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Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 


You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

Originally posted by daily-walkers

7 Days of Heaven (Day 7 – Yugyeom)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-Youngjae Day 6-Bambam  

Characters:  Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage (light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it

Length:  5,768 words

A/N:  OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven! It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg).  I wanted to thank each and every one of you who had consistently shown love and support for this series!  I didn’t really expect to receive this much love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!

By the way here is the final installment, I hope it is good?  And things got a bit out of hand, as always, so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!

Also, please make sure to read until the end :))))))))))))))))  That’s it, enjoooooooooy!


At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come back.  They cannot make you stop talking about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on your guest room or living room.

“_____, let’s tak-“

“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?” Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum just let out a sigh.

“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s done.”  Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the older agrees.

“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can you say about him?”  Mark asks before downing the rest of his beer.

“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn!  He is so sexy when he dances.  Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn!  It is the first time that I envied a fucking floor.  Can he hump on me like that too?  Huh???  What do you think?  That will be great, right?  Damn…” You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.

“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed, okay?  ______?”  You nodded and you barely had your eyes open when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your room.  Jaebum and Mark just sighed before cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back so that they can all go home and call this a night.


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anonymous asked:

hi mom! can you please do the apartment!au for shinee?

me back at it again with the shinee aus when will i stop

Onew

  • when someone asks him if he has kids onew is always like ,,,,,,, do i really look that old,,,,,,, and the person is like oh no!! i was just asking?? and onew has to excuse himself and sit in his apartment quietly for the next four hours lamenting over how he’s become a Dad without having any actual kids
  • calls over jonghyun to help him see if he’s got any grey hairs growing
  • tried to keep plants for a while but they all died and sat on his windowsill for a month before he remembered to throw them out
  • is pretty indifferent to how his apartment actually looks and he gets scolded by key because “hyung,,,,,your bed sheets are hot pink and your rug is mustard yellow and your pillows are zebra stripes this place is a Hot Mess”
  • onew’s most well known for being really really good at saving up money. like ,,,,,, he knows all the grocery stores that are having sales on eggs like a month in advance. the old ladies love him
  • he’s always got coupons in his wallet and coupons pinned to his fridge like you won’t catch onew paying those extra 75 cents for milk no sirie
  • and you’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks,,,,,,where the hell your sunday coupons have been going. someone always delivers a flyer of a bunch of them over the weekend but you haven’t gotten any???? and it’s so weird
  • but one day as you’re leaving early to get some laundry done you open your door and there’s your neighbor onew,,,,,,in his hands,,,,,,,,your coupon flyer
  • and you’re like “THIEF”
  • and onew is like “wAIT ,,,,, I CAN EXPLAIN”
  • and you’re like “four weeks of coupons. you owe me FOUR. WEEKS. OF. COUPONS.”
  • and onew is like,,,,,,,,,fine ill give you all the coupons i have right now to make up for it and you’re like pfft how much is that like five??
  • but he legitamtely pulls out a wad of coupons that looks like a wad of cash and you’re like holy shit there’s like fifty in here and onew is like “im the King of getting thos Good Deals”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god but also you’re interested,,,,,like how does one become the king of good deals
  • and onew is like “it all begins with a zen body and a zen soul,,,,,and then you think about how money rules everything and if you can get bread ten cents cheaper today that ten cents can save you tomorrow”
  • and you’re looking at him like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,why am i so attracted to you right now
  • and onew is like “oh it’s because im also handsome” and you’re like good point
  • and he’s like “ill take you out sometime when i get enough coupons to get us two free dinners at the kfc down the street”

Jonghyun

  • you know those neighbors who decorate their door for every holiday even if they don’t celebrate that holiday. that’s jonghyun. 
  • like jonghyun you’re not irish why is your door covered in green banners and glitter and pots of gold and a life size cutout of a leprechaun,,,,,,,st.patricks day isn’t even that popular in korea
  • but also like jonghyun is really hard not to like because he’s got a glowing personality that’s so upbeat and open minded ,,,,,,,well then there’s probably some Sad Salty people who wouldn’t like it
  • but you know,,,,,, he’s cute if he sees the grandma’s outside practicing their morning yoga he’s like “doing great ladies~” and he like ruffles kids hair or gives them snacks that he’s bring back home
  • like he’s a cheerful guy and his apartment is obviously that of a laidback person because he’s got blankets like everywhere and half-eaten bowls of cereal on the floor next to magazines thrown haphazardly here and there
  • but like if anyone has any complaints he’s like “hey, my kitchen has a vase with a flower in it that isn’t dead. that’s all the aesthetic i need”
  • mostly he uses his bedroom as a practice studio and sometimes he gets too loud but if anything people like his voice too much to tell him to stop
  • and you know jonghyun because of a tiny little,,,,,,,,,,,ok very big,,,,,feud you’ve both had going on when it comes to new years decorations
  • like every year you see jonghyun go all out and finally you were like, you know what, i wanna do that too
  • and so you ended up buying a wreath slightly bigger than his and getting lights on your door and jonghyun,,,,,,,,,,,well jonghyun decided this was a battle now
  • and so every time new year comes around everyone is like whoose door is gonna be prettier yours or jonghyuns???? 
  • and this year jonghyun even paid onew fifty bucks to stand infront of his door dressed as a snowman for added Effect
  • but you know onew so all it took was some food and onew betrayed jonghyun in a heartbeat and jonghyun,,,,,well jonghyun ends up pounding on your door and he’s like “that’s against the rules you can’t BRIBE my decorations,,,,”
  • and you’re like “there are no rules jonghyun also did you just call onew a ‘decoration’??” and jonghyun is like NOT THE POINT why are you trying so hard to beat me
  • and you’re like im not,,,,,,i jsut want a pretty door and he’s like HEY don’t play innocent and you’re like hmm,,,,idk what you’re talking about,,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “you took away my snowman, now i can take something of yours away!” and he reaches out to take off your wreath but then he’s like “wait. is this made of mistletoe?”
  • and you’re like “yeah wh- oh wait” and jonghyun’s hand is already lifting and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,we’re under the mistletoe wreath,,,,,,” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but we’re enemies”
  • and jonghyun is like “in the end you’re the cutest neighbor ive ever head and we can keep being enemies but like why not kiss and see where that takes us?”
  • and you’re like oh my god how did he transition from being pissed at me to flirting with me so naturally
  • but you’re like you know,,,,whatever jonghyun IS pretty cute himself so you lean up and jonghyun uses his free hand to cup your cheek
  • and when you pull back you’re like “so? we’re still enemies?”
  • and jonghyun is like “well,,,,,,,,,how about this you give me another kiss and i take this wreath and we’ll call it even. maybe we’ll even call it,,,,, are you free this weekend for a date?” 

Key

  • put his dogs names up next to his on his nameplate outside his apartment 
  • more pet furniture than people furniture,,,,,,closet bigger than my hopes and dreams,,,,,,a stock of different wines in the refrigerator as well as an assortment of cheeses and grapes
  • is the only member of his group to have actually purchased wine glasses to drink wine. onew drinks it out of a mug, jonghyun broke all his glasses, minho drinks from the bottle and taemin is banned from wine. and anything that isn’t really lite beer
  • everyone who owns a dog in the building admires key because holy moly,,,,,he keeps them so well cleaned and they’re so well mannered and key is like “Yes, these are my Children”
  • a really good neighbor because for the most part he just locks himself in his room and watches dramas while shit talking them over the phone with friends
  • and when he does have people over it’s like,,,,,it’s never loud or crazy they all just sit in a circle and discuss the Drama while looking at fashion magazines or doing face masks like how,,,,,,ideal
  • speaking of Drama key lives for the building drama like omg what did miss kim do with the other miss kim’s husband last weekend WOAH do tell
  • you know key because out of everyone on your floor you,,,,,literally have never gotten into a fight with anyone or started anything and key is just like ,,,,,,,whenever he sees you he’s like how can a person be so lowkey 
  • and key is sure you’re hiding something so one afternoon you hear a knock on your door and there’s key,,,,,,,,holding a bottle of what you presume is like champagne and he’s like “we haven’t properly got to know each other so i came over to offer you a drink ^^” and you’re like o,,,oh sure come in
  • and key is like looking around and you’re like oh no is he judging me??? but in reality he’s just trying to see if there’s anything weird about you or like,,,,,,,,if there’s anything that gives away a secret
  • but you moved in only a couple of months ago so you haven’t done much with decorating
  • and you like take the bottle of champagne but you can’t open it no matter how hard you try and key chuckles because,,,,how cute and opens it with like a flick of his wrist
  • and you two sit,,,,,,at first in awkward silence as key swivels the glass around in his hand and you’re taking nervous sips trying to think of small talk
  • and key finally is like “tell me the truth: you’re actually a royal in hiding?” and you’re like fhljsasfd what???? and key sits back and is like “there has to be something about you,,,,,,,,something about you that you want no one to know since you have become close to anyone else out of your neighbors”
  • and you’re like????? i mean not really im just a busy ,,,,,,person???/
  • and key is like hmmmmm and you’re like “i,,,,,uh,,,,,,really hated this recent drama” and key perks up and is like “oh - why?” and i guess you just get super heated about this drama
  • because you end up talking for a while about how bad the plot is and how the actors could have been put in another better work and key is like “fINALLY, someone unDERSTANDS ME”
  • and you two both just go off about how you hated the main antagonist and for all the wrong reasons and how the main girl was such a mary sue and blah blah blah
  • you guys end up talking for like four freakin hours until key is like “i need to go and feed the kids!!” and you’re like kids?? wait oh dogs
  • and key is like “i thought you were gonna turn out to be some kind of freaky bug collector or something,,,,,,but you’re really cool and we should totally meet up and watch that other drama coming out so we can talk about how it’s definitely going to be a horrible nightmare”
  • and you’re like ok????/ at the bug collector thing but ok!!!!! and meeting up
  • and key smiles and he’s like “also, you look cuter with your hair down like this. really casual and nice. keep it like that more often” and then he’s gone and you’re left with a pounding heart a bit and half a bottle of champagne 

