i will forever have messy hair

our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunch time.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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anonymous asked:

Omg... Remus in Beauty and The Beast... when he turns back into a man... the parallel being him after a full moon. 😭

Tears slipped out of the corners of your eyes as you clutched Remus’ limp body. The villagers had left him in very bad shape. Blood was gushing and his breathing was slowing. 

“Remus, please,” you whimpered, grasping at his fur. “Don’t leave me.”

The stag, dog, and rat that also inhabited the castle paced around the two of you, the dog whining softly. With its snout, it nudged at Remus’ unmoving carcass. 

“I love you,” you sobbed burying your face in his soft fur. “I’m sorry I never told you.”

Light streaked through the sky and Remus was lifted into the air by some unseen force. Before your eyes, Remus transformed from a self-described beast into a handsome man. 

Returning to the ground, the lean man with sandy-brown hair stared at his hands in awe. 

His eyes hesitantly met yours. The same warm brown eyes that you had grown so fond of now inhabited the face of the stranger before you. 

“(Y/N), it’s me,” he admitted softly. 

“Remus?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“You broke the curse,” he mused, still unsure of his newly reclaimed status as a man. 

“I did?”

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips, “You said you love me.”

“I meant it,” you blushed, your eyes suddenly very interested in the ground. 

He took a step toward you, a hand tentatively reaching out to cup your cheek, “I love you too.”

Remus slowly brought his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and sweet. A long time coming. You probably would have stayed locked in that position for ages had you not been interrupted by a chorus of whooping. 

Pulling apart quickly, you saw three boys rushing toward the two of you. 

“Thank God!” said a tall, ebony-haired boy. 

“We thought we’d be stuck that way forever,” clarified a messy-haired boy with glasses hanging off the tip of his nose. 

“We are eternally grateful, (Y/N),” added a mousy boy. 

“The confidence you all had in me is astounding,” Remus joked as the boys tackled him in a bear hug. “I believe you’ve met Sirius, James, and Peter, though admittedly not in these forms.”

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Today and always,

I ask you to forgive yourself,
to treat yourself gently because
sometimes the world hurts you
so bad that you are the only person
that will be kind to yourself that day,
and baby you don’t need anymore pain.

I ask you to look in the mirror and
make amends with your crooked
nose or those freckles you hate or
the way your hair sticks up in one
place no matter how many damn
times you brush it because the truth
is there will never be someone who
has your exact nose or freckles or hair
and it is so uniquely and beautifully you.

I ask you to stop worrying about what
others think of you because people will
find something to make you hurt, because
sometimes we judge others without even
realizing it, because people are messy and
flawed and we are all trying to find space
for ourselves in the cracks of others.

I ask you to love and love and love
your lover and your passions and
your dreams and your art and
yourself because this life is so
very short and I wish I could tell
you it’s going to last forever, but
it will escape us one day and leave 
you with gray hair and feeble hands.

—  It’s time to love yourself this year.

lol, gay

ginger-weaslys  asked:

Hi, me again, I have a desicion now, and i know which one it is, lol. 23+18 please, either Drarry or Hinny? U pick which one you would rather do. Thank you xxxx

23. “Delete that immediately.”

18. “Come over here and make me.”

On the fifth of june 2030 The Burrow 2.0, a grand mansion in the scottish mountains, was filled with excited buzz. While most parents and grandparents were still snoring soundly in their beds, the next generation had something far from sleep on their mind.

Draco Malfoy’s surprise birthday party.

“Albus did you bring the cake?” Hugo gave him a sharp look, remembering birthdays had always been a problem for Harry’s youngest son.

“I thought you were bringing the- Ouch! Lily stop hitting me! I own a bakery of course I brought cake!” Albus shoved his sister away, but when she shoved right back he gave in and went to fetch the cake.

“You kinda deserved that one babe.” Scorpius gave him a light kiss when Albus came back. “You know how stressed Hugo gets about these things.”

“Nice boyfriend you have there Al. Doesn’t even pick your side in fights. Though I suppose neither did his dad so… “ Dominique had spent nearly a decade researching hippogriffs in Greece and wasn’t entirely comfortable with the new relationships in her family yet. Not that this gave her any leverage to make remarks like that.

“Dominique Weasley you either take that back right now or I will wake up your mother.” Hissed Rose.

“Sorry. And Sorry Albus- Stop kicking me Rose! Okay okay fine, and sorry Scorpius.” The latter had sounded somewhat reluctant, but Rose did cease the assault on her ankles. She would have made a bigger deal out of it, but too much stress was “bad for the baby”, as her wife kept putting it.

“Why are we doing this again? We’re probably going to walk in on them doing something too inappropriate for old people.” James gave Hugo a half annoyed look.

“They’re not that old. Fifty isn’t even half of a decent wizard life.” Hugo the healer shot back.

“So an even bigger chance we’ll walk in on a nice gay fellatio show, I can’t wait.” Fred the second rubbed his hands together in fake enthusiasm.

“Ieuw Fred! I did not need a reminder of his fortieth birthday!” Victorie gagged at the memory. Intimacy with men, women, or anything in between really, was absolutely not her thing.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. We scared the crap out of you guys didn’t we?” A messy black haired man emerged from the kitchen with a steaming mug of tea in his hands.

“Uncle Harry! What are you doing here?” Hugo cursed himself for not putting up any decent silencing charms before all the others woke up. “You’re supposed to be in bed with the birthday boy!”

“He kicked me out to fetch some tea. Don’t look at me like that Albus, my Malfoy is very different from yours. You would buckle too if you saw his death glare when you refuse his requests in the morning.”

“Pussy.” James laughed.

“That’s usually not what he asks for, though maybe after half a century-” Albus grabbed a nearby pillow and started hitting his father over the head with it until Scorpius took it away. James only laughed harder.

“Molly, do you have the video recorder ready?” Hugo looked up from his clipboard, ticking off the last items. He really was his mother’s child.

“I’ve been filming since I woke up dumdum. That’s where the red recording light is for.”

“Delete that immediately!” Louis cried out, shocked.

“Why? So the image of your amazing bedhead is lost forever? May I remind you that as a Slytherin potions professor I would never do that?” To agitate him further she zoomed in on his face. James, an expert in the field of messy hair, quickly rose to the occasion and tied Louis’ hair back in a bun.

“Stop bragging about your job Molly, you’re worse than Hugo when he got accepted to The Scamander Institute.” Louis rolled his eyes at his cousin. He gave James a quick hug as a thank you for fixing his hair.

“Let her be proud, according to the person whose birthday we are supposed to be celebrating right now she’s better than Slughorn and Snape combined.” Eris put a protective arm around Molly and placed a possessive kiss on her lips. Molly still loved how jealous her spouse sometimes got.

“Stop flirting with your wife Parkinson. It’s gross.” Louis threw a hairbrush at her head. Eris, being the seeker for Puddlemere United, caught it effortlessly and set it on fire.

“You’re gross, and it’s Weasley-Parkinson for you.” She handed him the half-burned brush back.

“Very mature of you Eris.”

“Guys guys guys!” Lily pushed the two rivals further away from each other before they had a chance to start throwing punches. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I’m a girl thank you very much.” Defiantly Eris stuck her chin in the air.

“Stop shoving your politics in my face. Trust me, I know you’re a feminist.” Louis tried to mimic her confidence but failed when Eris raised her voice and he flinched.

“This wasn’t even aimed at you! Can you for one second stop being a whiney single white guy and-”

“GUYS!” Lily interrupted with more force this time. Staying quiet was not on the agenda anymore apparently.

“What?!” The two fighting Weasley’s shot back. Lily pointed at the bedroom door, where a relaxed looking Draco Malfoy was leaning against the wall with a bedhead worse than Louis and a goofy smile on his face.

“Not that I haven’t enjoyed the conversation so far, but I would prefer following it with a cup of tea and a slice of cake if I’m being honest. Turning fifty makes you hungry.”

“See what you’ve done Eris? Now he’s awake!” Louis put on his best I-am-not-the-villain-here face, after shooting Molly’s wife another foul look.

“Happy birthday honey.” Harry walked over to his lover and, oblivious to their audience, muzzled his nose in his long, slightly greying hair, before handing him his tea and a deep happy-fiftieth-birthday kiss. “You’ll have to keep on living until the next memorable age I’m afraid. Surprise parties are not their strong suit.”

“Well, if I can spend that time with you?” Draco threw an arm around Harry, pulling him close. “I don’t think I really mind.”

“Cheesy fuck.” Harry laughed.

“Hmm, I’ve never really been into food play, but even at fifty I suppose we can always try new things.”

“Ieuw ieuw ieuw ieuw ieuw. That is disgusting I did not need to hear that.” Victorie gagged at the thought.

“Maybe we should turn it down a notch.” Harry sighed, and he started walking away to cut the cake.

