sigh i just love this show so much

OT3 goodness
  • We specifically bought this mini-van instead of a car because it has three seats in the font but now all we do is argue about who gets to sit in the middle
  • Our group chat is mostly just Person A serenading the both of us with song lyrics and dirty messages oh my god this fucking dork…oh shit now I’m kinda aroused one of you fuckers meet me for lunch asap
  • We all tried to spit our toothpaste in the sink at the same time and ended up banging our heads together and communicating in unintelligible noises due to having too much fucking toothpaste in our mouths oh my god will one you just spit first I’m so tired I want to go to bed
  • Person A always sleeps in the middle because they are the smallest but that also means that sometimes they end up like a whole half of the way down the bed by morning and more than once now we’ve both been terrified we accidentally suffocated them in the night
  • Person B is literally so fucking ticklish and we tickle-attack them so often that we think they might actually secretly hate us and have plans to leave us
  • Your parents are super supportive of our relationship which is really nice but every year your mom knits us three matching Christmas sweaters and we have no choice but to wear them and now the entire extended family knows we’re all together and it can get kinda awkward at times but oh well I love you both so much, hey Person A show us your childhood bedroom
  • I SWEAR I HAVEN’T WORN A PAIR OF MY OWN UNDERWEAR IN OVER A YEAR THERE IS JUST SO MUCH FUCKING UNDERWEAR IN THIS HOUSEHOLD GODDAMN
  • You and I were innocently making out but then I got aroused and so did you but we knew Person C would be home literally any minute so we just decided to wait for them at which point they walked through the door and took one look at our faces and realized exactly what was going on before sighing at us disappointingly and taking off their shirt
  • You two are such trouble-makers and I am literally cleaning up after you 24/7 please be adults for like one second and no both of you simultaneously smothering me in neck kisses isn’t going to make me less mad….but carry on anyways

some quick random thoughts about the last chapter:

  • naked guan shan is a sight to behold, and it’s not like we didn’t know since old xian loves to draw him in various states of undress (which is still hilarious to me), but d a m n, he is hella build
  • he also looks gorgeous in those white pants
  • actually he looks gorgeous full stop, like srsly sometimes i can’t believe how beautiful guan shan is, his character design is so good
  • guan shan looking up he tian’s horoscope is THE MOST. ADORABLE. THING. EVER. and it clearly shows that guan shan has been thinking about he tian and wants to learn more about him, wants to understand him, and im just!!!! so excited because guan shan’s feeling have been slowly shifting and turning into something more, and seeing his journey into falling in love with he tian is so breathtakingly beautiful HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL
  • “your partner is very tender, soft, sweet, and understanding, will look after you well” [muffled screaming] OKAY LISTEN he tian’s horoscope is making me so emo because he actually is all those things, we got to see it in the way he constantly cares about guan shan, and we didn’t really need a confirmation but im still very grateful that old xian spelled it out like this
  • WHAT IS HE TIAN’S ZODIAC SIGN THO @old xian you can’t have guan shan look it up and not tell us I NEED TO KNOW
  • ….i honestly don’t want to say that guan shan was about to jerk off thinking about he tian but it sure looked like it and my brain short circuited for a while there………….
  • ..was…………was he tian waiting on guan shan’s balcony while guan shan showered and then hiding there until he could make the perfect entrance GOD DAMMIT HE TIAN
  • okay but guan shan’s mom making he tian wait for guan shan in his room and he tian looking around it to learn more about guan shan and then stepping out on the balcony and turning around when he hears guan shan walking in but stopping in his track because guan shan is SHIRTLESS and that wasn’t in the plan and HE NEEDS A MINUTE idk about y'all but im considering this canon
  • GUAN SHAN'S​ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS MOM IS BEAUTIFUL AND IM CRYING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
  • i fucking knew he tian was smart as hell, and the fact that he just showed up at guan shan’s house to help him study is making me feel stuff because !!!!!!!!!! he cares!!!! about guan shan!!!! so much!!!! he wants guan shan to stay in school and succeed and be the best version of himself because, unlike she li, he knows guan shan has potential and deserves so much more than being used as a scapegoat and he tian just loves him so much IM SHOOK
  • (i honestly want to make an analysis about he tian vs she li so badly, i wish my brain could just work sigh)
  • those last three panels are just so???? cute???? i don’t know, he tian looks adorable in them and their banter feels so comfortable and light-hearted, and i just really love it (im lowkey laughing at guan shan’s punches feeling like a massage to he tian THESE DORKS)
  • (guan shan not looking at he tian in that third to last panel is interesting tho, i wonder if it actually means something or if im reading too much into things as usual)
  • i really REALLY need to see guan shan and he tian studying together and then guan shan’s mom inviting he tian to stay for dinner and the three of them just interacting with each other, it would be SO GOOD and have so much potential to learn more about he tian and guan shan @old xian IM BEGGING YOU (……am i being too greedy??)
  • guan shan’s mom is gonna become the number 1 tianshan shipper just wait for it
Danger

i.e. Tae’s Scary When He’s Angry

Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 12,566 (yikes)

Dedicated to my equally obsessive and kinky friend, Abbie (you know you loved it).

Warning: lots of fluff, love (aka serious business), humor, awfully kinky situations, teasing, and smut (not all in that order though)

A/N: You’re welcome ;) This is the beginning of a series of drabbles for this couple, and was really fun to write. *It’s not meant to be completely realistic, but I tried to keep the boys’ characters in mind, but come on, we all fantasize.* Enjoy~

Important note: ‘Italicized words in this format are Y/N’s thoughts.’


  You had done everything in your power to get Taehyung’s attention, due to his recent unresponsiveness. You were sure he was snubbing you, but for what reason you didn’t know.

  Tonight, Tae and the rest of BTS had a stage and press meet for Mnet, and you, per the norm, were to go along with them for support. Tae rarely left you behind for events such as this because he hated the thought of leaving you all alone at home. The few times he had been forced to leave you alone, he rushed back in despair, with promises to make up for all the lost time. Not that you minded. Those nights definitely made up for it.

  The past few days though, Tae had been very quiet. But not just quiet. He barely even looked at you while you two were together. He kept leaving for work early, barely touching the special breakfast you always made for the two of you to eat together while watching each other from across the table, as neither one of you were awake enough to speak in the mornings. Instead both sleepily, and happily grinning at each another from your self-designated seats.

  Recently though, Taehyung just did not seem to want to have anything to do with you. He had always been so open with you, so the fact that whatever that was on his mind was keeping him from speaking openly with you, bothered you to no end.

 The first day, you just wondered if he was exhausted due to BTS’ recent mini-comeback, but you started to become fervent in your efforts to figure out what was going on with him. You checked just about every news and fan site dedicated to BTS to see if any of the fans had noticed something you hadn’t, but to no avail.      

 Apparently though, the fans seemed just as concerned about your husband as you. Not only was he distant at home, but at work as well. You had even texted the boys to ask them if they had any idea about what might be going on with him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

 You began to panic after a few days because unsettling thoughts of Taehyung maybe cheating on you flooded your mind. You quickly dismissed them, though, because you knew Taehyung well enough to know that he would never cheat on you. Besides, you trusted him wholeheartedly. He was your best friend and hubbie after all.

  You were at a loss for what was going on with him, but you were determined to figure it out. At whatever the cost. Even if that meant flirting with the other members tonight at the event to get Tae jealous enough to speak to you.

 You knew Tae’s jealous and possessive side all too well. It happened to be the most effective method of getting what you wanted from him (not that you couldn’t ask for whatever you wanted, but it was typically worth the trouble when he was mad).

  You also knew the members of BTS well enough to know they’d be down for just about anything as long as no one was cheating on anybody, and was all in good fun. You were close with each of the boys, and you loved them all as your best friends, especially Taehyung, Jimin and Yoongi.


  Dressing for the event had been rather fun. You didn’t want something too revealing- that had never been your taste. You decided on a dark red turtleneck dress with long sleeves, and a short skirt that exposed your silky legs and thighs, and added red velvet pumps to top it off. You wanted to go all out tonight if you were going to go through with this plan.

