she skips up to him and excitedly asks what he's doing on friday

Teen Wolf Imagine- The Worst Day Ever

Today was defiantly not your day. You woke up, strangely without your boyfriend lying next to you. You sat up to see the alarm clock, shit you were an hour late for school. There was a note on the bedside table, you read it and couldn’t help but scoff, ‘Your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up, if you’re late there’s a fake doctors note on the kitchen table, love Isaac x’ You jumped out of bed and brushed your teeth. It wasn’t long until you realised you left your bag of clean clothes along with your hairbrush at home. Just great, you pulled out one of Isaac’s flannel shirts that he doesn’t wear, rather than going with the alternative of a V-neck and cardigan. You quickly pulled on a pair of black leggings you left in his wardrobe and a pair of white converse. You barley had enough time to comb your hair with Isaac’s old one, your hair wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t particularly good. You grabbed your purse, not worrying about breakfast. Which was a stupid idea because you not only had to walk all the way to school on an empty stomach but you also forgot to get the note, earning you an hour detention on Friday. You had a strong feeling that the rest of the day wouldn’t have much else to offer.

You got there, with 45 minutes left of your second period. You strolled in coaches room, ignoring his sarcastic comment on how it was a miracle for you to be alive, you were too busy glaring at Scott and Stiles’ faces and how they were trying not to laugh from behind their hands. Conveniently, today was the only day you had lessons that all had at least one pack member in. This was clearly going to be the joke of the day between you all. “Y/L/N, you’re so profoundly late I have no idea why you bothered showing up. Now I have to explain everything all over again so I don’t have to listen to you ask questions for the next god knows how long” Coach lectured. “As much as I enjoy our little chats, I’ll take a rain check. I’m sure my dearest friends here can fill me in while you return to that water over there, which is clearly vodka” you gave a sarcastic smile, which he returned. As much as he pretended, he loved being out sassed by you every lesson. “You’ve got quite the get up there” Stiles laughed, referring to the oversized top and look of destain you had going on. “Clearly you’d know a good flannel when you see it” you replied, not meaning for him to take it as a compliment, which he did. “I’m sorry about leaving you asleep but me and Isaac as a joint supernatural force couldn't move you from that bed” Scott said, still containing a laugh. “My dearest cousin Scott, how I would love to kick your ass right now” you claimed. “How I am sure you would” he smiled, handing you the notes on the assignment. “Y/N, I can hear your sarcasm from here and its making my brain hurt” Coach whined from his desk. “That’ll be the hangover sir” you retort. But before he could say anything back he was distracted by Greenburg and his audacity to click his pen more than twice in a minute. The bell finally went off, you began to pack your things away but coach had an announcement first, “Hang on you bunch of delinquents, anyone who has their free period straight after break has to take a mandatory cooking class. I would tell you why but I wont because I stopped listening during staff debriefing this morning-” he began to ramble. “Great that’s me” you huffed. “Same” Stiles voiced. You definitely were not looking forward to that.

Break was the perfect time for you to kill your boyfriend and to discuss your weekend plans with Lydia and Allison. “Heyy guys” Stiles beamed as you met up with the other half of the pack. You sat opposite Isaac, he was clearly trying to avoid your death stare. “Y/N, what the hell happened to you?” Lydia asked in pure shock. “You don’t even want to know” you said, shaking your head. “At least you look hot in my shirt” Isaac complimented, glancing timidly at you. “Don't” you said, through gritted teeth. “Technically it’s not his fault, you’re the one that didn’t wake up” Allison tried to help. “Well he’s the one that kept me up all night” you remarked. It took them a second, before Scott and Stiles pulled a disgusted face and the girls an approving one. “It was worth it” Isaac smirked, causing you to kick him under the table. “Dude that’s my cousin” Scott said, now also glaring at him. “Anyway, did you hear about the whole cooking thing” Lydia sighed. “Yeah, we have it next” Stiles said, gesturing between you and him. “Thank god, at least I wont be with random idiots incapable of cooking” Lydia said in relief.

“You two are a pair of idiots, incapable of cooking” Lydia said in clear frustration. “I think it’s going pretty well” Stiles said proudly. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it” you agreed. You took a step back to realise the utter mess you two made, who knew making dessert could be so hard without a recipe. “I’ll re-make this, just start melting the chocolate” Lydia said, trying to keep herself calm. You and Stiles both fumbled for the large chocolate bar, taking a piece each before she noticed. You reached over and picked up the first pan you saw in the cupboard, not knowing what the different ones were for. You both broke the pieces up and put them in the pan, you left Stiles to work out the right temperature on the stove. You turned around for second, until you heard Stiles erupt into laughter. “What?” you asked sharply. “ You’ve got two handprints on your bum” he said between laughs. Great you must of got flour on your leggings when you pulled them up earlier. “Is it coming off?” you asked, brushing it. Normally you’d be offended if a guy looked at your bum, but it was Stiles he was practically your brother. “Sure” he lied. “Shit Stiles, the pan’s overflowing!” you shouted, as you both stumbled over to it. This drew Lydia’s attention back over to you both, “You used an egg pan to melt chocolate?” she asked, also shouting. This group cooking project wasn’t going too well. You dipped your finger in the over spilled chocolate, it was a good idea to have a cheeky finger lick in all the commotion. That was until you realised it was scorching hot and you burned your finger. You ran over to the tap, putting your finger under it. “Y/N, you’ll heal in like 4 seconds, come here and help” Stiles demanded, while Lydia wiped the flour from her hands quickly with a tea towel. The scent of burning filled the room, along with the sound of you three shouting at each other. By now you had racked up an audience of bewildered students. “Stiles turn the heat off” you exclaimed, as Lydia wafted away the smoke before the fire alarm went off. Stiles, forgot which way to turn the dial. Resulting in him turning it up and a flame blazing up for a second. Eventually it all died down and the three of you slid down onto the floor. “Well on the bright side, no one got hurt” you said slowly. “Erm guys” Stiles squeaked. You and Lydia turned to look at him and instantly covered your mouths. “Notice anything different?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space above his left eye. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, you were laughing so hard you had to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Half of my eyebrow has been singed off!!” Stiles raised his voice, causing you to laugh even more. “Do the three of you care to explain?” the teacher demanded, rather than asked. “Ermm…no…?” you winced.

The three of you were let out of the principals office just in time for lunch. You’d been let off pretty lightly considering the collateral damage you caused. The only difference was that you had a double detention on Friday instead. You joined your friends on your lunch table, this time Isaac had saved a seat next to him. You sat down and he kissed your cheek, making your blush slightly. “Why aren’t you three eating? And why are you holding your eyebrow?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to know” Lydia said this time, shaking her head. “How’s Boyd holding up, after, you know…” you asked, after noticing he wasn’t at school again. “He’s hurting, but don’t worry about it, he’ll be okay” Isaac said, squeezing your hand. “Derek’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Allison asked. Scott simply nod his head to confirm, while taking a bite out of his sandwich. “ Seriously, why are you holding your eyebrow?” Isaac asked intrigued. “He burnt it off” Lydia said bluntly. “You have to show us” Allison said excitedly. Stiles grumbled before moving his hand slowly, causing you all this time to burst out laughing. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more like a spaz” Isaac claimed. “Well, I think you look smoakin Stiles” Allison grinned. “I know, he’s too hot to handle” Scott added. Lydia was trying so hard to hide her smile, because she was still pretending to be mad. “Cut him some slack, there’s no need to, roast” you said, purposely cringey. “ You guys make me sick” he seethed. You all smiled sarcastically. Isaac fed you a grape and kissed you, before you all went to your final two periods.

When you made it to the last lesson of the day, you were physically and emotionally drained. Werewolf or not, you weren’t prepared for todays antics. You had English class, with Scott, Isaac, Allison and of course the twins. They were on wined up duty, even after the chaotic day you’d all already had. They’d took apart their bikes and were purposely teasing them, which included Isaac getting his own back, getting Aiden suspended. However, while you were all standing outside of the classroom you luckily bumped into your gym teacher who was just walking by. “Y/N, glad I caught you” she said casually, even though you were hiding behind Isaac and she never normally walks to the top floor. You huffed and trudged over to her with your friends childishly sniggering, you turned around to tell them to cut it out, all you got was a kiss blown at you by Isaac . “You skipped another one of my lessons, that is the third time so I’m going to issue you a detention” she said falsely. Three in a day, it couldn’t get any worse. “When is it?” you asked with an eye roll. “This Friday” she answered. “I already have two that day”  you groaned. “Well now you have three” she retort, clicking her pen and walking away with her clipboard of names in check. Yes, it could get worse.

“Stiles, Shut up!” you shouted. He had been annoying you all day. “Could you just ask her please” he plead. “No, and even if I did ask her, she would say no!” you were becoming impatient with him. He had been asking you all day about Lydia, he wanted you to ask if she wanted to go on a date with him, even though she was occupied by Aiden. “Ask her yourself!” you huffed. Luckily you lived opposite ways to him so you could avoid him on the walk home. You were about a block away from your house when you heard someone honking behind you. “You’re fucking kidding me“ you turned around to see Stiles in his jeep. Maybe if you ignored him he would go away, you turned around and began walking. He started to drive beside you. "Y/N!” he started shouting out of his car window. Just then Allison caught up with you. “Why is Stiles so desperate to talk to you?” she asked laughing. She looked at you before realising your eyes had turned gold. “Stiles, Stop, her eyes” she shouted while making sure no one was around. Stiles seemed to ignore her warning and proceeded to aggravate you. “Stiles an out of control werewolf is pretty terrifying, for you anyway” Allison exclaimed. “Right” Stiles said awkwardly, he stopped the car in the middle of the empty road and rushed out. “Just calm down” Allison said anxiously. “Take deep breaths” Stiles said, trying to help. You were breathing heavily and your eyes turned back to their original colour. There was a moment of silence and relief. “Soo… is asking Lydia a definite no or…” Stiles asked. You let out a low growl, as a final warning. He held his hands up to surrender. “Are we still on for the pack pizza party later?” he asked, mainly to break the tension. “Ill be there at seven, eat all of the pizza again before I get there Stiles and I’ll break your arm” you retort, continuing to walk home. “Love you too” he shouted to you. You shook your head smiling, flipping him off from over your shoulder. As much as you hated him, you loved that hyperactive goofball.

You decided to have the get together in Lydia’s house, rather than at Derek’s loft or at yours and Scott’s. You arrived later on because you had to finish your math homework for tomorrow anyway. When you got there, Stiles did actually leave you some pizza for once, your bad luck must of ended, or because you were going to kill him earlier. You sat next to Isaac and he put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Do you want to go back to Scott’s after the film? The others are staying here tonight” he said. “I just need my bed” you answered. He nod and you all got settled for the film. Due to Derek being the guest of honour he got to choose the film, as usual he picked an old action movie that sent most of you to sleep within half an hour, including himself. You forced yourself to stay awake so you could get home in time to have a shower. But as soon as you got back you flopped onto your bed, you couldn’t be bothered to shower, there was always the morning. You did brush your teeth and get changed first though. Isaac was about to turn your bedroom light off when he glanced over to your desk. “Y/N” he said softly. “What?” you asked, waiting to cuddle him. “You’ve erm, you’ve done all the wrong math questions” he said, trying not to laugh. “I. Hate. My. Life.” you whined slowly. This was the worst day you’ve ever had.

I know this was quite long, but I hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end. Requests are open x

Bowling date

Characters: Jeongguk & You 

Genre: fluff fluff fluff (i was supposed to write something else but watching his vlive distracted me and apparently i haven’t written fluff with him before)

Words: 2422

Summary: Jungkook is trying to be cool but fails (because he’s too cute for his own good) featuring you trying to impress him with you non-existing bowling skills.

Originally posted by jjks

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Scott’s Stepsister-Isaac Lahey-Part 3

Friendships and Sleepovers

Part 1-Moving and Meeting

Part 2-School Days

Teen Wolf Imagine: #114

Word Count: 2,742

Warnings:None that I can think of?

Summary: While the parents are away the teenagers will play. Melissa and Matthew take a weekend away leaving Scott, Isaac, and Y/N home ‘alone’. Scott’s friends come over, as do a few of Y/N’s friends from back home. It’s a night filled with friends, getting to know each other, and pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.

A/n: It’s finished! Finally! I am so happy that it’s done you don’t even know!!!!!! I hope you all enjoy it I am going to go work on that damn riverdale fic and probably close my tumblr tab for a few days. Goodbye.

Originally posted by laheys-girl


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Thanks to You (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Your life is typical, normal; you go to class, see your friends, do your homework. You never expected spider-man to have any reason to interact with you, but when there’s a person tapping against the window of your apartment, you know you have to open it.

Author’s Note: hello all, this is my first peter parker fic and I really hope you like it :) it will be broken into about 5 parts because I wrote 10k words for the whole thing and realized that would be too much to put in one post.

