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Snuggle - Jughead Jones

REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂

Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)

Words: 2,152

“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.

“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next. 

However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.

You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.

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Mine - Yoongi Scenario

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Genre: Smut / Fluff

Summary: Things heat up at the Halloween Party you were invited to by a friend Yoongi doesn’t particularly like - basically jealous Yoongi.

Word Count: 1,651


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Making Friends

Jughead Jones x Reader

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first imagine on this blog, so I hope you all like it! I hope to be able to post a new imagine daily, but we’ll just have to see where things go from here. Anyway, thanks for reading!
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is one of the most well known girls in Riverdale. On the cheer squad, invited to all the parties, liked by all the jocks… But one day, in the student lounge, she does something…unexpected. All Jughead wants to know is: why?
Word Count: 1122

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Reggie was an asshole. No one could deny that. But today, for some reason, he was being exceptionally asshole-ish.
“And Sheriff Keller’s grilling me, Mantle the Magnificent. ‘Cause I’d want Blossom dead. When he was, like, the only good quarterback we had,” Reggie comments. I don’t even attempt to hide the eye-roll I give him.
“I mean, let’s think about it. If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? Now, let’s be honest. Isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak… like Jughead?”
Now that caught my attention. Jughead? Really? I don’t really know him too well, but he’s always seemed like a cool guy to me. There was no logical reason to drag him into this. But that’s the thing about Reggie, I guess. He doesn’t even know what logic is.
“What was it like, Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like, after?”
I looked over at Jughead to see him leaning against the wall, rolling his eyes. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie, can you spell it?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that slips past my lips. Reggie looks back at me, then turns to face Jughead. He leaps over the couch, saying, “Come here, you little-”
“Oh, come on, Reggie,” I say loudly. His head whips back around to look at me, so I continue.
“What are you doing here? Putting on a little display of power because he hurt your feelings?” My eyes flick over to Jughead, and I see the ghost of a smile dance across his lips. I stand up, gathering my things. “Really, it’s kind of pathetic, if I’m being honest,” I tell him. “You have to be a jerk to other people to feel good about yourself, and then when they don’t let you make them feel bad, you get yourself suspended from school because you have to hit them to make sure your little posse doesn’t think less of you?” I shrug, making eye-contact with him. “Personally, I like Jughead,” I smile. “He’s different. Honest. Real,” I say, avoiding his gaze. “And he’s nothing like you,” I spit. His eyes widen. Then, I give him my sweetest smile, and say, “But that’s just my opinion.” I flip my hair over my shoulder and strut out of the room, everyone’s eyes on me.

