happy birthday x&y

imagine you help dean with making a cake for Sam’s birthday even if he didnt want to celebrate it.

A/N: I thought it would be fun to make a imagine for once. I have a lot of imagines in my head so I thought why not one for Sammy’s birthday.

“dean, stop eating the cake mix. If you want me to help you then you need to stop eating the mix.” You said when you saw deans finger get in the bowl of cake mix. You two where baking a cake for Sam’s birthday even Sam said that he don’t want to celebrate it. You where his stubborn little sister so why not? You want to make one for him. You celebrate their birthdays not much and they never celebrate it. You always wanted it but they didn’t. they celebrate yours but now you are going to change it. You celebrated deans birthday so now that one from Sam.

“what do we need to do now?” dean asked.

You put the cake mix in the bake form and put it in the oven. “only need it to put in the oven and then decorate it.” You said. You looked around to spot of Sam is going to enter the kitchen soon. Dean looked confuse at you. “sorry, I didn’t told Sam about it and I’m scared that he not going to like it.”

Dean drag you quick in a hug. “don’t be scared kiddo.” He looked in your eyes. “it’s Sam and even he don’t like sweets as much as you and I. he love us and of course he will be happy. It would be little weird because we never did it but he it’s a good change for once.” Dean smiled and you to.

You nodded. “you’re right.” And released yourself from the hug. you saw that dean had a proud smile on his face. You rolled your eyes. “oke Mr. I’m the best brother now help me with cleaning the kitchen.”

You and dean cleaned the kitchen. At the same time the cake was done. You opened the oven and placed the cake on a tray. “and now?” dean asked.

“waiting until its cooled down.” Dean sign. You knew that he wanted cake but if you now decorate it the icing would melt.

After a while the cake was cooled down and you and dean where ready to decorate it. Dean spread the white icing on the cake when you were jumping to try to reach the candles. After a min you saw a hand reached the candle and gives to you. You looked up and saw Sam smiling at you. “what are you going to do with those candles?” he asked.

“uhh.” You looked over to dean but there you couldn’t find any help. “Sam there are for the cake dean and I baked for you.” You looked down. “I know that you didn’t want to celebrate it but I just need to. We don’t celebrate it and I just want to do it. Please don’t be mad.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up and saw a smile on Sam’s face. “why would I be mad at you? Okay, I didn’t want it but hey you did it for me. I love it and I love you. Come here.” he gives you the big moose hug. after a min he released his self and looked you in the eyes. “are we going to eat some cake?”

You smiled and nodded. You stick the candles in the cake and dean lighted up the candles. You saw a bright smile on both of their faces. “now blow out the candles.” You demended sam and he did what he got told. He blow out the candles and heard really hard. “happy birthday Sammy!”

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Happy Birthday, Moony || Remus Lupin x Reader Drabble

Summary: Imagine asking the marauders to arrange a small get-together for Remus’s 57th birthday, and things don’t go how you imagined 

Fandom: Harry potter (AU kinda)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: None 

A/N: Let’s all pretend that everyone is all alive and happy. I was too heartbroken about the fact his birthday falls three days before a full moon, so let’s give him a party like he deserves. Hope y’all enjoy! This one is for you @hogwarts-konoha <3 ~ Rae

March 10th 2017, Remus Lupins 57th Birthday.

A day that’s supposed to be spent full of celebration, Happiness and a drunk Sirius black singing ‘ For he’s a jolly good fellow’ at the top of his lungs. But not this year. This year is a ticking clock as this year his birthday fell three days before a full moon. You cried when you realised at the universe 

He begged you earlier in the month, while you lay in bed together not to celebrate his birthday this year.

“please [Y/N]” He whispered into your hairline “How can I celebrate when I know in three days time I’m gonna that monster”

You sat up in bed, looking softly into his eyes as you lightly traced the scar on his face, then firmly placing a kiss on his forehead “ celebrating is exactly what we do rem, We are gonna outnumber those horrible days with good ones, with amazing ones surrounded by our family and loved ones”

“[y/n]…” he began, but you cut him off 

“we gotta hold onto the joy in our lives for as long as we can sweetie” He smiled at you softly, pulling you back into his arms 

“ I love you,[Y/N/N]” he whispered kissing your shoulder 

“ I love you too, Moony” 

“something small?” he pleaded “ I don’t want a repeat of last year,“  You thought for a second, agreeing with him 

“okay, Something small” you compromised 

March 10th came around a lot faster than either of you had realised. You had spent the day just the two of you, a long lie then lunch, walked around a bookstore for a while buying him whatever he wanted. Then go to see a muggle movie before deciding to head home. a peaceful and low-key, exactly how he wanted it.