“Come over here and make me.” James groaned as Harry responded to his lover with a smirk and a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

“I told you guys! They’re being totally inappropriate!” James mock-tried to cover Lily’s eyes when their parents started making out again.

“It’s not a happy birthday until we’ve embarrassed our kids to death now is it?” Whispered Harry against Draco’s warm chest. His scar had not pained him for thirty two years. All was well.

Not the right order of requests but it’s Draco’s birthday so….

Also not my best work but I have other stuff to do in life and I didn’t want to miss this moment

Not a love poem

And he tells me I love you
And I think of all the ways my next poem won’t be about him

The day I first glanced at the window of his eyes, he looked exactly like the one I closed the door of my heart to, on the face. And his smile, it always reminded me why I need a bigger space inside my stomach to carry all the butterflies the curve of his lips created.

His kiss tasted like a second chance and mine, like an apology coated on the cracked lips that didn’t contain everything he was looking for when he first pecked the idea of us and stars and everything beautiful about it.

I wonder if he ever heard the notes of disappointment in my silence. The tip of my tongue still tastes of insecurities and I wonder why he still holds my throat that’s sore from screaming in the empty rooms of my heart.

His hugs, they are the homes I haven’t been to and so every time he stretches his arms along my side to envelope my body for the warmth, I raise the guards up instead of hopes and he always dares to whisper sweet nothings of forever in my cynical ears.

His breath sounds like a lullaby and every time he laughs I find myself having second thoughts about nightmares. The locks of hairs caressing his forehead are like a row of roses I can barely resist my hands from touching and he untangles the knots from my messy hair and broken yesterdays.

My demons lose their voice when his thumb creates constellations on my palm and for once my knuckles don’t turn white with fear. He believes in filling the spaces of my fingers with everything I never laid my hands on, and for once abandonment seems like a far away universe when he holds my fingers with his.

And when he turns around second time to bid me goodbye for the day, I dare to bid back a ‘see you around’ with my sloppy steps and the way stars grow fonder in his eyes with my words, that last glance from him is all the proof I need to believe that love exists.

im 11
i meet a boy who’s too old for me, but i dont care. he’s a high schooler. i want to feel cool. im told age is but a number, and im mature for my age. he’s the first boy to tell me he loves me.

im 12
i meet another boy who tells me he loves me, but i tell him he doesnt know what love is. i tell him ive been hurt before and im not an easy person to be with. he’s the first heart i break.

im 13
i meet a girl with smudged eyeliner and scars on her wrists. she tells me the world doesnt understand her and it’d be better off without her. i write her poetry and i kiss her scars and i tell her im always going to be there for her. she’s the first girl i love, and the first one who breaks my heart.

im 14
i meet another person too old for me. they’re the most beautiful flight risk i have ever seen, but god their laugh and their smile and their curly hair are going to be the death of me. i would do anything to be the one they love forever. we last a month. they’re the first person i fuck.

im 15
i meet a boy with messy hair and a cigarette between his teeth. he tells me he belongs to no one and that i shouldn’t get involved with someone like him because he’ll only ruin me. i do it anyway. we spend nights looking at stars and shaming those who once hurt us and dancing in the street. his family tells me ive changed him, that he’s never been like this before. he’s never been in love before. they dont know about the other girl he sneaks into his bed, whispering to her the words he spoke to me the day before. he’s the first boy who makes me feel like im the most important person in the world, but he’s also the first one to make me feel the opposite.

im 16
i meet myself face to face for the first time. i hold my own hand and kiss my own cheek and tell myself i’ll be okay. i have faith in myself. ive been cheated on and lied to and abused, but i will make it out of this alive. ive got an entire life ahead of me. im not perfect, but one day i’ll meet someone who im perfect for. someone who will make me the best version of myself and love me as me. until then, i will love me as me. im the first person who will be there for me no matter what.

—  six
april 27, 2017
Secret Feelings (Alec x Reader) Imagine

One hit, two hits, three hits. Alec just kept on hitting the punching bag.

“Just tell him how you feel already” a voice from behind me said. Turning around I see Jace with his arm cross and a smirk on his face.
“Like now because I’m getting tired of both of yours guys love sick attitude” you rolled your eyes,
“You’re one to talk, you follow Clary around like a love sick puppy these day” Jace stood there looking shocked.
“You and I both know that’s a completely different story” he said defending himself. “You keep telling yourself that” you answer back.
“Hey guys what are you two taking about?” Alec asked as he walk out of the training room taking a sip from his water bottle.“Nothing” you both quickly answer and left the room, leaving a very confused Alec behind.

  “Do you ever plan on telling my brother that you like him?” Izzy asked as she sat on your bed.
“Have you been talking to Jace lately? Because all you two do is ask me that same question every time we talk” You said as you lay down next to her on your bed. Izzy laugh then look at you with a smile.
“You know that’s means that more then one person can tell then right?” You went to answer back but then your bedroom door open to revealing Clary. “It’s time to go”

You three walk through the halls of the institute heading to the main area. Knowing that’s where the boys would be waiting to leave for your guys mission. Today mission was the same as always go out and kill a demon, then come back make a report about it then it would be done.
“You all ready?” Jace asked as you guys walked up to where him and Alec were standing.
“Let’s go!” Izzy said cheerfully as she grabbed yours and Clary arm and walked out of the institute.

“So Y/N you and Alec huh?” Clary said teasing you on your way back from the hunt.
“OH MY ANGEL” you yelled causing Jace and Alec to stop walking ahead of you and turn around to see what the matter was. You had enough, couldn’t they all see that you just wanted to keep it to yourself and not tell him.
“Could all three of you stop asking me that,I had enough” you shouted while looking from Clary to Jace to Isabella.
“Stop asking you what?” Alec asked standing there between all of you looking more confused then ever.
“It’s nothing so don’t worry about it” you said back.
“That’s a lie. It’s is something important dear brother so we will leave so the two of you alone so you can talk about it” Izzy said pulling Jace and Clary away with her. God damn Izzy you thought as she left, leave it to her to do something like this leaving you no choice but to face your fears.
“What’s so important? Alec asked. Isn’t he full of questions to day you thought but you knew if you were in his situation too you would be doing the same.
"Do you really want to hear something that would change our friendship forever? There’s no turning back after you hear what I have to say” you said looking him in the face staring at his eyes. His hair was a bit messy from fighting the demon earlier and he looked tried but he still smile at you.
“Go ahead, say it. You never know if I feel the same way. If you don’t ask.” he said as he walked closer to you.
“Well hear I go Alec I- wait what did you just say?” You ask looking dumbfounded. Did he really just say that he had feeling for me you wonder.
“Me and you both know what I said, Yes I have feeling for you Y/N. You and I both know you have them for me too. It doesn’t need to take a genius to figured that out.”
“But why haven’t you said anything before” you stated. Alec just shrugged “I guess every time I try I just chicken out of it” he said looking at you
“I always got nervous and back out, thinking that when everyone said you have feeling for me was just a lie”
“Oh Alec, I do like you” you said looking at him “A lot really”
“Good because I like you too and now I can do this” he while bending down to kiss you.
Your guys lips touch and it felt like home. Like this is what you always needed but never knew you did until now. It had so much passionate from all the years worth of feelings you had built up inside. You guys pulled away from the kiss and rested your forehead together. Finally this moment that you always dream of was here and it sure was hell worth the wait.
“Would you two hurry up sucking each other face off because it cold” Jace yelled. Causing you guys to stop kissing and laugh along with Izzy and Clary.
“Come lets go” Alec said as he pulled your hand making your way back to the others to head home.

A/N: if you guys have any requests or idea please send them along. I will happily do them.

Fucking Boggarts

Y/N is a pureblood witch in Slytherin. She and Draco Malfoy have been friends since they were in diapers. But when Professor Lupin has the class tackle a Boggart Y/N’s happens to be non other than Draco. Friendships might be torn apart, or feelings might be revealed.

AN: Ok first ever Harry Potter fanfic. Let me know what you guys think!

Chapter 1: Dementors on the Train? 

The Hogwarts Express lets out a bellowing whistle across the platform; quickly your mother gives a hug and well wishes before you run to catch an open car. Waving at a few old classmates you finally arrive to an empty compartment and settle down in your seat for a quick nap.

You’re fast asleep until the train comes to a sudden stop. Lights are quickly losing power and any windows freeze, as a floating black, cloaked figure stops in front of your door. As the figure glides into the compartment towards you, you feel as if every last ounce of happiness and hope is quickly being sucked out. Then suddenly, everything goes black.

Upon regaining consciousness you feel a weight settled around your shoulders and can hear two men talking in hushed voices.

“But who are you? I have never seen you on this train before. For all I know the Dementors were after you.”

“I can assure you Mr. Malfoy, it was not me they were after. Merely searching the train for the escaped convict perhaps.”

