Why People Fall In Love

Muses: Jeon Jungkook.
Words: 4.7k words of cringe worthy fluff.
Type: fwb!au + fake dating!au
Note: This is another my ‘to be posted’ scenarios, posted.  Yay. :D

+ An agreement to become Jungkook’s fake girlfriend and a trip back to his hometown lets you see more of the Jeon Jungkook who you think is only made of Friday hookups and boyish charms.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“So let me get this straight, your brother’s bringing his girlfriend home for dinner this weekend and you ‘sorta’ blurted out that you have a girlfriend too just because you want to prove that he’s wrong about you not being able to keep a girl?”

Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorta.”

At his nonchalance, you lightly smack his chest; it’s not like he’s going to feel anything if you straight out punch him anyway. “He’s totally right!”

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∑=MC^2 [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do the anything you write on your skin appears on you your soulmates skin au with Reid”

A/N: I wasn’t too sure on what this AU was but I had it explained. I also made it so that names and places of living wouldn’t work because that would be to easy lol.


You didn’t really understand the whole, write on your skin and it shows up on your soulmate’s skin thing. There were limits to it and rules. Knowing that you couldn’t put down your name or where you are because it wouldn’t show on their skin.

But what you also didn’t understand was what the hell your soulmate was constantly writing on his arm or hand. So many math equations and book references. Often times people would look at it and ask what the writing was, you’d simply answer “I guess my soulmate’s a math nerd?”

Not knowing how incredibly right you were.

You’re a simple grad student. Studying to become a psychiatrist, wanting nothing more than to help people. So all this writing on your arm was a bit distracting. Did your soulmate not know about the bond? Or just not have the time to find paper?

Who knows at this point, right now you were just trying to decipher what all of it was.

Sitting in a coffee shop you stared at your arm. Examining every piece of information. Letting out a huff at the undecipherable letters and numbers, except for the formula ∑=MC^2 which you recognized from senior year physics.

Giving up you clicked the power button on your computer. The screen lighting up before turning back off again. “What the hell?” you mumbled jamming the button a couple of times. “Shit” running your hands through your hair. “No, my resume. I didn’t save it.” groaning to nobody in particular. 

“Fear not!” a voice said from beside you. It startling you. “Oh god” holding your hand to your chest. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” A blonde woman said smiling. “I just saw you having computer troubles and I know my way around a motherboard so may I?” she gestured to your computer.

“Have at it” you pushed it toward her.

Shocked when witnessing her having it up and running within a few clicks. “What? How’d you?” reaching and moving the touch pad. Immediately saving your resume on the page. “Thank you so much! You just saved my future”

“No problem, I’m Penelope by the way” she held a hand out to you. “[F/n]” taking it while introducing yourself. Though her eyes widened at the mathematical equations and information on your arm. “Whoa” she said but soon recognized the handwriting. 

“Oh my god you need to come with me!” She began to smile excitedly. “Um okaay?” you said before grabbing your things and following her. Luckily not having any other plans that day.

Not expecting to end up inside the FBI building. “Am I allowed to be in here?” asking while following her through a hallway, to a pair of double glass doors.

“Yes, as long as you’re with me. I think.” Penelope said excitedly.

“Good morning princess” A man said coming over to you both. “Not now chocolate thunder I need to find Reid.” she held a finger to him while passing. “Um ouch” he commented catching up to you “I’m sorry who are you?” smiling at you.

“Uh [F/n], Penelope saved my computer, and told me I had to come with her here now. I’m just as confused as you are” you shrugged and he laughed. “Well that’s Garcia for ya. I’m SSA Derek Morgan, nice to meet you” offering you a hand.

“Likewise” shaking it in return. Walking into the bullpen Penelope yelled “REID!” startling you again. Damn she’s good at that.

A man looked up from his book to see the woman running over to him. “Come here” she pushed him toward you. “[F/n] meet Spencer, Spencer [F/n]” she quickly introduced you.

He smiled at you awkwardly, as you gave a simple “Hi” the other members in the area just watching confused.

“Uhh Garcia what’s going on?” Another blonde haired woman asked from her desk.

“J.J. Shh, [F/n] and Spencer are going to compare arms!” She turned back to the both of you. “COMPARE ARMS!” she yelled.

You pulled up your sleeve to reveal the writing on it. Spencer’s eyes widened before he did the same. “Boom soulmates! You’re welcome” she cheered as everyone, including you and Spencer, just stared shocked.

“Uhh” you said looking down at your arm. “Alright then. Just a few questions. What the hell is going on? What the hell is written on my arm? Are you some kind of Einstein or something? And do you want to get dinner this weekend?” your rapid tone disorienting a few of the profilers.

He processed your words for a moment before answering “Honestly couldn’t tell you. It’s a series of equations used from a case we just solved. I have an eidetic memory but that’s what some people say. And yes I would like to.”

You smiled, “Well glad that’s cleared up”

“I am as well. I look forward to getting to know you better” He smiled. Surprising all of his co-workers with his calmness.

“Did Reid just get a date?” Morgan looked at the other members confused before back at the pair of you. “Oh it’s the end times” Rossi commented before the whole team nodded.

Even a room full of profilers couldn’t decipher what just happened.

Texts Between Bros-- Biology Bros Edition

Isak: heyyyy sannnaaaa

Sana: no.