  When you finished, you headed out of your closet and downstairs towards Taehyung. He had been pulling on his blazer when you walked out, and barely glanced at you when he grabbed his car keys. It wasn’t until he sat in the car, that something about you must have caught his attention, as he did a double take. He looked into your eyes with surprise for about 4 seconds before turning his eyes forward and starting the engine.

  Throughout the drive, Tae’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, completely engrossed with the road ahead of him.

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Flufflet #3 for @lifeinahole27 as a reward for writing her CSBB!

Sometime after the season 6 finale, the gang decides to look into the whole “song inside me” thing, and Blue is able to return their memories of the whole debacle.


“I can’t believe we forgot all this,” Snow said, almost whispering.

“It was necessary,” Blue said, like that explained everything, which it didn’t. But this was Blue, so it was about as good of an explanation as anyone was ever going to get.

“Yeah, well, it was a memory I could have done without,” Regina said, as though she had a bad taste in her mouth. “Me, singing and dancing like some kind of …”

"Don’t say it,” David warned.

“Disney character,” Henry finished. “I wish I could have seen it and heard it. All I have is the page here.”

“Look,” Emma said. “What matters is that all of your songs–the happy ones, the sad ones, the angry ones–all of them, that’s what I needed to keep the Black Fairy from crushing my heart. So even if you’re embarrassed now, I’m grateful.”

Snow and David smiled almost beatifically, and Regina sighed. Zelena shrugged. “I’ve nothing to be embarrassed about; I sounded fantastic.”

“Better than me?” David challenged.

“I think the Rabbit Hole does karaoke,” Snow said. “If we want to find out.”

Emma snickered at the thought of her dad and Zelena going head to head in a karaoke competition. Killian, though, was uncharacteristically silent.

Actually, he’d been quiet the whole time. She turned to look at him, but he refused to meet her gaze, staring at Blue instead. Weird.


“So, what’s wrong?” she asked as she plopped down on the bed and watched as he finished pulling on his pajamas.

“What’s that, love?”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since Blue gave you guys your … musical memories back. Why?” She paused. “Was your song embarrassing or something?”

“No.”

“Well, I know you can’t be insecure about your singing voice. You already know I think you’ve got a sexy one.”

He chuckled. “No.”

“Well, what then? And don’t tell me you’re not upset because we both know you are.”

He sighed as he climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms. “All right, but it’s … odd, I suppose.”

“I’m the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming and I’m married to Captain Hook. My closest friends are the Evil Queen, and her sister, the Wicked Witch, and Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I think I’m good with odd.”

“Not sure it’s the same variety of odd, love, but fair enough.”

“Just tell me.”

“I’m trying to.” He paused. “You recall your parents and Regina discussing their musical tete-a-tete?”

“Yeah.” God, she would have paid so much money to see that.

“They showed up at the tavern I was drinking at, offered me all the gold and jewels I wanted, and asked for me to take them to Regina. I refused their payment, insisting the only thing that would satisfy me would be my revenge.”

“And by insisting, I’m assuming …”

“Aye, I may have insisted rather musically,” he admitted.

“So you’re upset because you refused?”

“No, I agreed,” he said. “They realized I wanted revenge on the Dark One and told me they had him prisoner. We struck a deal, and I brought them to Regina as requested.”

“Okay.” Was he upset that her parents had almost been complicit in him murdering Gold? That he’d brought them to Regina like they’d asked? “I don’t get what’s wrong,” she admitted.

“I–” He took a deep breath. “It’s just so strange.”

“Killian–”

“Emma, you were there.”

“I–what? No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were.”

Oh. Oh.

“So you’re upset because you bumped into my mom when she was pregnant with me?”

“I’m not upset,” he corrected. “It’s just odd, isn’t it? Here I am, singing about how all I care about is revenge, and my unborn wife is right there.”

She couldn’t help it. She wished she could have, with her husband sitting next to her, clearly struggling with the whole scenario. She should have been supportive and understanding.

But she couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing.

“Oi, this isn’t funny, Swan.” The giggles would not stop. “Swan, please, you can’t tell me you don’t find this at least slightly strange!”

“Oh come on,” she said, trying to regain her breath. “Killian, you’re, like, three hundred years older than I am and that hasn’t mattered to either of us.”

“But this is different!”

“Not that different.” She burst out laughing again. “Oh my god, you, like … practically serenaded me while I was in the womb!”

“It wasn’t a serenade, and I wasn’t–love, you must stop laughing.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” But she couldn’t.

He sighed angrily and moved away, turning to shut off the lamp on his nightstand. “Well, good night, then.”

“Killian, come on.” Okay, it was less funny now. Still funny, obviously, but with how upset he was getting, she needed to cut it out. “Look, it’s really not that weird.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Will it be weird when I get pregnant to sing to our unborn kid?” He didn’t answer. “Because that’s a normal thing, you know? And then they come out and grow up into adults, and you don’t sit there feeling weird that you used to sing to them before they were born.”

Not that she’d had any experience in that area. Even if she hadn’t had a cellmate in juvie, she probably wouldn’t have tried singing to her baby bump. But that had been a different situation; if Neal hadn’t given her up, and they’d stayed together, the two of them would definitely have done it.

“I know that’s different,” she said, when Killian didn’t respond. At least her giggles had subsided. “Because it’s your kid and not your future spouse. But still, it’s really not that weird.”

“No, that’s not it.” His voice was tentative, like he was unsure of what he was about to say. “Just … when you get pregnant?”

She froze. She’d made offhanded references to hypothetical siblings for Henry, but at no point had she explicitly told Hook that she wanted more kids. And now it had just kind of slipped out, and not in a way that she would have wanted to put it when she eventually brought it up.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I know we haven’t talked about it. I shouldn’t have said it.”

“No, no.” And now his arms were around her again. “You want more children, Emma?”

“I mean … yeah, I do. I guess we should have talked about it before we got married and stuff.”

“Because you believe that I’m not interested in having children with you?”

“I didn’t say that,” she pointed out. “Just, you’ve told me that Milah never wanted more kids and you were fine with that.”

“I loved Milah deeply,” he said. “I knew that being with her meant that my only experience as a father would be if we went back for Baelfire, and I was willing to accept that life. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want children of my own.”

“Oh.”

His arms tightened around her. “Swan, I would love to have children with you. More than anything.”

“Oh?” Her heart beat faster.

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay, but you have to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“You’ve got to sing that song for me.”

anonymous asked:

Please do a jealous Jughead fic where he gets territorial over her but she's into it

So I’ve actually gotten a few requests for a Jealous!Jughead so here you guys go! Enjoy ;) and I’m always taking prompts, so feel free to send them!


He loves dating the cheerleader.

He’s well aware of the fact that his relationship is every cliche trope out there. The cheerleader and the outcast. The good girl with the bad boy. A Southside Serpent with a River Vixen? It was a story waiting to be written. He doesn’t care though. He loves dating Betty Cooper.

He never really gave a shit about coming to any of these football games before. He’s pretty sure he only ever came to one before and that was to attempt to talk things out with Archie; it worked. Now though, he comes to them for an entirely different reason.

Seeing Betty jumping around in her little River Vixens uniform, bright smile on her face as she tries to pump up the crowd? Yeah, it definitely got him feeling a little more than pumped up.

If it weren’t for Betty then it’s safe to assume that he’d never attend these games. He didn’t even go to Riverdale High anymore and he stuck out like a sore thumb from where he stood by the bleachers clad in his new leather jacket, but he didn’t care. Betty enjoyed having him there and he’d do anything to make sure she was happy.

He hardly pays attention to the football game at all. Do the Bulldogs even win? He doesn’t know. He thinks that they did pretty okay if the way that Betty is jumping up and down with her pompoms is anything to go by.

The clock finally runs out and he sighs in relief.

