#but funny business is my only business~ -966

[k66-official]

screw this let's go. freaky friday 10 asks where only those involved know about it. everyone else? clueless. (cept for maybe those with close relations. they might notice something's wrong.)

I don't know if we'll be fooling anyone, but I'll see what I can get away with~

[footy-fictionist]

Celebration - Nico Schlotterbeck

Picture by Christian Schulze

Pairing: Nico Schlotterbeck x female reader

Warnings: fluff, playful teasing, reader laughs at Nico, badly translated German (google is my friend here)

Word Count: 966

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This is based on the game against Leipzig. It's completely made up though and very much fictional. It's mostly just the day after the game and the way Nico and reader spend their morning. Please do not copy or publish my work, reblogging is completely fine though.

It’s the day after the game against Leipzig. She’s in bed with Nico, who has the day off after winning the game and playing an incredibly important role. He’s laying up against his pillow whilst she rests on his chest. His phone is in his hand as he scrolls through the multiple posts he’s been tagged in. Her eyes are still closed and every time she moves, he checks to see if she’s still asleep or waking up. Soon enough she stirs and her arms tighten around his torso, a clear sign that she’s waking up for real this time. He immediately caresses her back with his free hand, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

“Morgen, meine Liebe."

She mumbles something back only snuggling further into his chest. She presses a kiss right over his heart. He smiles and lays his phone on the side table to wrap both arms around her. She tightens her hand around his shirt, pulling herself up a little more, one leg slotting in between his and pressing her face into the crook of his neck. She shakes a little as Nico laughs at her actions, but he doesn’t hesitate to help her lay comfortably. It might be early in the morning, but nothing comforts her more than being this close to Nico and being able to fully take him in. They both have busy lives, so they make the most of moments like this. It was harder when they didn’t live together.  

Now, everything is perfect. They get to spend more time together whilst also maintaining their jobs and everything around them in their social lives. But nothing beats this feeling. She mumbles something against the skin of his neck, but he can’t make it out at all. He asks her to repeat herself but it ends up as the same gibberish. Instead of pulling her away from her spot in the crook of his neck, he just hums and nods his head, hoping that’s a good enough response. But as she pulls herself back to look at him a little offended, he knows that isn’t the answer she was looking for.

“I tell you that I’m incredibly proud of your performance from yesterday and that I love you. And your reaction is a hum and a nod. That’s rude Niecs.”

"Entschuldigung, Liebe. I couldn’t understand what you said and I didn’t want you to pull away, so I hoped that would be a good enough response. But thank you, I appreciate your support. Ich liebe dich auch.” 

She smiles and nods in agreement to his answer before moving herself back to the comfortable position she was in before. He laughs and helps settle her again, also grabbing his cellphone back to continue scrolling whilst she takes a bit more time to fully wake up whilst being as close to him as possible. After another 15 minutes, she looks up a bit to find him looking at pictures from the game. He was trying to decide which ones to repost. As he was scrolling slowly, she suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter. It startles him a little and he almost drops his phone.

“What? What’s so funny?”

He is incredibly confused, she doesn’t answer him and can’t seem to stop laughing. He’s looking at her like she’s gone insane, which only makes her laugh even harder. It takes a while for her to calm down, a few tears having slipped out from laughing too hard. She grabs his phone from him and scrolls back to one of the pictures. It’s the one of him squatting after saving Werner’s shot with his shoulder. At that moment she hadn’t thought much of it and thought it showed Nico’s passion. But seeing this picture she can’t help but laugh.

“Es tut mir leid, Niecs. But this picture now just looks like you’re taking a poo. I love your passion for the game, but this is too funny.”

Soft giggles still escape her lips as she explains, his face going from confused to offended within seconds. He looks from her back to the picture and back to her. He sees it too now, but doesn’t want to admit it’s funny. It was an instant reaction and he didn’t think of the pictures. He grabs his phone from her hand and puts it back on the side table. Out of nowhere he pushes her onto her back and leaning over her, making her let out a small scream in surprise. 

“You think that’s funny do you? I don’t. I’ll give you something to laugh about though.”

Without warning he starts tickling her sides. She gives a squeal before laughing. She tries to grab his hands to make him stop but he’s too strong. She can’t even push him away with her legs. Tears are rolling down her cheeks as she almost begs him to stop, laughing so hard her tummy hurts. He stops after a few minutes, collapsing on top of her and hiding his face in the crook of her neck this time. The small hiccups from laughing slowly fade away as she now wraps her arms around him. Both are content for a bit before she speaks.

“I love you and your passionate reactions, even if they make me laugh at you. You’re incredible and this just adds to it. Now enough with the mushy stuff, let’s go make some breakfast!”

