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The Tea is Decaf


3.7k words
Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen
Based on this text post

Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.

He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.

A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.

“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.

He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.

She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.

Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”

She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?

Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.

Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.

So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.

Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.

I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?

Is there caffeine in it?

Not at 4 in the morning.

Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.

He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.

By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.

It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.

You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.

Castiel nods as he takes a drink.

Does that mean you don’t sleep?

Sometimes I do. I didn’t feel like it tonight.

Is Dean good in bed?

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anonymous asked:

I am a hardcore Destiel shipper (and Sam/Eileen tbh), but I am losing hope that it will ever be made obvious on screen. I choose to see it as canon, but how do you think they would make it extra obvious to less-shippy fans? I'd be down for a hug and some hand holding, but I can't think of an outcome that doesn't sound like some fan fiction - and therefor being called out as fan service. Thoughts?

Honestly I’m really confused how anyone can be losing hope after having just witnessed season 12.

Originally posted by lifetimetv

We just had a whole season of:

- Multiple near-death moments, hugs, reunions that are more and more emotional every time, by the time we get to 12x19 they both look so strained they could strain Rowena’s tea leaves with their eye balls. Let alone Cas’s “DEAN!” moment right in front of Sam and Mary in 12x23, completely ignoring them, and Dean’s “where the hell have you been?!” standard pissed off wife raging at Cas in 12x19 in front of Sam. Attempts at hiding it from these two have really gone out the window by this point…

-Sam being SO DONE and rolling his eyes practically every time they are in the same room together, even when they aren’t, yes, I’m looking at you 12x10: “you’re going to storm in….right now”. 


- Mary treating Cas like he is Dean’s husband, comforting him when he’s missing, the ‘computing’ look at their reunion hug, looking pointedly at DEAN when asking if Cas will go along with their plan in 12x23 etc etc etc.

- DEAN GIVING CAS A MIXTAPE OF HIS FAVOURITE BAND, A BAND THAT IS LINKED TO SEDUCTION IN THE SHOW. Cas wondering if he has to return it now that Dean seems so upset with him, again, a standard romantic “returning your stuff” break up trope, but Dean waves him away, no, I forgive you, just PLEASE STAY WITH ME.

- In 12x19 Dean being angry and acting like a wife who’s husband is late home from the pub, because he was worried but then IMMEDIATELY forgiving Cas, asking Cas to stay, to be a “we”, even in 12x19 still defending him, by 12x23 saying that they will “work things out”, Cas telling Dean that he would die to protect him, that he loves him, loves all of them etc etc etc.

- Now Dean is learning to let his walls down and the catalyst occurs in the FINALE, oh, coincidentally, JUST before Cas gets taken brutally away from him right in front of his eyes and he doesn’t even compute it, is still in shock by the time the credits roll….

This whole season has been what I see as the middle ground, the link between the previous seasons where the Dean / Cas relationship has been extremely subtextual, and the next season(s) where it will culminate in canon.

You can’t just randomly show casual viewers Dean and Cas making out, so many people won’t have seen the subtext (I was just talking to a viewer this weekend, who was like Destiel? Nope, I don’t see it. When I explained the story, he was like OMG YES I never noticed that! That makes so much more sense - talking about s11 and the undercurrent of Dean’s feelings since the show and how they link to the overall plot) - So the casual viewers need it to be much more obvious before it is canon, but also it’s a long running show, it cannot just SUDDENLY become obvious, it needs to feel organic.

Therefore season 12 was for US very blatant, but for casual viewers they are just getting strong hints of it. It was around 12x10 - 12x12 that I got a few asks saying things like “I never shipped Destiel but now I do”… and after 12x19 I think many of these ideas were cemented into peoples minds, the same as after 12x22 I think many people will now understand Performing!Dean and the side that was the facade and what is real, they will look at the show in hindsight and see it where they hadn’t so much before.

Therefore next season should be even more blatant. And what could be more blatant than Cas being dead and us seeing Dean in MOURNING, fighting to WIN HIM BACK (again, this is a standard romantic trope and the next part of the story in line with the standard romantic storyline that they are abiding to, for more info search #break up theory on my blog).

Next season should be even stronger with the subtext and we will see things coming into the text much more than even in season 12. 

Originally posted by thegirlatther0cksh0w

In season 12 we had hugs, worrying for your boyfriend and a freaking mixtape. 

I think season 13 will raise us something along the lines of mourning like a widower, Sam supporting Dean in this widower role, an awkward accidental date, talking about feelings, working on something together while laughing and doing the heart eyes and probably some kind of accidental kiss / falling over each other or whatever if they want to get really blatant about it ;)

With regards to how they will make it canon, these are two BAMF guys who, yes, are actually also deep down very soft and sweet in their personalities but are not going to start running bubble baths and giving each other bouquets of flowers on screen. All we need and want is a couple of shots of Cas shuffling into the kitchen in Dean’s dead guy robe for a couple of cups of coffee in the morning and Dean’s gruff “coming Cas?” as he goes off to bed, a shot of them giving each other a cute look over lunch while Sam rolls his eyes, thats all we need after the initial love declaration or 1 kiss of whatever way they decide to go…

I mean, I’m being really arrogant here, but Destiel isn’t the only thing that me and the other meta writers write about and we are all basking in the glory of the fact that pretty much everything we speculated would happen character wise in s12 has happened and that pretty much all our endgame speculation has either happened already or looks very much on track to being so. It would be weird if we were right about all the rest and not about Destiel, which is one of the most blatant ones of all…

anonymous asked:

Hey can I request Levi x reader soulmate au ? Please not angst lol. Thank you.

omg I’m so sorry about the angst I will do it properly this time! 

[[ Soulmate!AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your wrist ]] 

Levi was annoyed once again, as he caught the edge of his soulmate tattoo creeping out from under his sleeve. He rolled his eyes as he reads it once more, which was hard to not do– even if he was trying his damndest to complete his paperwork for Erwin. 

Sorry, sir’ 

He sighs, ultimately deciding that he was going to get another cup of tea from the mess hall. He’d had a long day and was exhausted; it was already late at night, and he really just wanted to rest (not even sleep, he just wanted to stop reading and writing about death statistics). 

He looks at the tattoo once more, hopelessness creeping up through his annoyed facade. People said ‘sorry, sir’ to him at least twenty times a day, so he’d made habit of saying very specific things to those cadets, just in case. 

One time, he’d made a younger cadet cry by saying “I’ve always found pain the most effective punishment.” That was a bad day for him- nobody talked to him (except for Hanji and a confused Erwin) for a whole week.  

He stomped his way down the cold halls, thinking about the lovely, steaming mug of tea he was eager to get his hands on. 

As he turns the corner to enter the mess hall, another body bumps against him. He grunts from the sudden contact, glaring over to your (E/C) and panicked eyes. 

“Sorry, sir,” you squeaked. You were relatively new to the Survey Corps, and the only reason you had been up so late was because you had been practicing late at night; ever since one of your troupe-mates had warned you that the notorious ‘Captain Levi’ would use you as Titan bait if you weren’t good enough (which may not have been true, but it scared you into action). 

You hadn’t actually ever met the Corporal before, and you were silently cursing Wall Maria for making this your first interaction with him- a mistake… That you’d made. 

“Did you know that black tea undergoes the longest process of oxidation?” Levi says blankly, staring at your dumbfounded face with a look of exhaustion and disinterest. It was like a smack to your face. He rolled his eyes and stepped past you, small hopes dashed once again. 

You stand there, particularly flustered as you all but rip your sleeve away from you wrist, seeing the small and neat words inscribed on the skin there. 

Did you know that black tea undergoes the longest process of oxidation?’

“What kind of soulmate are you?!” The words leave your lips before you can really control yourself, years of asking strangers for random tea facts and spending an awkward amount of time in tea stores beginning to catch up, shitting all over your current situation. 

Levi turns around in surprise, but as your words register he almost laughs in disbelief (but he also can’t deny the relief flooding his system). 

“Me? Do you know how common the phrase ‘sorry, sir’ is for me to hear?” Levi grumbles, slowly approaching your dumbstruck form. Once he’s close enough, he grabs your wrist, pulling it up to read the words he’d recently said, snickering slightly. 

You nervously and carefully reach for his own hand, turning it over to see the two vague words against his pale skin. You wince, realising how frustrating that must have been for him. You rub your thumb against the words, and your cheeks flush with a blush as you realise that Levi’s cold eyes are now focused on you and exactly what you’re doing against his skin. 

“Sorry about that…” You mutter, looking off towards the side. A cool hand softly grabs your chin and moves your face back around do look at your soulmate- whose usually hard-set face had softened at the realisation that you were his life partner. 

“At least I don’t have to worry about it anymore,” He practically whispers, before moving his face towards your own. Your heart jumped, almost sure that he was going to kiss you. Just as you could feel his minty breath fanning over your parted lips, he tilted your head slightly and landed a soft kiss to your cheek. 

As he pulled back, he couldn’t help but smirk at the disappointed pout on your face– which was also a bright pink. 

