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anonymous asked:

Can I request hcs with spin the bottle where the bottle lands on MC and a member of the RFA and V and Saeran? They're not dating though. I saw your thing about Jaehee. You don't have to do her if you're not comfortable:) Thank you for all your headcanons! They're so cute!

Thank you for being understanding! Hope you like these~ 


Zen:

  • After the RFA party, he asks you to become his manager
  • There was an after party after a final shoot, and you decide to go
  • A few people got a little tipsy and suggested a game of spin the bottle
  • It was all friends, so you didn’t really mind
  • You and Zen got separated from him thanks to some crazy women
  • So, you ended up sitting opposite of him in the circle
  • When it’s your turn, and you totally expect it to land on Weird Carl
  • Then the room erupts in chaos as people start “ooo-ing” and whistling
  • The bottle had landed on Zen
  • He gives a grin and scratches the back of his head
  • You’re a bit nervous about the idea of kissing him
  • Not that you didn’t think of it before
  • He gives you a small smile “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s just a game.”
  • You awkwardly move your head towards him
  • Zen cups your cheek and gently presses his lips to yours
  • You think it’s going to be short, but to your surprise he lingers longer than needed
  • You remember that there’s people in the room, so you gently push him back before he started to get carried away
  • He apologizes and is about to walk away
  • You find your boldness “It’s okay. We can finish this later, right?”

Yoosung:

  • You both had a similar circle of friends at university
  • It was no surprise that you often got invited to the same parties
  • A few of your friends wanted to get away from the loudness of the large party
  • So, you went into another room and someone suggested spin the bottle
  • Yoosung gets a bit nervous because he’s never kissed anyone before
  • And moreso, you were there and what if someone else got to kiss you before he even had the chance to confess his feelings
  • The game was torturous
  • A few times, the bottle almost landed on you, but thankfully never did
  • By the time it was his turn, his palms were so sweaty
  • He barely taps the bottle because he’s shaking so much
  • It spins once and lands on the person next to him…which was you
  • He looks at you knowing he’s really red and wide-eyed
  • He’s stammering out an apology
  • “Why are you apologizing? It’s the point of the game!”
  • You lean forward and give him a small peck on the lips
  • RIP Yoosung
  • He doesn’t stop thinking about it all night
  • When he walks you back to your place, he accidentally ends up confessing
  • “I didn’t even get to kiss you properly because of the game,” he pouts
  • You smirk, “Well, you can try now?”

Jumin:

  • You were just visiting his penthouse after work one day
  • His father calls him and asks him to attend some office party last minute
  • He really doesn’t want to go alone, so he asks you and you accept
  • For a party of CEO’s, you really didn’t expect a game of spin the bottle to come up
  • Yet it did…both you and Jumin weren’t thrilled about playing and stayed to the side
  • Somehow, Mr. Han coerced you both to join in “for fun”
  • You wanted to get it out of the way, so you offer to spin first
  • Jumin was so caught up ranting about probability in these sorts of games that he didn’t realize the bottle landed on him
  • Suddenly he went quiet
  • You really didn’t want to do it, because you thought he didn’t like you in that way
  • You were caught off-guard when he walked up to you and stood expectantly
  • “Jumin, we don’t have to,” you start rambling. “If you feel weird about it–”
  • It was a surprise when he grabbed your face and kissed you full on the mouth
  • When he pulls away, you need a moment to catch your breath
  • “Oh, sorry? Was that too intense? I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.”
  • He kept apologizing for it throughout the night
  • You kept telling him it was fine until finally you admitted you kind of liked it
  • Jumin’s just like “Well, if you liked it that much…”


Seven:

  • Neighborhood friend Tom invited him to a party
  • Oddly enough, he invited you too
  • When you got there…it was just the three of you
  • He sits you down in the living room and places an empty bottle on the table
  • He declares you three would play spin the bottle
  • And then abruptly says he needs to use the bathroom
  • But insists you two should still play
  • When Tom is gone, you and Seven just stare at each other before bursting into laughter at the ridiculous situation
  • You both figured out Tom had poorly attempted to matchmake you
  • Seven smirks and spins the bottle
  • There was no one else for it land on, so it points in your general direction
  • You get kind of flustered when he leans forward
  • Just as you think he’s going to kiss you, his head swerves to the side and he bites into an apple sitting in the fruit bowl behind you
  • “Your turn,” he adds with a wink
  • For fun, you spin it and you think it’ll land on the lamp on the other side of the room or something
  • It actually lands on him…dead accurate too
  • He teases you and leans really close to your face
  • Cue Tom coming in and “conveniently” running into the couch
  • The impact causes the distance between you and Seven to close
  • You both pull back immediately, blushing and flustered
  • Tom just ushers you out the door, thanking you for coming
  • You both agree it was the weirdest experience you’ve ever had
  • Although Seven chuckles, “So…wanna play that game again sometime?”

