did i spell that right wow

Quotes I've Said While Reading Fics PT. 4

*thinking to myself* Oh god, how do I respond? How does one respond when your mother asks what you’re reading. I’m reading smut, mom.
*Out loud* Oh, just an online story.

“She seems too nice. This won’t end well…”
“FUCK, I WAS RIGHT.”

“I can’t even focus on the words, it’s 2 am, the screen is swimming. I need to go to bed.”

“Oh! I know the perfect song to go with this chapter!”

“Did you make a fucking Frozen reference? Followed by a Mean Girls reference? No.”

“That’s inaccurate.”

“What is punctuation? This person doesn’t know.”

“This is just words. Where are the paragraphs?”

“This isn’t proper grammar or spelling. Stop it. Get some help.”

“Wow, what a sick burn!” *Ironically dabs*

“In the words of Daniel James Howell: back thE FUCK UP.”

“Don’t these characters know that death is bad for someone’s health?”

“Oh my god! Clean and sharpen your knife! If you keep using it without proper care, it won’t kill people as easily!” *Whispers* “I’m sane, I promise.”

“I swear if he does what I think he will, I’m throwing my phone.”

“I’M THROWING MY PHONE.”
“I’m talking to myself, shit.”

sm in 2017:

  • spelt boa’s name wrong for her *17th anniversary album (lol whoops also did i mention they just overlapped red velvet’s comeback right around hers tlak about consistency) and has a history of just not bothering to spell their artist’s names correctly in general
  • red velvet promoting their comeback before it was cut off for exo’s comeback
  • screwing over the release of holiday night with their supply always understocked, messing up the dates of the digital and physical release, and cutting off their promotions short after only one week
  • where’s f(x)???? there’s been no updates about them for awhile??? is amber okay??

some of yall: wow xD kokobop was the release of the summer sm really doesn’t disappoint, i can’t wait for nct666 to release their next single, etc!!

Magic Related  {Sentence starters}

  • “Is that a spellbook?" 
  • "What sorcery is this?!" 
  • "Yeah, right. Magic’s not real.”
  • “I didn’t know magic was real!”
  • “What kind of spells can you do?" 
  • "Want to see a cool spell I learned?" 
  • "Want to see something really cool?" 
  • "Wow, you’re actually a wizard/witch!”
  • “How did you do that? It’s like magic!”
  • “Yeah, I can cast spells. What about it?" 
  • "Can you teach me how to use magic?" 
  • "What will you do? Turn me into a frog?" 
  • "People cant normally do that, can they?" 
  • "Does that mean you’re a warlock, then?”
  • “Whatever you do, don’t cast that on me!" 
  • "I’m not ashamed to admit I can do magic.”
  • “So how long have you been doing magic?" 
  • "What are you, some kind of witch/wizard?!" 
  • "Leave me alone. I’ll turn you into something gross." 
  • "No. No, you can’t ask me to turn you into something." 
  • "If I show you what I can do, will you keep it a secret?" 
  • "So, do you actually ride a broomstick, or is that a myth?”
  • “He/She/They hurt you, huh? Okay, name a curse. Nasty as you want.”
Fire Emblem Fates Private Quarters sentence starters

“Did you need some music to relax to?”
“I would love to hear the story of how you fell in love…”

“I’m glad we’re finally getting the chance to know each other.”

“Is this about the thing I broke? I am SO sorry!”

“I brought you a snack…Oops.”

“thanks for inviting me over…and for not asking me to clean your room!”

“Thanks for always being so nice to me…”

“I know we’re friends, but I’m still happy to work for you.”

“I’ll always walk by your side. And hopefully not trip you constantly.”

“Care for a cup of tea? I brought a hot kettle just in case.”

“I though you might be famished, so I brought you some refreshments.”

“Do other guests get the same sterling treatment here?”

“When we’re together like this, it feels just like old times.”

“Would you mind if I hide out here awhile?”
“Thanks to you, I am still alive. Thank you, my friend.”

“I shall dedicate every waking moment to securing your health and happiness.”

“I hope you like talking about animal husbandry and cooking…”

“I’m not sure it’s good for me to be seen in here…”

“Teaching you to pick a lock won’t take long, but I gotta ask… Why?”

“I can think of a few people who’d hate to see us being friendly like this.”

“Y'know, if things had turned out differently, we could have really gotten to be friends.”

“I’m glad you invited me here. I really needed a break.”

“If this is how it is, I’ll get my slippers. We can all cuddle.”

“What’s with all the racket in here? Are you playing the drums or something?”

“Why did you invite me here again?”

“I finally feel like I can trust you. What? It’s a compliment!”

“I Really appreciate you offering to help. You give the best advice.”

“Your room is so nice… Thanks for giving me a tour.”

“If you don’t mind, maybe we could spend more time together. Is that selfish?”

“You make me want to try my hardest to be a better person!”

“You sent for me? Well, I’ve got a few questions to ask you too.”

“That seemed completely pointless, But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“I’m sorry that you’re totally wrong about everything.“
“I know you wanted to talk to me about something, but I forgot what it was…”

“I wonder how you’d look in something new?”

“I don’t like being inside. I’d rather be outside training.”

“Shall I perform for you? Reciting poetry is one of my gifts…”

“My room was dark. You don’t mind if I sleep in here…do you?”

“Do you have anything to eat? I’m starving!

“I really miss my family sometimes…”
“Hey if you’re ever lonely… I’m here.”

“I’ve never felt so taken care of. I wouldn’t mind coming here more often…”

“Ok. Let’s hear your latest knock-knock joke. I hope it’s good.”

“You’re not going to lecture me on my temper again, are you?”

“I Brought some more face paint like you asked.”

“It’s brave to summon me when I’m all worked up. Are you ready to fight?”

“I’d be glad to help you with some chores. It’s no trouble at all…”

“Nothing is more important than training, but I suppose one must also rest every now and then.”

“Did you have a long day? Let me rub your head.”

“Just tell me who I need to kill to make you happy, sweetie.”

“What are you doing? You’re obviously not studying.”

“Are you ready for our tickle fight?”

“I’m planning to chat up some girls later. Mind if I run some lines by you?”
“This has been fun, but I need to get in some dance practice today.”

“You know what would look great on you? The blood of our enemies!”

“Next one I slay in battle is all for you!”
“You’re not going to make me play that game again, are you? I won fair and square!”

“I brought the poison like you asked. Do you want to taste it? A sip won’t kill you.”

“You didn’t summon me here to braid your hair, did you?”

