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bad | 05

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by 7bboys

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 7 159

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

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A/N: I hope ya’ll have fun reading this. hopefully it quenches some thirst- what? fucken not today teaser got me shook as fuck, I screamed out loud! and thank you so much for all the sweet messages <3 sry for taking so long

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The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

You can find Part Two here!

You can find Part Three here!

Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

Rating: T

Words: 2803

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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part IV)

A/N: YOUR SELF PROCLAIMED MOTHER HAS ARRIVED TO PROVIDE! Anyway I hope y’all enjoy part four of this mini series. We’re almost there my lovelies.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

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Holy hell, guys! I’m seriously blown away by the fact you actually enjoyed my first ‘Imagine’. Seeing as some of you liked it, I think i just might continue writing whatever ideas pop into my head ;)

Originally posted by w-i-t-c-h-e-r-y

Anonymous asked: Your Jeff imagine has me absolutely SHOOK! You’re so talented. Are you planning on writing a part 2?

Anonymous asked: YOUR JEFF IMAGINE WAS SO FUCKING PERFECT IM GRINNING LIKE A HYENA. OHMYGODDDDDDD and ik u said you aren’t taking request but like if you ever feel up to it if you made a part 2 to that imagine like the “date” part id forever kiss the ground you walk on lmfaooooo. But ya. You’re an amazing writer 😭

Imagine Jeff picking you up for your Valentine’s Day date. Dinner is not what you were assuming and you find out Jeff had a helping hand in finally opening up to you.

Jeff X Reader pt.II

Your knee bounces nervously as you wait for Jeff to pick you up and your mother watches you with a small knowing smile. "So who is this boy? Do I know him?“

You try hard to not roll your eyes. "Yes, mom. It’s Jeff,” you deadpan, but try with all your might to slow your beating heart. “Jeff from the eighth grade who I had a terrible crush on.”

A sharp, sudden inhale of breath has you looking towards your wide-eyed mother. When you were little, you used to tell her everything, but puberty changed things and you two didn’t quite talk as much. “Jeff.. Atkins!” She nearly squeals. “When- how?!”

“The other day,” you sigh and meet her gaze head on. “Tony and Clay were poking fun at me for turning down all the jocks asking me on a date, so I made it into a little challenge.”

Mom smirks as she takes a seat next to you, eager to hear more. “Go on.”

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Caught

Originally posted by eleanorrigby312

Request: Can you please write an imagine where Barry and y/n are in a secret relationship but to hide it, they pretend to despise each other and team flash finds them making out in the lab or something and then they have to confess? Thankyouuu xx

Notes: Okay I had a lot of fun with this one. Not gonna lie. Hope you like it!

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blue--winter  asked:

Can you write klance where something goes wrong during team bonding, or during battle, or something and they can hear each other's thoughts?? Romance, obviously. And fluff and angst? *bonus points if Lance and Keith make stupid excuses to the team bc they don't tell them about their sudden telepathy (but Allura and Coran figure it out and just don't say anything)

OKAY THIS BECAME WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED (but I don’t think that’s bad). I had so much fun writing this. I really hope you like this!

Thank you Avery for editing/beta-ing! 

~Skye

Title in Masterlist: Klance Mind Link

Word Count: 2, 880 words

Character Point of View: Mostly Keith

Warnings: Spoilers for the ending of season two!

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anonymous asked:

Hey could I request an RFA+V+Saeran headcanon where they shower with MC but it's all cute and fluffy and definitely SFW😊

I absolutely love the idea of a cute and fluffy shower with the MysMe peeps! These were a lot of fun to write so thank you for the super fun request! I sincerely hope that you enjoy!!~


Yoosung

  • Yoosung was immediately red when you told him that you wanted to shower with him
  • But the two of you both had a stressful day at work so the idea of taking a nice shower together sounded like a good plan
  • He typically likes colder showers, so he’ll shyly warm his arms around you to keep you warmer
  • The two of you wash each other with Yoosung almost falling over because of how much soap he used on you
  • But when you start to massage the shampoo into his hair, Yoosung sighs in contentment
  • He’ll lean into your soapy hands as you pull his hair into different shapes
  • Yoosung will use a soap scent like lavender or fresh fluffy towels when he washes you, inhaling happily as the two of you giggle
  • Showers with you have become one of Yoosung’s favorite things, the two of you usually take at least one together a week to spend time together as well as relax

Zen

  • Zen immediately feels the beast stir when you tell him that you want to take a shower with him
  • With an eye roll, you tell Zen that you want to have a relaxing shower with him and to push the beast away
  • He usually takes extremely hot showers but he’ll adjust the temperature to your liking
  • Zen loves admiring your body and watch as he applies soap all over your body
  • He adores it when you brush your fingers through his long hair with you having a newfound respect for Zen for taking such good care of his long locks
  • You end up almost using up the entire bottle of conditioner because you couldn’t stop playing with Zen’s hair to make it as soft as possible
  • He loves using scents of soap like ocean breeze or a woodsy type so you can smell just like him
  • Showers with Zen have turned out to be one of the two of yours favorite things to do together and many more showers are planned

Jaehee

  • Jaehee is in love with the idea of taking a relaxing shower with you
  • Her favorite time to take showers with you are the weekends after a long, stressful week of work
  • She typically takes showers with the perfect temperature on the warmer side
  • Jaehee loves it when you massage soap on her, especially her back and shoulders when she’s feeling tense
  • She also enjoys washing your hair, she finds the movement of her hands through your scalp mesmerizing
  • The two of you like to try all different kinds of scents when washing each other to find the perfect smell
  • But Jaehee typically goes for the more floral scents like roses or sweet peas when choosing what kind to wash you with
  • Jaehee always looks forwards to relaxing showers with you and ends up being the highlight of her week

Jumin

  • Jumin throughly enjoys the idea of taking a shower with you in a more relaxing way then sexual way
  • This boy works extremely hard during the day and looks forward to his evenings with you, especially in the shower
  • He purchases expensive soaps and oils to make showering a wonderful experience
  • Jumin likes lathering your body with special oils, admiring your skin tone and shape
  • He once tried to cradle you in his arms but forgot that you had oils all over you and you almost slipped out of his grasp
  • So Jumin now enjoys it when you shampoo and condition his hair to continue to give it that ebony glow
  • You’ve also found some of Jumin’s ticklish spots when putting soap on him and now you use it against him because you love hearing his laugh
  • Jumin uses scents like musk or a hazelnut type when using soap on the two of you so you both can smell like each other
  • Showers with Jumin have become a fun and relaxing experience for the both of you, each of you always enjoying anytime that you can spend with each other

Seven

  • Seven was definitely up for the idea of showering with you together
  • He’s been stressing out over work lately and a fun and relaxing shower with you sounds perfect to him
  • The perfect water temperature for Seven is on the colder side so he loves wrapping his slippery arms around you to try and keep you warm
  • He puts so much soap on you and laters it up to write his name with the suds all over you while giggling
  • Seven also uses up almost all of the shampoo on your hair but it’s so worth it because his fingers work wonders for your scalp
  • But he ends up getting soap all over the floor making you splash him in the face with water
  • Seven uses citrus scents like orange or lemon when lathering the two of you up with soap
  • Anything that you do with Seven is always a fun time but showering together has become one of the two of yours favorite things to do together

V

  • Showering with V can be a bit… difficult to say the least
  • But he’s really into the idea of showering with you, especially if it makes you happy since he’d do anything to see your bright smile
  • V typically takes warmer showers but definitely adjusts the temperature to your liking
  • He tries so hard to shampoo your hair but with his poor eye sight he ends up getting it all in your eyes
  • Then V tries to grab a towel but ends up slipping and falling into the tub, taking you down with him
  • So there’s you and V, you with your eyes burning because of the soap, V profusely apologizing and still trying to grab a towel, and the water from the shower head running down onto the both of you
  • After V helps wipe the soap from your eyes, the two of you stare at each other and start laughing as you cuddle up onto V’s chest, enjoying just laying in the tub with the water still raining on you two
  • When he feels more confident, V uses soap scents like warm vanilla or fresh baked sweets since he thinks they’re calming scents, perfect for you
  • Showering with V has been a bit of a challenge but as long as V gets to spend time with you, he’s always happy

Unknown

  • Saeran gets nervous at the idea of a shower when you offer the idea
  • But one day you drag him in the shower with you and he eventually eases into it
  • He usually takes incredibly hot showers but he’ll make it cooler… slightly
  • Saeran adores it when you massage shampoo into his hair, he could stay like that for hours if you could
  • He’s very awkward when it comes to washing your hair but he actually finds it soothing to run his fingers through your hair with conditioner
  • When you rub soap all over his body, Saeran will close his eyes and hum in contentment because he’s never experienced someone with such a soft and relaxing touch before
  • Saeran will use scents like crisp apples or juicy strawberry soaps on you when he feels more comfortable using soap because he thinks you should smell as sweet as you are
  • Showers with Saeran were awkward at first but after time, they’ve helped deepen the bond between you and him
Stupid Sparks

AN: After watching supergirl I couldn’t get this out of my head. This is separate from my Supermom series.

