and she was so terrified about not being heard

Dear Evan Hansen in Hogwarts AU (headcanons!!)

(takes place in an “OOPS CONNOR IS ALIVE” au!)

•Jared gets placed in Ravenclaw mainly because of his computer skills and because it’s also a house that holds people who are, well, unique

•Alana is in Slytherin for her determination and ambition, despite wanting to be in Ravenclaw because she’s convinced all the smart people HAVE to be there

•Zoe, tough and independent Zoe Murphy, gets put in Hufflepuff and while everyone else is floored she isn’t the least bit surprised

•Connor gets put in Ravenclaw because again it’s a house that welcomes people who are considered weird or out of the ordinary and we all know Connor has been considered a “freak” by so many people after the second grade printer incident

•And Evan Hansen—the anxious, reserved Evan Hansen—goes to Gryffindor. And everyone goes INSANE. You can even hear Jared from the front of the Ravenclaw table yell “wHAT THE FUCK?” before promptly getting whacked on the head by Connor.

•Alana is absolutely terrified of all the other Slytherins at first because of all the stories she’s heard about Slytherin being a bad house and stuff like that and because of that has trouble settling in

•But then one Slytherin girl befriends her and she realizes that Slytherin isn’t too bad of a house and she starts getting more comfortable with everyone

•Connor and Jared are absolutely pissed to be in the same house and they can’t stand each other and constantly annoy the other Ravenclaws by their bickering

•Jared is a muggleborn

•Alana and the Murphy siblings are pureblood

•Evan is a halfblood

•Evan finds out that the reason why his dad left him and Heidi when he was younger was because it wasn’t safe for a wizard like him to be out in the muggle world anymore and he had to leave Evan with Heidi because it was safer for him to be away from them

•And he has incredible trouble coping with this and actually takes it against his dad for some time before coming to terms with it

•Zoe is surprisingly taken as a beater for Quidditch

•And he would never admit it but Connor comes to watch every game Zoe’s in

•Connor also watches Zoe’s every single move in Quidditch and will literally murder anyone who even just almost hurts her

•Meanwhile Jared’s a Keeper, and he especially likes Quidditch because “the Quaffle looks like a huge bathbomb, what can be more awesome than that?”

•Alana keeps track of the scores and announces what’s going on and actually got paid once by Connor to focus ONLY on Zoe and what’s happening to her during a Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor match

•Connor was seriously also ready to beat Jared up after he accidentally injured Zoe


•During classes, Evan absolutely loves Herbology and is quite obviously the teacher’s favorite as he knows all about any type of magical plant

•Because of this he’s barely afraid of the whomping willow as well

•Which, of course, amazes everyone because the whomping willow is basically like a tree from the depths of hell

•Connor also does incredibly well at Defense Against the Dark Arts and just blows everyone away after acing practically every homework, test, lesson and essay there is to the class

•Alana is a huge Potions nerd, and she loves measuring and computing for all the ingredients needed to make a certain concoction and she always stays up late in the Slytherin common room with that one good friend she has trying to figure out how to do a certain tricky potion

•Jared, meanwhile, amazes everyone at Transfiguration. He even somehow learned how to turn into a mouse within his first year

•However he wasn’t very lucky when Connor transformed into a cat and started chasing him in rat form

•He got injured with claw marks all over his body in human form and had to go to Evan to get some healing herbs applied to his wounds

•"That hurts, Evan.“ “Sorry, just bear with it for a little longer please.” “It burns like the fires of hell.” “How do you know what the fires of hell feel like?” “Hansen, I’m the insanely cool Jared Kleinman. I’ve been through hell and back and still managed to look dashing and I still maintain my awesomeness.”

(More hogwarts au headcanons coming soon, maybe even for other musicals. Submit some to me if you have your own. Also feel free to leave an ask recommending which musical I should make hogwarts aus out of. I’m cool with anything as long as I’m into it)

Deamus (Headcannons)

If Deamus is what you want, then it’s Deamus you shall get!

(Posting separately from the ask)

•Dean and Seamus didn’t meet on the train; oh no. That would be too easy. They actually met when Seamus almost plowed Dean down with his trolley in his rush to get to the platform. After a huge apology and Dean SWEARING ON HIS LIFE that he is okay, the two get on the platform together and find themselves sticking to each other.

They sit in the same train compartment and Dean asks a million questions about the wizarding world, and about Hogwarts. Seamus answers them as well as he can, but he himself doesn’t know too much about Hogwarts since his mum didn’t talk about it much at home in front of his father.

•When they get to the boats, they of course go the the most crowded one (as you do), and end up with Seamus pretty much in Dean’s lap.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah…” *wheezes* “I’m fine everything’s okay yup”

•When Dean is going up to the sorting hat he accidentally trips and falls. Seamus runs to his aid (not on the stage yet) and says that he accidentally pushed him. Dean looks back at him gratefully and then walks the rest of the way on stage and is sorted into Gryffindor.

Seamus is the one who claps the loudest.

•From that day on they’re inseparable; some say that they’re even closer than Harry and Ron (and eventually Hermione as well). They do absolutely everything together, and all is well for their first year. (Save for some minor Seamus explosions and an argument about whether football is relevant)

•During the summer of their first year, Seamus’s father asks him whether he got a girlfriend or fancied anyone, and Seamus realized that really the only person he really noticed was Dean. And that terrifies him because in his house, being gay or bi or anything other than straight is considered sinful and punishable. (And Seamus knew about punishments)

On the other hand Dean’s mom heard so many good things about Seamus, and wanted so badly to meet him. She didn’t find it odd at all that the only friend her son would talk about was this Seamus fellow, and occasionally that he shared a dorm and is friends with Harry Potter, (after he explained who exactly Harry Potter is).

•In third year when the Gryffindors are going against the boggart, Seamus is terrified that the boggart will turn into Dean dead on the ground, or into his father finding out he has feelings for another boy.

•In fourth year, when the Triwizard tournament rolled around and the age restriction was put in place, Seamus kept trying to think of ways to sneak his name into the Goblet of Fire. At one point, Dean actually had to tackle Seamus in the Great Hall at 3am (because of course he followed his best friend, even though it could’ve gotten them into enormous trouble) and sat on his chest, pinning him down, and holding his arms above his head until he stopped struggling.

“Get off me!”

“Not until you calm down. You’re gonna get us caught!”

“You didn’t have to follow me!”

“Of course I did!”

Eventually Seamus calms down, but Dean still doesn’t get off. Instead, he finds himself frozen, hovering over his best friend and just thinking

‘Merlin, I want to kiss him’

But he doesn’t; he gets up and Seamus takes an exaggerated gulp of air.

“Merlin, finally! It felt like a giant was sitting on my chest.”

He half smiles, propped up on his elbows. Dean just rolls his eyes (though his heart is going crazy) and offers a hand, which Seamus takes and pulls himself up. Once he’s on his feet though, he doesn’t let go of Dean’s hand.

•At the Yule Ball, both boys and bored of their dates before the first dance has even ended (all they do is make eyes at the Durmstrang lot!). Not long after they find themselves dancing with each other, laughing and and being ridiculous, as usual.

Then a slow song comes on, and they find themselves in a sea of couples; many of the boys with their hands a bit too low. Dean smiles awkwardly and offers his hand.

“May I have this dance, my good sir?”

Seamus laughs a bit and takes it, putting his other hand on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean’s is on his waist. They find themselves getting closer together than friends probably should be, until-

“Fuck it”

And Seamus presses their lips together, if only for a second. He pulls away and Dean is staring at him with wide eyes, and a smile on his face.

•In 5th year, Seamus comes back from summer break with a black eye and bruises all over. When Dean asks what happened Seamus just turns away, mutters something about a broom, and walks over to Neville, leaving Dean confused. Seamus is more hostile than usual, going off at Harry and snapping at everyone who tries to help him, especially Dean.

For the rest of the year, Seamus doesn’t make any unnecessary physical contact with Dean, who is feeling pretty hurt at this point.

With Umbridge around, the war impending, O.W.Ls, and the D.A, they hardly have any time to themselves.

Dean is left confused and heartbroken when Seamus tells him that last year was a mistake and that they should just be friends.

•The next year Dean is determined to get over Seamus and starts dating Ginny. She tries to make things work, but Dean really only wants to be with Seamus. (Who is literally dying a little inside whenever Ginny leans in for a kiss)

•When Dumbledore dies, everyone knows that it’s the start of something terrible. Seamus persuades Dean to run, even though it hurts him more than anything.

•All of seventh year, through the beatings and the curses and just the Carrows, all Seamus finds himself able to worry about is Dean.

Had he been captured?

Was he even still alive?

The dorm was more than half empty every night when he went to sleep; just himself and Neville remained. Sometimes in the middle of the night, he would look over at Dean’s bed and cry because he may have lost the one person who truly loved him; all because he couldn’t stand up to his father. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell Dean that he came out to his family.

Meanwhile, the entire time that Dean was on the run or trapped in Malfoy Manor, all he could think about was Seamus and how he had to live to see him again.

•They met during the battle of Hogwarts because Dean decided he wanted to fight, and war be damned they kissed right in the middle of the courtyard.