“Who did you want to exact revenge on this time? Go ahead… you can tell me.”

“You seem nervous. Was this meant to be a date?”

“If you don’t have anything planned for tonight, I can think of a few suggestions…”

“It’s so revealing to see your room like this.”

“I’d offer to give you a massage, but…. I might break you.”

“You need a jar opened or something? No problem.”

“I am ready to administer Justice!”

“Tell me…. Does a vigorous romance keep you young at heart?”

“I hope you’re grateful to have such a safe haven.”

“I don’t know why…but I get exited every time you invite me over!”

“This was fun. Ok, bye.”

“Your room is looking really clean. Here. Let me sprinkle some dust around for you.”

“I’m ready to plan our next prank. So who’s the unlucky guy this time?”

“Kind of you to have me over. and not to clean, right?”

“May I assist you? We must keep your things in working order.”

“I’m here! Where are the appetizers? What kind of party is this?”

“It’s so weird to be a guest and not the host. I think I like it!”

“Your party games are the silliest. I’m taking notes…”

“I don’t need any divine insight to know we’ll always be friends.”

“I’m home! Are you going to ask me about my day now?”

“I’ve been rehearsing our duet. Should we do some vocal warm-ups?”

“Are you going to show me your drawing? I’d love to see your artwork.”

“Are you going to teach me that tune you were whistling?”
“I just clocked out. This won’t take long, will it?”

“Shall I brew you some coffee now? I could use some too.”

“I have up on a nap to come visit you… and I’m glad I did.”

“Are we here to chat, or is there something I should be apologizing for?”

“I’m glad we got to talk. It helps me forget about the bad stuff.”

“I picked some fragrant herbs for you… wanna smell?”

“So are we going to hang out…together?”

“Maybe i’ll bag a bear soon. I’ll bring it here if I do!”

“I came all the way here, so you better make it worth my while. A few cupcakes will do the trick.”

“Why would you invite me over during snack time? Snack time is sacred!”

“Let’s play! The floor is hot lava. Quick! Jump on the bed!”

“I didn’t realize this would be such an…informal…get-together”

“Is it customary for people to spend together time like this? I wasn’t aware…”

“You summon me here / For some poetry lessons. / Too bad you’re hopeless.”

“How very tranquil it is here. I wish the world was the same.”

“Wow. This room really IS a mess. You should really let me help.”

“I hope I’m the only one you invite back here….”

“I know I don’t NEED to put a spell on you…but I think I’m going to anyway.”

“May I look at your book collection again?”

“I wish you’d let me help you decorate. Some of these fabrics are so dreary!”

“All right, here’s my greatest beauty tip: love yourself, no matter what ugly things other people say.”

“Did you just invite me here to tease me… or what?”

“We’re not planning on staying up all night telling each other ghost stories, are we?”

“Anytime you want to clean, just ask me! We might find some lint!”

“Your room is huge! There’s tons of space to play!”

“I love hearing about your dreams.”

“I swear that when I achieve true transcendent power, I will use it in your service!”

“I’m here for my singing lessons. I know… I’m hopeless!”

“Do you want me to do the cheer-up dance? It will turn your frown upside down!”

“Whew…it’s hot in here! I’m just gonna take off my–Oh, sorry. Is that not appropriate?”

“You know what this place needs? Kitten posters!”

Meddling

Pairing: George X Tonks'Sister!Reader

Prompt: You big sister Tonks has always had a knack for getting in trouble. In most cases, that meant you managed to get in the crossfires somehow as well. This time, Tonks promised to do her best to not ruin your ‘not-a-date’ date with George.

Warnings: Siblings being siblings

A/N: I know the feel of having older siblings trying to embarrass you too well. Enjoy!

Originally posted by gryffindor-potter

“A what?” you asked.

“It’s a ‘not-a-date’ date,” Tonks replied, flipping the page of the newspaper. “Can you believe the stuff they write about Harry in here? Honestly, who do these so called reporters think they are?”

“I know, just like Rita Skeeter last year. So insufferable,” you agree.

For a few moments, you completely forget about what you were doing. You stared blankly at your closet, rummaging through the clothes with no idea of what you were looking for.

“He likes it when you wear the blue blouse,” you hear your sister say.

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Quiddich World Cup Disasters (George x reader)

Request- Hi! Um… since you needed requests I think a good idea would be you and George head to the quiddich World Cup together and when the death eaters come you get hurt and he helps you and there is flirting and fluff (hopefully I described it well!) ✌🏼-thx
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“Come on (y/n)!” George said pulling you up to the port key. “I’m coming slow down!” You laugh at your boyfriends excitement. Once you get to the port key you grab hold and are teleported somewhere. You landed gracefully until George fell back onto you. You both fall back. He stands up immediately “sorry, love.” You groan as he helps you up. “Jesus Georgie” you say rubbing your side on which you landed. He laughs swinging his arm around you as you find your tent. You walk inside the seemingly normal tent but once inside you notice the fireplace and kitchen. You hear Harry mutter ‘I love magic’ and you smile. “(Y/n) can you help us with our face paint?” Fred asks smiling. “Ugg, fine” you sigh over exaggerating it a bit. You walk over and begin painting Fred’s face first every now and then he will scrunch up his face and giggle. “Will you stop! If you do it one more time I’m gonna slap you.” You say pulling away. “ I can’t help it it tickles!” You sigh and motion for George to sit down. After he does so you paint his face. When you are finished with the two you put two green stripes on your face. Of course your supporting the Irish. 1) they are your favorite team and 2) if you didn’t George would probably break up with you….just kidding….kind of. After you all left to find your seats. You sat down while Fred and George made bets. The teams entered. The Bulgarians with the Veelas first came out. Instantly all they boys became distracted by them….except for George you smiled at the fact that he wasn’t put under their spell. Next, out came the Irish with the leprechauns. (Time skip) The Irish won but krum caught the snitch! You couldn’t believe it! Not only did your team win but Fred and George won the bet! You all made your way back to the tent. Ron started talking about krum. “Ron I think your in love” Ginny said smiling as everyone started laughing “oh sod off” he responded. Their was load noises coming from outside “wow those Irish sure know who to party” you state smiling. Right as you say that Mr. Weasley comes in looking worried. “It’s not the Irish” he says. After a brief explanation you guys are running for the port key you are with Fred George and Ginny. Suddenly you trip over something and fall forward. Your leg hits a rock and you scream in pain. Your vision becomes blurry from tears as you feel someone pick you up. They seem to lift you with ease as they begin running. You blink away the tears causing them to run down your face as you see George, his eyes watering as well. Then everything goes black. (Time skip) You wake up on the couch in the borrow. You groan sitting up. You try to stand but yell in pain and sit back down. George and Molly come in. “Oh dear, don’t stand up. You broke your leg running from the death eaters.” Molly says gently. “We are taking you to st.mungos later to get you healed. Till then don’t stand.” You nod as she walks out and George comes and sits by you. You sigh “what happened after I passed out?” You ask George sighs as well. “I went to the port key and brought you here”. He pulls you towards him. “For a second I thought you where gone. I didn’t see what happened I didn’t know if someone shot you with a spell or what. ” you raise up and kiss his cheek. “I’ll never leave you.” “I love you (y/n). ” “I love you too Georgie.” You smile and lean on him falling back asleep. ___________________________________________ Alright! That’s it I hoped you enjoyed! Feel free to leave more requests! Bye-bye

