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Imagine

Tom getting jealous because you and Chris have been spending a lot of time together while he’s been on a press tour.

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Not imagine related but funny af

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Imagine Sebastian "guest starring" in your Instagram lives

“And look! Who’s that handsome man with the beard and the hat?” you called as you reversed the camera so the world could see your beautiful boyfriend. All of a sudden, the comments on your live began to double, then triple, even quadruple! You smiled as Sebastian widened his eyes and he looked excitedly down at your phone. 

“What is it? What’s that?” he asked as he peered down at your screen. You quickly reversed the camera so the fans could see their baby Sebby.

“Those are hearts,” you explained before he looked with confusion upon where you were pointing.

“Is that how people communicate now?” Sebastian asked as he tried to look at the phone more closely by leaning in and squinting his eyes. You giggled excitedly as you leaned your head on his shoulder. He shook his head as he held your phone so only he was on camera.

“I don’t know about you guys, but (Y/N) and I don’t use hearts, we use middle finger emojis and winky faces,” he explained to his fans. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Yeah, Sebastian also sends a lot of eggplant and peach emojis together, too!” you called, making Sebastian blush vibrantly. The next day, his Instagram comments were filled with middle fingers, winks, eggplants, and peaches galores.

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Imagine Sam taking care of you when you're drunk

“(Y/N), I think you’ve had one too many,” Sam said anxiously as he pulled the whiskey glass from your hands. You stood up and hiccupped as you stumbled forward, pointing at Sam accusingly. How dare he take your drink at a time like this when you need it most!

“That’s mine! Give it back!” you scolded drunkenly as you shook your head angrily. You got a good  look at Sam and smirked. “Anybody ever tell you you’re pretty hot?”

“Excuse me?”

“Like, really really hot! I mean, look at you! Tall, handsome, charming, and that gorgeous hair! Any girl would be lucky to have you, including me?” you rambled, trying to smile flirtingly. As you talked, you had managed to stumble around and fall into a now-standing Sam’s arms. He sighed desperately and looked down at you. He never would have known that you’d get this drunk, or that he would have to deal with it if you did.

“Maybe you should get to bed, (Y/N), it’s getting pretty late...” Sam suggested, glancing away nervously. You stood up straight and winked at him. 

“OK, Winchester, but you better meet me there soon,” you flirted before walking off towards the bedroom. Sam sighed stressfully as he sat back down on the couch in the area you’d been sitting. He surveyed the drink in his hand and tried to think this out. He could stay here, but you could be mad at him if he did. He could go in the bedroom with you, but he’d never live it down or you could get mad at him again for taking advantage of you or something. He sighed. He tossed back the drink. You only live once.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Dean asked as you walked into the kitchen area.

“Yeah?”

“How drunk were you last night?”

“Oh, I wasn’t drunk, I was sober as an AA patient. Just played some mind tricks on Sam.”

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Dating Newt Scamander Would Include...

slow dancing (even if there isn’t any music)

spending long hours playing with beasts in his case

helping him write “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”

getting to touch that fluffy hair whenever you want

him letting the less dangerous creatures roam your flat

“WHY IS THERE A MOONCALF UNDER MY BED?!”

“It’s burrowing there, dear, don’t worry! She’s not gonna hurt you at all!”

fighting over that big blue coat because you both want to wear it

he wins, but when he leaves the house, you wear it around because dammit you earned the right

he proposed to you while on the boat home from America

you were on the deck of the ship, looking out onto the water and he pulled the ring from his coat pocket. He got down on one knee in front of what seemed to be the whole ship and told you that although beasts and creatures may be a big part of his life, you could never compare to it. He then asked you to be his “partner in crime for the rest of my life.”

as much as you love that ring, you can never wear it

not because you don’t want to, it’s because Niffler has a habit of taking it when you aren’t wearing it and hiding it so he can have it

“Mrs. Niffler Scamander, I don’t know, Newt, I do think it has quite the ring to it”

he would do anything to cheer you up no matter how ridiculous or stupid the action is

drawing his eyes and freckles in full detail because they are truly gorgeous

cuddles 2.0

like he never ever lets you go

wanna go take a shower? hah, nice try. you’re staying in bed all morning

work on something important? Nooooo, “stay on the couch with me!”

