adorable is an understatment


I’ve decided this year to do things a little differently with my “favorite anime” lists. Instead of just doing a year-end top 10 list, I’m going to do a Top 5 every three months at the end of the season (anime seasons run quarterly, as opposed to once a year like with American TV). This way I can highlight more shows, plus it will be when all the episodes are online and you can watch the shows from beginning to end.

Without further ado…

This is a cute little slice of life/comedy series about a biology teacher who is fascinated by “demi-humans,” aka monsters. He happens to have three students who fall into this category (a vampire, a dullahan, and a snow woman), plus a fellow teacher who also happens to be a succubus. He convinces the girls to do interviews with him about what their lives are like as monsters, not just for his own curiosity but to figure out how to be a better teacher for them.

If you’re expecting risque ecchi shenanigans like on shows like Monster Musume, you won’t find them here. What you will find is a surprisingly sweet and charming show featuring some extremely likeable characters (the succubus teacher who tries to hide her physical charms by wearing a tracksuit, which of course only serves to get people’s minds racing even more, is my personal favorite).

A hilarious comedy about an angel who graduates from angel school at the top of her class and is sent down to Earth for post-grad work… only to become obsessed with video games and turn into a lazy bum. Meanwhile her best friend, a demon fresh out of demon school, is entirely too sweet and responsible to be a good minion of Satan.

Throw in a fellow angel who is actually a complete sadist, and a fellow demon with delusions of grandeur, and you’ve got the recipe for some seriously funny times. Satanichia the would-be queen of the Underworld damn near steals the show. If you’re looking for some laughs this is a great show to check out.


If you haven’t seen Season 1 of Konosuba, stop what you’re doing, go watch it, then come back, apologize, and watch Season 2.

The four most inept, narcissistic, delusional adventurers in anime are back and funnier than ever. Imagine “Its Always Sunny” type humor mixed with D&D style fantasy world tropes. The jokes are nonstop with this show, with some fantastic voice acting (especially from the voice actor for Kazuma the main character). Even when the animation sometimes slips in quality, it actually makes the show FUNNIER.

I really hope we get a Season 3, I need more of the adventures of my explosion-obsessed mage, useless goddess, masochist knight and Kazutrash. I needs it, maaaaaaan.


An office worker gets drunk one night and misses her train stop. She ends up wandering into the woods and coming across an injured dragon. After helping the dragon out, she offers to let the dragon stay with her… then goes home, sleeps it off, and completely forgets about everything.

The next morning, guess who’s at her doorstep?

Calling this show cute would be the understatement of the century. It’s absolutely adorable, with the dragons stealing the show with their shenanigans. The animation style is great, with tons of colors and great character designs. There’s a genuine sweetness to the show that’s never forced or cloying. And did I mention the show is about A FREAKING DRAGON MAID?

I had a hard time deciding whether or not to give this or KOBAYASHI the number 1 spot. If it came down to which show I had more fun watching, it would have been KOBAYASHI hands down. But that isn’t a fair way to judge this show.

Make no mistake: Scums Wish is NOT a pleasant show. It’s one of the most emotionally draining experiences I’ve had watching an anime. The subject matter alone will likely turn a lot of people off, and I imagine there will be people who like every other show on my list and hate this one. But that’s okay.

The show is about two high school students who appear to be the perfect couple, but it’s all an act: they’re actually in love with other people, people who they can’t have (their teachers), and are using each other as physical substitutes to fill the emotional void.

A lot of love stories (in anime and other mediums) like to pretend that love is always fun and pleasant, and even when things get bad, they work themselves out in the end. This is not one of those shows. This show will remind you just how horrible love can be: unrequited love, loving someone who hates you in return, knowing the person you love is only using you as a replacement but going along with it because you think it’s better than not having them in your life at all. The characters in this show are all flawed, and some of them do awful things to each other… but in the end, I desperately wanted them all to end up okay. You’ll have to watch the show to find out if they do.

As always, these are just my personal top picks. I’d love to hear what your favorite anime of the year so far are. 

P.S. I know Little Witch Academia is missing. I’m waiting til the season is done to add it to any lists I do. I’m sure it will end up there. 

anonymous asked:

Can I have 6 and 100 with Yoongixidol Reader? Please 😁😁😁😍 I really Love your writings!!!



Word Count: 717

I was panicking. Scratch that; that’s an understatement. I was having a full on panic attack in my dressing room. The only thing I needed to complete my look of anxiety was a brown paper bag to breathe in and out of. My prayers were answered when my boyfriend Yoongi burst through the doors.

He closed the door slowly behind him and locked it and then proceeded to stride over to me myfigure crept up against the wall with my chin tucked behind my bent knees.

“Y/N..” He soothed, brushing my hair as I try to fight back some sniffles. “C’mon babe, it’s not like it’s the first time,”  he says moving to sit next to me and putting an arm around me.

I nod. He’s right. I’ve performed on stage numerous times, but never at an award show with my peers sitting in the audience and my family and friends watching on T.V.

“I know. It’s just there’s so much that could go wrong to night. I’m not in a group like you, so I’m all alone up there and it’s just terrifying.  ”

“Stop that. You’re not going to mess up-”

“I might not. But it’s the possibility that I could that scares me.”

Yooning huffs and gets up off the floor. “C’mon,” he says extending his hand out to me. I shake my head stubbornly. “No. I just want to sit in this corner forever and die. They’ll call me idol-corner lady and I’ll sing facing in the opposite direction because I can’t handle their stares.” I know I’m being dramatic and most of what I’m saying is being swallowed by my hair but it’s just how I feel right now. Yoongi isn’t having it though. He pulls me up and takes me by hand out the door. I whine as we walk down the narrow backstage halls which earns me a few glances which I ignore. I can’t afford to be self-conscious about my looks either.

Eventually we reach Bangtan’s dressing room and Yoongi pulls me inside and sits me down on the couch in the centre of the room. I greet the others who are around either sleeping, on their phones or getting ready.

“Y/N! Hey how are you?” Taehyung says giving me a big hugh which I surely needed. Yoongi brushes him off saying, “She’s fine. Fine.” Even though of course i’m kind of the opposite of fine?

Yoongi gathers the members to sit around me on the couch and he stands before us. “Everyone. Y/N is performing tonight and she is nervous because she will be alone on stage. So we are going to have a pre-performance where she can have the best company there is; me” He says smirking at the end. The boys whoop and cheer and Yoongi pulls me up. He plays my song and motions for me to start singing. I’m not nervous singing in front of the boys though. I’ve been dating Yoongi for a while now so I’ve gotten used to them and began to feel very comfortable around them like I would brothers.

I sing and do my choreography, turning back and laughing at Yoogi’s generic girl-group dance moves behind me. He twirls me and mouths the lyrics “I love you” to me which gains cheers from the small crowd we have in the dressing room.

Yoongi being to pop out of from behind my sides making me laugh and then he twirls me again. He tries to mirror my choreography at the break but he’s failing miserably and Namjoon and jin are hasty to call him out on it. He slyly flips them off though and turns his finger into a dance move, pretending to do the disco.

Eventually the song ends and we received a standing ovation and I get reassurance that I’ll do amazing later on during the real performance.. Everyone comes over and embraces me in a group hug so tight i can barely breathe but I don’t care. Eventually we are hugging for a bit too long and Yoongi shoos everyone away from me.

Yoongi sits down and pulls me next to him. “Thank you.” I say, laying my head down on his shoulder. “Anything for you. You’re my soulmate and you will do amazing.”


Hello! Thank you so much for liking our works! Thanks for requesting too and I hope you enjoyed the imagine. :)


Your Face Between My Thighs

Summary/Prompt: After a long night out, both Tyler and I had longed to touch each other. To grope onto places that were in fact inappropriate to grope in public. The only feeling I wanted that night was feeling Tyler’s scruff on my inner thighs.
Length: 2354 words
Warnings: smut af, language, nsfw, oral sex, drinking
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So its been about a year and a half since i last posted an imagine on here, so I thought why not now. Hopefully you guys enjoy this. Feedback and requests are also highly encouraged.