Saeran:

  • Seven dragged him out to an RFA and friends get together
  • He was a bit relieved to see you there
  • He was less relieved when Seven and Zen suggested a friendly game of spin the bottle
  • He was in the circle more to observe what was going on
  • Seven spun the bottle and it landed on you
  • He leaned forward about to kiss you when Saeran jutted out his hand, blocking it
  • After wiping Seven’s “kiss” off his palm in disgust….
  • He unexpectedly kissed you in front of everyone
  • He was super embarrassed afterwards and slipped out of the room
  • You followed him…mostly to ask what happened and if he was okay
  • He admitted he kind of got jealous
  • You smile and give a vague confession about your own feelings
  • You two continue the game…without the bottle

V:

  • Jumin invited you over to his penthouse for a small get-together with the RFA as well as some potential party guests
  • After at least one bottle of wine was finished, someone suggested to play spin the bottle with it
  • While a few people ducked out of the game, you decided it might be fun
  • V wants to be a good sport so he joins in
  • He can’t see though, so he finds the anticipation funny
  • It’s his turn to spin and suddenly people are giggling
  • He’s chuckling
  • “Who? Who did I get?”
  • You tap V on the shoulder and announce it’s you  
  • He breathes, “Oh good. I’m glad.”
  • Was that an indirect confession?
  • You have to initiate, so you cup his face gently and press your lips to his
  • It was short and sweet, but there was no denying a connection had been made
  • At the end of the night, he offers to see you home safely
  • And maybe asks you on a date

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GROSS: Your relationship with Han Solo, Harrison Ford in the movie, is such the kind of, you know, typical will they or won’t they? They hate each other, but that’s ‘cause they really like each other (laughter) and you know. And so you’re having that kind of onscreen relationship and in real life you’re having an affair. So how did the affair affect the chemistry on screen?

FISHER: I think it made us more comfortable with one another. I think it made me more able to wisecrack to him. Even if I was insecure, we were having an affair, so there was something to base some security on. I don’t know. Well, we were - there was chemistry there, and you can see it. So I don’t know which came first - the chemistry in the film or the chemistry in the world.

What It Means (Ethan)

Summary: You and Ethan are both Camp Counselors with a weird love-hate relationship going on.
Word Count: 3,496
Warnings: Lots of mentions of sex, sexual tension all around, sexual innuendos. Yeah.
A/N: I’ve tried to sooo hard to get my writing going, but work is sucking the energy out of me. I sincerely hope you like this imagine though! xx Also, sorry for any mistakes. I’m gonna edit this tomorrow!! xx


It was no secret that you and Ethan had a weird love-hate relationship. Some days you’d get along, and other days you’d fight like there was no tomorrow. You were both counselors at a Summer camp, this being the second year. You had met him last year and taken an immediate dislike to his cocky attitude and his confidence that he could get any girl to get on her knees for him. It pissed you off and you had wondered why the hell he had been hired in the first place. Some people would call it sexual tension, but you called it hate.

Some days, you would both get along but other days you were at each other’s throats. This was one of those days where he’d do everything in his power to annoy you, and you weren’t having it.

“Everyone pair up, grab a paddle boat and a vest. Please, stay safe and remember what we just went through.” You shouted over the sea of murmurs as the crowd dissipated to get their boats out.

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Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming: A Compilation.

whatever you do just don’t imagine riley and maya slow dancing to perfect by ed sheeran

Isak and Even look like a relatively chill couple when they are around their friends. They don’t go overboard with the whole PDA thing. And to some walking by, they would look just like five friends hanging out if they’d ignore the occasional heart-eyes those two throw at each other or the fond! laughter that is heard when one of them tells such a bad joke that even Magnus is like ??? It’s not even funny??

But Even is still Even and he loves showing his adoration for Isak through flirty comments at the oddest of times. So when all the boys are at the café, Mahdi will try to pick his coffee and flinch, hissing ‘damn that’s hot!’ and Even will just put his arm around Isak’s shoulder and sigh ‘yes, he really is…’ while smirking at him with those you’re the most adorable human being on earth eyes.

And Isak will playfully shove Even’s arm off and mutter ‘that was so lame, Even. Oh my god’ but his blush that will burst on his cheeks and the shy smile that he will throw at his boyfriend will give away how pleased and happy the comment made him.

Neighbours

Summary: You had thought moving into a new city and starting a new school would be easy. That was until you met your neighbour.

Genre: Neighbour!Jungkook + fluff/drama 

Word count: 5.3k

A/N : Part IV!!! It’s been a long, long, long time. (almost a year ffs) But here it is! Hopefully, the next updates will be much faster. Please do anticipate and criticism are very much appreciated. ENJOY GUYS!! 

Part I  Part II Part III Part IV 


You weren’t exactly sure where your position with Jungkook stood from then. Your relationship, if you could even call it that, was complicated. Twisted, bundled and full of tangled webs of confusion.

He was Jungkook and you were, well you. 

And with the way Jiyoon hated you, it was safe to say that associating yourself with the likes of him wasn’t the safest option. Neither was it an idea you particularly thought was good.

But it was fair to say that you’d always loved taking chances and Jungkook was a risk you were willing to take- willing to play against Jiyoon. 

Even if you didn’t know it just yet.

And you weren’t quite sure where in place that car journey put you even after you’d spent hours into the night pondering about it, racking your mind for something to ease you, some type of closure.