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I opted out of the party at Cheryl’s tonight. On top of the fact that I really didn’t feel like going anyway, I don’t think people have gotten over the whole scene with Reggie from earlier today. Cheryl Blossom’s house is really the last place I want to be right now.
That’s why I came to Pop’s instead. The smell of fries wafting through the air hits me as soon as I walk in to the little diner. I pull out a seat at the bar, and order some fries with a chocolate milkshake. After a few minutes of waiting, my food is delivered to me. I begin dipping my fries in my shake when somebody comes over and sits down next to me, stealing some of my fries. I look up to find the one and only Jughead, laptop and all, looking at me curiously. I mimic his facial expression, furrowing my eyebrows and looking at him intensely.
“Why did you do that?” he asks sternly.
“Do what?” I reply, copying his tone of voice.
“You know what,” he tells me, rolling his eyes.
“Put Reggie in his place, you mean?” He doesn’t respond, just takes more of my fries and looks at me expectantly. “It was the truth,” I say with a shrug. “He’s a jerk and I’m tired of his shit. So called him out on it,” I finish, looking him in the eyes.
“Yes, but he’s a jerk all the time, to everyone. So why today?” he presses.
I tuck my hair behind my ear. “He was being an asshole. He called you out for no reason. It was ridiculous.”
“You don’t even know me. I could really be some- how did he put it- serial killer fanboy freak?”
For a second, I think that might be a smirk on his face. “Well,” I tell him, “that would be a shame.”
“Why’s that?” he asks quizzically.
“Because that would mean that I’d have to admit that Reggie was right, which would probably crush my soul.”
A real smile graces his features, and he even laughs. “You know, you’re not like them,” he tells me. I raise my eyebrows in question. “Like those other popular kids you’re always around. They’re nothing like you.”
“As in they’re bitches and I’m not?” I ask playfully, taking a sip of my shake. Again, the corners of his mouth twitch upward in a half-grin.
“Kind of, yeah, I guess. You’re just…not what I expected you to be,” he says honestly.
“And what did you expect? Some snobby, stuck-up rich bitch who doesn’t care about other people?”
“Not exactly…” he says unconvincingly.
I scoff. “Sorry to disappoint.”
He gives me that “really?” look, tilted head and all, and I just grin.
“I just hate that people assume the kind of person I am based on the people they see me around. They don’t even know me.”
“Well, I’m getting to know you,” he says, “and you’re definitely not like them.”
I smile and pretend to glance down at a watch that I’m not wearing. “Look at us, Jones. Our first fight and make up in under a minute. I think we could really pull this off.”
He smirks. “Pull what off?”
“Anything,” I tell him, my eyes gleaming with excitement. “But when you have something specific in mind, let me know.”
He stares at me for a second, then says, “How about friends?”
I smile at him. “Friends it is then.”
And that’s that. We sit there at Pop’s, my new friend Jughead and I, sipping on milkshakes and sharing fries. And I finally realize what it’s like to have a real friend.

The Bangtan Boys react to you having a problem with your appearance...

Yoongi:

You were trying to fit into a new, tight-fitting dress that you’d bought a little while earlier whilst Yoongi was lying on the bed, his back to you as you changed.

The dress had looked so stunning on the mannequin – why did it look so strange on you?

You shifted this way and that in the mirror in an attempt to find a flattering angle, but – from your perspective anyway – all of the wrong curves were being accentuated, the straps were permanently wonky and your legs looked out of place…

“I look awful in this dress,” you announced, and Yoongi took that as a hint to turn around. His brown eyes fell on you immediately, and he struggled to keep his usual cool facial expression as his mind registered how beautiful you looked. And then he remembered what you had said, and his mouth opened in shock.

“Awful?” he repeated, confused by the word. It wasn’t a word that he would ever have dreamed of associating with you. As you turned in the mirror, your face contemplative, he pulled a doubtful expression. “In what way?”.

“In every way,” you tried to explain, whilst Yoongi continued to stare at you in wonder. “It doesn’t look right on me, Yoongi”.

“Well, you’re wrong,” he stated matter-of-factly, his voice low.

“I’m wrong?” you asked, smiling despite yourself. He hummed in confirmation.

“Y/N – you’re my favourite person in the world. So please don’t offend me by insulting yourself”. You gave him a dumbfounded look, and he smirked at you.

“Yoongi,” you said, laughing.

“You look amazing. You always look amazing – in that dress… in everything”. You paused, your cheeks instantly flushing. Your eyes met, and he turned away shyly when he saw your loving smile. “Hurry up and get dressed already, Y/N”.

Hoseok:

You and Hoseok had decided to go for a walk (Hoseok had decided to go for a walk) because it was a nice day and being locked up inside seemed like such a waste.

You’d now been walking for a while, and although you loved spending time with your amazing boyfriend… you were getting kind of tired, to say the least.

“Can we go back now, Hobi?” you asked sweetly, pouting involuntarily when he turned to look at you.

The sun was shining on him, which made him look even more handsome when he smiled at you.

“Are you getting tired, Jagi?” he asked, concerned enough to stop walking and turn back to get a better look at you. He had to crouch down a bit to see your face when you looked shamefully down at the ground, and he pulled your chin up with his finger, his brilliant smile warming your heart.

“How about I give you a piggyback-ride!”. It wasn’t exactly a question but more of an excited exclamation. Your heart seemed to halt. “I’ll carry you back home, Y/N. That way you don’t have to-“.

