so i hope it was a fake cough


A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been a hot minute. Hopefully this new series makes up for everything J I haven’t written hybrid!au stuff before, but I find it really hot so why the fuck not right?

There will be smut in later chapters!

If you’re not into that kind of stuff, then I wouldn’t read this story.

Based sorta on this J-Drama called Kimi Wa Petto, if you wanna check it out its super cute.

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Dating Alex Standall would include...


Anonymous: hi, I really liked your ‘dating zach would include’ thing and I was wondering if you can do something similiar with alex :)💗



- Alex was murmuring some sort of internet-meme joke when Justin made a fool of himself in class, and no one heard it except you, which was why you bursted out laughing – causing everyone to look at you oddly.

- Alex thought this was cute though, since not many people understand his humour, sarcastic and sassy.

- One day during class, he gets picked on for a maths question, to save his embarrassment of not knowing the question, you answer it for him, so he waits outside after class for you to finish asking the teacher a homework question just to say thanks for saving his ass.

“ You really saved my life in there, me and math are clearly not a match made in heaven.”

- You offering to tutor him but he turns it down bc poor Alex is too awkward at first.

- He finally gives in, and your friendship blossoms from there.


- You catch him staring at you in class and he plays it off by ‘dropping’ his pen on the floor or faking a massive cough fit. (This is how I personally deal with awkward situations LMAO)

- Everyone being suspicious on how he was acting towards you.

“I have to cancel our study session today, I’ve got a date – well hopefully I do.”

“Who’s the lucky girl, Standall?”


- Sending each other SO MANY memes. And I mean SPAMMING LEVEL.

- Poor Alex getting teased so much when you guys became official. Mainly because the boys were not used to Alex talking to girls.

- A lot of the guys try to flirt with you to piss Alex off for fun, but their tactics don’t work on you – bc Alex is an angel and you’re so grateful to be his girlfriend.

“They’re idiots, don’t worry about them,” he says, before putting his arm around your shoulder and walking away.

- Alex needs to vent A LOT, because he keeps a lot of his emotions inside, and being the kind hearted person that you are, you’re always there to listen.

- When either of you are sad, it’s an automatic call for a cuddle session, usually on the couch, usually with pizza delivery and usually with a massive fluffy blanket.

“Wow you seem like you love that blanket more than me. Why are you snuggling it and leaving ME, it feels like the north pole over here!”

- *The type of person that says horror movies don’t scare them but starts shaking 10 minutes in.*


- You being the first person to ever see him cry, and the sight of him in such despair broke you heart.

- However, even though it’s you, he still has trouble with confiding his thoughts with you. Especially when he thought that you’d be sick and tired of what he thought, was a whiny attitude.

- You and Alex would never have fights, unless it was about him keeping things from you; him not wanting you to be upset or think badly of him, or leave him for his insecurities.

- You’d have to reinforce it to him SO MANY times, but don’t worry, he’s improving.

- You guys pull strengths from each other – in other words, he completes you and you make him feel the same. Alex doesn’t really have anyone to rely on, to trust, to love, but that changed when he met you. But this also means that he is extremely scared of losing you.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes Alex, and I love you too!”

“Please don’t ever leave me, I know I’m not perfe-”


- ALWAYS asking for your opinion about EVERYTHING. Clothes. Studying. Life. Name it.

- He’s always texting you in the middle of class whenever you guys have different subjects, 99.8% of the time it’s bitching about how boring school is, or how annoying everyone is or that he’s counting down the minutes until he gets to see you.


- You getting slightly scraped when you fell to the ground trying to separate his fight with Montgomery in the carpark.

- When he saw the cut on your elbow, he could have thrown Mr Porter into Montgomery’s Jeep and try to beat the shit out of Monte but he didn’t want to leave you hurt and by yourself.

- As much as you love Alex, he is incredibly stubborn and will refuse to believe that he is ever wrong, until you start ignoring him and that’s when it finally makes sense to him.

- Forehead kisses bc even though you’ve been dating for a while, the bOY IS STILL AWKWARD AF SOMETIMES so he just goes for the forehead, he finds it affectionate and adorable. (Plus he wants to smell your hair bc it’s always a nice flowery scent)- weird but very true

- Resting his head on your shoulder, or lying on your lap, explaining to you his dilemma of dorky things.

“ I don’t know whether I should read the Harry Potter series again, or watch the movies AND THEN read the books!” He says frustratedly.

“Why should it matter, goodness you’re such a geek!”

“I’m a cute one though.”

“I’d have to agree on that.”


FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ME ABOUT ANYTHING: I can do any character in 13 Reasons Why!

Note: Yes, the main message of 13 Reasons Why was to raise awareness for mental illness, peer pressure, rape and suicide, and how it can affect the lives of not only the victim, but those around them. 

If you ever need to talk, feel free to message me, or if not, talk to someone – an adult/parents/friends. :)


BTS Fuckboys pt 5

Honestly I thought there were more parts… ‘cuz when I was doing them I felt like if I was repeating things that I already did, lmao I had to read the previous ones again 😂

Sorry it took so long to post I was *coughs* busy, watching BTSs performances… several times 😂 I hope u like them… Send requests

Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3 // Pt 4


Late night

Summary: the reader, who is working for Transigen, & that one time when she had to work late.

Warnings: swearing. 

Autor’s note: this is my first experience writing on Tumblr & English is not my native language so don’t judge too hard <3

It was already half past nine and you still had a ton of work ahead of you. You were working as a biomedical engineer at the Transigen for about five years now but never were you working so late. As your fellow colleagues were departing, you became more irritated. While you were trying to be don emperor with work as soon as possible, your tablet decided for you and freezed.

‘For fuck’s sake…’ you muttered under your breath, rubbing your eyes. You’ve heard a chuckle from behind you and turned sharply. Donald Pierce was leaning  against the doorframe, smirking. The chief of security was not a good news most of the time. He was arrogant, supercilious, impudent, ruthless and horrifyingly cruel to the mutants in the facility. And even if you couldn’t deny that he was very handsome and his confident pousture has its charm, you were glad he was not a frequent visitor in your office.

‘Problems, doc?’ 

You rolled your eyes on that remark and turn back to your desk.

‘Are you lost?’ you asked trying to make your tablet unfreeze. Pierce sighed. 

‘No need to be like that, y/l/n. I’m just checking on you.’ he said walking in the desks in the office and then added with a fake concern voice: ‘Who knows what might happen with this things around.’ He found an x-rays of one of the mutants, that were taken earlier today, and now examined them with interest. 

‘'They are not things, Pierce, they are…’ you wanted to say “children” but held your tounge, you knew better. You fake cough. ‘They are… subjects.’ 

But Donald figured you out and scoffed. ‘ Mhm, whatever.’ he threw x-rays carelessly on the table. ‘'I was actually hoping you wouldn’t mind my company since everyone else is gone.’

He grabs a chair and sits next to you, putting his human hand on the back of your chair, metall fingers of his right hand tapping on the table. You’ve shifted uncomfortably - he is way too close. So close that you can smell alcohol in his hot breath. 

‘Drinking at work, are we?’ you chuckle nervously, making, however, no attempt to move away. He shrugged.

‘Ah, just a bit, don’t be a prude’ fingers of his human hand started playing with the ends of your h/c hair. You clear your throat. 

‘Umm… D-do you want something? I’m kinda busy right now and it’s late, so…’ you fall silent hoping he would get the hint, but he chuckles and suddenly moves right up against you.

‘'I want something alright.’ Pierce wishper huskly, his lips touching your ear and then slide down to your neck, leaving an open mouth kisses. You close your eyes, taking a sharp inhale, too surprised to do anything. You feel his right hand moving up your thigh to the hem of your dress. 

What are you doing, goddamit?!’ you thought and mentally slap yourself.

Flinching, you try to stand up, but his biotic hand grabs you across the waist and puts you back on the chair.

‘Sit the fuck down.’ Donald growls in your ear, but before he can do anything else, there is loud alarm sound coming from the corridor.

‘Fuck!’ he exlames and let’s out an irritated sigh.

‘We’ll finish this later, darling.’ With this and a quick kiss on the cheek, Pierce leaves you shocked and speechless. You can only make a note to yourself never stay too late at work.