“I’m so sorry-”

“Not the time, Seamus.”

•Seamus went back to Ireland after that year and having lived through a war, he marched up to his father with Dean at his side.

“This is Dean. My best friend.” He turned around and kissed his boyfriend. “And my boyfriend.”

His father was mad beyond belief but Seamus just casually pointed his wand at him.

“I just lived through a war. If you think you scare me anymore, you can think again.” And he walked away, hand in hand with Dean.

•Just Deamus, please and thank you

Simply Beautiful

Super Junior Heechul

Summary : You are very sensitive and shy so all the members don’t want him to be with you because they think he will hurt you so he tries to prove that the love is real and hurting you is the last thing on his mind

Word Count 3,943

You worked part time at SM Entertainment as you were finishing up your last year of high school. You just got coffee for the higher ups and made sure all the files were put away and cared for correctly. You weren’t some big hit, just a student. You never got to meet any of the idols, you were kinda glad though, because you were too shy for any meeting to go well. When out were younger you used to have a hand constantly in your moms back pocket and would hide anytime someone would look at you. You grew out of the physical shyness but never mentally.

You recently graduated and were in a meeting with your boss, discussing a full time position. “Y/N, you’ve been such a great addition hear at SM and I would like to offer you a full time position” Originally you were going to decline and stick with your part time because you had to go to college, but then he added more. “If you accept this offer, we will pay for you to attend the classes that our trainees and idols go to. You will graduate with a degree that will not be any different than one you could get at Yonsei University. You may not think you do much now, but the higher-ups and myself included see potential and don’t want you to slip away. With this promotion we will put you with one of our more popular bands so you can learn the ropes of a manager. You will be able to shadow the different people involved and find out the aspects of the job. What do you think? I will give you some time by yourself and if you need to sleep on it, just let me know” With that your boss slid over the contract and politely left the room, closing the door on the way out. You twirled a pen around in your hand as you weighed your options. College was expensive and you’d be paid to go and you have job security in the field you want to go into. On the other hand, you would have to work through college without the ‘college experience’ you would be stuck here for the foreseeable future. You leaned back in your chair and looked up at the ceiling. You didn’t see yourself moving anytime soon, your family was close by and college parties weren’t really your seen. You reached a decision and was about to sign the paperwork when the door opened

“Excuse me Mr. Pa~ Oh sorry, I thought the Office was empty” You quickly scribbled out your signature

“I’m sorry, I’m done in here. Enjoy your day” you bowed, kept your head down and quickly left the office. You made a bee line for the bathroom. A place where you were alone, away from prying eyes and judgements. You quickly closed the stall door and sat down

“Seriously Y/N Enjoy your day? Who says that? You couldn’t even look them in the eye and practically ran out of the office. Ugh, Why do I have to be like this. Why can’t I be like everyone else” you scolded yourself “I didn’t even look at his face. He could have been an idol for all I know” your voice trailed off while you were trying to piece together the identity of the man. He did sound familiar…You gasped when you made your realization. Heechul. Super Junior’s Kim Heechul. You put your head in your hands. Not only did you embarrass yourself in front of someone, it was a famous someone. You just hoped he wouldn’t remember. I mean what was there to remember? You weren’t particular striking in any way. You just weren’t memorable. You pulled yourself together and left the bathroom. You quickly checked yourself in the mirror. You put a few flyaways behind your ear and straightened your shirt. You took a deep breath and left, going to find your boss to discuss in detail what will follow with your new job. You didn’t want to go to his office first, just in case Heechul was still there. You knew it was probably the first place you should’ve gone to, seeing that it was your bosses office, but you just couldn’t bring your self to go quite yet. You made your way to the break room, bowing as people passed. You opened the door and looked in to find it empty. You tried some other common areas, but with no such luck. You knew that you had to go to his office. As you were walking back you silently prayed that he would be alone. You arrived and knocked lightly on the door, unsure if he heard you or not.

“Come in” you heard him call. You opened the door hesitantly and walked in to see that it was empty of visitors. You bowed and greeted him and breathed a sigh of relief. “Ahh Y/N, Thank you so much for taking the position. Trust me you will feel at home here and won’t regret this.” You smiled at him

“Thank you for the offer, I’m very gracious for this opportunity and I will work very hard”

“I’m sure you will” he looked down at his watch. “It’s getting late, Why don’t you go home and tomorrow morning we can go over in detail what you will be doing”

“Okay Sir, I will see you tomorrow” You bowed and left. You were headed towards the elevator when you heard laughing. You looked down the hallway to see Heechul and Leeteuk walking together. You moved behind a wall so they couldn’t see you and waited for them to pass

“It was so awkward, I didn’t know what to do” you heard Heechul say.

You froze when you heard him talking about your encounter. You waited until they passed to go down the same hallway. You couldn’t shake the feeling from you the whole ride home. You didn’t know why you were so sensitive to what other people thought, but you were and there wasn’t anything you could do except for replay it over and over in your head.

You were laying in bed, tired of thinking about it. You just wanted your clear your mind and go to sleep. You turned on your tv for background noise until you fell asleep, but it didn’t come as easily as you thought. You tossed and turned for hours until you finally fell into a light sleep that was awakened all too early by your blaring alarm. You reached over and hit your phone a few times before finally getting it to stop. You rolled off and trudged into the bathroom, getting ready for your day. The cold shower helped you wake up and wash away any concerns you had about your new job. You were over what happened with Heechul and just wanted to start over, a new day.

You met your boss in his office to see another manager there. She was only maybe 5 years older than you, but you’ve seen her with some of the biggest SM groups. “Y/N, this is Yoo Haewon. She will be the manager you will shadow for the time being” You bowed and greeted her

“It’s very nice to meet you” she said

“It’s very nice to meet you as well, I’m looking forward to working with you” she dipped her head and turned to your boss

“I’ve got some last minute things to finish up and then I’ll be ready. Just send her my way when you are done” and with that she left. You walked over and sat down.

“Okay, Y/N. You know what mangers here at SM do right?” you nodded your head. “Good, then that’s a big explanation that I don’t have to give you. Haewon is one of our best and she’s around your age so it should be very comfortable for you. Basically, you will watch and do everything she does and when we feel you’re ready you will be manage your own group. Do you have any questions?” he asked

“Yes Sir if you don’t mind me asking, What group does she work with?”
“Oh I apologize for leaving that out. Haewon manages Super Junior. If you don’t have any other questions, you can begin work” he gave you directions to where she’d be.

“Of course” you thought, “Just my luck” You met Haewon outside the dance studio. You could here ‘Magic’ playing and continuous counting. You figured the choreographer was in there with them.

“Hello Y/N” you bowed at her greeting. You felt as if you were always bowing, you were terrified of offending someone so you were always being over formal. “You don’t have to bow so deep! We are not that far apart you can just call me unni. So the boys are just about to finish dance practice and then we can go in and introduce you.” She seemed have an upbeat personality, but not so bubbly where it makes you want to crawl in a hole. Just then you heard the the music end and your palms got sweaty. Meeting a large group of people was definitely not your forte, especially international stars. Haewon noticed and tried to relax you. “Don’t worry Y/N, they’re very kind and accepting. You’ll be fine, you have nothing to worry about.” You appreciated her attempt, but it didn’t really help to calm you down, especially after hearing what Heechul had to say about your little ‘meeting’. The door opened and a dance teacher walked out. Haewon walked in and you followed. You walked in to see a group of sweaty men drinking water and some messing around with each other. You spotted Heechul in the corner of the room, talking with Leeteuk

“Gosh, they must be inseparable” you thought. Haewon began to speak

“Hello everyone! This is Y/N. She will be shadowing me for the time being, just until she understands what is needed to be done. Then she will be given her own group to manage. Why don’t you tell them a little bit about yourself” you bowed deeply to your seniors

“Hello, My name is Y/N. I recently graduated and I am excited to be working with you” you received a chorus of greetings from the members as Haewon took over. She was going over the schedules for the next couple weeks. You stood slightly behind her and observed. All the members were spread out in the room. Some were by the water, filling their bottles. And others were splayed out on the couch. You got to Heechul and your eyes connected. Out of habit you immediately looked down. Why was he looking at you? Did you have something on your face? Was something wrong with your clothes? You looked down and everything seemed to be in order. You looked up and he was turned to look at Leeteuk. You’ve never been in a proper relationship, you were too awkward when someone tried to flirt with you and you couldn’t put your shyness away for long enough to be with someone. You didn’t realize you were blushing. You mentally slapped yourself.

“What are you doing Y/N” you thought “He’s an idol and you’re, well you. He would never go for someone as shy and sensitive as you.” You shook the thoughts from your head, focusing on Haewon’s words.

