gosh he makes me heart stop

Not Who I Seem - Joshua Fluff

Originally posted by sugarjisoo

Request: hello! may I make a joshua request? in which he sings the song “introducing me from camp rock to the reader/his crush? thank you! have a nice day

Word Count: 1066


Member/Group: Joshua of SEVENTEEN

A/N: Okay, I totally forgot this song existed but when I searched it up and re-listened to the song, I really could see Joshua singing this song. For my fellow disney-kids from the 2000′s, I hope ya’ll enjoy this!xx

 The school bell ring, signaling the end of another long and tiring school day. You stepped onto the concrete sidewalk to begin your walk home, when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you. As somebody who was a young teenager that was well informed about stranger danger as a child, you spun around and pulled a large can of pepper spray out of your bag. The stranger yelped, but then you realized who it was: Joshua Hong.

 “YOU ASSHOLE. Why did you feel the need to scare me? We aren’t even friends…” Joshua nervously scratched the back of his neck as he avoided your eyes.

 “Um… I just wanted to ask you if you could come to that cafe near main street and help me study. I mean, you don’t have to, but I would really appreciate it considering how smart you-”

 “Yes. Just please, stop rambling. Let’s go.” You confidently stepped towards the cafe, utterly unaware of Joshua’s now scarlet cheeks.

 “So if Y=X squared, it’s a quadratic equation?”

 “Yeah, Josh… Why did you even ask me to come here if you know what you’re doing?” 

 “I thought it would be harder, plus I hate studying alone.” The boy’s response was clearly just an excuse, but you didn’t let him know you knew that.

 “Since we are done now, do you wanna go to the park?”

 “I HAVE A LIFE TOO. But fine, I’ll go…” Joshua got up from his chair and went to pay for your drinks as you gathered all of the school supplies that were scattered across the small table. When he came back, he grabbed his guitar case from under one of the chairs and led you out of small building.

 “So… How’s life?” You stared up at Joshua, and attempted to formulate a response in your head.

 “It kinda sucks right now. My parents are still in America for a business trip, and I have had nobody else to talk to except for my dog for the past six months. What about you?”

 “Well, I’m pretty good right now. Besides exam season coming up, the most stress I’ve felt lately was deciding whether I want Cheerios or Fruit Loops in the morning.” You couldn’t help the chortle that escaped your mouth, which in turn caused Joshua to burst into peals of laughter. 

 By the time you both stopped laughing, you had reached a pretty remote part of the park. You were about to sit on the grass when Joshua pulled a small blanket out of his backpack and laid it on the ground.

 “Did you plan this? Are you about to murder me and dump me in the woods or something?” Joshua wildly shook his head and gave you a strange look.

 “No, I come here a bunch to play the guitar. That’s why I keep this blanket with me.” More excuses.

 “Well, Mr. Guitar Man, why don’t you play me something? Make up a song about anything and let me hear what you sound like.” He thought hard for a few seconds before opening his guitar case and beginning to strum out the melodious chords.

I’m, I’m good at wasting time
I think lyrics need to rhyme
And you’re not asking
But I’m trying to grow a mustache

 A giggle escaped your mouth, but Joshua just smiled and continued playing.

I eat cheese, but only on pizza, please
And sometimes on a homemade quesadilla
Otherwise it smells like feet to me
And I, I really like it when the moon looks like a toenail
And I love you when you say my name

 Suddenly, you began to realize what he was singing about. A rosy blush crawled across your cheeks, and you began to get anxious.

If you wanna know
Here it goes
Gonna tell you this
The part of me that shows if you’re close
Gonna let you see everything
But remember that you asked for it
I’ll try to do my best to impress
But it’s easier to let you take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain
My heart, will you ask for it, for your perusing?
At times confusing, slightly amusing
Introducing me

 He winked at you, and you let out another awkward giggle.

I never trust a dog to watch my food
And I like to use to the word "dude”
As a noun, or an adverb, or an adjective
And I’ve never really been into cars
I like really cool guitars and superheroes
And checks with lots of zeros on ‘em
I love the sound of violins
And making someone smile

If you wanna know
Here it goes
Gonna tell you this
The part of me that shows if you’re close
Gonna let you see everything
But remember that you asked for it
I’ll try to do my best to impress
But it’s easier to let you take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain
And my heart, will you ask for it, for your perusing?
At times confusing, possibly amusing
Introducing me

 “Joshua, oh my gosh, stop it!” He simply chuckled and continued.

Well, you probably know more than you ever wanted to
So be careful when you ask next time

So if you wanna know
Here it goes
Gonna tell you this
The part of me that shows if you’re close
Gonna let you see everything
But remember that you asked for it
I’ll try to do my best to impress
But it’s easier to let you take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain
And my heart, will you ask for it, for your perusing?
At times confusing, hopefully amusing
Introducing me

 As his fingers crossed the neck of the guitar one last time, you began clapping. He jokingly took a bow before tucking his guitar back in his case.

 “Josh… are you trying to ask me what I think you are?” He nodded, and slipped his hand in yours.

 “I really like you a lot… would you maybe consider going out with me?” You nodded, and leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

 “Maybe next time, I’ll let you get to know me a little bit better as well.”

The Stalker

Pairing: SilasxReader 

warnings : none i guess

fandom: Vampire Diaries 

Requested by an anon :  Hi i was wondering if i could request a vampire diaries imagine where Silas and the reader have a similar relationship to Klaus and Caroline Thankyou!!

I hope you like it ! 

Silas, Y/N had been thinking a lot about him the last few weeks. Sure he was selfish and arrogant and dangerous but he was different around her. The immortal wizard had been stalking her everywhere for a few months , it was weird at first , she had never talked to him before and one day he just started following her around , using his magic to gain her attention. 

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decayedrose  asked:

i love to cry so maybe lance x reader with 32? reader is slowly bleeding out and lance cant contact the others

Hey so I’m actually balling my eyes out right now and wow god bless you for this request. I think I’ll make a part two, I’m not sure yet, depends on what you all want:,)

The way it happened, was brutal and quick. You turned a corner, a blade slicing up and into your side. You froze, your body failing you as you collapsed to the ground. The blade still inside of you.

The way it happened, hurt you in every way. Thick, dark blood seeped through your fingers that now covered your skin. The skin that was just torn and shred seconds ago. The skin, that used to be touched so delicately by earth’s water.

The way it happened, ruined him.

“Oh gosh,” he stared at you, eyes as wide as they will ever become in his life. He turned the corner seconds after you collapsed to your knees.

His body felt stuck, yet he didn’t realize he was moving until he had reached you, grabbing your body and opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

He didn’t know what to do, he was out of power. His body shut down as he stared at you. He called for help through his helmet, not receiving an answer.

“Oh no, no no please.” The fire in his eyes melted into tears as he held his hand to your side. You stared at him, you didn’t even understand fully what was happening.

The blood dripped delicately onto his knees. Such a delicate manner, from such a horrible matter.

He brought his hands to your neck, holding gently under your jawline. He was so heartbroken. Liquid came from his eyes, mouth, and nose.

He felt numb. His body, his face, his heart. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to truly feel again.

“Hey, hey hey hey, keep your eyes on me, alright? Please, p-please don’t go..” He sobbed, pressing your head to his chest.

He began removing his armor, making it more comfortable for you. If this was your last breaths, he wanted you to be treated like a queen, like absolute royalty.

“Oh gosh.. I’m sorry, if I had just come earlier you wouldn’t be, you- you wouldn’t be,” he stopped, hunching over and sobbing. His forehead to yours.

Your hand shakily reached to his cheek, not noticing the horrendous amount of blood upon it. You rubbed your thumb shakily over his cheekbone.

“It’s not your fault,” you breathed in, tremors coursing through you, “this isn’t because of you.”

“No! No it is, you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me. Y-you’d be back on Earth. Having fun and being happy, being alive. I- I brought you here, I- I thought you could help us an-and now..” he trailed off. His eyes filled with a tsunami of tears and sadness.

“Lance, listen, keep your eyes, on me.” You leaned toward his shoulder, coughing up blood.

“Just, know…that I’m so, so glad. I’m, you brought me here.” Your voice was slowly making its way out, as well as your sight.

“I love you for that.”

He looked at your eyes, each one, one at a time taking them in. He wished he could’ve done this under softer circumstances. He wished he’d done this a long, long time ago.

You kissed him then. You had kissed him and you had given him your truth in a simple action and once again, like all the times you’ve done anything, Lance was blown away. He kissed back, being as gentle as he could so to not harm something so delicate as you.

You couldn’t speak anymore, every breath leaving your mouth was wasted air. Every breath was struggled just like your body itself. Your body was falling apart.