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The Walk

“His hair has gone grey. He passes every day.
They say he walks the length of the city…

He is working through the unimaginable.”

- Hamilton, Quiet Uptown


It’s fall and the leaves are dying. They brush against the polished shine of his shoes, fragile beneath his feet – brittle. He feels brittle, too. Dry and used and wasting away.

Graves’ knee plaques him. They tell him it won’t ever fully heal. He grips the walking cane a little tighter. His wand is in its center, unrecognizable. An anchor meant to help him feel less crippled. Regal and ornate like every other part of his well designed mask. A symbol of power and wealth. Like his opulent coat and his freshly pressed suits and the shoes he still shines even though he has no job to wear them to. 

Armor that has no use.

Every morning, he goes about dressing himself as if nothing happened; too afraid to stop. And every evening, he winds up here – in Central Park.

He feels thin, like water spread across a wide floor, ever spreading further and further apart from itself.

His knee gives. He grits his teeth, his breath a great and angry plume in front of his face. He breathes and the feeling passes.

He watches a group of children chase each other, hears their laughter and feels a pang for the life he’s missed.

The wind bites deeper than his coat can stand and he remembers a time he didn’t used to feel so cold so easily. He stumbles, teeth already bared to curse. He seethes. His knee pops cruelly. He dips. No one notices, no one notices

– And then there is a hand at his elbow, not holding him up but rather entwining with his until he is elbow to elbow with a familiar blue coat. Scarred hands and pleasant eyes, happy to see him. Smiling. Wrinkles from his laugh lines – so unlike his own. 

Graves’ wrinkles don’t seem to go away, lately.

“I can’t believe you started without me! I almost missed out on the best park of the walk!” Newt says cheerfully, cheeks rosy from running and from the chill.

Graves scoffs and tries to remember how his lonely evening walks had somehow become a tradition he shared with the wispy Magizoologist. A ritual that had somehow bloomed seemingly from nothing. One day, Newt was just there – and had been ever since.

“You hardly missed anything, Scamander. You accomplished in mere seconds what took me minutes to do. You could go walk it again and catch up with me without missing a beat.”

Newt falls into step with him, unhurried. Content to meander not because Graves cannot move faster, but because he genuinely seems to enjoy slowing down this aspect of his day. To breathe.

Newt tucks his chin and smiles as though he knows something Graves does not.

“It’s not the park I was afraid I’d miss,” Newt says, friendly, and begins to chatter as he always does. And calmly, Graves listens. Queenie and Tina had warned him once to be patient with the man. Something about him being a bit of an odd duck – just as quick to withdraw as he was to speak his mind. But Graves found that Newt had no trouble holding up a conversation. He spoke of his creatures quite liberally now that Graves had no power to reprimand him. He spoke of his book and his plans and his many adventures.

And despite himself, Graves finds it calming just to listen. Occasionally he engages. He asks about what creatures he has or how Newt came to acquire them; but generally he just listens, swept up in the robust passion of Newt’s words that made his own life feel thin and grey by comparison. Sometimes he just closes his eyes and lets Newt lead him - lost in the soft wonder of his voice.

He can’t help but be in awe of the sheer force of nature that is one Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.

The hand at his elbow grips him a little tighter, as though anticipating something exciting as they crest the same hill they always climb to catch the sunset they always watch. The trek leaves Graves aching and unable to catch his breath. His hand trembles fiercely on the grip of his cane, but he does not ever mention it and neither does Newt. Instead, Graves takes a deep, steadying breath and looks out at the view before them – caught as he is always caught by the sheer magnificence of oranges and purples and pinks against the dimming New York sky. He feels a little bit of the weight on his bones leave him, his body oddly light, and sighs.

“This was what I was afraid I’d miss,” Newt says softly.

“That’s the great thing about sunsets, Newt. They come back,” Graves says dryly, eyes sliding from his favorite view in the city to his companion to wryly tease him – and falls still. Newt is looking at him, smiling a little smile, and suddenly everything feels important. 

It’s then that Graves realizes that Newt had never been watching the sunset. Not this evening or the evening prior or the evening before that. He blinks, at a loss. He blames the cold on his rising flush and coughs to hide his stammer.

“An old man staring at the sky. Hardly a novel view.”

He refuses to look at the man even when Newt’s grip gets a little tighter.

“A brave man choosing to see it once again,” Newt says, certain. “I think there’s more beauty in that than in a sunset that will come regardless.”

When Graves returns to the park the next day, it’s not for the sunset.

anonymous asked:

hi mom!! idk if you listen to day6 but i saw that you mentioned jae in BM's college au so i was wondering if you could write a neighbour au for jae? you dont have to though! Thank you!! :))

listening to day6 really cheers me up!! here’s some neighbor!jae for everyone~!!