“You may be my soulmate, but I still just met you,” He snickers, grabbing your hand and walking back off down the hallway towards his office, tea completely forgotten. 

“Let’s change that.” 

Sorry that it’s kind of short, soulmate AU’s are so hard D’: 

Requests for everything (except for ships) are open, so send in whatever you like and I’ll eventually get around to answering it, probably ♡♡


I can’t see Albus willingly walking into Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, even for Scorpius, so instead I like to think he stole his brother’s invisibility cloak and whisked Scorpius away on a late night date to the lake. It included a picnic (which was 100% sweets and cakes) and stargazing, because sometimes the most magical moments require no magic at all ♥︎

Boyfriend Jackson

A/n: Now for the wild and sexy boyfriend Jackson wang ;)

Originally posted by abgestverzt

• this bouta be SUPER cute

• you two met when you moved in across the hall from their dorm

• pretty much everyday when you were heading to work, they would be too

• you knew nothing about them other than they were loud, rowdy boys that stayed up too damn late to be getting up at this hour everyday

• sometimes you’d be rushing to work Bc you overslept or something and Jackson would see you for just a second and smile

• you would always be way invested in your phone or your own little world to even notice his staring

• well one day

• you were coming home early bc they let you only work half a day

• as you got on the elevator, you started looking thru your purse for your key

• and oh my god

• you must’ve left it on the counter or something in the kitchen

• you outwardly groan (thankfully you were alone) and check your purse one more time

• when you get to your door you realize you truly are locked out

• you dial the # of your landlord and he says he won’t be able to get you in for like another 2-3 hours

• you take a seat on the floor and lean your head against the door when one of the rowdy boys comes up to you, seemingly alone

• “hey you locked out?”

• “uh haha yeah”

• “I know you don’t know me but you can come inside until someone unlocks your door for you”

• you give him a polite smile and are about to decline when your stomach grumbles

• he lifts his eyebrows “I have food”

• and wow that’s how y'alls story starts

• I think Jackson would be one of the most caring boyfriends in this series

• like seriously man

• you’d get hella sweatshirts (and tshirts) from him

• 24/7 shirtless jackson wow

• y'all wouldn’t even need to leave the dorm to go on dates

• movie marathon? hell yeah. nap date? ofc

• y'all really just enjoy each other’s presence SO. MUCH.

• he’ll constantly shower you in compliments and love

• y'all hardly fight tbh

• and when you do it’s just bc he almost brought home like 20 dogs

• sometimes you gotta be his logic and reason which is fine bc he is the person who gets you to let loose

• a nice balance

• so although he can be really childish sometimes

• a flip switches when y'all start to get more intimate

• he immediately becomes super serious and commanding

• it’s so fuckin hot wow you’re lucky

• he’s definitely a dom like literally no buts about it

• he’d let you top on occasion just bc sometimes he’s really tired after working all day


• cute pet names like kitten and baby girl

• constant cuddling that sometimes most of the time leads to make out sessions

• hands always on your ass or thighs

• definitely an ass man

• y'all would probably go public on accident tbh

• like bambam or someone would accidentally spill some tea during a vlive about you and Jackson

• somebody would ask where Jackson was and he’d say out with you

• def not the right thing to say oopsie

• he wouldn’t be upset, if anything a lil relieved bc he hates keeping secrets

• will always protect you from mean people and other guys

• fans that get mad at you are immediately shut down bc “how dare you say that about the person I love? Don’t you care how I feel?”

• bloop that was the first time he said he loved you

• kinda stuttering mess after bc he totally didn’t mean to confess that to a fan BUT he’s glad you know now

• and even happier that you said it back

• overall this boy is such a sweet puppy, get ready to be showered in constant affection and gifts every now and again just bc he loves you so much

Dinner - A Nessian Fic

Please check out my other fics, Nessian: The Shower Has Been Installed and Girl Talk. Hope you enjoy this NSFW Nessian Dinner Date. Please reblog, like, and comment. I love hearing from you! And if anyone a fic idea to throw at me, just ask. Love you all.

Ok, the jig was up. Everyone knew Nesta and Cassian were together and she just had to accept that. Luckily they were still so scared to speak with her that the smirks and knowing stares she had expected from the inner circle of the Night Court had been minimal. She had no doubt that when she was not present Cassian was being subjected to unending torment by his friends, but the idiot probably just enjoyed that. Since their relationship, or whatever it was, had gone public, Cassian had asked Nesta to go out with him tonight. A date. Nesta had never been on a date.

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ilvermorny headcanons

ok but imagine

- ilvermorny professors with ridiculous bostonian accents
- ilvermorny professors with thick southern accents
- or midwestern accents
- or native american… or mexican… or canadian
- southern students explaining sweet iced tea to their yankee classmates
- the red sox/yankees rivalry being even stronger and deeper than inter-house rivalries
- baseball is a BIG deal at ilvermorny (it’s massachusetts, I mean c'mon)
- mexican, native american, and french-canadian teachers and students slipping into their native languages whenever they get excited or angry
- heated arguments over politics between the horned serpents and the thunderbirds, but the wampuses and pukwudgies being the most inclined to party loyalty
- mexican, native american, and canadian students introducing the american students to foods/festivals/traditions/clothing/stories/etc. of their cultures
- cranberry pies and cobblers for desert literally every day
- grumpy pukwudgies everywhere, complaining but never leaving
- actual pukwudgies showing obvious bias toward pukwudgie students
- wampuses being hands-down the best dancers and turning out the most ballerinas and choreographers
- the little old southern lady, who teaches charms, bringing lemonade, sweet tea, and cookies to class everyday
- the red sox curse being ACTUAL dark magic
- the patriots’ LUCK is owed to overenthusiastic wizard/witch fans who can’t help themselves
- this pisses off the students invested in the nfl who aren’t patriots fans (which is most of them)
- southern students bringing college football fanaticism to ilvermorny
- “ROOOOLLLLL TIDE, Y'ALL” “GO VOLS” “LISTEN HERE, MAN, I SAID ROLL TIDE” “IF YOU CUSS AT ME AGAIN LIKE THAT, I’LL-” “BOYS! if I hear another of these arguments again you will both be taking it to detention. hotty toddy, by the way.”
- pukwudgies being killer at potions
- thunderbirds excelling at DADA
- wampuses are the BEST at transfiguration
- horned serpents slaying at divination and arithmancy
- the amount of no-maj positivity is unreal and beautiful
- the best feasts literally ever (sorry, hogwarts)
- I N D E P E N D E N C E D A Y
- wow independence day is so off the chain
-illegal fireworks everywhere
- red solo cups littering the grounds
- the horned serpents smuggled the alcohol
- the manchester joke got very serious whenever that was big
- seriously, you didn’t want to try it on a thunderbird. jinxed in a second

Be With Me [1/?]

Cheesy title, blablabla. It’s late night and I wanted to write and the USUK network discord chat gave me the perfect excuse. So here, have some Magical Strike omegaverse.

“Hey Kirkland. Did you hook up with someone?”

Arthur turned away from the coffee machine to look at one of his coworkers, who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and frowned.

“No. I don’t have the time for that.”

“Aww, don’t lie! I smell omega all over you!”

Arthur’s frown deepened and he lifted is arm to subtly sniff at it. His coworker only grinned more.

“I knew it! You’ve been with someone! So even a beta can get their hands on a nice omega once in a while, eh?”

Arthur paled, but his collegue didn’t notice as he continued to gush about omegas.

“They’re so nice! Their scents are heavenly and once they get in the mood, mmmh, I tell you, the best thing ever!”

Arthur cleared his throat to regain his composure and frowned at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have too much work to be with someone.”

His collegue only shrugged.

“You don’t have to lie about that to me, but sure, if you want to.”

“Before you spout nonsense you maybe should get back to work.”

Arthur took his finished coffee from the machine and left. He didn’t dislike it at first, but he came to hate the beverage over the years. It never had been good to begin with, but he had coffee from a machine for five years and it seemed to worsen with each day. He kept drinking it noenetheless, it kept him awake and the coffee machine didn’t offer tea. Not that machine made tea would have been good either. He sat down at his work station with a heavy sigh, he hadn’t expected this when he had applied to the job. His phone buzzed and he took it out to see a message from his sister.

Coming over tonight and bringing some of mum’s meat pie. Keys are at the usual place, right? I’ll make some tea for you to drink when you come back.

He smiled and replied to her before putting his phone away again and glanced at the mountain of unfinished work. Unlike in the films, it wasn’t an unimaginably high stack of paper, but instead about a dozen open tabs and word documents on his desktop. He sighed again. This would be a long day.

Rosa sniffed when Arthur entered his kitchen. The can of tea already sat there, hot and steaming and a plate with the meat pie next to it.

“Your scent is coming out.”

She surely didn’t sugarcoat anything. Arthur only sighed his what it felt like billionth sigh and sat down.

“I know. I have to heighten the dose again.”

“Again?” Rosa sounded alarmed. “How many are you taking already?”

“Three.” Arthur let his bones crack.