He watches as Betty looks around, trying to find him. Her eyes finally lock on his and she smiles and waves at him. She always tries to catch his eyes throughout the game as if she’s making sure that Jughead’s still there watching her and of course he is.

She holds up her hand, letting him know that she needs a few minutes to get her things together. He nods and crosses his arms as he leans back against the side of the stands.

Betty takes a bit longer than usual and he looks back towards the track to see if she’s coming yet, but what he actually does see makes his blood boil.

He’s a jealous guy. He’ll be the first to admit it. He’s always been a jealous guy, but this was the first time he had an actual girlfriend and to say he was a bit territorial was an understatement. It’s not that he didn’t trust Betty, because of course he did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a problem with random guys looking at her or trying to hit on her.

Despite her disagreeing with him, Jughead was well aware that Betty was a freaking catch. She was drop dead gorgeous, smart as hell, and a complete sweetheart. He considered himself blessed that she had ever even been his friend, but now that she was his girlfriend? Yeah, sue him if he got a bit territorial with her.

So that’s the exact reason why his fist grips the metal railing in front of him tightly as his eyes narrow while he watches some guy from the rival school try to talk to Betty.

Doesn’t he have a bus to catch or something? Jughead wonders to himself. 

Betty looks uncomfortable as she tries to shove her pompoms into her duffle bag. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to the football player at all and it isn’t until the guy actually puts his hand on her shoulder that Jughead springs forward onto the track.

“You about ready, Betts?” He asks her, shoving the guy’s arm away with his shoulder as he puts himself in between them.

Betty looks surprised before she smiles gently at him in thanks. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Uh, dude, we were kind of in the middle of something.”

Jughead rolls his eyes and grinds his teeth together before turning around.

“Yeah?” He says sarcastically, giving the guy an ugly look. “Please tell me what you and my girlfriend were in the middle of.”

The guy looks shocked for all of about three seconds before he smirks at Jughead. 

“She’s your girlfriend? Yeah, I bet.” 

A remark like that might have hurt his feelings once, but not anymore. He knows that he’s just as good for Betty as she is for him. Veronica tells them more often than not that they’re soulmates and he believes her. He’s not going to let some jock with bad breath stand in front of him and make him feel any different. 

“Yeah, she is but even if she weren’t, believe me when I tell you that you wouldn’t have a chance in hell with her,” he sneers at the guy in front of him. “Don’t you have a bus to catch or something?”

Betty weaves her hand through his and tugs, probably trying to get his attention. 

“Juggie,” she whispers and he knows that she wants to leave already. He gives the guy one last glare before turning around to follow Betty out of the stadium. He doesn’t even take three steps before a large, meaty hand grips his shoulder tightly. It hardly hurts, but he whirls around and yanks his shoulder out of the guy’s grip. 

“Don’t touch my jacket,” Jughead hisses at him. “Did you get a catch of the logo on the back? I know you did. I’m not sure where you’re from and I don’t really give a shit, but you’ve had to have heard of the Southside Serpents here in Riverdale.” 

The guy’s face turns red. 

“And even if you haven’t,” Jughead continues, “touch me or my girlfriend one more time and you will, and I swear it’ll be the last thing you do.”

He turns back around and grabs Betty’s hand, leading her out towards the parking lot. 

“Jughead, calm down!” She shouts once they’re finally out of the stadium. 

He doesn’t answer her, instead he just turns around and places both his hands on her cheeks as he brings her face towards his and kisses her fiercely. It’s a kiss that says I love you, you’re mine. Only mine.

Betty hums into the kiss and allows him to completely take charge. It’s bruising and rough, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. When he finally pulls away she’s looking at him with glassy eyes and a dreamy expression. 

“You okay, Betts?” 

“I’m fine,” she sighs before smiling up at him. “That was just really hot.” 

Jughead laughs at her words and she chuckles softly. 

“You think so?”

“Mhm,” she hums. “In fact I think we should go to my house. My parents are working late tonight and I want to show you just how hot I think it was.”

“I love you so much, Betty Cooper,” he laughs as he follows her out of the parking lot.

“You’re about to love me a lot more.” 

And he doesn’t doubt that one bit. 

interview | cole sprouse x reader

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

request

written by: yours truly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: I loved guest star!! 😍 I was wondering if you could make a fic about cole how youve been keeping your relationship for months now and fans are suspecting that youre dating because of all the bts and photos of you and his ig and in one interview that youre having together someone questions you guys about it. sorry if this was long 😂 i love your fics 😘❤

a/n: basically this is another guest star part but an interview!

“god i’m so nervous”. you mutter pulling on your fingers as you wait in the green room with your boyfriend cole and co-star kj. we were about to endure a joint interview and it was your first lot of press you’ve done for riverdale.

but it wasn’t that factor that made you nervous, it was that people were becoming more and more aware of your romantic relationship with cole.

you’d been able to keep it under wraps for the whole two years you’ve been dating but now that you were both sharing the small screen people had caught on.

so you had to control yourselves whenever you were out. refraining yourselves from snap chatting each other or posting photos all over your instagrams.

you had to be strictly platonic. you didn’t need any sort of bad press if you two were to break up. so for now you weren’t a couple, you were just a couple of besties.

or atleast that’s what you thought. you thought were pulling it off. but more and more accounts for your ‘ship name’ with cole had popped up on both twitter and instagram and not to mention the constant questions when meeting fans in the flesh.

especially when they caught you out mid-date. when you two had to coyly pretend that you were waiting on other friends to excuse the fact that you were out together without the rest of the cast.

and to be quite frank you were getting sick of all the pretending and running around. sometimes you just wanted kiss your boyfriend or hold his hand whilst you walked down the streets.

not that you really had the opportunity to take a leisurely stroll down the road, being famous disney stars and all.

“you’ll be fine”, cole whispers walking toward you making sure no one was staring at the two of you. he placed a soft hand on your shoulder, instantly filling you with comfort.

“just breathe okay? if they ask don’t say yes but don’t say no, yeah? that way we aren’t lying or avoiding the question” you nod smiling to the boy as a young women calls you over to the interview room.

the three of you file in, sitting down on a huge plush couch, each boy on either side of you as the interviewer sits in her own seperate lounge chair.

the interviewer starts her intro off strong turning toward the three of you. “kj apa as archie andrews, y/n l/n as c/n c/l/n and cole sprouse as jughead jones on the cw’s riverdale!”

the three of you all smile greeting the interviewer, and the camera crew, as you settle into the interview, talking about the upcoming season and possible plot.

you were too busy worrying to even pay attention to half the stuff that was spewing from the ladies mouth, that you barely noticed her turn to you and begin to engage in conversation until kj smoothly nudged you.

patting down your dress you push your hair off your shoulder as she addressed you directly.

“so how is it for you to go from disney to the darker side of the cw?”

“i mean it’s a lot different to disney i’ll tell you that”. you pause the group laughing to themselves “i didn’t even really think i’d be coming back to acting but i couldn’t resist the role”.

she nods playing with the cards in her palms. “so anything in particular that’s vastly different?”

“well - it’s still directed for the younger generation but i feel like in disney it was more so for the children than the preteens for example…and the content we’re filming is a lot heavier than the stuff we dealt with on y/d/s but it’s also just as fun and exciting as i remember”.

“so you and cole -” you freeze at the mention of him, “both disney kids coming back to acting. kj what was it like to know that you were working with some of the greatest names in disney?”

you breathe a sigh of relief taking a sip from the glass of water on the table as you listen to kj rattle on about how much he adored cole and dylan.

“both of their shows i watched religiously. me and my mates used to love it aye. especially y/d/s with uh y/n we loved her a lot - im pretty sure one of my mates had a poster of her”.

you blush giggling to yourself. “so you had a crush on y/n?” the interviewer laughs, kj turning red at the words. you continue laughing placing a hand around his arm.

“aw kj!!!” you swoon embarrassing him further. cole joined in on the fun, “yeah he was a big fan we kinda had to push him a bit and be like ’hey buddy“.

kj shakes his head furiously to the camera his words rushing out in defence “nah nah nah”. sending you and cole into a laughing fit as the kiwi struggled to cover up his words.