He held your face in his hands and just stared at you. What could he do now? He had no choice but to watch you become absent from his life. He had no choice but to watch you, all of you, leave. Your laugh, smile. The way you pouted whenever you thought of a plan, the way you’d snort at times with the littlest effort. He watched you, all of you, become simply mist in his life.

“I love you.” He whispered to you, pressing his wet lips to your forehead. His face felt swollen from the crying he had done already, his face might as well have been swollen from all the crying to come.

The last thing to be rid of your body during death, is hearing. The last, last thing.

And that’s what you did, you listened.

You listened as Lance sobbed, most likely leaving snot and tears upon your now pale skin. You listened as footsteps came from far away. You listened to Lance drag you toward him more, in fear of those footsteps being the ones of those he despised.

You listened as Keith came to the end of the hall, staring in pure horror and then screaming for the others. You listened to Keith run to Lance, sliding on his knees to your sides, tears pouring from his eyes as well.

You listened to the others slowly come to you, you listened to their cries and you listened to the way they sobbed over your body.

“Oh, Y/n, oh no no no no.” No’s echoed through you, becoming a symphony. You couldn’t tell who was you by their voices any longer.

“I tried, so hard to contact you, b-b-but i-it wasn’t working and I just tried so hard and I don’t know why-” Lance held you to him again, the others began yelling at each other, lifting your body up and running out of there as fast as they could.

The way it happened, was brutal and quick. As brutal as the blade that went through you. As brutal as the Galra’s Reign will fall. As brutal, and as quick, as Lance’s mentality.

Don’t wanna know

Hey guys! So I’ve got some requests and i’d like you to know that i will try to post them till next week because I’ve a lot of college stuff to do, so yeah. And here’s one imagine about Y/n being in love with Harry but he is in love with another person. Please do tell me what do you think about it. Plus English isn’t my first language so i’d like to apologize for the all the grammatical mistakes. Ending of this can a bit low-rated Because i ran out of ideas so yeah. Let me know is you’d like part 2 of it with ideas.

And I’ve to sing for the first time and i’m nervous at hell so please wish me luck that i do good and DO NOT FORGET MY LYRICS. 



“You like him don’t you?” Niall kept nudging you as you tried to ignore the topic he was talking on about. You’ve denied Niall like thousand times that no-you did not liked harry at all but little did he knew and he did knew that you were lying. You just didn’t wanted to say it by yourself and make it a statement.

“No. And I will keep saying no till you get it.” You said trying to mind your own business. You were not in the mood after what happened just a few hours ago between you and harry. Harry was your best friend. Only friends is what you guys were. But you wanted more than that. You didn’t wanted to but no one can help themselves from not falling in love. It just happens.

“Don’t lie to me Y/n i know yo-” you didn’t even let Niall finish his sentence when you exploded out of no where.

“YES I DO! I DO FUCKING LIKE HIM. WELL NO! I DAMN LOVE HIM! WHAT CAN YOU DO ABOUT IT HUH? TELL ME!!” You couldn’t help yourself from shouting at him like that and turning on your heel to walk away from the situation you were facing right now. Of course you weren’t a stone hearted person but Niall, he just went on your nerves. You felt bad for him but who were way too hurt to turn back to him and apologize.



Monday. 10:45 am. That’s what my phone displayed. I was suppose to meet up with Harry today. Well that’s what he asked me to do. Recently we haven’t been able to hang with each other a lot like we used to. He hasn’t been acting like himself since he returned from shooting Dunkirk. Even Anne and Gemma thinks the same. It seems like he has been hiding something from us. Especially from me. 

Groaning I got up leaving the warmth and coziness of my bed. I shivered at soon as the wooden floor came in the contact with my bare feet. Cold. It was damn cold. The weather was cold and so was my life. But when i was with Harry coldness was replaced with the warmth of Harry’s arms. He always used to say that no matter what he will come to keep my warm. Well more like promised but i guess some promises are made to break.

I walked to the bathroom and admired looked at myself in the mirror. Why would he? Why would he love someone like me? I am not one of those perfect models but i am myself. And maybe that’s why he might love me. I smiled and tuck hair behind my ear and admired myself. I was in love with Harry and that’s what made me feel beautiful. I am sure no girl would walk to mirror and say ‘i am beautiful’ while staring at herself, but i do because Harry made me feel beautiful.

Sometimes you cannot see the real beauty hidden within you but does when someone comes and digs the real diamond you’ve been hiding. And that diamond digger was Harry. He brought the best out of me. Whenever i was with him I felt alive-like I’ve been set free as who I am and not the made up me. I never thought that i can love again after what happened in the past. But i did. I am loving the most beautiful person from in and out.

I knocked on the heavy wooden door holding my breath. I wasn’t meeting him for the first time but the butterflies in my stomach flutters every time i see him like they did for the first time. After like what 15 seconds Harry opened the door. His hair were longer than the last time i saw him. I smiled softly at him and he returned it. He was just standing there not moving a muscle, so i had to lean forward to hug him. This was an awkward feeling. He did hugged back but not like he used. It was like i was hugging a stranger. And this time it didn’t felt warm. He was cold. Cold as an ice.

“Come in” he finally opened his mouth, as I pulled away shortly after he hugged me as clearly he wasn’t in the mood to hug me. I nodded and walked inside his house. Warmness of his house hit my face. Nothing wasn’t the same. Neither Harry nor his presence. But his house never changed. It was still warm and soothing. 

“Sit.” Harry said, more like demanding.

“are you okay?” I asked him as I said and he sat beside me not making any skin contact. Harry nodded with an annoying expression on his face. I didn’t had any idea of what it was because of. Maybe me?

“i love you” Harry blurred. For a second i thought, that the-Earth stopped moving. My heart felt like bursting out with overdose of love and happiness. 

“I-I LOVE YOU. Gosh i cant even say this properly to my friend then how will I tell her that?” Harry said running his hand in his hair in annoyance. Wait what? Her? My smile faded when I realized that whoever Harry was talking about wasn’t me.

“He-her?” I sturred looking at him, Harry nodded and for the first time he looked at me. He looked perfects as ever. Gosh it hurt me like hell knowing he loved someone else but i couldn’t help myself, falling for him again.

“oh god! I totally forgot to tell you” harry said sinking back in his couch.

“ Well there’s this girl Susan, I met during the shooting of Dunkirk. She is such a lovely person. I don’t think i’ve ever loved someone more than her.” Harry had such a passion and shine in his eyes as he talked more about Susan. He was in middle of telling me how they met on set when i stood up. I wasn’t able to control my tears anymore. My heart was aching and nothing was’t helping.

“I-I think i should keep going.” I said gathering my purse as i kept my gaze on ground controlling the water droplets which flooded my eyes.

“Why?’ Harry asked. I could sense the little disappointment in his voice as he pouted. I think he wanted me to stay just to listen to him talking about Susan.

“I-I’ve some work” i said. and before harry could say any further word, I left his house.

—End of flashback—

I kept running away. Crying, weeping, sobbing. It was the pain. Pain of losing the only thing i had. Though he never was mine. Everything was ruined within a matter of second. I won’t lying saying I was happy. Seeing harry in love with someone else hurt like hell. But it was the destiny i guess. 

My feet started paining when I gave up and fell on my knees crying. He was my everything and now my everything was gone. All this time i was wrong. He wouldn’t love me ever. I kept weeping until I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. I turned my face around to see who it was but my vision my blurry. I wiped my tears and stood up when I saw who it was.

“I know you love him. And I’m sorry I cannot help you.” Niall said with sympathy in his eyes. His kindness and sincerity towards me made me cry harder as I engulfed him tightly.

“It hurts Niall ! It hurts!” I cried. Clutching his tee shirt in a fist, I let all my emotions out-first time in front of a person. He rubbed my back trying to calm me down.

“Shhh it’ll be okay” he whispered hugging me tight.

“How? What do you know I’m feeling huh?” I said pulling away so that I could look at his face which was filled with care.

“Believe” Niall whispered as he cupped my face and pecked my forehead. That gesture of him calmed me down a bit. But the scares and the wounds on my heart weren’t gonna be healed so easily. My heart was broken and it wasn’t easy to mend a broken heart.

The worst part was, it kept aching as I thought of Harry. It ached whenever I tried to remember my love for him. It ached with the thought of Harry being someone else’s. It just ached

I knew this wasn’t gonna be easy. But I had to survive. The only person who broke me was the only person who could fix my heart.

anonymous asked:

i love you SO MUCH I think you're more of my fave than H ;) how would you imagine H loving up the missus, if she were a real curvy gal? like would he always be gently cupping her round bottom, or would he always just anchor his hand on her hips wherever they are AHHHH so many feels

Oh, gosh! Stop it, petal, you’re making me blush! I love you too! 