Striking you interest, you began to stir, cutting off what was going to be said by the person beside you. Blinking sleep out of your eyes you see both men looking at you. The one on the right with his arm around you happened to be non other than Draco Malfoy. Sitting rather relaxed across from him was a sickly looking man whom you did not recognize.

“Ah very good. You’re finally awake. Here take this. It helps.” The man offering you a chunk of what a appeared to be chocolate.

Hesitating a little you said thank you, never being much of a fan of chocolate you nibble off small pieces.

“May I ask who are you?” Uncertainty creeping into your tone.

“Ah, where are my manners. My name is Remus Lupin. I am to be the new Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” He announced upon standing, “If you two don’t mind I am going to go back to my compartment, There was another lad who fainted when the Dementors searched the train.”

At the mention of the Dementors you leaned further into Draco’s side seeking comfort. Your mother had given you a warning that they might show up at Hogwarts this year, searching for Sirius Black. Telling you to keep your distance from them, as to not put yourself in danger.

“Stupid fools. How could they let them on the train. Father will hear about this.”

Scoffing at Draco’s muttering you look up to see his face void of expression and his blue/grey eyes glazed over in thought.

“Draco,” You reached for the hand draped on your shoulder, catching his attention, “are you alright?”

His face softened, “Yes of course. I’m alright. I’m sorry I just got lost in thought. I don’t see why they would think Sirius Black would be taking the train to Hogwarts. I should be the one asking you though. You’re one who fainted after all.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm at the closeness of his body and the softness in his voice. Suddenly feeling very awkward you stood up and busied yourself with pulling your robes out of your trunk.

“I’m quite alright, thank you,” you stuttered slightly, “we’re nearly to school so I’m just going to go and change. Um, so yeah. I’ll… I’ll catch you later.”

You left the compartment in such a hurry, nearly tripping on the robes, you failed to notice the flash of disappointment across his face.

‘Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god, Oh my god. Oh. My. God. You rushed into the closest bathroom, mentally slapping yourself. I fainted and motherfucking Malfoy had to come to my rescue. I can’t believe I fucking fainted. I must have looked like such an idiot.’ Looking in the mirror you saw messy hair and sleep lines across your, now bright red, cheeks from laying on Draco’s chest. 'Get ahold of yourself Y/N! Seriously, it’s just Draco. You’ve known him for forever. He saw you cry the first time you fell of a broom. This is not any worse than that.’

Shaking yourself out of your mental hysteria you started to get changed out of your muggle clothes and into your Slytherin uniform. 'So what if it felt nice to be that close to him…’

After getting changed and fixing up your eyeliner that had gotten a little smudged you made the short walk back to your compartment. Opening the door only to catch a sleeping malfoy. Smiling to yourself you covered him with one of your spare blankets, settled in the seat across from him and rode out the remainder of the trip in peace.


Title: Bluebell

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2 420

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: A few swear words, reader doesn’t think she’s good enough for Sam, some angst, implied smut (But everything leading up to it is quite tame, I assure you, it’s all PG).

Request from Anonymous: Hi! Can you do a Sam x Reader where the Reader gets hit with a truth spell and Dean keeps asking them embarrassing things and Sam tells him to stop? The reader ends up saying all the things they love about Sam because of the spell as well. Also, the spell really freaks the reader out because they don’t want Sam to know how they feel about him because they think they’re not good enough. Thank you!!

Author’s note: I hope you like this Anon! I tried to keep it as close to the request as possible, but you didn’t specify how you wanted it to end, so I hope what I did was okay! And on another note, I’m sorry I didn’t post anything last week, I decided to take a little break from writing after I finished Angel Rising, I hope you guys can forgive me! –xoxo Katie

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       You could feel the subtle vibrations of the Impala’s powerful engine as the car flew down the road, its speeds far exceeding the legal limits, and you were sitting in the back seat as you and the boys drove to the bunker - after a week away on a witch hunt - when you’d first noticed something was wrong.

       “Hey Y/N, are ya sure you’re okay?” Dean asked as his eyes caught yours in the rear-view mirror, before he leisurely returned them to the stretch of asphalt in front of him. “That bitch threw something at you -”

       “Which you still have in your hair, by the way,” Sam cut in gently, causing you to feel a surge of embarrassment.

        Your hands flew self-consciously to your head, trying to shake out the remains of the blue powder the witch had doused you with in her last ditch attempt to get away. Sam always made you nervous. Ever since the day you’d met him you’d had a crush on him, and the more you’d gotten to know him the bigger it got, if it could even be called a crush anymore…

       Dean gave Sam an irritated grunt in response to being interrupted, but repeated himself and kept talking anyway. “She threw something at you, are you sure you’re okay? We don’t know what she was trying to do.”

       You thought about it for a second, and then said something surprisingly honest, “No, I’m not sure.” There was a pause. No, I’m not sure? Why would I say that? you thought. Sam and Dean seemed equally surprised. Yeah, it was true, you weren’t sure that the witches spell didn’t affect you. But the boys worried about you enough as it is and you usually didn’t like to give them more reason to, unless, of course, there was actually something to be worried about.

        For the rest of the ride home nobody really talked much, that is, after you’d all had a slightly-too-long conversation about what the spell might have been and the various dusty books that were going to be checked once you got back to the bunker. Why hadn’t you just said you were okay? You felt fine, the witch was dead, she probably didn’t even finish her spell. Right?

       You were bouncing impatiently on the balls of your feet as you stood behind Dean, waiting for him to unlock the heavy bunker door when it happened again: you were just a little too honest.

       “Whoa, why are you in such a hurry, Y/N?” Dean asked as he took in your nervously moving form.

       You were in a hurry because you just got back from a hunt, and you wanted to have a shower before the image of you covered in blood and mysterious blue powder was seared into Sam’s mind forever. The types of girls he usually talked to were always so prim and perfect, and then here you were, with ripped jeans, messy hair, and usually covered in some variety of monster guts. Really, you just wanted Sam to think you were pretty like those other girls, but you weren’t going to tell Dean that.

       “Because, I don’t want Sam to see me like this any longer than he has too.” Or maybe you were.

       What?! Why the hell did I say that?  you thought anxiously, avoiding Dean’s eyes at all costs.

      “Um, okay…” he said slowly, drawing out the last word. You didn’t dare turn around to look at Sam.

      “Uh, I gotta go,” you said hastily, pushing past Dean and barreling down the bunker’s metal steps. You faintly heard someone call your name but you ignored it and had the door to the bathroom locked a second later. What was happening to you?

      It had been almost an hour now since you’d come into the bathroom and your hand was hovering over the doorknob, but you couldn’t make it move.

      You still couldn’t believe you’d said, “I don’t want Sam to see me like this,” why would you say that? Wouldn’t, “I want to have a shower,” have been good enough? Sure it would’ve, but for some reason you couldn’t say it, like the words had just poured out of your mouth without permission.

      Suddenly there was a knock on the door and you were pulled from your anxious introspection, a familiar voice piercing the wooden barricade. “Y/N?” the voice asked. It was Sam.

      It was Sam! What were you supposed to do? Your first thought was to run, but you didn’t really have anywhere to run too. Your second thought was to pretend you weren’t there, but you would be forced to leave eventually and he would know you’d ignored him. So finally you were left with only one option: suck it up, open the door, and hope against hope that you don’t say anything stupid.

      “Y/N? Are you okay?” he called again. You drew in a deep breath.

      Yes, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, you said over and over in your head, ready with you answer this time. Then you forced your hand to move, flung open the door, gave him a composed smile and said, “No, not really.” Damn it!

      Your cheeks flushed hot, “yes, I’m fine,” that’s what you were going to say! You were ready! What happened!?

      Sam looked slightly uncomfortable – though you weren’t sure if it was from what you’d said earlier or because of the deep shade of red you were no doubt turning – and ran his hand through his hair. “Y/N, listen, um, we think we figured out what that spell was,” Sam said as he jerked his head towards the library, motioning for you to follow him. You did.

      “We were looking through some of The Men of Letters’ spell books and we found a page on these flowers - Bluebells – the powder she threw at you, it was blue, right?” you nodded your head yes. “Well, these flowers,” he said as he took a step into the library, where Dean was waiting with an oddly wide grin. “According to the lore they can compel people to tell the truth.” He handed you the book.  “It says that you have to wear a wreath of them for it to work, but we think that whatever spell she used allowed her to use a powdered version and made the effects more … permanent.”


      Your head was spinning.

      Truth spell. Permanent. Sam.

      Sam! If you were under a truth spell, Sam could find out how you felt about him! You’d already slipped up once – which totally made sense now – and who knows what other innocent questions your brain could twist into secret-spilling opportunities about your long-time crush on the youngest Winchester! Though, you supposed it would help if you weren’t thinking about him all the time…

      “Look, Y/N, don’t panic,” Sam said in his attractively deep voice. You dropped the book on the table and took a step back, you couldn’t let yourself think about such things right now. “We’ve already found a cure, and Cas is out getting the ingredients now, you’ll just have to wait a few more hours.”