“I’m too heavy!” you insisted just as he was leaning down to begin. “I’ll probably break your back, Hobi”. You tried to sound jokey, but Hoseok could hear the self-doubt in your voice.

Standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, he let out a little sigh.

“You,” he started, as if he didn’t know where to. “You are not ‘heavy’, Y/N”. He laughed at the word, but when he saw you were still serious, he made it his mission to make you smile.

He quickly kissed your lips, surprising you, and he tightened his grip around your waist so that you were practically hugging, which made you giggle finally.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful”. He hesitated, and you blushed at his honest tone. “We can just hold hands, if you’re really that worried”.

Namjoon:

You and Namjoon were in his room, somewhat relaxing. Well, you were pretty relaxed – Namjoon was working on a new song whilst you curled up beside him, your oversized hoody and your boyfriend’s presence both keeping you warm.

His concentrating face was so beautiful that honestly, you’d been staring at it for a while now.

Sitting up to stretch, your eyes found your reflection in the mirror, and you made a disapproving sound when you saw your hair – in your opinion, it was spiralling out in all the wrong directions, rebelling against your supposed hairstyle.

“Ugh,” you said aloud, momentarily trying to tame it before giving up. “My hair looks a mess”.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked, stopping his work for a moment to stare at the same reflection. Your eyes met in the mirror and he smiled bashfully, his dimples showing as he looked back down at his work. “You look beautiful”.

“Um, but you have to say that,” you half-laughed, half-deadpanned. His compliments were frequent and never short of sweet, but today you just didn’t see what he was seeing. “It’s all weird and wrong – what happened to it?”.

Namjoon’s deep laugh sounded beside you.

“But I love it, baby”.

“You have to say that, too”. Groaning in frustration, you broke eye contact with the girl in the mirror and threw yourself back down beside him.

Namjoon could see that this was upsetting you, and he hated the thought of you being upset.

He put his work aside for a minute, slouching down to be at level with you and enveloping you into a hug. He kissed your cheek softly and you laughed as though he had told a very funny joke.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice so low it gave you tingles. “If you don’t like your hair, you can do something new to it. You can do whatever you want to it and I’ll still love you. No matter what you do, Y/N, I’ll still love you”.

Seokjin:

You were relaxing outside with Jin since the weather was so nice today, sat in between his legs with his arms wrapped around your waist, giving you a sort of on-top-of-the-world kind of feeling.

“Ooh!” you randomly exclaimed, reaching for your phone as the idea struck you. “Let’s get a picture”.

He was so handsome and beautiful that you felt unmatched to him in all of the selcas you took together, but it was still fun to do.

“Are you sure you want to compete with this face, Y/N?” he joked, kissing your cheek as you readied your camera. “Last chance,” he sang, and you nudged him slightly as you giggled fondly.

“If we pull funny faces I’ll probably feel better,” you admitted, raising your phone up as you spoke… but then you saw it.

A spot – on the very centre of your nose.

“Oh, my god”. Jin was confused as you bought the camera closer to yourself to get a better look – it was so strikingly obvious against your skin. “Oh gosh it’s so ugly and gross!”.

“What are you talking about, Jagi?”.

You turned in his lap to show him your face, pointing accusingly at the spot that had ruined your moment completely. He had to squint to see what you were talking about, but as soon as he saw it… his loud and distinct laugh sounded immediately and didn’t stop for a while. You had no idea what was so funny, but Jin’s laugh always made you smile – at least a bit.

“It’s not funny, Seokjin – it’s quite serious”. He stopped laughing when he realised that you were still fussing over it – he could never understand when you got like this. From where he was sat… you looked like the most beautiful girl in the world, even with your smile set into a frown right now.

“Jagi”. He pulled you back in for a cuddle, sighing as he thought of something to say. “Ah, you really should have more confidence in yourself – if I think you look beautiful, you should know it’s true”. You finally managed a laugh, which made him feel very accomplished.

He placed a gentle kiss on your nose, which made you laugh even harder.