make dinner? NoPe, cuddles right there on the kitchen floor

at the end of the day, just adorableness 24/7

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Hero

Title: Hero Words: 1,487 Pairing: PreCurse!AdamxReader Warnings: Swearing, Not Necessarily Bullying But Characters Being Rude/Mean To Each Other Request: Hello!! Can you make an imagine with pre-curse prince Adam where he’s a jerk to the reader but he’s also very possessive towards her. 

“Princess (Y/N), I’m surprised you decided to show your mug here,” you heard the sharp voice of the prince behind you. You turned quickly to see the man himself. In your opinion, he was dressed ridiculously. His navy suit was embroidered with intricate golden designs. He was wearing a wig (which made you snigger) that was tied in the back with a navy bow and birdlike makeup that highlighted those icy blue eyes.

“Your wig makes you look like a woman, Adam,” you responded snappily as you placed your hands on your hips. You followed the glance of his eyes, which were locked on your dress. You were wearing a royal blue, puffy ball gown, which had a band wrapping around your shoulders to hold it up. White butterfly designs were sewn into the band while, in your hair, a white and blue butterfly-shaped hair clip held back your sides. You were wearing the necklace and ring that Adam’s family had given you because your designer insisted on it.

“Why are you even here? I thought you said you’d never set foot in this castle again as long as you could help it,” Prince Adam inquired while smirking at you. This earned an eye roll and huff from you. Adam’s parents and your parents were not only the rulers of neighboring kingdoms, but the closest of friends. While your parents were the best of friends, you and Adam could not say the same. Ever since you were children, you had loathed the mere presence of each other. You thought he was a spoiled, arrogant brat, and he viewed you as a bossy, mouthy witch. After your parents’ deaths, you two were both left with their kingdoms. To better them, you two put aside your differences and pretend to get along in the public eye since the two kingdoms were sister cities. Away from all the bustle, though, you two were still the hate-filled children you had always been. You both made snarky, rude comments to each other and insulted each other almost every time you saw each other. But, in your opinion, he was far worse. While you could act like a true princess and try to be nice for the better of your subjects, Adam was a bratty man-child. He would be nothing more than a jerk to you constantly, even when he knew it wasn’t appropriate. This is why you were confused why sometimes you found him to be the most attractive person in France.

“I’m doing it so people think that we get along because I am not a childish coxcomb, unlike some people,” you spat as you turned your back on him and began to make your way towards another room so you didn’t have to deal with his nonsense. You felt Adam’s eye glaring a hole through the back of your head as he followed you, hot on your trail. You stood at your seat at the table, which was conveniently located right next to Adam’s. You sighed deeply and shook your head before a hand reached for the wine glass next to you. You watched Adam grab the bottle as well, but you pulled it from his hands.

“Allow me, Madame,” you said snarkily before pouring him some of the wine. Now it was Adam’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Must you always make an ass of yourself everywhere you go?” he asked as he pulled his glass away, which caused you to pour wine on his clothes. You both gasped loudly and you immediately stopped pouring. He looked desperately at his clothes, as though the wine staining them was going to evaporate. You covered your mouth with your free hand to muffle your laughter. Adam’s icy eyes quickly pulled up to look at you with disgust. You let out an animal-like grunt as he let his wine glass fall to the floor and shatter. The room was now silent and all eyes were on the pair of you.

“Now you’ve done it! God, can’t you be an adult for five seconds! You’re nothing but a childish little witch! You’re out to get me, aren’t you? You ruin everything and embarrass me in front of everybody you possibly can! Why don’t you go to your dirty excuse for a palace where you belong?!” Adam shouted, making you flinch in response. The party-goers all gasped and looked at you for a response; you were usually one for a snappy response. But this time, he’d gone too far, you didn’t know how to react at all. You’d never felt this frustrated, angry, and offended in your entire life. Your eyes began to swell with tears as you bit your lip. You blinked back the tears and put your head down, not even able to look him in eye.

