been looking forward to running this one

Funny Interruptions

A/N: A request from my wee babe Ryan @mxolh for an Emily x Fem!Reader where they are on their first date and it gets “ruined” by Morgan and Garcia, who are out drinking after both ending relationships. Emily and the Reader think the date is going poorly in the others eyes, but by the end, they are both up for another date. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn


Finally! Y/N had been looking forward to this date all week long. Work sucked. Her love life sucked up until now. But Emily was pretty and badass and sweet and from what Y/N had gathered in their brief exchange at the department store she managed.

She’d come in looking for a new pair of trusty leather boots, comfortable ones, that she could work in, run in and if need be kick into the faces of the people she caught - unsubs, if Y/N remembered correctly. While she’d found her the same exact boots as the ones she’d been wearing, Y/N asked about her job and they’d ended up talking for nearly an hour. And as unprofessional as it might have seemed, she’d rung her up and asked her if she was single.

She’d said yes. Y/N asked her out for dinner, and they’d set it up for the following week. The entire time she’d been at work this week she’d been dreaming about the beautiful woman with dark brown eyes offset by perfect bangs. “Hey,” Emily said as she walked into the restaurant. They’d decided to meet there rather than have one pick the other up; the restaurant was right in the middle of them anyway. “It’s so nice to see you.”

“You too,” she said, standing up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “If I’m honest with you, I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” That was an understatement. Y/N hadn’t had a date in ages. 

“Same,” she chuckled, the tone in her voice such a perfect mixture of gravelly and light. “Work’s been hell this week.”

As they sat down, Y/N insisted Emily tell her about why work had been so bad this week. Apparently, there was an unsub that was going around killing young boys; they found him thankfully, but not before he killed five. She could tell it weighed heavily on Emily’s heart. “But enough of that,” Emily said with a smile. She took a sip of the soda she’d ordered and placed her hand over Y/N’s. “Tell me about your job.”

“Mine?” she laughed. “I’m a department store manager. It’s actually pretty boring.”

“Oh, come on. You have to have some stories that are just too crazy to be made up.”

After the waiter came to take their order, one particular story popped up in her mind. “Well, one time I did have a drunk frat guy running around the women’s lingerie department attempting to try on underwear,” you said with a smile. “I had to call the cops on him and attempt to keep him from damaging all the underwear we had. He especially liked the silk kind.”

Emily snorted, the soda shooting straight out of her nose and onto the table. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. Gimme another one, gimme another one. This is just the kind of thing I could use after this week.”

Before their meals came, she captivated Emily with tales of people who’d actually tried to stuff clothing down their pants in an attempt to steal them, people who came in with coupons that they’d clearly tried to doctor themselves, insisting that the coupon afforded them a free pair of the most expensive sneakers in the store, others who had actually stolen items out of an elderly person’s basket because the old lady couldn’t possibly run after them, and others still that had the gaul to try and demand money from her personally for the shipping of a perfume that the store no longer carried that the woman would now have to buy online. “Basically, people are batshit,” Y/N laughed as she picked at her french fries. “For the most part though, since I’m the manager, I only have to deal with the best of the best, or the worst of the worst depending on how you look at it, so I don’t have to be on the floor all day. Only a little while longer anyway, I’m finishing my doctorate in psychology and I hope to have my own office.”

Emily was more than fascinated by the retail horror stories you regaled her with, but then all of a sudden, her mood changed. “What’s wrong?” Y/N asked. When she turned around, she saw a tall, built black man, and a white woman with crazy colored glasses and an even louder dress stumbling their way toward the table. “Do you know them?”

“I work with them,” she replied. “Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia, and from the looks of it, they’re drunk.”

“Hey, pretty lady,” Derek said, slumping into the seat next to Emily. “Who is this equally pretty lady?” Ah, a flatterer, even when drunk. 

Emily motioned across the table toward Y/N. “This is my date for the evening. Y/N.” She spoke in stilted sentences, trying to indicate to them that she wanted to be left alone, but that went right over their heads. “What are you guys doing here?”

The woman identified as Penelope sat down next to Y/N and introduced herself. “I am Penelope and this is Derek. We’re both a little drunk right now because we just broke up with our respective significant others, so we decided to drink until we couldn’t feel feelings anymore.” Y/N started to giggle. She’d dealt with people like this before, and Emily seemed like a great person, so she assumed her friends were equally as awesome, they just happened to be drunk. But when Y/N looked across the table, Emily was hanging her head in her hand. 

“How did that work for you both?” Y/N asked with a smile. “Can you feel feelings?”

“Not really,” Morgan shrugged, reaching across Emily’s plate and grabbing a french fry. Penelope did the same with Y/N’s and Emily looked mortified. “So how did you two meet?”

Y/N had a feeling that even when they weren’t drunk, these two liked to gossip, but she found it funny, so she indulged them. “I’m a department store manager. Emily came in to buy a pair of boots, so I helped her find the ones she wanted, and I just thought she was so pretty that I decided to ask her out as I rang her up.”

“Oh my god, that’s so adorable,” Penelope said, placing her hand on Y/N’s arm and getting what one might consider a little two close (although Y/N didn’t care). “There really is no one better than Emily Prentiss, let me tell you. She deserves all the love in the world, so whatever you don’t hurt our girl or we’ll have to kill you. I normally don’t threaten people. I’m actually like a ray of sunshine, but she’s one of my best friends so I have to warn you.”

“Penelope!” Emily hissed. Y/N could tell these were her close friends, but she definitely wanted to kill them right now. Her friends weren’t a bother (they were actually really entertaining), but Y/N hoped that Emily wasn’t so embarrassed by them that she decided she didn’t want to go on a second date. 

Y/N shot Emily a look, hopefully telling her that there was no problem, but eventually she got the two of them to leave. “Oh my god,” Emily said, running her hands through her hair as she combed it back behind her ears. “I’m so, so sorry. They normally don’t get drunk like that, and when they do, I or one of our other team members are there to wrangle them a bit.”

“It’s really fine, Emily,” she replied while finishing up the remainder of the french fries that Penelope hadn’t eaten. “As I said, I’ve seen way worse in retail, and I imagine I’ll be seeing worse as a psychologist, so no worries.”

The two of them finished up their meals and paid, splitting the bill rather than one of them taking it over the other, and started to walk around the park nearby. For the first few minutes, neither of them said anything, and Y/N wondered if Emily’s friends had ruined the possibility of another date, because Emily seemed very uncomfortable at the moment. “So,” Y/N started, grabbing her hand and leading her over to the children’s slide. She climbed up the few steps and sat at the top, whooping and hollering like a child as she slid down the chilled metal. “Are you free sometime this weekend?”

Emily’s head snapped down to where Y/N was sitting on the slide. “Umm,” she stammered, “yea, I think so, providing a case doesn’t pop up out of nowhere. Y-you wanna go out again?” She really did look genuinely surprised.

Y/N popped up from the bottom of the slide, pressing a small kiss just to the side of Emily’s lips. “Yea, of course,” she said with a smile, snorting under her breath as Emily’s mouth dropped open. “If your confusion is about your friends, I told you, I’ve seen worse. They seem like nice people, a bit gossipy, and very, very drunk, but all in all they seem like cool people. Plus, if everyone didn’t go on a second date with someone because something a bit embarrassing happened, do you realize how many relationships would’ve never happened?”

Emily picked her mouth up off the floor and grabbed Y/N’s hands, bringing her closer to her body. “I’m just sorry they ruined our first date,” she said, mirroring Y/N’s earlier motion and pressing a kiss to the side of her lips. “I’m sorry anyway.”

“It’s fine,” she said, bringing her hand up to the side of her neck. “It wasn’t ruined to me. I think I can handle a couple drunk people, especially if I get to do this.” With Emily’s fears assuaged, Y/N pulled her in, the steady throb of Emily’s heartbeat felt throughout her entire body as she took her lips in their first proper kiss.

What I learnt after losing 20kg in 3 months

1. It always starts on a high note but the key thing is to keep it going.

You see someone losing a lot of weight and suddenly you are so inspired and pumped to reach your ideal weight, or you realise that you have put on a significant amount of weight and decide to crash diet. It could even be for an upcoming important event. Usually this inspiration will last for a week or two, after which you start to give yourself a little more allowance, this is where most people fall back to where they were. It happened to me countless times.

You have to want it bad enough.

2. You have to be consistent.

Losing weight is hard af, but the important thing is to be consistent. This is what I did:

- take weekly progress photos (whenever I see how my body changes week by week I’m motivated to push on)

- weigh in weekly (I know how easy it is to be obsessed with the scale)

- follow inspiring people (this helps you more than you think)

- whenever I feel lazy to work out, which happens almost every single day, I tell myself this: ‘if you get out there and do what you have to for 30mins, you are one step closer to your goal. If not, the time will pass anyway even if you’re scrolling through Facebook.’

3. Workout

I started with swimming because it was the easiest. You don’t sweat as much, it’s easy on your knees, and it burns a shit load of calories.

After some time, I switched over from swimming to cycling HIIT on my stationary bike. After which I started doing blogilates’s PIIT28, and started hitting the gym after that.

What I’m trying to say is, change up your activities once in a while! Add some variation to your workout by keeping things interesting and you will look forward to it.

My best friend got me out of my comfort zone. I have been so unfit all my life that I wasn’t able to complete even a 2.4km jog. She dragged me along for a run and I fell in love with jogging. To be fair it happened about 6 weeks after I started working out.

It doesn’t get easier, you just get better!

You only need 30mins a day to complete your daily workout. Choose one workout, be it jogging or HIIT, and just do it!

No matter how tired I am, I make sure to get my 30mins in. Sometimes I impress myself with my determination.

4. Moral support

You’re committed to your goals and are working hard towards it. We all know it gets lonely sometimes. Motivate a friend to do the same! Motivate each other when things get tough or the scale is not budging. I’m lucky to have my BFF on this journey together with me.

Even for those who discourage you or those who once called you fat, you got to have the fire in you to make a change and prove them wrong!

Do it for yourself, your love ones. I know you can. I have fallen off the wagon many times too. But the lower you fall, the higher you will fly. Believe in yourself. I promise you, once you start believing, everything will fall in place. There will not be success without failure. You will get there sunshine. One day you will shine. You just got to start believing in yourself and start working damn hard towards your goal.

Old saying but pushes me a lot: 
it’s never going to be easy but it’s going to be SO worth it.

5. You didn’t gain it overnight, don’t expect to lose it in a month.

Don’t be demoralised just because people ain’t noticing the changes. Don’t beat yourself up.

I gave myself 6 months to reach my goal weight. 7kg more to go! Yay!

