mostly love for sure but there are moments when i want to smack him

Infinity - Made in the A.M. series

Originally posted by twofronteeth

Requests: 1. Getting into a fight with h at Anne’s house please. 2. request-going to lunch with h, his family, and your family. (These were two separate requests I just combined them)

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: I’m starting to work on the requests I’ve been sent, thank you so much to everyone who has been sending them! Feel free to send more 


It had been one of the best days you had had with Harry in a while.

Every day you spent with him seemed to be a great day, but he had been really busy lately so the two of you hadn’t been able to do much. You never blamed him, this was the lifestyle you signed on for after all, but you were still grateful for days like this.

The two of you had started the day with a lazy sleep in. Despite it being the late morning you had remained in bed, shifting from lying in each other’s arms to gentle, loving kisses for hours. The two of you shared some long-awaited downtime together, just drinking each other in.

But when the time on your bedside clock had hit 11 o’clock the two of you had begrudgingly gotten out of bed and started getting ready for the day. Anne had been planning this lunch for weeks and the last thing she would have wanted was for the two of you to be late. You both knew how her mind went to the worst case scenario when anyone was more than three minutes late.

So, punctual as ever, Harry’s car rolled into the driveway of his family home right on 12:30. You had gone to open the door to get out but Harry had grabbed your arm to catch your attention. “Hey,” he spoke softly, “I love you.”

You were sure your smile spread from ear to ear as you returned those three little words. You leaned over to place one last gentle kiss on Harry’s lips before you joined both his and your family for lunch.

When you walked in, both your families were already scattered in small groups throughout the house, each in separate conversations. “Y/N!” Anne exclaimed as she saw you walk through the door. She quickly made her way over to you and wrapped you up in a big hug, squeezing you so tight you could hardly breathe. “Good to see you too, Mum,” Harry joked as he stood to the side.

She gave him a light smack on the arm but pulled him into a hug seconds later. “It’s good to see you,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

The two of you spent the next half hour greeting the rest of the family members who were at the gathering and sipping champagne, up until Anne announced that the food was ready. You both took your seats at the table and seconds later Harry had placed his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb.

For a while, everything was complete bliss. Harry was by your side and your family was all around, chatting and eating great food. You had always been very family orientated and times like this were one of the things you loved most in this world.

Everything was going perfectly until your mother brought up your family friend, Isabelle, having a baby last week.

“Hopefully it won’t be long until Harry and Y/N start giving us cute little grandchildren,” Anne said with a grin.

“Well, he better put a ring on it first,” you joked and everyone else laughed along easily.

Everyone, that is, but Harry.

At your words, he hastily removed his hand from your thigh and your laughing was cut short. A few people around the table, as well as yourself, noticed his sour expression, Gemma being one of them. With a quick glance between the two of you, she knew to change the subject.

“I’m thinking of visiting Isabelle and the baby tomorrow if anyone wants to join me,” she broke the silence that had filled the room. By now everyone had noticed that Harry did not appreciate your joke, so everyone was quick to latch onto her subject change.

You, on the other hand, just looked at Harry in confusion. What was his problem? The two of you had been dating for over three years now and had been living together for almost two. Surely marriage is what you were working towards. The two of you had never said it out loud before, but you had thought you had this silent understanding of what you both wanted for the future. But now you were starting to doubt this.

Harry refused to meet your gaze, eyes moving to whoever was speaking at that moment but never engaging in the conversation.

You stared down at your food, no longer feeling at all hungry.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, standing in your chair abruptly.

“You alright love?” Anne looked at you in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just going to the bathroom sorry,” you smiled at her, but it didn’t meet your eyes.

You quickly exited the dining room, acutely aware of Harry standing in his place and following you out. You walked all the way to the other end of the house before turning to face Harry, you didn’t want your families to hear any of this conversation. You opened your mouth to speak but Harry beat you to it.

“What the hell was that Y/N?” he snapped at you.

