the way his face spreads into a grin


Originally posted by articianne

Imagine: You and Newt go to a fun fair for the first time ever.

Author’s Note: Hello cuties! Just wanted to post something short and sweet. I’m in the final stages of editing a jealous/protective/smutty Newt fic, so enjoy this naive innocence while you can! Thank you for following, liking and reblogging as always. You all have my heart. Enjoy x

Word Count: 663

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A great Disturbance

Daryl Dixon Imagine

You’re out on a run with Daryl. Every time you get closer to him, something decides to get in between.

word count: 1344

approximated reading time: 7 minutes

“Well, well”, I said hunkering down behind a small shelf. A few bottles had caught my eye and with a grin I grabbed the dust-covered glass. “Look what we’ve got here!”
“What is it!?” Daryl was on the other side of the room looking for supplies and other things that were worth being taken back to Alexandria.
“It’s Jack!” I raised the bottle so that Daryl could see it and a wide grin spread across his face.
“Pass it over”, he said crossing the room reaching out for the bottle.
I took a step back, opened the bottle and took a big gulp. The liquid burned its way down to my stomach, leaving a fine trail of fire in my throat. “Lovely”, I said with a smirk.
“Stop it”, Daryl growled taking another step towards me.
I took a step back.
“Ya wanna play?!” Daryl’s voice got lower, a smirk around his lips as he took another step forward while I took another one back hiding the bottle behind me when suddenly I felt the wall, cold against my skin. I couldn’t back away any further and Daryl crept closer.
“What now?”, he muttered in a low husky voice. I could smell the sweat and musk and I had never realized how tall he was, how broad his shoulders.
“You’re still not getting the bottle”, I replied.
“What do ya want?” Daryl was so close, I could feel his breath on my skin and I couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on mine. Soft? Rough?
“Surprise me”, I whispered and watched as Daryl took another step forward. I could feel his warmth.

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Because I Love You

It was the middle of the day and you still hadn’t seen J.  You knew he was busy at work in his office and he probably wanted to be alone so he could focus but you just couldn’t help yourself.  You decided a little company wouldn’t hurt him so you made your way down the hall, sliding on the wood floor in your fuzzy socks.  You had been together for almost eight months now, so you decided knocking was on longer necessary.  Surely he would be happy to see you regardless of how absorbed he was.  You stepped in the room and closed the door gently behind you.  A huge grin spread across your face as you saw J, busy as always.  He paid no attention to you as you walked up to his desk and sat on the opposite side of him in one of his large, dark leather chairs.  Since he obviously wasn’t going to pay you any mind you decided to get comfortable by tucking your feet under you, curling up to just watch him at work.

Several minutes passed before he spoke up, “Why are you looking at me like that?” He said, never looking up from the papers covering his desk.

“Well, I was bored and I figured you’d be in here for a few more hours so I thought I’d come watch.” You replied with a smile.

He gave you his low growl that you loved so much before saying, “Doll, I’m really busy and you know I find you….distracting.  How about you go find Frost and stare at him for a while.”

Not wanting to leave, you decided to change the subject to something sensitive that you knew would get his attention.

“J, your hair is looking pretty dull.” you said, trying to contain a giggle.  You knew that you were going to hit a sweet spot and you did it on purpose.

He immediately brought his gaze up to meet yours.  You could see the panic that was setting in as his eyes widened.

“What?” He said softly.  There weren’t many things that he cared about, but his hair was one of them.

“I’m just saying, J….you’re really letting yourself go lately.”  You got up and turned around to walk out of the room, you really wanted to laugh but you couldn’t in front of him.  Before stepping out of the room you hollered back, “Maybe when you’re done working so much I can help you dye it. By the time that happens, though, all the green will be gone.”

Without waiting for his reply you walked out of the office, shut the door behind you, and started running up the stairs laughing.  Just when you were about to reach the bedroom you heard his office door open and steps coming your way.  You ran into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, grabbing your phone. I’ve gotta act natural, my plan is working! You thought to yourself.

Moments later J stepped into the room, frantically looking in the large mirror by the closet doors.  He ran his fingers through his hair as if he were searching for something.

“Dye my hair. Now.” He growled towards you before striding into the large master bathroom.  You had to bite your lip to suppress your smile as you jumped off the bed and followed after him.

He sat down on the bench in front of your vanity, watching you intently as you brushed the neon green dye through his hair.  He tilted his head back and flashed you his silver smile in happiness, this was always one of his favorite things.  After the dye had sat for long enough you had him turn around and tilt his head under the sink so you could wash it out.

“You wanna know something, J?” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair, rinsing it out.

“Hmmmm?” He growled in response.

“Your hair looked fine, I just wanted to spend some time with you.” You giggled as he opened his eyes and glared at you.  He sat up, clearly agitated.

“Doll, if there’s one thing I don’t like it’s when you play games with me. I HAVE A LOT OF WORK TO DO AND I DON’T NEED YOU FUCKING IT UP!”

You weren’t expecting his sudden change of tone, or your response.


J started to walk out of the bathroom but you grabbed his arm and took a deep breath.

“J, just talk to me for once instead of walking away. Sometimes I just need-”

“That’s the fucking problem Y/N! You always NEED. Why the fuck do you have to be SO FUCKING NEEDY?” J said, raising his voice once again.

“Because I love you god damn it!” You covered your mouth with your hand immediately after the words came out.  You knew you had loved him within the first week of your relationship, but he told you to never fall for him.  His face went blank and he tensed his jaw.  His eyes looked anywhere but at you as he whispered, “Never say that again.” before turning and walking away.


Cute Bucky x Reader !

Originally posted by sebastianstahn

“Ok, Buck, ” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Give it back !”
“No !” Bucky said, holding out a hand to stop me, and panting.
“Bucky !!!” I whined, stomping my foot. “Please !!!!”
“No no no !”
“Yes, NOW!”
“Come on, Buck !” I said, sitting on the couch, sulking.
“You spend time with me now” He said. “You can have your book back when Im done with you”
“So not fair !” I said crossly. “That chapter is important !”
“Im way more important that !”
“Really ?” I asked, smirking.
“Oh please” Bucky scoffed, flipping through the pages of my book.