“the guys are coming over in a bit,” you said to him as you walked up the path towards the home you and him shared, he groaned a little  “we will order dinner have a wee beers … low key” you emphasised “okay” he smiled  giving you a quick kiss as you walked through the door, the house still in darkness, the lights were flicked on and everyone jumped up out of their hiding spots 

“SUPRISE!!” they all shouted, blowing into streamers and party poppers

the rest of the marauders, Lily, and a bunch of other people all friends and family stood smiling in front of the pair of you. As you looked around the whole house was covered in banners and there were balloons everywhere 

“boys I said small” you laughed pointing at the rest of the marauders 

“Don’t blame all of us [Y/N] it was mostly Pads” James accused 

“well we HAD to have a party to celebrate your birthday, gramps” Sirius smirked wrapping and arm around Remus’s neck. As everyone else approached Remus to wish him a happy birthday you excused yourself to the kitchen, returning with a large chocolate birthday cake. you nodded to lily and she dimmed the lights as the whole room began singing happy birthday, he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you softly. the both of you blushing slightly as you remembered the room full of people 

“Happy Birthday, Moony”

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Happiest Day Of The Birth!

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Reader has been looking forward to this since she met Sam a few months ago during a hunt him and his brother found you on. She wanted to celebrate Sam’s birthday in a way he apparently never been shown before.

A/N: I watched way too much Teen Titans in high school, therefore I’ve adopted one of Starfire’s signature phrases ‘happiest day of the birth!’ I say it to everyone who has a birthday, online and irl. I think today is the perfect day to title this fic with it :D If you like this, give it a reblog and tell me all about your love for it ^_^ HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM WINCHESTER!

The boys would be returning any time now. They’d left to go do a quick salt and burn the night before. Well, they said quick, but it was 2 states over. Go figure. But it was of little import. Them, especially Sam, being gone gave you all the time you needed to prepare.

You looked over all your work, making sure everything was perfect.. Decorations? Check. By decorations you put up a few streamers and a sign that said “happy birthday!” in shiny block letters. Snacks and beer? Check. Cake? Check. You’d managed to find a locally owned bakery and had it made in Sam’s favorite flavor with the words “happiest day of the birth Sam!” in bold lettered icing. Presents? Wrapped and placed on the motel room table. A fiction novel he said he wanted to read a long time ago, a new set of notebooks and nice ballpoint ink pens, and a few chocolate bars. You didn’t have a whole lot of money but you knew Sam wasn’t very materialistic. Anything anyone got for him was good enough for him because not very many people thought about him. Not like you did.

You were hoping that this was all you needed to get confident enough to finally tell him how you felt about him. How much you loved him. You just hoped he felt the same way.

Dean had called and said they were about 30 minutes out when you were straightening up the motel room a bit. Then you lit the candles on Sam’s cake when Dean came bursting through the door, an unconscious Sam under his arm.

“Help me, Y/N!” he shouted.

You didn’t think. You just reacted. You blew out the candles and ran over to Dean to help get Sam onto the bed. He had a nasty gash on his forehead and a deep claw wound on the left side of his chest, which ripped his shirt up. Being a medical student dropout, you were the closest thing the boys had to a medical professional so you grabbed your jump bag and began preparing to stitch Sam up. You made sure Sam still had a pulse and was breathing before you starting to clean his wounds. As you prepared your suture kit, Dean spoke up from behind.

“What’s all this?” Dean gestured to the birthday set up.

“Have you forgotten what today is?” you said with a chuckle, inserting the hooked suture needle into the skin of Sam’s head.

“No, but I didn’t think you’d go all out for him like this. No one’s ever done that before. We never really had a chance to properly celebrate birthdays growing up.”

“Well,” you signed, finishing up closing the head wound, “I’m not just anyone. After everything Sam’s been through, I think he deserves to have his birthday properly celebrated.”