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RTX2017 2nd RWBY panel summary

I won’t repeat everything from my summary for the first panel, but here is everything that’s new. Better questions this time. Also I missed the first 10 minutes of it, but I might rewatch those in case anything important happened. They went through the new merch very fast this time to have more time for questions.

  • Someone asked about the cinematography change in volume 4 were they went for a more Hollywood-like style of cutting more, doing more close ups with the fight scenes. The answer was too complicated to write it down quickly, but basically they are trying to use different styles together.
  • Someone actually asked about Yang’s arm having a vibrator function. The answers were pretty funny, from yes (for phone calls of course), Barbara saying the hand has a spinning function (for cooking and badass attacks of course), Arryn saying yes (to replace an electrical tooth brush of course).
  • Interesting questions about the limitations of semblances. Basically the limitations are not to make the characters overpowered and imagination. Yang gets stronger the more hits she takes, but when she gets unconscious it was all for nothing, also mention of Qrow’s semblance that goes beyond the battlefield and affects him everywhere. Nora has her semblance because Monty wanted her to jump really high and swing her hammer with much force. Also volume 5 will have more talk about semblances because they know they didn’t establish the rules really well and will fix that.
  • Someone asked about each’s favourite character. Mile’s favourite character is Qrow and during volume 1 – 3 he often felt like smacking Jaune. Kerry’s favourite is mostly whoever was in the last scene he wrote. Arryn’s favourite is Neptune, her least favourite is Mercury. She also hates Adam but loves him as a character. Kara’s least favourite character is Daddy Schnee, her favourites are the other girls on her team. Barbara likes Qrow and Nora, she doesn’t like Mercury, Adam, Neo or just everyone who gets in her way. Lindsay loves Tai, her least favourite is Weiss (more said as a joke). Gray’s favourite character changes with his mood but he wants to punch Adam.
  • Animating the fall of Beacon was extraordinary difficult and a big process.
  • There exist some misprinted shirts that say Fall of Bacon.
  • There was a very cute moment when (despite Miles saying please questions only) a fan said how important RWBY and especially Blake are to her, especially after she came out and got abandoned by her family, she got lots of hugs.
  • Someone asked about cameos but I didn’t know the shows her was talking about, something about Dream Daddy Dating Simulator and Tai being in it (as a joke but who knows). 
  • They also mentioned Qrow here with Lindsay saying he’s not a daddy, Kara(?) saying he is a daddy, and Vic saying in his Qrow voice “I am sure I’m someone’s daddy, I get around, kid, I get around.” To all the Daddy Qrow believers, you might either love or hate this line.
  • Someone asked about the hardest scenes for the voice actors. Lindsay and Barbara both picked the end of volume 3, because both their characters had to act so much out of their usual behaviour and attitude, Yang being completely defeated and a shell of a human being. Kara picked the scene in volume 4 where she talks to Jaques in her room, because it’s the first time you see her that vulnerable. Arryn picked the scene between Blake and Ghira, because being sad for her is easy, but with Daddydonna (her words) it was hard, because there was so much history involved and more depth to her sadness.
  • Someone asked about the deleted _NP_ vs S__N fight in volume 3 (by the way, they describe the scene in detail in the volume 3 director’s commentary) where Pyrrha and Nora were supposed to fight Neptune and Sun. The reason they picked Nora to fight with Pyrrha was that they knew how dark everything would get and wanted to put as many lighthearted and funny fights into this volume as possible. The idea was to see Nora and Pyrrha get along, to have a lot of energy and lightheartedness with the two of them.
  • We will probably get more details about gen:lock next week. Also dishwasher1910 made the teaser poster for gen:lock.
Wouldn’t it be nice?