Originally posted by dracarysandbrimstone

The Joker x Reader - “Gotham’s Gift to Women”

While coming back from the club, you and The Joker were involved in a car accident and both got some nasty concussions. For same strange reason, you don’t remember each other. Hopefully it won’t last for too long, but in the meantime poor Frost has to deal with two calamities clashing. You can’t stop the damage; one hopes to contain it.

“Are you sure he’s my boyfriend?” you pull on Frost’s jacket, not trusting what he just told you. He is standing to your right after shortly briefing Gotham’s King and Queen about what happened.

“Yes, Y/N, Mister J is your boyfriend,” Jonny confirms, trying to keep things together. Knowing you two, it’s not going to be easy.

“Are you sure? He seems so grouchy,” you pucker your lips, looking at The Joker that sits at the other end of the table, crabby as hell. “But I have a bubbly personality, why would I be with someone cranky like him?” you insist and poor Frost hopes shit won’t go down.

“You realize I can hear you, right?” J snarls, frustrated, tapping his fingers on the grape juice can he keeps on sipping from.

“Do I love him?” and it sounds so painful to get it out of you.

“E-hem, yes, you adore Mister J,” Frost fake coughs, nervous to be the center of attention. Crap, he doesn’t want to answer all these questions but what choice does he have?!

“Are you sure?” you double check again, not pleased with his first answer.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Pfftt,” The Joker huffs, “What’s not there to adore, hm? I mean, I’m close to perfection, woman. Can’t you tell ?!” J glorifies himself right away.

“Ummm…” you hesitate, glaring at the green haired man.

“Frost, why didn’t I kill her yet? She has such a goddamned attitude!” your apparent… “boyfriend” snaps, irritated.

“Because you like her, sir,” Jonny gets startled at the new twist. Jeez, hopefully his boss won’t try anything. If he would remember you, it should be fine, but since you are kind of starting fresh: two calamities clashing; you can’t stop the damage. One hopes to contain it.

Like her?! How?! Was I in my right mind when I agreed to date her?!”

Is this a trick question? Frost thinks, on the brink of sweating from anxiety.

“You were, boss,” and Jonny seems so sincere that J gives you a super–mean glare, appalled.

“Unheard of !” The Joker sniffles, considering getting rid of your body tonight after squeezing the life out of you himself. “What’s your name, woman?”

“Y/N,” you frown, considering dumping his body in the river tonight after stabbing him or something. “What’s your name, dude?”

“Mister J!” he raises his voice, upset you called him “dude”.

“And J comes from what?” you continue. Apparently, you love playing with fire. Ahhh, if you could only remember.

“Joker!!!” he shouts, more and more irritated.

“Why are you yelling?!” you get pissed. “I can hear you, alright ?! Frost,” you address him, “are you 100% this is my boyfriend? Are you certain you’re not fucking with me?!”

“I’m not fucking with you,” Jonny holds his breath, praying in his mind and he never really prays; now seems like a good opportunity to start.

“Shut up, Y/N !!” J slams his fist on the table, kicking the empty chair next to him in the process.

“Oh my God, is that how you talk to ladies?!” you gasp, surprised. “How did you even get a girlfriend with this temper?! Especially a fine one like me!”

“Whaaaa’ ????????” his blue eyes get so big you have to inquire:

“Are you ok? Seems like you’re about to have a stroke.”

“Mister J, Y/N, please calm down,” Frost is working his magic, starting to sweat; he can’t help it, too much tension. “I promise you two like each other, I swear you do!”

You and that dude that calls himself Joker stare at one another, doubtful.

“He’s horrible!”

“She’s dreadful!” you both say it in the same time.

J leans over the table, pointing his finger at you, so furious he wants to shoot you on the spot.

“Listen here…” he begins his speech and the partially unbuttoned purple coat reveals some ink on his pale skin.

“Oh, you have tattoos?” you suddenly become very curious and forget you were just about to shoot him.

“Huh?” The Joker loses train of thought. “Yeah, I do,” he straightens his back, suspicions.

“I love guys with tattoos, can I see?” you get up from your spot and walk towards him.

Frost is about to faint and he is a very strong man: you usually use this strategy when you want to get close to somebody and kill them.

“Y/N, please don’t do…” and his cell alerts him there is an incoming text message. Jonny reads it right away. Emergency, of course, he has to leave. But how can he go when his boss and girl…Never mind. The Joker took off his coat to show you his tattoos and you genuinely look interested. If you wanted to try and murder him, you would have attacked by now.

“I have to go, I’m needed at the hideout; our guns shipment has arrived,” he announces and you both signal him it’s fine. He heads towards the exit, completely worried but wishing nothing bad will happen in his absence.

“These are sooo cool,” you circle around J , admiring the work. You suddenly stop and look down you cleavage. “Oh, I have tattoos also,” and without any warning you take your top off, apparently showing The Joker your lacy bra and your own ink.

He purrs and you pout.

“What are those sounds?!”

“Dunno, just came out,” he mutters, continuing to check you out. (The tattoos, of course, nothing else.)

What a weirdo, you think, but then you notice due to your low–cut jeans:

“Oohhh, is this your name on my pelvis …??”

Yup, there it is: “Property of Joker.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” the crazy laugh makes you squint your eyes; it’s just like listening to chalk scraping on a board. Makes you shiver. “ This is hilarious!” J continues to laugh. “I guess I marked my territory!”

Is he trying to be funny?! Because he’s not. You refuse to believe this is your boyfriend.

Then you see it since his Batsy shorts slid down his waist. You gesture towards the area, triumphant:

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you,” that wide smirk on your face makes him look down and his snickering comes to an abrupt stop:

“Is that your name on my pelvis …?”

Yup, there it is: “ Only Y/N’s “.

Your turn to laugh:

“This is hysterical ! I guess I marked my territory too!”

The Joker instantaneously hates it.

Are you trying to be funny? Because you’re not. He refuses to believe you’re his girlfriend.

He growls and you bite your cheek.
“What are those sounds?!”

“Dunno, just came out,” he bitterly replies, wanting to get into his purple coat again.

“Do you work out a lot?” you flutter your eyelashes at him, distracted by those perfect abs.
“Yeah, I do,” J cracks his neck. “Do you?” he stares at your body up and down, admitting the view is far from unattractive.

“A-ha, every other day,” you sniffle, putting your shirt back on. “Taking a shower now.”

“Why do I care?” he snarls, scoffing.

“I was just saying; are you getting mad again?! What’s wrong with you?! Can’t you control yourself?!”

The Joker’s left eye is twitching.

“Listen here, woman, I am the King of Gotham; I own this town!! I’m not gonna let…”

“You like being bossy, don’t you?” you fight back because he’s rubbing you the wrong way. “How can you be my man?! You’re so… so…” and you back out since he has this menacing expression on his face while stepping towards you.

He traps you against the wall and punches the panel close to your head so hard you hear the fingers snap. At this point you prepare to gauge his eyes out or kick him in the nuts, whatever works the best.

“Nobody talks to me like that!!! Ever!! I’m going to…”

You have no idea why, but you sniffle his neck and whisper:

“You smell nice, what are you wearing?”

“Huh?” he pushes his body against yours, still aggravated.

“What cologne are you using? I like it,” and you inhaling his scent again makes him purr.

“I don’t know, just grabbed a bottle from the pile,” he tries to concentrate on his anger directed towards you but can’t.

“What are those sounds?!”

“Dunno, just came out,” and he releases you, mustering the strength to not kill you for your repeated offenses.

“I’ll go then…” and you head towards the bathroom, leaving a very confused Joker behind. He’s trying to plot your murder and creativity seems to lack tonight. How boring!


You come out of the shower and there he is, with a narrow towel around his waist, leaning against the sink.
“Ahhh!!!!” you scream, grabbing a fluffy robe really fast to cover your naked body. “You perv !! Get out!” and you toss a box of tissue at him, your lipstick and make-up removing pads.

“What the hell, woman?! I’m just waiting for my turn ! “

“Liar! You just want to see me naked!” you whimper, feeling weird with him gazing at you like that. “There are more bathrooms here, use another one!”