Part 2

  All parts of this fic

Word count: 1,404

Warnings: some bloody stuff

You slumped into your seat across from Peter and Ned, your eyes drearily returning to the calculus notes scattered haphazardly across the table in front of you. Your gaze lingered on reimann sums for a moment before looking up to your friends, who were too busy shoving meat loaf into their mouths and mumbling about the latest Star Wars movie to notice your return from disposing of your lunch. You studied their faces, each lightening up excitedly at the theory the other one recited, though Peter’s eyes featured tired rings around them that Ned’s did not have.

The dark tilt to the skin above his cheeks was not new, but it interested you nonetheless. It had arrived shortly after Peter’s schedule had left, after he’d grown about 3 inches in any direction and a little while after he’d received that too-good-to-be-true internship with Tony Stark. You worried he was being overworked and overused…and something else, you weren’t sure of.

It was those tired eyes that caught you out of their periphery, and the very same that lit up upon their recognition of your return.

“Hey, listen to this-”

“No, Peter-she doesn’t care.” Ned cut him off.

“You don’t know that! She’s seen the movie.” He replied and Ned looked at you.

“Do you care?” Ned asked and you chuckled, your face turning to your other friend. “I’ll hear it. Lay it on me.”

Peter launched into something crazy about the old hero from the original Star Wars trilogy and Ned rolled his eyes, cutting in occasionally to insert his opinion. You couldn’t follow what either of them were saying but it made you happy to see them both so invested in something.

Tensions between the three of you had been unusually high lately. Perhaps it was the series of canceled hangouts or the inability to make plans, but no matter what it was it had taken a toll on group morale.

The three of you chatted (well, you listened) until the food in front of them was gone, and you took outdoors. It was Friday, and the inevitable “are we hanging out this weekend” conversation and the subsequent nervous stuttering that was supposed to sound like “I have the internship” from Peter came up. You hoped Ned would just assume the two of you would be making other plans instead of asking, but of course he did.

You realized when you got home later that you’d be spending the evening alone; Michelle and Liz were both busy with study groups and club planning, and you didn’t even want to consider calling Flash. It was not all bad, though, for you had a new episode of Game of Thrones to drown your loneliness in. You were only a few minutes into watching one of the dragons fly across the screen when you heard a tapping on your window, causing your every bone to shiver. Nobody else was home, and you were very sure you wouldn’t be able to handle an intruder alone.

You were shaking as the tapping continued, fear escalating within you as you took timid steps towards the fire escape window and held up your lacrosse stick for defense. You could feel your pulse quickening as you turned the corner, and it only sped up as the source of the tapping came into your view; spider-man, THE spider-man, crouched outside your window!

You ran to the window and lifted it, a little gust of wind blowing into your apartment as spider-man rolled himself inside, his hand clutching his side.

“Hey uh, you got a second?” he mumbled as he flopped onto the ground in front of you. You looked down and realized it was bloody and his suit was torn, his breathing heavy and jagged.

“O-oh my god-you’re-and you’re here-do you need-oh my god, you need help!” You stuttered, your heart beating a mile a minute.

“I-I’ll-you stay here, I’ll be right back!” You let out as you racked your brain for the location of the first aid kit.

You tutted into the kitchen and whipped the cabinet doors open, your fingers frantically tracing the wooden ledges for the bright red bloom. You found what you were looking for and yanked it out of the wedge it was tucked into, not noticing the clattering of windex bottles and other cleaning supplies as the plastic hit the tile floors.

You sprinted back into the hall, popping the box open as you ran. As you approached him you dropped to your knees and slid across the floor, your fingers fiddling with the bandages and creams. You silently thanked the managers at the summer camp you’d worked at last year for having you trained in first-aid; you knew you wouldn’t be able to call 911 for someone like spider-man.

The many adhesives and wraps littered the space around you when you decided on a thick gauze, which you held up just above the wound.

“C-can you hold this on it? While I prepare the bandage?” You asked, your voice shaking and your words coming out too fast and garbled. You watched part of his mask move as a light chuckle came from him and he reached his hand out.

“Yeah, I can. I’m not dead yet, you know.” He said, his voice weak but lighthearted and…familiar, though you had little time to determine why. It’s joking nature eased your tension regardless.

He pushed the gauze onto his cut while you put antibiotic on a thick bandage and rested it face up on his thigh.

“Sorry for just barging in, by the way.” He said as you cleaned the cut of dried blood and dirt. You did your best to smile at him as you worked, your mind and body too focused on the fact that you were patching up spider-man to process the small talk.

“I-it’s no problem, really. I just h-hope you’re okay.” You bubbled in reply, your eyes looking up his muscled chest to his shoulders and to his masked face. “I can’t believe you’re really here, in my apartment! Y-you’re a superhero.”

“Hey, I’m not that special! Besides, at the moment, you’re the one that’s being the hero.” He replied with a chuckle and a little pink hit your cheeks, your heart skipping a beat. He looked around, at the hallway and the walls, then back to your fingers, then to your face.

“So, you, uh, live here, huh?” He said and you raised your eyebrows.

“Yes, I do.”

“So you, probably come here often then, yeah?” He asked and you giggled, your face now rather red.

“No way, is Spider-Man hitting on me?” You chirped, a twinge of excitement lacing your words and he let out a nervous laugh that sent you into a brief moment of deja vu.

“Well hey, if I had known my nurse was going to be this cute, I would’ve come up with a less obvious pick up line.”

You finished patching his abdomen and he stood up, patting his side with his hand.

“Wow, you did a pretty good job!” He said, and you grinned as he readjusted the ripped fabric over the white of the bandage. “You really helped me out.”

“It’s no big deal, you help everyone out every day!” You squeaked and he laughed, taking a step towards you.

“What is the name of my hero for the evening?” He asked and you mumbled your name, dazed by the way the white of his mask squinted and the mouth space twitched as you told him. He repeated it back to you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and sending chills up your spine.

He took a step back, his head turning to the window he fell through and back to you.

“I gotta go,” he said, his shoulders slumping slightly beneath his red and blue suit.

“You do?” You whispered, snapped out of the trance you’d been in when he’d touched you.

“Y-yeah, bad guys aren’t going to fight themselves, you know.” He replied, his voice sounding nervous. You nodded and he sat on the windowsill, one leg in the hall and one on the fire escape.

“I’ll see you around.” He said and you nodded.

“Around, yeah.” And with that, he was off.

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where Zay is jealous of Lucas and Maya bc of how much time Lucas is spending with her and not him? Idk I just thought that would be cute and funny!❤️ love your writing!

//Aww thank you for reading my writing!! And for the request!!//

-Zay The Totally Not Jealous Best Friend-

“Look at them. Look at their stupid smiles and listen to their stupid laughter.”

Zay was sitting in Topanga’s, his head resting on his hand and eyes narrowed at the couple who was sitting at the counter, arguing about what was the best dessert while putting bits of frosting on each other.

Farkle turned to look at the couple then back to Zay. “What do you mean? I thought you wanted Lucas and Maya to be together.”

“I did. Now I don’t because apparently I don’t exist anymore.“ 

Farkle smiled. “That’s ridiculous. Lucas is your best friend.”

“Best friend? I don’t even know who he is anymore.”  Zay shook his head.

“You don’t think you’re exaggerating just a little bit?”

Zay looked at Farkle offended. Dramatically he placed a hand over his chest. “Exaggerating? Lucas hasn’t hung out with me because he’s always with Maya.”

“So why don’t you just ask to hang out with both of them?”

“You think I haven’t tried. Watch this.” He said nodding his head to the couple holding hands on their way out of the coffee place.

“Hey! Can I come with you guys?”

Maya gave Zay a look as if he was a stranger asking an idiotic question. “What? No.” With that she pulled Lucas away and out the door.

Zay waved his arm at the now empty doorway. “You see?”

“Just give them time.”


Lucas sat down with a lunch tray, next to Zay. “Hey man.”

Zay looked up. “Oh? Did you remember you had a best friend?”

Lucas took a bite out of his burger and tilted his head at this best friend. “What’s wrong?”

Zay scoffed. “What’s wrong? You’ve just spent so much time with Maya I wasn’t sure you remembered me anymore.”

Lucas laughed. “Maya and Riley went outside to eat today.”

“Oh so you’re only eating with me because your little girlfriend is busy.”

“No I just wanted to each lunch with my best friend. By the way have you seen him because I miss him.”

Zay smiled. “Alright alright.” He was about to ask Lucas something when Maya came barging through the cafeteria door.


Lucas stood up quickly and walked over to the blonde haired girl who was hunched over trying to catch her breath. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“There’s a …..there’s….there’s a freaking taco truck outside. Can you believe it?”

Zay groaned because he knew exactly what was coming next.

“A taco truck?” Lucas said just as excitedly.

“Come on. We have to try all of them.” She pulled Lucas away by the arm and Lucas turned to wave. “Later man.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Zay exclaimed with his arms raised in frustration, but the couple was gone.

Zay appeared next to Lucas’ locker. “Ready for practice?”

Lucas shut the door of the locker and shook his head. “Nah. I’m skipping.”

“Skipping? You can barely hit the ball with the bat.”

“Hey I’m getting better. ” Lucas said defensively. “Anyways I’m going with Maya to-”

Zay didn’t let him finish and put his hand up to stop him from talking. “You are /not/ skipping to hang out with Maya.”

“But I-”

“Nope. If you’re skipping practice fine. But you’re skipping to hang out with me.”

“I already told Maya I would-”

“No. You can tell her no. You’re hanging with me. Because we haven’t hung out in forever. Remember last Friday?  I asked if you wanted to go see the new X-Men movie but you said you had already gone with Maya. Then when I asked how it was you didn’t tell me anything. You told me a story about how Maya got you guys free popcorn. ”

“That was a great story. You have to admit.”

“Not the point. We’re hanging out.”

“Why are you so upset?” Lucas said, but then broke out into a smile. “Wait” He started laughing “Are you jealous?”

“I am NOT!”

“You are!” He patted him on the back. “No worries man. Fine. Your house in an hour. See ya.”

“I’m not jealous!!” Zay yelled at Lucas who was walking away.

Zay smiled when Lucas came in through the door, but frowned when Maya came walking in with him.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Relax Zay.” She was heading towards the kitchen. “I’m just going to treat myself to whatever is in your fridge and you can have your bro time with my boyfriend.” She shrugged. “It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

“Whatever” Zay rolled his eyes and tossed a controller at Lucas. “Let’s kill some zombies.”

Thirty minutes into the game Zay was yelling at the tv and at Lucas.

“You’re supposed to have my back!! It’s like you want me to get eaten by zombies.”

“It’s not my fault. Stop walking into traps how about that?” Lucas said pushing the buttons on the controller furiously.

May was sitting behind them, keeping her promise while eating popcorn. She had been listening to music while they were playing but when she saw Zay angrily stomp at the lost of a lifeline Maya took off one of her headphones. “Try crouching down then jumping up and shooting.”

“How on earth is that going to help?” Zay complained but desperately tried it anyways. The animated man on the screen did the actions and wasn’t killed by the zombie. Eyes widened he paused the game. “How did you-” He glanced at Maya.

Lucas smirked. “She’s really good. We’re on level 35 already.”

Instead of being angry that Lucas had played the game without him he stood up and handed her the controller. “Show me how it’s done, Hunter.”

Maya smiled and slid onto the couch. Lucas moved over to the arm of the couch  next to her and handed Zay the other controller and pretty soon Maya was commanding Zay on what he should be doing in order to more effectively kill the zombies.

At around 8, Lucas  kissed Maya on the head. “It’s getting late. I should walk you home.”

Zay couldn’t help but smile at them. “You guys are cute. I always knew you’d make a great couple.”

“Thank you?” Maya replied while smiling.

“I’m sorry I annoyed you about not hanging out with me.” He said to Lucas.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for ignoring you.” Lucas replied back.

“Maya, you can come play video games with us any time by the way.”

“Sure. But remember….” She leaned on Lucas’ shoulder and tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek. “He’s still mine.”

“He was mine first!” Zay yelled as the couple linking arms walked out the door.

Jimin is Away; Autumn, Chapter Nine

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading out of your life. But when you find someone to fill he void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1224

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Autumn, During Senior Year of College

If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, we will give it walls, and a knocker that resonates so softly that we will never hear it.

The weather was chilly, but the sun was still bright as it rose into the sky and shined through Y/N’s window on a day in October. She was curled up under the covers tightly, pulling them up and over her chin as she slept. Her door softly opened, and a person entered her room, smiling softly as they stared down at her. They went up to her and shook her gently.

“Y/N, wake up, we have to go to Psych this morning.” Y/N opened her eyes and looked up, the corners of her lips turned up.

“Good morning Jimin.”

“Good morning, c’mon, you have to get up now.” Jimin encouraged. Y/N groaned and burrowed back under the covers.

