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Dinner Date - Justin Bieber imagine

Request: ‘Imagine about me and Justin are at dinner with my family and he’s teasing me (but pls make it pg-13 😂) and after dinner we go to the bedroom to ya know ;) but before we get too far, my sister walks in and then however you would like to end it?! Please. Gracias! ❣️❣️❣️

Warnings: keeping things pg-13 you little hornballs ;))))


{Y/N} POV

“Justin! Let’s go or we’re going to be late,” I yelled up the staircase to Justin. We were supposed to leave the house ten minutes ago and now, it’s been thirty minutes.

“I’m coming!” He replied.

“Well stop coming and bring your ass downstairs,” I said. I walked into the downstairs bathroom to check myself in the mirror. While doing so, I heard Justin yelling back that’s what she said, to me. Justin and his immaturity was beyond me. I heard his footsteps descending down the stairs and stepped out the bathroom to make sure he actually got ready.

“Told you I was coming,” he stuck his tongue out at me as if he was a small child who got his way. I rolled my eyes and brushed past him to slip on my shoes. Justin did the same and we were out the house, now thirty-five minutes late. My parents are going to kill me.


“It’s about damn time you two showed up. It was getting awkward sitting and waiting,” my sister said, yanking us into the house. Justin closed the door behind us and my sister announced that we finally made it. My parents got up from the table, hugging me, then Justin. We sat down and the conversation commenced. 

“What took you two so long?” My mom questioned, stuffing her face with her home made chicken casserole.

“Justin took ages to get ready when all he had to really throw on was a nice shirt and pants,” I shrugged my shoulders. She was probably expecting me to say that I was holding everything up, but she stood corrected.

“Oh,” She nervously nodded his head. “Well, a boy as handsome as he is needs all the time in the world. Isn’t that right Justin?”

“Of course! I’m so sorry I held dinner up.” He replied as if he was sincerely sorry. Justin had a thing for being late to wherever he went. Hell, he might even be late to his own funeral!


Dinner went on as I had planned. Us being late wasn’t something of big talk. Everyone mostly wanted to know about how Justin and I were doing. I had to be as honest as possible or else my parents would keep on pestering until they got the truth out of me. Every so often, I would feel Justin’s hand brush past my thigh and I would swat his hand away because I didn’t know what kind of stunt he was going to pull. 

“So you two planning on having kids anytime soon? I really want to be a grandmother!” My mom questioned, looking at us. 

“I-”

Justin cut me off before I could even get a full sentence out. “We have been thinking about. It’ll happen rather soon.” Justin rested his hand on my upper thigh and as if on instinct, I kicked him in his shin. In reaction, his knee hit the table causing the utensils and food on the table to shake. 

“Oh dear, Justin my love, are you okay?” I asked, as if I didn’t just kick him. He glared at me and smiled weakly, nodding his head. I continued eating my food because at the rate everything was going, I was going to lose my appetite. 


After dinner, I went upstairs, without Justin so I could look at my old bedroom. My parents didn’t change much with it, which I was very content with. I heard the door open behind me and didn’t have much time to see who it was because a pair of lips were locked on mine. I was hesitant because I was caught off guard but, I went with it when I figured who it was.

I broke the kiss and looked at Justin. “Never pull shit like that again at the dinner table.” I hopped into his lap and we went straight back into our make-out session. I was too caught up in what we were doing to hear the door open again. I froze when I heard a blood curdling scream.

“My eyes!” My sister screamed aloud. I jumped out of Justin’s lap onto the floor. I collected myself and walked over to my sister, who was covering her eyes.

“Jesus Christ, {Y/S/N}. What is wrong with you?” I asked, yanking her hand from her eyes.

“What’s wrong with you? You two were about to-,” she paused, “You know, in mom and dad’s house. Have you lost your mind!”

“If you don’t stop screaming {Y/S/N}.” I responded, rolling my eyes. “It wasn’t what it looked like. There was just something in Justin’s eye.”

“I’m not stupid.”

My mom came running up the stairs, wanting to know what happened.

“Oh my god, mom, you missed this huge spider crawling on the wall. Luckily, Justin was up here and killed it.” My sister was covering for me. That was a first for someone like her. 

“Lord have mercy! {Y/S/N}, I thought you got hurt!” My mom replied. “If that’s all, Justin do you mind helping me downstairs? With the dishes?”

“Not at all Ms. {Y/L/N}. I’ll be going then, see you later {Y/N} and {Y/S/N}. Justin walked down the stairs with my mother, leaving just my sister and I.

“You’re welcome!” She sent me a cheeky smile. She followed behind everyone else, going downstairs. After that shenanigan, I didn’t want to face the entire family right now. I went back to my old room and threw myself on my bed face down, groaning into the pillow. What a night.

Roast (Namjoon x Reader)

You’re single, studious, and savage.