      Your feet stopped moving, your heart beat slowed. “A few hours?” you said quietly, looking at the ground as if eye contact alone would compel you to spill your guts for all to hear.

      “Yeah, a few hours,” he said calmly. “Cas should be back soon and then we’ll start making it right away.”

      Okay, a few hours, you thought, I can do that, I just have to stay in my room and-

      “Do you think I’m attractive?” Dean suddenly asked, his smile only growing as he watched your eyes widen.

      “Of course I do,” you said automatically, then clamped your hands over your mouth in horror. Why did he ask you that? What would Sam think? Sure you thought Dean was attractive, anyone with eyes could see that Dean was attractive, but he was not the brother you were interested in. You had to get out of here before Dean asked you anything more embarrassing.

      Dean now wore an unbelievably smug face, grinning to himself as you backed away, and you could practically see his brain running through all the things he could do with this opportunity.

      “Would you ever hook up with me?” Dean asked quickly, seeing that he was losing his window.

      “No,” you shot back, still stumbling backwards. You were unbelievably relieved the answer came so easily.

      Dean looked off-put, but pressed forwards anyway. “Fine, so you wouldn’t pick me first, but out of the two of us,” he motioned between Sam and himself, “who would you pick?”

      You froze.

      Not that, anything but that! you thought, desperately trying to fight the spell.

      “Come on, Man, leave her alone,” you faintly heard Sam say, but it was too late. You’d been asked a question, and now you had to answer it. So after pressing your lips together in a pathetic attempt to stop the inevitable, you finally said, “Sam,” through gritted teeth.

      Sam looked shocked, Dean, once again, looked dejected, and you were mortified. Sam knew, he had to! Sam knew how you felt about him and now things were going to be awkward, he might never talk to you again!

      And then, as if he hadn’t done enough damage already, Dean asked one more question. He hammered the final nail in the coffin of your friendship with Sam. He asked why.


      Why, why, why, did he have to ask why? You knew he didn’t do it in a mean way, or a jealous one, he seemed to be genuinely curious. But he still asked. Why him? What does Sam have that he doesn’t? And you told him.

      You told him all the things you love about Sam. You told him how funny and smart his little brother was, you told him how he was an amazing hunter and the kindest man you’d ever met, you even told him how much you loved Sam’s hair in the morning, when it was tousled and he would run his fingers through it. You told him everything, and once you had finally exhausted your truth-spell-induced list of everything you loved about Sam, you all just stood there in silence.

      Dean looked guilty, clearly understanding that he had asked you something that he shouldn’t have. Sam looked confused, and overwhelmed, completely at a loss for words. And you looked – even though you couldn’t technically see yourself – terrified, and on the brink of tears.

      You didn’t want to run away, and you tried not to, but after 10 seconds of silence, then 20, you couldn’t take it anymore. You turned and ran down the hall, practically tripping on the steps, and made a beeline for your bedroom.

      I took a few seconds after you’d shut your door for you to hear it, but once you’d flopped yourself down on the bed you heard the familiar sound of Sam’s heavy boots coming towards your room – no, running towards your room. Then you quickly shot up when you heard a knock at your door.

      “Y/N, can I come in?” Sam’s muffled voice asked. He sounded nervous, and there was a sense of urgency in his tone.

      You wanted to say no, you really did, but you couldn’t. You could never say no to Sam, even if you had just completely embarrassed yourself. So you attempted to wipe the now free-flowing tears from under your eyes and said, “Yes.” You heard a sigh of relief from behind the door.

      “I’m, uh, I’m really sorry about Dean,” Sam said slowly, as he took a few steps into the room. “He shouldn’t have asked you that.”

      You wanted to cry and scream, you wanted to accuse Dean of being insensitive and taking advantage, you wanted to say no he shouldn’t have! But that wouldn’t help matters now, so you simply nodded and looked at the floor.

      More silence.

      “Listen, um, about what you said…”

      “No, please,” you said quickly, desperate to stop this conversation before it began, “you don’t have to say anything, I know you don’t feel the same way. And I’m sorry if I made things awkward between us,” you were rambling now, “and I understand if you want me to move out, and -”

      “Y/N!” Sam yelled, and you slammed your mouth shut. Now what had you done? “None of those things are true,” he said softly, “things aren’t awkward, and I don’t want you to move out, that’s the opposite of what I want!”

      You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he wasn’t freaked out? He wanted you to stay? You were so confused, and then you did something you weren’t expecting.

      “What do you want?” you whispered, afraid to look him in the eyes. You saw his feet shuffle forward.

      “I want you.”

      Your breath caught.

      He liked you? Why would he like you? He was smart, attractive, funny, he could have any girl he wanted, but he wanted you? This didn’t make sense.

      “Y/N,” he said quietly, moving as close to you as he could get without physically touching you. “I like you, ever since the day I met you I’ve liked you.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You’re brilliant, and you’re gorgeous, and you’re caring, and if you left the bunker, I don’t know what I’d do.” Your heart was pounding, “In fact, I don’t just like you,” you looked up, “I’m in love with you.”

      Your world exploded.

      Sam Winchester was in love with you. The man you’d been pining after for years, the man who never failed to make your day brighter, the man who made you feel like maybe this messed up world wasn’t such a bad place after all, was in love with you, and you had no idea what to say.

      You should really say something.

      “Uh, Y/N? Sam asked cautiously, “I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but, uh, it would be nice if you said something, I’m kind of freaking out here.” Sam looked anxious. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I thought -”

      He started to back away, but you grabbed his arm. “I love you too.”

      Sam stopped. “What?”

      “I said, I love you, too.” You were louder this time and you brought your eyes up to meet his. Sam broke into a wide grin. Then without warning, he had his arms wrapped around your waist, your feet off of the ground, and his lips pressed against yours.

      “Maybe that truth spell wasn’t so bad,” Sam said breathlessly, once he finally set you back on the ground.

      “Yeah, maybe not,” you grinned, and then kicked your foot out to shut your bedroom door.

      The antidote would have to wait.

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astraltactician  asked:

Hello hello! I would like to see Quartet Night fail at cooking as well~ (it's a bit more unlikely with these guys, but it could happen >.>)

Lol what a quartet XD


You could smell the food being cooked, the aroma wafting through the airs of the house like a lull. Your stomach growled as you placed a hand on your waist. Looks like you will eat till you drop tonight. With a soft smile, you entered the kitchen but dropped your bags in shock when you saw Reiji fumble with the blowtorch, before clicking the wrong button, causing a flame to catch on the veggies surrounding the chicken, and his apron. Clearly he forgot to read the torch’s instruction manual.

“IYAAAAHHHHHHH KORE NANIIIII” He yelped, immediately hunting for water, as he tried to shrug off his apron, squawking like a duck. You tried not to laugh at the sight and ran for the fridge, taking a bottle of water and splashing it onto his burning apron and pants. Some water fell on the charcoal where the chicken was roasted upon, filling the kitchen with a drift of smoke and the two of you coughed loudly. You waved your hands frantically, finding the latch of the window and unlocking it, letting the smoke out.

You turned back to see Reiji’s cheeks dusted with charcoal, his hair done in a weird bun. You eyed him head to toe. His apron was half burnt and his jeans were saved mercifully.

“Whose blowtorch was that?” You asked sheepishly.

“RenRen. I borrowed it but didn’t ask how to use it..hahahaha” He laughed nervously, embarrassed but thrilled at you gawking at his messy attire.

“Reiji.” You stated. “You have been cooking since forever. Why wouldn’t you know how to use a blowtorch??”

He pouted. “I do know! RenRen has a weird one though!!”

You rolled your eyes before chuckling at his look. “Yeah right. Who uses a blowtorch over chicken?” You knew the answer though. He was experimenting with his techniques. Usually they’d turn out good though.

He shimmied, lips still shaped in a pout. “Me.”


You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. You were about to blink again but he growled, muttering indignantly “What are you looking at huh?” You shook your head. “What on earth happened here?” You asked, pointing at the orangish red sputters on the walls. He shrugged.

“Ranmaru.” You pressed. He grunted. You sighed, taking a handkerchief out of your pocket and wiped off the tiny splat on his cheek. He eyed you, waiting for when you’ll repeat your question but you said nothing. After long moments of silence, he gave in.

“I was blending. The cat found another kitten so I went to check it out.” His eyes softened and you noticed the new addition to your already present two cats and two kittens. You smiled softly.

He growled and huffed. “I turned the blender on but forgot the lid. When I came here to get it milk..” He snorted and you chuckled. “Its alright. Let’s clean up together.” You offered, your lips curled up to a smirk. He made a sound that sounded half amused and half choked but shrugged, grabbing the rags to clean to the walls.


Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you chuckled at the sight of your cyan haired boyfriend who had a little chick that tweeted cheerily while two other pecked at his shoulders and neck.

“Oh my god.”

“You never told me that these would hatch. I assumed these were infertile.” He said flatly and you chuckled.

He narrowed his eyes and continued. “I assumed that the eggs you got from the nearby farm were infertile. Since we couldn’t keep them in the fridge due to lack of sufficient storage, I left them out here in that box and they hatched out when I broke the egg, about to make an omelette, as the heat of the stove was enough!”

You couldn’t help but poke the chick on his head which flapped its tiny wings in response.

“Ai, I’m sorry.” You said, with no remorse and he pouted.

“It’s not funny. I wasn’t able to complete my task. Also.” He breathed immediately, you raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“They aren’t leaving me!” He said, motioning to the chicks, his voice a little shriller than normal. You felt laughter bubble up your throat and you let the giggles out, knowing it would get worse if you held back.

“They think that you’re their mama.” You poked him teasingly. He huffed with indignation, not enjoying the thought.

You raised your hands in mock surrender when he gave you a glare. “I’ll call Uncle and have him take these back.”

“Please do.”

“Also Ai,” you met his eyes. “Is something burning?” You asked, wrinkling your nose.

“My toast!” He darted for the stove, chicks still in tow.


Wouldn’t happen. Not a chance. He’d rather belly dance than have you see him screw up while cooking as he’s too proud for his own good. Even if he did screw up, he’d clean up and then let you into the kitchen or dining room, after making a fresh dish.

sidney crosby // can’t take my eyes off of you

who: Sidney x Reader

warnings: cuteness overload

premise: your date goes a little different than usual


You’re face has been pulled into a tight grin ever since your phone buzzed about 20 minutes ago.

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Our Little Secret (Jon Snow)

Prompt: I was wondering if I could get a jon snow imagine where the reader and him have sex before he leaves for the wall and she falls pregnant and never tells him until they reunite after the battle of the bastards! - Anonymous

I really suck at writing straight smut so I just kind of lead up to it, sorry! x

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Film day with Ethan.

Requested by @dolanangels: “a really fluffy imagine with ethan and Y/N where they vlog and do a girlfriend vs boyfriend challenge”


“(Y/N), come oooooon.” Ethan wined from the living room.

“I’m almost ready, chill out.” You called back. You and him had a beach day planned and he was getting restless while waiting for you to finish getting ready. 

“We’re just going to the beach, sheesh.” He complained. You tied up your hair in a messy bun and walked out of the restroom.

“Alright, I’m ready. Goodness.” You joked. You loaded up the car with all your bags and other beach gear and headed off to Santa Monica for the day. 

“See, this is why I took forever to get ready. I knew you were gonna vlog today.” You laughed as he set up his camera on the dashboard of the car.

“I can’t have an amazing day with my girl and not vlog.” He said as he kissed your cheek. You smiled and turned up the radio as you hit the highway.

Once you got to the beach, it was pretty empty, you had infinite choices of spots. You set up your towels and everything and just hung out. It was just the two of you, and it was nice to be able to spend time with each other like that. 

You bought passes for the pier and rode a few of the roads and got lunch at one of the many restaurants on the pier. After lunch, you walked down to the end of the pier and enjoyed the view.

“The water is so pretty.” You said.

“Not as pretty as you.” Ethan said.

“Haha, you’re cute.” You laughed. You kissed him softly, knowing that his viewers would go crazy once they saw that footage in the video.

After you day on the beach, once back home in your apartment that you shared with Ethan and Grayson, you sat down to film a video.

“What’s up guys, we’re back.” Grayson began.

“And today, we’re with a special guest, my girlfriend, (Y/N).” Ethan said, motioning to you. “You’ve only seen her in vlogs, but today, we decided to switch it up and have her film with us.” He added.

“So, today, we’re gonna put Ethan and (Y/N) to the test and see how well they really know each other, and their relationship.” Grayson began. “They each have written five questions, that I will be asking them. They’ll get a point for each correct answer, and the one with the most points at the end is the winner.” He finished.

“We haven’t decided on a punishment yet-” You started.

“Loser gets dumped.” Ethan joked.

“Alright then, loser gets dumped.” You laughed. Throughout the video, the questions were pretty easy. They were mostly favorites questions, like favorite movie, favorite past time, and favorite outfit that the other one wears.

“Oh, c’mon, that’s an easy one.” Ethan said has he wrote down his answer to his favorite outfit that you wear.

“It’s not that easy. Because you have different favorites. You have a favorite dress up outfit, and a favorite casual outfit. You told me this the other day. Also, you like when I wear your clothes.” You said.

“That is true, I do like when you wear my clothes.” He agreed. “Okay, I’ll give you a hint. The answer I wrote was a casual outfit.” He said.

“Okay, that helps.” You said. “I’m gonna go with, your maroon Vans hoodie and leggings.” You said.

“My maroon vans hoodie and leggiiiings.” Ethan said as he showed his paper to the camera.

“Awe, seriously? I went out on a limb with that one.” You laughed. 

“Alright, that’s another point for (Y/N) and the score is now tied at four. Whoever gets this next one wins.” Grayson said. “Alright, Ethan, the last time (Y/N) bought you clothes, what store did they come from, how many articles of clothing were there, and what were they?” Grayson said.

“Oh my gosh, what kind of question is this?” Ethan asked.

“I gotta throw a few curve balls in there.” You laughed.

“Jeez.” He said. He sat there for a minute, trying to come up with an answer. “Okay, I think I got it. It was H&M for sure, I remember that much. And I wanna say it was three items. It was the red and black flannel, the purple crewneck, and that blue baseball tee.” Ethan said. You laughed and looked down at your answer sheet. “Is that it? Was that it?” He asked.

“Red and black flannel, purple crewneck, baseball tee, AND a pair of black jeans.” You said as your flipped your paper around.

“Ooooh, nooo. I forgot about those jeans.” He said.

“She also got me this camo t-shirt, but that’s besides the point.” Grayson added. “So, that’s another point for (Y/N), which means that she won. Ethan, are you ready to get dumped?” Grayson asked. Ethan shook his head.

“Well, Ethan, it was nice knowing you. It was a nice seven month run, but I guess this is it.” You said. You kissed his hand and walked off out of frame. Ethan pretended to be distraught and fell off of his chair and faked tears. You laughed and came back into frame and sat down in Ethan’s lap.

“Just kidding. No one is getting dumped.” Ethan said. 

“Well, that’s it for this week’s video. If you liked it, go ahead and give it a thumbs up, and if you didn’t like it, you might as well give it a thumbs up.” Grayson said.

“Yeah, and go ahead and click subscribe while you’re added.” Ethan said.

“We’ll see you next Tuesday,” 

“PEACE.” You all said simultaneously. 

“Awe, that was fun.” You said.

“It was. We should film together again.” Grayson said.

“We should do the girlfriend versus brother challenge next time.” Ethan said.

“Oooh, that would be interesting.” You agreed. 

You all sat around the living room, just lounging around for the rest of the night, not doing anything in particular, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

Caught (Daveed Diggs x reader)

This is my first fanfic so please tell me how it is. There is a lot more written, but I am just sharing this much to see if y’all like it. I will post the rest if y’all do.  (I know it says Daveed x reader, but in the story I put Maddy, but you can read it with what ever name you want.)

Word Count: 4565

Enjoy and please send requests!:)


You stand behind Daveed in his dressing room while he sits in his chair facing his mirror. You are playing with his curls not realising you have a small smile on your face.

“Do you like my hair love?” he asked.

“Oh, what? Sorry, it’s really soft and I’m a sucker for curly hair.” you respond.

“By all means keep playing please, It’s, dare I say, satisfying.” he says

“Clever,” you say as you roll your eyes.

“Why don’t you do something with it? Don’t get me wrong, the scalp massage is wonderful, but why don’t you do something with it?” Daveed suggests.

“Okay, I can do that. What about braids? I love braiding hair.” you say with a hint of excitement.

“Oooo la la, can you cornrow?” he says with a smirk on his face.

“Of course, you wish is my command,” you laugh.

You start sectioning off his hair and begin braiding the middle of section. You look up in the mirror once you started and noticed the pained look on his face.

“Am I pulling too hard?” you say half sympathetically half sarcastically.

“No, darling, beauty is pain. Amirite?” he responds with a little strain in his voice.

“Darling?” you asked.

His face turns a light shade of red and he quickly responds with, “Just trying to not make you feel as bad for hurting me.”

“Mhmm..” you say.

Daveed pulls out his phone and begins to scroll through his social media accounts and responds to a few fans tweets and comments.

“My girl doing my hair after a wonderful show.”

You look up and giggle a little.

“What are you doing Diggs?” you say covering your face as you notice he is videoing.

“Say hello to the gram!!” he says excitedly as he grabs your hands to move them away from your face.