Beautiful,” he reminded you, raising an eyebrow. You blushed and looked away from his intense gaze. “Now – are we still taking a selfie? Or do you want to go get something to eat, because I know I do”.

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Strike Two (Part 9 of Curve Ball)

Originally posted by he-is-the-best-part-of-me

Summary: An accidental collision. Lucky shoes. Baseball lessons. As much as they might try to deny it, fate seemed to be working to bring Derek and Y/N together. But being in each other’s lives could prove to be more complicated than either one of them bargained for.

Author’s Note: FINALLY! It is here, y’all!!! I know it has been an eternity since I updated this series, but it is finally written and I couldn’t love this part more. I really hope you guys like it, please let me know! Meanwhile, enjoy ;)

As always, a HUGE thank you to my co-pilot on this series, @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales!!! She is so amazing to work with and always such great ideas!!! I can’t even say thanks enough <3

Warnings: Language; a lot of feels

Tags: @wheresthekillswitch, @urwarriorangel, @palaiasaurus64, @melanie451, @houseofrahl, @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one, @splashofbi, @livinglife-dsa, @miaforeverblue

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“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Stiles’ voice broke me out of my stare and I slowly turned my head to look at him, eyes wide and lips sucked between my teeth as I grunted out a ‘hm?’ He blinked at me several times before averting his gaze to the spot I was so tethered to only moment ago.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I’ve just been…distracted.”

“I’ll say,” he snorts, earning a glare. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

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Code Red

This is based on a prompt sent to @omeliafics

Prompt : In the season 13 finale I’ve heard that there might be a fire, could someone write something where Amelia rescues Owen and she like gets really worried? Hurt/comfort/fluff?

p.s. Thanks to Fran @francescabuccino for helping me to proofread this chapter, and for the title suggestion. You’re the best! <3

p.p.s Sorry for the longer intervals in between my fic updates lately- I’ve been busy with my new clinic ;)

 Amelia smiled to herself when she received the page from Owen to the ER. Although it meant that she had another case to review in the ER right after scrubbing out from an emergency craniotomy and blood clot evacuation and she didn’t mind if this enabled her to see her husband again.

 Only a couple of hours had passed since she last saw him in the ER, when she was reviewing the patient who required the emergency surgery. But it was a busy couple of hours which seemed to drag on and she wished to see him again. Today was one of the rare days whereby both of them were on call and just being able to see Owen always made her calls better.

 It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, after the negative pregnancy test, she freaked out at the prospect of being pregnant again and ran away from him, leaving him an ambiguous note which just told him that it was not his fault. She ended up staying at Stephanie’s, then at Meredith’s. She just couldn’t bear to face Owen and his hope of starting a family with her. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and that the possibility of her being pregnant with another anencephalic baby was too much for her to bear.

Her biggest regret was yelling at Owen’s face that she didn’t want a baby and telling him that she would love to know how suffocated Cristina felt by him. She didn’t know then how much her words hurt him, like piercing a dagger through his heart.

 They were both hurt and confused. Owen couldn’t understand why Amelia suddenly changed her mind about having babies when she was totally on board the idea just a couple of weeks prior to that. Amelia meanwhile just couldn’t bring herself to tell Owen the whole story about her unicorn baby and how it made her so afraid to have another baby. It was a total communication breakdown on both of their parts.

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Terminal - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by sombraguerreira

Summary: (Y/N) tells Stiles about her terminal illness.


I snuggle deeper into Stile’s arms as I try to soak everything in. I don’t want to forget any of this. I can smell his musky cologne, feel his warmth on my side, hear his heart beating and his heavy breathing. I look up at him and study his face. His tousled hair looked messy but still sexy and cute at the same time. His lips were pursed and his eyebrows furrowed a he looked intensely at the tv screen. I stayed there, studying him and memorising every bit of him that I could. God I love him. Everything about him. The way he always asks to be the little spoon, how protective over me he is, the way he sings along to songs even if he has no clue what the lyrics are, his face when he’s concentrating really hard, the way he looks right before he falls asleep - so vulnerable and peaceful. 