He reluctantly pulls back a little, only to press his lips to hers. It’s a long kiss followed by a few short kisses, showing her that he loves her just as much. He eventually gets off her and helps her off the bed. They walk to the kitchen hand in hand, not willing to let each other go just yet.

Meine liebe: my love Entschuldiging liebe: I'm sorry/pardon me love Ich liebe dich auch: I love you too Es tut mir leid: I'm sorry

[imaginefan]

Argument For The Ages

Damon Salvatore X Reader Jeremy Gilbert X Reader

Word Count: 966

Requested: Anon

Request: Jeremy is compelled to forget you cause Damon is selfish and wants you for himself. Reader tries everything she can to break it but it doesn't work, she goes off on Damon for what he did and ends up taking the compulsion away. Interactions with all 3, reader is a human. One shot.

You sat with your feet over Jeremy's legs as he played a game, you scrolled through your phone giggling at posts from your friends and occasionally showing Jeremy something that is until your phone rang "Hello?" You asked.

"Hello gorgeous, you want to come and get a  drink with me?" Damon asked. "I can't." You answered, "I'm doing something." "Who?" He asked. "Haha, very funny" You faked a laugh "I'm hanging out with Jeremy." "What you were with little Gilbert yesterday, come hang out with me," Damon whined and you frowned as you rolled your eyes. "Damon, I'm busy." You dismissed him. "Maybe next time." "You keep saying that." He grumbled "whatever bye." "Bye Damon." You said before hanging up the phone. "What did Damon want?" Jeremy asked. "Wanted to go for a drink." You answered, looking at the screen to see that he was waiting for a match to start. "You don't want to go?" He asked. "Hmm no not really, I like hanging out here." You answered. "You do?" Jeremy asked and you nodded. "Yeah it's nice here, nothing trying to kill us, just sitting here and doing nothing is nice sometimes." You explained. "Whenever we go to The Grill something happens." "That's true," Jeremy agreed. You spent the rest of the night messing around and watching movies before you knew it you had to make your way home, Jeremy saw you out and watched until he couldn't see you anymore, he turned to walk back into the house and stopped at the sight of another body in the doorway. "Hi, little Gilbert." Damon greeted him. "My name is Jeremy." He glared at him as he pushed past him. "Yeah, whatever." He waved him off as he followed him into the house. "What do you want?" Jeremy asked as he walked into the kitchen to find something to eat. "I wanted to talk to you about (Y/N) . I really think that you're bad for each other." He said and Jeremy looked at him. "No, we're not." Jeremy dismissed him now trying to ignore the vampire altogether. "Look, just leave her alone and we won't have a problem." Damon shrugged. "I'm not doing that." He answered. "Well then I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands," Damon muttered.

The next morning you decided that you were going to get Jeremy up and out of the house for a couple of hours, even if it was only to get breakfast, you knocked on the door and waited "Hi can I help you?" Jeremy asked as he looked at you. "Well, I was thinking we could go for breakfast." You shrugged "before you spend the rest of the day playing video games." "I think you're really pretty but I um... Do we know each other?" He asked and you looked at him and frowned. "Jeremy we were hanging out yesterday." You said hoping that this was some kind of joke but his face didn't change and your worst fear was confirmed someone had compelled him and you knew exactly who, you started regurgitating facts about his life and showing him pictures that you had taken with him but you were sure that you were just freaking him out, you realised that the only way this was going to be fixed is if you went to see Damon.

"Damon!" You yelled as you walked into the house that he had come to call home, he looked over the back of the sofa and smiled. "Hello, Gorgeous." He smiled and you frowned. "Fix Jeremy, now!" You ordered. "I didn't do anything to him." He smirked. "Oh, he just forgot who I was on his own?" You asked. "Maybe he got sick of you." Damon shrugged, you shook your head and glared at him. "I don't need you to admit that you did it, I just need you to fix it!" You ordered and he looked at you. "There's nothing to fix." He answered confidently and you nodded before turning away from him. "Then I guess I'll just forget about you then." You began to make your way out of the house and he stood to stop you, he appeared in front of you. "Where are you going?" He asked. "As far away from you as possible." You answered. "(Y/N)-" "No Damon, you can't control who is or isn't in my life, and you're not my Dad and your not my boyfriend so how about you stop messing with my life!" You pushed past him and out of the door as he watched you go. Damon honestly thought that you should have just forgotten about Jeremy if he wasn't in your life but this had backfired completely.