“Hello,” you say shyly with a small giggle.

“Maddy here is doing my hair, she’s pretty great if I do say so myself.” Daveed says into the camera and moves his head around to show the camera.

“Stop moving around and let me finish or I’m going to pull harder.” you threaten.

“Yes ma’am!” he exclaims and hurries into his seat.

You go back to braiding his hair and glance up again at his phone notice it’s a live video. He starts answering some of the questions that pop up in the comments, but you don’t pay attention you just concentrate on the braiding at hand. After an hour or so you finish.

“I’m finished. Do you know you have A LOT of hair?” you asked.

“I would have never guessed it.” he says sarcastically as he looks into the mirror,  hand on his chin.

“Ha Ha so funny,” so snark back.

Daveed looks at you and you look at him once you feel his eyes on you. You loved Daveed and was so happy that he enjoyed having you around. You have known him all your life and were really close until you went separate ways for college. He went to King’s College to major in Drama and you went down south to the University of South Alabama majoring in history to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, but Lin asked you to help you with the show so you could make sure he was getting everything right and giving the show more authenticity. Lin was also close with Daveed after they met each other in college, that’s how we became close again. It was only one of the first couple of shows so we weren’t back to where we were, but I was just happy to have him back in my life. You are pulled out of your thoughts by Daveed’s hands gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap. He was so much bigger than you he could almost fit both of his hands around your waist.

Your face turns red and you notice his smirk. God, that smirk. You glanced over at the clock he had on the dresser and noticed how late it was.

“Whoa, I didn’t realize how late it was.” you say.

“Jeez, I had no idea either.” he agreed.

“I should get going, the walk to my place is kind of lengthy. You’re lucky you get a bed here. I hate walking the streets by myself this late.” you say as you look down at your hands.

“You could sleep in mine. I mean I would sleep here too because, you know it’s my bed, ” he suggested as he moved some of my hair to behind my ear. He put his hand under your chin and turned your head so you would be looking at him.

“I mean if you want to,” he says.

“Sure, but one thing.”


“I have to sleep naked.” you say awkwardly as you look back down at your hands.

“Okay, but I’m not making any promises that I can keep my hands to myself.” he flirts.

“As long as you don’t get too handsy, it might be okay,” you flirt back.

The two of you look at each other and give a smirk. He then leans into you and your lips crash together. He stands up with you and walks over to the bed and gently sets me down and lays me back. There is one hand to my right and the other is roaming my body.

“I hope this is okay,” Daveed says. “I have wanted to do this for a while. You are just so beautiful and seeing you walking around with your hair in a messy bun and looking over everything and sometimes giving history lessons about random things makes you irresistible to me.”

“Can I be honest with you?” you say. “I have wanted you for forever, all the way back to high school, but I didn’t want to hurt our friendship and how close we were.” you spit out.

“Me too,” he says to your amazement, “I have always wanted you to be just mine.”

You stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds and then begin to kiss again like before. Daveed starts to remove some of your clothing and you do the same to him. You slide off his boxers and grab what he has between his legs, but he grabs your wrist and moves your hand away. He takes himself and put it between your legs as you let out a small moan.

“Do you like what you feel, my love?”


You lean up and put your arms around the back of his neck and move to position yourself to be on top. He gives you a grin and moves his hands from your thighs to your waist with a firm grip. Daveed helps move your hips and he licks his lips every so often. You can tell he is getting close so you start to move your hips a little more than what he was helping you do and you see his eyes roll into the back of his head. He quickly flips you underneath him and lets go on you chest and stomach.

“Fucking christ, babygirl!” he yells in between a few moans and grunts.

He gives he a devious look and starts to go down on you.

“Your turn, my sweetness.”

As soon as he starts your back arches. You don’t know what to think, should you be happy or upset that he was so good at this? At the moment you didn’t really care because you could feel yourself quickly getting close. Before you know it you are moaning his name.

“Daveeeeed. Oh my, Daveed.”

“Yes, darling?”

“You’re amazing.”

“As are you. I had so idea your body was as beautiful as your face and mind.”

You clean off and cuddle together before drifting to sleep. The two of you are sleeping peacefully wrapped up in each other until you hear someone banging on the door before it opened. Daveed quickly pulled the covers up over you to keep you from being embarrassed by someone seeing you naked. He sits up and notices its Lin, Anthony, and Oak.

“See, I told you he’d be in here.” Lin exclaimed.

“What are you guys dong in here, do you have any idea what time it is?” Daveed said as he rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah, but do you?” Anthony asked a little annoyed.

“It’s almost 10 am!” Oak said.

“Anthony, why do you sound upset?” Daveed asked still adjusting to the lights.

“Because some people didn’t get sleep!” he said, raising his voice. “Check the other rooms before you decide to make all that noise again.”

“Oh, wow I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you take that to your apartment?” Lin questioned.

“It was late and my apartment is quite a hike,” Daveed responded.

“Fair enough,” Lin replied.

“Can we just start going over the script again?” Oak chimed in.

“Yes, please!” Anthony agreed.

“I will call Maddy, she isn’t here yet either. While we are waiting on her you can get dressed and ready,” Lin added.

“No, no, no, I can call her. I need some coffee. I was going to ask her to pick me up some anyway, why not kill two birds with one stone?” Daveed said quickly.

“Um, okay?” Lin said with a confused look.

Anthony stood behind Lin. He was turned to the door about to leave when he turned to face Daveed with a funny look on his face. Daveed knew that look. He knew something was up. Anthony pulled out his phone and dialed your number and waited. There was nothing. Luckily you put your phone on silent last night while Lin was talking to the cast last night after the preview. Oak and Lin turned towards Anthony to see what he was up to and while they did Daveed looked at you with wide eyes and you did the same.

“Uh, guys, can I get dressed?” Daveed asked

“Right, right we will get going.” Anthony said hesitantly.

A few moments after the door shut you sat up and Daveed kissed your lips a couple of quick times and then rested his lips on your forehead. You climbed into his lap and wrapped your legs around him and laid your head on him. He rubbed your back gently after tilting your head up to kiss you again. You lifted your hands to run your fingers in his soft curls, but was met with braids. You had forgotten that you braided his hair and pulled away to look at Daveed.

“That was close,” you said with a huff.

“I KNEW IT!” Anthony yelled as he swung the door open to reveal Lin, Oak, and himself standing outside the door.

They quickly all turned away because the blanket was no longer covering your body nor Daveed’s. He pulled you in closer and you could feel your face getting redder by the millisecond. You both knew there was no way to keep the love between the two of you a secret for very long, but you thought you would have a few days before everyone figured it out.

“C’mon guys, really?” Daveed sighed.

“We were gonna tell you eventually,” you said quietly turning just you head.

“Whoa, Maddy?!” Lin, Anthony, and Oak said.

“What?” you asked.

“I, um, it’s just, well you always wear baggy clothes, I never knew your body was like wow.” Lin said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey eyes off, she’s mine!” Daveed protested, “Will you please leave now so we can get dressed?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Anthony said sheepishly.

They exited the room again and when they were on the other side of the door you heard one of them say, “Holy SHIT! I wish I was him.” and the others agree. You looked up at Daveed and gave him an awkward smile. He let out a small laugh at you and smiled back.

“I am sorry Maddy,” he said, “I didn’t know they were barge in here like that. I should have locked the door last night.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We didn’t know that was going to happen, I just wish we would have been able to tell them on our own instead of them finding out on their own,” you explained.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Do I really wear baggy clothes all the time?” you ask.

He thinks back, “Yeah, kind of,” he recalls.

“Oh, wow. Maybe I should update my wardrobe,” you say.

“Only if I can come with you and help,” he says with a wink.

Daveed stands up with you still in his arms and spins around and gently tosses you on the bed. He picks up his shirt off the floor and puts in on you.

“Here, is this baggy enough?” he says jokingly

“Hmmm, I think it’s a bit snug,” you say laughing.

He was a lot bigger than you so the shirt fit you like a dress almost. You got up and started to mockingly model the shirt. You both laugh and he pulls you to him and kisses the top of your head. He takes back the shirt and puts it on himself. You begin to get dressed and before you are done there is a knock at the door. You give a worried look to Daveed, and he gives the same one to you.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“It’s Lin. Are you coming, or are you busy?” he jokes.

“I might need a little longer,” Daveed jokes back.

You slip your shirt on and Daveed walks over to the door and opens it.

“Ah, finally! Can we get started now? Everyone is waiting,” Lin says.

Daveed looks at you for confirmation and you nod your head.

“Yep, we will be on stage soon, I promise,” he tells Lin.

“Okay just hurry please,” he responds.

“Hey, Lin!” you call out as he walks away.


“Do I need to be out there with everyone, or do I have time to go get coffee?” you ask.

“Only if you bring me some back!” he shouts from down the hallway.

