Warnings: Jared’s a super huge fluffy teddy bear so none J
Request by @letsdisneythings said: Hi I was wondering if you
could write something for me? I was wondering if you could write something
where the reader is in her mid twenties, hasn’t dated before. And that the
physical part of relationships makes her anxious? And Jared tells her he’s fine
with going at whatever pace she’s comfortable with?
your purse and quickly checking yourself in the mirror you took a breath and
answer the door.
“Hi I-wow,” Jared freaking Padalecki is standing at your
door. Your girlfriend had been right after all, you really wouldn’t mind who
she set you up with! “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you.”
“Oh crap do I have the wrong night?!” Jared suddenly looks a
“No, no! My friend, Emma, she just didn’t tell me who she
was setting me up with and I literally just shut off my TV with your face
frozen on my Netflix.” Your eyes went wide and you blushed hard, “but not in a
creepy way! That’s just how it happened! And oh god, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Jared laughed, “You’re totally
fine. I haven’t been on a date in ages so I’m super nervous too.”
Giving him a grateful smile you pulled the door shut. Well I haven’t dated ever, so this should go
Seungcheol- Definitely the type to grip at your hips and pull you forward as your rode his thigh. Would be just as much of a treat for him as it was for you; he’d be leaning back against the couch, biting his bottom lip as he watched you.
Jeonghan- Would probably tap your ass and tell you to ride faster. Would flex his thigh muscles and smirk at the expressions you made. It wouldn’t be the full package without him leaning forward and making out with you + a few hickies. Would completely egg you on, telling you to ride him faster.
Request: *Anon* You want requests? How about the cutest thing in the world, aka a Daveed fic, where the reader is best friends with Oak and they introduce her to Daveed. Daveed doesn’t seem to like Y/N, but actually has a major crush on them and gets her number from oak. They start to talk and Daveed is a smol shy bab! @fightmeatweedhawken would appreciate this, tag her if you write it.
Your phone chimes in your jacket pocket as you leave your apartment. You pull it out and see immediately that the text is from your friend Oak.
Oak: 8:12 am- Are you still meeting up with Daveed and I today?
You immediately respond to your friend.
You: 8:12 am- Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
INTJ/INFJ: *buys expensive shit* I don’t like cheap stuff! I’m a man of QUALITY! Money is no object for me!!! *throws money at ppl face*
INFP/ISFP: *moves & reorganizes furniture* *cleans house* *orders people around* *put things in order* I am such an ORGANIZED PERSON, I have TOTAL CONTROL over PHYSICAL REALITY!!!
INTP/ISTP: *injects emotion* GOD! I need human interaction. I will literally accept every invitation to hangout with ppl. I’m FUN & INTERESTING right?! They’re gonna like me right? Right? RIGHT???
ISTJ/ISFJ: *maximum paranoid mode: ON* Idk why people doesn’t realize that earth is a totally dangerous place to live on. We could literally die every time we step out of the house. There are Tsunamis & Tornadoes & Volcanoes everywhere! Tbh, this might just be my last day on earth.
ENTP/ENFP: *turns into an introvert* Ugh, my life is such a mess! I should get my shit together. I should probably take care of my body too, I’ve been feeling unfit lately. Maybe I should try that weird diet and go to the gym. ENFJ/ESFJ: Need. More. BOOKS. I WILL READ EVERYTHING and get to the bottom of this shit!!! I WILL SOLVE THIS!!! ENTJ/ESTJ: I’ve done EVERYTHING in my power and you people are taking me for granted! You guys are just using me! I have feeling too, you know!? *cries* DON’T TOUCH ME!!!