“i mean i was a fan. like who wasn’t aye, but nah it’s a lot of fun filming with them and we all are good friends with the others too. but ugh yeah- it’s hard to go out anywhere because fans notice them from a mile away”

the interviewer laughs “wait people still notice you as your disney characters?” we both nod cole taking the lead.

“i mean it’s very flattering but as you can see im not the same kid with the blonde shaggy bowl cut so sometimes i question how they’d recognise me- especially from friends”.

you smile the interviewer looking to you for input “what about you?”

you nod leaning back slightly into the couch feeling coles arm against the top of the couch.

“they do yes, i go anywhere and they all yell ”c/n“ and sometimes i just forget and then they’re running and i’m running and then they’re screaming and i’m screaming”.

the room started to laugh.

“it’s a very weird situation” you giggle the interviewer cutting in.

“and you looking nothin like that girl anymore- you look amazing!”

you place a hand over your heart in awe “thank god for that” you joke poking fun at yourself. “i grew up and hit puberty and sometimes when i hear someone say ’hey you look like that girl off y/d/s? i’m like damn i must be having a rough day”.

the interviewer giggles “oh don’t be so hard on yourself- doesn’t she look hot now boys?” she slaps kj’s leg and they both nod.

“god yeah she’s come along way from disney-even though i still had a crush on c/n”, cole comments a smile growing on your face at the compliment.

“so are you all single?”

your heart plummets at the question. the dreaded question for anyone in the industry is asked whenever they are in one or aren’t. no one wants to be asked this question ever.

cole answers first surprising you “i’m not no”.

“i am” kj chirps taking a long drink from his water.

“i’m not either” you clear your throat smiling, refusing to make eye contact with cole.

the interviewer smirks knowing she got the answer you wanted “oh so you two are off the market”. she pretends to act surprised “well who are they”.

cole replies cutely “for us to know and you to never find out- all you need to know is she’s beautiful and one of a kind”.

you fight off the blush tinting on your cheeks as the interviewer wraps up the interview.

“one last question before you guys leave- serpent jughead? yes or no?”

“yes yes yes” you stammer feeling confident. “have you seen jughead in a leather jacket? serpent jughead is the best thing to come out of riverdale”.

cole blushes and the interview is officially over. cole’s manager walking over to escort us back to our green room.

“i think you might have just outed us” he teases walking dangerously close to you, his hot breathe on your neck.

“what can i say- serpent juggie just does some indescribable things to me”.

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Too In Character

 Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words: 758

-Jared and the reader do a breakup scene that just feels too real for Jared-

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know.



          Jared had been kind of worried ever since he had seen the script. You had been teasing him, but he legitimately seemed like this scene was going to be a problem for him. The two of you had never had that big of an issue when doing a scene together for Supernatural.

           “Jare?” you made him look at you as the two of you sat together before the scene was going to be shot.

           He looked up, “Hmm?”

           “You’re thinking too hard.”

           He shrugged, “This scene is just going to suck.”

           You laughed slightly, “Babe, you do fights with all kinds of monsters and this is the scene that stresses you out?”

           He nodded, “Yeah. It is.”

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Surprise

Summary: It’s your daughter’s first dance recital and she is a little bummed that he won’t be able to make it. He arrives just before the show starts and it makes her day. Fluffy fluff fluff!

TAGGING: @monsteramongmen-tamer @wildandfreepinkv0dka @hardcorewwetrash @imagineall-the-fandoms @alexispoo @ambrosegirlforever

This is just a cute little fic I thought of after attending my niece’s dance recital tonight. I have a couple longer fics in the works I’m working on. Another Finn fic, an AJ Styles, and a Miz fic are the next few to be posted!

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Hail Mary, Part XI

Premise: What if Jamie and Claire had 1) been more openly affectionate in those early days, and 2) not *had* to get married?

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V 

Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X



“I wanted to do that with you,” I sighed, nestling my bottom back against his hips, “for a very long time.”

“Oh, aye?” I could hear the grin in his voice as he kissed my shoulder and nipped kisses down my arm. “How did ye ken I’d be any good at it?”

“Who’s saying you were?” 

He heard the obvious teasing in my voice —calling a spade a spade: he’d been pretty bloody fantastic—and he gave it right back to me as he tsked with a mock-wounded, “Och, but she’s a vicious, cruel thing.” He slipped his arm under my head and brought the hand around to hold me close, whispering, grinning, “Cruel, cruel, cruel,” as he nipped his way up my still-flushed neck. 

I hummed a happy laugh. “I didn’t know. But…” I turned my head back toward him, and right on cue, he brought his ear down near my mouth, so that hot breath moved against him as I finished, “…I knew I wanted you inside me.”

I felt him shiver at that, and he moved his hips ever-so-slightly against me, tracing a slow, warm hand up and down my hip and abdomen. A devilish grin still in his voice, he murmured, “Have I married a wanton, then?”

“You’re going to have your hands quite full with me in your bed,” I laughed, giving ‘devilish’ right back to him, “whatever rude name you wish you assign to it.” 

“It’s wonderful, mo nighean donn,” he said, his voice suddenly soft. “I never dreamed—I—I didna even ken what it could be like.” I melted as he kissed my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. “How….perfectly happy a person could feel.” 

I had known—

but to feel it with him…

It was a new kind of perfection. 

“When I’m inside ye, Sassenach….” My husband pulled me tighter, seeming to fix his entire being on surrounding me, pulling me into him. “….I feel like….God himself.” 

The laughter fizzed out of me before I could suppress it, which startled Jamie, but another moment, and the both of us were giggling uncontrollably. I had trouble getting the words out. “Is—that why you—took his name in vain so much??” 

“While you’re already laughing at me—” Jamie choked out, the whole of him quaking behind me “—shall I tell ye that I didna ken there—was more than one position for coupling?” 

“No!!!!” I gasped, feeling my cheeks would break from delight. “WHICH ONE??” 

“The—back way—” he groaned, his voice wobbling as absurdly as his belly against my back, teetering on the edge of hysterics, “—like HORSES—” 

Jamie—I moaned, coughing, a full two minutes later, “…hhhhhhhhORSES!!!” 

“So YOU’RE—” Jamie gasped between veritable sobs of laughter, “—a—w—wanton, and I’m—a daft—LOON—” 

More giggles. And hacking and coughing and still more giggles, until we were little more than a quivering puddle of flesh, our muscles absolutely spent from laughter.

I sighed a huge, deep sigh, exhausted from all the love and happiness. He did, too, and we settled back into each other, spooning close, snuggled under his plaid. 

“So, what will we do, now, love? Make for Lallybroch?”

“Aye,” he said, “taking a verra indirect route, so as to stay off MacKenzie lands, but we’ll begin heading that way, to be sure.”

“And…we’ll stay there? Indefinitely?” 

I hoped the raw eagerness didn’t show too obviously in my voice. I’d never had a real home, before—a place on the earth that was mine in some lasting way; and I’d never truly acknowledged to myself just how much something in my soul yearned for such a thing—a place to settle and grow—to fill with love and good food and memories. From what Jamie had said to me of his home, I knew Lallybroch could be that place; but I didn’t want to get my hopes up if we were going to be uprooted again. 

“Well,” he said, shifting at my back and sounding nervous. “I suppose it’s—something we must decide together, aye?” 

I smiled, touched. He was acknowledging my choice. That it might always be together.  

“’Tis naught but a humble farm estate, ken?” he was saying, his words rushed and clumsy. “If ye—think you’d be happier someplace more–”

“No, I didn’t mean—!” I rolled to face him and let the truth of it show in my eyes. “It’s only that I don’t want to fall in love with a place we might have to leave.”

Happy relief flooded his face. “I dinna ever wish to leave, truthfully. I do think you’ll love it, Sassenach.” A flicker of doubt. “But do ye truly think ye can be happy? It’s no’ an easy life, a farm. We’ve servants and laborers, but there shall still—”

“I know I can, Jamie. I know it.” 