He would LOVE LOVE LOVE her curves (I actually personally imagine her as a lil’ curvy). He would adore them so much. Resting his head on her soft tummy, kissing his way down her thick thighs and over the half-heart shape of each hip. Nuzzling the tender skin there and nipping lightly. “Love how soft you are, baby. Love it so much. Yer so fucking beautiful.” He’d love on even the parts she doesn’t always like. The little rolls on her back, the pudge on her hips, the pesky dimples on her bum. He’d kiss and trace his fingers over everything with so much love and tenderness.  But god, does he love her bum and gives it all of the love it deserves. He loves every square inch of her and adorns her with all of the kisses and gentle touches he can possibly give her. He would love her body and would make damn sure she always knows it. He’d be wild for it.

And when she untangles herself from him, post-sex all soft and glowy, he’d watch her from bed with hooded eyes, a big, lazy, sated grin, admiring her shape as she pads towards the bathroom and whispering how fucking lucky he is, to himself.

Side note: This kind of goes along with this ask from yesterday: 


Not that we’re talking insecurities here, per se. But I definitely think he would do lots of those things in this scenario.



Person A: B doesn’t like me C, they just wanna be friends.
Person C: Oh really
Person C: *clears throat*
Person B: *crashes through the wall* WHAT!! WHO!!
Person A://///////////////

Cyborg was making dinner at the tower, it was his turn and as Raven walked in he sighed and shook his head. His last conversation with the Changeling left him frustrated and it wasn’t even his heart that was on the line. “You have to stop toying with him Rae. He has it so bad for you.” He looked to her as he stirred dinner. “I mean is it funny to break beasts heart?”

Raven had poured herself some tea and was looking at him curiously. “Are we talking about the same person I think we are talking about?” She questioned. She flushed at the thought but no there was no way. Impossible that the green Changeling would have some sort of feelings for her. She of all people would have known. “I’ve only gotten caring friendship emotion from him. He doesn’t see me like that.” She insisted.

Cy again shook his head. “He hides it well. I can prove it if you truly don’t believe me.” He replied both eyebrows raised.

“Whatever.” She answered back softly stirring honey into her tea.

Cyborg held a small smirk on his lip as he wondered if she really knew what she was asking. “Oh. My. God. Rae, is that a hickey on your neck!?!” he crying loudly knowing BB was close.

Beast Boy burst through the door. “What …? Who.? Oh man..” his ears dropped down as he looked to her.

Raven looked at him confused before she flushed. “No I don’t have…” she looked up and licked her lips I don’t even have someone who could…“ she trailed off glaring at Cyborg.

Cy smirked. "Point and case.” he turn back to his cooking.

Gar started fumbling over his words.“You don’t? I could… I mean…Well would you like tohavesomeonethatis?” He moved on the balls of his feet fidgeting nervously.

Raven flushed brighter. “You want to give me a hickey?!”

“and more…” he blushed smacking his forehead with his hand. Cyborg stifled a laugh as he heard him. “That sounded horrible..I meant like take you out and possibly kiss you.”

Raven nearly knocked of her feet as the sound of plate cracking made its sound. Her mouth dried looking at him. As her brain told her What “more” he was suggesting. “I…Uh.. you mean like a date?”

Gar nodded. His eyes watching her hers as he licked over his lips. “I would love to take you out. And kiss you. And just well.. your beautiful.”

Cy shook his head. “Shut up and kiss him already Rae!”

Raven looked at Cyborg before her black magic circled around his mouth silencing all of the robots his words. Raven looked at Gar her eyes sparkling she walked close to him then slowly leaned her face in. She wasn’t very sure what she was doing. Gar took the cue and closed the distance between them. His emerald eyes closing slowly. His lips meet hers as the emotions buried inside made their way to the surface. Lust, love, desire, nervousness and overwhelming joy. She sighed softly pressing her lips to his. Kissing was different than what she expected it to be like. His mouth was soft, warm.

His hands moved to her hips pulling her closer to his body. His tongue teasing over her lower lip. Her hands moved over his neck the pleasure of his lips sending million of butterflies through her stomach. There was sigh before she pulled back and looked at him. “Take me out, "woo” me and then there may be more.“ She smirked.

Gar nodded. "I can do that.” he replied sounding confident. But his thought added. ’I hope.’

“When should I be prepared for our date?” She asked. Ignoring the annoyed frustrated feeling Cyborg was feeling with his mouth magically closed.

“When are you free?” he asked excitedly.

She raised a brow almost saying you’ve got to be joking right? “I’m always here unless I’m taking annoyances to jail.” She responded snapping her fingers and letting Cyborg mouth free.

Gar though on it. “Tomorrow night? It’s the summer solstice. They are having a street fair. May I take you to it?” He questioned watching her move around the kitchen.

Raven nodded. “Sounds very nice yes, I will plan for then thank you.”

My Insanely Hot Stepbrother


It wasn’t long since I met Jinyoung as my new step-brother. My dad had married his mom only a month ago and I met him a couple days afterwards when he came back from boarding school. Apparently, he’s a year older than me and will start going to the same school I do next semester.

I remember my first impression of him and honestly, I thought he was hot. Hotter than the guys at my school and probably one of the best looking guys I’ve ever seen. Beautiful, brown eyes, full, pink lips, and judging by how he always comes out of the shower shirtless, he had a fucking nice body too. There were times I could barely even look away. You what he does when he noticed me staring? He fucking chuckles, winks at me, and goes to his room. He always teased me. It was fun for him.

To simplify our relationship, he’s a big tease and I try to avoid contact with him as much as possible. He’s my step-brother and I know there should be nothing between us but I just can’t help but have impure thoughts. Dreams and fantasies of having his hands all over me. Touching, kissing me in all the right places. It turns me on so bad that I’ve been maturbating like crazy, thinking about Jinyoung. Always making me feel so guilty and wrong.

This week our parents are we’re going to out of town to finally go on their honeymoon, which meant that me and Jinyoung would be alone in the same house. A boy and a girl. Man and women.

I think I might just die with the thought of it that way.


I turned away from the tv, that wasn’t even on, to see Jinyoung walking towards me taking a seat next to me on the couch. I tried to act as normal and calm as possible. However, I couldn’t control my eyes, they would dilate every time I see him and I could tell too.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“You know, ‘mommy and daddy,’” he said quoting those two words with his fingers, “are  gonna be out for a long while. Wanna do something?”

“Like what,” I asked nervously.

“Like you know,” he said leaning against the couch, “get to know each other better.”

Getting to know each, seems okay, nothing difficult.

“Yeah, sure ok,” I responded.

“Okay,” he said sitting up straight, “Let’s play 21 questions, I’ll start.”

He pretended to think before looking back at me to ask the first question, “when’s your birthday?”

You told him your birthday, “Um, what do you miss about about boarding school?”

“Hmmm, well my friends really, the rest of it sucked ass,” he said chuckling, “What’s your school like?”

“Well, it’s okay I guess, typical high school really. What kind of student are you, like were you popular?”

“A little above average you can say, had few admirers, but overall normal guy,” he nodded.

I seriously doubt that he’s “normal.” He looks anything but normal.

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

A boyfriend? Why would he care about that?

“No, it don’t,” I answered slowly.

He nodded at me as if this was an important piece of information.

“Do…you have a girlfriend,” I asked hesitantly.

He chuckled, “No, neither do I…What did you think about be when you first met me?”

That made stop for a bit, I could feel my heart pound through my chest. Gosh, this question makes me nervous. How am I supposed to answer a question like that?

“Uh..,” seriously?

“Uh, I thought you were…nice. I always wanted a big brother.” Nice.

“Just nice,” he asked dubiously, teasing me.

“Uh, it’s my turn,” I retorted, trying to change the subject. “Um. Do you like your new home?”

“Yeah, of course,” he answered, leaning against the couch and staring attentively at me, “I got a cool new step-dad now and…,” he stretched his hand towards me pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, “a beautiful new step-sister.”

He looked at me with endearing eyes as he held my cheek. I gulped down some of the salvia I had building up inside my mouth.


“Okay, now my turn. So answer me this honestly,” he drew closer to me, making my body slightly back away.

“Do have any sexual attraction toward me?”

Why does this question have to come up?!

I looked down shamefully, “…Yes, but–”

“Really? That’s good then,” he suddenly leaned over and unexpectedly smashes his lips against mine.

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Imagine Florist Asahi 

  1. Asahi in flower crowns
  2. Asahi making flower crowns
I think I´m in love with her.

Merry Christmas guys, I hope you have a nice time, and I wanted to thank you for being there and reading my stuff, I really appreciate that. :)

Today I have another reader request for you guys and I hope you´ll like it. 
Please send in requests, because I´m running low again.
The point of view in this Oneshot is a little messed up because I had to catch Sam´s emotion but I hope you don´t mind.