Isak: you don’t even know what I’m going to ask you

Sana: you’re going to ask me to turn in an assignment for you because you don’t want to get out of bed this morning.

Isak: okay psychic. 

Sana: It’s the hijab

Isak: ???

Sana: nvm. Come to school. 

Isak: It’s harder to leave the bed now that Even is like… permanently in it. We can just stay in all day without interruption 


Sana: #10%

Isak: yeah yeah. I’ll see you in biology then <3

Sana: did you just <3 me?

Isak: sorry force of habit 

Oh and Even wants to know if you want to come to dinner this weekend?

Sana: Can’t im hanging with the girls.

Isak: kk next time then

Sana: actually i think i’ll reschedule with the girls

I’m a little pizza-ed out


Originally posted by lotusprincessdi

Sana: so weird. We’ll talk more in biology.

No Strings (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Excessive drinking 

Word Count: 4,040

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by jiyoongis

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Tom Holland Imagine

hi! :3 could you maybe write an imagine with tom holland where he meets the reader, who’s robert downey jr’s daughter (and plays tony’s daughter) on the set of civil war and he’s all cute and awkward around her cuz he can’t work up the courage to ask her out, but she finds it adorable and ends up asking him out instead?

hello! could you maybe do a tom holland imagine where the reader is rdj’s daughter (and plays tony’s in the movies) and his girlfriend, and they’re at the civil war premiere together just being huge nerds and goofing around?

You walked onto the set in the morning and smiled at all your castmates, “Hey guys, I brought coffee for everyone,” you walked around and passed out the coffee orders you had memorized long ago after months of working with everyone. You walked over to Tom, who was on the Civil War set for the first time, and handed him a coffee. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself. “I asked around yesterday to see what you liked. Caramel Frappuccino right?”

“Ugh, yeah,” he stuttered. “Thank’s so much. I’m Tom,” he awkwardly held out a hand before putting it back down. “But I guess you already knew that.”
“I did,” you laughed and felt bad when you saw his cheeks redden a little. “It’s nice to meet you. I have to go get ready for my scenes today but I’ll see you around.”

“Y/N,” you turned as you were leaving to your Dad, Robert Downey Jr., calling out to you. “Did you remember the extra sugar for my coffee?”

“Already put it in there Dad.”

After your first meeting Tom was always trying to come up with a way to casually start talking to you so he could ask you out. It didn’t help that your Dad was always near by which added to his intimidation.

The big fight seen with all the Avengers was taken place and you watched from your chair as your cast mates got into character and filmed their parts. After shooting one of his moves for a scene Tom was left hanging in the air by the wire and you hollered at him, “Look’s like you’re having fun up there.”

“Uh…yeah…” he sputtered out and went back to filming the next part of his fighting scenes when the director hollered.

He was cut done from his wires and was walking off towards his trailer when he saw you still sitting in your chair. “Good job out there,” you told him.

“Were you watching the whole time,” he said wringing his hands together.

“For most of it. I had to step away for wardrobe for a second but…,” you shrugged.

“I like the outfit,” he spoke up quickly and nervously.

“This is what I had on before,” you laughed. “I had to pick something out for later today but I didn’t put any new clothes on.”

“Right,” he awkwardly nodded and went to take a step back but ran into the table behind him. He tried to recover cooley and ended up in an awkward stretched out position against the table edge.


“You’re staring at her again kid.” Tom blinked his focus away from you and looked over at Anthony Mackie. “And don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he chuckled.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Oh yeah. Why don’t you just ask her out?”

“I’ve tried to but I get to nervous. I mean look at her. She’s Y/N Downey. And her Dad’s right there. I don’t want to get rejected and have her dad after me.”

“He wouldn’t do that, he’s a chill guy. And I think you should go after her. She’s a sweet girl, she’d a least give you a pity date,” he joked.

So Tom walked over to you confidently, ready to conquer his fears and ask you out, but as you walked with that smile towards him in your character’s lab coat and glasses he felt his hands get clammy. “Hey Tom. How was the scene?”

“Great. Good. Awesome,” he rumbled on. “I had…um…a question for you,” he cursed himself for going back to his nervous self. He watched you as you smiled and waited for his question and changed his mind. He couldn’t do it. “Um, you know what I forgot what it was. Nevermind.”

“Wait,” you stopped him from leaving. “Would you want to go out for dinner this weekend?”

“Sure, who all is going?”

“No, I mean would you want to go on a date with me?” He was shocked.

“Ye-yeah! I mean yeah,” he said like excited to sound more cool.


Everyone watched as you and Tom hit the red carpet premiere for Civil War in your matching outfits. “So Y/N, tell us about your dress,” the interviewer asked as you and Tom stopped before going inside.

“It’s Elie Saab and it’s red to show my support for our favorite Spider in the movie,” you joked.

“It’s not red for your Dad’s character, Iron Man?”

“As much as my Dad wanted me to match with him I vetoed it,” you joked.

“From the second you and Tom stepped onto the carpet social media has been blowing up with all the pictures of you two goofing around and having fun. It looks like you two are entertaining yourselves out there.”

“Can I see some of these pictures,” Tom asked and someone handed him a phone full of Instagram pictures he and you had been tagged in. There were ones of you two making funny face at each other, Tom making the spider man web hand gesture at you like he was wrapping you in webbing, and you two striking overly dramatic poses together.

“Oh my God those are great and awful at the same time,” you gasped.