6: Your boobs/butt will shrink, there might be loose skins/ stretchmarks if you lose weight too fast.

What I did for boobs and butt:

Do planks and squats every day. Yes every day. It helps firms your boobs and squats give your flat booty a lift. 

I learnt this the hard way. Losing 50kg in a year 2 years ago definitely tested my skin’s elasticity. I researched ways to reduce the appearance of stretch marks since the only way you eliminate them is through a laser surgery.

Loose skins and stretchmarks are tricky. I tried everything so I can’t pinpoint what worked and what didn’t.  But it reduced the appearance of stretchmarks and my skin doesn’t look too loose either.

What I did:

- Drink lots of water (it really works!)

- Dry brushing

- Body scrubs (if you ask me I would say coffee scrub, I didn’t start selling it for no reason)

- Bio oil

- Clarins body tonic oil

- Weight training/resistance training                        

7. Relationship with food

Many asked me what meal plans do I follow or do I have certain calorie restrictions.

I have to clarify that I’m not going for a hot lean body hence this method might not work for you if you are going for that.

I do not follow any specific meal plans. I did many times in the past and tried countless meal plans including Herbal life, natroslim or even master cleanse diet. I’m not saying that all these doesn’t work, they do. You will see yourself losing weight, but it isn’t sustainable.

I eat whatever I want now but I control the portions strictly. I cut out sugar drinks too. Don’t underestimate the calories you are taking in as well, it could be the reason why you are not seeing results.

Learn to say no when being offered food (who does that?!). It’s not easy to say no to the piece of chocolate your best friend got for you, but it’s even harder burning it off later during your workout. If you didn’t plan to eat it, don’t. Save it for another day.

There are days when I have peanut butter toast in the morning, fish soup for lunch and economic rice without any rice (just the meat and vege side dishes) for dinner.

But there will also be days where I crave fried chicken. I order them without sides and go without sugar drinks.

Sometimes I live on ban mian (Singapore-style noodles with mince pork soup) without finishing the noodles. Or some days I have fruits before going to bed.

I try to keep my calorie intake within 1500. I don’t feel starved at all and I eat whatever I want in moderation. It keeps me content to keep going.

You are what you eat. If you know the food you are craving for is unhealthy, have it in small amounts. We all know what happens when we over indulge. A healthy journey consists of 80% diet and 20% exercise.

Food that will help you in your journey:

- Water, just drink enough water.

- Unsweetened green tea, yes you’ve heard this 2 million times. But it works.

- Fruits: Papayas, Watermelons, Apples, Bananas, Lemons and Kiwis.

- Needless to say lots of vegetables

Try new recipes like cauliflower rice. Or replace potato chips with kale chips.

There won’t be any food to avoid in my list because I genuinely believe in moderation.

8. Curbing cravings

You just had dinner but you are craving for dessert. We all know it’s not acceptable to do it every day.

I’d go for a jog if I were you. The cravings for unhealthy food usually subside after a run. You’ll burn 150 calories with 30 minutes of jogging, but it takes 1 serving of potato chips to gain it back. Is it worth it? You be the judge.

If not I’ll find an alternative like yogurt or fruits to curb the cravings.

The last method is to take off your clothes in front of the mirror and stare at your body. Tell me if you still want that tiramisu after that.

Many times we eat not because we need it but because we want it. A treat is only a treat if you have it once in a while. 

9. Shitty days

Just recently I broke down and cried just because I felt fat. I felt like the ugliest/biggest girl in the world and I just wanted to hide away from the world. There will be days where you feel like shit and nothing you do makes sense to you.

I allowed myself to cry and tell myself that I’m not good enough.

Sometimes we have to embrace our emotions instead of hiding them. Only when we acknowledge what we are feeling, will we be able to fix what’s really broken inside.

After my emotional battle, I pick myself up and continue whatever I was doing. I fixed what was going on inside and stayed focused. People around me saw results. I saw my results. I deserved every single bit of it because I worked hard for it.

Happiness is a choice. You are how you feel about yourself.

Don’t give up on something just because of the time or the difficulty to achieve it. The time will pass anyway. If you don’t work on yourself, who’s going to do it.

I learnt to love myself for every stretchmark, cellulite and scar that’s on me. At the same time, I do my best to be a better version of myself.

10. Take a break If you are tired, not quit.

Lastly, regardless how many times you fail, as long as you get up and try again, you will succeed in the end.

Getting healthy is not a quick fix, it’s a lifestyle. There will be days you feel like eating fast food and not working out. But as long as you get back on your feet the next day, I promise that everything will work out.

Never ever give up on yourself and your body, because you are the only one living in it.

Hope this helps!! Happy 2017! Keep on rocking! :) Let’s embrace 2017 together and achieve whatever you need to acheive!

@motiveweight - submission 

Wolfstar visiting Andromeda
  • Andromeda: Baby Nymphie has been looking forward to seeing you, Remus!
  • Sirius: And me? What about Uncle Sirius?
  • Andromeda: She has her little crush on Remus, though.
  • Remus: Still?
  • Nymphadora: *running* WEMUS!
  • Remus: *nervous laugh* Oh, hey Nymphie!
  • Nymphadora: Me miss you.
  • Remus: Oh, me too. You've grown so big! Didn't your hair used to be blue?
  • Nymphadora: It wed now.
  • Remus: I can see that!
  • Nymphadora: Me mawwy you?
  • Remus: Maybe when you're a little bit older Nymphie.
  • Sirius: Excuse me?
  • Nymphadora: UCKLE SIRIS!!!!
  • Sirius: Hey, little one.
  • Nymphadora: I MAWWY WEMUS WHEN I BIG!
  • Sirius: Er, yeah... sure...
  • Andromeda: Let's let poor Remus breathe, darling.
  • Nymphadora: *jumping on Remus's lap and hugging him tight* ME HUG WEMUS.
  • Remus: *to Sirius* Help. Me.

Temptation is obsolete to me; I mean, I’ve been there, done that, you know and I was one of the lucky ones you know, I survived it. I just look forward to going to work and I look forward to going home and see my family ‘cause in the long run the big picture I’m doing this for them. 

There’s no temptation to fall victim of addiction ever again.”


Yuri has always wondered how Victor was like before performances.

It’s his first time seeing Victor warm up before a major competition, and by first time, Yuri means up close, a red and white RU jacket folded over his arm, and not from a painful distance shyly looking over Celestino’s shoulder. 

Just say hi already, Celestino would say in mild irritation, and to which Yuri would answer in a pained groan, over my cold dead body, thank you very much.

“Darling, do you mind?” Victor asks in a gentle, soft tone that is new to Yuri, and that pet name, darling, he’s never been called that before. Victor sits on the matted floor, legs spread almost into a side split, and he’s beckoning Yuri to help him into a stretch.

“Yeah, of course.” Yuri miraculously answers in time because his chest is still feeling as tight as a heart attack at being called darling. He settles in front of Victor and adopts a smaller angle side split. He supports Victor’s position by planting his heels against his ankles and offers his hands forward. Victor slips his hands into Yuri’s wordlessly.

Everything stills for a moment, a mutedness wrapping itself around the two of them, and all that exists and all that matters at that second is the trembling hands Yuri is holding. The quake he is feeling is invisible to the eye but volcanic to the touch–confident outwardly, but scared inwardly. Yuri looks up at Victor, a calm ocean with a destructive undertow.

Are you alright? What can I do? How can I make this better? Yuri’s mouth won’t work, but it seems his eyes do, because Victor’s lips upturns to a small smile.

“Don’t be afraid that I’m afraid, zvyozdochka.” he speaks to him softly, looks at him softly, touches him softly, as if it is Yuri who’s fighting a battle and needs to  be placated. “I feel scared all the time. Just doesn’t look like it.”

Zvyozdochka, little star, that Yuri’s been called often. He softens at the words and lets a wall down, thumbs skating circles onto Victor’s hands. “I never knew that about you.”

“You’re the only one who does.” Victor smiles, “I don’t hold hands with just anybody before going into the ice.”

Yuri chuckles under his breath, pulling Victor forward into the stretch, helping him until his upper body is flush against the floor. Yuri drapes himself over Victor’s back, palms gently running across the fabric of his costume.

“You’ll be great, Vitya.”


“You still haven’t cracked yet, Y/N. I’m impressed.” You stared up at Agent Camp, shrugging your shoulders. “You know, most people in your position would have gone crazy by now and started talking but not you. Anyway, I came here with news. Dean and Sam…they were found dead in their prison cells today and then vanished into thin air. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”

You still didn’t speak, trying not to laugh in his face. “You’ll talk to me Y/N. Sooner or later.” He glared down at you one last time and shook his head, starting to walk away.

“I’m not alone, you know.” You smirked, standing up and walking around the Agent in circles. “I haven’t been alone since I got here. That’s why your little isolation plan never worked. It never will work. I’m never alone.” 

“You’re crazier than I thought.” Camp said, furrowing his eyebrows at you. “You’ll crack soon enough, Y/N. I’ll be here waiting when you do.” 



“Yeah…yeah.” Dean spoke quickly, trying to relay the information he needed to. “We just broke out. Listen, Sam and I are out but we need you to get here as soon as you can. We’re somewhere near Rocky Mountain National Park. And I wanna talk to Y/N. She’s not answering her phone. Where is she?” 

“Y/N isn’t with us.” Cas answered. “She was arrested with you.” 

“I know that.” Dean snapped. “I thought…we searched the whole place for her and she’s not here. I thought she escaped on the road or something!” 

“I haven’t heard from her since all of you were taken.” Cas explained. “Not a word. None of her covert messages. Nothing.” 

“Fuck!” Dean screamed into the phone. “What did they do to them?!” 

“Mary and I will be there soon, Dean.” Cas said. “Hang on, ok?” 

“Yeah.” Dean nodded and hung up, turning to face Sam who looked confused.

“Them?” Sam questioned. “You said what did they do to them, not her.” Dean swallowed, nodding his head. Cas already knew, of course. He sensed it right away, but you hadn’t told Sam. 

“Y/N’s pregnant.” Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We hadn’t really found the right time to tell anyone yet but that’s why she’s been doing all the research lately.” 

Sam’s eyes went wide and he stepped forward, grabbing Dean in a tight hug. “We’ll find her. Them. We’ll find them.” 

“Daddy’s comin’ little one.” You ran your hand over your barely there bump, standing beside the door with the gun you’d stolen from Agent Camp’s holster, unbeknownst to him. “We just gotta get outta here so he can find us.” You clipped the security badge to your prison coveralls and started to scream, waiting for the guards to come and open the door. “We’re not stuck in here with them. They’re stuck in here with us.” 