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Length: 1389 Words

Request:  Can I request a Sam x Reader where the Reader and Sam are best friends and Sam has an “oh fuck, I’m in love with her” moment. You can put whatever angst you want but could it end in fluff?

by @alternativesam

I hope you don´t mind that there´s no angst included, but I kinda enjoyed writing something really fluffy.
I also included a little matchmaker!Dean because this is just something I can imagine he would do. :D

{Imagine Sam realizing he´s madly in love with you.}

Originally posted by themegalosaurus


“That´s enough, I surrender”, you said while you were lying on the floor of the library, laughing so hard you almost couldn´t breathe, you´re hair was all messed up and spread around your head, but in the most beautiful way Sam could imagine.
You had your eyes closed while you tried to catch your breath and your shirt was lifted a few inches due to the fact that Sam had been tickling you for the last few minutes and showed a little bit of your skin.
He couldn´t quite believe how beautiful and perfect you were right now and suddenly it was crystal clear.
“Oh fuck”, he said and you opened your eyes and looked at him: “What is it?”
Had he been saying this out loud?
Quickly he stood up, running a hand through his hair, trying not to look too suspicious, while he said: “It´s nothing, it´s just that I promised Dean to, uhm, help him in the kitchen.”
You stood up yourself and made a questioning face: “You offered to help in the kitchen? Is something wrong with you?”
Sam had to laugh but then you did that adorable thing where you bit your lower lip and frowned, which was too much to handle right now so he just nodded and ran off, knowing that he left you behind probably thinking he had gone insane.
Of course he had never said anything about helping Dean in the kitchen, but in case you decided to go there to take a beer or something, he had to go there now too.
He did not want you to think he was lying to you even if it was something stupid as this.
When he entered the kitchen, Dean was tanding there, apparently making spaghetti.
Sam never really got why his brother was into the cooking stuff, but since neither he nor you were able to make so much as a pizza, he was kinda glad.
“Hey Sammy, what´s up. You look like you´ve seen a ghost. Wait, you haven´t right?”, Dean said and grinned.
Sam rolled his eyes and shut the door: “Common Dean, that isn´t funny. I think I have a problem and I don´t know what to do about it?”
His brother looked back at the boiling water: “Usually people use scissors.”
Sam frowned: “What?”
“Your Hair, that´s your problem, right? People use scissors to cut their hair”, Dean said and laughed dryly.
Sam gave him an annoyed look: “Aren´t you a real treat today? I am serious.”
He took a look around to make sure you were nowhere to be seen: “I think I just realize I´m in love with (Y/N).”
Now Dean frowned: “You´re kidding me.”
Sam shook his head: “I´m afraid not, I don´t know how this happened I…”,  but his brother interrupted him immediately: “That´s not what I meant. By “are you kidding me”, I meant did you really just tell me that you realized you were in love with her only just now?”

The younger Winchester started to get a little confused: “What do you mean?”
Dean sighed: “I mean that it is so obvious that you are in love with her that everybody already noticed it. Even Cas, and he is not one to pick up on human emotions very quickly in case you don´t remember.”
Sam was rather taken aback: “Are you serious? But were just best friends.”
“No you´re not. Well, you kinda are, but the way you always stare at her as if she´s the most beautiful woman in the world, isn´t a way just friends look at each other”, Dean stated and Sam tried to find an answer when suddenly the door burst open and you walked in, grinning.
Your hair was now up in a high ponytail, swinging around your head.
“I can´t believe it”, you said, “you´re really here. I think I´ll call Crowley now, asking if hell already froze over.”
Dean laughed and Sam usually would have too, but somehow he was still struck with the realization he just had, so he just continued to stare at you until you stopped laughing:
“Gosh, Sam, what the hell is it with you today.”
Dean grinned: “I think Sammy has to tell you something.”
Your eyes found his and you smiled: “Do you?”
Sam´s heart pounded and he shot Dean an angry glare, then looked back at you: “I don´t. Dean´s just being annoying.”
You shrugged: “Well, I think I´ll be in my room then, get me when the food´s ready.”

The evening had continued to be rather awkward because Dean kept making suggestions during your shared meal and you had stared at him all night, probably thinking that he went crazy.

After that, Sam had excused himself to bed rather early and now he was lying on his bed, thinking about what to do next.
He couldn´t just approach you and say “Hey, by the way, I think I´m in love with you.”
He also feared that your friendship wasn´t going to last very long if he kept behaving that weird.
Probably he should just forget about his annoying feelings and just continue being best friends with you, at least that was what you two were best at.
Suddenly it knocked on the door and Sam looked up: “Come in.”
You walked trough the door very quietly and sat down on the bed beside Sam, stroking over the fabric of the mattress.
When nobody said anything for a while you cleared your throat: “Sam, I think I know what you wanted to tell me.”
He looked at you, feeling rather helpless: “Okay, what do you think?”
You avoided his glance: “Did you want to tell me that you…”, you made a pause and suddenly you looked at him, grinning: “Were ready for my revenge?”
Before Sam could realize what was happening, you attacked him, tickling him madly and laughing hysterically.

He started fighting, back, trying to catch your wrists, but you were fast, after all you were a hunter, but when you tried to adjust yourself to prevent falling from the bed, he grabbed you, pinning you down on the mattress, building a cage around you:
“Gotcha”, he said and smiled.
You still grinned as if you had won the match: “Good, so would you please grow a pair already and kiss me, because I can´t deal with this hide and seek of a relationship any longer.”
For two seconds, Sam hesitated, thinking about what it would mean to kiss you right now, but then his gaze fell on your beautiful eyes and he was gone, kissing you with every hidden emotion he had and you kissed him back with equal passion.
After a while of making out heavily, you pushed him away gently, smiling: “Well, that´s what I´m talking about.”
Sam smiled, stroking over your head: “So you knew too?”
You rolled your eyes: “That you had a crush on me? Everyone knew it. Even Cas.”
Sam laughed: “Heard that before.”
Suddenly his face grew serious: “Why didn´t you tell me before? I mean apparently you like me back, so why wait?”
You smiled and took his hand in yours: “Well, I had to wait for you to realize that you like me too. It is no good if everyone knows it but you still think we´re just friends.”
Sam stroked over your fingers: “And how did you know I was ready now?”
You grinned at him: “Well, when we were lying on the ground of the library today, having one of those stupid play-fights only people who are in love but aren´t willing to admit it yet have, you suddenly said: “Oh fuck.” And when I looked at you and combined this random exclamation with the way you were looking at me, I realized you had you´re >Oh fuck, I´m in love with her< moment.”
Sam raised his eyebrows: “Really? That´s what tipped you off?”
You shrugged: “Well that, and Dean, telling me you finally sucked it up and admitted there were feelings.”

Sam frowned: “I have to kill him”
You took his head in your hands: “Please don´t, without him we wouldn´t be doing this after all.”
You kissed him again, and Sam made a mental note to thank his brother later.
First punch him in the face, but then thank him.

Friends after all - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 25 (Fake boyfriend/Neighbour AU)

Title: Friends after all

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden

Word count: 6,086

Warnings: Angst, implied smut

Summary: AU. Dean Winchester. Mechanic. Neighbour. Best friend. Single father. And fake boyfriend? You babysit his daughter. You’ve known him for years and you’ve been really close. Everything will be put to test though when your sister’s wedding approaches and he has the brilliant idea of pretending to be your boyfriend. Nobody would have ever thought of the result. Certainly not you.

You arrive at the Wicnhesters’ house and finally meet Sam’s family. All your nerves fade away in an instant and you think you will have a peaceful week. Leave it to Dean to once again prove you wrong and make this as hard as possible.

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You fidgeted with your hands all the way to Sam’s parents’ house. It wasn’t the worry you had over meeting them that had you on edge anymore. It was the fact that Dean had refused to come with you, but later on his own. You were not going to believe that he just had things to take care of with the garage. It was a lame excuse and you knew it. Sam did as well, and wouldn’t buy any of it. What Sam didn’t know about though was what had happened- or at least almost happened between you and Dean the previous day. You couldn’t help but think that it had to do with that though. Hell you were scared he would do something reckless, push you away or maybe something worse.

“He was totally lying.” Sam said through pursed lips and for the first time during this long ride you looked at him.

“You think?” you asked in a low voice and he nodded his head a little.

“I mean-” he ran a hand through his hair “-he tried to seem believable but it was all so fake. Like what the heck does he have to do with the garage at this time? And he had plenty of time yesterday too.” he clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

“Sam” you whispered, taking hold of his hand. You could see how this was worrying him more than it should. In a way that showed how he knew or felt something. That deep down he knew it had something to do with… you.

