hope you like it it's not the best though ;n;

  • The Best Friend™ Husband
  • he loves you but you can sure as hell bet that he’s always ready to go for the drag
  • don’t get me wrong, Minghao definitely has a romantic side with his wife and he’s probably adorable when you were still his girlfriend but when girlfriend turns into wife… well people get comfortable and you two go from 
  • Him: “Oh do you want to order mint ice cream and share?”
  • You who hates mint ice cream: “Yeah..!”
  • to 
  • “Why do you always buy mint ice cream, you know I hate it” “Its the only thing i can love in peace, you finish everything else”

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Request: can you make imagine where magcon are visiting Cameron and y/n then cam tells y/n that she’s fat and she tells him that she’s almost 4 months pregnant and that’s why she’s fat? can it be long and super cute? btw I’m in love with your imagines

From: @asvpmendes

Note: Hey! thanks so much for your request! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! I’m glad you’ve liked my previous imagines :)

You look in the mirror. Your hands carefully glide over your now bulging stomach. Its noticeable. There’s no denying it or even trying to hide it. Your let out a groan and pull your hair back from your face with your hand. Your shirt falls back down as its support left. You let out a shaky laugh. Even though the future is now inevitable, your still in a bit of denial. You remember when you found out, you were with your best friend (Y/F/N).

You crouched in front of the toilet. Your eyes filling up, daring to flood out. A positive symbol stared back at your shocked face.
“(Y/N)?” (Y/F/N) called again to you.
The door to the bathroom room slowly creaked open as she entered your bathroom, you were crouched on the floor a hand to your mouth still staring in disbelief at the test in your hand. You missed several periods but you didn’t think it’d ever happen to you.
“oh sweetie” Your friend slowly bent down next to you, she was the one who encouraged you to take it. She probably predicted it. You let out a shaky laugh. Your body shook.
“I’m pregnant” You finally let the worlds fall out of your mouth. The invisible barrier that held your tears back finally broke. What were you going to do? You couldn’t abort it. What would Cameron do? He’d surely brake up with you. The tears were now flooding out; you couldn’t stop it. You just cried into (Y/F/N) shoulder.

You never told Cameron in fear he’d leave you. Now you’d have to tell him though. Magcon was making a stop at your hometown, and of course he’d want to see his girlfriend. You could hide it from the endless calls and facetimes, but in person was a whole different story. Everyone but the boys knew. Your parents were thankfully very supportive of your decision and were helping with the cost of it all. (Y/F/N) gave you endless amounts of encouragement and even went to a class for first time moms with you. Your phone let of its familiar ringtone out.
“Hello” you breathed into the phone.
“Baby!” Cameron’s soothing voice let out excitedly. “I can’t wait to see you! And hold you! And kiss you, you can’t imagine how much I miss kissing you!” His words came through the receiver fast and jumbled. It was like he only had a minute to speak and he had to let it all out before his time was up.
“Hey” You quickly made sure your sweatshirt was completely down, “So when do you um, get here?” You were fidgeting with the hem of the huge sweatshirt. A nervous habit you’ve obtained.
“You okay?” Concern laced his voice. You let a chuckle, half because it was cute that he knew you so well and was concerned and half because he knew you so well and you couldn’t tell him over the phone.
“Of course!” You faked enthusiasm.
“Okay well we just got here, want to come visit us at the hotel? We’re all going swimming!” Swimming? Crap. There is no way you’d get away with a swimsuit.
“Um…. I’ll come hang out, but I’m not feeling up for swimming” You plainly stated, hoping he’d get the hint.
“Oh okay! That time of the month huh?” He chuckled, “Okay ill text you the details!” and with that the phone beeped letting you know the call was over. At least he doesn’t suspect anything. You went to get the keys to your car while a ping signaled that Cameron sent his text.
The lobby to the hotel was filled with laughing. The boys were so loud. You followed the sounds the door. As soon as you opened it you were greeted with the warm air and the smell of chlorine.
“(Y/N)!” eight different boys yelled out. You let out a small wave and smile. You felt awkward now. None of them knew and it just felt different. Shawn’s eyes met yours. He did know. You called him crying and explained the whole ordeal. He was probably one of your closest friends besides (Y/F/N) of course.  Two warm, and wet arms wrapped around you and spun you in a circle. Then your eyes met the warm brown ones that you fell in love with.
“I’ve missed you” Cameron bent down and gave you a sweet kiss, making your body feel numb and making your chest flutter.
“I’ve missed you too” You smiled sweetly up at him.
“Now c’mon join us!” He was slightly pulling you towards the pool.
“Uh no, sorry” You chuckled, one you didn’t wear your swimsuit. Your outfit considered of huge sweatpants and a huge baggy sweatshirt. Two, the most obvious and main reason was you were carrying a child.
“Nooo just put your feet in, please” he begged. Your eyes pleaded with Shawn’s to help some.
“Cameron she’s not even dressed for it…” Shawn’s voice let out, he cleared his voice. Cameron looked at you once more and then at Shawn. His eyebrow raised slightly and his grin suddenly left his face. But just as quick as it arrived his grin was back and he shrugged.
“Aright, but you’re coming out to eat with us later” He stated before turning and diving into the pool right between Nash and Jack G. You went over to a lounge chair and pulled your feet up comfortably. Your hand reached inside your pocket for the familiar phone. Then you played some games and checked social media to pass the time.
Eventually a shadow came and blocked your lighting, the sound of water hitting the concrete loud. Your eyes finally pulled away from your phone and you lifted your eyebrows at whoever dared interrupt your screen time. Cameron’s signature smile met your face.
“you look bored” He breathed out as he joined you on the lounge chairs, a hair running through his wet hair.
“A little” you admitted.
“Then tell me what’s new, I’ve been gone awhile and facetime is nice and all but nothing beats face to face conversations.”
“Nothing I haven’t told you already” Your hand fidgeted with the hem of your sweatshirt again. Your eyes went back to the screen trying to distract yourself.
“Really?” he chided.
“Why are you fidgeting then?” You couldn’t pin point the tone of his voice, it was concern but almost like he was implying something. You began to get more nervous. What if he found out? But as you finally looked over him that uneasy feeling went away. Instead the feeling of utter warmth filled its place. Cameron was undeniably hot. Water was trickling off his hair which was a shade laughter because of the sun and running down his body in streams. His chiseled abs were way more toned than the last time you saw them and left you with the thought that he’s been working out. His shorts were tight and defiantly left a lot of room for imagination in your head. Your eyes trailed back up to his face where of course his eyebrows were quirked up. He noticed you checking him out. He leaned over his chair and his mouth came centimeters away from your ear. You felt his hot breath breathe.
“Why don’t we go out and enjoy ourselves, huh?” His voice tickled your ear and he drew out the word enjoy. You knew what he was hinting out. It was obvious but he would also notice the sudden change in your body if you did join him.
“That’s okay” you moved your head away from him. He was about to open his mouth to interject but Nash suddenly came over interrupting whatever sentence was prepared to come out of Cameron’s mouth.
“Hey guys, were all ready to go out now.” You lifted yourself out of your seat, thankful for the distraction. The boys were already toweling off in different places, Cameron looked at you and finally gave in.
“Aright then let’s go then” He stated. You all stumbled out into the California air. The hot air entering your sweatshirt making you sweat a little. Crap. You didn’t think about the temperature.
“Aren’t cha hot (Y/N)” One of the boys stated. You thought for a moment for a reply.
“Nah I’m naturally a cold person” your grinned. Hopefully the joke will lead them off and wont allow any of them to overthink it. Cameron stared at you for a moment but looked away when you raised your eyebrows in question.
Soon you were all filled at a table, fries and other assortments of foods settled between you all. You finally gave into the heat and lifted your sweatshirt. Your pudgy stomach giving away. No one said anything.
“But then the girl…” Hayes started.
“I couldn’t believe she threw them at me!” Jack Johnson interrupted.
“And that one time with the tour bus” Shawn’s laughter filled the air.
You couldn’t even concentrate on one person since there were several different conversations and stories getting out of someone’s mouth. When you looked across at Cameron he was staring at you. You stared back some fries just entering your mouth.
“You might want to hold back on the fries, eh (Y/N), you’re getting a bit bigger” Cameron laughed.
The whole table went silent. Your body tensed up and the hand that was holding your fries dropped down. Your mind went blank.
“Well yeah id hope so saying I’m eating for two” You snapped. Then a wash of realization hit you. You. Just. Told. Cameron. You watched his face morph into sudden shock and confusion. You slowly got up, your chair scraping the floor as you rushed out.
Your body was crying into a pillow at home. Tears streaming down your face. He hated you. He was going to break up with you. Your door creaked open as a small knock announced that the presence of someone was there.
“Go away” Your voice, muffled by your pillow and rough from crying, let out. A sigh was released and your bed creaked under the weight of a new presence. You felt a warm hand rubbed your shoulder in a relaxing manner.
“Why didn’t you tell me” a voice broke the silence. A voice that belonged to Cameron. A new wave of tears streamed down your face and you let out anther sob. His hand didn’t leave your shoulder and you felt him lean over you. “Hey, hey shh it okays, baby, why are you crying?” You could hear his concern.
“Your ‘hic’ going to ‘hic’ break up with me” You sobbed out, his hand suddenly left your shoulder but moved to your cheek.
“Look at me” but you didn’t budge, you looked horrible and there was no way you could bear to look at Cameron in this state.
“(Y/N), look at me” He tried again, he didn’t sound angry, he was calm and his voice was soothing. You slowly moved your face from you pillow to turn and look at him.
“I love you” he breathed out, “and that won’t ever change, ever. Why would I ever break up with you? Don’t you think id be excited for my new son or daughter??” He questioned.
“No” You admitted, the tears weren’t falling down your cheeks as hard. His thumb wiped under your eyes. Only love and concern filled his eyes.
“I love you when your sad, when your mad, when you threaten to end things, when you complain about the distance, when you have no make-up on, I love you to then end of the world and back, and ill love you when you’re carrying my child” His eyes didn’t leave your own for even a second. You felt his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. His hand moved your hair out of your face and he looked at you with such compassion.
“Promise?” you croaked out.
“Promise” He kissed your temple and pulled your body into his. “Well get through this” Your body finally relaxed and your tears finally dried. His soothing scent calmed you down as you buried your face in his shoulder. He rubbed your arm and you both sat there in silence. In happiness.