“No, it’s too cold.” Her voice was muffled under the covers and Jimin chuckled.

“I have food ready Y/N. You don’t even have to get dressed, just brush your hair and wash your face. Come on, we’re gonna be late.” Jimin whined.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t skip today?”

“I’ll give you two. One, your grade. And Hoseok will be there.” Jimin’s voice took a sharper tone at the end, but Y/N didn’t notice as she jumped out of bed.

“What did you make Jiminie?” Y/N chirped as she threw one of Hoseok’s hoodies over her night shirt. Jimin shook his head, but smiled none-the-less.

“French toast sticks. Your favorite.” He said proudly as she followed him to the kitchen. She plopped into her usual barstool and shoved a stick in her mouth. Jimin handed her a hairbrush and she nodded in thanks as she messily ran it through her hair.

“Hey, do you know what today is?” Y/N asked playfully once she swallowed.

“Uh…Friday?” Jimin guessed. Y/N rolled her eyes and playfully slapped his shoulder as she gulped down the rest of her breakfast.

“It’s more than that. It’s Friday the 13th!” Y/N said excitedly.

“Well the happy Friday the 13th to ya.” Jimin chuckled, “What are you gonna do to celebrate?”

“Uh, obviously, black magic,” Y/N said sarcastically.

“And the sad thing is I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not. Do you want to drive today?” Jimin asked as he moved towards the door, picking up his bag. Y/N followed, picking up hers as well

“No, you can drive if you want. But seriously, Hoseok and I are having a horror movie marathon tonight.” She said happily.

“Is he ready to meet the rest of the group tomorrow?” Jimin asked as they rode the elevator down to the parking lot.

“He said he was excited. He only knows you, Kookie, and Yoongi-oppa. I’m sure Namjoon and Jin-oppa will like him. Kookie’s bringing along Taehyung too so he can meet everyone! The poor maknae is so nervous, so be nice.” Y/N scolded as she hopped into Jimin’s car.

Taehyung and Jungkook had only been going out officially for a month; Jungkook wanted to wait to ask Taehyung because he wanted to be a “gentleman”, even though Y/N knew that the two were clearly past that point in their physical relationship. But Taehyung played along to Jungkook’s wishes and admired the boys heart and soul, gladly accepting when Jungkook made them official.

“Oh c’mon, can’t I tease him just a little bit?” Jimin pleaded as he shut his car door.

“Hey, the only one that can embarrass him is me! After I have my fun then you can do whatever.” She teased.

Jimin started driving towards the campus, and Y/N felt as if something was off with her best friend. He was gripping the steering wheel much tighter than normal, and he kept sighing despite the smiles he sent her way.

“You alright, Jimin?” she asked. Jimin quickly glanced at her before focusing back on the road.

“Well, something did happen between Wheein and I. Do you think when you come back home we could talk about it? Have those midnight talks on the couch like we did last summer.” He teased.

“Yeah, of course Jimin. I’m always here for you.” Y/N said as Jimin parked the car. The two hoisted themselves out of the car and started walking towards the science halls. As they approached the entrance, Y/N smiled and broke out into a jog, running into Hoseok’s open arms. He smiled, picking her up and spinning her around happily. Jimin approached the two of them with a sulken look on his face. He quickly smiled when Hoseok placed Y/N down.

“Hey Jimin-ssi!” Hoseok waved happily, and Jimin hated that he was so happy-go-lucky.

“Hoseok, you saw her like, two days ago man, no need for that lovey-dovey stuff.” He bantered, lightly punching the older guy’s shoulder.

“I can’t help it. I mean, could you if Y/N was your girlfriend?” he asked, pulling Y/N closer to him with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. Jimin gulped and had to repress a blush from rising in his cheeks.

“Jimin, you do that stuff all the time with Wheein. Need I remind you about that time last summer?” she teased as the three of them started walking into the halls. Hoseok on her left, Jimin on her right.

“Geez, you make one mistake and you can never live it down.”  Jimin rolled his eyes as the three of them walked to their usual seats. The professor droned on and on, and Jimin couldn’t focus well. He let his eyes wander around the boring classroom and noticed the couple next to him were holding hands under the desk; Y/N furiously scribbling notes with her right hand as Hoseok leaned back in his seat. Jimin huffed to himself.

Y/N doesn’t deserve a guy like him. He won’t even try to pay attention with Y/N here, he probably copies all her hard work too, Jimin thought as anger simmered in his stomach. He turned back to his notes and shook his head, re-focusing on the professor’s lesson about the psychological behaviors and personalities of siblings with certain birth orders. It wasn’t his place to dote on his best friend’s relationship when he was currently in one himself. After the class was dismissed, the three of them walked back outside to part for their separate classes.

“Hey, so Taehyung’s throwing a huge Halloween party in a couple weeks, and I was wondering if you two wanted to come? The only rule is that you have to dress up.” Hoseok offered; his voice persuasive and deep. Jimin was about to decline, since he didn’t care much for parties but Y/N spoke before him.

“Yeah! That sounds like fun! Doesn’t it Jimin? Dressing up and having fun together?” Y/N turned to Jimin with a huge smile on her face, clearly entranced by Hoseok’s tone; but how could he say no to her when she looked so excited?

“Sure, sounds like fun.” Jimin forced a smile.

“Cool! I’ll see you later Jimin. And don’t forget babe, tonight at seven.” He smiled, pecking Y/N’s cheek before turning away. Y/N smiled and Jimin glared.

“Jiminie, c’mon, we have Stat next.” Y/N tugged Jimin along as he let out a huge sigh.

Stupid Hoseok with his stupid charms.

N.E.I.G.H.B.O.R.S Pt.7 // Fanfic

Modern Friends AU // Nessian 

A/N: Thank you for all the love you have been giving this series. 

The One With The Ring 

“She’s not that pretty,” Mor says, trying to comfort Nesta. “I mean she is pretty but definitely not as pretty as you are or maybe the same level as pretty. Actually, you both are pretty just in very different ways.” 

“Wow, your so good making people feel better,” Feyre says, sitting down next to Nesta and handing her a bowl of ice cream. “He dated Claire in college, they didn’t last that long. This is probably just a fling.” 

“A fling that has lasted seven months?” Nesta retorts, “It doesn’t matter that much anyways, I am over it. I missed my chance. We weren’t meant to be.” 

“Nes, don’t talk like that,” Feyre comforts, her phone buzzes in her hand and she glances down. “I need to head back, I promised Rhys I would be home for dinner.” 

“Yeah, I should be heading home too before it gets late,” Mor adds, standing up. “Call me if you need anything.” 

“Stop worrying guys, I am fine,” Nesta assures as she walks them towards the door. They both give her pitiful looks and a hug before exiting her apartment. Nesta turns around and looks around her empty apartment. 

Sitting back down on her couch she grabs her phone and scrolls through her contact list. When she gets the one she was looking for she hesitates before clicking call. 

“Long time no talk,” the voice says on the other side of the line. “What can I do for you?” 

“We should talk. Come over to my place?” she says, regretting the words as soon as shes said them. 

“I’ll be over in fifteen minutes,” they voice says and hangs up before she can back out. She tosses her phone onto the couch and groans trying to think about how pathetic she is being right now. 

A long excruciating fifteen minutes later, there is a knock on her door. She opens it and sees Tomas smirking, “You called,” he says, walking into her apartment without waiting for an offer.

I won’t be able to come over tonight. My boss just scheduled a meeting. I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow. Love you <3 

Cassian sent a quick text back to his girlfriend before looking at the table of food he had prepared for his girlfriend and him. He got up off the couch to start cleaning up. After blowing out the candles and putting the roses in a vase to give Claire tomorrow he started packaging up the food. Before putting away the chicken he pauses and exits his apartment heading over to Nesta’s apartment. She had been skipping out on Sunday night dinners and ever since he got a girlfriend they hadn’t continued their Friday night pizza dinners. She probably hadn’t had real food in months. 

Before he can knock on the door, it opens and Tomas walks out. “Hey Connor,” he greets. 

Cassian frowns, every time he saw Tomas he wanted to punch his scrawny face. “Tomas,” he replies coolly. “What are you doing here? Have you resorted to stalking?” 

Tomas laughs, “It’s not stalking if you are invited.” Cassian froze. Nesta was seeing Tomas again? “Don’t worry, we aren’t dating. You probably weren’t giving her what she needed so she had to call me.” 

“Don’t talk about Nesta like that,” Cassian commands, his mind not wrapping around the fact that Nesta would invite Tomas back into her life. “Better yet why don’t you just not talk about Nesta at all? Just stay out of her life.” 

“There’s no need to be jealous, Caleb,” Tomas says. Cassian rolls his eyes at the childlike behavior. “I won’t stick around for long and you can be there to pick up the pieces. Once I make it clear this is nothing she’ll be fine settling with you.” Cassian clenches his fist trying to control his anger. “I should get going. Nice seeing you Caden.” 

Cassian watches as Tomas walks down the hallway laughing before turning back around and going into his own apartment to cool down. 

“Didn’t expect to see you up here,” Cassian says, walking onto the roof of Rhys house. He had come to drop off something her had borrowed from Rhys and saw Nesta’s bag downstairs.  

Nesta looks up at him before returning to her book. “The roof at our apartment isn’t nice and I was not going to tan at the public pool with kids running around screaming constantly,” she retorts. 

“Tanning? You? Are you trying to say your normally paler than this?” he asks, taking a seat at the bottom of her lounge chair. She makes a show about having to move her feet but he can see the hidden smile on her face. 

“Do you have something to say or are you just here to bother me?” she asks, turning the page of her book. 

Cassian leans back on his elbows and glances over at her. “Actually I do,” he says. She peers over her sunglasses curiously at him. “Last week, I ran into someone leaving your apartment.” Nesta raises her eyebrow for him to continue. “I ran into Tomas.” 

Her face pales slightly and she puts down the book she was reading. “It’s not what you think,” she replies. 

“Then what was it? You’re not seeing him again, right?” 

Nesta scoffs, “I would never date him again, not that its any of your business.” 

“How is it not my business? Your my friend. I thought we were best friends. That’s what you were saying being I left,” he retorts. “He said you called him there for…”

“A Booty call?” Nesta supplies, and Cassian nods. “I didn’t but thanks for thinking that low of me.” 

Nesta frowns, she had called him for a booty call but backed out and said she found a baseball hat that she thought was his. It wasn’t, she knew that but she didn’t want to have her pride bruised in front of her ex.  

“Nes,” he says, stopping her from packing up her stuff. “Why don’t we talk anymore?” 

She pauses before saying, “I am not the one who stopped Friday night pizza or walking to our cars in the morning together.” Cassian frowns, he didn’t realize he got so caught up in his girlfriend that he stopped talking with Nesta so much. He’s about to apologize when she holds up her hand to stop him. “It’s okay, I get it. You have a girlfriend.” 

“Yeah but-,” 

“We’re talking now. Whats up?” Nesta asks.

“Can I tell you something I haven’t told anyone yet? Not even Azerial or Rhys?” he asks. She nods and leans forward excitedly. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. Nesta’s mouth drops open when he opens it revealing a diamond ring. “It was a mothers. I am planning on proposing next week.” 


Rating: T
Word Count: 1,861
Summary: Ed can’t find Roy, and the colonel doesn’t make his life any easier when he finally does.

Ed crumpled the piece of paper in his pocket, fuming. Of course, that bastard was never where he was supposed to be. All he needed was a signature, one scribble on a dotted line. He had already gone through the trouble of actually writing the letter for him. Dammit, this was supposed to be a quick trip!

The military had placed a hold on his discretionary fund, citing his frequent, large payments to a certain “Rockbell Automail.” The teller at the bank had the audacity to suggest that he was committing fraud. Ed grit his teeth, stopping only because the noise made his skin crawl. All of his funds were frozen; he had twenty cens in his pocket, a stick of gum, and nowhere to stay.

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 5)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 5007

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94  @staceycasey123 @lucianightwolker @tacohead13


Friday night you went to a few stores for some dresses. You found one thing you liked, and you reserved it for the “other” dress. But for the main dress to go to the premiere with Tom, you needed something dazzling. You spoke with Trish, your stylist, and asked her if she could work with Versace on a design you had in mind. She said she would work on it.

Tom was texting and calling quite frequently, sending you two more bouquets of flowers with another poem on each card. The calls became more familiar, a little more flirty, and you sent him a new watch to his hotel and some chocolates - since you knew they were his guilty pleasure.

James had contacted you a few times but he had a couple of interviews related to Split coming out soon so he was rather busy. But in a way it was good because you were able to spend more time and attention on Tom - that was a good thing, right? You weren’t so sure, you were already in so deep with both of these men, you didn’t need to have the decision be any harder than it was.

