i want another movie with these two *sigh*

The Cat

Title: The Cat

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader

Word Count: 1937

Summary: Chica’s acting funny, and when strange things happen, even stranger assumptions are made

Authors Note: This story is told as the reader is female. As alwats, for my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

Ethan Nestor was not a cat person. Sure, he thought they were cute, thought they were soft. Yet, if there was any other type of dog in the room, he would immediately make a b-line for it. He loved Chica to bits, hugging her and petting her as much as possible. In a way, it was his way of remembering his dogs back home. He missed his two best friends, Max and Dexter, more than anything in the world. His love of dogs was something everyone knew. Many times, the team would lose track of Ethan just to find him curled up on the floor cuddling the golden retriever, or even taking her for random walks if she needed it. It was a precious relationship they had. 

Until one day, when Ethan walked through the door, Chica immediately ran up barking loudly. Ethan jumped, surprised by her sudden attack. Never had Chica ever been so hostile with him, so aggressive. A large blush covered his cheeks, embarrassment dusking face and neck. 

 "Chica! China, no! No barking!“ Mark approached Chica, forcefully pulling his dog away from the red faced editor. Amy was quick to rush over, pulling Ethan in the other direction. 

 "Ethan? You okay?” The boy only nodded, quickly brushing himself off as if trying to get rid of something. 

“What happened?” She asked as Mark approached them. 

 "I don’t know. I’ve never seen her act like that before.“ As if coming to a realization, Mark slowly looked to Ethan out of the corner of his eye, who was still rapidly sweeping his hands over his clothes. "The last time she did that, was when Katherine brought her cat home for the first time." Ethan completely froze, a small grimace twitching his lip upwards. "Chica doesn’t take to nicely to cats .” Amy quickly turned to Ethan, her eyes wide. Ethan? With a cat? 

“Ah! See, no. Not what you’re thinking. I was just, uh. When I was walking from my car, a cat came up next to me. I pet it for only like a second. Ha. Wow, Chica has a really strong nose. What a smart dog!” And that was that. 

Ethan immediately threw himself into editing, only talking when absolutely necessary. He fumbled over things, dropped his headphones more than once, and even walked right into a chair. Everyone was concerned. Was he okay? Never had they seen the blue boy act so strange, and that was saying something. Ethan was the first person out the door that day. Granted, he was one of the first to be there, but rarely had anyone seen Ethan leave that fast. He had finished all his work, so why did Mark find his actions suspicious. 

The next day, Ethan was back. He walked in with his usual swagger, greeting Chica with a smile and a pat before plopping down at his desk. He waved hello to his friends, cracked jokes, and even was willing to film a video with Mark and Tyler. Mark couldn’t help exchanging looks with Amy, confusion pushing his eyebrows together. Had yesterday just been an off day? Did he completely imagine it? Despite Ethan acting like his usual self today, Mark couldn’t help the nagging feeling that lingered. 

His confusion only raised as weeks past and Ethan’s behavior only began to get stranger. Somedays, the blue boy would come in with a large smile, happily bouncing all around, nothing fazing him. Others, he would come deflated, like he was upset but no one could figure out why. Well, not everyone. Ethan and Katherine only seemed to get closer as Ethan’s behavior became more sporadic. They would sometimes be found in the small kitchen, whispering quietly to each other, but as soon as anyone entered, they would break apart and continue whatever they were doing silently. Other times, they would leave together, claiming they were carpooling, despite the fact that they lived in complete opposite directions, and brought their cars that day. The rest of the team couldn’t help but get more and more suspicious. It was Pam who suggested maybe they had started dating, but wanted to keep it a secret incase it didn’t work out. Based on what they had seen so far, no one had disagreed, and a pact was made. They would give Katheryn and Ethan as much space as they wished, and no questioning them. They would tell the group when they were ready. 

 Nearly a year had passed, and now Mark was getting angry. If Ethan and Katheryn were actually dating, they would have told them already, surely! He started huffing, pacing back and forth. Amy sat across from him, lounging on his couch. 

 "I just don’t understand. Do they not trust me?“ Mark started pacing faster, rubbing his hand through his hair. Amy sighed lightly. Mark did have a point. Amy thought that Katheryn was her friend, her best friend. They always told each other everything, even the gross stuff that should have been kept to themselves. 

 "I don’t know, Mark. But I trust Katheryn. If she hasn’t told me yet, there has to be a reason. Maybe they want to be super sure before they tell us. It is a big deal after all. Mark sighed, pacing back and forth for a few more seconds before giving up. He plopped himself beside his girlfriend, laying his head in her lap. Sighing one more time, he crossed his arms. 

 "But I wanna knoooooow.” The childish response pulled a laugh out of the blonde woman. Leaning down for a quick kiss, Amy pressed play on the movie they had had queued up a few minutes ago, relaxing into their Sunday night plans. 

 Another month or two passed, the group now settling the idea that Katheryn and Ethan were dating. Now, it was a waiting game. When were they going to tell them? And just like that, the bets began. Tyler had guessed within the next two months. Pam had said within four weeks. Amy had said in the next two. And Mark, ever the optimist, said by the end of the week. 

However, as the week passed, as Friday quickly approached. On the day in question, everyone had gathered in the editing room, passing glances to each other. The only people missing - Katheryn and Ethan. Mark was getting more and more excited. Today was the day. It had to be the day. Mark’s excitement only grew as Kathryn quickly rushed into the room, a bright smile on her face. 

“Guys! Ethan really wants to see you at the front door.” Her smile pushed her cheeks into her eyes, but it didn’t seem to die down, even though it was starting to look painful. She quickly waved her hand, beckoning them to follow her. And they all did, almost too excited. Despite her confusion to their eagerness, she pushed them forward, crowding them into the small entrance way of the office. Ethan was already there, nervously bouncing on his toes. He smiled sheepishly as they finally arrived. 

 "Hey guys.“ He scratched the back of his head, looking to the ground. "Listen. I know I haven’t been the most discrete the last few months, but I have a really good reason." 

 "Ethan. We already know.” It was Tyler who had spoken. Mark was quick to retaliate, shoving his elbow into the taller man. 

 "What? No, no we don’t. Continue, Ethan. You were saying?“ 

 "Wait.” It was Katheryn now who stepped forward. “You know? For how long?” Amy looked at her guiltily. 

“A year." 

 "A year?!?” Ethan shouted in surprise. His stomach twisted into knots. A year. They had known for a year. He could have avoided all of this sneaking around, all the secrecy, for a year. He felt deflated now, but almost relieved. 

“I’m so sorry Ethan!” Amy spoke again, stepping forward. “We really wanted to ask about it, but we wanted you to do it on your own terms.” The genuine smile that crossed his features made the rest of the room smile just as easily. 

 "You guys are the best. Well, not the best. Could have saved all this secrecy and panic, but I’m glad you all know now.“ Ethan smiled again, now more excited than nervous. "I’ve been waiting all year to tell you. I really wanted to do it sooner, but I knew I wanted to be absolutely sure before I introduced you to her.” This caused the room to gain an air of confusion. Meet? But they all knew Katheryn already…unless… 

 "Wait! You’re not dating Katheryn?!?“ Pam practically shouted this, pointing accusingly between the two parties. In an instant, both Ethan and Katheryn had looked at each other for a second before shouting loudly in disgust. 

 "What? No way in hell!" 

 "I mean, no offence to Katheryn, but no way!” Before anyone could get any louder, a single hesitant tap on the door caused the room to fall silent. The disgust that once covered Ethan’s face was replaced with excitement. He wasted no time throwing open the door, a new comer standing just at the threshold. In a very three stooges fashion, the team had all lined themselves up to get a glimpse of this person, the person who was in fact dating Ethan and wasn’t Kathryn. Ethan swopped down with no doubt in his mind, claiming her lips in a sweet kiss. She smiled brightly, returning it quickly before being allowed to step through the door. She smiled at the group, scanning her eyes over one before giving her brightest to the one familiar face in the room. 

 "Hello! It’s very nice to finally meet you all. I’m (Y/N).“ 

 Extra

 The group was now walking down the street, heading to their favorite lunch spot. (Y/N) followed in tow, her hand clasped tightly in Ethan’s. They were lagging far behind the others, trapped in their own world, occasionally stopping to admire the view, or share another quick kiss. "I just don’t understand.” Amy said, turning her head to look at the shorter brunette. “How do you know (Y/N)? And what was with all the secrecy?” “Oh!” Katheryn almost looked guilty, looking to the floor before meeting her friends eyes. “Remember when we went to see that movie? The really cheesy one with the dead girl?” Amy nodded in recognition. “Well, when I was headed to the bathroom half way through the movie, I spotted Ethan at the ticket booth, hand in hand with that girl. And he saw me too. He quickly panicked, and made me promise not to tell anyone. They both wanted to go slow, didn’t want to be pressured by their friends.” “But that still doesn’t explain why Chica’s was acting weird around him.” Mark said ahead of them, turning to walk backwards to join the conversation. Kathryn laughed lightly. “That’s the day I caught them. That night, Ethan slept over at her house. She has the most adorable cat in the world. Oh my god, you guys need to meet her. She’s so sweet.” And thats how the cast and crew of Markiplier ended up at your house, Chica and your precious cat alternating sitting people’s laps, laughing and getting to know you. You were so lucky your boyfriends friends were so kind. You shared a smile with Ethan, leaning over to give him a sweet kiss. Yep, you were definitely very lucky.

The Worst Kind of Crush - Dally Winston Imagine

A/N: Enjoy! I have two more writing posts to do this week and I’m pretty excited about both of them :) Anyone can always feel free to send in an imagine, preference or headcanon request! I don’t do smut or Character x Character writing for anyone wondering

Word Count: 658

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dally Winston x Reader

Since befriending Steve Randle last year, I’ve adored Dally Winston. His blond hair, cold blue eyes and tough personality for some reason drew me in almost immediately. I’ve been warned about him, but I just can’t help that I’m into him. Just being around him makes me blush and freeze up.

Today is no exception. We’re all at the Curtis house and I’m reading while the boys throw around a football. It’s not that I can’t play or that I don’t like it, but when I play at the same time as Dally, I tend to make a fool out of myself. So, I sit and watch the boys run around with their shirts hanging out of their jeans pockets. It’s killing me to watch Dallas; for someone who smokes and drinks almost religiously, he’s in good shape. I wonder for a moment if he works out when he’s in jail.

“Y/N! Doll? Pass us back the ball?” I blink and snap out of my thoughts the moment I realize that Dally is saying my name.

“What?” My cheeks flush and I curse myself silently for not paying attention.  

“You were staring. Are you okay?”

Steve takes a moment to stop flexing for a girl who was passing by to holler, “She was checking you out!”

“I’m fine,” I answer Dal, shooting a nasty glare in Steve’s direction.

Dally smirks a little and sits down beside me. “Is Stevie-Boy right?”

“Well… I mean…” In an attempt to find the right ting to say, the word “yes” somehow makes its way out of my stupid mouth.

“You’re into me, huh?”

I swear to God, I’ve never wanted to crawl into a hole so badly. “Just because I looked doesn’t mean I’m into ya.” I’m desperately trying to explain myself and that stupid blonde’s smirk just keeps growing.

“You’re blushing an awful lot, doll.”

I could slap him. Or kiss him. Or both. “I hate you,” I sigh.

“Nah. I think you want me, or at least like me.”

“Give me one good reason that would make you think that. Me blushing doesn’t count.”

Dally licks his lips, which are chapped from sun exposure, and scoots closer to me. “Your pupils are dilated even though we’re in the sun, and I think that’s a sign of attraction.” He grabs my wrist and finds my pulse quickly. “Quick heart rate and I know you said not to mention it, you’re blushing. Also, your excuses are really dumb. I know girls, doll. Pretty well.”

Pulling my wrist away from his warm hand, I sigh. “Fine, okay. I like you.”

“Why do you sound so upset about liking me?”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I squint at him. He has to know.

“Please, enlighten me.”

“You’re the worst person for me to like! You don’t like me back, and even if you did, you’d only want me for one night.” Looking down at the concrete sidewalk, I grow more and more frustrated with myself for even looking his way.

“Y/N, what makes you think I don’t like ya?”

“I don’t know. I’m just not like the girls you usually go out with.”

“That ain’t a bad thing. I mean, I’m not really itchin’ to date another Sylvia, and let’s face it, she’s the only kinda girl I’ve ever really dated. Maybe I want something new.” Sighing, he puts his hand on my knee. “How about you give me a chance. I’ll take ya out to a movie or somethin’.”