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I want to say that I love your writings but that doesn't do it justice. I look forward to them. Also, can I ask for one we're reader is a tomboy that acts flirtatious and confident- but it's really to mask very low self-esteem- and secretly crushes on Mcree. They'd never ask because of this even though they've been best friends since forever. Somehow, Jessie finds out and uses this to tell reader about his feelings for them (you can use your imagination for the end). Thanks you for reading this!

((A/N - you are too kind! I hope you enjoy 💜))

You wished you had a hat. Not a cowboy hat like Jesse’s, but just a beanie or a cap or something. Your locks kept on being flung into your face by the wind, no matter how many times you tucked them behind your ear. You felt self-conscious as you hadn’t washed your hair today. A nice hat could cover it up. Granted it was a nice day, and the small inconvenience was probably worth it because the view from the café’s garden was incredible. Perched on the peak of a grassland, you could see rolling hills for miles, with the odd patch of darkened woods where if you looked closely, wild rabbits could be seen hopping around. At least you could, if your view wasn’t obstructed by hair.

“Maybe y'should get the chop.” Jesse observed, sipping at his beer in the dark green bottle.
You huffed at him, holding your hair in both hands as makeshift pigtails, which made him cackle.

“Maybe you should let me borrow your hat.”
“No way, doll. Should'a brought your own.
“Please? How am I supposed to enjoy our lovely day out if I can’t even see.”

Now it was Jesse’s turn to huff. Putting his bottle down on the worn metal bistro table, he gingerly took off his hat. Swooping your hair over your right shoulder and holding it there, you reached over and used your left hand to ruffle his mop as a thank you. He placed the hat down on your head forcefully.

“Oi. Not necessary.” You pouted, plaiting your hair skillfully.

He grinned at you.

“Howdy, pard'ner.”
“… What?” You asked again, still confused.
“Your hair. My hat. You look like a proper cowgirl.”

You snorted. Jesse picked up his beer.

“Comin’ from the legendary Jesse McCree himself?” You exaggerated the southern belle accent, placing a hand in the centre of your chest.

He nearly spat his drink over you, but managed to swallow it.
“My goodness, (Y/N). Is that really what I sound like?”
Eyes wide, he wiped a hand over his smiling lips to get rid of a spatter of beer.

“No, but you have to admit you do put it on sometimes.”
“Alright, I will admit that. Only if you admit ya like wearin’ my hat.” He smirked devilshly.
You smiled, but your brows were furrowed as to say of course you did.
“Half of my wardrobe is made up of your old clothes.”
“No. I have to keep buying new clothes because ya keep on stealin’ them.”
You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, laughing.
“You have a point. What’re best friends for if you don’t share clothes?”

You managed to take a swig of your beer, now that your hair was out of the equation.

He was still looking at you, half a smile on his lips.

“Nothin’. Jus’ like bein’ here with you is all.”
“Cute. Now stop being sappy and finish your beer. I want to buy a hat.”
His eyes narrowed at you, keeping contact until he gulped the last drop. Jesse plonked the bottle on the table, followed by a satisfied ‘ahh.’

“I’m surprised you’re not g'na keep that one.” Scraping his chair back he nodded to the leather material protecting your head.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how lucky I get.”
“You’ve got me. I’ll say you’re pretty darn lucky.”
A dust of pink scattered your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at him and stood up.

He was your best friend, and had been for a very long time. Okay, there were times that you had thought of him as more, but you didn’t want to ruin what you already had. You’d watched too many TV shows and movies where friends decided to be in a relationship and they’d ended up breaking up and not talking to each other again. You knew better. You hoped Jesse knew better too. However, you hadn’t been in a proper relationship in a very long time, your last one ending on somewhat bad terms. It really put a damper on your confidence, and you weren’t particularly keen to go through it again.

Yeah, and Jesse was there to comfort you after the breakup.

