie, also a little drunk stumble into the bathroom locking the door behind him. His eyes were roaming your body, mind undressing you right in front of you and thats when you hesitated for a moment, realising that he was here for one reason and that he wasnt going to pass. you bit your lip, suddeny craving Reggie more then you had ever really realised. without thinking you crashed your lips into his, allowing access immediety, hugrly wanting his kiss. your tongues moved in motion, his hands moving further up your thigh causing you to moan. you was under a trance by Reggies touch and you wanted more, your breathing began to deepen as you felt his fingers tease you as he had easy access. the sheer pleasure was electrifying, his fingers now inside you, his lips planting hard kissing on your neck with the music base pounding through you (which wasnt the only thing that wanted to pound you) you pulled at his belt buckle wanting him more then you had ever realised, more then you ever knew. Reggie was too entranced to even realise what you wanted- you pulled away, looking him his eyes, eyes full of lust. He let out a rough “Fuck” and instantly took off his belt. He picked you up and sat you on the sink, your skin shivering as it hit the cold tiles. You closed your eyes trying to patiently wait for him to get a condom on so you could be fucked by Reggie but honestly you couldn’t wait. “Just fuck me already” you cried as you felt your body feel more and more distressed without his touch. You felt him tease you for a second but you knew it was too much, even for Reggie to wait, he was inside you instantly, making your whole body tingle as he quickened his pace as you tightened your thighs around him. You needed to catch your breath as you tried to silently let out the moans you wanted to scream. The moments of bliss and sheer pleasure was uncontrollably amazing and you knew you was about to reach your climax. You clung onto Reggies neck as your head flung back as he thrusted himself into you the last time as you both came.You fluttered your eyes open and saw Reggie face millimetres from yours, smile on his face. “I’m no coward babe” he whispered making you smile You pulled your dress down and quickly straightened your hair back with your hands and Reggie pulled up his jeans and grabbed his belt leaving the bathroom, you following as though nothing happened to see the four of your friends stood there, smirks plastered on their faces. “That’s the dick glow” V smirked cocking a brow “He definitely took her for a ride” Jug murmured making the other three burst into laughter as you pursed your lips pushing Jughead to shut up, but he was right, Reggie definitely did.

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anon requested : Heya I love your writing! Could I ask for a Kyungsoo smut with an age gap and rly socially frowned upon? like maybe he has a youth-related Jon and definitely should not be sticking his dick in a teenager but that particular one is just too much to resist? idk girl I just live for that kinda thing. Please and thanks xoxo

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genre : big big age gap, smut (second part), soft kyungsoo, rough kyungsoo, a lot of kyungsoo

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| 2nd Part

You try to loosen your best friend’s grip on your arm as you protest, not wanting to walk. But Sehun was just too strong and you couldn’t do anything to save yourself.

“Sehun! For God’s sake I don’t need a psychologist!” You say, pointing your feet and making resistance. You weren’t a psycho, just a little impulsive.

“Y/N you can’t just beat up people out of the blue, besides the school psychologist is waiting for you and if you don’t enter that room, the principal is going to be pissed and bye bye to Y/N.” he says calmly. His hand is securely wrapped around your right arm and you’re sure there’s gonna be a bruise tomorrow in the shape of his fingers.
Sehun was the typical introvert, shy guy with the girl best friend who’s popular for getting into fights. Your life seems like a movie, everything resembles a teenage kind of film, even the group of people staring at you yelling at the tall boy.

“I did it to protect you!” You scream at the top of your lungs. But what you said was sadly true, your school wasn’t certainly full of open minded people, it was rather lacking of them. And you needed to protect Sehun from insults and mocking all the time because people couldn’t accept that he liked boys. You got into fights often because you couldn’t stand people judging your best friend for loving who he loved.

“I don’t need protection from them Y/N, how many times do i have to repeat that? I don’t care about what they say, and you should do the same too!” He answers, stopping himself in front of  the psychologist’s door. You look at him with watery eyes, you know it’s not easy.

“But doesn’t it hurt?” You whisper opening the door.

“I got used to it, now talk with Mr.Do, you’ll feel better.” he says before pushing you inside the room and closing the door. Now there was no turning back. During your hear of high school you always tried to avoid the school’s psychologist, he had a bad reputation. For being a person that should help you and make you feel at ease he had pretty icy eyes which made their way through your soul. And if he managed to scare you with his glare, at the moment you heard his voice you’d want to bury yourself alive. It was told that Mr.Do had a really smooth voice, deep and hot. Horny sophomores even described it as “a hot chocolate during a very cold winter day”. But you never had the pleasure to hear it, until now.