Suddenly his fingers touched my bookmark.An evil grin spread on his face.
He looked me, and wiggled his eye brows.
“Dont you DARE !” I said, again on my feet.
“Oh, but I do” Bucky said, shrugging.
“Ok ok, just put it down” I said, holding my hands up in defeat.

Bucky studied my face for a minute, and then sighed loudly.
“Here, have your stupid book” He said, pushing my book into my hands and turning away to leave.

I watched him as he ran his fingers through his thick brown hair, before slowly walking out if the room.

“Hey !” I said. “Where are you going ?”
Bucky shrugged, not turning to look at me.
I flicked the book onto the couch, and ran up to my boyfriend, hugging him from behind.
“Dont go” I said in a small voice.
I smiled as he turned around and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I dont care about that book, ok, I actually do, but not as much as I care about you” I said, my lips brushing against his neck.

Bucky laughed, holding me tighter.
“All I wanted was to cuddle with you, and you just wanna read ?”
“Aww, come here you cuddlebug” I said, as we settled on the couch. I snuggled into his arms , getting comfortable with his warmth.
Obviously, cuddling is never cuddling without a few Bucky-special kisses.

Once we were settled into just cuddling, again, Bucky asked, “So what was this all important chapter ?”
I just smirked.
“What ?” He asked, now looking at my face.
“Ohh, you might not be interested” I said, controlling my urge to laugh.
“(Y/N) ” Bucky said, narrowing his eyes at me.
I just giggled and winked at him.

Bucky’s eyes grew wide, as he dived to grab my book and opened the page I was reading.
“Go back two pages, if you wanna read the whole thing” I said, now poking my head in between the book and his arms to see the page.
He grinned as he read. Then he held the book out to me.
“Here” He said .
“You didnt just finish reading, did you ?” I asked, looking at him in shock.
“Nope” He said, lying back on the couch. “You’re gonna read it to me”


Rumor Has It... (Cisco x Reader) Imagines

Barry and Caitlin were teasing you about your little crush on Cisco, and he just happens to overhear your conversation…


“So, is it true?”

You looked up from your desk to see your best friend, Cisco, enter the Cortex. Dressed in his Ramonesque style - with a classic tee, button-down polo and colored jeans - he looked really good.

Already, you could feel the blush warming your cheeks as he made his way over to your workplace and leaned on it.

Setting down the device you were working on, you smiled. “Is what true, Cisco?”

“You,” he said, an adorable grin spreading across his face. “Rumor has it that you have a crush on me.”

Your heart practically leapt out of your ribcage. Sweat started forming on the back of your neck and your brain fumbled for some type of explanation to his question.

…What?” you asked, trying to keep cool; though, the fact that your voice went a slight octave higher didnt’ help.

So, the best you could do to recover was lean back in your chair and give him an uneasy expression, finger scratching the back of your ear.

“Now where did you hear that?”

He flashed you a knowing grin.

“C’mon, ______,” he pulled up a chair and took a seat next to you. “We all know you’ve got a thing for me. You always have, since we first met each other…Plus, Barry and Cait said you did, so…”

A shot of murder went through your head.

Barry and Cait had found out about your little crush on the mechanical engineer a couple days ago and swore to keep it a secret. In return, you promised you wouldn’t build another cold gun to freeze their asses off if they betrayed you.

But, now that that offer was null and void, you had already began planning the mechanisms for the weapon.

“So, what do you say?” Cisco asked, giving you a very cute once over. “You squeeze yourself into a black dress and we can have dinner tomorrow night.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Did he just…?

His face froze for a complete second once he realized the words that he just said.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, holding up a finger. “That was completely inappropriate.”

Suddenly standing up from his seat,  Cisco shoves his hands into his front pocket and nodded, embarrassed. “I’m just gonna go…”

He hurriedly rushed over to the door, no doubt internally scolding himself for saying whatever dorky, cheesy pick-up line felt right at the moment. Just as he was out of the room, however, you summoned up all your courage and called out to him.

“Hey Cisco?” you said.

He stopped in his tracks. “Yeah?”

“You said rumor had it that I have a crush on you?” you asked, watching his face flush completely red. “Well, what if rumor had it that I’d like to go to dinner with you?”

The shocked look on his face was completely priceless.

“Tomorrow, at Jitters,” you winked, before turning back to your little project on the desk. “Don’t be late, okay?”

charlesgrey1875  asked:

I just realized after I sent it that forgot to write with who, please ignore my last request because this is the correct one. 2, 6, and 12 with Bucky please. 😅

A/N: I hope you enjoy some precious little Buckaroo.. Thanks xo

Prompt: Sometimes you need a little nudge to speak what’s on your mind.. 

2.“That wasn’t very subtle.”
6. ‘’I’ve noticed the way you look at her/him. In fact, I’m sure everyone has by now.’’
12. ‘’Just do us all a favour and tell him/her already.’’

Pairing: BuckyXreader

Warning: None


Originally posted by bellasmith45

Steve was enjoying this, truly. A wide grin spread across his face as he watched his best friend devour you with his pining stares. When Bucky had returned to his life, he wondered how it would be, what parts of him would return. It took Bucky months to fall into a routine, trying to learn how to live in this time, but Steve was most excited when he learned that Bucky was comfortable enough in his life that he started to work on the relationships around him. What took Steve by a pleasant surprise was noticing when Bucky’s care for you seemed to extend from just wanting to be your friend into hopes of something more.

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You, Damon and Alaric stood around the table and stared at one another.

“So how are we going to do this?"Alaric raised his eyebrow at you and Damon.

"We’re not going to do anything"you shook your head and turned to leave.

"Damon, just tell her!"Alaric exclaimed.

"Tell her what?"Damon looked up at his friend innocently. His actions made you roll your eyes.

"Tell y/n why you act the way you do around her”

“Why he acts like a total douche? Why he acts as if I’m not even there? Yeah please enlighten me?!"You sat down in your chair and folded your arms.

"Hold on it takes two to tango, your not exactly the nices-

"He likes you y/n"Alaric interrupted your quarreling.

"Alaric, you have got to be kidding me"Damon moaned as you slumped back in your chair. A massive grin spread across your face.