  • sungjin and wonpil tease him for being messy,,,,but his apartment is surprisingly well kept and spacious 
  • and kind of ??? aesthetic even like damn jae you even went to ikea and bought one of those cute little potted plants for your windowsill and a clock that looks like a cats face and ,,,,,,, oh my god are those,,,,,,fairy lights???
  • jae doesn’t admit it,,,,but he likes it when things are pretty and clean
  • he keeps his guitars in the living room on stands and he likes to practice on his off time 
  • and when some of the kids see him with the guitar case over his shoulder they always run over and ask if he’s a rockstar which just makes him laugh a little and he’s like “yes i totally am!” and they’re like whaTS you’re STAGE name?????? and he’s like the chicken master jokes jokes
  • some of the older people refer to him as that ‘tree boy’ because of his height and it’s kind of endearing,,,,kind of embarrassing
  • and you move in like two weeks ago and you don’t know anything about jae,,,,,but you learn very fast that he’s a musician
  • because you can hear him practicing every damn night
  • but you know you don’t want to blame him because HEY you’re a musician too, but you’re not into rock like he is,,,,,,,,no you’re into classical music and that’s why when you sit down to practice your violin you almost fall of your chair when you suddenly hear the loud speaker from next door
  • and this happens almost every night and at some point you can’t handle it 
  • so you wait until the next night when it’s about half an hour before jae usually starts to practice and you open your balcony door and step out and are happy to see that the door to jae’s balcony is also open
  • and you start to play. as loud as one can play on a violin
  • and it’s only a matter of minutes before jae is out on the balcony with a confused expression and he’s like “what are you doing practicing out here????” and you’re like “THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH FOR NOT LETTING ME PRACTICE FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS”
  • and jae is like ????????? WHAT and you’re like YOU AND YOUR DAMN GUITAR CAN SUCK IT MR PARK
  • and you think haha you have won but suddenly jae disappears inside and then comes back lugging his amp and guitar and you’re like ??? wha- and he’s like “fine, two can play at that game”
  • and you’re like “what are you gonn-”
  • but then you guessed it he starts playing there too, putting the amp on a higher volume to the point where you have to cover your ears and you’re like whatever amp or no amp you’re gonna beat this arrogant guy
  • and you begin to play on your violin and you try harder and switch to a more aggressive piece
  • and jae is strumming away banging his head like he’s at a damn concert
  • and you two must look so crazy to anyone who accidentally walks by and looks up at this balcony scene but neither of you stop
  • nope you don’t not until you’re both out of breath and the neighbors are coming out onto their balcony to tell you two to quiet the hell down
  • and you and jae are looking at each other and you’re like “meet me in the hallway we’re gonna settle this.” and you both meet up and you have your violin and he has his guitar and you’re like “let’s go to the roof where no one can bother us.”
  • and this is the silliest fight honestly and by the time yall lug him amp up the stairs you both settle down and look at each other,,,,,,,,,,and burst into laughter because GOD WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING
  • like you haven’t even properly spoken but here you are having the duel of the century
  • and jae is like “we’re kind of,,,,dumb for coming up here” and you’re like “touche,,,,,,,but here we are”
  • and jae is like “i like the violin by the way.” and you’re like “i like the guitar.” “electric guitar” “boy, don’t ruin this.”
  • and you both grin at each other but you shiver because woah it’s colder up here and jae shrugs off his sweater and hands it over to you and you thank him, putting your hands through the big sleeves like it’s the mOST natural thing
  • but then once again you two realize,,,,,,,
  • ,,,,,,you haven’t even properly spoken and yet here you are wearing his sweater,,,,,uh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • young k from somewhere: well i guess that just means you two have to date now. obviously you like each other. the end
  • jokes jokes but it’s true you obviously,,,,are both interested,,,,,like two cute musicians dating???? one classic musician one rock musician????? i think YES 
All Started With a Song// Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1238

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times.) this will be a series! i alreyad have the first 4 or five parts written but its not finished yet. lets see were this goes! please give me your feedback and enjoy! :)

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You were sitting on your bed with two of your friends, Olivia and Alice. You three had been studying, or at least trying.

“My turn to play a song!” Alice laughed, grabbing your computer.

“Yeah, not like I was using that for my homework. You know that’s why I invited you over right?” you grabbed your notebook, opening it.

“Stop being a nerd,” Olivia said, closing her book.

As soon as you heard the beat of the song, you glared at Alice.

“You know I will get nothing done if he’s playing.” You sighed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, sliding the computer to you.

You stared at the screen, watching your celebrity crush sing.

Conor Maynard.

You had been gushing over him for the past year and a half. You found him through one of Joe Sugg’s videos. And you immediately fell in love.

You had completely forgotten about your homework, you were mesmerized by him. He was absolutely gorgeous.

Your friends knew this video was your favorite, because he looked so sexy in it.

It wasn’t an original song, it was a cover. But he always put a twist on his covers.

It was his deleted video of him covering Panda. You had memorized the entire thing, seeing as it was only 2 minutes long. You didn’t start signing until the part that Conor made.

“I don’t want a good girl, I’ve been rolling with the baldest.” You sang, looking at your friends. They had their phones facing you. They were Snap chatting you singing, they always did. You knew you could sing, but you never did. You chose to pick a different career path and keep that talent hidden.

Or so you thought.

“She told me models and she told me she’s an actress.” You smiled at their cameras. They quickly lowered their phones, posting the snap. But seconds later their phones were back up, filming you singing.