Minho

  • more gym equipment then necessary in his apartment,,,,,used those display cabinets that usually house like silverware to display all his signed soccer balls
  • has a ps4 but only to play one game: fifa
  • to put it bluntly his place looks like a ‘bachelors pad’ but at least it isn’t as messy as jonghyuns (or as hoarded up as taemins)
  • and for the most part minho is really liked by the neighbors because he actually takes the time to recycle and he’s nice enough to volunteer his time to help with morning exercise for the elderly if he can
  • but also minho please stop wearing a headband to bed,,,,,,no one does that,,,,,,,,, please
  • has the habit of putting the tv volume all the way up during a game and sometimes also yelling even louder than that tv and he’s had some noise complaints made about him,,,,,,im not going to lie
  • but he’s just a passionate boy who really loves sports and has a good heart like he calls his mom every chance he gets and gives some of his money to charities to help fund more afterschool sports clubs for kids like,,,,,,,a sweetheart
  • and you’ve been friends for a good while. sometimes you’ll come over and watch the games with minho and his friends and yes there are times when you’re there for the actual game. other times it’s because he orders an insane amount of pizza and you’re all about that
  • but also like,,,,,,,,,,for as long as you’ve known him,,,,you’ve always found minho like really super cute,,,,,,,
  • so seeing his concentrated face on the game, handsome features like a strong jaw and soft brown eyes like,,,,,,,you don’t mind coming over for the View
  • but as always,,,,,you somehow end up embarrassing yourself in front of the people you like
  • and it’s the most embarrassing when you lock yourself out of your apartment and knock on minho’s and he’s like “what’s up?? why do you look so down??” and you’re like “minho,,,,,,,we have a problem”
  • and when you purpose the idea of opening his window so you can climb out of it and try and stretch your leg out to the ledge of your own apartments balcony
  • minho is like,,,,,,,, “we’re five floors up though,,,,,,” and you’re like pfft that’s nothing ILL BE FINE
  • but then you two open the window and you look down and you’re like ok frick no i wont be fine
  • and minho is like “hey, you can spend the night here and in the morning get the landlord to unlock your door” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,spend,,,,,the night,,,,,,,
  • and minho grins and is like “ill take the couch, you can have my bed!” and you’re like oh my god,,,,and he’s like “here you can borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in since you don’t want to sleep in what you wore outside” 
  • and you’re like,,,,,this feels very,,,,,,intimate
  • and when you change into the oversized jersey you’re like,,shyly coming out and minho is on the couch and when he looks up like not even he can hide his obvious stare
  • and you’re like WELL ILL JUST ,,,,,,,,, go to sleep and he’s like “it’s 8pm though” and you’re like Right,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you sit down beside him on the couch and it’s a little (a lot) awkward but then minho is like “how about i teach you to play FIFA?” 
  • and you agree and before you know it you’ve got your hands on the controller and minho is cheering you on and you’re like i SUCK but he’s like you’re doing great!!!!
  • and once you get your first goal minho like pulls you into a hug and you snuggle your face into his chest
  • bUT THEN YOU’RE BOTH LIKE OH SHIT IM SORRY!!! And let go and it’s like you’re both blushy and like ok someone cut the tension with a knife just tell each other you like each other and makeout let’s gooooo 

Taemin 

  • described as “interesting” by most of the people in the building 
  • has no sense of like,,,,,,throwing things out like he’s very much a hoarder and likes to collect trinkets and things he finds amusing but then forgets about in like 10 minutes but like now it’s here,,,,taking up shelf space
  • you know when people are like “i just picked this up off the floor and wore it” like taemin does that but he literally does that like ,,,, it’s not like he pulls things out of his closet it’s like “oh! there’s a shirt on the kitchen counter and some pants hanging off the bathroom wall,,,,,,,ok good outfit”
  • but he also has some kind of cute, nostalgic things in his apartment like pressed flowers he’s hung in frames and pictures of him and his friends when he was really young
  • and he never bothers anyone, sure he can come off a little,,,,,,eccentric with mostly black and white wardrobe, multiple piercings, and like,,,,,long skinny body
  • but like,,,,,he’s sweet also the neighborhood stray animals are attracted to him like a magnet. they’ll follow him home and he always has to carry them back out onto the sidewalk with a really sad face
  • and your window is right across from taemins,,,,,like you’re neighbors but in different buildings but you also see him around the neighborhood a lot
  • and you’re like well one day you notice that when you look out of your window at like 3 am because you’re up doing work you see the lights on in taemin’s living room and then you see him?????????
  • dancing????????
  • to like???? a song from the 70s???? and then straight up like trot music and you don’t mean to be Weird and stare but there he is sliding around his living room dancing
  • and you think it’s endearing because tbh you have your own Weird quirks about you that you’ll do when no ones watching like everyone does it
  • but it’s cute and nice to know that there are other people out there who dance to old music at 3 am
  • and maybe it’s because of taemin or maybe because you always wanted to do it you turn on this popular idol groups song at like 3 am one day and decide you’re gonna teach yourself some moves
  • and you’re trying to get into it, really just giving up on actual dance steps and just like dancing around your house being weird and like serenading your pillow
  • and when you do a twirl you look over and you swear you see taemin’s lights on as well
  • and you’re like dhkgjf i need to stop before he,,,,,,sees me like i saw him
  • but the next morning as you’re at the bus stop you notice taemin is there too and he’s ???? walking over to you???//
  • and you don’t talk much but he’s like hey!! and you’re like hi?? and he’s like “so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you dance at random times at night too?”
  • and you turn cherry red because oH GOD HE,,,,saw you
  • but taemin is just grinning and he’s like “it’s fun right? i bet a lot of people do it but it’s cool that we’re neighbors that both do it - that way we probably don’t bother each other!!”
  • and you swallow but you’re embarrassed and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t believe you saw that,,,,,,” and taemin just gives you a shocked expression and he’s like 
  • “don’t be so flustered, it’s cool!!!!!! we should have a dance-over one day”
  • and you’re like a dance-over?? and taemin’s grinning again and he’s like yeah! it’s a sleep-over but instead of sleep we dance!!!!1
  • and you’re like huh omg that sounds fun and he’s like it is here, take my number
  • and he pulls a pen from his bag and flips your hand over to scribble down numbers on your palm and you’re like hehe because it tickles
  • but the bus is coming and taemin is like i gtg, but text me!!!!! and he gives you another smile
  • this one that makes you realize that up close,,,,,,taemin is so damn cute and now you have his number like,,,,,,,,,,,,way to GO and it’s all thanks to you two being big dorks who love to get jiggy with it at night LOL 
It All Comes Down To You (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x reader / Avengers x reader Two Part Series - Part 1 Part 2

When the love of your life suddenly dies in your arms, you don’t think of having children anytime soon. But in your case, the universe (or rather your uterus) decided for you. [~3400 words]

warnings: S A D N E S S, angst, major character death, mentions of blood and violence, pregnancy, language, friendship-fluff (platonic fluff maybe? idk)

A/N: I guess my hiatus is over then (if anyone even noticed it haha). enjoy, though! feedback is always appreciated

Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

“BUCKY!” As fast as your legs would carry you, you ran towards where you had heard the gunshots. You didn’t care that you could be hit by a bullet as well, your eyes were solely on him.

Ignoring the shouts and orders coming through the intercom, you knelt next to him. Instantly, your hands pressed down on the wound as hard as possible. “It’s gonna be fine,” you said but Bucky’s eyes were already closed.

“You listening to me, love?” There was no answer. “Bucky?!” The panic was evident in your voice. Seemingly startled, his eyelids slowly fluttered open.

“Y/N.” Bucky forced a smile for you but he couldn’t fight off the drowsiness and how foggy everything suddenly felt. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”

You shook your head furiously, partly to shake off the tears that clouded your vision and partly because you needed him to know that you would never, ever forget him. “I love you, too. So much.”

“Y/N?” This time, it was Clint who called your name through the intercom. “Where are you?”

“Bucky is down. He got hit.”

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missing you - tom holland imagine #4

Originally posted by spiderholland

about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises. 


Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!


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The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.

“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.

“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.

Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.

And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.

“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.

“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.

“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”

You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.

This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.

It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.

“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.

The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.

Your phone beeped once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.

You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.

It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.

A text came in. You peeked.

Tom x : babe, what’s up? u  just hung up?

10. 50 pm

Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.

10. 52 pm

Tom x : why did u decline the call?

10. 58 pm

Tom x : did i do something wrong?

11. 05 pm

You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.

Me : idk ask zendaya lmao

Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.

Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.

Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?

11.08 pm

Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.

11.09 pm

Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.

11.11 pm

 

Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx

11.13 pm

You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.

His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.

His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.

Probably for my reply, you thought.

When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.

Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx

11.25 pm

“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.

He picked it up immediately after the third ring.

“Hello?” he said quickly.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.

“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”

“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”

You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.

Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.

Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.

You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.

You missed him so much.

And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.

-

The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.

There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.

You missed him too much.

Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.

Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.

You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.

Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛

7.30 am

Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.

7.45 am

Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry

8.30 am

Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE

8.35 am

Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel

8.36 am

Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me

8.38 am

Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you

9.00 am

Tom x : i jusT PUKED  I WISH YORE HERE Y/N YOU MAKe me FEEL BETTER

9.28 am

Tom x : I MISS YOUUUY

9.35 am

You stared at the screen, taking it all in.

Tom got drunk last night.

Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.

Instead, this was from Harrison.

Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there’s nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would’ve told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.

You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.

It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.

You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x

Jughead Jones | My Little Serpent (part two)

Count of words: 1749

Warnings: none

A/N: I just hope you like it♥ also I from now will be doing 13 reasons why imagines ♥ YAYYYY ♥

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part one

Original request :

@TAYRAE515 ASKED:
OK SO DON’T HATE ME BUT I HAD ANOTHER IDEA! COULD YOU DO ONE WHERE YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN ARCHIE’S YOUNGER SISTER AND YOU AND JUGHEAD ARE REALLY CLOSE FRIENDS SO WHEN HE BECAME A SERPENT YOU WERE AROUND THEM A LOT AND BECAME FRIENDS OF THE SERPENTS AND BECAUSE THEY TAKE CARE OF THERE OWN THE OFFER YOU A JACKET TO AND ARCHIE AND BETTY AND THE GANG FIND OUT AND GET UPSET, THEY FEEL LIKE THEY ALREADY LOST JUGGIE AND DON’T WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND BUT YOU JOIN AND IDK FLUFF? JUGHEAD X READER. 💕💕💕

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Could you possibly write a continuation to My Little Serpent please? Preferably where Fred finds out about the Reader becoming a Serpent and how he responds, also maybe him, Archie and the others finding out about the reader and Jug’s relationship. Sorry if it’s too much!

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My little serpent part two pleaseeee 😍

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I found your blog and I love everything on it. It’s so amazing!!! Are you planning on doing a part 2 of my little serpent? If so, thatd be amazing!! I hope you have a fantastic day c:


The whole night you spent on that couch. He would say things to calm you down but your tears would not stop. He wouldn’t give up though. He would hold you in his arms stroking your hair and back in attemts to relax you. “It’s ok Y/N. It’s gonna be alright. You can stay here for as long as needed. You know the serpents love you. I love you,” he said. You stopped crying after he said that and you just stared at his face. “Yo-you love me?” You asked surprised. Jug didn’t reply so you took matters in your own hands and you kissed him. You kissed him with so much love you had never shown to anyone. “I love you too,” you uttered before the boy took you in his arms bridal style and run to the bedroom playfully as you laughed. He seemed so happy you said that, so he through you on the bed and run to the window and opened it. “My little serpent loves me back,” he screamed repeatingly so every one would know.