The only form of light currently available to the Losers was Bill’s crummy car interior light. They had impulsively decided to take a night time drive (for an adventure! Bill had explained) and the seat upholstery was currently making the back of Eddie’s legs itch. But he didn’t voice his complaint as in the past half hour they’d been driving, Stan had passively expressed a desire to escape the horror that was the back seat of Bills car. Stan was not good at dealing with being squished between Richie and Ben. Eddie blamed claustrophobia or whatever it was called when Richie Tozier just became too much for you to deal with. So Bill suddenly took a hard lane switch to pull over at Stan’s 90th complaint. Eddie had been regretfully kicked out of his place in the front seat to take Stan’s deserted space. The car beeped annoyingly as Eddie hopped down and his shoes hit the ground. He looked up briefly to  give Stan a glare, who replied with a pleased shrug. Eddie tried to give Beverly a pleading look to switch for the middle row seat but she shook her head. Mike was a no-go, he liked to be behind Bill so he could give him directions. 

So Eddie slunk down in the middle of the last row, Richie giving him a shit-eating grin the whole time. “Bite the big one, Rich.” he grumbled as he buckled and Bill finally pulled back onto the road.  Eddie could barely hear the radio from his current spot but caught a very static rendition of  ‘Miss You’. He huffed and leaned back into his seat. He only glanced up when he heard Richie start to softly giggle. Her scrunched up his nose and raised an eyebrow. Richie pointed across Eddie at Ben who was taking a good, long look at Beverly. He snickered again but Eddie smacked him on the arm. 

“Y’know it’s funny Eds. He’s lovesick.” 

Eddie glanced to his left to observe the lovesick boy in question. He sighed and leaned closer to Richie, chin tilted upwards. “How do ya think this is gonna end up anyway?” he asked. They didn’t talk about the tension that existed between Bev, Ben and Bill often. Mostly because there really wasn’t tension visible but they all knew it was there. 

“Well, I’m sure if it’s the way Ben hopes, he’ll be losing his virginity.” Richie chuckled again and Eddie rolled his eyes, annoyed and smacked him again. 

“ow, jeez Eds, you know you’re stronger than you look?” Richie titled his chin down only to catch Eddies irritated look. “ahh, I don’t know Eddie. None of us do…i’m sure they’ll figure it out when they’re older.” Richie shrugged. He did that often, pushing all the answers to his problems to being an adult because by then they’d be mature enough to  just know, right? Eddie seemed to cringe at the mention of adulthood. 

“Wouldn’t it be better to figure it out now? They’d have more time together that way.” Eddie whispered back. Richie shook his head, glasses catching a glare from the yellowy car light. He took notice of the puzzled look on his friends face and chewed on his cheek. Richie himself didn’t have a positive outlook for adulthood either but he couldn’t help but feel Eddie felt it was impending doom at the moment. 

“It might not be so bad, Eds. They’ll work it out and have a nice life and I see you having the pretty boring domestic future of your dreams!” He toned his chuckle to a softer whispered giggle again. Eddie huffed, rolling his head back. 

“You really think that’s what I want?” Eddies whisper seemed a lot more offended and insecure and Richie worried if there was a double meaning to the question. He cleared his throat. He was about to reply when Eddie spoke again, picking at the hem of his pants. “I don’t even know if I’ll get married.” 

“Really? I think you’re tailor made for marriage. Girls love guys who’ll be whipped enough to do whatever they want.” He laughed loud enough that time that Bev turned her head. He faded it off at the sight of Eddies still offended face. “That was a little joke..ha…’bout that big.” Richie held up his pointer finger and thumb with barely any space between them to show how small and cornered he felt. 

“That’s not what I meant. I just don’t think it’ll happen for me…I’m not that lucky.” Eddie sighed and sounded heavily upset for someone who’d not but moments ago told Richie to ‘Bite the big one.’ 

“Well. If neither of us are married by the time were thirty, we could get married.” Richie had started that off like a joke but as he got further into the sentence, it started to sound more like a genuine offer. Eddie head snapped up so fast, Richie could’ve sworn he got whiplash just by looking. 

“That’s a lame joke, Rich. even for you.” 

“So maybe it wasn’t a joke.” Richie shrugged, turning to look out the window like he wasn’t thinking himself to death. He heard Eddies breathing hitch, he focused on the blurs of the street instead. He was expecting a classic flustered Eddie response but was pleasantly shocked. 