“I like this one, ok ??!! I can do whatever I want, I’m The Joker!!!” and he takes his towel off. It falls at his feet and you can’t help but stare, fascinated.

“Who’s the perv, hm?” he lashes out as he passes by you to get in the shower. “My magnificent eyes are up here !!” he shows you and gets inside the bathtub, pulling the curtain around.

Wow, is that why he’s my boyfriend?! you wonder, intrigued, still not moving. What a nice package, you sigh. Too bad he’s a jerk. And you storm out, wanting to get ready for the night.

The Joker pours some shampoo in his hair, thinking:

Wow, is that why she’s my girlfriend?! Nicely assembled Doll. Too bad she’s a pain in the ass.


He finds you in front of the fireplace in the living room.

“This is my favorite spot, beat it!” he barks, imitating your position on the furry blanket you placed yourself on about 10 minutes ago.

“This is my favorite spot so be considerate and let me have it,” you roll on your tummy, resting your chin on your arm. “Ladies first!”

“No, I don’t think so!!” and he shoves himself into you so he can push you away. You fight back because you don’t want to abandon you position.

“Would you go away!??” and you regret leaving your favorite knife in the bedroom. It would come in handy now.

“No, this is my spot!!” he gets vexed, regretting he left his favorite gun on the hallway. It would come in handy right now.

You land on top of The Joker, struggling to push him off the blanket. You lean over to scratch his arm and…

“You smell nice,” he sniffs you, growling. “What is it?”

“Jasmine body shower” you manage to hold one of his hands in place, panting from the effort. Damn, he’s strong!

“I love jasmine!” he purrs and you halt, puzzled.

“What are these sounds?!”

“Dunno, just came out,” The Joker grumbles.

“It sounds kind of sexy…” you lick your lower lip, letting go of his arm.

“Does it?!” He’s surprised himself.

You nod a yes, inspecting the tattoos and the smooth skin since he’s wearing just a pair of sweatpants.

“So who’s going to use the fireplace?” you have to ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Well, I guess you can stay. I’ll allow you this time.”
“Ha, allow me?!” you want to start ranting and he gets ready to strangle you, but then you notice:

“Hmmm, you smell yummy. What is it?”

“I have no clue, Kitten, just grabbed something from the pile again,” J moves his hands down your thighs, captivated with the soft skin he feels from under your shorts.
“Did you just call me Kitten?!”
“Apparently,” his hands move up and down again.


“Dunno, just came out,” he lifts his shoulders up and you are sort of mesmerized by that silver grin.

“It sounds kind of sexy,” you moan in his ear and he pulls down on your shorts, testing the waters. Are you going to reject him or not?

“Does it?”

“For sure,” you kiss his neck, stretching on top of him and it makes him lose concentration.

“I’m only doing you this favor once, ok?” he grunts, getting all excited under your touch.

“What favor?” you mumble, biting his ear.

“Sleeping with you. We obviously hate each other, I don’t care what Frost says.”

“You’re doing me a favor?!” your temper dictates the switch of mood in a matter of a split second.

“Of course, I’m Gotham’s gift to women!”

“You’re what?!”  

“You heard me,” he slaps your butt, enticed. “Less yapping and more accomplishments, Y/N!” J demands, pulling you in a rough kiss.

You so want to give him a piece of your mind, but for some strange reason you melt in his arms and your sassiness disappears in thin air. Momentarily, of course.


“Oh my God, you’re so wild!” you collapse next to him, exhausted, crawling to rest your head on his chest. You feel his heart beating very fast; yours is too.

Is this why he’s your boyfriend?!
“Holy shit you’re naughty! I’m beat!” The Joker exhales, holding you close to him.

Is this why she’s my girlfriend?!  J thinks, staring at the ceiling.

You cuddle to him even more, closing your eyes.

He starts purring, playing with a strand of your hair.

“I like the sounds you make…” you yawn, listening to him.

“Do you?”

“U-hum…” the confession follows while you caress his abs.

“Told you I’m Gotham’s gift to women,” he proudly states, the cockiness taking over.

“Not to women, just my gift,” you outline the “Only Y/N’s ” tattoo on his pelvis and it tickles. “ I guess that’s how I mark my territory,” you giggle and he gropes you.

“I wouldn’t laugh too loud,” his fingers going down to your “Property of Joker” tattoo. “I marked mine too, so we’re even.”

“I’m sure there’s a story behind it,” you smile, wanting to wind down.

 How you love playing with fire! Ahhh, if you could only remember…


anonymous asked:

Hey, hi, sorry to be a bother, but... Something happened and I was really down. When I went to ask for some support, my mom, without looking up from her phone, decided that me sobbing was the perfect moment to start berating me on my food aversion, which got worse after I was hospitalized recently, and I just... NEED some fluffy, Bucky-gets-lots-of-support fics. Thanks ♡

Ok yes i for sure have some for you.  I hope things get better for you soon <3

I got nothing here without you by agent_of_marvel

Bucky proceeds to have a small panic attack after yelling at Steve for his self destructive tendencies.

Stem by IamShadow21

Bucky Barnes discovers sugar, demands coffee, makes a variety of involuntary noises, cuddles up to Steve Rogers, regrows a limb, and fakes it ‘til he makes it at being a person.

stuck on you by wearing_tearing

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

Touch Has A Memory by regent

Bucky’s so used to touch only bringing pain. He’s forgotten that a hand coming towards his face does not always constitute an attack. The first time Steve reaches to curl a hand around the back of Bucky’s neck (“Just for a hug, Buck. God, I’m so sorry, I should’ve warned you”), Bucky flinches, jerks back. He has to relearn everything. He has to relearn touch.

Honeymooners Pt 3

Thanks so much everyone who left lovely comments and mail, it made me geek out so happily!

“So it’s just an open buffet?” Loki muttered, holding his tray of food.

You stood close to him, feeling nervous. “I guess so, we grab what we want, then err, find a seat.”

Loki sighed, “And on our special day, every seat is taken.”

“There’s a booth over there, that couple looks nice, maybe we could get to know them, see if they’ve seen anything suspicious.”

Loki raised his eyebrow and glanced down at you. “Darling, I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but mortals aren’t the most aware of magical activity, you thought you were alone in the universe for centuries. Something as small as a magical portal, hidden by the operator of this establishment would certainly go unnoticed.”

You bit your lip, “Well, shouldn’t we mingle or something? If we keep to ourselves, will that look suspicious?”

“How am I to know, these mortal customs are ridiculous.”

“I’m sure you have weird customs.”

“We do but this one is far stranger.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, balancing your tray in one hand and sighed. “Look, husband, darling, light of my life,” Loki snorted and you continued, “as your wife, I’m saying that we go befriend a couple so I can uh, show my husband off. Because I’m more in love and proud that he took me here, alright? Besides, people are going to start wondering why we’re standing in a corner and not just eating.”

Loki scowled, “Couldn’t we go back to the room and eat?”

“No, I’m not having people think weird things about me.”

Chuckling, Loki shook his head, “The food you chose is hardly conducive to such activities anyways.”

“I know, I chose them on purpose.” You called over your shoulder, making your way through the tables and over to the solitary booth.

“Hey there, I’m sorry to be rude, but there’s no other tables available.” You trailed off, looking around the room to double check that there were indeed no tables.

“Oh absolutely! Come sit by us! We were so lucky to steal this table from another couple that got up at the last second, you’d think that they wouldn’t over book like this, or at least have as many tables as rooms.” The woman shook her head. She was short and petite with deeply tanned skin and long auburn hair that trailed past her shoulders. Her eyes were the color of deep caramel and she seemed to glow in the presence of her new husband. “I’m Clara by the way.”

You told her your name and glanced over your shoulder, making sure Loki was behind you. “And this is Loki, my husband, it feels so weird finally saying it.”

“Doesn’t it though?” Clara beamed, “this is my husband, Toran.” The man beside her appeared tall, not as tall as Loki but still taller than you. He had broad shoulders, built in a way that reminded you of Thor - bulky - but you didn’t doubt Loki was stronger than him. Why that suddenly mattered to you was beyond your knowledge and you forced the thought away. His hair was dirty blonde, short cropped and he had a small blonde soul patch growing under his lower lip.