Zundre Fusion

//Sorry it took so long~. Things got in the way. I was really sad for a whole weekend, still a little sad but I swore I was going to write their fusion Stven Universe style so here I go.


Dre was walking late one night with his gang. Sitting on the front porch in lawn chairs and the steps they smoked and drank beer making jokes and talking about their days. Zunde was sitting with his legs spread and Dre sitting in between them as he grin widely. Most of the gang had began to leave as Pappa and Russ sat on the steps facing each other smoking their cigarettes with closed eye sockets. 

“The two should head home,” Pappa began looking to Dre.

“Yeah, it’s late and we don’t want you crashing on our couch,” Russ finished blowing out a cloud of smoke as it drifted up to the street lights and further towards the sky. Dre sighed as Zunde rolled his eye light though he was actually thankful. He just wanted to go back to their apartment for over an hour now. The only reason he hadn’t was cause he wasn’t leaving Dre with his gang. They would just hug him and he hated when others touched what was his.

“Whatever, let’s go then,” Zunde mumbled out as Dre moved to get up and Zunde followed him. Walking down the steps he put his hands in his jean pockets as the twins looked to him.

“Be careful with our bro,” they both said then narrowed their eye sockets. “Or else, bro.” Snorting he followed after Dre walking next to him. Not looking he lifted his hand catching the bat they threw at him.

“Don’t leave your shit at our house punk,” Russ told him as Zunde rest the bat on his shoulder.

“Aw~ I think they like you,” Dre said grinning widely as Zunde huffed in disbelief at his statement. 

Walking the streets the sun was no longer in sight anymore and it was quiet. Hearing something in an alley he looked to see some punks beating up on someone and went to ignore it but bumped into Dre. Sighing he saw Dre wanted to do something but he didn’t have a gun and was not built for fighting one bit. Dre then looked to him and he just looked back at him.

“…………………Fine, just this once then we go home,” he told him holding his hand out. Dre grin as he took it before letting himself be twirled and dipped. A blinding white light could be seen as the three monsters beating up the student stopped in confusion.

“What the hell was that?! A camera flash?!” One said in announce as the other lifted a crowbar.

“Oh hell nah! No one gets to take a picture of us! Let’s get them too!” Nodding in agreement they turn before stopping. Towering over them was this skeleton with a whole in their skull on either side four eye sockets, and two scars coming from the top and bottom of their eye sockets. Four arms were came from his side as one came up pulling the cigarette from his mouth blowing out the toxic smoke. The one held the bat and tapped the head in another hand. Wearing black jeans, a black leather jacket with the collar popped, several golden necklaces, some similar bracelets, and rings as well on the two sets of arms he had.

“Hey, you really should be running now,” he said as neutral face twisting up in a twisted grin. “Before I beat you in an inch of your life.” The one dropped the crowbar shaking but the one that appeared to be the leader pulled out a gun aiming at the fusion of Zunde and Dre. Their eye sockets widen in slight surprise before narrowing as they smirked. “Fine, hard way it is.”


Boom! Done~ All in one day! Woohoo~. Hope you liked it.^^

Zundre fusion is by Ryssbelle. Thank you! For giving me something to think about. Hope you like this too sweetie. X}




ships in the night. (m)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Anonymous Requested: a fluffy, romantic, appreciative Namjoon smut

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 6,252

Description: In your relationship somewhere along the line, the two of you started unknowingly passing each other by; something akin to two ships in the night.

Originally posted by himchans

The contact photo of his dimpled grin illuminated your phone screen just as you walked through the front door, making a goofy smile spread across your face. You set down the dinner and movie that you’d picked up on your way home from work, before sliding your thumb across the screen to answer his call.

“Hey babe.” You chirp, as you try to control the excitement in your voice.

“Hey…” The word comes out slow and somewhat hesitant, making you knit your eyebrows together.

“Is…  something wrong?” You ask questioningly. You wait a few moments and there’s still no answer, making a worry bubble up inside of your chest.

“Namjoon what’s—” You try to ask again, but you don’t get to finish before he interjects.

“I’m not going to be able to make it home tonight.”

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Rainy Days: Josh Dun imagine part 2

Part one:

Both of you sat down in a booth, across from each other, and munched on burritos and tacos silently for a couple minutes before anyone actually spoke. The rain pelting the windows became sort of soothing in a way, and you almost forgot about the dead phone in your pocket, still trying to process the fact that you were eating Taco Bell with Joshua William Dun from Twenty One Pilots. Honestly you would’ve never dared to actually think such a dream could come true, but by some crazy possibility, it did. Unsure of what to talk about, being the awkward person you were, you picked up a hot sauce packet beside you and read it, giggling. “What’s so funny?” Josh tilted his head to the side, face crinkling up into a smile, eyes squeezed tight and grin spread across his face. He was so cute. Ugh, if only he wasn’t worldwide famous and older than you, you’d probably actually have the nerve to kiss him on the cheek. But hey, that was just the crazy stuff you read in fanfictions, right?

“Just looking at the sauce packets,” you replied, handing it to him. He’s just here for today, you reminded yourself. He’s not going to stay, he’s not going to try and be your friend. He’s just buying you some food, taking you home, and giving you concert tickets. That’s all. Don’t get too attached. You tried to pound that into your brain, but as soon as his laugh reached your ears your heart couldn’t help but jump in your chest. His laugh was nothing like what you had seen in vines or interviews. This, real and genuine and authentic, right in front of you, it was ten times better. It was so sweet and adorable and cute and you needed to remind yourself he’s a grown man who picked you up off the sidewalk in the pouring rain and you should stop thinking such thoughts. Celebrity crush or not, you had to admit it felt sort of strange with him right across from you and not on a screen or television.

“I knew you’d come back for me,” he read aloud, raising his eyebrows and giving you a sexy wink, and you burst out laughing, trying your best not to blush.

“It’s a hot sauce packet for Pete’s sake,” you rolled your eyes. “You get so dramatic with it.”

“Come on, I want to see you try one,” Josh insisted like an eager little kid, picking one up and tossing it to you. You caught it perfectly and he grinned. “Nice catch.”

“If you never do, you never know,” you announced, trying on an accent.