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a College!AU where you meet Namjoon at the library and become study buddies?

Fluff + comedy, 3.5k words, namjoon/reader, college au


“You need to find a boyfriend,” Hoseok says, shifting on your bed. “You gotta get some.”

You don’t pause in your typing; although the paper isn’t due for another week, you plan to spend most of your time studying for your math class, so you really need to hurry and get the assignment out of the way first. Plus, you’re nearly finished with it. “I don’t need one, Hoseok,” you reply, scooting your chair closer to the computer. “We’ve already been over this multiple times.”

“Well too bad. I think you do, so I just arranged a blind date with you and one of my other friends. He’s a nice guy.”

You immediately spin your chair to face him. “What?”

“His name’s Namjoon, by the way,” Hoseok says nonchalantly. He sounds especially carefree for someone who is about to get murdered in roughly five seconds. Maybe ten. You wonder how long it would take for you to strangle him to death.

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Gotham s3e22 - HeavyDirtySoul

As I watched it, and some random observations here and there.

Previously on Gotham.

We don’t get one because it was like two minutes ago.

As always, long post will be long - monstrously long.  There are likely to be rambling digressions. Gobblepot may appear (although I welcome all shippers and non-shippers alike :)).  There will be naked favouritism and naked not-favouritism.  Broader comments at the end on plotlines and parallels and general direction.


GCPD is deserted as a TV tells us that the city is in lockdown.  Jim is watching while twitchily fighting the virus.  He receives another phone call from Lee.

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Luke Hemmings Imagine

Masterlist

Hey yall! This is a super cute imagine that someone requested (sorry I forgot your username! Please message me if this was you!) and I usually don’t take requests but I loved this idea! I hope you enjoy this and let me know what you think about it in my ask! Talk to you soon (:

- M xx

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It was finally the day you’ve been waiting for. You hadn’t seen Luke in what felt like ages. He’d been on tour in the UK while you were back at your apartment in LA. Facetiming and texting were nothing compared to actually being in his arms. And you’ve been dying to feel them again ever since he left.

Hearing the doorbell ring your stomach immediately drops. It was Luke. Running down the stairs at lightning speed almost tripping over yourself, you grasp the doorknob and swing the door open. There he was, in all his beauty just like you remembered.

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Ghosts of Relationships Past

Summary: There’s no one right way to celebrate your first wedding anniversary, but Emma’s pretty sure that bumping into your asshole ex-boyfriend is a wrong way. Another piece in the With Affection/Give Me Love universe.
Rating: M
Notes: HAPPY HOLIDAYS @optomisticgirl​!! This ended up way more serious than you and I had discussed, but I hope it still works. Anyway, thank you for being such an amazing friend, and I know that we’re just going to keep being spectacular in the new year!

This story is another bonus from With Affection/Give Me Love, and requires that you have read both. Additionally, please note that I had planned to write this for B for a while, and that I am not accepting any requests or prompts for WA/GML stories.

AO3/FFnet

“Happy first anniversary, Mrs. Jones.” Killian raised his Bloody Mary for a toast as they were finishing brunch.

“Happy first anniversary, Mr. Swan,” Emma replied, toasting with the remains of her coffee. It was much too early, in her opinion, for booze or for chastising her husband about her last name. She’d wait till dinner for both.

“I know, I know,” he said after taking a sip. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“Hm?”

“Your last name. You know it doesn’t bother me that you kept it, right?”

“That’s good, since I love you more than anything in this world and still couldn’t care less if it bothered you.”

He grinned in reply. “I know. Honestly, I’m glad you didn’t change your name. You’re my Swan Princess—it just wouldn’t be right if you weren’t Swan anymore.”

It was hard not to smile at the mention of the letters; sometimes, she’d reread some of her favorites, and her heart still fluttered when she’d read his sweet greetings. My dearest Swan, my beloved Princess. “Which is why it wouldn’t do for you to be promoted to commodore or anything like that.”

“Oi!” He pulled his pirate necklace out from under his shirt. “Pirate, love. Captain’s the highest rank.”

“Oh, stop, it’s not like I was suggesting you’d be demoted.”

“Fair enough. How’s your Belgian waffle? Or what’s left of it, I suppose—you demolished it. ”

“Fucking amazing, as usual. What did you get again?”

“Crab cake Benedict. Would you like to try some?”

“Sure.” She waited for him to set aside a couple of bites for her to grab; she knew better than to just eat brunch food off his plate. “Oh wow, that is great.”

“Aye, it’s stupendous.”

“Want any of what’s left of my waffle?”

“No offense, love, but I’m not sure how you can eat something so sugary for breakfast.”

“No wonder you can’t handle breakfast cereal.” He chuckled with his mouth full of Bloody Mary.

And then, into the restaurant, walked Walsh. Emma froze.

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