head on table

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Imagine: Being best friends with Albus and Scorpius.


Scorpius leaned back in his seat, a quill balanced at the tip of his nose. It was study hall and the three of you were bored out of your minds. Albus nudged your shoulder and he grinned at you, motioning his head to the Gryffindor table.

You glanced over at the Gryffindor table and saw what he was grinning about. Rose Granger-Weasley stared adoringly at Scorpius, the book she was reading had been long abandoned. You shorted and Albus snickered. 

An idea popped in your head, you hit the Malfoy boy in the stomach. He groaned and clutched his stomach, the quill fell to the ground. “What?” He whispered harshly and you heard a giggle. 

Rose was holding her book up to cover her giggling mouth. Scorpius winked at her with a grin. Her expression quickly fell and she glared back at him.

“Ahh, young love and sexual tension.” Albus chuckled silently and Scorpius rolled his eyes.

“You’re just mad that you’re friendzoned.” Scorpius smirked and you ‘ooohhh’d’.

“Wait, who’s friendzoning him?” You asked, completely clueless. The two boys looked at each other, then busted out laughing. They were immediately shushed by the professor supervising. 

You shrugged, “I don’t get it.”  


Welcome... (Chris Request)

“Simon give me your charger” You call walking into his room.
You had lived with Simon, JJ, Josh and Vikk since they first moved in together and had known the since the start of the sidemen. You had never been a YouTuber yourself but you were there to plan events and meetings for them, get them where they needed to be and generally just make sure that everything ran smoothly in the world of the sidemen.
“Piss off” He responds, editing at his desk for the video he would post later. It was a draft with you.
“Come on, my phones about to die and I need to call Chris” You whine, scanning his room to find the lead.
“Then get your own fucking charger” He scoffs jokingly.
You quickly grab a glass of water from the side and hold it over his head, “Simon Minter…”
“Left bedside table” He groans and you grin, tipping only some of the contents onto his hair, “Go fuck yourself (y/l/n)”
“Love you too Nim"
You head back to your room which was now beside Simon’s in this new house and flop down onto your bed to plug in your phone.
Chris soon facetime calls you and you quickly answer.
“Hey beautiful” He grins, a friendly nickname, “How’s London life?”
“As good as can be when you live with four dickheads” You joke, “When the fuck are you coming back over?”
“I don’t know” He sighs, “I’ve got a few things coming up and obviously I’m going to Abu Dhabi next week so its all a bit busy”
“Can’t make time to come and see your best friend?” You raise your brows, “This is disgusting Chris” You laugh.
“I’ll see you soon, don’t miss me too much” He chuckles.
The pair of you spend another hour or so talking before he says he has to go and the call ends.
You sit there for a while. Worrying.
Because the more you saw Chris, the more you admitted to yourself that you saw him as more of a friend. His cute little features became more handsome to you and his personality became more admirable than friendly.
But you shouldn’t feel like this. Because you’d known him since you were 11 and had grown up as his inseparable best friend. You weren’t meant to feel any different to that.
Though, now you did, it would change things. You couldn’t look at him the same or help him find a date without being jealous or simply act as you always did.
This was the typical boy best friend situation and you hated yourself for falling into the trap.
And you didn’t realise that you spent over three hours procrastinating over it back and forth. “(Y/n) open your bloody ears!” Simon exclaims, walking into the room.
Out of all the boys, you tended to have a closer relationship with Simon because you spent more time with him. You saw him as an older brother.
“Sorry?” You frown, shaking out of your daze.
“We were calling you for dinner” He chuckles, “What’s wrong with you?”
“I just.. Had some stuff to think about” You sigh, “I’ll be down in a bit”
“Well I’m not leaving now” He rolls his eyes, “What’s happened kid?”
You pause and glance at him, here goes nothing, “What would you do if you suddenly started to like someone that you shouldn’t do?”
“Do you mean like Ethan’s mum?” He jokes, “Or Vik with kids?”
“Come on I’m serious” You groan.
“Well, as long as its legal, you can like whoever you want to like” He shrugs, “How come?”
“Its just, in this situation it could change things” You admit.
“Is it a woman?” He raises his brows.
“No Simon I’m not coming out to you” You chuckle, “But seriously, what would you do?“
“Just tell them” He comments, “I’m sorry did I say them? I meant Chris obviously” He grins.
You stutter and glare at him, “What? I didn’t say-”
“You didn’t have to” He rolls his eyes, “You’re like my sister. I know these things”
“What do I do Nim?” You question, dragging a hand through your hair.
“Like I said, tell him. You’ve known him since forever. And honestly, I think he feels the same”
“But what if he doesn’t?” Your voice cracks slightly, “What if I tell him and it ruins everything? What if he can’t look at me the same or talk to me because I’m the bitch that was meant to be his best friend?”
“Snap the fuck out of this” Simon scoffs, “You’re being ridiculous!”
You glance at him and he’s got that determined look on his face. To make you feel better.
“You need to tell that stupid little prick that you love him because of course he’s gonna fucking feel the same!” He exclaims.
“Jesus Christ looks like I came at the right time” A far too familiar voice cuts in.
And at the door, stands a freshly travelled Chris. The flight from Jersey to London was only an hour. He had his headphones around his neck and his plane clothes on and a small suitcase at his feet. And a bright smile on his face to tell you that what Simon claimed was correct.
“Oh this is going on my ChrisMD updates page!” Simon jokes.

Imagine Babysitting Your Brothers and Losing Them

A/N: This drabble, Doggies, Forgive Me, and Chicken are actually a part of Adventure Awaits as Flashbacks, but you haven’t seen them yet because I’m not there yet so if you see similar things to this dribbles in Adventure Awaits, its because it was in that story first and I just stole it because I got lazy. lol enjoy.

Master List


You were 40 and your brothers we’re ten. You were still considered an elfling but you had come into your full height. 

You were watching over your brothers. Well you were supposed to be watching over your brothers, but they ran away from you. The cheek!

“Y/n? What are you doing?” You hear a familiar voice ask and you hit your head on the table while trying to stand up 

You straighten yourself out as you look at your father, blushing madly.

“Nothing, father. Just stretching,” you lie. His eyebrows raise. 

“Under the table?”

You blush again.

“Yes?” You ask meekly.

He sighs.

“Your brothers have ran away again, haven’t they?” He asks.

You nod, not wanting to lie to your father.

“Very well. When you find them, I will give them a very stern talking to,” he says. You nod yet again and he leaves you alone.

You continue to walk around Rivendell, trying and failing to find your brothers. You pause as you hear a noise coming from the sacred fountain.

You turn and there your brothers are in all their naked glory, jumping into the fountain from the pool above. You snort at their antics, going to collect them before your father finds out that they have desecrated his sacred fountains.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.