It made panic rise up inside you and you gave his hand a squeeze. You didn’t want Sam to doubt about you, in no way.

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ryleigh-autumn45-deactivated201  asked:

Can u continue lovepatrolmabill's prompt? I really loved it and would loveeee to hear more! You are a really good writer

Aww thank you!!! :DD
Here’s the big angsty fallout when Mabel finds out that her boyfriend William is actually Bill Cipher


Bill opened the door to Mabel’s room, a bit surprised to see her lights still on at this time of night. She was usually asleep by midnight, and it was well past two in the morning. He had just planned on crawling into bed and not disturbing her, but to his bewilderment, Mabel was sitting on her bed, completely awake.

His eyes dropped to the tightly gripped journal in her hand, flipped open to the information on himself. He paled a bit, heart skipping a beat as he caught sight of her face. Her expression was…unreadable.

“Mabel?” He asked worriedly, stepping further into the room. She looked up at him, realizing he was in the room, and then she was just staring at him. The look in her eyes alone sent the hairs on the back of Bill’s neck standing up.

“What’re you doing here?” She glowered at him, a white-knuckled grip on the journal in her hands.

“Uh….going to sleep?” He asked in bewilderment, looking left to right as if she was talking to someone else. The two of them have shared a bed for…over four months now. Why was there a problem now? He racked his brain hurriedly for something he had done, but he wasn’t even home today! Was that it? Was she mad that—

“No. I mean, what are you doing /here/,” Mabel hissed, clutching the journal tightly in her hands. Bill just looked at her, unsure what to even say. His stomach twisted, a terrible feeling settled over him, and he was really hoping he was getting ker-prank’d or something right now.

“Mabel, I really don’t know what you’re talking about, but whatever I did, I’m sorry–”

“You’re sorry!” Mabel laughed hysterically, pinching her temples. “For what? Possessing my brother? Weirdmageddon? Or dating me and making you think you were just a normal guy, not the person who terrorized my family?!”

Bill’s blood went ice cold. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, heart completely stopping as Mabel glared at him like he was the most atrocious thing in the world. It dawned on Bill that she found him out, and he felt like he had just been slapped in the face. She knew who he was. And now…now she was looking at him like he was…


“I-I…I didn’t–”

“William, you—-oh my gosh. William.” She put her head in her hands in hysterical despair. “William! Am I really that stupid?”

Bill felt absolutely sick. He wanted to explain, he wanted to say something - but he just couldn’t force out any words. He licked his lips, face uncomfortably hot and hands shaking a tiny bit as he tried to find something to say, anything to fix this and make her understand why he did what he did! If he had told her who he was - which he was going to! - then…then she would’ve left him! Bill put a hand to his head dizzily - his argument hardly even made sense in his own head.

“Shooting St–”

Her eyes snapped up to his, absolutely on fire, and Bill instantly paled, waving his arms around frantically.

“Mabel! Mabel, I meant to say Mabel!” He pleaded desperately. The one time he slipped, it had to be now. Of course it did. He was losing her. He could already see it coming now - he was about to lose her.

“…How could you do this?” Mabel’s eyes filled with tears, a couple flittering down her cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to!” Bill instantly blurted. “I-I mean, at first I did–! I didn’t know you though, it was just supposed to be some stupid plan to get revenge–!”

“You were just using me to get revenge,” Mabel repeated hollowly.

“No!” Bill wailed, fisting at his hair. “At first, yes! But then I got to know you and it stopped being for the revenge, it turned into love and–”

“What we had was not love,” Mabel hissed, Bill weakly shaking his head. “It was just lies. You lied to me about everything! I-I can’t believe you let me fall for you after everything you did!!!”

“I didn’t lie about loving you!” Bill pleaded desperately, “I’ve lied about a lot of things, but never that!”

“Screw you,” Mabel bit out, Bill wincing from her words. He had to make his case, and he had to make it now. He came closer to her, looking messy and terrified and scared.

“Listen, Mabel, I’ve changed since when you were twelve. You changed me. And I want to stay here with you, I’m the person you think I am, I just have a different name! I want to stay and be William and be with you!”

“You’ve changed?” Mabel raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re still lying. You still only care about yourself. I don’t see anything that’s changed here.”


“You’re Bill Cipher,” she hissed, “Not William. And not my boyfriend.”


“Get out.”


“What’re you gonna do? Put me in a bubble again?”

Bill stood there in the middle of the room, knocking his fists against his sides. He had so much he wanted to say, but they wouldn’t form words. And the way she was looking at him…just yesterday, she was snuggled against him, laughing and giggling and planting kisses all over him.

“If you don’t leave, I’m going to call in Grunkle Stan, and he can punch you out a second time,” Mabel warned, hands balling into fists. Bill swallowed thickly, head in his hands as he sniffled.

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Yes you did.”

He rubbed at his eyes, walking to her door in defeat. He turned back to look at her - to look at the girl who had completely changed his life - and she was still glaring at him. And she had a right - he had broken her heart, after all.

He silently closed the door behind him, leaving Mabel to throw the journal at the wall and burst into tears.

confused pt. 2

Part 1

Requests: OMG OMG please make a part 2 to confused! It’s so good I can’t live without it! // part 2 of confused!!! 

scott mccall x reader

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Just another Chanbaek moment

161215| SBS Gayo Daejun’s Teaser

A recent moment, something that happened like few hours ago, saw a video of this and so I searched for the gifs and it must be shared because it’s nighttime from where I am at and I am trying so hard not to literally scream because I just can’t. You’ll understand when I show you.

(just one part of it but it must be discussed) the first thing I noticed was how close they were and looked so squished together, and when it looked like Baekhyun was gunna rest his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder (Just do it Baekhyun! Like seriously!) Channel looked at Baekhyun out of the corner of his eyes. If you can’t see it then I must have super sight seeing or something.

You know looking at this it makes me wonder where Chan’s arm (or hand) is located… (bad me)

The stares…the gosh dang stares and that smile while looking at Chanyeol (and faded when he looked away from Chanyeol) stop it Byun Baekhyun you’re stabbing my heart with my feels!

They are still so close with shoulders smoothing together, sure it’s not as smooshed as it was during their Baskin Robins interview (they were like sooooo close, I couldn’t even see Baekhyun’s shoulder) but this is still enough for me… why do they look so cute together? 

Anyway, V-sign out! (hey hey hey! Sounds good~ hehe)

Nervous Jitters - Liam Dunbar Drabble

Prompt by wildcardx0 - request : Liam asking you out but is really nervous about it 😊🙊

Author’s Note: I’m trying something different, a drabble more specifically. The prompt was short, sweet, and straight to the point. That’s exactly what I did with this prompt. Enjoy my first drabble.

Originally posted by showandwrite

There she is. Liam thought to himself as he saw Y/N in front of her locker, pulling out books from her bag and placing them inside her locker. You can do this. It’s not that hard.

“You know, you actually have to walk to her to ask her out, right?” Mason chuckled. bringing Liam out of his thoughts.

“I know,” Liam glared back at Mason. “Just give me a minute.” Liam took a deep breath and stood still for a few seconds. “Am I moving yet?" 

"Just go!” Mason pushed Liam towards Y/N’s direction. 

Liam shoved his hands in his front jean pockets as he walked down the hallway. His heart was beating out of his chest with each step. He stopped as soon as he stood behind her open locker door, hoping to surprise her when she closed the door. Except his plan backfired when she accidentally hit her locker door with a book, making it swing backwards, and smacking Liam in the face.

Liam let out a soft groan and a gasp immediately escaped Y/N’s lips.

“Oh, my gosh!” Y/N exclaimed. “Are you alright, Liam?” She slammed her locker door shut.

“I’m fine,” Liam rubbed his forehead.

“Let me see,” Y/N cupped his face gently with her hands.

Liam’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously at her warm touch and how close her face was front of his. He’s never been this close to her and it was making him extremely nervous.

“You’re perfectly fine.” Y/N smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s o-okay,” Liam whispered. Liam cleared his throat and spoke up a little bit louder. “Umm, hey Y/N.”

“Hi, Liam,” She giggled with her hands still on her face. “Oops. Sorry.” She removed her hands from his cheeks.

God, why did she have to smile that beautiful smile? Liam shook his thoughts away. “Umm, I have a question…. I was wondering,” Liam’s scratched the back of his neck. “Well I, umm,” Liam cleared his throat. God, why did she have to make me so nervous?

Y/N eyebrows furrowed wondering what’s wrong with Liam and why couldn’t he just get out whatever he was trying to say. She was beginning to wonder how hard she might have hit him.

Crap, why is she looking at me like that? Do I have something one my face? OMG say something!