Warm sunrays hit your face that beautiful morning, removing you from the comfort of your much needed slumber. You were locked within a pair of strong arms that, took you a minute to realise, were Jughead’s. One of them was firmly wrapped around your waist, while the other was placed underneath your head, comforting it as the muscules worked as a pillow. It was a moment to savor but you were cut short when the events of the previous night hit you like a brick wall. You moved a little and stared at the jackets resting next to the double bed. One was huge, enough to cover your body down to the knee, meaning it was Jughead’s. The second was smaller. It was a little bit longer than a normal woman’s lether jacket but it was indeed yours. You started feeling uneasy due to the memories of the things said between you and your brother to the point hot tears begun streaming down your face. You didn’t take notice that Jughead was awake and watching you until he softy kissed your expossed neck and turned you around, pulling you close to his body, hugging you as if you’d be gone.

A knock on the door was what took you out of that beautiful moment the two of you shared. You thought that whoever it was would leave and come another time so you could cuddle some more, but the knocking was prominent, leading you to the conclusion that it was importand. With an annoyed groan your now boyfriend made his was to the small kitchen/ living room, where the door was placed, and opened it not asking who it was. You heard a manly voice but you did not know who it was, until you heard yelling as well. “Let me see her Jug. She’s my sister,” the voice said. “No! She practically cried herself to sleep last night because of you, Arch. Hell, she woke up this morning and the first thing she did was cry,” Jughead argued back to the reportively red headed boy before him. “I am sure of that and that’s why I’m here. I want to apologize,” he pleaded until you walked to the scene, nodding for Jughead to let Archie in. 

After Archies apologizes things seemed to be a little bit calmer. You returned home with him; leaving the jacket at Jughead’s obviously, trying to figure out how to tell your dad that you were one with the so called criminals of the town. You were sure he would not be very happy about it. But you did have to tell him eventually, i wouldn’t be a secret for ever. 

It was a cold night and Jughead had taken you from you house to go on a walk, meaning to walk to the Whyte Wyrm, cause it seemed that that’s were your walked always end up. You were holding hands and talking about everything and anything as you reached your first stop; his trailer. You wanted to take your jacket from there, not only to shield you from the cold wheather, something Jug was doing on the way there, but also because you enjoyed the vibe it gave you. After picking it up you made your way to your actual destination and walked in with no second thoughts. 

You knew almost everyone in the bar and everyone was actually so nice. There were a couple of guys that walked up to you, hugged you, informing you how glad they were you accepted their signature jacket and more. Some even came up to you and refered to you as the “Serpent’s Queen”. You found it funny and stupid as you were no queen, but rather a simple high school student spending too much time in the ‘wrong’ side of town. But they insisted, which was very sweet. Still you couldn’t understand why.

The night unrolled smoothly and it was time for you to go home. Once again Jughead would walk you there. You were actually so caught up in the conversation that you forgot about the jacket, and you walked inside your house with it on. “Dad, I’m home,” you called after seeing your dad by the kitchen island. “Hey, sweety. Would you mi- What are you wearing?” He asked slightly mad. “Well I’m pretty sure I’m wearing what I was before leaving the house earlier,” you replied sarcastically, laughing a bit at your dad’s reaction. Archie was by him watching the scene and trying to inform you that you were still wearing your Serpent jacket. “Shit,” you mumbled under your breath when realising that. “Is that a south side serpent’s jacket that you’re wearing?” Fred said walking closer to you and inspecting the item. “N-no?” You stated, more like questioned. “Y/N, what are you doing with a serpent’s jacket?” Your father asked as he gently pulled you to the kitchen, where your brother was watching the scene unfold. “It’s Jugheads?” You once again guestioned-stated, trying to find a good explanation to feed your dad with. But it didn’t work. “Y/N Y/M/N Andrews, the truth,” your father demanded, aggravated of you lying. “Ok, look,” you sighed. “I’ve spent so much time in the Southside with Jughead that the serpents feel me as one of their own.” “You are not, for God’s sake. Take that jacket of, now.” “Dad no!” you protested. “They care about me. They are family. Did you know they had one of their own to take care of me? Because your dear son and his friends can not understand when things are to dangerous? Huh? Did you? Did you know how your lovely son has been dragging me into every single one of their problems and ‘adventures’, putting my life in danger? “ you yelled at your father, completely livid at what had just happened. “Go to your room, darling. Sleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. You are seeing red now and you just don’t know what you are talking about,” he requested trying to clean your angry tears. “No. I’ll go to Jughead. You should have a little talk with Arch here. Maybe you’ll actually get informed about how many times this year they’ve put my life in danger. Without telling me, or asking me to help,” you replied and run into your room to call Jughead. “Hey, it’s me. Can I sleep over? Yeah? Great. Pick me up? Thank you. Yes. Just hurry.” After you hung up you started packing a little bag with some essentials. You had no intentions on coming back until Archie admitted to his actions. 

Jughead indeed hurried to pick you up, scared that anything would have happened to you. He was relieved to see you just fine but he was confused when he saw your packed bag pack. “What’s that for?” He questioned when he started the car once again. “I was curious if you minded me staying at yours for a little while,” you confessed. Jughead was shocked but tried to hide it. “Just for a couple of days. Until my brother stops being a prick.” You added and he laughed a bit. “You will always be welcome, baby,” you smiled at the nickname given to you by the raven boy. For a moment nothing mattered. Seeing that you didn’t reply, Jughead turned his head to check on you and you softly smiled up at him. “I love you,” he quietly mumbled, placing his free hand on top of your thigh. “I love you, too,” you said back, taking it into your small arms and fidgeting with his fingers. After that everything was calm. You soon reached your destination and Jughead quickly allowed you to enter the warm and cozy home. Swiftly, he picked you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom, where he allowed you to change after giving you a big sweatshirt of his and a pair of his boxers. He simply removed his clothes, revealing his underwear and then pulling a T-shirt over his head. “Come here,” he ordered after resting his body down on the comfortable mattress. You obligated and moved close to his open arms, where he embraced you in a hug, keeping you there for the rest of the night.

When the morning came around and the warm sun embraced the two of you, Jughead just pulled you closer to his body, lovingly, as if you’d leave if he didn’t, both of you still in deep slumber. A few stray hairs were covering your calm face, your lips slightly parted as your head rested in the crook of his neck. His right arm was firmly wrapped around your waist as his other hand was resting on top of your head, caressing it in his sleep every now and again. It was a moment to savor for anyone watching, but not for long. A loud thud was heard from the kitchen/ living room and footsteps were making their way to the small bedroom. You were still sleeping but Jughead woke up when a deafening gasp came from the surprising visitors. Archie, was one of them, and he quickly let his anger take over him, screaming at his friend. “Not here. She is sleeping. Let’s go outside,” he suggested and got out of the bed, making you wince at the lost of contact. 

“What’s gotten into you? Why were you and my sister like that?” Archie begun and Jughead got ready to reply. “Arch, stop,” Betty burged in. “We both know you were trying to avoid it but it would happen and you knew it,” she reasoned. Jughead seemed lost but quickly caught up with the two. “They are finally dating and you should be happy for your sister.” She said smiling warmly at your boyfriend. “You don’t understand B. My sister became a serpent because of him. She’s slowly drifting away from me,” he confessed looking down. “You are taking her away from me,” he whispered to Jughead. “I am not Archie. You are pushing her away. You simply need to accept she is her own person. You will not always be able to make decisions for her.” He said and smlied warmly at the red head. “He’s right, Arch,”  you commented entering the small living room where the red head was, accompanied from the blond girl and the raven boy. “You will not always be there to make decisions for me. But I appreciate you try,” You added hugging your brother. It seems that for once, things were good. 

that time Caitriona Balfe is the nicest human ever

I need to preface this by saying: I think ECCC was a bit under-prepared and overwhelmed by how many Outlander fans were there today. The lines were INSANE. I waited, each time I met Sam and Cait, no less than 45 minutes and over an hour for the autographing. and by the time we had made it to the hotel after the panel, to attempt the first autograph session, it was already filled up. at like 12:15. the panel ended at noon so like….HARDCORE. I am not so hardcore. I left and came back hahahaha

THIS GOT REALLY LONG IM SORRY

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Title: Doubt
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,220
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Assumptions of infidelity, a bit of self-deprecation
Notes: Request from @multipotens for “idk if I already sent you this (if I did oops) but could you maybe write a Kurt X reader where he’s jealous of warren cause the reader and him are best friends (both the badass leather jacket people at Xavier’s) and when people hear that Kurt is crying in his room the reader comforts him and flufffff? ugh nervous and insecure Kurt is my life! thank you so so much I love ur account!!!!” // Thank you!!

Originally posted by claracivry

When you know someone extremely well, it’s easy to tell when something is bothering them. They may never intentionally give any indication that something’s wrong, but nevertheless, you can still tell. And that was how you knew that something was up with Kurt.

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Badboy!Taeyong

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• thanks for requesting!!! and also double thanks because i haven’t written about taeyong in a while and i love him

• also idk if this is what you wanted because it accidentally turned to fluff but feel free to request again if it isn’t!

• basically this is the au where his actions (mostly) match his looks because we all know he’s as soft as his hair

• let’s gooooo


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Before It’s Too Late (part 6)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I haven’t seen my best friend in like a month  (bc she goes to school and I do online school) and on the weekends she’s always doing something and I can’t see her this weekend because she’s packing and I can’t see her next weekend because I’m going up north and it’s just so ugh.

“He what!?” Wanda, Peggy and Natasha screech over the phone. You wince and pull the phone away for a split second.

“Could you guys scream any louder?” you huff.

“Y/N Bucky fucking kissed you!” Natasha responds, the others humming in agreement.

“He almost kissed me. Almost.” you correct your friend.

“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you two could have kissed.” Wanda says. “So why didn’t it happen.”

“He has a girlfriend, Wanda. I can’t just go around kissing the guy! That’s fucked up.”

“Y/N, how long have you been in love with the guy?” Peggy asks.

“Since I was sixteen.”

“And how long has Kirsten been in love with him?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s Kristen and I have no idea.”

“Let me rephrase; how long have Bucky and Kristen been together?”

“Three months.”

“Exactly. You’ve known him longer. It’s like your god-given right to be with him.” she tells you and again you roll your eyes.

“You guys… I can’t. He’s happy, okay? I just want him to be happy.” you frown.

Natasha sighed. “You need to stop hurting yourself like this, Y/N. Seeing him with her, hearing him talk about her, I know it hurts you.”

You bite your lip and look out the window.

“You need to tell him how you feel. Before it’s too late.”

You breathe in. “It’s already too l-“

“No it’s not. Stop saying that.”

You open your mouth to respond but footsteps from the stairs catch your attention and you turn around seeing Bucky making his way down.

“I gotta go, Bucky’s coming and I haven’t spoken to him since yesterday.” you quickly whisper.

“Alright and tell Bucky how you feel!” Natasha exclaimed.

“Maybe. Bye.”

“No, not ‘maybe’ you better-“ and you hung up.