“Y/N? The principal told me you were going to come here. It’s lovely to meet you, I’m Mr.Do.” his voice arrived deep and clear from behind your back, meanwhile your head was pressed against the door, you had given in to this thing. Just a little talk and then sprint out of the room, that was the plan. You turned around to see him staring at you, seated in his desk.
He was an attractive man, his features were out of this world. To start, his tanned skin was glowing in the artificial light of the lamp and he had a small, warm smile painted on his lips. His eyes were gentle but still, they managed to freeze your insides and warm you up at the same time.
He dressed nicely, he wore a black buttoned up shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans. He also wore a pair of -what it seemed- really expensive boots. The scent of his cologne was in the air, making the room feel less professional, more cozy.

“Uhm…yeah, I guess. They forced to me to come here and talk with you.” You say, pouting a little, this whole “talking with a stranger about my problems to feel better” didn’t really convince you but as long as the stranger was Mr.Do, you could do that.
His face looked sculpted by the Greek Gods, his voice was pure honey and his gaze was melting your insecurities away. But why the hell were you thinking about him that way anyway? He’s what, like 10, maybe even more years older than you. And yet there was something about him that attracted you, maybe it was his appearance or the way he looked professionally hot but it was taking your common sense away and making you think about things a 17-years-old problematic girl shouldn’t think about a grown man who is also her new psychologist.

“Well, sweet, come take a seat. I want you to feel at ease here, it’s not an obligation to talk with me.” His voice was deep, making goosebumps appear on your soft skin. He noticed, apparently, cause he asked you if you were cold and you had to convince him that you were fine, struggling to accept that he made you shiver just by talking.
You find yourself obeying, seating in front of him, and the chair is pretty comfortable too.

“First thing first, I’m not going to tell bullshit to you. I already know why you’re here, but I’d want to know why you did what you did, and I’d like to hear it from you, Miss.” Now his tone is changed, he seems more relaxed, less professional. And thank God he did, because you were sure you weren’t going to resist hours with him talking to you the way he did before. Because not only was it intimidating, but it made you feel inferior to him, and you didn’t want to.

“Do you know my friend Oh Sehun? He said he comes here often.” You ask, playing with your hands under the desk.

“Yes, I know him. But we’re talking about you now.” he answers. Meanwhile he got up and he placed himself beside you, his hands were clasped at the desk and his legs were crossed. To talk to him you had to turn your head to the side and look up and he had to look down. You hated feeling submissive, and that’s exactly how Mr.Do was making you feel. He seemed to understand it and enjoy the blush that was growing on your cheeks, you could feel it.

“I got into a fight because of him.” You blurt out, looking deeply into his eyes. He patted your head and softly smiled.

“I’m not surprised, he always told me you’re a little rebel soul.” he whispers, combing your hair with his long fingers. So, Sehun talked about you with Mr.Do. you note yourself to strangle him as soon as you get out of here.

“What else does he says, Mr.Do?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“You have a bad reputation, doll. Just like me. And call me Kyungsoo please, Mr. makes me feel old.” He adds with a little giggle, which was the most adorable thing you’ve ever listened to.

“Ok, Kyungsoo. How old are you?”  here it is, the taboo question. He looks into your eyes making your insecurities reappear once again and your gaze drops to the floor.

“I’m 31.” he simply says, with no accent, no emotion.
When you have the courage to look up again he’s closer than before, still looking at you in the same way a cat looked at a butterfly, in a way that made you feel appreciated. Or so you thought.

“But anyway, you have to tell me why did you react that way, you almost broke her hand.” he says, in his voice there’s something so caring, apprehensive towards you. Not like he wanted to scold you, more like he wanted to protect you from your own impulse.

“I’m so tired of hearing the same comments everyday. If Sehun wants to fuck boys let him fuck boys. Why should a person be judged for the preferences in sex? I don’t get it.” Your voice grew with the sentence, and at the end you were almost screaming in his face. But wasn’t this the point of going to the psychologist? Letting yourself go and vent?