I nod and lift my eyes to meet his. “I’d like that.”

“I hope it goes well.” Dally smiles a small, but real, smile. “I’d like for you to be my girl.”

The Other Monday Couple (Luhan)

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

Type: Fluff

Request: Can I request a Luhan scenario (I miss him so much.) where in you’re a new member in Running Man China and he always teams up with you so you two can protect each other and win please ? Thank you.

~p.s I really don’t know too much about the Chinese version of the show~


You had known Luhan since you were in Korea. As an original member of the South Korean hit Running Man many people were shocked to hear you were departing the show after roughly 7 years. You cried as you had been with them since you were about 17 and they became like older siblings to you and treated you like a baby because you were only 24. You love being on the show and meeting idols and working with the cast but like many things it was no longer your calling to be on Korea’s Running Man. Fir some reason you had actually became a rather popular guest on the Chinese version of Running Man. You were told your humor and charming looks and personality won the people over. Your former cast were accepting of the fact you needed a changing of scenery and you promised to come back every now and again for them as a special guest. They even joked before you left you were leaving them for Luhan.

Since you joined the show a joke had become that you and Luhan were more than just teammates. Neither you or Luhan accepted or denied the rumors of an actual relationship between the two of you because even in Korea there were rumors about you guys. You had proclaimed when the OT12 were on the orginal Running Man, you were going to get Lu, but you meant it as his nametag but it sounded as if you were hunting down the love of your life. After you two had ripped one another’s names off at the same time and the show decided to have both of you out. Since then you two had been close. And from that moment on you were teased for your love of Luhan. So to you, you always compared yourself to the once Monday Couple of the original series. But there was a difference because there really was a real affection between you and Han that they didn’t have.

~

As soon as you guys started Luhan grabbed your arm and didn’t even need to ask to work together. “So if we’re the last two left this time. And we have to eliminate one another who gets out this time?” he asked as you sigh. “Are you going to buy me dinner?” you ask him “you always want food” he says “damn right I do” you tell him “you should know food is my only reason to live” “my love should be as well” he jokes as you roll your eyes hitting him lightly. “Let me win I’ll take you on a wonderful date” he offered. “I want a movie and a massage” “I can do that too” he told you as you shook on it.

~

Luhan smiled as he ripped the final name tag looking at you. After nearly two hours of runnign around you guys were finally finished, well almost. Luhan still had to get your tag to win. You managed to rip one off but Luhan had gotten the rest. He went to give you a hug in victory but you surprised him with a light kiss on the lips, you could hear the dorky music already and the fake bright blush they would put on his face after ‘his other half’ gave him a kiss. He stood there for a moment before he felt a rip as you tugged his nametag off. You jumped up and down in victory as Luhan was still in shock. “I actually won one” you say happily holding up his tag in victory before winking at the camera giving it your normal charms. “Did you actually kiss him?” Zulan asked in shock at the random affection he saw from a distance. Everyone started yelling as you just laughed “did I Lu?” you asked “that’s for me to know and no one to find out” he says as he tried to be cool about what you did.

Once you were done filming Luhan had grabbed your arm “you kissed me on TV” he stated. “Yeah” you tell him. “I didn’t think you would want to be public like that” he states. He looked around as he pulled you into a more private area, he quickly smiled leaning in and placing a solid kiss onto your lips. “There’s gonna be so much posted about us now” he laughed. “You mean more than the article of us entering and leaving a hotel together?” you ask as you guys start heading out of the building happily. “We should go public” he states “yeah?” “I want to hold your hand in public and not when we’re running away” he states as you simply reach over and grab ahold of his hand.

~

Your relationship with Luhan had gone public and your cast members were glad to have a true answer about how you two were. “That’s why they work together. So they don’t feel guilty” Chenhe teased “I never feel guilty for beating Luhan in things” you tell him. “I want to win and my affections hold no merit” you continue to babble. “And that’s why you’re on separate teams” Angelbaby exclaimed as she grabbed your shoulders, you knew the teasing was just beginning.

Rogue One Sleepover Headcanons

-They all have matching Jammie’s Cassian got for them

-he is a good dad

-They decide it’d be fun not to sleep and instead to just watch movies

-Bodhi is a horror movie fanatic and is on the edge of his sleeping bag

-we find out Jyn hates horror movies
“Awwww are you scared??”
NO"

-Chirrut and Baze build another fort from pillows that says “force protectors only” on the front (Baze does all the building)

-“Let me in!!”
“Are you one with the force?”
“Sigh… no.”
“Access denied”

-Cassian has a sleepover agenda that keeps being ruined by Jyn and K-2SO

-All the two of them want to do is play pranks
*replaces Cassians toothpaste with wasabi*

-Baze falls asleep first and the two of them draw on him

-Chirrut: HEY!!

Can I help?

-They got an arsenal of Junk food and Bodhi and Cassian eat all of it

-They go on a huge sugar high where Bodhi can’t be quiet and Cassian can’t be still

-Everyone else is so uncomfortable Jyn just sits braiding Bazes hair while chirrut paints her toenails

-They crash on top of each other and snuggle through the night

-K-2so takes a blackmail picture

-oh the gossip

-k-2so is the nightlight
……………..,……………………………………..

Thank you all so much for dealing with how in and out we are. All requests will be filled do not worry I will get to them so send in more y'all!! I love you

Hugs (JeffMads)

Prompt: “All I want is a hug”

Length: 403 words

Warnings: None

Note: please review <3


To say Thomas Jefferson got annoyed by Hamilton was an understatement, one James was frequently reminded off. Almost every other day, Thomas stormed into their shared home, hair wild, visibly fuming. He glared at every passing object as he entered, swearing and cursing his way to the bedroom.

James, who had previously been reading a magazine on the sofa, sighed and put it aside. He heard loud cursing, angry shouts and then the noise of someone throwing a pillow as hard as possible against a wall.

James stood, turning the kettle on and making an assortment of French biscuits he knew they kept in the cupboard. He decided the best way to cheer Thomas up was to calm his down first. James knew from experience that French biscuits, movies and tea was the hidden secret to winning Thomas’ heart.

Thomas would never admit it, though, no matter how hard you tried to extract such information from him.

Putting the tea, biscuits and abandoned magazine on a tray, James made his way towards the bedroom, rapping lightly on the door with an unsteady hand before entering. Thomas lay face down on the bed, grunting in acknowledgement of James.

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Three

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Pairing: Negan x twin daughters
Word count: 840
Warnings: Swearing

 Part 1


“I’m Y/N.” You said quietly. “Do I call you daddy?” With that one question, his face paled, feeling like he’d been punched in the gut. Life was about to get a whole lot harder.

A squealing was heard as Negan’s fling for the night came rushing down the stairs. “She is gorgeous. What’s ya name, sweetie?” She crouched in front of you, wearing nothing more than her underwear and the shirt that Negan had been wearing.

Your Y/E/C eyes went from her, to Negan, and back. “Y/N.” You told her quietly. “Are you gonna be my mommy?” Your head tilted to the side.

She blushed. “Uh, ya hungry? How about I go make ya girls somethin’ to eat?” Without waiting for you to answer, she got up and scurried to find the kitchen.

The bathroom door open and Claudia stepped out, smoothing her dress. “Thank you, mister.” She told him.

Negan groaned, running his hand down his face. “You guys like tv, right?” What kid didn’t? It was like the one thing they all had in common.

“Mommy didn’t let us.” Claudia told him.

“Well, I ain’t your ‘mommy’, follow me.” He snapped, turning towards his living room, and motioning for them to follow. Negan could hear their little feet behind him, and it was the most disturbing sound for him to hear in his home. You looked around the room as he made his way in. “Park it.” He pointed to the couch. You and Claudia took off your bags and dropped them wherever before climbing up. Once it was on some cartoons, he turned to look at the pair of you. “I’m going to look over these papers in my office. Do. Not. Move.” His face was stern.

“Yes, mister.” You said at the same time, giving him the creeps.

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Your Boys

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Words: 577

Prompt: Movie Night

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When you’re in a relationship with four other people, schedules are a hard thing to manage. Everyone is so busy with work, school, and clubs.

Tonight was the first time in the last three months that you were able to spend time with your boys, Alex, John, Lafayette, and Hercules.

Nobody was in the mood to go out for the next few days, so everyone was just crashing at home, being with each other. It was wonderful.

You had decided on a movie night so everyone choose their favorite movies. Popcorn was made, pajamas were on, drinks were passed around, and everyone was piled on top of each other, wanting to be close after months of near separation.

You were sitting on Lafayette’s lap, your legs on Hercules. Alex was sitting on John’s lap while John held your hand. Lafayette rested his head on Hercules’ shoulder and stroked your hair absentmindedly.

Small talk was made throughout the group, everyone abandoning the movies in favor of each other’s company.

“And that is how I ended up going to the emergency room without telling any of you about it,” Hercules finished his story up, looking at you all nervously.

He had just finished telling you the story about how he was working really hard on a dress two weeks ago. It ended up that he needed to get it done sooner than he had anticipated, so he was working over time. He then accidentally scratched himself his a needle and almost bleed out before going to the hospital. He also didn’t see the need to tell any of you this.

“Mon amour are you alright? Why didn’t you tell anyone about this? We could have helped you!” Lafayette cried, reaching out to him.

You, Alex, and John were all sitting there in shock.

Hercules chuckled nervously.

“Sorry I didn’t really think anything about it at the time. I’m sorry to worry you guys.”

“You’re okay though right?” Alex asked. He nodded and you all breathed a sigh of relief.

You took his hand and gave it a kiss before he pulled you into his lap and gave you a small kiss on the lips.

The rest of the boys whiend.

“We want kisses too!” They all cried reaching out. The two of you laughed and kisses were passed all around.

You climbed out to make another bowl of popcorn as they started a new movie.

Popping the popcorn you thought about how lucky you were to have all of them. They were wonderful.

Hercules, your big teddy bear, Lafayette, your romantic, Alex, your courage, and John, your protector. They would never hurt you.

You tilted your head down and closed your eyes, smiling. You stood there waiting for the popcorn to pop, not hearing footsteps behind you.

Arms wrapped around your waist, specifically Alex’s arms. He gave you a kiss on your cheek, swaying you back and forth.

“My love hurry up. We are all impatient for your beauty to come back to us. We want to gaze upon your light.”

You giggled and turned around in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I will be right there love. I promise,” you told him giggling.

He nodded and smiled, then turned back to where the rest of your boys were waiting.

“Y/N hurry up! We want to start!” John yelled, before you heard a thud and a groan from him.

Yep, they were your boys.

They’re Not You

Steve Rogers x Reader

Part 2

Summary: As a SHIELD agent, you spent a lot of time working with Steve Rogers and became best pals. When he decided he wanted find a place in Brooklyn, you offered to let him move into the spare bedroom of your apartment.

Character(s):  reader, Steve Rogers, quick Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes mentions

Warnings: none, eventual super fluff

Word Count: 3222

A/N: After writing a four part thing for Bucky I wanted to take a break and try my hand at Steve, and just really wanted some slow fluff. I have a part two in the works. As always, advice/comments/critiques are highly appreciated and cherished, and I’m down for requests or prompts too!

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In The Cards

A little something for my Kullara buds, an awesome group of people who deserve more love ^_^




Coran was the one who had received the invitation to the festival. If they agreed to attend, the Paladins of Voltron were to be the guests of honour at the Celebration of the Stars, an annual festival of food, festivities and frivolities. After recent events he felt the team could use a pick me up. Allura had agreed.

She could almost see the very fitting stars in the eyes of the young pilots as they took in the spectacle before them. The sights, the sounds, the smells, they seemed so delighted. Most of them any way. Keith was hanging back, which really didn’t surprise anyone. The others just shrugged his moodiness off, deciding they were going to enjoy themselves with or without him.

“This is just like the carnivals back home!” Lance enthused, watching as what looked like a rollercoaster spun by overhead without the benefit of a track. “Only more awesome!”

“And dangerous.” Hunk noted as his eyes followed the same spinning thrill-ride.

“Must work on an anti-grav propulsion system.” Pidge theorised.

“Or some kind of magnetic-hover device.” Hunk added.

“Can you turn off the geek-speak for one night?” Lance glared at them. “We’re here to kick-back and have some fun.”

“What about him?” Pidge jerked a thumb to where Keith was trailing behind, finding something fascinating in the foliage of a rather ordinary looking tree.