Pyro (1)

Everyone around me burns to ashes.–Lucas Friar, Pyro.


Chapter 1. Introductions

Lucas Friar flicked the ball of paper into the air and watched as it landed on his best friend’s hair. Zay Babineaux continued to jot down notes, unaware of the seemingly increasing paper balls stuck to his hair.

Lucas smirked, steadied his fingers, and this time launched a blue pen. Zay ducked down to grab a colored pen from his backpack and Lucas’ eyes widened as the pen bounced off long brown hair.

The girl’s fingers flew to her hair before she spun in her seat to find a perpetrator. Her eyes zeroed in on Lucas whose desk was full of crumpled up paper and similar pens. She tilted her head and stared at him for a moment, making him slightly self- conscious.

He winked at her and she flushed brightly and returned to her notes. Zay looked back at him and shook his head, letting the paper fall off his curls.


“You know I don’t appreciate you messing up my afro,” Zay nudged Lucas as they walked out of class.

“I was bored,” Lucas answered simply and opened his locker, “Mrs. Deven is boring. I’m tired of chemistry, honestly.”

“It’s English class actually,” Zay muttered. “There’s a party tonight, you in?”

“Pass,” Lucas shoved his books into his locker trading it for his motorcycle helmet. “I’m not really in the mood in spending time with self-absorbed wannabe high school royalty.”

“You are such a cliche, you know that?” Zay grinned glancing at Lucas’ leather jacket and combat boots.

“You’re this cliche’s best friend,” Lucas smiled. “That makes you a cliche too.”

“Whatever man,” Zay’s eyes drifted towards something down the hall. “Miss Goody Two Shoes coming our way.”

“What?” Lucas turned and found himself staring down at a pair of sparkling brown eyes.

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anonymous asked:

boyfriend!chan please!! 😊

I went with headcanons for this, I hope you don’t mind! If you wanted a drabble, please let me know, and maybe add a topic/theme if you’d like! Hope you like it ^^
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Boyfriend! Chan


• The members baby him quite a bit, and while he doesn’t mind it much, being in a relationship where you’re equals would be refreshing for him
• Not to say that you don’t sometimes too (to an extent), just bc he’s so cute, honestly
• So he’s constantly trying to prove to you just how much he’s Matured, he is A Man now ok
• Sometimes this ends embarrassingly but it’s ok bc HE’S SO ADORABLE
• It pleases him when you sincerely go along with him tho, WOW HOW DID HE GET SO LUCKY
• And there’s a new gentleman in town, Josh, watch out
• Here’s his jacket for when it’s cold; when the heck was the last time you pulled your own chair out ? or opened a door ??
• Positively glows when you compliment and/or reassure him
• “You look so cool, Chan!!”
• The brightest smile, a shy deflect, maybe a slightly smug look, but inside he is internally screaming don’t let him fool you
• Even if you just laugh at a lame joke he made he’d absolutely SHINE IT’S AMAZING
• Hasn’t had much previous relationship experiences, poor bby, so he can be a little naïve and tactless sometimes
• But he’s very smart, and learns quickly, so he realizes his mistakes and apologizes quickly too
• Also bc of this, will probably pick up on things you like/don’t like quite easily
• Picnic dates af
• Remember that one vlive with him, DK, and Minghao? Yes like that, any time of day and just any day period
• It starts out as you guys buying stuff, but eventually he’ll insist on making things and will probably ask mingyu to teach him a few things in the kitchen
• You surprise him with your own made lunch sometimes too
• When you both do it at the same time it’s so cute (why are you guys so cute) and you also have a lot of extra food now, so you might call some other members to hang out and eat
• He’s also quite ambitious, but it might’ve taken a while for him to realize his feelings for you and act on them
• But bc he’s ambitious, will do his damnedest to impress you and make you happy, that is what A Real Man would do
• Honestly he’d do such a great job most of the time
• Probably almost had a heart attack when you first held hands, much less the first kiss
• why was his heart like that was he dying
• Tried to hide it around the members, but their Chan-meter is extremely sensitive ok they can tell when something’s up
• lol they figured it out almost immediately
• They teased him ofc (“our baby has grown :’)”) before giving him Amazing Advice
• In the end it probably didn’t do any good, he forgot everything once he saw you again, and went with his gut
• It still went Amazing. Kinda. He was super nervous but it only took a reassuring squeeze of his hand to ease his nerves
• His heart did that thing again but this time he felt so ALIVE WOW YOU WERE MAGICAL
• Texts like an Adult too
• Example: “Hey,_____, do you want to go out later? I have practice until 5pm, but I want to eat dinner with you.”
• Correct punctuation, no grammatical or spelling errors
• It’d be so fun to tease him about this too, think about it
• Also matching couples clothing/accessories/anything af
• The members will think that’s the cutest shit ever and they’re right it kinda is, almost sickeningly so
• Honestly probably not much pda, just the regular hand holding
• It calms him down and grounds him and he loves it but anything other than that would have him blushing a new shade of red
• Which is why you sneak in a quick cheek kiss sometimes for amusement and bc he’s just really adorable what else are you supposed to do
• Being the big spoon when cuddling gives him quite a bit of satisfaction but he lowkey would also enjoy being the little spoon once in a while
• In conclusion: the sweetest, greatest boyfriend, is still learning, but will do his absolute manliest best to make you happy (even aegyo he’s horrible at omg how lucky you are for him to throw aside his pride just for you)

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A/N: I’m not super satisfied with how this turned out, so I might update it later on lol. Thank you for reading (and giving me my first request/kicking my ass into gear to write again)!