“Hey there.” Toran offered his hand for you to shake.

You shook it and thanked them for making space for the two of you. Toran stood up and moved around to sit beside his wife and you slid into the booth, allowing Loki to have the edge.

Loki glanced distrustfully at Toran but finally sat down and forced a smile.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just shy.” You looked at Loki and smiled.

Loki’s eyes darkened, that scowl ready to spread across his face but he was supposed to be a happy newlywed and forced a smile. “Forgive me, I’d rather have my beloved all to myself but it seems only right that I show her off.”

Clara giggled, “He’s so sweet. Toran and I have been in our room all day, we got married yesterday, it’s been so lovely, just really having time to ourselves.”

Loki snorted into his drink and you elbowed him in the ribs.

She continued, “Have you two been, you know, not to be too forward or anything, I’m just not sure how much is normal here, Toran says he’s tired and needs some time to recoup.”

You flushed deeply and Loki took another drink to stifle his laugh. “Well we just got here a few hours ago, but wanted to uh, take things slow a bit, really enjoy the time getting to err…” You trailed off, looking to Loki for help.

Loki’s eyes sparkled as he looked down at you, “Whatever you want, my love, it’s about us I know, but you deserve to be worshiped, you are the princess of my life after all.”

You grit your teeth and forced a smile, turning back to the couple across from you, “Isn’t he sweet?”

“He calls you his princess?” Clara cooed, “Toran, you don’t have that many pet names for me, how come?” She glared at him and he glared across at Loki.

You jumped, knee hitting the table as Loki squeezed a particularly sensitive spot on your leg. “Sorry, thought there was a bug.” You managed to grumble as Loki faked a coughing fit to hide his laughter.

“Oh I hope it wasn’t a spider, I absolutely hate those things.” Clara’s eyes widened as she scanned the booth for signs of the bug.

“It was probably nothing.” You quickly added.

“My darling here gets a little jumpy sometimes.” Loki managed to choke out, his laughter finally subsiding.

“So are you two going to take advantage of the shops here, or the hot tubs, they’re natural and built into the side of the mountain, hot streams come right up and this place was built around it.” Toran asked the pair of you.

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead.”

“Really? Clara has spent years making her plans for this place.”

“I, oh…” You trailed off, worried that this could blow your cover.

“I made a list,” Clara interjected, “but that’s just me. I think it’s lovely that you’re more just go with the flow, I think that’s more romantic, don’t you Toran?” He nodded and she continued, “but we were thinking of visiting the beach tomorrow, you know the tram that is a never ending cycle up and down, so you can go at any time. Thought if we weren’t too tired we’d see the sunrise or maybe just enjoy the water.”

“I was thinking of doing that tomorrow as well.” You glanced at Loki and he shrugged.

“It’s clothing optional, there’s little cordoned off places for privacy if couples want to, you know.” She cleared her throat and blushed again, glancing at Toran.

You blinked hard, “Right, right, of course.”

Loki wrapped his arm around your shoulder, lacing his fingers into your hand, “My beloved here is awfully shy.”

Toran interrupted, “Actually it’s nude required, no clothes allowed once you step foot on the sand. At least, that’s what I read, not sure how enforced it is.” He looked Clara up and down, clearly mentally undressing her.

You glanced at Loki, the two of you making eye contact and swallowed nervously. Seeing Loki in all his glory tomorrow? Could you handle that?

“Oh, watch for the seismic activity, that’s what we were told, the floors kinda tremble at night sometimes and that lovely hotelier said that it’s just the deep set volcanic activity.” Clara said as she stood up, “We should probably get back to our room, look forward to seeing you two tomorrow at the beach.” Her eyes trailed over Loki for a minute and you felt a surge of jealousy and possessiveness well within you.

Loki seemed oblivious to her look, simply staring at you still. Toran followed after Clara, the pair bidding you both good night and left.

“Could that be the portal, I thought you said it was an inactive volcano?” Loki lowered his voice to ask you.

You forced your thoughts away from the look Clara had given Loki and considered it. “If it’s a big and powerful enough portal, siphoning who knows what through it, that would make sense that the ground trembles. Awfully irresponsible that the owner wouldn’t know.”

“Unless he’s in on it.”

“Well hopefully we’ll run into him tomorrow.”

“Not on the nude beach though.” Loki added absently, munching on the last of his food.

You groaned, resting your head on the table, “Don’t remind me.”

Loki chuckled, “Come now, love, only a week more of this, it will be lovely. Let’s get back to our room and figure out our sleeping arrangements.”

“I kinda hate you right now.” You grumbled.

“You can’t hate me pet, we’ve only been married one day.”

“My next husband better bring me here too.”

Loki laughed, a smile widening across his face as he gently kissed your cheek, his fingers playing with your hair. “Shall I carry you to bed?”

“No, you’ll make a scene. Every other guy here will think he has to in order to please his wife.”

“I would carry my wife, she would want for nothing.”

“She’d want a divorce, putting up with you.”

“You wound me.”

You straightened up, making sure you hadn’t actually upset him but Loki continued to grin at you, eyes alight with mischief. Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved his chest. Loki caught your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“Shall we, love?”

You rolled your eyes again, “C’mon you goon, let’s go figure out how to sleep in that sex bed.”


I’ve been getting a lot of boyfriend requests lately so I figured I’d make a separate masterlist for it, a similar one like this! As of right now they’re just tags, so you could either go through this post or just search “boyfriend![insert member of choice]” on my tumblr, whatever you prefer!!

I hope this gets a lot more organized in the future cough cough

the snaps from the other mini masterlist featuring the dreamies are not included in this one


Chenle Nothing yet!
Jisung Nothing yet!

Fake It

Request: Something were the reader’s not a hunter, but she’s known the Winchesters from a long time and sometimes she helps them with research. And when Sam and her pretend to date for a case, she finds herself wondering how would it feel if it were Dean’s hand holding hers instead or his voice telling her she’s beautiful. Dean’s none too happy either. They’re not in love, not yet at least, but they could be, there’s something there and they could try to make each other happy?

Relationship: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fairies, man.

Words: 2.7K

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

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It Wasn't Acting

Summary: Heartbroken after catching his boyfriend - Oliver - cheating, Phil decides to leave him but then two weeks later, the doorbell rings and there stood his now-ex-boyfriend claiming that he wants Phil back. Phil denies Oliver’s pleas, leading him to become more aggressive but after secretly listening in on the conversation, Dan decides to interfere.