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Girls night vs Guys night - Part 1 (Pack mom)

It was an ordinary friday night and the pack was over at the Hale loft relaxing with the little time they had before they were whisked off on another supernatural battle. Scott and Stiles were lounging around almost on top of each other on the large couch watching a movie playing on the big flat screen tv. Malia and Kira were sat at the dining table studying together for an upcoming chemistry test. Lydia and Derek were working around the kitchen taking things in and out of the oven preparing dinner and Y/N was stood whisking a chocolate mousse together putting it into small serving glasses knowing it was the pack’s favourite with Liam pressed against her side. He usually did this if he was upset or missed her.

The pack had been away from each other for quite a while and Liam really started to miss Y/N. In his eyes, she was his mother. Maybe not by blood but for all intents and purposes. She treated him as her own. Everyone in the pack even knew that Liam was her baby being the youngest in the pack and still very new to the supernatural world.
“Liam, baby. Are you sure you don’t want to sit down at the table?” Y/N asked him as she tried to move around the kitchen to grab the small hand held grater to put the finishing touches of shaved chocolate on top of the mousses.
“No momma”, he replied shaking his head looking up at her with his innocent baby blue eyes. Y/N couldn’t help but melt at his adorableness and chuckled before pressing a loving kiss to his forehead.
“You really missed your momma, didn’t you pup?” Derek commented smiling at the young beta who blushed slightly and nodded.
“Ok baby, I’m almost done”, she replied smiling at him.
Derek and Lydia exchanged a smile as they looked over at Y/N seeing how much she adored the pack’s youngest beta who was pressed into her side wanting to be with her. Y/N put the dessert in the fridge to set for later and breath a sigh of relief that everything was done almost on time.
“Alright, the timer is set for 10 more minutes”, Lydia stated taking her hair out of the makeshift bun giving her head a shake as her beautiful red curls fell perfectly into place.
“Thanks Lydia. You go rest, I’ll check it after”, Y/N dismissed her. Lydia nodded and pulled out her phone making her way into the living room joining the girls. Derek took out dishes from the cupboard and headed to the dining table to set everything up.

“Momma?” Liam asked her.
“Yes baby?” She replied lovingly running her fingers through his soft sand coloured hair.
“I wish I was small enough so you could hold me”, he blushed looking up at her. Y/N smiled down at him and couldn’t but let out an aww. She leaned down and picked him up in her arms.
“Like this, baby?” She cooed looking at him still blushing. Liam instantly wrapped his arms around her neck and his legs around her torso as he nuzzled into her neck.
“You’ll always be my baby”, she reassured him and pressed a loving kiss to his temple as she stood in the kitchen gently swaying side to side rubbing his back.
“Don’t fall asleep, honey. It’s almost dinner time”, she told him. She headed to dining table where Malia and Kira were sat.
“Are you guys done studying? Dinner’s almost ready”, she told them.
“Yeah we just have one last little bit to-” Kira didn’t manage to finish her sentence as she looked up to see Y/N holding Liam as if he was a toddler. But Y/N shook her head and mouthed “don’t ask”. Kira nodded and went back to finishing their bit of studying before the food was brought out for dinner.

Dinner was ready. It consisted of roasted chicken legs, sweet potatoe mash and various plates of streamed veg.
“Hey, so I have an idea if you guys are up for it?” Stiles began shoving a forkful of food into his mouth.
“We’ll our pack nights have always been the same since forever so I thought how about we change it up?” He suggested.
“Ok, I’m listening. What did you have in mind?” Y/N asked plating up some food for Liam.
“How about we split pack night into a girls night/guys night?” He suggested.
“Sick of us already?” Malia joked as she began tearing through her chicken as if it would get up and run off her plate.
“I like the sound of that. So you mean us girls crash together and you guys crash for the night?” Y/N asked to which Stiles nodded.
“Yeah like we could do our own thing, it’ll be different?” He asked the others. They all replied with a mix of yeah and sure.

“Ok so next week, the guys will meet up at my place and the girls can stay here?” Scott asked.
“Yeah sounds good”, everyone agreed. But one little beta didn’t like the idea at all. He didn’t like being away from Y/N.
“We have to be away from you guys for a whole weekend?” Asked Liam.
“Yeah, come on man. It’ll be fun,” Scott reassured him clapping a hand on the young beta’s shoulder but he just shrugged.
“But I don’t like being away from you, momma”, Liam replied looking up at her with his big blue eyes and hurt puppy expression.
“Then you can stay with me, that’s ok right?” She asked the others.
“No no, we’re going to do this properly. Liam, you can be a big boy for one night”, Stiles teases him.
“Stiles”, Y/N addressed him rather sternly giving him the “don’t you dare pick on my baby” look. She turned to Liam to reassure him he would be ok sensing he was already a little nervous.
“You don’t have to scared, baby. Derek will look after you but you really feel like you can’t spend the night then Derek will bring you home”, she told him placing a kiss to his forehead. Liam gave her a small smile and slowly nodded sighing in defeat.
“That’s my good boy”, she praised him and topped up his plate letting him get back to eating his meal.

~ time skip to the next weekend ~

Friday night came around quicker than expected. It was after 4pm and the guys were gathering at Scott’s getting ready for their pack night without the girls.
“This is going to be awesome!”, Stiles exclaimed excitedly as he grabbed a handful of potatoe chips and sat down on the couch.
“Just behave yourselves. I’m not babysitting”, Derek stated to which the others rolled their eyes at him. Liam sat on the single chair and stared down at his phone.
“We’ll call her later to say goodnight. Don’t worry, pup”, Derek reassured him. You might say he had pack dad duty but in reality he knew Y/N would be beyond mad if he didn’t take care of her little beta. He saw how much of a motherly figure she was to Liam keeping him anchored and just being there for him so he tried to help out whenever he could. The guys spent their night watching movies, playing video games, eating pizza and other junky snacks. Liam joined Derek on the couch. The older Alpha put an arm around the pup’s shoulder pulling him into him.
“You’re ok, pup”, he constantly reassured him.

However over at the girls pack night was a similar story. They were all gathered in the living room on the huddled in one big blanket watching the other woman. Lydia objected processed foods so she whipped up some healthy snacks.
“Lydia, I love you and this is great but for once I have a full packet of gummy worms and you’re not taking those away from me”, Y/N told her taking them out from the top shelf of the cupboard and heading back to the living room to regain her spot.

The four of them were huddled under the blanket.
“Someone’s going to be lonely tonight”, Kira stated wiggling her eyebrows.
“I’m sure Scott’s missing you”, Y/N smiled at her.
“I was talking about Liam”, she told her.
“He’s always glued to your hip. You don’t find it annoying?” Malia asked faking a shiver.
“No, I love Liam and I know he just wants someone to give him hugs and kisses and reassure him everything is going to be ok. He’s the youngest member in the pack and still new to the supernatural world. He still has nightmares about the berserker,” she told them to which they giggled. Offended at their laughter she picked up a pillow closet to her and playfully whacked them.
“Don’t make fun of my baby”, Y/N told them defending Liam.
“And what about Derek? I haven’t seen him this happy in forever. I really think you might be the one for him”, Malia told her.
“If you guys get married, we’ll be cousins!” She added excitedly and hugged her. Y/N rolled her eyes at her and pat Malia’s hand shaking her head.
“You know he has to ask me first”, she told her.
“He will, I know it”, she replied confidently.
“Plus you guys already have the sex thing down”, she added casually.
“Malia!” Y/N gasped and laughed.
“What me and Derek do in the bedroom is none of your business”, Y/N told them.
“Ooh details, do spill”, Lydia teased wiggling her perfectly shaped eyebrows at her.
“You guys are unbelievable”, Y/N laughed and whacked them with a pillow again.
After a brief pillow fight with all the girls laughing and collapsing on the floor out of breath they decided to settle down getting ready to sleep since it was 1:37am already.

On the boy’s side, Y/N had called Liam earlier to wish him goodnight and ease his nervous. Even though Liam had found himself calming down hearing Y/N’s voice, it still wasn’t the same than being with her.
“Come on Liam, you can live one night without your momma. Don’t be a big baby”, Stiles teased him playfully.
“Stiles”, Derek warned him.
“No, seriously. You don’t find it weird that he’s moving in on your woman”, Stiles asked Derek.
“Leave him alone. Liam means a lot to Y/N, she’s his momma. You’d know that if you understood their relationship but you don’t so I suggest you shut your trap and go to sleep”, Derek warned him placing a hand on Liam’s shoulder seeing his breathing begin to get heavy.
“Yeah, whatever. If he wasn’t such a big baby maybe he’d be able to take of care himself”, Stiles remarked again taking a jab at the youngest beta.
“Stiles, stop”, Scott warned him seeing that Liam’s anger was about to get the best of him. The young beta’s eyes went from their calm and gentle baby blue colour to a fiery amber. His hands balled into fists and his teeth were gritted his fangs starting to appear and even though Derek tried his best to calm down, it was too late.

Liam burst out into a roar that echoed across the whole of first floor in the McCall house.
“I’M NOT A BABY!” He roared knocking the vase and photo frames off the small table beside the couch.
“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! SHE’S MY MOMMA. I NEED HER!” He began to cry as tears flowed down his cheeks. Derek did everything he could to try and calm the upset beta down. Scott jumped in and pushed Stiles aside to try and control his beta. Liam curled up into himself and laid on the floor whimpering and sniffling slowing turning back to himself.
“I just want momma. Take me to momma?”, he cried looking at Derek who was sat beside him trying to calm him down. He agreed and accepted Liam’s request picking the young beta up into his arms and carrying him to his Camaro setting him down and buckling him in to drive back to the loft.
“For the record, this is exactly why we don’t have separate pack nights. The girls are actually useful for something like calming down an upset beta”, Derek spat at him and got into the drivers seat and sped down the street towards his loft reassuring Liam the whole time.

Meanwhile over at the girl’s side, Y/N had received a text from Derek that he was bringing Liam back because of an incident that happened earlier. The girls groaned at the news.
“I know, I know but my baby needs me”, Y/N told them. It wasn’t long until the loft door opened and Liam raced over to Y/N who welcomed him with open arms as he cried into her neck.
“Momma”, he whined hugging her with every bit of none supernatural strength he had but still careful not to hurt her. Y/N looked over at the girls to see Malia and Kira were in the process of falling asleep.
“We’ll be fine. You go take care of Liam”, Lydia reassured her settling down to rest.
“….’m sorry momma, I didn’t mean too”, he cried against her neck. She picked him up in her arms and hushes him pressing a loving kiss to his cheek.
“It’s ok, baby. Momma’s right here. I understand. You’re safe now. You’re staying here with me, understand?” She continued to tell him calming him down. Liam nodded against her and began to calm down but he held on to her as if she was his only lifeline. Derek filled her in on what happened and she sighed. She was so stupid to let him go when he obviously still needed her.
“Everything’s going to be ok, momma’s got you” she whispered hushing him in her arms.

She took him upstairs in to her shared bedroom with Derek following behind her and pulled back the duvet and placed Liam on the bed to lay down. She laid beside him and took him into her arms, kissed his forehead and continued to reassure him everything was ok and that he was safe with her, slowly running her fingers through his hair and occasionally brushing his tear-stained cheeks with the pad of her thumb in a soothing motion to calm him down and eventually help him fall asleep.

Liam spent the rest of the night snuggled up against Y/N’s chest as she held him protectively in her arms using her fingers to comb through his hair as he finally let himself fall asleep knowing his momma was here to take care of him.
“I can’t believe I was so stupid to let him go”, Y/N whispered to Derek as he climbed in behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck.
“Don’t be silly, babe. This isn’t your fault. If Stiles hadn’t teased him then it wouldn’t have triggered his IED and none of it would have happened. He’s still learning to control his anger and his shift so he needs you to keep him anchored”, Derek reassured her stroking her forearm lovingly with the pad of his thumb.
“We’ll discuss it all tomorrow. Let’s get some rest”. He told her and settled down to get to some. Y/N looked down at Liam nuzzled against her chest and she leaned down and placed one last loving kiss to his cheek before laying down between both her boys to get some rest.

Tomorrow was going to be really something.


Pairing: Oh Sehun X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1293

It’s 2:21 in the morning and I can’t stop thinking about the way your lips felt against mine. Or the way your fingers felt as they slid over my body. Or the way your tongue tasted in my mouth. Or the way you held me so close. Or the way you woke me up, hands gently sliding up and down my body as you kissed my shoulder. I can’t stop thinking about the way you made me feel. I can’t stop thinking about the way you look at me. I can’t stop thinking about the feeling of your teeth sinking into my skin as you held me close from behind. I can’t stop thinking about the late night phone calls. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about our (im)possible future. I love you and I hate myself for it.