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

Was this really about to happen? I was fully aware of what exactly was going on around me, yet my mind wasn’t fully processing who was in front of me at this very moment.

As he spoke to me about something that had happened to him earlier, I couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. They were enthralling, like sparkling kaleidoscopes of colour. His brown-mahogany orbs scintillated with a mischievous glint that could be noticed next to the umber that rimmed his iris. They glow with humor and playfulness that never seem to escape his eyes. And for some reason, they looked like they had seen a lifetime, when in reality they had only seen a fraction.

Keep reading

Newt Scamander X Reader – Only Friend Part 1 of 3

Description – The reader meets Newt in their first year at Hogwarts and their friendship goes through the years at school.

A/N – I was up at 5AM with this in my head and I finished it at 10AM but then I had to go to work so I couldn’t upload it till now. 8 pages long, so proud. I’m thinking of doing a part 2 with the ball itself, what do y’all think?

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Link to Part 2 -

Link to Part 3 -

First Year

Your heavy bag weighed you down as you pelted down yet another identical hallway to your next Charms class. If you didn’t hurry, then you would most certainly be late once again and that was something that you really couldn’t afford right now. You constantly tried to be a good student but with all the moving staircases, trick doors, and such, it really didn’t take much to disorient a clumsy student such as yourself.

As time marched forward, you pressed on, struggling to keep pace as you ran out of breath. It was when you ran around a corner that you slammed into another student. Both his books and yours skidded across the stone floor.

“S-sorry.” The boy stuttered, hurrying to reach his scattered notes with shaking hands.

“No, it was my fault, I’m sorry.” You apologised, helping gather everything up, no longer caring if you were late to your lesson; you had always been raised to believe that if you created a mess then you should stop and help fix it.

The boy couldn’t find the words to respond. Nobody had ever apologised to him before, mainly because they all found him to be weird. It surely meant that you didn’t know who he was then because no one in their right mind would apologise to the “Freak of Hogwarts” Newt Scamander.

You looked down to his books, the main titles were ones such as, “The Heroism of Killing a Creature” by Vladimir Greystock, “The Only Uses of Animal Parts” by Henrietta Bagmiles, and “The Trapping of Magical Creatures” by Elie & Brunhilda Gardham.

“Jeez, that’s a lotta books about killing creatures. Why do you want to hunt them so badly?”

Newt was taken aback by the question, it meant that unlike the other students, you really didn’t know who he was or about his interest in preserving the lives of magical creatures, “I- I don’t. I-it’s just that the material on magical c-creatures is somewhat sparse and the only people who know w-where they are do so b-because they h-hunt them. I-I-I’m going to change that.”

It was only after the bold statement that Newt lost his little confidence again, he was awaiting the taunting laughter, name calling, or some other such manner of teasing; perhaps a hex or jelly-legs jinx of some form.

“Wow,” you beamed a toothy grin, “That’s really cool. I’m (Y/N).”

You stuck out your hand, Newt recoiled momentarily, wary of some new form of prank. You waited patiently and after about a minute he gently grasped your hand, you shook it heartily. For a fleeting second Newt dared to look you in the eye, he was astounded when he found your gaze to hold no malice or contempt, just genuine happiness that he had shook your hand.

“So, do you have a name or am I stuck to calling you new friend?”


“Yep, we shook on it, didn’t we?”

“R-right. I’m Newt Scamander.”

“Newt? That’s a funny name.”


“Yeah, I like it though. Muggles don’t have names like that, but I’m finding that a lot of witches and wizards have great names like that.”

“You’re muggle-born?”

You nodded, unashamed, despite some of the mean comments you had received due to your heritage; it seemed that you were one of only a small handful of muggle students, perhaps that would one day change.

“It’s okay though,” You beamed with pride, “because I’m in Hufflepuff and they haven’t had much to say about it. Hey, check out your tie, I guess you’re in Hufflepuff too. How come I haven’t seen you in the common room before?”

“Oh, I um, I usually spend time in the l-library. S-so who bullies you? Is it the S-slytherins?”

“Hmm, no, not in particular. It’s mostly Gryffindors, I guess all that bravery gives them something to hide behind. We’ll see how they hide from a good hit in the nose though, see ‘em try to magic their way out of that. Say, are we going to just sit on the floor and talk or are we going to head somewhere comfier? How about the common room?”

Newt swallowed, he had never had a friend, not even one in his own house. If you were truly his friend then surely, he could confide something, albeit something small, other things would come later, “I don’t f-find the common room to be all that c-comfortable.”

“Oh… Well how about the owlery? Since you like animals so much. I’d say the paddock but I’m not supposed to be seen right now, seeing how I’m accidentally missing class right now, never mind though. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.”

“Okay… The owlery then.”

Second Year

It had taken almost an entire year but Newt finally stopped stuttering around you. Mostly. To say he had a small crush on you would be an understatement. He adored the way you listened to all his ramblings, even when they just tapered off into a comfortable silence. Then there was the way you always remained loyal to him despite what the others told you about his strange ways, although he wished you weren’t so confrontational about it. Once someone had cursed him with a spell that made him trip into the mud whenever he tried to walk. By the time you found him, there was quite a crowd gathered and you had received a detention for punching the boy who had done it as well as throwing his wand into the lake; it took the teaches quite the effort to convince the merpeople to give it back. Another thing that added to Newt’s adoration of you was the many times you’d covered for him with the other teachers; Newt would often wander into the Forbidden Forest until the late hours of the night, it was at these times that you would create some excuse of where he really was or what he was doing.

As a way of thanks, Newt had taken you to the Forbidden Forest more than once to show you some of the creatures he had met. On occasion, you would help him build nests for the various unusual creatures that inhabited it. You even sometimes helped write notes on the creatures’ behaviours and lifestyles.

Newt couldn’t tell you his feelings of course. If he did that would surely be the end of him. He expected that a hole would appear on the ground to swallow him up; after all, stranger things had been known to happen.

“Newt?” You approached him in the owlery, disrupting his many wonderings.

“(Y/N)!” He squeaked, falling off the wall he had been perched on.

You snickered, offering a hand to help your fallen comrade.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I looked for you in the paddock but you weren’t there so I rushed over here instead.”


“Because you’re my friend and today’s super important.”

“It is?”

You eyed up Newt incredulously, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?”

You shook your head in disbelief, then pulled a card out of your cloak, “Happy Birthday Newt.” You rejoiced loudly, sending a couple of the owls into a panicked frenzy.

Fresh tears hit the back of Newt’s eyes as he took the card with tentative hands. He never made much of a fuss on his birthday since nobody else did, you on the other hand had been planning the day for months, awaiting it with eager anticipation.

“Come on, open it, open it, open it.” You bounced up and down on the spot.

Newt did and found a card with a Beagle puppy in a party hat with a colourful ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top. The inside had a crudely drawn stick figure with the word ‘Bowtruckle’ written next to it, followed by lots of X’s.

“(Y/N)…” Newt was almost speechless. “It’s lovely, thank you. I-I think it’s broken though, the- the pictures aren’t moving.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s supposed to be like that. Muggle cards don’t move.”

“Oh, right.” Sometimes Newt tended to forget that you were muggle born, “Hey um, what are the X’s?”

“They’re kisses, silly.”


“Yep,” You continued, oblivious to the Newt’s growing panic, as well as the red spreading over his cheeks that wildly contrasted his ashy brown hair, “We put them in our cards when we’re friends or family with people. Don’t wizards do that?”

“I-I-I’m not entirely sure. I d-don’t often s-send cards.”

“Hey, you’re stuttering, are you okay? Oh, are you unwell?”