“Why didn’t we celebrate my birthday this way?” Dean pouted, fiddling with the birthday banner taped to the wall.

“I met you guys in February. Your birthday had already passed.” You said with a smile, grabbing your trauma sheers to cut away the rest of his shirt. You inspected the rest of his lean muscular torso and were satisfied not only with his God like physique but that he hadn’t sustained any other injuries. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him naked from the waist up, but being this close up to him made you wanna just lick him from his navel up to his neck. Dean must’ve caught you staring because he cleared his throat. You went back to preparing a second set of stitches for the gash on his chest. It had stopped bleeding fortunately so you believed it would heal nicely.

“You know he feels the same way,” Dean began with a slight smile on his face.

“About?” you said as you pierced the skin just below his collar bone.

“About you.”

You froze. Was he messing with you?

“You haven’t noticed?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Dean.” you knew as soon as the words left your mouth that they didn’t do shit to convince the elder Winchester otherwise. Dean just snorted.

“Oh c’mon Y/N. You haven’t noticed the way he stares at you when you two are supposed to be researching? Or the way he always stands in front of you when another man talks to us? How protective he is of you? The way he watches you sleep sometimes?”

That last bit made you laugh. “Sam watches me sleep? I don’t believe it.” You were done stitching up the younger Winchester and tucked him into bed. You figured a night of sleep would do him some good, even though it completely ruined your plans to celebrate his birthday on the actual day.

“Oh yeah. When he can’t sleep at night he’ll watch you sleep, just to make sure you don’t have any nightmares.”

“Why would he do that? Sounds kinda creepy to me.” you put away your medical bag and faced Dean. You glared at him as he was about to start digging into the cake. He held his hands up in surrender but you both chuckled.

“Because if you do have a nightmare, he wants to be the first face you see when you wake up.”

You stared at Dean incredulously. Could it be that obvious? You knew that Sam acted like a true friend, more than you’d ever had in your life. But you always thought it was because he was a gentleman. Did he really feel the same way about you like you did him?

“Y-Y/N?” his voice sounded rough behind you.

You whirled around to see him struggling to sit up in bed. You rushed to his side.

“Sam lay back down, you need to rest. You were pretty cut up on that hunt.” You pressed a hand to the center of his chest to get him to lay back down. The steady thumping of his heart beneath your hand made you wanna crawl into bed with him and listen to it beat all night long.

“What’s all that?” Sam pointed behind Dean. Dean stood back and revealed the set up. Sam’s eyes widened. Then he looked at you, practically melting you with his puppy dog stare “…was all that for me?”

“Guilty.” You said sheepishly, blushing hardcore. Sam managed to sit up fully, the blankets covering his stomach. “But since you’re awake, would you like to celebrate now?”

Sam smiled up at you. Then without warning, he pulled you down onto the bed with him for a hug. His body felt so warm. He held you so tight you could not only feel but hear his heartbeat. It was like a lullaby you felt you sometimes needed at night. Then he pushed you back and looked you in the eyes again, the spectrum of hazel shone with happiness. “Thank you so much Y/N. No one’s ever done this for me.”

“So I’ve heard. And I’m not just anyone.” You winked at him. “Happiest day of the birth, Sam!”

You got up and brought his cake to him, but not before relighting the candles. He closed his eyes and stayed silent for a moment before blowing them out. Dean cut a slice of cake for each of you. Sam declined a piece but promised to eat some later when he was feeling better. You gave him his presents to open. His eyes lit up when he saw each of them. He confirmed what you’d thought earlier. It was the thought that counted and he would use each one of his presents. Dean cracked open a beer for himself and you but Sam asked for a bottle of water, which you grabbed for him.

“So,” you said in between bites of cake, “what did you wish for, birthday boy?”

“I shouldn’t say…” Sam drifted off, taking a sip of water.

“Oh, c’mon Sam!” you whined playfully. “I promise not to laugh.”

Sam hesitated for a moment. He took a deep breath before speaking, wincing a bit as his wound still hurt.

“I wished for you to say yes.”

You were about to take a big bite of cake when you stopped, fork held in front of you. You set it down and looked at him.

“Say yes to what?” you held your breath, your heart pounding hard against your ribcage. You wondered if either brother could hear it.