He smiled handing the phone back, “I’m printing and framing those.”

B.A.P as your Neighbor
  • Yongguk: The cool grandpa that just shows so much love to the neighborhood. He'll take walks around the block picking up garbage. He'll wave and say hello to you and your kids.
  • Himchan: He'd be the neighborhood's handsome bachelor. He's always up to something fun and he'd always invite you over for some drinks or a dip in his pool.
  • Daehyun: The BBQ master chef. He loves exploring the grill and you can always expect the smell of fire and charcoal on a Friday or Saturday evening. Always expect an invite for weekend dinners!
  • Youngjae: This humble neighbor will always be out in his yard tending to his garden! He's got flowers galore and he's always so kind to always pick you a small bouquet of the most bloomed flowers.
  • Jongup: Party boy Jongup. He's the cool guy everyone wants to hang out with! He'll often have house parties that last until the early hours of the AM. He anticipates for you to party it up with him one of these weekends.
  • Zelo: The neighbor with all the puppers in his gated lawn. He trains them for competitions so you will see him guiding his puppers through hoops and other obstacles. He'd often invite you over to play with his puppers!
dinner for three

*requested —> Anonymous said: Will you write a ty fic where you either get set up on a blind date with him by your bro and it goes super terribly but it’s okay because it’s ty and you like each other OR you take ty to meet your family and your bro is all =_= because he doesn’t like any guy around you let alone this fucking silver headed edgy mcedgelord guy who won’t stop holding your hand but at the end of the night he has to admit that ty isn’t so bad (and then ty tries kissing you on the doorstep and your bro interrupts-

-like go home Lee taeyong I said you could date my sister not make out with her under our parents roof =_= even though you’re outside (Also bro is doyoung duh like who else) 👀👀👀

Originally posted by dailynctgifs

author’s note: 1,429 words. doyoung needs to #chill.

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The Wedding Planner (Part 3)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 1,789.

Part 1 Part 2 

A/N: Shorter part than usual! But just wait to see what happens at the end. Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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anonymous asked:

U r my go to girl so my request is: stiles being the most clumsy human known to man but on the field he is a force to be reckoned with. Derek, who is super cool on and off the court of his boyfriends rival team(rival team as in the basketball and lacrosse team hate each other), is the biggest, softy marshmallow, adorable, shy, dopey puppy ever.

i love u omg thanks for the support my dude :) 

also on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10423656

Derek jumped up, cheering as he watched Stiles run down the field, lining up the perfect shot and scoring the game winning goal.

The rest of the crowd erupted as well and Derek couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend. Stiles was hoisted into the air, throwing his arms up as he celebrated with his teammates.

“Hale,” Derek heard someone call.

He turned around to see the Sheriff walking up to him.


“Derek, how many times do I have to tell you to call me John.”

“Right, John. How are you?”

“I’m great. Not every day your kid scores the game winning goal. Are you guys going out after the game?”

“Maybe. You know how overwhelmed he gets when the attention is on him for too long. We might get dinner alone.”

“Well enjoy your night. See you this weekend at dinner.”

Derek waited for the crowd to die down before making his way to Stiles. When he spotted him, Stiles’ face broke out into a giant smile before running towards Derek and Derek had just enough time to open his arms to catch his boyfriend.

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Espresso or Caramel

Originally posted by sassyminghao

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Seungcheol (S.Coups) x reader

Words: 2.1K

Author’s Note: If you want me to write another drabble or another chapter to follow up with this, please do tell me.

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Something There - Part Five

Pairing: Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: some naughty words and one suggestive situation 

Word Count: 8164

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

Tag list: @butlinislin @wolfphantom-m @musicalmoriarty @daveedish @imagineham @imaginebeinghamiltrash @insane-hamilton-imagines @shamagangster @tempfixeliza @crazypurplebananas @secretschuylersister @love-doesnt-discriminate @icanneverbesatisfied @getupoffathathang @th-mtchndr-s-th-pwrhs-f-th-cll @hamiltryingmybest @marquiis-de-la-baguette @consumed-by-musicals @drugsdiggs @hamfan22 @hamfamhamfam @y-lue @chloehamiltonn @patron-saintof-sluts @hanakatsumi @itsgarbagecannotgarbagecannot @alois-in-bootyshorts

Much to your delight and slight worry two weeks had passed without John and Lafayette bringing up your blunder outside the coffee shop. John was ever cheerful and with everyone having a full course load it seemed that he didn’t have time to worry about the fact that you were obviously flying by the seat of your pants with this “internship” or so you were inclined to believe. Lafayette was the one who made you worry. He hadn’t brought up the subject up, but you could tell by the odd looks suspicion that were always followed with a glint of amusement in reaction to how uncomfortable you looked that he was biding his time. Lafayette always knew when you were lying and you were on edge waiting for the moment he finally decided to pounce.

Last week Thomas had told you there was a new collection of books arriving from his parent’s home in Virginia that he would be adding to the library’s vintage and rare book section. You were set to meet him Wednesday evening to help look through the titles and organize them, on top of that he had promised to play you a song on his violin. He had finally admitted to you that he played when you had accidentally knocked over a stack of handwritten sheet music off a shelf in his study. Curiously he had never once played you that song you had walked in on him playing that day at school.