“Why do you think I won’t be married when I’m thirty?” Eddie bumped his shoulder, tongue poking out of the corner of his smile. Richie pretended to be thinking up a list of possible answers, counting his fingers. Eddie smacked his hands down that were now up to eight. “You’re high maintenance.” he stuck his tongue out at him. 

“Oh so are you!” Eddie whisper shouted. Richie chuckled again. 

“That’s why we’re good together, Eds.” He shrugged. Eddie gave him a look as if to say ‘Is that so?’ so Richie kept going. “Wouldn’t it be nice, us annoying each other until we die?” He giggled again, Eddie’s giggle driving him into more. They went quiet again, listen to the static radio,the tapping of Bevs shoe, Mikes directions, Stans loud wondering as to where they were going, Bills constant reply of ‘somewhere Fun!’ , and Bens quiet snores. 

“You think we’ll still know each other when we’re thirty?” Eddie suddenly whispered. Richie knew he’d meant all seven of them but he still said his answer.. 

“I’m telling ya Eds, we’ll be married!” 

Eddie couldn’t stop laughing, leaning back into Richie’s shoulder.

Midnight Circus

Originally posted by jeonilys

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→  reader
☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au
☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”

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There was always that rush of excitement when summer came—that feeling of freedom and the urge to run wild bursting at the seems. That’s how it was for most people, not you. When the sun shines with no end was something entirely different for you. Summer meant no school, known of those fellow classmates or teachers on your back. Your lively classmates bubbled in anticipation of the bell, the one thing that would free them from this white tiled prison for months. Just one last ring and I’m outta here, you thought. When it finally came you giggled at the students who jumped out of their seats, mostly guys, they huddled together as if they’d just one the state championship. The teacher attempted to calm them but eventually gave up, who could blame them?

Come on, Y/N!

Your friends beckoned you to hurry up and follow them out the door, that was currently being bombarded with the whole class. There was no point in rushing, so you told them to go ahead with you. They only shook their heads. You were the resident ‘good girl’ of your group of friends—as good as a high school senior could get at least. As quickly as you could look up you were left in the empty class room, you looked at the reminder the suddenly came up on your phone. You hadn’t received your grade for year yet so you waited around at the main office for them. Sitting on the bench outside, you waited patiently, looking through your phone until your teacher came out. 

Ms. Y/L/N, here you go.” You stood up and grabbed the thin folder from her, flipping through it really quick to make sure it was yours. “Enjoy you’re summer- Oh and congratulations on your graduation.” 

“Thank you.” You two exchanged smiles before she scurried back to her office, anxious to leave this place. She was probably happier to be on summer break than the students in this school. If you had to deal with these terrors in a few months you would too, you had to sit in a class room with them but she has to teach them. 

Striding down the hall, you looked over the paper, looking over your grades for the past year. One C out of a list of A’s. You glared down at the letter, one project with that delinquent nearly depleted your grade point average—you never forgave him for that and you weren’t planning on it. A few steps and you were at your car, fumbling with your keys to open the car door. You dropped them on the pavement. Just as quick as they fell you bent down to get it but you were stopped as an all too familiar black boot kicked it away. 

Jeon Jungkook. He quickly had your keys in his hands. You tried to snatch them back but he only gave you a smug grin as your cheeks were already reddening in frustration.

“What do you want.” You spat crossing your arms, eliciting a snort from him. 

Jungkook was what some would call a fuck-boy, a bad boy, a hearthrob; just to name a few. But you had other names for him, a waste of a good looking human being; in short. He did what he wanted and could care less if his stupid decisions affected you or anyone else—he loves himself with no shame whatsoever. His charming glances and charismatic ways of talking may have had everyone at his mercy but he wasn’t fooling you—not for a second.

“Chill, I just wanted to wish you a good summer, what’s the harm in that?” He said

Oh please, you wanted to wipe that grin right off of his face.