“Talking about how she been everywhere up on that atlas.” Alice made a funny face, causing you to laugh.

“Doesn’t make a difference, she’ll still end up on my mattress.” Olivia and Alice were both smiling, this encouraged you to keep going.

“Fuck your 15 minutes I’m the man of the hour. No more room up in my bed, let’s take it to the shower.” Great, now you were thinking about Conor in the shower. Your cheeks got red.

“Keep going!” one of them shouted.” You laughed, finishing the song.

You three laughed, “Why don’t you sing more often!” Olivia questioned.

“I don’t know, I just feel like it’s a hard career and I don’t want to be stressed my entire life. I rather be relaxed than be famous.” You grabbed your notebook, determined to get some homework done.

But then the next song came on, and your best friends looked at each other.

“No,” you said seriously, but there was a slight smile creeping onto your face.

It was Better Than You by Conor and Rita Oar. This song always got you three hyped.

“Please, we promise we’ll study after,” Alice pleaded.

“Promise?” you asked.

“YES!” they said in unison. You knew they were lying but agreed. You three began dancing to the music, abandoning your work.

This continued for the next 3 or 4 songs. It wasn’t until you guys decided to get food that your life would change.

You grabbed your laptop, following your best friends out to your kitchen.

“Ice cream?” you asked and they nodded their heads. While you got the food they grabbed the bowls and spoons.

“This is my favorite song!” Olivia screamed, turning it up.

It was Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheer an.

After you finished dispersing the ice cream, you put it away. Alice and Olivia sat down at the island, but you stood on the other side, facing them.

You began singing along with Ed, “I’m on my way, driving at ninety down those country lanes, singing to ‘Tiny Dancer’” you swayed your hips, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.
“And I miss the way you make me feel, and it’s real, we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill,” you hadn’t realized that Olivia was filing you. But it wasn’t on a 10 second video on Snap Chat. It was a complete video.

After the song ended you heard giggles, so you opened your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, shoving yet another bite of ice cream into your mouth.

“Oh nothing,” Alice said, putting her bowl in the sink. “We should really go study.”

“Yeah, c’mon Y/n,” Olivia said, going back into your room.

The rest of the night was filled with quizzing each other and plenty of laughter.

~~

It wasn’t until the next morning that you were aware of what your friends did. You woke up to hundreds of twitter notifications, a few snap chats, 3 missed calls from Olivia and 14 texts from both girls.

“What the hell?” you asked yourself as you went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

You put some bread in the toaster, opening your messages.

From Olivia:

6:39 have you seen twitter?

6:40 Look at Twitter!

6:47 Omg are you not awake yet?

6:48 Y/n

6:48 Y/n, wake up!!

You opened your texts from Alice.

From Alice:

6:53 Omg go on Twitter!

7:01 I didn’t think you’d go viral!

7:06 He might notice you

7:14 Y/N!!!!!!!

7:14 CONOR NOTICED YOU

7:15 HE RETWEETED MY TWEET ABOUT YOU

7:15 FOR GODS SAKE WAKE UP

7:15 Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!!!!!!!

7:16 oh my god you don’t deserve this. Wake the fuck up

You froze. The toast was dropped onto the plate in front of you.

Conor noticed you.

You reread the text too many times. Then you opened Twitter.

You had so many notifications your phone froze. So you closed your phone, and opened it again, refreshing. You decided it would be easiest to go to the source. Alice. You typed in her twitter name and saw the tweet.

Alice :) @aliiibooo

@ConorMaynard wya w/ this collab ??

Attached was a video, so clicked on it. It was you, standing at your counter. You were singing, every now and then shoving a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. You cringed at the faces you made, you looked awful.

Curiosity took the best of you, and you searched Conor’s name.

Conor Maynard @ConorMaynard

What’s her twitter @aliiibooo ?

You almost peed yourself. Instead you started to hyperventilate.

But the surprises didn’t stop there.

Olivia Jones @viaoli324

her twitter is: @y/t/n , @ConorMaynard ;)

And yet, the surprises were still not over. Because then, right then. At 7:32 in the morning on the 4th of February, 2017, Conor Maynard followed you.

You immediately screenshotted the notification. You then proceeded to run to your room, rip open your computer and pull up Skype.

“You’re awake!” Olivia smiles.

“Have you seen it yet?” Alice says smugly.

“HE FOLLOWED ME,” you screamed.

They stared at you, mouths open.

“You’re joking!’ Olivia says.

“No, I’m not. It just happened. Like a minute ago. I can’t breathe.”

“Y/n! This is amazing!” Alice squeals, squeezing her blanket tighter.

“Oh… my… god…” you stared at your phone, a new notification popping up.

Conor Maynard

Hello Y/n. I saw the video of you singing. You’re really good. How do you feel about doing a cover with me?

Bump in the night

Paul x reader

Warnings: Swearing

Request: “I rarely request imagines but I just can’t get this idea out of my head….😂 Could you write something where the reader is alone in her home because her parents are out of town and she hears a loud voice downstairs and takes a baseball bat with her and nearly hits Paul who creeped in to make sure that the reader was okay? Something funny and cute maybe, and how Paul didn’t think that the reader had it in her and the pack also teases her about it? Hopefully this wasn’t confusing!”