Economics was as eventful as ever, your professor had assigned a project for students to pair up and come up with a solution to help lessen the budget deficit within the government. Alexander had automatically claimed you as his partner that would help him take down his “enemies” in the class. You wanted to roll your eyes but the idea of the debate the professor was putting on was bringing out your competitive side. Thomas might be your friend, but there was no way you were going to let your emotions get in the way of the last big project of the semester.

“I think our ideas will blow everyone out of the water,” Alex said triumphantly.

“Don’t forget Jefferson is well versed in foreign government. He will most likely pull ideas from what other countries are doing at the moment. We have to stay on top of that so he doesn’t surprise us,” you commented without looking up from the laptop.

Alex shared a desk with you and set off researching topics from France because he assumed that would be Thomas’s country of choice to pull ideas from. He wasn’t wrong, you agreed one hundred percent. You glanced up and gazed across the room. Thomas and James were both engrossed in their notebooks. Thomas looked up to grab a book and made eye contact with you. His lips turned up into that arrogant smirk and you returned one back in return. You quickly grab your phone from your back before opening a new text. You could tell by the look in his eye that he was confident in what he was working on.

(Y/N) 1:40pm - You’re looking pretty confident over there. -

The Asshole 1:42 - You don’t think you’re going to win this debate do you? I’m not going to take it easy on you because I care about you. -

Because I care about you. You stared at your phone for a moment letting those words sink in. Don’t overthink that, you are just friends (Y/N).

(Y/N) 1:48 - I wouldn’t expect anything less. We still good for Wednesday? -

The Asshole 1:49 - Of course.

“Who are you texting?” Alexander teased and attempted to look at your phone.

“Just a friend,” you laugh. Keep telling yourself that.

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bitch-no-stop  asked:

I work at my universities dining hall. On weekends, dinner starts at 5 so that's when we open. My dorm has a full view of the front door. One night, I watched a dude go up to the doors at 4. He pulled. Looked at his phone. Pulled again. He pulled on the door every minute or two till 5 pm. When it was 4:59, he was trying to yank the door off (much to my entertainment and those waiting to go get dinner). When the doors unlocked, he RAN ass inside. I've never laughed so hard for an hour straight.

Book Smart, not Street Smart (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black)

In honor of Pride month, here’s some fluffy Wolfstar goodness.


It was Remus’s third year at Hogwarts and so far everything was going as usual; some of the first years looked absolutely petrified at the possibility of being sorted into the wrong house and some of the seventh year Gryffindors looked ready to snatch some of them up, and make them Gryffindors themselves. Remus idly paid attention, waiting patiently for the actual feast to start. He made small talk with some of his fellow Gryffindors, laughing as his friend Lily tried to hide herself from one James Potter.

“You know Rem, I’ve never been so thankful for your towering height until now… move a little to your left and I’ll be golden.” She whispered.

“Only if you give me your stash of chocolate frogs.” He bargained.


And so the rest of the feast went without a hitch, Lily was well hidden thanks to Remus and the two of them caught up. Soon enough they were both making their way towards the Gryffindor tower, Lily went ahead spotting her friend Marlene as Remus took his time walking towards the painting of the Fat Lady. He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard shouting, it wasn’t like Remus was trying to eavesdrop but he couldn’t help but hear the small squabble going on by the Gryffindor common room.

“Well at least our parents will finally have a son whom they’re proud of!”

“Sod off, Regulus! Why don’t you go back to your fellow slimy snakes?” A black haired teen said, enunciating the last bit of his sentence, both boys were glaring at each other so fiercely that Remus could’ve sworn that one of them was bound to make the other combust right there and then.

“At least I’m not a blood traitor.” The younger of the two said before turning on his heel and walking away from the older boy before the later could say something back.

“Come on, Sirius, your brother’s not worth it.” A third voice spoke up, patting the tall boy on the shoulder as he sighed, grumbling something that Remus couldn’t make out.

Sirius Black he thought as he also made his way into the Gryffindor tower and towards the boy’s dorms.

His first day of lessons were uneventful, it wasn’t until the second day that things took an unexpected turn.

“Alright class, this term I’ve decided to switch up your partners, you’ve known each other for what, 2 whole years? It’s time to learn how to work with someone new! So please gather your things and make your way towards the back of the class as I read off the new pairs.” Slughorn announced, as he made his way towards the front to pick up his clipboard.

“Potter and Evans…” Remus stifled his laughter as his friend Lily began complaining to Slughorn about her seating arrangement. Slughorn only had 6 students left to partner up, himself included.

“Let’s see here…ah yes, Lupin and Black, and please Mr. Black, don’t set your partner on fire this time around.” Slughorn warned. Remus’s eyes widened as Sirius chuckled before saying, “I make no promises Sluggy.”

The first lesson with his new one was an odd one, from what Remus could tell, he was going to have to be the brains between the two of them. Sirius was sitting there, doodling, adding the wrong ingredients and stirring too harshly. When he scrunches his nose up in concentration he looks quite adorableRemus thought before shaking his head and going back to chopping the daisy roots needed for the Shrinking Solution.

They finally finished making the solution, well Remus did, he began bottling it up as Sirius cleaned up their area. Remus handed it to Slughorn just as class was dismissed, he made his way back to his seat to collect his book bag but before he could leave the room a hand stopped him.

“Hey, thanks for doing most of the work, Merlin knows I need all the help I can get.”

“It’s no problem, thanks for not setting me on fire.” Remus said timidly, trying not to blush by the physical contact and close proximity.