“Your makeup makes you look like a girl!” you yelled immaturely before storming out of the room. Adam stood there, awestruck at your reaction. He expected you to say something smart and funny so that the entire tension broke and the partiers got a good laugh despite it being at his expense. Gulping guiltily, he ran off towards another room in the opposite direction.

You giggled fakely as you listened to the story a flirty army captain was telling you. He was a charming, and you weren’t going to lie, you were liking the attention for once. His name was Gaston and he was going to fight in the war soon but decided to stop by the castle of Villeneuve for one last party. You watched as he placed his hand next to your waist against the wall behind you. You didn’t really like him in the same way he seemed to like you, but you were rolling with it because it seemed to be the only chance you had to be with a guy at the moment. As he leaned down towards you, you could smell the slight trace of alcohol on his breath. You glanced over your shoulder around the room, noticing that he was only flirting with you because he got confidence from the whiskey in his hand. You were starting to regret flirting with him and just wanted to be saved from this. All of a sudden, a hand appeared on Gaston’s shoulder and was turning the captain around.

“I think you should let her alone, captain,” the person said. Your eyes widened when you realized who it was. Adam was trying to pull Gaston away from you, but was failing. Gaston shrugged off Adam’s grip and turned his attention back to you. You were becoming a bit annoyed, but you couldn’t focus on Gaston at the moment. You were too involved in the emotions on Adam’s face.

He was mad; no, he was beyond mad. Adam was flat out pissed. You’d never seen him look this angry with anybody. His eyes were narrowed, and he was clenching his fists as he stared down Gaston. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before, and in a way, it was sort of attractive. You shook your head, trying to get that last thought out of your head. You couldn’t think he was attractive, no absolute way... And that’s when it happened.

Within seconds, Gaston was spun around, and you heard a loud crack. You stepped out of the way as Gaston stumbled backwards, which let you have a good look at his face. He had his hands over his face, most his nose, and there was a bit of blood on his hand. You turned your head to look at Adam, but he still looked enraged, and he had blood on his knuckle. You watched Gaston storm out the door with his head down, dragging out a little, chubby man behind him. The party-goers ceased to be silent and began to chat again, probably about everything that had just transpired. You walked up to Adam, who couldn’t even look you in the eyes.

“Well....that was...” you said, a small smirk dancing on your lips as you looked at him. Adam glanced at your face and shook his head, not wanting you to tease him about this. You were about to say something until you realized he didn’t want to be teased. He was acting different all of a sudden; he was shy and nervous, avoiding your gaze. He shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot and crossed his arms over his chest. It was kind of adorable in a way.... You felt bad for him. You had been a bit mean tonight, and he had just put his reputation on the line to help you. He went out of his way to make sure you were ok and not in trouble...

“Sorry about that, he just wouldn’t leave you alone...” Adam muttered softly.

“Come on, prince hero,” you said softly, a smile breaking on your face,”let’s get that blood cleaned off.”

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Masterlist

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester: 1 2

Sam Winchester: 1  2

Castiel: 1

HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter: 1 2

James Potter: 1

Ron Weasley: 1  2 3

New Scamander: 1 2

STAR WARS

Leia Organa: 1

Cassian Andor: 1

Luke Skywalker: Dagobah Days

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes: 1  2

Steve Rogers: 1  2

Tony Stark: 1

Peter Parker: 1

CELEBRITY

Chris Evans Luke Evans Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj Liam Hemsworth Anthony Mackie Emma Watson Tom Hiddleston Sebastian Stan

DISNEY

My Future Wife, LeFou! (Gaston) Hero (Prince Adam)

OTHER

Indiana Jones

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Imagine having a Louise-and-Logan relationship with Tom

Tom: “Oh wow, what an amazing job you did doing the thing you’re paid for! You deserve all the praise in the world, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

(Y/N): “Oh, I swear to god, if you keep talking I’m gonna gut punch you!”