That’s because he’s my best friend.

You like him.

Of course I do, he’s my friend.

That’s a cover up and you know it. You like him.

Your lips narrowed and brows furrowed at your internal battle.

“You okay, doll? Y'look a bit outta it.”
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You put on a fake smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the café.

His warm, large, firm hand that could easily make you bend to his will.

Woah there. Not in public.

Suddenly realising how clammy your palms were, you instantly pulled your hand out of Jesse’s grip and looked back to flash a quick smile to reassure him.

Stepping into a clothing store you picked up the first hat you saw, even if it was in the men’s section. You carefully took off Jesse’s hat and handed it to him to hold. Shoving the grey woollen beanie on your head, you span and turned to look at Jesse expectantly.

“Not g'na lie. You look like a female Reyes.”
 You snorted and pulled the hat off, a few strands of your hair coming loose. Jesse came forward and gently brushed them behind your ear. He pointed to a cap.
“Whatta ‘bout that one?”
You put the beanie back on the hook and tried on the cap. You raised an eyebrow.

“You’re too old to even know what that word means.”
“’S'cuse me?”
You chuckled, reaching up on your toes to pat his head. You’d never really noticed how much taller he was than you.
“It’s okay, sweetie. We all get old one day.”
You turned around to look in the mirror just in time to miss Jesse blush.
“I might get this one. Seems okay.”
“Yeah, suits ya, doll.”
You smiled at his compliment, your eyes catching in the mirror.

Taking the cap off and flattening the rest of your hair, you made your way over to the tills to pay.

“Hi there! Did you find everything you needed today?” The cashier asked.
“Yeah, thanks. I only needed a hat as Mr. Grumpy Pants got annoyed I had to borrow his.”
You like to think she let out a genuine laugh.
You paid for the hat, joking around with the cashier while she put it in a bag.
“I hope you and your boyfriend have a lovely rest of the day.”

Wait. What?!

You span around on your heels, too embarrassed to correct her.

You are just friends.

That’s bullcrap and you know it.

Stop. There’s nothing more.

You hold hands. You wear his clothes. You enjoy being in each other’s company. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, right?


You pulled the hat out of the bag and tore the tags off. You stuffed it on your head, grinning at Jesse.
“Now I don’t have to steal yours.”
He looked at you, blank faced.
“I heard what the cashier said.”
“You did? Oh. Funny, huh?”
“You didn’t correct her.”
“Erm, nope. Sorry? I guess.”

He broke into a grin.

“Don’t apologise.”
He threw his arm around your shoulder as you both walked down the street.

“Have you ever imagined us being t'gether?”
“I mean.. That’s a full on question.”
“Yae or nae, is all I need.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Good. So’ve I.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, the brim of your cap casting a shadow over your face.

“You have?”
“Di'n’t I jus’ say that?”
You pressed your lips together.
“Well.. How did it pan out?”
“We were happy. We’ve known each other for such a long time, (Y/N).”
“I know we have, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”
“You pulled your hand away from me earlier.”
“What was that about? Did'ja get freaked out it seemed we were more than ‘friends’?” He exaggerated friends with his fingers doing air quotations.

He needed to stop changing the subject too quickly, he was catching you off guard.

“Er,” you coughed slightly, “Sure.”
You dipped out from under his arm and started walking over to a vacant bench. He was immediately behind you, you both sitting down at the same time.

“I don’t wanna do anythin’ that makes ya feel weird.”
“It’s weird even talking about it.”

Jesse let out a hearty chuckle. He put his hand on your thigh and his chocolate eyes met yours.
“Seriously, (Y/N). I’ve noticed the way ya look at me.”
You glanced away, feeling like a deer in headlights the way he was staring at you so intently.
“We can go slow. Everything would still be the same. I’ll still be the same ol’ Jesse McCree ‘nd look after ya. There’d just be sex every once in a while.”
You snapped back to look at him, mouth agape.
“Jesse McCree. We are in public!“ 
He grinned at you wolfishly.
“Well? Whadd'ya say?”
You weren’t used to being put on the spot.
He encased you in a bear hug.
“Y'all have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His voice slightly muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck. You leant into him, smiling.

See, was that so difficult?

You hated your internal voice. She was always right.

“Wait ‘til I tell everybody back at base.”
“Hey, we haven’t-”
“It’s official, (Y/N).” He sat back and grinned. “C'mon!”

He dragged you from off the bench, headed to where the car was parked, practically bouncing around like an enthusiastic puppy.

You shook your head to yourself and smiled. What on earth had you gotten yourself into.

An internet hug for all the beautiful people that make my life a little better- even if I’ve never spoken to you. It makes me sad I’ll likely never get to hug you guys in real life, but if this is as close as I can get then I want to make it count.

I hope that all of your dreams come true, that you pass that test you’ve been studying for, that it doesn’t rain on the trip you’ve been planning, that you see a cute animal that makes you smile, or that the person you’ve been hoping would message you back does. I hope you feel important and loved and valid and that you can feel as beautiful and amazing and wonderful as I see you all. This goes out for all the people I’ve never met as well, who feel like they need some encouragement. There is always, always, someone out there who cares about you and hopes for the best for you. 

As I say above, I love you all!

@wafflenightcore @of-lams-and-stars @bunny-yams @jamilton-central @sleepyeule @sixpenceee @annapantsu @thatsthat24 @juuria @sonofhistory and the list goes on but basically @ everyone

We’re Going To Get Caught!

Anon asked: An imagine where the reader is George Lucas’s assistant and people on set aren’t supposed to have relationships but (young) Mark Hamil and the reader have one secretly? So the actual imagine itself is the two meeting in a dressing room or supply closet secretly and its just fluff and great

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Ahhh! I absolutely love young Mark Hamill, he’s such a sweetie! I hope you like the story, anon!)

Plot Summary: After an unsuccessful take while working on ‘A New Hope’, George calls for a break, since everyone had been working since early morning. As Lucas’s assistant, your job is to make sure the staff, tech, and actors are all working at their best, and work as a ‘director’s apprentice’ as filming continued. Relationships aren’t supposed to be on set, considering that it could be distracting to the actors and staff… That doesn’t stop you and Mark though, does it?

Originally posted by coolcoconuts

“Are you kidding me?” You leaned back in your chair, reviewing the footage with George as the end of your pen was pushed softly at your bottom lip.

It was perfect, almost flawless. After eighteen attempts on the ‘Death Star Escape’ scene, you noticed something a little off about it.

“Carrie, Harrison, Mark, come here. Look at this!” George gestured the actors over by your camera as you turned the screen towards them.

“The mic was in picture.” He stated, as the both of you leaned back in your chairs.

They watched their work, groaning at the sight.

It went great!  Perfect acting, no screw ups!

Except for that mic.

“The mic was in picture!” Mark and Harrison exclaimed, repeating George’s words as Carrie laughed.

“We’ve got to do it again!” She groaned jokingly as her buns became more disheveled from the previous takes.

George chuckled alongside you as he clapped his hands once. “You know what, guys? We all just need a break. Let’s take a 30-minute recess. We’ll reshoot after.” 