You placed your hand on Newt’s forehead. He backed up as far as he could against the wall, leaning as far as he could. “Come on Newt, stay still, you’re too tall for me to reach up there.” You pandered, “If you’re unwell it’s okay, we can go to the hospital wing.”

“I-I’m fine, I just liked the card, that’s all.” Newt’s voice was still fairly squeaky until you relented and backed off, giving him some room to breathe.

“Alright. Oh, I need to give you your gift.”

“Y-you got me a gift?”

“Of course I did, now close your eyes, I left it at the bottom of the stairs so you wouldn’t see it.”

Newt did as ordered while you hefted his gift up the spiral staircase. You set the gift down in front of him with a light thud. “I uh, couldn’t find anything to wrap it in,” You stated, “but you can open your eyes now.”

Once again, Newt followed your instruction. In front of him sat a brown suitcase. He reached out for it delicately, stroking the smooth leather in awe, “(Y/N), it’s beautiful.”

While Newt truly did find it to be the best thing he had ever received, he would have said the same thing about any item presented to him by you, even if it were just a leaf you liked; any gift from you was sure to be precious.

“That’s not the best part.” You twitched excitedly. “It’s enchanted, you can climb in it and everything. Not sure why you would, but you never know. It’s so you can travel like you wanted. I know you can’t really use it now but when you’re older you can go everywhere and have enough room to keep, like an entire house in there. There’s even a muggle mode so they won’t catch on.”

Newt looked up to you guiltily, “(Y/N)… Those kinds of enchantments don’t come cheap… How much did you-”

“Not another word Scamander, this is my gift to you – no returns or exchanges. The cost doesn’t matter.” You folded your arms to show that you meant it. It truly didn’t matter that you’d saved up for the better part of a year to buy him the gift, your logic being that you didn’t have any other friends to buy for since they avoided you because of Newt.

“Thank you (Y/N), thank you.”

Newt wanted to hug you for the thoughtful gift, instead he reached out, unsure of what to do, pulled back his hand temporarily, then settled for patting your shoulder awkwardly. You smiled brightly, as far as you were concerned Newt had practically jumped on you in his own way; any form of contact was his very own, anxious way of showing affection.

Third Year

Newt searched the castle grounds frantically for you. He had heard about a particularly rough interaction between you and another student over your muggle heritage and although the stories of what had happened changed between each passing student, one thing was for sure, you hadn’t come out on top.

“Excuse me. Pardon me. Please let me through.” Newt rushed past the milling students, searching over the tops of their heads in the hope of finding the merest glimpse of you.

“Oy, creature lover, looking for that filthy excuse of a date you have?” A Slytherin heckled, much to the delight of several other students.

Newt froze in front of the Slytherin, wishing that he could be braver or even simply look the other student in the eye, “(S)he’s not my- Never mind… W-where i-is (s)he?”

The student sneered, proceeding to take the mick out of Newt’s stutter, “T-t-try the b-b-b-broom closet where all the l-l-losers b-b-belong.”

Newt rushed to the nearest broom closet where he could hear you whimpering from within. The throng of students had since dispersed, each heading to their own classes.

“(Y/N), is that you in there?” Newt called through the door.

“Go away.” You yelled through a muffled sob.

“(Y/N), please come out. At least tell me what happened, please? I promise there’s no one else here, it’s just me.”

“No. Go away Newt. I don’t want to talk.”

“I’m not leaving (Y/N), not until you tell me what happened.”

There was a long pause before you answered. “I lied to you.”

“About what?”

“Every time I said it didn’t hurt when I got called names. Why does it even matter what my parents are? WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE MUGGLES?”

“… I don’t hate muggles. In fact, I think muggles are wonderful. (Y/N), I’ve seen you fight your way through three years of this, whatever’s happened now can’t be too bad really can it. Now come on, come out here.”

“I’m not coming out.”

“Then let me in.” The words came out as a frantic plea.

There was no sound for what felt to Newt like an eternity, during which he feared he had lost you. Then, much to his relief, he heard the latch click open. When Newt entered, he slammed the door behind him, locking it as promised. The second he saw your face he knew the reason you were so upset. Words such as ‘freak’, ‘pathetic’, ‘worthless’, and worst of all ‘mudblood’ were scrawled over every inch of your face with a scabbing spell; the resulting scabs leaving trails of blood mixed with tears down your previously smooth skin.

“Oh (Y/N).” Newt whispered, reaching out cautiously.

The gentle tone of his voice brought on a fresh bout of tears, you collapsed into his arms. Newt held you tightly against him, slowly lowering himself and you to the floor while you wept. For once in his life, Newt never had to wonder what to do or how to do it, the time spent with his animals had taught him to gently stroke your hair and whisper soothingly.

It was after that day that you allowed yourself to be more vulnerable around Newt, so long as it was just him. In those moments, Newt was always a natural at calming you down and cheering you up with various random facts.

Fourth Year

When the fourth year rolled in, the school announced that the fourth years and above would be taking part in a Christmas Ball.

Ever since the announcement students had flocked to their sweethearts to ask them out and in truth you yourself had received a few surprising invites; each of which you’d turned down in the hopes that Newt would ask you.

Newt had spent endless nights pacing around the empty common room thinking of ways he could ask you to the ball without stuttering or messing the thing up entirely. Should he ask you as a friend even though he wanted to be so much more? If he asked you would he be too scared to dance, to touch you? Would you kiss him? Would you punch him? Could he be bold? Was it wrong to ask by owl? There were simply too many unforeseen possibilities, too many questions. As such, he left it, convincing himself that he would ask you the next time he saw you; it was always ‘next time.’

The days rolled by, turning into weeks. Most students already had their dates, outfits, and entire evenings planned out and you were still alone, hanging your hopes on Newt. You had long since caught onto his crush on you, he was hardly subtle about it, and from your long time spent with him you definitely had feelings for him in return.

One week away from the ball you were lying awake in your dormitory when you heard a crash from the common room, followed by a muffled “Bugger.” You grinned, getting up from bed to find Newt; it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t woke any of the other students or if he had then they didn’t care enough to check out the source of the sound.

When you reached the common room, you saw that Newt had tripped over one of the many throw pillows left by the other students.

“Lumos.” You whispered, summoning a bright light from your wand.

Newt shifted backwards, tripping into a yellow beanbag with a mumbled “Oh dear.”

“Newt, calm down, it’s just me.”

“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God, I thought I was going to get in trouble for being out past curfew.”

“Yeah well… Hang on, what happened to your shirt? Jeez Newt, you’re bleeding. Give me a sec.”

You cast your wand around the room, lighting the candles and bringing light the room once more. Upon closer inspection, you saw that Newt’s hair was dishevelled, he was covered in dried mud, and that three large gashes ran from his neck to his stomach; fortunately, they weren’t too deep.

You sighed despondently. During your years with Newt, you had become handy with medicinal magic, learning it after you’d seen his other injuries. Some had left scars where you had been too inexperienced or had done a quick patch job but more often than not you had healed him to perfection.

“Alright,” you nodded, “Take off your shirt, let me see what I’m working with here.”

Newt turned crimson, averting his gaze from you. Although you had seen it all before he still got embarrassed every time you had to treat one of his injuries; mainly because it usually involved him removing an article of clothing. Nevertheless, he did as instructed, removing his tattered shirt and getting up to sit on the desk chair where you usually treated him.

“How’d it happen this time?” you asked, stroking lightly at the edge of the first scratch with your thumb to see how deep it truly was.

“Just found out that you need to bow to a hippogriff first. Didn’t get away in time.” Newt muttered in response.

“Ah, I see. Was it Jerry?” You summoned a sponge and water from across the room to clean the wound before healing it.

“J-Jerry?” Newt stuttered, trying not to focus on the shivers your warm touch brought.