Length: little under 2k words

extra tags: fake relationship au, protective 


Phil’s POV
“I’ll get him for this, I promise. I will get him back.” Dan whispered, embracing me in a comforting hug as my tears soaked his shirt. He stroked my hair as I sobbed into his neck.
~ Time Lapse ~
I knocked on his door three times waiting for my boyfriend Oliver to open the door.
“Phil! What are you doing here?!” He gasped in a hushed tone.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve had a really bad day, and I was hoping that you could make me feel a little better.” I sighed reaching my arms out for a hug. Hesitantly, he hugged back.
“I’m sorry Phil,” he began, pulling away from the hug. “You-…you can’t be here.”
“Why not?” I asked concerned.
“It… It’s not the best time.” He exclaimed. “It’s just, I’ve got a lot of work… I don’t have a lot of spare time. I’m sorry.” He babbled.
“Okay, love,” I sighed. “I’ll leave you to your work, but text me, okay?” I asked.
“I will, don’t worry.” He smiled, leaning forwards and pecking my lips. “Love you.”
“I love you too-”
“Babe! What’s taking you so long?!”
Oliver’s face went white and his body tensed. I furrowed my brow in confusion before looking into his apartment to see a man wearing only an unbuttoned shirt, leaning against the doorframe to Oliver’s bedroom. My blood ran cold and I stood glued to the floor.
“Phil,” Oliver began cautiously. “I can explain.” He said, moving his hand into mine.
“Get off me.” I said, my voice trembling. I reached my hand up to my mouth and wiped my lips, thinking of how many other lips have touched Oliver’s. “Y-You…” I stammered, my lips quivering. “H-How could y-you?!” I screamed; my throat tightening,  my stomach twisting and hands and legs shaking made me feel sick. I had to get out of here. I had to leave.
“Phil! Please wait!” Oliver called as I ran with tears streaming down my face.
~ Back to Current Time ~
My eyes slowly fluttered open and squinted as the sun rays shone into my pupils. I stretched my body across my green and blue bedsheets when i suddenly became aware of the booming noise in my ears.
Bbbzzzzz! Bbzzz!
I groaned with annoyance before slowly getting out of bed and making my way to the door. I opened the door before freezing cold to the floor.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, looking at the disgusting figure who stood in front of me.
“I need you back Phil.”
Dan’s POV
Bbbzzzzz! Bbzzz!
I lifted my heavy eyelids with frustration reaching over to my phone resting on the bedside counter. Who the hell is ringing the doorbell at 10am on a Saturday? No-one in their right mind would think to get up this early.
I smiled as the infuriating noise came to a stop as I heard Phil answer the front door. I rolled back onto my stomach and began to fall back asleep.
“What are you doing here?” I heard from the front door. Phil’s voice is normally so relaxed and calm, but he sounded panicked and somewhat scared.
“I need you back Phil.”
I sat up immediately, my eyes widening and body tensing.
My jaw clenched and fists tightened at the thought of his name. How could he cheat on Phil? I have felt resentment towards him since I met him; the way he wrapped his arms around Phil roughly, always controlling him. His stupid light brown wavy hair that matched his stupid eyes that looked at Phil with love and care, only to realise that it wasn’t only Phil that he looked at like this. How could anyone cheat on someone so funny, so caring, so kind…. so perfect.
“It’s been months now. I’ve moved on. Besides, you are expecting my forgiveness after I caught another guy… In your bedroom.” Phil rambled.
I got up from bed and ran down the hallway quietly before hiding behind the wall and spied on them both at the doorway.
“I was wrong Phil. I was so, so, wrong to have done that to you. I love you. I love you so much.” He pled, reaching his hand out to stroke Phil’s cheek. “Please, Philly.” He whispered hoarsely into his ear.
Blood began to boil beneath my skin as I watched him mess with Phil’s emotions like this.
“Please, just leave.” Phil snapped, motioning for Oliver to leave.
“Come on Philly, I know you still love me.” He smirked stepping closer.
“Stop calling me ‘Philly’!” He shrieked.
'I’ll get him for this, I promise. I will get him back.’ The words echoed through my head and that’s when I decided I had to do something. I shot my eyes around the room desperately when my gaze landed on a purple felt pen resting on the table behind me and I was struck with a sudden idea.
Phil’s POV
“Stop calling me Philly!” I screeched.
“Sorry, baby.” He apologised, yet kept the smirk on his face. “I’ve missed you.” He exclaimed. “You complete me Phil. I love you. I need you.” Oliver finished, looking into my eyes, looking so innocent and pure. I smiled unconsciously at his small declaration. But that’s when I saw his eyes change. After seeing my reaction, they returned to their arrogant gaze filled with smugness and he began edging closer.
Biting his lip, I gulped as I remembered who he was and what he did - I don’t want this at all, I felt fear rise in my throat before I saw Oliver’s gaze drift from my face to behind me. Before I knew it I felt arms wrap around my neck pulling me backwards a few steps.
The arms then moved to my waist, pulling me firmly against a body behind me and I felt a face press into my neck.
“Come back to bed.” I heard Dan whisper hoarsely and sexually into my ear, loud enough for Oliver to hear.
“Dan?!” Oliver spluttered, looking as shocked as I felt.
“Oh, hey Oliver.” Dan greeted with no welcoming tone at all, kissing my neck gently before moving his mouth to my ear. “Philly, do you want to-”
“Wait, wh- no! What the fuck?!” Oliver broke in, dazed. I looked around at Dan casually - trying not to let Oliver know I was as confused as him. But then, my eyes widened as my gaze was caught on a huge purple blotch on his neck. Oliver must have followed my gaze as I heard his gasp.
Dan stood behind me, holding me suggestively against him with love bites all over his neck which then led me to noticing that he wasn’t wearing a top. His usually bare chest was now littered in dozens of purple marks which made it difficult for me not to gasp. His hair was messed up with the ends curling as if he’d been sweating-… Oh God.
“Oh my-… Have you two…” He choked, pointing to Dan’s love bite and then to me.
Dan swiftly winked at me as casually and as secretive as possible. Then - it clicked.
“We’re dating.” I muttered, hoping to God that I hadn’t made a mistake. But then I felt Dan let out a sigh of relief behind me, making me calmer.
“For how long?” He barked.
“I’ve always liked him.” Dan giggled. Saying it with such confidence, almost made it sound true not only to Oliver, but to me too.
“It’s been nearly a month.” I answered as I felt Dan press his lips to my cheek, causing me to blush furiously.
“Ugh, I should have known.” Oliver huffed. “The way you always looked at him when we went out or were cuddling on the sofa.” He spat at me, leering Dan aggressively. 'The way you always looked at him’? What was that supposed to mean? “When you cancelled our date because Dan was ill, when you couldn’t get a coffee with me because you were making a video with Dan- why didn’t I see this from the start?!” He snapped.
“Maybe you were too busy cheating.” I argued.
“Shut up you-!” He shouted, raising his fist and clenching. I froze with fear like deer in headlights and squinted my eyes, preparing for the pain.
“Leave. Now.” I looked up to see that Dan had untangled himself from me and caught Oliver’s arm mid-air. Oliver and Dan stood glaring at each other with hatred for what felt like years before Oliver yanked his arm from Dan’s grip.
“Goodbye, Phil, Dan.” He grumbled, before leaving the flat for what I hope is the final time. As the door slammed closed, I suddenly felt dizzy, my vision began to blur and I felt my body begin to lose balance.


Dan’s POV
It had now been two hours since Phil fainted. When he fell to the floor, I was absolutely terrified but then I rested his body on the sofa and checked his pulse and thankfully, he was just sleeping. I moved a blanket over him and couldn’t help but capture how adorable yet vulnerable he looked.  
“Dan…” He mumbled, causing me to snap out of my daydream. I dived forward and sat in front of him before whispering: “Phil, are you awake?”
“Can you lie with me?” He asked, with his eyes fluttering half-open.
“Okay.” I agreed, climbing behind him and wrapping my arms around him waist to feel him sigh in comfort.
“What was that all about earlier?” He asked breaking the comfortable silence.
“I felt like I needed to do something. I made a promise, remember?” He snuggled into me tighter.
“Yes.” He answered. “…and where did those love bites come from?” He giggled and I instantly blushed.
“It was pen.” I chuckled.
“That’s a lot of effort for me.”
“You’re worth the effort.”
Phil smiled before speaking again: “When you said you 'always liked’ me, for a second, it sounded real.”
My body became rigid. He can’t know.
“Well, I… Err…” I coughed as my voice broke. “…I’m glad that my acting skills are of such a high standard.” I exclaimed with a fake laugh. After hearing no reply, I began to wonder if he had fallen asleep again.
“I was hoping you weren’t acting.” He said. My eyes widened and I stared at the man who was pressed up against me with his raven-black hair and eyes so blue he could make an ocean’s colour envious.
“What?” I gulped, my heart palpitating faster than humanly possible.

  "I…“ He hesitated. "I- I love you Dan.” He admitted, squeezing his eyes shut with the fear of rejection. My stomach filled with butterflies and my heart was not stopping it’s racing pace. I quickly spun his body around to face me and leant my forehead against his.

“I wasn’t acting.” I whispered with a smile. “I love you too.”

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Lion Heart Part 2


Peter looks up at that. Oh, well he hadn’t realized that he had gotten down on his knees again. The pain was back, that’s the last thing he remembers.

“Dude. You should get that checked out. For real.” Rocket says from the table, where he sits and eats some goulash. Peter groans a bit and sits back up on his chair.

“I am Groot!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter answers and then waves them off. He doesn’t know what exactly is happening to him. The pain comes more often now, but it’s still gone after a few seconds again.