“I really don’t know, sweetheart. Society is fucked up.” He answers, caressing your cheek with his thumb, while his index finger was keeping your chin still. His eyes were boring into your skin, stripping you from all your clothes and dignity. And that’s one thing to add to the list of things you liked about Kyungsoo. The way he just paired a pet name with a swear word makes you want to hear it again from his plump lips. You want to hear him whisper profanities and sweet nothings in your ear, but you’re not sure wether this is a really good thing or a really bad one. Is there a psychologic treatment for a girl infatuated with the psychologist?


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So. Here’s some art and a fic I’ve been holding onto for…about a year. I’ve been too nervous to post it anywhere because I don’t write, but my chances to post are running out so now or never! 

This is my take on why and how Keith knew Shiro when they met in the first episode. There weren’t many stories like this when I wrote it but I’m sure there are alot now but whatever, just take it. This follows the main scenes of the first episode, with some added details/headcanons and flashbacks added into the mix. Oh, and male pronouns for Pidge because this is from Keith’s early perspective. Beta’d by my lovely friend @x-i-l-verify~

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“Is this your card?”

Castiel watched as Dean Winchester dramatically flipped over a face card and displayed it with a flourish to a hopeful Lisa Braeden.

“Uh… no,” she murmured, her face falling into disappointment.

Dean, however, continued the routine with a smile on his face, even after he made three more incorrect guesses. He might have been absolutely terrible at every magic trick he ever tried, but at least he had enthusiasm about it.

“Strike out?” Castiel asked as Dean finally sat down next to him in homeroom and began shuffling his cards.

Dean shook his head. “Nah, I wasn’t really trying. I just wanted to try the trick on someone that hadn’t seen it yet.”

Castiel smiled and propped his head up on his hand. “It looked like you nearly had it that time.”

“I know!” Dean grinned, right before a card flew out of the deck and smacked him in the face.

As terrible as Dean was at his various card tricks, Castiel couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing. The way his face would light up when someone lied out of pity and claimed the unfamiliar card was their own was too cute for words. Especially when such escapades were coming from his seventeen year old best friend.

Their classroom was decorated with a sickening explosion of pink and red hearts that only grew more and more obvious the closer they got to Valentine’s day. Today, a few streamers had been added, as well as a cut-out of a caricature heart in a top hat.

“Any plans for Valentine’s day, Cas?”

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I Don’t Even Know Your Name: Part One

Request: Can you do a request where y/n is a singer and she isn’t that famous but Shawn is like enamored by her and he sorta brings her to fame and she’s super shy and idk fluffy ending with some fluffy kisses???? 

A/N: At first this was meant to be just one imagine, but the plot that I came up with in my head is actually more lengthy than I planned. So I decided to make this into a series! 

Part Two 


Shawn watched the clock as he held his phone in his hands, bouncing his knee up and down. Time was ticking slower the more he could feel his anticipation grow. He’s been waiting for this the whole day. The possibility of miscalculating time zones constantly ran through his mind, but he made sure his math wasn’t even off by a minute. Her tweet did, in fact, say seven that night sharp and he was only five hours behind.

His phone suddenly interrupted the silence with a loud buzz, followed by a ding. Quickly clicking on the notification, he felt an immense amount of relief to see her face taking up the whole phone screen. She was obviously dressed for comfort with an oversized hoodie and her hair out of the way. A guitar rested on her lap, her body leaning over it as she scrolled through the comments.

“Good afternoon, well night,” she laughed. He watched as she gestured towards to what looked like her bedroom window. It was pitch black outside already. “Or morning. Depends where you are.”

Afternoon, Shawn thought to himself.

If only the whole world knew how much he was infatuated with her. At first, she was just one of those small singers that he would see when he scrolled through Instagram, but there was something about her that had caught his eye. Maybe it was the way she put her own twist on everything she did or the cute little wrinkle she would get whenever she scrunched up her face while singing a certain part. There were a million things.

“Good news, I’ve actually been writing a whole lot. I just have to start recording. It’s gonna take forever, but you guys are gonna like it.” She turned the camera towards a little corner in her room. “The next few weeks are gonna be spent right over there.” A microphone along with a whole set up consisting of a laptop and other equipment sat on a desk. “It’s my little makeshift recording studio.”

Shawn couldn’t imagine trying to record a song all by himself. There were so many technical things that went into it, but she did it all on her own. No record labels, no assistance, no nothing. It was just her, which was another thing he found captivating.

Her fingers gently strummed the strings, playing a soft chord. Shawn tried to figure out what tune she was humming, but he had no luck.