“Anytime you try to talk to me, you mean harm. Jungkook, I don’t have time for this.” You attempted to snatch the keys once again but he blocked your attempts by putting his hands far from your reach. “Give me my keys back!” You crossed your arms, waiting for him to stop being childish and hand them over.

“Come on, are you serious?” He laughed. “You’re panties are still in a bunch about that-…what was it again?” He tilted his head in thought, “Collaborative project.” He signed quotation marks with his fingers.

“Since you obviously don’t have the best of memory, I’ll remind you of what you did to me. While we were supposed to be finishing the project the night before. I had finish it by myself. While you decided you’d go roof topping with your friends, on the school, during an open house—which, by the way has to be one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had. You could’ve been arrested, not that I would care.” You huffed, already feeling yourself getting heated by the combination of the pounding sun and your rising anger. He was sporadic and impulsive, he said what he was thinking and went with the moment—all the time, and it was annoying. 

“But did I get caught? No, I didn’t- And you were a doll for keeping your lips shut about it, baby girl.” He tapped the bottom of your chin and you jerked back, smacking his hand away. You hated when he’d call you that, it was a nickname he came to like because of one incident. There was a tornado warning in the area, when it touched down you sat in the corner of the room, you closed your ears he could’ve sworn he saw tears.

The day before the due date you got hit with a bad virus and couldn’t take in the project so you gave the responsibility to him—bad idea, a horrifyingly bad idea. He never came to your house to pick it up—he didn’t even go to school that day, your teacher was convinced that Jungkook got you to skip school until you explained to her that you were bedridden. To this day, you still don’t know where he went, and you really don’t care anymore.

“I kept my lips shut because I wasn’t going through that for you. When I texted you to tell you I was sick, and politely asked you to pick up the project and turn it in you left me on read! And never freaking showed up. Honestly, how rude can someone be…” 

“Ok, and? You stress over ever fucking little thing, it was one project.” He retorted, those distinct eyebrows taunting you with every little facial quirk. You snatched the keys from his hand, getting in to your car and slamming the door. 

He knocked on the window—your stupid self actually let it down. 

“What.” Your hands firmly on the wheel as you were getting ready to pull out.

“You never gave me back my headphones, the ones I left at your place. I need them back.” You had to laugh, you know he doesn’t think your just gonna hand over his stuff after all the things he’s put you through. He’s not entitled to anything that has to do with you.

You had something he wanted. You smirked, the tables have finally turned. 

“Ah, you mean the black ones with the blue on the sides?” He nodded, “Yeah, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about, you must be thinking about another girls house, I know you probably lose count.” You cooed, close lipped grinning like the petty person you were.

“I know you have them, quit being petty and hand them over.” His attempt to push you in a corner was working to him but in reality it was failing miserably.

“Now i’m definitely not giving them to you, even if I did have them, which I don’t, you won’t be seeing them anytime soon.” You could tell by the way his tongue protruded against his cheek, he wasn’t happy with you. You assumed he would escalate the argument but he only laughed, you frowned. “Why are you laughing?”

“None of your damn business.” With that he walked back to where he left from and you willed yourself not to pay him any mind. You get a whole three months free of him, annoying classmates and the school in general. 

Life was looking pretty good right about now.

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Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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Saturdays Pt 2

Genre: Smut/fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: SMUT straight up smut, swearing, light spanking, dirty talk, blow job, cunningilus, but mostly just vanilla sex

Word Count: 7625

Here’s my second ever smut! I’m not 100% happy with it, but I really enjoyed writing their relationship dynamic. Dedicated to @jungkxook @jungblue and @tayegi :)

Part 1

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Jungkook carried you through the entryway of your bathroom and gently placed you on the cool tiles, his strong hands firmly gripped at your hips to pull your body into his. After leaving a fleeting kiss against your temple, he leaned over the deep bathtub and twisted the knob so that steaming water was flooding the inside. He quickly turned his attention back to you and tugged at the hem of your hoodie with a quiet whine.