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Sixteen Years

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Words: 2820

Summary: You’ve known Lin for sixteen years, and been in love with him the whole time.

Warnings: swearing, awful proofreading because I finished this at like, one a.m. and I think that’s it :)

A/N: This is the first fanfic I’ve ever really written. I really don’t know if it’s any good but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it – Skye x

March 19th 2016

“That’s a really stupid idea, man.” you smirked, throwing yourself down on the seat across from him.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Lin asked without turning to look at you. He’d become immune to your smartass comments and your intruding – you lived in the same house but somehow, he considered it intruding.  

“I live here, Lin. I don’t knock.”

“Clearly.” he replied, eyes still glued to his work.  

“Look who’s being the smartass now, Miranda.”

“Oh, bringing out the last name? I’m hurt.”

You laughed, leaving him to get back to his work. The only reason you hadn’t left his office was because you loved watching him work: he got so immersed in his work, almost like he was in a different world. He hadn’t bothered to question what you thought was a stupid idea. He probably didn’t care, you weren’t exactly great at lying to him. Though, Jasmine would probably argue that you were great at lying to Lin.  

Nearly everyone knew about the crush you had on him. Everyone except him. For years you had been enduring the jokes about it, and for a long time you’d been subtly kicking people under the table, but mostly Anthony. Anthony found the fact that you’d lived with Lin for years, been in love with him for most of those years and he still didn’t know was hilarious. He made a point of making a least one joke about it every time he saw you. Slowly, you’d realised that boys really don’t make any sense.  

Lin held everything in your life together. From bringing you coffee during finals week in college to proofreading every stupid draft you’d ever written, he was there. From you making him sleep after two days without any to you dragging the founding fathers with him, you’d been there. Through everything the two of you had been there. There in the place you called home. Despite how messy your apartment was – piles of paper drafts, pens scattered everywhere and the vastly ignored chore chart – it was home. Over the years you’d known Lin, you’d come to realise that home was wherever he was.  

February 23rd 2000

“Hey, uh, are you okay?”  

For hours you’d been sitting in the library, scribbling in a notebook, attempting to draft papers that you had due. You’d been skipping between two of them. By this point your handwriting was so smudged and rushed that even you could barely read it, after years of having to translate the mess to other people. It had been a while since you stopped counting how many people told you that you really needed to sort your handwriting out. You could read it, that was enough. But tonight, you were just too tired.

The guy across from you was looking at you now. He must’ve thought you were deranged; eye bags that were almost black rather than purple, hands in your hair and crumpled up balls of paper surrounding you. Looking up from your drafts you took in his appearance. He looked almost as stressed as you did. You smiled.

“Yeah. Sorry if I look a bit weird, I have papers I need to write and, honestly, it’s not going so well,” you replied. He laughed, getting a glare from the librarian. You almost resented her for the glare. His laugh was brilliant, almost like a child’s. It was happy and made everything feel a little less stressful.  

“I feel you. I’ve been in here all day, I even fell asleep earlier.” you laughed as he continued, “I’m really shocked Ms G hasn’t kicked me out yet. Oh, I’m Lin, by the way. Not that you needed to know, but I thought maybe knowing my name would make me seem like less of some random weirdo annoying you while you’re trying to study-”

“Do you always talk this much or is it a weird stage of sleep deprived?” you joked, smirking as he caught onto his rambling. “I’m Y/N.”  

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” he smiled.

March 9th 2008

“You did it!” you grinned, throwing your arms around Lin as he came backstage. He laughed, picking you up and spinning you.  

“Ugh, get a room.” Karen moaned, watching as he set you back down. You knew she was joking, just one of the many to catch on to your crush on Lin and poke fun at it. As you hugged her you could see Lin making faces behind her. You tried not to laugh, Karen noticed and whipped her head around.  

“Something funny, Miranda?”  

He was still making a face when she spoke to him. You watched as his face dropped, realising the situation he’d just landed himself in. Karen and Lin were like siblings, and Karen was definitely the stone cold big sister, even though she had a heart of gold.  

“No?” he answered, though it sounded more like a question. Karen smirked.  

“The shit I put up with,” she mumbled, walking off and leaving you and Lin alone.

The two of you laughed.  

You were so proud of Lin. In The Heights was on Broadway; his show was on Broadway, the show he’d been working on for years had finally taken off. Looking at him, you realised that he was no longer the kid across the table from you in the library. The kid that had taken the time to check if you were okay, then rambled for what felt like forever. He was different now, but he was still Lin, still your best friend.  

He wrapped his arms around you again. You pressed your head to his chest, listening to his steady heart as you hoped that he couldn’t hear yours racing.  

In those few minutes you spent in his arms you began to wonder if this was the end of an era. Was this the end of three a.m. coffee runs? Was this the end of pissing off the neighbours with playing the piano at ridiculous times of the night? Was this the end of the life you’d become accustomed to? But you kept listening to the beat of his heart and little by little, you realised it wasn’t the end of anything. Lin was still Lin, and that meant coffee at three a.m. and playing the piano ridiculously late at night.

“I did it, Y/N,” he whispered.

“You did it, Lin-Manuel Miranda. You did it.”

June 29th 2013

“Burr always held back, he never pushed forward with his ambition.”

“Are you psychoanalyzing Aaron Burr?”

Lin grinned sheepishly, turning around to look at you. He was sat at his piano, attempting to meet Hamilton deadlines and mumbling about the founding fathers to himself.


When Lin had decided his next project was going to be a musical about Alexander Hamilton you hadn’t been surprised. You had said: ‘Stupid ideas are usually your best ones, run with it’. Four years later, you had been proved right. Hamilton was one of the best ideas he’d ever had. He frantically tried to meet deadlines and you brought home coffee and books about U.S. history.

“Why am I not surprised,” you mumbled. “You have a point though, dude was pretty messed up. I mean, he ran for president and had like, zero campaign.”  

Lin laughed, picking up his notebook. Usually he’d scribble down the sessions in which the two of you would bitch about the founding fathers. Once, you’d asked him why and his only response was a shrug and an incoherent mumble. Sometimes he’d play drafts for you and you’d hear some of lyrics, that really just sounded like five year olds arguing, and you just knew that those were the ones derived from the two of you moaning about how stupid Alexander was sometimes.

“That he did.” Lin laughed, still writing in the tattered old notebook.  

“Need more coffee?” you asked. It had been hours since either of you had brought some home. For the past week whenever coffee was needed someone, usually you, had to go out and buy some. All because Lin was too lazy to buy more after he had finished the coffee in the house.  

“Yeah, please. Do you think you could get it? I kinda got something going,” he motioned towards his notebook and piano. You nodded, grabbing your bag and you shoes. He waved as you left, locking the door behind you.  

Stepping into the cold air you sighed. Maybe you should’ve listened to Karen all those years ago, back when In The Heights was still in rehearsals and she had asked you what was really the worst that could happen if you told him. But here you were, thirteen years into a friendship with him and still hopelessly in love with the guy.

April 7th 2015

“Y/N, your eyes literally turn into hearts every time you see him. Cartoon style.” Daveed laughed. Renee and Pippa smiling as they warmed up.  

“Fuck all of you guys.” you groaned.  

“Who are we fucking?” Anthony interjected, suddenly appearing in the room.  

“At this rate, not you.” you shot at him. As he placed a hand on his heart, faking hurt you couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter.

Ever since you’d actually admitted to the Hamilton cast that you were ridiculously head over heels for Lin, you hadn’t heard the end of it. They’d all known for ages that you liked him, and had been cracking jokes about it since you met them, but now that you were no longer denying it; it was even worse.  

Daveed was still looking at you with 'heart eyes’ and his tongue out. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, still hearing the laughter behind you. Leaving the room, you went to find Lin.  

After looking for a while and being unable to find him, you sent him a text letting him know that you were leaving – as much as you loved the cast and everyone else, you had your own job to attend to. Plus, hanging around the Public all day made you bored. Whenever Lin wasn’t there you just felt like there wasn’t a point in being there.  

Arriving at your work, you hung up your jacket and started up a conversation with Ella, the girl you worked with most days.

“For April, it is surprisingly hot out there,” you spoke.

“And yet you were still wearing your jacket.” Ella replied smoothly, as though she’d been waiting to say it to you. You smiled at her.  

“It’s me, Ella. Did you expect anything less?” She laughed, handing you her jacket.

“Could you hang that up for me please? So that your coat isn’t lonely.”

“I swear, this is bullying,” you mumbled.

Your day went by quickly, the small bookstore you worked in was fairly busy and even after a seven hour shift it still felt like you had more hours left.  

Walking home in the dark wasn’t so bad. You’d grown used to it, even learning to enjoy the solitude and the freedom to think by yourself for a while. Eventually, your thoughts led you back to Lin. You hadn’t seen him all day and the effect was setting in. You weren’t smiley or chatty. You just wanted to be home, to be in the same room as him for a little while. Just the two of you; no castmates joking about your impending doom and no stress of acting like the feelings weren’t there.  

Just you and Lin. That was all you needed.

August 6th 2015

“You did it! Again!” you grinned as Lin came backstage. It had been just over seven years since the last time you’d done this. Since the last time he’d picked you up and spun you around. The two of you spent a few minutes in the embrace, unwilling to let each other go.  

“It’s been seven years since I last heard you say that,” he smiled.

“I can tell you right now that that’s a lie, but, I’ve been waiting all this time to say it like that again.” you laughed, finally tearing yourself from his arms.  

“God, get a room,” Daveed groaned. You and Lin looked at each other and burst out laughing. Everyone except Chris was staring at the two of you, unable to understand the laughter. When you stopped laughing you figured you owed Daveed an explanation, but didn’t bother. Instead, Chris filled everyone in.  

“Karen said that exact same thing on Heights opening night.”  

“Wow, even in 2008 you guys were all over each other,” Anthony smirked.  

Eventually everyone retreated back to their dressing rooms. You and Lin walked to his in silence. Once inside, he pulled you into another hug. This time, his heart was racing and you could hear it. You had hoped not to cry again that night but you were.  

Everything Lin did amazed you. His talent and his ambition and his ability to make your heart jump with one look. It had been seven long years of stress and tears and crumpled up drafts but here the two of you were again. At the Broadway opening of Hamilton. You smiled into his chest as you made an attempt to dry your tears.  

“Sometimes, I swear you’re the only reason I ever get anything done.” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.  

The tears started again.

