go to a photobooth

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WEDNESDAY & AMELIA’S HALLOWEEN PARTY 2017
Party Antics (pt. 1)

People slowly arriving and filling Wednesday’s tiny apartment. 

Bonus: Extra, random photo of Layla ( @stillgotme ) and Wednesday being dorky. :)

Simon Imagine - The meeting (mentions of Joe Sugg, Dan and Phil, etc)

REQUESTED:  “Hi!! I have a quite different imagine request but one where y/n is a beauty you tuber who lives in america and has a beauty release or something like that “think zoella” and her and Simon have been dating for a while and he surprises her at her product launch party”

The minute I entered the room a giant smile erupted over my face. Everything looked beautiful. The polished wooden floors were sprinkled entirely with glitter, sparkles and confetti, leaving my heels completely covered in a coating of shine. Over every wall were photos, polaroids, all from the several shoots I’d done in the past few years building up to this very moment. Pastels and neons, metallics and glitters, the entire room screamed colour, and it was very reflective of the way I felt in this very moment. I could not believe the job that had been done, and as I thanked everyone I was ecstatic; nobody could have done a better job of promoting the launch of my first ever beauty range.

It wasn’t long before people started arriving. I stood at the door for a while, welcoming those I had not yet met, admiring the clean city streets of London whilst I did so. The entire atmosphere was worlds apart from what I was used to back in LA, and I couldn’t help but feel like I knew which one I preferred. London was smaller, more comforting, less dramatic - there was a definite home vibe to it, and it was massively enjoyable.

“You must be Y/n, right? This event is incredible congratulations!” 

I turned around at the mention of my name, and was instantly greeted face to face by Zoe Sugg, the woman who had inspired me most to construct this event. I felt the blood rush from my face.

“Oh my gosh, Zoe! Thank you so much!”

“Aw it’s okay! Come on, let’s go inside, you shouldn’t be missing out on all the fun!”

I complied politely, taking her arm and walking through the hallway towards where my event was taking place. Inside everybody had arrived. There were youtubers everywhere, taking photos, vlogging, testing out the products lined up along the stands and tables. Zoe turned her head towards me.

“Have you tried anything from the sweet table yet?”

“There’s a sweet table?” I asked, astonished. Her face softened into a humoured smile and I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty.

“Yeah, I thought I as much. I know when you’re planning these things it’s hard to actually experience them. Let’s go get food!”

She tugged on my arm slightly, taking me in the direction of where three tables stood consecutively. Each one was decorated in different types of confectionery; jars of brightly coloured sweets, plates of cupcakes, bowls of marshmallows and chocolates. I picked up a mason jar of pink lemonade as Zoe pulled me over to her group of friends.

“Y/n, I want you to meet Alfie, Joe, Louise, Dan and Phil. Guys this is Y/n, the creator of this event and it’s products.” 

I was greeted with a chain of hellos and hugs, and it occurred to me how attractive the British vloggers truly were. I sipped on my straw to suppress my nerves as I made small conversation. I had met so many lovely new people tonight, and yet still there was one left; Simon Minter. I had met him over twitter, and skype, and facetime and Snapchat and every other social media currently existing, however face to face was still yet to happen. Despite our lack of actual human interaction I felt hugely attracted to the boy, something that was no secret to my fans and followers, who had been tweeting me since sunrise asking if today would be the day of our meeting. Secretly I had been hoping for months that it would - I was desperate to see him, hear his voice without the robotic alterations, touch him for the first time. Even my managers were keen, set on the fact that the presence of someone with that large of a following would do nothing but good for the sales of my products. However, realistically, a place as pink and glorified as this would be no place for a fifa youtuber. I tried to shake this thought in order to keep up my high spirits.

“So Y/n, what made you decide to host your event in London, why not LA?” Dan asked with genuine interest. 

“It’s where most of my following is,” I smiled. “And I’ve always wanted to visit anyway, so it seemed to make sense.”

“Ah. Yeah it’s a decent area!”

“Does that desire to visit correlate in anyway with a certain Fifa youtuber? Someone who’s name perhaps rhymes with Dimon?”