“Ah, he’s a lost cause.” Lance waved him off. “You coming, Princess?”

“I don’t think we should leave him all by himself.” She was watching the sullen paladin with concern. Shiro’s loss had hit them all hard, but it had effected Keith the most. He’d never been the happiest of people, but he used to smile at least, on occasion, join in on conversations. He’d been so quiet lately she was beginning to forget what his voice sounded like.

“I’d say have fun, but I don’t think he knows the meaning of the word.” Lance snorted as he turned towards the lights and laughter of the festival.

“If he doesn’t snap out of this funk soon…” Hunk sighed, shaking his head sadly as he and Pidge followed in Lance’s wake.

“You do realise that tree is not part of the celebration?” Allura folded her arms across her chest. He turned to her but didn’t respond or make a move. She let out an exasperated sigh.

“Come on.” She grabbed him by the wrist and started marching towards the festivities. “I’ll win you a prize.”

He was going to have some fun if it killed her!

~~~~~~

Keith was staring at the black bead eyes of the vaguely cat-like toy Allura had, true to her word, won for him at some game which had required her to match an ever changing pattern of lights. It had far too many legs and wire in its multiple tails to make them hold a star shape to really be called a cat, though. Naturally, when asked, Allura had picked the red one. In return he’d won her a dark silken scarf festooned with sparkles that resembled the night sky above them by simply throwing sharp needles through multi-coloured balls of light.

They had stopped to eat, or at least Allura had. He still wasn’t eating very much, he had no appetite when he was depressed, but he had managed a few bites of something spirally that had tasted like fried potato, though it had been iridescent blue in colour. Allura returned to him with something green and pink that looked remarkably like a churro.

“You should try this.” She held it out to him, beaming. “It’s wonderful.”

He broke a small portion off the tip of it and popped it in his mouth. It even tasted like a churro. It would seem carnival food was as wonderfully greasy and unhealthy here as it was on Earth.

“Yeah…” He admitted. “It’s pretty good.”

Her grin widened. He’d actually said something positive.

“Come on.” She said. “There’s something over this way I’m dying to try.”

He followed her to a small ornate tent covered with stars and crescent moons. A creature with long, rope-like arms sat in its opening, moving the slender limbs and swaying back and forth in a sinuously hypnotic way. It was hard to determine the gender of the creature, in truth it may not even have a gender. It watched them with pale blue eyes as Allura led him to its tent.

“A fortune teller?” He looked skeptical.

“I do not tell fortunes, young one.” It said in a strange, musical tone, slowly blinking its eyes. It made a graceful gesture with one three-fingered hand. “I impart the plans of the universe.”

He looked at Allura, clearly still unconvinced.

“It’ll be fun.” She said, pushing him into the darkness within. The creature, the universal seer, or whatever it was, flowed in behind them. It continued in its almost liquid-like movements, he absently wondered if it had any bones, to come to rest on the opposite side of the round table that sat in the centre of the draped fabric space, gesturing for them to sit amongst the collection of velvet and silk cushions piled on the floor.

It scooped up a small pile of rectangles that looked strangely familiar to the young man from the other side of the cosmos.

“Tarot Cards?” Keith frowned.

“You know of them?” The seer inquired.

“We have them back home.” He admitted, though he’d never held much stock in them. “But I didn’t know they were so…” He trailed off, not sure of the right word.

“Universal?” The seer suggested with an obvious, and playful, smile.

It spread the cards across the table in a perfect arc. “Twenty two cards.” It said. “Five will tell you your past, your present and your future.” One hand unfurled in front of Allura. “Choose.” The Princess lay a finger on the cloth before one, fifth from the centre. The seer lay a suction-cup tipped finger on the card and turned it over. It showed an ornately robed woman sitting between two pillars.

“The High Priestess.” It intoned. “Wisdom, serenity, knowledge and understanding. You have a deep, intuitive understanding of the universe.”

It turned to Keith, its lips quirked upwards. It was obvious it knew he had little faith in its abilities. “Clear you mind. Still your doubts. And choose.” It made the same graceful motion with its hands. He let out a deep breath and tapped the one on the end closest to him. It picked it up with its sticky fingertip and flipped it over. Keith was faced with a hooded figure holding a lamp.

“The Hermit.” It smiled. “You are introspective and focus your attentions inwards to find the answers you seek.”

It gestured to Allura to select her second card. It depicted a beautiful woman by a pool of water surrounded by stars.

“Ah…the Star. The universe has blessed you. Your hope and faith will be renewed as you enter a loving stage in your life. You will find a deeper understanding in yourself and those around you.” Its eyes slid briefly to Keith. “Trust the universe, a bright future awaits you.”

Pale eyes returned to Keith, one eyebrow quirked. He touched another, the third from the last he’d picked. The seer gracefully turned it over. It showed a skeleton in full armour riding a horse and brandishing a banner.

“Death!” It hissed dramatically. The pair exchanged a worried glance. That couldn’t be good. Then the seer laughed, a tinkling bell-like sound.

“Do not look so concerned.” It smiled. “It is not to be taken literally. It means an ending. A new beginning. You are moving on to something far more important that what has come before.” It leaned in closer to him. “Do not resist this change, it could do you irreparable harm. Let go of the past, embrace your future.”

It sat back, its hands drifting across the remaining cards.

“The fifth and final card is mine to choose.” It said, eyes closed, hands moving hypnotically back and forth. “Through me the universe will reveal what it has planned for you both.” Its hands stilled, one finger dipping down to select the card. It depicted two figures, one obviously make the other obviously female, an angel watching over them both.

The seer opened its eyes and smiled. “I suspected as much.”

“What is this one?” Allura frowned.

Keith let out a shuddering sigh. “It’s called The Lovers.” Two pairs of blue eyes fixed on him, one aghast, the other amused.

“And you know this how?” The seer asked.

“I saw it in a movie.” He shrugged.

“This one is like the Death card, right?” Allura queried. “Not to be taken literally.”

The seer’s smile was almost wicked. “No.” It imparted. “This one is VERY literal. Perfection, harmony and mutual attraction.” They exchanged another, weighted glance. The universe wanted THAT from them.

“Of course their are subtleties in the interpretation.” The seer admitted. “The bond you share does not necessarily have to be a romantic one.” It lidded its eyes heavily, suggestively. “Or a…sexual one…” it seemed to take great delight in their discomfort. “But that does not mean that it is…not.” It spread it’s hands gracefully, smiling widely, almost knowingly.

“But the trust each has in the other will grant you the strength and confidence you will require to overcome the trials you will no doubt soon face. Have faith in each other and you will prevail.”

~~~~~

“So how DID you know that card?” Allura asked.

They had returned to the food tents to wait for the others. Hunk’s stomach at least would eventually lead them to the same spot. Allura was sampling something fluffy and cloud-like while Keith poked at some of the blue potato stuff with a spork.

“Like I said, a movie.” He speared a piece of his food, lifted it up, turned it this way and that, some of the acid green topping dripped back into the basket. “This guy wanted to…enact…the card with this girl, so he stacked the deck in his favour.” He smiled a little.

“No way!”

They turned to the sound of Lance’s voice.

“You’ve seen a James Bond movie?” He boggled, bumping his hip against Keith’s to force him to move over so he could sit. He picked up one of the fries. “A damn ancient one, but it’s a start.”

He grinned. “And was that a smile I just saw?”

“I’m just glad you’re eating.” Pidge said, sliding in on his other side, subtly dragging the basket of food away from Lance. “You ARE eating these, right.”

“Kinda.”

Lance popped the one he’d stolen into his mouth and instantly turned red. His jaw gaped and e started fanning his mouth with his hand while gasping “hothothothothot!” Keith casually pushed a large container of liquid towards him which he grateful gulped down.

HOW are you eating them?” He demanded when he found his voice. “That stuff is pure evil!” He pointed at the topping. “It’s like someone dialled jalapeños up to a million!”

“Oh, please.” Hunk scoffed. “The jalapeño doesn’t even crack the top ten on the Scoville Scale.” He took his own sample, and almost choked on it. “Jeez!” He wiped tears from his eyes as he reached for the container of liquid. “How ARE you eating these?” He took a deep swallow.

“Guardian Spirit of Fire.” He reminded them, depositing the one he’d been studying in his mouth and chewing it slowly and deliberately with no obvious effect.

“Wusses.” Pidge grinned. Keith smirked, pushing the basket towards her in offering. She looked at it for a moment, took in the still red faces of her Garrison teammates, before pushing it back. “I think I’m good.”

“Now who’s the wuss?” Lance snorted.

“I’ll try one.” Allura said brightly, retrieving one with two delicate fingers. She sampled it, chewing thoughtfully. Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly. “Yes, it is a little spicy.” She admitted. “But very tasty.”

The unaffected pair shared a chuckle. Perfection, harmony and mutual attraction…for spicy food at least.