“Alright, so I will go take care of those small details” she turned to look at you “And Y/N can stay here an you can get to know each other” She bowed and left. The members bowed back and then It was just you and them. Luckily the youngest, Kyuhyun was quick to involve you in conversation. You made idle small talk and then you felt you were being watched. You tried to casually look behind you, but you didn’t know how noticeable it was. You turned to see Heechul staring at you, again. You immediately turned back to Kyuhyun and the few other members that gathered around to hear you. You hoped you were wearing enough makeup to cover up the fact you were blushing. After about an hours worth of sideway glances at Heechul, Haewon came through the door

“How is everything going?” she asked. This time Kyuhyun answered

“Very well, we are excited to be working with Y/N” you hoped he was telling the truth. In fact, during that short meeting you felt at home with the boys. They didn’t make you feel awkward like other people did and you felt yourself becoming more comfortable, but nothing would get rid of the frightened part in your heart that comes from being shy.


You’ve been working with Super Junior members for about a month at this point and despite your personality, you’ve become close with all of them. Especially Kyuhyun, because you were closer to his age than anyone else and Heechul and Leeteuk, because you and Heechul were drawn together from the start and Leeteuk came as a package deal. You weren’t sure how to classify your relationship with Heechul. You weren’t together, but you were more than friends. The boys one by one slowly figured out how shy you were, you weren’t sure how, but you could tell in their actions. They never seemed to invite you out unless it was just them or a few other people. You were grateful for that. You were on your way to their dorm to hand out individual schedules. You knocked on the door and Yesung answered.

“Y/N! Come on in, everyone should be out in a second.” he said. You walked in and sat on the couch. You were closer with them than most managers and their groups, but that was probably because you were younger than most. Yesung went to go get everyone else when Heechul and Leeteuk walked in and went straight to the kitchen, oblivious to your presence.

“I like her though Hyung. I’m not going to hurt her” you heard Heechul say. You wondered who they were talking about, but then you realize it was none of your business. You got up to head into the kitchen, wanting to let them know that they weren’t alone. That is until he continued.

“You don’t know that. Yesung and Ryeowook agree with me and everyone else probably does too” Leeteuk replied

“Why do you think that. Am I a malicious person?”

“No of course not Heechul, but you know how she can be. You’ve seen how shy she is even though she tries to hide it. We just don’t want her to get hurt”

“But I think I love her” you wanted to leave, or tell them that you were there, but you were too intrigued and your feet stayed glued to the ground

“You think you love her?”

“No. I know I love her. I love Y/N” you gasped and they both stopped talking. You wanted to move, hide yourself, but it was to late. Heechul peered his head around the corner and his jaw dropped

“Who is it~” Leeteuk asked, but his eyes got wide when he saw you. The first thing you thought to do was apologize

“I’~ I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hear. I was~ I was just hear to drop off the schedules. Ye~Yesung told me to wait and~ and everyone should be back soon” you stuttered out. You started to get nervous and really anxious. Almost to the point of tears, you hated moments like this. Heechul noticed your state and you were the only thing on his mind. He ran over and wrapped you in his arms

“Shh, Shh Y/N, everything’s going to be okay” Heechul brought his hand to the back of your head, desperate to calm you down. You took several deep breaths trying to even out your breathing. You thought this situation was inappropriate for your job, but you felt so secure in his arms, you just let him hold you. Leeteuk left you two alone, much to his disapproval. He wasn’t trying to keep you apart, he just wanted to keep you safe. Your breathing finally went back to somewhat normal and Heechul pulled away and looked into your eyes.
“So how much of that did you hear? he smiled down at you, uneasiness on his face. You looked up at him

“All of it” you said quietly. Heechul sighed in relief.

“I guess I don’t have to tell you then” he said trying to lighten up the mood. You laughed awkwardly, unsure of what to say. “I want you to know that I will never hurt you, regardless of what everyone else thinks” he brought his hand up to cup your face and brought you closer “I love you and care about you and your happiness is everything to me”

“I love you too, but your band members disapprove.” you countered

“Let me worry about them. I’ll just have to prove how much I love you” he said with a smirk. Your phone buzzed and it was Haewon, wondering where you were. You were lucky enough to be able to keep this from her for the time being. You knew she would disapprove as well. You would just have to wait until you get moved from working with Super Junior

“I have to go! I’m late for a meeting. I’m so sorry to leave like this” You pulled out the schedules and handed them to him “The names are on the top, if you have any questions call me, sorry for not being able to go over it with all of you” and with that you grabbed your bag and ran out the door. You’ve never made Haewon wait on you and you weren’t going to start today. Heechul was still frozen from the whirlwind that just happened. He set the papers down on the counter and went into his room.


The next week continued like the one before and the one before that. You fell into a rhythm working with Haewon and Super Junior. There was something special this week. You had a guardian angel watching over you. Heechul brought you little gifts and left them on your desk. Whether it be coffee on a long day or flowers to remind you of how much he loved you. This day was one of those days. You walked into your office to see a bouquet of all your favorite flowers. You smiled down at the handwritten card

I love you now and forever

You grabbed your vase and walked into the lounge room to fill it up with water with a stupid smile on your face. You were walking back when your coworker accidentally bumped into you. The water going onto you and him. Although it was technically you fault you still rapidly apologized. You felt bad and looked for napkins or a towel, anything to give him. You didn’t know he had an explosive personality when he got upset, but you wish you did

“Are you serious?!” he shouted “Who do you think you are? You’re just a child. You don’t deserve to be here.” He was about to go on until you saw Heechul walking down the hallway towards you. Your coworker turned to follow your gaze and when he saw the idol he bowed and changed his demeanor. It was disgusting to see someone change so quickly, to be so fake. He mumbled some excuse and slipped away. He walked over to you and started to shrug of his jacket, but you stopped him

“I can’t wear your jacket, people will see and Haewon unni doesn’t know yet” he didn’t want to leave you like you were, but he didn’t have a choice. You went back to fill the vase up and he went back to the studio, promising to call later. Little did you know Leeteuk and Ryeowook had seen the whole thing and their ‘Heechul will hurt her defense’ was slowly crumbling. They had only one thing to do and that was to let Heechul date who he wanted. You walked back into your office to find your Boss waiting for you, admiring your flowers with a file in his hand. It’s times like this where you’re glad Heechul doesn’t sign his name. He turned around

“Ah Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see. Listen there’s something I want to talk to you about” he said as he sat down in the chair across from your desk. You put the vase down and sat down in your chair, nervous about what this conversation will entail. “I’ve been talking to Haewon about your time with Super Junior and might I say she says some very nice things. Your work ethic is excellent and she says your great with the members. She thinks that you understand everything and are ready to have your own group.” You inwardly breath a sign of relief, glad that your secret is still safe. He slid the file over to you. “This is the band that will debut very soon and I would like you to be in charge”

“Thank you so much, I will not let you down.” He left your office as you sat back down to open the file. Not only were you going to be an SM Manager, but there would be nothing regarding work stopping you and Heechul from being together“Hmm NCT” you thought.


You were on your way home from work when your phone began to ring.

“Hello?” you answered
“Jagi, its me. I’ve got some great news to tell you” said Heechul

“Oh oppa! I do too”

“Really? Let’s meet at the usual place, I want to tell you in person”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. I love you”

“I love you too” with that he hung up and you made your way to the Han river.


You saw Heechul sitting on a bench with his jacket draped over the back. You walked over to him, barely able to contain your excitement. You covered his eyes with your hands.

“Guess who?” you asked

“Hmmm… Leeteuk?” He answered. You both laughed. Sometimes you worried that he loved that boy more that you. You walked around to sit on the bench and he put his arm around you

“What did you want to tell me?” you asked, turning to face him

“Leeteuk came up to me today, shortly after I saw you” you looked at him, worried which was this will go. “Long story short, he and the guys support us!” You reached over and hugged him. The last obstacle of your relationship had been cleared. “Don’t get too excited, you are still our manager” you pulled away from him

“Well, that’s what I wanted to tell you” You saw his eyes light up. “My boss came into my office and gave me a different group to manage. I am no longer a manager of Super Junior!” Heechul crashed his lips against yours, feeling finally free to do so. It wasn’t a romantic slow kiss that everyone dreams their first one will be, but it was filled with just as much love

Neville Longbottom would have done well in Hufflepuff

Hatstalls, from Pottermore: “In Neville’s case, the Hat was determined to place him in Gryffindor: Neville, intimidated by that house’s reputation for bravery, requested a placing in Hufflepuff. Their silent wrangling resulted in triumph for the Hat.”

But what if it hadn’t?

First Year

Imagine 11-year-old Neville Longbottom being cheered on and instantly welcomed by a table full of yellow-clad Hufflepuffs.

Imagine the Sorting Hat vindicating his belief in loyalty and friendship, and not intimidating him with Gryffindor’s reputation for bravery.

Imagine his housemates telling him how cool his toad Trevor is, or helping him up after he falls off his broomstick.

Imagine one of the older Hufflepuffs reminding him to go back to his room to grab his robe as soon as his Remembrall starts to glow red.

Second Year

Imagine 12-year-old Neville Longbottom being part of a group of best friends, instead of duos, like Harry and Ron, or Seamus and Dean.

Imagine him never sitting lonely in his bed, hoping that the other Gryffindor boys would include him in their conversations.

Imagine them visiting Justin Finch-Fletchley in the Hospital Wing, sharing stories about their day, and trying to find ways to keep him feeling included.