“Arthur, as much as I love and support you, that is too much. This amount of surpressants is going to backfire sooner or later. You’ll only end up hurting yourself.”

“I don’t care.” Arthur poured himself some tea. “As long as I can keep my job.”

Rosa frowned. “What if you never get heats again?”

“Never liked them anyway.”

“What if you’ll never find a mate?”

“Who said I wanted one?”

Now it was Rosa’s turn to sigh. “You’re so stubborn.”

“We both are.”

Arthur loosened his tie a bit. It was unusually hot today in the office. Did the forget to turn the air conditioning on? He fanned himself with his hand and tried to concentrate on his work again, but for some reason, he couldn’t focus. His mind was dizzy, the world in front of his eyes was swimming and he felt strangely light headed, despite the hot temperature in the office. He opened the first button of his dress shirt and made another attempt at concentrating, but to no avail. His head was stuffed with cotton and his desktop was blurry. Did he need new glasses?

Arthur failed to notice that the usual hectic clicking of keyboards in the office had lessened and several heads were turned towards him, sniffing the air as if it was a drug. One of his coworkers growled lowly and started inching towards him. When the others noticed that, they also got up, all moving towards Arthur’s desk.

Arthur leaned against the backrest with a sigh, took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a groan. He had been rather on the edge for the last few days, and today was the worst of them. Only when he felt a familiar wetness between his legs, he realized the situation he was in. The surpressants had stopped working. He had grown immune.

The chair clattered to the floor as he stood up with a quick movement and bolted towards the restrooms. He locked himself in a toilet stall and nervously bit his lips. He didn’t have much time. He needed to  get out of here before his heat got the better of him and turned him into a wet, moaning, begging mess. He knew what his heats were like, and even if it was weakened by him taking surpressants so long, it was still strong.

Arthur remembered with a shudder his high school days, where he hadn’t been taking surpressants and suffered through ten days of ridicously strong heats. It had been hell and it would be even worse now if he didn’t get out of here and back to his apartment soon. No doubt one of the alphas had a little less restraint than the others. He would be stripped, taken, knotted and marked without a second thought. Arthur didn’t even want to imagine it. A knock came from the door of the stall he was in.

“Yes?” He hated how weak his voice was.

“So it is you, Kirkland.” A cold voice replied. Arthur’s breath got stuck in his throat. His boss.

“You’re fired.” Arthur heard footsteps walking away and a muttered ‘filthy omega’. He pulled his knees to his chest, hugged them and started to cry.

His heat was long over, but Arthur failed to find a new job. Omegas were rarely employed afterall. His sister came over sometimes and tried to help the best she could, but her workplace didn’t need any new employees in Arthur’s field and they weren’t willing to employ someone with no experience.

Then the eviction notice came. He couldn’t afford paying the rent anymore and the owner of the apartment building was not hesitant to kick him out. Arthur swallowed dryly. What should he do? Moving would cost too much money, but he couldn’t pay the rent either unless he got a job, but no one would employ an omega. It was a cursed circle.

He had already started selling stuff he didn’t need to be able to afford the necessarities, but he slowly, but surely ran out of things to sell. He was getting desperate, even applying at jobs that he wouldn’t even have considered taking before, but the answer was always the same: no, no, no, no. We don’t want omegas here. Omegas should stay home and be a good mate, cook, clean and have children.

It was frustrating and infuriating at the same time. He was tempted to kick a chair when he come out from one of the offices in the employment agency after another fruitless attempt to get a job. He maybe even would have done it if it weren’t for the alpha in the same room. He gave him a quick once over.

Younger than him, a purple star painted on his cheek, one of the bangs in his fringe dyed in the same colour, a ridiculously long fancy coat with fur around the collar, skinny ripped trousers and the dress shirt with a few buttons too many open. Arthur allowed himself a small smug smile. Alpha or not, this guy probably wouldn’t get employed either.

Then the alpha looked up from his phone and his gaze landed on Arthur. Arthur froze when he grinned and walked over with long, confident strides.

“You!” He exclaimed, his voice loud and boisterous. “You’re perfect! Do you know how to organize stuff?” Arthur just nodded, overwhelmed by the alpha’s whole presence. “Perfect! Perfect!” The alpha laughed, his laugh equally loud as his voice. He leaned forward to look directly into Arthur’s eyes. “Ever wanted to be a secretary?”

Don’t Be Stupid

genre: angst

summary: you’re best friends, but then sehun gets a girlfriend and things change

a/n: i added some things to the original request…i’m also excited that i got a request for sehun cause i haven’t written for him yet i don’t think…I also didn’t include the fluff ending cause I didn’t think it really worked with the original idea I had when thinking about the request

Originally posted by wooyoung

It wasn’t surprising for your plans to get cancelled and for you to come in second next to Sehun’s girlfriend. You understood that sometimes she would come first, she was his girlfriend after all. But you were his best friend, you had been for years. Sehun used to always drop whatever he was doing, when he was able, to hang out with you. If you were sad, all it took was a phone call or text and he was at your side. And if he was out of town touring, you could still reach him by skype or facetime.

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disneyland adventures

requested: Hello there! Since Shawn will be having a concert in Paris can u do one where y/n is at the Paris show and after that they went to Disneyland and just super fluffy and went into a romantic dinner or lunch. I love your account 😊 and I’m sending you my love since there’s a lot of chaos happening in this world (sending all my love to all the people as well GROUP HUG) ❤️

requested: Can u please do prompt 38? Coming from a big Disney fan haha😂😂 Love ur writing❤😙

so sorry this is super super short!! i hope y'all enjoy


you were currently joining your boyfriend shawn on the european leg of his tour. today he was in paris and had a day off before the show tomorrow and he insisted that you two go to disneyland paris for the day.

at first you declined, you knew he was exhausted from playing all those shows and doing press and he really needed to take this day off to sleep. he insisted on taking you, he claimed you never got time alone and he wanted to take advantage of it.

you weren’t sure why shawn wanted to take you to disneyland in the first place, he’s told you multiple times that he wasn’t a big fan of disney movies. but here the two of you were, hand in hand, walking down main street of disneyland paris.

you both were tired considering you walked around disney almost all day, the sun was setting but you dragged shawn to the castle one more time. you wanted to see it one more time because you knew you would probably never see it again.

“y/n,” he whined. “you’ve seen it all day! i’m hungry.”

you snapped a few pictures of the castle and uploaded them to your social medias. you and shawn had been pretty active on social media all day, you basically documented the entire day.

“okay, okay, i’m finished now.” you said, intertwining yours and shawn’s hands and quickly kissing his cheek. “where are we going to eat?”

“some castle thing i made reservations for, it’s back on the other side of the park.” he said, “it’s the theme of some movie but i don’t know which one.”

before you could answer, two girls approached you and shawn asking for a quick picture. he happily took the picture with them, answering the few questions they asked.

once shawn was finished taking the picture he and the fans went their separate ways and he returned to you. connecting your hands once again.

“are you taking me to be our guest?” you gasped, knowing exactly which restaurant shawn was talking about. earlier you passed by it, mentioning that one day you’d like to eat there.

“i think so? i don’t know, there was a talking tea pot.” he said, “and the princess who wears yellow. i don’t remember her name. emma watson wore it too.”

“belle, shawn, belle! from the one and only beauty and the beast! do you not remember watching it like three weeks ago?” you laughed. “seriously! i can not believe you don’t like disney movies!”

the rest of the walk to the restaurant, you and shawn argued about how he didn’t like disney movies even though you thought he should.

“i mean, you look like a disney prince already so why not?” you said, pointing out one of the disney princes on the wall of a store.

“y/n that does not look like me, he has black hair.”

“oh you get the point!”

he chuckled, leading you into the restaurant where they quickly lead you to a table at the back, almost separated from everyone else.

“so if i’m the disney prince that makes you my princess, right?” shawn asked, still not dropping the disney movie topic.

you rolled your eyes as the waiter approached your table ready to take drink orders, both of you decided to order water since it was quick and free.

“this place is cute,” shawn commented, taking a bite of bread that was on the table.

“oh please,” you scoffed. “you probably don’t know what this place even is.”

“it’s a fancy restaurant y/n, duh.”

“no” you rolled your eyes, “this is the beast’s castle dining room. you know, where be our guest is sung.”

“what’s that?”

“oh my god.” you sighed, taking a sip of water and ending the conversation right there.

after you ate dinner, you decided to walk around for a little longer, not wanting to leave just yet despite how tired you both were.

“shawn, just one more time! please please please?” you begged, trying to pull him in the direction of your favourite ride. the little mermaid ride.

“y/n, i have had enough of under the sea if i have to hear that song one more time i think i’m going to lose it.” he sighed, walking the opposite direction.

to people walking past, this was an odd sight. a 5'5 girl wearing minnie mouse ears trying to pull her 6'2 boyfriend into a disneyland ride while he’s walking the opposite direction. you received a few stares from people, but in this moment you didn’t mind. all you wanted was to go on the ride just one more time, and you would stop at nothing.