“Pft.” Lance rolled his eyes. “Aliens.”

~~~~~~

By its tent the seer smiled at the playful interaction between the quintet, two of the five in particular. Their hands brushed briefly as they reached into the food basket at the same time, each drawing back quickly as if scalded.

“Fight it all you wish.” It spoke softly. “The universe will not be denied.”
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[So, @mizluv wanted me to do some cute Harry cuddles, so that’s what I’m doing as a bonus imagine for the day. Enjoy and I hope it helps because Harry cuddles help everything.]


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Feathers

(A/N: So this is my first ever fanfic. Pretty much my first ever writing but I think it came out OK and I hope You will enjoy it.ts for the “love the ships”-challenge hosted by @waywardjoy )

Pairing: Destiel
Wordcount: 2496
Varnings: well…angst i guess.
Conversation prompt: “I told you I didn’t want you here” “I know, I’m here anyway. What are you going to do about it?”

A big thank you to @in2lalaland  and @tenoko1 for everything =)

If you liked it and want to read the very fluffy contiuation you can find that here https://zummar.tumblr.com/post/159821435747/breakfast



Dean knew right away that Castiel was in the bunker again, he had felt the vibration from the closing door as it echoed down the corridor. Why was he here?


Dean leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, watching as the angel slowly walked up the few steps to the library. Castiel looked beat, his shoulders drooping, his head turned down and eyes fixed on the floor.


”I told you that I didn’t want you here,” Dean said harshly.

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Birthday Buddies

Originally posted by dadotnetofficial


Originally posted by elfbrose

Note: The main reason I wrote this, was because this past year, I learned that I share my birthday with the Lunatic Fringe. So, my mind wandered and I thought to myself, “Hey, why not write up a smutty fic where Dean and the reader are friends, and they share their birthday, and celebrate together?” So, this was the outcome.

Description: Dean Ambrose shares his birthday with the reader. He freaks out a bit, which is very unlike his general attitude where he doesn’t give a shit. He invites her over to his hotel room to spend time together and it gets pretty interesting.

Warnings: Smut, otherwise pretty sure there’s quite a bit of Fluff.

More Notes: Pretty sure I got a bit crazy with this one. The length is pretty long. I admit, I did most of the writing in here, but it never hurts to have the lovely talent and editing skills of my Smut Genius, @imagines–assemble.

People to Tag: @wwesmutdonedirtcheap @imaginingwwesuperstars @darlingkatrina @scarygoodfanfics

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You were new to the WWE, having just been called up to the main roster from NXT this past summer. A few months in, you’d gained the interest of none other than the Lunatic Fringe, Dean Ambrose. You two had become inseparable but don’t get it twisted now, you two were still unsure of the other.

The newest problem that had risen though was that you had began forming feelings for him in the romantic setting. You highly doubted that he’d ever see you in the same way so you just kept it to yourself. You had also become well aware that you happened to share your birthday with your unhinged friend.

Dean never told you his birthday but due to being friends with him, you were also around Roman Reigns, whom was a close friend of his. Roman had let it slip that Dean’s birthday was on December 7th when he was with you to which you had responded and told him it was yours too. You wandered from the locker room and passed Dean. You pounded your fist into his and he smirked.

Dean huffed after you left and he went to see Roman. Roman was visiting as he had a few days off from Raw, so he flew to see his friends on Smackdown. Ambrose knew that Reigns would be waiting in the locker room marked with Dean’s name. He smirked when he walked in and saw his Samoan friend sitting on the couch. “Well, hey Roman. What do I owe this pleasure?”

Roman laughed. “Really, man? We both know that your birthday is tomorrow. I thought we’d spend today together, guy time.” He chuckled.

Dean arched a brow. “Why today and not tomorrow? You usually suggest the day of my birthday, man.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared him down.

Reigns smirked and ran his hand through his hair. “I would, but after spilling this…I would assume that you’d try and spend your birthday with Y/n..” Dean tilted his head in confusion.

“Spilling wh-”

Roman cut him off. “Her birthday is also tomorrow.” He grinned as he saw the panic as well as eagerness fill the lunatic’s eyes.

“What!? How did you- when did you-” He tousled his hair wildly and crazily paced around the room as he tried to think straight. He paused in front of Roman and looked at him. “Alright, when did you learn this?”

“Literally just a few minutes ago.” He stated.

Dean groaned. “The fuck am I gonna do man!?” He started to get in a crazed state. When it came to you, he literally flipped his lid. If anyone tried hurt you, let alone touch you and he got wind of it? He’d whoop their ass without a second thought.

Roman laughed, seeing his friend like this was new to him, but that didn’t make it any less funny or amusing to the Samoan. He grabbed Dean’s shoulders firmly and stopped him. “Ambrose, you tell her how you feel.” Dean puffed out a breath and laughed before turning to see Y/n talking to his enemy, AJ Styles. That Southern snake happened to be flirting with her right outside the locker room. Roman grabbed him tightly and pulled him back, closing the locker room door quickly and stood with his back to the door as he looked at Dean. “Was that little scene enough to show you that you’ll lose her if you don’t tell her how you feel, man?” He grasped his friend’s shoulders, glaring at him.

Dean was shaking in anger and he nodded, growling. “Yes! Damnit! I get it now! You just…Look, we both know I am no fucking prince charming so, I guess I…” Roman cut him off with a devious grin.

“Is the Dean Ambrose asking his friend for help on getting a girl?” Dean growled, shoving Roman, so he took it as a yes. “Has Deano gone soft!?” He teased, only to get a firm punch to his chest and he grunted, watching Dean storm out of the locker room. “Hey, that’s no way to treat the man that’s gonna help you get your dream girl!” Roman yelled after him before he broke into a fit of laughter.

The Following Day…

You were still trying to think of a way to spend the day with Dean on his birthday but there was one problem. You were completely ignoring that it was your birthday too. Suddenly, your phone went off and it was a text from Dean, asking you to hang out back at his hotel room. He said to dress comfortable. You smiled brightly before nervously biting your lip. You hoped Dean would like your gift that you had already gotten him right after Roman told you about Dean’s birthday.

Dean was pacing nervously in his hotel room as he still hadn’t bought a gift for you. Roman sat on the bed, watching Dean pace. “Damnit Ambrose! Sit your ass down! You’re thinking too much!” Roman stuck his foot out as he was absent-mindedly pacing and soon enough Dean flew. He hit the floor as he tripped over the Samoan’s jutting leg with a groan.

“You fucker.” He grumbled as he slowly rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Dean rest his hands on his stomach as he twiddled his thumbs in thought.

Reigns looked at Dean on the floor. “Damn, you got it bad for her.” he paused before an idea struck and he grinned, motioning to get Dean’s attention. “Well…her style is pretty damn close to yours…what if you got her something to signify that?” Dean looked at him in confusion before realization dawned on him. He got up quickly, tripping and running into the door. Quickly ripping the door open, Dean ran off without a second thought. Roman sat there, having a hard time believing that his unbreakable friend was head over heels for you.

Later That Night…

You were carrying your bag and you went to Dean’s room, knocking gently. You had dressed comfortably as told, wearing a pair of black sweats and a Dean “Unstable” Ambrose grey shirt.

Dean opened the door, letting you in and he took your bag and set it down. “Hey beautiful.” He said in his somewhat rasp of a voice. He noticed your shirt and you swore you saw a flash of light pink come to his cheeks but he quickly turned away. “So!” He exclaimed, clearing his throat.

You giggled, making your way over to your bag and taking out some movies with a grin. “If I recall correctly…we haven’t had a movie night in ages and I know we both need to relax. So shall we get this night started?”

Dean chuckled and took the movies from you and smirked. “I say we watch Never Back Down. I always love watching that movie…” He coughed, knowing his favorite part was the semi intimate part.

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You were only part of the way through the movie, munching on popcorn and candy, when the playful fight scene came on. Dean coughed softly, gingerly bouncing his leg as the girl on screen was straddling the guy before they kissed. You flushed deeply and bit your lip, curling up on one side of the couch.

Dean noticed this and sucked his own lip in between his teeth as he was imagining it being you two. Grunting softly, he covered it with another cough. You paused the movie and got up quickly, heading over to your bag. “So, I heard from a certain Samoan friend of ours that it is your birthday today…” You dug out a box and bit your lip nervously. Dean saw the box and his eyes grew wide.

“Y/n…You really didn’t have to get me nothin’…I mean, spending the night with you is enough of a gift for me.”

You flushed darkly and gazed into his eyes. “I wanted to…” You held the box out shyly.

Dean sighed, gazing into your eyes and he melted a bit. He took the box from you and opened it slowly. He paused, his eyes growing wide and brimming with happiness as he removed the leather jacket from the box. “H-how did you know that I needed a new one?” He asked softly, voice filled with disbelief.

You giggled. “I-I noticed when we hang out backstage at shows. The leather on the one you have now was looking pretty worn out so I-” You were caught off guard when you were suddenly brought into a tight hug. Feeling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, you hugged back.

“I love it, Y/n.. It’s perfect, just like…” He pulled away and gazed into your eyes, setting the jacket aside. He lifted his hands to caress your face. “It’s perfect, but not as perfect as you are…” You went to open your mouth, but were interrupted as he kissed your cheek. “Y/n…I know we’ve only been friends for a few months, but…” He took a deep breath. “I-I feel like I’m falling for-”

Before he could finish, you suddenly had courage fill you and you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a deep kiss. It took him a while to respond, so you pulled away. Thinking you had taken it the wrong way, you bit your lip. “I-I’m so sor-” You began apologizing, only to be cut off by a pair of lips against yours suddenly. The kiss soon became heated as Dean pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle him.

Dean broke the kiss and went to your neck, nipping and kissing a trail down as he pulled back to gaze at your shirt. “I don’t usually give two shits about my merch on anyone, but on you…Let’s just say, I’m making sure I get you a piece of everything the shop has with my name on it.”

You laughed and licked his neck, causing him to groan. He grabbed your hips and pushed and pulled to help you grind against him. “Shit Y/n…I…I didn’t wanna rush this, but…” He grunted as he felt you scratch at his chest, he was only in a pair of sweats.

You bit your lip shyly. “Dean?”

He gazed at you. “Yeah Y/n?”

You rubbed his chest gently. “I-I…” You didn’t want to come out with the term “make love,” seeing as he only admitted to having feelings for you.

Dean noticed your nervousness and he picked you up, understanding what you were insinuating. Going to the bedroom and gently laying you down on the bed, Dean crawled over you and kissed you passionately before pausing briefly. “I know, baby…just relax. I got you…” You nodded, biting your lip as you felt him remove your shirt, kissing down your body slowly before coming to the waistband of the sweats. He tugged them off and leaned back to admire you. “My god…Y/n…You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this…” He said as he rubbed his hands along your sides. “Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous, baby doll…”

You bit your lip and smirked as an idea came into your head before you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, eliciting a groan from him. You took his sign of weakness, grabbing him and turning you both over so you could straddle him. Grinding against him as you slowly broke the kiss, you tugged at his bottom lip as you parted. He was panting softly, grunting as you moved your hips against his in a torturous rhythm. “Shit…Never realized how amazing those hips of yours were, Y/n…” He bit his lip as he gazed up at you, his hair splayed out on the pillows and covering his face: A few strands stuck to his forehead as he was sweating already and you felt some pride in being the cause of that. He gripped your hips and growled softly as he helped you grind but you abruptly stopped, reaching behind you to undo the hooks on your bra. You let the straps slide down your arms.

You bit your lip as you looked down at him, finally removing your bra and tossing it aside. Dean let out an audible groan at the sight. Chewing on his bottom lip while he gazed at your breasts, his stare flickered to your eyes as if he was asking for permission. When you nodded, he shot up and wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, helping you grind against him as he kissed and sucked on your neck. Dean wanted to mark every inch of your body as his. He used his other hand to knead one of your breasts while kissing a trail down to your other breast. Taking the nipple in his mouth, he suckled on it roughly as his calloused hand worked the other breast.

You whimpered as you ground yourself against him, feeling his bulge growing. He groaned softly as he continued to tend to your breasts. He moved back, pulling you down roughly and kissing you hungrily, tongues fighting for dominance. Dean broke the kiss and growled. “Fuck…I need to taste you…”

You swallowed a moan as he moved you to lay down again and he trailed soft, tender kisses along your body. Getting to the waistband of your panties, he quickly looked up at you for permission. You gave a hasty nod and he tucked his thumbs under the sides, tugging them down and tossing them on the floor. He spread your legs, gently kissing and sucking at the insides of your thighs, leaving his mark as he gazed at your pussy. He saw the glistening slick in the light and groaned. “Fuck…Y-your pretty little pussy looks delicious, princess…” Whimpering in response to him, he grinned.

“Oh? Does my baby girl like when I talk dirty to her like this?” He chuckled when he saw you nod. He bit his lip as he spread your lips with his fingers, admiring how tight you were and the slick that coated you. “I’ve been dying to taste you…”

You whined and squirmed. “Then fucking taste me already, Dean!”

Ambrose chuckled, licking his lips and diving in, flattening his tongue in a slow lick. He groaned as he tasted you, losing control over himself. “Fuck…You taste so good, baby girl…I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way…” You gave a confused look and suddenly felt his rough, calloused hands splayed on your inner thighs, pushing them further apart. You felt him devour you, causing you to gasp and moan out rather loudly.