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The Only Movie Theatre ~ Jughead Jones

Request: Jughead and (Y/N) meeting in the diner
Y/N=Your Name
Y/E/C=Your Eye Color


The small bell above the door jingled as I entered the small 80’s themed diner, Pop’s, also known as the only diner in Riverdale, which was a very big fall from the largeness of New York I was used to.


I had just moved here with my fraternal twin-sister, Veronica and our mother after the man I refuse to call my father had done some very stupid things, forcing us to flee our home and move to possibly the most boring town in the world.

As my shoes clicked against the tiled floor I looked down to see that I was still in my party attire from the homecoming dance, though I had left early to take Betty home as she wasn’t in the best of terms with my sister at the moment.

I walked up to the register, ordering a milkshake and paying. As the worker moved to the back to start on my shake, I saw a mysterious looking guy around my age sitting not to far away in a booth by the window, typing at a computer.


As confidence was something known to run in the Lodge family, in a few steps I stood in front of the table where the boy sat, hoping that he wasn’t a serial killer and I could possibly make another friend.


It took a few moments but the boy slowly looked up from his screen, his green eyes landing on me, “Can I help you?” He asked dryly, my smile faltered for a second at the annoyance in his voice, before picking it back up again.


“What are you writing about?” I questioned, looking down as his fingers typed rapidly on the keyboard of his silver laptop.


He responded almost immediately, “Its my novel, about this town.”


I frowned at his answer as he began typing, “Why would you want to write about this town? No offense, but it’s no big apple.”


The boy looked up from his screen for a split second, before beginning to type again, “Does the big apple have a Jason Blossom?”


The name sounded familiar to me, and I had to rack my brain fir a few seconds before remembering I had seen a poster of him at the front of school on the first day, “You mean the boy that drowned? I’m pretty positive that people have drowned in bigger towns than Riverdale, it’s actually quite a common way to go.”


“Yes, but in a town like Riverdale, nothing ever happens here-”


“Obviously.” I cut in, absentmindedly playing with the menu that was by the edge of the table. “You guys have, what? One movie theatre?”


The boy ignored my comment and continued writing his novel, “And when something like the death of the son of the richest family in town happens, people want to hear about it. As a city person I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”


I opened my mouth slightly at what the boy had just muttered, should I have been offended?


“How did you know I’m from the city?” I questioned carefully, seriously wondering if this guy was done kind of crazed stalker.


The boy just shrugged, “This town is small, so when things happen, like the very rich sand famous Lodge family moving in unexpectedly from New York, people talk.” The boy looked up at me once more, “And you, (Y/N) Lodge, seem to be the talk of the town.”


I looked at the boy for a minute, studying him, “If you know my name, I feel obligated to know yours as well. Or is remaining nameless part of the antisocial all-knowing hipster thing you got going on?”


If may have just been my imagination but I swore I saw the corner’s of the boy’s lips turn up slightly at my sarcastic comment, “It’s Jughead. Jughead Jones.”