“I’ve been listening to The Neighborhood so much lately, so here’s a little taste of their song called The Beach,” she said repositioning herself.

If I told you that I loved you
Tell me, what would you say?
If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
Now I need your help with everything that I do
I don’t want to lie, I’ve been relying on you

All the stress that he carried on his shoulders melted away as soon as she started singing. There had always been something different about her voice that hit him like no other. Maybe it was how smooth it was, or the little rasp that would come out every once in awhile. He had never heard a voice quite like hers.

Fallin’ again, I need a pick-me-up
I’ve been callin’ you friend, I might need to give it up

I’m sick and I’m tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don’t murder me
I hope I don’t burden you
If I do, I do

Her strumming had gotten louder, and so did her voice. Her eyes were closed with her eyebrows drawn close together, showing that little wrinkle he oh so loved. He could tell the chorus meant a lot to her and it worried him because there had to be a reason why. Judging by the lyrics, it couldn’t be a good one.

If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree
You make me feel little how you’re looking at me
And you can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off
First it just threw me off, now I’m just moving on

She couldn’t hide the smile that had etched onto her face as she sang the second verse, which told him that whatever caused the pain in the chorus was definitely gone now. Shawn started to feel himself smile along with her.

She finished the song with a small hum and opened her eyes again. Typically, her live streams started with a song that she picked out and one more that the viewers would request. Some days it would just be her messing around while answering questions. Today just happened to be the lucky day that she did both.

“What did I have for breakfast? Very strange question, but I had a parfait. I’m sorry if you were expecting pancakes or something,” she giggled.

“What’s my opinion on brown eyes? One hundred percent the most underrated eye color in the world. All the time I see brown-eyed people try to cover it up, and become really self-conscious along the way. It isn’t really such a big issue now, but I remember seeing it all the time back then and I was absolutely baffled by it. Sure, brown is the most common, but they’re definitely the most diverse in my opinion. There are so many shades!”

Shawn could feel his cheeks flush at the mention of even the tiniest relation to him. He never really thought about his own eye color until then. It was only a little part of him, but somehow she had put so much more meaning into it. It was a gift of hers, finding the simplest of things and making it sound like so much more, that is. It was one of the things that made her such a great songwriter.

“What do you think of Shawn Mendes?”

The mention of his name, more like the sound of her voice saying it, snapped him out of his thoughts, immediately putting him on edge. It felt like everything stopped and the only things that were moving were his heartbeat, that alarmingly pumped faster, and his leg that wouldn’t stop shaking. It was pathetic how much of an effect she had on him. An effect that she had even though she had never spoken to him.

“Where do I even begin?” she beamed, putting her hands up to her cheeks. A lame attempt to try and hide her heated face. “I’m not really one to listen to pop music that often, but his music is so good. I don’t know how he does it, a genius right there. Go listen to his new album if you haven’t already.”

Now he was the one who was blushing mad. Shawn was pretty sure he forgot how to breathe or how to do anything in fact. She listened to his music, gushed about it in fact. And there she sat, oblivious to the fact that the very person who she was talking about was watching her.

The connection lagged a little as she continued on, “Looks like you guys want me to cover him, which I’m totally down with.” Shawn couldn’t even think at this point. Now she was going to sing his song. The lyrics that he wrote. The chords that he recorded.

“Here’s I Don’t Even Know Your Name because it’s one of my favorites,” she smiled at the camera, which totally brought him back down to Earth. His heart fluttered when she started to sing again.

He remembered writing Handwritten, more specifically that song. When he finally came up with lyrics to the melody that he had been working on for so long, he was so proud of something that had turned out to be so good.

But it sounded even better when she sang it. She added something to the song that he couldn’t describe. He was able to pick out the way she added a soft high note in one line of the chorus and changed the order of some notes. Shawn didn’t know how she did it all so easily, but it was brilliant.

Even long after the live stream ended, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. One of her fans had recorded it and posted it on the internet so he could rewatch it anytime he wanted. And boy he did. He listened to it in the shower, the car, everywhere really.

Even backstage.

The show wasn’t supposed to start until five hours later and he didn’t have anything else to do. Soundcheck was already done and the Q&A wasn’t for a long time, so here he was. Listening to her again.

“Dude, I’m seriously starting to think you’re in love with her,” Geoff joked from the couch opposite of him. Shawn was laying down on the couch, balancing his laptop on his chest while he binge watched more of her covers.