“Oh! F-Fuck…Dean!” He grinned as he continued to feast on your pussy, moaning softly as he tasted you. He took your clit in his mouth, sucking on the pleasure button of yours as he thrusted two fingers deep inside you, causing you to wail.

You reached down. Running your fingers through his hair you grasped handfuls of the strands and pulled as he continued. You gasped loudly as you felt a telling, well known knot forming in your stomach.

Dean felt your walls tighten around his fingers and grinned, gazing up at you and releasing your clit, breathing on it as he spoke to you. “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my fingers baby? How about I do you one better…” You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out and he licked them clean. He went back to his previous position with his hands on your inner thighs and dove right in. He heard you cry out in pleasure as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your heat. He thrusted his tongue in and wiggled it around wildly, causing you to squirm and fist his hair.

“Ahh! Deann!”

He groaned as he felt your walls spasm around his tongue and as he tasted your sweet essence. He lapped it all up as it came and then licked his lips as he gazed at you hungrily. You sank against the sheets, a quiet whine leaving you as your body was wracked with pleasure and you trembled when you came down from your high. Dean’s lips quirked as he caught sight of your blissful expression. He momentarily shimmied off the bed, to your chagrin, but he threw a small wink your way in assurance.

“Baby…You taste even better than I could’ve ever imagined…” He growled lowly and shoved his sweats down. Having them pool around his ankles, he stepped out of them and stalked towards the bed once more. You bit your lip as you saw he wasn’t even wearing any boxers underneath. He licked his lips as he fisted his cock, biting his lip as he thrusted into his fist. “Mmn…I need that sweet little pussy of yours…now…” he climbed into the bed, crawling over you as his eyes bore into yours.

“Please?” you pleaded, your fingers lacing in his hair and he groaned, placing one hand against your waist while the other lined him with your slick. “Dean, I need you…” you sighed, bucking against him and he groaned as your heat brushed the crown of his girth. His nails dug into your skin as his fingers curled into your waist but that was the furthest thing from your mind. Dean nodded, pressing his forehead to yours as he kept eye contact and slowly pushed past your folds. You both groaned, the feeling of him spreading and filling you was enough to coax a small orgasm out of you but for Dean…The mere fact of you surrounding him with your heat almost drove him over the edge.

“Holy fuck, Y/n…” he whispered, his bright eyes still linked with yours as your hands moved from his hair to travel across his shoulders. Splaying your fingers across his back, you whimpered.

“Oh my God, Dean…You feel so good…So deep…” you gasped when he slightly rolled his hips, inching in a little further and your eyes rolled. How could he do so little and still send you into a frenzy? How could he have you so completely and utterly unraveled?

“Shit, you feel fucking amazing…” he grunted, slowly moving once more and you sighed before your eyes closed. “Y/n, baby look at me…I need you to look at me…” Dean murmured, his forehead still pressed to yours and you moaned. Slowly forcing your eyes open, the intensity in his almost finished you then and there.

“Dean…”

“Y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve waited…” he mumbled, “How long I’ve wanted this…” his lips ghost against yours, making you sigh as he slowly pressed his hips against yours. You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as Dean pushed his head beside yours. His grip on your waist tightened as he gave a rougher thrust.

“Ah! S-shit…” you whimpered, not knowing where you ended and he began as your back arched with your walls squeezing down on him.

“Y-y/n…I wanted this to be special…Tonight is supposed to be about you, baby but I can’t…” he kissed your shoulder, raising his head so he could look at you once more. He breathed. “I dunno if I can hold back…”

“Then don’t…” you smiled, gently touching his cheek as he silently stared down at you. “Don’t hold back, Dean…Show me how badly you wanted this…Show me how badly you want me…”

Dean groaned, keeping you flush against him as he bit his lip. “Fuck, y/n…You dunno what you’re askin’ for…” he gasped when you squeezed on him again.

You noticed him still trying to hold back and smirked, pulling him down to nibble at his earlobe. “C’mon Dean…I wanna feel you pound my tight little pussy…I know you want to…”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smirked, trailing his fingers up your side and you shivered when the tingle passed over you. He chuckled softly as he felt you shiver. “Does my baby girl really want me to let go…? I don’t wanna hurt her…”

You gave him a whine, your legs tightening around his waist as your fingers wove in his hair once more. “Dean please…” you pleaded. “Please, Daddy?”

Dean gaped, his eyes wide and you almost thought you’d gone too far. Dean chuckled softly, brushing your cheek. “Daddy, huh?” he grinned and you giggled in return with a nod. “Well now…” he raised your hips a little and rubbed your left thigh. “I hope you can take all that Daddy’s gonna give ya!”

You bit your lip as you saw his eyes darken, having caught a glimpse of him like this whenever he walked in on you changing and you now realized that his eyes darkened with want for you. He grinned deviously and pulled back only to quickly snap his hips flush against yours, causing you to cry out.

Dean licked his lips and shook his head to get the hair from covering his eyes as he marveled at you beneath him. He soon began a moderate pace, but was thrusting hard and deep. “Yeah…? You like how Daddy pounds this tight pussy, huh? You love how he fucks you into the mattress?” He growled with a rasp in his voice. He bit his lip, looking between where your hips met his and watching his cock disappear into your pussy as you took every inch of him. He groaned and grunted as he kept thrusting. “Fucking shit, Y/n…Your pretty little pussy is taking every inch of my cock and it’s amazing…Mmn…Yeah. Take it all, baby girl…” He gasped as he felt your walls tighten around him. “Fuck! Your pussy feels even better when it clamps down on me, baby…”

You gasped loudly and arched your back, only to have Dean press down against your body as he continued to thrust. “Mmn…Faster, Daddy…Please…” You begged and he growled as he began to pick up speed.

Ambrose licked his lips and then bit his lip hard, leaning back as he took in the sight of you writhing underneath him in pleasure. “Fuck…such a beautiful sight under me…” He groaned as he admired your body. You whimpered and gained some strength, to his surprise. Grabbing him, you pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, slowly sinking back down onto his length. He groaned and gazed up at you as you began to ride him. “O-oh fuck…I never thought this would ever happen…I-I only dreamt of it…” He laid his head back, moaning out as you continued and he kept his eyes on you while you rode him.

“Fuck…Y/n, you’re so beautiful…” He reached up and rubbed your cheek, using his other hand to rest on your hip. That hand was grasping your hip as he thrust up into you, making you whimper and your pussy clenched around him like a vise. “S-shit…Is my baby girl gonna come all over Daddy’s cock?”

You nodded and he grinned before sitting up and pressing you against his body. He rest your head against the crook of his neck and tangled his fingers in the hair on the back of your head. He used the other to grip your waist.

“Shit, Daddy!” you wailed, clenching on him once more and Dean hissed.

“Daddy’s gotcha…Just brace yourself, I don’t wanna hurt ya…” You were confused, then you felt his grasp tighten on those spots and he began to pound into you from under you. You cried out and screwed your eyes shut, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Biting down roughly, you caused him to groan in pleasure. “F-Fuck Y/n…”

You mumbled against his neck, but it was still audible to him. “G-gonna cum, Dean…” You let out a loud moan and threw your head back as you felt your orgasm hit you, hard.

Dean pulled out quickly and released on your stomach, panting heavily. “H-holy shit…That felt amazing, Y/n…” He got up slowly and went to get a towel. Dampening it with warm water, he came back to clean you off before cleaning himself.

He crawled into the bed, laying next to you, then there was pounding at the door and he groaned. “Go away!” He yelled. He leaned in and kissed you softly.

The pounding started again. “Ambrose! You better not have chickened out on giving her the shit you got her!” Roman yelled from the hallway outside the room.

Dean broke the kiss and his eyes grew wide. He had gotten so caught up in their love making that the gift had slipped his mind. “Oh! Shit! I forgot!” He got up and pulled on a pair of boxers quickly, running to the main room. “Thanks for remindin’ me, Roman!” He heard Reigns laughing in the hallway.

“No problem man! Just next time try to remember that my room is right next to yours, you fucking lunatic!” Dean was bent over, digging in his suitcase but he paused. Hearing Roman say that made him grin. Biting his lip, he heard you come out of the bedroom dressed in his shirt and a pair of shorts.

“H-He heard us..?” You asked, a bit flustered.

Dean chuckled softly, finally finding the gift he got for you. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that’s as far as he’s ever gonna get with my girl!” He yelled for Roman to hear.

Roman broke into a fit of laughter, using the key card Dean gave him to use to visit in the mornings. “Hey, I’m sure I could totally get further with her, Ambrose. Right baby girl?” Reigns winked at you, but was shocked when you gave him a smirk as you walked to Dean’s side and hugged him around the waist.

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’.

Dean chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. Pulling you even closer, he kissed the top of your head and you smiled. He pulled you away and handed you the gift he’d gotten you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, he rest his chin on your shoulder as he whispered, “I’ve never been too good with gettin’ gifts for other people, so I hope you like it…” He said softly.

You looked at Roman and he nodded, smiling softly at you. You giggled softly, opening the box and pulling out a Dean Ambrose shirt, a pair of black shorts that looked form fitting, a Dirty Deeds hoodie, and a leather jacket. “Y-you didn’t have to get me so much, Dean…” You whispered, biting your lip.

Dean shook his head. “I wanted to…Besides, I pulled a few strings and got them made custom for you.” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“But the shirt and hoodie are merch that the shop sells.”

He chuckled. “Turn them around.”

You were still confused, but shrugged. Picking up the Ambrose shirt you flipped it over to see the back, gasping softly when you saw the words, “His Psycho Princess” printed on it. You set it down on the bed and went to the shorts, on the front on one side was his logo, but on the back it said, “Psycho Ass”. You laughed and set them on the bed. Going to the hoodie you turned it over and smirked. It had the words, “His True Dirty Deed” printed on it. You got to the leather jacket and saw the “DA” symbol that was on some of his merch, on the left chest area of the jacket along with something else.Your own logo that was usually found on your merch on the chest area was on the right side. You looked at him and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Turn it over.” He said simply. You did as told, giggling when you saw the logos together like you’d see a couple of teenagers carve their names into a tree when in ‘love,’ with a heart circling them, and below it read, “The Lunatic Found his Psycho”.

You started to cry, tears forming in your eyes. You set the jacket down and turned around, gasping when you saw Dean holding a velvet lined box. He wasn’t kneeling so you knew better. You made your way to stand in front of him and he opened the box where it held within it a silver necklace that was shaped as a heart. It was also a locket, the front side of the heart had your logos on it like the leather jacket did, and written on the back it said, “His Princess”.

Dean saw the tears falling and became worried. “D-Do you not like them? S-Shit! I knew you wouldn’t like any of it, I just kn-” He started rambling but was cut off when you pressed your lips to his in a deep, passionate kiss. A groan released from the back of his throat as he held your waist gently. You broke the kiss gently and slowly rubbed his cheeks as he rest his forehead against yours.

You giggled softly. “Dean…I love everything you got me and…though we haven’t been friends for even a year yet…I feel like I…I think I’m falling in love with you…”

Dean bit his lip, searching your eyes for any sign that wasn’t sincere about what you said and all he found was sincerity. He pulled you closer. “Y/n…Will you be my girl?” He asked softly.

You nodded. “Yes, of course. I’d love to be your Psycho Princess.” He chuckled and smashed his lips against yours.

Roman noticed they must’ve forgotten that he was there, but he had a bright, wide smile on his face as he was leaving quietly, glad to see that two of his friends finally found love.

Hopeful Romantic (Part Three)

Summary: You and Steve Rogers are neighbors. He has feelings for you, but you like someone else. That places a little damper on his hopes of being with you, but he’s not surrendering just yet [High School AU]

Word Count: 1535

Part One - Part Two

A/N: Sorry about the long wait!!!!!

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

“Did something happen between you and Steve?” Wanda asked in curiosity while the both of you were in the cafeteria eating lunch. “You guys haven’t been talking to each other all week.” Sighing, your eyes drifted to where Steve was seated and for a split second, met each other’s gazes. 

A few days have passed since you talked to Steve, since he told you that he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else but you. While he always said something of that variation to you almost on a daily basis, it struck a nerve when he said those words to you again that night and you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed a break, leading you to avoid him. You took a different path to each class to prevent crossing paths with him in the hallway. You avoided communicating with him when you have class together and even opted to have your mom drive you to and from school so you wouldn’t have to ride the bus.

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Imagine Dating Hank Voight

For anon:  Hi can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Hank Voight from Chicago Pd please, thank ypu

Yay, my first CPD Imagine! Hope you like it. 

You weren’t angry. You knew what you’d signed up for, dating a sergeant of the Chicago Police Department. You knew that his job was demanding. So when you got the call, cancelling your dinner plans for the third time in a row, you weren’t surprised. But it didn’t mean you weren’t disappointed.

“It’s just been a busy week,” Hank said with a heavy voice. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s okay, Hank, I understand,” you said, but you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. You had a feeling he wanted to say more, but several voices calling his name on the other end of the line had grabbed his attention.