I thanked the diner employee as they handed me my milkshake and I took a sip of it, enjoying the smooth and refreshing drink, “Well, Jughead Jones. Tell me about this novel.” I requested, sliding into the booth across from the dark-haired boy, watching with curious eyes as he faintly chuckled, but went into detail about his book nonetheless.


~~~~~~~


After speaking with Jughead for what only seemed like mere minutes, a text from my sister reveled that I had been sitting with him the diner for three hours!


Veronica: Where r you?


(Y/N): Sorry, lost track if time. On the way now.


“Looks like its time for me to head home.” I told the boy in front of me, standing up and sighing lightly when I felt something pop after sitting in the same position for the last few hours.

I was surprised when Jughead stood up as well, “I’ll walk you out.”


Jughead and I awkwardly stood outside of the entrance to Pop’s, looking anywhere but each other’s eyes.


“I had fun tonight.” Jughead and I both said at the same time, causing each other to burst into laughter, after a few seconds of recovering I spoke up.


“You go first.”


Jughead nodded, pushing his hands into the pickets if his jacket, “I had a lot of fun tonight, (Y/N). You’re something different.”


“Good different?” I questioned, moving a stray piece if hair from my face.


The Jones boy nodded, “A very good different.” It was silently for a moment as he kicked a rock with his shoe before speaking up again, “So if you, I don’t know, like ever want to hang out or something-”


I cut off his awkward, but somewhat cute rambling, “I’ve been dying to check out the movie theatre here. You know, the only one?“


He nodded and chuckled a bit, "So it’s a date?”


I smiled at him, “If that’s what you want to call it.” We stared at each-other for a few seconds, his green eyes meeting my (Y/E/C) ones. I broke the eye contact by looking at my phone to see it was 1:14. “I better get going, but I had fun tonight Jughead, really.”


The Jones boy nodded, “So, did I.”


Another spur of confidence made me push on the tops of my toes, and plant a kiss on his cheek, causing a blush to spread across his face.


“See you around, Jughead Jones.” I said in a final goodbye, before turning around and walking into the parking lot.


As I got into my car, I looked to see that Jughead was still standing outside of Pop’s, and this time I was more than sure that the corners of his mouth had turned up into a smirk.

So I don’t know how to make gifs, and I CERTAINLY have no business writing meta, but I wanted to share my thoughts with you all regarding the end of J2’s panel with Misha.

Now I’m sure everyone was just as starved for Cockles interaction as I was, and upon first glance that whole bit about there not being enough rooms at Misha’s place and Jared torturing Misha was just chaotic hilarity at its finest. It wasn’t until I watched it a second time, and then a third, (maybe a forth) that I realized maybe it wasn’t all puppies and rainbows after all.

I think it all started with Jensen’s “cutting the fat” line. Now, we all know he was joking. Picking on Misha, that’s what they do. No biggie, right? Misha got on the stage and he hugged Jared while Jensen pulled in an extra chair for him. Then as he made his way over to the chair, it seemed like Jensen was anticipating a hug but Misha just slid right past him. Not even looking at him, if I recall correctly. This is when Jensen starts to worry a little. So what does he do? He offers Misha some “apple juice” as an apology. I’ve seen different speculations that Misha rejected Jensen’s offer, but my first impression at trying to read Misha’s lips was that he said “Yep” and then something else maybe? Jensen might have mumbled something before turning away to get a new glass for Misha. (A cup that he drank out of anyway, mind you)

When Jensen hands him the drink it’s very cold and there’s a lack of eye contact between them. When Jensen sits down again, he says something to Misha, which, again, I read Misha’s lips as saying “Yep”. My shipper heart wants to believe it was something along the lines of “You know I was kidding right?” But I really couldn’t tell from the video. Whatever it was, Jensen actually looked very happy afterwards.

I really had to look between the lines to see something else going on.

For the rest of the story, Jared and Misha are totally in sync making each other cry from laughter, while Jensen looks a little left out… So he tries to joke his way back into the mix. At one point, when Jensen said they just decided to stay up all night because of the lack of sleeping space, Misha looked over at him. But as soon as Jensen turned towards him, Misha looked away and Jensen’s expression showed disappointment. Again, it was so hard to spot with all the laughter going on, but I sensed a little tension between these two. At the end when J2 have to leave, Jensen walks off the stage without giving Misha a second look. Hurt feelings, perhaps?

Now this could be total BS because we know Misha has been dealing with their playful abuse for years now, and I don’t think he’s the type to be easily offended by it. But something just seemed OFF to me.

Please feel free to speculate on this terrible meta.

assumptions | archie andrews (riverdale)

Originally posted by oharchiekinss

prompt: 50-“if i asked, you’d say no” “you don’t know that”

the siren sounds the crowd jumping up from the bleachers cheering as the bulldogs seal their win

you let out a cheer jumping around with the rest of the squad shaking your pom poms and doing tricks as you help keep the crowd hype.

you turn to watch the boys praise their team mates jumping onto each other ruffling each other’s hair whilst giving each other ‘bro’ hugs

betty & veronica break formation and rush over to you jumping up and down shaking their poms in your face “stop” you chuckle shaking your own in their faces

the girls wear smirks on their faces as they glance behind you “what?” you giggle turning your head to see your red headed best friend smiling stupidly, helmet in hand.

you turn biting for lip “ill be back” you rush over toward archie jumping into his arms a smile wide on both of your faces.

“congrats archikins” you tease as he places you back on the ground, his friends walking past and congratulating him on a good game.

“why are the girls giggling like maniacs” you turn to give the girls an evil glare.

“i honestly don’t know” you rock on the back of your heels “pops?” he smiles and nods throwing an arm around me

we walk back over to our giddy friends “pops?” we announce and they nod like maniacs “what’s gotten into you two” archie retorts concussion in his words

“where’s jug and reg-” i squeal as i pull from archie’s grasp and lifting up into the air, my hair swishing around as i fight against the strong hold

laughs fill the field as they all enjoy the torture im enduring from a very hype raven haired jock “reggie!” i yell annoyance in my voice

“c'mon mantle put her down” archie eases smiling as im thrown over the boys shoudlers, my ass practically out for the world to see.