And just as I vowed it, just as I savored the happy joy radiating from him, from me, the weight of history came crashing down around my shoulders. 

My face must have fallen, for he was turning it up to him. “Mo nighean donn?” 

And though it threatened to crush my heart into dust, I told him.  About the war to come; the ‘45, and Bonnie Prince Charlie. The doomed cause. The famines. The Clearances. The endless upheavals and hardships that would all but destroy the Scotland he knew in just a few short years. How our life together would almost certainly be shaped—friends and family destroyed, if not ourselves, and that only by the grace of God— by an utterly doomed cause. 

He said not a word while I spoke, but I watched his face harden into a mask of control, a sign of just how deeply he, too, felt the fear and dread of the devastation that loomed so close at hand. He had come to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling of stars as I prophesied doom over the perfect happiness of this night, our life. 

“Is there…” he said, long after I’d fallen silent, “…anything we can do against this?” I turned onto my side to face him, though he still stared at the sky. “Mightn’t we—” He ran a hand backward through his hair. “Since we ken what’s to come, might we take steps to change things?” The desperate hope in his eyes… “Prevent some of this tragedy before it can run its course?” 

My mind reeled. Intentionally change the future? 

“I don’t know how much two people could do, Jamie,” I said, giving him honesty. 

He set his jaw and nodded, closing his eyes for a moment as though committing some prayer upward.  I brought an arm up and across his chest, half-laying on him as I put a soft hand on his cheek. “But we will do what we can. We’ll take measures to keep Lallybroch safe, at the very least; to keep our family safe. I promise.”

A sigh escaped him, something like relief, and he pulled me close, my cheek on his chest. “Then lead us, wise woman,” he murmured, “and keep us from harm.”

There was no laughter in his voice—only feeling, and genuine supplication. “Perhaps, Claire….Maybe ye were brought back to this time no’ just to save me, but many in these troubles to come.” 

God, the weight of those words upon me—the burden of knowledge of what was to come. 

“I don’t—It still might not be enough—”

He put a gentle finger to my lips. “I trust ye, mo nighean donn. And whatever must be done, we’ll face it together.”

I kissed him, long, soft, and deep. Together.  

A long time later, my parched throat overcame coziness and I stood, at which he made the most adorable little needy sound of protest. “I’m only going to get the canteen, you animal!” 

Still, I made a little show of sauntering over to our bags by the adjacent wall, bending luxuriously over, and taking a long swallow with my back to him, nearly spitting out the water to hear his sounds of distress all the while. “You do know how to make a girl feel gratified, Jamie. Positively got it down to an ART!”

“No’ art. Sheer. *animal*. weakness.” 

We both laughed, but when I turned back to face him, on his side watching me, his expression was serious, sweet with love. “Ye ken…I loved you, Sassenach, since I held you in my arms, that first day we arrived at Leoch.” 

I could only beam with happiness at the memory. God, that fireside…

(…and given the evident solemnity in what he was about to say, I refrained from mentioning the rather vivid association in my mind between that encounter and HORSES.) 

 “I loved you, then…” he went on, grinning, “—but Christ, when you fell into that river–”

Pushed,” I couldn’t keep from correcting with a playful grimace.

“Oh aye, when Ned Gowan—may he be sainted for it—pushed ye into the river,” he amended with a flash of a grin before continuing, quiet once more “—and ye let me carry ye… undress ye… hold ye… Christ….” He sat up and stared at me, shaking his head. “Claire, mo chridhe: my entire life just—rearranged around me.”

“I wanted it to be you.” My throat was so tight, it came out in a pitifully flimsy whisper.  

“What was that, lass?” he asked eagerly, standing and crossing to me where I stood leaning against the cool stones of the wall.

“When you set me down by the fire, that night, I knew I needed body heat.” I splayed my hands across his broad, smooth chest, tracing the beautiful outline of him.  “I was so far gone I couldn’t get the words out, and Murtagh, bless him, he was on the right track, so I just curled up and let things take their course, but—Jamie, I so badly ached for it to be you. I wanted….I kept trying to pluck up the courage to just say it.” 

He brushed a curl back from my face. “Say what?” 

“‘Jamie! You. Me. Warmth Cuddles! Spit spot!’” 

We both laughed, but I felt my belly clutch in memory. “But I was afraid, for so many reasons.” 

He pressed me gently back against the wall and kissed me, giving me the gift of not having to speak aloud the main reason for my fear and shame over my feelings that night. “Well, if you were afraid, Sassenach,” he said against my lips, “I was fairly shitting myself.” 

Memory, sadness, shame: banished. I chortled rather gracelessly into his mouth. “Oh, yes, that was quite apparent, love.”

He rolled his eyes as he smiled, sheepishly. “Christ, I wanted ye so badly I could scarcely breathe. A green, virgin lad handed a naked goddess and asked to mind her through the cold, dark night??“ 

“I wasn’t naked, you oaf!!” 

“Ye should have told that to my cock. It couldna seem to tell the difference.” We nearly dissolved into another fit of giggles before he groaned ruefully. “Had to say my hail marys to keep from embarrassing myself. WELL, I did embarrass myself, did I not?—to keep from doing something lecherous.” He stepped a pace back from me, shaking his head with a kind of dark awe as he surveyed me from head to toe. “It certainly felt as if it should be a sin….to behold you, so.”

I gave a dramatic look backward at my posterior, then another conspicuously between his legs, raising my eyebrows in pleasant surprise at what I found there. “Makes one wonder whether sin is half so bad, after all.”

THAT fast. Fire burned in his eyes as he closed the distance between us, jerked me off my feet, and pressed me against the wall—NOT gently. I came alive for him, wrapped my legs around him in visceral, lightning-fast permission, and he entered me with a sharp thrust that sent a deep gasp wrenching from my throat. And he was moving deep, deep, deeper inside me as he growled into my ear:

 “Then give me my sin again, Sassenach.

THE END


Thank you all SO MUCH for your support of this story!

I’m leaving things open-ended on purpose, just in case there comes a prompt that fits nicely with this AU that compels me to open it back up (just like I did with this renewal!).  

But for the time being, I’m perfectly happy to leave the Frasers to ride off into the sunset. Thank you all again :) 

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Adam’s Rib (part 1 of 3)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: Lin is a bartender. You need a drink.

Word Count: a fuck ton (approx 18k)

A/N: it’s problematic and full of plot holes but maybe let it go and try and enjoy it

So, this has been a long time coming, we know. It’s been a whirlwind of a time, and we can’t tell you how much has gone into this. We just wanted to thank all of you for being so patient with us, we know this took so much longer than we anticipated it would. 

Thank you so much for supporting our lack of chill and insanity, it truly means so much to us that we have such an incredible following, and we still can’t believe all of you exist! We love you all so very much!! Both of us are extremely emotional about every single aspect of this universe, and we are legitimately super excited to show you what we’ve been concocting this entire time (so much yelling behind the scenes, y’all, omg). 

Warnings: for now, it’s just alcohol and drinking, but this may or may not get a bit darker in parts two and three.

And now, without further ado, we hearby present part ONE of THREE of Adam’s Rib.

– Team GTNW –


“Hey, Lin, could I get another beer?”

“Stan,” Lin sighed, resting his hands on the bar in between them. “We both know you don’t need another.”

“Come on, you already took my keys so what harm could it do?”

Lin raised his eyebrows at the patron, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a fondness for wearing Hawaiian shirts in winter. As a bartender, Lin technically had the right to cut Stan off, call his slurring ass a cab, and move on to serving the handful of other patrons hanging around the bar at nine p.m. on a Tuesday.

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Bucky X Reader

Prompt: “I don’t tell you I love you enough.” Bucky needed some reassuring words.

Request:  Hey!! Can you maybe write one where Bucky needs some love from reader? Thanks :))

A/N: Requests are open. If you want to be tagged, tell me and I will arrenge it!

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“I love you.”