ESTP/ESFP: If my prediction is correct, my future will be shit. I don’t see this shit coming and I’m not prepared. There are like 99 shits that could go wrong and there’s nothing I can do. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Can you write a fic, or short story, or oneshot, or anything like that about a sick scenario? Like, Dennis being sick and Mac taking care of him? Or the other way around. Sick or anything with like vulnerability? (Also the way you describe sounds in your work is great I love it a lot so maybe stuff like that?) if you don't want to that's totally okay I understand. Thank you! xo
Thank you so much! This is one of my favorite asks I’ve gotten and I loved writing it! Set while Mac and Dennis are still living together, maybe around season 5. Enjoy some very sick Mac and very caring Dennis!
Can you please write a Miles Wood imagine of he and y/n are always together and
all his teammates start chirping him about and they tell him that he wouldn’t
be able to last a whole day without her so he makes a bet with them so Miles
goes with the guys while y/n is with the girls and they aren’t even allowed to
mention each other’s names but they fail in the first 10 minutes lol thanks!
Um, I have a request for a one-shot on your Draco book, if it’s
ok. Maybe a deaf reader and she only speaks sign language, so Draco
learns it to be able to talk to her, or she teaches him? - KaylaBignall
( This story is a lot like the last about the mute reader so excuse any reoccurring ideas in this one.)
(Author’s Note: I appreciate all the requests but I ’m starting
to stress a bit. I will do all the requests I have gotten up until now
but I wont take any more that come after this chapter until I’m done
with the one’s I’ve got. Anyway I love writing these but I’ve just got
way to many to write and I can’t write all the time anyway.)
(I just realised that I’m such a mess haha)
She is sitting at the back of the library again, a textbook open in
front of her, her eyes skimming the contents of the page. Sun is pouring
in from the nearby window, highlighting once again, just how pretty she
I sigh quite loudly, questioning whether I should go talk to her but
instantly realising I can’t, because her world is silent and my words
can’t reach her, because (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was unlucky enough to lose her
hearing to a curse, a curse that was fired by a deatheater, whoeven after, the dark lord’s retreat into hiding, continued to force his ideas onto society.
As all this courses through my mind, I fail to remember that I’m stood in the middle of the entrance to the library.
“Do you plan to stand there all day, Malfoy?”
“Shut up, Granger,” I snap back, grudgingly shuffling out of the
girls way, but before she scurries away I remember. “Wait, Granger, you
know sign, right?”
“What’s it to you?” She grunts and I sigh.
“Can you teach me?"I ask, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Why do you want to learn sign language,"She scoffs, my eyes drift to (Y/N) again,and her eyes widen into a look of shock. ”No way! Not happening, Malfoy! (Y/N) is a dear friend, I’m not setting her up with the likes of… you.You’ll just hurt her, no way!“
"I won’t hurt her!,"I hiss loudly , making people turn and stare.
"Listen, I like her,” I say in a whisper and she scoffs again.
“Have you even had a conversation with her?”
“ Why do you think I want to learn sign?” I snap and she rolls her eyes.
“Please, I promise never to hurt her, I just want to be able to talk to her,” I plead and she sighs.
“Did you just say please?” She asks in surprise “I’ve never heard you say that before,”
“Please?"I ask again and she scrunches her face up before sighing and nodding.
"Fine, but only if you’re not an arse to me and don’t lead (Y/N) on,”
“I’m going to have to get used to these manners,"She mumbles before
beginning to walk away. "Meet me here after dinner, don’t be late,
I can’t help but grin, knowing I am going to be able to speak to (Y/N).
As I start learning sign I slowly begin to talk to (Y/N). Just a
simple “How are you?” or a comment on the weather or such during class.
Along with lessons with Granger, I’ve picked up a few books on sign and
my vocabulary is almost good enough to hold a conversation.
Today I am walking to potions with (Y/N), chatting happily.
“I can’t stand Snape sometimes,” I sign and she nods with a smirk.
“He can be very annoying,”She signs and I laugh.
“I heard that Umbridge is going to come in and check out his class today,” I sign, making a tiny mistake but she snorts.
“This will be fun,” She signs with a smirk before we walk into the classroom.
The lady in pink stands with Snape, holding herself with undeserving pride and a friendly mask that is beginning to fallto pieces as she waits for the class to calm down until her lips fall into a frown.