March 19th 2016

“Hey, Lin?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”  

This was it. This was sixteen long years of friendship about to be changed, no matter his reaction. You looked at him before speaking. There was the rambling kid from college who sat across from you in the library, there was the man who has held you close on the biggest night of his life, there was the guy who made fun of historical U.S. politicians with you, there was the best friend who somehow disappeared into the Public, there was the Lin who had cried with you in his dressing room, there was the person you were in love with.  

Admittedly, the years hadn’t been all smiles. But regardless, they’d been the best sixteen years of your life. You had become someone so amazing that fourteen year old you would’ve been shocked. Lin had become someone so brilliant that twenty year old you wouldn’t have been able to understand. The two of you had become so astounding.  

“I’m in love with you.” you blurted, surprising yourself. Before Lin could reply you kept going.  

“I’ve been in love with you since you proofread my paper and all you could say was: 'You’re gonna be even more amazing someday’. I’ve spent sixteen years watching girls come and go, scaring them off when you couldn’t get rid of them yourself. Spent those sixteen years wishing it was me. I loved you when you hugged me backstage after Heights’ opening and all I could hear was your heart beating and wondering how you were so calm. I loved you when you were analysing Aaron Burr at four in the morning. I loved you when you spent an hour in my bookshop pretending to be looking at things just to spend your break with me. I loved you when you held me tight and told me I was the only reason you ever get anything done. And I love you right now, looking at you and wondering where the clumsy college kid went but knowing he turned into you and I couldn’t be more proud. I love you Lin-Manuel Miranda and for the first time in sixteen years I can’t bite my tongue about it anymore.”

Before you knew it, Lin’s lips were on yours. The kiss was short, but in the short amount of time sixteen years had spilled onto your lips.  

“I have loved you since you looked at me with the brightest eyes and asked if I really meant it when I said you were brilliant, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Suddenly, sixteen years seemed like just the beginning.

anonymous asked:

Could you pretty please do a friends to lovers with Namjoon?????? I've been obsessed since your Yoongi one 💖

how cute, thank you!!
find jungkook (here), jimin (here) & yoongi (here)  ~

  • you and namjoon first see each other on the bus you take to get to work every morning
  • and you’d never seen him before,,,,but he definitely catches your attention because he’s so tall and looks so intelligent with glasses perched on the end of his nose and a thick, philosophical book in his hands
  • and you’re close to 100% sure that he completely looks past you when you guys get in line to get on the bus
  • but to your surprise he takes a step back and lets you skip him to get on first,,,,,,
  • and when you meet his eyes to thank him,,,,,you can’t help but notice how the dark brown of them behind his frames still seems somehow soft,,,,,
  • and for a couple of weeks you two silently stand side by side with the rest of the morning crowd waiting for the bus and maybe it’s your imagination but every now and then you feel like he might be looking your way,,,,,,,,,but you brush it off
  • until one day you find yourself standing beside him, shuffling a stack of heavy paperwork that you needed to bring with you to work in your hands when,,,,,,,,,,,it starts to rain
  • and because your hands are full you groan because you can’t get the umbrella from your bag,,,,,,,,,,,,if you even had an umbrella which ,,,,,,you don’t think you do
  • and slowly you can see the paper getting wet and you try to hide the stack under your cardigan but it won’t work
  • until you feel someone step closer to you and you see the mysterious boy holding a giant black umbrella over your heads
  • and you shift the pile of paper in your arms and manage to stutter out a thank you
  • to which he looks at you and smiles,,,,,and you almost drop the papers because you ???? never noticed he had dimples before?????
  • and he tells you that it’s no problem, that the pile of paper looks heavy and if you want he can hold some for you
  • and it’s so sweet and you say thank you again,,,,,but pause because you actually don’t know his name 
  • but he just smiles again,,,,the warmness you saw in his eyes spreading over his handsome face and he’s like “kim namjoon, and you are,,,,,?”
  • and it’s as simple as that to get you two talking and you tell namjoon about your job and he tells you about his and suddenly you ask about the books you always see him reading
  • and he laughs into his palm,,,,,as you two are seated together on the bus and he says it’s quite embarrassing,,,but he’s what his friend taehyung calls a book worm
  • but you insist it’s nothing to be embarrassed of!!! you like reading too!!!
  • and when it’s your stop namjoon hands you the umbrella which you hesitate to take because won’t he get wet- but he tells you that your papers look important and plus his long legs will help him run faster inside 
  • and you giggle but thank him
  • and from that day,,,,,,,you and namjoon aren’t just standing awkwardly side by side at the stop anymore
  • nope you guys greet each other and talk about your days and sometimes you even check to see you guys are early so you get some coffee at a nearby cafe and return to the bus stop all the while getting to know each other more and just,,,,,,,,,,becoming better friends
  • the umbrella which he gave you,,,,you keep forgetting to return and you apologize everytime but namjoon shrugs it off,,,,,,,,until finally it’s raining again one morning
  • and you grab his umbrella and dash out to get to the bus only to see poor namjoon shivering with his hood up and you’re like !!!!!!!! where’s your umbrella and he sheepishly admits that the one you’re carrying was actually the only one he had,,,,,,(the others were broken due to clumsy events)
  • and you’re like oh my god im so sorry here- but namjoon is like ill take it but let’s share it
  • and as you wait for the bus,,,,,,,,you can feel namjoon standing so close that your shoulders brush and that you can smell a subtle, but simple cologne coming from him
  • and when he turns to look at you,,,,it’s kind of,,,,,there’s something more than there usually is
  • “this umbrella is the reason we became friends.” he suddenly says and you nod slowly because that’s true,,,,before that you hadn’t talked much
  • and you look at his hand holding it and wonder for a second what it would be like if you just put your hand over his,,,,,
  • and almost as if he knows namjoon goes “wouldn’t it be nice if this umbrella was also the reason,,,,,,,,,”
  • he stops and you see him shift his eyes a bit,,,,red tint over his high cheekbones and he looks at you finally and finishes with
  • “,,,,was also the reason we became something more?” 
  • and you can hear some women going finally! the bus is here
  • but you and namjoon stand there under the umbrella looking at each other and the bus stops and people are getting on
  • but neither of you budges until you lean forward and put your hand over his thats holding the umbrella and shyly answering that,,,,,,,,it would be nice,,,,,,,if you guys could be something more
  • and namjoon looks like a christmas tree that’s just been lighted up with how wide he smiles
  • but before he can say anything the bus pulls out of the spot, tires running through a puddle and splashing both you and namjoon
  • until you’re both drenched and in shock
  • but turning to look at one another and laughing like it’s not big deal
  • that day you both call into work with excuses and spend it on your first date,,,,,even if it’s raining over the city,,,,,you guys get cozy in a bookstore and maybe just maybe you think that since it’s a first date namjoon might end it with a kiss in the rain?????
  • but you’re like thaTS ToO CORNY he wouldn’t
  • (he does) 
Thank You

Title: Thank You

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: Negan promised to spend an entire day with you but falls asleep instead.

Warnings: Slight dirty talk (just a little), other than that, it’s pure fluff

Note: Negan fluff coming through! Needed a break from all the dirty smut I’ve been writing so here’s a short one-shot of sleepy Negan. Posting a request soon! :)

Negan promised to spend an entire with you to make it up for his absence for the past few days. He had been so busy running things in the Sanctuary and dealing with other communities that he was barely seen in his wives’ lounge or even in his room. Being the only wife who actually adored him, you looked forward to that day. So, when you heard about his arrival, you didn’t waste any more time and went straight to his bedroom to welcome him back…only to find him fast asleep.

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Artificial Stars

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Junmyeon (Suho)

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4,778

Summary: Far away in the sky city of Illumina, you’re set to be engaged to the heir of the Kim family business. A notion you firmly reject until you come to realize that things may be more than what they seem. (Enemies to Lovers AU)

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you do a drarry oneshot (maybe muggle AU?) where Harry works in a coffee shop and Draco come in all the time to get his "coffee" but really he's there to see Harry? Thank you!

coffee shop AU?? y e s

thank you, anon, I hope you enjoy

Draco had a crush.

Not on anyone from work (god forbid), or one of the men Pansy had tried to set him up with, no, Draco liked the barista from the coffee shop down the street. 


It had all started one morning when he had been running late. His alarm hadn’t gone off, and when he woke, bleary-eyed and confused, he was already fifty minutes behind schedule. There was no time to eat, only to grab a quick cup of coffee and go.

Draco had stood in line, tapping his foot and repeating his order in his head over and over, checking his watch every thirty seconds or so until it was his turn.

Still looking at the time, he stepped forward and opened his mouth to order.

And then he glanced up.

The man before him was grinning crookedly, his smile reaching his eyes (the greenest eyes Draco had ever seen, even with glasses over them) and his hair. His hair was an absolute mess, but it was the kind of mess that Draco had always liked- ruffled and soft-looking, and his half-asleep mind conjured the image of himself dragging a hand through it while the man stood right there, still smiling.

“Coffee?” His voice was warm and teasing, and Draco had difficulty getting his words out. The man shot him another grin as he handed the change back.

Draco had a crush.


That first encounter had been three weeks ago. Since then, Draco had managed to wake up early enough that he could slip into the coffee shop for fifteen minutes each morning, simultaneously having breakfast and admiring the man at the counter. Harry.

Draco had finally torn his eyes away from the man’s face and looked down at the tag on his apron and learned his name. Harry.

Through his visits to the shop, he began to recognize the other employees as well. There was the young, red-haired woman that worked with Harry some mornings that took breaks with her girlfriend, always waving to Draco as she removed her apron and came out from behind the counter. She was here today, and Draco nodded to her as she passed.

“Harry, your regular is here,” she called back to the counter, flashing a knowing grin.

Draco turned his head in time to see Harry blush and mouth ‘shut up’ at her, and he felt his stomach flutter in response.

Harry faced Draco and smiled in shy sort of way that made Draco’s heart ache. “Sorry. She’s, ah, well…” Harry reached up and ruffled his hair, blushing a little more now.

“It’s alright. She seems nice,” Draco said, leaning against the counter. 

Harry laughed. “Nice! Yeah, that’s one way to put it. What can I do for you this morning, Draco?”

Draco’s mind came up with too many useless possibilities. Oh, I don’t know, marry me?

“Just the usual, thanks.”

Draco watched as Harry made his way over to the coffee presses. He sighed out loud once his back was turned, and there was a small giggle from behind him.

“What-” Draco stopped as he took in the young woman behind him, all pale blonde hair and large blue eyes.

“You could ask him out, you know. He is single.” She pointed behind her. “You can ask Ginny, she’d help you out.” 

Draco looked over her shoulder to see Harry’s red-haired coworker laughing in the doorway. “I would. Come on, Luna.”  