“Black one with white tips, when we were watching them I named her Jerry.”

“N-no. I-it was the g-g-grey one with s-speckles.”

“Ah, that would be Wilson. Hmm?” You grunted.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I could use Terago to stop any further bleeding but healing this is tricky, maybe if I combine it with… Yes, that should do it.”

You pointed your wand to the injury, “Terago,” the remaining blood cleared away, “Episkey. Reparifors.”

As suspected, the three spells combined worked to a positive effect, leaving only sore red marks where the gashes had been.

“Alrighty then,” you grinned proudly, “you are good to go Mr Scamander.”

“(Y/N) wait,” Newt shot up off the chair, finally ready to ask you the question that had been weighing on him for weeks. “I know a few people have already a-asked you but i-if you h-haven’t answered them yet then m-maybe y-you could t-tell me, w-would you p-please… um, would y-you uh… lend me y-your potions homework.” He finished lamely, mentally cursing himself for being such a cowardly fool.

You released the breath you’d been holding, shaking your head with a weak smile; clearly you were going to have to take the upper hand. “Sure. By the way, I have something to ask you.”

“What?” he sighed dejectedly, still disappointed in his failure.

“Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?”

“What?! No!”

You raised your eyebrows, “No?”

“Not no. I mean yes but… Oh God I ruined it. I was supposed to ask you and then you did and this is all my fault. I couldn’t just get the courage to ask you because then it would have been perfect and everything would have been-”

You could have watched Newt babble the night away but you decided to end his suffering quickly, “Newt, sweetie, calm down. It really doesn’t matter who asks who, does it?”

“Well… No, I suppose not.”

“So? Is it a yes?”

Newt reached out to hug you, barely hesitating at all now, “Yes.”

Happy 51st Birthday to Jeffrey Dean Morgan & Much Love to Negan's Thirst Squad!

Not only do I want to wish a happy birthday to the man who is responsible for this amazing fandom, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, but I also want to send out a big basket of sunshine and smiles to the entire group of amazing girls and guys that make up Negan’s Thirst Squad!

I’ve run a fan group or two in my day but this experience kind of popped up out of nowhere, and it has made an indelible impression on me. Just out of my love for Jeff and my need to collect his gorgeous gifs by reblogging, boom, my tumblr exploded into sparkling pink heart confetti (a.k.a. all of my nearly 4,400 followers, hehe!). It has been an absolute blast getting to know you guys, enjoying the photos you post, reading your fanfics, writing for you, and making real friends.

I ADORE YOU, and that is an understatement. Thank you for making my 2016-2017 so damn amazing. Cheers to Jeff’s 51st year! Wishing him a lifetime of health and happiness, and the same to all of you!

negans-dirty-girl 💋

Originally posted by mypapawinchester


Day 11

Imagine Being Mates To Sam And Paul

For My Followers

To say you’re loved is an understatement, your adored, cherished, worshipped, protected, and coveted.

There is an army of wolves ready to guard you at a moments notice mostly from boredom.

Nothing from the pack or your friends can even come close to what you have with Sam and Paul.


You’re sitting against a book shelf reading Harry Potter when you hear them.

“Paul we just have to patient,” a gruff voice lectures from behind the shelf.

“But I want to meet them. Sam I love you but we can both feel the gap,” another voice grumbles. You’re almost annoyed that they are interrupting the peaceful library setting but you’re also intrigued at their conversation.

“I know Paul, I know,” Sam sighs. You crane your neck and look though a gap in the books at the pair. Both are muscular, tall, dark haired men.

“I’m just impatient,” Paul mutters so Sam takes his hand.

“I understand,” Sam says and kisses Paul on the cheek. It’s sweet and intimate, suddenly you feel as if you’re intruding on a private moment.

In that second you accidentally shove a book out and it falls on Paul’s feet.

“What!” he exclaims and they both jump in shock. You immediately reach out the hole to try and grab the book only to knock more down.

“Sorry!” you squeak and peek your head out. “My bad.” Looking up you expect angry faces when you meet the gaze of the men, but when your eyes connect their expressions go blank.

You stare at them oddly as they just watch you.

“Uh, hi?” you greet.

“It’s her,” Paul whispers.

“She’s gorgeous,” Sam utters and you blush.

“I’m (Y/N),” you offer.

“I’m Sam and this is Paul. Would you get coffee with us?”


After coffee you ended up spending the whole day together laughing and having fun.

Your life changed completely that day, you never expected to ever find one true love much less two.

Sam and Paul are a dream to be with and when you met them things just seemed to click into place.


“What are you thinking about?” Paul whispers into your ear. You’re all snuggled into bed after a long day.

“How lucky I am,” you answer.

“We’re the lucky ones,” Sam corrects and nuzzles his head into your neck. You’re in the middle of them and they have their arms slung over you haphazardly.

“Everything is perfect with you,” Paul adds and kisses your cheek.

“It is perfect,” you mumble as sleep takes you.

It couldn’t be more perfect.

What? I do my research..

Prompt requested by Anon- 

18- “I can’t belive you don’t like disney movies”

19- “This is where our friendship ends, right here right now”

A/N- I’m gonna dedicate this one to @winchesters-favorite-girl because she loves Disney movies and this fits!

To say you loved Disney movies was possibly the biggest understatement to ever exist in the history of understatements. You were obsessed! You just adored the songs, the characters and the story lines, and the way near enough every single one has a badass female character.

The newest one that had been released was Moana, you had seen all of the trailers and had even studied Hawaiian Demi-Gods, mainly focusing on Maui as he was one of the stories main characters.

You had already seen it, but you wanted the two boys who you called brothers to bask in it’s glory. Sam was easy to convince, he’s had a soft spot for Disney movies ever since he was a kid. 

Dean, however was slightly more reluctant. 

“Come on, Dea! Just this once, I promise you’ll love it” You begged, Dean rolled his eyes “no, and you’ve already seen it! Why do you want me and Sam to see it so badly?” He asked, he was trying to get some research on the British Men Of Letters, he needed a break.

“I want you and Sam to see it because it’s amazing and I don’t want to look like a loner. Now, come on, lets gooo” you said tugging on his arm, trying to get him out of the chair. 

Dean chuckled lightly at your eagerness, “you and Sam just go without me, I’m not really into Disney movies anyway” he said causing you to stop and stare wide eyed at him. 

“You… you don’t like Disney movies? This is where our friendship ends, right here right now” You said in disbelief, you heard Sam release a quiet “uh oh” before he sat down, he knew you were going to rant, he found them amusing. 

I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies! They are the soil of every persons belonging, the heart and soul of every child’s dream!” You said dramatically, Dean closed the laptop and stared at you, an eyebrow quirked up in amusement.

“I just don’t like the whole, cheesy love story to it-” you interrupted him by jumping up from the chair you had been sat on, “but that’s the great thing about this movie! There’s no love story! It’s about this badass teenager from this Island in Hawaii who get’s chosen by the water to sail across the ocean to find this Demi-god guy names Maui so he can restore the heart of Te-fiti and save the freaking world from this curse that was released when he stole it! See, no love story, zero love. Zilch. Nada. None.” You said in one breath, the boys were looking at you like you were a crazy person. 

“What? I do my research.” You said smugly, before turning back to Dean. He sighed and stood up “fine, come on lets go” he muttered, you ran in front of him “I promise you’ll love it!” You called behind you. 

No Kids Allowed

Title:No Kids Allowed

Synopsis: Chloe sends Trixie off to her first ever sleepover, so she can have a sleepover of her own.
Rating: M
Notes: Sorry I vanished there folks. Deadlines in real life had to take precedence over this. But I’m hopefully back for a while now!

“Okay babe, now you be good for Laura. Don’t eat too much sugar,” Chloe pressed a kiss to the top of her daughter’s head.

“I won’t mommy, I promise.”