“WouldYouLikeToGoOutWithMeThisWeekend,” Liam rushed out.

Wow. Liam closed his eyes from embarrassment. Could you have been anymore smoother?

Y/N giggled as she saw his cheeks turning slightly pink. She wasn’t expecting him to ask her out, but he did, and he was so nervous about it. She couldn’t help but find it adorable.

“I’d love to, Liam.”

Liam’s eyes opened to see her beaming. “Really?”

“Yes.” She pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from her bag. She scribbled her number in black ink and handed it over to Liam. “Text me.” She leaned in and gave Liam a quick peck on his cheek. “I gotta go to class.”

The shade of pink on Liam’s cheek grew a little darker.

Liam saw her walking away and then disappear as she walked into a classroom. Liam couldn’t help but smile. She had said yes. She agreed to go out with him. He was on cloud nine.

“Now was that so hard?” Mason asked.

Package Deal: Michael Clifford (Part 6)

Word Count: 1302 

Requested: No; I just needed to continue 

 Warnings: None 

Much love.. 

“Bye Mommy!” Grayson yelled, giving you a quick wave as he stepped onto the stairs of the school bus. 

Today was the day your baby boy started Kindergarten, something you really hadn’t mentally prepared for. Grayson was so excited to go but you knew this meant he was growing up. It was happening all too fast for your liking. Tears brimmed your eyes as you saw the doors close leaving the image of Gray clad in his jeans, little combat boots and baggy grey sweater, his turtle shell backpack rested on his shoulders. 

Mikey had been the one who’d taken him clothes shopping against your own will though they had let you handle the supplies. You had been speechless when Mikey had walked through the door after his and Gray’s ‘shopping spree’, hands overflowing with bags. 

As Grayson proudly displayed all his new attire you couldn’t help but to smile. Little black skinny jeans, baby band tees, oversized sweaters and even a denim jacket.. Looking at him you only saw Michael, not his father, but his genetics suggested otherwise. 

Though Grayson had fallen for Michael’s sense of style, his favorite piece of clothing was his Ninja Turtle tee being that Mikey had purchased one for himself so they could match. It had gotten to a point where the two had grown inseparable, Grayson even insisted 'Michelangelo’ should come over every day. 

In the past few weeks you had truly appreciated how close all three of you had gotten; you were the three musketeers, the three amigos, three peas in a pod. Suddenly you’d felt complete, you’d felt like a family. 

After heavy consideration you had built up the courage to ask Michael. Even though it was Grayson’s first day, he was now going to have a surprise when he came home. In a few hours Michael was coming over, all his belongings crammed into his car and was officially moving in. 


“Hey Kitten,” Mikey smiled, ducking out of his car. You childishly grinning with anticipation you spoke coolly, “Hey Babe." 

"You ready?” He questioned as he opened the trunk of his car. “More ready than ever,” you laughed, eagerly grabbing the first box. 

Sweat covered your forehead as you looked at the disarray of the apartment. While empty boxes lined the walls, a smile lined Mikey’s lips. “We did it,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist. “And in record time,” you smirked as your eyes scanned the room, specifically looking at the guitars that set in the corner, “I wish you’d told me you still played. I knew you were in a band but.." 

Shrugging, Mikey kissed your forehead, "It really wasn’t important at the time.” “I can’t believe you just kissed me, I’m all gross,” you quickly stepped away, “I’m gonna get cleaned up." 


”(Y/N)? Your phone is ringing, I think it’s the school,“ Michael’s concerned tone met you at the bathroom door. Quickly slipping your clean shirt over your head, you opened the door, taking your phone from Mike. "Hello?” You answered worriedly. “Hi, is this Miss (Y/L/N)?” The woman on the other line asked. “Yes, is everything all right?" 

"Well, Grayson’s teacher brought him down to me a few minutes ago, he’s had a rough day and we were wondering if you’d like to get him.” “Oh- of course,” you were taken aback as you grabbed your wallet and keys off the counter, “I’ll be right there.” Quickly hanging up you yelled to Mikey, “Babe, I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta pick up Gray." 

Michael made his way toward the door, his brows furrowed, "I didn’t think school ended until 3:30.” “Well that was the school and they said he had a rough day,” you spoke, confused yourself. He only nodded before asking, “Do you want me to come with you?” “Actually yes." 

Making your way into the office you saw Gray sitting in a chair, tears stained his reddened cheeks. "Michelangelo!” He instantly perked up seeing Mike’s face, running directly toward him. “Hey Buddy, what’s going on?” Michael crouched down as Gray ran into his arms. “I just needed Mommy and especially you,” Gray rambled. 

The whole situation left you dumbfounded and now that Gray was smiling you only wanted answers. “Could we talk to you Miss. (Y/L/N)?” The woman who had been sitting near Grayson questioned politely. 

“Yes, please,” you nodded, following her into her office. “I’m Colleen by the way,” she offered you her hand which you gladly accepted, “(Y/N).” “Well I’ll just say, Grayson is an amazing boy, a strong little one,” Colleen spoke softly, shutting the door. Nodding, you awaited her next statement. “Today in class they began discussing their families; you know, mothers, siblings, grandparents and,” she paused, “fathers." 

You froze, "That’s when he lost it.. Fathers." 

"Well not exactly (Y/N), his teacher said he was acting perfectly normal and openly said, 'I don’t have a Dad,’ but then another student, which has since faced disciplinary action, piped up insisting Grayson’s father wouldn’t have loved him." 

In that moment your heart broke, "Oh gosh,” you buried your head into your hands, “Did he talk to you about it?" 

Colleen’s expression softened, "Yes indeed. Grayson was in tears as he recounted what happened but then he stopped talking. I advise that you talk to him about it though give it a day or two. Call me if you need anything.” She then placed a small card in front of you. 

Currently it all seemed too much to consider but you agreed quickly, ready to take your son home. “I will do and thank you so much Colleen,” you smiled making your way out to the main office to see Grayson smiling widely as he sat on Michael’s lap. “Let’s go home Gray,” you leaned down grabbing his little hand, “you had a rough day." 

"I’m so happy Michelangelo is living with us,” Grayson smiled, his head resting on his pillow. Mikey had taken his usual spot at the end of Grayson’s bed while you curled up next to him, your feet resting in Mike’s lap. 

“I’m glad you’re happy Gray, that’s all Mommy wants for you,” you cooed, gently rubbing circles onto his back, “That’s all Mikey wants too. But you need to get some rest Buddy,” you smiled, brushing his bangs from his sleepy eyes before sitting up. “Okay,” Grayson sighed, “Love you, Mommy.” He reached his arms around you, pecking your cheek. “Now say goodnight to Mikey and get some sleep. I love to the moon and back Gray,” you smiled standing in the doorway. “To infinity and beyond,” he giggled. 

Stepping away from Gray’s room you heard Michael’s low murmur followed by a fit of laughter, as usual. Grayson’s laughter meant the world to you, especially on a day like today. It felt different as you made way into your own bedroom, the room that you officially shared with Michael as of today. This simply opened another chapter within the novel containing Grayson and your stories. 

You pulled back the comforter on the bed and slipped in, flicking off the lamp on your beside table. The door soon clicked shut, Michael’s figure walked in. He rustled a bit with his pillow before he layed by your side. “Hey,” he rolled over, grabbing your hand, “Can I tell you something?" 

"Yeah, hold on,” you reached over and turned your lamp back on. “What’s going on Babe,” you questioned. 

Mike suddenly sat up as he spoke, “Grayson told me something in his room and before you say anything I want you to know, I told him the three of us can talk about it." 

"Go on,” you spoke softly, grasping tighter onto his hand. 

“Grayson asked me if I would be his daddy..”

bisexualnylander  asked:

hi hello will you maybe write a christmas patater engagement fic??? im desperate for christmas and pataters feelings rn.

(Written quickly an unedited but I hope you still enjoy! Happy holidays!!)

On Christmas Eve Kent and Alexei sleep in late. Kent wake up first as usual, with Alexei’s large arms bracketing him in place on their bed. Eventually they get out of bed and while Kent makes breakfast, Alexei is blasting Christmas music and singing loudly and terribly out of tune. It’s okay though, because he’s so cute while doing it and Kent can’t help but abandoning the scrabbled eggs he was making and kissing him silly. The eggs burn and neither of them care because they’re so deeply in love, and right now nothing else seems to matter.

“I’m want hippopotamus on Christmas!“ Alexei messes up the words to the song, his accent sounding even stronger as he sings, dancing around the living room and Kent can’t but join him. They dance, jump, chase each other around the flat, always stopping under mistletoe to share sweet kisses.

