i am actually laughing right now

Jun grew up in a single-parent family as a child and began his career as a child actor shortly after his parents’ separation. Later on, he pretty much begged a man whom he got along very well with within his mother’s friend circle to be his father.

Using his character from a film for ideas on how to get the two together, Jun continuously tried to act as a matchmaker. Eventually, one day while carrying a tired out Jun on his back after a filming session, the man laughed and said, “Looks like it’s fate for Junhui to be my son.” and proposed to Jun’s mother.

After a couple months, Jun’s mother became pregnant with Yangyang. Jun was originally against the idea of having a younger sibling, fearing that his parents might not want him anymore. Just like that, young Jun became mentally stressed and genuinely troubled over the matter. But after working on set with the actor of his character’s little brother, Jun began to like the idea of having a younger sibling and became excited to have a younger brother.

Jun announced that he’d teach Yangyang how to act, and would tell Yangyang every interesting story that happened on set. His parents laughed and said that Yangyang couldn’t understand him, but Jun claimed, “Yangyang is smart! Don’t underestimate him just because he can’t speak right now, he actually understands everything!”

“Acting is not just expressing emotion in front of the camera, more importantly, the emotions must be real. Acting is just like living life…”

Midnight Talks Pt. One || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by space1boy

(not my gif)

Word Count: 743 words

Pairing: Spider-Man x reader

You turned to look at the alarm clock. 12:00 am. Thinking about how much school was going to suck tomorrow due to your terrible sleep schedule, you decided to turn off the lights and try to get some sleep. All that was going through your mind was Peter Parker. He is something else. His hair is so fluffy and his eyes are the color of chocolate. Peter and his dumb science jokes are only some of the reasons why you like him so much. He is just, amazing. (see what i did there)

Glancing at your phone one last time, a loud sudden banging at your window startled you. “What the hell…” You muttered under your breath as you started slowly walking towards the glass pane, scarred to death at who would be at your window at midnight.

You stood in front of the clear glass in shock at the red and blue suit. It was Spider-Man. THE fucking Spider-Man. And he did not look like he was having a good day.

You pushed open the window and grabbed the man’s very muscular arm to guide him into your bedroom. “Shit, shit, shit. Dude, are you okay?” You asked as the city’s hero was now on your floor, on his stomach, groaning in plain. “Yeah I’m, I’m okay.” He said trying to get up off the floor, getting onto his hands and knees before he fell back down.

“Do you need anything?” You asked, worried about the man, who sounded almost like a teenager. “Ummm, I-I just. Who are you? Where’s Ned?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Sorry buddy, there isn’t a Ned that lives here. But I’m Y/N and I think you might need an ice pack or something,” you answered. “and maybe an Advil.”

“Y-yes please. That would be awesome.” Spider-Man replied. You rushed to grab a frozen bag of some random food to use as a makeshift ice pack and a glass of water before heading towards your bathroom. You very quietly searched for the pill bottle to not disturb your family. After a few seconds or searching, you grabbed the Advil and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You silently shut the room’s door and turned around to see that the “man” was now leaning against your bed. You went and sat next to him as you handed him the frozen bag, and opened the pill bottle to give him the medicine. “Thanks.” He muttered as he but the bag of frozen food against his ribs before chucking the pills in his mouth and chugging the water.

“So, Spider-Dude,” you said while taking the glass away from his gloved hand and placing it on the floor, ”why did you umm, crawl through my window? Like out of all the windows in this big city?” You asked, looking at where you assumed his eyes would be.  "Well,” he sighed, “I thought this was someone else’s room. So imagine my surprise when I find a very beautiful girl standing above my crippled body.“ He chuckled at the entire situation. Boy, was it a mess.

…..Spider-Man thinks I’m pretty. THE Spider-Man thinks I’m pretty.

“Is this actually happening right now or am I just dreaming?” You asked yourself. This time, you both chuckled. “Well, as much as this hurts my ego, I did in fact groan in pain on your floor just a few minutes ago.” You laughed, he was such a funny guy.

“How old are you?” You questioned out of the blue. “What?” Spider-Man asked back, kind of surprised by your question. “I mean, you sound so young you know? Not to be rude but you don’t really sound like a man.”

“Wow, Y/N. That hurts.” He said dramatically, while putting his hand over his heart. “No, I’m just, younger than most superheroes.” He answered.

“And yet you still are one of the best heroes out there.” You told him with a kind smile.

Even though you couldn’t see it, he smiled under the mask. “That means a lot, actually. Thank you.” Spider-Man said. He was about to say something else when the two of you heard police sirens in the distance. He sighed, as he stood up, leaving the frozen bag on the floor. “That’s my cue. See you around Y/N.” He said as he ran towards the window.