As they made their way out of the shop, Draco shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Ask him out,” he muttered, “As if I’d ever be able to do that.”

“I wish you’d try, actually.”

Draco spun around. Harry was standing right there at the counter, wearing a small smile as he held out a cup of steaming coffee.

“Oh- I, um…” Damn it, Draco, speak!

Harry set the coffee down. “I’d say yes,” he murmured, and Draco’s heart sped up as he noticed Harry leaning closer.

“You’d- Would you?” Draco stammered. Get it together, Malfoy!

Harry nodded, still smiling. “I would. I’m off at six, come back then?”

Six! You expect me to be able wait that long?

“That… That would be nice. Yeah, very nice, I, ah-” Draco started to laugh slightly, not sure why he was still speaking. “Nice,” he repeated quietly, and Harry’s eyes shined behind his glasses.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Harry said. He pushed himself up higher on the counter and kissed Draco’s cheek, and then Draco was certain he wouldn’t make it until six.

“See you later,” Harry said, stepping back. “Go on, or you’ll be late.”

How Draco made it out of the shop and into his car after that, he didn’t know.

What Draco did know was that he’d forgotten his coffee on the counter and now had an excuse to rush back in and get a proper kiss.

Draco had a crush, and it was going exactly the way he wanted.

Ask Me.[Newt Scamander Oneshot].

why do i love romance so much

Originally posted by karlmordo

Title: Ask Me.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader.
Words: 2,700.
Rating: T. (Mildly suggestive content.)

If you focused your hands in the correct position, you could almost feel the ghosts of the white scars that lined on his torso. Slowly healed reminders to Newt, that despite all the goodness and kindness in the world, there was always going to be a counter balanced reaction. In this very delicate case, it was put in the situation of his creatures, his naturally kind hearted nature and the injuries he may have gotten when trying to gain their trust. You could hear his voice inside of your mind, echoing, ‘They’ve never been dangerous. I was, and still am utterly willing to prove people wrong’.

You supposed that it was his gentleness and graciously loving attitude towards his passions that made you fall in love in the first place. Typically, his actions reflected his personality, especially in moments of bliss like the one you found yourself tangled in.

His hands were entwined deeply in your hair, and with nervous fingers, he’d twist a piece between them and hum more to himself as he craned his head down for another kiss. Not allowing such satisfaction, your playful side rose as you pecked his nose lightly. Newt hovered still, his full lips curling on the sides into that infamous half-grin. Newt surely made you question whether or not he was aware that his appearance had such an altering effect on you, because occasionally he acted the part, where as other times he found himself rather clueless.

Right now was a memory of the latter.

The look on his face nearly shouted at you, ‘So, you want to play games?’ Raising yourself against him with your hands flat against your chest, your lips grazed against his to answer him silently. Dropping his hands, Newt cupped your cheeks and allowed his fingers to slip across your smooth skin. A shudder of appreciation reached down his spine, or better yet, a shiver of anticipation of the unknown. Heavily dilated eyes caught hold of yours while his fingers continued a journey downwards now resting gently on your shoulders.

It was there that he paused to hesitate. Dropping his head to avoid eye contact so you couldn’t catch onto his contemplation, he stared at your right shoulder, almost admiring the way that the dim light of your hallway was illuminating your skin. Giving it the appearance of being on fire, he thought to himself. And the strange wonderment rose in his mind, crashing like a wave. If he were to touch you now, would your skin be hot like the blaze he imagined? Or would it be like a chilled fire, cold and eager to be warmed?

The dress that was so beautifully sculpted to fit you was non-existent there and left your skin free for all to see, and for him to touch. And in all honesty, such a naked piece of body had been begging to be touched all evening. And when he said all, he meant, all evening. Since the sun went down, to this second in your hallway. Newt stood pinned against your body and the wall and lifted his eyes. You had been hinting all evening, his mouth tilted upwards, that you wanted this so why would he be one to deny it when it was so close? He finally figured out your game, and to say that he was proud of himself for catching on would be an absolute understatement.

“There are quite a few names to which I could call you right now,” He whispered, pressing his mouth against your ear, “Let me think…” The rush of his fingers now touching your bare skin rose goosebumps onto your arms and through your body. Even if it were chaste and inexperienced, you wouldn’t have it any other way or with anyone else. “Seductress,” He began, relying on the depth of his voice rather than the actual volume, “Or are you a temptress? Are they the same thing, or is there a difference? Of course-” His hands rose from your skin before pattering back down on your back, where the dress too, left little to be imagined. It dipped far, resting to stop on the small of your back. He didn’t allow his curious fingers to dive any lower than the base of your neck though. That’s where they rested, and that’s where they would tickle you. “Seducing and tempting are very similar, but not the same. To seduce is to be… Well, pulled into a sexual act, isn’t it? Whereas, one would use the word ‘tempt’ in a more subtle, gentler tone.”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you vaguely questioned where this sudden burst of confidence came from as his voice tuned down your hallway, echoing off the plaster walls. You had thought, for at least a minute that maybe he was turning this into a lesson, into a lecture like he did when put into nervous situations. He’d begin blundering, finding a way out without actually confronting the situation he was put in front of. But, after giving it a good hard think, you deduced that it couldn’t have been that. The way that he was speaking to you, so huskily, the way his hands were raking along bits of your body that he hadn’t actually seen before, were telltale signs that this was something else. This was slacked confidence, raw emotion and genuine sex appeal. A side of Newt that you didn’t even know existed was getting clearer and clearer the more he allowed himself to build up in self-awareness.

“Allow me to ask…” Newt swallowed, kissing the shell of your ear, “Am I seducing, or am I tempting?” He pushed his head back and gazed down at you. Through the very little light you were getting, you could see a bit his beautiful eye color. “I know what you are, or at the very least, I know what you’re trying to do.”

“May I ask what you think that is?”

Newt gave you a small grin, pecking your lips before uttering against them, “You’re being a big flirt who’s denying me the simplest of pleasures, like an actual kiss.”

“Why give you the pleasure of such when you’re the one so blantly seducing me?” Your tone of voice dropped as you attempted to stay in control.

“Me?” He questioned. Heat burned on the tips of his ears, down his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose at your accusation. “I’m not one to seduce, and you know that.”

“Don’t lie.” You snickered, “At the very least-” You mocked him, “You’re building yourself to be a small bit tempting.”

“Never.” He shook his head in playful denial, his beautifully ashy hair bouncing along with the movement. You found yourself entranced for a second at his unspoken beauty. “I would never do such a thing to you.”

“Lies.” You ran your hands up his chest to rest them on his shoulders. Newt licked his bottom lip at the sensation of your hands running along his body, even if he was fully clothed in front of you. That was something he’d never get used to. The meager brush of your hands, and what they would do to him in moments like this constantly amazed him. “You’re tempting. Standing there, looking amazingly beautiful…” His eyebrows raised at your choice of words, “Oh excuse me-” You spoke sarcastically, “Did I say beautiful? I meant handsome.”

“I’d have been okay with beautiful.” Newt laughed quietly. Keeping one hand rested on the back of your neck, he swooped his right hand forward and put it under your chin. There, he propped your head up so he could properly look down at you.

“I was going to use pretty.” Your expression was smug, teasing and a bit flirtatious. He could see the latter, especially in the little glint behind your eyes.

“I’d have been alright with pretty as well,” His voice dropped once again as he looked at you lovingly. “But, I’d prefer to call you that.”

“I hope you don’t just like me because I’m pretty.” You pouted. Newt shook his head once again with a small cackle. Keeping the position of his hands, he pushed himself off the wall, successfully moving you back so you were now pinned between the wall behind you and his body.

“I love you because you understand me, which I had been looking for. And, honestly. I had lost hope. I was ready to marry Pickett, because I thought only he would understand my blabbering.” Newt joked, the hand under your chin now dropped to dance down your neck before caress your sternum. “Imagine that, Pickett Scamander. Sounds pretty awful to me.”

“Who’s to say I want to marry you?” He raised his brows once again, only this time in a way that said, ‘Are you kidding me?’ Newt was right to react in such a way, though your question once more of a tease than to be taken literally.

“Who’s to say I’ll ever ask?” He replied rather smoothly, his eyebrows still skeptical. “Unless you, my love, intend to tie me up and make me, you can’t assure that I ever will pop that question.”

“I actually expected it tonight.” You admitted, “Queenie may have let it slip that you were planning it-”

“Wait, wait-” Newt panicked, feeling his heart drop into his stomach at the sound of your statement.

“She also told me that Niffler stole the ring? Did you ever find it? Oh goodness, I hope you found it.”

“Of course I found it.” Newt scrambled slightly to rest one of his hands on his coat pocket, where the ring was lying snug.

Silence spilled between the two of you as he stood awkwardly in front of you. Mentally, he was cursing at Queenie for letting the cat out of the bag like this, but then again, she probably didn’t mean to. She rarely thinks before spilling out things like this. Getting vicious at her was going to do Newt no good right now. He drew a deep breath in, prepared to take on the accidental mishap with as much grace as he could.

“I was just kiddin’,” You popped your mouth and looked at your love in front of you, “Queenie didn’t… She didn’t tell me anything… I— was just playing around with you…”

He stopped moving altogether, and his breath hitched in his throat. It was coming to him now, the smack in the face of intense realization. “You didn’t….” You shook your head no, an obvious expression of guilt washing onto your face as you stared at him. “Oh, no…”

“I mean, now I do, and I know Niffler did steal the ring so…” Your voice cracked. “Surprise.”

“I was going to ask,” He said quickly and looked off to the side, “I just, couldn’t find the moment to do it? I mean, dinner, wouldn’t that be a cliché? I’m not a fan of doing it in such a way, I want you to remember it. I don’t want your engagement story to be a copycat of so many others.” He began speaking a bit faster, tears pricking at the back of his eyelids, “So, I thought, maybe on the walk home? But, I caught myself staring at you and before I knew it, you had lead me home, and then this, and now, and I thought maybe I could stave until the morning and perhaps… I don’t know, surprising you with a ring at breakfast? But, is that too cliche as well? I don’t know.