“Professor Umbridge will be joining the lesson today…"Snape says flatly, I turn to (Y/N) and give a smirk which she returns with a grin.
During the little exchange I notice something new, my heart beating faster than normal and realisation strikes me on why and for the first time, I feel a slight blush rise to my cheeks and I quickly whip my gaze away from (Y/N) who frowns at this.
I’ve realised I’m in love with (Y/N) and now I can’t have conversation with her without blushing a tomato-red colour when she smiles or laughs. It’s infuriating to be in such a state because of a girl that doesn’t like me back , it’s pathetic. It’s also pretty hard to sign when I’m a flustered mess.
As I take a seat next to Granger for another lesson, I sigh before resting my head on the table.
"Wow, what’s wrong with you?” Granger asks and I grunt.
“Nothing, I’m great,"I say sarcastically.
"Well someones in a tremendous mood,”
“Has this got something to do with the fact that you have fallen deeply in love with (Y/N) and now you are a total mess?"She smirks and for a second I think about denying it but I just nod.
“Well why are you moping and not telling her how you feel?”
“Because she doesn’t like me back, Granger, okay?” I snap and she roles her eyes
“Ugh, do all boys have to be so incredibly thick or are they all just blind. (Y/N) likes you too, idiot,” She sighs and I lift my head of the table suddenly.
“How do you know?”
“I have working eyes,”
“Are you sure?” I ask a little bit frantic to know.
“Yes, now (Y/N) should be leaving dinner about now so I suggest you make haste,” She smirks
I stand up quickly and begin to trot to the door but before leaving I turn round.
“Thanks, Granger, for all of this,”
“For goodness sake,Malfoy, go get her!"She snaps and I smirk before running out of the Library
I find (Y/N) walking along the corridors on her way to her dorm. I run towards her, grabbing her hand before coming to a halt, out of breath and panting.
"Draco, what’s wrong?” She signs with a concerned expression.
“Nothing, I just need to get something off my chest,” I sign, regaining my composure and standing up straight.
“What is it?”
I hesitate before I decide just to come out with it.
“I love you.”I sign and her eyes widen “I have for quite a while now.”
(Y/N) is completely still for a second and I start to panic.
“It’s fine if you don’t like me back, it’s fine,” I sign frantically but she comes closer.
lifts a hand to my cheek before leaning in. When her lips touch mine
it’s like nothing else matters except (Y/N) and I, kissing in the empty
corridor. Even though (Y/N)’s world is silent her actions seem louder
(Author Note: Okay I read this back and felt like throwing up over cheesiness so I apologise for that, this is pretty half assed but I have serious writers block plus my heating has broken so I’m a literal ice pole right now. Anyway my general opinion on this chapter is just"oops". Sorry )
A/N: Mystic Messenger (Zen/MC) - 12. “We’ve been apart too long.” + Mystic Messenger (Jumin/MC) - 24. “I’m sorry, are we 12 now?” –both from the same anon, so rather than writing two separate stories I kinda made them….OT3?;) Luckylucky MC….
Summary: MC/reader gets home after a short business trip and is welcomed by these two lovely boyfriends!
(this is my first time writing a OT3 in reader- style lolol this was fun!)
Word Count: 1960
Tinkle - rattle - jingle. Ugh you really needed to do something about this insane bunch of keys. You sighed as you struggled with the rattling silver mess. The luxury of your lifestyle was totally showing here. Not this one (Jumin’s penthouse), also not this one (your own)…
After accidentally sticking the key of Rika’s apartment where it did not fit, and after gazing longingly at the key of Jumin’s vacation home, you finally found the one of Zen’s home and succeeded in entering the house.
“I’m home,” you announced, dropping your bags and quickly fixing your hair nervously, never enough prepared to meet your perfect boyfriends.
“You’re back!” Zen sounded as desperate as you thought he would, and you spread your arms in preparation before the guy came rushing around the corner. He wrapped you in his arms, picked you up and twirled you around.