“You too, Spider-Man.” You said back, just before he jumped out of the window and went back to saving the city.

Part Two   Part Three

I think I’m way funnier than I actually am

VIP Package - Drummer!Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Drummer!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,128

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Fingering, Spanking, Sneaking Around to Fuck

Notes: Drummer Dylan does things to me y’all. Send help. Special thanks to @writing-obrien because she was a sweet pea and proofread this for me while I am trying not to fall asleep. Because we all know not to let me proofread when I’m sleepy. 

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No Strings (IX)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,030

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by gotmeolk

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John and Sherlock both mutually agree to not have any Big Plans for Valentine’s Day. This is a relief for both of them- each case they’ve been on the for past week has been some Valentine-themed gimmick, and Sherlock thinks he’ll scream if he sees one more heart shaped box of chocolates. “The chocolates are poisoned. Jealous ex posing as a secret admirer. Really. Stop looking at me like that, if you dare give this a stupid title, I’ll-”

So, they go to bed with the promise that the most eventful thing happening the following day will be a massive takeaway, the extra portions the only hint that it’s a special occasion.

Except, when Sherlock wakes, John is not there. He stretches and rolls into John’s spot in bed- still warm. Can’t have wandered far then. He rolls back over to his side, and that’s when his head brushes against something on his pillow, a slight rustling sound. 

Sherlock frowns and sits up. Lying on his pillow is a small brown envelope, just the word Sherlock written on it with a ballpoint pen. Sherlock smiles at how the r and l loop together into a smudge, the ink not sympathetic to John being left-handed. 

He picks up the envelope and turns it over. And then, on the back, is written one last thing: S.W.A.L.K. It rings some sort of bell, and Sherlock thinks for a moment, before it comes to him:

Sealed

With 

Loving

Kiss

Sherlock’s stomach gives a pleasant little jolt, and while Sherlock does indeed know that John is very much a romantic, sometimes it still takes him by surprise. He breathes in and opens the envelope.

But, instead of a card, it’s a sheaf of papers, diligently folded over and over again so they could fit inside. Slowly, Sherlock unfolds them:

Dear Sherlock,

         Hello there. Thought you’d be a bit sick of the sight of cards after All That (sorry-can’t deny the public a pun in the blog title). So. I thought I’d try something different. 

I love you. And I’m going to tell you that, today, and tomorrow and every day to come. But here’s when I wanted to say it. Before.

God, I am actually really nervous about this. I hope it’s not- too much. Anyway. You’re sleeping like a log right now. Read this and then we can maybe get breakfast from the café?

Yours,

John.

Feeling a little light-headed, Sherlock turns the page over. And here, here are more words, a whole wonderful screed:

When I thought ‘I love you’ but didn’t say it (I’m sorry)

We’re laughing against the wall and it’s the best night of my life, and you smile with your eyes lighting up the whole world and tell me “Says the man at the door.”

When you opened that fortune cookie and it landed in your drink and I pretended not to notice.

When you thought no-one was watching and you helped that little girl who’d lost her parents during rush hour. (I was watching you from the window). 

When you didn’t run at the pool.

When you stole that ashtray.

The words blur on the page and Sherlock has to stop reading. He blinks and blinks and doesn’t mind if the occasional stray tear falls, not really. He knows, God how he knows John finds these sorts of things ‘difficult’ and the fact that he pushed past it all, and poured out… everything. It- it means- he can’t quite-

Sherlock’s fingers trace over John’s words, taking their time. “Me too,” Sherlock whispers. “I love you.”

He carefully sets the papers down, ready to find his John, ready to seal the start of the day with a very loving kiss of his own indeed.

a couple little things that pop up whenever i think about simon and jace and kissing:

  • mostly they kiss with their mouths closed because simon’s highkey nervous of accidentally hurting jace. simon’s characteristically considerate, careful, but it’s so easy to lose himself in jace that it happens, sometimes, and simon always moves away with a worried, “sorry, sorry! are you okay? oh God,” the second jace gasps from somewhere deep in his lungs. even though jace always tries to pull him back with, “no, fuck, get back here,” it takes an embarrassingly long time for simon to catch on to the fact that jace’s gasps are accompanied by his toes curling and his fingernails scratching at simon’s back and jace is into it, the thrill of running his tongue along the edges of simon’s fangs and getting to that trace of venom that always lingers.
  • simon kisses jace’s runes every chance he gets and asks, “and what does this one do?” jace maybe answered truthfully once, the very first time, but now he lies every time because it makes simon’s dimples deepen into a smile when jace says ridiculous things like, “this makes me fly,” and, “this one lets me read your mind.” simon laughs and says, “what am i thinking right now, then?” and jace, of course, quips an awful line like, “obviously how much you want me,” and simon presses his mouth to the rune (it’s actually the one for speed) and says, “nuh-uh, try again with something that isn’t always true.”
  • jace does get this overwhelming need to kiss simon when he’s rambling but it’s not to get him to be quiet - it’s because when simon’s going off about something his eyes are bright and his smile is wide and it hits jace one day that simon talks so much around him because he just wants jace to know what’s going through his mind and when affection overtakes your heart the way it does with jace when he hears simon talk so freely the only thing you can do is kiss them, to abate that pressure in your chest just a little. “are you trying to shut me up?” asks simon, and jace just kisses the frown on his face one more time. “as if i ever could,” he says, shaking his head, “what happened next?” 
Everdeen Vineyards

happy valentine’s day, just barely! here’s a little drabble that wouldn’t leave me, hope you enjoy <3


“Have you had a chance to look at the menu yet?” Katniss asked the back of the man’s head, her eyes already scanning the room to make note of the new patrons she still needed to greet. A steady flow of customers through the tasting room was keeping her busy–not that she was complaining. Not much, anyway.

The man turned around, and she snapped her gaze back to him, a polite smile fixing itself to her lips. “Not yet, I’m afraid.” He smiled, and her expression froze as she got a look at his face for the first time. “Hey, Katniss.”

It took an embarrassingly long moment for the synapses in her brain to fire, and her smile slipped. “Oh–Peeta?” Why she phrased it like a question, she didn’t know. Of course, it was Peeta. She’d recognize that face, with those blue eyes and that sweet smile, anywhere. She just hadn’t expected to see it here. “Oh my god–what–I mean, hi. Wow.”

He laughed slightly, and she felt herself blushing. She shook her head, forcing a laugh too. “I’m sorry. How are you?” she asked awkwardly. She wasn’t entirely sure of the protocol for greeting an old high school classmate who’d existed mainly on the periphery of her acquaintances. The last time she’d seen him was graduation 10 years ago.

“I’m good,” he said, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “I just wanted to check this place out. I, ah, saw your post about it on Facebook.” He looked sheepish when he said that, and she blinked. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that–the fact that he could, and did, apparently, read her posts on Facebook. She’d accepted his friend request years ago in college without much thought; they weren’t friends or anything, but she’d received numerous requests from people she barely knew from high school over the years, so it hadn’t seemed too strange. Some–actually, probably most requests–she’d declined. She hadn’t seen the harm in adding him, though. She didn’t know him well, but Peeta Mellark was nice. Funny. Popular. College wrestling champion two years in a row, or something like that–not that she was keeping tabs. He’d regularly show up in her feed over the years, even though they never interacted.

Since she barely used Facebook these days, it just didn’t occur to her he would ever see anything from her.

“Right, of course,” she said with a dazed laugh. “That was the point. Um, thanks for coming. That’s–that’s really nice of you.” She folded her arms over her chest, feeling uncomfortable and not sure what to do with her hands. They were trembling slightly.

Peeta pressed his lips into a small smile, his eyes darting around as he surveyed the room, the people milling around them. “This place looks incredible.”

She wondered if she was ever going to stop blushing at this point. “Thank you. I mean, most of the groundwork was already laid.” She took a deep breath, not wanting to launch into that story. If he’d seen her post, then he’d already learned of her efforts to revitalize her family’s old vineyard, which had been in disrepair since her father’s death more than a decade ago. “Let me get you a menu.”

He nodded while she grabbed a paper menu from a nearby table, holding it out for him. “We do glasses and bottles of the wines listed here, but we also offer a tasting where you can sample seven of our wines. If you haven’t been here before, I recommend that.” She stopped herself and laughed, shaking her head. “Which, of course you haven’t. This weekend is the grand reopening. I just mean–that’s probably what you want to do.”

His eyes flicked up to her from the menu, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll do that. Thank you.”

“Sure. Just find a seat outside if you’d like, and I’ll bring the wine to you,” she said with a vague gesture toward the patio, already turning away to scurry to the bar. She needed a moment to compose herself, inexplicably rattled.

It was just…Peeta. Mellark. Here. To see her. Or rather, to see her vineyard, but it was her vineyard. And he’d come because she’d made a post on Facebook proudly announcing the reopening of Everdeen Vineyards, after three years of planning and toiling and fermenting wines until they were just right.