“Then last night, I nearly had a heart attack when I had misplaced the ring… what an irresponsible thing to have happened…” He rubbed his forehead, “I had left it sitting on my desk, and left for a moment, only a moment and when I came back it was gone. I went into an absolute frenzy. I should have figured it was Niffler, that little bugger… So obsessed with shiny things. He had taken it, and if I was bloody thinking, I’d have checked him first before throwing my case into a mess for two hours…

“And now, I’ve gone and ruined one of the biggest surprises of your entire life, because I couldn’t understand that you were only joking around. I ruined it…” He reached into the pocket of his jacket, plucking out a small velvet box, “This was meant to be something special, not some night of-of…”

“Newt.” You spoke quietly, contradicting his frantic voice. Reaching up with your right hand, you put it onto of his. “Shhh…”

“But, I…”

“You didn’t ruin it, it just…” You puffed, “Didn’t go as planned. That’s okay…” He swallowed quietly and balled his hand into a fist around the small box in his hand. “Any moment you asked me would have been special. I’m positive I’d have remembered it for the rest of my life, just like how I’m going to remember this…” You laughed quietly and clasped your hands around his, “I mean, you still get to ask… If you still want to…”

“I do…” Newt looked at his hand, “How do you want me to? I guess, at this point it doesn’t matter, does it…?”

You thought for a second and smiled lovingly, “Do it the way you want.”

He took a deep breath in and nodded, dropping to his knee without a second thought. Despite his attempt to remain cool and situated, his mind was racing. Of course before hand, he had mentally written a letter, things he was going to say to you but now that it was actually happening, he couldn’t find where he had stored it. Newt was left speechless. He kissed your knuckles slowly, looking up at you as you pulled your hand away from his balled fist so he could open the velvet box. It was smooth under his fingertips, alarmingly so that Newt actually found himself shaking in an attempt to open it as quickly as possible.

“I never imagined myself to be the type to marry, simply because for years, I was seemingly married to creatures and to finishing my book…” Newt told you, “Maybe love was for some, and never for me. I didn’t need it, until I met you… Everything changed then…”

His voice was breaking with emotions as he stared down at the ring, “I can’t give you much, other than a case full of creatures, an old scarf, a few bow-ties and magic spells and maybe a good solid kiss every so often, and I know not a lot of people would jump to be with someone as… Annoying as I, but for you, it seemed to be considerably different….

“From the time that Queenie had informed me that you thought I was, quote ‘Cute’, to the first actual encounter, there was something so different about you, and I couldn’t take my attention off of you. The way you walked, carrie yourself, the way you talked with such confidence, something that I wish I had, and something you’ve actually helped me with… I cannot thank you enough for the opportunities and things you have shown me…

“And if you’d allow me, for the rest of our lives…” He looked up at you Newt’s stare was intense, digging deeply into your own that you could almost feel him infiltrating your thoughts. “I’d love to show you equally amazing things… If you’d allow me the pleasure of a ‘yes’ to my next very needed question so I can stop talking and finally kiss you.” He fumbled, raising his wrist slightly to reveal to you the ring that he had so carefully thought about and chose. It was simple, but beautiful.

 A golden band and placed delicately in the center was a flower of diamonds. Small, beautiful and absolutely everything you could have ever wanted all rolled into one ring. You sniffled, staring at it for a moment before looking back at Newt. And the second your eyes caught hold of his, the question flowed from his mouth and sang into your ears.

“Will you, (Full Name) the love of my life, and the dazzling, perfect, amazing mother to my creatures… Will you marry me?”

Hey guys, hope you enjoyed because I know I had a lot of fun writing it! Reblogs and likes are appreciated. Stay tuned for more Newt! :D 

I left it on a cliffhanger, for a reason guys. ;) More to come.

noisypenguinbluebird  asked:

Sleepover Headcanons for the RFA + V and Saeran?~

i wrote this as it was the first night you spent together, before you were officially a couple, so prepare yourself for pure fluff!


  • Gaming all night!
  • Board games or video games, doesn’t matter - this guy is in it to win it
  • You’ll end up having a great time!
  • Cute little cheek kisses as prizes for each other when the other person wins
  • So much snacks
  • You would probably be dead tired by the morning and get scolded by Jaehee, but it would be worth it


  • Really hesitant to let you spend the night as first because of The Beast™, but warmed up to it when you said that you wanted to have a spa night
  • You know those stereotypical people with green face masks, cucumbers on their eyes and towels on their heads
  • That was the two of you
  • Insisted on sleeping on the couch while you slept in his bed, but you snuck out and cuddled him because you couldn’t sleep
  • He pretended to be asleep as he didn’t want to disturb you, but he was probably having a hard time controlling himself


  • You guessed it
  • Zen’s musicals all night
  • She wanted to show you her favorites all of them, and had never had a best friend to have a sleepover with before!
  • Made warm drinks every so often to help you stay awake
  • Provided you with blankets and cuddles all night until you fell asleep on each others shoulders at around 5 am


  • He would be kind of awkwardly official in the beginning of the evening
  • A big, fancy dinner in his suit while you just wore sweatpants and an old, oversized shirt, feeling kind of uncomfortable
  • “Jumin, I’m not a business man you need to impress, can’t you just be more casual with me?”
  • He was confused at first, but when you requested that he changed to more comfortable clothes and he actually did, you were shook please don’t kill me for using the word shook it was ironic
  • Sleepy cuddles with Jumin and Elizabeth


  • I swear on everything holy that his nerd would make a blanket fort on the floor
  • Then he would ask you for the password and refuse to let you in until you had guessed it
  • Or just gotten so tired of him that you threw a pillow at him, that would probably work too
  • Even after you had said goodnight, you would lay on hours on your phones and show each other stupid memes


  • Literally the most relaxing person in the world
  • He had always liked reading, and if he hadn’t gotten his eye surgery yet, he would ask you to read for him
  • Would make a game out of showing you a picture he had taken and saying a few sententes, then show you another one and ask you to continue the story he just started
  • Then say something about another picture and continue like that until you had an entire story
  • Bedtime cuddles!


  • He had been looking forward to spending time with you alone, without Seven constantly running around and shipping the two of you
  • He’s too shy and stubborn to admit that he likes you
  • Would feel weird if you slept in his room, so you ended up on the couch
  • Movies and ice cream!
  • He likes the night sky and stars, so he had put up glow in the dark stars on the roof
  • He would probably fall asleep fairly early as your presence calms him down
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harry stripped in the behind the album vid and i… got some feels about it… so enjoy harry’s pain kink mixed with a bit of waxing :)

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BTS Reacts: Your Emotional Performance as Their Ex

Request: Can you do a BTS reaction of him seeing you his ex (also an idol) on stage (or on tv) crying because she sang a song that reminded her of him. Thank you, sorry if you didn’t understand me. 

Originally posted by rrapmonstur

Seokjin (Jin)

Seokjin’s hands itched to hold you close. The burning prickle to run his hands through your soft locks, cradle your cheek in his large palm and whisper sweet promises into your ear. The breakup had been messy; your company finding out about your secret blossoming relationship without any regard for your dating ban had even Bang Shi Hyuk stepping in to avoid disaster.

“Not for me,

I don’t think it will be easy,

You still fill up my day to day,

Not yet,

I repeat it like a fool,

But I can’t swallow the words on my lips,

It’s not fine, ah~”

Your voice echoed powerfully throughout the arena, pouring every emotion, every tear into the words of your song. You gazed across the audience, faces blurring together until you landed on Seokjin’s tall frame, easily recognizable in the front row tables. Tears began welling in your eyes, unsaid words pouring out to the crowd that you prayed he alone would understand.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Fine”

Originally posted by btsgotsvt

Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi lounged in one of the comfy couches of the waiting room, makeup and hair already done. The sound of the TV airing the groups who just performed filtered in through the air, idly listening over the banter of the rest of the members as he checked his social media.

The sound of your voice echoed throughout the room, too loudly in Yoongi’s ears as his attention snapped to the TV. The screen was filled with an image of you, one he had committed to memory, every flaw, every dark circle under your eyes during the long, sleepless nights.

“It’s 11:11,

When there’s not much time left to the day,

When we used to make wishes and laugh,

Everything reminds me of you,

The wind is as cold as the edge of your heart,

When I open the window, you blow in,

When this time passes, will this breakup be over? Yeah~

Will I forget you?”

The small acoustic performance fit you. You were never one for fussy stages or complicated songs. You preferred raw, emotional ballads, songs that spoke to the heart and pulled at your memories.

Yoongi’s jaw set, an attempt to control his features. Jimin came up, camera in hand, light blinking blue on the back of his phone to signify he was shooting a V-Live.

Hyung, say hi!” Jimin took notice of Yoongi’s set features, and straightened posture and furrowed his brow. Yoongi gave a quick half smile to the camera and focused his attention back on the screen, where he caught the tail end of your performance, tears streaming down your face.

“Must be pre-show jitters,” Jimin commented to the camera, heading in the opposite direction towards Taehyung and Jungguk.

Yoongi quickly pulled out his black leather-bound notebook and a pen, and quickly started writing down thoughts, biting is lip to control all the aimless emotions in his head.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “11:11″

Originally posted by silenhciosa

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hoseok had stopped mid warmup to the sound of your voice filtering in through the practice room speakers hooked up to the radio. It echoed off the walls harshly, leaving him with no choice but to stand quietly and listen. It was a radio interview, promoting the new single you had just released the day prior.

“It’s more sad than what your fans are used to, isn’t it?” The host asked and you chuckled lightly, breath catching the mic.

“Yes,” you agreed. The ballad was a complete 180 from your normal pop style but you were happy with the change, Hoseok could hear it in your voice.

He knew he should have stopped, should have turned the station to something that played a mindless beat, the same rhythm over and over, something he could dance away all the thoughts running through his mind.

Hoseok walked over to the radio, hand gently laying on top with every intention of doing just that. But burning curiousity got the better of him at hearing your next words.

“I was in a really happy place when I wrote this. It’s about someone very dear; even though they are no longer in my life they continue to help me through my day to day.”

“Would you like to sing an piece of it for your fans?” the host asked.

“Of course.” Hoseok could hear the smile in your voice, could picture just how your lips lifted, and cheeks bunched up, nose scrunching the tiniest bit. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, your angelic voice filling his ears.

“Cause you are,

The light that feel on me,

You are,

Like a beautiful dream,

With seven rays, the whole world,

Is dyed even more beautifully,

Always, yeah you are,”

The interview became quiet and a small sniffle Hoseok recognized immediately as yours permeated the air waves. “Would you like to take a quick break?” the host offered.

With that, Hoseok immediately turned the station and rubbed a sweaty palm over his face. He exhaled heavily, a deep set frown etched onto his lips. He began to stretch his limbs thoroughly, planning to throw himself into practice to try and forget the words etched into his heart, your voice ringing in his ears.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “U R”

Originally posted by nnochu

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Namjoon stood in between his members, smile plastered dumbly on his face even though his insides felt full of mud. His brain processed things slowly, but heart beat that challenged that of a race horse. He hadn’t been this close to you since your split, conflicting schedules being the sole reason. Butterflies blossomed in his chest and soared through his veins at the sight of you, and from the blush that was dusting your cheeks, he was hoping your feelings hadn’t faded either.