Imagine the rest of them walking around Hogwarts together, guarding each other from whatever was petrifying students in the hallways, and not feeling scared as long as they had each other.

Third Year

Imagine 13-year-old Neville Longbottom feeling sick around the Dementors, and his housemates sneaking into the kitchens to steal him some chocolate.

Imagine them standing up to Snape on his behalf.

Imagine them convincing him that one teacher’s contempt had nothing to do with who he was as a person.

Imagine his Boggart being a memory of his parents instead of Severus Snape, and his housemates giving him the support he needs to open up about Bellatrix Lestrange.

Imagine him not feeling as though he needs to hide his past in order to seem brave.

Fourth Year

Imagine 14-year-old Neville Longbottom looking up to Cedric Diggory as an example of Hufflepuffs being not only loyal, but also courageous and strong.

Imagine his housemates suggesting that he and Hannah Abbott attend the Yule Ball together, and Hannah saying it would be fun.

Imagine them cheering on Cedric together, and supporting one another after he dies.

Fifth Year

Imagine 15-year-old Neville Longbottom joining the DA, and befriending Harry as an equal rather than the sad, lonely boy from his dorm room.

Imagine Neville becoming better at spells, and his housemates not reacting to it in shock, but rather commending him on his hard work.

Imagine Neville standing up to Umbridge, not because he wants to impress the other Gryffindors, but because the way she treats students isn’t fair.

Imagine Susan Bones healing his hand with a Murtlap Essence after he’d spent an evening writing lines with Harry Potter, the two of them learning together what it means to be a martyr.

Imagine Hannah Abbott going to St. Mungo’s with him, and Neville introducing her to his grandparents as his girlfriend.

Imagine his mother giving Hannah a gum wrapper.

Imagine Neville not feeling alone and embarrassed when Harry, Ron, and Hermione find him there.

Sixth Year

Imagine 16-year-old Neville Longbottom feeling terrified after Bellatrix Lestrange escapes from Azkaban, and Ernie Macmillan threatening to tear her apart her if she dares come anywhere near Hogwarts.

Imagine Ernie helping his classmates to study for the NEWTs, and Neville getting the best grades of his life.

Imagine Neville being invited to join the Slug Club and turning it down because he didn’t need that kind of vindication.

Imagine him inviting Luna to hang out with the rest of his housemates, and the group of them eating candies from the kitchens while Luna tells amazing stories about creatures they’ve never heard of before.

Imagine Neville feeling so included that he’s empowered to make his friends from other Houses feel the same way.

Seventh Year

Imagine 17-year-old Neville Longbottom staying at Hogwarts and protecting the other students from the Carrows, not because he’s one of the few Gryffindors left to lead them, but because he’s the student most prepared and willing to do so.

Imagine him after having found his courage years earlier, and using it not to prove he was worthy of his house name, but to help those those that he cared about.

Imagine him defeating Nagini with a Venemous Tentacula instead of Gryffindor’s sword, leaving that for Ginny Weasley- and opportunity for her to reclaim the identity stolen by Tom Riddle’s abuse in her first year.

Seventh Year (Again)

Imagine Harry Potter telling Neville about the prophecy, and Neville feeling rightfully wronged that no one ever told him, but comfortable enough in his own skin to accept that he mattered anyway.

Life After Hogwarts

Imagine Neville Longbottom maintaining a friendship with his Head of House, Pomona Sprout, and her offering him her job after retirement. Imagine him taking care of all the kids sorted into Hufflepuff, and teaching them that it isn’t “the boring House”, but rather a place where they can take time to nurture their skills, and more importantly, their values. 

Imagine the most frightening thing Neville ever does being his proposal to Hannah Abbott, and her laughing as she accepts.

Imagine them getting married in a magical garden.

Imagine their pride in their children getting sorted into whichever House they feel most comfortable in.

Neville Longbottom became a true Gryffindor, but imagine all the years he could have felt accepted into the House of his choice, Hufflepuff. Imagine him skipping all of those years of feeling inadequate, and making friends that accepted him from the very start. Imagine Neville Longbottom doing very well in Hufflepuff. Can you?

I Trust You

Request: Request for Teenage Clark maybe? Like the reader is new and is just kinda like “he’s a loner and people think he is weird…….I'ma be his friend 😊😀” and she sticks up for Clark and stuff?? Just like complete fluff and flustered clark??Also the other Clark fic was awesome!!!! Have a nice day!!

Word count: 1746

Characters/Pairing: young!Clark Kent x Reader, Clark Kent x Reader

A/N: I’ve had this request for a while now, so I thought maybe it wasn’t too late to post it. Anyway, not my best work but I hope you all enjoy it.

This work was beta’d by the awesome @lovethosewhoarentreal and @kpkarlee

First day of school…

It’s not that bad, Y/N. Come on, you can do this, you have to do this. You’re strong enough, you will survive this day… surely no one has died for going to a new school… not in the first day at least. Oh, God no, don’t think about dying. Don’t. That’s an awful idea. You can totally survive this, you know? This isn’t the first time being in a new school… but then again, you were just 3 years old the last time you changed. No, don’t think of that. Be optimistic. This is going to end soon. Before you know it, you will be back in the safety of the car returning to the warm and comfortable bed that won’t ever judge you… maybe a bit more emotionally scarred, but such is life.

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If I could physically record shit with my brain I fucking would ‘fiction doesnt impact reality’ my ass

If I could count for u the amount of times I hear people calling gay men rapists or pedophiles becuz ‘that’s what’s on tv!’ 'If it’s not tru why do so many people write about it!’

If I could drag u by ur nostrils to listen to my grandad go on and on about how all Muslims are terriost becuz he saw white house down or some bullshit

If I could literally make u watch white people justifying racism by using fictional black characters

If u could see all stigma surrounding mental illness and the simple fact my own mother won’t let me get a psych evaluation just cuz she’s scared I’ll suddenly turn into a mass murderer or shoot up a school becuz she watches horror movies like split

Like if I could physically drag u make u sit down and hold ur eyes open for u as u see how americans are brainwashed by propaganda and im not talking about WW1-2 im talking about shows and movies where being a soldier is so kickass and ur a hero and no one dies if I could tell u how many Americans are terrified of communism without even knowing what it is becuz of propaganda

If I could show u how many murders are inspired by fictional shit some girls stabbed someone over slender man and have u never heard the catcher in the rye murders

Brady Skjei- First time

Request:  Could you please do a Brady Skjei smut where it’s the reader’s first time, and she is really nervous because she has never like the idea of being that vulnerable to someone, and she’s also scared of it hurting too much, but he is really gentle with her and makes sure she is okay with everything that is happening?

Author’s note: I’m so sorry this is three days late!

Warnings: Sex, cussing

Up next: William Nylander

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you write a kuroo/tsukki/ushiwaka imagine where they go meet her parents and they're super nice and everything goes really well and (maybe it ends with a little nsfw 😏😏) thank youuuu

Sorry for the single - and late - update! Trying to keep up with school while coming off my break and dealing with my habit of procrastination!

But this is really cute, I always enjoy meeting the parents situations!


“Parents love me, it’ll be fine,” Kuroo spoke confidently despite his hands nervously gripping at the cuffs of his button down shirt. He had been adjusting his clothing since the moment they left her apartment to head for her parents home. And while he truly believed everything was going to be okay in the long run, he was just as terrified about meeting two of the most important people in her life. He really didn’t know what he’d do without their blessing.

While she had been less fidgety, she had been no less anxious, which had translated into a disruptive sleep pattern for the last week: both of them suffered for it. “You haven’t met my parents then,” the mutter left her lips without the intention of being heard, but Kuroo smiled at them as he stopped her halfway up to the front door so he could look at her.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he gave a small chuckle, his hand rising to lift her chin in the slightest, “I got this.” Their mouths fell together then, quickly finding their familiar rhythm as his fingers dug into the locks of her hair. Yup, this was the booster he needed before he–

“[First Name]?” the voice was that of a man’s and since no one else lived in the home behind him but her parents, Kuroo assumed it was her father that had just caught them making out on his front patio.

Very good start.

Turning quickly, Kuroo threw on as charming a smile he could muster after being caught in the act as his hand reached out to the man. “Hello, sir, Kuroo Tetsurou,” he introduced, voice coming across louder than he originally intended.

While his hand remained alone in midair a second longer than necessary, Kuroo was glad to receive a cordial handshake followed by a gesture to come inside. Turning back to her, he gave a wide grin and a thumbs up to accompany it.

He’d make sure this night went well.

It was not going well.

Not only had he screwed before even really meeting them, but he continued to mess up through the entire evening. Tsukishima had spoken too much, apparently, and in turn of trying to correct it, had been too silent it was borderline disrespectful. He didn’t know how to tip toe his way through and out of this situation. And it didn’t help that her father was staring down the hand she had placed on his thigh disapprovingly - which would end just as badly as everything else if he kept it in place of made her move it.

God, what had originally convinced him that this would go well?

“And you’ll be joining us again, won’t you, Tsukishima?” the question had caught him off guard, his gaze rising to her mother who smiled brightly at him. Despite the spilling of sticky soda all over the carpet she still wanted her to bring him back with her.