“come on shawn, who knows when we’re going to be here again!”

“y/n, you forced me on that ride 5 times today just for the song! i think that’s enough.” he exclaimed. “but we can go on the star wars one again.”

the star wars ride was right across from the little mermaid one and you absolutely hated it. shawn dragged you on it earlier, and at first you had an open mind about it but after a few minutes you hated it with all your heart. you never liked star wars in the first place but you went on to make him happy.

“no we are not going on that again.”

“well we aren’t going on the stupid mermaid one again either.”

you sighed, the two of you had moved to the sidewalk right in front of the entrance to the ride so you weren’t right in the middle of the street anymore.

“shawn,” you tried just one more time, a new idea popping into your head.

“no, i’m not giving in.” he crossed his arms, keeping his gaze fixed on the star wars ride ahead.

“oh yeah?”

“try me.”

“i’ll do whatever you want,” you smirked. “at the hotel. if you know what i’m saying.”

he turned to face you, narrowing his eyes.

“you’re lying.”

“try me,” you mimicked him from earlier. “i’m dead serious.”

he scanned your face, looking for any possible signs of lying. after making sure you were really serious, he grabbed your hand pulling you into the entrance.

“well in that case, what are we waiting for?”

I’m sorry ( Zen x Mc xYoosung)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Zen x MC (reader) x Yoosung
Rating : Mild angst

Part 2

:Mc used to be in a relationship with Zen, but after being bullied by his fans, things changed - Zen changed and so MC is left alone with the wounds of her past. The one who tries to mend her wounds is Yoosung, but will their relationship turn into a romantic one or is the past going to ruin it all? (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

Authors notes: This is Mc’s perspective throughout her relationship with Zen and how she felt with Jaehee not trusting her and being against their relationship. How did MC’s life change while she was in a relationship with Zen? Did it turn for the better or did his fame only hurt her? Read on and find out~~ Hope you like it, cuties~  ( ˘ ³˘)♡


Life without him, is something can hardly imagine. Just picturing all the times, we used to chat and the conversations we had and the first time he saw me in flesh. Maybe that time when he saw me, was actually the moment where I knew that I was in love with him. How he got all excited and just how big his eyes got. He reminded me of how excited children would get when you gave them something they really wanted. Did his expression mean the same – did he really truly want me?

Someone so … normal like me? If I had to be honest I was constantly afraid of how he would react to me once he would get to meet me. But at some point I was waiting in anticipation for the day where we could be together in our own small world. Because maybe, just maybe, after all the times Jaehee was, how can I say…mean and very, hum, possessive of Zen, I didn’t know what to do. At one point I tried to understand her, but the more I tried the harder it was. Being doubted and not trusted left a scar in my heart which I knew wouldn’t heal so quickly. It was painful, trying to help the organisation when at the same time, the very people you wanted to help, did background checks on you and didn’t trust you. 

Zen trusted me with ease, he always said he just had a feeling that I was trustworthy and a good person. The more I interacted with all of the members of the rfa, the more everyone warmed up to me, I was starting to feel welcome and maybe even … loved?

But there was always Jaehee, always with her “if I may be so bold…” yada yada, I get it you don’t like me. It’s hard being nice to someone like her, when I actually really wanted to be her friend. But how can any relationship work, where there is no trust. And honestly I was starting to get fed up with how she would meddle constantly, just because she was a fan of Zen’s. I do understand that she was only protecting him, but there is a line between wanting what is best for someone and being possessive. In all that protecting she forgot about the one person she cared for – Zen. She forgot that he too has feelings, that he too is human and that if his fans did love him for who he was, they would accept the fact that he would maybe someday be with someone who loves and cherishes him. Also – his fans are supposed to love him for his work and not just for his looks. Maybe that is one reason, for why Zen liked me?
Because frankly, I wasn’t his fan, didn’t know about him. 

But I cared for him and his passion for his work. He is dedicated, strong and works hard in everything he does. That is why he so amazing and that is why, I fell in love with him.

It was nice how everyone in the rfa gave us their blessing, after a while even Jaehee warmed up to me. To this day, she is still at times is weird and goes on and on about how we should wait with every small thing in our relationship but I don’t mind, I see in her eyes that she is my friend and that now – she even means all what she says not to turn me away, but in a way to protect me.

This – me thinking about the past and reminiscing about how lucky I was is something that as of lately would often do. I would sit on the couch with a warm cup of tea in my lap and just think about everything. Before that happened all of us were happy.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell woke me from my thoughts and I walked towards it, I already knew who it was.  As I opened the door and welcome my visitor with a big smile.

“Hello MC, how have you been lately? Is everything alright, can you manage living all by yourself? Hopefully you don’t feel to bored without any company.” 

Spoke the cute blonde. At his question I only shook my head and showed him to step inside, he sighed slightly and nodded. I was about to go and prepare him a cup of tea, when he stopped me in mid of my tracks and took my hand.

“MC, I know that after all of that you don’t want to … see him or her and I am glad that you are even staying in touch with the rest of us. I feel like we all … weren’t good friends to you, we could have protected you better.”

I saw how his eyes watered and squeezed his hand at that and gave him a small smile. 

“I miss your voice, I miss your laugh MC. What those fans did to you is unforgivable.”

Ah, that is right …  I was bullied by Zen’s fans and … they almost killed me and the result from all that trauma was that I became a selective mute and I could only speak with some people. When I did speak though – I only spoke out a few words, but after some time I couldn’t talk anymore, I just stopped. At times the only one I could speak to was Zen, but after some time, when he started to change I couldn’t even talk to him anymore. He did feel responsible for everything that happened and as I was hospitalised. Zen would often visit me and bring me gifts and talk all about his work and how he missed me, missed … us. 

 Then after a while the visits would stop and I would often just be all alone in that white room. At those times all I had were the thoughts in my head that would slowly make me go insane. One thing that did keep me going was my window. Though it was painful to see the time fly, to see how the world was still moving even after all those horrible things happened to me. But I loved it, I loved how the sky would change in colour, how it would look different at different times in the day.  

As naïve as I was, I would always turn to the door and wait for someone, anyone that I knew to visit me and help me forget all about that time. That horrible time when I tried my hardest not to let Zen know just how much his fans hurt me, how mean they would get and just how mean Jaehee could get. If the rfa member knew just how much nasty things were behind the scenes, would they still claim to love each other? To love me?  

I believed them nonetheless. I was aware of the secrets and the things V hid from everyone, I just didn’t know how big these secrets actually were – so big that it endangered lives. But I loved them, I truly did, each and every one of them. Even if Jahee did those unspeakable things, even if Zen left me, I loved them and this love that I felt for them has only given me more pain. I believed in them, in my lovely members.

The rfa members, just didn’t have the time to visit and I understood. I knew that they would visit if they could, deep inside I knew. At least the ones who knew what happened could have visited. The only one who didn’t know was Yoosung – all of them thought that he would not be able to handle what happened to me. I understood and tried to be strong. But after all that happened and after all that they did to me it still it hurt and I wasn’t as strong as they thought I was. I was slowly crumbling and I was starting to loose myself.

As I gazed at my wrists that held light marks from that time, when I was weak and didn’t find any other way, Yoosung gently took hold of my wrist and kissed it. Ha…Yoosung, after they finally told him what happened he changed. All that anger that he felt for V and the organisation turned to hate, he hated them all. He was so mad at them, for betraying his trust, for letting all of this happen. He only stayed for my sake. He would run to me so many times, it turned to daily visits and he would stay for a long time or I would visit him and watch him play LOLOL. His presence calmed me and I wasn’t as scared. He grew to be taller, stronger and muscular. His shoulders were broader and I felt safer. I looked at him and no matter how much he might have grown I still saw the cutie Yoosung that would always blush at my compliments.

 Even now there was a slight dust of pink on his cheeks. And he spoke up while holding both of my hands; “I would have protected you if I knew, I would try to save you, would try to make the pan go away. I am so sorry that I couldn’t, I am sorry that you are hurting. I wish I was you knight.”

He led me to the couch and wrapped his arms around me and held me, maybe he thought that I was going to cry.

“You can…you can let it out if you want.”

I shook my head, I couldn’t’ cry anymore. All that happened has passed and I even if my life has changed I tried to live on. Zen might have left me, but I still had the comfort of my friends Yoosung and Jumin. Both of them have dedicated their time to visit me and make sure that I was alright.
Just as I thought of Jumin, Yoosung asked me; “Did Jumin visit you lately? How long has it been since he was here?”. I pulled back from the hug and showed him with my finger the number three – signalising that it has been three days. A slow hum escaped Yoosung.

“What about him? Does he ever contact you? Or…?”

I put my finger on his lips and only shook my head and after a long while feeling comfortable to speak up, I opened my mouth and in a hushed voice I said; 

“You are here.” 

He wore a shocked expression on his face, which instantly softened into a warm smile and tears in his eyes he embraced me again, but now stronger and … it felt warmer.

“And here I will stay! I promise to protect you, from now on I will be there!”