“So, (Y/N)-ssi,” Don started. “I hear you wrote your newest promotional song.”

The faint blush deepened and you covered you mouth with a sleeved hand. “Yes, that’s right,” you smiled shyly.

“Mind giving us a sneak peak?” Don asked. You looked over towards your manager, sitting off screen, and he gave two thumbs up. You smiled and nodded, exhaling sharply.

“Still, I hear your sounds,

And still, I feel your hand,

Even today, I lived within your tracks,

Still, I see your image,

And still, I feel your warmth,

Even today, I lived inside your time.”

Your eyes glassed over with the beginnings of tears, and you covered your face, embarrassment creeping up your spine. The rest of your members smiled fondly and clapped, as Bangtan clapped as well and made noises of approval.

Something like pride flooded Namjoon’s chest before he quickly squashed that down. He would let himself have this moment, let show a smile fonder than the rest of his members, before he would go back to being polite yet aloof, keeping a respectful distance from your group.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Time Walking on Memories”

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung leaned over, large hand covering his mouth. “Jiminnie, I don’t know if I can do this.” He licked his dry lips and leaned back to gaze at Jimin, an unfamiliar, serious expression setting Taehyung’s features.

Jimin smiled apologetically and gave a reassuring squeeze to his knee, resting his hand there. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, handing wiping aimlessly at his mouth, as he watched the staff set up for your solo stage. The lights dimmed, and Taehyung could feel his heart begin to pound as you made your way onto the stage, front and center, to the lone mic.

You smiled warmly at the crowd as the soft piano filled the arena. You searched for Taehyung in the crowd, but were unable to find him in the dim lighting. Your heart sank a little at not being able to see him, but knowing his eyes were trained on you alone gave you the confidence to sing your deepest feelings in front of so many prying eyes.

“I don’t know since when, in this endless ordeal,

Your gaze whispers to me, “It’s okay,”,

Then there’s you,

At the end of my parched world,

Oh, it’s you,

Became sweet rain and made it fall,

For a long time, deep in my heart,

This precious word I’ve hidden away,

I love you,”

Your voice choked on the last note, tears running down your face as you unabashedly let them fall. Taehyung’s He ached to hold you. To wipe away your tears. Your relationship hadn’t been the best. You fought, argued about pointless things, neither one wanting to admit they were wrong. But when things were going right, it was amazing. Pillow fights, tickle wars, cooking that always ended in disaster and takeout. You were someone he looked forward to talk to every night, be it over the phone or through a computer screen. Taehyung gulped down the lump in his throat, willing away any form of tears that might betray his stoic face.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Secret”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


“My meaningless days with the truth of you not being there,

The tower of the future built with anticipation collapses in a single moment, oh,

The big embrace that would hug even despair will only be hollow,

Your lie that didn’t know gaze and touch,

It’s over, all of it,”

Your words screamed into the mic of your solo stage rang through Jimin’s chest louder than he thought any song ever could. Your words filled with the distrust you felt then made his skin crawl, sick with disgust for his own actions. He had never meant for any of it to happen, for it to get so out of hand. And when you walked in, right in the middle of everything, Jimin felt your trust crumble instantly.

Jimin could feel your eyes on him, even if it was only his imagination at play. He itched to hide behind his hair, anything to get you out of his line of sight.  He watched as tears clung to your lashes, and could almost feel the pounding of your heart.

Jimin kept a careful stoic face, but not having the courage to watch you perform, instead aiming his gaze at the stage floor where the lights shone brightly on you. You finished your performance with cheers and whistles from the crowd, and the look of triumph aimed in Jimin’s direction had him sinking further into his seat, wishing it would just swallow him whole.

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s “Fire”

Originally posted by cuteguk

Jungguk (Jungkook)

Jungguk prayed that if there were any cameras filming this joint radio interview, that he would be as inconspicuous as possible. It was by sheer bad luck that BTS’s sister group, your group, had been invited along to the interview with their new studio album being released. He should have known when one of their managers pulled him aside before the interview started and warned him you would be here, that he would not enjoy this experience.

Jungguk tried to steady his thrumming heart, his eyes unconsciously drifting to you when he wasn’t paying attention.

“So, (Y/N)-ssi,” the radio host began. Jungguk found himself watching you again, hoping his face remained as neutral as possible. “Is there any particular song you like best on the new album?”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “Yes, there is one song I’m really fond of. It’s one I wrote myself; a ballad.” A tight smile appeared on your delicate face, preparing yourself for the question that would come next.

“Would you mind singing a verse of it for us?”

You could feel Jungguk’s gaze lingering on you and looked to your leader beside you for courage. She gave a comforting smile as you exhaled deeply and closed your eyes.

“But still, when I think of your name,

Tears well up and when I close my eyes,

And even though everything has changed,

You’re always at the same place, looking the same,

Making me cry.”

You quickly wiped away the tears that stung your eyes and smiled sheepishly at the host. “That was beautiful,” she commented with a sad smile. “Is it about anyone in particular?”

You froze at the unexpected question and made the mistake of glancing at Jungguk. His eyes widened, and you could see how uncomfortable he had become, mouth slightly agape, shifting in his seat every couple of minutes. He gulped, and you quickly averted your gaze. You smiled shyly and waved your hand in front of your face, hoping to not look too apprehensive with your blatent lie. “Not, really. I-I just have a soft spot for ballads.”

English lyrics used: Taeyeon’s Time Lapse

anonymous asked:

Can we get a blurb on where you and harry have been dating for several months and you've always admired his cross necklace and he gives it to you for safe keeping while he is touring? can it be cute/smutty? please? :D x

The Necklace

“Why are you so fascinated with it?” he asks, gazing at your fingers caressing his cross necklace.

You glance at where your fingers are holding the necklace as you’re nestled against him in bed. The last hour was magnificent as he brought you to the brink again and again until you both finally tumbled over the end into oblivion. Now you’re simply enjoying the company of each other as Harry grazes his fingers over your shoulder.

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iKon Reaction to Their Wife Trying to Run Away with Their Unborn Child {Mafia AU}

anonymous  asked:

I’m the anon that requested the iKONxmafia au and I loved it!❤️ could I request another iKONxmafia au one where their wife tries to runway with their unborn child? Thaaank you~ you’re the only blog I have my notifications on for. 💕

Thanks sweetie ♥ Here you go :)

Warning: contains elements of violence or abuse

Kim Jinhwan (Jay)

Although you had planned your escape with your unborn baby well in advance and were most secretive about it, Jinhwan did not fail to notice the subtle changes in your behavior. The way your eyes darted around the room when you were talking to him, the way you bit your bottom lip more frequently, and the way you flinched almost unnoticeably whenever there was a loud noise gave away your tension. Not even your sweet smiles and the loving words you whispered into Jinhwan’s ears every night could hide your nervousness. He knew you too well, and he could read you like an open book. Although he knew that you were planning to run away, he kept quiet in hope you would change your mind. One night, when Jinhwan was out “to do business”, you decided that it was time to leave your old life behind and flee to a place where your child could grow up in peace and safety. When your husband came back late at night, he was not surprised to find your shared apartment empty. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he turned to his two bodyguards and gave them orders, annoyance prominent in his voice. “Go find her right now, she is headed to the airport. Her plane did not depart yet, but I advise you to hurry before it does.” Once the two men left, Jinhwan plopped down onto the couch and massaged his temples with his fingers. “Y/N, you would be dead meat if I did not love you so much. Did you really think you could fool me this easily? Just wait until you get home, and you will plead for my mercy.” But although his words would be harsh, he would not dare to physically hurt you since he would never want to hurt the tiny spark of life inside of your belly.

Song Yunhyeong (Song)

“What the fuck are you doing?” The icy and alarmingly calm voice of your husband made you swing around, panic clearly visible on your face. He was supposed to be out on a raid against of one of his rival groups, and since you had planned to run away from him to protect your unborn child weeks ago, you decided that tonight was your opportunity to put your plan into action. You were in the middle of stuffing clothes and other necessities into a black duffel bag when the person you expected least to appear in your apartment interrupted you and got wind of your secret. Sweat broke out on your forehead and your heart started to pound so fast that you were unable to utter anything that would explain what you were doing. You were terrified at the thought of what Yunhyeong could do to you and your baby, and your eyes were frantically scanning the room for something to defend yourself with. Yunhyeong’s angry snort broke the silence between you two, and before you were able to act, he came over and threw you onto the bed. In the blink of an eye, he had pinned you down on the mattress, holding both of your wrists with one of his hands while making you completely immobile by pressing down on you with the mere weight of his body. What scared you most was not the pain that shot through your arms and chest, but the wild look on your husband’s face. “Do you really think you can run away from me? I love you way too much to let that happen.” He would hold you down just a little longer to leave bruises on your wrists and demonstrate his physical strength, but he would make sure not to hurt the unborn child which he already locked in his heart. Yunhyeong would tell his bodyguards to watch over you even more closely, and make sure to prevent any other attempts of escape.

Kim Jiwon (Bobby)

A defiant look was on your face when your husband entered the room. Upon hearing that you had escaped your shared apartment, Jiwon had told his bodyguards to look for you and bring you back. Although you had tried your best to hide at a shabby cafe outside the city, your husband’s network of informers was more elaborate than you had expected. Now, you were tied on a chair in your own apartment, unable to move your arms and legs. On top of that, Jiwon’s bodyguards had dared to put a piece of cloth around your mouth so that you were completely unable to talk. When he saw the state you were in, he let out an irritated sigh. “Did I tell you to put that cloth around her mouth?” “She did not want to stop cursing and biting us,” his bodyguards quickly defended themselves. If Jiwon had not been upset about your attempt to run away from him, he would probably have been amused at your behavior. This time though, his expression was icy as he made his way over to you. “What the hell were you thinking?” He grabbed you by the hairline and forced you to look up at him, using just enough force to intimidate but not hurt you. “Don’t you dare imagine this child is yours only. I have a right to see it grow up. And don’t expect me to go easy on you from now on. You’ll have to make up for your audacity.” Although Jiwon’s words and actions would be harsh the next few days, he would soon show you that he loved you too much to be mad at you much longer. Instead, he would do his best to create a safer space for you and the unborn baby so that you would never attempt to run away from him again.