You slip your phone into your pocket before walking over to the fridge and pulling out the apple juice. Just as you were reaching for a cup, Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was shocked to see you mostly because he had thought you went out shopping or went to meet up with Wanda, Nat and Peggy.

“Oh, hey. I didn’t expect to see you here.” he says.

“Well this is my parents house.” you respond, not looking at him as you turn around and place your cup on the counter.

Bucky scratches the back of his neck. “Right.” he watches you pour the apple juice into the cup before taking a step forward. “Hey… can we talk about yesterday?”

You froze with your hand on the fridge. Squeezing your eyes shut, you take a deep breath. You were hoping the two of you could just forget about what had happened. You really didn’t want to talk about it.

“What about yesterday?” you ask, putting away the apple juice and turning around.

“When um… when I almost… kissed you.” he held his breath, waiting for you to respond.

“Oh!” you exclaim. “Oh that. Right.” you chuckle and Bucky had never been more confused. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take it seriously or anything. You were just messing with me like how you always do.” you lift your cup to your lips. “Right?”

It takes Bucky a few seconds and he felt something inside him but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He smiled. “Right.”

But it wasn’t a genuine smile.


The first week had gone by in a flash and it was now the 23rd of December which meant last minute gift wrapping.

“What do you mean there’s no wrapping paper!?” Bucky screeched as he tugged at his hair.

“I mean there’s none!” you pace the room. “I thought my mom had some, I swear. I guess she used it up wrapping presents this year.”

Bucky sighed. “Do you know what this means?”

“We have to fight our way through last minute Christmas shoppers.”

“Just like last year.”

Last year for Christmas Bucky called you up and asked you to go to the store with him to get some things real quick. Of course, you said yes.

You groan. “But last time we did last minute shopping there was one last roll of wrapping paper and some lady nearly killed me for it. I don’t wanna die, I’m only twenty-one.”

Both yours and Bucky eyes widen and you turn to look at each other.

“I’ll get the keys.”

“I’ll get our wallets.”


You make it to the store and let out a groan when you see people rushing around for last minute items.

“God this is worse than black Friday.” you murmur. “Speaking of black Friday, do you remember the time when-“

“No time for reminiscing!” Bucky cut you off, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the back of the store where all the Christmas things were.

“We need the stickers with the names on it and some bows and tape!” you say as Bucky picks up three rolls of wrapping paper.

“Doesn’t your mom have all that?” he questioned but when he saw the look on your face and he looked at the wrapping paper in his hands, he nodded. “Yeah… Let’s go get that stuff.”

The two of you got the bows and tape, now all you needed was the name tags. You and Bucky searched the shelves until you spot one last booklet of name tags at the bottom of the box.

“Bucky I found it!” you exclaim and with a smile, you reach for it but as soon as your fingers grasp it, another hand grabs it as well.

You look up, seeing a lady who was already giving you a death glare.

“This is mine.” she says.

“Technically it’s mine because I grabbed it first.”

She huffs and tugs at it. “Let go, it’s mine!”

You exhale and gulp. This is it. She’s gonna kill you. And for what? A book filled with-

“Hello, ma’am?” Bucky appeared next to you. “I was just talking to my co-worker over there,” he pointed over to one of the stores employees, “and he said we have a brand new box full of name tags so if you could just-“

The lady didn’t give him time to finish his sentence before booking it to the employee. You look over at Bucky and smile.

“Thanks. I was already saying my goodbyes to everyone.” you say and he laughs.

“Let’s go.” he grabs your hand. “I lied to her. They don’t have box of name tags.”

“You talked to him?” you nod over to the employee who was talking to the woman.

“Yeah. He said they wouldn’t be getting a new shipment of name tags until tomorrow morning so we better get going.”

You look over at the lady and the employee only to see her looking back at you with a scowl.

“Yeah, let’s go. I think she figured that out.”

After paying the two of you head home and up to your room.

“Alright, I’ll set everything up and you bring the gifts over.” Bucky says. You nod and gather the gifts - that were still in the bags – and bring them over to where Bucky was seated on the floor.

While he sorted everything out, opening the tape pack and bows you separated yours and Bucky’s gifts as to not mix them up.

When you were done you sat next to him.

“Alright, let’s get wrappin’.”


A/N: so while I was writing this my arm was burning and I was like wtf so Ilook at it and there’s scratch marks on it and I’m like wtf? I haven’t been scratched? So I ignore it and continue to write and then a couple of minutes later my arm starts burning again but towards the left more and I look and I have scratch marks there too. The scratch marks moved to the left, even crossing through my scar I got when I was l like 6. It was really weird. Now they’re gone but I dunno. It was pretty freaky. Anyways, I hope ya liked this part, tell me what ya think!

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I don’t really know what this is, but I couldn’t shake the idea so… Here’s a little post 5x20 thing.

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“Oliver, man, I really think you need to go to the hospital,” Diggle said as soon as they’d gotten both Oliver and Felicity safely back upstairs into the old campaign office.

“I’m fine,” Oliver argued, moving a little unsteadily on his feet before bracing himself against a desk.

The bloody gash on the back of Oliver’s head from what was probably a pretty spectacular fall down an elevator shaft told a different story, but before John could argue Felicity was already at Oliver’s side.

“You hit your head so hard you passed out, Oliver,” she said, wrapping a hand around his wrist. “Which was not a fun couple of minutes, let me tell you. I thought…”

She trailed off, lip quivering slightly, and John didn’t even have to see Oliver’s reaction—the way his shoulders slumped, expression softening—to know that the argument was over.

“You should go, too,” he said softly, placing a hand on top of her’s on his wrist. “Your chip…”

“It’s probably fine,” Curtis interjected, causing everyone to look in his direction where he was standing beside Rene and Dinah. “As long as it’s working again it shouldn’t… be… much of a…”

John swung his gaze back around in time to see Oliver glaring at the younger man. When he turned back around Curtis’s eyes had gone wide and he looked appropriately nervous.

“But you should probably still go get checked out,” Curtis said, gesturing to Felicity. “Better to be safe than sorry, right? And you do have a head wound, too, so it probably wouldn’t be a bad thing to…”

John was almost impressed by Curtis’s Felicity-worthy babble, but his friends had clearly already tuned the man’s ramble out, lost in that place where only the two of them existed. He felt his lips pull up in a smirk as he watched them interacting with each other in a way he hadn’t seen in far too long.

“I’ll go as long as you go,” Oliver murmured after a few moments.

Felicity smiled, eyes crinkling in amusement, before she winced. Her hand shot up, gently touching the wound at her hairline. “Yeah,” she agreed with a nod, “we should both go. Probably gonna need a professional to do the stitches if I don’t want to end up looking like Rene.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rene asked.

“You know, cause of your…” Curtis chuckled, gesturing to his own eye to indicate the scar on Rene’s face.

Oliver laughed, moving away from the desk and gently throwing an arm around Felicity’s shoulders when she gestured for him to use her as a crutch, though it didn’t escape John’s notice that Oliver seemed a lot steadier than when they’d first pulled him out of the bunker.

“What’s that supposed to mean about my face?” Rene asked again.

Curtis eyes went wide and Dinah stepped up, patting him on the shoulder, but John didn’t stick around to see how that argument ended. Instead, he followed Oliver and Felicity out to his car.

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“Everything looks okay,” Dr. Schwartz said, looking at the chart in front of her. “But you really need to stop getting concussions.”

“That’s what I keep telling him.”

Oliver turned at the unexpected voice to see Felicity leaning against the doorframe, ankles crossed. A bandage covered the wound on her forehead she’d received when the EMP had knocked them both across the bunker.

Oliver wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt a rush of relief at seeing her. It could have been because she was clearly okay, despite Adrian’s attack, or it could have just been that she’d bothered to come find him at all. It was probably both.

The warm smile on her face was definitely a relief after everything that went down with Helix and then Adrian attacking them in the bunker. Oliver had ended up admitting things about himself to her that he’d never so much as considered telling another human being, especially not her. But, somehow, it seemed to be exactly what they’d needed. He’d felt like a weight had been lifted as they spoke. The wall that they’d built up between them finally toppling as he confessed his biggest fears to her. And her being here in his hospital room, that smile on her face, despite everything, only proved what Oliver already knew to be true.

Felicity Smoak was remarkable.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Oh!,” she laughed, gesturing to the bandage on her head. “Yeah. Didn’t even take many stitches.”

“I know in your line of work it can be unavoidable sometimes, but you should be cautious. Both of you,” Dr. Schwartz said and Oliver saw Felicity stiffen from the corner of his eye.

Her eyes went round in surprise that the doctor knew their secret, before her expression melted into a kind smile.

“We could definitely stand to take a few less risks,” she agreed, moving over towards the bed Oliver was leaning against. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to him,” she said, voice soft and earnest as her gaze met his.

Like always, everything started to slip away, leaving nothing but the blue of Felicity’s eyes. He remembered a time when that sensation had scared him, but now it felt like coming home. He’d missed it.

“I’ll go get your paperwork started,” Dr. Schwartz said, interrupting the moment. She moved for the door with a knowing smile. “When you’re ready.”

Oliver nodded before glancing down at his feet, suddenly more uncertain than he’d felt in a long time. He wanted to reach out, to cup Felicity’s face in his palms and make sure she was really alright. But, despite the warmth that had suddenly replaced the epic cold front their relationship had been experiencing, they weren’t there yet. They might never be there, Oliver admitted to himself, feeling his heart sink.

“So…” she said and he glanced up to see her smiling. “You ready to go home?”

The words cut through him. They were everything he wanted to hear, but he knew she hadn’t meant them the way they’d sounded. Which she realized half a second too late, judging by the suddenly nervous look in her eye. But when she spoke, it wasn’t exactly the awkward babble Oliver was expecting.

“I mean, my home. You know, the loft,” she clarified, then took a deep breath and he watched as her blue eyes filled with a steely kind of resolve. “I think you should come home with me.”

Oliver’s mouth dropped open and he could only stare at her dumbly for a moment. Long enough that she heard what she’d said.

“Not” —she gestured wildly in front of her— “like that! I just meant…” She paused, regaining her composure. “You’ve been staying in the bunker and now that Chase has compromised it… I don’t want you staying there.” Her eyes went soft as she smiled. “Stay in the guest room. That way I know your safe. Besides” —she grinned— “I know for a fact the bed in the guest room is more comfortable than that cot you’ve been sleeping on.”

Oliver couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face, he really couldn’t. “Oh, do you?”

Felicity’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t back down. She stared up at him, eyebrows lifted pointedly, until he finally nodded.

“Okay”.

Dyslexic Spot HC’s that turned into more a fic plot, but I cannot write yo

-I’ve seen in a couple of fics that some people have a Spot that can’t read, but what if he was dyslexic?

-Spot doesn’t like other people knowing he’s dyslexic, and will do everything he can to get out of reading things in front of people, and definitly out loud in front of people

-A lot of times though, he can’t get out of things, and growing up in Brooklyn, if you have something that other people see as a weakness, you’re gonna get picked on.