I wanted to cherish this sweet moment, feeling warm and safe in the arms of someone who cherished me so much. But this moment would surely pass – for a message was sent from an unknown number on my phone and the only thing it said was; 

“I’m sorry.”

the bus part 2 (Lin Manuel Miranda x reader)

summary : ur on a bus & Lin happens to be on the same one too & u expose ur fangirlness

warnings : maybe cussing¿? embarrassment ,, shipping

pronouns : they/them

a/n : I’m sorry it took so long GUYS !! I’m a bad PERSON & A BAD WRITER!! enjoy

tags : @youtubeandsatan
@favriotefightingfrenchmeme @katkitters

1 ,, 2 ,, next chapter in the works 

you put your head to the window instead of his shoulder, plugging both earphones in and handing him the phone.

“you want to choose something?” you ask, laughing at him fumbling with your phone. the music app was opened up, so he roamed your music library, and found a playlist full of your favorite musical songs. he scrolled down, finding alexander hamilton, and pressed it.

“that’s quite self-indulgent” you comment, then pluck out one earphone and pressed it into Lins hand, beckoning him to use it. he listened to the song with you, and you dramatically lip synced the song, making him smile. you reach for your phone and put one of your songs, (favorite west side story song), and watched a grin break out on his face.

“no way!”

“YES way! I love west side story oh my god!” you laugh. he grins and keeps staring at you, even after the moment is done.

“what is it? Do I have something on my face?” you ask, and Lin shakes his head. you look at him quizzically, and he chuckles.

“you know, you should stop covering that smile of yours, it really is something else.” he pushes some hair out of your face. a blush danced across your face.

“uh- thanks.” you reply, not knowing how to react to such a blatant compliment.

“no problem.” and you two stopped conversing. you felt your eyelids start to droop again, and Lin watched you drift off to sleep. your head fell against the window, but with Lin moving ever so slightly and manipulating his arms, your head now rested on his shoulder. he smiled to himself and played with your hair. it was a long bus ride, but at least he had you with him.

he checked the clock, 4 hours to their destination. he knew you’d wake up in the next hour, which means he had about 3 hours to make a long enough lasting impression that you’d even consider going out with him. maybe he’d buy you coffee on the way back? maybe he’d continue texting you and slow burn his way to your heart? he needed to know where you lived too, in the least creepy way possible. what if you were from England? he didn’t hear it in your voice, but you never know. if you were in New York or San Francisco- that would be enough. he had houses in both areas, because of the huge productions going on between the two. he could move the California house and grow closer to YOU until one day you confess your undying love to him and you both get married and live happily ever after. ok maybe he was taking this a little too far, but he did want at least a chance with you at something.

he felt you begin to stir and looked at you. you were blushing as you realized the position you had fallen into, stuttering an apology before yawning and stretching out.

“how much longer till we reach Millford Sound?” you ask, too lazy to do the math.

“about 2 hours. why? that desperate to get away from me?” he jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“no you dum dum, the rest of my family and tanushka’s are waiting there. they went on an earlier bus.” you reply, redoing your hair and getting your stuff together. you take out your phone and start to scroll through the twitter notifications. little known to Lin, you had quite a large following on twitter. his post urged people to start creating a ship name with the two of you, something spreading to the ends of twitter.

“no way.” you muttered, laughing as you saw some of the posts.

if (shipname) doesn’t float then I’m banishing myself to an island where I will eventually die alone of no human contact nor supplies

y/n & Lin are my new ship and I will die by them

I s2g y/n is already so cute & Lin is a smol they’re made for each other

repeat it with me kids- (shipname) is realer then the tea on d-trump

you showed them to Lin, his eyes widening.

“I guess we have a few shippers on our hands” he says.

“no SHIT captain obvious!” you laugh, then check tumblr. somehow, the ship had spread there too. maybe… the thought went through your head. if he wanted your number, what else could he want? you shook your head, there was no way! how could a fan like you get the most amazing genius on the planet?

(idk should I continue?) (I’ll put in the link to the previous chapter afterwards when I have access to a computer)

Imagine : tom is your teacher , you didn't sleep well the night before so you sleep in class ; only to wake to tom sat watching you with a smile & tea

As you peeked your eyes open slightly you saw some ginger hair move a little before your eyes travel down to see your favourite university professor. Mr.hiddleston . You moved you head up slightly as you shyly smiled “ sorry mr.hiddleston , I must of fallen asleep ” you said worried he would no longer like you ➖➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ “It’s fine (y/n) ” he said as smiled as he took a sip of his tea “ your rather cute when you sleep ” he added as he hand reached out and stroked you check “hmm” he mumbled a little “ yet so tempting ” your heart raised at that . He leaned in a little further and you met his half way with your lips . His lips and your pressed together making tingles of electricity run through your body

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Seokjin Scenario: Call My Name.

Request:  I want a fluff with Seokjin, we are dating, and someday i get sick like all my body hurts and i can’t even study properly and i’m super worried because i’m not doing so great at college but i can’t concentrate because it hurts so Jin comes to take care of me? I want it super fluffy please and thank you!!!

Genre: Fluff / Romance

Normally, you would surely love to have an excuse to do nothing all day, blame your lazy vein, but today wasn’t one of those days and you really needed to be productive but the headache that had been haunting you for the past days was no joke, that toped with what seemed to be the most terrible cold you’d gotten this year and the ridiculous all nighters you’d had to pull off only to come unscathed from your exams was the worst mix ever, you could barely focus your view, let alone keep your voice steady enough so people didn’t think you’d eaten sand paper for breakfast.

You meditated for another while on your bed, you should start to get up, you could at least enjoy a shower even if leaving the cozy warmness of your comforter wasn’t the most attractive idea at the moment, neither the solely idea of moving because you’d tried to do it after waking up and you regretted it right after. It was like someone had driven over you with their car, every single joint and bone hurt, as if you needed it. What you surely needed was to study because your grades weren’t as high as you needed them to be to successfully pass two of your subjects which only served to discourage you and the worry was already taking its tool on you. You sighed frustrated and then coughed roughly, burying yourself beneath your divot some more. Perfect.

– Just ten more minutes… – you whispered to no other than yourself, closing your burning eyes briefly and putting the little energy you had into thinking about a surviving plan for the day with your eyes closed.

Your phone rang and you grumbled, moving to search for the device blindly along your mattress, you squinted your blurry eyes trying to see the caller but it was of no use, so you just picked it up.

–Hello? – you winced at your own voice and how bad it sounded, trying to clear your throat.

–I was about to ask you how were you doing, but I think I got my response already – your boyfriend’s voice felt like heaven sent, you almost wanted to cry only to the sound of it and it was plain ridiculous. Maybe this sickness had already fried all your common sense and logic.

–I’m freaking fantastic – you rasped out, sitting against your pillows and complaining through the whole process.

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Double date? Pt. 2

As the night went on 7:00 turned to 8:00 and 8:00 into 9:00. The restaurant was empty aside from the four of you, laughing and talking the night away. Every so often Shawn’s voice or deep bellowing laugh would make you feel butterflies exploding in your stomach.

“alright I think Tristan and I are going to head back to our place, does that sound good to you Y/N?” Aaliyah said while making her way out of her chair and standing up. “Well then I guess I’ll just walk around town for a bit, I’d like to avoid walking in on anything that you two uh lovebirds have planned” you replied. Aaliyah and Tristan blushed but Shawn laughed loudly considering that he was quite tipsy and didn’t really understand your statement. “ you can come over to my place Y/N” interjected Shawn. “ Yeah we wouldn’t want you wandering around the city late at night alone” added Aaliyah, giving you an obvious wink. “ um yeah sounds good” you replied.

Time alone with Shawn was nice. You talked about uni, tour and other things. He wasn’t like you remembered. Before he became big he was this awkward teenage boy with raging hormones. But now he’s this suave but klutzy kinda adult with less raging hormones.

You kicked a pebble along the sidewalk and Shawn told you about the new album “SM3”, and his fans. “Oh you’d love them, their all so damn intelligent and kind. Sometimes it gets hard to deal with the privacy issue but I mean I’m living my dream so it’s worth it. And I can’t wait to release the new album, it’s amazing if I do say so myself. The vibe is just so fuckin great and I love every single song with everything in me. You should come over sometime and listen to a couple tracks.” Shawn rambled on and on but it was honestly adorable and you loved every minute. The way his hazel eyes lit up at the thought of music and his fans and the life he gets to live.

“ do you uh wanna grab a coffee?” he asked you, snapping your thoughts in half. You realized that you’d been walking for so long that you were in front of the Starbucks, that was a few blocks away from Shawn’s flat. “You want coffee? At 9:40 at night” you asked him with a slight smirk on your lips. “ well I mean not a coffee but like maybe hot tea or decaf” he scrambled quickly for an answer, running his hands through his brown locks. He was absolutely and completely adorable. “Sure yeah” you said as he grabbed the door handle and pushed. “Shawn, you’re supposed to pull” you said laughing. Shawn’s face reddened as he pulled on the door, letting the smell of coffee and the warmth of the shop wash over you. You stepped inside and looked around. Making your way into the line, you felt Shawn close behind you once again. You walked right to the register, and ordered a medium hot tea. Shawn ordered a decaf latte, once your drinks were ready you made your way back outside and onto the street again. The warm tea made you feel fuzzy inside. Well it was either the tea or the perfect boy walking next to you.