“Eager to see me naked?” you joked as you pulled the sweatshirt over your head.

When you emerged from underneath, you didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes hungrily drank in your shirtless figure–his usually wide and innocent eyes darkening as he noticed that you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Deciding to take advantage of his piqued interest, you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your leggings and slowly pushed them down your legs before stepping out of them and lazily kicking them in the general direction of the hamper.

Jungkook stared at you momentarily, his intense gaze almost making you self-conscious, before he groaned, low and deep, and closed the distance between you to run his chilly fingers down your spine. Goosebumps tickled your exposed flesh, only growing even more prominent when his hands found purchase on your ass. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the way he was slowly kneading the muscles–his touch and the cool air hitting your skin causing your nipples to harden and grow sensitive with every subtle graze of his clothed chest against yours.

He leaned down and connected your lips in a much more urgent and feverish kiss than the one you shared in the living room just moments before.

“Yes, I am,” he nearly moaned into your mouth, his full lower lip grazing yours with every syllable. He lightly nipped at your bottom lip and ran his fingernails along the backs of your upper thighs.

“Aside from the disappointingly few nudes you blessed me with, I didn’t get to see all this,” he ran his hands up your torso until he was massaging your breasts, “for three months. I suffered without you.”

“You mean your dick suffered,” you playfully remarked, drawing a sweet chuckle from Jungkook’s chest.

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Burnouts, Booze, and Babes

Originally posted by butaer

Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are just two small town best friends, getting drunk too often and making big plans they’ll probably never achieve. Taehyung takes it upon himself to teach Jeongguk all of the proper ways to have sex, and Jeongguk swears he’s just hanging around because Taehyung’s good in bed. Who would have thought these small town losers, who used to smoke behind the school, would become jewelers at the biggest department store in Seoul. [Pre Givenchy & Gold]
Pairing: Jeongguk x Taehyung
Word Count: 32.850
Rating: M
Warnings: too much sex, too many kinks, mentions of drug use, Taehyung calling Jeongguk so many nasty things, two bros chilling 5ft apart in a hot tub (“swear I’m not gay”), switching, uhhhh daddy kink
A/N: @blueagust and I have basically spent the last couple weeks screaming at each other about Taehyung and Jeongguk’s history from her story Givenchy&Gold, and with the little restraint I have, this happened. Lou, this is an absolute mess and I probably destroyed your entire fic timeline, but happy early Kwanza or some shit (which is totally an excuse Tae gives when he’s buying Jeon another pair of earrings.) This is not good enough for you but I hope you like it anyway!!

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Submitted by @vampirequeenoffan

[Edit] I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU COMBINED THREE OF MY FAVORITE AUS INTO ONE FIC, BLESS YOU

No but really this was great and I’d love to read more of it, I find the idea super interesting, like sirens are such a common and wellknown threat that lifeguards are hired specifically for their ability to resist them, super cool!

Sorry it took me a little while to respond to this, I enjoyed it so much I wanted to draw a lil smth for it




There was a time of the evening when it was easiest to strike. Sock had gotten it down to a science. When it got darker and cooler, the crowd on the beach thinned, and so too did the number of lifeguards. Three, two, and then just one, standing watch over the tourists still milling about on the sand and splashing around in the shallows. One life guard, however watchful, couldn’t keep track of everything at once, and there were blind spots to be exploited if you knew where they were.

Needless to say, Sock did.

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team-bughead  asked:

Could I please request a hot smutty one where betty and jughead have a deal where they can't touch each other for like 48 hours, but they are both teasing each other in that time and one of them breaks (you can decide who) followed by lots of smut. I feel slightly embarrassed to request this 😂

love, love, love this one! Again sorry for the wait, i want to do all your ideas justice so sometimes it takes a while to churn them out! Anyway I hope you enjoy this love and thankyou for your support and encouragement on my work! I love you x

warnings: SMUT!!!!