“What are you lookin at?” Stiles smirks and turns his head towards me before seeing the frown I have on my face. “Woah. Hey, whats up?” He shifted his body to face me completely and paused the movie. I go to open my mouth but nothing comes out. I close it again and begin to cry. “Woah, woah woah. (Y/N), you can tell me anything, you know that. Of course if you don’t want to you don’t have to but I’m here, okay? Always”. Tears begin to fall more rapidly as Stiles encases me in a hug.

“Thats the thing. I don’t know if I’ll always be here.” I say and Stiles pulls away.

“Are you… wanting to break up with me?” He asked softly, obviously hurt.

“No. Never. I just - Stiles, I need to tell you something. I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you when I found out but…” I trailed off. 

“What is it.”

“Stiles, I’m sick. Like, really sick. It’s a degenerative illness that basically rots my brain. Meaning eventually I’m going to forget you. Not only you but everything. All my friends, family, us. And it doesn’t stop there. The disease will keep eating away at my brain until I’m…” I take a deep breath too afraid to finish. 

“Does it hurt?” Stiles asks after a little while. I smile a soft yet broken smile and nod my head slowly. Stiles begins to cry as its finally sunk in. We had planned everything together. Where we were going to college, where we were going to live, our kids names, everything. “Where? Where are you hurting?” I brought his hand to my head and snuggle into it as his thumb wipes away my tears. 

“I’m so sorry Stiles. After everything with your mum I didn’t want to have to put you through something like this again. Which is why I have to go.” I whispered.

“What? No, you’re not leaving me. Please, (Y/N). I need you and you need me”.

“I don’t want you to remember me the way I’m going to be. I want you to remember me how I am now. I want you to remember our first kiss, our first date… our first other things” I giggles and he left out a laugh before sniffling and wiping away his tears.

“I love you so much” He whispered as he stared at me.

“I love you too.” I kissed him deeply. 

“But, surely theres something we can do. I can get Scott to give you the bite. He’d do it. You’re one of his best friends.”

“I wouldn’t want to force that upon him. And what would happen if it didn’t work? I’d die and everyone would carry around a guilt for the rest of their lives. Plus, I don’t want that life. After high school I want us to settle down and live peacefully. I don’t want to spend my whole life running.”

“Then why are you now?” Stiles whispered, hurt. I sighed.

“Stiles, I can’t put you through it. I love you too much.”

“And I love you too much to abandon you when you need me. Stay. Please.” I wrap my arms around Stiles’ waist and hug him tightly. 


Hey everyone! I’ve left it a little bit open ended for your imagination. You have no idea how much I just wanted to write something like ‘(Y/N) got the bite and it worked and they lived happily ever after’ but unfortunately thats not how all stories end. This scenario could be a real life issue for someone. My love goes out to not only everyone reading this but all those that are fighting. Keep fighting and stay strong xx

Warm Me Up Part 7

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He knew it was stupid, but he didn’t care. Those self-destructive tendencies were creeping back in to him, and he was frustrated. Will had said to talk to him if he ever felt upset, but how was Nico supposed to talk to him when he was upset because of him?

He drove to Percy’s place and knocked on the door rapidly. Percy opened it, and immediately, guilt coated his features. He opened his mouth and Nico stopped him. “I don’t want to hear it,” he interrupted. “I just need the bottle of Bailey’s in your fridge. Now.”

Percy blinked in surprise and let him in. He went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle for him. “Nico, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt-”

“Oh my God,” Nico groaned. “Look, I don’t care. You were incredibly shit-faced and all I did was send you to sleep. I can handle Annabeth losing her shit with me. This isn’t about you! It hasn’t been for a long time, okay?”

Percy’s green eyes were wide with shock and his cheeks were pink. He lowered his gaze and nodded solemnly before Nico left. He went back to the university, exchanging his car for his motorcycle and tucked the bottle under the seat.