The two of you finally reached Shawn’s street. Your tea was almost gone and Shawn had downed his coffee only minutes after receiving the cardboard cup. There was a comfortable silence as you drank the last few sips of tea and threw away your cup. Without the hot tea running through your system, you were cold as hell. An uncontrollable shiver raked through your body as a strong breeze filled the pedestrian barren street. You suddenly felt a strong, warm arm wrap around your shoulders and shoot heat throughout your body. You walked for a bit longer until Shawn’s voice rang out in question “ is this ok, I just noticed you looked cold so…” Shawn asked “no it’s nice and um warmer” you replied looking over at him. Actually it wasn’t nice it was fan-fucking-tastic he’s like a walking fire place, you thought to yourself.

10:15. It was 10:15 when you reached Shawn’s flat. Shawn smoothly opened the door showing the way into a dimly lit penthouse/apartment. Once the lights were fully on you noticed the whole kitchen was very modern and messy in a twenty-year-old-on-his-own-messy-but-acceptable-and-understood kinda way. The living room was very cozy with a big white couch, a few candles and blankets. The view was incredible. Yours and Aaliyah’s apartment didn’t compare. You turned to Shawn finally escaping your trance. “ I love your apartment, it’s very cozy and Shawn-like, I guess, I mean it suits you” you complimented him, looking up to his face. “Thanks, do you uh want anything? Water or snacks, I don’t know.” He replied “ no I’m fine, thanks though” you replied, looking at the knick knacks and awards on his shelfs. You heard rustling behind your back and turned to see Shawn in the living room looking at a tablet stationed on the wall. “Any music preference?” He asked glancing your way “ anything’s good, I like just about all music” you replied softly. Gravity by John Mayer began to play lowly throughout the room’s speakers. “ ah Mayer, always a great choice” you told Shawn whilst slowing swaying around the room “yeah, do you like his music?” He questioned from the enormous couch. “Hell yes, oh my god are you kidding? When you would go on tour, Aaliyah and I would go into your room and listen to your vinyl records. John was always my favorite. Of course I’m sure you didn’t know that fun fact until now huh?” You informed Shawn. “No way, really” Shawn asked standing up from the couch and making his way over to you. You nodded slowly in response. By this time, Slow Dancing In A Burning Room had begun to play. You continued to rhythmically sway until Shawn grabbed your hands and pulled them around his neck as his hands found a perch on your hips, so that the two of you swayed together. You put your head to Shawn’s broad chest and his mouth came down by your ear, humming the song for you to hear. Too soon, Shawn pulled his head away. You looked up at him, finding his soft yet dangerous eyes. His hands came up from your hips to cup your face. The touch sent electricity through your entire body. He leaned down you and his lips connected to yours. You were almost too surprised to respond and kiss back. But you did, luckily you did. The kiss made you wanna scream,(yeah I wanna shout it ouutttt and I hope she hears me nooowwwww) the kiss made you wanna dance and cry and laugh all at once. But you didn’t, you just stood there kissing him back with all you could. Until finally, you came up for air. His soft lips were swollen and you assumed yours were too. He tasted sweet but still savory like maple trees, chocolate and fresh air. And he smelled so good, like burning wood but still clean like laundry. He smelled like a musician though, like old guitars and paper. You were in heaven. Then Shawn’s voice cleared the air “next time we go out with Aaliyah and Tristan let’s make sure it’s a real double date, sounds good eh?”
-I’m baaacccckkkk! Please leave feedback, you can request something if you’d like❤️❤️❤️


Request: Could you do a Newt imagine where the reader is hurt by one of his creatures and Newt has to take care of her and falls in love with her?

⇢  A Newt x Reader work with a bucket of fluff and a sprinkle of Christmas.

(Can I have a pocket-sized Newt to bring with me everywhere?)

(n.) luck that takes the form of finding pleasant things that are not looked for

If someone were to tell you your Christmas Eve would be spent chasing a fidgety Niffler around, your response would have been to grab your wand and Apparate right out of New York.

Alas, there was no warning and you were left to weave through the bustling metropolis in search of a furry thief. Stealing your silver keys was one thing–the perks of being a witch included the nifty unlocking spell–but your grandfather’s wedding ring was a different matter.

It was his parting gift when you left to New York to work for MACUSA and the last present anyone received before he passed. You wore it on a chain around your neck as a makeshift necklace.

“Give me back my ring, you Niffler!” you groaned, wondering how crazy you must appear to the passersby. As the time you spent chasing a creature around the city increased, your frustration grew as well. Then–

“Aha! There you are.” You grinned, thinking you finally cornered him. Amidst the tortuous streets, you spotted the little thief in front of a quaint house.

Almost teasingly, the Niffler stood stock-still, dangling your ring over a worn suitcase. Slightly unnerved, you tried a different approach; you tiptoed toward the said creature.

“Alright, Mister, the fun’s over. Now give it here, please,” you coaxed, placing your hands up in surrender. Once you were a step away, your hands darted out to catch the Niffler and your belongings, only to realize he wasn’t in your grasp. In fact, he was no where to be seen. He escaped. Into the suitcase. “What on earth–”

You peered into the suitcase. Then at your feet. Then at the suitcase again. Then your feet.

After mulling it over for a full five seconds, you decided you’ve done crazier. You follow the Niffler’s lead, stepping into the enchanted suitcase and questioning how your life came to this.

You ascended the ladder only to notice the Niffler, along with your ring, was no where to be found. Instead, you exited the little shelter to find a never-ending sky. For a moment, you forgot why you were down here, or that you were in a suitcase at all, for that matter. The beauty of your surroundings occupied your thoughts.

Letting your feet control your movement, you wandered past the different climates, stopping near a tropical forest. There, you were drawn to a plain chest; it looked out of place compared to the colorful habitat. You opened it to examine little, serpentine creatures gathered around a silver egg.

As you reached out to touch it, you heard a deafening screech and felt a sharp pain in your side. And another one. You looked down to see the color crimson darkening around your wounds. Lightheaded, you walked as far away from the creatures as you could manage and fell on your knees.

Episkey can’t fix this one,” you muttered, attempting to stand back up on your feet.

As you half-walked, half-dragged yourself to the shelter, you heard something that made your spine stiffen.

“Who are you and what is your purpose here?”

You turned around to see a tall, freckled wizard with his wand at the ready, the pesky Niffler scuttling around his feet.

You groaned, applying pressure to your side, the pain becoming unbearable. “Just my luck.”

(n.) an unexpected meeting with someone

Though the suitcase was open, Newt did not expect another person to enter. Much less a witch. A pretty one, at that. And one that so happened to suddenly fall on the ground with a sharp cry.

Dropping his guard, Newt ran over to you. Without question, he guided you to a cushioned divan, lying you down. His eyes wander to your abdomen, stopping at the bleeding bite wounds.

“Oh, Merlin…Don’t move. You’ll be fine–Just fine,” comforted Newt, though he was certain his voice conveyed anything but a soothing timbre.

He paced around, stopping near a table filled with plants and potions. “I’ll just whip something up…”

Vulnera Sanen–” 

“No!” You almost dropped your wand. Newt looked embarrassed by his outburst. “Sorry. It’s just…We don’t know the severity of the wounds. It’d be safest if you didn’t…”

Meekly, you nodded. He went back to creating his simple concoction. “Do tell, do you know what harmed you?”

“Yes. It was–They were…Snake…birds?”

Newt muttered an oath under his breath. “Occamy.”


He gave you a look from his workbench, his head tilting sideways. “Occamys. They’re choranaptyxic creatures from the Far East. Extremely protective of their–”

Newt stopped abruptly when he heard a sharp intake of breath. There you were, attempting to sit, despite his clear warning.

“Pardon me, Miss…” he trailed off. With a flick of his wand, he summoned a damp towel and headed over to you, potion in hand. He glanced at your bloodied shirt. “May I–erm–lift your shirt up?”

Newt took the small squeak you released as a yes. Flushing, he separated your shirt from your sticky wounds, feeling your cool skin against his warm hands.

As he bandaged you, he wondered, “I hate to ask, but, why are you here to begin with?”

Met with no response, Newt glanced at your face to find you sleeping soundly. He wiped the sweat off your forehead and pushed your hair aside.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” he whispered, a small smile on his face, thinking,

Of all the magical suitcases, in all the towns, in all the world, she climbs into mine…

(n.) forces beyond a person’s control that make things happen

The worst part of the day was getting up.

What was even worse was that the instant you sat up, you felt stiff and sore all over.

And then, add the fact that when you wandered out to the unfamiliar kitchen, you saw a shirtless man holding a pan and humming.

Dear Lord, how could I let this happen?