YOU CAN LOOK BUT YOU CAN’T TOUCH:

HOUR ZERO:

It was hot.  More than hot actually, in fact Jughead was almost positive this summer was more akin to hell on earth.

It was early July and the heat had already exceeded Riverdale records, making it clear they were on track for a sweltering, unbearable few months.

And for the teenager whose wardrobe mostly consisted of layers, flannels, denim, and leather and of course the renowned beanie the heat wasn’t exactly a cause for celebration.

Jughead groaned, head hitting the back of the vibrant leather booth he was sprawled across. The curser on his laptop screen blinked at him obnoxiously- a reminder of the words that would not come.  

The agitated boy glanced around the crowed diner, finding even more cause for frustration. It seemed as though half of Riverdale’s population had decided to seek refuge in the Chok’lit Shoppe, making it a little harder for Jughead to enjoy the air conditioned space he felt even more at home in than his foster house.

Just as he was spiralling into another brooding monologue about the woes of wanting to get a refill but dreading losing his booth, the bells at the entrance chimed, signalling the arrival of another patron.

It wasn’t just any patron though; it was the one bright spot in this god awful summer. It was the one thing that was making all his suffering, completely and utterly worth it.

And that was Betty Cooper, clad in a tiny sundress that showed off her gorgeous, long, tan legs.

Her eyes scanned briefly around the crowded space before landing on Jughead; lighting up when they met his and skipping happily over to his booth.

“Hey you,” he greeted, unable to keep the smile off his face in her presence.

“Hi,” Betty returned sliding in beside him before placing her lips over his.

Jughead relaxed into the kiss, savouring the taste of her lips which were much more refreshing than any cold beverage could have been.

As she pulled away Jughead couldn’t help but notice the dewy glint on her skin, the heat obviously affecting her too.  He licked his lips, unable to resist the enticing sheen and wanting nothing more than the trace the column of her neck with his tongue.

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dancing in a snow globe | shawn mendes

AKA THE SEQUEL TO “POEMS I WOULD WRITE YOU”

AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART TWO

MY MASTERLIST

word count: 10,143 (you didn’t think it was possible for this to be longer than the last one, did you?)

author’s note: thank you all SO, SO MUCH for all your feedback on part one (which you should probably read before you start this, and you can find it HERE). this second part covers sophomore year, and it’s a bit more nsfw so, like, don’t read this at work or your grandmother’s house, ya feel? i’m dedicating it to emily aka @saysweartogod bc she’s been my main cheerleader and literally revived herself from the dead to tell me to finish this. title comes from “you are in love” by taylor swift. enjoy xo


Your name: submit What is this?

i.

It had always been strange to you that time never felt consistent. One second could feel as though it stretched out into several eons, but three months could be compressed into one blink. As your freshman year of college ended, you felt like you weren’t looking around enough to notice the changes: the trees becoming lush with green leaves again, sweatshirts becoming t-shirts becoming tank tops, your boyfriend becoming more open, more kindhearted, more incredible with each passing day.

As your sophomore year progressed, you learned two things:

  1. You were in love, and
  2. You had no idea what to do about it.

But let’s start a bit before that.

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You Were In Screaming Color, Pt. 1

Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Angst, swearing, bullying by antisemitism

Requested: No

Author’s Note: This fandom has an abysmal lack of stenbrough and I intend to remedy that. I’ve been trying for a while to get this idea down on paper for a million different ships and even some of my OCs. But you know what, I have finally found the perfect ship: Stan the Man and Stuttering Bill! The title for this piece comes from Taylor Swift’s song Out Of the Woods. A huge thank you to @biilldenbrough for reading this and letting me hurt her feelings with this. (Thanks, Kait!) This is a soulmate!au (because I’m always a slut for soulmate!aus) and modern day!losers club so please enjoy!