“Nah, you’re too cute to be set on fire.” Sirius said with a wink, exiting the room and leaving a blushing Remus behind.

Weeks had gone by and now the two of them were close friends, Remus was even friend with James as well, which earned a glare and the nickname of ‘traitor’ from Lily but Remus would laugh her off knowing that she okay with his new found friends. But as the days went by, his crush on the dark haired lad was getting deeper and deeper. It wasn’t only him that noticed it, James and Lily had two. Both Remus and Sirius would make up excuses just to spend more time with the other, from “I just need help with that potions essay.” To “Sirius just stole a tray full of sweets from the kitchen and I need to try this Belgian chocolate.” Their friends were already making bets on just when they would actually start dating because quite honestly it was exhausting seeing them pine for the other.

“What if we just lock them in the room of requirements? They wouldn’t starve or die in there…”

“No, Remus is too smart to be lead into a trap… although we could probably lure him in there with a chocolate trail…”

“This is not some Hansel and Gretel shit, come on Potter, think.” Lily said, turning down another one of his ideas. They stopped talking as soon as said pair walked into the common room Remus carrying an armful of cookies and other treats.

“Merlin! Did you rob the house elves at wand point?” Lily laughed as he saw Remus struggling to balance everything in his arms.

“Not quite, Sirius baked all of these when he went home this weekend.” Remus said with a smile.

“Yeah, you know as a thank you for doing most of the work during Potions.” Sirius added, blushing slightly.

“But we had a textbook lesson last class… we didn’t make a potio-“ James didn’t finished his sentence since Lily elbowed him to stop him from talking.

“Well, as much as we want to stick around, James here has to help with the Quidditch try-outs. Come on, James.” Lily said, dragging a confused James from his seat and out of the common room.

Remus and Sirius sat in a comfortable silence as Remus ate his sweets. After a couple of minutes, Remus finally broke the silence.

“You know, James is right, we didn’t brew a potion during our last lesson, it was a straight off the book lesson. So what’s the real reason you made these cookies?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow and looking intently at Sirius.

Sirius gulped, shifting uncomfortable in his seat and clenching his fist, Well here goes nothing

“For someone so smart you’re actually quite dumb.” Sirius started, making Remus choke on the cookie he was eating.

“I beg your pardon?” he coughed out.

“I’ve been flirting with you for the last month and nothing! So this is my grand gesture, I know you love chocolate, quite honestly I hate chocolate but for you I’m willing to spend an afternoon being glared at by my weird house elf, and make you some chocolate frogs and chocolate chip cookies.” Sirius confessed, leaning back on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“You ought to be nicer to old Kreacher…” Remus pointed out, a playful smile on his lips.

“That’s beside the point! What I’m trying to say…REMUSLUPINWILLYOUGOONADATEWITHME?” he said, screaming the last part out so fast that if it wasn’t for Remus being used to decipher Sirius’s and James’s fast and loud rants when they were planning a prank, he would’ve been lost.

“Yes.” Remus answered.


“YES! I’ll go on a date with you, now stop shouting, you’re going to scare the first years off.” Remus laughed, grabbing Sirius’s hand with his own as Sirius fist bumped the air with his other hand.

Weeks had passed since their first date and soon enough everyone in Hogwarts knew that they were a couple, the cutest couple if anyone were to ask. They bickered constantly because let’s face it, Sirius was like a toddler on crack, and Remus had to constantly make sure that he wasn’t endangering his life or that of the others around him.

Remus, Sirius, James and Lily were all lounging around the common room, Remus was reading a book, Sirius was sitting next to him, aimlessly twirling his wand between his fingers, James was playing with a snitch and Lily was finishing up her History of Magic assignment.

“So mum invited you to dinner this weekend.” Remus spoke up, glancing at Sirius briefly as he turned a page in his book.

“Hm, really? Alright, I’ll bake her something, what’s her favorite flower?”

“Yellow peonies and orange daisies.” Remus answered with a smile.

“Well I hope she’s ready for a dozen of each.”

“You guys are too cute, how come you don’t try to get on my mum’s good side, huh James?” Lily asked, a playful smirk on her face.

“I’ll bring her flowers next time…” James grumbled as Lily ruffled his hair.

“I need to make a good first impression.” Sirius shrugged.

“Aw, but it’s not the first time you’re meeting my mum.” Remus said.

“Yeah, but it’ll be the first time I’ll be meeting her as your boyfriend.” Sirius replied with a lazy grin as he booped Remus’s nose, causing the lanky boy to roll his eyes playfully at him.

“Are you fucking serious?” James chuckled.

“I am, I thought you knew.” Remus said, nonchalantly as Sirius fell off the couch laughing.

“Oh fuck you Lupin.” James said rolling his eyes.

“Sorry mate, that’s my current job and I don’t want to be unemployed.” Sirius answered back, between laughing fits.

“You guys are the worst.” James grumbled out, as the rest of the gang kept laughing.

Things at Hogwarts will certainly remain interesting with that power couple around.

Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part B)

A/N: Part 2B, yo! I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but here it is; the notebook. 💕 (I’ve decided to make this my regular time to post now, just to catch the time zones.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A)

Chris Evans, if you are reading this then I somehow managed to get this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don’t know if you’ll read the whole thing, or if you’ll read this first page and throw it away thinking I’m absolutely insane. I don’t know because as much as I’d like to think I know you, I don’t and I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to. So let me just give you a quick rundown on what’s in this notebook, or what I’m planning to write in it.