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Imagine assisting Indiana Jones on one of his adventures

You looked at yourself in the mirror standing in your bedroom. Smoothing out your sari, you shook your head, making the beaded tiara jingle a bit. You didn’t think that when you agreed to help Dr. Jones with his little expedition that you would be standing in an Indian village eating dinner with a king. You looked over your shoulder at Willie, who was posing beautifully to make sure she looked her best. Rolling your eyes, you held up the ends of your dress while you walked out the door, only to meet eyes with Dr. Jones himself. 

“Well, well, well, look at you, Miss (Y/L/N),” he whistled, glancing over your dress,”You look like a princess.” He had that know-it-all smirk on his face and was wearing his out-of-the-ordinary glasses and bowtie. You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest. He was such an obnoxious flirt sometimes. It made you want to knock out those perfect, shiny white teeth....

“I feel like a belly dancer,” you snarled back as you began to walk with him. Before he could make another smart comment, the two of you were separated. He was pulled off by some prince-looking guy and Willie dragged you towards the center of the table. While walking off, Indy made sure to wink at you and glance at you once more. 

The rest of the dinner consisted of monkey brains, beatles, and other disgusting foods. You had almost puked exactly five times, and by the time you were stumbling off to your room, your stomach was growling with hunger and nausea. You opened the door to your room tiredly before you heard the teasing voice you hadn’t heard in about an hour and a half.

“So, how much do you love me?” Indy’s voice rang behind you. You turned your head to see him standing there, hiding something behind his back and still looking as prim, proper, and unbelievably attractive as he did when you last saw him. You, on the contrary, looked like you had been mugged on your way to your room. Placing your hands on your hips, you turned the rest of your body to face him and huffed childishly. You weren’t in the mood to play his games.

“Shut it, Jones, you don’t have anything that I’d want,” you responded coldly, rolling your eyes. You went to turn your head, but you heard a crunching noise. There, Indy was biting into a green apple and smirking mischievously at you. You flung yourself towards him, grabbing the apple out of his hands and taking a giant bite of it. The juice was like magic in your mouth and being able to bite into something was even better. You looked at him with thankfulness in your eyes before watching his movements. He slowly pulled something out from behind his back before presenting it to you like it was something to be honored. In his hands was a plate of fruit. You moaned in pure happiness before grabbing the plate from his hands and shoving some grapes in your mouth.

“You’re my hero, Indiana Jones,” you said through your mouthful of food, emitting a chuckle from him. You glanced over him, noticing how...well....flatout hot he looked. You swallowed your food as he began to walk closer to you. You stood up straighter and walked back into your bedroom, yet he followed you. You set down your plate and smirked up at him slightly. You wanted to make a move on him, but you didn’t want to lose your job because you couldn’t control your certain urges... “You might not want to get so close, Dr. Jones.”

“Mm, I disagree, (Y/N), I was thinking that I could study you for a research project for the university,” Indy responded as he smirked at you,”You know, nocturnal patterns. See what you do and what you think about at night. I hope I don’t interfere with your thinking, though.”

“You won’t. And I don’t think you’d want to chose me, I’m full of surprises,” you flirted back as you ran your hand over his chest and shoulder. Indy watched your hand, loving the touch of your hand against his body.

“Nothing surprises me, I’m a scientist,” he responded, smirking. He grabbed the handle of the door, shutting it.

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Imagine Dean checking you out while getting ready for a case

“You shouldn’t be drinking when we’re leaving in five minutes,” you reminded him as you walked into the hotel room. There, Dean was sitting at a desk with his laptop and a shot of whiskey. Dean’s slowly made their way up your figure, which was outlined by the towel wrapped around it. A smirk crept on his face as he took a sip of his whiskey.

“Dressing like that makes me think you don’t wanna leave this hotel room,” he commented with a chuckle as he gave you a wink. You gasped softly as your glare narrowed. He never knew how to keep that smart mouth of his shut....

“Oh please, the last thing I want is to be cooped up in here with you,” you complained. You grabbed your shirt from the bed and looked at Dean, not wanting to take off your towel in front of him. He’d never let you live that one down, and neither would Sam.

