my hands and noses are awful

givenchy & gold (m.)

;pairing — jungkook/reader

;warnings — sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking 

;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.

;word count — 20k im so sorry

part i | part ii (coming soon!)

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His || Jungkook || 0.18

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a jealous!Betty fic where Jughead befriends a tough girl who's basically the girl version of him at south side high so Betty feels insecure and tries to be more like the girl (short skirts, dark makeup, messy hair,etc.)? Thank you!!!

She was tucked into their normal booth at pops, sandwiched between Kevin and Veronica as she stared longingly at her boyfriend a few booths away, he was laughing and his arm was slung lazily over River Lewis. The one girl in the entire town who was sure to make Betty dig her nails into her palms and tighten her ponytail.

River was one of Jugheads new friends from the Southside, she was moody and sexy and she was everything Betty wished she could be, the girl had made it very clear she wasn’t interested in being Betty’s friend and seemed to be monopolizing all of Jugheads time as of lately. Of course Betty was happy he was making friends and it made her heart lighter to see him laughing and enjoying himself, but the tug in her heart was inevitable when he chose to sit with his new friends instead of her, the way he leaned into River would have any girlfriend feeling a little sick.

“She’s nothing compared to you B, she’s nasty and she’s a brat.” Veronica spoke quietly into her ear as she squeezed her shoulder. Betty looked up gratefully and sighed

“I just feel like he keeps pulling away.. like I’m not enough anymore. Like.. maybe this isn’t what he wants.” She gestured to her cheerleading uniform and dropped her head to Kevin’s shoulder, sighing miserably.

Kevin and Veronica shared a glance over their forlorn best friends head

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kevin asked with a wicked smile

Veronica nodded and smirked
“You’re the one that I want Grease Makeover?” She asked.

Kevin nodded

Betty looked up a confused look in her eyes as he friends dragged her out of the booth
“What?” She asked, daring a glance in Jugheads direction, he was staring at her,a curious look in his eyes as he moved to stand, River slapped a hand to his thigh dragging him back down.

Something hardened in Betty’s eyes before she turned away from the scene, smiling at her friends
“What are we waiting for?”

The next day at school went by excruciatingly slow, she had been assured by Archie that Jughead would be at Pops today and part two of her plan would come into play. Part one had been ignoring all of his text messages and having Alice send him away when he came to her door last night. Veronica had held her hand as her boyfriend begged her mother to let him speak to her.

“He’s been taking advantage of you B, you need to show him what he’s going to lose if he doesn’t fix this.”

She stood outside Pops, her fingers shaking as Veronica ran the lipgloss over her already fairly glossy lips.

“Alright Sandra dee. I think we’re ready, how do you feel?” Veronica asked.

Betty took a deep breath

“I’m ready.” She smiled taking one final glance at the reflection in Veronica’s car, she didn’t even recognize herself.

Betty had on a short, tight leather skirt and loose white crop top that perfectly showed her toned stomach and tan skin. Her feet were tucked into tall wedges and her long blonde hair was left loose and messy, looking perfectly wind blown. Her bright green eyes looked even brighter under the dark black eyeliner and heavy mascara, her perfect heart shaped lips were cherry red and she smacked the gum between her lips.

“A masterpiece, if I wasn’t gay..” Kevin trailed off causing Betty to giggle and straighten her shoulders.

“Let’s do this.” She slung the old leather jacket she had borrowed from her mother overhear shoulder and followed Veronica into the Diner. The diner went silent as soon as the group stepped foot on the marble floor.

Jughead hopped up when he saw Veronica his eyes instantly looking for Betty, he started walking towards the group but stopped dead when he saw Betty his jaw dropping.

“Betty?” He whispered

At his unfamiliar look Betty instantly felt all of those insecurities build up again, she struggled to keep her arms at her side, her natural instinct to hide in herself was bubbling to the surface, but when a boy in a serpents jacket let out the first low wolf whistle, she let out a relived breath. Suddenly it seemed every member from the Southside was drawn to her and she giggled as they tripped over themselves to get a better look.

Veronica winked and led Betty to a booth, Kevin shaking his fingers in a few boys faces to back them off.

Just as she was about to settle into the booth, she felt a warm hand grip her upper arm, his fingers familiar even under the leather. Looking up she swallowed at the intensity in her boyfriend eyes.

“Can we talk?” He asked quietly, his eyes running over her body as he licked his lips, she turned to go with him but Veronica kicked her under the table and Kevin shook his head.
Pulling her arm free Betty sat down in the seat

“I’m staying here, we can talk later. I think River is waiting for you.” She nodded her head to the dark haired girl shooting daggers in their direction.

Understanding instantly dawned in Jugheads eyes and he reached a hand out to Betty’s cheek


She turned her face quickly, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall
“Not now Jughead.” She whispered.

He stared at her completely heartbroken

“Elizabeth Cooper right?” Jughead whipped around to see Noah, a prominent member of the serpents, leaning casually against Betty’s booth

“That’s my name” she smiled at the boy and jughead stumbled back.

“I dig your look.” He said dropping down into the empty space Jughead had just left.

Oh absolutely not.

Jughead straightened his Serpent jacket and reached for Betty’s hand, pulling her out of the booth and towards the door, as she stomped indignantly.

“Jughead Jones! Let me go!” He swung her around as soon as they hit outside.

His lips attacked her as she gasped, her fingers instinctively digging into his dark waves as he ran his hands over the bare skin of her legs before sliding under her shirt.