It was early, but the sky was dark. He went to a dirt road a few miles away. It was often used for lame street races for amateur cars and drivers who thought they were Vin Diesel. Nico liked it for his bike. He went around it once, getting the feel of the terrain. Then he pulled out the Bailey’s and drank from it, setting it down near a tree before kicking off again. He sped up and tried the makeshift ramp, which only resulted in him losing his balance and falling with his motorcycle on top of him.

He groaned, but after taking a few deep breaths, he was able to pull himself up and get going again. He tested his speed, sloppily tried to do tricks, and constantly fell off. He disposed of his jacket, feeling exhilarated with the rush of riding and each time he fell, the rocks would scrape his skin, or his motorcycle would burn him, the metal hot from the engine. Usually, he’d fall a few feet away from his bike, but he didn’t mind. And the more he drank the more reckless he became.

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The fragmentation of the spot (Part III)

Quoting one of my favourites characters, “miss me?”
I’m back, sorry for the delayed for this third part, I hope it wasn’t very hard for wait, enjoy this part, the next very soon, thanks for you suport and all the sweets reviews!

*Sheldon and Amy enjoy their night in the apartment 4A, While Leonard and Penny were out, memories and new emotions, what can be going wrong?*

Part I here: The fragmentation of the spot
 
Part II here: The fragmentation of the spot (II)

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dtappreciationweek favourite performance - Hamlet.

His performance in this was incredible - desperation, comedy, gentleness, insanity, intensity.  It literally had everything, and I loved it.

The Lonely Tree (Part 14.5)

Word Choice: 1644

Summary: You help Steve with one of his pieces for the art show.

Warnings: Language, Nat and Wanda and Maria being the absolute worst

Y/N: One more part guys… I’m gonna cry. 

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Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

You arrived at the studio before Steve, and even though you had posed for him many times before, the formal setting made you feel more nervous than you expected. You had just slipped out of your coat and were fidgeting with the white leggings and white long sleeved shirt he had asked you to wear when he finally made his appearance.

“Are you going to tell me why I’m wearing all white, or are you just going to skip ahead to the part where you murder me? Just curious. Nice choice of venue by the way, very dark and empty.”

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a/n: people begged me not to write this werewolf!nursey twilight au for the 13 days of halloween monster au prompt and yet…. here we are. i’m so sorry. it’s 3k.

When William Poindexter first moved to Forks, he took one look at the drab town, a slight drizzle constantly giving the air a sort of damp feel, maybe a thousand residents to its name, towering Evergreens that blocked every sliver of natural sunlight lining every side road and thought: ‘okay, shitty, but I can work with this.’

Now, though? Hiking through the woods by his house, muddying his brand new sneakers while his parents have a really loud, intrusive argument in a house with paper thin walls? He’s not so sure.

He keeps hearing these noises off to his left, branches snapping, something like the growl of a dog, and the rustle of trees and shrubbery being pushed through, but whenever he looks there’s no one there. And yeah, it’s freaking him out a little, but at this point Dex is thinking between dealing with his dad’s interrogation on where he’s been and getting mauled by some large animal, the latter is looking really good.

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Make it Quick (Nate Maloley)

   (A/N: I’m a piece of shit, I’m so sorry for not posting regularly. I’m thinking about posting a new imagine every sunday maybe, I’m not completely sure but until then, enjoy!)

   Request: where y/n and Nate are getting it on hardcore! And then Stew walks in and you can end it the way you want please?

   “Nate chill, stop touching me, your brother’s downstairs.” I whisper sternly as he gropes me once I reach to grab a shirt out of the dresser drawer. 

  Stew decided to move to LA because he thought that it was time for him to move away from his parents crazy expectations that had been set once Nate had become successful. He wanted to be independent and he got his own apartment in the city. But until the plumbing is ready, he’s staying with us, but he should be on his feet in about three days. 

  “Come on babe, real quick. He won’t even hear us.” He kisses my neck and I shrug him off and turn to face him.

  “No, because I know how you are. You like to be rough and neither one of us will be able to keep quiet so you’re just gonna have to keep it in your pants for three more days.” I shove the black t shirt I got from a Rihanna concert I went to last summer, down to meet the top of my black nike shorts.