When they’re done messing around, they start Christmas baking. Alexei is awful and Kent isn’t much better, but he wants to bring something nice to Christmas dinner at his mom’s house tomorrow. Their first attempt is a fruit cake but it ends up being absolutely disgusting, so they settle on trying a simple sugar cookie recipe Bitty sent. Baking together is fun and Kent doesn’t remember a time he’s felt so happy, so in love.

When they finish decorating the cookies, Kent puts them into a red and green tin to take to his mother. Alexei sneaks off somewhere while he cleans up.

Everything is normal until the evening, when they’re cuddling on the couch and watching The Grinch. Alexei is uncharacteristically quiet as he runs his fingers through Kent’s blonde locks.
“You okay, Babe?” Kent asks, leaning up to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek. Alexei smiles at him sweetly and nods. “Yes. Just nervous,“ he says. Kent could tell, with his ear pressed against Alexei’s chest he could feel how fast the man’s heart was racing.
“What are you nervous about? He asks curiously. Alexei sighs, pulling Kent into his lap.
“You know how much I’m love you,” he whispers, running his thumb across Kent’s cheekbone. The smaller man hums, leaning into the touch. “Have present tonight. I’m scared you are not liking,“ Alexei continued. “Honey I’m sure I’ll love whatever it is,” Kent assures him kindly. Alexei smiles weakly at him and Kent leans in to give him a quick peck on the lips. When he pulls away, Alexei reaches between the couch cushions and takes out a small box.

Kent’s heart stops as he holds it between them. “I-you are making me happy man in whole world. I’m love you always kitten. We been date for four year and I’m want you for rest of my life. I’m want you always,“ Alexei says, holding Kent’s hand in the one that doesn’t have the box. “Oh my gosh are you asking me to marry you?” Kent squeals, bouncing excitedly in Alexei’s lap. The Russian laughs quietly. “Only if you are want.“ Kent’s jaw drops and he presses a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Oh my gosh tater! I love you so much of course I want to marry you!”

Alexei smiles, opening the small box to show Kent the ring he chose. “Are you marry me, Kenny?“ He asks, even though he’s already received an answer. Kent admires the pretty ring quickly. “Yes!” He shouts. Alexei has never felt so happy, so relieved, so in love. They hold each other tightly for a few minutes, Christmas carols still playing softly in the background. Kent is struggling to keep tears in because he never thought he would find someone as amazing as Alexei, and he never thought he would love or be loved this much.

“I have know from first date. I’m know you are one for me. Even if you never love me, I knew you are it for me,“ Alexei whispers. “Ugh. You’re making me blush,” Kent mumbles, stuffing his face into Tater’s neck. “God I love you. This is the best Christmas present ever. Thank you.“


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I’ve always been intrested in art and drawing stuff.

And the end of the world doesn’t stop my passion.

But after a while you get out of ideas of stuff to draw.

I’ve drawn most people who live here in Alexandria just like the houses and the trees.

I don’t want to draw those walkers, drawing is my ‘happy’ place.

Walking around i see Daryl working on his bike and i can’t help but see his muscular arms, how his hair falls perfectly around his face, this hands that are under the oil.

I grab my sketch book and sit against the tree, far enough so Daryl doesnt notice me.

Taking my pencil i start drawing him and his bike.

I like the way he looks so concentrated and try to capture his well i guess you could call it beauty.

He works hours on his bike and i work hours on my drawing.

The sun is starting to set and i feel satisfied with how it turned out.

You can see his concentrated face, how the shadow plays  with his muscular arms, his awesome angel vest wings.

Grabbing my stuff i go to my house, getting ready for bed.

I take one last look at the drawing and i smile a little, Daryl is a perfect model.

The next day i walk around again lokking for the next victims.. ahum i mean models.

I can’t help but see that Daryl is sitting on his porch cleaning his crossbow.

Debating wether i should draw him again, ah why not he was a perfect model yesterday.

I sit on a fair distence, far enough for him not to notice me but close enough so i can see every detail.

Getting comfterble, i take my pencil once again.

I start drawing his face, the way his blue eyes look down, his hair that is playing with the wind,his mouth that is sealed shut like he has a secret no one can hear.

After that i start drawing his tense shoulders, his arms and hands that holds his crossbow.

Just as i’m done drawing the outlines and the important details of him, he stands up and goes inside of  his house.

I can’t help it but feel a bit dissapointed.

So i stand up and go to my usual drawing place.

A small picknic table under a tree, the shadow covering it like a dark blanket yet the sun peeks trough it now and then.

I sit down and place my stuff on the table, starting to draw the shadows and lines as best as i can remember.

Suddenly i hear a small cough, i turn around quickly.

“Gosh Daryl you scared me.” I say, placing my hand over my fast beathing heart.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” he simply say sand goes sit infront of me.

I quickly close my sketch book but Daryl stops me.

“Ya spying on me or somethin’?” He says with a small chuckle and takes my book from my hands, opening it.

“Euhm.. No, i-i just like drawing.” I say shyly and stutter a bit.

He nods his head and keeps flipping the pages between the two drawings i made from him.

“These ain’t bad (y/n).” He looks up and makes eyecontact with me.

I start playing with the sleeves of my sweater.

“Thanks.” I say with a small smile.

He hands me my book back and stands up but before he goes he looks down at me.

“If ya want to draw me, all ya have to do is ask next time.” he says and gives me a small wink before he walks away.

My mouth hangs slightly open in surprise.

Maybe i should ask him?


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†You and I – Thomas Sangster†

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           Rain pounded against the window, thunder rolling across the sky. I sat here, alone, watching the rain drops float across the glass of the window. I’ve always hated thunder. When Thomas is here, he usually turns all the lights off, except for a few candles, and cuddle with me in our shared bedroom. He’s wrap his strong arms around me and hum a soft, sweet tune in my ear.

            I grew sad thinking of Thomas. Lately, he’s been distant. Instead of coming home for dinner, he’ll come home around 10, 11:00. At first, I would stay up and wait for him, but now I just go to bed before he gets home. When it comes to the morning, he’s gone before I even wake up. I don’t really mind that he’s out late, and he leaves early the next morning. It’s his job, and I support him. The real problem I’ve been having is Kaya. He’s been spending most of his time with her. A couple days ago I decided to call him and ask him to lunch, but he said no. “I’m actually going to lunch with Kaya during our break. Maybe another time?” I was literally heartbroken. I could just hear my heart breaking when he told me that. He always talks about her. “Kaya told me this hilarious joke. She’s so funny.” “Kaya is one of the most amazing person!” It’s always about her. I don’t really know her, considering I’ve met her once.

            I’m starting to get scared. Scared that our 2 year relationship is falling apart. Thomas is such an amazing person, I can’t stand the fact of losing him to some other girl. Every day I count my lucky start that I met him. It just hurts me to know that Thomas and I aren’t the way we used to be. I miss his cheesy pickup lines he would use to make me blush and giggle. I miss the way he would take me out every Friday night and take me somewhere romantic. I miss just talking to him.

            Snapping out of my thoughts, I stood up and walked to the kitchen grabbing a mug from the cupboard. I turned the stove on and made some hot chocolate, pouring it into the bright colored mug. The clock read 7:13, and I sighed. The days keep getting longer, and harder. After a minute of thinking, I put the mug in the sink, and decided to take a bubble bath. I needed to really relax and get my mind off things.

            Before I could even go upstairs, I hear the front door unlock. My heart beat sped up knowing exactly who it was. Thomas. I spun around on my heels and faced the door. I watched as Thomas popped through the door, hanging his jacket up. He took his shoes off and out them in the closet. “Thomas?” I hadn’t realized how soft and rough my voice sounded until I said something out loud. Thomas looked up, his brown eyes bore into mine. “Oh, hey.” I slowly walked towards him, fiddling my fingers. “How was work?” He shrugged his shoulders, running a hand through his gorgeous blond hair. “Fine.” Thomas walked over to the couch and sat down. Sitting down next to him, I noticed how tired he looked. “You’re home early today.” He shrugged again while turning the TV on. “Yeah. We got let out early.” I nodded my head and looked at the TV for a minute. I decided to speak up, getting kind of nervous. “So, I was thinking, I know it’s late, but how about we got out to dinner? We haven’t gone out for a while so-“ I got stopped by his smooth voice. “Oh, I can’t.” My hearted broke, yet again, and I looked down at my hands that were placed neatly in my lap. “Oh. Why not?” He shifted a little before putting his feet up. “Well Kaya invited me to this awesome restaurant that just opened. I’m leaving in about an hour.”