She pulled away abruptly

“No!” She said shoving him away and adjusting her top her hands trembling

“Betty?” Jughead asked moving towards her

“No. this isn’t me, if this is what you want… if this is who I have to be to get you to pay me attention… maybe I’m not the right girl for you.” Her eyes filled with tears and he shook his head frantically

“No! I love you. I love you, I love who you are. You never have to change for me. I cannot lose you. You look amazing but you’re right this isn’t you.” His hands tugged on the short skirt as he trailed his fingers over her thighs, his breathe close to her face.

“But.. River.. ” she whispered, her nose touching his as he nuzzled it gently

“She’s funny and she reminds me of me, but she’s no Betty Cooper, I’m so sorry I made you feel like you had to be something else, I would never want that. I love you for who you are, I know I’ve been an awful boyfriend, it’s this whole balancing act. Consider me properly aware, I’m not letting you out of my sight.. especially dressed like this.” His eyes hungrily scanned her face as he dropped a kiss to her lips.

Betty giggled, dropping her forehead to his
“I want you to spend time with your friends, but.. maybe spend some time with me too okay?” She smiled

He nodded aggressively
“You can count on it.”

Betty grabbed his hand and headed into Pops
“Okay let’s go show them who your girlfriend really is.” She beamed as Jughead laughed tightening an arm around her waist

“It’s a damn honor”

Alex Nylander - Cuddles

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins

Request : “  So I think the requests are open? I’m not sure? But could you do something with Alex nylander (if you wrote for him, if not then just willy instead)? And something about his hair? I LOVE ALL YOUR WORK!! “

Thank you love, I’m glad you enjoy my work.

Also, yes, my requests are open, I just have been a bit behind lately. 

Warnings: none, just a lot of cuddling

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love, love, love // liam dunbar

request : please please please write a Liam imagine taking place back at that scene when Hayden and Liam “made love” but instead of Hayden can you replace it with the reader? and it could be cute and stuff

word count: 1.5k

 You could tell by the disheartened way Liam was watching you slip on your- or rather, his- sweatshirt that he didn’t want you to leave just yet. It was nearing eleven o'clock at night, on a school night no less, and you probably should have been making your way home a half hour ago, but the persistent younger boy had encouraged you to stay just a little while longer. You had originally said that you’d stay for only ten more minutes, though that had quickly turned into an hour. 

  The plump pout of Liam’s lips when you walked over to his bed and swooped down to kiss him goodbye only further confirmed your suspicions. He didn’t even bother to kiss back, slumped against his headboard and glaring. You sighed as he began to insist you stay longer, as expected. “C’mon, pleeaaaseee stay over. Just a little longer, Y/N,” he clung to your hand, whining. “Pretty please, baby,” he batted his eyelashes at you. 

   You reluctantly shook out of his desperate grip, shaking your head. “Aw, Liam,  you know I would but your parents are gonna be home in a bit and my mom doesn’t want me out this late with school in the morning.” You leaned down again, a hand winding through Liam’s soft hair and down to his cheek, this time kissing the side of his face instead of his lips. Liam pulled you back down toward him, arms around your waist and his nose nuzzling your neck affectionately. “You- you’re, aw, stop, Liam! You’re making me not wanna leave,” you mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 

    “Good,” he muttered, planting a kiss on your mouth. “Don’t. You can stay, my parents won’t be home until after school tomorrow.” With that pleading, yet adoring, look in his eyes, he gazed at you. And you gave in. He knew you were sleeping over for the first time ever when you reached for your phone in your back pocket, a defeated sigh escaping your lips. 

   “I’ll text my mom and say I’m at Lydia’s.” An ecstatic smile gracing his ever handsome face, your boyfriend pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You couldn’t help but grin back at him. He had one of those infectious smiles. He didn’t smile like that too often, only on the rarest of occasions when with crowds of people. But every time he looked at you like that, you felt warm. Sometimes, the warmth was so overwhelming you had to look away. He was too bright. Looking at him smile was like looking at the sun, basking in its warmth, after not being able to feel it shine on your face for months. 

   “You’re doing your thinking face,” he said, tapping your nose. You shyly smiled back at him, nodding as you rolled off his lap and sat next to him on his bed. His hand looped around your waist. “Whatcha thinking ‘bout, pretty girl?” 

   Another smile exchanged between the both of you as you said, “You, of course. What else?”

   “Don’t make me blush.” He ducked his head, nose wrinkled with displeasure at the fact that his cheeks were now turning a quite lovely shade of pink. “I’m glad you’re thinking about me. I’m always thinking about you. You’ve been on my mind since the day we met and you haven’t left it since.” 

    His flirting skills had improved very much so, you had to admit it. You didn’t even have time to reply to his rather smooth comment. Liam was already tucking his hand behind your head and smoothing out the strands of your hair, pulling you toward him. His mouth on yours, soft in the way he kissed and the way they felt on yours. Liam, surprisingly enough, was very shy when it came to his relationship with you. Hesitant to kiss at first, to display affection in public, to hug you, to touch you. He was pretty nervous most of the time, but it had been much worse when he had first tried to ask you to be his girlfriend. You were the stunning, confident, intelligent, funny, kind, sweet, overall lovely older girl that Liam adored with all of his heart, even before you had reciprocated his feelings. 

   This was precisely the reason why you were just a bit startled when he deepened the kiss, his lips pressing harder and faster against yours and his hands easily gliding down your body until they rested firmly on your hips. Your lipgloss smeared against his mouth as he kissed more urgently, shifting you up onto his lap. His hands curved down your back as your hands slid up to his hair, soft as silk when you tugged at it. Pulling at his hair seemed to only excite him further, and you suddenly felt a light squeeze on your butt, one with enough pressure to cause you to buck your hips slightly. 