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            There are super villains out there who would beg for this moment; to have Supergirl at their mercy, begging for their help. You however, you would do anything to be about a thousand miles away from her at this moment. You love Kara, you really do. She’s your best friend, and you’d do anything for her. Well… almost anything. “I don’t do blind dates.”

        “Please Y/N. Please. He’s distraught about the breakup. And he needs to get back out there, and you…”

        “What about me?”

        She winces, “Well, you haven’t been out on a date in over a year.”

        You frown, “I’ve been busy. I got that promotion at work, and you know Lew is an attention hog.”

        Kara’s face goes into a deadpan, “He’s a dog.”

        “He’s my baby,” You defend.

        You pause the conversation as the waitress brings your food. When she’s gone you ask, “What about Alex? She hasn’t dated in a while.”

        Kara just shakes her head, “Clark and Alex don’t really get along. It’s a tug of war situation.”

        “Blood vs. Nurture?”

        She just nods, “Yeah, pretty much. Anyways, please. For me.”

        Taking a deep breath, you lean back into your chair and stare at your best friend. You’d known Kara since you were eighteen. You’d been college roommates for four years, and another two after that. She knew your every secret, just like you knew hers. You’d known about her powers since she had shielded you in a car crash three months into sophomore year.

        “I won’t deal with mopey, and if he talks about how great Lois Lane is, I am out of there, and you’ll owe me breakfast for a year.”

        Kara just squeals, “Thank you, thank you so much. It’ll be fun, I promise. James and I will be there with you two, the entire time.”

        You just sigh, “A double date, a blind date, and first date all rolled up in one. You owe me big time.”

        She just smiles and says, “I really do.”

        Three days later you find yourself nervously waiting in a restaurant next to Kara. You’d never been the best at dating. You’d always found it awkward, trying to determine if you’re compatible with someone through a conversation. Looking for some sort of spark. To do so while your very in love best friend and her boyfriend made goo goo eyes at each other, was going to make it even worse.

        You’re midway through thinking up an excuse when Kara squeals. It’s high-pitched, and you’re nearly convinced she’s broken your eardrum, when she bolts out of her seat, and launches herself across the restaurant, and into the arms of a man you’d only seen in pictures.

Clark Kent was a good looking man. There was no denying that fact.

        And from what you’d heard he was a really good guy. Dedicated. Loyal. Protective. Just like your dog. Sitting up a bit straighter in your seat you watch as Kara moves from Clark to James. You can’t help but smile as they make dopey in love eyes at each other before finally kissing.

        As the kiss grows into something more you turn away, feeling as though you’d intruded on a private moment.

        “I’m torn between being incredibly happy for Kara, or ripping Jimmy’s arms off for sticking his tongue down my baby cousin’s throat.”

        Turning to face the voice, you stare at one Clark Kent. He’s taller than you thought, and as he slides into the seat across from you, you can’t help but beat back a blush.

        Clearing your throat, you ask, “Isn’t she technically older than you?”

        He smiles and shrugs, “Details.”

        Glancing back at them you wince, they’re mid make out session. “I shouldn’t turn around should I?”

        You smile at him, “Not if you want James to keep his arms.”

        Clark just smiles back at you, “I’m starting to think we should leave them alone.”

        You smile, “They haven’t seen each other in over a week, that might be smart.”

        “Is there another way out of here?”

        You just smile and say, “Follow me.”

        You end up on the street outside of the restaurant. “So, what’s good to eat around here.”

        You smile, “That depends, are you picky?”

        “Not particularly. With how much I have to eat, I like to keep my options open.”

        “Mongolian BBQ?”

        “That sounds amazing.”

        You end up at a local place you know. It’s small, and more intimate that you would have liked, but the food is simply amazing. Somewhat surprisingly, you end up having a good time.

        “So what kind of dog is he?”

        You swallow your bite of food first. “He’s a Goldendoodle. He’s three years old, and he’s my baby. Sorry, that sounds weird.”

        Clark just smiles, “Not at all. I’m the same way with Krypto.”

        “Krypto?”

        “Krypton’s equivalent to a dog. Basically, he’s Superdog.”

        You smirk, “Does he go around and save the animal kingdom?”

        Clark smirks right back, “Only if he wants a treat.”

        You can’t help but laugh. After the laughter dies down, you admit, “I’m having a much better time than I thought I would.”

        Clark leans back in his chair, “Let me guess, Kara made me sound all pathetic.”

        You shrug, “Maybe, a little.”

        He smiles, “I’m going to contribute that to concern. Lois and I both knew it was ending. We’ve been off and on for years, and she ended up getting an amazing job offer, and we both agreed that it was too good to pass up.”

        Your smile fades a bit, “Why didn’t you go with her?”

        “Metropolis needs me.”

        “That’s a lonely way to live. Putting an entire city of people before yourself. Ending a relationship that you were in for so long.”

        His face goes serious for a minute. “Not exactly. I think, that if it were true love, and she was truly the one, I would have been willing to follow her. Or at the very least, ask her to stay. I loved Lois, some part of me still does. But I don’t think I’ve been in love with her for a while now.”

        After a moment of silence, he clears his throat, “Sorry. The mopey reflection of my ex is now over.”

        You smile, “No. It’s okay.”

        Clark insists on paying for the food. You insist on at least leaving the tip. You’ve just stepped onto the street when your phone starts to ring. Shooting an apologetic smile at Clark, you pick up.

        “He can’t come back to my place.”

        Your brow knits together for a minute, before you’re able to identify the voice. “Kara?”

        “Yes. Look Clark was supposed to stay at my place while he was in town, but James is here, and we’re…”

        “I don’t need details.” You glance at Clark, who’s grimacing, “And neither does your cousin.” Clark throws you a grateful smile.

        “Can he stay with you? In your guest bedroom?”

        You glance at Clark, and have to hold back a smile. His cheeks have gone a bit red, and he looks more than a little embarrassed. “Sure Kara.”

        “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll pick him up in the morning.”

        “Sure thing.”

        Pressing the end button, you simply shrug and say, “Looks like you’ll be staying with me.”

        He clears his throat, “Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out, and I could always get a hotel.”

        “It’s fine, honest. Just a warning though, Lew likes to give kisses. Especially when waking people up early in the morning.”

        Clark just laughs, and then holds out his arm. The gesture stuns you for a minute, before you hesitantly take it. The night has been more along the lines of hanging out than a date. You’d slipped into casual mode without even realizing it.

        But as you take his arm, and Clark places his hand on top of yours, you feel those stupid, wonderful, sparks.

The Game

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language, tiny bit of humour, masturbation, phone sex, Sir!kink, dom!Sam, Soulless!Sam is a warning in itself.

A/N: Enjoy the fourth wall ;) This maaaay have a second part if everyone’s interested enough.This was also my first Soulless!Sam so I hope I did him justice.

Summary: You and the Winchesters investigate one of John’s cold cases, only forcing the tension between you and Sam to become dangerous.

Challenge: “You fainted…straight into my arms. If you wanted attention, you could’ve asked.” - Phone sex – My Bloody Valentine – #Lexie’s SPN Birthday Challenge @roxy-davenport


Originally posted by acklesdean-blog

Tuesday Afternoon

Investigating Cold Cases were one of your favourite things. Unfortunately, you also fucking hated them.

There was also a wild difference between cold cases in the real world, as you liked to call them, and cold cases in your world.

You were on one of John’s unsolved cases in Seattle with Sam and Dean, stepping out of Baby and heading straight for the bar to relax. Today had served absolutely no purpose. You had interviewed the relatives, the friends, and had investigated the newly dead bodies as well as gone over the old files from the case ten years ago. So far, you’d come up with nothing.

Sam was getting on your nerves, and Dean was just being Dean.

You needed a drink.

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Of All My Parents’ Friends

@heartthesouth asked: 

Imagine Roger describing 1960s Claire (and possibly his remembrance of 1940s Claire from his childhood) to Jamie.


One-shot; takes place just after the Gathering in book-verse (The Fiery Cross).

Bear in mind, this means Jamie and Roger are only *newly* on solid-ish ground after all the unpleasantness between them in Drums of Autumn. If you haven’t read the books, just imagine the very worst start a man could get off to with his father-in-law. (YIKES.) 