-It did not take long for Spot to lash out and hit people who would laugh at him in class when he had to read something out loud. 

-The kid loves math though, and it hella good at it

-So, freshman year of high school, a few months in he has already been suspended a few times for attacking other students (they say it was completely out of the blue, but it was always after these kids would be horrible to him for being dicks about his dyslexia), and it happens again.

-So he transfers to a Manhattan high school before he gets expelled, and promises his foster mum that he will try and stop the fighting.

-Spot wanting to avoid any conflict, just does not speak to anyone. And anyone that tries to speak to him get a super dirty look till they stop. and adopts a resting angry face

-poor Spot gets sat next to Race in English, who has no fear, and tries to talk to him. Just to receive a dirty look then be ignored

-Race tries to initiate conversations quite a few times every lesson, but every single one fails.

-About a month into joining the school, Spot moves to AP(??? idk I’m english) Math, he won’t admit it ever, but he asked to be moved there cause the normal math was boring.

-Spot gets sat next to Davey [who has heard a lot about what Spot looks like from Race], and Davey, trying to be a nice guy, slips him a note in the middle of the lesson

-Davey writes in cursive, fight me on this

-So Spot cannot read the note for the life of him, and just scrunches it up before he gets too angry

-Davey is an observant lil shit, and noticies that when Spot opens the note, he gets a very confused look on his face, which quickly changed to anger, before the note getting scrunched up. 

-Which confuses Davey cause all it said was  “welcome to AP Math, good luck! - Davey”, however the anxious child does not even attempt communication again

-In English one day, a lil later in the year (Spot still keeps to himself and is lonely child), the class is reading 1984, and the teacher is making everyone read a page each. 

-When the teachers tells the class this, Race notices Spots face flicker with fear before going back to resting angry face. And Race passes him a note to ask if he is okay. (Race’s handwriting is literal scribbles)

-Therefore, Spot takes one look at the note and doesn’t even bother, but when he looks at Race and see’s that he’s worrying. Spot writes back a note saying “I’m dyslexic”. He writes it a few times trying to make it look right but gives up after attempt number 4 and just passes it to race anyway.

-Race reads said note, looks at Spot (Who is looking down at his hands with a nervous look on his face), leans into him, and says “I’ll get you out of this, just play along”

-Spot just gives a slight nod, he will do anything to get out of this. 

-So race just jumps up and starts shouting at Spot about how he is a horrible person and “I can’t believe you!!!” 

-Spot plays along and gets up and starts shouting back

-The teacher tells them to go to the principals office and sort it out

-Once they’re out the classroom, Spot walks next to Race to the principals office in silence, but just before they get there, he says a small “thanks”

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That’s all I got. It’s very long, and I can’t write actual stories, so here is a shitty start to a plot thing?? (also, I am not dyslexic, so I don’t understand what it’s like, I just did some research, but please correct anything that is wrong!)

Intuition {S.M}

requested// imagine from Shawn’s point of view where you are best friends with Shawn and his family says you are perfect for one another and he should do something about it

author’s note// all my imagines are going to crap idk if im gonna keep up with this page much longer

masterlist 

I loved her. I knew for a long time that I loved her, but for a good while I didn’t know if that was right. 

Okay, now before you call my crazy, just here me out. 

Haven’t you ever loved someone that you knew wasn’t the one for you? I know that sounds cringey and stupid, but you know what I’m talking about. That one person that you fell in love with, but they were so wrong for you, so unhealthy, even so mean to you, but you fell in love anyways. 

Well, I was convinced she was that for me. I thought she would never feel the same, and I thought that she would never love me the way that I loved her. I thought that she would always just see me as her best friend who was always just there. That’s what she was to me until the eighth grade, if we are being completely honest. We were at the school dance and I saw her in that cheap Macy’s dress with the beads falling off of it, and I thought she was so beautiful. She had been my best friend for like, five years, and I had never seen her like that. Now that’s the only way that I see her. 

And it’s been seven years now, I’m always on tour, and she was always with the kids she taught. She was a classroom assistant for fourth graders, she’ll be an actual teacher in a year. It’s kind of adorable. But we continue to be best friends. We continue to stay in touch even though she is in school and I’m almost never home. And I continue to harbor these absolutely disgusting feelings for her that she probably has no idea about. I’m pretty sure no one knew about them. 

The weird thing is, there weren’t even dating rumors about us. We had been seen in public together a few times, and photos surfaced, but it wasn’t ever,

“Shawn Mendes and mystery woman???????” 

Which baffled me to an extreme extent, but at the same time I’m glad. 

I’m rambling, aren’t I? 

Okay, so summary of the backstory before I get to the point:

I’ve been friends with her since third grade, been in love with her since eighth grade, she’s graduating college this year and I still haven’t told her how I feel, I do the pop star thing and we continue to be best friends, and I’m coming home for a month to take a break from tour and I’m seeing her tonight. 

Okay, let’s get on with it then!

“I’m excited to see you!” She beamed. I could tell through the phone. She was excited. I hadn’t seen her in person in six months, and I missed her more than words could say. 

“Me too!” I smiled, and I knew she could tell that I was. She just laughed a little, and I heard the line click off. I sighed and slipped the phone next to me as I placed my other hand back on the wheel. I was nervous to say the least, because I decided that seven years was long enough and tonight I would decide to tell her how I felt. 

Or maybe I wasn’t. 

I don’t know. 

But I do know who to ask. 

I pulled into my driveway, seeing the exact face I wanted to see. My sister, Aaliyah. I purposefully came home about an hour earlier than my parents get home, so I could talk to her before they got home. She sprinted to my car, waiting for it to come to a halt, and when it did, she ran over to the door waiting for me to open it, and when I did I thought she was going to cry when she jumped into my arms. 

“Shawn, oh my god!” She held on so tight as I let out a chuckle. She was happy to see me, I was guessing. I was always close with my sister. She always knew what was going on. She always knew what I was feeling, and she got it. Sometimes even when I didn’t tell her. “I missed you.” I squeezed just a little tighter, and  hoped she’d never have to let go, so I pushed the thought of having to leave soon out of my head. 

“Yeah? I missed you too kiddo, but I need your advice.” I pulled back, my sister doing the same. She smiled.

“I knew you would. Come on.” She started to go inside, and I followed her. I just left his suitcase in his truck, knowing he would be back out for it later. I walked up the familiar steps into my house, my black boots clonking on the wooden steps. “I’m pretty sure I already know too.” She mumbled, walking into the house, the scent of home washing over me. It almost hurt that I had been gone for so long. I loved this place with everything I am. I instantly walked into the kitchen, seeing that oh-so-familiar tin of blueberry muffins, grabbing one, and sitting at the bar. Aaliyah did the same, and as she sat down she let out a sigh. “What do you need my wise high school kid help with?” She bit into her muffin, obviously incredibly content. 

“Y/n…” I trailed off peeling the wrapping off of my muffin. God, I missed these. 

“You mean your future wife.” She stated non-nonchalantly. I almost choked on that muffin I shit you not. 

“What?” I coughed, trying to form words and get air into my lungs. 

“Shawn, come on. You love her. Jesus, everyone knows. It isn’t hard to tell. Even my friends know. Like seriously, you don’t hide it well. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t know.” She paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment and it caused his stomach to drop about seven stories. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she felt the same way.” That was seventeen stories. 

“Really?” I choked out, not even trying to take another bite out of that muffin knowing I would probably die. 

“Yeah, really. In all honesty, you really should have gone and seen her first instead of waiting for six a clock tonight and just tell her what you’re feeling. You’ve been harboring these feelings for what? Five and a half years?” She stated, still engrossed in that muffin. 

“Actually seven but..” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Pretty sure she’s at work anyways…” I knew very well she wasn’t. I was honestly just trying to think up an excuse on to why I shouldn’t go over there. 

“Fat lie. Call her, tell her you’re coming over, and then go tell her how you feel.” My sister basically demanded. All of the things that could possibly go wrong, or go right even, ran through my head at about a million miles a minute. No, more like a second. She could say no, she could say that she didn’t want to ever talk to me again since she didn’t want to have to deal with my feelings. She could laugh at me. Or, she could feel the same. She could jump into my arms and we could live happily ever after. And I’d really like to see the outcome. 

“Aaliyah, I know I just got home, but I really have to do something.” She didn’t even say a word and I knew she was fine with it. I instantly got up from the bar and walked out of the door. My courage was rushing through my veins and I hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t just go away. I instantly got in my car, put the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. My blood was boiling over with anticipation and in that moment I was so incredibly grateful that her house was only five minutes away. Because I was pulling into her driveway before I could even give it a second thought. I took a deep breath, making sure not to think it through again before I hopped out of the car and out onto her driveway. I took long, fast strides up to her front door, and knocked. She had gotten a tiny house of her own, only one story since she hated the idea of an apartment so much. I looked at the white paint that was chipped, most likely from the previous owner. It seemed like forever and a half I was waiting until I heard that door creak open. I looked over, her long legs uncovered since she was only wearing some pajama shorts, her arms pressed against the door frame, those only covered up by a long sleeve purple t-shirt. 

“Hey, you’re early.” She laughed, and god, it was a heavenly sound. Her dark skin glowing in the early afternoon sunlight. “Wanna come in?” She asked. 

“No.” I shook my head. “I just have to say something and then I can leave or stay or whatever it is you want.” I took a deep breath again, and she nodded her head, as if telling me to get on it with already. She crossed her arms and waited. “Okay well, so like this may be creepy but i’m in love with you?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I am, and I have been for a while but I thought It’d just be better if you didn’t know but… But at this point it’s just sad and I wanted you to know I can leave now.” I instantly grew embarrassed and started to turn away, but I felt her hand wrap around my wrist and turn me around. 

“God, it took you long enough. I’ve only been waiting for you to tell me since what? Ninth grade?” She bit her lip and smiled at me. 

“Eighth grade, actually.”

author’s note// OH MY G O D ITS GROSS I HATE IT WHY DO I EVEN WRITE ANYMORE I NEED TO DIE NOT WRITE also i made the y/n a poc cause freaking every imagine is a white hoe and its sickening. cant wait to get triggered messages even tho theres literally oNE sentence about her being a poc!!!!! bye!!!

Advice PT 2

Warnings: Smut

ORIGINAL Request:  Hey can u make a part 2 to advice, like idk a few years later and y/n is still a virgin and like she is in a relationship and the guy wants to have sex with her but she’s insecure about it so she end up asking justin to take her virginity cuz he’s the only one she trusts and then the end is up to you

This has been so heavily requested and I’ve just been busy. I’ve got four exams coming up this week….THE STRESS!! But here it is anyways.


Savorous flavour exploded throughout my mouth, the crunch of crispy goodness so satisfying to my ears. Dusting my bright red finger’s of the dust residue from the product onto my pants.  Something about flamin’ hot cheetos was just so addictive, and I honestly could not put the packet down. 