I blushed as everybody laughed at Joe’s comment. “There is that, I suppose. May I ask how you know of mine and Simon’s interactions? Big fan of my Q&A’s?”

“Well of course Y/n!” Joe laughed, a flirt of light hearted mockery laced in his voice. “Although it definitely helps that I’ve been blessed with the privilege of playing cards against humanity with the Sidemen, so I’m pretty clued up on the extent of your relationship, actually.”

My face heated as I squirmed. “I won’t ask anymore on that one!”

“Probably for the best.”

The conversation continued for a while. Louise complimented me on my dress, Dan and Phil quizzed me on my life and I tested out some of my scrubs and moisturisers on Joe’s face. As I l talked, my eyes turned to Zoe and Alfie, who were whispering just beside me, Alfie’s eyes down at his phone. I raised an eyebrow as Zoe looked up at me.

“You know what Y/n, I think you and I should go and take some photos in the photobooth.”

“Um, sure..?” Her spontaneity threw me off slightly as she took my arm once again, speed walking me out of the room. There’s a photobooth too now??

“And here we are!”

I admired the golden machine, my name sprawled on the side in large, sparkly letters.

“Wow..” 

“It’s pretty, isn’t it.” She smiled. “And talking of pretty, you look amazing, so get your bum in there first!”

I smiled. Someone like Zoe was impossible to say no to. She watched me eagerly, Alfie not far behind as I pulled back the red curtain..

“Oh my God!”

Sat on the swivelling stool inside was none other but Simon. He looked outstanding, all clad in a black and white suit, his collar opened slightly missing a tie. His hair was still red toned, and it looked surprisingly good as he climbed out of the machine and picked me up off of the ground. 

“Hello Y/n.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was much deeper than what I was used to, although still just as soft and comforting, especially whilst blessing the syllables of my name. My cheeks ached from grinning.

“Simon! I didn’t think you’d be here!” 

“Why would you think that? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I didn’t exactly think face masks and bath bombs were your thing, funnily enough.”

“Hey, you don’t know my lifestyle.” He joked, and I smiled.

“Very true, I don’t.” He released me from his arms. “But I’d like to.”

“Well, if ever there was a moment I was more sure of wanting you to find out, I think it’s this one.” My cheeks heated for what seemed to be the tenth time tonight as Simon held me at arms length, his eyes scanning up and down my body, focusing on the curves of my silky red dress. “You look..incredible, Y/n.”

“And you, Simon.”

We stood for a second, just watching eachother. I paid particular attention to his eyes and their deep blue pigment. He looked younger in real life, his face fresher, a lot brighter without the dim of a computer screen in front of it. I felt zoe touch both our arms.

“Right you two love birds, let’s go back to where the party’s at, come on!”

We both grinned as her and Alfie shuffled ahead.

“11 million subs just touched my arm. I’m gassed.” Simon whispered, and I hit his arm playfully.

“Aren’t you used to it? You live with the KSI.” I quizzed him as we walked along.

“Oh trust me Y/n, 15 million subscribers touches you in a very different way.”

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Trial and error in the photo booth! Thank you @abcnetwork and @cadillac for the awesome party. #agentsofshield