How To Get A Girlfriend

@bmcfemslashweek

“Jake, she’s really pretty.” Christine sighed.

“Chrissy, this has got to be the thirteenth time you’ve told me that this conversation.” Jake rolled his eyes.

“But Jake, she is - ”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Jake interrupted.

Christine gave him a look. “Jake, this is why we broke up. You’re very unobservant.”

“We broke up because you figured out you were a lesbian, Christine.”

“That is irrelevant.”

“Ask her out, dumbass. Do you want some more food? Or another coffee?”

Christine had barely touched her food. “What do you think?”

“Right. No food for the pining girl. She would have to talk to the girl who she’s desperately crushing on. ”

“Jake!” Christine swatted his arm.

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll be right back.” He got up, and Christine caught a glimpse of one of the other baristas berating Crush for something. She was laughing, though, and the boy was grinning. The Filipino boy she saw with her that one time Christine saw Crush at the mall had his arm around the other boy. She pulled out her phone, and noticing that Jake was still in line, texted him:

Chrissy C: Can you ask if the two boys are dating?

Jakey D: why

Chrissy C: Cause I want to find out.

Jakey D: why dont u ask

Chrissy C: Oh, I don’t know, because I don’t think I could even make eye contact with her and not be a blushing mess?

Jakey D: while that’s probs true i still think u should come up here and ask

Jakey D: why does it matter anyway

Jakey D: ur girl is literally wearing a pan pride pin i think ur good

Jakey D: i should ask where she got that

Chrissy C: Pfft. If she’s pan, she could still be dating one of them.

Jakey D: if u ask ill get u that super sweet coffee u lov

Chrissy C: Sold.

She wasn’t gonna lie, her heart fluttered a bit when Jake mentioned the pride pin. But Christine had to confirm she was single somehow, and since her best friend wasn’t cooperating, she was gonna have to do it herself. She walked up next to Jake, who was texting someone on his phone. “Hey, Jakey.”

He looked up at her, surprised. “Yo. I didn’t think you would go through with it.”

“You underestimate how much I love that coffee. Besides, I really do need to talk to her.”

They moved closer to the counter, until they were finally at the front of the line. “Hi!” Christine chirped.

The blonde girl glanced at her. “Hi. What can I get for you today?”

Before Christine could embarrass herself, Jake interrupted. “Two iced caramel macchiatos and a side of a quick conversation.”

“Huh?”

“Hi. I’m Jake. I was wondering where you got your pride pin.”
“Brooke. And my friend Michael over there gave it to me.” She pointed over her shoulder at the Filipino boy. “Yo, Mikey! Where’d you get the pride pin?”

“You know that one shop in the mall that has like, graphic tees and shit like that? I got it there!” He said.

“Oh, I know that one.”Jake smiled. “Christine? You have anything you want to say?”

“Oh, um, I really like your hair. It looks really pretty.” Brooke smiled at the compliment, and Jake rolled his eyes. As they walked away, he said, “Someday, I’m gonna give you lessons on how to flirt.”

“You need to stop be such a smooth asshole. If you had let that conversation go on any longer, I think you would have gotten her number first!” Christine grumbled.

“A, I would haven given it to you, and B, I doubt my boyfriend would have approved of me getting her number for myself.”
“Since when do you have a boyfriend?” Christine crossed her arms.

“Since, like, two days ago.”

“Weren’t you out with Rich all day two days ago?” She paused for a second, thinking, then gasped a little. “Are you dating Rich?”
Jake smiled sheepishly. “Maaaaaybe?”

“Jake!” Christine punched him lightly on the arm. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t really know why. Sorry?”

“It’s fine, just…” She trailed off. “You finally got him! I was wondering why our crush talk had gotten a little more one-sided.”
He blushed a little. “Yeah. I thought you hadn’t noticed.”

“I hadn’t really put the pieces together, I guess.” She grinned. “Congrats! You’ve been after Rich, for what, four years?”

“Christine.”

“Fine, fine. Can you give me some of those flirting lessons now?”

Jake smiled. “Of course.”


Brooke watched the girl, Christine, walk away, saying something about her friend needing to back off or something. Since the line had mostly died down, she propped her head up on her hands and watched the two have a conversation.

“Brooke, you’re being a stalker.” Michael teased, setting down a coffee next to her. She rolled her eyes and called out the name.

“I am not, Michael, she’s just very attractive!”

“Stalker.” Brooke stuck her tongue out at him.

Jeremy set the next coffee down next to her, kissing Michael on the cheek. “You should write down your number on Christine’s coffee cup.”
“No PDA, you fuckstick.”

“Brooke, lay off, it’s not like we were full on making out.” Brooke glared at him, and Michael laughed a little. “I agree with Jer, though, you should write your number down.”

“And why would I do that?”

Jeremy facepalmed and Michael groaned. “Because. Then she has your number, and you can get to know each other and then date. If you don’t want to do that, her buddy is dating one of Jenna’s friend’s friends. I’m sure I can manage to get the number somehow.” Jeremy said.

“How do you know that?”

“Have you met Jen? As soon as she was told, she told… a lot of people. Rich was pretty mad.”

“Anyways,” Michael interrupted, “Jeremy, you are not allowed to get the number for her. I’ll write it down on the cup if I must.” He handed her Jake and Christine’s drinks.

Brooke took the one on the left and scribbled down Jake’s name. “Knowing you, you’d write something inappropriate and she’d never text me.”

“So write it!” Jeremy said. Brooke rolled her eyes and wrote down Christine’s name. She paused for a bit, and then decided to write down her number and “text me!”.

“I knew you’d do it!” Michael said.

Brooke laughed. “Two iced caramel macchiatos for Jake and Christine?”

She watched the two have a mini-argument, which ended up, evidently, in Jake having to go get the drinks. Brooke grinned and handed him the two cups. “Make sure your friend Christine sees what I wrote on her cup, okay?”

Jake looked confused, and turned the coffee around to face him. Seeing the message, he grinned. “Don’t worry. She’ll see it.”

Jake handed her her drink and sat down. “Did she get your name right?”

Christine rolled her eyes and turned the drink around. “Seriously, it can’t be that hard to spell “Christine” - holy shit.”

“What?”

“Don’t play innocent, I watched you look at it and smile, so I know you - why would she give me her number?!”

“Probably because she likes you and would like to get to know you.” Jake said slowly, dragging it out for effect.

Christine glared at him. “Oh, wow, really?”