Matt let out a laugh from behind him, “He probably is.” Rolling his eyes, he sat up and looked at the both of them.

“You don’t understand. She’s absolutely am—”

“Amazing, we know,” the two boys finished for him.

“And that she deserves more recognition and that she’s an amazing writer and….” he took a deep breath, “she’s really cute.” Shawn watched him with his eyebrows raised as he ticked off every statement with a finger on his hand.

“And don’t forget that she listens to your music!” Matt jumped in, ruffling his already messed up hair. “You know, you should give her a little shout out or something on Twitter. It’s pretty obvious how good she is, and I don’t think you’ll stop rambling about her until you do.”

Shawn chuckled at the last bit, flicking the back of Matt’s snap back off his head as he stood up and stretched. Needing a change of scenery, well walls, he shuffled towards the bathroom and leaned his hands on the counter. Matt’s words were still ringing in his ears, and Shawn had no idea how the idea didn’t come to him in the first place. It would definitely help her out, and that’s all it took for him to whip out his phone.

He quickly opened Twitter and as he hovered his thumb over the keyboard, he froze. What was he supposed to say? There were so many things about her. One hundred forty characters weren’t enough.

The next five minutes were spent typing a sentence or two out, but reading it over and erasing it. He didn’t want to say a simple “check this girl out, she’s really good” kind of thing. She was more than good. But he didn’t want to write too much. Everyone would probably think he was desperate, or something else the media can come up with.

It completely confused him why he was having such a hard time. He always knew what to say. Words easily rolled off his tongue.

Stop overthinking it, he thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. It shouldn’t be this hard. A minute passed when he felt his thumbs move on their own. He read the sentences over and over. Doubt started to cloud his thinking again. “You know what? Fuck it,” Shawn seethed and he pushed the submit button.

There was no going back now. Millions of people were reading it now, and he hoped she was too.

Him X

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Pairing: Shawn x Y/N

Request: It was requested a long time ago lol

Warnings: Angst? Shitty ass writing

A/N: So here it is!! This’ll probably be the last part?? Idk we’ll see


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A week has passed since I put Derek up for adoption. I thought if I did I’d forget Y/N completely, but boy was I wrong.

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Jughead Jones | My Little Serpent (part two)

Count of words: 1749

Warnings: none

A/N: I just hope you like it♥ also I from now will be doing 13 reasons why imagines ♥ YAYYYY ♥

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@TAYRAE515 ASKED:
OK SO DON’T HATE ME BUT I HAD ANOTHER IDEA! COULD YOU DO ONE WHERE YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN ARCHIE’S YOUNGER SISTER AND YOU AND JUGHEAD ARE REALLY CLOSE FRIENDS SO WHEN HE BECAME A SERPENT YOU WERE AROUND THEM A LOT AND BECAME FRIENDS OF THE SERPENTS AND BECAUSE THEY TAKE CARE OF THERE OWN THE OFFER YOU A JACKET TO AND ARCHIE AND BETTY AND THE GANG FIND OUT AND GET UPSET, THEY FEEL LIKE THEY ALREADY LOST JUGGIE AND DON’T WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND BUT YOU JOIN AND IDK FLUFF? JUGHEAD X READER. 💕💕💕

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly write a continuation to My Little Serpent please? Preferably where Fred finds out about the Reader becoming a Serpent and how he responds, also maybe him, Archie and the others finding out about the reader and Jug’s relationship. Sorry if it’s too much!

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My little serpent part two pleaseeee 😍

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I found your blog and I love everything on it. It’s so amazing!!! Are you planning on doing a part 2 of my little serpent? If so, thatd be amazing!! I hope you have a fantastic day c:


The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he through you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.

Warm sunrays hit your face that beautiful morning, removing you from the comfort of your much needed slumber. You were locked within a pair of strong arms that, took you a minute to realise, were Jughead’s. One of them was firmly wrapped around your waist, while the other was placed underneath your head, comforting it as the muscules worked as a pillow. It was a moment to savor but you were cut short when the events of the previous night hit you like a brick wall. You moved a little and stared at the jackets resting next to the double bed. One was huge, enough to cover your body down to the knee, meaning it was Jughead’s. The second was smaller. It was a little bit longer than a normal woman’s lether jacket but it was indeed yours. You started feeling uneasy due to the memories of the things said between you and your brother to the point hot tears begun streaming down your face. You didn’t take notice that Jughead was awake and watching you until he softy kissed your expossed neck and turned you around, pulling you close to his body, hugging you as if you’d be gone.