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Tainted Love (part 3)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: swearin’

A/N: I bet you all look really beautiful today :)


Reality comes back to Hope and she screeches. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“What do I do?” you slap your palm on your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Is this a joke? Am I getting Punk’d?” she questioned and you scowl, although she couldn’t see your face through the phone.

“No you’re not fucking getting Punk’d, dumbass.” you grit, trying to keep your voice down so that Lance wouldn’t hear you.

You hear Hope scoff on the other end. “I can’t believe he’s actually your soulmate. How fucked up is that?”

“Laugh about it later. Right now I need to know what to do because at the moment Lance is in my kitchen.”

Her joking tone turned serious. “Why is that dickwad in your kitchen? Oh god Y/N did you guys fuck?”

“No! God Hope, I have self respect for myself, you do realize that, right?” your friend was being unbearable.

“That guy has some mad skills. One minute you can be talking about something as innocent as a kids birthday party and the next, you’re fucking. He’s smooth as hell.” she tells you and you sigh.

“Yeah, well I won’t make the same mistake that you did.”

“I was young and dumb Y/N. Stop holding my past against me.” Hope says in a casual tone.

“I don’t! This is probably the third time I’ve ever brought it up since meeting you! You’re the one who always brings it up!” you defend.

“Yeah, yeah. Listen, just go out there, look him in the eyes and say get out of my fucking house you sex addicted freak. He’ll be gone just like that.” you can practically see her shrugging.

“I’m not doing that Hope, I’m a nice person.”

Hope sighs loudly. “I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N.”

“There has to be a reason as to why he’s my soulmate, Hope. Maybe he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.” your voice lowered towards the end and you shut your eyes, knowing Hope would start yelling at you.

“I’ve experienced what it’s like to be with Lance head on! I know what kind of asshole he can be. He breaks hearts and doesn’t care, Y/N! He’ll do the same damn thing to you and I won’t allow my best friend to get hurt from some scum bag who doesn’t have feelings!” she shouts and at one point you have to take the phone away from your ear.

“Hope, there has to be a reason that above everyone else, he’s my soulmate! We’re destined to be together!” you argue

“That soulmate stuff is bullshit.”

“Say that in front of Ben.” you challenge and she goes silent. “ Exactly.”

“He’s an asshole.” she reminds you.

“You just say that because he fucked you over and he’s been cruel to you since you got all the attention despite only winning the bronze.” you roll your eyes.

“He’s mean to Ben!”

“Hope, you’re mean to Ben.”

“Yeah but I’m allowed to be mean to him.”

Another eye roll. It goes silent on both your eyes as you process everything that has happened in the last 20 minutes. Lance is your soulmate. You share every cut, every scar, every injury, every… Tattoo.

“Hope, I gotta go.”

“What? No, where-” you end the call and toss your phone onto your bed then storm out into the kitchen, startling Lance when was leaning against the counter, sipping his cup of water.

He stands up straight upon seeing you. “Hey, what ha-”

“You selfish asshole!” you shout, coming chest to chest with him. Lance is confused. “I can’t believe how inconsiderate you are! You knew damn well that you had a soulmate and you knew damn well that I’d feel every single thing you felt!”

“What are you talking about?” was he being serious?

“I’m talking about you getting that god awful gold medal tattoo!” you shout. “Do you not know how ugly that shit is?! I hate taking showers, I hate looking at myself in the mirror and I can’t fucking have sex with anyone because that stupid tattoo is so god damn embarrassing!”

Lance smirks. You didn’t expect that reaction. “Shit, you have it too? Lemme see..” he leans forward, reaching for your pants but you swat his hand away, glaring at the tall, dark haired man.

“Fuck you!”

“Oh baby,” he rests his weight on the counter again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You look at him with disgust plastered on your face before turning your back to him. “Get out of my apartment.”

Now when girls would tell Lance to get out of their house, he’d be out the door before she could even finish her sentence. But with you, it was different. He wanted to stay with you, he didn’t want to go. Just being in your presence comforted him no matter if you were angry with him or not.

“Y/N, wait, no, I didn’t mean-”

“I said get out, Lance.” you snap, turning back to look at him. “Maybe it’s a good idea if we just stay away from each other. You didn’t want anything to do with me before, there shouldn’t be a difference now.”

Lance thought back to all the times you’d try to contact him with a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ and he’d respond with a ‘fuck you’ or ‘leave me the hell alone’

“I’m sorry.” the cocky, asshole Lance from before was replaced with this Lance. He was genuinely sorry.

“Just leave please.” you sigh, not daring to look up from the floor.

Lance, defeated, let out a puff of air before complying to your wish. He looked at you once more before shutting the front door behind him.