   Liam pulled away, swallowing down the light gasp he had almost let out at the feeling of you grinding up against him. Anything you did pretty much turned him on, but things like this made him practically die right there. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed shakily, staring up at this goddess on his lap and wondering how in the world he had gotten so lucky. “Baby, please, can- can we…” Not knowing how to approach this, he stopped, hoping you’d catch on. 

  And you did. Cupping his cheek, gazing into his loving blue eyes, you wanted it, too. “I’d be your first, wouldn’t I?” You asked him. He nodded, and for a moment, the thought that he was too inexperienced to love you properly crossed his mind. “Oh, my Liam. Are you sure you want it to be with me? I don’t want it to be a disappointment, less than you’ve been expecting-” he placed a finger over your lips. 

   “I’m sure,” he said softly. “I’ve never been so sure. I want my first time to be with someone I love, and you’re the one I love. I love you.” He kissed your forehand, your nose, the center of each cheek, the corner of your lips, your chin, your lips themselves. “Let me… let me make love to you. Hm? Please? Can we?” 

    “Okay,” you whispered to him, capturing his lips in a kiss once again and this time trying your damnedest not to let go. You had to though, in the moment where he was eagerly taking his sweatshirt off of you, exhaling at the breathtaking sight of you in just your bra and panties. And then he was kissing down your chest, your stomach, your inner thighs, all over your beautiful body. He planted kisses across your neck, scattering bruises along your collarbones, low enough so that no one would see them or know about them but the two of you. His head was spinning. He could barely think straight; his action no longer felt like his own anymore and he was strangely fine with it. His shirt was off soon enough, your hands running up and down his bare chest, and then he was on top of you, and everything was perfect. 

   You were curled up next to Liam with nothing but his long sweater on again, knees pulled up to your chest and one of your hands holding his as you began to drift off to sleep. Liam was staring up at his ceiling, his free hand resting over his heart, which was still beating incredibly fast. There was a stupid grin etched permanently onto his face, and he wasn’t sure it was going to come off anytime soon. He felt like he was glowing. There was an angel sleeping beside him, a girl who had set his heart ablaze and ignited every cell in his body. 

    He shook you awake, turning on the lamp and rolling on his side to gaze at you as you opened your eyes at him. “Y/N?” 

    “Yes, my love?” You mumbled, one side of your face smushed into the pillow. He took a breath. 

    “Is this real?” 

    “Is what real?” 

    “This,” he gestured between the two of you, “us, what we just did, everything, you and me, me and you. Is it real, or am I dreaming a really nice dream that’s going to kill me when I wake up in the morning and figure out it wasn’t real?” He seemed genuinely concerned, so you pecked him on the lips gently. 

   “We’re real,” you said. 

    “Kiss me again, just to prove it.” He tapped his lips expectantly, and you obliged. He paused. “Again?” You kissed him again. “One more time, pretty please?” You kissed him once more, before wrapping your arms around his waist and cuddling up against him, the words I love you slipping out of your mouth in an almost silent prayer. Love, love, love. It was the last thing on his mind when he finally went to sleep that night, and the first thing he thought of when he woke up that morning and saw that you were still sleeping soundly beside him. He had never felt so warm. 


…I can not believe that with my own two eyes I’m actually seeing Kai stopping Suho from touching Sehun while posing for a damn chicken ad.

It’s Solomons now.

Alfie x reader Shelby!Sibling

Request: Hey could I request an Alfie Solomons imagine where you’re a Shelby and it’s your wedding day to alfie and could you include some drama about trouble with your family on the day or something please ?😍😍

“Tommy, I hope you know I’m gonna marry her.”

“Not a fucking chance Solomons, over my dead bloody body.”

“We will see.”

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Okay but can you imagine lazy Sunday mornings with luke like he doesn’t have practice and you’re off work or don’t have any school or whatever and it’s just spent in bed both of you too lazy to get up and grab food

but the light is shining through the blinds and it’s reflecting off the white covers and practically blinding luke but he still looks so beautiful and his hair is all tousled and sticking to his forehead and when you go to brush his hair back he practically leans his whole head into your hand craving attention and his arms wrap around your waist and pull you basically on top of him and now both of your hands are brushing through his unruly curly hair and slowly you start to drift back to sleep only for look to mumble at you to keep massaging his head

and eventually your stomach overrules your laziness and you get up, luke still sprawled under the covers, and slowly make you way to the kitchen to grab some water and turn on the Keurig for luke and you can softly hear his shuffling to get out of bed and you’re turning on the stove for the Sunday morning pancakes you two always have and luke walks in his hair 10x messier than before and mumbling for his coffee

once the mumbling stops you look up to see him staring at you, his hands both holding the steaming mug and his eyes less watery as he’s waking up but his lips turn up in the cute little smirk that you love and his eyes are sparkling, like they do when he’s singing or preforming, and he’s just staring at your face like it’s the greatest thing in the world even thought you haven’t brushed your teeth or washed your face and brushed your hair, “stop staring will you,” you whisper putting your attention back to the food on the frying pan

a hand slides up and down your back, situating itself right on the skin between your top and sweat pants his lips softly kissing your forehead, his nose brushing through your hair and you can practically feel him smiling against your skin


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Originally posted by ttwentyone21pilots

This was requested and I’m so happy it was because this would be a dream come true. I know it’s pretty unrealistic but a girl can fantasize, can’t she?! Enjoy this while I work on part three to Jar of Hearts!

You sat outside of a local cafe, scrolling through tattoo shops nearby. They’re work was good but not the kind you were looking for for your tattoo. You sighed as you threw your head back in frustration. You’ve been planning this tattoo for months and just wanted to get it done so you can finally become a canvas for things you love. As you stood up, you continued looking at your phone while you turned around to walk back home. You ended up bumping into a man with bright red hair and a nose ring. He caught you as you began to fall, helping you back onto your feet.