@motancharoen

Halloween Party // An Avengers imagine

“T-minus three hours people!” You called as you ran towards the evening room where you found Pepper instructing decorators in a princess costume. “Where’s Tony and Banner?”
“The lab, what are you supposed to be?” She asked as she put the clip board down and picked up her martini.
“Mother Nature? Duh!” You waved your hands over the hard plastic ivy you had bought at a costume store. She chuckled. “Do you need help up here? I could get Wanda or Pietro up here.”
“No, darling, I’ve got it covered. Um, wait a minute, what do you think you’re doing?” And like that Pepper was done talking to you.
Natasha was standing in the lab with another group of decorators when you arrived. They were setting up palstic aliens in tubs of water, zombies walking down the stairs and skeletons crawling on the lab equipment.
“Tony, I really don’t like this,” you heard Bruce muttering as he watched the men and women work.
“Its for the kids Bruce, it will be okay,” Nat reminded him.
“You guys arent ready yet?” You yelled as you walked in the room.
“We’ve got three hours?”
“Exactly, THREE hours.”
“She’s right, Bruce, Tony go start getting ready, get out of my hair. I’ll go change when they finish up in here. Steve, Bucky and the twins ready yet?”
“No idea, I’m making my way around the tower, have you seen the bathrooms by the reception hall yet? Brilliant, Pepper really should have went into party decorating.”
“Wait til you see Clint’s costume, (Y/N), you’re going to love it. Of course, I have to go help him with his make up before the party. Anyway, go find Steve tell him Pepper wants all of us in the room when the kids show up, Wanda and Vision are down in the kitchen, helping the catering team set up, plus Wanda made a ton of those pinterest recipies, she was up all night.”
You made a mental note to go downstairs and see if Wanda needed someone to sample anything, but first you had to find Steve. You noticed light coming out from under the door to the conference room. You slowly made your way to the door, you heard soft voices coming from behind it.
“She’s young, we don’t know how erratic she can be yet.”
“But you know how excited she is for this party Steve, she has been talking about it since August when we started planning it.”
“I’m just saying, for the safety of the kids, can we really trust her not to go off the deep end.”
“Yes. We can.” A third voice spoke, and you pushed the door open.
“Were- You’re talking about me.”
Steve sighed and rubbed his cheek.
“(Y/N) it’s not anything personal-”
“No you just think I’m a cold blooded killer, I get it.”
“NO, honey, no.” Pepper assured you.
“Steve was just saying he thought you might be a liability. As much as I am. You’re new, you haven’t been allowed around large groups since we found you. If it makes you feel any better, Steve almost wouldn’t let me go.”
“Buck-”
“We can sit in the corner together and behave.”
It was your turn to sigh, you stomped your foot.
“I am older than every one of you here, I am going to this party and you can’t stop me.”
“You’re 16!”
“I’m 175 jerk.”
Bucky laughed. “She’s got you there.”
“Fine you can go, but-”
“Oh thank god, thank you so much. I will be on my best behavior. Nat wants ya’ll in the evening room at six.”
You didn’t wait for them to change their minds before running away to finish your costume.
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Everyone stood waiting for the bell to ring and the children to be let in. Natasha was a ballerina, Steve a base ball player. Thor had a little trouble grasping the concept so he was a prince, and Clint, well, Clint was a clown. Red nose and everything. Bucky was wearing a long cape, a red button up shirt, you approached him cautiously, and before you could ask, he smiled to reveal a pair of plastic vampire teeth. You snorted and covered your mouth.
“I oughtta smack you.”
“But you won’t.”
Wanda rushed in almost late in a flapper costume, her brother was wearing a Flash costume.
“But you get it right?” He kept asking. Thor, Steve and Bucky did not get it.
“What is Vision?” You quietly asked Wanda.
“He’s a butler.”
“Oh my god, why though.”
“Im here!” Another voice shouted and Sharon ran in the room in a blue dress with braided hair.
“Because he used to be Tony’s butler.” Pietro interjected.
“No he didn’t!” Before you could finish, the door was opening and kids were rushing in.
Tony stood up, gave a short speech then lead the of all ages to the evening room where the games and food were all set up. Music was playing, kids were laughing, this was the best possible way to spend your first Halloween.
Steve, Pepper and Natasha watched you playing with the children, going in and out of the photobooth with different little girls and even helping with face painting.
“I told you. I told you this was her element. She never got a chance to grow up, this is exactly what both the kids and she needed,” Pepper assured him.
Finally it was time for trick or treating, every Avenger went to seperate rooms which were decorated to match their costumes.
Your room was a dark forest, dark greens and browns, creepy plants and insects; Natasha’s was an empty ballet studio, broken mirrors, a robotic black widow scampering across the mirror; Steve’s was a baseball field and Bucky’s room had an open coffin and fake bats hanging from the ceiling, a red silk sheet against the backwall made the room glow eerily. Bruce was in the lab, he was a mad scientist. Sharon’s room had piles of white foam snow and snowflakes hanging midair, Wanda’s and Tony’s room looked likea speakeasy, as the latter was supposed to be a gangster. Thor’s adn Pepper’s room was decorated like a castle and a ballroom.
At dinner, the kids were fighting over who you’d sit with, you ended up sitting with kids who were your physical age, which to you seemed so wild. You hadn’t been around someone your own age in decades, and you were worried they would scorn you like in the movies, but the welcomed you with open arms and filled you in on all of the celebrity gossip. A photographer was going around and taking plenty of pictures of each group.
You looked over at Sharon who was surrounded with little girls, a few of them in a matching ice queen costume or a green and yellow dress. This was an experience you wanted to relive over and over again, and your heart was swelling with happiness when you realized that you would get to relive this, and one year, girls will run in costumes that resembled you, much like the boys that came in in Captain America or Iron Man garb, or the girls in the Black Widow uniform. <