A/N: Sorry it’s kind of short. Tell me what ya think :)

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[ENG] 170528 Woozi’s Twitter Interaction With Fans

Opening tweet: For the first time in a while, start.

Fan: Omg Jihoon-ah.
WZ: Omg why why.

Fan: Hello genius producer *laughs*
WZ: Who are you? 

Fan: I’ve never gotten a single reply *cries* It’s my goal for this year.
WZ: This year’s goal, attained!

Fan: Jihoon-ang, why has your aegyo improved recently??? So desirable.
WZ: Who?? Me ??  ?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!?!???!!

Fan: Ah, look at the way he talks *cries* Honestly, you know that you’re really cute right? There’s no way you wouldn’t know… *cries*
WZ: I don’t knoww..

cr: kass @ what17says
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"You look really tired." Marinino/Ninette? Please and thank you <3?

YAY!!!!! I love Ninette! This ship doesn’t get nearly enough love, either as friends or romantic


Marinette slumped down on the bench in the school courtyard and finally let her smile drop. 

“Five minutes,” she said to herself, “Five minutes and then you can make it the two blocks to your house.” Hopefully the bakery would be busy enough that she wouldn’t have to put on a show for her parents. Maybe if she was lucky she could grab a quick nap before popping a handful of caffeine pills. 

7 akumas in six days. 

It was too much. She was exhausted, stressed, and she didn’t even want to think about what sort of note was bound to get sent home to her parents before the end of the week. It would be miracle if she wasn’t grounded for the rest of eternity. She was pretty sure she had overhead them talking about the possibility of her being on drugs. 

She pressed her hands to her temples and tried to will herself not to cry. Maybe if would be better to just sneak back to the classroom and nap there. True she wouldn’t have any lunch but she could manage without for a day. 

“Hey,” a soft voice said beside her. She looked up to see Nino hesitantly sitting down next to her. 

“Hey,” she said back trying to throw a hastily manufactured smile on her face, “what’s up Nino?” 

“You look really tired,” he said without any preamble. 

Marinette let her smile drop. “I just haven’t been sleeping well,” she said scuffing the ground with her toe. 

“Yeah,” Nino said lightly, pulling off his hat and toying absently with the brim, “I can see that.” 

Marinette let out a relieved breath at his lack of probing. Alya would have started grilling her for answers for such a shallow fib. 

“Well that Lit project has been pretty stressful,” Nino said. 

“Yeah.” 

“Not to mention the whole saving the city from emotionally distraught possessed monsters. I would imagine that would cut into one’s regularly scheduled naptime.” 

Marinette jumped, “How did you- I mean! What? What are you talking about?” 

Nino gave her a bemused smile. “Wanna try that again, you were almost convincing.” 

“When did you figure it out?” she asked, too tired to try and hide it anymore. To tell the truth it was a relief to have someone else know her secret. 

“About a month ago,” he said with a shrug. “I figured it was best to just keep it a secret, but with everything happening lately I thought you might need a friend.” 

She gave him a grateful smile.  “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t glad you figured it out, but you know you could be in real danger.” 

“Eh, danger is my middle name,” he joked fixing his hat onto Marinette’s head. “Besides I’ve already been akumatized so I doubt Mr. Butterfly is going to be bothering with me anytime soon.” 

“At least not until Adrien’s next birthday,” Marinette teased. 

“Nah, it’s all good man,” Nino said grinning, “besides me and G-man are tight now don’t you know.” 

“G-man? Please tell me you actually called him that to his face.” 

“Are you kidding I’m not suicidal. But seriously I think we’ve established a real rapport. The last time I went to see Adrien he said- and I quote- Oh, you’re here as well.” 

Marinette laughed. “Wow, you’re right. Clearly you’re best friends now.” 

Nino stood up and held out his hand. “Come on, lets get you home and in bed. I am really good at convincing other people’s parents that they are sick.” 

“Really?” 

“Why do you think Adrien’s not here today? Poor dudes almost as wiped as you. Stupid photoshoots.” 

Marinette stood shakily to her feet, but before she could start walking Nino came over and scooped her onto his back in a piggyback carry. 

“Come on Maribug, let’s take you home.” 

Marinette closed her eyes and nodded, relaxing against his back with a smile. 

Haircut

Summary: Bucky finally cuts his hair after many decades but the only problem is that you don’t like it and end up throwing a funeral for his hair. 

Word Count: 1,225

A/N: This was supposed to be a short drabble but of course I made this a little longer than I anticipated it to be, but fuck it!