“Sorry, about that.” He chuckled.

“It was all me, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” You blushed.

“I was also responsible, I was texting my band mate.” He shrugged.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You held out your hand for him to shake.

“Joshua.” He accepted and firmly shook your hand, which made you look down at his arm and you were in awe at the ink plastered all over him.

“Oh my god! Your tattoos are beautiful. Where did you get them done? I’m not trying to sound creepy, I’m just wanted to get a tattoo but can’t find somewhere to go for it and your’s are so perfect.” You spit out, quickly, causing him to laugh.

“I could take you there if you’d like. It’s only a few blocks away.” He smiled, sweetly.

“Sure, that’d be great.”

You both began walking towards where he was parked. He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You smirked as you got in the car.

He started the car and turned on the radio. HeavyDirtySoul started up, causing Josh to chuckle. You began to quietly rap along to the verses which made Josh only laugh more loudly this time.

“What’s so funny?” You asked confused.

“Nothing. It’s just, this is my song. Well mine and my band mate’s song. Surprised you didn’t recognize me, actually.”

“I knew you looked familiar! Last picture I saw of you, you had blue hair or something. The red looks nice though. Wow. I can’t believe I’m riding in Josh Dun’s car.” You slouched back in your seat, taking in the fact that a celebrity you admire is taking you to his tattoo artist.

“Aaand we’re here.” He stated as he parked in front of the small building.

You both got out of the car and walked into the shop together. Josh was greeted with a ton of ‘hello’s’ from the workers there. He walked over to one very pierced and inked man and hugged him. You assumed it was it artist based on the connection they had between them.

“So, this is Y/N. She’s been wanting to get a tattoo and I figured I’d bring her to you. You are the best, bro.” They both chuckled as his friend motioned you to sit down in the car in front of him.

“So what is it you’re looking to get?” He asked and you explained exactly what you wanted. He nodded, once you showed him a photo on your phone.

“Dude, c’mere real quick.” Josh pulled the artist over to the side. They were whispering about something. It seemed to be about you as they kept glancing over in your direction. They finished their conversation was and walked back over to you.

“Okay, let’s get this tattoo started.”

“W-what? I don’t have money on me currently.” You stuttered.

“That’s not a problem. I’m paying. And before you say anything, I want to do this for many reasons that maybe I can tell you during your tattoo process.” Josh explained and chuckled.

After a few minutes of set up, the artist had the stencil on the perfect spot for your tattoo. As he began tattooing, you winced at the sudden unfamiliar pain. Josh grabbed your hand, squeezing it as he shot you comforting smile. A few hours passed of you and Josh chatting, getting to know more about each other. After your tattoo was complete, the artist wrapped it and lead you over to the counter where Josh happily paid for everything. 

“Some first date.” You giggled as you walked out of the shop freshly tatted and happily falling into something new. 

EXO Reaction ~ Surprising Them At The Studio By Back Hugging Them

Request: Hey! I want to request an EXO reaction when their girlfriend surprise them at the studio by back hugging them 🙆
A/N: After I repost the Mobile Masterlist later, requests will be closing so if you have anything you wanna send in then send it in while requests are open (:


“Oh goodness you scared me, beautiful ~ Why don’t we go and get some coffee?” *Litro brings you to the nicest and most expensive coffee shop*


Why hello my princess, ready to get out of here?*He gets you both home, into your matching couple pjs and watching the Avengers*


Let me guess who it is ~ Is it My amazing, sweet and beautiful girlfriend, y/n?*Subtly plays about with you then brings you out somewhere for lunch*


“I knew it would be you, my short ass ~ I missed you!” *Crouches down to your height to kiss you on the nose*


“Aw my baobei came to surprise me at work, I love you lots and lots” *Wraps his arms around you and wont let go*


“You brought me lunch? Aw Jagi! I’ll do some special Aegyo just for you~” *does special aegyo just for your eyes*


“You came all the way here for me? Awe jagiya you know how to make me feel special” *Takes mass amount of cute couple selfies with you*


I wish there were more hours in the day for back hugs, princess*Pouts and kisses your nose*


“Aw my girlfriend is too adorable, Can I give you back hugs now?” *Kisses all over your face until you let him give you mass amount cuddles and back hugs*


“I wish I could stay in your arms all day everyday, baby girl” *pouts like a baby but aegyo af*


“The dance studio isn’t in use… You, Me? I can put my arms and hands to good use to you” *insert eyebrow wiggle here*


“Ah my beautiful jagi ~ It’s time I take you out for a treat” *Litro trolls the fuck out of you by getting you a mcflurry instead of a Baskin Robbins*


Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Pairing: Taeyong x reader
Genre: model!au, fluff
Warnings: language
Word count:  2,766

A/N: this is dedicated to the lovely, one and only @cremethorns  

You heaved as you climbed up the two remaining steps, bending over your knees, your backpack falling over your head as you did so. Still crouched, you fumbled for your phone in your jean pocket. Looking at the time, you still had two minutes till the meeting started. Thanking the heavens for your fast legs, you speedily walked down the wide hallway. 

Despite it being only 9:28 in the morning, today sucked already. It all began when your alarm didn’t ring that morning, thus waking up forty minutes later than you were supposed to. Next on the list was you missing the bus and having to wait at least twenty minutes for the next one. To top it all of, the elevator was out of order so you had to run up five flights of stairs, which was the most you’d worked out in probably years. 

A door swung open at the very end of the hallway and a very distressed looking Yuta emerged. His head whipped towards you and if looks could kill you would be dead because of his deadly stare. His hair looked disheveled as if he had furiously ran his hand through it, in a state of despair probably. 