Chris could hear your voice when he read your words; he could always hear your voice, and it always made him smile. He couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d throw away the notebook after reading just the first page. Whether or not he knew who you were- he would’ve let his curiosity take hold of him and read the whole thing from cover to cover. After that, he’d find you because if he fell for you through your mini series- he would’ve fallen for you through your innermost thoughts and feelings. He stopped thinking and continued reading, letting your voice speak to him again.

I guess I should introduce myself first to make this a little less weird. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m- well, I’ll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I’m writing this, I’ve got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me; I’ll be starting my first semester in January and I’m both terrified and excited to start this part of my life. The reason I’m telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, I would still be stuck in my comfort zone a million miles away from where I want to be. Without you, I wouldn’t have done what scared me. Without you, I wouldn’t be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to read this whole thing, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you know how thankful I am for helping me move along in life. I promise that my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you didn’t know you’ve done for me.

Chris rested the notebook page down on his lap and he ran a hand over his mouth as he fought the urge to tear up. Every time you thanked him for helping you get to and through UCLA, he got teary eyed because you were always so genuine with your gratefulness and appreciation. Now he accepted the thanks that helped you get through UCLA because he was there for you; he was your friend, then boyfriend, then fiancé while you were studying. But he didn’t even know you when you applied and got accepted, you could thank him all you want but he’d never claim the credit for helping you. He didn’t understand how- no matter how much you tried to explain it to him, he still believed he was just one of the pieces. Like with or without him, you would’ve eventually done something with your talent and gone to UCLA anyway. Every time he said that, you had to fight the urge to show him the notebook. You needed him to know everything so he’d stop brushing you off and crediting you for something that wouldn’t have happened without him.

He picked the notebook back up and continued to read.

Let’s see, the journey starts with my gap year. I took a gap year after I graduated from high school, unlike most of my class and school mates who knew exactly what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go. I had no clue, and when people asked me what I wanted to do- I found myself lying. I told everyone what they wanted and expected from me, but it made me feel like a fraud. I tried to find myself- to find a path I wanted to walk, but I always came up empty. As a kid when I found myself feeling lost or alone, I turned to writing because when I wrote- I could be whoever and do whatever I wanted. I could hide behind my words, drift off into a place far from everyone else- far from myself. I didn’t have to think or pretend because nothing bad happened in my stories, it was always perfect. Writing was an escape for me, it was my safe haven. And that, Chris, was where you came into play.

He loved the story of how you started writing about him, as did Sebastian and Ava. Why? Because you only started writing about him because you were writing about Sebastian and wanted to have a little bit of a love triangle happening. It was incredibly amusing and it was something he- and everyone loved teasing you about. But of course, the reason behind why you stopped writing about Sebastian and started writing about Chris and only Chris as your main love interest- that was too sweet to let even the hilarity of how you started ruin it. You said, and he could easily quote it because it was one of his favorite things ever, “the more I wrote about you, the less I wrote about Sebastian and the harder I fell for someone I didn’t know. You were perfect, Chris Evans. To me, for me- I couldn’t write about anyone else anymore.”

The notebook thoroughly explained everything, it said it all; how great an inspiration he was to you, how talented you thought he was, how much you’d love to work with him one day, and how much you truly loved him- but that came near the end after you started dating him. It was basically a journal, but instead of talking to yourself- you spoke to him. It became less formal and more casual as your relationship with him progressed, it became moments he missed that you wanted him to have and anecdotes of how you knew he was the one for you.

A personal favorite- of his and yours- a moment that secure feelings on both sides, that promised a possible lifetime together actually happened before the two of you dated. The day you skipped class and spent it with him, at Burbank and the Dolby Theater. It could’ve been considered a first date, except you went as friends, but it was still one of the most memorable days you’ve had together. It said so in your notebook, and even told him that was the moment you knew you’d fallen for him. Like actually fell- not as a fan, but as a girl who wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with a boy.

I just returned home after spending the day with you in Burbank and at the Dolby Theater, Chris, and I’m going to write everything that happened down now. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid we’ll forget it, I’m doing this because I want you to know exactly when I fell for you; today. Not you as in actor, Chris Evans. I meant you as in Chris Evans, the guy I always believed you were. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize how accurate I was about everything. You are as kind, as thoughtful, as sweet, and definitely as romantic as Fan fic Chris. I don’t know if we’ll ever be something more than just friends, but this is a feeling I want to share with you. I love you. I am in-love with you. To me- you are the one, and- Have you heard that song ‘One and Only’ by the Adele? Well, when I listen to that- I think of us, and more importantly how I feel about you. Now I know you’re not completely oblivious to my affections; you are a smart man, and you’ve read my mini-series. But until you tell me otherwise, I won’t be acting on anything. I can’t lose you as a friend, and I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

Chris felt this eyes narrow slightly, 'One and Only’ by Adele. Had he heard it before? He didn’t know if he should continue reading, or listen to the song before he did. He was curious about both. He decided to continue reading first, he was already nearing the end. The last few entries detailed: the day after you got together, the trip to Boston, the rough patch, the proposal, the long weekend, and even the dinner you two had with Sebastian and Ava. He smiled when he read about the play fight you had out on the grass under the stars. He was glad you loved that moment as much as he did, that you thought it was worthy of being mentioned.