“Mutual pining, Chrissy C.”

“Shut up! Just cause your crush likes you back -” 

“Oh, that doesn’t affect your chances with Brooke whatsoever.” Jake rolled his eyes. “Just tell her to text you when she gets off work or something.”

“Alright, fine. Can we talk about something else now?”

“Just as long as you don’t rant about musicals or something.”

“Jake, that’s like, literally all I know how to do.”

“Christine.”

“I’m serious! Jake, we need to find something we both like that isn’t our respective crushes. Oh, wait, hold on, Brooke just texted me back.”

He groaned. “Does our relationship even pass the Bechdel test?”

“Jake, there’s no Bechdel test, you’re a guy.”

“Pfft. What’d Brooke say?”

“She says she can get someone to cover her shift if I want to go out to lunch.”

Jake stood up and grabbed his jacket. “Bye!”

“Why are you leaving? I haven’t said yes yet!”

“Then hit send. I’m leaving cause this coffee shop is boring without friends. Bye, Chrissy.”

Christine laughed. “Bye, Jakey.”

He turned around and waved, nearly running into the door. Christine was still laughing when Brooke joined her at the table.

“Hey!” Brooke smiled.

“Hey.” Christine said.

“So?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want a ride? To lunch, I mean.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I think Jake took the car…”

She laughed. “Well then. Where do you want to go?”

“Um, I’m not super hungry for lunch…”
Brooke brightened. “Then we can go to Pinkberry!”

Christine cocked her head to the side. “What’s Pinkberry?”
“The frozen yogurt shop right around here!” She mock-gaasped. “Have you never been?’

“No?”

“Then it’s settled, Chris. We’re going to Pinkberry.” Her face turned red. “Is it okay if I call you Chris?”

Christine waved it off. “You’re all good.”

“Okay, good, cause it’d be really awkward if I called you something that you didn’t like, and then we’d just have that little cloud of awkwardness hanging over us during our date and I’m just rambling now, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but I thought it was cute.” Both girls blushed as Christine said that.

Brooke sighed. “We’re really bad at this.”

“No kidding. Wanna head out now?”

“Yeah.”

They got in Brooke’s car, and sat in awkward silence for a bit. Christine eventually spoke up. “So, um… the weather’s been nice?”

Brooke started laughing. “Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry! I’ve never been in this situation before!”
“Try: “Hey, Brooke, you’re really pretty, I’m glad I went out on a date with you?””

Christine laughed. “I’m not gonna say that! Here: Hey, Brooke, you’re hot, but I’m not sure if it’s acceptable to kiss on the first date?”

Brooke turned furiously red. “That’s not fair!”

“All’s fair in love and war, Brooke.”

Brooke parked the car. “Alright. At this point, I don’t even want to go into Pinkberry, because i know you can get kicked out for PDA, so… wanna find out if it’s acceptable to kiss on the first date?”

“Brooke…”

“Chris…”

“Hell yeah.”

Brooke kissed her, and Christine just kind of let it happen, never having been kissed before. (She had never really wanted Jake to kiss her when they dated.) Eventually, the “you should probably kiss her back” part of her brain kicked in and… for a first kiss, it was pretty damn good.

Brooke pulled away, and laughed. “Well?”

“Definitely acceptable. Best first kiss ever.”

Brooke gasped, and then laughed. “I was your first kiss? Sorry, Chris.”

“No! That was… that was amazing!”

“I’m glad.” Both girls sat there, smiling like idiots.

Christine can say she’s definitely an expert on how to get a girlfriend.

Imagine meeting the Originals-Part 15

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Part 15

Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Enjoy :)

(Takes place in 3x07)

Originally posted by roplusglam

Elena did as she promised and called you the next morning. She tells you she almost died last night, Vicky set her car on fire. Stefan is still stalking her and she informs you that she’s going to the Grill with Alaric and Jeremy. Apparently, her brother has been seeing ghosts since Bonnie brought him back from the dead.

You joined Bonnie and Caroline at the park to get it ready for the night of illuminations.  

“So when you did the spell to send Vicky away did you get rid of Anna too?”

Bonnie sneered “I wish! All I did was block the magic that was helping Vicky get a physical foothold here.”

You see Damon’s car driving towards you.

“Greetings. Blondie, witchy, bitchie” he says the last insult to you.

“Nice to see you too Damon” you sigh.

“Think you got your voodoo wires all crossed when you got rid of Vicky Donovan.”

“What do you mean, why?” Bonnie asks.

“Because I’m pretty sure I just got spit-roasted by Mason Lockwood’s ghost”

“What?” Bonnie says

“Why would you think that?” Caroline asks

“Maybe because he chained me to a chair and shoved a hot poker in my chest”

The three of you look at him like he’s not making any sense.

“Let’s just say I’m having déjà-vu.”

“I thought you said that ghosts couldn’t physically interact with people.” Caroline tells Bonnie

“They can’t” she assures her

“Yeah, well, I don’t have time for a vengeful Lockwood. When I kill someone, they’re supposed to stay dead. Whatever you screwed up, fix it.” Then he drives away.

“What do you think is happening here?” you ask Bonnie.

“I have no idea, but Damon is probably wrong. We need to go talk to Matt.”

When you find Matt he looks tired and swears his sister isn’t here anymore.

“Why do you think it’s Vicky and not Damon?” Caroline asks.

“Because if any ghost other than Vicky Donovan has a physical foothold on our side, then that means Damon’s right and something has gone really wrong” the witch answers.

Matt decides to leave, tired of it all.

Caroline was bothering Bonnie about Jeremy. They had gotten in a fight because he didn’t tell her he was seeing Anna’s ghost.

Bonnie’s bag falls open and when Bonnie goes to reach her grimoire it opens on its own.

You jump back. “Wow” you say

“Ok, did your grimoire just…”

“I think so” the witch cuts the blonde off.

“Ok, please, tell me that’s a recipe for witch cookies”

You smile at the blonde’s comment. “I doubt that”

“It’s a manifestation spell. It’s used to reveal veiled matter.”

“What’s veiled matter?” Caroline asks

“Ghosts” Bonnie answers.

“So, we can actually do something about this?” you ask.

“Come on, we can do the spell to the old house”

“The old house?” you ask

“Where I resurrected Jeremy”

You drive there in separate cars.

“So this is where you brought Jeremy back to life?” Caroline asks while descending the stairs.

“Yeah, I know it’s creepy but we need a private place to do the spell.”