“Hey, Y-” 

“Where the fuck have you been? The meeting is about to start and you’re nowhere to be found.” Yuta cut you off, whisper shouting at you so as not to be heard. “You drive me crazy, I swear.” he rolled his eyes and pivoted, heading towards the meeting room, you silently following a few steps behind. 

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I was fifteen when I realised that my imagination was the strongest force I would ever feel.

My mum knew too and she knew I was up to something. I scrambled around pulling on jumpers I owned and then threw them repetitively back onto the floor of my bedroom with an audible angst. I hadn’t eaten any dinner. I had pulled straighteners through my thick curls over and over and filled the room with plumes of smoke as they singed through my tangled hair.

“Sophie has fallen out with her mum again and wants me to meet her in the field behind her house.”

“It is cold, why don’t you just invite her here and we can all talk it through?”

“She’s been crying, she is too embarrassed”

My mum smiled and I blushed.

“I am pleased you girls look out for each other”.

She knew I was telling a lie, she had witnessed the tell tale signs, my wavering shoe gaze and freshly made up face at 22.00 on a school night but having once been a teenage girl herself she kindly ignored my lie and told me to “be careful”, her own sort of blessing.

It was cold. This far into the countryside the stars shone like they were at a party in sequined dresses. The lack of pollution prohibited any heat from the day from lingering and I shivered feeling a direct closeness to the universe. I was fifteen and at the center of it.

I had asked him to meet me four doors down from my house, which I told him was “the one with the most flowers”. I spun a few more lies for fun; I told him I was with friends behind the wooden stile drinking wine. I wanted him to think he flowed into my sociable evening, not that I had been cross-legged on the floor of my bedroom for the last hour reading Anais Nin thinking of this moment. The night was so full and heavy, I smiled knowing I had yesterday eaten all my carrots in preparation but I knew the trees and the brambles like I knew the crack in my bedroom ceiling and so could enjoy the woozy mixture of bravery and fear, which I guess they call rebellion.

I stood in the alleyway in silence and I waited.

After five minutes some headlights slowed and my phone vibrated. There he was in a car on the other side of the road- my future. I climbed over the stile with my hood up; the single strand of hair fell down on purpose. His tall frame was hunched over in the old mini cooper; I couldn’t see his face, just his luminous BFG silhouette in the single street lamp. I tried to open the door but couldn’t seem to get the latch right. He lent over and opened it for me.



I shrank into my hood and turned my gaze to my 15-dernier tights, which I picked at with devout concentration. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to, there was music on and we started to drive out of my village towards the town. He’d said he needed to fill up his car so I guessed that was where we were headed. I was so full of awe. I stared at his curled hands on the wheel of a vehicle that could move foreword at a rate of 30 mph or more, a whole vessel rattling along with us enclosed. Driving was the best way to get to know someone, both concealed in the foreword gaze, gaining distance if nothing else. I turned my face to study his, lucky that his eyes must stay fixed on the road giving me a moment to study the corners of his jaw, where the headlights hit his nose, the shaking human hairs that covered it like lit up grass and in its shadow, caved his eyes into darkness. I was trying to take a picture in my mind of the beginning of the rest of my life. I guessed he was thinking of something wild and serene like a renaissance painting or a Keats poem. He looked kind and nervous. In short I was in love.

I had imagined all these scenarios about what might happen if we were to meet. Words would tumble out of our mouths and erupt into bursts of laughter, we’d drive, taking it in turns with no regard for the law to a coastal town where we would crack open a pink lobster on a sun warmed step, the sea water licking our toes. I would write letters to my friends back at school, who would writhe around in jealousy while we discussed real questions that exceeded my age group, good and evil, the teachings of Freud… I had taken everything I wanted out of life and encased it all in his image, the ones I had clicked repetitively over on Facebook. I decided that I would fill him with ideas and polish all of his lacking thoughts so that he could be perfect, and I could be his. Young girls in love were selfless.

We were still driving in silence; I was feeling calmer now and in tune with my thoughts. I took down my hood and hummed along to ‘when the sun hits’. Why wasn’t he saying anything? I wanted to surprise him with my adaptability, my ability to compliment and to laugh. The car pulled up at the petrol station and he swung his long limbs out to pour petrol into the car. I felt it flowing into the engine and giving me courage. The petrol station shone in artificial light like the bar in Nighthawks. I thought, “I will tell this to him and he will be impressed”. I got out of the car and propped my arms onto the roof with my hair falling down my back, I was shaking like a cat in fur. He looked at me and walked in the opposite direction.  I would have done anything for him.

When he came back to the car I compared our scene with the painting. He said he hadn’t seen it and that he thought art was ‘pretentious’. I pondered the word, which I have never liked. Then he smiled with his teeth, put his hand on my head and said:

“You shouldn’t attempt to understand things that aren’t useful’

I smiled back and the corners curled down. If I were a painting I would be wielding a weapon. As we started to drive again I felt a strange new feeling cloud my previous awe it was like disappointment with a backbone. Had I made him up inside my head? I wanted to watch his face say something that would inspire me in the same way the idea of him had so unfairly moved me. I stared at him, like I might look at the taxidermy dodo in Tring museum whose feathers were rotting and frowned. The lights in the road rolled away under us, cat eyes winking with a knowing nod. We were getting closer to my house, my favorite trees a canopy of lit up leaves and I was almost grateful. The music started to interest me, it’s floating shoe gaze words cut through the scene.  A wash of carefully selected notes played on instruments somebody looked at and loved. I came back to myself. We pulled up onto the curb. He looked over with questioning eyes and was different. I smiled and got out. The night seemed warmer now, my vision focused and my head clear and full of wonder.