When all was read, he closed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He was definitely going to keep this in a safe, safe place where no one but him could get to. He felt closer to you, and he fell deeper in-love with you. He didn’t have a doubt before about marrying you, but this somehow made him even more sure about the future he had with you. Neither of you were going anywhere, this was going to work out until you were both old and gray. He was sure of it, as were those who’d seen the two of you together.

Chris carried the notebook with him as he made his way over to your clutch where your phone was. He pulled it out and searched for the song, 'One and Only’ by Adele. He found it, grabbed his earphones, then walked to sit back down in his original spot on the couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to engulf his thoughts and feelings.

You’ve been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it’s taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You’re the only one that I want

I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before
Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I’m the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I’ve been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you’ll go

I don’t know why I’m scared 'cause I’ve been h-

Chris pulled out his earphones before the song could finish, and boy were his tears rolling. If that was the song you thought about when you thought of him, he was overjoyed to have done what the song asked. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be as happy and felt as loved as he did when he was with you. He understood it now, understood how much you truly loved him and why you always thanked him for finding his way into your life. He placed both notebook and your phone down on the coffee table then headed upstairs because he needed to see you and reciprocate the great love you carried for him.

He wiped his tears as he opened his bedroom door, soon to be yours too. He stood in the doorway and watched you sleep with the help of the soft lights in the hallway. God, did he love you with everything he had. He was ready and wanting to start the life you’d both talked about extensively. He quietly padded across the room, shushing Dodger who whined as Chris gently pushed him off you. He leaned over you and gently tucked his arms under your body, lifting you off the mattress to press you against him for a warm hug. You stirred in his arms and he gently drew his head back to smile at you before kissing your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, tired and drunk. “Chris, stop,” you whined and pushed your palms against his chest; he chuckled softly and released you from his arms. “What are you doing?” You quizzed again, blinking at the light peeking in through the ajar door.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. You felt your head pound as you turned, burying your face into your pillow. He remained hovering over you then sat down beside your hip, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “I just love you.”

“Love me in the morning,” you mumbled into the pillow then fell right back to sleep.

“No,” he whispered with a smile, readjusting your hair so it wouldn’t tangle with your necklace. “I think I’m okay sticking to my original plan to love you every second of every moment of the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed the back of your head, smiling when he remembered the last paragraph he read in your notebook.

Honestly, Chris. If I don’t become a success in Hollywood; if all I’m known for is being your wife and the mother of your children; if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, and any lifetimes after, I’d be perfectly contented and at peace with myself. Why, you ask? Because, my love, that is the greatest accomplishment one can achieve: to love unconditionally and earn that in return. So don’t fret if I don’t complete my goal of becoming a screenwriter because you are all I need now.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

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Part 2C

pull my heart strings

Originally posted by ronesweasley

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female Reader
Rating: Soft M
Summary: You meet Sebastian at a press event for his next movie, and something about you flusters him, making him embarrassed, much to your amusement. 
Author’s Note: Hi, hello! My last Seb story got so much support, so thank you so much! It was definitely unexpected, but amazing. I got another request after I wrote that one, so here it is. General disclaimer: I don’t know Sebastian, or anything about his life. Any similarities are pure coincidence. No disrespect is intended to anyone mentioned.

If anyone told you that your new job would mean that you’re regularly rubbing elbows with the world’s hottest celebrities, you would have first laughed in their face, and then ran in the other direction.

It’s not like you’re afraid, really, but you deal with your fair share of anxiety, and being around all these people who are clearly better off in life than you are makes you more than a little nervous. You’re an event coordinator for a hotel in New York City that regularly hosts weddings, graduation parties and sometimes, charity events.

The first time you met a celebrity, you were so starstruck you could barely get a word out. Soon, though, you were so busy making sure everything was going off without a hitch that you forgot how nervous you had been. 

Today was another big day. The hotel was hosting a fundraiser and press event for a movie, and you were close to hyperventilating at the front desk as you frantically checked to make sure the entire staff was on time.

“You’re going to have a heart attack if you don’t calm down.” One of the receptionists said quietly as he smiled at the guests entering the building.  

“I’m fine.” You say, but you’re not even being very reassuring to yourself. “Just want to make sure everything goes perfectly.”

“Well, don’t look now, but your guests of honor are here.” He murmurs, and your head snaps up, and your eyes widen as you see a few people that you recognize, including one Sebastian Stan, who you’ve had a massive crush on for years

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More Than a Name

Thanks a million to @chocolatequeennk for the title suggestion!

Ten x Rose AU, kidfic, ~2000 words

When James heard the word “Daddy” come from a sixteen-month-old’s mouth, he was overjoyed. The only problem was that the child calling him “Daddy” wasn’t his own.


“Oh, look, Alexa! Daddy’s here!”

James froze in the middle of crouching down to accept the baby that was sprinting towards him, and the sixteen-month-old girl collided with his shin. She squawked angrily, but James’s ears were still ringing.

“No, no, no. She’s-she’s not my daughter,” James stuttered. “I’m her mum’s… she’s my… Rose’s…”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the daycare employee said, her cheeks flaming red.

“I just pick her up on Thursdays and Fridays for Rose,” James mumbled. “She’s my… er, friend. And neighbor, incidentally. She works late those nights.”

He trailed off lamely, not sure if he or the daycare aide was more mortified.