“Hey, stop hogging the Cheetos.”  A raspy voice, with a mouthful of candy suddenly chirped from beside me. Fiddling my legs around his lap slightly, I leaned back against the armrest of the couch and hugged the packet towards my body further, pointing towards him with a bright red stained finger.

“I’ll stop hogging the Cheetos when you stop hogging the Twizzlers.” I replied sassily. 

Justin looked down at the king size packet of twizzlers in his lap, then down at the cheetos in mine, before looking back into my curious eyes. “Swap?” 

Confliction passed over my face. Is a pack of twizzlers really worth a bag of cheetos? “Only if I get the Snickerz as well.” 

“What?! No way. Only If I get the Reese’s Cups.”

“Hmm? Deal.” 

The rattling of wrappers, bags and packaging echoed throughout the air as we exchanged candies between each other, a smile settling on my face once the twizzlers were in my hand, practically drooling at the pinky red goodness.

“So.” Justin suddenly began, munching on a now open packet of reese’s cups. “How’s that boyfriend of yours going?”

My eyes shot away from the candy in front of me, the sound of T.V in front of us suddenly disappearing into the back of my mind. “Why do you ask?”

Justin eyes me suspiciously, “What do you mean ‘why do you ask’? We always talk about our relationships, does it bother you now?” He raised his eyebrows, reaching over towards the bag of jolly ranchers between both our legs.

Yes, I know. We bought a lot of Candy.

“No, It’s just, you haven’t asked about him in a while. Just came as a surprise I guess.”

“Yeah I know. Like you said it’s been a while, I wanna know if the man’s treating my princess right.” He smiled, leaning over to tossel my hair.

Pouting like a child, I used my pointer finger to swat away the flyaways Justin released from my ponytail and sighed. “Yeah, Hes all good.”

“Awesome. How long you been together now? 2 - 3 years?” 

“Around that long.” 

“Wow. That’s a pretty long relationship. longer then I expected.” He mumbled the last part.

“Honestly, after everything that’s happened, I’m surprised weve last this long also.” I sighed quietly in hoped that he couldn’t hear me.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

My eyes widened in realisation that he had heard me, even though it really shouldn’t have been that much a shock considering the boy is literally less then a foot away from me.

“N-Nothing. Can you pass the sour patch kids.” 

Slowly handing the packet towards me, he continued. “Y/N, if somethings wrong, you can tell me. You should tell me. No one should treat you any less then you are.”

“Its nothing Jay, I’m not worried about it so you shouldn’t be either.” I mumbled, picking at the packet which suddenly didn’t seem as appetizing any more.

Justin sighed. “Y/N, it obviously bothers you If your acting like this so of course I’m gonna be worried. You can tell me.” 

My eyes darted up from my lap which the candy sat on over towards Justin truthful eyes, looking for any sign that spoke ‘Just kidding. I don’t wanna hear about you dumb problems.’ But to no avail.

“Lately,” I dragged on, “He’s been pressuring me.”

“Pressuring you into…?” Justin questioned. 

“Into…Sex -”

Justin’s eyes widened, shooting forward to sit up straight. “What?! Y/N That’s not okay!”

“No! Justin wait, before you blow up - He isn’t doing anything. I just know he really wants it. Like, every time we get in the mood, and I pull away, he tells me that’s it’s okay and that he’ll wait until I’m ready. But I can just tell by the look in his eye that he’s disappointed or annoyed. I’m just…not ready.” I sighed.

“Not ready? Or not prepared?” Justin suddenly questioned after a few seconds of silence.

Stunned, I glanced up “What?”

“Y/N, I’ve known you long enough to know that you love to be prepared. Like your obsessed with preparing. Are you not ready to have Sex because you don’t wanna lose your virginity yet? Or because your afraid you won’t know what to do.” He questioned, yet the last sentence was more of a statement if anything. 

The thought had never occurred to me. Was I really just avoiding Sex because I was inexperienced?

“I-I don’t know.” I stuttered “Maybe I am.”

“Y/N, look at me.” 

My eyes raised over to peer up at Justin, shooting me a comforting but firm look. “Sex, It’s a great thing - really. But your never going to be prepared at it if you don’t give it a go. There isn’t a way to be prepared for Sex. It just happens. And when It does, It’s magical.” 

“Really?”

“Really. You just gotta go for it.”

“Will you show me?” Before I was even processing the words passing through my lips, they had already escaped and a wave of dread and humility had overcome my body before I could even catch a glimpse of Justin’s reaction.

He was stunned. Completely quiet, with a mouth slightly agape, all before he shook his head, cleared his throat and peered down on me with a mask of emotions. “You want me to show you?” He whispered.

“W-What…Oh my God! I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to say that. That was stupid, I’m sorry.” I rambled. “You probably think I’m weird or completely crazy or somethin-”

“No Y/N , It’s alright.” Justin quickly added, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder to calm me. “I don’t think it’s weird, a lot of people do it.”

“Do what?” I questioned.

“Ask there best friends for experience. I’ll do it - if you want.”

“Y-You’ll do it?” I questioned almost in a statement type of way.

“If you want.” He repeated.

My mind stirred with crazy thoughts, all battling each other for the correct words to slip past my lips. But before I could be consumed In thoughts and emotion’s I quickly let the first and most gut ridden thing escape my lips. “I want you to take my virginity.”

“I’ll do it.” Justin softly replied, stroking my cheek. “And I’ll do it just the way you want. Tonight is about you.” Slowly, with each word, he position himself on top of me, slowly crawling up my body before my hand shot out, stopping him before he could connect our lips. 

“No Justin. I want to do this. I wanna be in charge.”

Justin was surprised by my confidence, but nonetheless smirked and sat off my body. “Well, lead the way princess.”

Quickly, I placed the many packets of candy on the floor, and shuffled forward to place myself over top Justin, straddling his lap. “Don’t be afraid to ask questions.” He offered.

“Okay, what turns on a guy? How do I start?”

“Well,” Justin began, licking his lips. “For starters, every guy is different so I wont say this will work for sure, but for me, I love it when a girl is confident. Like you.” A blush founds its way onto my face, causing justin to smirk. 

“Try starting with a little grinding.” Justin informed. His hands suddenly grasped each hip, gripping the flesh tenderly as he began rolling them around his crotch. “Move like this.”

Moving in sync to his hands, I circled my hips, rubbing down onto his area until I could feel him standing against me. 

“Damn baby. Your really good.” He moaned. 

Brushing back my hair,  I continued to roll against him until I was satisfied with the hard on I had currently given him. At this point he was practically a grunting mess, eyes squeezed shut as he sat back and enjoyed the show I was putting on.

“Now what?” I questioned.

Justin’s eyes slowly squinted open through some conflict and eyed me breatlhlessly, “Well, you’ve turned me on that’s for sure. At this point you have a choice. You can tease him a bit with a blowjob or just get straight into it".

“I know how to do blowjobs do I don’t need any practice at that.”

“Then guess we’re getting straight to the dirty part.” Justin smirked. Before I knew what had even hit me, Justin’s hands shot out towards me and in a matter of seconds, my shirt - along with my bra - was on the floor.

Instantly as instinct, my hands shot over towards my breast, hovering over the exposed and hardened nip in attempt to hide myself. Justin has seen me naked before so I really don’t understand where this sudden shyness came from - but I guess this just seemed a little more intimate then the other times.

Justin shook his head, his hand approaching mine, just slightly brushing over the skin before grabbing a hold of my wrist gently prying it off.

“Don’t hide. Your absolutely beautiful.”

My cheeks flushed red as my arm was removed and placed down at my side. Justin suddenly leant forward, placing his lips down on the skin between my neck and collar bone.

“absolutely beautiful.” He repeated, this time quieter.

My head rolled back in pleasure after feeling the graze of his teeth on my neck. This was becoming way more then practice - and is it bad that I didn’t mind?

“Justin.” I moaned.

This one word sent both Justin and I over the edge. He suddenly jumped up, pinning me underneath him then quickly yanked my denim jeans down until they were pooling around my ankles.

His fingers crawled up my legs, meeting my thigh before stopping right at the waist band of my lace underwear.

Slowly sliding his fingers under the waistband, a shiver ran up my spine at the feeling of his cold fingers making contact with my sensitive nub.

His fingers whirled and spun magics against me, and after a simple few minutes I was a panting mess.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” Justin rasped into my ear. “Has anyone ever made you pant? Made you so wet that I could do this with ease.”

And suddenly, a force and feeling of fullness had taken over, running throughout my whole lower stomach as two fingers slid into me with no hesitation. My eyes widened, back arching into Justin’s chest until I had both arms wrapped around his neck.

“Does it feel good?” He questioned, pumping in and out of my tight heat.

My head shook up and down quickly, not being able to Let any words slip from my mouth at the feeling of mass pleasure. The feelings of my juices not only pumping in and out along with Justin’s finger - but dripping down my leg, dissolving into the bed sheets.

Justin’s fingers sped up for a good couple of seconds, soon slowing down before fastening one more time. Repeating this motion multiple times - it was as if a sudden switch had flicked inside my mind, as I spun around and positioned myself on top of Justin, his wet and slick finger falling out of me.

“My turn.” I growled.

Before I even knew it, I had removed my underwear along with the shorts and Calvin’s of Justin, positioning myself on top of his erect dick.

With Justin positioned lying underneath me, and myself hovering over Justin with one of his hand resting on my cheeks, my lip fell in between my teeth in anticipation. It was all finally happening.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Justin questioned, all seriousness present in his eyes.

My focus flickered up to his face, spotting the lust hidden behind his orbs and instantly lowered myself onto him as an answer.

Justin growled sexily, a whimper escaping me at the burning sensation shooting through my Entire pelvis.

“Is it hurting?” Justin asked once I had settled his whole length inside me.

My head shook up and down slightly, my lip caught between my teeth worried that if I opened my mouth a cry of pleasurable pain would escape involuntarily.

“Do you want me stop?”

“No.” I quickly replied. “It hurts. But I feels really good.”

And soon I was moving just to prove that I could handle his length. It started slow and painful before soon, the pain had mostly subsided leaving me with a mass amount of pleasure.

My speed quickened as my high began approaching. Panting and breathless grunts filling the room as i continued.

“Oh fück baby girl.” He growled. “You said it’s your first time? i think you might of lied. Feels so good damn.”

“Shit Justin.”

Sweat layering my body, hair clinging to my face. Thrusting faster And faster to approach my high. And that was quickly approached, especially when Justin reached over and gripped my ass.

My vision went blurry, eyes widening in shock as my first and probably most forceful high to ever be given by a guy over racked my body.

The feeling of Justin slipping out of me, watching as he pumped himself aggressively until white streaks of cum had shot up and landed straight on my stomach was too hot handle. And as my high subsided I was left panting on his arms.