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Bittersweet Death

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Prompt
: ‘Are you drunk?’
Genre
: fluff
Word count
: 2225
Summary
: Simon comes home late one night and lays himself next to Baz in bed. He says things, but Baz is sure he’ll regret it the next day.


Baz

When I come back from hunting, Simon isn’t there, which is unusual. I wonder whether he’s followed me again, but I didn’t notice anything. (Also, he hasn’t followed me for a few months now. I was glad about the break, but I still don’t really get why.)

Sometimes, he makes me feel like I’m suffocating. Sometimes, I feel like I’m drowning in a pit of despair. (And it’s not just because I’m being dramatic – there are moments when it feels like I’m going to die of the pain, of the longing.)

But tonight, he’s not here. (I’m torn between missing him and relief. It’s torture being in love with your enemy.)

I lay down and stare at the empty bed beside me. The stars shine brightly tonight and I can hear the wind rustling against the window. I wonder what he’s up to at this time of the day. (Probably with Wellbelove.)

Suddenly I hear something crashing against the door and jolt. Is this him? (He’s clumsy, but not even he would make this much noise so late at night.)

It must be somebody who lives inside the Mummer’s house. I hear some metal clashing together (keys?) and somebody swearing. Maybe it is Simon after all?

Whoever it is, he gets the door open and stumbles in. I can only see his slumped shape, his head hanging low. What’s wrong with him?

He slams the door shut behind him and I wonder whether he’s angry. (At me? I wouldn’t know why, but that says nothing.)

For a moment, he just stand there in the middle of the room. He stares at the ground and I stare at him. Then he lifts his head and his gaze meets mine. The moonlight reflects in his eyes. He makes a step forward and his lips curl into a smile. (Mood swings?)

‘Baz,’ he whispers, and he sounds high. And then he giggles. (Crowley. Giggles.)

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Montgomery de la Cruz #1

Request: Can you do an imagine with Monty where the reader tutors him and one day they are at his house studying and she just pass out because she didn’t sleep because of all the tests that are coming up and Montgomery just lays her in his bed and when she wakes up the kiss please??

A/N: I really had fun writing this one. And I appreciate everyone of you. 700 follower is a lot. Thank you so much for showing me that what I do is good <3

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That Phichuuri head canon that they got platonically married
  • Yuuri: </b> PHICHIT WE'RE STILL FUCKING MARRIED! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MARRY VICTOR NOW!?
  • Phichit: *on phone laughing manically* hahahahaaha right you forgot about that... Where are you?
  • Yuuri: AT THE TOWN HALL TRYING TO FILL OUT OUR MARRIAGE REGISTER!
  • Phichit: *dying laughing* am I on speaker?
  • Yuuri: no?
  • Phichit: put me on speaker, Victor should be part of this conversation.
  • Yuuri: fine.
  • Phichit: VICTOR! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO MARRY MY HUSBAND! I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU WITH HIM! AND YOU! YUURI!!!! GOING BEHIND MY BACK!
  • Victor: OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS ARE ACTUALLY MARRIED!?
  • Yuuri: PHICHIT! WHAT THE HELL!?
  • Phichit: Yuuri! I though you loved me *fake sobbing* WHAT AM I GOING TO TELL THE KIDS!? PAPA DOESN'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!? HE'S RUNNING OFF WITH SOME RUSSIAN ICE SKATER!?
  • Victor: YOU GUYS HAVE KIDS!?
  • Yuuri: Phichit! Seriously what the fuck!?
  • Phichit: oh Yuuri, were our vows just words to you!? Did I mean nothing!? I gave you two years of my life! We had a family together!
  • Yuuri: PHICHIT!
  • Victor: *lowkey dying of hysterics*
  • Phichit: just kidding... I mailed out the divorce papers months ago... When we got back from China actually
Unexpected coachsurfing

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 
Word Count: 2.5k+
Warning: Language, fluff, smut 

Summary: You travel to New York but you screw your airbnb booking, so you have two choices. The first one is spending the whole night on the streets alone. The second one is accepting the kind, utterly handsome stranger’s offer and stay at his place…

A/N: Hey Guys! It is my very first story in English, I hope you will enjoy it! Any comments are highly appreciated! Thanks for reading it!
Huge thanks to @littlemissavenger and @painfullythickimagines for helping me with this story!

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

I was standing in front of the door with a shocked expression on my face, amazed at how I’d screwed this up. How I’d managed to mix up the dates? I looked down to my phone, to check my AirBnb account once again. My booking was there… Only the date was wrong; It started from tomorrow. I covered my face with my palms and walked out to the street. Alright, so I’m here, in New York at 6:30pm and I need to find a place to sleep very quick! I was lucky I found some wifi, so I could check couch surfing websites for something cheap.