Through the window in the kitchen I could see my mum, reading in the corner with her glasses on and wild hair tumbling around her face and felt all that awe settle on her in her simple solitude. I went to read with her and felt my heart get stronger.

nightmares about losing you

for @bottle-of-felix-felicis :) thank you for following!

Lukas has never seen this much blood. His hands are shaking and he can’t breathe and God, no—Philip, Philip, Philip—

He shoots up in bed with a gasp, his hand over his heart. His eyes are straining and filled with tears, and before he knows it familiar hands are smoothing over his shoulder and his back. The room is still sunny and Philip converges on him, pulling him close.

Lukas realizes he’s still in Philip’s bedroom.

“Lukas,” Philip whispers, turning his face gently so they’re facing each other. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

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best friends

This one’s for the anon who prompted me with Stiles and Derek as five year olds. All together now: awwww! 

It’s been a long time since John Stilinski woke up to the sight of Stiles streaking naked around the living room. Although, if he’s honest with himself, it hasn’t been that long. It’s Stiles, after all. But it’s been a long time since Stiles was running around naked and he only came up to John’s waist.

“Stiles?” John asks, jaw dropping. His eighteen-year-old son doesn’t look a day over five.

“Daddy!” Stiles dives into his lap, bare knees squeaking against the worn leather of the chair.

He’s so damn little.

John runs his hands down his cold back, and stares helplessly over his shoulder at Scott, who suddenly appears in the doorway.

“Um,” Scott says. “So there were these witches…”


It’s really dark. Derek isn’t scared of the dark, because he’s an alpha and he’s not scared of anything. He has claws and red eyes, and he’s the scariest thing in the dark! He’s much scarier than the bogeyman. He prowls back and forth on the cold floor for a little while, making practice growls and pretending to fight bad guys, but then he finishes doing that and it’s still dark, and now he’s hungry too, and there’s nothing in his refrigerator except some eggs and some powder stuff in a tin that tastes really gross.

Derek’s tummy growls, and he stands on his tiptoes to see if there’s anything in the cabinets. Then, because he’s still not tall enough, he gets a stool and clambers up on that instead. There’s some stuff in the cabinets, but Derek’s not super great at reading yet, and he doesn’t recognize any of these labels. None of them are peanut butter, that’s for sure. Maybe alphas don’t eat peanut butter. Maybe grownups don’t. Derek isn’t really sure of the rules.

He wishes his mom was here.

Derek’s tummy hurts and it’s not just because he’s hungry. It’s because he knows that this is supposed to be where he lives except nothing here feels right. He wants Mom and Dad. He wants Laura. He wants to be sitting at the kitchen table, swinging his legs and watching eagerly while dinner gets made. This cold dark open space isn’t his home.

Where’s Mom?

He knows he should remember, but it’s really, really hard.

It’s like the longer he stands here in the dark, the harder it gets.

The smaller he feels.

“Mom?” he whispers in the dark. “Momma?”

Nobody answers him.

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omelettesareevil  asked:

Could you write something where my dear Michael gets a nosebleed in gym class possibly from getting hit in the face by a ball?? And then there's his Jer (sorry I'm so bad at prompts lmao)

(You didn’t specify so this is post-squip)

“Mell put away the headphones and get on the court!” Michael heard the gym coach yelling at him. He had no desire to play dodgeball, but one look from Jeremy across the gym had him up.

“Do we really have to play this?” Michael complained. Jeremy shrugged his shoulders.

“Think of it as a way to hit someone without getting in trouble.” Jeremy smirked, but it quickly turned into a look of surprise when he barely dodged a ball flying past his face. Michael laughed and turned his attention to the opposing team. All the jocks were against them, there was no way they would win.

Michael ducked just as a ball rocketed past him. ‘Damn football players treating this like the championship game.’ He thought just before a dodgeball slammed into his face. Michael could’ve sworn he blacked out for a second because next thing he knew he was sitting on the ground with Jeremy next to him.

“Michael? Are you okay?” Jeremy asked softly. Michael’s nose was throbbing and everything around him was blurred with tears. He slowly shook his head as Jeremy helped him up and over to the bleachers. “Shit.” Jeremy whispered. Michael was about to question him when he felt something drip down his upper lip. He wiped his hand across it and it came away red.

“Aw man.” Michael whined. His nose really hurt but it was bleeding too.

“Sit up straight and lean your head forward.” Jeremy instructed while pinching Michael’s nose shut. Michael complied despite the intense throbbing it was caused. “You need to be more careful dude.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Michael said, his voice sounding nasally. “If you’re gonna be my nurse then maybe I should get hit in the face more often.” Michael joked with a small smile on his face.

Jeremy’s cheeks flushed and he looked away. He looked back and let go of Michael’s nose to check it. “I think it should be fine. You might wanna ice it though.”

“Ugh my face is gonna bruise isn’t it?” Jeremy nodded in reply.

“Cmon lets go get you an ice pack.” Jeremy stood and held out his hand. Michael took it and if they happened to hold hands on the way to the nurse’s office, nobody mentioned it.


Originally posted by iamyoonseoktrash

Word count: 1937

Warnings: Angst and for the rest you gotta read it :P

Author’s note: This will be the continuation of “Rumors” so don’t be confused by the other title ;) Since some of you wished for a second part here you go @jyeongcifer @trippykeilani

ALSO IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! I probably won’t post any stories for the next two weeks since I won’t be home a lot and then my birthday is at the end of the month so yeah please be patient with me ♥ I’ll try my best though :D

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Rumors (part 1)



Definitions: noun; The consequences or after-effects of a significant unpleasant event.