“babe you better but her down, otherwise archikins here my start throwing some hands for his girl” ronnie tease causing the boy to set me back down

i straight out my uniform punching the boy in the arm causing him to cry out, i stick my tongue out at him as veronica cuddles into her awfully tall boyfriend.

i turn to see archies face turning red, he refused to make eye contact with me. “oh my god” ronnie giggles teasing the red headed boy “he’s blushing because i called her his girl!” she squeals as her boyfriend notices his best friends discomfort

“c'mere ronnie, leave the poor guy alone” he rests his hand on her hips

archie shakes his head “oh no it’s fine, we’re just friends v” he throws his arms over my shoulders as my smile slips off my face.

i pull away from the gesture, rolling my eyes i take off the boys letterman jacket and shove it into his chest “ill see you later friend” i smile sarcastically walking away from my group of friends

archie & i had been living next door to each other since we were born and we’d grown up together, but as the years passed you grew closer and closer until you hit high school

something had changed, those lingering looks were no longer just archie being weird and friendly. it was something more, it was flirting and that’s how it’s been the past 3 years.

constant flirting, we’d have sleepovers and cuddle sessions and to anyone who didn’t know you would think that we were a couple. but if you did know me you’d know that ive had a crush on archie andrews since i was thirteen.

i thought that the feelings weren’t one sided and that maybe just maybe archie was just waiting for the right time to ask me out but now it just proves that im just another girl to the red headed boy. just a ‘friend’“

the two girls rush after me the guys lingering on the field unaware of what the hell just happened.

we wound up at pops sipping on milkshakes like any other day, except it wasn’t. the booth wasn’t filled with as many warm bodies as it normally is.

the girls have been trying to cheer me up by talking about only the cutest guys at school which evidently according to the two girls were jughead & reggie, but they argue that their opinion is definitely not bias and definitely not because they’re dating the two

“so let me get this straight, the two bachelors your offering aren’t actual on offer because well they’re dating the two of you dorks?”

they glance at each other bursting into laughter “okay maybe um- im sorry” i roll my eyes dipping into bettys chips as the door chimes indicating another customer

my eyes move toward the door to reveal reggie, jughead & the one and only archie andrews.

“i gotta pee”

i stand up quickly moving away from the booth and legging it to the girls bathroom ignoring archie desperate calls

i cuss under my breathe trying to plan out how i can flee without them noticing but coming up empty. guess ill just have to leg it.

the door creaks as i open it and i instantly cuss giving away my presence to the group, i stop stupidly plastering a smile on my face. i slowly edge over to the group reaching out for my purse.

“im suuuper tired, im going to head off” i force my legs to move as fast as possible as the carry me out into the car park no sign of anyone following me until i hear someone yell my name.

i sigh turning around as archie jogs over to me “im sorry” he blurts creasing his brows a sad smile on his beautiful face

“i shouldn’t have said what i did back at the game”

i sigh crossing my arms across my chest “im listening” he half smiles stepping closer to me

“the guys they gave me a little pep talk before we came her.. why didn’t you tell me you had feeling for me” he asks hope in his eyes.

“why didn’t you? why didn’t you ask ME out” you question back

“you’d have said no-” he huffs glancing back into the diner as our friends crowd around the window peering out

“you don’t know that” i clap back anger beginning to run through my veins.

“archie i don’t get you!” i and exclaim running my fingers through my hair “i had this idea- it’s sounds so stupid to me now-” i pause laughing to myself

“i thought you had the same feelings as i did, i thought that the flirting the sleepovers the lingering looks! i thought that was a sign and now i just look stupid”

“(y/n)” he tried to interject but i shake my head at him “no archie im not done” he puts his hands up in defence

“that guy that didn’t want chuck clayton to be my first kiss because you knew he didn’t ‘love me’, that guy that kissed me because you told me that my first kiss should be with someone who truly loves you”

“that is the guy i feel for, the goof ball, the music enthusiast. the boy that protects me no matter what- i thought that i was giving you enough signs” i laugh to myself

“guess it wasn’t-” i turn away from him walking away but im stopped me he grabs my arm pulling my into his chest.

“i was so stupid, please let me make it up to you” his puppy eyes burn into my head and i groan placing my head into his chest “fine”

a smile graces his lips, his eyes beaming down on me “movies? tomorrow night?”

i perk up my eyebrows “are you asking me out?” he nods “i sure am”

“well i mean i guess i could squeeze you in to my busy calendar” i tease poking his chest

he grabs my face and connects are lips, my arms running up his chest and through his red hair.

we break apart and head back into pops hand in hand back toward a friend, who tried to act nonchalant like they weren’t just watching us argue and makeout in the parking lot

we slide into the booth, archie instantly pulling me into his chest. an arm wrapped protectively around me

the others glance at one another smirks dripping from their expressions as they enjoy the company. “shut up!” i laugh chasing the rest of the group to break character and blurt a bounce of random nonsense

“it’s about damn time!”

“nod kidding” i giggle looking up to the red headed boy, glowing with happiness. i return the smile back as he dips down and kisses my head

“better late then never, right?”

The Seven Kinds of Love

Words: 7984

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary: Love - an intense feeling of deep affection.

Originally posted by sugataecups

One; the first time you feel love for something other than Mr. Sprinkles, your stuffed rabbit, is at age five.  

Barely crawling from your mother’s embrace and still scared of skeletons in your closet; you were a tiny child with big dreams in the cruel world. Your parents shielded you from the harsh realities and you lived within a glass bubble but it was perfect.

One sunny afternoon, the playground looked like a dazzling place to be. So, you squirmed out of your mother’s embrace and despite your father’s worried shouts, you ran to the slide and Namjoon slides, quite literally, right into your life.

You bonk heads together and the first time you turn to him, your eyes are blurred through salt water. He’s startled when you begin to cry and he follows with his own wailing after. Both parents come running and when you point to each other, they exchange apologies. Your parents cradle you in your arms and you are sheltered before love could ever hurt you.

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