“To me. Asking you out on a date.”

At that point, you couldn’t tell if your heart was beating fast or if it had stopped because you felt numb. You stared at him for a moment, then broke out into a wide grin.

“Well, I’m all about making wishes and dreams come true.” Sam broke out into a wide grin himself and hugged you tightly once again.

“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Sam sighed, still smiling. The two of you laid down together, cuddling. Neither of you noticed that Dean had slipped out of the motel room a long time ago. He was glad his dorky little brother finally broke the ice between him and you. You two were good for each other. He was outside, looking through the small window in the motel room, seeing you two had fallen asleep.

“Happy birthday Sammy.”

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Love Me Now (part 2/3)

Characters: Sam, y/n, Dean, Narrator/mystery person, Rufus Turner(mentioned)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word count: 1,648

Warnings: Tiny smidge of angst, some self loathing, some fluff, implied smut, swearing, mentions of people being “torn apart”

A/N: Can you figure out who our narrator is? I gave you some hints. Narrator’s thoughts are bolded. Lyrics are italicized.

I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone
So I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

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happy 18th birthday to this awesome gentlemen. 

Two favorite men

Word count: 724

Pairing: Dean X OC

Warnings: Pure fluff

A/N: This is for a beautiful and wonderful lady, @charliebradbury1104. Happy birthday Elizabeth! I love you so much and your lovely boy too. I hope you like this, sweetheart! Thank you for being an amazing friend and I hope your day is really special!

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“I don’t think he remembers, Sam,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Of course he does Lizzy,” Sam winked at you and you smiled in spite of yourself. You loved it when Sam called you that because it was his way of showing affection, to let you know that you were a part of his family.

“He went to bed early last night and didn’t even wish me when we woke up at 4,” you sighed.

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Happy Birthday, Dean!

Title : Happy Birthday, Dean!

Pairing : Dean X Reader

Word Count : 3,369

Prompt : This is to celebrate Dean Winchester’s birthday tomorrow! I’m sending love his way, hope you all enjoy this! (not my gif)

You opened up the box of chocolate cake mix with a wide smile as you moved as quietly as you could around the kitchen. You brought up the plastic bag of powder to your eye level with a frown. You had baked before, but with all the time that Dean liked to spend in the kitchen, you never had the opportunity to cook as often as you were used to. When you used to hunt on your own, you would cook all the time. And yes, you would bake a cake just for yourself on those days because heck, no one was around to tell you no.

Plus, if you were honest, you had a bit of an addiction to chocolate. Alright, maybe a major addiction, but who didn’t like chocolate.

You tried to pry open the bag with your fingers for a moment before you nearly spilled the milk on the counter beside you. You let out a sigh and yanked on the plastic bag hard. You realized your mistake a second too late as the bag exploded and sent cocoa powder showering all over your torso.

You let out a soft cough, blinking in shock as you waved away the powder from the air around you. Most of it landed in the mixing bowl, so you shrugged it off. You brushed off your shirt and added a few eggs and water to the mix, doing your best to stay quiet. You stirred the cake batter quietly, casting a nervous glance upstairs when you heard the stairs creak. You waited, frozen in place until you were sure you were the only one awake. You went back to baking, casting a glance at the clock on the counter.


You grinned as you quickly poured the cake into a pan and set the timer for the required thirty minutes. You closed the oven door with a self-assuring smile as you stared for a second or two at your creation, praying that the scent of chocolate wouldn’t wake anybody up.

You smiled and tiptoed away from the kitchen to the living room. You sat down on the couch with a smile, looking over the half-wrapped gift that you had set down beside you earlier that night. You smiled and tied a quick bow on top of it before you ran a hand through your tussled hair.

You cast a glance upstairs.

Dean and Sam had just gotten back from a Salt and Burn that evening, and they had crashed the moment they made it through the door. Dean barely even managed to give you a smile before he was in his room fast asleep. Apparently the ghost had given him and Sam a run for their money. You hadn’t really minded that the encounter was brief. In fact, it gave you a head start on your plans for tomorrow.

You got up and headed back into the kitchen. You set to work on cleaning up the mess you had made. You were determined for tomorrow to be perfect. God knows Dean deserved it.

It was his birthday.