Damon waited a few days to see if you would cool off but you never came back around, he decided that it was time to fix what he had done since it only seemed to make things worse. You however were sitting in The Grill downing drink after drink as you tried to think of a way to fix Jeremy without Damon's help "I think you've had enough of those." Jeremy said taking the drink from your hand and down the rest of it before ruffling your hair. "Jeremy?" You asked. "Is this some kind of drunk hallucination?" "No, he fixed it." Jeremy smiled. "You remember me?" You asked. "Of course I do, we hung out yesterday," Jeremy smirked, holding up his phone to show you the picture that you took yesterday after he complained that he needed another lock screen. "So I know I missed breakfast like three days ago but what about dinner?" "That sounds nice." You smiled. "Am I still pretty?" "You're drunk." He smiled as he helped you balance "but of course you are."

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[kim-seungmine]

no rules

title: no rules

characters: (fem) reader x han jisung of stray kids

word count:  966

genre: fluff

a/n: sadly this is just a very short word vomit to distract me from a terrifying writer’s block, but enjoy! also @elfminho​ apparently i used your gif <3

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“These 3 kids were lining up to enter the haunted house, one of them was trying to finish his corndog quick, but he wasn’t quick enough and suddenly it was their turn! Then the operator told him to just eat slowly since there weren’t any people behind them. His friend decided to help and started biting on the other side, but the corndog—” Jisung stops to take a short breath. You’re staring up at him, patiently waiting for him to continue. “The corndog fell! The kid blamed his friend and the three of them started fighting and ended up chasing each other. They forgot about the haunted house!”

There’s nothing Jisung loves more than curling up in his bed during a cold winter day; usually you have to drag him out in order to have a decent meal. Getting along with strangers isn’t his forte either, but when you told him you were going to Everland with your best friends he couldn’t stop imagining you going back home by yourself, shivering and alone.

Before Jisung could overthink further, he offered to go with you. The whole trip was rather awkward since he had only met Yuna and Ryujin twice, but he didn’t regret anything. Well, he barely said 20 words since the two of you arrived at Everland hours ago, but he got to record you riding your favorite rides and take pretty candid photos of you.

Now that he’s alone with you, Jisung can barely control himself—cracking jokes and telling you all the funny incidents he witnessed when you were busy playing with your friends. He gently tugs at your hand when the elevator opens, holding the door for you and Mrs. Lee who lives across your shared unit.

“The operator must’ve been so confused,” you giggle before nudging his shoulder with your head. Jisung tightens his hold on your hand, taking his phone out of the pocket with another hand. “Anyways, I have new blackmail materials!”

He plays a video of you screaming at the top of your lungs while your body was twisted in all directions on the Let’s Twist ride. “Look at that! How is this your favorite ride?! I almost fainted watching you flailed like that! And you rode it twice! Even Shin Yuna gave up after 1 turn! If you didn’t look so hilariously happy up there I would’ve dragged you home right that second! Ohh my head feels dizzy just talking about it.”

“Aigoo Han Jisung, let the poor girl talk!”

He shifts his gaze to Mrs. Lee. “You’re going to tire her out if you keep talking nonstop like that!”

Jisung feels himself freeze, unable to even look at her in the eye. You laugh, smiling at him before turning to your neighbor. “Jisung is just excited, Mrs. Lee!”  You rub his back shootingly. “And that’s what I love about him. It’s okay!”

The elevator opens once again, and you quickly pull him outside. “Take care, Mrs. Lee! Say hi to the kittens for us!”

“What do you want to do? Watch some movies?” you ask him, entering the door password swiftly. Jisung lets go of your hand, silently heading to the shower. The two of you have been together for quite some time, and there are times when he wonders why you’re still with him. His brain-to-mouth filter is pretty much non-existent when he’s with you, whereas you’re a chatterbox around your friends but never says much when you’re with him. There are a lot of relationship rules out there—the push and pull, compromise, acceptance, love… but Jisung knows nothing about being together with someone.

“Strawberries?”

You’re sitting on the countertop, popping a piece of strawberry inside your mouth before opening your arms. Jisung hangs his towel on the towel rack and walks into your embrace, nuzzling his face against your chest. His heart swells when you circle your legs around his torso, pulling him closer.

“Am I tiring you out?” he mumbles, causing you to stop carding your hand through his hair. “What Mrs. Lee said, is it true?”

You shake your head, feeding him strawberry. “I love it when you tell me stories or jokes. Sometimes I imagine you talking to me during classes… or whenever I feel tired and down.”

Jisung swallows his strawberry. “So you’re saying…”

“Yes, you’re my happy pill.” You give him a playful pout. “Did you really doubt me?”

He detaches himself from you and drops a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth. “No baby it’s not like that. I just— sorry.”

“You feel comfortable when you can talk all night long without feeling awkward, I feel comfortable when I can just stay silent and listen to you. Other people may think it doesn’t seem right, but they’re not us.”

It’s Jisung’s turn to wrap you in his arms, nodding as he presses soft kisses on your shoulder. The exhaustion from stepping out of his comfort zone today has started to wear him out, and only now he realizes that he’s the one who’s tired.