Kim Hanbin (B.I)

You had finally found the perfect day to run away from your husband. The tiny spark of life inside of you grew bigger and stronger every day, and it tore you apart to imagine your child growing up in such a tainted place as Hanbin’s gang. You loved your husband, but you also wanted to protect your child from a precarious and dangerous future. Hanbin was at the gang’s headquarters right now, planning his next raid, and you had a good feeling that your plan would go smoothly. You were just about to board the train that would take you away from your old life, when you felt strong fingers wrapping around your wrist. You turned around to check who was holding you back, and the look of annoyance on your face turned into one of fear in a matter of milliseconds. It was no other than Hanbin. The blank look in your husband’s eyes sent cold shivers up and down your spine. You were too shocked to struggle against him or call for help when he pulled you away from the train and to his car. You knew that it would be of no use anyway. You did not dare to ask him how he had found you and why he was not at the headquarters because you knew that it would only make him more upset. Neither of you spoke a word on the way home, and when you entered your shared apartment, you could hear the loud bang of the door which Hanbin had slammed shut angrily. But when he turned to you, you could detect not an irritated but hurt look on his face. “Why did you run away? If you are not happy here, you should have told me.” With a sad look at your growing belly, he would add, “I want the baby to grow up in safety too… You know, I cannot let you go this easily. But I can try my best to create a happier and safer space for the three of us. Just have faith in me, okay?”

Kim Donghyuk (DK)

When you did not answer his eleventh call, his worry slowly started to transform into panic. You had been missing for the last four hours, and although he had sent his bodyguards to look for you, none of them had reported that they had found you yet. He would never be able to forgive himself if something happened to you and the baby.  He had been looking forward to the day to finally become a father, and thinking about that he might lose both of you made his stomach turn.  But when, after another two nerve-wracking hours of waiting, his men finally dragged you into your shared apartment, his expression turned into one of anger and disappointment as soon as he was informed that you had tried to run away from him. He never expected you to dare something as reckless as this, but it seemed that you had learned quite a few things from living with him and his gang for such a long time. He slowly walked over to you and you could see him swallow hard. You kicked at the shin of the man who had been holding you, and he finally let go of you. When you looked up at your husband, a defiant look on your face, you suddenly got scared of what was going to happen next. Donghyuk had raised his right hand and you were sure he was going to slap your face. You already squinted your eyes and prepared yourself for the impact, only to be met with surprise when you never felt your husband’s hand on your cheek. You glanced up at him and realized that he had turned away from you, his hands shaking. “I am fucking mad at you right now. Just… never run away from me again. You know I love you too much to lose or even hurt you and the baby.”

Koo Junhoe (Ju-ne)

You had always been a little headstrong, but Junhoe didn’t mind. In fact, he liked that you were not as obedient as all the other women he knew, and he respected that you needed your own space every now and then. But when one of his informants told him that he had spotted you and one of your friends at a secluded restaurant, planning your escape with the unborn child, Junhoe thought that you had crossed the line and would not be treated with mercy this time. When you were dragged back to your apartment by two of your husband’s men, Junhoe was already waiting for you, sitting on a chair in the middle of the living room. His arms and legs crossed and his lips pursed, he looked at you with a cold expression on his face. The way he was staring at you reminded you of an interrogation of one of his victims, and you knew there was no way to make excuses for your attempt to run away from him. All you had wanted to do was to protect your baby from a cruel future,  but you had failed and would not get a second chance. However, instead of questioning you, Junhoe would simply say, “Do you know how fucking lucky you are? If you were not my wife and did not have my baby in your belly, you would be dead meat right now. And don’t you think I will forgive you that easily.” He would feel disappointed and hurt by your lack of trust in him to be a good father, and the next few days he would be very distant and cold to you. It would take you some time to regain his trust, and even then he would make sure that his men were always watching you.

Jung Chanwoo (Chan)

Chanwoo had already prepared for the case that you attempted to run away from him, and he was not the least concerned when he found your shared apartment empty one night. Your escape was more like a game to him, and he knew that it was only a matter of time until you would come crawling back to him, begging him to show mercy and take you in again. He had made sure to cut you off from any sources to get access to money or help from your friends, and he even manipulated your travel documents so that you would not be able to take any airplanes or trains in this country. His precautionary actions would work impeccably, and he was almost excited to see you return. Although it took a few days longer than he had expected, you had finally accepted that your attempt to run away from your husband had failed and that you had no choice but to come back to him. When he came home from one of his raids one night and found you taking a bath in the tub, he would enter the bathroom with a triumphant smirk on his face. Chanwoo would pretend as if nothing was wrong, strip out of his clothes and join you in the hot water. Both of you would avoid the topic of your unsuccessful escape while your husband would wash your hair and caress your growing belly. Right before ending his bath, he would lean to your ear and whisper, “Did you really think you could leave me that easily? This baby is mine as much as it is yours, and I hope you finally understand how much the two of you depend on me.”

Forever and Always-Part One

Originally posted by margotskarsgard

Summary: For thousands of years I have done nothing but run. It appears as though everyone I love dies and I didn’t want the same for him. My love for him grows stronger and stronger with each passing day. I just wish that he knew, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I fell in love with Niklaus Mikaelson.

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

(Y/N)= Your Name
(Y/L/N)=Your Last Name

Word Count: You’re going to need to drink some coffee and have some popcorn ready because this is long!

Characters: Reader, Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Henrik Mikaelson, Mikael Mikaelson, Esther Mikaelson.


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CP bachelor AU: part 7

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Laurent isn’t stupid enough to take someone like Jokaste entirely at her word. He sends Nicaise to talk to Kyrina, for corroboration, and doesn’t act immediately. For a few days he considers his options; there are benefits to knowing something that the person playing on the other side of the board isn’t aware of you knowing. There are ways to use a pawn against its master.

In the end, he decides to deal with it directly. Minimise the damage, and move on.

They’re filming at the house again. The eight remaining suitors are proving their domestic skills in what Laurent expected Damen to declaim as a celebration of archaic gender roles. However, it turns out that Damen has no objections given that four of them are male, and even Damen might be willing to let his taste buds override his conscience when it comes to chocolate cake.

Some of Halvik’s eclectic experience was on a cooking show, back in the nineties, so Laurent lets her handle most of the actual baking segments. When Laurent strides onto the set, Halvik has disappeared and Aimeric is overseeing the aftermath, which largely consists of Damen eating cupcakes while the suitors ‘accidentally’ get icing on their fingers and try to lick it off in Damen’s line of sight.

“Stop,” Laurent commands.

Filming grinds to a halt. Laurent directs his gaze pointedly to the huddle of giggles in the corner of the kitchen nearest the pantry; Kallias looks up from where he is, apparently, sifting icing sugar into Erasmus’s hair. Erasmus is flushed with laughter.

“Aimeric,” Laurent says, into the expectant silence. “You’re fired.”

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Falling for a Kean.

//Jerome x Reader.

A/n: I’m sorry all of the Gotham requests are taking so long. (Also sorry that this one ended out of nowhere, and didn’t really have a ending? I just wanted to get out one more before I take a small break from Gotham writing, so I just ended this one abruptly.)

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n is the younger sister to Barbara, and when she found out she was sent to Arkham, she visited her every day, somehow managing to catch the eye of the crazy ginger who would do anything to be with y/n.

Rating: Fluff.

Warnings: None.

Title: Falling for a Kean. //


Y/n rushes through the doors once they let her in, shooting right past the guards. She runs up to the bars and grasps them tightly, her eyes scanning the group. Her eyes finally spot the back of a blonde head, and her heart practically leaps into her throat. “Barbara!” She calls out, grabbing the attention of not only Barbara, but everyone else. All eyes turn to stare at the unfamiliar voice, although y/n does care. She moves over to the door, staring up at the guard. “Let me in.” She demands, her voice cracking slightly.

The guard looks down at her, clearly bored out of his mind. His gaze scans her body-only to check for any visible weapons- before shrugging half-heartedly and stepping aside, unlocking the door. He couldn’t care less what happened to her, let alone any of the patients. Y/n bursts forward, running past everyone else and straight into Barbara’s arms.

“Aw, sis, are you okay?” Barbara whispers, holding her tightly. Y/n nods her head, her whole body shaking slightly.

“I’ve just missed you, Barb. You’re the only one who has always been there for me…you know how mom and dad ar- were.” She corrects herself quickly before pulling away and smiling up at Barbara dryly. “It’s taking some time to get used to that…the fact that they’re gone.” For the first time, Barbara’s eyes fill with regret.

“How’ve you been taking it, kiddo?” She asks, ruffling y/n’s hair. She shrugs, blinking quickly.

“Let’s not talk about me,” she whispers, staring down at the floor. “Tell me what it’s like in here.”

As Barbara launches into a rant about how this place was the worst, y/n tries to listen. She does, she tries really hard. But something about how the ginger stares at her, sitting only a few feet away, chills her to her core.


Right when y/n is out the door, Jerome hoists himself into the seat next to her.

“So, spill blondie; who was that?”

“That was my sister you dweeb.”

“Your sister? Oo-hoo, I like her. So, what’s to know about her?” He asks, resting his chin on his palm and staring up at her. Barbara rolls her eyes.

“She’s my sister, that’s all you need to know.” Before she can stand up, Jerome stands, moving over and blocking her way.

“Oh, come on Barbara. Don’t be like that. Just let me know what she’s like. Or better yet; what she likes.” Barbara glances over at her, resting her chin in her hand.

“Why do you want to know, Jerome? Are you interested in her?” Jerome’s spine stiffens at this, and he sputters indignantly.

“You wish,” he drawls, moving his hand in a circular motion. “I’m just curious. Ya know, what could the sister of a killer be like? Is she insane like us? Or…sweet and innocent? Hmm?” Barbara rolls her eyes and picks up her magazine.

“Oh, I’ll let your imagination fill in that part.” She glances at him sideways. “If you really want to know about y/n- my baby sister, I guess I could tell you.” Jerome nods frantically.

“What’s her favorite color, her favorite food, her fa-”

“Hey, calm down! If I tell you this, it’ll be on my own terms.” Barbara mutters. Jerome sighs and drags a hand down his face, groaning.

“Fine, fine!” He growls, rolling his eyes and slapping the table. “So, tell me. Go! What is it that she likes, hm?” Jerome bounces in his seat.

“Hm…I’m not really up for it now. Tomorrow, okay?” She smiles, and turns away.

What?” He hisses, grabbing her arm. “Tell me, now.” Barbara raises her eyebrows and smiles overly-sweetly at him.

“Or, I could just not tell you at all.” Jerome hisses through his teeth and glares at the ground.

“Fine. When will you tell me?”

She laughs. “Tomorrow. Maybe, if you could do something for me.”


“Get me some time, and a phone.”

“You got it, won’t take long.”

“Once you get me that, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about my sister.”