You typed into your phone, tears streaking down your temples and into your pillow. The pale light of the screen on your phone was the only light source in your room, save the dim moonlight from outside. A pounding headache started to grow as you tried to breath through your nose, but no air could make it though. You covered your mouth as you gasped for air, scared you weren’t going to make it through the night. You missed him so much it physically hurt and you were desperate for him back. You thought just maybe if he knew how much you were hurting, how much you loved him, he would come back.

Sehun had broken up with you and it felt like the end of the world. You regretted everything you did that lead up to the end. If only you hadn’t asked him if he wanted to break up during that fight. If only you had told him you loved him before the fight began. If only you could go back and fix everything. Now it was too late, you knew that, you just didn’t want to believe it.

Two weeks had gone by since the break up and things were starting to look up. You were hanging out with friends, focusing on school and your job. You were feeling somewhat better, when you saw it. You were sitting at home scrolling through instagram, when you saw a picture of him and some girl you didn’t know. He was smiling as big as ever with his arm around her as she took the picture. Your heart broke, shattering into a million little pieces that no one could ever put back together.

You felt like you were going to throw up and dropped your phone on the ground. You couldn’t breath. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t think. How could he do this to you?

Finally, you took in a deep breath, picked up your phone and closed out of instagram before you could look at it again. All it took was one picture to put you right back at day one. You felt the pain all over again, worse this time, knowing he was cuddling some girl. The tears came flooding out of your eyes. You cried so much you thought you might drown in your own tears. Your whole body shook as you clung to the teddy bear he got you for Valentine’s day last year.

At some point in the night you fell asleep as it was morning now and your head felt like it was going to pop. You got out of bed and made your way to the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy, eyeliner lining your cheeks instead of your eyes, and your hair was unmanageable.

When you started your relationship with Sehun, two years ago, you would have never imagined you’d be here. Wishing your relationship never happened, yet thankful it did.

Everyone you knew hated him at this point. When they learned he moved on just two weeks after he broke up with you, they were out for blood. You would laugh every time they joked they’d kick his ass for you, but you really wished he’d just come back to you.

A month had gone by and that was when you sent it. You sent the message you had been saving forever. It was 11:00 at night on Friday, you were a little drunk and a lot lonely and you sent the message you wrote during a late night sob session. Secretly, you wished his new girlfriend would see it and get mad. You wished he’d choose you over her. You knew that wasn’t going to happen.

The next morning, you were feeling a slight hangover from your party for one the night before and someone had the audacity to ring your doorbell. You groaned loudly as you rolled out of bed and staggered to your front door. You opened it, taking no safety precautions. “Hello?” You asked, vision still blurry from just waking up. You blinked rapidly with squinted eyes as you tried to focus on the figure in front of you.

“Hi, Y/n” The blur greeted quietly. You recognized that voice, but you couldn’t put a name or a face to it at the moment. You sighed, giving up and closing your eyes.

“Um… hello… come in.” You said, extending your arm to your living room. The figure walked past you into your house as you looked around, a little confused. You shut the door and focused on the person in your house as your vision and mind started to clear. He turned around and your heart skipped a beat. “Sehun…” You whispered. “What are you doing here?’ You asked, feeling tears building up. He faked a smile.

"I can’t stop thinking about you either.” He admitted, looking at the floor. You swallowed, nervous about what he was going to say next. “I know I don’t deserve a second chance and that was probably, obviously, just a drunk text last night. But when I looked over at -”

“I don’t want to know her name.” You interrupted.

“…Her… I didn’t feel the same thing I feel for you. When I looked at her and she smiled, I had to tell her to leave. I broke up with her.” He said looking at you with hope in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Sehun… I love you. Nothing would make me happier than to be with you.” You admitted. Before you could finish, Sehun’s amazing smile took over his face, showing off his perfect teeth. He took a step toward you before you held up a finger, taking a step back. “BUT… We obviously have some things to work on Sehun. We broke up for a reason.” You said seriously with your best serious face. He nodded excitedly, extending his arms slowly, silently asking if he could hug you now. You nodded with a smile, extending your own arms as he rushed to you, picking you up and spinning you around.

When he put you down, he kissed you slowly. Your arms wrapped around his neck as tears streamed from your eyes. When he pulled away, he wiped your cheeks, giving you a concerned look. “Why are you crying, jagi?” He asked.

“I’m so happy. Finally they’re happy tears.” You laughed, wiping the new ones away. He smiled, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head.

“I’m never letting you go again, jagiya. Not if my life depends on it. You’re mine.” He whispered into your hair. You sighed, relieved you wouldn’t cry yourself to sleep another night and snuggled into his chest.

“I love you, Sehun.” You whispered, holding him as tight as you could.

“I love you too, beautiful. I’m so sorry.” He whispered back, petting your hair.

[To be continued…?]

Sprace Domestic Series (pt. 2)

(Part 1


“Jack, I’m gonna need your help.” Spot said quickly into the speaker of his cell phone.

“What is it now, Spot?” Jack asked, slightly annoyed. He was far past the point where Spot’s phone calls scared him, but they usually involved dragging his butt home after one too many beers or to scare away some nasty guys.

“Well you see,” how was he supposed to ask for this kind of help? Sure, he’s called Jack a couple of times to get him out of various situations but never for anything that actually mattered.

“I’ve got a date.” he finally admitted.

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anonymous asked:

"Give me a reason love you... give me reason to be a woman." Just a prompt for a #49 Renji date. Was thinking how will Renji respond to that. The line was taken fron the song Glory Box by Portishead (a really, REALLY sexy song). You have such a magnificent blog here. i just love all your stories :)

Hello dear anon, thank you for your sweet words about my writing! I’m so pleased you enjoy it and being told so helps me to keep going! You have been so wonderfully patient and this has been sitting in my inbox for long enough. I just couldn’t come up with a scenario that I was happy with! Thank you for the prompt suggestion and the song, it is indeed very sexy! 

I hope you don’t mind, but I’m using your prompt as the sequel to my Renji angst story where reader-chan breaks up with him because she believes he is still in love with Rukia. Here is the link to the first installment: Not Room For Two

When I was requested to do a sequel, your request popped up in my head as the perfect scene to play out their reconciliation. I had to alter one word of the lyric but I hope you’ll still like it. 

Dating Prompt #49 - Candlelit Dinner – Renji Abarai – “Give me a reason to love you, give me a reason to be your woman.”

Renji thought he understood the meaning of the phrase “you never know what you have til it’s gone” when he and Rukia parted after she was adopted. But now, over a month after you broke up with him, he truly gets it. He had it good, way better than he deserved and he threw it away because of an unintentionally wandering eye.

And now he’s paying the ultimate price for his dumbass mistake. It isn’t that he wants Rukia, not anymore…or at least he doesn’t think so. But Y/N’s words have shaken him so much he knows he needs to swallow his pride and confront this issue head on.  So he stops putting off what he should have done the very next day after your fight; he goes to the Kuchiki estate.

After a long conversation with Rukia, in which he receives several head smacks and “how could you do that?” he knows, beyond any doubt, he doesn’t love Rukia, not in the sense Y/N believes him to. Rukia is his best friend (aside from Ichigo) and the one person in the world he trusts with everything because of all the shit they’ve gone through and survived. But he isn’t in love with her. And though he said he couldn’t say it to you a month ago, he realizes more and more the depth of affection he has for you and wonders if it is love.

“So,” Rukia says, “the question now is, how are you going to get her back?”

“I have no fucking clue,” Renji says holding his head in his hands.

“Well, sitting here with me isn’t going to get anything done. Go on, get out of here and talk to her!”

“You think I haven’t tried that?” Renji says standing up and pacing.

“Try again!” Rukia shouts smacking his arm.

“What more do I need to say?” Renji’s eyes are full of pain and frustration. “She won’t talk to me at all! And if I do manage to get her to stand still long enough to string a few sentences together she has this blank look on her face and doesn’t respond. It’s like…it’s like she built a fortress around herself and I can’t get through to her!”

He sits down heavily with a curse.

Rukia remains silent for a moment before asking, “Do…do you want me to talk to her? Maybe she’ll listen-“

“No,” he interrupts with a hand up, “the last thing I need is to put you more in the middle of this. I don’t want your friendship with her affected, this is my shit and my fault, I’ll…I’ll just have to try again.”

Later that evening, as much as it feels like banging his head against a wall, he goes to your house. Knocking on your door he feels his palms sweating and heart racing. When you open the door, the smile on your face falls away; were you expecting someone else? The thought of some other guy coming to see you…Renji pushes it away. Now it not the time to get angry.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the sight of Renji in your door way and you really wish he would just stay away because every time he shows up you feel your resolve weakening more and more; not that you say or show that. You cross your arms, waiting for him to say whatever it is he came to say but he remains silent. Is he waiting for you to talk first?

Eventually impatience, or maybe nervousness, wins over stubbornness and he opens his mouth, “Y/N, I don’t think there’s anything more I can say that you haven’t already heard. I just…please,” his eyes are intense staring into yours, searching for answers you either don’t have or are unwilling to give, “please tell me how to fix this.”

You stare at each other for a long moment, the only sound a rustling of the breeze through the trees. What do you want? That’s the question racing through your mind right now. Because try as you have, you can’t get over him and you refuse to use someone the way you feel he used you, however unintentionally.

Finally, you consent to speak and even though your tone is cold, Renji revels in the sound of your voice that he hasn’t heard, at least not directly, since you left him. “I need you to give me a reason to love you, Renji. Give me a reason to want to be your woman.” Having said your say, you step back and shut the door, leaving a rather confused but exceedingly hopeful lieutenant on your door step.

She didn’t say no, she didn’t say to leave her alone…she…she’s giving me a chance!” Renji thinks. It’s small and he has no clue how to take advantage of it, but you’ve extended an olive branch and now all he has to do is not fuck up again and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be his again.

Knowing he won’t do well on his own, he seeks help from Rukia and Rangiku. “Should you be coming up with a way to woo her?” Rangiku asks crossing her arms.

Renji is close to getting on his knees at this point. “Ran, please, I already screwed up royally, what about me says I have a fucking clue what to do?”

Rukia snorts. “You must really like her if you’re willing to admit that.”

“Are you gonna help me or not?” he retorts.

“What do we get for it?” Rangiku asks making Renji fix her with a glare.

“My eternal gratefulness, if it works.”

“Hmmmmm, nope, not good enough, try again,” the blonde replies.

“Fine, if this works I’ll take you to that hella expensive chocolate shop you both love and buy you a box,” he relents.

“Make it a box each and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Rukia quips, sticking her hand out.

“Why do I even call you friends? Ok, sure, just make sure by the end of this all Y/N agrees to be with me again,” Renji answers shaking both of their hands.

“Oh, don’t worry, this is guaranteed to work,” Rangiku smiles.

On Monday morning, you’re working at your family’s store when a young boy wanders in carrying a bouquet of red carnations and purple hyacinths. He looks over the counter at you and asks, “Excuse me, are you ______-san?” When you nod, he hands you the flowers, a card attached with a white ribbon around the stems. Thanking the boy, you offer him a small piece of candy as a tip. His bright smile is sweet but he remains where he is. “I have to wait for your reply,” he says and you blush slightly. You’re fairly sure who these are from but your heart skips a beat nonetheless when your eyes fall on Renji’s familiar handwriting.

“Y/N, the carnations represent the ache in my heart from our time apart. I’m asking for your forgiveness in the form of hyacinths. Would you please do me the honor of your company on Friday night at 6:30?” -Renji

Looking at the little messenger you nod in the affirmative and he grins, scampering off through the door. From outside you hear him yell, “She said yes!” Giggling you go back to your duties, curious as to what Renji has in mind. 

The next day when you arrive to the shop your mother is staring at a larger bouquet of flowers, pink carmellias this time, in a beautiful blue glass vase along with another card. Opening it you find written, “Please accept these carmellias as a representation of my longing for you and our time together, the days cannot pass quickly enough. -Renji”

“Who are they from?” mother asks.

“Abarai-fukutaichou,” you reply making her eyebrows rise

“Well then, seems he’s come to his senses,” she replies chuckling as she goes back to sweeping.

Every day brings another delivery of flowers. Wednesday its dark pink roses {“I’m thankful for you and the time we will share.”}. Thursday are yellow tulips {“Your smile is the sunshine of my world.”}. On Friday you bound into the shop but there are no flowers waiting. Slightly disappointed you pout a bit but put on a smile for the first customer of the day. You wonder as each new person walks in whether they’ll be delivering the next bouquet but one never comes.

“Aren’t you seeing him tonight?” your mother asks and you nod. “Well then, maybe he’s waiting to give them to you in person. Make sure you dress up sweetie,” she adds and you roll your eyes but nod again.

That night you’re ready at 6:30, wearing a pink knee length dress with white heels and a shawl. A knock at the door makes your heartbeat speed up. Getting up you open the door and find…Rangiku standing there.

“Hi sweetie!” she says pulling you into a crushing hug, “You look so cute! Are you ready to go?”