“Let’s go to sleep,” he suggests as you feed him the last strawberry. “I’m tired.”

Jisung lifts you off of the countertop and heads to the bedroom, feeling content with you humming random tunes in the crook of his neck, your legs still wrapped around him ever so tightly. When he tucks you in, he catches your gaze—warm and for his eyes only. “Thank you for accompanying me. You didn’t need to, but thank you.”

He lies on top of you, replying your words with a sweet kiss on your lips. He knows nothing about being together with someone, but it doesn’t matter anymore. 

Jisung loves you, and that’s the only thing he needs to engrave in his heart.

[imaginefan]

Get You Drunk

Luke Holbrook X Reader

Word Count: 966

Requested: Anon

Request: Being drunk and flirting with Luke and the next day, you are hung over and you realize what you did, you were heavily flirting with Luke the night before. You avoid him feeling embarrassed by your actions, you never done anything like that before but you ended up being more relaxed when you were drunk around him. Luke tries to talk to you but you find excuses to be busy and stay busy to avoid having a convo about what happened the night before. -One shot The Society

The moment you opened your eyes you regretted all of your previous decisions, your head was pounding and all you wanted was to keep your eyes closed but you needed to get up, you turned on your side and looked at your phone, it looked like even in your intoxicated state you remembered to put it on charge, you pressed the side button checking the time but that you forgot all about that when you saw Luke's name on your home screen, everything that happened the night before had come rushing back in waves and you felt like you were going to throw up, you weren't sure if it was anxiety or bring hungover either way you ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet before flushing. You groaned before pulling yourself up to the sink and brushing your teeth.

Getting drunk last night was not your only mistake, you had spent a good portion of the night flirting with Luke Holbrook one of the guys on the football team, we were a nice guy and you thought that he was attractive, in fact, you thought that he was really attractive and that was why you couldn't talk to him when you were sober but it seemed when you had some liquid courage in your system anything was possible. The thing was that it was Sunday so there was no need for you to face up to anything today and you had no intentions of doing so, despite the fact that the message that Luke had sent you said that you needed to talk. You made a plan in your head and it involved avoiding Luke until this whole thing was forgotten. You were kind of hoping that he wasn't going to want to talk about it at all, that things could go back to the way that they were before the party but only time would tell, for now, you crawled back into bed and curled up ready to sleep away your hangover.

When you walked into school the next day nothing seemed any different and you were relieved for that, you felt better but there was still no way that you wanted to deal with what had happened on Saturday night, you managed to get to your locker without any problems and opened it to get everything that you needed for your morning classes but when you closed your locker you jumped out of your skin as Luke had appeared next to you. "You didn't answer my message." He said and you smiled. "I was pretty hungover. I was asleep most of the day yesterday." You answered honestly and he nodded. "You were pretty drunk on Saturday." He nodded "that's why I dropped you home, but I wanted to talk about Saturday night." "Luke I really have to go, my class is on the other side of the school, I can't be late." You said as you stepped around him. "We'll talk later then." He said as he let you go, this time you were lucky because your class was actually on the other side of the school but you were quickly going to run out of excuses for not talking to him and you were worried because he seemed quite determined.

You made sure that you weren't going to see Luke for the rest of the day and even decided to stay late to study in the hopes that he would have gone home by the time that you were finished but unfortunately his last class must have been quite close to yours because you made you way around the side of the school to get to the outside entrance of the library someone gently caught your wrist. "You've been avoiding me all day." He said and you looked at him and shook your head. "We just haven't been in the same places that's all." You answered with a shrug. "Well we are now and you won't even look at me." He said and you looked at him and he smiled. "Why are you avoiding me?" "I'm not." You continued to lie. "Then can we talk?" He asked and you knew that he had you now and no matter what you did the dynamic of your friendship was going to change. "Look you really don't have to tell me that you don't like me that way it's fine I won't do it again." You said as you attempted to pull away from him but instead, he pulled you closer wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you close to him. "That's a shame, looks like I really do have to get you drunk to talk to you." He sighed. "What?" You asked, confused. "I really like you but you never talk to me, you always run before I've had the chance to ask you out and then at the party I knew you were drunk but I thought that maybe I'd get to talk to you when you're sober, but you just kept running away." He answered and you swallowed. "This isn't funny." You said softly and he smiled. "I don't remember saying this is a joke." He pulled you closer still and you then had to crane your next to look up at him. "I'd really like to take you out sometime." "Me?" You asked and he gave a soft laugh before nodding. "You." He confirmed. "I uhh... Are you sure?" You asked and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before speaking again: "I'll pick you up on Saturday at 7." He said, "I've got to get to practice." "Okay." You said softly but in a split-second decision, you placed a kiss on his cheek before disappearing into the library to collect your thoughts.

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