“Nah man. He is right. Normally I would say you should just man up. But you do look like shit.” Rocket says and then shrugs. Peter shakes his head. He hates any kind of doctor.

Besides nothing too horrible has happened to him so far so he would just wait and maybe in a few weeks it would be gone. Also he has a date with Tony today! He spent the last two days figuring out what he should do with Tony.

“You okay now?” Rocket asks when Peter doesn’t say anything at all. Peter nods and then rubs over his chest. Like always there is not a trace pain left. It’s so weird.

“Yeah. But I have to change now. Don’t want to let Tony wait for too long.” Peter says and with another wave from Groot and Rocket he leaves the room. Okay, he really is nervous because he wants this date to be perfect.

Peter goes to his own apartment and searches for something to wear. He still can’t believe Tony gave this whole apartment to him, but he loves it. He has such a wonderful view from here and Tony’s apartment is just down the floor.

“Jarvis?” Peter asks, when he stands in front of his wardrobe.

“At your service, Captain Quill.” Jarvis answers immediately and Peter has to smile at that. Even though he isn’t a real Captain of the Guardians, Tony insisted on the name.

“Do you… well I thought Tony and I could just walk to central park and eat some hotdogs but now… I’m not sure that it’s a good idea anymore.” Peter stutters and frowns.

His first thought was to go into an expensive restaurant, but… that seemed like something the Tony Stark for the media would do. But the real Tony Stark… is much happier with littler, simpler things.

But what if… No. Peter knows he is not good enough for Tony. But he wants to try it.

“I recommend that as a wonderful idea, Captain.” Jarvis answers and Peter is a bit relieved. Jarvis seems like the only person - yes he is a person - who understands the real Tony.

Peter wants to be the second person, who does that.

“It’s not too boring?” Peter asks again, because he really wants it to be perfect. Jarvis doesn’t answer, but he opens a map and Peter can see every hot dog stand in central park. One of them blinks red.

“This is Sir’s personal favourite.” Jarvis says and Peter laughs. Alright he could do that. The stand is at the Belvedere Lake and maybe they could rent a little boat there too.

“Thank you Jarvis.” Peter answers and Jarvis closes the map. A second later Peter’s new Stark phone beeps and he has the coordinates for the hotdog stand.

He opens his wardrobe and searches for something to wear. He chooses a dark Jeans, his favourite grey shirt (which has a little iron man at the breast pocket) and his red leather jacket.

He takes a deep breath and wants to leave his apartment. He has exactly eight minutes before he meets Tony and when he opens his bedroom door, the pain comes back.

“Fuck!” This time the pain isn’t only at his chest. His head feels like it explodes, too. Oh god is he dying for real? On the day he has his first date with Tony that is just his life.

“Captain Quill?” Jarvis asks but Peter shakes his head.

“Mute.” Peter gasps and then the pains is so bad, that he need to sit down. He doesn’t know which hurts worse. His heart or his head, but he can’t hear a single thing.

Just as fast as it comes, it goes away. Peter tries to breath and coughs. When he sits up again, the weird feeling in his chest is still there. But for the first time it feels actually…good.

He feels pleased.

Maybe it’s over now. Peter stands up and wants to check himself in the mirror before he leaves. Maybe his hair is a bit ruffled after that attack. But he sees something different in the mirror.

Oh no.

What the fuck?

Peter tilts his head. He can’t even scream, so surprised he is. This must be a joke. But there he sees his reflection. His face, his clothes but…but on top of his head are… animal ears.

“How?” Peter whispers and when he touches them, he nearly has a panic attack. They are real and on his head. He can even see how they twitch. Oh god.

Maybe he was poisoned on the last planet?

The pain on his head makes a lot of sense now, but he still has this happy feeling inside his chest. Peter wants to ask for help, but he doesn’t know who he could ask.

Earth doctors wouldn’t know what to do, but even in space Peter wouldn’t know anyone, who could help him.

A knock on his door jolts him out of his daydreams. Oh fuck.

“Peter? I know you said we would meet in 2 minutes… but I couldn’t wait and…uhm are you there?”

It’s Tony. Peter growls and then covers his mouth with his hands. Oh god what the fuck was that.

“Give me a second!” Peter says and he hopes he sounds normal. His voice is a bit deeper than normally. That’s a bad sign. He isn’t sure how to survive this date.

But he wanted this for so long. His life is not fair.

Peter looks for a beanie, that he could wear, because he needs to hide those ears. When he finds a ridiculous red one, he puts it on and sighs. It doesn’t look so bad, but he would be better without it.

Or without his new ears.

Peter sighs again and then tries to smile at his reflection. He could do that. But then he sees his fangs and nearly shrieks at that. Oh god he couldn’t even smile at Tony with this!

Peter tries so hard not to cry. He wanted this date so bad… and now? Some weird planet stuff ruined it. Just like that.

Peter goes over to his wardrobe and takes out a scarf and a sweater. He blinks back his tears. Maybe they could do it another time. Tony would understand him.

“Hey.” Peter opens his door to Tony and then coughs a bit. He hopes Tony doesn’t see that it’s fake.

“Hi.” Tony grins so wide, that Peter has to look down. God. Why does the world hate him?

“Tony I….you know that I was really happy about this date, right?” Peter asks, because Tony needs to know, that he wants to date him!

“Was?” Tony asks sadly and his voice breaks even at that single word. Peter’s heart breaks with it.

“Yeah you know… I’m sick. And…” Peter coughs again and god this is so embarrassing. He shudders. Maybe Tony would believe him. He needs to believe him.

“Oh that's… yeah I understand.” Tony sounds so sad and Peter wants to hug him. But he growls again at that thought and he coughs again to cover it.

“It’s not that I don’t want to Tony! But…I don’t feel good. Do you think we can try again? Next week?” Peter asks and Tony nods.

“Yeah… no problem. Just…tell Jarvis when and where. And uhm… get well soon!” Tony smiles sadly and Peter is sure he can see how upset he is. His brown eyes are already filling with tears.

Before Peter can say anything, Tony is already gone. But he heard his first sob.

Never in his life felt Peter like such an asshole before. Peter sinks down against his door and presses his hands against his wet eyes.

The feeling in his chest isn’t pleased anymore. It’s furious.

Stiles Stilinski

(Guess who’s back, back again. Lexa’s back, tell a friend. Finally got around to writing for my boy Stiles Stilinski and I am so happy with how this turned out. Please let me know what you think! It’s not New Year’s where I am yet, but I know it’s already the start of 2017 in other places so Happy New Year’s puddins! Enjoy!)

Happy New Year’s

Was there anything you enjoyed more than sleeping? Probably not, and everyone knew your number one rule. If Y/N is asleep, do not wake her unless it’s an emergency!

Stiles always seemed to forget that rule.

It’s the slamming of the front door and the loud footsteps running up your stairs that wakes you.

You groan because you know who it is.

Stiles comes crashing into your room “Y/N, come on get up!” he says bouncing up and down on your bed and shaking you by the shoulders.

“Stiles, it’s 9:00am. What are you doing here?”

“Babe, it’s 2:00 in the afternoon! Get up, we’re not spending New Year’s Eve in bed.”

“Why not?” you sigh.

“Because, I have something planned for us tonight. So get up!”

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BTS J-Hope - Fake Proposal at Disneyland

Member: Non-idol Best Friend! Hoseok x Female Reader

Type: Humour, Fluff

Warnings: Lots of Disney film references :D (Does this count as a warning?)

A/N: I got this idea while watching Smosh’s fake proposal prank in Disneyland video. Like what if someone who’s fun and goofy enough to try out this prank? The first person who came into my mind was Hobi. So why not write one? I hope you get all of the references! Requests are open, and happy reading!

“Should we play a public prank? Right here, right now,” Hoseok blurted the idea out of the blue. You choked on your Dole Whip and looked at your best friend with wide eyes. “Are you serious about that?” you frowned while coughing your lungs out.

You had a bad feeling about this, but seeing the determination, the anticipation, and the quirkiness in Hobi’s eyes, you sighed. “What do you have in mind?” It’s one of his crazy ideas, again. Remind me, why am I friends with you, Jung Hoseok?