 -Mod Bonnie


Fraser’s Ridge, North Carolina

October, 1770 


Puiff-ee?”

The word sounded absolutely stupid coming out of his father-in-law’s mouth, which (infuriatingly!) made ROGER feel the foolish one. “C’mon, ye know. Poofy? Like—voluminous?—

Jamie Fraser snorted violently into his lunch of bread and pickle and Roger felt a wave of anxiety. Was the word somehow offensive in this time??  But surely ‘poofy’ was more easily misconstrued than—

But Jamie—seated on a log next to Roger’s boulder—came up grinning, still coughing on crumbs as he choked out, “Ye mean to say there was a time when Claire’s hair was MORE voluminous than it is NOW?” 

They both laughed and Roger drank in the relief of the camaraderie, flimsy as it might be. 

“Christ almighty,” Jamie swore with feeling as the laughter subsided, shaking his head in genuine incredulity, “however did she manage THAT?”

“I dinna ken exactly,” Roger admitted with a hopefully-easy shrug, passing the stone bottle of cider, “Claire’s was sort of—” he made a swooping gesture overtop his own crown “—um…I dinna ken how to describe it.. Kind of—”

“A bouffant,” Brianna interjected helpfully, plopping down next to Jamie (well, as much as a six-foot-tall woman with a sleeping baby strapped to her front could ‘plop’) and doing a quick sketch in the dirt with a stick.  

“Oh, aye, a *bouffant,*” He grinned, leaning over to kiss his wife and son, grateful for the buffer. “I definitely knew that’s what it was called.” 

“How does—? But—where do the curls go?” Jamie kept tilting his head from side to side like a puppy as he peered down, clearly having difficulty translating the rough illustration to his wife’s head. “And how in hell did she get it to stay all rounded and puffed up?” 

“HAIRSPRAY,” he and Bree said in unison, though he left the task of explaining aerosol cans and their uses to the engineer. 

By the end, Jamie was grinning like a fiend. “Claire would glue her hair into place every day for fashion??

“Yep!” Bree laughed, expertly cupping Jem’s head as she bent forward to reach for a hunk of bread, “unless she was doing an operation that day, obviously. Not much call for style under a scrub cap.” 

Shaking his head in gleeful wonder, Jamie turned back to Roger. “What else was different about ‘Sixties Claire,’ to your eye, other than the hair?”

“Oo, her groovy makeup!” Bree said through a large bite.

Gr–? Cosmetics, ye mean?” 

“Aye, just so!” Roger said, hoping to win some son-in-law points, meagre as they might be. “And ‘groovy’ just means daring in an admirable way.” 

“Well, that sounds like Claire, right enough. Does every woman wear the Greuvvy Makeup, then?” 

Bree shrugged. “Pretty much.” 

“I tell ye what, though,” Roger said emphatically, seeing the opportunity and seizing it, “Claire certainly didna need all that. Not one bit.”

It was like a horror film. 

Two identical faces swiveled on tall, twin necks, fixing him with identical expressions of amusement. Or possibly menace. Either way, absolutely TERRIFYING.

What?” he snapped, his face flushing as he looked back and forth between them.

Jamie’s eyebrows were raised. “Why should Claire not have needed the cosmetics?”

Bree raised hers to match, her lips quivering with suppressed laughter. “Yes, Roger: do tell!” 

He made a scoffing sound. “Well, no, I mean—”

“If ‘pretty much’ all women wore it,” Jamie asked, face completely inscrutable, “why should Claire have been any different?  

“No, she’s—Well, I mean she IS—” This was not going well. “All I was trying to say is Claire’s very—She’s got very lovely—” 

The movie had shifted into one where the out-of-control-robot car had locked you inside and was accelerating top-speed into a canyon. Cannot—BRAKE—

“—SKIN!”

“OH. MY. GODDD!!” Bree whooped with glee, making Jemmy jump in his sleep and thump his forehead against her chest. 

Jamie said nothing and only sipped his drink, but damn him, there was an effing GLEAM in those cats’ eyes. 

Bree coughed through her giggles and waved her hand in a ‘hold on, hold on’ gesture. “So—wait: when we met in Inverness….were you checking out my mother’s ‘skin’?”

“I wasna CHECKING HER OUT,” he insisted with a mocking tone to show what a ridiculous suggestion it was (but SHIT if he didn’t sound all kinds of guilty AND if he didn’t want to fling himself into a hole and never come out). Pull yourself the fuck together, MacKenzie. 

Look,” he sighed, “Claire’s a very attractive woman, and—”

“So we’ve gone from verra lovely to verra *attractive*, have we?” 

“It—I—” Damn that fucking ginger hide: Roger couldn’t tell if the man was poking fun or literally about to bash his head open against a tree. 

“Wait, wait, didn’t—oh JEEZ, it’s too much—” Bree was clutching Jem tight, dying with laughter, and was NOT giving this up. “Didn’t you tell me once that Mama reminded you of Anne Bancroft??”

ffffffffffucking hellllllllllllllllllllll

“Who’s that?” Jamie demanded, his narrowed eyes snapping to Roger.  

Yep, it had now become the kind of horror movie where the supporting actor looks at the camera and gets in that *one great scream* for their reel right before they get eaten alive to thicken the plot for the protagonists. 

Bree was on a roll. “A famous, very *sexy* actress! She was in a—play (sort of) with Dustin Hoffman who has the role of this university boy who is seduced by an older wo—”

“—S’QUITE ENUFF’A’THAT!” His voice cracked on the panicked outburst (can a man not catch a BREAK???), at which his wife dissolved into further spasms. “Oh for God’s sake, Bree, it was YOU that I checked out, if ye need reminding!!” 

“And just why were ye ‘checking out’ an unmarrit lass?” Jamie said, turning expertly on the conversational dime, “A guest in your home, no less? MY daughter?” 

“I wasna—I ABSOLUTELY did NOT—Oh, for fuck’s SAKE!” 

They were both quaking with laughter where they sat. 

Roger threw up his hands up and stormed to his feet. “You two bloody deserve each other, ye know! Twisting a man’s words, ‘til—Oh, willye shut up and LISTEN, THE BOTH OF YE!” 

They knocked heads as they slumped against each other, tears streaming down their ruddy cheeks. 

Roger made huge, sweeping gestures to left and right for emphasis. “CLAIRE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL. BRIANNA IS VERY BEAUTIFUL. WE’RE ALL FAMILY NOW, CAN WE BE *DONE* WI’—”

“What on EARTH are you lot bellowing about!?!” 

He whirled around to see Claire, flushed and dirt-streaked, gathering basket in hand, her eyes wide. “Is everything alright?” 

Roger gave both redheads a sidelong glare that HE would have said could have melted steel, but just make Brianna shake even harder. She was suppressing outright cackling only by pressing her lips into the top of Jemmy’s fuzzy head. 

“Nay, all’s well, mo nighean donn,” Jamie said, surprising Roger by getting to his feet. He came over to put a hand on his wife’s waist and kiss her on the cheek. “Roger Mac, here, was only singing the praises of your great charm and beauty, mo ghraidh, much to the credit of ye both.”

“Oh! Well!” Claire flushed, sounding both surprised and pleased. “That’s very sweet of you, Roger, dear, thank you.” 

Roger, stunned, scraped up enough presence of mind to give her a smile and a little self-deprecating bow. 

She didn’t bother to suppress a grin as she went on her way toward the drying shed. “I rather needed that, today.”

Once she was out of earshot, Roger met Jamie’s eye and inclined his head with a sincere, “Thanks.” 

“Think nothing of it,” his father-in-law said, clapping him on the shoulder in passing as he headed back to the woodpile “…Dustin.”

anonymous asked:

Nalu 23?

23. eat a banana without breaking eye contact

For three minutes Lucy had been sitting watching Natsu eat. He hadn’t eaten for hours, an unusual occurrence for her pink haired partner. Currently, he is making up for it by eating the spare snacks she had packed for their quest. His back resting against a rock opposite her, legs sprawled out as he dug his fingers into the top of a banana.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Lucy flicked her eyes from the fruit to him. They had been playing a dangerous game the past few days. Starting out with the exchange of horrible pickup lines, escalating to fleeting touches and lingering stares. No rules had been set, but she knew Natsu was winning. Lucy cursed how easy she was to fluster.  

Time to get her own back.

Crawling to him the action garnered Natsu’s attention, his brow furrowing.

“What’re ya’ doing Lucy,” He said, about to chow down on the fruit. Leaning into his space, supporting her weight on his leg, she touched her mouth to the tip. Holding eye contact, eyes hooded, she dragged her lips down. Reaching the peel, tongue slipping out, she licked the base.