“Guys keep it – !” Jumin came rushing into the hallway after Zen, trying to calm him down and prevent him from having you two knock over some of Zen’s own property.
“Darling, my angel. We’ve been apart too long.” Zen put you back down again and kissed your forehead. You giggled at his overly-acted lines, but still, you knew he was genuine as well and that’s what you really liked about him.
“Welcome home.” Jumin casually grabbed your hand, stole you from Zen and gave you a gentle, more calm but firm hug. And this was what you liked about Jumin.
“I’m home,” you said with a smile, inhaling the scent of Jumin’s aftershave. Zen did not agree though and wrestled himself in between you two like an attention craving puppy.
“Zen. I’m sorry, are we 12 now?” Jumin complained when Zen - after pressing himself in between your bodies - stood up straight so he formed a wall that separated you from Jumin.
“No, I just missed our precious!” Zen whined, and he had managed to steal you back now and he resumed his cuddly hug that Jumin interrupted earlier. You giggled and allowed him to, but then heard the annoyed sigh coming from Jumin.
“Missed? I’m sorry but you’ve been busy with work all week. With that silly role,” Jumin mocked. Zen now let go of you so he could turn around, and he crossed his arms and held his chin high.
“Yeah? What about you then? Did you even care our beloved and us were seven seas apart for a whole week?” Zen argued. You tried to pull his sleeve and correct Mr. Drama you were only in Japan for three days for work, but Zen and Jumin were totally into it now.
03 critics: ed and al are way too emotional and annoying in the first anime. at least they’re mature in bh
me, transforming into the actual saltmaster i am: okay so you prefer emotionless, walking tropes who never react realistically to traumatic situations nor change all that much as they age over two massively in depth characters who not only act their age, but undergo such intense character development so that they both end the series totally different than how they started that’s cool.
rival competitive chorus conductor au + "last year i made a bet with you that my students would beat yours in the rankings this year i didn't think you'd actually REMEMBER fuck you won" 😇
Okay, so sadly there is minimal smut here. I WAS TRYING TO KEEP IN MINI. I will do better with the others!
Good Old Fashioned Rivalry
Her phone buzzes on her coffee table and Caroline glares at
it resentfully. She’s got a pretty good idea who’s texting her. She’d turned
down Kat’s offer to go out and drown her post-loss sorrows and Bon’s out of
town. Few of her other acquaintances would reach out this time on a Friday
Ugh, couldn’t he have at least waited a day?
Let her lick her wounds in peace? She’d been so sure her programme was a
winner, had drilled the kids mercilessly for weeks. It had paid off and they’re performance had been nearly flawless, and
so pleased with themselves. To lose by a measly tenth of a point had been
heartbreaking and Caroline was already planning to bring ‘Cheer up, you’re
awesome’ cupcakes on Monday and let them go wild at rehearsal, high on sugar
and songs from Disney scores.
They deserved a break though apparently she didn’t merit one.
Why had she
made that stupid bet? And why couldn’t the drinks they’d shared afterwards have
worked their magic and made him forget it? If only they’d had a few more.
Caroline certainly wished she could forget those minutes she’d spent on his lap
in the back of that cab they’d shared. Remembering had proven to be a curse
over the last few months.
She’d replayed it in her mind way too often.
She told herself she wasn’t disappointed that things had ended prematurely that
night, before things could get all that interesting or irrevocable. Klaus’ hands
had lingered on her thighs, just brushing her panties instead of slipping
underneath, a frustrating tease that had had her panting into his mouth. The
driver had interrupted them, screeching to a stop and barking out a demand for
payment. It was for the best, Caroline had told herself, as she’d straightened
her skirt and scurried inside with a hasty goodnight tossed over her shoulder. She’d
found herself watching his hands at competitions, instead of doing her job and paying
attention to his choir, too often as it was. If they’d gone further? She’d
never be able to keep her composure in his presence and it would be a disaster.