My Moon

There are a lot of negative vibes and depressing things going on in some of my friends’ life recently, and in the fandom, too. So I decided to write something sweet for all of you, especially for @prinxietys@prinxietyhell, @analogicality-sanders and @iloveshippingkitty. I hope this fanfic will light up at least a little bit of your day! 

Strongly suggest listening to “Youth” by Troy Sivan while reading this. 

All of the lyrics from the song “Youth” belongs to Troy Sivan.

Pairing: Analogical

Warnings: None. All cute and fluff. 

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Festivities - Allison Argent

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

requested by an anon who made me sooo excited to write it!!
warnings: swearing
word count: 2172


I was excitedly running into the apartment complex Id been in and out of a million times before.  But tonight I was smiling so wide that I was worried the doorman wouldn’t recognize me.

“Afternoon y/n” Wallace said, tipping his hat and showing some of his sprouting white hair.  “What a large bunch of balloons and flowers you’ve got there”

“Afternoon Wallace” I nodded back, and picked out a blue balloon.  I walked over and tied it to the post he was stood next to.

“Why thank you” He said, smiling back at me.  I chuckled and nodded.

“It’s Allison’s birthday” I told him, and his brows raised.

“And what have you got planned for the lovely lady?” I smiled a devious little grin.

“A whole day of fun” I said, and his mouth made an ‘o’ as he did that elderly little ‘oohhoo’ sound.  I laughed as he did and nodded my head.  “Well turning eighteen is a very big deal”

“Big party planned?”

“Well sort of, but that’s tomorrow night” I said with a little shrug.  “Today’s just me and her” I winked over dramatically and Wallace rolled his eyes.

“You youngsters and your sexing” I laughed a little louder at him, shaking my own head at his wording.

“I’ll see you around later Wally”

“Have a good day y/n.  Wish miss Argent a happy birthday for me” I saluted him in answer as I walked off to the elevators.  Pushing the 3 button was slightly difficult with one hand holding an abundance of balloons, and a large bouquet of roses and daisies in the other.  But somehow I was able to, and I was lucky because no one else got into the elevator.  When I reached the floor, I walked down the hallways  to the memorized door, not even having to check the number on the door.  I just pulled the key out of the pocket in my jacket, and unlocked it.

“y/n!” Chris Argent was sitting there at the kitchen table, a newspaper in his hands.

“Hi Mr Argent” i said with a big smile.

“So many… balloons and flowers” He said, smiling a little.

“Want one?” He chuckled shortly and shook his head.

“I’m alright y/n” He said.  “Allison’s in her room” I smiled and quickly walked down the hallway.  I opened up her door, carrying in all my items.

“Happy birthday!” I grinned.  I only got a groan in response.

The girl was still in bed.  Wrapped up in blankets and nearly asleep.  But I do believe I just woke her up.

“y/n?”

“Well good morning sunshine” I chuckled, walking over to her.  She yawned and sat up on her elbows.

“What time is it?” She asked, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

“Five o’clock dear.  Have you slept all day?” She shook her head.

“No.. no I was up earlier.. Dad made me breakfast” She sat up fully and finger combed her hair.  “Sorry.. did we plan something tonight?”