“Do you want anything?” you ask.

“Sure, whatever you get,” he says, “Here let me pay.”

“Are you sure? I can get it.”

“No, take it. I still feel bad for them walking in here this morning.”

“Okay, if you say so.” you say taking the card, “I will be back in a few.”

You walk up the hallway and part ways with Daveed when he gets to the stage door. He rubs your back and goes to the stage. You keep walking and turn left to go down the main hall and out the door.

The coffee shop was next door so you were back within 10 minutes. You back down the hallway all the cast members rooms are on.  You hear music playing and Daveed rapping his first part in Aaron Burr, Sir. You can’t but smile a little. You go through the door and peak onto the stage and see Lin watching intently as all his hard work is coming together. He stands at the front of the stage singing his parts as they come up so he can watch. After the song is done I walk up to him and hand him his coffee. Daveed walks over and I hand him his coffee also.

“Hey everyone can break,” Lin says before drinking his coffee.

“This is good, I think I should let you get me coffee more often,” Daveed says to you.

You blush and give a shy, “Thanks.”

“Hey now, where is our coffee?” you hear Anthony call out as he walks over towards you followed by Oak.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you guys wanted any, besides you don’t deserve any after bursting into Daveed’s room earlier,” you said sassily.

“Actually I think I do deserve coffee. You know you two weren’t the only two here last night, trust me I should know. I didn’t get a wink of sleep, thank you,” Anthony said as a matter of factly.

You looked to Daveed for rescue. He came closer to me and put his arm around my waist. He leans down and kisses your lips. You kiss back, and by this time most of the cast is walking back to the stage and they notice you and Daveed. He pulls you tight and you hear Lin, Anthony, and Oak groan.

“Really guys, I don’t want the visual the audio track was enough for me,” Anthony says as he covers his face.

“C’mon Diggs let’s get back to rehearsal, the sooner we are done the sooner you can get back to Maddy,” Lin says stepping to break you two apart.

“Amen!” Daveed says.

You giggle and blush as he kisses your hands before he walks back to the center of the stage. This time Lin joins them and he tell them that they will run through the whole thing. You make eye contact with Lin and roll your eyes while grins. Daveed looks like he could die when he hears what Lin said.

A few hours later you walk with Daveed back to his room and he goes to give you a hug and you accept it until you feel all of his sweat cling to you.

“Don’t I smell great?” he asks sarcastically.

“Delightful,” you shoot back.

“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?”

“Sure, but first you must shower,” you insist, “Please take those braids out too, I miss your curls already.”

“Anything for you my dear.” he adds.

“What time do I need to be ready?”

“Well its 3 now so how about 7?”

“Perfect, I can go get a new outft, take a nap, and still have time to get ready.”

“I am coming with you remember?”

“Okay but you still need a shower first.”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll run down the hall and shower off, but first you need to undo these braids.”

“Come here.”

You finish taking out the braids in 15 minutes and he goes down the hall to shower. He comes back in no time and is in a change of clothes. He grabs his bag and a water and then my hand and we walk out of the theater. We go down the street and found some shops to stop in and look. Then we walk into Express and find something. It’s a peach, off the shoulder, lace romper. I came out of the dressing room and Daveed looked at me wide-eyed and mouth opened.

“You need to get more things like this. Your body is so wonderful my love. Why do you always cover it up?”

“I don’t know, just always in a rush and throw things on.”

“Well my next day off we are going shopping. I want to show everyone what’s mine.”

You blush. He made you heart race at that statement. You go back into the dressing room and put on your baggy shorts you got from Old Navy and your stretched out Pink Floyd shirt. Before you left you looked in the mirror and pulled your clothes tighter so you could see the difference. You had to admit it, the boys were right… you did look good. You let a small laugh out at yourself as you picked up the romper and headed to the register. I kissed Daveed and agreed to him picking me up at my apartment at 7.

Once back at the apartment you took a shower and made sure to shave your legs perfectly. Even though y’all slept together last night, this was still technically the first date and you were very nervous. You put on the new romper and just a little bit of make up. As you finished rubbing in the lotion you applied to your legs you heard a knock on the door.

“I’m coming!” you yelled as you grabbed your purse on the way to the door and opened it.

“Whoa,” Daveed says.

“You act like you didn’t see this on me almost 2 hours ago.”

“Well you just look so wow,” he stares, “Maybe we should just stay in tonight.”

“Dav, I didn’t buy this so you could take it off as soon as I put it on.”

“I know, I am only kidding. Let’s get going shall we?”

Daveed was so charming. Sometimes it felt like he never came out of his Lafayette character, not that it was a bad thing because what girl doesn’t love a frenchmen? Who were you kidding, he was always like this even when you went to highschool with him. Boy were you glad Lin found you and brought you two back in each others lives.

At dinner there isn’t a dull moment. You could tell Daveed was nervous because he kept fidgeting with everything. He didn’t even fidget this much before a performance. His hands were shaking so much at the beginning he almost spilled his water.

Once y’all finished dinner he suggested going back to his apartment. You agreed and started the trek. On the way he stopped and brought you roses and was always telling you something he loved about you or how much fun he was having or bringing your hand to his mouth to plant a sweet kiss. You didn’t know what to do because no one had never done this to you. Finally at the door he tries to unlock the door, but drops the keys on the ground. Once he gets it unlocked he opens the door to the apartment filled with lit candles and rose petals all over.

“What is all of this?”

“Well I still feel bad about earlier and this is more how I thought of us being together the first time. My babygirl deserves the very best.”

“This is so sweet. When did you have time to do all of this. Is this why you have been so nervous? Did you think the apartment was going to burn down because you did this before dinner?”

“That’s the other thing, I made the boys come here while we were at dinner and when we were almost home they started lighting the candles.”

“This is just… wow.”

“Could you really tell I was nervous?”

“Of course. Don’t you remember who calmed your nerves before you started doing plays and musicals? You sure have come a long way since then, you don’t get nervous anymore. You just go out there and kick ass.”

“Well that’s because you are so amazing, darling.”

At this he tucks some of your hair behind your ear and moves his hand behind your head to pull you in and kiss you passionately. You move as close as you can and you feel his hand move to the small of your back and try to pull you even closer. He almost loses his balance. You both laugh and then he takes your hand and leads you towards the couch. Before you sit on the couch he asks if you want to put on something more comfortable.

“But I don’t have any clothes here, and I surely don’t want to wear some other girl’s clothes.”

“I wasn’t going to give you some other girl’s clothes, I was going to give one of my shirts or something. I know how baggy you like your clothes.”

“Right, I knew that. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. C’mon follow me.”

“Candles in here too?”

“Well only if you want. Everything is up to you love.”

“How about a movie once I change into something more my style?”

“Sure thing. The shirts are in the second drawer. Do you need anything else?”

“Um shorts or something.”

“Top drawer.”

Daveed left the room and you rummaged through the drawer to find a shirt and settled on a Space Invaders shirt which was bigger than the one from that morning so you assumed it was once from high school. You closed the second drawer and opened the top one. All you saw were boxers. You loved wearing boxers, so much in fact you even owned a few pairs of your own for lazy days you didn’t feel like putting on real pants. There were so many pairs of dark colored boxers, mainly briefs but a few looser normal boxers so you found the smallest pair and slipped them on. You exited the room and went back to the living room. Daveed was scrolling through Netflix to find a movie.

“What do you feel like watching?”

“It doesn’t matter, I like most movies.”

“Even horror?”

“No. I LOVE horror movies.”


“Yeah, I know, it’s weird.”

“It’s okay, I dig weird.”

“Good because I dig you too Diggs.”

“I see you found a shirt from high school. Sorry there wasn’t much of a variety in the boxers, I usually sag a little bit I didn’t want to have them clash with my out fit.”

“What a diva.”

“Someone in this relationship needs to be the fashionable one.”

Relationship, that word took you by surprise. It stuck in the back of your head for the rest of the night. Did he mean like serious bf/gf? You really wanted that but you didn’t want to get in the way of his performing.

After scrolling through you agree on Lights Out. You’ve seen this movie bu forgot most of it. Daveed has never seen it. He leans forward and set the controller on the table. When he leans back he grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and puts it around you after he pulled you to him. Y’all snuggled together on one side of the couch, but by the end of the movie you two ended up laying on the couch and you woke up to Daveed trying to reach the controller.

“When did I fall asleep?”

“Close to the beginning of the movie, that’s why I laid down.”

“Wow, I am sorry.”

“It’s okay, although I could have gone without the snoring.”

“Snoring?!? Oh my gosh that’s so embarrassing.”

“You don’t snore loud, it’s a cute snore.”

You giggle and then let out a yawn.

“Are you still tired?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been sleeping much lately. I don’t really enjoy sleeping alone in my apartment.”