Bucky was laying on the bed, you were using his chest and shoulder as a pillow, your legs intertwined. His metal fingers gingerly traced lines on your naked back as your own fingers draw random patterns on his stomach.

“I don’t tell you I love you enough,” he whispered.

“You just told me you love me,” you chuckled and kissed his neck. Then you turned your head up to see his face, your nose touching his sharp jaw. “Was it because of what we just did?”

He smiled, but his blue eyes still showed conflict.

“I don’t tell you how much you’re important to me,” Bucky confessed, his voice just above a whisper.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I don’t tell you I love you enough,” he sighed and you adjusted your position to see his face better. “You put up with all my bullshit, with my nightmares, with my trust issues, with the therapy sessions, with the Avengers, with this,” Bucky glared at his prosthetic arm, “I just wish you could at least feel loved, that’s all. I know I don’t do that and I am sorry, [Y/n].”

You shifted so you were sitting, your body was completely facing his. Your hands turning his face to yours when he dropped his chin to his chest

“First off,” you placed your hands on his cheeks, “You tell me you love every time you get the chance. You say right after waking up – even if you don’t remember because of your crankiness in the morning -, during shower, before you go out with Steve to run, during meals, when I do something for you or you do something for me,” you said softly. You bit your lower lip for a moment before continuing. “My favorite are the random times. In the middle of a conversation, when you search around for me, during missions, I love it when you suddenly blurt out you love me,” you smiled and Bucky could see sparks in your eyes. A tiny smile began to stretch itself on his lips.

“The Avengers are my team too, and even if I only met them because of you, they are great friends. And I’d put up with any friends if you wanted me to,” your thumbs caress his stubble. His shoulders visibly relaxed. “All your ‘bullshit’, Buck, I am here to help you. I love all of you, including the parts you don’t like yourself. Until this day, I couldn’t find one ounce of bad within you. Ever. But I’m sure that if I did, it’d only add to the list of things I love about you, because it makes you you.

His eyes swam in unshed tears, his hands snaked around your waist, squeezing gently.

“And about that,” you ran your hand from his face, down his shoulder and to the metal arm, grazing the scars – the sensitive skin – and settling when your laced your fingers with his metal ones. Your eyes looked deep into his to say, “I find it really hot, Bucky.”

He blushed, but chuckled regardless, pulling you toward him by your waist. His lips touched yours in a sweet manner, caring, thankful.

His hot tears fell from his eyes, dropping on his and yours cheeks. You didn’t care though; you knew he was crying from emotion, a good emotion. He felt your love toward him, your acceptance to all of him and that was the reason he was crying.

He was overwhelmed in care, and he knew it. That was the most important thing.

You pulled away, your breathing deep and fast, your eyes still closed, your fingers tracing his lower lip.

“How about you show me how important I am to you, then?“


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Romeo and Juliet - Jeff Atkins (Requested)

Requested by @xxchloegrayxx and @queensovereign. Sorry they might not be the way you imagined but this is what I came out with when writing for you guys so I hope you like it!

Originally posted by adayofballet

“What’s the big deal? I was just talking to her?”

“No, you were fucking flirting with her Jeff! Not to mention the fact that just yesterday I was complaining to you about the fact that she has been a bitch to me for the past month!”

“And I told you, you were overthinking that!”

“Just yesterday I heard her talking behind my back about the fact that she wanted to steal you away and make you her boyfriend, but now that I know that you don’t care, I think you should be with her” My voice slowed down and my tone dropped “You too seem perfect for each other”

“Fine! She’s prettier than you anyway!” He yelled making me feel my heart crack and the sadness hit me “I don’t need you y/n, trust me, it’s you that needs me”

I knew that wasn’t true but I didn’t have the heart to argue with him anymore, I wanted to leave with some of my dignity so I gave him a nod of acknowledge and left his house without another word.

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Second Love (Yoongi x Reader) w/ visuals

- pt 1 -

summary: he didn’t believe in love, but then he met you

words: 6,419

genre: fluff, angst(maybe??)

a/n: i don’t know how to feel about this i kinda hate it. a lot of dialogue in this one. wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this but it’s been sitting in my phone for a few months so I’ll just leave it here. I might make a part two, depending on how much people like it / request for it. might include smut in the next part :-)

Min Yoongi was a busy person. He didn’t have time for love or for any other close relationships besides with his band members. He didn’t want any scandals or any other miscellaneous things interfering with his work and the success of his group.

Of course, he loved his family and he loved his members, and he especially loved ARMY, but when it came to romantic love, he didn’t believe in it. He always felt that it was such a nuisance. A romantic relationship wouldn’t work out anyway, considering the fact that he was an idol. He didn’t have time for it, and he also knew how all relationships went. The smallest of doubt in a relationship could easily split the pair apart, ruining the bond and friendship that once was.

He found it hard to believe that romantic love was even a thing in this world because of all of the cheating, lying, and mistrust going on between couples. Even if there were no problems with the couples, they were just going to lose feelings for each other anyway, stuck in a bitter, unsatisfying relationship. He had seen it all before.

He was committed to his music only. After all, it was his first love.

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Boyfriend Series; S.Coups/Seungcheol

- move aside jeonghan, there’s a new mom in the group
- for your first date, seungcheol takes you to a restaurant on a roof with a view of the city
- spring is finally here, so the view is breath-taking, especially since it’s nighttime and from where you both are, you can see the bright city lights and the blooming cherry blossom trees
- you both spend the entire time talking nonstop, with you jokingly rolling your eyes ninety percent of the time because of his flirting
- after dinner, seungcheol offers to walk you home and you both walk down the city streets side-by-side
- someone suddenly crashes into you from behind, making you fall forward
- but seungcheol catches you before you could hit the ground
- he asks “(name), are you all right??”
- you don’t say anything because the only thing you could think about is the fact that you’re in his arms, and his lips are….. just inches away…..
- neither of you say a word, and you both slowly lean in at the same time
- and in the middle of a park path sprinkled with cherry blossom petals is where you both share your first kiss
- seungcheol is the type to show you off a lot
- he’s always telling the other members about your greatest achievements and how lucky he is to have someone as great as you
- he mentions you so often that it raises such high expectations for them, but when they meet you, they’re like seungcheol you’re right they really ARE cool and funny!!!
- jeonghan gets offended that the other members started calling you mom because HE’S THE MOM HOW DARE YOU
- but it doesn’t turn into a rivalry because when he sees seungcheol flirting with you and doing all kinds of cringey things in general, jeonghan’s just like “you know what on second thought keep him” LOL
- he always has his arm around your waist whenever you’re together or his fingers are intertwined with yours
- you both have matching necklaces and you NEVER want to take it off
- he thinks it’s funny when you’re embarrassed or flustered, so he’s always teasing you to see your reactions
- when you go on karaoke dates, he always sings big bang songs and then gets super emotional
- his kisses are breathy and passionate, and he LOVES it when you play with his hair while kissing him
- his hands are all over you, usually running up and down your sides as he deepens the kiss
- he likes to tease you sometimes though
- like he’d be leaning in to kiss you on the lips, but when you close your eyes, he’d just laugh and kiss you on the forehead instead
- “did you think i was aiming for your lips?” “NO.”
- OR your lips would be centimeters away from his, and he’ll just move away every time you try to kiss his lips
- when you pout at his teasing, THAT’S when he captures your lips
- he calls you babe and beautiful all the time, and you get especially flustered when he calls you the latter
- loses his mind when you get all dressed up for him but tries to play it cool
- “you know, you didn’t have to get all dressed up for me ;)” “alright then i’m going to go change” “pleASE DON’T YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL”
- HATES it when you bite your lip when you’re nervous or thinking, it just makes him want to kiss you so bad
- seungcheol’s a huge fan of skinship; he’s always touching some part of your body, be it your hand or arm or waist or thigh
- he loves giving you back hugs and he kisses your neck while he’s doing so
- you always catch him staring at you lovingly and it honestly makes you feel so warm inside
- he’s always calling or texting you to make sure you’re all right, if you’ve eaten already, if your day is going well; he cares a lot about your well-being
- wouldn’t mind just spending the entire day on the couch cuddling with you
- he’s so used to being the one to take care of someone since he has twelve children to watch over, so when you take care of him, he just melts ok he LOVES the feeling
- really protective of you
- when he sees you talking to another member, or when he sees one of them get a little too close to you, he tries to hide his jealousy by throwing his arms over you both and butting into the conversation
- he does this ALL THE TIME that once, you were talking to hoshi about the surprise birthday party you were all throwing for seungcheol
- but when he butt in, he overheard AND THE SURPRISE GOT RUINED
- you were so mad at him
- “i’m sorry!! i just got jealous that you were talking to hoshi so much ;A;”
- always willing to pick you up if you’re out late
- carries things for you to show off his strength and muscles
- his feelings for you are so strong and everyone can tell; it’s clear as day
- it may have taken a while for seungcheol to say “i love you”, but after saying it the first time, he hasn’t stopped since
- he always wants to remind you that he loves you so much and that nothing will ever change that
- “hey (name), i—”
- “(sighs) i love you too, seungcheol”
- “…i was actually going to suggest we eat at this restaurant we haven’t tried yet. i didn’t know you loved me that much ;)”
- he kisses the top of your head while you’re covering your face in embarrassment and whispers against your skin “but just so you know, i love you too. with all my heart.”