The sweetness coating her taste buds, dark green eyes held her captive. Trailing upwards, she wrapped her lips around the top, taking the fruit into her cavern. Lucy sunk down half-way meeting the skin, purposefully groaning in enjoyment. Natsu’s leg started twitching under her hands, face showing a hunger that made her feel powerful.  

“Are you thinking of me?” A cheeky smirk accompanied the question.

Lucy choked, quickly finding Natsu’s mouth as dirty as his tactics. Her blush spreading from her ears and down her throat, jaw clenching in embarrassment. Her game now destroyed, the fleshy body in her mouth.

“Would it kill you to let me win?” She sighed after swallowing, enjoying the flavour.  

“Who said you didn’t win?” Natsu said, brushing blond locks from her eyes.

“Although, I would prefer you didn’t bite my dick off.” Smile luminescent, he cackled.

“Natsu!”

bekind-unwind  asked:

In which Nico absolutely hates the son of Hades nicknames. He tolerates them to a point, but with Will he eventually snaps, gets absolutely passed, and Will has to fix it. (And find new pet names)

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“What’s up, Death Breath?” Will held an easy grin on his face, but Nico was not in the mood for him today. After trying (and failing), to get Chiron to let him go into the city, Nico was feeling anything but happy to stay around camp for the day.

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed back, causing Will to roll his eyes. In truth, Nico hated the “son of Hades” nicknames. Death Breath, Lord of Darkness, Goth, Dead Kid, whatever Will or the other campers had come up with after he decided to stay. Somewhere deep in the recess of Nico’s mind, he understood that the nicknames didn’t really mean anything, that they were supposed to be light, fun ways of teasing Nico, but he couldn’t help but feel like they were taunts. Nico still struggled with insecurities, and his biggest one was still people accepting who his father was. It was why the names bothered him so much. They felt like little jabs at who he was.

“Would you prefer I called you Bones? Or perhaps Little Death,” Will was obviously enjoying himself, laughing at each new name that he came up with. Nico tried not to let his insecurities get the best of him, but hearing the names from his boyfriend made it hurt so much worse.

“I would prefer,” Nico interrupted Will, looked down at him in shock, “if you and everyone else would just call me Nico. Since that is my name and all. You guys don’t have to constantly use those stupid names to get to me. Especially you, Will.”

Will was stunned for a moment, and Nico felt pathetic for lashing out at him for something so small and trivial, but the names had become too much for Nico to constantly hear. Why couldn’t they just call him by his name? Was “Nico” really that bad of a name? When Nico finally looked up at Will, he was staring down at Nico with concern in his blue eyes.

“Nico, why didn’t you tell me you hated my nicknames? I would have stopped using them a long time ago if I knew.” Nico felt the full shame of what he’d said descend on him and he hung his head, letting his bangs fall in his eyes as he scuffed his shoes on the ground.

“I don’t know. You guys always seemed like you enjoyed them so much. Why ruin your fun just because I don’t like it?” He mumbled quietly.

“Because it’s not fun if you don’t like it, Nico, that’s not having fun. That’s making fun of you,” Will spoke softly, causing Nico to lit his head up and look through his bangs at his boyfriend. “I would never use those names if I had known how upset they made you, and neither would anyone else. We didn’t mean to upset you with them.”

“I don’t want to seem whiny, though,” Will sighed quietly and Nico felt himself shrink.

“It’s not whiny, Nico, I promise,” Nico looked up at Will again, catching the smile on his face. “Besides, there’s so many better nicknames to use.” In that moment, Nico had never felt so lucky to have Will, who was so ready and willing to drop what made Nico uncomfortable and try something else. “Like, ‘what’s up, baby?’ Or, ‘hey, babe’. There’s so many more cute nicknames that I’d love to use for you, if you’re okay with them. I promise I’ll ask you first now.” Will was still grinning, and Nico honestly had no idea what he had done to deserve the literal ball of sunshine that was Will Solace. “Sound good, sweetheart?”

Nico felt himself blush at the much more affectionate name. “Yeah.”


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Try Something New (Josh Dun X Reader X Tyler Joseph) Smut

Originally posted by joshdunfuckme


Word Count: 3500+

Warnings: SMUT!, Threesome,

*** This is my first threesome smut ever, so I’m sorry if it sucks. Also it’s my first Twenty One Pilots fic also so I really hope I didn’t fail miserably. Enjoy!***


You sat on the floor of your’s, Josh’s, and Tyler’s apartment, back leaning against the small piece of furniture the TV sat on. Your boyfriend and Tyler and sat opposite you on the floor against the couch. Aside from Josh, Tyler was one of your closest friends and pretty much the reason you two were dating. Like the 14 year olds you all mentally were, you were playing a late-night truth or dare session which had, as usual, gone from innocent questions to much more risque ones. “Tyler, truth or dare?” You asked him, taking a swig of your wine cooler. The boys made of you for drinking them but they were freaking delicious so you didn’t care much.

He thought for a moment, “Truth.” He decided.

“Wimp.” Josh teased.

You were hoping he was going to say dare so it took you a moment before finally asking, “Have you ever had a sex dream with another guy?” You asked. He squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face groaning. “And you have to tell the truth or you have to drop ice down your underwear. That’s the rules.” You laughed devilishly since that rule was Tyler’s idea in the first place.

“Ok! Ok! Fine!” He shot an awkward look to the side, “It wasn’t really a wet dream but I had a dream about Josh a few weeks ago.” He said ashamed. Both you and Josh practically screamed in laughter. Although none of you were drunk, you were definitely about two drinks down so you were feeling a little tipsy. “But we didn’t actually do it! We were like making out and stuff and I woke up before anything happened! Before I fell asleep that night I got curious and looked up fanfic about us because it’s funny to see what fans think happens and I guess it was just in my head.” He said, his face red with embarrassment.

Josh scooted towards him and leaned his head on his shoulder, “If you wanted me that bad all you had to do was ask.” He joked.

Tyler shoved Josh off playfully, “Shut up. Ok, fine. Y/N, truth or dare?”

Of course he would pick you back. You thought for a moment. You wanted to pick dare but after what you made Tyler admit to, you didn’t trust him not to make you do something awful and embarrassing, “Truth.” You grinned nervously in anticipation of what he was gonna ask.

“Would you ever have a threeway?” He asked.

Again, you had to think about it. The thought had occurred to you and despite knowing a ton of your favorite singers through Josh and Tyler, you’d definitely had your fair share of fangirl threeway fantasies with band members. But would you ever actually go through with it? As a joke threeways always sounded fun but when it came down to it, you usually thought of sex as something personal and romantic and loving between you and Josh, even if it did get a little kinky sometimes (although not much). But you had to admit, the idea of a threeway was pretty fun. “I think so. But I would have to really trust the other two people.” You decided.

Both Josh and Tyler’s mouths were open a little bit, as if they found the idea kinda hot but they quickly covered it up. “Guy-guy-girl or guy-girl-girl?” Tyler asked, raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, “One truth at a time!” You glanced at the clock on your phone seeing it was 11:39 pm. You sighed, “I actually got to go to bed. I have to be at work at 6:30 tomorrow morning.” You stood up, walking into the kitchen to throw away your empty bottle before walking over to Josh and kissing him on the cheek, “Good night babe.” You looked at Tyler, “Keep your hands off my man while I’m asleep.” You joked. Tyler groaned and Josh laughed at the comment.

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Five days had gone by since that night and finally it was Friday. You had Saturday off and didn’t have to worry about going to bed early for work. It was your night to just chill with Josh. Hopefully Tyler would go out with some of his other friends so you and Josh could have some alone time. You loved Tyler but since he was always around, you and Josh hadn’t had sex since they got back from tour about two months ago. At first it sucked not ever having intimate time with him, but you both had gotten used to it. It was just like being teenagers again, always having the drive to do it if you had the chance but ignoring it if you didn’t.

You pulled into your parking space and walked up to your apartment, unlocking the front door and kicking your shoes off as soon as you got in. It was strangely quiet inside which was uncommon. Usually Josh and Tyler would be practicing or talking or something. Their cars were outside so they were definitely here. “Anybody home?” You called out curiously.

You walked down the hall, “Yeah we’re in here.” You heard Josh’s voice echo from your’s and his bedroom. You walked in and saw Josh sitting on your dark blue comforter while Tyler sat in the bright green bean bag chair in the corner. You giggled a little to yourself thinking that you guys just looked like a bunch of teenagers living together, not full grown adults. Unless all adults had bean bag chairs. You set your bag down on the floor next to the door.