“I’ll call you tonight,” he promised before immediately hanging up his phone.

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Doesn’t Ring a Bell

Originally posted by wdwlsn

Requested by anonymous:

“Yay you write about Peter!!! Could you please write one where you are Peter’s girlfriend but you notice how he suddenly leaves for things or shows up late to your dates. You try to brush it off until you are attacked when you are alone and Spidey comes in to save you and that’s when you realize that your dork of a boyfriend is a superhero working with the avengers? (Too specific?)

Warnings: PURE FLUFFF, mild language

Note: Nothing is ever too specific anon :) & yes Peter is my baby <3


“Did you get x equals two for question five?”

“Babe what did you do?… I got three hundred and twenty seven.” 

“Ugh I give up!” You groan in frustration before dramatically pushing your notebook off your lap. “I’m actually going to fail this exam.”

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anonymous asked:

Your writing is so fab! Could I request a oneshot sort of thing (or whatever you want idk) with Isaac being really close with y/n, and they have a weird relationship where they're always messing with each other or trying to piss the other one off for entertainment, then Isaac figures out y/n likes him and gets mega cocky about it, she (unsuccessfully) pretends to not know what he's talking about when he brings it up. So Isaac decides to be a little shit and tries to do little things to...

-          Say you’ll never let me go, cause I’m lost without my ritual.

 Musical Inspiration: “Ritual” – marshmello ft. Wrabel

Word count: approx. 1.3k


Pack movie night finds you curled up next to Isaac on the floor of Derek’s loft. Kira and Scott are cuddled up on the couch behind you with Derek on the other end all by himself and the rest of the pack are sprawled on the floor around you.

“What are they doing?” You hear Kira whisper to Scott as you and Isaac continue to annoy each other. Isaac’s elbow presses into your ribs so you return the favor, tugging on the blanket that’s spread out over the both of you so that Isaac only has the edge of it. He tugs it back but you have a firm grip on it and he gives up after a second.

“Who knows anymore?” Scott answers, not even bothering to whisper.

Everyone knows about your weird friendship with Isaac. You’re really close, but you have this habit of trying to annoy the shit out of each other when you’re together. It used to get on everyone else’s nerved but they’ve mostly gotten used to it by now. It’s gotten worse lately though. You don’t know if you’re to blame or Isaac is for the increase in pranks and little irritations but you’re having fun so you don’t even think about it most of the time.

“Looks like a mating ritual to me,” Malia murmurs from her spot in Stiles’ lap, causing her boyfriend to snort into his hand.

Isaac tenses beside you for a second and when you turn to check on him, he’s already looking at you like he’s just realized something. A slow smirk grows on his face and you don’t like the look of that. Oh god, he can’t know that you like him like that. Can he? Your thoughts must show on your face because he arches a brow, smirk only growing more prominent as he stares at you. You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom.

You lean back against the door once it’s closed behind you, closing your eyes and wishing Malia wasn’t quite so observant or quick to announce her observations.  You stay there until you think your heartbeat’s settled so that you can go back and pretend to not be completely in love with your best friend.

When you return, Isaac’s the only one that pays you any attention, holding up the blanket in an invitation for you to sit back down. He throws it over your lap, as you settle next to him, scooting closer so that it’s easier to share. And then, he just goes back to watching the movie.

You’re highly suspicious of his behavior and a little worried that something’s changed since Malia’s comment. Isaac never just sits still when you’re right there for him to annoy. You try to ignore the squirmy, wrong feeling in your stomach and watch the movie.

A few minutes later, Isaac jostles you as he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “I’m kind of thirsty, you want anything?”

His lips graze your ear as he speaks and send a shiver down your spine.

“I’m good,” you say staring at the screen, ignoring the feel of his hot breath against your skin. He doesn’t get up.

“You don’t want anything?” He asks again, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone.

You turn to look at his face and find him biting down on a grin. Well, he’s obviously figured out that you like him, but Isaac teasing you about it makes you feel a bit better about the situation. Teasing you’re used to, that’s just how you and Isaac are. You glare. “Maybe a best friend who’s not an asshole. Think you can find one of those for me?”

He laughs. “I’ll see what I can do.”

You watch him as he rises from his seat next to you and heads to the kitchen, shaking your head. What has Malia gotten you into? Isaac looks over his shoulder to find you staring somewhere in the vicinity of his ass, which… really wasn’t your intention but… it’s a nice one, so. Unfortunately, Isaac now knows you think so. When he comes back and settles down next to you again, he leans back into your space.

“See anything you like?” He whispers, right up against your ear again.

“Yep, this movie is great,” you answer, purposefully ignoring his meaning as you steal his drink from his hands and keep it for yourself. He doesn’t even protest, just laughing at you instead.

Throughout the rest of the movie, Isaac continues to drive you crazy. His fingers graze your arm, giving you goosebumps and he pretends to be surprised when he sees them.

“Oh, are you cold?” He asks mischievously, throwing an arm over your shoulders with another smirk. Then he leans in to whisper, “If you wanted my arm around you, you could have just asked.”

You dig your fingers into his armpit, tickling him until he takes his arm back.

Derek sighs in relief when the movie ends. “Thank god it’s over,” he says, eyes shifting from the televisions to look directly at you and Isaac. “Get out.”

“Harsh,” Isaac mutters, gathering up the blanket the two of you had been using.

“Yeah, Der,” You agree, pulling on your jacket. “Way to encourage pack bonding.”

Derek snorts. “If I have to see you two bonding any more tonight, I’m going to rip out my own eyes.”

Stiles snickers. “Let me guess, with your teeth?”

Isaac high fives him because you’ve all heard Derek threaten to use his teeth on you far too often to be intimidated by it anymore.

Derek sighs again, obviously wondering how this became his life. “Please leave.”

The group as a whole gathers up their things and makes their way out of Derek’s loft, leaving in groups of two or three until it’s just you and Isaac outside the building. Isaac always walks you home and tonight is no different.

“So,” he starts as you walk, and you can already tell he’s about to start in again with the teasing. “Anything you want to tell me, (Y/n)?”

“Hmmm,” you hum, pretending to think about it. “Nope.”

“No secrets you want to share with your best friend?” He asks, walking closer to your side so that his hand brushes yours.

“I don’t really know if he’s mature enough to handle my secrets,” you tease back.

“Well, if he’s mature enough for you to stare at his ass, I think he’s probably mature enough to keep your secrets,” He says, catching your hand in his and causing your heart to falter in its beating.

You stop walking and so does Isaac. You and Isaac don’t hold hands. You’re not sure what’s going on but you think it might be a good thing. You think.

Isaac moves to stand in front of you, his eyes on the left side of your chest. “Your heartbeat’s giving all your secrets away,” he says quietly, raising his gaze to your face.

“Isaac?” Your voice trembles. Things have suddenly gotten very serious.

“I promise, I’m a great secret keeper,” he says, leaning in until his lips brush yours. “I won’t tell anyone you’re absolutely crazy about me.”

You pull him in with a hand on the back of his neck, kissing him hard. You’ve wanted this for so long. And by the way Isaac’s kissing you, it seems he has too. You break away from the kiss, a smile on your face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you lie.

Isaac scoffs and kisses you again like that’s all the proof he needs.

You nip his lip in retaliation.

He tugs on your hair.

You grin into the kiss. He’s still the best friend you know and love and it seems, despite things taking a turn for the romantic, that isn’t ever going to change.

Babysitting

REQUESTED BY ANON: Hey can you write something where the reader is an actress who plays Sam and Dean’s little sister on the show and she babysits Jared and Jensen’s kids? Thank you!! :)

You wish you could be older and go with the Supernatural cast and crew to the bar and party. Though, you are too young to enter a bar and drink. You also wish you could have that fake I.D your character in Supernatural has, though, you aren’t Sam and Dean Winchester’s little sister, but the actress, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).
Since you can’t go, Jensen, Jared and Misha asked you to take care of their kids while they were gone. You like those kids, but they are a lot when you put them together. At least, your mother is there to help you out, thankfully.
“Mom” you called out “they’re here!”
You run to the front door and greet Jensen, Jared and Misha, the three of them with their kids.
“Hey” they replied in unison.
“Thanks for keeping them” Jensen said.
“No problem, but when I turn twenty-one, you get another babysitter” you joked.
“No problem” Jared laughed.
You and your mother help the boys with the bags to put them inside. Once everything was settled, they kiss their kids and go out.
One two years old, two three years old, a five years and a four years old.
“Well” you sigh “why don’t we put them in front of a movie or something? I really don’t know what kids do”.
“Well, they know what they want to do” your mother laughed “don’t worry, I have everything planned. I have some of your old toys and the boys brought some too”.
You sigh and decide to hang out with them, playing with toys you haven’t played in years. You even enjoy it, but that is something you will never say to the boys, they will laugh at you all day at work.

The next morning, Jared, Jensen and Misha with their wives stayed to sleep at your house, because they didn’t feel like doing the ride back to their houses. The three boys had a small hangover, the girls didn’t drink as much because they were the drivers.
“So?” Gen asked you “had some fun, yesterday?”
“Well, if my Mom wouldn’t have been there, I would have ran away. How do you take care of kids all day? They take all your time, I missed my show!”
“That’s because we love them” Jared said entering the room with his boy, Thomas, in his arms.
“Good morning” you chuckled seeing his hair “like Dean already said, we could use the clipper a bit”.

Up North | Part 1

Peter Parker aka Spiderman ~ Marvel Cinematic Universe

Prompt:
For a week or so every other year, your family goes up north for the fourth of July. But you are always bored so you ask if you can bring a friend up this time.

Requested by: No One

Written By: Head Honcho - Zoe

Reader: Female

Warning: None

A/N: Idk if upstate New York has like rural areas with endless woods, but I assume it does so. Also, it’s Tom Holland Peter Parker because he’s adorable. Also, also, Peter is a little bit older, like a Sophomore/Incoming Junior. Another thing, idk if the gif works but he just looks so cute.

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Parkers’ Apartment
Peter’s Room

“We need to talk.” You announce, breaking the silence as you and Peter lay on his bed.

You hear Peter’s breath hitch and feel his body stiffen next to you but don’t really think of it.

“We’ve been dating for at least a year now and I’ve really loved it. But, wow why is this harder than I thought it would be—”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Peter interrupts you and sits up. “Are you breaking with me?” He questions face showing sadness, panic, worry, and depression.

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Frat Brat.- Part Eleven. -Joe Sugg Imagine.

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“And I love you Y/N…More than a friend..” Oli breathed, his cool breath blowing over your lips.

Gazing up into his brown puppy dog eyes, you noticed as he slowly bowed his head, leaning down closer to your face. You could feel your heart now pounding harder against your chest, watching the way his eyes flutter to a  close.

Your head was twirling with thoughts, wondering why Oli was now leaning closer to you, his lips inching closer to yours. You could feel his chest pressing against yours, his large hands holding your hips, keeping you pinned down onto the bed.

Should you allow Oli to kiss you?

Should you stop him?

You can’t lead Oli on. It wouldn’t be right to kiss him and then tell him that you only see him as your best friend.

You felt your breath hitch as Oli’s nose pressed against yours. Slowly, you unwrapped your arms from around his neck, sliding your hands down to his cheeks, cupping them in your hands. You crossed your eyes, looking down to your lips, noticing how Oli’s lips were now hovering over yours, almost touching.

Just before his lips pressed against yours, you allowed your mind to encourage you to softly press the pads of your thumbs against his plump lips, halting him from going any further.

You smiled sadly hearing a deep sigh leave through Oli’s lips, his closed eyes now opening and gazing into yours. Silence lingered over you both. It wasn’t an awkward silence nor was it uncomfortable. The silence was meaningful. Locking eyes with one another, you gently designed gentle circles onto his cheek bone. Sometimes silence can speak volumes without ever saying a word. Silence speaks when words can’t.

You could feel your skin tingle, as you gently smoothed your thumb along Oli’s cheek. Your chest pressed up against his, both of your breathing in sync. You sucked a deep breath in, mustering all of the courage you had inside of you to speak up and break the silence.

“Oli..” You spoke lightly, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, while  pushing his hair back to the side, seeing the subtle frown resting on his lips.

“You don’t love me, do you?” Oli chuckled, sadness glazing over his puppy dog eyes.

Sighing at his words, you gently held his face in your hands. You allowed your finger tips to gingerly trace his jaw line before allowing your fingers to slide along the shadow over his lips. Your other hand that was resting on his shoulder, felt clammy with nerves. You knew exactly what you wanted to say, but you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Oli was so precious, one of the kindest and sweetest guys you’ve ever known, and he’s always had your back. You couldn’t hurt him, but you also had to tell him the truth. Biting down on your lip thoughtfully, you continued to stroke his cheek bone, before slowly dampening your lips and speak up.

“I do love you, Oli. I love you with all of my heart. I love you with every bone and every muscle that I have. I love you so incredibly much, that sometimes it physically hurts my heart..in a good way..” You smiled slightly, “I love you so very much, but I love you as my best friend..” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair, nimbly scratching the back of his head, noticing the frown on his lips grow deeper.