anonymous asked:

You two don't argue often but it does happen. Kissing his nose is how you eventually make the tension lingering in the air disappear. It's a simple and affectionate gesture. It happens when you walk in on him sitting on the couch—head tilted back, eyes closed in thought. That's when he feels your lips briefly meet the tip of his nose before pulling away. It startles him but he can't help but smile a bit. You look down into his eyes and ask, "We're still cool, right?" "O'course, poppet." Idk xx

I genuinely teared up. I am not even lying, this made me cry. Jesus Christ, I can’t even explain how badly I want this…

And when the fight is more serious, he’ll wait for the nose kiss, eagerly, cause he hates fighting with you. And when it doesn’t come, when you go to bed without even bothering to tell him goodnight, without even bothering to give him his much expected nose kiss, that’s when he knows he messed up royally.

And in the morning, when you wake up, moving to stretch yourself, you find him cuddled so close to you, his face almost touching yours and when he opens his eyes, they’re red from lack of sleep - the sleep he lost trying to think of a way to say how sorry he is.

“Yeh didn’t give me my kiss.” He tells you, voice rough with sleep and regret. “M’nose kiss… that’s when I know you’ve forgiven me.”

“It’s cause I didn’t forgive you yet.” You sigh and even though you’re still quite mad at him, you can’t bring yourself to pull away from him.

“I’m really sorry, love. ‘M a tosser, a proper idiot and I’m so sorry.” He’s sincere and the way he’s nuzzling against you, nose bumping yours in search for some sort of contact shows you just how much this means to him.

Lifting your chin up, your lips press to his nose with a loud smack and you can hear the relieved sigh that comes from him, his shoulders relaxing immediately after you pull away, green eyes searching yours, gleaming with sincerity and regret.

“We’re good?” He asks, hopeful.

“We’re good.”

 I can’t even FIND WORDS TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH WRITING THIS DOWN AND READING YOUR ASK HURT ME MNFNEFWONEOGNWONG 

Exposure

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Pairing: Chanyeol x Virgin!Reader

Requested: No

Word Count: 2,419

Summary: Finally pushing away all your insecurities, you allow Chanyeol to provide you with a night you would never forget.

Author’s Note: “This was my first time even attempting to write smut so I know it’s going to be awful. I really wanted to try to write it, already having this scenario in mind. Naturally, I picked Chanyeol as he is my UB. Please let me know how I did I would really appreciate it! <3″ - This was one of my favorite scenarios I ever posted on my previous blog so I just had to repost it here! Enjoy!

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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Taken

Requested By: @httpashmeme

can you do a jughead x reader imagine based on the song taken by one direction bear with me but basically the reader had feelings for jughead and he knew and kind of toyed with them and then the reader starts dating someone and jughead suddenly likes the reader and the reader is all like i know u think i’m trying to make you jealous but this isn’t about you anymore.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You had liked Jughead for a while now, it started last year when you were in English class together. Jughead soon found out a bit after and since then teased you about it and lead you on to believe there could be something. But you ended up moving on and finding someone else, only for Jughead to reveal his true feelings.

Warnings: None really.

Word Count: 2,016

A/N: This was really fun to make, the song Taken by One Direction is actually really good so I recommend you listen to it! I hope this is kinda what you were hoping for and that I did a well enough job. Enjoy! :)

Originally posted by mallverine

During English class last year you and Jughead got close, close enough you began to have a crush on him.

That crush slowly formed into something stronger, you genuinely liked Jughead, but you’d never admit that to the brunette haired boy.

One day during class you had to partner up for an assignment, you and Jughead instantly were partners.

One of the football players, Reggie noticed how fast you had gone over to him, making him smirk wickedly.

“Better watch out there bud, someone is a bit eager to see you.” He winked at you then laughed, patting Jughead on the back before walking off.

You felt your face heating up from embarrassment, making Jughead realize that Reggie was actually right.

“Wait– does that mean– no way–” Jughead kept stuttering, making you cringe even more.

“Can we just do the assignment.” You spoke quietly, starting it before Jughead could even respond.

That was one of the worst days of your life, that wasn’t ever supposed to happen.

Ever since that day Jughead began to tease you about liking him.

“Well isn’t it my favorite girl.” He smiled at you, making you roll your eyes.

“You’re just saying that Jug.” You sighed, putting books into your locker.

“Maybe, but you’re my number one fan.” He cheekily smiled, making you want to hide in your locker.

“Can’t you just let it go?” You groaned in annoyance.

Jughead only laughed, shaking his head as if that was the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“It’s not everyday you find out your friend likes you, but never wanted to tell them.” Jughead smiled, walking down the hallway beside you.

“This is why.” You muttered, walking quicker to get away from his continuous comments.

Unfortunately for you, Jughead matched your speed, bumping into your shoulder slightly.

You hated when he did this, he always gave off mixed emotions, sometimes he’d bump your shoulder, or walk too close to you, even your hands occasionally brushed one another.

This made you frustrated, sometimes you thought that maybe he did like you back, but then when he’d tease you that thought flew out the window.

You had to deal with this for the rest of the year, and then you were finally free, free of mixed emotions and the teasing.

You spent that summer hanging out with Betty and Veronica, occasionally Archie who brought Jughead, but you did your best to avoid him.

Betty and Veronica soon caught on, then questioned you what was going on one night after you all had hung out.

“Jughead found out last year from Reggie that I liked him, then the entire year he was giving mixed emotions and then he’d tease me.” You told them, as they nodded, trying to figure it out themselves.

Betty thought that maybe Jughead did like you, but Veronica thought the opposite, that Jughead was just leading you on a wild goose chase.

“You know what, you need to move on, forget about Jughead.” Veronica spoke up determination on her face.

“But what if he actually likes her and just doesn’t know any other way to express himself?” Betty questioned, her arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“I like my idea better.” Veronica smiled, making Betty sigh and eventually agree with her.

“We’re going to set you up with someone.” Veronica clapped, making Betty laugh.

You just sat there, watching your friends try to figure out who to set you up with.

Summer started to close in on you, you had gone on a few dates with people that Veronica and Betty had set you up with, but none of them had potential.

“Guys aren’t you tired of doing this?” You questioned one morning, sipping your coffee.

“No, we’re going to find someone.” Veronica nodded, her determination never leaving.

“There’s got to be someone out there.” Betty chipped in, sipping her coffee as well.

You just shrugged, slowly giving up hope.

Hours passed, you just sat there on the couch watching some cartoon show you found on tv.

“Y/N!” Veronica and Betty both shouted, rushing through the door and onto the couch.

“We found you the perfect guy!” Betty cheered, smiling happily.