“That was a nice one,” Josh chuckled. “You got fancy with the accent too.”

“You do another one,” you decided. “This is fun.”

“Okay,” he sighed. He picked a random one up, shot you a particularly mischievous smile, and then slid out of his seat.

“Where are you going?” you began to question, but he stood in front of you, kneeling down on one knee. “Oh gosh.”

“Y/n, will you marry me?” he joked, holding the hot sauce packet out towards you. Of course he got the will you marry me hot sauce packet.

“Of course!” you teased, knowing very well by now that your face was probably bright red. You couldn’t help but blush at a moment like that, especially with Josh looking so cute in his hoodie and kneeling down looking up at you with that adorable smile and messy red hair.

“Wonderful!” his eyes lit up. “I’ll go get the tortilla ring.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, both of you still laughing as he returned to his seat.

“Do they even make those?” he wondered.

“I don’t know,” you chuckled.

“Oh well,” Josh sighed, leaning back into his chair and letting his laughter die down. “I just met you and now we’re already married.”

“Yeah,” you giggled. You glanced at the window and frowned. “Looks like the rain’s not letting up anytime soon.”

“That’s okay,” he quickly answered. “That just means I get to spend more time with you, right?”

“Right,” you agreed. “But I don’t know why anybody would ever want to do that.”

“I would,” he looked at you with concerned eyes. “You’re a neat person. I bet everybody would love to spend a couple hours in a Taco Bell with you.”

“I wish,” you groaned, easing back into your chair.

“What do you mean?” he cocked his head to the side. “You’re amazing.”

“You just met me,” you narrowed your eyes. “You’re the amazing one here. You play drums for a world famous band, you’ve released how many records, and you’re still doing crazy good. I’m just a stupid high school student who can’t even walk home in the rain properly.”

“Don’t say that,” he frowned. “You’re going to do great things one day. Maybe even exceed me and Tyler.”

“I don’t know about that,” you chuckled. “But yeah. I hope I do something awesome.”

“You will,” Josh nodded. “I know you will.”

“Thanks,” you murmured. “A lot. For everything, for the ride and the food and being so nice.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he reassured. “Like I said, you’re fun to hang out with.”

“You too,” you grinned.

“So, do you have to be home anytime soon?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve got three or four hours until my parents get home,” you reminded. “How come?”

“Well if this rain does eventually let up, I want to take you somewhere else,” he announced.

“Really?” your eyes lit up.

“Of course,” he smiled. “Ever played a game called Super Smash Bros?”

“Who hasn’t?” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if we ever get out of here I can take you on a couple rounds,” he suggested.

“I could beat your ass,” you joked.

“Want to bet?” he gave a sly grin.

“Absolutely,” you nodded, determination shining through your smile. “It’s on.”

cookiesaber  asked:

Can you do one where companions with a hard core crush on Sole react to Sole walking around the Commonwealth with little to no clothing all day?

Danse:  He would try to keep his composure one the outside he would still be stone face serious but the blush spreading across his cheeks would give it away. Eventually playing the situation off as annoyance when he tells sole “Cover yourself. You don’t when we’re going to get attacked and you being exposed like that is a good way to get yourself seriously injured or dead.”

Hancock: Sole’s heard it more than once already. “Hey, Emperor. Looove the outfit.” He wouldn’t be the shy type. He’d make sure that Sole noticed him looking at them from head to toe and when Sole realized this little game has backfired their face would turn beat red and Hancock would only grin mischievously.

MacCready: The moment MacCready glanced at Sole he had to double take. “Oh, jeez..” He’d cover his face briefly as if a child was looking at something that they really weren’t suppose to be looking at. MacCready inhaled sharply before growling out. “P-Put some clothes on will ya!?” He was trying to play it off as if he was annoyed but he kept fumbling over his words.

Nick Valentine: When Nick saw Sole sturt past him in hardly anything at all he felt his body tense up for a brief moment. He knew what kind of person Sole was and decide it would be fun to play around instead of giving them too much of a reaction. When sole returned and asked Nick what he thought of their next to nothing clothes, Nick raked his yellow eyes over Sole’s body as he spoke: “Well aren’t you a free spirit.” The way that Nick looked at Sole made Sole realize that they might have made a huge mistake. Sole ended up being the one to fumble over words and blush like mad.

Curie: Of course mother Curie to the rescue! Curie would run up to sole even though she was absolutely flustered that Sole was displaying themselves like this Curie ran both her hands over sole’s biceps, up and down very quickly. “Ah, please! You’re going to catch a cold from being so exposed like zis!” Curie would eventually realize that what she was doing would look differently if someone was to catch them like this. Sole thought it was absolutely adorable and ended up resting their arms gently on Curie’s shoulder. “Maybe you can give me a physical inspection~?” Sole grinned and it ended with Curie getting flustered and ranting in French.

Deacon:  Deacon would stare intently at Sole. “Not leaving much for my imagination here.” He would try to come up with some jokes to lighten the mood even more but it was getting difficult to do because he kept his eyes on the way Sole moved and eventually he had to run off to deal with a problem of his own.

Piper: “B-Blue! Put some other clothes on! Preferably ones that c-cover more!” Piper screeched out. It wasn’t that Piper hated it, it was more of the other people staring at Sole. Piper could feel the jealousy filling in her chest. “Nevermind I will get you a blanket or something!” Piper would later explain that she felt extremely jealous that other people were staring at Sole. Sole would grin and ask Piper if she would like her own private viewing.

For @ladyofacat

“What do you mean, you’ve never had a sleepover?” Nino demanded of his friend, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning up against the locker next to Adrien’s. 

Adrien shrugged and deposited his physics book into the confines of the metal, flipping the cover of his bag closed and shifting the strap. “Exactly that; Father never let me have one because of my photo shoot schedules.”

A slow grin spread across Nino’s face as the model shut his locker and turned to face his dark skinned friend. “But your dad is out of town for the next week, right?”

Adrien frowned, puzzled, but nodded. “Yeah, why-? No. Nino, no way.”

Nino pouted and settled his hands on his hips. “Oh, come on dude! He’ll never know!”

Adrien shook his head quickly. “Not unless Nathalie or one of the staff members tells him. Which you know they will.”