“Hey you guys. Are you having a heart-to-heart? Should I come back later?” You asked.

Josh shook his head, “No, no you’re good. Don’t go anywhere.” He smiled. Tyler sat quietly in the bean bag chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, leaning his chin on his clasped knuckles. He seemed… quiet… suspiciously quiet. Were they planning on pranking you again, because last time when they put baby powder in your hair dryer was not nearly as amusing as they thought it was. Josh must have seen the suspicious look on your face because he quickly stood up, laughing nervously and biting his lip, “Don’t worry, we’re not pranking you.” He said reading your mind. Tyler chuckled a little.

“Ok, then why are y’all so serious looking. Did someone die?” You asked with a joking tone but slightly worried after you said it.

“No… it’s just… we were thinking, well I was thinking- gosh I don’t know how to say this.” He ran his hand nervously through his pink-orange hair, “Well, you remember how we haven’t done anything in awhile?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow suggestively so you knew he what he was referring to. You nodded, “And well, I happened to have heard from a certain friend of yours that you’ve been wanting to try some new things in the bedroom.” You cursed your friend Y/F/N under your breath for telling Josh. You had always felt kind of awkward about trying new things in the bedroom and suggesting it. You guys were into rough sex, but that was about the extent of what you did. Josh got dominant sometimes but it wasn’t often. But gosh did you love it when he was, which you’d told him but he was always scared of hurting you. “And then the other night you said you’d consider a threesome…” He said trailing off.

When you realized what he was suggesting your gave him a strange look, “Wait, so you’re suggesting that we-” you motioned with your finger to all three of you.

Tyler quickly cut in, interrupting, “Only if you want to!” Josh nodded in agreement, “If you don’t feel comfortable then I’ll leave and you and Josh can go at it all you want.” You chuckled a little at what he said. He always had a way of being sincere and smooth and awkward all at the same time.

“Honestly, I’ve been wanting to switch things up in the bedroom too lately. And I read about some stuff that sounded kind of cool that I was thinking we could try and this was sort of one of them. But if you feel uncomfortable with it at all, then just say so.” Josh said looking you the eyes, “But you said if you trusted the other two people, then you might consider it.”

You thought for a moment. Was this actually happening? You had answered yes to a hypothetical situation. But what was hypothetical was somehow now a reality. You glanced at Tyler and then back at Josh, “Are you guys sure you’re alright with this? I mean, Josh. Tyler and I would be screwing. And Ty, would that be too weird for you to see your best friend naked? Or his girlfriend for that matter? I mean I’m ok with this, I just don’t want you guys to screw up your friendship for the sake of experimenting.”

Tyler stood up and stood a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall, “We’ve actually been talking about this since Sunday night after you went to bed.”

“Yeah, we’ve already agreed that there’ll be no jealousy or anything like that. And if it fails, we never have to do it again.” Josh reassured you.

You thought for a second, “Ok. I’m in.” You muttered, biting your lip and looking between the two boys. “But two things first. I’ve never had sex with anyone except Josh.” You admitted shyly, “And I have no idea how the heck a threesome works except for what I’ve read in smutty fanfic.” You chuckled awkwardly at what you just admitted to them.

Josh smirked, sucking his lip between his teeth as he stepped closer to you. One of his hands fell on your hips while the other was gently brought on your neck, pulling you in for a sweet simple kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed and when he pulled away, you were already breathless from his gentleness. “I guess we’ll just see what happens then. If you want to stop at any point just say so.” He tells you. You gaze up at him and nod. His voice was so comforting that you could pretty much agree to anything. “You are on the pill right?” He confirmed. You nodded and bit your lip.

He shot a glance over at Tyler who walked behind you from against the wall. Josh leaned back and kissed you passionately, tongue slipping into your mouth. Tyler’s hands roamed feather light down your sides and over your thighs shooting electricity down your spine. You leaned your head to the side, following Josh’s kiss and Tyler pressed his body closer against your backside, trailing hot open mouthed kisses across your now exposed neck. His hands trailed up your thighs to knead your breasts through the fabric of your low cut black t-shirt. You moaned against Josh’s lips and you felt him smirk through the kiss. Tyler’s teeth raked across the spot that made you moan, biting it lightly before smoothing it over with his tongue.

Already, you were overwhelmed by the sensations. Your core was hot and wet and your heart was racing. Josh’s hands left your neck and trailed down to lift your shirt over your head exposing your dark red bra. Tyler unhooked it and it soon followed your shirt on the ground. You were grateful that Josh was in front of you. Apart from the one guy in high school you flashed because you lost a bet, Josh was the only guy who’s seen your breasts. Josh’s head dipped down, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, across your collarbone and on your breasts. You leaned back against Tyler’s body, arching your back as he sucked on your neck and Josh nibbled at your nipples.

You almost didn’t notice Tyler’s hands lightly running down your bare stomach and unbuttoning your dark skinny jeans. His hand slipped inside the front and he began rubbing you through your panties. You moaned loudly and Josh stepped away, taking off his grey t-shirt to reveal his body. Your knees were shaking from Tyler’s movement and you were moaning loudly. He wasn’t rubbing hard enough to get you off, but it was definitely enough to warm you up. “So wet already…” He whispered huskily into your ear, turning you on even more.

You knew if you didn’t move soon, your legs would buckle from underneath you. You stepped away from Tyler, chest heaving and turned towards him, placing a hand on each shoulder. You glanced over your shoulder at Josh who nodded at you, silently telling you to keep going. You leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, parting to slip his shirt over his head. Josh sat on the edge of your bed and you began walking backwards, not breaking the kiss with Tyler until you were near Josh. You got on your knees, unbuckling Josh’s skinny jeans and pulling them down. Behind you, you could hear Tyler doing the same for himself.

Just as you were about to run your hands up Josh’s legs, he shook his head, “Uh-uh. Lay on the bed.” He said. His voice was almost commanding but there was still a bit of uncertainty. It turned you on to no extent. You did as you were told, lying down. Josh began crawling up your legs, kissing down your bare chest sending shivers throughout your body. Eventually he made it to your unbuttoned jeans, “Are you still ok with this happening?” He asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You breathed. He slid your pants of, underwear leaving with the, until you were naked and exposed. Right away, you felt strange. Tyler was here. You knew you agreed to this but suddenly it was seeming really, really… real. You bent your knees, almost crossing them with how tightly you were squeezing them together. You didn’t exactly mean to do it, it was just sort of instinctual.

Suddenly, Tyler’s lips were on your’s, “Don’t worry.” He whispered, pulling away. It was strangely simple of him to say but it somehow eased your nerves slightly. You felt Josh’s large hands on your thighs, gently opening your legs and leaning between them. His tongue flicked over your clit and you gasped at the feeling. His tongue ran up and down to your entrance before returning to suck on your clit. You were already a writhing mess. Tyler had his mouth occupied on your breasts, licking and kissing and nipping at the already hickey covered flesh.

“Oh my gosh…” You moaned.

Josh leaned back just long enough to groan, “That’s it Y/N, tell me how good we make you feel.”

His teeth gently grazed your clit and your moaned loudly, “Oh god. Just like that Josh.” Tyler’s tongue flicked over your nipple while he gently ran over the other perked bud with his calloused thumb. You ran your hand up Tyler’s back, gripping lightly onto his hair. Your back arched as Josh slid a finger into your hot core.

“So tight.” He groaned, pumping quickly. Tyler captured your lips in a rough kiss. You broke the kiss, sitting up slightly, and Josh stopped his actions with a confused look on his face. You ran your hands through your disheveled hair and crawled over to Josh, missing the feeling of his lips. Tyler was good, no doubt, but you loved Josh. He bit your bottom lip teasingly. Tyler kept his eyes on your butt as you made out with his best friend, removing his erection from his boxers and slowly pumping himself at the sight of your naked body, sitting at the top of the bed. You sat up on your knees, Josh’s lips following you until he was standing and you hooked your fingers in his waistband, pulling his boxers down. His erection sprang free and you broke the kiss, gazing up at him through hooded eyes. His dark eyes were clouded with lust and it made your empty core ache for him. You bit your lip when Josh nodded his head slightly, “Get on all fours.” He demanded, that dominant tone more prominent than before.

Silently, you obeyed, turning to face Tyler’s naked body and being surprised at the size of his length. Josh stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed you roughly by the hips pulling you closer to him. Tyler quit pumping himself and positioned himself on his knees in front of your face. Josh’s soft hands caressed up your sides, cupping your breasts and moving back down to your bum. You savored every feeling the two men gave you.