Chloe almost believed her. But she had no time to wrangle a real promise out of her because Trixie was practically bouncing in her mother’s arms, desperate to rush away to the car that was waiting for her.

Securing the latch of her little backpack again, Chloe let her go at last and held back a laugh at how fast Trixie dashed towards the people carrier that was parked on the curb.

Chloe herself remembered sleepovers fondly from her childhood. Her house had been the one that all kids wanted to come over to because it was so big. They’d had movie nights and pillow fights and everything a kid her age should have.

The pool also probably had something to do with her friends eagerness to be around her but that was neither here nor there.

Keep reading

Blind Dating {S.M}

requested// imagine where your best friend’s boyfriend is on the hockey team with Shawn and you go to the game and they introduce you to Shawn

author’s note// this imagine has a lil twist like i’m kind of obsessed w/ it. 

masterlist || link to part two

Joey’s hand slipped into yours, his fingers lacing through yours, slightly putting your nerves at ease. His fingers pressed firmly against your knuckles. It made you feel a whole lot better, but it really didn’t expunge all of the tension of the situation. 

“Y/n, it’s completely okay, he’s hot.” Joey insists as he leans over a bit, whispering so no one can hear you. You turned your head and looked up at him, giving him a weak smile. 

“I sure hope so.” You huffed, giving Joey’s hand a squeeze. 

“Y/n you saw a picture, now you’re just trying to be difficult.” Joey nudged against you, causing you to bump into a couple of girls in front of you in line. You instantly received looks of antipathy from those girls. 

“No, I am not. Joseph. I am not getting my hopes up.” You straightened your spine, pulling your hand away from his. 

“First of all, stop calling me Joseph I am most certainly not the guy with the technicolor dream coat. Second of all, stop being so damn picky! I’m literally in line to buy you some fruit gushers and I got you into this game for free, so give me a break.” He insisted. You rolled your eyes at him a bit. 

“It is only because your boyfriend is on the team.” You nudge Joey just a bit. 

“And Shawn has been handpicked by my boyfriend for you, and if you haven’t noticed, Leo has impeccable taste.” Joey flipped some imaginary hair. You rolled your eyes yet again. Joey felt bad for you. It was obvious. Your boyfriend of two years (you started dating freshman year and it lasted two whole years, it was a serious relationship) dumped you for the new girl as soon as he laid eyes on her. It was very insolent and insensitive, and for two months you were completely broken. All of your friends, especially Joey, did everything they could to get you out of that self loathing funk. And just a couple weeks ago, they did, and you felt things start getting back to normal. So of course, Joey decides it’s perfect time to get you a new boyfriend. So of course, Joey asks his own boyfriend to pick a guy from his hockey team. So of course, Leo chooses Shawn. Shawn is great at hockey, but he is also a singer who is a little bit internet famous and went on a tour over the summer to meet some fans and he also is going to release an album pretty soon and a world tour isn’t far behind. Basically, this kid is completely unattainable. 

“Not really he chose you.” You teased, letting a stretching grin spread across your face as you looped your arm through his. 

“Okay, now that hurt. And now i’m not buying you fruit gushers.” Joey pulled his arm away, and started to walk off. 

“Joey!” You shrieked, grabbing his hand and pulling him back in line. “I’m sorry, Leo has amazing taste. You are such a catch, you’re a literal model, if you weren’t gay I would date you so fast. I’m literally in love with you.” You pulled at his arm, him giving you disapproving looks as he knew you were kidding. 

“Jesus, I didn’t realize you wanted those fruit gushers so bad. I might need to tell Leo to rethink, cause you’re so needy.” 

You an Joey sat down in the very front, since Leo had reserved the seats so you could get a good look at Shawn in action, and Joey could see Leo. It was awkward. You were surrounded by the parents of these boys and they occasional girlfriend. One of the girlfriend’s of one of the player came up to Joey and hugged him. It was really weird. It’s like they had a secret society for the lovers of the hockey players. 

“He is number fourteen.” Joey leaned over to you, pointing to a really tall guy that currently had control of the disk… or ball? Or whatever the hell you called those things. He was cute. Okay, cute was a tad bit of an understatement. He was absolutely adorable on about seventeen different levels. He was someone you legitimately wanted to date. Like actually date. You wanted to tell yourself that you should not be basing your feelings towards someone strictly off of appearance. But dang, he was freaking precious. 

“You approve?” Joey nudges you a little bit, his eyes still glued to his own boyfriend. 

“Oh yeah.” You huffed. 

You weren’t gonna lie, Leo did pretty good on this. 

The game was over. Joey said they won, which is good because he would be in a good mood, and it’d be a whole lot better than if they lost and he was all salty and whatnot. 

So naturally, you stood awkwardly by the locker room along with the girls you sat near during the game, as they all tried to one up each other in whose boyfriend was the hottest, or the best hockey player, or whatever. Shawn won all of them by a long shot. 

“Joey, you coming to the game next weekend? It’s away.” A girl with incredibly long jet black hair questions him, as all the heads of the girls turn. You’ve learned that Joey makes most of them slightly uncomfortable, but some are his close friends. 

“Yeah, y/n here may possibly be coming along.” Joey elbows you in the ribs a bit. 

“Why is she here?” Some girl with hair as curly as a labradoodle scoffed, shooting daggers at you. 

“Leo set her up with Shawn.” Joey shrugged nonchalantly. All of the girls’s mouths dropped, and you could tell they were about to say something. 

But then the boys walked out. And the squealing started. They all ran to their respecting boyfriends, pushing through the players without girlfriends to get to their man.

“Oh my god, you did amazing!”

“You were the best one out there!”

“I love you so much!”

You kinda stood there, with Joey, as you both waited for Shawn and Leo. Joey looked over at you, giving you a weak smile right before you saw them. Joey walked quickly over to Leo, embracing him hugely as Leo kissed him on the cheek. Some girls, and even some players, got quite a bit uncomfortable. That pissed you off, because you hated people like that. You wanted to scream at them. Leo and Joey were just like them. 

But your attention was drawn away when Shawn patted Leo on the back and started to walk towards you. His white teeth flashing at you, nearly blinding you. His long strides seemed to take forever, and you felt the gazes of all the girls land firmly on you. 

“You’re Y/n, right?” His hand went behind his neck, rubbing it a bit. The sweat was glistening on his forehead, and he looked as cute as anyone could possibly look in that oversized jersey thing. He was adorable. You found yourself at an utter loss for words. 

“Umhum.” Was all that you could manage to get out. 

“Leo told me about you. He said you were Joey’s best friend, and you were super into film making and stuff?” Your cheeks turned red. Some people thought film makers were crazy, at least at your school they did. They called you freaks and nerds. “I think that’s super cool.” Your shoulders slumped in a relaxed form, his words putting you at ease. 

“Thanks. What you do on the ice is super cool too.” Your hands entwine in front of you. His face turned a shade of pink, which could easily be mistaken for him being sweaty. 

“Thanks for coming.” He laughed a little. “To the game I mean. I saw you, and I got excited. From the second Leo showed me your picture I couldn’t wait to meet you. Of course, the photo didn’t do you any justice. You’re beautiful.” Your face begins to burn. 

“Thank you. You are pretty… um good looking yourself.” You look down at the floor, smiling, not being able to look him in the eyes. 

“Yanno, I know we were supposed to go on a double date with Joey and Leo.” He started, “But we could go somewhere. Just us.” He suggested. Almost instantaneously, you nodded. 

“I’d love that.” Shawn’s eyes lit up and he took your hand entwining his fingers with yours. 

And for some reason, his hands entwined with yours calmed you much more than Joey’s. 

author’s note// THIS IS TRASH YOU GuuuuUUUySS i’m so sorry this had so much potential and went strAIght to the gutter the next one will be better i promise. 