“Go? Um, I…I’m meeting with Renji,” you say confused.

“I know silly! I’m the one taking you to him!” She winks, “He has quite the surprise for you.”

You feel your cheeks blush. “Am…am I dressed up enough? Should I change? Where are we going?” you ask in a rush.

“Honey, relax! He’d think you look good in burlap! But yes, this is lovely and perfect for what he has planned. Let’s just touch up your make up a bit and you’ll be good to go.” She ushers you into the bathroom as she talks, whipping out lipstick, eye-shadow and powder. In little time at all she’s fancied you up, tugging on your wrist excitedly leading you to the door.

“Wait, did you help him with whatever all this is?”

“Of course doll, but I’d say he gets some brownies points for even asking for help,” she responds as you walk towards the senkaimon; apparently you’ll be in the living world for whatever this is.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t mind,” you reply.

“Rukia helped too, she’s so excited that you’re thinking about getting back together with him,” Rangiku admits but the mention of the initial cause of all this makes you pause. Rangiku looks at you, worried that her words may have just made the whole evening crash and burn. Putting hands on your shoulders she looks into your eyes. “I don’t think you were exactly wrong in your assumptions but give him a chance to prove himself. He…he hasn’t been doing well without you.” Finally, you nod and the two of you continue on your way. She’s right, agreeing to go tonight is a declaration of your willingness to move forward. You’re not even sure what exactly you want to tip the scale from maybe to yes and can only have faith that when it happens, whatever it is, you’ll know what to do.

Arriving to the living world, you’re surprised to find yourself in Tokyo proper headed towards a swanky hotel. “Now, don’t think this is to put added pressure on you, this was all my and Rukia’s idea. Renji was actually a bit upset when we brought him here because he didn’t want you to think he’s trying to…well for lack of a better phrase just get in your pants.”

You giggle and she smiles. “That’s better, you look so much prettier when you smile.”

Entering the hotel, she leads you to the elevator. As you wait for the doors to open she hands you a keycard. “Top floor, room 4023, have fun and good luck,” she instructs giving you a kiss on the cheek before rushing off. The ding of the doors opening makes you jump. Taking a deep breath, you step inside, hitting the 40 button. You step out upon arrival to your floor, heart rate increasing with every step you take towards room 23.

As you reach it you consider what’s about to happen and if you really want to go through with it. But the thought of coming this far, of leading him on and not at least showing up to let him have his say and actually listen is too much. He didn’t purposefully hurt you but if you were to leave now, however justifiable because of your fear, it would be cruel; and you are not cruel.

Reaching forward, you insert the card into the lock, the green light and beep indicating the door to now be open. Pushing on the handle, you walk in and gasp at the sight before you. In the center of a large picture window stands a table, a beautiful candelabra illuminating covered plates. Beside the table is Renji, clad in a black suit with red tie, a single red rose in his hand which he twists nervously. You offer a shy smile, stepping fully into the room and allow the door to close behind you. It’s fitting, somehow, that since you were the one to slam the door on you and Renji, you would be the one to open it again.  

He extends the rose, which you take, inhaling its sweet fragrance. A moment of silence passes as you stare at each other. It’s the first time you’ve been alone since the fight that ended everything between you. Leaning up, you plant a soft kiss on his cheek, whispering, “Thank you for the flowers.”

“Thank you for coming tonight,” he responds, “You look beautiful.” So beautiful, in fact, that all he wants to do is draw you into his arms and kiss you, but he refrains; he needs to take this slow, give you all the time you need to make your decision. Going around the table, he pulls out your chair inviting you to sit. As you settle into your seat he takes his own, pulling off the covers of the plates revealing one of your favorite meals: chicken parmesan with vodka sauce along with delicious garlic rolls and salad with Italian dressing. He’s picked a sweet, blush wine knowing you prefer lighter flavors of alcohol.

“Alright, dig in,” he says gesturing to your plate and you smile.

“Renji, this is…” you trail off, unsure how to express yourself.

He smiles back, reaching across the table to take your hand. “It’s not even a small portion of what you deserve but it’s a start.”

Your heart gives a gigantic leap at his words, the wall you’ve so carefully constructed being plowed down by the wrecking ball of your emotions. Before you say anything embarrassing you take a bite of food, embarrassing yourself instead with the rather loud moan of pleasure that emits when you taste it. Renji chuckles at your flushed cheeks. “I’m glad you like it so much Y/N,” he says taking his own bite. He stops, looking down at the plate and muttering, “Shit, it is that good.”

You laugh and take another bite as you glance out the large window. The view of the city all lit up is breathtaking and you wonder just how much Renji dropped to get this room. There’s silence between you but, for once, it’s a comfortable one.

As he eats, Renji watches you watch the night sky; he can’t believe you’re really here. After so many days and nights of missing you, you’re here. As much as he wants to catch up, to talk like you used to, he appreciates the silence because it’s giving him time to work up his nerve to say what he wants to say.

Before long you’ve both finished your meals, Renji cleaning off the table and rolling the delivery cart outside to be picked up. Now, without distraction of hunger or the act of eating, he’s going to say to you what he should have all along.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup and even take time to pop a breath mint. Entering back into the room you find Renji standing in front of the window looking out at the city. He looks gorgeous with his tall muscular frame attired in such elegant threads. You walk up and stand next to him taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. You see him look at you but don’t return the gaze just yet. A tentative touch draws your attention downward where Renji’s fingers are caressing the back of your hand. Turning it over you allow him to take hold of it. He draws you closer, his hand unable to refrain from cupping your face. His eyes are fixed on yours and you hold your breath.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice low and thick like honey and you have to suppress a shiver, “I know words can be empty and that’s why I haven’t been saying anything until now. I wanted you to be comfortable and enjoy your meal without worry or thinking about what’s going to happen next. I…I know I screwed up royally and that’s putting it mildly. But hear me and understand, there is nothing between Rukia and I but friendship. You are the only one I want.”

Slowly his wraps his arms around your waist pulling you even closer. Tingles shoot up and down your body being this close to him again. It may have only been a month since you’d last been held by him but it feels like an eternity. He keeps talking, thumbs tracing up and down the curve of your waist, “I never told you enough why I wanted to be with you. I just…I assumed you knew how amazing you are but that was stupid. So I’m going to tell you,” he says leaning down closer. His lips are inches from your own, his warm breath (surprisingly minty fresh and you suppose he too popped a mint, the thought making you smile) fanning over your face. “You are the most beautiful and selfless person I’ve ever met. You wear your heart on your sleeve and I’m so sorry I stomped on it because of my idiocy.”

Fingers tuck loose strands of your hair behind your ear, his hand remaining to cradle your head. “I love how silly you are over new manga books when you can get them. I love how you bake Kuchiki-taichou’s favorite cookies when I tell you he’s being particularly asshole-ish. I love that you were always waiting for me at my place when I got home with a meal on the table and a smile on your face. I love that you would come to my sparring matches and cheer me on even though it was just stupid guys having stupid fights.”

Your chest is pressed to his, both your hearts tripping over themselves from the contact. He’s still hovering above your lips, clearly giving you all the control on whether you’ll kiss him or not. He ends with, “I’ve only ever been in love with one other person and it was so painful I thought that’s all it could be, so I avoided it, ignored it, pretended it wasn’t there but…” he swallows once, “I realize now, beyond doubt, that I love you, Y/N.”

He waits with baited breath for your response, frowning in concern when he sees tears sliding down your cheeks but then his brow clears when he sees you smile. All it takes is a slight lifting with your toes to close the distance, your lips sealing over his in a sweet kiss. His hold tightens, one hand splayed across your upper back while the other wraps more fully in your hair.

Renji can’t hold back his passion for you any longer, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth gently asking for permission to deepen the kiss. You open up to him, hands wrapping more firmly around his neck as his tongue sweeps against yours, the sensation sending heat to your whole body from the inside out. When he pulls away to kiss down your neck you gasp, clutching the back of his jacket, eyes rolling to the back of your head. But as he nears your chest you pause; you want this, there’s no denying it but you just can’t yet. You need more time to fully build your trust back and can’t be caught up in the heat of the moment.

A gentle push on his chest grabs his attention. He drags himself away from your tantalizing flesh to look in your eyes. “Renji, I…it’s not that I don’t want to but…we just…I need more time,” you stammer. He smiles kissing you gently but releasing his tight hold.

“That’s fine, there’s no rush,” he replies, “But we do have the room for the whole night. So…would you be ok just sleeping together? I…I miss holding you.”

“I would except I didn’t bring a change of clothes and-“

“Ran took care of that,” he interjects.

Smiling up at him you amend to, “In that case, I’d love to spend the night in your arms. I’ve missed you so much.”

He kisses you firmly before releasing you to allow you to shower and change into your pajamas. Once the two of you are settled in the bed you shift over right next to him, his arms wrapping around you as you lay your head on his chest. The drumming of his heart warms yours. Before you close your eyes, you lean up and kiss Renji once more, whispering against his lips, “I love you, too, Renji.” He grins, hugging you tighter to himself. Before long you’re both fast asleep, finally at peace.

Baby I'm Yours... [Rick Grimes x Reader]

It’s a quiet day in Alexandria, so Rick decides to treat the reader to the most relaxed day he can think of. The title of the imagine is based off of the song ‘Baby I’m Yours’ by Arctic Monkeys.

Requested by the gorgeous @mylittlefandomfanfictions

Warnings: None because it’s pure, complete fluff! (Okay there’s like one curse word but it’s 2016 so…)



Waking up next to the person you love, especially during this new messed up world, is the best feeling possible. Being able to roll over in bed under the warmth of the covers, and the soft pillows underneath your head, into the safety of the arms of your love is euphoric. Some one would say that waking up to a world filled with walkers and limited supplies is the worst, but as long as I open my eyes to Rick every day, it makes getting up in the morning more enjoyable. The natural sunlight peeking through the window as he reaches over and wraps his arms around me is the best place to be. Feeling his breath on my neck and my face makes me feel safe and protected, and when he slowly opens his eyes, looks at me and smiles, my heart does somersaults in my chest. His morning voice is just as gruff and deep as it usually is, but he speaks slower and more gently, and it feels like we’re the only people on the planet…

“How long have you been awake?” Rick asked, opening his eyes and stretching his arms up above his head, before hugging me tightly. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing into his body and leaning into him before looking up at his tired eyes and messy hair, “And how long have you been staring at me?”

“Am I not allowed to admire you?” I smirked, kissing his cheek. He laughed, turning his head to press a soft kiss to my lips before sitting up slightly, “You hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Exactly… Seems like a pretty quiet morning. Let’s hope it stays like this,”

Rick suddenly got up out of bed, leaving me in the warmth surrounded by mountains of pillows, “Where’re you going?” I asked, sitting in the middle of the mattress.

“Just to check up on everyone. You can sleep in, treat yourself,”

“Are you sure? I haven’t had a lie in for God knows how long…” I laid back down and sighed at the bliss of feeling the pillows beneath my head. Rick started to get dressed as he flattened his hair in the mirror.

“I’m sure, I’ll come get you soon,”

“Okay Rick, be safe,”

“Always,” He leaned over and kissed my forehead before leaving the room. I closed my eyes and turned over, inhaling Rick’s scent from his side of the bed and drifting back off to sleep…



“Y/N… Wake up,” I heard faint whispering and a hand on my shoulder as I slowly opened my eyes. I saw Rick smiling down at me angelically, and an unfamiliar scent filled my nose.

“What can I smell?” I asked, sitting up and propping a pillow behind me. Rick presented a tray of food to me and laid it in my lap, “Rick, you didn’t have to do this!” I gasped, completely in shock. He stood there with a huge childish grin on his face, and I swear he could’ve started jumping up and down at any moment.

“I figured, what’s the point in sleeping late and having nothing to wake up to? I hope you like it, I tried my best with what we had, it’s nowhere near the standard of Carol’s breakfasts but it’s a good attempt,” A rush of warmth ran through my whole body as Rick rested on the side of the bed, looking at me with a content smile on his face.

“You weren’t really checking up on people were you?” I asked, looking at him with a knowing smile. He shook his head, before winking at me, “You sly dog!”

I sat and ate whilst Rick sorted some things out in the house. Carl and Judith came into the room and entertained me for a while before going outside. When Rick came back, I was up and out of bed, getting dressed for the day. “How was it?” He asked, peeping his head around the door as he glanced over at my empty dishes.

I pulled my shirt over my head before walking towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “It was fantastic,” I kissed him gently, and he hummed into the kiss, making me giggle, “I love you,” I whispered, before planting a kiss on his cheek.

“And I love you…”

After washing everything up, Rick and I holstered our guns and weapons into our belts before setting out on what we thought would be a busy day. As we reached the gates, we realised that the usual sound of the growling undead weren’t there. Rick turned to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me in close, “Looks like it’s just a day for me and you then… Not a walker in sight,” He said, walking me back towards the house. We sat down on the decking and watched as everyone did their own thing, enjoying the sun and one another’s company. Carl came over with Judith in his arms and sat beside us.