Reaching up, you grabbed Tyler’s hard member and ran your hand up and down it a few times, his thin body shivering and the contact. Josh ran his fingers through your wet folds. Leaning forward slightly, you took Tyler into your mouth, tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. You hand pumped what you couldn’t fit as you bobbed your head back and forth. Behind you, Josh positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You moaned loudly around Tyler’s dick.

“Are you still alright?” Josh asked.

You nodded slightly but he must not have seen because Tyler’s strained voice chuckled a little, “Yeah she’s good.” Josh rocked his hips slowly at first but he soon matched your pace on Tyler. Tyler reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You could see his muscles fighting to keep from moving your head for you, shoving himself deeper. He didn’t want to hurt you after all. Josh gripped tightly onto your hips, sure to leave bruises as he snapped his hips fast. A knot built up in your stomach and your legs were beginning to shake. You took Tyler out of your mouth and slowly licked up the underside of his shaft. His cock twitched in your hand and you knew he was close.

You pumped Tyler faster, trying to focus on how Josh was making you feel and still keep a good pace with Tyler. His grip on your hair tightened and he quickly pulled back, letting go of you. He pumped a few times and released all over your body, panting.

Now that you were totally focused on Josh’s movements, you noticed his movements becoming erratic. You knew he was close. His breathing was labored pants. Knowing that he wasn’t going to last much longer, he pulled out and climbed on top of the bed on his knees. He roughly grabbed your ankle and brought it over his shoulder before slamming back into you. He hit that spot deep inside you that made you scream out, “FUCK!” Your eyes screwed tight. Both and Tyler and Josh let out a small laugh at your profanities. It was rare when you cussed. “Oh shit right there.” You begged and Josh obeyed. Your whole body was on fire, every nerve burning with lust.

Tyler stood up and walked to the side of the bed, leaning over. With one hand, he spread your folds apart, exposing your clit. With the other, he rubbed fast harsh circles over your sensitive bud. That combined with Josh continuously pounding your g-spot had you screaming and moaning, “Fuck… me… Uh… Josh… Shit … Yeah… Oh god Tyler!” You moaned. Your entire being was on fire and how you hadn’t cum yet was beyond you because you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“I’m so close babe.” Josh groaned. You reached down and held his hand tightly.

Suddenly, you felt your walls tighten uncontrollably as wave after wave of euphoria washed over you. “Fuck! Josh!” You moaned (or rather screamed), toes curling and legs bending as you orgasmed. The boys worked you through your orgasm, Tyler rubbing your clit and Josh slowing his hips. Your walls clenching around his length sent him over the edge. He pulled out leaning over your body and resting his head on the bed next to you. The two of you were panting uncontrollable messes. That was by far the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had, still feeling the effects after your breath calmed down.

“Holy shit, Y/N. You fucking squirted that was so hot.” Tyler commented and Josh chuckled into the mattress. You turned bright red, covering your face with your hands. You’d never squirted before.

“I have never heard you cuss that much. You’re freaking filthy. But sexy.” Josh laughed, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“That was freaking amazing.” You panted, sitting up. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and set your feet down to walk to the bathroom but as soon as you put weight on your legs, your knees buckled slightly. Your core already ached. It had been a long time since you’d been screwed so hard you could barely walk and you honestly loved it.

You heard a snort behind you. “Are you alright?” Josh asked. You turned around stabilizing yourself.

You put up a hand and laughed a little, “I’m good. It’s just… been a while.” You said. You returned from the bathroom with a towel and cleaned up your guys’ mess. The three of you got dressed and met back up in the living room, sitting on the couch.

You were the last one to get into the living room. Josh and Tyler insisted to take a shower since Tyler kinda came all over you. They sat there with expectant looks on their faces, “So… was it awful?” Josh asked nervously.

You shook your head, “You heard me earlier. That was amazing. Did you guys enjoy yourselves?”

“A little awkward but not bad.” Tyler confessed. All three of you laughed and nodded in agreement.

“But thanks guys. Really. I never actually thought that dirty little fantasy was gonna come true. And I’m glad it was with you Tyler.” You said, sitting next to Josh who put his arm around you, letting you burrow yourself into his side.

Hangover

Anon prompt: “omg! I love your imagines! could you pretty please doone where jughead and the reader are at a party and juggie gets drunk and sings sex by the 1975 an then in the morning wakes up and doesnt remember dooing it? please!”

A/N: Sure can, sorry I didn’t post this last night :-( 

Tags: Alcohol tw, PDA

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anonymous asked:

#13 with Jhope or Jungkook please?❤Angst or smut maybeeee

Just for the Night (Hoseok x Reader)

Prompt request: “Are you hurt?”

Summary: Hoseok is a famous actor, and you happen to be working as a stylist on set. You and Hoseok have undeniable chemistry, but will anything come out of it?

Word count: 1.4k words

Originally posted by sunbaejin

You watched as Hoseok recited his final line. Throughout the past few months of filming, you had been completely awed by Hoseok’s presence and charisma. He was always energetic and cheerful, and his acting was stellar. You understood why the young star had risen to fame so quickly.

Plus, you were also stunned by Hoseok’s good looks. You had seen him on screen before, but in real life, it was a whole different story.

Unfortunately, with filming already wrapping up, you realized you never got the chance to talk to Hoseok. You figured a star like him would have no interest in you–a college student interning as a makeup artist. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, anyway.

The crew members and cast erupted into cheers as the final scene concluded. Filming was over. It was a bittersweet moment for you; the experience was amazing and you were sad to be saying goodbye.

With a quiet sigh, you retreated to the dressing rooms with a few other makeup artists. You only handled the secondary or background characters, so you never came into contact with the big stars.

One of the supporting characters was played by a young actress named Mina, who was around your age. She treated you like an equal, which wasn’t very common in your experiences.

“Hey, Y/N!” Mina called, running up to you and draping her arm across your shoulders. “Can you believe it? Filming’s done! Isn’t it crazy?”

“I know,” you replied sadly. “I’m kinda sad. I had so much fun working here.”

“So, once you graduate, just come work here again!” Mina chirped. “It’ll be so cool seeing all of our hard work on the big screen, you know?”

“That’s true,” you laughed. The two of you disappeared into a changing room, where you made quick work of removing Mina’s makeup and hair extensions. You chatted idly as you did so, Mina carrying most of the conversation. After a few minutes, you were finally finished. Mina changed into her regular clothes and you two exited the room.

“So, are you going to the dinner?” Mina asked as you walked through the production building’s long hallway. “The place is really nice! I mean, I’ve never been there, but I heard it’s awesome.”

“I don’t think I’m going to go,” you said reluctantly. “I dunno, it’s not really my thing. Plus, I’m an intern. The actual crew might not be too happy to have me there.”

“Don’t say that!” Mina exclaimed, slapping your arm lightly. “You do a ton of work, and you’re not even paid! You deserve a free, fancy dinner.”

“Amen,” you muttered. You turned a corner, entering the building’s large lobby. Crew and cast members were already congregating there, talking excitedly. “But still. It’ll be uncomfortable. I’m just going to go home after this.”

“You’re not coming to the dinner?” a voice suddenly asked from behind you. Both you and Mina spun around, stunned into silence upon seeing Hoseok standing just a few feet away from you.

“I-I’m not, no,” you replied quickly, tripping over your words. Barefaced and in casual clothing, Hoseok was still radiant. He smiled at you, and you had to physically resist the urge to swoon.

“Why not? It’ll be fun. Plus, free food,” Hoseok grinned. “For real, you should come, Y/N.”

“I, uh, I’ll t-think about it,” you stammered, reeling from the fact Hoseok knew your name.

“Hope I’ll see you there,” Hoseok said, shooting you a thumbs up. “You too, Mina.” With that, he walked away, presumably to talk to someone more important.

You turned to Mina, your mouth hanging open. Mina had a similar expression on her face.

“He knows my name,” you whispered to her. “Holy fuck. Why does he know my name?”

“I have no idea,” Mina replied, her voice bursting with excitement. “But you better find out!”


Two hours later, you arrived at a luxurious restaurant stuffed into one of Mina’s designer dresses. Uncomfortable in heels, you waddled up to the front of the restaurant where a few other people you recognized were standing. Mina patted your arm encouragingly, knowing how out of place you felt.

After some small talk, you were whisked into the restaurant. It was dimly lit, the interior design modern and sleek. The entire place just radiated wealth. You were itching to leave, but you wanted to talk to Hoseok once before the night ended. A girl could dream, after all.

The company had booked a whole section of the restaurant, so you and Mina just took a small table and waited to be served. Mina chattered away, and you listened attentively to whatever drama was happening in the world of celebrities. You didn’t care, really, but you had to admit it was interesting.