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B-F-F (best fucking friends) | Vmin

college/sharehouse au, smut, fwb, slice of life, humor, drama | rated e | 27k | Part 2 of Bangtan Sharehouse

summary: “Once? You had sex, once, and like, swore it off?”

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a/n: okay, this is MOSTLY smut, even though I know the word count is ridiculous lol it follows Of Ducks & Men in the Sharehouse AU timeline, so if you haven’t read that, there might be a few things you won’t understand completely, but it can be read on its own, I think. The plot is there, but it’s mainly in the background :) 

I hope you enjoy! Thank you to everyone who sent love and support during the writing process ;;

**Vmin are purely best friends/fuck buddies. If you want fluff or romance, you won’t find it here~

[DRABBLE REQUEST] NewTrainee!Joshua (G)

Requested by: @netflixingcastiel
Prompt: First day of training at Pledis!
Word count: 1107 
Genre: Slight Fluff
Warnings: None!

A/N: WAAHAHAH JISOO NEOMU KYEO ok practically swooned over Josh the whole time while writing this 1k word Drabble (even tho its only slight fluff) HAHAH hope y’all like it though!! I’m also working on a new Vernon Drabble, be sure to stay tuned for that! 

Thanks and please continue to support us <3

- Scooped ✌️

Originally posted by shwua

It was a Tuesday Morning, you received a phone call from an unknown number. You answered it, and received the best news you had in awhile – you passed your audition, and you were accepted into Pledis Entertainment as a trainee.

You were delighted, of course, it took you months to practise for your audition, and all that hard work has finally paid off. What interested you more was that you were in the same company as your favourite idol group, Seventeen.

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Dean’s Revenge: Take 2

Title: Dean’s Revenge: Take 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Robin, Dean
Summary: Ticklish!Sam, Ticklish!Robin; Dean got his revenge on Robin but both decides to end this tickle war from the starting source: Sammy.

A/N: Heyo! This is for Anon who requested another Dean’s revenge. ITS A DOUBLE TEAM!! AHHHHH! I hope you enjoy it!! Set directly after Part 4

Robin eyed Dean nervously, opening her mouth to start sprouting out excuses when Dean lunged, hands squeezing her thin waist. Robin screeched in surprise and wildly kicked her legs. Dean let out a grunt as one of her feet kicked his shoulder.

“You’re in for it now, Princess,” He growled, tickling Robin’s hips. Robin squealed and tried curling into a ball to avoided the tingling sensation.


“Did you stop when I asked?”

“BUHUT YOU LIHIHIKE IT!” She shrieked once again, head thrown back in happy laughter. Dean flushed and tickled harder.



“God, you’re just like Sammy.”

The minute Sam’s name left Dean’s mouth, Robin knew what she had to do to get out of this predicament. So, she was going to feel a little guilty for throwing Sam under the bus but it would make Dean stop tickling her sooo…fair trade? Maybe?


Dean paused, finger stilling at the curve of Robin’s back, “I’m listening.”

“H-He ihihis the reahaha-reason you keheheep gehehetting tihihickled!”

Dean helped Robin sit up from where she was laying on the couch.

“Go on.”

“Give thehe kid a tahahaste of his own mehehedince!” Robin’s giggles started subsiding and she could see the mischievous smirk grow on her boyfriends face and breathed a sigh of relief when Dean moved.

He stood and held a hand out for Robin and pulled her up, both heading for the swing outside. Sam had his head bent over his book, mouthing the words and flipped the page, repeating the process. Dean snorted, muttering something like nerd before scooping his little brother up, easy.

Sam yelped, dropping his book and held on to Dean with dear life because seriously what was happening??? Robin was considerate enough to pick up his book and followed Dean back to the living room. Dean plopped down, hiding Sam between his legs, effectively trapping the little Winchester while Robin knelt in front of them both. 

“Dean, what’s going on?!” Sam tried to stand, only to be forced back down by his older brother.

“Robin gave me a very interesting idea,” Dean stated, finger swirling along the dips of Sam’s small sides. Sam flinched, an involuntary giggle escaping him. 


“It was your fault I got tickled by Sonny―”

“You already got me back for that!” Sam cried out, squeaking as Robin squeezed his knee’s. “Stohohop ihihit!”

“But it was also your fault for having Robin tickle me!”

“And me for getting tickled,” Robin squeezed harder, laughing at Sam’s body spasm. 

“I think it’s only fair that you get loved on too!” Dean scribbled his fingers onto Sam’s ribs, laughing at his little brother who was already pleading for them to stop. “Get his feet.”

“NO! Please, Robin, don’t! Don’t tickle my feHEHEHEHEEEEEEEET! NOHOHO!” Sam screamed as Robin locked his ankles in a headlock embrace and scribbled along the soles, the socks he wore barely keeping the ticklish tingles away.

“Take his socks off.”

Dean slipped his hands under Sam’s shirt, scratching the sensitive belly, not disappointed as Sam arched, hands trying to grab Dean’s and Robin’s appendages. Robin pealed off the socks, using her long nails to lightly tickle the arch of Sam’s feet, the sides and the little spot right under his toes that always drove Sam mad.


Dean decided to play with Sam’s little navel, wiggling a finger in the little innie, tickling the rim before diving back in. That combined with his toes being tickled, Sam was dead.

“IHIHI‘M TOHOHO TIHIHICKLIHIHISH! PLEHEHE! STAHAHAH!” Sam’s laughter turned silent, tears prickling at his eyelids, head thrown back in Dean’s shoulder as he realized he couldn’t stop the assault. 

Dean tickled Sam’s hips and tummy for a few more minutes, little raspberries peppered on Sam’s neck; Robin explored both of Sam’s feet, finding little creases and crevices, tickling a spot near his ankles Sam didn’t even know he was ticklish. Finally, the two stopped, Sam laying still on his brother, chest heaving and a bright smile on his face,

“Nohoho mohohore,” He begged, using his puppy eyes on Dean and Robin. Both older teens melted, agreeing at the tired puppy look Sam adopted. 

“No more,” Dean agreed, ruffling Sam’s hair. Robin giggled and smiled apologetically. Sam waved her off, let out a small cough and reached for his book.

“Are we even now? Or do I have to worry about another sneak attack?”

“You tell me,” Dean teased ominously, making Sam groan and walk away, slight paranoia in his steps.

He really had the worst big brother ever (but Sam wouldn’t trade him for the world).

lindsayloveslife  asked:

I know it's overdone but Bellarke + their children (drabble or headcanon, whichever works for you!). Congrats on the 1600 followers!

A/N: I chose headcanon for this one because it seemed easier. Hope you like it!