A knock on the door was what took you out of that beautiful moment the two of you shared. You thought that whoever it was would leave and come another time so you could cuddle some more, but the knocking was prominent, leading you to the conclusion that it was importand. With an annoyed groan your now boyfriend made his was to the small kitchen/ living room, where the door was placed, and opened it not asking who it was. You heard a manly voice but you did not know who it was, until you heard yelling as well. “Let me see her Jug. She’s my sister,” the voice said. “No! She practically cried herself to sleep last night because of you, Arch. Hell, she woke up this morning and the first thing she did was cry,” Jughead argued back to the reportively red headed boy before him. “I am sure of that and that’s why I’m here. I want to apologize,” he pleaded until you walked to the scene, nodding for Jughead to let Archie in. 

After Archies apologizes things seemed to be a little bit calmer. You returned home with him; leaving the jacket at Jughead’s obviously, trying to figure out how to tell your dad that you were one with the so called criminals of the town. You were sure he would not be very happy about it. But you did have to tell him eventually, i wouldn’t be a secret for ever. 

It was a cold night and Jughead had taken you from you house to go on a walk, meaning to walk to the Whyte Wyrm, cause it seemed that that’s were your walked always end up. You were holding hands and talking about everything and anything as you reached your first stop; his trailer. You wanted to take your jacket from there, not only to shield you from the cold wheather, something Jug was doing on the way there, but also because you enjoyed the vibe it gave you. After picking it up you made your way to your actual destination and walked in with no second thoughts. 

You knew almost everyone in the bar and everyone was actually so nice. There were a couple of guys that walked up to you, hugged you, informing you how glad they were you accepted their signature jacket and more. Some even came up to you and refered to you as the “Serpent’s Queen”. You found it funny and stupid as you were no queen, but rather a simple high school student spending too much time in the ‘wrong’ side of town. But they insisted, which was very sweet. Still you couldn’t understand why.

The night unrolled smoothly and it was time for you to go home. Once again Jughead would walk you there. You were actually so caught up in the conversation that you forgot about the jacket, and you walked inside your house with it on. “Dad, I’m home,” you called after seeing your dad by the kitchen island. “Hey, sweety. Would you mi- What are you wearing?” He asked slightly mad. “Well I’m pretty sure I’m wearing what I was before leaving the house earlier,” you replied sarcastically, laughing a bit at your dad’s reaction. Archie was by him watching the scene and trying to inform you that you were still wearing your Serpent jacket. “Shit,” you mumbled under your breath when realising that. “Is that a south side serpent’s jacket that you’re wearing?” Fred said walking closer to you and inspecting the item. “N-no?” You stated, more like questioned. “Y/N, what are you doing with a serpent’s jacket?” Your father asked as he gently pulled you to the kitchen, where your brother was watching the scene unfold. “It’s Jugheads?” You once again guestioned-stated, trying to find a good explanation to feed your dad with. But it didn’t work. “Y/N Y/M/N Andrews, the truth,” your father demanded, aggravated of you lying. “Ok, look,” you sighed. “I’ve spent so much time in the Southside with Jughead that the serpents feel me as one of their own.” “You are not, for God’s sake. Take that jacket of, now.” “Dad no!” you protested. “They care about me. They are family. Did you know they had one of their own to take care of me? Because your dear son and his friends can not understand when things are to dangerous? Huh? Did you? Did you know how your lovely son has been dragging me into every single one of their problems and ‘adventures’, putting my life in danger? “ you yelled at your father, completely livid at what had just happened. “Go to your room, darling. Sleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. You are seeing red now and you just don’t know what you are talking about,” he requested trying to clean your angry tears. “No. I’ll go to Jughead. You should have a little talk with Arch here. Maybe you’ll actually get informed about how many times this year they’ve put my life in danger. Without telling me, or asking me to help,” you replied and run into your room to call Jughead. “Hey, it’s me. Can I sleep over? Yeah? Great. Pick me up? Thank you. Yes. Just hurry.” After you hung up you started packing a little bag with some essentials. You had no intentions on coming back until Archie admitted to his actions. 