Eventually, dinner was served. Earlier, you had ordered lobster because you knew it was expensive. You hadn’t been paid for your labour, so you sure as hell were going to milk this free dinner for all it was worth. You had also been drinking champagne nonstop, so when you started to feel a little dizzy, you had to take a breather.

“I’m gonna go to the washroom,” you announced, pushing away from the table. Mina nodded, her mouth full of food, and waved you away. Teetering on your high heels, you searched the dark restaurant for a washroom in vain. Wandering aimlessly, you eventually found a hallway leading somewhere.

You continued walking down the hall, hoping it didn’t lead out of the building. Just as you were turning a corner, you collided with something solid. Stumbling back, you flailed as you tried to catch your balance.

Hands grabbed onto yours, keeping you steady.

“Are you hurt?” Hoseok asked, concern ringing his voice. “Oh, Y/N! You came!”

“I-I’m fine,” you blushed, letting your hands fall from Hoseok’s warm grip. “And yeah, I did. The food was good, so I’m not complaining.”

“You should’ve come talk to me sooner,” Hoseok pouted. His expression quickly turned serious, and his eyes turned dangerously dark as he looked down at you. “But you look really good tonight, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, biting your lip. You peered up into Hoseok’s eyes shyly. “You look nice, too.”

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” Hoseok mumbled as he leaned down, his face hovering inches away from yours. You could feel his breath ghosting across your lips. When you made no attempt to move, Hoseok closed the distance, and his lips met yours.

Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was just Hoseok, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was messy and too quick, but it sent shivers down your spine. Hoseok’s mouth was so warm, and his wandering hands drew you in.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. You panted in unison. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you.”

“You should have told me sooner,” you laughed, threading your fingers through Hoseok’s soft hair. You tugged the strands gently. “But better late than never.”

“True,” Hoseok smirked. He stepped back and grabbed your hands. “Here, follow me.”

He led you further down the hallway where there were–like you were looking for–washrooms. Hoseok pulled you into the empty washroom, clicking the lock behind you. When he turned back to look at you, the expression on his face almost predatory. You smiled at him. A challenge, which he readily accepted.

And if Hoseok liked you in Mina’s dress, he certainly liked you even more without it.


After that night with Hoseok, you parted ways without a word. Well, there were words. Hoseok was as excitable as ever. But there were no promises of keeping in touch or relationships. Both of you knew that was impossible.

So, your internship ended and you returned to school. You were actually studying special effects makeup–niche, you knew. After your final year in college, you returned to the industry with a bang. After working on a few small projects, you landed a position on a huge film project.

When you walked in on the first day, the last person you were expecting to see was Hoseok.

He spotted you almost immediately, a smile tipping the corners of his lips upward. His eyes darkened–just like they did that one night–as he looked you up and down.

“Y/N,” Hoseok said, your name sounding like honey. “Nice to see you again.”

- Girl in Luv

Thnx guys! Hope you enjoyed. I was a little low on inspo since I wrote another imagine with the same prompt. But I tried to make them as different as possible! Was also aiming for smut…but I’m too weak. You guys can guess what went down in the washroom. Also prom was fun, after prom was lit. I’m sick again tho, so was it worth??? Thanks for reading 💛

Please Don’t Leave - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Ok, so I wrote this pretty quickly last night since my work schedule’s been all over the place so I didn’t edit it, oops!  Sorry in advance if there are any god-awful errors!  I hope you guys enjoy this one! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 1118

Warnings: a couple swear words!

Request: “Hey can you do an Auston Matthews imagine with prompt 152? Thanks! Love this blog btw :)” - @thecrosby-chronicles

Prompt: #152 “Please don’t leave me.”

Up next: Jake Guentzel

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“Good morning Aus” you murmured as you rolled into your boyfriend’s side.  

He squinted his eyes then gave you a small grin before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.  “Morning love.”

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The Joker x Reader - “How to make a baby”

The Joker really wants a baby and doesn’t know how to approach the subject. Last time you two talked about it your answer was an unmistakable no and he doesn’t take that kind of negative attitude from anybody, including his girl. Or so he likes to believe…

You are reading a book in front of the fireplace, sitting on the soft rug and leaning your back against the couch. The Joker is resting in his favorite armchair, reading articles about How to make your girlfriend happy on his cell. He wants to convince you to have a baby with him and things have to go the right way because he is aware he can’t force you on this one. J reads the list again and decides to try the stuff he found, maybe it will work.

1. Tell her you love her

He holds his phone with two fingers like it’s infected with some contagious virus, takes a deep breath and utters with emotionless voice:

“Pumpkin, I love you.” It sounded so cold, flatter than the flat green tea latte he orders from Starbucks all the time. He hates the taste but it’s green. Yeah, well… it makes sense to him.

“Awww, that’s nice J,” you mumble, not really paying attention. You always have to sift through what he says because he sure says a lot of things. Most of the times you just pretend to listen and find it easier to just go with the flow.

It didn’t seem you cared about his first effort and he passes his fingers through his hair, annoyed: “What a bunch of nonsense, who wrote this crap?! I should kill them,” he thinks to himself and notices there is/are no name(s) at the end of the article. Dammit, how is he supposed to punish the culprit if he doesn’t know who it is? That makes him even more irritated but decides to continue.

2. Tell her she’s beautiful

For this one J believes he needs to change spots so he comes on the couch behind you and sits so you are trapped between his legs. He starts massaging your shoulders, his gold bracelets clinking in your ears.

“Ahhh, it feels nice,” you whisper, closing your eyes, enjoying the relaxing moment.

“You’re such a pretty doll, Princess,” he leans over and tells you, waiting for a reaction. You take his hand and kiss his laughing mouth tattoo, then keep it on your face, going back to reading. That worked better, he smiles, satisfied with the accomplishment so he continues:

“Do you remember when we first met? You annoyed me so much at the meeting I followed you to your car because I wanted to kill you.”

You snort at the memory and turn the page:” Oh, yeah, how could I forget?”

“…and then I saw you bending over to reach your glove compartment with that short skirt and I realized you had no underwear on.”

“Excuse me?! I did have underwear on,” you protest, looking up to him.

“That little string doesn’t count,” he smirks and you slap his knee.

“Does to! Plus, I totally busted you staring. Are you enjoying the view, Mister J? “ you recall the question, amused.

“Remember what I answered? I would like it even better from the top.” You both start laughing like crazy; it sure was one of the most daring pickup lines you ever heard but it worked.

“Such a charmer, baby,” you sigh, chuckling, turning your attention towards your reading again.

“I know,” he has to admit, grinning. “ I sure felt I have to ask if you would like to go on a heist together sometimes.”

“ I was impressed with your approach on asking for a date so I said yes,” you rest your head on his knee, closing your book for a few moments.  “It sure was lucky you had a robbery planned for that night, I never had so much fun on a first date,” you have to admit and The Joker’s heart beats faster, happy to hear the confirmation of his awesomeness. Man I’m good! he believes without hesitation and takes a quick glance at his cell again.

3. Buy her flowers

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he boasts before he grasps the idea he didn’t get shit.

“Oh, did you? How sweet, I love flowers,” you admit, picking around to see where they are and it clicks for J: Fuck, I have none. “Ummm, I forgot them in my car, I’ll go get them,” he gets up and heads towards the elevator, not knowing how is going to pull this one off.

“Thank you, baby !“ he hears before the elevator’s door close. You move close to the fire, wondering why he’s behaving weird but you kind of like it.

On the way to the underground parking, he passes by Frost’s office and since he always has the door opened, J sees the huge bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, no doubt a gift for his girlfriend.

He shamelessly walks in, giving Jonny a mean look and growls:

“These are mine!” and yanks the bouquet away.

“Of course, sir,” Frost is fast in agreeing since he knows better than not to keep his mouth shut at his boss’s behavior.

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“Here, for you Pumpkin,” J gives you the flowers, kissing you and you really feel excited.

“They look so beautiful, I’ll keep them by me for a while,” you determine with such a glowing smile it makes him intrigued: Why do women always like this stuff? It’s so stupid. He goes back to his spot behind you and starts playing with your hair. He thinks he got this so he begins talking:

“You know, Pumpkin, you’re only getting older and…”

“What?!” you snap, finally paying attention. “ You’re so rude!” you pout and move away from him, placing yourself on your tummy in front of the fireplace, slamming your book around before you calm down a bit. “You’re old!” you hiss at him over your shoulder and he deeply inhales, not understanding why the truth is upsetting you so much.

It’s finally time to glance at that list again because apparently going rogue on his own it’s not working too well.