The grin returned to Nino’s face and his eyes lit up. “Not if you sneak me in.”

Adrien couldn’t believe he had agreed to this. When Nino had said he was going to sneak in, Adrien thought that he had meant through the front door, NOT by climbing up the trellis outside of his windows and banging repeatedly on the glass. 

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A plaintive beep caused Poe to turn and look down. “Beebee-Ate says that you saved him.” Finn eyed the droid. “It wasn’t just me.” A slow smile spread across his face and his eyes twinkled. “Tell you all about it sometime.” “Either way, you completed my mission,” Poe gestured at their surroundings. “Beebee-Ate is here, where he was supposed to come all along. And you saved my jacket.” Finn started to slip out of it. “Oh, sorry–here.” Poe grinned anew. “No, no. Just kidding. You keep it. It suits you.”

Cursed (pt 7)

Originally posted by jinful

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 | pt 13 | pt 14

Cat!Yoongi x Reader AU

(A/n): Yoongs is completely done with my shit in that gif lmao. By the time I finally get to write I’m already half asleep fml, sorry for the delayed update, hopefully I can get Interference up tomorrow. 

Just a warning that in the upcoming 2-3 weeks I’m gonna get busy because of finals sobs, so sorry in advanced.

There’s something cute about the way Yoongi looks so happy and accomplished when you agree to be his girlfriend. He has a cheshire grin that spreads across his face as he leaps onto your lap and nudges his head against your stomach appreciatively.

There’s also something odd about how quickly his mood changes and becomes stern as he looks up at you with his eyes narrowed, round pupils now slits.

“Since you’re my girlfriend, stay away from Kim Namjoon.”

You balk at him, raising an eyebrow, “And what if I don’t, huh?”

He’s taken aback by you, provoked and irked as he glares at you, “Just stay the fuck away from him, I don’t like him being around you.. Don’t give him any funny ideas when you’re dating me, not him.”

“That won’t stop me from being friends with him though,” you point out, reaching out to pick him up. Yoongi squirms and wriggles, swiping at your arms to let him go. However, you crush him against your front, hugging him tightly despite his half-hearted pleas to let him go, “You’re so adorable as a cat, can’t you just stay like this forever?”

“Yeah and never get to touch you intimately again? Yeah no thanks,” he grumbles as your face heats up.

“That’s what you’re worried about, not being able to touch me? You’re really hurting your boyfriend points Yoongi, and I just now agreed to date you,” you pout, pushing him off your lap, but he pretty much latches his claws onto the front of your shirt.

“Oh shush–”

Yoongi is interrupted by your phone, the cellular device vibrating and ringing on the bedside table. You look at him briefly before leaning over and answering your phone.


You startle, eyes widening when you remembered that you had to message Namjoon that you were alright.

“Oh hey uh.. Namjoon,” you say, watching the confusion on your boyfriend’s face morph into irritation, a hiss slipping out of his throat as his tail puffs out. You wince as his claws pop out from in between his paws but you choose to ignore it.

“Are you okay? Do you remember anything from last night?” Namjoon’s asks on the other line, footsteps echoing in the receiver.

“Mm.. I remember drowning myself in liquor,” you laugh, catching Yoongi staring at you apprehensive and upset, “Just a slight headache, but I’m fine.” Great, you want to correct, terrific even. There’s a surge of excitement or maybe accomplishment about Yoongi asking you to be his girlfriend.

You wonder if people are supposed to act different now, or feel differently now that they’re in a relationship. Surely you’re going to have some restrictions, Yoongi already telling you to stay away from the man you’re talking to on the phone.

“Just a headache? Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I’m fine–”

“Well I don’t believe you, so why don’t you open your front door and let me in.”

You blink, dumbfounded as your doorbell sounds off and Yoongi looks as though he’s gonna murder someone, probably about ready to sink his claws into your bed and destroy the sheets. Hopefully, you think, he doesn’t think about attacking your poor friend again.

“Stay in here,” you say but he hisses at you and you give up trying to persuade him to calm down, “Fine.”

You change into more decent clothing, not caring if Yoongi watches you like a hawk, his narrowed eyes following your every move.

“Tell him to leave,” he says simply when you’re about to slip out of the room.

You give him a look before sticking out your tongue at him. Hurriedly, you meet Namjoon at the front door, his tall, lanky frame standing in the doorway with a plastic bag containing what you assume is a bottle of advil.

“Hey,” he greets meekly, entering your living space when you move aside and welcome him inside despite Yoongi’s warning. Namjoon looks around wearily, and you could guess he’s probably worried about your cat- er boyfriend. You take pity on the poor guy when he flinches the second your silvery feline leaps onto the armrest of the couch and hisses at him.

“Suga,” you say plainly, shooting him a look when he glances at you irately, “Behave.”

He can’t complain, especially since he can’t just easily speak around Namjoon in the form that he’s in at the moment. Yoongi makes a mental note to punish you later for treating him like an actual animal. He’s not even a dog for that matter and your command sounds like one for a mutt.

“I bought you some medicine,” he says cheekily, placing the bag on the couch, “I was on my way to work and you didn’t message or call yet so I was just checking up on you..”

“Thank you,” you smile, watching how his face reddens and he returns the expression with one of his own with the appearance of his dimples you’d found adorable on your blind date with him, “I’ll be sure to take some later.”

“Do you want a drink before you go to work?” you ask politely, nodding your head towards your kitchen.

He nods eagerly, “Just a glass of water please.”

Once you disappear into the kitchen, Namjoon is immediately reminded that he is not alone in the living room. The cat venomously glares at him, pupils narrowed into slits as he wearily steps away from the couch.

“You probably don’t like me, huh?” he asks awkwardly, scratching his cheek with his index finger, “You’re probably protecting her from me.”

You’re damn right, Yoongi thinks with a twitch of his mouth, curling back to show off his canines.

“You have a really pretty owner,” Namjoon sighs dreamily, looking in the direction of the kitchen, “Do you think she has a boyfriend already? I’d like to take her out again some time.”

Yes, in fact she does you doofus, his thoughts grumble, feeling his chest tighten but choosing to ignore it.