  • When Clarke goes into labor, it’s simultaneously the scariest and most exciting moment of Bellamy’s life.
  • Clarke knows he’s worried, but she does her best to stay positive for his sake, even though she thinks she’s probably more scared than he is.
  • Clarke gives birth to a little girl at 4:23am, a little girl with olive skin and a head of dark hair. Her eyes, though. Those blue eyes are all Clarke.
  • They name her Maddison - there’s no rhyme or reason, no deep meaning behind her name - they just like it. She instantly becomes Maddie, for short.
  • Maddie grows like a weed. Bellamy is beside himself with worry as she learns to crawl, and then walk. Everyone in camp keeps an eye out for her, though, so that eases his mind. A little.
  • Clarke is elected Chancellor when Maddie turns one. Bellamy holds her in his arms during the ceremony and she stares seemingly in awe as Clarke’s mother puts the pin on her shirt. 
  • When Maddie is three, Bellamy goes missing for four days. Maddie doesn’t seem to understand how serious it is, but curls up next to Clarke when the stress becomes too much and she can’t stop the tears.
  • The tears are worse because Clarke has just figured out that she’s pregnant. She refuses to let her children grow up without their Dad.
  • When Bellamy finally returns, a little bruised, Maddie looks at him with those big eyes and tells him he’s not allowed to leave for that long ever again, because it makes her sad. “You got it, princess.” Bellamy chokes out, his eyes closing in relief as he finally sees his family again. 
  • Maddie turns five on a sunny day. They have a party and make flower crowns, and make a tiny one for her brother, Lincoln.
  • Clarke doesn’t run for re-election when her term is up as Chancellor. Instead, she watches as Raven Reyes accepts the pin with a wolfish grin on her face, and only cries a little when she pins it on her.
  • When Maddie is old enough, she asks Harper to teach her how to fight. Nothing serious, just self defense, but Bellamy is on the edge the entire time, watching his 7-year old face off against her Aunt Harper with a determination on her face that’s all Clarke.
  • Octavia comes back the same month, and Maddie is enamored with her, oblivious to the tension between her Dad and Aunt Octavia whenever they’re in the same room. 
  • Octavia and Bellamy slowly become used to being around each other again. Clarke doesn’t miss the way Bellamy flinches every time Octavia gets angry, and she hates it, but also sees the gentle way that Octavia holds Lincoln, and the way she cries when she thinks no one else is looking after they tell her the little boy’s name.
  • When Maddie is 15, she falls in love. Bellamy spends more time glaring at the boy than trying to reassure Maddie that she doesn’t need to worry about what boys think of her. 
  • Clarke punches him so hard on the arm he sees stars after. “So help me, Bellamy, if you don’t tell your daughter she’s beautiful no matter what that boy thinks, I will never forgive you.” 
  • When Maddie is 20, and Lincoln is 17, they go on a scouting mission with Bellamy and Miller, and Clarke is sick with worry the entire time they’re gone. She couldn’t have stopped them if she tried, though, and tries not to panic when they come back, a little bloody.
  • Everyone’s fine, and when Clarke patches up Bellamy later that night, he tells her with pride in his voice how they were attacked by scavengers, and his kids absolutely “kicked some ass”. His words.
  • Years later, as he strokes Clarke’s hair as they lay together in the house that’s been their home for nearly twenty years, Bellamy still can’t believe this is his life. 

send me prompts for headcanons and drabbles for my holiday fic fest!

Steve Rogers and the Time He Watched Harry Potter For The First Time

Steve Rogers and the Time He Watched Harry Potter For The First Time
Steve Rogers x Reader
Warning: None

A/N: HEY GUYS ITS BEEN A WHILE HUH? I’m soooo sooo sorry!!! I’ve gotten a bad case of writers block and this is the only “good” one I had in forever. I hope you like it even though it’s not that good. I’ve gotten obsessed with Harry Potter so I decided to write this. As always, let me know if you like it !! Please give me your feed back on what you think and I will do my best on writing again! :) <3

“You have to watch this,"you said, flopping down next to Steve on your bed.

"What are we watching tonight Sweetheart?”

“THE GREATEST SERIES IN THE WORLD,"you screamed turning to your boyfriend and waving your arms around.

"And that is?"he says, quite amused at how you’re acting.

You leaned in and whispered in his ear,"the boy who liiiiiiiveeeed.”

“That’s the name of the movie?”

“OH MY GOSH STEVE YOU OLD MAN,” you screamed, falling back wards, opposite of him.

Steve chuckled,“ I’m sorry, what’s the name of the movie?”

He says this while he grabs your hands and pull you up.

As you sit up and you face him, you open your eyes.

“Harry. Potter.”

“Oh that guy,” he says, pointing to a poster you have on your wall.

“YES,” you scream, smiling big, happy that he finally caught up.

Steve laughed, he pulled you to where he was at and you sat in between his legs as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“You’re gonna love it,” you said.

“We’ll see,"he says, giving you a sweet little kiss on the cheek.

"We’ll start on the first movie, it’s called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.”

“Mmmkay,"he says, hugging you tighter and snuggling his head on your neck.

"STEVE!"you yell,"pay attentioooooon”

“It hasn’t even started yet!”

You cross your arms over your chest and pout.

“Alright, fine,"he says.

As you two continue to watch the movie, you were in that part where the trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, were on the chess pieces.

You were now cuddled into Steve’s side, you look up to him and you see his eyes fixed to the screen with his mouth half open.

"So are you liking it s—”


He pressed his finger to your lips and shushed you again.

“Okay okay.”

When the movie finished you sat up and asked him,“ so did ya like it!?”

“Let’s watch the second one,” he says grabbing the remote.

“Stevie, it’s 12:54am, we have to get some sleep.”

You try to grab the remote but he puts it out of your reach.

“STEVE!"you yell, reaching for the remote,"GIVE. ME. THE. RE. MOTE.”

“NO,"he yells back, clicking play.

"Fine,"you said, not wanting to deal with this when you’re very very tired,” good night then.“

You hugged his torso and buried your head into his chest.

When you woke up it was about 12pm, you haven’t woke up this late in forever, but it’s your day off so it’s okay, and Steve was still up watching.

"You’re not done yet?”

“Shhhhhhhhhhh,"he says.

His eyes were red and shiny.

"Babe, you need to sleep,"you said, punching him in the arm. Which was a terrible idea.

"I’m almost done, give me an hour or two , I’ll be done.”

“Fine but you didn’t give me my good morning kiss,” you said closing your eyes and puckering up.

“Mm,"Steve said, not even looking at you.

You narrow your eyes at him and your jaw dropped. You cross your arms and say,” SPOILER ALERT, HARRY POTTER IS A HORCR—"

Before you can even finish your sentence, Steve’s lips were stuck to yours.

I think this is the first time he’d closed his eyes in HOURS.

When he pulls away, his eyes rolls back and he falls backwards.
Knocked out.

You shake your head and sighed.
“Oh Steve.
I told you you’ll love it.”

You cover him with a blanket and kisses his forehead.