4.  Show interest in what she likes

J crawls down by your side and imitates your position, staring you down.

“What are you reading, Doll?”

“A book about villains,” you reply, frowning, bouncing your legs up and down.

“Am I in there?” he asks, getting closer to you and places his chin on your forearm.

“Nope,” you shortly answer, sniffling.

“I should be,” he states with confidence, pretending to read what you are.

You lift your shoulders up and try to ignore him. He takes a quick pick at the phone again.

5.  Let her know you’re lucky to have her

“I’m the most important one around here but I guess you have your fair amount of usefulness,” he seductively mumbles, thinking it’s the best praise he came up with so far.

“Huh?” you get upset, turning towards him and watching his silver teeth shinning in the firewood light. “Shut up, J !” and you push him away, sulking.

What the hell?! I thought she will love this for sure.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, Princess, is that it’s OK having you around,” he corrects his earlier statement, hoping for a more positive outcome.

“Whatever,” you grumble while he slowly uses two fingers to walk down your back until he reaches your shorts.

6. Cuddle up with her at home

The Joker gropes you and uses you as an anchor while really shoving himself into you. Your hair being yanked in the process doesn’t make you receptive to his tactic.

“Ouch, what are you doing?” you look at him again, suspicious. “Are you trying to tell me you wanna have sex or something? Because you don’t need all this, I always want you,” you bitterly admonish him by admitting to the truth. It flusters you how you can’t fully hate him, at least not for long periods of time.

“I’m just trying to get in your pants, literally. Why are they so hard to pull down?” J tries again and no luck, blowing a rebel strand of green hair off his face, irked because he usually doesn’t have trouble undressing you.

“Wow, that’s why you’ve been acting awkward?” you finally smile, contemplating if you should still be mad or not.

“I was acting…normal,” he grunts, fighting with your shorts and it makes you snicker at his struggle.

“Which means weird for you,” you are fast to point out. “So what’s going on?”

“Dammit, stupid shorts!” he slaps your butt and you lift yourself up a little bit so he can finally succeed in his mission. “Ohhhh, strings again,”  he delightfully growls, biting his lip.

“You know I always wear this kind of stuff because it apparently saved my life,” you roll your eyes, feeling there’s more to this behavior of his. “Hey, my eyes are up here!” you lift his chin up from your cleavage, interrupting his fun. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He takes a deep breath and swears he’s going to get rid of you if you don’t agree with him:

“Pumpkin, we should really have a baby.” And now he waits.

You stare at him without blinking for a few long seconds and it makes him uncomfortable. He never feels uncomfortable.

“Are you…are you for reals?!” you furrow your eyebrows, gasping.

“Yeah, we should have a baby, I told you before I want one,” he grinds his teeth and you sure don’t seem thrilled.

“Really???!!!! I told you I’m pregnant when you were sitting on your stupid armchair, playing on your stupid phone with something stupid for sure! You didn’t seem to care!!” you raise your voice, mad again.

His mouth just opens, he surely didn’t hear that, concentrating too much on the article that was supposed to get you to the point of wanting to have a baby.

“Oh my God, Princess, I’m gonna be a dad?!” he blurs out, his blue eyes lighting up in a way you didn’t see before and it kind of lowers your defense.

“I hope you’re going to be a better dad because as I boyfriend…I don’t know…”

He is not paying attention again.

“The Joker is gonna be a father,” he whispers, absent minded and you have to make him focus again:

“Do you still want to get in my pants or what?”

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“Hey Princess!” he shouts from his desk and you turn around in the same time with your 5 year daughter that’s playing on the ground with her toys: “Yes, Daddy?” she giggles and J starts laughing in his crazy way that would normally make people cringe. The two of you are so used to it you don’t even care.

“Come sit in Daddy’s lap, would you?” he gestures and you head over with Evie running in front of you wanting to be first one. She gets on his left knee and you sit on his right one.

“Which one of us, baby?” you pull on his hair, aggravated.

He smirks, gratified on how sneaky he can be:

“Does it matter? I got you both trained!”

“Did you hear that, Evie? Daddy got us trained. What do we do when Daddy is being a smart-ass, hmmm?” you kiss her forehead and she charges at his neck, screaming:

“We bite him!!!”

“Ahhh, good girl,” you snarl, watching The Joker squirm and snicker under attack while reaching for the book you set on his desk earlier.

“Did you have time to look at this?” you ask him while he has fun with Evie and he nods no, whimpering at the small teeth grazing his skin. “Here”, you open the book in the middle, showing him what you customized for him online. “ I got you a whole chapter in the villains book, wrote it myself. This way you don’t have to wait until you die like the others.”

His eyes get big and he grins, so pleased with what you did.

“Daddy, play with me!” Evie tugs on his shirt when she notices he is paying attention to something else. She starts bouncing in his lap, impatient and you get up.

“You did this for me, Doll?”

“Oh, yeah, because I really want to get in your pants tonight. Literally,” you whisper in his ear, biting his neck too.

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You’ve been making out for 10 minutes now when he stops for a few seconds to unexpectedly say: “ I love you, Pumpkin” with that emotionless tone he uses when he’s at a loss of understanding his own complicated emotions.

“Aww, that’s nice, “ you snuggle more to him and he continues: “You’re such a beautiful doll, Princess.”

Something feels…strange.

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he moans while pulling down your bra straps. It suddenly clicks for you and you get off him, panicked.

“Oh, no! No, no, definitely not!” you back out, heading for the door.

“What?” he pretends to be all innocent. “We should have another kid, look how cute Evie is.”

“Out of the question, you know I had a horrible pregnancy,” and you run out of the door when he stands up to follow you, fed up with your rebellion. You lock yourself in the bedroom that’s the furthest from your daughter’s room so you won’t wake her. The Joker comes and softly knocks on the door, amazed he’s not pissed yet:

“ Y/N, open up! What are you going to do? You’ll never sleep with me again?!”

You debate, thinking of all the fun you have all the time, that’s why you sound doubtful when you reply:

“Ummmmm…yeeeess….”

“Open the door, don’t make me mad! Daddy wants you! Or do I have to find myself another woman?” he bangs his head against the door, sighting.

“NO!!!” you kick the door from the other side, gulping. “That’s blackmail, J, it’s not fair!”
“This is what we do, Doll, you don’t like it when you are the lucky recipient?”

“NO!!!” you pout, kicking the door again. “I don’t like it!”

“Open up, yes? I want to get in your pants!” he tries the strategy and he hears you snicker. I didn’t lose my touch, he compliments his skills to his own self.

“I don’t have any pants on,” you crack the door open, hating yourself for wanting him so much.

He rests his head on the wood frame for a little bit before pushing his way in.

“Even better, makes it easier,” The Joker grins, slowly closing the door behind him.

Also read: MASTERLIST

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Sirius x Muggle!Reader: The Beginning

Warnings: None (exams- as I’m sure thats traumatic enough hehe)

Requested: Yes

A/N: I kind of left this open ended… I feel like it’s a little imagine but still provides some feels! My exams are done now, so I have time to be writing and they’re gonna be getting better as I get back in the swing of things, I’m sure x Enjoy reading my loves!!! 

“PASS IT HERE MOONS!” You heard from outside.

You lifted your head from your post-it note covered textbook and looked outside. Your neighbour, Remus, was outside with his mates again who were playing football. You felt a small smile tug at the corners of your mouth as the black, shaggy haired boy- who seemed to be called Padfoot- looked up to your window, before ‘Prongs’ kicked a ball at him.

You giggled as the boy kicked the ball back at ‘Prongs’ and their football game continued. Slowly, you returned to your revision, listening to the jeers and laughs of the boys below.

‘TAP, TAP, TAP’ You heard, making you jump and accidentally draw a small line of green on your cheek.

“Oh, shit.” You whispered, lifting your head to look outside while simultaneously rubbing your cheek, “hmm” you laughed slightly, seeing what was causing the noise.

Remus was smiling and waving, next to ‘Prongs’ who was throwing pebbles at your window whilst the others laughed.

You waved back, mouthed a ‘hi’ and went back to your work.

The ‘TAP’ started again a few moments later, the one who had been throwing stones was now mouthing ‘open your window’. You looked at Remus who was smiling at you and the dark haired boy next to him that looked somewhat embarrassed.

You leant over your desk and turned the handle, pushing your window open.

“THANKS!” The messy haired boy shouted up.

You laughed, “No problem!”

“Y/N, they want to know if you want come get ice cream?” Remus called.

“Oooh,” You groaned, looking at the textbook in front of you, “I can’t! Maybe next time!”

As the boys turned away, you could’ve sworn you heard ‘Better luck next time Pads’.

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