“I’m thinking of proposing in front of the Castle, but I seem to have an empty role for a girlfriend. Care to help me, princess?” he smirked. You hesitated, yet Hoseok kept on looking at you, waiting for an answer. Finally, he grew tired. “All right, listen. I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smoulder,” he reenacted the line from Tangled, and imitated Flynn’s smoulder. You couldn’t help but laugh at his wonky expression. “Stop it!” you huffed. “Not until you agree to help me!” So, you reluctantly agreed. Hoseok threw his hands in the air, delighted to hear you ‘surrender’.

Suddenly, a thought came into your mind. “Did you prepare a ring, for the act?” you asked the enthusiastic guy. He nodded and showed you his hand, which was accessorised with a few rings. “I’m always prepared, my friend. Oops, I mean GIRLfriend!” he snickered, and you hit him on the arm, trying to stop him from teasing you any further. “Okay, okay! I’ll stop!” Hoseok laughed, then held out his hand, “here, we have to look convincing. Do you trust me?” You slowly put your hand in his and smiled, “Yes.” Then he grabbed your hand slightly, leading the way to the Castle.

In front of the castle, there were crowds of people, whether they were just passing by or standing there taking pictures. You started to get butterflies in your stomach. “Are you sure this will work? Will they really fall for this?” you asked, but looking up you find a really confident Hoseok looking back at you. “Of course! Here we go, in two, three.”

Then, he knelt down in front of you. A few travelers and local visitors gasped loudly, and you could faintly hear a young girl saying to her friend, “Oh my god! It’s happening!” Your face was suddenly flushed with pink, trying to put yourself in the act. Hoseok, on the other hand, remained calm and cheerfully proposed with the ring in his hand, “(Y/N), I know that I’m a big dreamer. I always dream about being a famous choreographer, or open my own dance school. But then I met you, and suddenly I realised that my dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it. You were my new dream. So, please say yes!”

Even though you knew this was all just an act, you could feel the genuineness in his voice and on his face. It didn’t seem like he was faking it and pretended it was a prank. Happy tears slowly slid down your face, as if you were immersed in the character. “Yes, Hobi. I do,” you giggled whilst sobbing. The drama-watching bystanders cheered and whistled, and that young girl was screaming, “SHE SAID YES!!!!”

Hoseok got back up on his feet and thanked the crowd. You wiped away your tears and whispered at his ear, “They really believed it! They thought it was true!” Hoseok bitterly grinned, but avoided your eye contact. You frowned, sensing something was wrong. “Hobi, what’s wrong?” The boy gazed at the ground with distressed eyes. “It’s real,” he sighed, “The proposal, it’s real. I have been crushing on you for a very long time, (Y/N), and I love you. Please be my girlfriend, please say yes.” 

This time, it was his turn to become teary-eyed. You held your breath, still shocked by what your best friend had said; while onlookers were whispering ear to ear, gossiping whether the whole thing was real or not. The proposal scene kept on replaying in your head, how Hoseok knelt down in front of you, how he took your hand, how he said you were his new dream…

“Hobi, look at me,” you held his face delicately. He slowly focused on your face; the dispirited feeling still roamed around him. You gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and uttered, “Hoseok, you said I was your new dream, right?” He nodded. “You were mine, too,” you laughed, “because when I look at you, I can feel it.” You pressed your forehead against his and kissed him.

The people around you clapped abruptly, booming with hurrahs and congratulations. You were shocked and panicked, but Hoseok pulled you in for a hug and comforted you. “She finally said yes!” he hollered at the crowd, and they replied with loud cheers.

That night, when you both were leaving the park, Hoseok held your hand tightly and thought to himself, “I look at you, and I’m home.

Getting Caught - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Prompt: Could write a Teen Wolf imagine where the reader is Stiles’ or Scott’s younger sister and she’s dating Liam, and they catch them making out? Please and thank you so much!!

GIF Credit: imaginexteenwolf 

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Family movie night in the Stilinski household was a must weekly thing. It’s something the Sheriff decided to do to bond with his kids after his wife passed away. The agreement was movie night once night a week, preferably a night when the Sheriff was off, wouldn’t interfere with Stiles’ lacrosse games, and Y/N’s orchestra commitments; as well as no inviting a friend over. Movie night was strictly for the three of them only.

Y/N loved movie nights with her dad and older brother, except for tonight she/d rather be with Liam, especially considering how well things were going between the two of them. There was an instant connection the moment Stiles introduced his baby sister to Liam one day after lacrosse practice. Since then, the two have been sneaking around over the last two months to see each other In janitor closets and the locker rooms during school hours, and of course in bedrooms in empty houses. The two were so into each other; they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and the excitement of sneaking around made their relationship more fun.

It was Stiles’ turn to pick a movie for the night and of course he picked Star Wars; Y/N’s least favorite movie in the world. She tried so hard to focus on the movie but it was hard to enjoy it with Liam on her mind. Picturing his breathtaking blue eyes, his cute baby face, picture perfect smile and his full lips.

At that moment her phone buzzed with a new text message from Liam. 

I hope you don’t mind but I snuck out of my house just to see you. Go to your room ;)

She tried not to smile. Instead she faked a cough followed by a fake sneeze. “Dad, I’m not feeling so good. Can I be excused? I’d like to go to bed.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Take something before you go to bed, okay?” 

She nodded and said good night. She fought so hard not to run up the stairs or climb them two steps at a time, but when she finally got to her room she quickly opened the door. She leaned her back against the door after closing it and looked at Liam who was sitting on her bed. A warm breeze came from the open window Liam came through.

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Rin, Sousuke, Makoto and Seijuurou's reactions to their s.o cooking something for them BUT it tastes horrible. Would they tell the truth or lie to not hurt their feelings? XD

(ohhh noOOOO)

Makoto: He’d hope his partner couldn’t see how his face was visibly paling the moment their cooking touched his tongue, but he immediately plasters on the happiest fake smile when he sees them staring at him so expectantly. “I-It’s really good! You should teach me how to cook sometime, too.” He immediately regrets saying that since he’s not any better than them, but he can at least stop them from doing things like overcooking or adding random ingredients next time.

Rin: He coughs a few times and has to cover his mouth with his hand for a while, looking away from his partner since he had to figure out how he was going to word this. “It’s… not bad, but…” He groans and gives up. “Ah, sorry! It’s pretty bad. How did you even mix up the sugar and salt? Aren’t they labeled?” He lectures them for a few minutes on kitchen safety and how to keep everything organized, but he feels so guilty over their disappointed face he has to kiss them on the forehead.

Sousuke: His eyebrow twitches and he nearly chokes, but he keeps it together until he can swallow the first bite. “…It’s good,” he mumbles from around the spoon in his mouth, biting on it gently to distract himself from what he just ate. Unfortunately his partner would be able to see through his horrible acting and call him out, saying he didn’t need to lie, but he just shakes his head like it’s not registering in his brain. “What, what’re you saying, it’s good. I said, it’s good. What, I’m not lying-” He forces himself to keep eating and ends up wrestling his partner for the spoon.

Seijuurou: No matter how unappealing the dish looks at first glance, his smiling partner waiting for him to eat it would end up making him smile, too. After his loud declaration of joy he’d start eating, but then go blue in the face from how bad it tasted. (Surely his partner would notice his pained expression and start to worry.) Without another word he’d quickly shove all of it into his mouth and down an entire glass of water, even if he felt like he’d throw up at any second now. He ruffles their hair with a big smile and a thumbs-up. “Thanks for the food! Ah, that was good. How about we try cooking together next time?” 

Chapter 17

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything! The storyline and characterizations are completely fictional. Any real life similarities are completely coincidental. Don’t be offended and don’t sue me.

Notes: Smut Warning! A special thanks to my new friend ringohime78 for putting up with me, she knows how hard I worked on getting this chapter out for you today!

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Me or Her?;  Part 3, Ending.

Title- me or her?

Cast- J-Hope, Reader, Jinwoon (special appearance in Part 2&3)

Genre- Angst

Length- Long. // 2, 256 words.