“Sleep tight my love.”

tigermitq  asked:

OKAY.... HOW would the monsta X members react when they touch your (gf/best friend) skin for the first time and its cold... Really cold.. Like a Vampire or a Corpse.? Can be gif reaction but doesn't have to be :) Enjoy doing it.

a/n: sorry it took so long for me to answer this! since school started i’ve been so busy and didn’t have time for this blog at all. i’m back though and hope to post more regularly now! anyways, great question because i personally have really cold hands most of the time so i can relate a bit to this. 

shownu: you guys would be dancing or working out together one day and you would struggle with a certain dance move or exercise. he would shyly help you out and place your hands in his. at first, he would be a bit shocked because your hands are so cold but he would quickly give you a sheepish grin while saying, “you’re obviously not trying hard enough if your hands are this cold. come on, break a sweat!” he would probably transform into a personal trainer, barking orders at you and trying to get you to work harder. “five more punches! aw, you’re tired? okay then, ten more! you have to get that circulation going!”

wonho: he would be your class deskmate that you’ve always had a bit of affection for but constantly played hard to get with. during class he would poke you with his pencil, doodle on your notes, or make weird faces to try to get you to notice him. one day, he would be fed up with you and drag you by the wrist to the roof of your school building. “hey, your hands are really cold,” he would point out while staring intently at them. you would try to pull your hand away but he would grab them and start to breathe and rub them between his. “are you a vampire or something? here, let me keep you warm,” he would say with a sly smile.

minhyuk: you’re monsta x’s new makeup artist and it’s your first day on the job. you’re lugging your case of makeup around the music show waiting room nervously as you wait for one of the older makeup artists to tell you to do. “what are you doing doping around? from now on, you’ll be in charge of minhyuk’s makeup. go touch him up before the encore stage starts.” you would pull out powder and a brush and make your way over to where minhyuk is sitting. “do i need to be touched up? darn, i thought my face was already handsome enough.” he would tease you as you lift his chin and being to apply the makeup on his face. “woah! your hands are really cold!” he would exclaim while getting up and walking off to another room. a few minutes later, he would return with a hot pack and press it into your hands with a wink. “this should keep those pretty hands of yours warm.” 

kihyun: he would walk you home after you two had spent the night out on a date. you have a habit of swinging your hands while you walk and it just so happens that you were walking close enough to kihyun that you accidentally clasp your hands with his. he would be startled at the sudden contact but try to hide his smile at your first skinship. “why are your hands so cold?” he would ask with a concerned frown. “are you sick? are you cold? do you want to stop by the pharmacy and get some medicine? here take my jacket.” he would then intertwine your fingers together and stick your hand into his pant pocket. “keep yourself warm because you’re not allowed to get sick without my permission, okay?” he would say with a bashful smile. 

jooheon: you and jooheon would be special mcs for music bank’s anniversary episode. while in the waiting room, you would be pacing and nervously reading over your cue cards, practicing your lines in your head. jooheon would subconsciously smile seeing you practicing so hard. “do you mind if we practiced together? i think it would be easier that way and we need to practice all of the cheesy actions together anyways.” he would suggest nonchalantly. the two of you would go over your lines in corny voices and laugh at the each other’s silly actions. at one point, he would raise his hand for a high five and you would give his hand a loud slap. he would shake his hand and fake being in pain while saying, “what the heck, that actually hurt. by the way, your hands are really cold.” he would grab your hands suddenly and rub them vigorously, half warming your hands up and half giving you an indian sunburn. “that’s payback for the high five.” 

hyungwon: you would be in a rush to get to class and running recklessly down the street with your textbooks in you hands. being the clumsy person you are, you would get the tip of your shoe stuck in a crack in the sidewalk and trip, sending your papers flying. hyungwon would just happen to be passing by and stop to help you pick your stuff up. frazzled, you would thank him as he handed you a stack of notes, brushing your fingers with his. “oh, you must be pretty cold, your hands are freezing.” he would gently take your hand, place his warm cup of coffee in it, and close your fingers around it with a heartwarming smile. “take this to keep yourself warm, you need it more than i do and watch where you’re going, yeah?” he would say before walking off. 

i.m: you’re the new student in school and completely lost in the new building. luckily you had the class president, i.m, to show you around. “okay so your first class, biology with ms. bailey is here.” he would say as he pointed to the classroom and handed you your schedule back. your hands would brush for a brief moment causing him to jump a bit at how cold your hands were. he would look you up and down with an intensely concerned stare. “this isn’t going to do,” he would sigh as he took your wrist and walked you to a excluded area of the building. he would place your hands on top of an old black ventilator to warm them up and smile at you cheekily. “cool right? this is the warmest area in this old school. didn’t you know students can’t focus well if they’re cold?”

That Was Scary!

Drabble Request 2: Dean Winchester @quiddy-writes (This was so much fun! Thanks for the submission!)

“Dean! Quit it! I told you I didn’t like scary movies!” You whisper-yelled in his direction as you made your way through the abandoned warehouse, which was supposedly haunted by a ghost.

“Dude, leave Y/n alone.” Sam protested.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart… I’m just messing with you.” Dean practically wined.

“Poking me with a stick in the dark and trying to make me scream is uncalled for.” He had guilted you into watching a horror movie marathon with him in the bunker yesterday, even though you told him how jumpy you got after you watched any type of thriller. “I’m going to have nightmares. Don’t be surprised if I’m crawling into bed with you tonight.”

“I thought you were trying to get me to stop?” He drawled, winking at you in the dim of his flashlight.

You’re only response was to roll your eyes and try to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

He signaled to you and Sam that he was going to check out the upstairs rooms and made his way up the rickety, creaking stairs.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Sam nudged your ribs, “You know he gets just as jumpy as you do after watching horror flicks, right?”

You practically laughed in Sam’s face, “Yeah, sure Sam. I believe that. Dean Winchester, fearless hunter, gets spooked by movies like Poltergeist.”

“I’m serious. I’ve only known him for forever. The man can stare a vamp in the face, but catch him of guard and he’ll scream his pants off. Trust me.” Sam quipped.

You still scoffed. Dean was the protector, especially to you. He was fearless and tough. No way that could happen.

Sam noticed your disbelief and raised an eyebrow, “If you don’t believe me, you want to help me prove it to you?”

Sam hurried to the second floor, calling Dean’s name in a panic.

“Sam! Dude, what?!”

“I can’t find Y/n. We were checking an area downstairs and she just disappeared!” He wasted no time rushing past Sam, missing the smirk that spread on his lips.

Dean plowed through the warehouse like a bull in a China shop. He barreled through every room and looked in every crevasse trying to find a sign of you or whatever had taken you.

“I think I found something!” Sam called.

Dean rounded the corner, flashlight in hand; ready to beat the hell out of whatever came into view. He was met by Sam, who held a finger over his lips to tell Dean to stay quiet before pointing towards the last in a row of doors in front of him. Dean readied the iron chain in his hands and planted his feet into the dirt floor.

Sam mouthed a “1, 2, 3” before violently swinging open the door, revealing an empty closet. Dean checked the area, justifying to himself that it was, in fact, empty.

When his shoulders finally relaxed and he let out a sigh, you jumped out from your hiding place and yelled as loudly as you could, far enough away so that you weren’t within striking distance of his fists. Surprisingly, though, big, bad, Dean Winchester didn’t throw any punches, but rather…

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The loudest shriek of fear you had ever heard pierced your ears. You never thought a sound such as this would come out of a man Dean’s size. You had never seen the man even slightly afraid, and here he was, practically squealing in terror. Sam had already doubled over in amusement as a loud ‘pffft’ left your lips. Dean even began jumping up and down a bit, which sent you over the edge. You held your belly as laughter poured out of you uncontrollably. After a few moments, you stood and tried to wipe the tears from your cheeks as you composed yourself.