“Weren’t you two supposed to be out this morning?” Carl asked, bouncing Judith on his knee, making her laugh.

“I don’t think we need to be,” Rick said, nudging me and looking at me. I felt at ease for the first time in a while, and having Rick sat beside me instead of rushing around and keeping himself busy made me feel comfortable and loved.

“Hey Carl, do you mind going over and checking on everyone for me? Y/N and I will take care of Judith,” Rick said, grabbing his daughter in his arms and sitting her in his lap. Carl jumped up from his seat and disappeared.

“What have you got planned?” I asked, as Rick stood up and helped me up with him.

“I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time Judith learned how to bake…” I cocked my head to the side in confusion as Rick set off to Carol’s house with me in tow and Judith in his grasp. I felt so happy I may as well have been skipping beside the man I love as we knocked on Carol’s door and let ourselves in.

“Do you have what I need?” Rick asked her, and Carol passed him a box of ingredients.

“Remember what I taught you Rick…” She said simply, bopping Judith on the nose before sending us on our way again.

Rick Grimes, since when did you want to become the house-husband?” I joked, as we went into our kitchen and set Judith on the counter.

“Since I fell in love with you,” He kissed my hair before grabbing numerous bowls from the cabinet, “Okay so I think I can remember this. Carol’s a pretty good teacher so I should have this down…” I couldn’t help but chuckle a little as I watched Rick faffing over ingredients and utensils. Judith watched her Dad and laughed along with me, as if she knew how ridiculous it was too.

We made the best of what we had, and the best experience of my whole life was watching Rick stir everything together. He propped the bowl against his side, with his arm wrapped around it as he mixed with his other hand. Things were flying out of the bowl, landing on Judith and I, but Rick didn’t seemed to care as he just laughed his head off at the mess all over. “You’re a wreck,” I giggled, taking it from him and finishing the job. I then placed it down and helped Judith stir some more, guiding her hands onto the spoon and moving with her so she wouldn’t topple the bowl over and lose any more mixture.

I glanced over at Rick and burst out laughing at the sight before me. “What?” He asked in confusion. I pointed to his pants and he looked down at his jeans which were now covered in a little bit of everything we’d added to the mix. Rick tried to brush it off with his hands, but as he had just as much mixture on his fingers as his clothes, he made it worse. I grabbed a towel and started to dust it away before he could start to whine like a teenage girl. I rolled the towel up and whipped him round the back of the legs, causing him to jump up and squeal, “Y/N! Don’t do that!” He said in a high voice, sounding like a scared child. Judith let out a loud giggle as she pointed at Rick and clapped her hands.

“Shall I do it again Judith? Shall I?” I asked. Rick yanked the towel from me and tossed it to the other side of the room. I crossed my arms and looked up at him with the most serious expression I could muster, with a smirk creeping through.

“No, you shan’t,” He said quietly, pinching my cheek like a baby. I scowled jokingly, before getting back to the task at hand with two of my favourite people.



“I thought you said this mix was supposed to make twelve cookies?” I asked sceptically as I placed the six cookies on the tray. Rick scratched the back of his head, glanced down at the mess on the floor, before shrugging.

“I guess this means we don’t have to share them with anyone anymore…” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, “That means more for us!” He whispered excitedly, kissing me tenderly.

Once I’d placed them in the oven, we had thirty minutes to kill. Carl came back and took Judith to see Michonne, so Rick and I just sat back in the house. Rick had the bright idea of playing twenty questions, so I just went along with it. “What do you miss the most about your old life?” He asked me.

“Um… I miss pizza. I know we try our best to make something similar now, but there was nothing better than ordering Domino’s takeout on a Friday night and watching TV,” I laid back on the couch and sighed, imagining the perfection, “Okay my turn… What were you like in High School?”

“Oh God! You’re kidding right?” I shook my head and insisted that he answer, “Alright. I was pretty lame to be honest, I always wanted to be a cop so I was really focused on my work, a little too focused sometimes. I guess you could refer to me as the nerd, but I got better in college and started to go to parties and stuff, but I wasn’t crazy, I was just average. Pretty boring answer I know. Next question, have you ever been properly in love before?”

“I think you already know the answer to this Rick,”

“Yeah, but I just want to hear it again,” He grinned once again like a Cheshire Cat, leaning forward in anticipation as he waited for me to answer.

“Well… Before the world went to shit, and before all of this walker business begun, I’d never been with anyone worth my time, or I’d never loved anyone properly. Of course I’ve been in relationships, but now that I’ve experienced a real relationship, with you, I can see that what I once thought was love, was just me trying to convince myself of something fake. As you know Rick, you’ve completely changed me as a person and you’ve opened my eyes to something that I thought I could never have. I couldn’t imagine being without you now, and as cheesy as it sounds, I love you with everything in me, and much much more…” As soon as I’d realised how corny everything I’d just said sounded, I started to laugh, “Sorry, I’m just laughing at how much I’ve surprised myself by saying those things,”

“Y/N… I love you, and I know you may think those things are cheesy, but I don’t,”



“Would you have still fallen for me if I wasn’t one of the last women on Earth?” I asked nervously, counting it as the next question. Rick looked at me with a mixture of emotions on his face, but he mostly seemed to look disappointed in a way.

Rick reached over and grabbed my hand in his, entwining his fingers with my own, “Y/N, of course I would’ve still fallen for you. You’re amazing and I simply wouldn’t be able to cope without you. Don’t ever think for one second that I’ve settled for you, I love you… Truly

Part of me wanted to tear up and just repeat to him how much he means to me, but I just leaned in and rested my forehead against his, looking into his bright blue eyes that held so much love, and had me captivated since day one. He snaked his arms around my back and hugged me, laying back on the couch with me rested against his chest, “I wish every day was like this. I wish we could just lay here and not have to worry about walkers or other groups or anything, things would just be so perfect…” I sighed, running my hands along Rick’s chest and tracing patterns with my fingers.

“So do I, but honestly, as long as I’m with you, I don’t care about the other stuff we’re forced to handle everyday,”

We laid there together until the cookies were finished. We went outside and sat back on the stairs, where Judith and Carl were. They both took one each and Rick and I ate the remaining four, feeling pretty impressed with our creations, “I think it’s safe to say I’m now a professional chef!” Rick exclaimed, applauding himself. I just raised a brow and smirked at him, bursting his bubble.

“Don’t get too cocky Grimes,”

“You know you love me…”

I do, and I always will.


Hey guys! I hope you liked this fluffy Rick Grimes imagine! I haven’t written fluff in a while so I hope it’s okay!

Don’t forget to request an imagine if there’s anything you’d like to see on my blog! Thanks for reading!

Let Me

When GOT7 are just normal guys.
Thanksgiving dinner & Black Friday.

You & Mark Tuan of GOT7

“Wahhhhhhh. I’m so full!” Bambam exclaimed plopping down onto the couch next to you. “Thank you so much for the food Noona!!!!” He yelled hugging you tightly.
You laughed and hugged him back.

“Bam-ah, if you don’t let me go I might die from suffocation” you joked.
He immediately released you and patted his stomach.

“If you die, no one will feed me.”

“Uh you’re hyungs?” You laughed nodding to the elder line who was cleaning up in the kitchen. You had prepared everything so they thought it was only right if they cleaned.

“Noona” Yugyeom said as he sat down on the other side of you. “You don’t expect us to eat Mark Hyung’s ramen noodle thing forever right?”

“Yah! You ungrateful kid! At least you get to eat!” Jinyoung said pushing the back of Yugyeom’s head as he walked into the living room followed by the other four.

“You know,” Mark said patting Yugyeom’s shoulder, “you could just cook yourself.”

“Why would I when Noona cooks me food!” He replied smiling holding onto you arm.

“What happens if she get a boyfriend? Then she won’t have time to cook for you anymore” Youngjae joked. Yugyeom shook his head.

“Ani. Ani. Ani.” He said continually shaking his head. “She can’t get a boyfriend.”

“Yah!” You smacked him on the shoulder. “What does that mean?”
Yugyeom’s held his hand up block you hit.

“That’s not what I meant! I just mean I don’t want you to!”

You stopped.


“Because if you do, then you won’t have time for us anymore. And you’ll move out of here. And we’ll never see you. He’ll take all of your time. We’ll lose you.” He spoke sadly.
You teared and hugged him tightly.

You all grew up together. And now even attending the same college. You all lived together. You were basically a big huge family.

“Ani! Ani! That’ll never happen!” You said assuring Yugyeom.

“Wait, Noona. Does that mean you’ll never date?” Bambam asked.

“No. Not never. If I ever do, I’ll make sure you all like him first. And he has to understand how important you all are to me.”

“So you’ll let us interrogate him?!” Youngjae asked excitedly.

“Of course” you laughed.

And the conversations continued until Bambam screamed and made you all jump.

“Yah! What is it?! Is it a bug?! Y/n! Kill it!” Jackson said jumping into JB’s lap who he was sitting next to. JB pushed him off onto the floor.

“You’re a grown man! Act like one.” JB said standing up and heading in the kitchen for some water.

“No! But I totally forgot that it’s BLACK FRIDAY!!!” He exclaimed jumping up from his spot next to you. He dragged you up with him. “Common! Get dressed Noona! Let’s go shopping!”

“But it’s so cold!” You whined.

“Ah common! You love shopping.” Jinyoung said ruffling your hair as he walked passed you into his room to get dress.

“But it’s freezing outside!” You continued.

“Then I’ll buy you a scarf.” Mark said pushing you towards your room so you could change.
You stopped midway.

“There’s so many people though. I’ll get lost.”

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Mark asked.

“Ani. I’m not a little kid anymore.” You stuck out your tongue and started walking again.

Truthfully you really wanted to. Him just suggesting it made your heart skip a million heartbeats. But you were afraid of falling for him more. You’ve liked him ever since you were kids, but you’re friendship mattered too much for you to ever say anything. The only person you ever told was Jinyoung. So many night you spent crying to Jinyoung because of Mark. He never purposely broke your heart, but he still did. Through out high school and middle school, you’ve been there through his past girlfriends. And each time your heart only broke more. Except the last few years weren’t so bad. He didn’t date anyone senior year in high school. And he hasn’t since, and it’s now senior year in college.
You sighed.

Moments later you met up with everyone in the living room and headed out.

“So who’s riding with who?” Jackson asked as JB shut the front door.

“We’re riding together!” The three youngest yelled in unison! Running to Jackson’s car.

“Well I guess that means your driving them” Jinyoung gave him a teasing smile.

“I’ll drive us then” Mark looked at you.

“Just you two?” JB asked raising his eyebrow. “The four of us could just ride together.” JB said heading towards his car.

“Ani. She’ll probably buy everything. We’ll need all the room we can get.” Mark replied.
Now it was your turn to give him a questionable look.

“Since when did I become the shopaholic?” You asked standing in between both their cars. “And if I was one, I could just drive in my own car. You know “more room” and everything.“
Mark walked over to you and pulled you to his side.

"Fine then more room for Bam and Jackson.” He replied.

“Uh you guys figure your situation out. We’ll meet you at the mall” Jackson said rolling up his window and pulling out of the driveway.
You were about to walk over to JB’s car but Mark was firmly holding onto your wrist.

“Just ride with me.”
You nodded and got in.

JB shrugged and got into his car motioning Jinyoung to follow. Jinyoung looked at you before he did. He wanted to make sure you were okay with it. You nodded and he got in.
The ride over was quiet. No words were being spoken. Just silence until he pulled into the parking lot. You reached for the handle, desperate to get away from the impending silence. But Mark spoke before you could.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asked sounding hurt.
You stayed quiet.
It was true. Since his last girlfriend, you just found yourself avoiding him. It just hurt too much. And you thought it would help you get over him if you did. But it didn’t.
He turned to you.

“Why don’t we talk like we use to? Why do you go out of your way to avoid being near me? What did I do that made you hate me so much?” He questioned. You could see the pain in his eyes.

“I don’t hate you” you replied quietly turning your head to face the window.

“Then what is it?”
You stayed silent.

“Y/n, you’ve been distant from me since senior year. If you don’t want to be friends with me the least you can tell me is why.”

“Why do you care so much? Why does it matter if we don’t talk as much anymore? When did it ever matter?!” You’re pent up feeling toward him began to spill out.

“Because! You’re all I ever think about! Anytime I’m not occupying myself with something, all I can think about is you! You’re the reason none of my relationships ever work out. Because I’m not in love with those girls. I’m in love with you.”

You turned and looked at him. And he stared right at you.

“You.. you what?” You stutter.