“Nope.  But I’ve got a surprise for you babe” I said, kissing her nose quickly.  “Now come on, get dressed” She yawned again, and her eyes landed on the balloons and flowers in my hands.

“Are those for me?” She asked, smiling big.  I nodded, and she took the flowers, smelling them immediately.  “There are vases in the second cabinet in the kitchen, put these in water for me while I get changed?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Absolutely” I set the balloons on her desk, placing the rock they were tied to on top of a stack of papers.  Then I went out to the kitchen with the roses and tulips.

“Vases are in the second cabinet” He said, and I nodded, picking out a pretty one and filling it with water.

“Alli told me you made her breakfast”

“I did indeed, homemade french toast and scrambled eggs.  Try beating that.  Because no birthday date can top it”

“Oh really?” I asked, raising a brow.

“Allison’s a daddy’s girl”

“Not when she’s in bed” I winked, and he gagged.

“You do realize that’s my daughter you’re talking about” He said, both brows raised as he folded up his newspaper.

“What’re we saying about me?” Allison asked as she walked out.  I was putting the flowers in the vase as she stood next to her father.

“Oh, your girlfriend here was just giving me a nice update on parts of your relationship that I don’t need to be hearing” Allison giggled.

“What?” I asked innocently, and she just shook her head at me.

“Dad, y/n will tell anyone who’ll listen.  So don’t believe a thing she says” My jaw dropped as Chris laughed.

“Trust me.  I’ll try to forget it as soon as I can” He said.

“Okay okay enough making fun of me can we go now?” I asked, and Allison laughed.

“Yes, we can go now” She said.

“I’ll bring her back at… well at some point” Chris just waved his hand dismissively, already going back to his newspaper.

“I’m not worried.  As far as I care, neither of you can get pregnant” He said as we walked out of the door.  When it closed Allison and I burst into a fit of laughter.

“By the way, I have never lied about our night life” I said with a smirk.  Allison winked.

“He doesn’t know that” She said as we got into the elevator.  “So tell me, wonderful and perfect girlfriend, what do you have in store for the night?” I chuckled.

“Kissing up to me is not going to get you any answers.  It’s a surprise” I said, and she sighed.  When we got out of the elevator, Wally saw us and grinned big.

“I see miss y/n was able to snatch you up” He said as we passed him.

“Yep.  Stole me right from my nap too” Allison replied sassily.  Wallace laughed.

“Well y/n that’s no way to keep a girl around” I waved a nonchalant hand, making a pft sound.

“Alli would never leave me”

“Oh I wouldn’t?” Again he laughed at her snarky response.

“Why of course not.  You think you could ever find someone better than this?” I asked, gesturing to myself.  She laughed and shook her head before linking her arm through mine.

“Come on hotshot”


On the drive to the theme park, I learned two things.

One: Allison looked amazing no matter what.  She was in an old sweatshirt of mine from when I played track, and leggings.  She was flawless.

Two: She hated blindfolds.  No, she really hated blindfolds.

“It’s just a little further” I said calmly as I entered the parking lot.

“Are we here now? Can I take this off?”

“Ask again and next time I’ll tie you up too” I said, finding a space to park in.  She pouted.  I only smiled because I knew she couldn’t see me.  She made a groan but must’ve realized when I parked the car.

“I don’t want to ask” She stated, bouncing her leg.  I giggled and reached over the control center to unbuckle her seat belt.

“You wait here, I’ll get out and help you out” I said quickly, before grabbing the keys and hopping out of the car.  I hastily made my way around and opened her door.  “It’s me” I announced, and reached out for her hand.  “Okay, step” Allison managed to get out of the car without tripping or hitting her head.  I closed her door.

“I will fall you know, if you keep me blindfolded” I chuckled.

“Well then I’ll be here to catch you”

“Not if I drag you down with me” I laughed again, and her arm hooking around mine as we made our way up to the entrance.  “I hear… carnival music” Her lips turned up into a big beautiful smile, and I squeezed her arm.  “It smells like…”

“Two tickets please” I said to the man working the entry booth.  I gave him the ten bucks it costed, and he slid me two red plastic bracelets.  I clipped Allison’s on.