Summary- another guy keeps his girlfriend, but he’s getting her back.

parts - 1 // 2 // 3

“Oh? Junu-ah, Junseo-ah! You guys! How are you?” Hoseok asked as he approached you three ; trying his best not to be nervous. You stared blankly at Hoseok, trying your best to get maybe a little bit of information in your brain about him, a part of you knew him. After the small chat he made with the boys, he faced you. “Jang Y/N…” he muttered, “H-Hi. How are you?”

You stayed silent, though, because you weren’t sure if you’re confident to even say a word to him, who the boys said was your ex-lover. “Noona, say something!” Junu exclaimed, shaking your arm. “Oh…” you started, smiling nervously as you looked at Hoseok. “Sorry.” Hoseok chuckled forcefully, “I’m okay.” but deep inside, he isn’t. After two years, you already had forgotten him and continued your new life with someone else?

Before anyone from four of you can speak, Hoseok’s teammate, V, Jimin, Jungkook had jumped in the frame, completely noisy. “YEAH TURN DOWN FOR— Y/N?!” Jungkook screamed, making Hoseok hiss at him, stepping on his foot. “Ouch, ouch! I’m sorry!” he whined, pouting slightly. “Ahhh! Noona, you don’t know them, right? This is V, this is Jimin, this is Jungkook, and this is the guy we were talking about, Hoseok—”

“What do you mean?” Hoseok interrupted Junseo. “What do you mean she doesn’t know us? That’s impossible! We were literally best friends. She and I used to be together.” he continued, confusion written all over his face and also the other Maknae Line’s faces. “Well, I can explain. The kids don’t really understand what amnesia means,”

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The Good, The Bad, and The Annoyed

For bestiemcmic ! Jealous Ben and Jay (fighting over Carlos). Prompts are still open! Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow!

Carlos liked spending time with his friends, spending time with Dude, and spending time on his homework. Auradon has been treating him well and he thought it couldn’t get better, and it didn’t. It got worse, but only for a few hours.

Ben had left a note slid under Carlos’s door, that he had seen when getting back from class. He smiled, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “Meet me by my dorm at 3 -Ben ♡” He had time to kill, so he went to do his homework, but for once /ever/ he couldn’t concentrate. All that was on his mind was what Ben had waiting for him, another thought crossed his mind that wasn’t as pleasant. What was Jay going to say? Carlos sighed, checking the door at least 10 times in 3 minutes, both relieved and stressed when Jay came in. 

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Thanks, Princess - Theo Raeken Imagine

Thanks, Princess – TW Imagine

Prompt: Theo, the biggest flirt at Beacon Hills High approaches you and asks you to pretend to be your girlfriend for a bet. A quick, boring imagine!

A/N: Here’s a quick crappy and short imagine! I don’t know, just a random filler I guess. I’ve got exams tomorrow so I can’t upload for the next couple days, at least I don’t think I can. Hope this made sense and yeah, enjoy! :)

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word Count: 1408

Originally posted by lets-be-a-queen

Your POV

I was outside on one of the benches, alone, reading a book I bought yesterday. Again, I was alone. Nice and peaceful from all the gossiping and chattering inside the school halls. Unlike most students, I liked to spend my lunches reading alone in silence.

That was when Theo Raeken, Beacon Hills ‘bad boy hottie’ approached me. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” He sat down next to me, panting. I didn’t flinch or look up. This boy was trouble, and I knew it. I continued my book and turned the page over, completely ignoring Theo’s presence.

“Please, Princess?” He begged. I sighed and closed my book, making sure to leave my bookmark on the page I was on. “How many times have I told you not to call me that, Raeken?” I said annoyed. I’ve known Theo since we were little, since him and my family were close friends. I wasn’t shy around him, and I definitely wasn’t drooling around him. I’m not like the other girls where they like to daydream and suck up to him, and he knows that. That’s why he knows calling me ‘Princess’ annoys me. I wasn’t going to deny, he was pretty good looking. Just shitty personality. Well, I don’t know.

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Weasley Twins x Reader Part 3 (Final)

(Sorry anon, but I can only do fluff. Hope you enjoy this!)

Lately, people have been giving you weird looks and some of the girls even glared at you. People never noticed you before so how come—oh right. Fred and George Weasley. Dating you. Oh how cliché you thought.

“Is there something the matter, y/n?” Fred, who was on your left asked you.

“Nothing serious, it’s just that I’ve been noticing people glaring daggers at me. Not that I’m not used to it. Well, I kind of understand them since I’m, uh, dating you two.” you faked cough, your face heating a bit.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t think about it much. The important thing is we are together now and I really don’t care what people think.” George who was on your right shrugged, slinging his arm around your waist.

“Just like what George said, no worries at all. Are you having problems with both of us dating you, y/n? We can break up if you want.” Fred said hesitantly with a concerned look and at this you hastily replied to him,

“Merlin, I didn’t say that I wanted to break up! It’s just that it feels so cliché right now. Like some kind of a fairy tale.”

“You say fairy tale, but we say a dream come true for the both us.” George smiled, not just him but Fred also. Their smiles are really contagious that you can’t help but to smile too.

“That reminds me, you said that you have been waiting for me to confess to you guys. How long did you know that I have a crush on you two?”

“About that, it started since we knew that you drew a portrait of us.” Fred answered casually,

“Though, we didn’t confirm yet if it was really us that you were crushing on so we didn’t say anything about it.” George added,

“Until you yourself spitted it out saying that we are attractive, funny, and hot.” Fred and George chuckled at that.

“Oh bloody hell, shut up. I didn’t know someone was eavesdropping on me and Luna.” You huffed while pouting at it.

“Don’t worry darling, we found it cute when you confessed to us like that.” Fred pecked at your cheeks.

“We are still waiting for the kiss on the lips though.” George smirked.

“You know I can’t do that yet. I feel embarrassed doing it.” You said exasperatedly. “This dating thing is new to me since.. this is my first time.” You looked away, face redden more at the statement.

“Are you serious? Not joking around?” Fred asked and he with George looked surprised at this, and you shake your head ‘no’.

“Merlin, guess we are the first one then.” Both of them smiled at the new information they got.

“Yeah, you should be honored.” You rolled your eyes playfully at them.

“Say, you never did once kissed us. Not even a peck on the cheek. Why not trying it now? It’s better now than never.” George raised his eyebrow at you.

“I guess so.. Just a peck on the cheek though. No funny business. Just, low down your body a bit. You’re freakishly tall for your own good.” At this, George rolled his eyes and bend his body down a bit, enough for you to get close to his face. As you were almost about to give a peck on his cheek, he turned his head and your lips ended up on his own. You pulled away quickly, your face flushed bright red and your mind trying to comprehend what just happened.

“Hey, no fair! You get to kiss her first on the lips!” Fred pouted, smacking his brother while at it.

“First come, first serve.” George smirked at his twin.

Your mind finally clicked and you were so ready to leave them and thinking about what the heck just happened. Unfortunately, the twins noticed this and managed to get a grip on your waist.

“Look, her face is really red right now.” Fred laughed.

“y/n, you look really cute right now. Merlin, I want to kiss you again.” George smiled again, feeling content that he finally got to kiss you and trying to resist the urge to kiss you senseless.

“No,no. Lord, just let me go I’m so embarrassed right now and want to go hide in a hole right now.” Your arms flail, trying to escape from the twins grip.

“Next time, it’s my turn dear brother.” Fred huffed at his twin, clearly dissatisfied with him stealing your first kiss.

“Stop talking like I’m not here!”

“Ah y/n, we are almost late to class. Come on then, move along.” Fred and George said in unison, dragging you with them to escort you to Transfiguration class since you were a fourth year (You always said to them that they didn’t have to escort you to class but they insist and knowing the twins, saying no won’t stop them). You spotted the Golden Trio and Hermione along with Harry waved at you, even smiling at your situation. You huffed in annoyance but not really and you waved them back, smiling. And this is how you spent your everyday life with the twins, and it was pure bliss. You were glad that you somehow managed to confess to them at that day and them accepting you. Not once did you regret making that choice. Well, except for the times when they pranked you. But it only happened once in a while so it’s okay. It was in their nature to prank people anyway.

(And that’s it folks, the ending for this story. Feel free to send any request or prompt ^^)