His mouth opened but no sound came out right away, his gaze moving to her next to him when he felt her fingers lacing with his own. “Uh, of course,” he answered then, eyes returning to her parents, a small smile touching at his lips. Because he did want to come back. He did want to be a part of their family.

Ushijima still tried to wrap his mind around how the evening had actually gone as they drove back to her place, his eyes straight ahead with her hand resting on his thigh, thumb stroking casually. It had gone well, more than well with both parents expressing their desire to see him again soon. And really, it was a stress off his shoulders knowing that he didn’t have to worry about her parents not approving of him.

Though it definitely was an achievement, he hadn’t anticipated the award that he was to get the moment he parked the car in the driveway. Her seatbelt was unbuckled quickly and she closed the space between them to sloppily slot their mouths together. Ushijima’s reaction was kick, his hand rising to tangle into her hair and deepen their kiss, unquestionably helping her as she maneuvered over the center counsel to settle into his lap.

His fingers pressed into the flesh of her thigh, wasting no time in traveling up the skin underneath her skirt. Where he expected to run into the fabric of her panties, he found simply more skin, producing a growl from his throat as he nipped at her lip. She gave a laugh, hips shifting closer to his, her arms draping over his shoulders and around the seat of the car.

Little more needed to be said between them. She was grateful for him taking the time to meet her family and he was happy just to have them like him from a first impression; what more reason did they need to remove only what was needed in that limited space for their bodies to join? With her face pressed against his neck and his hands pulling her hips to his with every thrust, they knew just how blessed they each were to be in each other embrace. And with each bliss invoked sigh or ecstasy produced groan that came from them, they knew they would continue to be.

Keep You Safe

She was clinging to him in her sleep, her hands wringing the back of his shirt. Eisuke took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her shampoo. 

‘If you ever get tired of me, don’t ask Soryu to dispose of me,’ she said jokingly. ‘And I’m terrified of being sold at the auctions again, so not that either! Just slip something in my drink. I want to be dead before I can feel any pain.’

She was grinning at him then, but Eisuke didn’t appreciate dark humour when it was about her.

Because he knew.

He knew she was scared. Of his power. Of the stories she heard about other people in his position, other businessmen, who had the money and means to get away with murder.

He had never done anything to make her feel scared- not that he was aware of. But sometimes some gruesome story of abuse linked to Soryu’s rival gangs would come up, and she would catch wind of it.

Baba had told him that some commoners were terrified of the power of the elite- the bourgeois, and rumours would always circulate in their circles, disgusting and terrifying them at the same time.

And he could see the distrust in her sometimes.

Most of the time, it was directed towards other people around him. But sometimes- very seldom- she would realise the difference between them, and a sad smile would fall on her lips.

Eisuke took another deep breath and held on to her tighter. He was meant to protect her. That was what he had vowed to do on their wedding day. And if she couldn’t feel safe in his presence- what was the point then, of everything he did?

She stirred, and Eisuke pecked her forehead in an attempt to lull her back into the land of sleep.
I’m going to keep you safe, he repeated to himself, pressing her chest to his, hoping his words would reach her somehow. Tomorrow, when you wake up, I’ll do my best to explain myself. I’ve never done it before, so I hope you’ll be patient, my love.

Great Team - Rafael Barba, Ft. Olivia Benson

P/n: I know that this is a similar theme to a previous lil thang called “Mistake”, but after I wrote that, I envisioned something totally different, so I guess in a way, this is a rewrite.

Rafael Barba x Reader, Ft. Olivia Benson

Summary: Rafael’s insecurities and fears are displaced onto you when the squad is dealing with a psychopathic serial killer.

“Think of those women, lying in the bags of garbage… Think of what you took from them and look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the slightest bit.” She snarled, jaw clenched at the deranged gleam in his eyes.

“I don’t… really… care…” He manically laughed in between.

If she wasn’t pulsing with anger, she would have felt chills running up her spine. The dim lighting in the interrogation room, with the combination of the small window, it looked creepy. A little part of her held onto the hope that he would acknowledge the heinous crime he had committed, that he knew it was wrong. This trait of hers was one she struggled to get rid of. If she didn’t, she would be left disappointed every single time.

The perp nonchalantly shrugged when her glare scrutinized his response. She couldn’t believe she even had a tiny speck of hope for the man sitting before her. He was clearly a psychopath. The look on his face frightened her, but she could never admit it. His eyes had a reflection of light from the overhead light hanging between them. Her stomach churned with disgust from the distasteful grin on his face. She was in utter disbelief that the man before her could make light of the countless murders. Not only that, but to hold onto information that would give families some closure.

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(Requested by lovelykensley)  (Part 1 of this imagine here) (Part 2 of this imagine here) (Part 3 of this imagine here) (Part 4 of this imagine here) (Part 5 of this imagine here) (Part 6 of this imaginehere) (Part 7 of this imagine here) (Part 8 of this imagine here) (Part 9 of this imagine here) (Part 10 of this imagine hereAgain the timeline of this is a bit odd, remember they’re all tagged in the order they’ve been written so it’s a bit all over the place. Also this is BEFORE the baby is born.

You needed to get away from Caius.

The two of you decided to have the baby and you found yourself rather happy with the decision. Of course then you realized you had to do something that made the blood in your veins turn to ice.

You had to tell your parents.

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anonymous asked:

Bechloe - strangers, I love those

Bechloe - ‘Strangers’

So here was the thing. Chloe loved Beca. Like, REALLY loved her. Was SO DAMN in love with her that rarely a minute went by in her day when she didn’t think about the petite brunette. It had always been that way, ever since she’d met her almost three years ago at the activities fair. She’d been in her senior year. Beca had been in her freshman year. She’d persuaded her (or more like pursued her) into joining The Barden Bellas. And since then they’d kinda always had this connection that they shared with no other member of the Bellas.

Towards the end of Beca’s Sophomore year Chloe had decided to do something about their unaddressed sexual tension. It was going to be make or break. She’d tell Beca how she felt and if Beca reciprocated those feelings then she’d conveniently fail Russian Lit for the second time and spend the next year dating Beca and continuing to help her Captain the Bellas. If Beca didn’t reciprocate then she’d simply pass the final Russian Lit paper that really HAD been very easy last time she’d purposely failed it, and graduate and…well, move on with her life.

But the latter option hadn’t been necessary. Chloe had found Beca sat in her bedroom one day and Chloe had simply told the petite brunette that she didn’t want to make things awkward between them but that she liked her more than a friend and if she wanted them to be more than friends then that was great but if she didn’t she got it and she promised that they’d just get on with their lives as usual. But Beca had cut her off with a hard passionate kiss and the rest was history.

But now Chloe stood on the stage before a large crowd, surrounded by the Bellas and her girlfriend, at the final of the ICCA’s. Beca held up their trophy proudly as the audience stood to clap and cheer. And all Chloe wanted to do was pull her girlfriend into a tight embrace and kiss her hard, like they always did within the sanctuary of the Bellas house back at Barden. But she couldn’t. They couldn’t. Because in the audience stood Beca’s Dad and Step-Mom. And Beca had nervously asked Chloe on the journey up to New York if she’d mind if they just acted like they didn’t really know each other when they were around her parents. Just for the one night.

Chloe would’ve been lying if she hadn’t felt hurt by the request. After all, her own parents were in the audience, thrilled as always that their youngest child was still making waves within her collegiate acapella group. They knew that she and Beca were dating, and had done since Chloe had brought her home for a couple of weeks over Christmas break. The Beale’s adored Beca almost as much as Chloe did. And Beca adored them. But Beca still struggled to find a way of telling her Dad.

After the show the Bellas dashed to their large dressing room, eagerly awaiting the arrivals of their respective parents. To Chloe’s disappointment, Beca had simply given her a quick peck on the lips, mumbled that they wouldn’t be apart for long, that she loved her, then moved over to the other side of the room to wait for her Dad and Step-Mom to arrive. The Mitchell’s were surprisingly the first ones to appear, pottering over to Beca, the petite brunette giving each of them an awkward hug. Because Beca hated giving hugs. Unless it was Chloe. She LOVED hugging Chloe.

Speaking of hugs, Chloe looked from her girlfriend to the door just as her parents stepped in and dashed over to their daughter with broad beaming smiles, enveloping her in a huge tight hug.

“Oh sweetheart well done!! We’re SO proud of you!” Mrs Beale gushed as she planted a kiss on top of her only daughter’s head.

Mr Beale, who had put his arms around both of them to tighten the hug, kissed his daughter on the cheek, “Way to smash it Twinkle!” He said proudly.

If there was one thing The Beale’s were, it was supportive. And loving. And affectionate. And encouraging. That was why Chloe had had no hesitation in telling them that she had started dating that quiet awkward alt-girl who had replaced Aubrey as Captain of The Bellas. They’d been surprised, but ultimately happy that their daughter was happy being with Beca.

The Beale’s, however, had noticed that Beca wasn’t stood with them. They’d been keen to see her, having enjoyed her company over the Christmas break and seeing how besotted she was with their daughter and vice/versa.