Pavel Chekov x Reader

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Author: Me (alliwriteistrash)

Length: 901 words

Prompt: could you write an imagine with playboy Chekov? by a lovely anon

Warnings: None

There are a lot of things that surprised you. The way Dr. McCoy acts all grumpy and annoyed, but is actually the biggest mother hen of the crew surprised you. Noticing Spock just barely smiling, when he thinks no one is looking at him, surprised you.
But the thing that surprised you the most was, that the sweet innocent looking navigator was a real playboy. Pavel uses the cheesiest pick up lines, but somehow they work for him. He just needs to look at someone with his ridiculously bright eyes and he got them wrapped around his little finger.

You were quite relieved that you weren’t one of his targets, since you liked him and didn’t want to be just another person he drops like a hot potato, once he had enough.

Until today.

You were just working on something you need to translate for your superior Uhura, when you noticed a shadow behind you. Thinking that it was just someone who wanted to talk to your colleague, you ignored it, when you heard the person clearing their throat.  

“Excuse me, Miss. I just wanted to tell you, zat you look extremely beautiful today. Ewen more than you usually do, which I zought would be impossible,” he said confidently, while leaning against the console right next to you effortlessly.

You could feel your cheeks getting warm as you just stare at him, not believing what was happening. But he didn’t give you any time to reply, and it would have taken you a lot of time to find an answer that wasn’t stuttered.

“See you later, [Y/N]”, he spoke again, smiling at you, before leaving you alone to your thoughts again. Did he really just flirt with you? That couldn’t be possible. For 2 years you thought he didn’t even knew you exist and now, he seemed to be interested in you.

No! You have to stop thinking like this. You know that this is how he gets all those people to swoon like teenagers and you won’t be part of it!

So you ignored each and every of his compliments and there were a lot of them. It hurt like hell knowing that he is only playing with your heart, but you were too proud to show it.

After a whole week of him trying to woo you, you had enough. And by enough, I mean you snapped at him, telling him to leave you alone. You are worth more than someone whose only aim it is to leave you once he gets bored.

What you didn’t expect were the disappointed looks you got from the rest of the crew. You didn’t do anything wrong! They should look at him like that and not at you, but instead they look at him encouraging. “I never considered you to be a heartbreaker, [Y/N],” Uhura told you, before returning to her work.

Did she mean that Pavel does have feelings for you? That you weren’t some kind of toy for him? That couldn’t be possible. Everybody knows that he is a playboy!

But Nyota knew him like barely anyone else and if she tells you, that you broke his heart… then it had to be true! You broke the heart of the person you had feelings for, since you saw him the first time.

Looking around you noticed that he wasn’t here anymore, but you need to apologize. Need to tell him that you feel the same.

“Miss Uhura, may I take a break? There is something that I can’t respite anymore,” you asked, while trying not to look so in a hurry.

“Of course, take off for today. I’ll order someone else here to finish you work,” she replied, chuckling slightly, that caused you cheeks to get hot, before she added, “Oh and [Y/N] Chekov is in the observatory room…if you are looking for him”, with a smug face.

With a nod, you excused yourself, walking slowly to the lift. But as soon as you reached the right level, you ran towards the observatory room, apologizing to everyone on your way, not stopping until you entered the room.

Immediately you felt his gaze on you. This wasn’t the right time to be shy. Right now you need to be as brave as you can be.

“Chekov, we need to talk. Right now,” you started, standing in front of him. He looked hurt and confused. Clearly not knowing what you want from him after you told him to leave you alone.

“Pavel, you need to be honest with me. Do you truly have feelings for me, that go beyond friendship?”, you asked boldly.

“I-… Yes, I do. But I get it. You don’t feel the same way and zat’s okay. We still can be friends”, he answered, his cheeks slightly pink as he looked at his feet. To say that he looked adorable was an understatement.

“No we can’t be just be friends Pavel”, you stated. He looked hurt, but not like he would start to argue.

“But we can be something more… if you want. How about we talk about it over lunch? I’m starving”, you added, as you watched his expression changing from hurt to delighted.

“Of course! Let’s get you something to eat and then we’ll talk about our first date and future relationship” he said brightly, as he linked your arms, before taking you to the mess hall.

boyfriend! Mark Lee
  • so there’s hesitance and loTS O F THA T ISH at first
  • Mark isn’t really a shy person but with you everything about him takes a 180 degree turn
  • his awkwardness which was probably just a 7 on daily basis skyrocketed to 812472384.732276 with you
  • because like
  • to think HE–Mark Lee–ended up with such a beautiful ethereal being
  • fr tho the boy could hardly believe it at first
  • when you uttered those 4 words in reply ‘i like you too’ [insert Mark’s ‘OH MY GAWD’ ‘DUDE ARE U SRS RN’]
  • the next day he literally thought that Taeyong was joking when he said he had a date with you
  • poor boy thought he was dreaming
  • but yeah, he really, really likes you don’t mess this up mark
  • tbh that would be an understatement bc the lovesick puppy adores you
  • y’know those guys who NEVER. FRICKING. SHUT. UP. about their girlfriends?
  • straight up yeah he’s one of them
  • the members are like yeah ok we’re happy for you two mofos and all, but like mark shut up that’s literally the 39th fact we’ve heard about her in the last hour please
  • please
  • anyway
  • when you first start dating Mark is really, quite far from smooth, but he does try his best!!
  • if anything, he’s just seriously hella awkward
  • he did try that practice flirting in front of the mirror thing but he just stopped bc he felt that that just wasn’t him and the last thing Mark Minhyung Lee wanted to do was be someone other than his absolutely fully capable swaggy-ass self
  • he really does care about you tho, and is always genuinely interested in what you have to say
  • he asks all of those questions like, ‘How was your day?’ and ‘What are you doing right now?’ when you’re apart, and not bc he saw all of those guys in the movies do it, but he is actually interested in probably everything that has to do with you and yes he is authentically curious on how and why Donghyuck was pissing you off again and yes he can relate 110%
  • he giggles a lot
  • but you don’t mind bc you find it cute that he finds you cute enough to cutely giggle at every cute thing you cutely do
  • would probably start giggling at the most random of times too, for things that people wouldn’t normally find amusing
  • ‘what’s so funny?’
  • ‘you did this thing with your nose just then, like, you scrunched it up, like this–it was cute’
  • skinship is foreign territory to this precious bby
  • with guys yeah sure no problem wassup man
  • but with girls
  • umm skinship ?? what ?? could ?? that ?? possibly ?? be ?? with ?? her ?? especially ?? you must be joking
  • but somewhere during those first few dates he sorta got the urge to want to hold you in his arms and just admire you like that??
  • it was just a feeling at first that he brushed off as nerves
  • but then he really, just really wanted to hold your hand and he sorta just asked on the whim without thinking about 
  • when you went like ‘hm?’ he internally face-palmed bc did i rly just think out loud again
  • but instead of saying ‘nothing’ he decided to take a leap of faith dude its just a hand come on
  • and he did that irresistible thing that cute guys always do where they put their hand on their neck and look at you with puppy eyes ugh go away mark
  • ‘c-can I hold your hand?’
  • ‘lol k’
  • and he’s a bit in awe bc that’s all it took 2 months and he couldn’t shake the feeling of the warmth he felt with your hand in his, with his heart feeling soft and butterflies fluttering around in his stomach
  • it was then he decided that he was going to marry you
  • lol jk not really tho
  • from then on Mark started to feel more comfortable with you and initiated more skinship, but he isn’t clingy and you’re both chill with that
  • it’s just small stuff like holding hands and playing with your fingers, or having his arm around your shoulder or just small touches like your legs touching or some ish like that, not anything over the top
  • not the type to cuddle often, only if you’re in need of comfort or something
  • he also enjoys hugging you
  • also not a common occurrence
  • his hugs are bear-like and really random and out-of-nowhere, sometimes he’d pick you up and spin you around ugh bYE M AR  K
  • never in public tho–NEVER IN PUBLIC
  • and it’s not bc he’s really embarrassed about it or anything, he just thinks that things like that are intimate and personal and should be kept in between the couple
  • not the over-protective type or the type to get easily jealous either–he trusts you–but if someone is giving you a hard time or is openly making moves on you, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in and help bc the last thing he wants is his precious angel to feel uncomfortable and unhappy
  • would probs just call you by your name tbh, lets be real here. i don’t think Mark would call his s/o baby because like he is one himself when he thinks of babies he thinks of ACTUAL BABIES and he’d just feel a bit weirded out
  • but even when he does there’s a certain sweetness and a different tone to his voice when he says your name. it’s hard to explain, but let’s just say that if your name was a song lyric, that would be the highlight of the song for Mark. anyone who heard would be able to tell that you were someone special to him just by hearing him say your name
  • on top of that, Mark would support you in literally anything you do. like if you got a basketball into the hoop he’d be super extra like ‘u are the most amazing being to ever exist’ even tho he could probably score like 10 in a row
  • you got an award at your graduation and Mark was hands down so damn proud, clapping the loudest
  • ‘GO Y/N!! hey, hey mister! you see that girl? thAT’S MY G I R L FR I E ND. omg–GO Y/N!!!!’
  • yo face was the shade of a sunburned red chilli but nonethless you couldn’t stop grinning
  • ‘is that your boyfriend? you’re so lucky!’
  • ‘damn straight’
  • Mark doesn’t say those three magical little words often, to anyone, really. he doesn’t say it to you a lot bc he knows you know that he loves you more than anything else in the world and that the feelings are mutual, but he does say it, when the moment feels right.
  • random rap battles in ingrish ftw
  • the term ‘boyfriend’ still makes him feel giddy don’t say it around him or he might start squealing lmao
  • in conclusion, a relationship with Mark is probably the best you could wish for in the romance department. he wastes no time at all in making you feel loved and happy, and all he wants by the end of the day is you, happy and content in his arms. he would be there for you no matter what, and it wouldn’t be an understatement to say you would be his world. there’s lots of stupid laughter over the dumbest things, and while your relationship won’t be smooth sailing all the time, you know you’re in for that long ass ride when he utters those 4 little words to you years later on one knee with a box in hand.
  • it was in that moment that you realized Mark’s laugh was the one sound that you would never get tired of hearing for the rest of your life ♡