You almost giggled to yourself as you thought about it. Dean probably had totally forgotten about it himself. But then, it was your job to make sure he had a good day.

He was your best friend after all. Your fellow chocolate enthusiast. Your extremely attractive partner in crime…

You shook your head to clear it, feeling a blush work onto your lips. You always had to scold yourself for letting your mind wander like that. Dean wasn’t yours to get excited about. You looked over the mixing bowl and spoon. You smiled, looking around to make sure you were alone before you swiped your finger across the chocolate mix and popped it in your mouth.

“Mmm…” You murmured to yourself. “Not bad.”

“What’s not bad?”

You whipped around with a soft yelp, your arm whipping up to grab the fork as a weapon. As you went, your elbow hit the box and it flew across the kitchen and came to rest with a hollow thump at a pair of slipper-clad feet.

You looked up, your heart hammering, only to come face to face with Dean’s warm green eyes. You swallowed hard. “Whoops.”

Dean ran a hand through his sleep tussled hair, his eyes tired and blinking to adjust to the light, his nose scrunched up against the light, a slight smirk on his face as you looked over the state of the kitchen. “What are you doing, Y/N?”

You looked around rather helplessly for a moment, before you finally let out a sheepish sigh. “I was…baking?”

“Baking?” Dean echoed, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he bent over and picked up the cake-mix box from the floor and studied it for a moment. Slowly he looked up at you, his eyebrow cocked in a smirk. “A cake?”

You blinked slowly, trying not to smile in embarrassment. “Yeah.” You chuckled softly.

Dean stepped toward you and stopped beside you at the oven door. He leaned over and looked in the oven before he raised his eyebrows, impressed. “I thought I smelled something amazing.”

You let out a soft chuckle as he straightened back up, looking at you. Dean folded his arms, looking you over with a grin. “Not that I am opposed to a midnight snack or anything, but why are you baking at eleven at night?”

You hesitated and looked around. You turned back to Dean and for a moment you considered telling him of and sending him back to bed. But in the end, he basically had ruined the surprise for tomorrow, so you just bit the metaphorical bullet and let out a breathy laugh. “Well it was supposed to be a surprise, but I was making it for your birthday.”

Dean let out a scoff. “Really?”

You pursed your lips at him with a glare. “Yes.”

Dean laughed and looked away. “You’re cute.” You looked at him hard before he reached forward and ruffled your hair affectionately. You felt a tiny twinge of annoyance at the gesture. He said those type of things all the time, gentle reminders that you were stuck in the friend-zone.

Fueled by a new sense of irritation you turned away from him sharply and took the mixing bowl with you to the sink. “Fine. Be an ungrateful turd.” You shot him a savage look over your shoulder as he stared at you with a chuckle, his arms folded over his chest. “Geez, Dean, you seem to think that I made the cake only for your birthday.”

Dean snickered, leaning against the counter top, eyeing you. “You didn’t?”


“But I thought you said—”

“Shut your pie-hole!” You cut him off, trying not to laugh as he smirked at you. “I happen to like chocolate cake; your birthday was just a valid excuse to finally make one.”

“Oh so you aren’t going to share it now?” Dean quirked arrogantly, and you stiffened, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you smile.

You turned around to face him head on, cocking your head to the side smugly as you glared at him. “Nope.” You locked eyes with him as you swiped your finger against the cake batter to emphasize your point and stuck it in your mouth with a self-glorified smile.

Dean stared at you with a soft smirk on his face as you pulled your finger from your lips with a pleased hum.

“Don’t be a jerk next time.” You stuck your finger back in the bowl and shot him a look. “It’s delicious.”

You grinned up at Dean, expecting him to laugh. But he didn’t. His smile faded slightly and he took a step forward, his eyes looking over your face. You blinked, surprised at his change in tone. Had you said something? You and Dean always joked like this, it was strange for him not to have some smart-ass comeback ready.

You looked up into his green eyes for a heartbeat. It was long enough to unnerve you. He was so much taller than you, and he was staring at you. You felt heat rush to your cheeks and resorted to looking away. You raised your hand to your mouth to clean the chocolate off your finger, but as you moved with a sheepish laugh, Dean reached up and caught your wrist in his hand.