“I’ve never came that fast before.” Justin said. “Was it good?” His eyes met mine, sincerity laced between tired orbs.

“Amazing.” I smiled, cuddling my arm to nestle it on his cheek. “Couldn’t have asked for better.”

Our lips met suddenly, alarming me slightly. Wasn’t this technically cheating?

“Justin?”

“Yeah baby?” He asked, placing wet kisses down my already bruised shoulder.

“I think I have feelings for you.”

His actions halted, eyes meeting mine. Worry flooded every inch of my body as I anticipated his reaction. Should I have just confessed that?

“Me too.”

And before we knew it, we were attacking each other in loving and joyful kisses.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you write a kinda cute/smutty/funny imagine where the reader lets it slip that she has a thing for harry in that mick Jager outfit. So he kinda teases her about it.

Anonymous said:Hi I really need a blurb or imagine? Idk what you call them sorry where you go with Harry to SNL and you get excited about meeting Colin Jost and Michael Che because you love their skits and Harry gets a bit jealous of your attention on them?? You can end it however I just need this in my life please

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Hahaha I’m laughing at myself right now, this is so corny. But I hope you like it anyway.
So I’ve had these requests in my box since I wrote the last SNL blurb, so I truly apologize for taking so long to write them. As you can see, I decided to combine them since they’re both about the SNL night.
P.S. I hope you get the Stones references in the end.


Live From New York

We gotta get away from here…

Harry’s lyrics were still ringing in your ears as you watched the stage being set up for the next skit. Your stomach flipped when you realized it was going to be the Weekend Update segment. You liked this skit in particular, having always had a little secret crush on Colin Jost and Michael Che. Perhaps it was their humor, and the way they would sometimes roast each other that got your juices flowing, but they always managed to crack you up.

“Hey, come with me,” you heard to your left.

You turned your head in time to see Harry walking toward the dressing room. Hesitantly, you followed him, quickly returning your focus to the monitor set up on the wall.

“Sit with me for a minute,” he requested, beckoning you to the sofa where he sat.

Smiling, you did what he asked, taking his hand.

“You were great.”

“Yeah?” he grinned.

“Mmm hmm,” you nodded. “I especially liked seeing you in that white Mick Jagger suit.”

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Can I Sit With You?

Request: Heyyyy, could you do a peter parker x reader fic where either she and peter go to the same school and she is the mean and popular girl, or she joins the avengers after discovering her powers and is kinda catty towards peter at first but warms up to him, idk these are kinda strange prompts. (super random thought maybe she can control metal???) I love your blog BTW.

Warnings: .. Mean.. Reader?

Originally posted by spiderholland

You had a new found confidence in your walk, not that you weren’t already confident, but today was special. Steve Rogers himself had come to your house to ask you to be an avenger. Now you walked around the school knowing that you were gonna be a hero.
So you went up to your favorite target ‘Peter Parker’. He was a grade lower than you and usually just put up with everything.

He was sitting in the spot that you wanted to sit in, so you just went up to him and cleared your throat. He sighed lightly, got up and moved to a different table.
You sat down and started enjoying your lunch, Thinking abut what it would be like later when you go to your first training. You had the power to control metal, which you didn’t use that often to be honest, but maybe they would teach you to control it better.

On the way to class, you accidentally bumped into Peter. But, he probably thought you did it on purpose because he gave you a dirty look. But you certainly weren’t going to apologize. And as much as you hated to admit it, Peter Parker was kinda cute.

Since you didn’t have a license or anything, Steve said he would pick you up from a block away from school. Poor Peter Parker was running out of the school when he tripped and fell on his face.

“Bye Peter!” You called at him as he stood up from the ground.


“Get your feet off the dashboard” Steve said accusingly, but there was a hint of humor in his voice. You held your hands out in front of you and put your feet down.
Finally you reached the avengers facility. You took a deep breath as Steve opened the door to the main room.

“Everybody this is Y/N” Steve introduced you to his side of the team, and handed you a water bottle. Although your eyes happened to wonder over to the kitchen, where tony stark was standing there in a conversation with- 'PETER PARKER’

You nearly choked on your drink.

“You?!” You asked, completely shocked as you walked closer to Peter.
“Y/N?!”
You looked at Steve and then Peter looked at Tony then Tony and Steve looked at each other.

“I see you’ve met each other” Steve said. But it came out more like a question.


“This is the guy that’s always sitting in my spot at lunch!”

“Your spot?!” Peter spat back, appalled.

You and Peter were having a pretty heated argument but there was so much talking going on neither of you were really hearing the other anyway.

“Hey hey hey hey STOP IT!” Tony called over you. You both stopped and turned towards him.

“There’s no use fighting over some stupid argument”

“Wait, but Mr Stark.. Isn’t-”

“Shut up”

“If you guys really have a problem you can go settle this in the training room” Steve pointed down the hall. “Don’t kill each-other please”

You and Peter had put up a fair fight, and it was going well, until-

“OH My God! Are you okay?!” You had given him black eye.

“Oh My God! I did not mean to do that”

It had just been a friendly fight, not one with black eyes in it.

“Let me go get you ice” You turned around to get a bag of ice, and accidentally whacked him in the eye again. This time you didn’t say anything, you just ran off.


After the incident of punching Peter in the face, you decided to be a little bit nicer to him. So the next day at school you were going to try it out.

You saw Peter eating lunch and walked over to him. When he saw you he grabbed his lunch tray and started to stand up.

“Wait. Peter-” He looked at you expectantly. “-Can I sit with you?”

He shrugged and scooted his tray over to give you room.

“I’m sorry about, that” You motioned towards his black eye.

“Oh it’s fine” He shrugged again.

“And- for.. Everything else” You said quietly and pushed some hair out of your face.
He smiled at you sincerely.

Dangerous Woman Tour Full Review (Including Full Song-By-Song Breakdown and Videos)

Helloooooo here with my Dangerous Woman Tour Review. It’s ridiculously long so I made it a “Read More” post. Please reblog if you read, because I put a TON of effort into this and therefore would like to spread it to as many people as possible to make this worth it lol. This review includes my opinions on basically every aspect of the show, as well as a song-by-song breakdown and lots and lots of videos. Let me know if you have any questions, I can answer anything!

DISCLAIMER: my opinions literally don’t matter and you may hold different ones and that’s all good you do you

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anonymous asked:

Shisui, Itachi, or Sasuke (and a brief explanation pls!)? If the Uchiha Massacre didn't happen, who would: have gotten married first? have fallen in love first? Have kids first? get annoying with bragging about their s/o? host family get-togethers? Play match-maker for the single ones? If married, who was his best man? How did the other one feel about not being best man? Do the others like his spouse? Do their s/os get along? Sorry if there are too many questions! Answer what you feel like!

Okay, these three are some of my boys, and I love anything that’s a Non Uchiha Massacre AU, and I really do like this ask! 

Originally posted by annalovesfiction

Marriage:

  • 1st: Itachi. Mainly because out of the three he would be most accepting of settling down early, and would benefit by going into that lifestyle early on. Itachi’s never really been the bachelor-life type, he’d rather be with someone and be settled down than living the free life of a bachelor, so he’d probably be the first to get married. But by no means does this imply that he’s constantly in a relationship; he’s probably one of those people who has maybe three relationships throughout his life, and once he’s found that person he wants to be with forever, then he’ll marry them relatively early.
  • 2nd: Shisui. He would definitely enjoy some time as a bachelor where he doesn’t have to care about anyone, but himself, and he can just do his thing and enjoy life. He’s more capable of letting loose and actually enjoying this stage of life in comparison to Itachi, so that’s why he spends more time in this phase; Shisui really does benefit from this stage in the long run. Though I can definitely see Shisui having one of those “We were friends with benefits but then one morning I woke up and I realized I loved them and dammit these things never work right…” things happen to him, honestly. Probably ends up marrying that person. I feel like Shisui would have a longer bachelor stage, but a short relationship stage, and him and his S/O are ‘officially’ together for maybe a year and then they get engaged/married.
  • 3rd: Sasuke. First off he’s the youngest by a good amount of years, so chronologically it’s not surprising he’s the last to get married, but I also feel like his personality kinda stunts him from getting into relationships in general, so that also prolongs his stage as a bachelor. It’s not that people don’t want to be with him, but he just has a hard time surrendering that independence and making himself vulnerable to another person, so it takes a bit for him to be comfortable enough and have enough faith in a person to get into a relationship with them. I also feel like he would be in a relationship for a rather long time before proposing, like 3+ years, if not longer.

Fall in Love:

  • 1st: Shisui. He’s the most average in his love life honestly. Out of the three, he probably has the most, like “puppy love.” That’s not the right word, but he’s more likely to be someone to love little bits and pieces of just random people he knows; it’s not the genuine love he’ll have for his end S/O, but it’s still love, ya feel? Like you loved your high school boyfriend/girlfriend, but there’s no way you’d want to spend the rest of your life with them?? Also he hooks up the most out of the three, so idk what you want to do with that, but it’s most fitting for this category.
  • 2nd: Itachi. Okay, if we are being fair, Itachi was the first to fall in genuine love. If Itachi is in a relationship, then he truly cares and loves the person, and it’ll be something that lasts for a while. He probably didn’t really date until his 20’s, so he never really went through the stage where relationships only lasted a short time period.
  • 3rd: Sasuke. Again, it takes Sasuke a while to become comfortable with a another person romantically, so he’s that last to fall in love solely because of that.

Children:

  • 1st/2nd: Shisui and Itachi: I can see them both having children right around the same time tbh. Both of them are totally open to having a family, and honestly excited, so I feel like they would both have children relatively early on. Plus since their kids are born right around each other, they can try and survive parenthood together and their babies can grow up together, how sweet. There’s a few difference between the two of them though.
    • Itachi’s child was definitely planned and happened after him and his S/O were married. He’d also probably only have one, maybe two kids.
    • Shisui’s more likely to have a child outside of marriage, and it’s one of those “oh shit,” moments. Nonetheless, he doesn’t really care, he’s okay with having a baby; his baby’s gonna be amazing regardless. Also, he’s not really one to plan for kids even after him and his S/O are married, if they happen, they happen. He’s more likely to have three or so kids.
  • 3rd: Sasuke. Definitely waited until he was married to have kids in hopes that they would grow up in a more stable environment.  He’ll only want one child, honestly, and put everything into the one child. He thought about having a second, but decided against it, just because he wanted to make sure that his first baby had everything that they needed. Probably had his baby later in life too, because he wanted deal with everything within himself before bringing a child into the world and having to focus on solely them.  He just didn’t want them to suffer, because he was still dealing with personal issues and he wasn’t able to dedicate enough time to them.

Bragging about S/O

  • Shisui brags about his S/O and Sasuke can get annoyed with it. Itachi doesn’t really care; he probably knows Shisui’s S/O well. Shisui doesn’t even do it to annoy anyone, he’s just really proud of his S/O.