“There’s no chance it’s haunted by the hundred dead witches who were horrifically burned to death in this very spot, is there?”

“They’re not here anymore” Bonnie says “And they made it clear they were never coming back”

You don’t say anything when Bonnie performs the spell. You’re not used to see your witch friend do magic, you think you’ll never get used to it. You start hearing whispers and you feel a strong wind in a room. Suddenly Bonnie’s holding hands with someone you don’t know. As soon as she appears the whispers and the wind are gone.

“Is that…”

“Gram” Bonnie says.

You take it it’s her grandmother.

She was speechless, she couldn’t believe it. Tears start falling down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re here”

“Now, stop crying, we don’t have time for tears”

“Nice to see you again Caroline”

“Hi, miss Sheila” Caroline smiles.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N, your mother talks about you”

You stop breathing. “My…You know my mother?” you ask her, breathless.

She nods. “She wants you to check the attic, Y/N”

“The…attic?” you shake your hand. What is she talking about? If your mother talked to Sheila, that means she was in the other side and that meant she was a supernatural being.

“My mother was human” you say “I think you’re making a mistake”

She doesn’t answer. “A fine mess you’ve made, honey” she tells Bonnie. “The witches told you there’d be consequences to bringing Jeremy back and you did it anyway.”

“I didn’t have a choice” she cries “I love him… I couldn’t just let him go.”

“I understand” Sheila says. “But you cracked open the door to the other side. There’s an old witch over here. She took advantage of it. She took advantage of you, honey. When you did that spell to send Vicky Donovan away, she wedged the door wide open. Giving a free pass to anybody with unfinished business.”

“How do you know this?” Bonnie asks

“Witches talk. Even on the other side. Who do you think make all the rules?”

Caroline smile at that but you’re too confused and don’t really listen to what she is saying.

“What does the witch want?” Bonnie asks

“That’s Original vampire business, not yours.”

You frown.

“I don’t want you getting in the middle of that. I’m here because you upset the balance of nature. And it’s your duty to set it right”

“How?”

“The witch channels a necklace’s power that used to belong to her. I believe it now belongs to your friend Elena.”

Caroline decides to call Elena and tell her everything.

“How do you know my mother?” you ask the witch.

“Dear, your mother was a very rare specimen when she was alive. There must be only a handful of people like her walking the Earth now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Search your attic, dear. It’ll become clear to you.”

You don’t understand why she is being so vague.

“Elena said to ask Damon where the necklace was, we need to go to the boarding house”

“Wait” you say “Tell me. Tell me what my mother was”

“I’m sorry dear… I can’t. You will only know if you are like her. You can only open it if you are like her.”

“Open what? If I’m… like her? There’s a chance I might be a… not human?” you shake your head. “No, I…”

“Y/N” Caroline puts a friendly hand on your shoulder but you push her away.

“Don’t” you say.

You take deep breaths. You close your eyes. You had a headache, you refused to believe any of it.

“You know what? Let’s go. I can’t do this…” you say and turn around.

You arrive at the house first. You search for the necklace where Damon said it would be but you couldn’t find it. Caroline tries to call Damon but she can’t reach him. She decides to call Elena instead. She asks for a little bit more time so she can learn from Lexi what she needs to bring Stefan’s humanity back.

“You know what…” you say “I can’t do this, I’m sorry” and you leave.

They call your name several time but you don’t turn around. You go home, straight to your attic.

You turn on the lights and stare at all the boxes you had to go through to find out the truth about who your mother was. About who you might be.

All the boxes you were going through had old clothes, jewels, regular books, toys from when you were little in them. Finally you spotted a huge chest in the back of the room.

“You can only open it if you’re like her”

You jump, scared. Bonnie’s grandmother is standing behind you.

“I didn’t mean to startle you” she says.

You sigh. “The chest? If I can open the chest that means I’m… not human?”

“See the runes marked on the chest?”

You nod.

“They protect it against anything and anyone who is not an…like your mother was”

“Just tell me, tell me what she was!”

“Your mother was the strongest of her own that ever lived. If you inherited her gifts, I have great confidence you will be stronger than her.”

You shake your head. You couldn’t believe any of that.

“My mother was human. She died from cancer.”

“She did not, dear”

You’re taken aback by what she’d just said.

“What?”

That’s when Sheila disappears.

“No, no! Come back” you say loudly. “Come back!!” now you were screaming.

It was getting hard to breath. Tears were filling your eyes. “Come back” you say in a whisper even you couldn’t hear it.

You stared at the chest for a while. You wiped off the tears that were falling down your cheeks and moved towards the chest. You stand there for a while, thinking about what to do.

Finally, you make a move.

Henry/Peri C-S Support

Written by  tct-psychoticnekomata

[TRIGGER WARNING: Blood, death, and mutilation, along with casual talk of it.]


C SUPPORT

Peri: HYAH!

Emblian Soldier: GHK!

Peri: Hehehe! So much blood! Huh? Where did all these bodies come from?

Henry: Oh hey! You’re that cavalier who likes killing people, right? Me too! Like what I’ve done with the bodies? I like to take a few souveners here and there.

Peri: Wow! You really did a number on them! But Lord Xander says I’m not allowed to loot the bodies.

Henry: Oh, so you don’t get to take an ear or two?

Peri: Ewwww! What would I do with an ear?!

Henry: Oh, you know, put it in a jar, use it in a spell, those sorts of things.

Peri: Well I guess it makes sense since you’re a mage. But I don’t have use for those things. I just like seeing the enemies bleed.

Henry: Oh yeah. Isn’t blood the greatest?

Peri: It is! Finally, someone who makes sense! I like you. We should talk more.

Henry: Sure thing. I wanna hear about your first victim.

[Henry and Peri have reached support rank C.]


B SUPPORT

Peri: So many soldiers, so much killing, hehehe… Oh. Is that a wolf close to the castle? Well where one wolf is, there’s sure to be many, so I better get to work!

[Fade away.]

Henry: Hmmm, now where should I put this Risen arm?

Peri: Hey Henry! Look what I found outside!

Henry: Oh hey, Peri! Where’s the fi-?

Henry: ?!?!?!

Peri: Won’t these wolves just make the warmest, fuzziest coats ever?! And they bled so much, you should’ve been-

Peri: WHOA!

[Explosion.]

Peri: Hey! What was that for?!

Henry: Get out.

Peri: Henry?

Henry: I said leave. Or this time I won’t miss.

[Henry leaves.]

Peri: What in the heck was that about?!

[Henry and Peri have reached support rank B.]