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Ed x Reader - Insecurities

Edmund x Reader – “When I look at the mirror and I see myself, I don’t like what I see.”

Word Count: 654

Setting: Golden Age


Edmund looked at himself through the mirror, a sigh escaping his lips. Edmund closed his eyes as his insecurities fill him. A tear fell as he couldn’t help it anymore. Everytime Edmund looks at himself, he never liked what he sees but no one knew he felt that way. “Ed?” A voice called from the door, a knock following. He heard the door open and he shook his head, wiping the tears off. “The ball’s just about to—hey, are you alright?” He opened his eyes as he turned around, his best friend looking at him, worried.

“Yeah, let’s go?” He asked, forcing a smile. Y/N eyed him suspiciously, biting her lip. She closed the door behind her. She could hear the lump in her best friend’s voice. She could see the sadness in her best friend’s eyes. She could feel that her best friend is not ‘alright’.

“No,” She said, walking over to him. “Not until you feel better.” She held his hands, looking at him. She ran circles through the back of his hands with her thumbs. Edmund looked at his best friend. He sighed, wrapped his arms around her shoulder, resulting Y/N to wrap her arms around Edmund’s torso. Y/N’s heart warmed up as she felt Edmund nestled his face on the crook of her neck.

Edmund sigh one more time before finally letting the tears go. Y/N’s eyes widen as she felt the wet tears on her neck, pulling Edmund away from the hug. She looked at the broken boy with puffy eyes, who bit his lip. “Hey, what happened?” She asked softly, wiping the tears off.

“Nothing,” Edmund said, turning away from Y/N. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not ‘nothing’, Ed.” Y/N said, pulling the boy by his wrist. “C’mon, tell me.” Edmund’s tears continue to roll away from his eyes as he was turned to Y/N. “When I look at the mirror and I see myself, I don’t like what I see.” Edmund mumbled, looking at the ground.

He sniffled, wiping his nose. This made Y/N smile a bit. In her opinion, it was cute. Every time he does the little things he doesn’t notice. She just find this adorable. “Every time I look at myself, I see nothing but the betrayal that I did.” Edmund said, frowning. Again, he sniffled, wiped the tear off his eyes. “What?” He asked as she noticed her smiling.

“You’re just really cute when you sniffle especially when your nose is red, and your freckles really stand out every time it happens,” Y/N smiled. But that smile faded when she realized what she said. “I-I mean, you—“
Edmund laughed, pinching his nose. “You’re pretty cute yourself, Y/N.” He smiled. Y/N blushed madly, her hands covering her face up. “Oh my gosh, you’re blushing.”

“I’m not! And I need to go,”

Edmund pulled her back by her waist. Edmund pulled her hand away from her face. “Aw, little Y/N is blushing. I just made her blush.” Edmund teased with a smile, pinching her cheeks.

“Ed!” Y/N said. Edmund chuckled. Edmund crashed his lips against hers, which send Y/N a wave of shock to the point that she can’t move. Edmund pulled away, looking at Y/N.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have.” Edmund said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Y/N pulled him back, kissing him. Edmund kissed back, smiling through the kiss. Y/N pulled away, smiling. “Should I show you my insecurities all the time to make me cry and then you, blurting out things that you like about me? Because I felt really good instantly.”

“No need to,” Y/N smiled, “And correction, I don’t like them. I’m in love with them.”

Edmund smiled. “Shall we go now, my lady?” Edmund said, offering his arm. Y/N rolled her eyes and slapped Edmund’s arm.

“Formal is not your middle name, Pevensie.” Y/N said.

Edmund laughed, kissing her forehead as he draped an arm around her shoulders.

Allergies (SR)

Not a request, felt like doing something of my own. 

your pov:

Sure the Spring was always pretty but the allergies that came with Spring was a bitch. Being outside for cases especially made it worse. As we ran through fields and ally-ways the pollen in the air flushed my nose.

On this day particular I was sneezing non-stop thus making my throat itch and my head blow up. I walked into the bullpen and sat at my desk groaning. I felt a sneeze coming on and worked quickly to pull out a tissue. Like a rocket, I sneezed my brains out. “Bless you.” I heard from beside me. I looked up at the handsome doctor. “Thanks Spencer.” I said blowing my nose and wiping at my watery eyes. “Allergies?” He asked tilting his head,but eyes still focused on the case file. “Yeah, I feel awful.” I said in a slightly deeper voice since my nasal passages were hindered. “You should try allergy medicine.” He said sitting at his desk. I laughed dryly, “Don’t you think I have?” I said back laying my head on my desk. I lowered my voiced and propped my head up on the palm of my hand. “Spence I just wanna go home and cuddle.” I said whining. His eyebrows raised and his eyes came to mine. “Y/N.” He said in a warning voice. I groaned and slouched back into my chair rolling my eyes. “Yeah whatever.” I said sneezing. “Bless-” I stopped him, “Oh no Dr. Reid, wouldn’t want someone to hear you blessing me. They might think we’re together.” I said standing up going to the bathroom. 

Sure it was a petty remark but hey, I was okay with it. All the sneaking around and secretive dates were getting on my nerves making me think that he didn’t want to be seen with me. I blew my nose again throwing away the tissue and washing my hands. I heard a knock on the door, “Yes?” I asked checking my hair and makeup seeing the red patch starting on my nose. “Hey Hotch wants you and Reid to go pick up lunch for all of us.” I heard Garcia say. I sighed, of course it’s have to be me and Spencer. I unlocked the door and smiled at her. “Are you okay?” She asked sweetly,following behind me. I nodded my head and laughed, “Yeah of course it’s just allergies.” 