~ ~ ~

Originally posted by zeusmayo

Well that certainly tore my heart apart became longer than expected. See this is the effect Mark has on people, if his face wasn’t beautiful I would punch him but he’s too cute do you see where I’m getting at? yeah me neither. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, beautiful person ♡ have a great day ~

Why Beatrix is important

With January 10th and 12th upon us. The Battleborn fandom is going to be exploding. Not only because holy shit we are getting a lot of fixes, UI upgrades, and several new modes. But we are also getting Beatrix. Our last DLC character.
And we are…
Excited is an understatement.
Not only is she really adorable.
Not only is she a really cool cyborg.
Beatrix is insanely smart. Insanely talented.
Terminally ill.
Yes. She’s got a chronic disease (which has yet to be completely revealed)
But this means a lot to us. It means a lot to people who dont even play!
Beatrix shows that even if you aren’t the healthiest or have underlying conditions

Imagine #1 // JB

REQUESTED // Imagine that justin tells y/n he hates her in an argument and hurts her feelings but calms her down and they make up..?

To say that you and Justin adored each other was a bit of an understatement. Four years and still going strong and you really couldn’t picture yourself without him, and you felt like that was achieved by the both of you pretending you were being recorded every time you argued. It was hard because you were competitive, something about needing to “win” an argument every time made it so hard for you to bite your tongue, but you managed. But Justin really wasn’t holding back tonight.

You had been arguing for a good three hours now and neither of you could remember what this argument had originally been about, and while you were all willing to drop it, Justin was persistent with grumbling under his breath and keeping it going. This argument was going back into the depths of your relationship, every nook and cranny, things were coming up from years ago, some from before you even started dating. You loved him but you didn’t know what would come after this.

“I always wondered why my mom was sceptical of you at first,” he murmured softly and you wondered if he was meaning for you to hear this or not, when he continued, you knew he was just trying to rile you up more, “I always thought it was because of girls I introduced to her in the past - but now I see why.”

“And why would that be, Justin?,” you snapped allowed, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, but refusing to sit by and listen.

“Because you’re only here for my money and fame,” he spoke clearer this time, colder. You didn’t know why he wanted to hurt you so badly, but it was working, “You can’t tell me that you honestly think you’d be where you are today if you weren’t with me.” 

This cut deep. You were working on your own line of natural skin care products and moisturizers, it was a company that you started with your best friend and the come up was extremely hard. It literally started from the bottom and you were still paying back the banks you’d taken loans from, finally fixing your credit and opening stores. He knew if anyone the toll it took on you not only financially but physically - you were withering away with stress, people having to force you to stop working from two seconds to eat, or sleep. This company was your life and it was all your own, how could he say that he had anything to do with it’s success?

“Really, Justin?,” you said, tears welling in your eyes and lacing in your voice. He noticed this change and paused a minute, trying to remember what started this. He couldn’t handle when you cried and he would have to be on the defense in order to stop himself from giving in.

“Yeah,” he paused, “I-I wonder why I’m even with you sometimes..,” he couldn’t believe he was saying this, but he couldn’t stop himself, “It’s times like this that I just - hate you, Y/N.”

It was then that something inside you snapped, why had you stayed here for the past three hours trying to work this out with him if he felt this way? Why had you been together, fighting rumors, hate, and lies for the past three years if he felt this way?, “Is that really how you feel?,” you didn’t make eye contact as you spoke, and you didn’t when you didn’t hear him answer. You stood from the couch, ready to make a hasty escape but he grabbed your wrist before you could.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” he spoke quickly, taking in the way that your body shook as you held back tears. This whole argument was stupid, why hadn’t he just let it drop?

“How can you tell somebody you hate them and not mean it, Justin?,” you broke then, crumpling to the floor in front of him and letting a couple of pathetic sobs leave your body as he watched, breaking more and more from the scene. He took your hands, pulling you into his lap and you weren’t capable of fighting in the moment.

“I don’t know why I said it, I don’t even know what any of this has been about,” he spoke quickly, knowing that if you tried again to exit, he wouldn’t be able to stop you, “I love you more than you can imagine, Y/N. I’m so stressed with all of this tour prep and I’m nervous about letting everyone down again - I know that’s no excuse but it’s all I can think of.”

“The last thing my mom said to my dad before she left was that she hated him,” you spoke slowly, the tears streaming never ending down your face, “Over the years she’s said the same thing: she loves him - both of us even. But my dad says that if someone who once said they loved you says they hate you, nothing will ever be the same again.”

His head dropped to your shoulder in defeat, “I’m sorry, what can I do?”

Standing from his lap, you stood in front of him, taking his hands, “I need some time.”

Justin Bieber Imagine/Drabble


I’m sorry this took so long, I haven’t done much of anything in awhile but I’m trying, I promise. Also: part two?

In a Moment of Desperation

Title: In a Moment of Desperation

Genre: Angst and fluff

Words: 4.3k I did not mean for it to be this long im sorry 

Summary: Dan struggles to find a way to tell Phil that he’s in love with him. The night he finally builds up the courage to tell him, there is a car crash on their street, and his plans are prevented.  

Warnings: car crash, seriously injured.. 

A/N: this took so fucking long and it’s probably not even worth it oh..