            Oh. Kaya. Tears sprung to my eyes and I tried to hold them back. I wasn’t the one who liked to start an argument. I didn’t like the feeling of yelling at each other, but I knew something had to be said. “Thomas.” He looked at me and I nervously tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “We need to talk.” His eyebrows scrunched together looking confused. “About what?” I drew in a shaky breath and turned away from him looking at the wall with many pictures of Thomas and I. There were some from both our child hood, and from recently. “Thomas I can’t do this anymore.” Still confused he asked, “Do what?” I stood up and waved my arms around. “This! You’re gone 6 days out of the week and I never get to see you!”

            Thomas finally stood up brushing off his pants. “You’re mad because you never get to see me? Well gee, sorry I have a job.” He threw his hands up, and for some reason I got angry. “Thomas this isn’t just about me never getting to see you!” His rubbed his chin locking his eyes with mine. “Then what is this about!?” For some reason I was getting angry. Thomas just stared at me with a firm look on his face. “It’s about you and Kaya!” For some reason Thomas started getting angry. “What’s wrong with Kaya?! She didn’t do anything to you!”

            “She’s all you talk about! ‘Kaya this’ ‘Kays that’. It’s always about her! Ever since you started filming ‘The Scorch Trials’ she’s all you talk and think about!” Thomas rolled his eyes and placed a hand on the couch, leaning on it. “If you like her so much, why don’t you just ask her to be your girlfriend?” Thomas scoffed, “Fine I will! She’ll be a way better girlfriend than you’ll ever be!” I stopped for a second tears forming in my eyes. Did he really just say that? My chest tightened making me feel like I can’t breathe. My heart broke into a million pieces and I couldn’t help but let the tears escape my eyes.

            Thomas’ face fell and his features softened. “Oh gosh, I didn’t-“ I stopped what he had to say with my hand. “No, you’re right. I’ll just pack my things and go.” With tears running down my face, I ran up the stairs to our his bedroom. I shut the door and locked it, opening the closet door. I grabbed a couple clothes and put them into a suitcase he had stored in the closet. While I was putting clothes away and zipping up the suitcase, Thomas’ knocked at the door. “(Y/N), please let me in! I didn’t mean it! Let’s talk about his! (Y/N) Please!” I ignored his shouts as more tears came pouring down my face.

            I walked over to the desk, and grabbed my phone and phone charger, stuffing it in the bag. Before I turned away, I noticed a picture of Thomas and I in a picture frame. It was the day we were at the carnival. Thomas had his arms tightly wrapped around me, a big smile on his face. Beside me was the big bear Thomas won me, and a huge smile was plastered on my face as well. Grasping the picture frame, I looked closer to see how happy we were. I shut my eyes tightly, more tears streaming down my face, and threw the picture frame against the door. It instantly shattered leaving glass everywhere.

            Thomas’ banging became more urged once he heard the picture frame smash against the door. “(Y/N)! Are you alright! Please let me in! I want to talk to you! Please listen to me! I’ll break down this door!” His voice cracked, I could tell he was crying. With the rain still pouring, I grabbed the suitcase and opened the door. Thomas stood there, his face red, eyes puffy.

            He reached out to grab my hand, but I pulled it back and pushed him aside. He scurried over towards me, stopping right in front of me. Before I could pull away again, this time Thomas grabbed both my hands making me drop the suitcase. “(Y/N), please. Listen to me.” His eyes were pleading, but I just couldn’t look at him. He grabbed my chin gently in his hands and made me look at him. Tears were still running down my cheeks, and I could hear the rain pour. “Look at me baby, please. I am so sorry.” He choked on a sob, and put his hand down. “I am the biggest jerk. I didn’t mean anything I said. I would never- I would never want you to leave me. You mean the world to me.” I finally looked at him and noticed how dull his eyes were. “Then why did you say it?” My throat felt dry and numb. I

            I felt Thomas take my hands in his. He gently rubbed his thumb across both my hands in a soothing way. This is the Thomas I missed. His gentle, tender touch. The way he cared so much for me. “I said it because I’m a complete idiot. You know you’re my world. You mean more to me than anything and anyone. Nothing can come between You and I.” I looked into his eyes, finally giving into his gentle touch. “Not even her?” He shook his head. “Not even her. She doesn’t mean anything to me. She’s just a friend. I wouldn’t ever compare her to you. You’ll always be my number one girl.” The tears stopped, and I leaned into him feeling his arms wrap around my waist. He kissed my hair and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry.” He soon rested his forehead against mine kissing my cheek.

            I watched him push the suitcase aside and pick me up in his arms. He carried me to the bedroom and set me down gently. Hovering over me, he leaned down and kissed me. My stomach fluttered, and my heart quenched. After weeks of him giving me short, quick kisses, I finally got a real kiss. This kiss had passion and I felt his lips move easily against mine. They were soft and smooth and tasted of raspberry Chap Stick. His large hand cupped my cheek and kissed me deeper, if that were possible.

            Thomas pulled back and started leaving butterfly kisses on my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the ends of his messy hair. He soon rolled over and grabbed me by the waist, spooning me. We laid there for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence.

            Turning around to face him, he played with the ends of my hair making me shut my eyes. “I’m so sorry baby. I promise I’ll give you my full attention. Every morning before I leave, I’ll make you breakfast. I’ll call you when I get on break and we can have lunch together at that little diner you love so much.” I smiled, my eyes still closed. “I’ll come home every night for dinner and we can talk and laugh about our days. I can even tell you stories about Dylan that I’m not allowed to tell anyone.” I giggled and he continued to run a hand through my hair. “And every Friday night, I’ll take you on a date and buy you anything and everything you want.” I giggled again and opened my eyes. He was smiling, the crinkles in the corner of his eyes visible. Leaning in slowly, I kissed the corner of his mouth. He smiled wider, and his eyes started to twinkle.

            Thomas leaned in to kiss me, but his phone rang loudly from his pocket. He sighed and sat up digging his phone out. I sat up with him and leaned on his shoulder. The caller ID read ‘Kaya’. I looked at him through my eye lashes and he frowned answering the phone. “Hello?” He shifted a little, wrapping his arm around me. “Actually, I’m not going to go out with you tonight. I’m spending time with MY girlfriend. Maybe you can call Dylan or something.” I hear mumbling on the other end of the phone and then him speak, “Sorry, I can’t do lunch tomorrow. I’m having lunch with (Y/N).” I heard more mumbling, before he switched the phone to his other ear. “Yeah, sorry can’t do Friday either.” I giggled and he laughed before kissing my cheek. “Okay. Bye.” He hung up and threw his phone on the dresser, turning to me.

            “Sorry about that.” He chuckled and I kissed his lips making him smile. Thomas stood up and stretched his arms over his head. “Well, why don’t we get to bed. I’m quite tired, and I want to cuddle.” I smiled. Thomas loves to cuddle. He’s like a big, soft teddy bear. He took off his shirt and threw it to me. I caught it and took off my old high school sweatshirt, putting on his shirt. It smelled just like him, and it was warm.

            He took off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers. He pulled the covers back, while I walked to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Thomas came in soon after and brushed his teeth too. After he finished, he kissed my lips and picked me up again. I squealed and he chuckled. “Why are you carrying me?” He shrugged and put me on the bed. “A princess needs to be carried.” Giggling, he got under the covers pulling me tightly to his chest. Before I closed my eyes, lighting flashed through the bedroom. I flinched and Thomas kissed behind my ear. “It’s okay. Shh.” I honestly forgot about the storm that was going on outside. But as soon as I heard the thunder, I gripped Thomas’ hand. Thomas soothingly rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. He started humming a soft tune in my ear, just like I said he usually does when there is a thunder storm. The tune he was humming to sounded like the song ‘You and I’.

            Being here with Thomas is all I ever wanted. I’m glad I didn’t leave. I’m glad he’s here with me tonight. I missed him. “Thomas?” He stopped humming before pressing a kiss behind my ear. “Hmm?” “I love you.” I felt him smile into my neck. “I love you to Princess. I love you too.” As the thunder sounded throughout the house, and the lightning flashed, Thomas hummed into my ear rubbing his thumb over my knuckles again. I closed my eyes with a smile in my face, falling asleep to the thought of Thomas.

The Friday After ‘I Love You’

Wishing all of you a Happy Friday and all of my fellow Americans a Happy Day-After-Thanksgiving. I am so very grateful to have stumbled upon this fandom nearly three years ago, and to have made so many meaningful friendships along the way. Much love and many hugs to you all. -CC


Peeta  Fri 11/27/2015
Hey Katniss - Hope you’re okay. I won’t say sorry for what I said last night, because I meant it… 9:08 AM
But…I do feel bad for springing it on you. And for springing the other thing on you… 9:09 AM
Please call me today. When you can. 9:10 AM

Katniss sighs and slips the phone back into her pocket. She brings her fingers up to her lips and closes her eyes, remembering how they tingled all night after Peeta kissed her.

Her best friend kissed her last night. And said those three little words…

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