The taller leans down to regard the cat with a look of curiosity, “Perhaps you’re my rival in love, huh, I’ll tell you what, I’m sure to win over her heart.”

Yoongi feels his claws extend from his paws, a strong need to swipe the man across the face brewing inside him.

Not much competition to feel threatened, he huffs in his mind, watching as Namjoon straightens and greets you with a toothy grin. He bows slightly, blushing brightly when your fingers brush against one another as he takes the glass and eagerly gulps down the clear liquid.

When Namjoon finally leaves for work, you collapse against the sofa with an exhale of relief. Staying in that position for a brief moment, you sit up straight and turn to glance suspiciously at Yoongi. The feline stares at you, unblinking as he stretches his limbs across the top of the couch.

“Did you do anything to him while I was in the kitchen?” you ask cautiously, squinting your eyes at him.

“Why do you think I did something, maybe he did something,” he protests, pushing himself up to sit back on his hind legs and cross his front legs over his chest. It’s odd and looks like something out of a cartoon, but you find it cute as he fumes about your suspicion.

“He was just going on about how pretty you were–”

“How about you Yoongi, do you think I’m pretty?” you blurt out, holding your breath when he halts and looks at you carefully. He’s always called you cute, but you wonder if he actually thinks you’re pretty or something.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes, cat eyes arching adorably and ears folding over, “Any man could tell from afar, that’s why you need to stay the fuck away from him.”

“Afraid he’ll steal me away from you?” you tease, wiggling an eyebrow at him.

He stares at you blankly, silent before he hops down from the couch and starts sauntering back to your bedroom.

“Yes, of course I am.”

You blink, jaw slackened before you regain your senses again and follow after him, “W-wait really?!”


Later on you place a gentle kiss on Yoongi’s nose before you leave for work. Although he doesn’t let you leave until you promise him to come home on time and not with another man, especially Kim Namjoon, you tell him no promises but you reassure him that you’d come back on time unlike last night.

You wonder, on your commute to work, what Yoongi does all this time while you’re away at work. Especially since he’s not a normal cat and a human in a cat’s body. You can guess he’d probably nap all day, snuggled up in your bed sheets.


You blush, the blood quickly rushing to your face and ears at the thought of you and Yoongi’s little make out session in bed that morning. You bury your face into your palms, embarrassed, completely ignoring the weird looks other commuters shoot at you when you whine.

When you look up, people are casting you side glances, and you turn around quickly to face the window. Why are you so embarrassing, you cry in your mind, quietly tapping your head with your fist.

You sigh, letting your fingers brush over your lower lip. Your tongue runs over the slightly chapped flesh, remembering the consuming heat that engulfed you when he merely pressed his lips against yours. Fuck, his tongue, oh god his tongue, the wet muscle lapping and dipping into your mouth.

You’ve never kissed anyone before in such a way, you never kissed in general up until Yoongi came into your life. How erotic, the way he nibbled and sucked at your lower lip until he was satisfied with how swollen they were.

Fuck, and the feather-like kisses on your neck, you just want him to ravish you– oh.

You blink as you pretty much get nudged in the side, barely knocking you off your feet. When you look over to apologize to the other, you’re surprised by the scarlet lips that greet you.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” the woman says, her voice enchanting, a low sultry whisper that you’d think could seduce any man.

You smile, shaking off your thoughts of Yoongi and bowing your head at the woman. This was she, the one Yoongi claimed to be his classmate, you thought you’d seen her at the bar the other day with Namjoon, but here she is.

When you get off the bus, you walk towards your building, the bus already long gone and no one else having gotten off with you. Maybe you didn’t see her get off, but she’s somehow right beside you and stopping you from going further with a well manicured hand resting on your shoulder.

It hurts, you think in surprise, the weight of her hand on your shoulder feeling like a ton of bricks lined with needles.

Her lips curl back to display her pearly whites, dark eyes watching you with a tilt of her head. Her tresses are dark and silky, and just like that day you first saw her, she’s wearing an all-black outfit.

“U-um.. can I help you?” You ask wearily, questioning the sick feeling that brews inside your middle.

She lets go and you feel weightless again, no weight bearing down on you.

“You’re that girl that was with Yoongi the other day, right?” she smiles, but the expression doesn’t reach her eyes, her dark orbs are mysterious and cold, “I’m Jinri by the way, are you perhaps his new side bitch?”

You blink, wondering how she could just say that with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.

“Uh yeah.. I’m his girlfriend…” you say awkwardly, peeved that she called you a side bitch, “You’re his classmate from high school right?”

Jinri looks at you with an unreadable expression, frowning before she grins and laughs heartily, “Is that what Yoongi told you, that I was just his classmate? Sorry honey, but I’m his ex-girlfriend.”

You shouldn’t be surprised, someone like Yoongi is capable of having any woman he likes. You shouldn’t be surprised, this woman was gorgeous in contrast to you, and plus, she seemed really close to him the first time you’d seen her at the park.

When she leaves with a bubbly good bye, you’re left sitting at your desk that day, dejected and blank.

She’s his ex, you repeat in your mind like a broken record. It’s not the fact that she and Yoongi used to date that shocked you.

It was the revelation that Min Yoongi lied to you.


“Are you done yet?” Dean asked in an exasperated voice tone. He looked at you and then at James, the guy you’ve been talking with for the past two hours. Or well, more like flirting.

“Uh yeah, just a minute” James answered instead of you and Dean made a face, then glared at him. Or more like his back. James had turned to write his number on a small paper. He turned to you and handed it with a big grin.

“Hope I hear from you soon, beautiful” he said and kissed your cheek. HE got up and made his way out of the bar, not forgetting to wave at you.

You waved back at him with a huge smile and then looked down at the small paper with the number and his name written on it. You bit your lips to keep the big smile from spreading again, in vain though.

“You’re kidding me, right?!” Dean’s voice broke your trail of thoughts and made you look at him.

“Huh?” you only asked and he rolled his eyes.

“You can’t be serious, right now! You’re really considering calling him?!” he asked with wide eyes.

“Uh, yeah yeah. I think so” you said with a little shrug.

“Seriously?!” he asked again and you frowned at his reaction.

“Yeah, why? He is smart, funny, charming, cute and let’s not forget freaking hot!” you said with a big smile.

Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes “You call that hot?” 

“Yeah, I actually do. Why, you have a different opinion?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, you could do a lot better than that. And he definitely ain’t that hot. I mean, if you’re looking for someone actually hot to flirt with then, well, you know you could try with… me ” he said trying to act normal.

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, trying to understand what was actually going on until it all clicked.

“Oh my gosh” you exclaimed and the started laughing. You put a hand in front of your mouth to stifle your laughter in vain, though.

“Why are you laughing?” Dean asked with a frown and a small pout.

“You- you’re jealous! You’re actually jealous of him!” you exclaimed, still laughing.

Dean’s eyes widened a while but then he tried to brush it off as nothing “Wh-what? N-no, of course not! How did you even think of it? You saw that guy, why in hell would I be jealous of someone like him?” he laughed nervously and tried to avoid eye contact with you.

“I really have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/n)” he said with another nervous laugh, but then pursed his lips and looked away from you.

“Oh Winchester, I never thought you felt that way about me. But really, there is no need to be jealous of him. I definitely think you are much hotter” you winked at him and got off your seat making your way out of the bar.

It took Dean a while to process what you had actually said “Wh-what?”

[Request by Anon]


Hi guys! So this is my first shot ever at writing fanfiction. I’ve been reading a ton of ML fanfics (just finished reading rainy days by TheLastPilot) And I just had to contribute! This one is really vague and short, so I hope it’s not terrible. If you guys like it I might write another someday for fun ^_^ 

Update: my latest attempt at a reveal fic here


Marinette didn’t plan for it to happen this way. As she stood untransformed opposite an equally shocked Chat, her mind raced to catch up to her mouth to say something— an excuse, an explanation, anything to wipe off that smug grin spreading across his perfect face.


“I- I- Chat, you— you can’t see me like this!”

“It was you, all along!”

The smile had spread into his whole body now, a look of joy radiating from every bit of his person.

“I can’t believe it! This is amazing!”

“Uh— “

Without any warning, Chat swooped in and hugged her, lingering only for a moment before pulling back to look at her bewildered face, placing his hands hands reassuringly on her shoulders.

“Chat, this wasn’t— you can’t—I—“

“Well, My Lady, I suppose it’s my turn.”

“N-no— Chat you can’t!”

“Why not? It’s not fair to you, I have to.”


“Plagg, detransform!”

Marinette squeezed her eyes shut as a flash of green engulfed her partner, afraid to open them again when it subsided.


Marinette slowly opened one eye, and not believing what it took in, opened the other to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.

“Adrien?!?” she said, her voice betraying her disbelief. He laughed softly at her bewildered expression, wondering if his face was as red as hers.

“E-ever at your service, My Lady.” he said, his voice suddenly shy with the absence of the mask.

“you— you—“ she stammered, still trying to take it in, her mind racing to make sense of a million conflicting emotions welling up inside her.

“Weren’t expecting me?” he laughed, his tone revealing a little too easily how unsure he felt.

“What?! No—I-NO!I-I just— I can’t believe it’s you, I— I never thought it could be you“ she said, the words coming out faster than she had meant them to, “I— I wanted it to be you.” she said, her voice suddenly soft. She stared at him for a moment dazed before realizing what she had said. “I- I mean I— you’re—“  Before she could stutter out another embarrassing sentence, Adrien was close again, hugging her with a warmth that eased her nervousness and filled her with calm.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Marinette.” he said softly, burying his face in her hair.

“I’m glad it’s you, too, Adrien.” she said as she returned the embrace, listening to the soft beat of his heart, finding solace in the rhythm. They stood there letting their minds race, content to just be close, soaking in the warmth of each other’s presence for what seemed like ages.  

“I love you.”

The words came spilling out of her mouth before she could stop to think. Marinette froze when she realized that she had said them out loud. The silence that followed shot a jolt of fear through her, realizing that Adrien might not feel the same way towards Marinette as he did towards Ladybug. what have I done? what if he doesn’t like me like that after all?  Before she could tear down what was left of her confidence, Adrien’s hand moved to her cheek as he pulled back to meet her gaze. Were those tears?  His face was so full of emotion she could barely handle it. what did I do?

“Adrien?” she asked, concern spreading across her face as her doubts threatened to crush her.

“I—“ his voice cracked softly as he struggled to get out the words he had wanted to say to her since the moment he set eyes on her.

“I love you too, Marinette.” he said, tears threatening to spill onto his smiling face. “I love you so much.”

The sequel that no one asked for:

All of a sudden, the lump in Marinette’s throat dissolved into a laugh as relief flooded through her body, washing away the doubts that had almost destroyed her. This time, she pulled him close, burying her face in his chest, staining his shirt with the happy tears that had begun to fall from her eyes. Adrien curled in to her embrace, holding her tight to his chest as their nervousness dissipated in waves of soft giggles. Adrien’s hand moved again to her cheek, bringing her lips up meet his to kiss away whatever doubts she had left in her mind. They held each other, pouring into each kiss all of the passion and love they had stored up for so long in their hearts for the other. Little by little, they eventually untangled themselves, smiles immovably upon their lips as Adrien rested his forehead on hers, appreciating the deep blush blooming on the cheeks of his Lady and losing himself in the sea of the eyes of his Princess. 

Marinette’s heart pounded in her chest, fast and light as those summery eyes left her breathless in the best way possible. 

“So… I guess this means we’re together now, huh?” Adrien laughed softly, running his thumb across her cheek as he gently kissed her forehead.

“Until the end, mon Chaton.”


Thanks so much for reading! 

NSFW I had sex with my teacher.

After picking her son up from school one day, the mother asks him what he did at school. The kid replies, “I had sex with my teacher.” She gets so mad that when they get home, she orders him to go straight to his room. When the father returns home that evening, the mother angrily tells him the news of what their son had done. As the father hears the news, a huge grin spreads across his face. He walks to his son’s room and asks him what happened at school, the son tells him, “I had sex with my teacher.” The father tells the boy that he is so proud of him, and he is going to reward him with the bike he has been asking for. On the way to the store, the dad asks his son if he would like to ride his new bike home. His son responds, “No thanks Dad, my butt still hurts.”

anonymous asked:


“We have to pretend to be married.”