“You don’t love me Oli..” You continued to whisper, wanting to explain everything that was now running through your mind. You laughed quietly as he knitted his brows together, tilting his head like a curious new born baby at your words.

“I don’t understand..I do love you, Y/N..” Oli frowned, pulling his face away from yours, his body now sitting up straight, resting his hands in his lap.

Shaking your head at his words, you sat up alongside him and crossed your legs like a pretzel, scooping his large hands into yours.

“Oli, you love me as a friend..” You hummed, gently stroking the back of his hands. “You’re in love with the idea of falling in love..” You smiled, running your index finger over his bruised knuckles, wondering if they were so bruised from the alleged punch he threw at Joe.

“No..No, don’t say that Y/N..I love you.” Oli frowned, intertwining your fingers together.

As a friend.” You completed his sentence, feeling your heart break into pieces at the sight of sorrow tracing in his eyes, causing you to exhale a deep breath, before grinning up to those adorable brown eyes.

“Oliver White. You’re the sweetest boy that I’ve ever met. You make me laugh on my rainy days and you make my sunny days even more full of sunshine. You’re so full of love. You’re so full of life. You’re so down to earth and I wish I could give you the world, because you undoubtedly deserve it. You deserve nothing but good for all that you do for me, your friends and your family. You’re a ball of sunshine. But come on Oli..You know deep down that you’re not in love with me..You’re in love with the idea of being in love..You think that our lives should be like what they are in the movies..The two best friends that fall for one another and live happily ever after..” You explained, looking into Oli’s eyes softly, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze.

Biting down on your lip, you watched Oli sigh and look down to your intertwined hands, a pout now decorating his lips, a thoughtful look drawn on his face.

“We have a really wonderful friendship Oli. I’m so grateful that I can call you my best friend. I don’t want to ruin our friendship..I know what will happen if you kiss me..You’ll immediately regret it..because you know that we’re just destined to be best friends and best friends only.” You spoke, smiling sheepishly as Oli clung onto your clammy hands. “So many friends often force a relationship and try to live a fairy-tale, but they end up in a nightmare.” You spoke, gently playing with his fingers, watching him study you closely, causing your heart beat to pick up slightly. The butterflies swarming around in your stomach, certainly didn’t help the nervous shiver running through your blood stream.

“And deep down inside of your heart, you too, know that we should only be best friends..” You concluded, looking up to Oli’s eyes, noticing how glossy they look.

A thick silence fell over you both as you gazed into one another’s eyes. Even though it killed you to speak out those words, you knew it was for the best. You couldn’t lie to Oli. It would be completely wrong of you to lead him on, when you know that he can meet an amazing girl, that will love and cherish him forever, and love him with all she has.

A deep sigh passed Oli’s lips before he softly squeezed your hands. The first piece of communication that he’s made since you started to speak.

“You know..Sometimes, I really do hate how wise you are..” Oli tutted, an awkward smile twitching onto your lips.

“I don’t want to seem rude or impolite..but I’m going to let your words settle into my mind..and I’m just going to go home..and think about everything that you’ve just said to me..and it’s getting quite late..I’m pretty sure my mum is bouncing off of the walls looking for me..” Oli chuckled, scratching the back of his neck shyly.

Standing to your feet, you tugged your loose pyjama down shirt over your stomach, fixing your pyjama shorts that had hiked up slightly.

“Oli, you’re not rude or impolite, don’t be so silly. It’s perfectly fine..especially since I made the situation a little awkward..” You grinned sheepishly, running a hand over your plain shirt, before turning your attention back to Oli’s eyes. “I know right now, I sound like a complete bitch for what I said..but I know that later on tonight, you’ll realise what I said..” You whispered, seeing an embarrassed smile linger on Oli’s lips while he continued to rub the back of his head in an unsure manner.

“I’ll walk you to the door..” You smiled timidly, walking towards the hallway.

“No, no, no..It’s completely fine..If I’m being honest, I’m a little bit scared of your dad and this shotgun of his..So, I’m not so sure he’d appreciate you walking me out..But, I’ll send you a text when I get home..and maybe we can meet up before classes? Grab some lunch? Then maybe we can just laugh about this situation?” He questioned, biting down on his lower lip while eyeing you hopefully.

You laughed softly at his words, wrapping your arms around his torso, hugging him as tight as you would hug your soft toy bear.

“Lunch sounds really good.” You grinned, pressing a kiss to his blushing cheeks.

“Great! I’ll text you later tonight..but for now, I think you should go back into your room, just so your dad knows that I’m really not a threat.” He chuckled, gently giving your sides a squeeze before walking backwards out of your room, wiggling his fingers at you.

“Oli?” You smiled, folding your arms over your chest, seeing him look at you questioningly. “Thank you for being the best friend, that any girl could ever want.”

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Two Weeks Later

“Ms. L/N, I must say, the work you’ve done with that reckless boy Joe Sugg, has really shown in his recent exams.” Mr. Lawrence smiled, locking his fingers together.

You smiled stiffly at your teacher, who was now glowing with utmost pride and a beaming smile that was now competing with the sun.

“Thank you, sir.” You smiled, nervously twisting your fingers under the table. Breathing in a quiet deep breath, you could feel your heart thump heavily against your chest.

It was Friday afternoon, and you were now sat alone in your English class, looking over to Mr. Lawrence who was set behind his mahogany wooden desk. It was your official last day of school. You completed your exams and now you just had to anticipate a couple of more weeks until you could get your results. Along with completing your exams, you were now preparing for the graduation ceremony that would be taking place on Monday on the school grounds. It was something that you were now really looking forward to. You were now finally graduating and moving onto bigger and better things in your life, such as college. Speaking of college, the entire reason why you were now being held back on your last day of school, was because you needed to pick up your letter of recommendation from Mr. Lawrence.

“I mean really, Ms. L/N. Your work with Mr. Sugg was honestly exceptional! I knew that you would really help him improve in his studies and help him get the grades the he would need to get him to graduate. Have you ever considered a career in teaching?” Mr. Lawrence grinned, looking over to you with hope.

Smiling sheepishly, you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, wishing that the ground would swallow you hole. Your cheeks were burning, you could almost see the steam leaving your cheeks as the blushed a bright tomato red.

“N-No..I mean, I don’t really know if I would have the patience, you know? I mean, I don’t know how you keep it cool when guys like..Joe and all that just cause a lot of trouble almost every day, and I don’t know if I would have any patience to deal with them..a-and I would hate to fail someone on a test..” You grinned embarrassed, folding your arms in front of your chest feeling incredibly insecure.

You watched a small smile form on Mr. Lawrence’s lips, while you swallowed the thick lump that was resting in your throat. In all honesty, you just wanted to take the recommendation letter and leave.

You haven’t seen Joe since the night of the dance, and you were very grateful for that. Yet, every time Mr. Lawrence mentioned his name, a cold shiver would trickle down your spine, goose bumps would rise up on your arms. Memories from that horrific night constantly replaying in your head. Caspar’s words whispering menacingly in your ear making you want to vomit.

“I knew, that when I chose you to tutor Mr. Popular, that you would have some sort of affect on him. You don’t take nonsense from anybody. You just make sure that the job gets done. I’m so very grateful for all of your hard work and dedication. You have really sharpened that boy up within the last few weeks.” Mr. Lawrence grinned, looking over at you with pride.

Your blood was now speeding through your veins at his words. Your throat felt dry as he continued to speak about Joe and how you have somehow managed to transform him into a good guy. Shaking your head at the thought, you felt yourself grow sick at the thought of Joe’s actions. Joe never changed into some good nerd. Joe just put on one hell of an act and made you, and apparently Mr. Lawrence too, that he was now some sort of angel.

“Well, with a little hard work, nothing is impossible, sir.” You smiled tightly, nodding your head politely, willing that Mr. Lawrence would let you go.

“Ms. L/N, I’m so happy to hand this letter of recommendation to you. You were always my favourite pupil. I really do hope that you get into this college, but I know that you will. You’re a star pupil!” Mr. Lawrence gleamed, standing to his feet, making you follow his actions.

You grinned at his words, your mind now forgetting his high thoughts about the new and improved Joe Sugg. Right now, you were feeling a genuine smile coming onto your lips. You really have worked so hard throughout all of your school years to get into this university, and now hearing Mr. Lawrence almost guarantee you that you had a place, it felt very reassuring.

You couldn’t be any happier as Mr. Lawrence walked you to the door, giving your hand a firm shake before sliding the large brown envelope into your hands.

With your head held high, you swung your backpack over your shoulder and walked out of the large double doors for the last time. You felt a little bit teary eyed, thinking about the memories, the friends and all of the little adventures you’ve had within this building. Of course, those years were long and hard, the teachers were a total pain in the butt and the homework was like writing your funeral wishes, but overall, it felt pretty damn amazing to know that you no longer had to step foot inside of that building ever again. Now you were on to bigger, better, and much more exciting adventures.

Shovelling your letter of recommendation into your backpack, you walked over to your car. As you closed the door shut, you felt your body jump with fear, a scared gasp leaving your lips feeling a hand on your shoulder. Taking hold of the pepper spray on your key chain, you violently whipped your body around to face the strangers hand, only to feel a deep frown form on your lips.

“What do you want?” You spat, looking at the figure in disgust.

Dressed in his trademark football jersey and black, ripped skinny jeans, you looked at him in disgust, glaring at the signature snapback resting on his head. How dare he touch you. How dare he even come near you. Allowing your eyes to take in his appearance, you couldn’t help but look at the faded blue and purple bruises circling his eyes that Oli created.


“I just want to talk..You’ve been avoiding me ever since..” Joe spoke up, a guilty look spread on features. Scoffing at his words, you instantly rolled your eyes and fiercely folded your arms across your chest.

“Honestly, can you blame me?” You snapped, allowing your eyes to do a once over of Joe, feeling your stomach churn heavily at the sight of him.

As soon as everything goes your way, there’s always something to just knock you right back.

“Y/N, please I just want to talk-” He spoke up, a slight tremble in his voice.

“You want to talk? What do you want to talk about Joe? The fact that you lied to me, and made me feel like that I was the girl that won the bad boys heart? Or do you want to talk about how I’m only worth fifty lousy pounds?” You snarled, biting down on your tongue harshly.

“Y/N, you’re not worth fifty pounds! You’re worth a hell lot more than that! You’re worth more than all of the money and all of the gold in the world! Please, just let me talk! Let me explain! It’s the least you could do after your mate gave me two blue and purple eyes!” Joe frowned, confidence rising in his body posture.

“You deserved them.” You glared.

“I know I did.” Joe grumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “I deserve a whole lot more, Y/N. I know I do. I just..Please, just let me explain.” Joe pleaded, looking into your eyes with his sad and guilty ones.

Sighing deeply, you shook your head while biting down on your lip thoughtfully.

“Just give me five minutes of your time, please.” He whispered, stepping towards you, causing you to step back.

“You literally broke me, Joe. I knew that you were some f*ck boy, but honestly? You went as low as a bet? I never thought that you of all f*ck boys would do that. I am so repulsed that you would do something like that..I helped you with your homework and your study! I didn’t have to do any of that crap! I did it all to help you, and stupid me, fell for you and your little charm along the journey!” You frowned, looking at Joe with total disappointment. Quickly, you blinked back the tears that were threatening to appear in your eyes.

“I was a dick Y/N. I was a huge d*ck and I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for what I’ve done. I can never begin to make up for the way I have treated you. I know that the anguish and anger I see in your eyes is caused by me.” Joe spoke, a deep frown settled on his lips, a desperate and regretful look in his sea blue eyes. “ I saw the look in your eyes that night, when you finally realised what I had done. Your pretty mouth dropped open slightly and you were at a loss for words. You didn’t need to say anything, anyway, because I saw it all in your eyes–betrayal, disillusionment, revulsion. In that moment, I just wanted to crawl under a rock somewhere and hide. My actions have filled me with self-loathing and remorse. It’s difficult for me to look in the mirror and I’m not proud of the man I see there when I do. I don’t blame you for running away from me every time you see me. I don’t blame you for kicking and hitting Caspar and I that night. Whatever selfish gratification I thought I’d gain by my foolish act has disappeared like a wisp of cloud under the noonday sun. All that remains is guilt and a stronger resolve to be not only the man you want me to be, but to be the man that I want myself to be.” He stated, running his hands through his hair. Listening intently to his words, you could feel nervous butterflies rioting inside of your stomach as you took in everything Joe was saying. Your heart was pounding so hard against your chest, you could hear the thumping sound in your ears.

“I know it may be difficult to believe right now, but I really do love you and have honestly never loved anyone else. In the last few weeks, we’ve become so much a part of each other’s lives that I really can’t imagine my life without you anymore!” He exclaimed, heaving in a deep breath, eyeing you softly.

You felt your breath hitch at his words, noticing his blue eyes grow wide like yours. You felt goose bumps run along your skin, a lump forming in your throat as a silence was now filling the space between you both. Your heart was now racing so fast, you thought it was going to shoot up through your throat.

“You love me?” You whispered, biting down on your lip, seeing the grin on Joe’s lips begin to grow wider.