You silently scolded yourself, but continued to examine the man. Or, more specifically, his back. His very shirtless, very freckled, very toned back. You decided you could’ve picked worse.

“You’re awake! Do you feel better?“

Your eyes snapped up to his. “Yeah–I feel alright. I mean…How far did we–Was it–” Recognition dawned on you and you shut up. He was the person who healed your Occamy bites, not a clingy Casanova.

“Pardon?” he asked.

“Nothing. I’m sorry–my brain doesn’t function well until at least an hour of being awake.”

He smiled in amusement and gestured for you to have a seat, setting up two plates of pancakes and fruit. “I made us some breakfast. Or supper. Actually–it’s almost midnight, so I’m not sure what this meal would be classified as. Anyway, I figured you’d wake up any second. Wouldn’t want you to be hungry.”

“Thank you, Mister…” Your voice wavered. You didn’t even know his name.

“Scamander. Newt Scamander,” said he. “Please, call me Newt.”

“Well, Mister Newt Scamander, I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you greeted. “And this place, though very lovely, doesn’t look much like your suitcase. Where are we?”

Newt shrugged his shoulders dismissively. “A flat.”


After a moment’s worth of silence, Newt put his fork down and cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind me asking…Why were you in my case, anyway?”

“Oh!” On instinct, you hand shot up to fiddle with the ring around your neck, only to find that is still wasn’t there. “Your Niffler. He took my grandfather’s ring.” You bit your lip, taking a sudden interest in the table. “I needed to get it back.”

“That’s what this is!” Newt interjected, pulling something out of his pant pocket. The chain was hanging off of his index finger, the ring still intact. “Just as I was about to bring you here, Niffler gave this to me. He’s very drawn to shiny things, that one. It’s very unusual for him to willingly give something up.”

He held it out for you to grab.

“Niffler must really fancy you,” said Newt, beaming.

You were overjoyed. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what I would have done without it,” you said, rubbing the ring between your fingers. You clasped the chain around your neck. “And you healed those bites of mine. Really–How can I repay you?”

“There’s no need. It was no problem, really,” he assured.

“Well, then I must thank that little creature for returning it to me.” You paused. “Though, he did cause me quite a lot of trouble.”

“Trouble?” questioned Newt. “Oh–yes. I’m sorry about that. But, the Occamy are just very protective; they mean no harm. Really. They’re quite friendly once you get to know them. I know they are very sorry–”

“Newt,” you interrupted, “it’s fine. It was my fault, anyway.” You pushed a strawberry around your plate with the end of your fork. “Tell me, Newt, is it really almost Christmas Day?”

“I presume it is actually Christmas Day,” he said. “I guess–Would you like to stay for a cup of tea?”

You gave him a strange look.

“I mean…only if you want,” Newt bumbled. “I know it’s probably abnormal; we just met and you probably have plans–Of course you do. It’s Christmas Day. You’re a pretty lady. You’re probably swamped with plans…But if you’d like to, you could stay. Or not–You don’t have to–”

You laughed. “Newt, I’d love to stay.” You placed your hand on his arm to silence him. “But I have one objection.”

He glanced up at you, nervously.

“A cup of tea?” You shook your head. “It’s Christmas, Mister Scamander! We drink hot chocolate.”

“Blasphemy!” he claimed, though he did look relieved that you agreed to stay. “Tea is the drink of the Holidays. Besides, I’m not much of a hot chocolate fan.”

“How disgraceful,” you tsked. “How in the world did I end up in the house of someone who doesn’t like the Christmas drink?”

“Maybe I just haven’t tried the best hot chocolate.”

“Obviously. You’ve never had mine.”

You looked up from your plate of food to catch a certain wizard staring at you. Newt looked down in an instant, cheeks coloring.

You hummed. “Fate has a funny way of bringing people together.”

Still red, he peeked at you, a smile playing on his face. “Fate. Or a small, mischievous creature.”

Newt gathered the plates and placed them in the sink. As he pulled out the ingredients for hot chocolate, your mind wandered.



“Seeing as it’s Christmas…What’s your favorite holiday moment?”

Now it was his turn to catch you staring. You, however, didn’t look away.

“Difficult question,“ Newt said, hiding a smile. “But this one’s climbing the charts.”

“It was like, in that moment, the whole Universe existed to bring us together.”

Also, yes, my friends, Newt was shirtless throughout the whole last third of the imagine. Because apparently, our little cinnamon roll is a stud muffin. (But really, it’s because I forgot I made him shirtless at all and therefore never clothed him…My bad.)

MASTERLIST (mobile | computer)



What’s My Favorite Color?

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

♪ Yoongi x Reader

♪ Genre: Fluff

♪ Summary: Being an idol’s, not-so-secret and non-Asian girlfriend has a tendency to bring conflict. And Yoongi gets a glimpse of this. But at the end of the day, when you get to hold that man’s hand.. YOUR man’s hand.. And he yours.. It’s completely worth dealing with.


I suppose by openly being a Korean idol’s non-asian girlfriend, I was signing up for torment and ridicule. But openly being the girlfriend of an idol in one of the most popular K-pop groups in the world? I’m begging for it. Yoongi offered to keep it hidden, to play me off as a worker for BigHit. But I told him it would be worse if we were found out rather then open.

I thought I could handle it.

And I can.

The real true ARMYs aren’t the issue, even being American born and obviously not Asian. If anything, they are so supportive purely because they know Yoongi is happy.

It’s the sasaeng fans, aka, the private life fans. The crazies who believe they’re destined to be with their bias. They’re the ones who found my Instagram and DMed me to no end, my Snow account, my Snapchat, even my old ass Facebook that I only use to talk to my parents, all so they could attack me. An old ex-friend even leaked my Skype and Twitter. I had to make fake accounts under a fake alias just to be able to talk to my family and friends back in America. The sasaeng are the ones that will see me in public, and follow me to patronize me, telling me to go back to America and stop taking their men, throw things, grab me and scream at me like I’m the side chick who slept with their man.

But I’ve learned to fight it. I won’t cry or go running to Yoongi. He hardly knows how they are. Even when they broke my headphones. I went a bought new ones that same day with my “sasaeng funds”.

It was a Tuesday, however, when Yoongi finally saw what life was like for me as his girlfriend. We were walking to the studio, he had met me at the train station and slipped into a cafe to get something to drink for us. I chose to stay outside. It was a really nice day for Seoul. Cloudy and cool, the smell of rain in the air. We both had masks on and matching beanies with the Wings album symbol on the front, his bigger-than-me camo jacket I had stolen months prior draped my body. I was looking at my phone, minding myself when some girl recognized me when I pulled my mask down for a moment of air. A simple ARMY, running up and softly muttering to me that she hopes Yoongi is happy with me and wondering if I could chat while she waited for her boyfriend. I obliged as Yoongi was taking forever and a surprise meeting with an idol of hers would’ve made her day, I was sure of it. We had been standing having a nice convo when a simple, innocent “So is Yoongi-oppa a good boyfriend? Husband material?” was overheard by two passing girls and I noticed them coming to a stop out of the corner of my eye.

“Oh… that’s too far into the future. We’re both far too focus on right now to be thinking something as big as marriage!” I began when the two turned towards us.

“Yoongi? As in ‘Bangtan’ Yoongi? Are you ___..?” One asked seeming… accusative.

I nodded. “Yes on both accounts.” I stated rather bluntly stepping forward to block the girl I was speaking to as she stepped back.

“You’re the American bitch who stole him!” The other snapped. I shrugged lazily. She wasn’t wrong. The man was steal. How I got him, Lord only knows.

They looked at the girl I was speaking to and I stepped in front of her.

“You know it all…! Why don’t you break up with him? There’s no way he’d marry you, his parents are Korean they want him to be with a Korean not some foreigner who knows nothing about him-”

“What’s my favorite color?” I heard him behind me and I jumped turning to him. “Yoon-” I began but he handed me my green tea latte to hush me, which I took, his eyes remaining on them. “What. Is my favorite. Color.” He asked, or rather stated, to the two sasaengs again.

“Yoongi-Oppa! Why are you with her!? She’s American and not even that pretty-” she started but Yoongi sighed, pulling his mask down to take a sip of his coffee glancing at me. “____….what’s my favorite color?” He asked smoothly while looking at them. I answered without thinking and a slight pink flushed my ears. I never thought about what I’d do or what would happen if Yoongi was ever present when these things happened. And in all honesty, I was a little embarrassed he had to go through this with me, as if he never would. He smiled at me and took my hand, twining out fingers together and watching them.

“Where was I born?”

“The Buk district of Daegu.”

“Why did I come to Seoul?”

“To be a producer, not an idol.”

“How do I take my tea when we’re at the studio?” I laughed.

“You don’t. You only really drink coffee with three sugars and a water bottle.”

“What was the first thing I bought you?”

“This beanie.”

“Do I like mackerel?”

“More than you like me sometimes.” He raised an eyebrow at me and shook his head. The sasaeng fans were practically steaming, obviously not know half that I knew. So to rub the dirt in I looked at them and took in a deep breath.