“I’m in love with you. And I’ve always been. Yeah I liked those girls, but those were just some adolescent feelings. The summer before senior year, when you started to avoid me, I couldn’t understand why. I spent weeks thinking about you. And I realized that I was never, not thinking about you. Every time I ended a relationship was because of you. I spent a lot of time comparing them to you, I spent a lot of time talking about you, and they all gave me an ultimatum. Them, or you. And I’ve always choose you. Why do you think these last 4 years I’ve haven’t dated anyone? Because no one could ever be you.”


“Look, I know that it’s probably hard to see us as anything more. And I know that we might never happen. But-”

“Mark can you just let me speak?” You interrupted. He nodded. “I don’t hate you. I actually love more than I can even put into words. Seeing you in those relationships made it so hard for me to be around you. That summer, I promised myself that I wouldn’t let myself fall for you any more than I already did. So avoiding you was the only solution I came up with.”

“And did it worked?” He asked with a hint of hope.
You let out a small laugh looking at you hands.

“No. Avoiding you just made me miss you even more.”

He reached over and grabbed your hand.
“Will you hold my hand? Hold my hand wherever you go, please don’t let go.
I will cherish you. I will make memories everyday, I follow your heart
so y/n just let me hold your hand”

You let go and walked out of his car. He followed you, confused.
You held out your hand.

“If you let go, I’ll never forgive you.” You half joked.
He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He replied smiling.

The two of you began walking towards the entrance, where the rest of the group was waiting for you.

The three youngest looked confused.
JB looked like a mixture of surprise and an “I knew it” face. Jinyoung looked at you a beamed his eye smile.
Jackson let out a huge sigh.

“Finally!” He said throwing his hands up. “If I had to listen to him talk about you any longer I might have exploded!”

“Wait does this mean we can’t interrogate him?” Youngjae said sounding disappointed.

“What is there to interrogate when you’ve know him basically you entire life?” Jackson asked.

“At least it’s not those guys who’s been hitting on her around campus.” Jinyoung said staring directly at Mark to let him know that, yes, he did have competition.

“Wait there are guys that have been hitting on you?!” He asked annoyed.

“There have?” You asked Jinyoung.

“There has been since we were in high school kiddo. You were just to busy looking at Mark.” JB replied ruffling your hair.

“Wait you knew?!” You asked shocked.

“Y/n I’m not blind.”

“That’s beside the point” Yugyeom said smiling happily. “It’s just Mark Hyung! So that means we won’t loose her!” He skipped ahead and the rest followed.
You and Mark trailed behind still holding hands. You looked up at him as you continued walking. He looked at you smiling.

“What is it?” He asked tucking a piece of hair back under your beanie.

“You’ll never let go?”

He stopped walking and pulled you into a tight hug.

~~~Sorry if these are no good! But for some reason I’ve been wanting to write lately😊

Sometimes We Need To Make Sacrifices // #BSPromptChallenge

Day 6: War/Peace

A/N: This fic is very loosely based on an episode of The Office. Also, I’ve never written a future fic before in which Jeller have a kid, so this was really fun to write!

Jane smiled warmly at the piece of paper she was holding in her hands, a bubble of pride welling up inside of her. A few days previously, Gracie had ran home from ballet class, waving the invitation in her hand excitedly. 

“Mommy, Mommy! Will you and Daddy come to see me?”

Jane, now sitting at her desk in the SIOC bullpen, read the invitation for what must have been the tenth time.

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Perfect Match verse: Netflix and Chill (;

So you were probably expecting sexytimes, but my brain wasn’t cooperating, so you instead get fluffy fluff! This takes place on James’s 23rd birthday, leaving them six months from being able to meet for the first time. Enjoy!

catch up on the Perfectly Matched series

“Happy Birthday, James!”

James giggled happily as Rose snapped on one of those pointy cardboard party hats and blew a noisemaker.

“Thanks!” he said, grinning at his soulmate. “Last birthday apart! In just six months, I get to see your gorgeous face in person!”

Rose flushed at the compliment, but she was also beaming widely.

“My mum and dad are here!” James said excitedly, before he called them in from the kitchen, where they were cleaning up from his birthday dinner.

They walked into the living room hand-in-hand, looking like they were having more fun than doing dishes allowed for.

“Say hi to Rose!” he crowed, pointing to his laptop.

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Pretend Boyfriend

Summary: There’s a girl in school who is obsessed with Dan and is always flirting with him and trying to get with him. Dan finally has enough and asks his best friend, Phil, to be his fake boyfriend. Phil agrees, their friendship blossoms into something more than just a fake relationship.
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word Count: 2,009
Warnings: Quite a bit of swearing but that’s nothing new
Beta: the lovely danteasers ofc! <3

A/N: There’s not enough fake relationship aus in the phandom tbh.

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Coffee Shop AU (Carry On Countdown)

Had a lot of fun writing this! @carryon-countdown


Baz drummed his fingers impatiently against the marble counter. It was three o’clock on a Friday and he was waiting for his usual to come into the shop. Normally Simon was always there on time, but today Baz wondered if he would even show up.
The bell on the shop door chimed, announcing a customer. Baz straightened expectantly and smiled in the direction of the front of the store.
“Welcome to Ebb’s Place!”
It was Simon for sure, but there was somebody else with him. Today he had a stunning blonde jumping excitedly at his side. Immediately his mood plummeted. Still he put on a good show and kept his smile in place.
“Simon this place is so cute! California is so crammed with Starbucks that it’s hard to find cozy shops.” The girl’s British accent was slightly off.
Simon smiled at her. “See? That’s why you need to come back.”
She turned to greet Baz. “Hm…what do you recommend…Baz is it?”
He looked down at his name-tag and nodded shyly. “Well…the holiday drinks are pretty popular. Maybe a pumpkin pie chai? If you like tea.”
She smiled. “Sounds good to me! I’ll have that.”
Simon made a face. “Gross. Too sweet.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay then, what are you getting?”
“A large latte, two pumps vanilla, extra whip cream.” Baz blurted.
Simon looked up at him in surprise.
“That’s uh…your order right?” Baz attempted to come off casually.
The girl looked back and forth between them and smirked.
“Um yeah. I guess I’m pretty predictable.” Simon blushed.
Baz rang them up quickly and set off to make their orders. He was happy Simon didn’t skip on his usual Friday visit but he worried the girl might be his girlfriend. He knew very little about Simon as a person, but he did know that he was the sort of guy to chat with the lonelier elderly folks that came in. He often helped moms carry their drinks to the car and always offered to clean up after messes even though he didn’t work there. He was handsome, clever and, most importantly, kind. Baz couldn’t help but be a little in love with the guy.
He gasped as he almost spilled hot coffee on his apron. The near accident broke him out of his reverie. He looked up and saw that Simon and the girl were deep in conversation at the pick up counter. Casually he scooted nearer and tried to listen in.
“Simon it’s not a huge deal, just say it.”
There was a pause. “Easy for you to say Agatha, your girlfriend practically jumped into your arms the first time she saw you.”
Girlfriend? Baz thought to himself.
“Hm…that’s true. Guess I’m just cuter.”
Baz heard a low growl.
“Not helping Agatha.”
“Well, if you’re such a coward I could just ask for you.”
“You absolutely will not.”
“He practically admitted he was obsessed with you when he blurted out your drink order, just ask the boy out-“
“Shhh! You idiot he’s right there.”
Baz tuned out the rest of the conversation. His heart was pounding at double its normal speed. Looking down at the cups he struggled over making a decision. He could continue this weird back and forth at the coffee shop on Fridays, or he could take a leap of faith. The pen in his other hand wavered.


Simon wished he had an excuse to wait around and talk to Baz. But he didn’t and it wouldn’t be fair to Agatha. She was only spending a week with her folks before she went back to California. Plus, they had plans to meet up with Penny.
“Your coffee, Simon.”
Simon looked up at Baz. He had his hair in a ponytail today, showing off his tan neck. Everything about the barista made Simon feel like an awkward teenager again. As he took his coffee he felt Baz’s fingers rub lightly against his own. It was such a slight touch that Simon wondered if he had imagined it.
They walked out of the coffee shop in silence. Agatha was going on about how disappointed she was in Simon. The idea in having her come with him was that she would help him feel confident enough to ask Baz out. But he had chickened out just as he had every other Friday.
“Honestly Simon you act like it’s the end of the world.”
He looked down at his cup and paused right outside the shop window. There was a number written on his cup signed by Baz. He felt his cheeks burn and looked into the shop.
Baz was smiling widely at him and winked. Simon smirked back and took out his phone.

Best Christmas Presents / Jack Maynard

Request: hiya, i hope this request is going to make sense, but could you please write an imagine where you’re best friends with the whole buttercream squad, and you’ve been dating jack for a few years now. you’ve always talked about having kids together and starting a family, cause your relationship is pretty serious. You’re all sitting around the christmas tree giving each other presents, and when you give jack his, its a box with a positive pregnancy test in it, and everyone goes wild

“Okay, babe, I’ll be back in a few.” Jack said as he pecked your lips and grabbed everything he needed, including his vlogging camera.

“Alright. We’ll be here when you get back.” You smiled and watched his as he left. “Finally!” You almost yelled, making your best friend look at you confused. “I need to tell you something, and I couldn’t say it with Jack here!”

“What? You want to leave him? Is that why?”

“What? No!” You laughed “Don’t be silly, I love Jack! It’s something else.” You said as you got up, fixing your Christmas sweater.

“Well, tell me.”

You grabbed her hand and walked to your office and when you got there you made her sat down on the little sofa while you looked for what you wanted to show her and smiled when you found it. She was growing impatient by the second, and having your back towards her made it even worse.

You turned around with the little stick on your hands and laughed when you saw her reaction. Her eyes were as big as plates and her mouth hung open before her hands covered it.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” She managed to say, getting up to hug you. “I’m gonna be an auntie!” She laughed.

“Yeah!” You smiled. “I was recommended to take another one since it could be a false positive.” You said “But I really hope it’s not.”

“Do you have another one here?” You nodded and showed her the box. “Oh my god, let’s go!” She said excitedly pushing you towards the bathroom.

One hour later you both were laying on yours and Jack’s bed, staring at the two positive pregnancy tests in silence, you just couldn’t find words to describe your feelings right now. You were too happy.

“How did you know?” She spoke, breaking the silence.

“A few weeks back I felt something was different, I can’t quite explain the feeling but it was there. Then I started getting sick, and then Jack wasn’t feeling very well either so I thought it was just something we had eaten, but that strange feeling didn’t go away so I thought, you know what? let’s give it a try and it came out positive.” She smiled at your little story before she sopke again.

“So, are you gonna tell Jack? I mean, of course you will but, have you talked about having kids?” She asked.

You smiled. “Yeah. He brought it up last year and we’ve talked a lot about it. We agreed that we would wait two or three years more, though, because we’re so young.”

“But you’ve been together since forever!” She chuckled “16 or 17, right?” You nodded.

“I found it really cute that he was the one to talk about it first, and then he started telling me all these ideas he had for when we have kids and his smile was so big and oh my god, I can’t.” She laughed “Should I make it something special or should I just tell him tonight?” You asked, looking at her.

She thought her answer for a few minutes. “Don’t you have these Christmas dinner at Joe’s on Friday before you go back to Brighton? You could tell him there. You’re gonna be opening presents next to the tree and all his best friends are gonna be there and then you’ll go to Brighton and tell yours and his family, it’s perfect!” You nodded.

“It is perfect.” You agreed “He’s going to love it!” You hugged her. “Thank you for helping me. You should come to the dinner, I’ll tell the boys.”

“Sure! I have nothing else to do on Friday.”

The rest of the week had flown by now was Friday morning and you were in bed with Jack, who was making an intro for his vlog, thinking about what would happen that night, even thinking of it made your stomach flip. It was either that or the morning sickness that had been getting better gradually. Luckily, Jack didn’t suspect anything.

“Today’s the day of the Christmas dinner party at Joe’s, are you excited?”He asked turning to you, still filming.

“So excited! I love giving presents!” You squealed, making him chuckle.

“What did you get me?”

“I won’t tell you!” You laughed “I got you some things that you’ll really like. And I have a homemade present, too, that’s the one I’m most excited to give you.” You smiled “You’re gonna love it, I know.”

“Oh, come on! Tell me!” You shook your head and got out of bed to make breakfast, leaving him alone.

Quite a few hours later all the buttercream boys, your best friend and you were on Joe’s living room, sat next to the tree opening the presents. Everyone was vlogging and as Jack started opening your presents you got more and more nervous. He thanked you for all of them, and hugged you when he thought those were all, but no, you saved the best one for last.

“I have one more.” You smiled at him, taking the small box wrapped in Christmas themed wrapping paper from your best friend’s hand. “Remember I said one was homemade?” He nodded and you smiled “This is it.” You gave him the box.

“Ooo, what could the girlfriend be giving him?” Joe said in a weird voice, making everybody laugh.

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