A SUPPORT

Henry: Hey Peri, could we talk a bit?

Peri: Are you ok Henry? You were really frowney and broody for days after that… thing I did.

Henry: Sorry about reacting like that. Normally dead animals don’t bug me that much, but one of those wolves… looked like a really close friend of mine.

Peri: Oh…

Henry: My parents ignored me a lot when I was a child, so she was closer to me then my actual family. She loved me so much she tried to visit. But some hunters came and killed her on the spot.

Peri: What?! Why?! That’s so mean! I could go and kill them myself!

Henry: I already beat you to it. There’s not even anything left for anyone to dig up. But it still hurt. I tried using magic to bring her back, but that didn’t work. Of course now I know that even if it did, it wouldn’t be the same anyways.

Peri: Oh, I’m sorry, Henry… I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.

Henry: Ahh, don’t worry about it. It’ll be really unfun if you end up getting all frowney and broody too, you know. Tell you what… why don’t you come with me to find some Emblian soldiers to kill? We could make a puppet show with their heads~.

Peri: … Hehehe. That sounds like fun. Sure, let’s do it!

[Henry and Peri have reached support rank A.]


S SUPPORT

Peri: That was amazing how you just made that guy fly right off the cliff!

Henry: Awww, thanks. But hey, it wouldn’t have worked if you hadn’t speared that jerk at just the right moment!

Peri: Oh yeah. What a coward, trying to sneak up on you from behind! If he’d killed you, I’d just… I’d just be so upset.

Henry: Yeah. I’d feel the same way if one of them killed you.

Peri: Really?

Henry: Oh yeah. I’d rampage all across Emblia and take Veronica’s head myself. Unless they killed me first, but I’d make sure lots of them joined me as pieces on the floor.

Peri: And I’d get stabby with them and thrust her onto my spear! But… I’d still rather not have you die.

Henry: Yeah. So how about instead of one of us getting ourselves killed, we stay alive together?

Peri: Like husband and wife?

Henry: Yeah! That way we’ll be even more motivated to protect each other! If you feel the same way I do anyways. I think you’re the greatest, Peri, and I want to go with you back to your world so both of us will have someone we can be ourselves around.

Peri: Mmmmnh… That sounds wonderful. But Henry, there is one thing, ok?

Henry: Yeah?

Peri: I know I like blood a lot, but… if we ever have a child, I don’t want them to be like either of us, ok? I want them to be loved by everyone, not just us.

Henry: I was actually thinking the same thing. Besides, I love you a lot more than blood.

Peri: You’re so sweet.

[Henry and Peri have reached support rank S.]

(be)longing

does anyone still remember this thing guess what

FINAL PART!!!

it only took me forever but here it is going up on ao3 tomorrow bc 5 am fml please enjoy the sappiest fluff

part 1   part 2   part 3     part 4    part 5   part 6   part 7    part 8    part 9    part 10


“We’re gonna… what now?”

“I’m surprised you look so shocked, Dean-o, considering all those deep-fried archangel threats I used to get from you.”

“You do know I never actually meant those, right?”

“Oh wow. I think the spell did something to my ears. I’m hearing things now!”

“Shut up, you moron. You’re family. And that’s official now. So no, I don’t wanna deep-fry your sorry ass. Besides, Sam’s puppy eyes would haunt me forever if I do.”

“Now that’s the reason I can get behind. Sam’s puppy eyes are the power to be reckoned with. But don’t you worry, bucko. Sam and I are gonna be as far away as possible when you do it. And yes, before you ask, you’re the one who’s gonna do it. Holy oil is a no-go for Cas, assuming that you’d want all of his feathers intact for whatever kinky games you kids are up to when nobody’s watching. Same goes for Sammy here as he’s currently hosting yours truly.” Gabriel paused to bow and bat his eyelashes – Sam’s eyelashes – at Dean. “So, would you be my hero and rescue this gorgeous damsel in distress?”

“Okay so first of all stop – stop doing that, it’s just… wrong!”

Dean looked appalled and all but ready to throw up, which made Gabriel grin from ear to ear and bat his eyelashes some more. He could do this all day if it wasn’t for Sam gently nudging him aside and taking back the control of his body.

“Gabriel is right, Dean. We’ve talked the whole thing through and it looks like this is our only option. The witch is long dead and a counterspell is not an option. Never has been, in fact, if Gabriel’s guess on how the witch got a hold of that spell is correct.”

“I never guess wrong, kiddo,” Gabriel butted in, but Sam waved him aside. Dean snorted.

“I know I said that having you both in Sam’s body was wrong – and it is, but I stand corrected. It’s also hilarious when you start bickering like that.”

Sam threw Dean a perfect bitchface, but Gabriel ruined the effect by trying to stick his tongue – Sam’s tongue – out at him at the same time, and Dean doubled with laughter. Sam decided to sulk until Gabriel showed him a mental image of what they looked like from the outside, and he had to admit that it looked ridiculous.

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I Can’t Help It

A/N: 25 Days of DC Christmas. Drabble. Merry Belated Christmas!

Request: Can you write one about Barry falling for you on earth two and coming back to earth one to try and find you (you can put your twist to it)

Word Count: 786

Originally posted by justbarryallen

*Barry POV*

As we walked through Star Labs on Earth 2 I saw her. Well not her, her doppelganger. She was leading a tour through the laboratory, and as she spotted me with Cisco and Wells she smiled and gave a small wave, “She must know Earth 2 Barry,” Cisco grabbed my shoulder, “Come on, man.”

As he urged me forward to follow Harry, I glanced over my shoulder back at her, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling full of life. On Earth 1, I hadn’t seen her in months, not since she left team flash. Ever since she left I’d missed her but I understood her reasoning. For some people the dangers of being a hero were too much to handle, and honestly, I was just glad she was safe.

“Barry, wait up a second!” She called out as Cisco and Harry rounded the corner. Looking back I saw her run towards me, “Barry! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” she was even more gorgeous than I remembered.

“Um- yeah- hey, y/n,” I ran my fingers through my hair trying not to be awkward, and failing, “I came to see Dr. Wells.”

“Oh. Is he back?” she looked me up and down, “That’s a new look, and when did you lose the glasses?”

“Glasses? Oh yeah, I just thought I’d try something different,” I lied through my teeth and hoped she’d believe me.

“Well, I like it. You should dress like this more often,” she grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her placing her lips on my own taking me completely by surprise. her hands ran around my neck and I quickly reciprocated pulling her closer and falling under her spell.