    “Okay, I promise to behave but I can’t wait that long babe.” He whined. I turn to look at him to see him pouting like a little kid who’d been denied candy. I roll my eyes but still smile at his foolishness and walk over towards him. I take his face in my hands.

  “Alright, but I’m in charge, just in case you try anything funny.” I narrow my eyes slightly and push him on to the soft mattress of our bed. I look over towards the door seeing that it’s closed but not locked. I shrug my shoulders slightly, it’s not like Stew would walk in randomly. 

  I walk over to Nate, laid on the bed and straddle his waist carefully. His hands move down to my hips, squeezing them roughly. I lean down to kiss him slowly but roughly. His soft lips moving against mine in sync a moan slipping from my mouth as sparks ignite, just like our first kiss. I pull back before he gets a chance to sneak his tongue into my mouth.

  “I’m gonna make this quick okay?” I ask. He nods eagerly. I hum in appreciation of his obedience. He looks so vulnerable as he looks up at me with his big brown eyes, clouded with excitement and anticipation.

  I shove my shorts and panties down my legs and proceed to do the same with Nate. I’m taken aback when his length slaps against his stomach, ready for me to give it the slightest bit of attention.

  I giggle slightly as I rub the tip up and down my wet slit and slowly sink down on it, causing us both to let out a low groan as he fills me up perfectly.

  He grabs my hips and I quickly pin them together above his head.

 “I’m in charge remember?” I lean closer to his face as I move back and forth, allowing his cock to slide in and out. I move faster but slow down immediately as the bed begins to creak loudly. Nate’s mouth make an O shape and his eyes roll back as I clench around him.

  Before he can make any noise, I let go of his hands and cover his mouth with my right hand as my left hand hikes my shirt above my tits. He moans into my hand and my head rolls back as his hands move to knead my breasts. My hair begins to tickle my back as I bounce harder, not caring about the noise anymore. I chase both of our orgasms desperately. I lift my hand from his mouth and I plant both of my hands above his head once again. 

  He sits up and looks in my eyes with an intense look as if he were begging me to orgasm. My eyebrows knit tightly together as I feel my high rapidly approaching.

  “Nate wheres the- Jesus!” Our attention turns to a petrified Stew turning back around to walk back out, covering his eyes in horror. Nate refuses to let me stop my movements as he moves my hips for me roughly back and forth, forcing to grind down on his length.

  “Oh my God…” He trails off. I push him back down onto his back. I bounce up and down on top of him. I let out a string of high pitched moans. Slightly embarrassed at the sound of my desperation evident in the sounds. 

  “Please baby girl, I’m so fucking close.” He strains as he struggles to hold in his release.

   “Fucking do it, please.” I growl through my clenched teeth. I squeeze my eyes shut as my core heats up and his cum fills me up. He lets out a few groans, and squeezes my hips.

  He taps my clit repeatedly, triggering my orgasm. I shudder as the feeling electrifies my entire body. I feel sparks in my arms, traveling down to my hands and to the tips of my fingers. Goosebumps trailing on my thighs and my arms, causing the little hairs on my body to stand up straight. I let out a sigh and collapse on Nate’s chest.

  We let out a laugh. I get up and pull my shorts and panties up my legs and shoves down my t shirt.

  “I feel bad for your brother” I laugh. He shrugs and shakes his head, pulling up his pants and boxers.

  “He’ll be fine.”

Drabble #5 (Family)

Drabble number: 5 (Family)  (Drabble list here:  X )
Member: Suga (aaaaaand?????)
Requested by http://yoongisssss.tumblr.com/
Other drabbles from the list: (#2 X) & (#9 X)

You smiled as the toddler climbed with all his strength up, over the sofa. It was a challenged he happily faced everyday, just to sit near his father. Your eyes stuck to the child, the black hair was already thick and it was not yet his third birthday. It was smooth, and it laid straight over the head, except a small twirl of untamed hair just right in the back. The toddlers eyes were wide open with excitement, taking in every bit of his environment with a hunger for exploration, the dark iris sparkling as he closed in on his father.
You took the short steps from where you were standing, and watching over to the beige sofa and sat down right next to the exploring child.
“Sweetie, come here.” You said in a low, sweet voice and the child turned around with a (drooling) smile. You wiped it off with his blue striped bib, hanging around his neck.