“Face the wall or you’re dead meat,” you growled, making Dean laugh and turn to face the wall. You let your towel hit the floor and began to change, but you could have sworn you caught Dean glancing over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of your body at least once.

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#i'd crash and die

MOST DEFINITELY.

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do you have a masterlist

AWE YEAH MADE ONE FINALLY

I’m feelin’ ya, Bender

The link in my bio or clicking HERE will bring you to the official masterlist

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Imagine FaceTiming Emma to wish her a happy birthday and her adorable reaction

“(Y/N)!” you heard Emma screech happily as she waved frantically at you from the other side of the screen. You laughed softly and waved back to her.

“Hi Em, how’s your day going?” you asked, pretending to be clueless. Today was Emma’s birthday and you wanted her to be more than surprised. You were never good with dates and usually forgot them, so you wanted her to be extra happy that you remembered her birthday. You noticed her smile fading slightly when she saw that you thought it was just another day.

“Oh...um, good! Good, good! How about you?” Emma asked, the usual spark in her eyes out. You tried not to laugh or smirk. Your plan was working perfectly. 

“Oh, not much,” you said as you reached down and grabbed the large shopping bag at your feet,”Just went and got some presents FOR THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!” You lifted the bag up in the air to reveal that on the front, a sign read “Happy Birthday Emma!” Emma gasped and covered her mouth as she saw the sign and the size of the bag.

“Oh my lord! (Y/N)! You shouldn’t have!” she squealed as she felt happy tears threaten to flow. You peeked your head around the bag so she could see you grinning face as you laughed.

“Yes I should have! You deserve it!” you argued happily before changing to a fake, motherly serious tone. “But you have to come visit me if you want this gift, you hear me?” Emma laughed again as she nodded quickly.

“I’ll come to see you as soon as I get home, I promise!” Emma laughed before pausing. She sighed. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Em. I’ll see you when you get home, OK?”

“OK, bye,” she said sweetly as  she waved again.

“Bye,” you said, unable to wipe the smile off your face as you clicked the end call button.

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Imagine having to dance with Luke Evans during "Beauty and The Beast." During every rehearsal, though, he finds some way to flirt with you

You laughed hysterically as you tried to spin around and turn towards Luke again. Working with him was sometimes like working with a child. Not paying attention, you tripped over his feet a bit, but before you could fall, he caught you in his arms. He slowly lifted you up and pulled you close as though he was going to kiss you, just like the script instructed.

“Might I say, (Y/N), all this tripping you’re doing is making me think that you want to fall desperately into my arms,” Luke teased as he spun you two around and winked. You rolled your eyes playfully as a smirk danced on your lips.

“Maybe if your big feet weren’t always in my way, I wouldn’t trip,” you joked as you playfully yanked on his hair, emitting an “ouch” out of him.

“Oh, please, you love them and you know it,” he responded before dipping you down.

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Imagine Harry and Ron going through your bag, trying to figure out which one of them you like more. In the process, the nearly kill themselves playing with your stuff.

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Imagine Chris and the two of yours daughter doing an interview for their movie together. Her smart comments during the entire interview are hilarious and keep him laughing the entire time.

“What is Chris Evans like in real life?” Chris read aloud from the cue card with the Google Searches on them. Danielle leaned over to read the search result for herself and laughed happily. She turned to look over her father and nodded.

“Well, he’s very huggable,” she commented as her eyes glittered with childlike admirance. Chris smiled happily and nodded in agreement. You giggled from the seat on his left that was currently off camera. The pair was absolutely adorable and you really wanted to hug both of them right now. 

“That’s a true fact. He’s very, very huggable,” Danielle said as she wrapped arm around him. Chris laughed.

“Look at that, look at that,” he commented as he hugged her with one arm as well.

“And he’s also filled with jellybeans,” she added, making the whole crew and interviewer laugh. “Hear than, Mom?” You nodded and gave your daughter the thumbs up from afar.

“You know, she never gives me hugs like this outside of the public eye,” Chris teased back as he glanced down at Danielle, who smiled like it was Christmas day.