It was an hour ago that I sat down on the bench in front of the McDonald’s but except for my growing hunger nothing has changed.

‘I just give up!’ I sighed and covered my face in my palms. ‘I’m gonna sleep under a bridge.’ I jumped up from the bench pulling my backpack with me to find a suitable bridge to sleep under. I was scared… I was really scared and angry at myself. I was all alone in city I have never been to before, with only a backpack and a dying battery. 34%… Awesome. I slip it into my pocket and thread my fingers into my hair.

‘Are you lost? Do you need help?’ A stranger is standing next to me, looking down at me curiously.

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Drarry flower shop au

When Harry first moved into the peaceful town from somewhere in the North of England, he did it for the safe and soothing feeling he had whenever he went out for a walk and for the lack of noise and stress he always witnessed in London. But now, the restlessness found him even here, at the end of his small world. 

And everything started on that Monday morning. 

After a whole week of planning his flit, Harry was relieved to finally move into his new home on the afternoon of the last Sunday, but since he was too tired to even move a muscle, he settled on the couch for the rest of the evening and watched the telly until he fell asleep with the thought that on Monday he will walk around the neighborhood and possibly talk with his friends. 

What he didn’t expect to find, was a flower shop with white walls and a tiled floor. 

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It Takes Two (2) - Negan Imagine

Chapter Summary: During an unexpected visit, you finally reveal your feelings to Negan - gaining an unexpected response from him. 

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it. 

Word Count: 2.3k 

Fandom: The Walking Dead 

Warnings & A/N: okay wow, everyone loves this story. THANKFULLY I love it too, aka i’ll actually update this story a lot like the responsible fic writer that i am not | *spoilers* (i think) mention of Negan’s backstory 

Theme: angst

Playlist | Tags: (if you want off or on the tag list let me know!) @negan–is–god @deepsouth

Chapters:

One, Three, Four, Five, Six


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Originally posted by diver5ion


A few days had passed since you had last seen Negan. Since then, you couldn’t seem to keep him off of your mind. You were stuck in a loop of pondering just who he was. You kept thinking it’d only be for the best - no matter Riley’s new obsession with Lucille - to keep her away from Negan.

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Something To Talk About

Spencer Reid x Reader

“Aqua…. I need aqua!” You’d been dancing with your two best friends for the past thirty minutes and you desperately needed a drink. “You guys want anything?”

“Nah Y/N, we’re good.”

You weaved your way through the crowds to the bar seeing a familiar face at a table not too far away. Spencer Reid, accompanied by some friends.

Spencer often came into the book store you worked at, and after the first few transactions you’d started making conversation with him, you both bonding over your love of books.

You looked forward to his visits, he was one of the few guys that didn’t try to hit on you constantly, although he was also one of the few that you wouldn’t mind if he did.

Not wanting to interrupt, you caught Spencers eye, giving him a quick smile. Both him and the dark skinned male sat next to him smiled back, the other man nudging Spencer.

“Hey hey…. Guess someone’s seen something they like,” Derek nudged Spencer, eyeing up the cute girl who had just flashed him a grin.
“I am so gonna get myself some of that.”

“Who? The girl at bar?” Spencer knew she wasn’t smiling at Morgan, for once someone was smiling at him. He knew her outside of work, she worked at a little book store only a few streets away from his apartment. She was nice.

Once he’d actually plucked up the courage to start talking to her he’d discovered they shared a lot of similar interests. He’d spotted her dancing earlier with her friends but didn’t want to interrupt. Plus, he knew if the rest of the team saw him talking to a pretty girl he’d never hear the end of it.

Spencer watched as Morgan slid off his bar stool heading over to Y/N, the rest of the team’s eyes watching him to see if she’d be another notch added to his bed post.

He returned a few minutes later, “Chic says she’s got a boyfriend. Lucky guy, hitting that.”

Spencer laughed out loud. Y/N didn’t have a boyfriend. It was only yesterday he’d been talking to her when he’d gone to collect some books he had on order. He’d asked her what plans she had that weekend, and Y/N had responded that aside from seeing her friends tonight, her only other date was with Oliver.

“Oliver, your boyfriend?“ he’d tried to ask casually.

“Oh god no, he’s my cat. I’m single,” she’d chuckled.

Morgan had just been shot down, and that did not happen very often at all.

“What?” Morgan turned to Spencer.

“Nothing, just sounds like you’ve been fed a line,” Spencer smirked.

“Seriously kid? Pretty girl like that, of course she’s taken.”