“He loves Holly, but has walked past her to hug me when I surprised him with his family after being away on promotion. He stays at the studio till 4am some nights, and loves when I come by with Chinese and peyjo. He could eat nothing but skewers for a year and still want more and Jungkook would join you with no invite. Sometimes I swear you’re cheating on me with Hobi-oppa and Jungkook-ssi. You hate when I get out of bed before you the nights I stay over and you can’t stand it when I take Jungkook to school with Jin because ‘that’s not my job, my job is to keep the bed warm’. You love mochi ice cream and surprise pecks on the cheek. As much as you resist, you’re so ok with me playing with your hair while you work. You always make sure your phone is charged so I can play games on it when I’m bored. You meet me outside of work whenever you can, and never nag at me when I get a little lipstick or foundation on your hands by accident. And most importantly, no matter how late, or how tired, or how long of a trip it was… you always call to make sure I made it home and to say goodnight.” At some point I shifted from looking to them and talking about him to looking at him and talking to him. He liked this. And he squeezed my hand and looked back at them.

“She knows more about me than you ever will. And I love her for her, not for anything else. I could care less that she’s American and so could my parents. So you really have no argument. So could you not patronize and attack my girlfriend?” at this they ran away, and I had nearly forgotten the girl behind me till I heard a small “ahhhh” of awe behind me and I turned with Yoongi and smiled to her.

“Sorry. Yoongi, this is Myeong. She’s a good ARMY who kept me company while you took forever.” I playfully nudged and he let go to shake her hand and nod at her. “Ah, thank you for keeping her company. Sorry you had to witness that…” He said and she shook her head and held her phone up. “M-may I take your picture? The two of you? I just… I’m so inspired by you two I hope me and my boyfriend will one day be like you two.” I nodded, being fine with it and Yoongi shrugged with a nod. I hugged his arm and twined our fingers again and smiled, my eyes showing my love for him as I grinned happily at her camera and she nodded, thanking us profusely before her date ran up next to her and nodded with envy, the two of us departing hand in hand.

Once we arrived at the studio he calmly closed the door and I slid into his rolling chair a little too hard and rolled into the wall making him chuckle with that signature gummy grin making a slight appearance. It was silent as I licked my hand of the latte that had sort of spilled in that moment and he never stopped staring at me.

“What..?” I asked feeling butterflies as he smiled simply at me.

“I love you.” He quietly spoke and I bit my lip and grinned, holding the cup at my lips as I swiveled slightly.

“I know… I love you too.”

“I know.”

BlackPink Reaction #15 - Their girlfriend is sick and they take care of them

anon asked: Blackpink members reacting to their gf being sick and taking care of them? Thx thx

Jennie: She would try to act cute to help you feel better! Expect lots of aegyo when you’re feeling your worst, and lots of hot cups of tea + soup heading your way! She would even go to your favorite restaurant to get your fav food just so you’d feel better too!

Originally posted by blxkpink

Jisoo: I feel like she’d be super motherly. But in an odd way? xD If that makes sense.

“Aww babe you’re sick?? Okay! Remember to never sleep with the fan plugged in and the door closed, and stay covered up! But don’t wear socks with the covers on! Ohh I’ll bring you your favorite soup from that place you like too! Wait, put your hand on your forehead since I’m not there to do it for you. Do you think you feel warm???? Oh no you do have a fever? OK!! I’ll be right there!!!”

Originally posted by queenjisoo

Rose: -you would be jennie on a normal day, always being cutsey with her because I feel she’s that type, BUT-

“Jagiya you’re sick?!? Wah~ I’m on my way over right now! I’m going to make my love feel all better~”

She then brings you flowers, chocolates, and food that probably isn’t the best for when you’re sick but all she could think to do was to bring your favorite things to you because she knows they make you happy and she wants you to be happy and be better ASAP

Originally posted by yeowangs

Lisa: She’s kind of afraid to get sick even though she wants to look after you. She’ll be there for you bringing you ice packs for your forehead and tylenol when your fever gets to high, but she does it all while wearing a face mask and refusing to kiss you until you’re better!

She still tries to be cute for you though to convince you to take your medicine when you need to

“Look~ It tastes gross sure, but once you’re better I’ll give you lots of kisses again~”

Originally posted by black-pink-lisa-stuff

A/N: Here you go anon~ I hope you liked it!!

Vomit and Burns (Host Club AU Jonghyun) Pt7

Originally posted by smoldinopup

Type: Angst Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You were amazed by the marble stairs into the large manor in the first place. Jonghyun occupied this home with just himself and the few workers that lived there full time to take care of him. His fingers linked with yours as he began giving you the tour of his home. You felt bad for him. He was a child on Christmas to have a guest over even if it was for a few hours. The long dining table rarely even had one person sitting at it. He spent all of his time upstairs alone. He showed you the gorgeous backyard before he tugged you upstairs.

“This is the library” he spoke not even really letting you peak in before he pulled you to his room. “This isy place to stay” he hummed as he lead you to the large bedroom he spent his days stored in. “The chef is making two of what I normally eat today for us” he says as hesat you down at the small two seat table in front of the window. “I sit here and stare out for hours” he hummed as a knock on the door happened and a maid rushed in carrying a tray of tea and biscuits sitting them on the table. “Sugar and honey” he said to pointing to the cup in front of you.


You sat quietly as Jonghyun drank from his tea. “So um. How’d you like it?” he asked as you cleared your throat. “What? Um moist and rather long” you respond about the kiss “I was talking the tour but I’m now hoping moist and long is good” he comments. You looked down and heard the chair slide before hands touched your shoulders. “Come here” he says as he helps you stand up. He tugged you towards his bed before he sat you down onto it. “I didn’t want to force you to lay down but come lay down” he says landing on the other side of the bed on the pillows.

You laid down onto the bed and instantly sunk into the mattress “you must sleep nicely” you say as he nods against the pillow as you two look at one another. “Its nice to share some times” he says with a large smile as you closed your eyes. Jonghyun scooted over as he raised his hand slightly before he rested it lightly onto your side making you jump. “Thanks for today” he says as you looked confused. He scooted closer allowing your noses to brush together “are my lips still tempting?“ he jokes as you went to shove him but he simply grabbed your hand.

“I know I’m confusing and not forth going with my words but I did say with honesty I don’t kiss for no reason” he says as his tea scent breath fanned over your face before he leaned in more. His lips pressed into yours as he pulled back. “Do you like it?” he asked as you gave an unsure look. Liking him could end in hell at school, his parents, and your parents would never leave you alone but the fool was rather charming when he needed to be. “Hey don’t space too much” he said “you’re hard to ignore” you tell him. “Good or bad?” he asked. “I guess good” you say to him as he smiled “Y/N” he teased in a drawn out tone “I want a real answer” he says as he turned and laid onto his back “was it good like you liked it or good like it could have been way worse?” he asked “why does it matter?” you whined “because it lets me know if I can kiss you again” he told you as you simply stared at him. 

You simply laid there in silence for 20 minutes before he turned to see you fast a sleep. He sighed he had one more large smile on his face. After a few more minutes his body had a arm wrapped around him before you cuddled close to him.”I think you really like me” he whispered before he rested his head against the top of your head. “I didn’t think I could like someone who threw up bright orange all over my pants” he continues “but here you are in my bed sleeping on me and I couldn’t be more happy” he finished as he sighed letting his eyes close and you two decided to take a nap together.  

anonymous asked:

Please don't regard this as Troll as this is an honest question I've had for some time and I actually do like Romione for to the dynamics caused by their personalities. However I noticed that a number of Romione shippers seem to be physically attracted to Ron, so I'm wondering, do you think Romione would be as popular if Ron had been described as less physically appealing? More specifically, as way shorter (shorter than Hermione), as his height seems to be what is brought up by Ron fans a lot.

Mornin’ Anon. There’s tea in the kitchen along with coffee.

To be candid, I might be the only Romione writer (and I could be very wrong) who isn’t physically attracted to Ron. I gave up tall and painfully thin back in the dark ages. I now prefer them shorter and built (or like my hubs, a little fluffy.)

Alas… There are many who are physically attracted to him. I, on the other hand, appreciate qualities he has, such as loyalty, honor, integrity, a certain determination to make things right, even at personal cost, and willing to stand up for his family and friends, even against his own family.

You broach on a good point, in pointing out some of his physical characteristics.

They might have been less… enthusiastic… in writing particular parts of his anatomy… *grin* and rendered him differently if he were, say, 5′5″ and built like a fire hydrant instead of 6′2″-ish (1.70 // 1.90)

But since most of the corner of our writing niche have him anywhere from 1.87 - 1.93m, and Hermione (1.6-1.65), he’s rendered accordingly.

But then, if you notice, there are some groups who don’t appreciate Ron at all, writing him as being OOC for who he is, and magnifying some of his characteristics to make their ship work. *shrug*

Regardless, I’d writing him no matter the physical, because of who he is under the skin, and his redeeming qualities. That’s why I like Ron.