Miranda’s hands shook as her boyfriend pulled into his mom’s driveway and shut the engine off. Turning to face her, he let out an exasperated sigh.

“Hey, it’ll be okay! She loves you.”

Miranda managed a small smile as her boyfriend patted her thigh and took his keys out.

“I guess it’s time” she said to herself quietly as Anderson opened her side of the truck and she struggled out, the extra weight not helping the situation.

As Anderson rang the bell and they could hear his mother’s footsteps draw closer to the door, he turned to face his girlfriend.

“By the way…we have to pretend to be married.”

Miranda barely had time to react as her boyfriend’s mom opened the door and greeted them with a massive grin spread across her face.

“How’s my favorite couple?? …and grandbaby!”

Miranda awkwardly smiled, still not 100% sure what her boyfriend meant but she’d go along with it anyway.

As she was lead into her boyfriend’s childhood home, she took a seat on her future mother-in-law’s couch and began to relax as her weight sank into the furnishing, taking some built-up pressure off her back. She smiled as her boyfriend came in and handed her a glass of apple juice; her most recent craving.

“So……” Anderson’s mother began. “How was the wedding? As beautiful as my boy says it was?”

Miranda tried her best to look inconspicuous, pretend she at least knew about this non-existent wedding for longer than two minutes.

“At least your bump was a lot smaller two months ago, huh? Not that you wouldn’t be beautiful walking down the aisle now but…”

Anderson cut his mom off before she got herself into an awkward situation and grabbed his pregnant girlfriend’s swollen hand…who was clearly growing more and more confused by the second.

“It was beautiful” Miranda smiled, not quite sure how else to elaborate.

“I told you mom, it was a small ceremony in a Texan church in the middle of nowhere. Miranda’s parents weren’t there either. Just us and a few friends.”

“Your poor parents, dear!! Were they just as upset as I was? My only son getting married and I couldn’t even be there to see it…”

“They were just fine.” Miranda almost laughed, at least that wasn’t a lie - her parents were ‘just fine’ since they didn’t know of nor attend this mystery wedding.

As her boyfriend’s mom left to go answer her phone, Miranda turned to him, clearly confused, one hand on her five-month-pregnant bump and her other hand reaching for his.

“You’ve got a minute…I think you have some explaining to do.”

She giggled, making Anderson feel a little relieved that he wasn’t in the doghouse for this one.

“Well…when I told her you were pregnant” he whispered so his mom couldn’t hear him in the other room. “She asked when the wedding was and I didn’t want her giving us shit about having to get married immediately and having to set a date and a place and a minister…so I just kinda lied…”

Miranda covered her mouth with her hand, trying her absolute best to keep her laughter inaudible.

When his mom came prancing back into the room, asking more questions about their wedding before she even had the chance to sit down, Miranda smirked and tapped her ‘husband’s’ knee.

“I’m gonna have fun with this!” she whispered.

VIXX Reaction: When they realise they have fallen in love with you

Thank you to @exodarkwolf16 for the request! I love this one omg I’m going to cry from the cuteness.


He would be a little stunned. As he watched you, he would slowly realise, that everything you did and said, every single little thing, he loved everything about you. After getting over his overwhelming shock, a grin would slowly spread on his face. Straight away, he would go up to you and wrap his arms around you, spinning you around while laughing. He would be so happy, he probably wouldn’t be able to speak, he would just smile like an idiot.

Originally posted by yuu-jin


He would not know how to react at all. He would just an overwhelming urge to come up to you and hug and kiss you but he would be way too shy to do that. He would probably panic a little, not knowing what to do with these new, strong feelings. He would probably appear really shocked, a slight blush on his cheeks as he stared at you in awe, wondering how it was possible for one person to make him feel this way.

Originally posted by yuu-jin


He would instantly become really excited and giddy. He would love feeling the way he did, and once he realised it was you that made him feel that way, he would never be away from you. He would be super nice and lovely towards you, but like more than usual, and he would be super sweet. You would ask him what was wrong and he would just smile at you warmly and say ‘nothing. nothing is wrong at all.’

Originally posted by kong-tv


I really imagine Ravi to get a little emotional with his happiness. Like, he would just be looking at you and admiring you, when all of a sudden he realised how strong his feelings were getting until he couldn’t handle it and they really overwhelmed him. Knowing that he was close to you and that you would really ill him with love. He would start tearing up but he would quickly hide it, putting on a smile for you. He didn’t want you to worry, he would just want to spend time with you.

Originally posted by wonsiks-hamster-taek


He would get incredibly excited. He wouldn’t be able to suppress that award-winning smile as he looked at you, loving everything about the way you moved and spoke. He would let you know, too, everything you did e would just tell you that he loved the way you did it. I can see Hongbin as the type of person to sheepishly admit that he’s in love with you as soon as he realises. Although he is shy, he would want you to know, and he would just want to continue spending time with you, whether you felt the same or not. He would never want to lose you and his happiness when you’re there.

Originally posted by saeno-e


This boy would not hesitate for a moment. After getting over the sudden shock of realising his feelings, he would go straight up to you, turning you away from whatever you were doing and leaning over to take the back of your neck in his hand, pulling you forward into a kiss. After breaking it, he would stand back with a sheepish smile, apologising for his actions but admitting that he couldn’t resist. He would tell you about his feeling right away, if you hadn’t guessed already, and he would really hope you felt the same, because he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

Originally posted by nomoeme

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imagine being one of the few people who can make calum laugh wholeheartedly - and often - no matter his mood. you’d make a dumb joke, one that was absolutely ridiculous, and he’d stare at you, trying to keep a straight face, but your laughter was his favourite thing in the entire world, and the way you cracked up at yourself was so endearing that he’d find himself unable to keep it in after a few moments, his mouth spreading into a huge grin, head tilted back as he laughed with you. you’d trip over your own feet (you were as clumsy as a giraffe), you’d dance to hip hop in the kitchen in your fluffy onesie, you’d imitate the boys behind their backs (your Luke voice and Ashton laugh were especially impressive). and you - you’d never feel as happy as you did when your usually calm, collected, muted-laughter boyfriend was laughing this hard because of you