Jughead indeed hurried to pick you up, scared that anything would have happened to you. He was relieved to see you just fine but he was confused when he saw your packed bag pack. “What’s that for?” He questioned when he started the car once again. “I was curious if you minded me staying at yours for a little while,” you confessed. Jughead was shocked but tried to hide it. “Just for a couple of days. Until my brother stops being a prick.” You added and he laughed a bit. “You will always be welcome, baby,” you smiled at the nickname given to you by the raven boy. For a moment nothing mattered. Seeing that you didn’t reply, Jughead turned his head to check on you and you softly smiled up at him. “I love you,” he quietly mumbled, placing his free hand on top of your thigh. “I love you, too,” you said back, taking it into your small arms and fidgeting with his fingers. After that everything was calm. You soon reached your destination and Jughead quickly allowed you to enter the warm and cozy home. Swiftly, he picked you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom, where he allowed you to change after giving you a big sweatshirt of his and a pair of his boxers. He simply removed his clothes, revealing his underwear and then pulling a T-shirt over his head. “Come here,” he ordered after resting his body down on the comfortable mattress. You obligated and moved close to his open arms, where he embraced you in a hug, keeping you there for the rest of the night.

When the morning came around and the warm sun embraced the two of you, Jughead just pulled you closer to his body, lovingly, as if you’d leave if he didn’t, both of you still in deep slumber. A few stray hairs were covering your calm face, your lips slightly parted as your head rested in the crook of his neck. His right arm was firmly wrapped around your waist as his other hand was resting on top of your head, caressing it in his sleep every now and again. It was a moment to savor for anyone watching, but not for long. A loud thud was heard from the kitchen/ living room and footsteps were making their way to the small bedroom. You were still sleeping but Jughead woke up when a deafening gasp came from the surprising visitors. Archie, was one of them, and he quickly let his anger take over him, screaming at his friend. “Not here. She is sleeping. Let’s go outside,” he suggested and got out of the bed, making you wince at the lost of contact. 

“What’s gotten into you? Why were you and my sister like that?” Archie begun and Jughead got ready to reply. “Arch, stop,” Betty burged in. “We both know you were trying to avoid it but it would happen and you knew it,” she reasoned. Jughead seemed lost but quickly caught up with the two. “They are finally dating and you should be happy for your sister.” She said smiling warmly at your boyfriend. “You don’t understand B. My sister became a serpent because of him. She’s slowly drifting away from me,” he confessed looking down. “You are taking her away from me,” he whispered to Jughead. “I am not Archie. You are pushing her away. You simply need to accept she is her own person. You will not always be able to make decisions for her.” He said and smlied warmly at the red head. “He’s right, Arch,”  you commented entering the small living room where the red head was, accompanied from the blond girl and the raven boy. “You will not always be there to make decisions for me. But I appreciate you try,” You added hugging your brother. It seems that for once, things were good. 

catfish- jared k. x soulmate!reader (part one)

YA GAL EL IS BACK WITH ANOTHER SHITTY FIC HEYO

also wtf tris is the SWEETEST PERSON on the planet she deserves all the love in the world and more. so this is dedicated to @pacman-tattoo thank u for the inspo <3

basically it’s a soulmate au, the one where u write something on your skin and it appears on your soulmates skin too and i love jared kleinman so here is a gender neutral jared x reader for y'all!

(also i did research and since benj pasek based deh on something in his personal life and he was born in pennsylvania im assuming deh takes place there)

my masterlist!  part two!

warnings: swearing (surprise surprise!), uh angst? fluff?, mention of genitals/nudes ’,:) it’s like pg-13 dw, incorrect grammar, shitty writing, i say “you” WAYYY too much even tho it’s an x reader and thAtS the PoiNt

word count: 3,182

(one last thing: jared is bolded and you are italic)


You always thought that whole ‘soulmate’ thing was bullshit.

You thought that whenever you found random things written on your arm it was your brother playing a weird prank on you.

But then ‘the talk’ came…

Because no one really addresses soulmates, it’s a private thing. You found out your parents weren’t soulmates when you were a kid so you know it’s a sensitive topic for them and never brought it up out of respect.

Once you learned about it, you realized your soulmate had been trying to talk to you for a long time and you never responded. Then you continued not responding because 'what if they thought I was rude for never writing back?’ even though, most of the time, it was just little notes to themselves.

So ever since then, you’ve been petrified of writing on yourself. Just the anxiety of the potential rejection from the one and only person the universe thinks you’re perfect for was enough to make you not even want to touch a pen. You’ve been told it’s irrational but isn’t the whole thought of soulmates irrational?

But then, as you were about you get into bed, big letters started to appear up your thigh.

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