“Come on babe, you know how I want to keep these things separate.” Spencer said from the drivers seat of the car. I rolled my eyes not even wanting to give him the time of day. “Love come on. This is ridiculous.” I snapped my head towards him and I glared. “Oh so I’m being ridiculous now?” He shook his head and bit his lip in anxiety. “No that’s not what I meant. I meant that this situation is ridiculous. “You know what’s ridiculous? You. I feel like you don’t want anybody to see me. I feel like you don’t want to show me off like other guys do I feel lik-” It started again, the sneezing attacks. One after another I sneezed and sneezed. I heard a giggle from behind me. “I’m sorry this isn’t funny but your sneeze is adorable.” He said blushing. Even though I was still mad at him I couldn’t still be mad at that adorable puppy like face. “Y/N I promise I want to show you off but I don’t know I just don’t want anything to go wrong. I’m just scared. If everyone knows then if we ever have a fight then they will prolong the fight.” I nodded understanding where he came from. “But it’s us Spencer, we can get through petty little arguments.” I said smiling and leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I love yo- Acho- oops?” 

Sorry if this is stupid. I was feeling pointless fluff

Some Comfort [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: i needed to write this for me bc this is going on…yeah…i just needed to…i need seb to comfort me and get my feelings out; im sorry. I promise i’ll write the 3 requests i have tomorrow

WARNING: Mentions of verbal abuse (please don’t get offended; if this is triggering for you, please do not read)

Every kid had their own monster. Like one in the closet, under the bed; in this case, your mom is your monster. Glee is your safe haven. The place where all your worries, all your fears, could just melt away. Well…it was until fifty eight seconds ago.

Standing up from the auditorium seat, you rush towards the exit, poofy black skirt flaring around your thighs. The door swings open, creaking slightly as you let out shallow breaths. Gulping back tears, you lean against the cream pillar, hearing the door catch. “Hey, aren’t you dorks on next?” Comes a cocky voice that belongs to none other than Sebastian Smythe.

Oh no, he can’t see you crying. Turning your head away from him, you sniffle, trying to dry your cheeks…that are covered in mascara. Wonderful. “Hey…what’s up with you?” he asks, this time in a cations tone.

You snort softly, “Why do you care?” you whisper, voice cracking slightly.

Sebastian straightens his back, fixing his striped tie perfectly on his crisp white button down. “You can’t sing well if you’re upset, you know. I’d like to win fair and square.” he grumbles, shrugging. You let out a dry laugh, arms hugging yourself. “But seriously, why…why are you crying? Not that you gotta spill-”

“My mom.” you answer quietly, avoiding his gaze.

His posture stiffens and he frowns, crossing his arms; his blazer wrinkles. “What about her?” he asks, stepping closer to you.

Inhaling, you look at Sebastian, cheeks wet with tears. “She…she keeps trying to contact me and-and I…” you breathe in, shaking your head as you hold yourself tighter. “I want her to stop. She’s… She hated me as a kid… Said I was weak, I never should’ve been born, disgusting; other awful insults… Sebastian, I can’t…” you cry, tears dripping off the end of your nose.

Instantly his hands gently latch onto your upper arms, green eyes boring into yours. One of his hands cup your cheek, thumb collecting the tiny waterfalls. “She’s wrong, so wrong. You are not weak, do you understand me?” Sebastian says sternly, “You are a blessing to this earth. Y/N, please, please don’t listen to any bullshit she says.” he begs, crouching to your level; his light brown locks jumps slightly.

Sniffling, you wait for people to enter the auditorium, toying with your cherry red bow around your waist. The asshole is telling you…you’re a blessing? No, no, no, this can’t be right, Sebastian is…evil. “H-how can I not?” you shout, carding your fingers through your hair. “She-she keeps contacting me in any way possible! And I ca- I can’t do anything! I’m scared, Seb! It's…it’s-”

“Harassment?” he offers, sucking in a deep breath. You shake your head, about to argue with him. “Yes it is, Y/N. I know harassment when I see it.” he bites, licking his lips. Your chest rises and falls, stopping all together when the door pops open. Sebastian glares, “I got this handled, Berry.” he informs, squinting his eyes, nimble fingers dancing up and down your arm.

Rachel sighs, glancing at you for confirmation; you nod faintly. “Mr. Shue said you have fifteen before you need to get backstage… We really need you.” she mumbles shyly, heading back inside.

A heavy breath leaves you and you swallow harshly. “I need to- I need to go.” you whisper, screwing your eyelids shut as you point behind you.

The Warbler nods, still frowning. His lanky arms wrap around your upper body, pulling you to his chest; your arms do the same, fingers curling in the fabric of his navy blazer. “I’m gonna help you, I swear. You aren’t alone.” Sebastian mutters in your ear, lips barely touching your cheek for a kiss.

“Thank you…”

griever11  asked:




It’s not smart, it’s not brave. It’s just cowardly.

She thinks about what he said, and didn’t say, all night. Doesn’t sleep for the bitterness in his words as they confronted the reporter, as Leanne West insisted she never meant for anyone to die. 

And as the sun dawns, all Kate can see is the hard look on Rick’s face in interrogation, how he wouldn’t look at her.

Is he Rick now? 

Yeah. God. The intimacy between them…

They’ve turned this interesting corner since the winter broke up and her anxious grief loosed its hold. The holidays aren’t good for her, but she damn well tried, every single day, to keep that from building back those walls. Therapy twice a week, and then pushing herself to connect with Castle even if it all she could manage was letting him see her true face, smiling or broken, either way.

He’s been rock solid. 

Until this case. She can’t put her finger on it; she can’t tease out the reasons why their parting at the precinct left her on edge, confused.

Okay, a little miserable.

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