“I do Y/N. I love you. I love you, with all of my entire heart. I can’t lose you Y/N. Because my life has been better, ever since the day you finally decided to give me a chance.” Joe whispered, his figure now stepping towards you. This time, instead of retreating backwards, you allowed Joe to step towards you. “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite” You laughed quietly, feeling a small skip in your heart as Joe quoted Romeo and Juliet. Looking down at yourself quietly, you listened to a small chuckle leave his lips.

“Y/N..” Joe whispered, softly capturing your chin between his index finger and his thumb, tilting your head up to face his sincere eyes. “I love you, with all that I have. The bet, it was worthless to me. If we’re going to be honest, then I’m going to be completely honest with you. In the beginning, I thought it would be for a laugh. It was never my intention to hurt you, or sleep with you for money..That night..When we did get lost under your bed covers, it wasn’t for any type of money. It was for love, Y/N. Once we started to study and get to know one another, I just started to fall so hard for you. I tried to relentlessly call the bet off, but Caspar wouldn’t let it go. Y/N, I did not sleep with you for money. I promise you, I was never going to do that to you. I slept with you that night because I love you so incredibly much. I’m so deeply ashamed of my actions. I really am disgusted at what I’ve done, but I never would have taken the money. I’d rather drop everything I have, leave every one of my friends. I just want you, Y/N. I love you so much. You’ve changed me. You’ve shaped me. You’ve given me this power to see life in a different light, and to love so deeply. I know I’m really expecting a lot to ask you to forgive me, but the alternative of you ignoring me for the rest of my life, is too painful to even consider. Please remember all the good times we’ve had already, as well as all the good times that are still out there waiting for us to discover. I promise you a loyal, honest, loving man who has learned his lesson and is more determined than ever to make you happy and stand by you as long as you will have him.” Joe breathed, his hands now capturing your petite ones. You felt the tears that were glistening in your eyes, now break free and trickle down your cheeks. The happy thumping in your heart, was now overwhelming you. You could feel a certain type of emotion surge through your body.

Forgiveness?

Love?

Peaceful?

Amazed?

Breath Taken?

“When did you get so deep?” You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head side to side, trying to get rid of your tears that were staining your cheeks.

“Shakespeare had a little bit of influence..” Joe smirked playfully, a giggle leaving your lips.

Joe’s words left you speechless. To be quite honest, you never really expected something so emotional and heartfelt to leave his lips. You could see the honesty shining through his blue eyes. A lump forming in your throat while you gripped onto his hands a little tighter.

The words that you were about to say, were going to change everything. Maybe even your life.

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“And the last of our graduates of the class of two thousand and sixteen, is Y/N L/N.” You smiled broadly, walking onto the stage confidently, reaching your hand out to shake Mr. Jones, the principal of your school, hand.

You beamed, smiling in front of the hundreds of students you studied with, posing with your certificate. Smiling you walked along your teachers, shaking all of their hands before walking off stage and sitting down beside Oli. You honestly couldn’t believe it. Today was the day. You were finally graduating. After working and studying so hard through all of the years, it was now paying off. You were now sat proudly with your traditional black cap and gown, anticipating for your principal to announce you were finally a free woman.

“Now, I would like to take this moment to tell all of you, that I am so immensely proud of you. All of you, have studied hard, worked hard, and although you won’t admit it, I know you all had a little bit of fun along this crazy ride of high school. You’ve made friends, fell in love, fell out of love, explored yourselves, and gave it all you got. I know that the future is so bright for all of you. Who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll see one of you presenting the news. Maybe, one of you will be performing surgery in a hospital. Maybe one of you will be in a big time boy band like that One Direction band. Remember kids, education is the most powerful weapon in the world. It does not matter how slowly you go to reach your dream, as long as you never stop.” Mr. Jones, spoke with pride into the microphone.

You could feel yourself tearing up slightly. Of course, school was difficult. It was a long journey. Teachers piling on homework, exams, studying, break ups and make ups, finding friends and losing friends. It was an emotional rollercoaster that you’re now about to step off. In a way you were more than excited, yet you were still a little emotional. Now, you were going out into the big world, to travel, explore, love and live life to the full.

“I’m now proud to announce, that all of you are now the official graduates of two thousand and sixteen!” Mr. Jones exclaimed, a loud cheer leaving the audience of students, while black caps with gold strings were thrown high up into the air. A picture - perfect moment.

“We did it! We’re finally graduated, Y/N!” Oli grinned, picking you up by your waist, twirling you around making you laugh loudly.

“We’re free at last! We actually graduated!” You squealed, brushing away the happy tears with your finger tips.

“Oh Oli! You’re all grown up now!” Oli’s mum squealed, rushing over to you both with her blue digital camera, pushing you both together to take a picture. Smiling brightly at the camera, you kept your arms around Oli’s torso, smiling like an idiot as his mum snapped the photo.

“Perfect! You two are just so photogenic!” His mum laughed, snapping another photo of you both as you both bubbled up with laughter at her words.

“Oh Oli! Quick! Let’s get a picture of you and James!” Oli’s mum squealed, grabbing Oli’s wrist making you laugh as he looked at you with an amused and yet apologetic face.

Mums and their photos.

You gasped quietly feeling two arms snake around your waist, a soft kiss being pressed to your cheek.

“Congratulations graduate, you finally did it.”

Smiling brightly, you leaned back against the familiar chest, tilting your head to gaze into those bright blue eyes, that once had blue and purple bruises covering them, but were now completely covered with concealer, all thanks to his heroine of the day, Zoe.

“Why thank you, young sir. I must pass on the congratulations to you too.” You grinned, a giggle leaving your lips feeling Joe press his fingers into your sides.

“Can you believe it, we finally did it?” Joe asked you, twirling you in his arms so you could face him.

“Honestly? No, I really can’t.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Smiling up at the sight of Joe, you felt your heart flutter at the thought of him and how amazing this day was so far.

“Well, I can believe that you did. But me? I think this is really shocking!” Joe smirked, poking his tongue out of his mouth playfully.

You smiled proudly up at him. “Well, I can. You’ve really put so much effort into your work and homework over the last couple of months. You really knuckled down and now you landed yourself here, right beside me. I’m so proud of you, Joe.” You whispered, leaning up onto your tippy toes and pushing your lips against Joe’s. You felt Joe grin against your lips, before he leaned into you deeper, kissing you tenderly.

“Excuse me, Ms. L/N?” Pulling away from Joe’s lips, you blushed furiously, looking at a middle aged man, dressed in a fitting and very expensive looking suit.

“Yes?” You asked curiously, willing for your blushing cheeks to die down.

“Sorry to interrupt a beautiful moment, but my name is Mr. Anderson. I’m the principal of Your/University/Choice, and I am really delighted to tell you that you have earned the scholarship!” Mr. Anderson expressed, a delighted expression drawn on his face while handing over a large brown envelope.

You felt yourself grow into a state of shock.

“R-Really!?” You questioned aloud, opening up the brown envelope and revealing a large certificate, reading the words ‘Y/N L/N, SCHOLARSHIP’.

“We look forward to seeing you on our university grounds, Ms. L/N. We’ll see you in September. Enjoy your Summer.” Mr. Anderson chuckled, waving goodbye to you before vanishing into the grounds.

“Oh my god, Joe!” You shrieked, looking down to the scholarship certificate in your hands excitedly.

“I told you, that you’d get it my love! I’m so happy for you! I’m so proud of you!” Joe glowed brightly, scooping you up in his arms, kissing your lips instantly with passion. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you pulled his face closer to yours, feeling electricity surge through your veins while fireworks exploded in front of your closed eyes. The sound of them cracking and exploding, ringing in your ears.

“My girl is going to be a uni girl!” Joe shouted loudly, before laughing as you tried to hush him.

“Oi, love birds!” Oli called out, both of you turning in unison to face a grinning Oli.


Over the last couple of days, Oli has come to terms with Y/N’s relationship with Joe. Oli was happy that she was happy. That was all that he wanted for her, even though it may have hurt him on the inside. Although deep down, Oli knew that he and Y/N were only meant to be best friends, and that one day soon, he would find his true love.

“Well, smile for a photo!” Oli laughed, walking over to you both with his mums digital camera.

“Wait! This photo isn’t right!” Joe called out, turning down to your eyes with a mischievous smirk.

Joe took your graduation cap off of your head, before replacing it with his signature snapback, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Of course, Mr. Popular doesn’t wear a graduation cap does he?” You grinned amused, adjusting the snapback on your head.

“Now I do.” He smirked triumphantly, placing your graduation cap on top of his head before hoisting your body up onto his back.

“Cheese!” You both drawled out, smiling brightly at Oli who was thrilled to take the photo of you both.

“I’ll make sure that goes on a banner for the wedding!” He chuckled, before taking a couple of more pictures of you both.

“Hey, Joe..” You whispered in his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck while keeping your body on his back.

“Yes, my love?” He smiled, turning his head to face yours while keeping your body supported on his back.

Biting down on your lip, you couldn’t help the silly smile over taking them.

“I love you Joseph Graham Sugg, even if you are a bonehead at times.” You grinned laughing, pressing a kiss to his cheek, holding onto his body tighter hearing a gasp leave his lips.

“You want to hear something interesting, brain box?” He asked you, looking up into your eyes.

“And what would that be?” You teased, poking his cheek with your finger tip.

“I love you even more Y/N L/N. I’ll love you today. I’ll love you tomorrow. I’ll love you next week. I’ll love you for life. And even though I never won a scholarship or fancy academic trophies, I know I’m leaving this school as a winner, because I’ve got you Y/N. And you are all I’ll ever need.”

That is the story of how the Frat Brat fell in love and stole the heart of every man’s dreams.

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Hello lovelies!

How are you all?

Are you doing well?

Have you started school? I really hope that if you have, you are settling back in well and not getting lots of homework! Because honestly, who enjoys homework on the first week back?

This is really surreal writing this little note because I can’t believe that this is the ending of Frat Brat! I’m writing this with teary eyes! I’m so upset that this little story is over, it was most definitely one of my favourite stories to write! I really, really, really, really loved writing this and I really hope that all of you enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I’ve got some news though! I’ve got two pieces of news so please read!

I will be writing ANOTHER ENDING!

I left the ending for you to choose, and so many of you requested for Joe to be forgiven and then a lot of you lovelies also wanted Oli to finally win the girl! After reading your comments, and also being suggested by so many of you gorgeous lovely jolly souls, I’ve decided to write another ending to Frat Brat!

I just really want to thank you all for all of your incredible comments on the previous chapter! I was so overwhelmed! I really want all of you to know how much I love you, appreciate you, cherish you, and adore you! All of you are so beautiful, so fantastic, so sweet, so special and I really wish I could meet you all and hug you all so tight! All of you mean the world to me and I really want you all to know how special and loved you are, and all of you mean the world to me and I will always be here for you. If any of you are going through a tough time or are just looking for a friend, don’t be afraid to Dm me or send me a message! I’m always here to talk ❤️

Second Piece Of News

I’M MEETING JOE SUGG! AGAIN! ASDFJKL!

I am not writing this too gloat or boast about this! This is honestly the last thing that I want to do! I was so, so, so, so, so, so incredibly lucky to have met Joe in January at his meet and greet for Username Evie and I have never and will never forget that amazing day and how amazing Joe is.

The day the tickets were released for his book signing tour, I had no idea! I had gone to a friends house to see her go to her prom. When I returned home, it wasn’t until very late in the night. The next morning, my sister and I were eating lunch and she told me how Joe had released tickets for his tour! I was so shocked because I didn’t realise that he would be selling the book tour tickets so soon! I was upset at the fact I had missed the opportunity of getting a ticket, but I didn’t mind, once all of Joe’s fans got a ticket, because I know I’ve met him before, so I was really happy knowing that maybe a fan that was once me, who had never met Joe and always dreamed of meeting Joe, would get the chance to finally make their dream come true! Suddenly, my sister told me to open my e-mails, and I of course, was slightly confused, because I don’t usually use my e-mail unless it’s for college! When I opened up the app, I honestly, screamed! MY DAD AND MY SISTER WORKED TOGETHER TO GET A TICKET FOR ME! I COMPLETELY FANGIRLED AND DANCED AROUND THE KITCHEN LIKE A CRAZY WOMAN! I NEVER THOUGHT IN A MILLION YEARS, THAT I WOULD EVER HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO MEET JOE SUGG A SECOND TIME AND I AM SO INCREDIBLY THANKFUL FOR MY FAMILY FOR WHAT THEY’VE DONE FOR ME!

I’ll be meeting Joe in November and I am so super excited and nervous and overwhelmed! I really can’t wait! I’m honestly not the most artsy person or crafty person but I might do a little book for Joe and put messages from you little loves into it! I honestly can’t draw a stickman, but I might do this, I’m still trying to figure it all out!

Again, I honestly do not want to boast or gloat or rub it into any of your beautiful faces about this! All of you mean the world to me and I really just wanted to share this news with you!

I’m so sorry that this authors note is a little longer than usual!

I love you all so incredibly much and I really hope to post the second ending of Frat Brat either tomorrow or during the weekend!

I love you all so, so, so, so, so, much! Please never forget that!

All of my love xxxx