Hosting Get Togethers

  • Shisui hosts the big things where there are a lot of people coming over and it’s a lively event, especially after everyone has kids. Shisui’s home’s really warm and welcoming and he’s the most welcoming and jovial of the three, so he took on this role.
  • Itachi will have the small things where it’s maybe just 6 or so people, mainly the adults too.
  • Sasuke’s a bad host, so no parties at his house.

Best Man

  • Itachi and Shisui were each other’s Best Man, because they’re are the best bros ever. Sasuke really didn’t care that much, because he already kinda figured that these two would do this from the get go.
  • Sasuke had Naruto, because without Naruto he wouldn’t where he is in life, and he probably wouldn’t even be getting married. Shisui and Itachi are just happy that Sasuke found someone who’s pushed past Sasuke and all this Sasuke-traits and decided to marry the kid.

S/O

  • I see all of their S/O’s getting along, honestly. Especially Shisui and Itachi’s, because they’ve probably known each other for a while, just because of Shisui and Itachi’s friendship. They probably went on double dates a lot and their kids play together, so they’re a tight knit family. I can totally see their S/Os end up being best friends too; imagine them talking about their husbands. omg.
    • “I told Itachi that he needed to go to the eye doctor and get new glasses, but he’s being stubborn and not admitting that his eyes are terrible. The kids were playing down the hall yesterday, and he couldn’t tell which one was which bc they were both turned around and wearing matching shirts. And if not being able to tell your children apart isn’t enough to make him go get a new prescription, I don’t know what is…”  
    • “Oh my God, I swear I think not taking care of your eyes is an Uchiha thing. Shisui needs to get new contacts; but he won’t go either for some odd reason. He wore the same pair of contacts for four days straight without taking them out, and I had to threaten to take them out myself, because I was worried that they were going to get infected or something.”
    • “So that’s why his eyes were so red a couple days ago…”
    • *eye roll* “Yes. Why don’t we just send them there together; that’s the only way, and we can’t have them going blind, that would be a mess…”
  • When Sasuke finally got a S/O, I can see all of them being welcoming to them and trying to help the adjust to all things Uchiha, because adjusting to this mess of the family can take some time, but I mean, it’s worth it.
Father Johnny

Request: youve done boyfriend!johnny & husband!johnny now get ready for, daddy!johnny (dADDY AS IN FATHER NOT THE KINK)

A/N: this got me emo and this is so long im - i hope you enjoy reading this ;-;

  • this is my first time writing this so im sorry if it’s real bad
  • smdmdm thank you so much reading my boyfriend & husband! johnny
  • he’s gonna be a father here im-
  • ;-;
  • okay let’s go

  • so you and johnny hadn’t really planned on having a child or thought about it seriously yet

  • but y'all still did it anyway without protection becayse y'all didn’t see the need to
  • and both of you thought there was only a small risk of you getting pregnant
  • until one day you woke up feeling nauseous and you threw up right on the bed
  • and for some reason your head was hurting really bad
  • worried johnny rushed into the room immediately after he heard your coughs,
  • and his shocked expression, looking at the mess you made almost left you in tears
  • but he still cleaned it up and asked you to rest on the couch, while he poured a warm glass of water to you
  • another wave hit you and you were sent to the bathroom, your head above the toilet bowl and vomiting once again
  • johnny’s arms was wrapped around yours tightly and you just fell on his chest, the nausea still there
  • “babe do you want to go to the doctor’s”
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll be fine soon”
  • “are you sure? i can drive you there right now”
  • “no it’s really okay”
  • “please rest well today, i’ll stay home with you”
  • it got better when afternoon came
  • and you thought you were feeling better already, so you assured johnny and asked him to go to work the next day
  • but then again, the first thing you did when you woke up was head to the bathroom, vomiting again
  • by this time johnny’s hair is in a mess, as he frantically thinks of how to help you and what to do
  • and you just sit on the floor hopelessly bawling your eyes out for no reason
  • blame the hormones
  • johnny’s cleaning you up again and assuring you that everything’s going to be fine
  • third morning and the same cycle happens again
  • but this time round you hide in the bathroom alone, and it hit you that you were two weeks late for your period
  • and for the past two weeks you had been having crazy moodswings
  • and you remembered how your small “make out session” with johnny turned into a whole night of making love™ just one month ago
  • you were certain that you were pregnant, but you didn’t want to have false hopes
  • and at the same time, give johnny a false alarm so you kept your thoughts to yourself
  • and your thoughts were interrupted by johnny’s knocking on the door
  • “babe please open the door, we need to go see a doctor right now”
  • “i can’t bear to see you suffer like this every morning”
  • “baby please, are you still vomiting? do you need me to come in?”
  • and when you open the door, you just hug and he softens, his hand playing with your hair
  • “i’ll just head to the nearest pharmacy to get some medicine later”
  • “let me do it”
  • and you got all flustered because you were planning on getting a kit on the way too
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll go myself”
  • “babe you need your rest”
  • “oh- i… let’s just call taeyong to get it for us, he’s supposed to visit today anyways right??”
  • “oh yeah, i’ll call him”
  • “let me do it!”
  • and when you call taeyong to ask him and tell him, he freaks out and you can almost hear him crying
  • “WHAT?!? YOU’RE PREGNANT- JOHNNY’S GONNA BE A DAD WOW IM- SO HAPPY”
  • “taeyong i need to confirm that so can you please keep this a secret for now”
  • “WOW IM- I AM SO HAPPY”
  • “taeyong… so are you getting it for me or not”
  • “OH- UH- yes okay i will, be there in 5”
  • a moment later taeyong arrives and he manages to slip the kit into your hands
  • and he gives you the proudest & emotional smile ever
  • clueless johnny didn’t suspect anything -  next thing you know you’re in the bathroom again, the thin stick between your fingers, too afraid to look
  • so you take a deep breath and finally looks at it
  • and you scream so loudly when you see two lines, johnny comes running into the bathroom again
  • and he tears up instantly when he sees the kit
  • both of you are so happy y'all actually spend the rest of the day cuddling and probably crying
  • quoted from taeyong, “he’s so happy he called all of us instantly and this was the happiest he has ever been, congrats y/n”
  • skipping the pregnancy period because it’s gonna take super long so request if you want to read this part!
  • fast forward to nine months later,
  • you were just folding your laundry, listening to some classical music
  • johnny has his hands on your big bump, a proud and warm smile on his face
  • “aw she’s kicking”
  • “someone’s impatient”
  • but a sharp pain suddenly hits you and your expression falls
  • johnny instantly realises and he carries you bridal style into the car
  • the pain is so excruciating you’re already in tears
  • johnny has on hand on the steering wheel, the other is clenching your hand tightly
  • “hang in there baby”
  • “you can do this”
  • minutes seem like hours in the hospital and your contractions are only getting worst
  • doctor predicts that baby would be born in a few hours
  • johnny’s so nervous he barely even talks, his hand just holding onto yours
  • but when you catch eye contact with him, he gives you smile and leans down to give you a small peck on your lips
  • “everything will go fine”
  • two hours later everything’s done, and as soon the doctors bring baby Ella (don’t ask me idk smsmd) into the hospital room,
  • you and johnny tear up again as she has eyes and nose that resembles johnny’s
  • her lips form a small little pout as she moves slightly at your touch,
  • and johnny reaches out his finger towards her, her tiny hand wrapping around it
  • johnny leans down to peck her forehead and you see a smile you hadn’t seen on him before, and it melts your heart
  • okay but really clueless at first and has no idea what to do
  • always waits for your instructions and listens to what you ask him to do
  • “what do you need me to do?”
  • “babe go change her diaper”
  • “how many scoops do i put into this?”
  • “two is enough”
  • “babe do you think a pink or purple skirt would fit her today”
  • “hmm purple”
  • “okay hehe, my beautiful princess Ella”
  • the other members all come to visit once in a while and they all squeal over your baby girl and loves playing with her
  • and johnny always has that proud and fatherly look and smile on his face that simply says
  • “yes that’s my child”
  • becomes the softest person in front of your daughter
  • loves playing cook and role playing with her a lot
  • “daddy’s the king today, what does he need to do?”
  • “go kiss mommy the queen!!”
  • “okay my princess”
  • and he comes out to you and gives you the longest peck ever
  • his arms wrapped around your waist,
  • “i love you my queen”
  • and your child comes running up to the both of you, hugging both your legs and giggling
  • johnny picks her up with his long arms and gives her a small peck too
  • probably also buys her what she wants and won’t hesitate at all
  • a toy that costs more than 70bucks?
  • johnny wouldn’t even look at the price and just get it because it can make his daughter happy and that is what matters most to him
  • but you nagged at him for it, but his usual affection and cuddles made you forgive him
  • loves kisses from her!!
  • always giggles to himself and becomes a small child again when she pecks his cheek
  • haechan: “this is the only time i get to see hyung so giggly wow”
  • gives her a big and warm hug every morning
  • “good morning my princess, did you sleep well?”
  • “yes hehe”
  • “that’s great, let’s go wake mommy up now”
  • “she’s just as beautiful as you”
  • but as much as he shows affection to your child, he doesn’t forget to show it to you too
  • warm back hugs and long kisses every morning is his way of showing his never ending love for you
  • and he doesn’t forget to make breakfast for you every day

  • “don’t you think she’s just adorable? just like her mother”

  • “oh god, thank you for blessing me with two of the most beautiful angels in the world”
  • still the sweet husband he was before,
  • probably even sweeter now
  • and he puts both your priorities above his own all the time
  • loves bringing you both to small cafes and restaurants
  • but also loves spending quality time together at home, just cuddling together on the bed
  • but as soon as your daughter sleeps, he’d lean over and kiss you
  • “thank you for everything and i love you”

“Is this your card?”

Castiel watched as Dean Winchester dramatically flipped over a face card and displayed it with a flourish to a hopeful Lisa Braeden.

“Uh… no,” she murmured, her face falling into disappointment.

Dean, however, continued the routine with a smile on his face, even after he made three more incorrect guesses. He might have been absolutely terrible at every magic trick he ever tried, but at least he had enthusiasm about it.

“Strike out?” Castiel asked as Dean finally sat down next to him in homeroom and began shuffling his cards.

Dean shook his head. “Nah, I wasn’t really trying. I just wanted to try the trick on someone that hadn’t seen it yet.”

Castiel smiled and propped his head up on his hand. “It looked like you nearly had it that time.”

“I know!” Dean grinned, right before a card flew out of the deck and smacked him in the face.

As terrible as Dean was at his various card tricks, Castiel couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing. The way his face would light up when someone lied out of pity and claimed the unfamiliar card was their own was too cute for words. Especially when such escapades were coming from his seventeen year old best friend.

Their classroom was decorated with a sickening explosion of pink and red hearts that only grew more and more obvious the closer they got to Valentine’s day. Today, a few streamers had been added, as well as a cut-out of a caricature heart in a top hat.

“Any plans for Valentine’s day, Cas?”

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