Chloe noticed her father look up and around the room. His eyes lit up as he saw Beca over the other side. To Chloe’s horror she watched as her father let out a loud “aha!” then proceeded to stride over to The Mitchell’s.

“Daddy no!” Chloe called out but it was too late. Mr Beale had already said hello, in true, bubbly, confident Beale style.

Chloe’s heart was hammering away as she raced over to try to control the situation, to hopefully guide the conversation so her father didn’t give the game away. But as she arrived at the group, her mother by her side, she could see Beca turning beetroot red.

“Jerry,” Mr Beale said in a jolly voice, his hand outstretched towards Beca’s Dad, while the man looked somewhat confused as to why the stranger was so keen, “Jerry Beale. I’m Chloe’s Dad.”

Chloe cringed as she watched the two men shake hands.

“Cal…” Mr Mitchell said cautiously, “I’m Beca’s Dad.”

“Ha!” Jerry said with a broad smile, clapping the man on the back which seemed to make Cal jump. Beca’s Dad clearly couldn’t see why Jerry was being so chummy. “Look at this. You and I finally meeting!”

Jerry was evidently thrilled to be meeting Beca’s parents. Beca’s parents were evidently confused by the enthusiasm of Jerry. And both Beca and Chloe were evidently terrified about what would happen next.

“How’s that?” Cal asked curiously.

Fortunately Jerry hadn’t heard what the man had said, having motioned to his wife instead, “This is Chloe’s Mom, my wife, Sue.”

Sue Beale gave a little nod, her smile beaming as broadly as her husband’s, clearly as thrilled to be meeting Beca’s parents as he was.

“This is Sheila…” Cal said slowly, still trying to work out if The Beale’s were really just very enthusiastic people or if there was a reason why they were acting this way specifically towards them, “My wife, Beca’s Step-Mom.” And it was Sheila’s turn to give a little nod, her expression matching that of her husband’s. The Mitchell’s were renowned for being quite reserved until they got to know people properly. Right now, they DIDN’T know The Beale’s.

Chloe was holding her breath without realising, looking from her parents to Beca’s parents and back again. She looked to Beca who had an expression on her face as though she wanted to curl up into a little ball and die. Anything would be easier than having her father find out about her dating another woman.

“So Sheila, Jerry and I were talking on the drive up here and we thought it’d be nice if the six of us all went to dinner together while we’re here in New York?” Sue said kindly to Sheila, who furrowed her brow slightly while she looked at her husband.

Chloe wanted the ground to eat her up. If she’d have bet on anyone putting their foot in it and accidentally telling The Mitchell’s that Chloe and Beca were dating, she would’ve bet on her father doing it, not her mother!

“The six of us?” Sheila asked.

“Yes, me and Jerry, you and Cal, Chloe and Beca.” Sue said as she counted the names out on her fingers as she said them.


“Well we ARE all practically family now!” Jerry bellowed with a chuckle, clapping Cal Mitchell on the back again, and Chloe brought a hand to her face as she groaned. There it was. She would’ve won some money had she actually bet on it. Because her Dad was on the cusp of revealing all.

“I’m sorry, have I missed something?” Cal asked Jerry with a confused expression.

“With our daughter’s dating each other it sort of makes us family, right?” Jerry said with another loud chuckle, nudging Cal with his elbow and giving his daughter a wink. But Chloe’s stomach flipped as she looked quickly from her father’s beaming face to her girlfriend who had thrown her face into her hands.

“They’re…what?” Cal Mitchell asked in shock, looking immediately at his own daughter who was peering at him from beyond her fingers.

“Ah…did…was I not supposed to say anything?” Jerry asked in a slightly quieter tone, the smile having dropped from his face.

“Not really, Daddy…” Chloe replied quietly with a gentle shake of the head. She looked nervously at her girlfriend’s father who was looking from Beca to Chloe and back again as though trying to get his head around this announcement.

“Beca is this…true?” Cal Mitchell asked his daughter seriously, and Beca brought her hands to her side with a sigh.

“Yeeeeaah…Yes…Yes it’s true…I’m dating Chloe…Me and Chloe are dating.”

And a hushed silence fell over the six adults. Mr Mitchell trying to understand the information he’d just been given. The others waiting with baited breath for his reaction.

“Alright then.” Cal said finally and Chloe thought she was going to be sick her stomach had raced so fast during the time they’d been waiting for his response. She was shocked at how calm the man seemed as he raised his eyebrows at his daughter’s reaction. Because Beca had simply spluttered out a loud “What?!”

“Alright then. You’re dating Chloe. She’s dating you. It makes sense.”

“You’re not mad?” Beca asked as a smile began to creep onto her face.

“It’s your life Beca. I can’t dictate to you how to live it. Lord knows I’ve tried in the past, but I know it’s not right to. So if this is who you are, if this is the direction you’re wanting your life to go in, if dating Chloe makes you happy, then alright.”

Chloe could feel tears welling up in her eyes, the relief so overwhelming. But clearly not as overwhelming for her as it was for her girlfriend who suddenly dove forward and grabbed her father around the waist, hugging him tight.

“Thank you.” Beca said with a loud exhale, and her father simply patted her on the back with a smile. Beca stepped away from Cal, but went to stand beside Chloe instead. Both sets of parents smiled as they watched their respective daughter’s entwine hands, looking at each other adoringly.

“Well come on then. Looks like we’ve got a big family dinner to go to.” Cal said cheerily, and Jerry let out a loud ‘Ha!’ of joy, clapping Mr Mitchell on the back for a third time. This time Cal didn’t flinch, and instead smiled.

And as Chloe and Beca made their way out of the dressing room, their father’s chatting to one another, their mother’s chatting to one another, Chloe squeezed her girlfriend’s hand excitably. And Beca pulled them to a halt, turning to face the redhead.

Chloe expected Beca to say something. But the brunette didn’t, and instead grinned at her, then pulled her in for a deep kiss.

The signs as IVE known them

Saw this floating around the horoscope tags and decided to do one of my own. Disclaimer this is the signs as actual people I have known and does not account for the behavior and personality of the signs as a group.

Signs as I’ve known them:

ARIES: Homestuck, anime, world of war craft. Glasses. Short red hair. Goofy jokes. Feminist as fuck. No seriously don’t fuck with the angry feminist. Pan sexual. Open minded. Lover of all things cats. Odd little British southern cinnamon roll. Ramen noodles, toast, cheese, coffee. Baking is life, not a hobby. Art, creativity, so smart but doesn’t see it. So sweet but will stand up for what’s right. Doc martins.

TAURUS: Good food, healthy while also being comfort food. Cheesecake with berries and pecans. Nature walks with her golden retriever mix. Bedding so fluffy it’s like you’re sinking into a cloud. Painting the walls earthy Gemtone colors. Paintings everywhere, art studio with a glass wall looking out over the backyard. Champagne blonde curly hair pulled up into a messy bun,tan skin. Green tea and Panera bread when we’re on the go. Incense burning in the living room. Knows all the celebrities. Friends with George Clooney. Getting me autographs the entire time I was growing up.

SCORPIO: opinionated. Never wrong. Overly confident. Mustang convertible. Pink everything. Spoiled af. Pasta all the pasta,Olive Garden fuck me up. No seriously, what’s a vegetable? Mani-pedi’s every week. Hot tub Sunday’s. Traveling. Christian when it’s convenient for her. Harry Potter. Twilight. Basic bitch, but still hella cute. Cali life. Superstitious. Terrified of ghosts. Biology major. Goal orientated. Self centered. You either love her or hate her, there is no in between, and she couldn’t care less either way.

SAGITTARIUS: prayer beads. Incense. Messy unkempt curls. Thick beard full of tufts of cotton from work. Blue eyes. Goofy smile. Weird sense of humor. So incredibly intelligent. Bollywood movies.

LIBRA: Blonde hair, amber eyes that are warm and mesmerizing. McChickens only mayonnaise. Country music and pretty little liars marathons. Talking about boys and being set up with one of her cute friends. BEST LAUGH I’ve ever heard. Inside jokes. Sister like bond that is unbreakable. Always having each other’s back, even if they’re wrong. Being there for each other through heart ache and abuse. Understanding each other like no one else could. Cigarettes and bonfires. Staying out all night, lying to your parents about where you are. Riding around in a jeep going no where in particular, windows down, hair blowing in the wind, freedom. Best friend. Soul mate. Platonic love of my life.

VIRGO: Road trips filled with loud music, LAUGHTER, Taco Bell quesadillas EXTRA SAUCE and sun drop, lots of sun drop. Staying up late at night dying each other’s hair and making art with oil pastels. Matching tattoos. Getting ready for a party, trading clothes, throwing them on the floor until you find the right outfit. Waking up late extremely late and rushing out the door in a hurry. Unwashed hair pulled up in a ponytail. Sitting in the bathroom floor In front of a mini heater playing with her makeup and talking to her while she showers. Ice skating with a hangover. Cats. A strong love for all animals. Hookah. smoking for the first time in a cold attic, making jokes and laughing til our stomachs hurt. Shady house parties in basements. First girl I ever kissed. Rise against. Being close and sharing everything, having someone you can be 100% real with,just yourself, no facade.