Daveed wraps you up in his arms and carries you to his bed and lays you down, kisses you on the forehead, and tells you he will be right back. Once he leave the room you take your borrowed clothes and snuggle into the bed under the blankets. He returns a few minutes later and climbs into the bed next to you.

“Whoa, Maddy.”

“What?” you respond with your eyes closed.

“Why are you naked? I  thought you were tired.”

“I am. I sleep naked, remember?”

“Sorry, I forgot.”

“It’s fine. Again, it’s weird, I know.”

He leans down and kisses you with his soft lips. You open your eyes at this and smile. You move towards him and he embraces you. With your head on his chest and his arms around you holding you tight with one and rubbing your back with his other, and you dose off. You loved this. You could get used to falling asleep with Daveed wrapped around you, and his muscles were just wonderful. You fell asleep quickly and peacefully. You never want to fall asleep without him, you felt so protected.

Gryffindor Aesthetics (lots of quotes) - big t-shirts/jeans/converse, gets into fights if anyone says anything bad about their friends, full make-up or no make up, playing quidditch all summer, says “bitch, what the fuck?” like everyday, fireworks, “I don’t know shit my dude, not a fuck”, “You’re a loser, no one likes you, you’re gonna die alone” “Cheers I’ll drink to that bro”, only good vibes man, *best friend crying over a boy* “put those tears back in your eyes where they belong”, big dumb smiles and laughs, rebel, “are we gonna smoke that shit later?” “this is your father” “I didn’t ask who you were, I asked if we were gonna smoke that shit later?” climbing everything, singing all the time good or bad, thrasher sweatshirt with heelys, messy hair, brushes hair like once and then is done forever, swears way too much, “Hey! She may be a pain in the ass, but she’s my pain in the ass.”, stays up late wakes up early, bruises and scratches all over, dogs are life, rain and thunderstorms, night time, hot summer nights, constantly fidgeting especially with their wands, “mondo bummer”, “suh dude”, 90s cartoons, bonfires, “Oh my God, I have to fight a goat? I don’t think I can do that morally.”, “Well, the medallion says that’s dumb, so we’re not going to do that.”,“It’s because he’s dead you dumb motherfu…”, “There’s only one thing to do: I have to die. I love you all… except you Draco. I can’t fucking stand you.”, James Potter and AVPM Harry Potter, get rekt. 


Request: Could I request 17 with got7 JB?? Please and thank you 😙😙

17) You and your bias get stuck in a storm.

Member: Got7′s JB x Y/N

Type: Fluff? technically…

The rain fell hard on Jaebum’s shoulders as we sprinted to the car. I liked to pretend that I could dodge the droplets as my feet skipped from one piece of pavement to another. In reality, I knew I was just as soaked if not more so, than my counterpart. 

“Yah!” he shouted angrily, pulling helplessly on the handle of the car. “Keys Y/N! Keys!” 

I gasped, running a hand through my dripping hair to see more clearly as I dug through my bag. I knew my keys were in there somewhere. After a few minutes of searching and an eternity’s worth of death glares from JB, my fingers finally hit metal. I fumbled with the key fob, nearly dropping it into the puddle I was standing in and frantically pounded at the unlock button. JB sighed in relief as the handle pulled in his grip and he hopped into the passenger’s seat. I yanked at my own handle on the drivers side and tumbled in as well. 

We sat in silence for a moment, collecting our breaths and respective thoughts. I finally attempted to get a hand through my tangled hair and grumbled to myself. I pushed it out of my direct sight to see JB trying to do the same. 

“Why didn’t you have the keys ready…before we ran out of the shop?” he hissed. He whipped his hair back, sending small droplets to cover the center console. He tugged at his sweater, now matted with rain to his shirt. He gave a few tugs, sending his shirt riding up his stomach as well. I felt my breath catch as bit by bit, he began to reveal his caramel colored skin to me. I squinted, noting his small happy trail traveling up his flat stomach and smirked to myself. 

“Yah, what are you smiling about?” he gasped. “Help me!” 

I nodded, quickly shaking myself from my previous thought as I reached out with shaking fingers. I tugged at the woven fabric, trying to stop myself from glancing down at his skin again. With careful touches, I separated his thin cotton t-shirt from the sweater and helped him launch it over his head and into the back seat. 

“Thanks,” he sighed, tugging down his shirt and giving me a side eye.

“Mhm,” I nodded, averting my eyes and sticking the keys into the ignition. I turned the air on full blast and attempted to dry my body. 

“Uh…” he hummed, cutting his eyes at me again. I followed his gaze, looking down at what I had forgotten was a white t-shirt and my very hot pink bra beneath. 

“Aish,” I groaned, wrapping my arms around my torso and leaning my head against the headrest. 

JB chuckled, running his hands along his arms. He leaned over, clicking the air conditioner to the heat instead and sighed. “Nice color, matches your cheeks.”

I rolled my eyes, still not daring to look at him but through my peripherals. I hadn’t been close with JB very long, but we had a very convoluted relationship. it mostly involved me embarrassing myself in front of him and him picking at me as if he were a schoolyard bully. I had a love/hate relationship with him that we both readily acknowledged. We weren’t friends, but we weren’t dating. We were stuck in a weird sort of in between. 

I leaned forward again, setting my hand on the shifter to launch us into reverse when his hand encased mine, halting any action or actual thought process. 

“Don’t you think we should wait?” he asked. He looked down at our interlaced hands and quickly pulled his hand back as if my skin was covered in toxic waste. “Until the weather slows down? I would like to live to see my next birthday.”

“Contrary to popular belief,” I sighed, looking down at my own hand, wondering what was so unappealing about it. “I am capable of driving in rain.”

“Just like you were capable of getting us inside the vehicle?” he grumbled, crossing his arms and flicking his wet hair back again. It was incredible how he could go from handsome to sexy in mere seconds. Who knew pushing your hair back could make your face shine in a completely different light?

“Yah, why do you keep looking at me like that?” JB groaned. “It’s weird. Quit being weird!”

I began to blush immediately at having been caught and turned away from him once again, rolling my eyes. “Fine Jaebum oppa, I won’t look at you for the remainder of our time together.”

“Suites me fine,” he nodded smugly. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t speak either,” I mumbled sarcastically, crossing my arms and gazing out the window. The rain still poured over my small vehicle. Violent splashes of water continued to hit my glass and I closed my eyes, trying to center my feelings. 

“Alright,” JB chuckled. “Quite being so dramatic, yeah? You’re starting to sound like Jackson.”

“Look,” I sighed, turning my body to face him. 

“I would like to point out, you are both looking and speaking to me currently, two things you claimed you would not-”

“God JB, shut up,” I groaned, launching my lips towards his. My initial goal was, as cliche as it sounded, to shut him up. I couldn’t stand his picking any longer and I wouldn’t take it lying down anymore. The problem came after I realized what I had done and my mouth was flush against his. We both sat still for a moment, unsure of what to do. I kept my eyes locked shut, trying to wish myself out of existence. I was hoping he’d suddenly hear a loud pop and I would disappear, but no such luck. 

After remaining unmoving, JB finally put a little pressure into the kiss, placing a light hand against mine on the center console. I dared to peak an eye open to see both of his closed, immersed in whatever this was. I kissed back, eventually feeling as if my heart were going to fall out of my mouth, and began to back away. I sat back in the drivers seat, my eyes wide, waiting for him to say something. 

“Took you long enough,” he whispered before he even had his eyes open. 

“YAH, IM JAEBUM,” I gasped, looking for the nearest thing to throw at him. “WHAT DO YOU - WHY DO YOU - I”

“Cat got your tongue?” he chuckled, opening his eyes and lifting his brows. “Or was that me?”

“I don’t know how I can simultaneously hate you and be attracted to you!” I whined, slamming my balled fists against the steering wheel. 

“I tend to have that effect on people,” he smiled, watching me carefully. 

“Oh yeah? Great, and by people you mean…?” I grunted. 

“You mostly, but I’ve only been waiting for you to kiss me for about an eternity now, so it was nice that you finally did. I didn’t want to have to pick on you forever,” he said with a wink. 

“So you’re telling me,” I hissed, shivering from my wet clothes that were growing more cold by the moment. “This has been some twisted elementary school style courting tactics this whole time?” 

“Well…I mean if you’re going to be blunt,” he muttered, looking away. 

I sighed, running a hand through my messy hair. “You’re impossible.”

“No, I’m Jaebum,” he said, looking up at me again with a sly grin. 

“Hi Jaebum, I’m desperately trying to find patience with you,” I muttered. 

“That’s a strange name, so long-” he chuckled as I launched myself at him again, this time toppling over the center console and landing square in his lap. I took his face in my hands and kissed him desperately. 

“Please, just shut up,” I whispered, peppering small kisses on his lips. 

He growled against my mouth, pulling at the belt loops of my jeans and situating me to straddle him. “Keep kissing me then.”

Originally posted by itsjaebeom