A little hand was slapping at his legs and a little voice was shouting, “Daddy! Daaaddddyyyyy!”

He glanced down at Alexa, shocked. Hearing her call him ‘Daddy’ pulled at something deep in his chest and lodged an ache in his throat.

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Excuse Me

Originally posted by xmadxmariax

Request: Could you maybe done one where your a fan of supernatural and you got to a con and meet Jensen and like he really likes you and he’s like trying to find out who you are and idk that’s all I got…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Fluffy flirty Jensen…

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Xanxus, Dino, and Tsuna reacting to someone flirting with the friend they’re in love with

You had just gotten back from a mission and had popped by the Varia castle to visit your friend Xanxus there. You didn’t know how you two had even become friends, honestly, it had just kind of happened. You’d met him while doing something for the Vongola, and you had just got along really well. And of course, the first thing you had wanted to do after just getting back home from a job three countries away was talk about it to the friend you hadn’t seen in forever.

Xanxus never really seemed like he was particularly listening, lounging in his chair drinking wine, occasionally humming in agreement to something or other, but you knew him well enough by now to know that he actually was. You knew in the way his eyes were always on you when you were speaking, the way he never cut you off mid sentence, and you knew in the way he would bring up stuff you’d said at times like this in future conversations.

You stopped suddenly when a guy came in through the door you’d accidentally left open, just a random person who tended the castle, reporting about damages on the second floor that would need to be fixed. Xanxus didn’t look like he cared in the slightest, giving him nothing but a simple, “Is that so?”

It was clear that whatever those damages were, it wasn’t Xanxus’ problem and just get it done and fixed on your own. The guy gave a short bow, and instead of moving to immediately leave he smiled broadly at you and said, “You always make this place so much brighter, _____, it’s good to see you again after so long. How was that mission?”

You smiled back and began to give him a quick rundown of the highlights. Unlike Xanxus, he was very talkative, laughing a lot and responding often, taking as many moments as he could to throw in little compliments. So you weren’t really surprised when he finally got around to asking you to dinner this weekend. You hadn’t decided yet if you were going to say yes or not, cause even though you didn’t have any strong romantic feelings towards him, it might be fun, yeah?

But you didn’t get the chance to respond. A gunshot rang out, and you had been standing so close to the guy that you swore you had felt the wind on that bullet. He was holding his arm and hissing in pain at where the shot had grazes him, and Xanxus growled, “The next shot won’t miss, so get the fuck out.”

Didn’t need to be asked twice, he was out in less than a second. You turned in confusion to ask what that was all about to find Xanxus already looming over you, and he pushed you back, caging you against the wall. There was a fire in his eyes as he leaned in, so close you could feel his breath against your lips. “You shouldn’t be looking at anyone but me, cause you’re fucking mine, got it?”

You weren’t used to going to clubs, but tonight you decided, why not? It was your friend’s birthday and she loved going to them. It was only coincidence that you ran into Dino, another good friend of yours, there. To be honest, you were happy for it, because your other friend was already getting a little tipsy and she looked like she was getting ready to run off with a guy she’d met there. So when she came up to you and told you that she was running off you just smiled and wished her a good time.

You two were at the bar, and when you called for another drink the bartender stuck around, chatting amicably with you. You were lots of smiles and laughs, already a little tipsy yourself, but nothing too extreme. He was being a bit too friendly, but you didn’t mind, and you found yourself hoping he was going to ask you out or something. When it looked like he was finally about to someone called for him to make them something, and he smiled apologetically at you before moving to get it.

That was when Dino turned to you, a look on his face you couldn’t quite place, and told you he was going to be heading home, and wondered if you wanted a ride. And though you were disappointed, kind of wanted to refuse, your friend had been your ride here, so you accepted. Walking home this late was not recommended.

“______?” He said suddenly as he was driving, looking over at you when you were stopped at a light.

“Hmm?” you asked.

“You deserve better than him, don’t you think? Are you free tomorrow?”

Tsuna was busy most of all of the time, so you were pretty surprised when he agreed to come with you on your trip to pick some things up. You had to go get a video game you’d preordered that had come out today, and then you were planning on sitting down at a cafe for lunch before stopping by your friend’s to pick up a jacket you’d left there.

You were a regular at the cafe, so you knew the guy working behind the counter pretty well by now. He took your order and then you two started catching up on each other’s weeks, since you hadn’t seen him since last Monday. Tsuna suddenly cut in, not letting him finish what he had been saying. “I didn’t know you and _____ were so well acquainted.” Looking up you could see Tsuna was smiling at the poor guy, but not a nice smile, nope. A smile that said very clearly that you better step off or you’re in trouble

The guy seemed uncomfortable as he replied that you were just a regular, and Tsuna cut him off. “I didn’t know you liked this place so much,” he said, looking down at you as he continued, “You’ve never brought me here before.”

“You were always busy,” you replied, wondering what in the world was up with him. “I don’t get to see you very often to begin with, you know.”

Tsuna didn’t respond, though the look in his eyes as he looked at you sent shivers down your spine. He didn’t wait for your coffee to be ready, dragging you out of the cafe and down the street. He took you to a little park, pulling you into the shadow of a large tree and kissing you hard and without warning.

He pulled away just as quickly, leaning so he could whisper into your ear, “Why don’t we get better acquainted, _____. Dinner? Or maybe we could go back to my place and watch a movie.”