Opinions, lots of them. Stubborn as FUCK. Sharp tongue, soft heart. Passionate about everything, music, politics, art, cinema. Captivating smiles, Green eyes lighting up when they’re talking. Wanting to share their hobbies and passions with you. Sending you music, making you playlists. Loves all music. Crying during movies. Love for sci-fi. Love for human kind. Chips for dinner. Lemonade vodka and strong bow. Toboggans (as he calls them) through all seasons. Love poems. Snuggles and talks about aliens and conspiracy theories. So soo intelligent. A smile that could stop your heart.

Very studious. Smart. Glasses. UFC.
Mustache. Funny. Red hot chili peppers. New shoes. Principled. Phlebotomist. Football. Coffee obsessed.

CAPRICORN: Tiny human. So fake. Will stab you in the back for a French fry. Spoiled brat. Disrespectful to her parents. Queen bitch. Pop music. New car every 6months. New boyfriend every 3.. OMG IM SO
FAT. Weighs 100 lbs soaking wet. Dog lover. Cat lover. Great Britney Spears impression. Gave her rabbit chocolate one time. Thinks she invented steak and eggs for breakfast.

CANCER: I don’t think I know a cancer????

Football. Long black hair. Stories on Native American culture. The Grateful Dead stickers on an old dresser. Reptiles. The smell of weed lingering on his Tshirt. Playing golden eye in the living room. Dinner consisting of beef jerky, Doritos, snickers and dr.pepper.

GEMINI: Marlboro reds. Curly brown hair. Deep brown eyes. Broken nose. Heath ledger doppelgänger. Perfect teeth. Led Zeppelin. Skate board shoes. Foster kid. Nick names. Has a cat named kitty mow mow. Promise ring after 3 months. Very troubled. Compassionate. Loves deeply. Secret tattoos. Protective. Possessive. Red.
Hoodies. Awful friends. Video games.

anonymous asked:

I hope this isn't too personal but would you mind sharing a bit about how you got over social anxiety/how you faked being outgoing?

All through middle school I had really terrible social anxiety. Like even talking to my immediate family made me nervous, and leaving the house terrified me because 1) I was scared to talk to people and 2) I was scared to not talk to people and be thought of as rude. While I was going through this, my mom told me that she had gone through the same sort of thing, so she just pretended to be outgoing. I thought it was the dumbest advice I had ever heard, but I was miserable all the time so I had to try something

Growing up, I was in lots of school plays and skits and I enjoyed acting, so I came up with a sort of character to play. She was Abby 2.0: we had the same interests, but the “new me” was super outgoing. She loved talking to people. Small talk was her jam. She was the kind of person that you loved talking to because she was so kind and always complimented your hair. (I’m pretty sure I modeled this after some fictional character, but this was about 8 years ago so I don’t remember who). 

So, I come up with this “character” and whenever I was in public I would try to act how she would act. When people would talk to me, I would really make a point to listen and to come up with things to ask them about, things to compliment them on, etc. And it was so hard at first, but the fact that I told myself I was acting took the pressure off a bit. Like if I said something dumb, I wouldn’t have to worry because “I” wasn’t the one who had said it, it was just acting. It was like the difference between reading a passage from a book in class and reading something you wrote; it’s still a little scary, but the pressure’s off because if it sounds dumb it’s not like you’re the one with the dumb idea. 

It sounds totally crazy, and at times it felt totally crazy, but after a while it worked. Something finally clicked that I don’t think would have had I never just forced myself to essentially fake it. It definitely wasn’t easy, and it was really really scary at times but somehow it worked. It just became second nature, and now I consider myself to be a genuinely outgoing person. That’s not to say that I don’t still get those butterflies before going into a place that I know I’ll have to talk to new people, but now I know that I’m capable making small talk with just about anyone. So, if you’re struggling with social anxiety it’s certainly worth a shot. Hope that made sense!

My first english fic ever!

So… this is kind of a big deal to me even if it was made in such a short time. Some of you (don’t actually know who she es talking to) know that english is not my first language and it’s not being a problem (almost) when it comes to read but oh boy don’t let my start about how many time I have been crying because I couldn’t explain all my feelings to an author about their fic. It really kill me sometime and I’m so sorry!! (That’s why I use gifs too) (a lot)

Anyway, I decided I was going to write my first fic entirely in english because @raendown, @mouseymightymarvellous and @itslulu42 are beautiful and they encourage me to. Lulu was kind and gave me a prompt from Mouse’s list so… here it is… my beautiful monster :D

“I think I made a mistake” were the last words Kakashi could hear from one of the ninjas who were currently facing the grown and totally knocked off. Right beside him, standing triumphant and with a pretty smirk she used every time she got to punch an asshole, was Sakura. 

The copy nin knew she should be feeling pretty proud of herself and even if he have nothing but kind words for her in his heart and his mind he also liked to be a dick and tease her a little. So he decides to just walk by the men, actually stepping on one of them. – “Me thinks it’s not polite to get distracted with other men when you are on a date.” – He said casually grapping his arm around her waist.

He couldn’t really blame those ninja. Sakura looked nothing like a lethal weapon with that pretty green sundress of her and the pink hair but she was.

Oh yes she was.

And those men just got to learn it the difficult way.

They weren’t even their target. Actually didn’t have a target. They were on vacation and spending all the time they could together. That was why she was missing her hitae-ate just like him. But really, getting out of nowhere shouting something about taking her as a hostage while running from ANBU and yelling her to shut the fuck up was not the best way to get to know his girlfriend.

“Sorry” – He heard her saying against his masked lips.

“I know how you can made up on me” – It was Sakura’s idea that they didn’t get to use ninjutsu, taijutsu or genjutso on their dates. They needed to rest from being ninja, she said. So watching her display her power after two weeks of being almost civilian was making funny things down his belly. – “I’m both terrified and aroused right now.”

We was going to take her home now, they could date around Konoha all day tomorrow if she wanted to, but know he needed her to be only his. He was going to but apparently they weren’t alone… again.

- Who the fuck did this?! – A growl came from the woods. He surely looked like one of the group, maybe just to slow to catch up but even so he manages to escape from ANBU like the others.

- ARE YOU GOING TO LET US HAVE OUR DATE ALREADY? – Came the exasperated shout from the pinkette. He took one step closer to the new challenger, ready to deal with him and take his lady to a sweet loving night but he just had to speak right?


Kakashi let out a sigh a got back to his previous place knowing already what was going to happen. He could already see Sakura stretching. – You just made a huge mistake, too. – He said right before all the cries and explosions started. 

And that’s it :) I’m going to use this to get myself to colaborate with kakasaku month! <3 since I love them so much and the beautiful fandom too!  

I’m kinda feeling like the Thorns are in a really good place right now and I hope we don’t trade any of our big players for Mal. Especially considering the deal is being reported as two federation players for her rights. Since Tobin and Sinc and Allie are pretty much off limits I think that means it’s Kling and Lindsey out. Kling is good but she won’t kill the team if she leaves. Same with Lindsey, actually, because we have hella depth at CM with Dagny and Mana interchanging with Lindsey and Amandine (oh yeah if they trade Mana imma burn down the front office). But it just feels wrong. It feels so bad for this team to empty itself for one player. It’s too much to put on Mal to live up to her supposed value, because the involved parties are telling her she needs to play as good as two of her national team teammates. There’s a chance that might go straight to her head. The trade might give her enough validation to settle.

Speaking generally, it’s absolutely heartbreaking when any player leaves the Thorns against their will. They’re ripped away from the best fans in woso by a mile, the best facilities in the league, the best team in the league, and for what? So they can join a sinking, plague-ridden team run by a homophobic man who refuses to admit he should let his organization die? The way I’ve heard players like Mana and Nadia speak about Providence Park and Portland and the fans is so unequivocally loving and appreciative for a reason, it’s because they’re terrified of being kicked out of the woso Garden of Eden. Reading Mana’s words on the time she was nearly traded to Houston was heartbreaking. She was devastated to leave the Thorns. Anyone would be. (except for one Alexandra Patricia Morgan but she’s just special.) Kling and Lindsey (but especially Lindsey) don’t deserve to be kicked to the curb after all the good they’ve done the club in the last season. They don’t deserve the Spirit, it’s the Titanic. They would keep this team’s heart intact, and, honestly, my heart intact. Love them, respect them, keep them in PDX.


anonymous asked:

Prompt: Bughead zombie apocalypse? + the rest of the gang

Lol okay so this one’s a bit different than what I normally write but I thought it would be fun to do, and it definitely was! Also, I made it an AU, hope that’s okay! Anyway, hope you like it!

A/N: Because this is an AU, I decided to have it where Betty and Jughead don’t know each other, but they have to work together to survive the apocalypse - same with the rest of the gang

**I’ve added a “keeping reading” cut, so if you’re reading on mobile, the whole story will not show up. Sorry about that!**


Betty Cooper took a cautious step around the corner of the abandoned soap factory she had taken shelter in, clutching her weapon to her chest as if it were her most prized possession.

“Is somebody there?” She tiptoed down the hallway, kicking away the garbage and dozens of flyers warning the town about the danger that they were currently experiencing as she headed towards the noise that had drawn her attention.