Reid scoffed, glancing over at the bar where Y/N was in conversation with one of the female bartenders. They both glanced over at Derek and laughed. She looked again catching Spencer’s eye once more and raising her eyebrows at him and grinning.

“I definitely think you’ve just been shot down,” Spencer had an idea. One that he hoped would work, otherwise he’d end up looking foolish. Still if it did work the look on Morgan face would be priceless.

“You think you can do better Pretty Boy?”

“Actually yeah I do.”

The rest of the team looked on in disbelief as their resident genius downed his drink and hopped off his stool, pushing through the crowds.

Their jaws dropped even further when a few minutes later, the girl leaned upwards giving Spencer a quick peck on the lips before taking his hand and leading him through the crowds and out of the doors, Spencer glancing back giving Morgan a huge smirk as he did.

“What the actual f…..?” Morgan couldn’t believe it.

“Well looks like Reid’s actually getting some tonight. Don’t worry my chocolate thunder, I still love you.”

The rest of the team fell about laughing as Penelope tried to reassure him.

You saw Spencer making his way towards you as the guy he was with returned back to his seat.

You felt bad for telling him you had a boyfriend, but he really wasn’t your type. And you’d found that lying about having a partner was just easier than trying to think of some witty come back.

“Hey you,” you smiled at him when he was close enough to talk to.

“Hey Y/N.” He grinned back.

“Gotta be honest, wasn’t expecting to see you here Dr Reid.”

He shrugged, “I get dragged along with them sometimes. It’s alright.”

“So, take it he’s one of your teammates?” You nodded over to the table where Spencer had come from, the rest of the people there staring at you both with open mouths.

Spencer nodded at you, “Can I ask you a favour Y/N. You don’t have to….”

“Is it anything to do with the rest of your table who are looking over here like they’ve seen Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe?”

“Yep, Morgan said you’d told him you had a boyfriend and I may have laughed.”

“Cos you knew it was a lie.” You remembered your conversation from the previous day, pleased he’d remembered something you’d told him.

He nodded, “Morgan asked if I thought I could do better. Would you mind just walking out of here with me? If doesn’t have to be for long, just so I can see the look on Morgan’s face.”

“Providing you help me find a cab then I’m game.”

You were ready to go anyway, your feet hurting from the heels you were wearing. You pulled your cell out, texting the girls that you were leaving.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, come on. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

You stood up, giving him a light kiss on his lips, barely touching him before grabbing his hand and leading him through the crowds.

Exiting the bar, you waited until you were a few doors down before you stopped walking, turning to Spencer and seeing the biggest grin on his face.

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“Yes oh my god, the look on his face was brilliant.” He laughed, his eyes crinkling and his face lighting up, “Thank you so much.”

“Happy to help. So now they all think you’re getting some right?”

Spencer nodded, “Yep and the fact that you shot Morgan down before me makes this a million times better. You’re awesome for playing along.”

“I know I am. Listen, I don’t actually live that far. Would you mind walking me? There’s a late night cafe open a few doors down from me. We could maybe get a coffee? Or you could come back to mine for a beer?” You took a chance, wondering if it would pay off.

Spencer looked surprised at your offer, before clearing his throat. “Erm sure. That sounds great.”

“Great.”

You started walking showing him the way, him offering his arm out like the perfect gentleman you knew he would be.

Slipping your arm through his you asked, “So the cafe or my place?”

“Whichever. Either is good with me?” He still sounded unsure.

“My place it is then.”

Maybe he was going to get some after all.

Battle of the Dates

Request: oooh! hello, can I request a reader x eth on a double date with amy and mark?? (psst if you want split it into a couple parts where they do something different each time because I support the idea of lots of double dates) thanks love xx // hello again, I requested the double date with amy and mark, just wanted to add that it would be a fem!reader :) thanks, sorry for not telling you before xx

Summary: Fem!Reader goes on a double date with Amyplier. It’s a fun time I guess.

A/N: You guys I made a gif for you people. Be proud of me, I’m crossing mediums! Jk I just went to a website and typed in a URL I’m not special haha. But forreal, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, WHY ARE THERE ALMOST NO TEAMIPLIER GIFS IN THE GIF SEARCH THING it’s annoying af and results in me having to make crappy gifs on the internet. Anyway, this fic is open to multiple parts! If you have an idea for a part 2 to this, send it in! There is a text conversation in this fic! ‘-’ is the reader, ‘=‘ is Amy. Hope you all enjoy!

Wordcount: 1000, it was so short originally I literally had to add in an entire extra scene to not give you a shitty 500 word fic lol

Request some more guys! I’ll get to them in the next batch of fics!

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