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when does he end

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Is will poulter imagine post delayed?

ugh yes I’m sorry but I’m writing atm :) don’t worry

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Have you written for the impractical jokers yet. I dont think I see them on your masterlist

Not yet but soon!

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i am 97% sure that they are the actual losers club. look at sophia, dear god

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i canT BELIEVE YOU WRITE FOR IJ AND IT CATCH ME CRYING

LMAO I LOVE YPU

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Ur fandom list is broke

I know aghhh I tried to fix it but I’m gna try again til it’s hopefully fixed

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Prompt #6 “I can’t sleep. Can you stay with me?” with Henry Bowers pretty please?

Yessss I love this idea

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✿ Send this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile! ✿

Thank you luv <3

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I’ve been slacking...

so much, I am so sorry, but school ends for me in TWO WEEKS so I’ll be posting everything in my draft! Xx, thank you all for being so patient.

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Teach me how to do it. Yeah, of course.

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I finished a requested Will Poulter imagine - will be up tomorrow once I finish editing it!

I haven’t been as active as I’d like to be, but I have only a month of school left, so from then on I’ll be posting very very often I promise!

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I’m going to try to post an imagine tonight but I watched the entirety of 13RW’s second season and,,, the last episode??? Montgomery??? I hate him??? I’m disturbed (yea I’m not doing 13RW imagines btw - never was going to and probably never will) but CYRUS, I LOVE HIM ok I’m done

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My laptop broke so I couldn’t be active I’m so sorry, posting new imagines soon! Thanks for sticking around, xx.

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Can you do more Ben tmr where girl reader comes up and she grows close to him and he falls in love with her while watching her dance during a bonfire?

Yes!

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Protection (Kevin Khatchadourian)

Requested anonymously! This is one of my drabble prompts!

Prompt #15: “If you think I won’t protect you, then you’d just be mistaking.”

Being the new kid was never easy.

With parents being forced to move because of job opportunities, you were obligated to go with them and attend the local high school of wherever-the-hell it was that they were going. It was beyond difficult building an identity being a bit shy, and then, when you finally got comfortable, having to move again.

However, your mother told you this time might be different. ”I know it’s tough for us moving all over,” she began, “so we’re going to try to stay here for a while. How ‘bout that?”

Yeah, how ‘bout that.

The worst thing about moving was undoubtedly always your first day of school, which was different from everyone else’s since they had been attending school for months before your arrival, almost always.

At least you didn’t have to fake being outgoing as to make friends that you knew you would have to leave after moving, if this really were the last time. You could embrace your shyness, taking your time to open up. You could keep your head down for as long as you needed. That’s enough for you to keep you at ease.

The first day rolled around and you reckoned that the school would be inviting enough, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

All in all, many students were massive assholes, having no regard for anyone else. This was the most blatant display that you had ever seen.

It sure was lucky that this of all places is the town you’re stuck in.

You had talked to a few people, none of which were very memorable, to the exception of one.

Kevin Khatchadourian walked up to you after your first week and introduced himself, asking about what brought you here and whether or not you liked it.

“It’s alright,“ you told him shortly, smiling at him in a way that didn’t meet your eyes.

He nodded, grinning. “Quite alright,” he said seconds before the bell sounded. “Well, I’ll see you.”

“Yep,” you mumbled, grabbing your uncomfortably heavy bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

You had a few classes with Kevin, and he made it a point to work with you, as you did for him. In fact, he invited you to his house to get started on a project that had been assigned by your english teacher on heaven-knows-what. You were just glad you were working with him, especially because you had gotten in a run-in with one of the girls in your class, and ignoring that problem sure wasn’t helping. She would shoot daggers at you whenever she spotted you.

Were you that unlikeable? To you, you were avergage; but if you could say one thing about the girls at this school, they were anything but. They were over-the-top, many with histrionic personalities that made you wince.

Kevin was the only one that you were good enough acquaintances with to have by your side.

You groaned as you saw the girl across the hall, eyeing you. Her name could have been Cindy or Carol, you forgot which. It didn’t really matter anyways. Kevin was at your side as you shoved a book into your locker, beginning to feel stressed.

Unfortunately, the girl made her way over, slamming her palm onto your locker, shutting it abruptly. You jumped back, startled.

“What the hell is your problem?” You demanded.

“Something about you doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Sorry to hear that,” you said, jaw clenched.

In a rapid motion, Kevin grabbed your hand and pulled, hard, knocking your figure into his. “Come on. You don’t need this shit.”

You looked back at the girl, who had a brow raised and arms crossed, and Kevin tugged on your hand. “Hurry up.”

It was lucky that Kevin lived closeby the school, and he released your hand only to lift his key from his pocket and unlock the door.

When he opened it, an woman in her fifties looked confusedly at the two of you. “Who’s—”

“Somebody,” Kevin said in a biting tone towards her, and she didn’t ask anymore questions. He pulled you up the stairs until you reached a clean, medium-sized room.

“Kevin, what the hell?” You pulled your hand back when he reached for it again. “I’m not fucking five.”

“Well, you act like it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I could have fucking handled it.”

In a second, Kevin cornered you with your back against the wall. His chest so close to yours that they came in contact as his rose and fell with his breathing. The sides of his forearms were pressed against each side of your head, and because of the proximity, his breath was fanning over your face. Your heart pounded.

“If you think I won’t protect you,” Kevin spoke, moving to grip you hand, uncomfortably hard, “then you’d just be mistaking. I’m not gonna let these bimbos go up to you and say whatever the hell they want. You just need to ignore them, an’ if they go up to you, walk away.”

“Kevin, I—”

“Shut up,” he sighed, releasing your hand and sliding his own up your body until it landed on your hip, but not painfully this time. More-so comfortingly. “Just shut up for a second so I can calm down.”

Pressing your top and bottom lip together, you complied, mostly because you didn’t want to give him further reason to be frustrated. It was clear he was exasperated enough.

Still not speaking, you placed your hand on top of his and his eyes widened for a moment before he shut them completely.

Kevin chucked slightly, bringing his tongue to brush across his bottom lip, eyes opening. “You look so good like this, Y/N.”

You gasped quietly, and he smiled again, bringing his other hand up and running his long fingers through the hair that framed your face.

“Thanks,” you finally managed to get out, although it was an awkward response. His thumb rubbed a circle around your hip that it was clasped to.

“Yeah. No problem,” he said sarcastically, but his eyes looked softly at you until they fluttered closed and he pressed a quick but meaningful kiss to your lips. Your cheeks instantly heated.

You looked into his chocolate brown eyes for what felt like an eternity before speaking again. “The, uh, project. We should probably get on that.” To be truthful, the project was the last thing you wanted to do with Kevin, but it would suffice after having the satisfaction of the kiss.

The sides of Kevin’s mouth shot upwards, playfully, almost. Before today, you didn’t know it were possible. “I guess so,” he agreed, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on the shell of your ear before releasing you completely. 

For once, you were finally content with where you had moved.

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omg bby i was so worried when i didn’t see you post and i was too shy to send you a message and ask how you were doing but anyway i hope you have a good vacation ily <3

Don’t be too shy to message me! And I’d never quit w/o saying don’t worry love

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The reason I haven’t been posting is because I’m on vacation currently but Sunday I will post the Kevin drabble, hopefully the others that have been requested as well! (Requests are still open [for drabbles]!)