Excerpt:  ‘Listen Phil, I know we’ve been friends for a while, but there’s something I need to tell you’, he thought to himself. No. Too cheesy. To cliche. ‘Phil, you know when I do that thing where I look into your eyes and blush, yeah that’s because…’ he pictured the scenario. No. Too unserious. Too emotionless. Hopeless. Impossible. But it would have to happen, sometimes. Sometimes soon. Hopefully very soon. He dried the thin layer of sweat on his hand off in his jeans. Tonight, before the movie. It was essential. ‘Phil, I’m in love with you,’ he gulped. No. Too real.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

how much do you love xayah?

“Enough to say that the word ‘LOVE’ is an understatement.
More like
L I V E”

Mean Queens Ch.2 (Group Fic) - NymphCAMP

Nymph’s A/N: Welcome to the next chapter of the only thing I’ve got going for me. The feedback we got for the first chapter was so incredible and we can’t believe so many people love this little (fucking massive) project! I mean, we’re truly invested in this now, it’s what we spend 99% of our time talking about, and there’s a lot of side things (snapchats, little moments between Sharon, Alaska, and Violet) that could potentially become a thing if there is interest because a lot of it is just hilarious (I’m tooting our horn. I’m tooting it bitch). I’m just so grateful that people are interested, and I know camp is too, and I hope you enjoy this second chapter! As always, feedback is very much appreciated, just don’t make us cry.

PureCAMP’s A/N: This is legitimately the most invested I think I’ve gotten in a fic (okay that’s a lie but let’s pretend it’s true.) I’ve made so many snapchat things, which may or may not be shown in the next few chapters, and we have talked constantly about little parts, side-stories and character backgrounds and reactions that we can’t wait to write into this bitch. Thank you 1000000x times for all the lovely comments we received about this, and we hope you enjoy and want to leave us even more feedback ;) Toot or boot us, whichever way you feel inclined (hint: toots make me happy). Thanks for reading, enjoy the shitshow!

Keep reading

NCT | Gone

Genre: angst
Pairing: winwin x reader
Word count:

AN: I FINALLY GOT SOMETHING WRITTEN AFTER YEARS OMG! It’s not as good as I would have liked but I hope you enjoy!


Life was pretty good right now. Good in the sense that things were working out okay for once. You were on top of school work, you had a weekend job bringing in just enough extra money for you to treat yourself once in a while. And your boyfriend of six months, Sicheng. He was the third and final thing making life that little bit more pleasant. To say you loved him was almost an understatement. You doted on him. Adored him. He was funny, kind, thoughtful and more intelligent than he let on. Finding him was almost like finding your other half and you owed all your thanks to your best friend Mark who’d introduced the two of you.

The only slight issue in life was the ever increasing distance you felt between you and Sicheng over the last month or so. You’d brushed it off at first telling yourself that he was just staying late for dance practice or completing extra school work so he didn’t fall behind. You convinced yourself that he was just busy working whenever you’d hang out with Mark and his other friends and he wasn’t there. He loved to dance and could never be as good as he was at the moment without constant practice.

That day you decided to surprise him at the dance studio with some food. You knew that when he was dancing, time just escaped him and he often missed meals to continue practicing. As you approached the doors to the practice room you could hear the faint beat of music and decided to walk straight in knowing whoever was inside wouldn’t hear you if you knocked. When you walked in you were greeted by a bright smile. But it didn’t belong to the right person. Instead of Sicheng, Mark was inside the practice room going over a new routine. He looked up when he saw you smiling and rushed over upon seeing your disheartened look.

“Hey how come you’re here?”

“I was looking for Sicheng I thought I’d come bring him something to eat.” You replied looking around. “Is he in here?”

“No… he said he was going out to meet you actually…”

“What? He hasn’t texted me for over a week now.” You said quietly.

“Really?” Mark asked. He decided not to talk any further when he saw a small tear roll down your cheek.

“Hey…” he said quietly putting his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into him. “It’s okay… I probably miss heard him he’s probably meeting up with another one of the boys for practice.” You nodded in agreement but knew full well Mark didn’t mishear anything.

“I guess I’ll just go then…” you said feeling stupid stood there with a bag of food.

“No, stay for a while. Just because he’s not here to eat with you that doesn’t mean the food should go to waste right?” The two of you sat down on the practice room floor and ate the food you’d bought. You didn’t particularly enjoy it but it was Sicheng’s favourite so you bought it anyway. Once the food was finished the two of you sat there in silence for a few minutes. You sighed standing up and collecting the rubbish on the floor.

“Well I’m gonna head home now. Thanks for sitting with me for a while.”

“No problem, thanks for the food.” He replied. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

“No I only live a couple of streets away from here I’ll be fine.” He nodded and you said your goodbyes before turning to leave.

The walk home felt longer than usual. You used to love walking this street with Sicheng, the two of you just talking about whatever came into your heads. But walking it alone was so much more lonely and strange to you. As you came to the end of the street you passed a small cafe. It was coincidentally where you and Sicheng had your first date. As you came closer to it, you heard the familiar tinkle of the bell on the door as it opened. Apparently that wasn’t the only familiar thing in that cafe as seconds later Sicheng stepped out of the door with his arm wrapped around the waist of another girl. You gasped at what you saw catching his attention and making his cheeks turn a furious red at being caught.

“Y/n… I…”

“This is exactly what I think it is isn’t it…” you asked quietly. He nodded slowly unable to look you in the eye.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

“Save it.” You snapped turning to walk off before he could see the tears in your eyes.

You walked off past the cafe, and further down the street. When you reached the corner, you heard him call after you followed by footsteps. It was just him this time.

“Y/n, don’t go. Please.”

“Sicheng I can’t do this right now.” You said wiping away a tear as it fell.

“I still love you.”

“No, Sicheng. No you don’t. If you loved me you wouldn’t have done this. I wasn’t good enough for you clearly, don’t text me or call me again.”

You turned once again to continue walking ignoring his yelling it would only break your heart more if you didn’t. He continued to call after you but you refused to turn around. It was too late, you were gone.

- Admin Minhyuk

okay so like it’s the first time you and calum are hosting thanksgiving, your apartment smelling like sweet potatoes and green bean casserole. calum had been absolutely freaking out about it for weeks, triple-checking the grocery list three times with you before going shopping (“’m sorry babe, I just want this to be perfect”), cleaning the apartment the two of you had moved into two months ago twice completely (because “hon, it has to be perfect, okay?”), and fretting about the seating arrangements. the event would be the first time yours and his family were meeting and to say that he was nervous was the understatement of the century. though his adored you and yours already considered the bassist a part of the family, calum couldn’t help but freak out at the thought of the most important people in your life meeting his. the morning of the holiday, your boyfriend woke at nearly the crack of dawn, starting the grill and roasting the turkey in above a low flame. he’d already pulled the apple pie out of the oven and cleaned up the dishes he used to make the crust by the time you awoke, only pecking you on the lips as a greeting before he was preparing the stuffing. the furrow in his brow and tongue stuck out of his mouth in sheer concentration as he broke a sweat dicing the various vegetables was absolutely adorable; your heart swelling at the sight of calum wearing an apron that had “kiss the cook” printed across the chest. though you offered to help, your boyfriend shooed you away from the kitchen, commanding you take a shower or something as the time for your families to arrive was nearing (even if only thirty seconds after soaking yourself in the running water he poked his head in the bathroom asking, “babe, you put the dip in fridge, right?”). while blow drying you hair, you laughed in amusement as calum sprawled at least six different shirts across the bed in the mirrors reflection, standing in his underwear with his arms crossed and lips drawn into a pout (complaining, “baby, don’t make fun of me, this is a big night. I have to look good, okay?”). only when he watched your mom and his gush over both of your baby albums, your dads talk business and sports, and your siblings converse about college and the future did he truly relax. smiling as he wound his arm around your waist as your aunts and uncles settled down to play a game of scrabble and your little cousins burrowed themselves in the living room couch cushions to watch “elf,” calum pressed a kiss to your temple and muttered in your ear, “can’t wait until we have our kids someday running around here. how does that sound baby?”