Dean stood, inhaling deeply, “That was scary! Phew! Alright, Y/n… you win! You can stop now.”

“Damn straight. Now, no more scary movies, deal?”

“Deal, sweetheart. This ghost doesn’t seem to be here. Let’s head back.”

Sam sniffled, still giggling. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Lets go get some dinner.”

“Sounds good.” Dean nodded. “Wow, my heart’s racing. I might be crawling in bed with you tonight, Y/n.”

You smirked, put a hand on your hip, dawned your best seductive glare, and looked him dean in the eye, “I though you were trying to get me to stop, Winchester?”

A/n: My first drabble requests are coming out today :) I hope you all enjoy them! they’ll all be tagged under “spn drabble requests”

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anonymous asked:

Cave Me In, 9 (because it's my fave omg and Jinyoung is giving me too much feels)

lmaoo jinyoung is my bias wrecker so i feel you on a personal level (can’t believe its your fave tho. woo!!!)

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

yesssss. even though the original request gave me a prompt to use, i had to go through a lot of searching before i could find a path that led to jinyoung and y/n having hope in their relationship lol. like the first draft i wrote ended with jinyoung straight up disagreeing to y/n’s proposition. but i didn’t really like that so i went back and changed a few things, added that running scene and made jinyoung the best friend turned boyfriend. that way their love is transcendental in a sense?? and he now had a reason to agree bc best friends dont just flake out on you, ya know

Harry Potter Imagine - Requested

Sorry there is no gif I couldn’t find one! I hope you like it

“See you in Potions y/n!” Draco Malfoy waved at you as you both took your separate ways.

Your smile was still on your lips when you turned the corner, bumping unto your boyfriend, “oh!” You chuckled, “hi Harry!”

When Harry didn’t return your smile you rolled your eyes, already knowing what was about to come. “Harry listen I know you don’t like him but he’s my best friend Harry! You can’t just expect me to stop my friends for you!”

Harry huffed, “y/n if he could kill me he would! Oh wait! He’s bloody trid hasn’t he?”

“Harry that was a long time ago,” you cooed, “he’s a good guy I promise.”

Harry scoffed, “he’s got you wrapped around her finger that sly snake!” He yelled, Harry stopped walking (you two had started walking to class) and turned yo face you, “he’s using you to get to me y/n can’t you see it? Why in the world would a snobby Slytherin like him befriend a Hufflepuff?!”

You gasped, “are you saying I’m not good enough Harry? Because if I’m not good enough to befriend  a Slytherin than I’m sure not good enough to date of Gryffindor Harry! Why are you always underestimating me because I’m Hufflepuff?”

“I’m not!” He yelled, attracting looks from around you, “you’re my girlfriend y/n and I know how bad he is.” Harry rubbed your arms, “love, I’m trying to protect you.”

You shrugged His hands away, “I don’t need your protection Harry! And he isn’t using me to get to you not everything is about the famous Harry Potter and His scar okay? This school doesn’t bloody revolve around you! Wake up! And you know I’ve been friends with Malfoy since before we starter coming to Hogwarts.”

“I didn’t for a second think it was about my fame!” Harry was now yelling like he’s never yelled before. His voice booming in the halls, now everyone’s eyed were really on you two. “You know how much I dislike the spotlight y/n and how much I hate this fame! I didn’t ask for it! I hate how everything always comes back to this stupid scar and Voldemort! I don’t think its about me y/n its about you! I don’t want to lose you and he knows that! He will do anything to break us up!”

Your hands turned into fists beside you, “well if that’d the case than it may be working for him Harry because I’m sick and tired if this!”

Hermione and Ron ran up to the both of you, “settle down you two!” Hermione commande, “you’re making a scene!”

Harry ignored her and stormed closer to you, “fine!” He screamed, “leave then!” Out of instinct he raised his wand, “see if I give a da-”

“Harry!” Ron held Harry’s arm back, you all knew how he didn’t think Mich when he was angry and it was very possible he could curse you with anger. “Harry stop this you’re being absurd!”

Harry pushed against Ron, “if you want to leave than Leave y/n! I sure won’t stop you I’d be glad to see you walk away!”

You felt as if he had just punched your heart. Beside you Hermione gasped. What he said was bad, and really hurtful. Your eyes filled with tears as you glared at Harry, he was still blubbering words but you couldn’t hear over the ringing in your ears. Hermione tried comforting you but you pushed her away. “So be it Harry Potter,” you only managed a whisper as you were trying to hide the cries from climbing out, “we’re over with.”

With that you turned around and walked away. Waiting until you were away from all these people, before breaking down. Your sobs filled the empty hallway and you fell onto your knees as tears streamed down your face. You couldn’t believe what just happened, you broke up with Harry. Over Draco Malfoy! But you loved Harry. You loved him more than anything bytbyou hated how in control he was! He controlled everything. But it stopped at your friends, he couldn’t tell you who to he friends with. Still, just the idea of the fact that he was no longer your boyfriend made it feel like someone was squeezing the life out if your heart. It hurt so bad you were gasping for air.

“Y/n!” The voice you heard wasn’t the voice you hoped for. “I heard about what happened are you alright?” Draco kneeled beside you and placed his hand in your shoulder.

“I… I.. He.. I broke.. Broke up with him!” You squeezed the words between your sobbing. “I didn’t mean to Draco… I was so angry I just.. Said it. I didn’t mean it though!”

Draco hugged you tightly, “its Ok y/n..  Its ok maybe it was for the best. He probably did this to get back at Me by hurting you. But its Ok I’ll get hi-”

“Seriously?!” You shouted, pushing him back. “You too? God! Its not about either of you! I’m not a piece if your little game Draco! Why do you both think that? You know you are a lot Like him. Maybe that’s why you hate each other so much because you remind eacother of yourselves.”

“Y/n I didn’t mean…”

“No!” You stood up, “forget it Malfoy.”


“Y/n just talk to him maybe you can work this out,” Hermione spoke as she helped you make your bed two days after the fight.

“What if I don’t want to work it out,” I questioned. Even though I knew it was a lie, “maybe it’s for the best.”

Hermione huffed as she packed her books, “we all know that’s not true.” She gave you a knowing smile and walked out.

You huffed your broken heart away, trying to ignore the pain as you walked out if the common room and into the school hallways. If you were to be honest with yourself you wanted  Harry back. And you were avoiding him because you knee you wouldn’t be able to resist him if you saw him.

But you always had the worst luck. Today was Wednesday, and you had Charms with Gryffindor. You walked into class and, “y/n,” Harry mumbled, “y/n can we talk?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes, “not now Harry we have class..”

He ignored you and continued talking, “I remember when I first noticed you. It was in this class. Your charm went crazy and hit Ron instead of your partner. And Ron started laughing hysterically and I was very confused for the longest time because I had no idea why hebwas laughing.” Harry chuckled, “and then you ran over and kept saying sorry over and over. And all I could think of was, ‘wow, wow she’s so beautiful!’ And everything else faded at that moment and I was so caught up in you and how you started laughing at Ron..” Harry groaned and ran his hand through his hair, “I don’t know why I’m saying this. What I’m trying to say is I’m sorry for the way I acted. I know that I overreacted about you and Malfoy. I know he’s your best friend, but he isn’t mine. And its very hard for me to accept that. But I am trying. So give me a chance?”