You flinched at how tight his grip on your arm was. You looked up, slightly alarmed. Dean’s eyes were already on yours, green and warm and intent. Your lips parted slightly, your heart hammering as you tried to figure out what he was about. “What?” You barely managed to get out the soft question before Dean closed the distance between you until his robe brushed against your bare knees. You had no time to react before he bent his head and brought your fingers up to his lips.

You felt your stomach tie in a knot as your heart exploded with the hammering like that of butterfly wings as Dean gently kissed the tips of your fingers before he pulled your index finger between his lips, sucking softly.

Your eyes flew wide in shock as you honestly didn’t know what to do. Dean let out a soft moan before he pulled back, running his tongue across his lips as he met your eyes for a fleeting moment. “You’re right.” He purred, his voice soft and low, rumbling through his chest. “Delicious…”

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Bed of Roses

Summary: The reader finds Dean playing an old piano in the bunker, and watches as he plays. 

Words: 1,312

Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff at first but then angst, with a happy ending

Notes: Just a little something I wrote for @lovin-ackles as a birthday present, happy birthday beautiful!! I hope this turned out alright, I got a little excited with this :)

Songs: the song Dean is playing when the reader finds him is Hey Jude from the Beatles. The other one is Bon Jovi’s Bed of Roses, which is what my prompt was. To hear the arrangement the reader plays, click here. Song lyrics are in italics.

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There’s an aroma in the house. Dean sniffs again, emerging from the blankets. It’s a familiar scent, but not something he’s ever smelt in this house. Pushing back the covers, he climbs out of bed and pads to the bedroom door.

“What the….” Still in his t-shirt and shorts, Dean hurries down the hallway into the kitchen. There, his senses are overloaded with the scent of cinnamon, sugar, spice, and apples.

You turn at the sound of Dean sniffing. There’s flour all over your clothes, and probably some on your nose. You offer him a smile as you hold up the apple pie, fresh from the oven.

“Y/N, did you-” Dean’s green eyes blink in disbelief.

“Happy Birthday, Dean!”

[MOONDUST] part 9

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THIS GIF BRINGS ME PAIN. soo I posted this early because IT’S @freenowtillmay BIRTHDAY!!! and since she loves this series so much I was like why not? HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! 

characters: Namjoon x Y/N x Jimin (FT. TEAM NAMJOON AND TEAM JIMIN)

genre: Angst? fluff? honestly I have no idea

description: Well TEAMS are going head to head hahaha



“What do you mean you’re going to win hyung?” Hoseok asked to Yoongi who sat in front of the three boys with a smug look. “Well, while Jimin is dancing away at the company our little Namjoon is on a date with Y/n.” Yoongi smirked at the faces the guys had and before he could say anything the three of them were running towards the door. “MOVE!! I NEED TO GET TO JIMIN!” Hoseok screamed, “WE ALL HAVE TO GET TO JIMIN, HYUNG!!” Taehyung screamed back. “YAH!! HYUNG’S WE ALL DON’T FIT THROUGH THE DOOR!!!” Jungkook yelled at the two idiots. After what seemed like an hour of them three trying to all fit through the door they finally managed to get through running down the stair bumping into Jin, “HYUNG MOVE!” they all yelled in unison seeing the poor older man with fear in his eyes.

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Mini Series ➢ The King is Coming Pt.5

                    Parts III III IV V VI VII VIII IX X

“Happy Birthday, (y/n)!”

The music pounded in your ears as all your friends raised their glasses in the air and toasted to you. You downed the shot and coughed as it stung the back of your throat. “Give me another!” you yelled and Stefan laughed as he passed you another glass. You drank that one just as quickly and moved your way onto the dance floor.

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I Do

Summary: Sam surprises the reader on her birthday

Words: 794 (834 including texts)

Sam x Reader

Warnings: none

Notes: Part 2 of @teamfreewill-imagine‘s birthday celebration!! I started writing this one before she made the celebration, but I guess you could count it as a continuation of the first story. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAM!! Enjoy some fluffy Sam writing. Hope it answers all the questions I asked you about things you like :)

Your name: submit What is this?

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s cryptic texts. You always knew when Sam was up to something because it showed in his mannerisms, in this case, his texting. You hurried to get the rest of the stuff on your list, sending Sam a quick message once you were in your car. 

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