“Popcorn and cotton candy” Her smile only grew bigger while I put on my bracelet.  I reached up then to take off her blindfold.  As soon as I untied it she squealed quietly as she looked all over the carnival ground.

“It’s the Beacon Hills Spring Festival” I said and smiled sheepishly.  “It’s the last night they’re in town and I thought you’d like to com-” She reached forward, cupping my face and pressing a long kiss to my lips.

“You’re amazing” She said happily, and I took her hand in mine, the both of us already heading to get a huge bag of cotton candy.

“Oh, I know” I said with a wink.

“Cocky too” She snorted.


After we’d eaten our bag and played some shitty games that ended up winning us a small stuffed dog that was bound to rip before next week, we wandered around.  We spent a lot of time taking pictures with clowns, and even got airbrush tattoos on our wrists.  Allison had always wanted an anchor tattoo on her wrist, with two intersecting arrows going through it.  So that’s what she ended up getting.  I got a single horizontal arrow on my wrist, and when I held her hand, it pointed to her.  I thought it was romantic.  She thought it was cute.

“Where else do we have to go?” She asked me, and I looked over the small paper map in my hands.

“We can go to the mirror maze, and the photobooth?” I offered, and she grinned, squeezing my hand as se pulled me into the house.  We laughed, making weird faces in the bent and curved mirrors.  She took a bunch more pictures, and when we’d reached the end, we were both in a fit of giggles from all the wonky looks we’d had.

“Come on, let’s go take pictures” She said, tugging on my arm again.  I nodded, and opened up the curtain for her to go in.  Then I slid in next to her.  I put in the five bucks and right away we grinned at the camera, letting it snap a normal picture.

“Here, let’s use these” I pulled out giant sunglasses from the prop box, and put a pair on her, and one on me.  We made jazz hands as that picture was taken.  We took off our sunglasses and tossed them back into the box.  “Okay maybe we can-” She turned my chin and kissed me softly.  I heard the camera snap, and smiled against her mouth.  “Well that’ll make for a nice picture” I hummed, and she nodded, smiling back at me, and her eyes twinkled.  The last picture was taken, and I kissed her quickly before opening up the curtain.  I grabbed the photostrip excitedly.  Allison grabbed the extra copy, and was grinning as she looked at it.

“We’re the cutest” She said, and I chuckled, kissing her cheek and sliding the pictures into my purse.

“Come on” I said softly, nodding my head over to the ferris wheel.  “Let’s end the night in the most cliche way possible” Allison giggled and nodded as we made our way up to the line.  It was pretty short, so luckily we wouldn’t have to wait long.

“I’ve liked the cliche carnival date” Allison said as I leaned back against the railing.  She stepped forward, holding a hand in each of hers.

“Good.  I have too” I smiled, and she kissed me gently.

“Next” The bored and aging carnival worker said monotone, making me giggle as we parted and walked into the gondola.  We set all our things, consisting of a stuffed dog, half a bag of cotton candy, two purses, and Allison’s shoes.  I sat down on one side and she took the spot next to me.  The ride started up and she leaned her head on my shoulder.

“You want a picture?” I asked softly, and she shook head.

“No, no I just wanna enjoy this moment” I smiled and rubbed my hand up and down her shoulder.

“Happy birthday Allison” I turned my head to kiss her forehead.

“Thanks y/n” She replied.  I kissed her forehead again, then tilted down to peck the bridge of her nose, the tip of her nose, and eventually our lips found each other.  She hummed, slowly wrapping her arms around my neck and I pulled her closer.  When she pulled away, she gave me that sweet Allison Argent smile.  “I love you” She whispered, and I hooked my finger under her chin.

“I love you too” I murmured back.  “Happy birthday baby” She nuzzled her head into my collar bone, right under my chin.  I pulled her close again, running my fingers through her hair softly as we reached the top of the ferris wheel.

It was such a beautiful sight.

And no, I didn’t mean the view of the city.


here’s somethin tiny and cute.  I love writing allison she’s such an angel heart eyes x10000

xoxo ~ jordie