Originally posted by teapotsandroses

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Caught by your linen eyes, let them fool

This is for the lovely and incomparable @inbetweenwars, who, when they heard that I’ve been too sick to work and couldn’t manage to buy @essiecorking‘s fanbook, ‘an invincible love’, offered to buy me it as a gift. I’ve truly never met another person willing to do something so selfless for somebody they’ve never met, and only to cheer me up and bring happiness that they won’t benefit from, so due to the fact that they will not take payment of any kind, here is a small kagehina fic dedicated to them <333 I feel it’s not enough to convey my endless gratitude and how touched I am by your actions, but nevertheless.

This is the promised third year kagehina, as they discuss the future and finally realise their dumb feelings for one another. I call it ‘fluff without plot’, which translates as FWP, which also sounds like a noise Hinata would make.

2K, teen & up audiences <33

Title from a beautiful song, Colourway by Novo Amor



“How do you think we’ll see each other?” Hinata asks, after he’s taken out the ice lolly from his mouth with a loud, sloppily satisfying slurp.

Kageyama turns his head on the grass, his own lollipop freezing in mid-air as he frowns over at Hinata. “What do you mean?” He asks. “We’re seeing each other right now, dumbass.”

Hinata tsks in the back of his throat, something he’s taught himself to do in order to appear more authoritative to the first years. “No, bakageyama.” He sighs, long-suffering, as if he’s dealing with another one of the new recruits that Hinata has to teach how to catch a ball. “How do you think we’ll see one another when we’re older?”

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Just Another Word I Never Learned to Pronounce

am i late as usual? fuck yeah i am

Benefit of the Doubt caused far more suffering than I anticipated, so here, have some post-angst fluff for your wounds. XD (Bonus points to whoever gets the song reference before clicking this. ;P) 

(With a small surprise cameo from @jd-illustrates lmao i’M SORRY, UR ASK WAS JUST TOO PERFECT FOR THIS)

i am totally the king of awkwardly placed time skips

Previous works in chronological order:  Hired, Lovestarved, Trial & Trust, Deeper Than Skin, A Small Solace, In Sickness and in Health, Benefit of the Doubt

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“I love you.”

It was a phrase Black Hat had started hearing often from Flug. Admittedly, it took a lot of getting used to.

Love. He’d always thought of it as such a revolting concept. Yet, he’d feel something strange whenever the doctor said it to him. Something… pleasant.

Even more shockingly, he found he had a desire to say it back. Gross.

……… But still though. How is he to do that?

Every time he’s tried to even say it, he gags on his own words. Ugh, it’s so stupid. Flug must think it’s ridiculous, trying to return a phrase so simple only to back out every time after choking on just the damn “L”.

No, it is ridiculous. Black Hat won’t let some– some dumb word get the best of him!

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Passing Ships

Summary: Sam and Eileen spend a night together after an unplanned meeting. I am sailing this ship hard.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2400

A/N: Hope y’all are in the mood for some Saileen. XOXO


Sam recognizes Eileen from the punch she’s throwing. He can’t see her face, but he doesn’t need to. He can see her in the graceful push of her arm, in the whip-sharp way it cuts through the air and connects with the thing’s jaw. The vampire hits the brick wall with a loud thud, crumpling just a little before throwing his own punch. She ducks just in time.

Sam actually stops to watch for a second. He’d wondered if she’d be here, since it was an obvious case and close to the town where she had an apartment, one she called home most of the time.

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Submit (Loki x Reader)

Request: Hey. I was wondering if you could write a Loki x reader where like the reader is mad at him and he apologises and that leads to smut. Loki lets the reader dominate him, being the first time he has ever submitted to someone and he is really loud. And at the end, Loki has a subdrop and the reader is really sweet and takes care of him. Thank you and sorry for any mistakes but English isn’t my native language.

Authors Note: Jesus balls, this one is long. Like, 1600 something words. Fucking hell… also, I lack experience with subdrops, so I hope it’s kind of acurate? Also, sub!Loki is hella hot. Like, jesus. 

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

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Convinced

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

8) “Put your pants on.”

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

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

Type: Fluff/slight smut


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…but apparently you’re into that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Originally posted by wonhobe