“His name is Andrew, he’s in our grade, and he’s super cute!” Veronica spoke happily, making you smile.

“Okay, when is the date?” You sighed, giving in.

“Tonight. Pop’s.” Betty grinned, pulling you off the couch to get you ready for your date.

That night you were skeptical, unsure of this ‘Andrew’ person and if there was actually a chance.

You sat in a booth at Pop’s, waiting for him to appear, at first you thought he stood you up, but then sure enough the bell rang and he walked in.

You felt like the wind got knocked out of you, he was that attractive.

He saw you and his face lit up, “Hey, I’m Andrew. You must be Y/N.” He smiled, shaking your hand.

“You know I was really skeptical about coming here, but it was worth it.” You admitted, making him smile.

“I think your friends are a good match maker.” He grinned, making you laugh.

That night you had one of the best dates you’d ever been on.

He even walked you home, his hand intertwined with yours making your stomach get butterflies.

“This was really great, we should do this again.” He smiled, making you nod in agreement.

“I’d love that actually.” You smiled back, looking up at him.

Then it happened, he kissed you, and it was like fireworks went off.

You knew that this was special, that he was special.

After that night you told Betty and Veronica everything, needless to say they were screaming with happiness and proud that they were able to get you set up with someone successfully.

You and Andrew started dating two weeks later, you had gone on more dates with him before until he asked you to be his girlfriend one night.

Needless to say you said yes.

You had totally forgotten about the whole Jughead situation.

Until you walked into the school that morning.

Jughead was waiting for you beside your locker.

“What do you want Jughead?” You sighed, annoyed before he even spoke.

“Where have you been? You’re normally here earlier.” He checked the clock on the wall before looking at you.

“Andrew took me out to get coffee this morning.” You smiled, grabbing your books needed and walking off.

Jughead stood there stunned, he didn’t know who this Andrew was but he didn’t like it one bit.

“Hold up, who is this Andrew guy?” He ran up to you, stopping in front of you.

“My boyfriend.” You replied, moving around him and heading into class.

Jughead just stood there, his jaw tightening, not happy at all.

That entire day Jughead tried to get more information about this 'Andrew’ guy.

You were sitting outside with Betty, Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and Andrew, eating lunch and gossiping like every other teenager.

Kevin was telling a joke, causing you all to laugh when Jughead came over, pulling you aside to talk.

“Y/N we need to talk.” Jughead looked at you, as you nodded for him to continue.

“I started thinking a lot ever since last week, and then I realized something, I’m madly in love with you.” He confessed, making your eyes widen.

“I know you only got a boyfriend to make me jealous and realize how stupid I was being so now you can go break up with him.” He smiled, making you squint your eyes.

“Look Jug, all last year you knew I liked you, you had so many chances, but telling me you love me all because you suddenly want me and can’t have me doesn’t change anything.” You explained, making his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“But– I thought–” He stuttered, rubbing his hand over his face.

“I finally moved on, and now you’re saying how much you missed me, you’re trying to mess with my head and it’s not going to work this time.” You sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“You only want me because I’m taken, and this shows me who you really are.” You shrugged, unphased and frustrated that he even had the nerve to do this.

“Y/N it’s not like that, I really do love you.” He tried to convince you, begging for you to listen.

You just shook your head, laughing at him.

“You think I’m doing this to make you jealous, so that you could admit your true feelings to me after all this time has passed.” You looked at him, making him look away from you.

“I don’t need another heartless misery, all because you suddenly want me and can’t have me.” You spoke, frustrated at him.

“This isn’t about you anymore, I’m finally happy, and it’s time for you to move on too.” You looked at him one last time before walking back to your table and sitting next to Andrew.

“Everything alright babe?” Andrew looked at you, seeing how flustered you were from your previous argument with Jughead.

“Yup, everything is finally good.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Everyone made gagging noises, making you and Andrew laugh.

You were finally taken by someone who loved you for you and wasn’t afraid to show it, or even say it.

You just had hoped it would have been Jughead in the end.

So Much For The Genius (Pete x Reader)

Character: Peter Parker (Holland)

Fandoms: Spiderman and a bit of Iron Man

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: So Much For The Genius


Requested by anon:

If ur still taking requests could u do Spider-Man with Holland n he’s very smitten w u n every time he is around u he’s a loss with words. Tony notices n realizes he has a crush on u so he tries to help him out. When u see him Peter can never talk properly or without embarrassing himself or making things awkward. Ur helping Peter learn how to fight n he finally takes initiative and kisses u.

Requested by anon:

Heeey! Couuld iii req a peter parker (tom/andrew u choose) where she is mad at him and ignores him, his texts, everything. And he tries his best to reach her, and just desperately wants her to talk to him again. Thank you!


Peter felt himself blushing when he noticed Y/N was walking the hallway. And his heart sped up when her beautiful eyes fell on him and the most gorgeous smile coming from her mouth lighted up the place.

“Hi, Pete!” Cheerfully, she walked over to him.

He stood next to his locker, keeping his glance locked on the depths of it. Staring at the books and notebooks inside it made it easier not to glance at her. Because just the sight of her warm eyes and her bright smile made his insides stir nervously and excitedly. And that caused him to be speechless and make a fool out of himself. He was just smitten with Y/N.

“Hello, Y/N” The boy replied absently, trying his best not to be clumsy or somehow embarrass himself.

“How are you?” She casually leaned her shoulder on the wall and Peter could feel her stare on him.

Feeling his voice shaky and himself jittery, he just shrugged. Y/N sighed and crossed her arms in annoyance.

“What is with you lately?” She tilted her head to the side in confusion yet a mild annoyance lingered on her attitude.

“Wh-what?” He gulped as he reluctantly took his head out of the locker and closed it with a shaky hand. “What?”

“We’ve been friends for a while now, but…” Their eyes finally met, so she bit her lip in deep thought as she observed him in an attempt to figure him out. “Lately you’ve been acting strangely. And don’t tell me ‘it’s complicated’ again”

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Tour Life

i have so many more ideas for this so let me know if you want a second part!! enjoy :-)

p.s. idk how to write anything other than fluff sorry

The whole tour crew’s favourite part about the bus had to have been the ping-pong table that was packed up and set back up at every stop. There wasn’t a single night where at least one pair of team members didn’t take time to play a game, bets usually being made between the two or four or however many were playing. Tonight was chill, and nothing was scheduled for the day, so you and Shawn decided to take your turn playing against each other.

“Okay,” you started, taking your place opposite to Shawn, “first person to eleven wins.”

“Sounds good. I want to play for something,” Shawn said.

“I’ll give you a massage if you win, and if I win, you have to do the same.” Shawn smiled smugly. “Not like that. You’re so horny.”

“Fine. Let’s go, tour has been tiring. I’d love to relax,” he said.

“Don’t get your hopes up,” you said. He rolled his eyes with a grin on his face.

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“Show and Tell” - Kurt/Blaine

<3 Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies! <3</p>

It’s time for the return of my precious mess baby, drunk!Kurt, so look here for some schmoopy husbands. This is based on a one-word prompt: “stumbling.”

1500 words | AO3

This has been… a night.

He’s far too warm. So is Blaine, but Blaine is always like that, always warm and cozy because Kurt married a furnace, and that’s okay because their little vintage apartment has radiators that work on a spotty basis at best, and–

“Kurt? You okay?”

Kurt sighs and presses his cheek against the side of Blaine’s face. Warm, warm, warm. “I’m okay,” he slurs, and though the sound of it (”Uhm-kay”) tells him exactly how drunk he is, he doesn’t care, because they’re at the threshold of their apartment and Blaine’s holding onto him just fine. He’s so hot, and a little sweaty, but that’s okay too, because they have the best times together when they’re hot and sweaty, and it’s Valentine’s Day, so–

“Are you sure?” Blaine pauses his attempt to get his keys out of his pocket and tightens his grip around Kurt’s waist. He reaches up and pushes Kurt’s bangs out of his face where his coif has finally fallen out of its hairspray.

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