“You should know I have an axe and I’m not afraid to use it!” Betty whisper-yelled down the hallway, her voice echoing off the bare walls and traveling down the dark corridor.  

Before Betty could react, a dark figure came barreling around the corner, taking her by the shoulders and placing a gloved hand over her mouth, hindering her ability to scream. The man spun her around so that she was facing his slender, yet surprisingly muscular figure, being sure to keep his hand firmly pressed against her mouth as he met her terrified expression with a look of disdain.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he spat, his voice surprisingly harsh for the low volume that he was using to speak to her. “Do you want to get attacked today? Because you’re about one syllable away from sending a whole heard of zombies in here to reenact the entirety of the Night of the Living Dead.

Betty wriggled free of his grasp, backing away from him and wiping her mouth like it had just been touched by the foulest piece of garbage to ever exist.  

“I’m sorry, who are you, and what right do you have to yell at me right now,” Betty shot back, her voice thick with anger as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared menacingly in his direction.

“I’m the person trying to keep you alive,” he pointed out, pulling out a knife from his tan trench coat and holding it out in front of him as he tentatively peeked around the corner.

“I was doing just fine on my own, thank you very much,” Betty informed him, adjusting her sweater and charging forward to continue down the hallway without his assistance.

“Oh yeah, I can see that you’re doing great by yourself,” he muttered, grabbing a fistful of fabric from the back of her sweater and pulling her backwards to stand beside him. He gestured to the weapon Betty was still clutching and glanced back up to narrow his eyes at her. “An axe was it?”

Betty hid the hammer behind her back and raised her nose up at him as if to say, “I’m proud of my hammer and I don’t care what you say about it.”

“It’s all I could find,” Betty defended her weapon of choice, her neck craning around his body to see if anyone - or anything - was headed in their direction. “It’s not like I planned on there being a zombie apocalypse when I got out of bed this morning.”

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Drawlloween 2016 Day 28 & 29: Ghost-A-Go-Go / Black Caturday

While running some midnight errands for her master, Anabelle found herself in a part of town she had never been before. As she tried to figure out how she ended up there and what kind of forces may have pulled her to that location, a ghastly figure came to be before her very own eyes. It was “the white dog of crooked road”, the skeletal apparition of a dog that onces lived at the end of the street. Many would have guessed that Anabelle, being a cat, would have run away from the mutt, but she is the familiar of a witch, and she has seen many ghost before, so she was more curious about the ghost than scared. The dog name turned out to be crossbones, and he felt lonely for no one spent time with him anymore, every human who saw him would run away, terrified of its supernatural appearance, despite him not having any evil intent. Anabelle heard his story and felt sorry for him, she figured out it was Crossbones sadness and desire for a friend that had summoned her in first place, so she agreed to pay him a visit now and then, that way he wouldn't have to be alone anymore, and from that day both became close friends.

“Protect Her” - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by p-a-r-a-n-0-i-d

(not my gif)

REQUEST: Stiles and his little sister are running to hide and Stiles is behind (Y/N) and as she goes to cross the corner, Stiles hears something and grabs her, pinning her against his chest with his arm wrapped around her shoulders and he holds her protectively.

The plan had gone totally wrong and Stiles and (Y/N) - his younger sister, were now locked in Eichen House. The original plan was to get into Eichen House to talk to Meredith, but as Stiles and (Y/N) were walking down the corridor, a loud alarm went off.
“What’s happening?” (Y/N) said a little worried.
Stiles knew this place was as evil as it could get, especially on the floor where all the supernatural creatures were locked up. Although he tried to remain calm, (Y/N) could see a hint of concern in her brother’s eyes.

Even if (Y/N) was only two years younger than Stiles, he had always been extremely protective of her. So when (Y/N) had the idea to go to Eichen House to get some answers, Stiles refused to let her go alone, he even insisted to go without her. The reason why (Y/N) wanted to talk to Meredith was because she had been experiencing strange things lately and Deaton told her Meredith could help, though he didn’t recommend her to go and see her in Eichen House. But (Y/N), who was tired of hearing voices no one else could hear, was determined to get some answers.
Scott also insisted to go to Eichen House with Stiles and (Y/N) but he knew he wouldn’t be able to go very far because of wolfsbane blocking the access to the supernatural floor, so he wouldn’t be much help. Instead, Scott was waiting outside the building with Liam.

When Scott received a call from Stiles, he knew something had gone wrong.
“What’s going on in there? Are you guys okay?” Scott asked, worried. He wasn’t a big fan of this plan.
“Can you hear what the doctors are saying from where you stand?” Stiles asked quickly.
Scott didn’t ask any questions and focused. He closed his eyes and used his werewolf hearing to hear what the doctors were saying inside. Liam watched him carefully.
A few seconds later, Scott opened his eyes and put his phone back against his ear.
“Someone escaped.” Scott told his best friend.
“Someone like me,” Stiles started, “or someone like you?” He asked, referring to Scott’s supernatural being.
“Someone worse than that.” Scott replied. “The doctors sounded very worried. I think whoever escaped their cell is dangerous. You guys need to leave, now.” Scott sounded pretty worried, too.
“How the hell are we supposed to leave this place? All the doors are locked.” Stiles said, concerned.
“Find a way out, Stiles. You and (Y/N) can’t stay in there.” Scott declared.

Stiles hung up the phone and took a deep breath. (Y/N) didn’t take her eyes off her brother, expecting bad news.
“How screwed up are we?” (Y/N) asked Stiles.
“We gotta get out, now.” Stiles grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and led her into an empty and dark room.
“Wait. We need to find Meredith. We won’t get another chance.” (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.
“We’ll find something else. Now, keep your voice down.” Stiles said as he thought he heard something near by.
“I didn’t come here for nothing, I need to-”
Stiles didn’t let her finish. He put his hand on (Y/N)’s mouth as he whispered a “shhh”. But (YN) jerked his hand away immediately.
“You can stay here, but I’m gonna go find Meredith.” (Y/N) said angrily.

As (Y/N) was about to walk out of the dark room into the corridor, Stiles grabbed her arm and pinned her against his chest. A second later, (Y/N) heard a unhuman scream which echoed through the walls. She carefully tried to take a look to see where this awful sound was coming from. She saw a terrifying creature being pinned down by several doctors. (Y/N) looked away and grabbed Stiles’s arm which was wrapped around her shoulders, holding her securely.
Stiles noticed that (Y/N) was shaking so he held her tighter in his arms, trying to reassure her.
“It’s okay (Y/N), I’m here.” Stiles whispered in her ear.
(Y/N) nodded but couldn’t stop shaking.
“There! That will sedate him for a while.” One of the doctor said. “Let’s put him in the isolated cell.” He added. “And tell Rozek to turn the damn alarm off! It’s giving me a headache.” One doctor said to another as they all left the corridor.

(Y/N) took a deep breath. Stiles finally let go of her.
“Are you alright?” Stiles asked.
“Yeah. Thanks” (Y/N) replied. “And thank you for, you know, protecting me.” She added.
“Always. That’s my job as your annoying big brother to make sure you’re safe.” Stiles smiled and kissed (Y/N)’s forehead.
Stiles and (Y/N) came out of the room and walked into the corridor, where the doctors and the awful creature were a few minutes ago.
“Come on, let’s go find Meredith.” Stiles said.
Stiles didn’t always agree with his sister’s plans, but he was always willing to help her out. So if (Y/N) wanted to go and find Meredith, that’s what Stiles was going to do.
“No, it’s okay. Let’s just get out of here.” (Y/N) declared. She shivered as she thought about spending one more minute in this place.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. We’ll find another plan. Let’s just leave this nut house.” (Y/N) stated.
“How are we gonna do that though? The whole building is still under lockdown.” As Stiles was speaking, (Y/N) noticed something on the floor. She picked it up and saw that it was a doctor’s badge.
“There is no way we’re going through those doors.” Stiles finished as he pointed at the locked and metal doors.
“Not without this.” (Y/N) smiled as she held the badge before Stiles’s eyes.
“How did you-” Stiles started.
“One of the doctors must have dropped it while they were trying to control whatever was that creature.” (Y/N) explained. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Stiles and (Y/N) discreetly made their way out of Eichen House, using the badge to unlock every door, and joined Scott and Liam, who were waiting outside by the Jeep.
“Glad to see you two safe and sound.” Scott said, relieved.
“Yeah. Though I told you guys, two Stilinskis in a nut house sounds like trouble to me.” Liam declared with a chuckle.
Both (Y/N) and Stiles rolled their eyes at the same time.
“Thanks buddy. Though we’re not the ones who fell in a hole while going on a little walk into the woods.” Stiles said as he winked at Liam.
Scott and (Y/N) laughed.
“Ha-ha. Very funny.” Liam said as he rolled his eyes.
Stiles, Scott and (Y/N) kept laughing as they all got into the Jeep. Liam, who couldn’t pretend to be annoyed for too long, joined them in their laughter. And together, they drove back to Scott’s house, trying their best not to think about what was going to happen next and what other supernatural creature they will have to face next in the crazy town that was Beacon Hills.