You blinked fast to prevent tears from falling. “The proffesor is on her way,” you spoke with a shakey voice, “I should go find my sea-”

“Please!” Harry gripped your hands in his, “please y/n… I’m sorry. I love you I really love you I don’t want to lose you.”

You blinked and gasped. That was the first time Harry has ever told you he loved you. The words made your heart swell with joy. Then you remembered how angry he was that day. “I’m sorry Harry,” it broke your heart to speak, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that,” Hus voice shook, “look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me and I’ll leave you alone forever.”

Forcing yourself to look up, your eyes met his tearful ones. The words faded from your mouth at the sight of his tears. You loved him, and after moments of gathering the courage to lie, you sighed and broke eye contact. Harry let out a relifed laugh, “I knew it!” He hugged you are tightly, and you couldn’t resist hugging him back. “I’m sorry y/n,” he spoke in your ear.

You kissed his wet cheek, “I love you,” you said in reply.

Talk to me (Jay Park Fic)

Request: Hey can you do a scenario with JAY PARK where you have a fight because you’re an American singer and he visits you but you never did. Until one day you surprise him only to find him having a girl beside him. But its only a misunderstanding~ Thank you  ~ @leyarren

A/N: Hi Hi!! Omg, so, it’s been FOREVER since I’ve written anything for Jay Park so this was a tad bit of a challenge. A fun one though! lol I really hope I did this justice and that you like it!! Sorry it took so long for me to get it done! ~Ad.Red

Genre: Quite of a bit of Angsty stuff with a good ending though 

Word count: 3,249

Summary: Sometimes it’s best to talk things over instead of assuming or waiting until it’s too late

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anonymous asked:

could I get an imagine where y/n is a cheerleader for bh's lax team and her and Liam are cute after they win against devenford but brett comes along hitting on y/n?

here you go :) I changed it a little bit but not too much I hope you still like it

also I hate writing Brett as a sorta bad guy because I love him so much :( but whatever its still cute I think


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kitsune-kira  asked:

.... So are the archangels LESS powerful than the swaingels? Also the regular angel host of heaven thingy hierarchy is covered in the not-swaingel angel tier, right?

YES to all! 

Anonymous said:

Where are archangels in that chart??

kira got it! they’re in the broad “angels” category!

Anonymous said:

I hope that the next project Rob and Rich do is your God n Gabe. Not to say i dont absolutely love kings of con, damn do i love KoC. But you deserve to have God n Gabe acted out on screen

aw, you and me both! i really appreciate that, though! a series probably wouldn’t be possible like what they accomplished with KoC, but i’d love to see them act out a little script. but just them collaborating and being best friends definitely fuels the fire


*Requested* Imagine Kol spotting you in school

( I changed the imagine a little bit, hope it´s okay. Anyway I hope you like this imagine, even though it´s a little shorter. Also, look out for the imagine tomorrow, its going to be really emotional, I can assure you that.)

Word count: 422

Your name: submit What is this?

Another annoying, dreadful day at school is finally over, as you walk along the hallway, getting to your locker. Your best friend is ill, so you had to endure the madness in class alone today, because your other friends don´t have the same classes as you do. You throw your stuff into the locker, closing it and making your way out the door. You grab a coffee on your way out, needing the caffeine after this crazy day. You walk around a corner, as you suddenly bump into someone, your coffee splashing all over your shirt.

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anonymous asked:

could you write a super super ridiculously fluffy ashton imagine? it can be anything i just really need something like that right now. i love your writing!

Thank you so much! So this is the first split P.O.V. I’ve done so please let me know what you think! If its awful I will gladly write you something else but I hope you like it!

Ashton’s P.O.V.

“Guys how do I look?” I don’t know why I was asking these three though, they didn’t exactly have the best fashion sense.

“For the hundredth time Ash you look fine!” Calum and Michael yelled back at me.

“Yeah man you look good, (Y/N)’s going to be blown away.” Luke answered me, he seemed to be the only one who understood how nervous I was.

“I’m just nervous guys, what if she says no? What if she doesn’t feel the same way I do? I can’t imagine a life without her.” No matter how many times the guys told me to calm down and that everything will be fine I couldn’t help but feel nervous.

 “Ashton you’ve played in front of thousands of people before, how bad could asking one person a simple question be?” Michael asked.

“Michael this isn’t just a simple question, and she might be one person but she’s the one person that means the most to me, without her I’m nothing man, she means so much to me and I need her to be mine for the rest of my life.” I tried to explain to Michael how wrong he was but he couldn’t possibly understand. He couldn’t possibly understand what it feels like to find a best friend and fall in love with them, what it feels like to find someone that makes me more nervous than a sold out arena. He doesn’t know what it feels like to find your soul mate.

“Shit guys it’s already 7:00pm I have to pick up (Y/N)!” I grabbed my jacket, wallet and the car keys and rushed out the door.

Your P.O.V.

You were putting on the finishing touches of your make up when you heard a knock at the front door.

“It’s open!” You yelled, you knew it was Ashton since you had a date tonight and you were supposed to be ready 15 minutes ago. You heard Ash come into your bathroom.

“Wow…you…you look stunning.” Ashton said as he scanned your body with his hazel eyes.

“Thanks babe,” You replied and you felt your cheeks go red. “Sorry I took so long, I’m ready to go now.” You walk toward Ashton and follow him to the front door. He grabbed your jacket and held the door open for you as you walked to the car.

Ashton’s P.O.V.

 “I think you’re going to like this place, I heard they have the best cheesecake in town.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, my heart was racing and my hands were getting sweatier every second.

“I’ll like wherever we go, I’m just happy to be with you. Good cheesecake is just a bonus.” She giggled and put her hand on my thigh. Damn, how did I get so lucky?

Your P.O.V.

“You were right, this cheesecake is amazing Ash.” You smiled across the table at Ashton who hadn’t finished his dinner and now had barely touched his dessert.

“You okay Ash?” You asked.

“Oh yeah I’m fine babe” He smiled at you reassuringly. “I actually have something to ask you.”

He got up from his chair and walked over to you and got down on one knee.

Ashton’s P.O.V.

I pulled the ring box out of my coat pocket. I grabbed her hand and hoped she didn’t mind my sweaty palms.

“(Y/N), I am in love with you. I love everything about you, the way you dance around in the kitchen in my tshirts and sing at the top of your lungs even though you sing off key. The way you try so hard to cook even though you can’t but babe I’ll eat burnt dinners for the rest of my life if it means I get to grow old with you. I promise I will love and cherish you every day and be by your side for the good times and the bad. (Y/N) will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?” I can barely breathe as I watch her remove her hand from her mouth to speak.

“Yes! Ashton of course I will marry you!” She screams and I stand up to kiss her. People in the restaurant must have been watching because the room was full of applause.

I can’t believe she said yes, the nervous feeling I had in my stomach all day was now replaced by excitement as I kiss my fiancé again.