You motioned for him to sit on on your lap, and he happily did so as you reached over to the side table, and picked on of the colorful books from a small pile. As you reached put for it, you stopped for a second to admire the picture next to the books. It was a white frame, simple and clean, bringing out more of the vibrant colors in the photo. “Look at daddy.” You whispered in the toddlers ear, as he turned to see what you were looking at his small hands reached out for the photo, you helped him grab it and watched as your son was studying the photo of the two of them. It had been a summer day, when your child was barely one. He was laying on a blanket in the park, green plants emerging from all other sides in the photo. Yoongi had a tight grip on his son, smiling the lovely gummy smile as the sun touched his black hair, and the child was looking rather grumpy in his tiny white hat, and showed signs of that annoyed ‘yoongi-look’ with pouting lips and eyes that were asking what-the-hell-is-going-on. 

“Who’s that?” You asked while pointing a finger to the smiling Yoongi in the picture. The boy looked intensely at the photo, with narrowed (almost non existing) eyebrows before cracking up into a huge smile, showing off the few teeth he had.
“Daddy!” You smiled with him, and clapped your hands at the answer.
“Yes, it is. We miss daddy, don’t we?” The toddler nodded as his small sticky hands went over the frame and photo in rapid motions. It was like a ritual, watching the photo together, smiling together and felling the light ache of missing someone as you did. The child was getting bored, and he struggled a little bit in your arms, he laid down the photo frame on the couch next to him as he prepared to get down. You helped a little bit as the young boy slide down the sofa, legs first on his belly. It was the fastest way down, you thought as the child never seemed to mind anything. As soon as you had watched him go down you heard keys in the door. 

(Sorry to interrupt your reading but here you get 2 choices, either the happy ending right down here, or you skip that one and read the sad ending right below the other one. Fun right?)

As the door was about to open the toddlers attention shifted from the sofa emerging to the door, and soon you saw the child fill with cheerful joy, walking, almost running (a bit woobly) as fast as he could towards the door. And he didn’t stop, he continued straight until he hit the entering mans legs with a thud, his small arms trying to get around them in an embracing hug. 
“Appa!” The child exclaimed happily as he motion with his arms waving frantically upwards that he wanted to be carried. You smiled as the vision before you, and put away the frame to it’s proper place. You were a lucky woman indeed. You walked toward the man who held his son in his arms, asking about his day. 
“Hello.” You said, while watching the two of them interact.
“Did you get anything done on those new songs?” The black haired man nodded with a smile, as his fingers squished the child’s fluffy cheeks. 
“I did, actually. So I’m thinking I’ll stay home the rest of the week, skipping work. I know I’ve been there a lot recently and it’s soon Christmas so I want to stay in. With my family.” As he said the last part, in a low humming voice that sent chills down your spine you also felt a great warmth. These two boys were your family, you all had each other. Nothing else in the world mattered. Yoongi let the boy down, as he had started to loose interest in his father. He took of his jacket, and approached you with a smile. 
“Let’s just be here, our small family over the holidays.” You nodded in agreement and greeted your husband with a hug as he came closer. 
“Maybe.. even doing a little work. On expanding the said family.” He whispered in your ear while resting his arms around your waist, not bothering to hide his smug grin. “Come on babe, let’s have another baby. I love watching Min Hyuk around, and I love you.” His smile changed to something more sincere with submissiveness love.  You met his dark eyes, thinking about it. And why not. You loved your son, you loved your husband. Every bit of him and you in another small human being, well, that couldn’t be so band.
“Let’s do it. Let’s exapand the family.” You said, and with those word the two of you shared a deep kiss while your child was playing in the back with his ‘red’ blocks.


(Down here is the “sad” version. Sorry not sorry ……)

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