“Wow,” I sucked in a deep breath as she parted and smiled at me.

“Well, I have another tour coming in. We’re still on for date night tonight, right?” she asked expectantly.

“Date night?” her face fell a bit, “Oh yeah, definitely. I’ll see you tonight.”

She waved before scampering off to the lobby of Star Labs.

“She- but- there’s- wow…”

Originally posted by omgistrue

*Reader POV*

Two weeks ago I got a voicemail from Barry, which I’ll admit had me kind of worried. He said something about being out of town for a few days. Then three days later he called me again, this time he wanted to hang out and talk.

I walked into CC Jitters and saw him sitting at a table, tapping his fingers with a goofy smile on his face. He looked up and noticed me, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas day.

“Hey Barry,” I climbed into the seat across the table from him. My coffee was already sitting in front of me.

“Hey- Hi- i-it’s so good to see you,” he played with his hands nervously.

“You too. You remembered my order?” I raised an eyebrow as I lifted the mug to my lips.

“Of course I did. I know you,” his face changed briefly but it was an expression I’d never seen from him before, “I- I wanted to- well maybe- is there anything you wanted to talk about? Anything running through your head?”

“Yeah. Um, why the hell are you acting so weird?” I set my cup down on the table and stared at him, trying to read his expression.

“Me. Acting weird? I’m always weird?”

“Not like this…”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” he lied as he grabbed at the back of his neck.

“Fine, if you’re not going to talk, then I’m just going to head out,” I grabbed my purse and knew that if I placed enough pressure he’d crack.

“Wait- what- no! You can’t leave,” he jumped up frazzled.

“Unless you have something to say I don’t see why I should stay.”

He let out a heavy sigh and ran both his hands through his hair, “It’s- I- um… just promise you won’t freak out.”

I nodded and grabbed his arm to coax him into telling me what was going on.

“I-I was wondering i-if y-you wanted to go out, you know, with me,” he stared down at his shoes, avoiding all eye contact.

I started laughing, not at Barry, but at the fact that it took him this long to ask.

“You said…”

“Yes, Barry. I’d love to go out with you.”

“But, you’re laughing.”

“I can’t help it. Why’d it take you so long?”

“What?”

“Oh come on, Barr. You had to know the real reason I left…”

“You…” he pointed at me and then back to himself, causing me to nod in reply. A large smile reached his face. I’d never seen him so happy.

earlnessi  asked:

Bonkers is such a funny word x3 could I request something with prompt 41? And, if it is not too much, 41 and 42 together? I just think they could be so fluffy together c:

Get ready for a fluff fest, Scamander style!
•••
41 & 42: “It’s just bonkers beautiful up here, isn’t it?” & “Can I kiss you now?”
•••
You were currently struggling to get all of your things inside a single crumby suitcase, whose latches were so worn, they required immense amounts of effort to keep closed. It didn’t help Newt insisted on collecting new muggle souvenirs from every new city you two pass through, even if you’re only there for a few hours. Everything from pink Eiffel tower keychains, to Great Wall of China t-shirts, Newt must have them all.

Something about muggles truly fascinated him, which was part of the reason why he truly enchanted you.

You couldn’t explain it, but there was something about that brilliant wizard that did something to you. How when he entered the room, all the air seemed to leave you. Or when he caught your eye, your mind seemed to cloud up and you’d forget what you were doing. You’ve only been on this trip with him for a few weeks, but you could feel yourself yearning for his attention. It drove you crazy.

After what seemed like hours of trying, you were finally able to squeeze everything into the stupid case.

Standing proud of your work, you began to turn into the kitchen of your hotel room to make yourself a well-deserved cup of tea.

However, your rest was short lived as the door swung open, so forcefully that a framed, hanging picture fell to the floor with an audible smash.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) where are you, I must speak with you…” Newt ran into the room, but stopped right when he caught sight of you, and your eyes locked. There was that feeling again.
You didn’t let yourself stay entranced for too long, you had been up for hours packing by yourself, and now that you were finally done, apparently there was more to do.

“Why hello, had an exciting day in the field?” You couldn’t hide the bite in your voice. You’re not usually one to let emotions get in the way of reason, but when you woke up this morning to find Newt’s letter, and that he had ditched you to do your chores alone and go chasing after the next creature, you were a little less than thrilled.

“Are…are you upset with me? Because I’m terribly sorry for being so reckless and not thinking about what I-”
You wave your hand to relieve him of his bumbling.

“No, no really it’s fine. You were working on your book, the whole reason we’re out here together is to do that. I shouldn’t hold grudges over you doing your job” you casually take a sip of your tea, sending a smile of reassurance to your companion. It was hard to stay mad at such a sweetheart.

“It’s fine”

“I was unsuccessful at catching the Glumbumble” you sighed and let your head hang, but recollected yourself quickly.

“Any sacrifice is necessary if it means you’re in any way progressing. Or…trying to at least” if Newt felt bad before, he now felt even worse. You were upset with him, great.

He guessed he had deserved it though, he had been inconsiderate this entire trip about your efforts, and you two didn’t even know each other that well.

“I apologize…again…but I feel this will lift your spirits!” He pulled a thick brochure and a map from his coat pocket, and awkwardly placed it into your hands.

“Iceland is an absolutely beautiful country, and I feel we can, as you say, kill two birds with one stone by hiking these mountains. Search for that Glumbumble, while also enjoying the scenery of the muggle world. Consider it a reward for your hard work this past month”

You set your cup down and inspected the brochure further.
“Kirkjufell…this is a day trip, what about our flight? It’s in 3 hours”

“I rescheduled. Sure it was mildly expensive, but we needed more time to spend in Iceland anyway. My research is far from finished.”
“Newt you really shouldn’t have-”

“Please, let me do this…for you” he added timidly, holding his hands and staring at you.
You stand defeated. You shrug and set the paper down on the coffee table. A day in the countryside did sound pleasant, especially with this man you’ve truly become to fancy.

“If you insist.”
“I do…truly!”
“Well then let me get my things out of the bag…” you trailed off, staring at the suitcase you took all morning to close.
“I’ll assist you this time, I promise”
•••
“Wow…it’s just bonkers beautiful up here” you stood over the cliff side, staring into the distance as if casting a spell over you.

“What a colorful choice of words” he mused, watching you smirk from the corner of his eye.
“No I’m serious, I don’t think I’ve ever loved Iceland more than I do right now. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything more than I do right now”

Then he turned to look at you, with an expression filled with wonder and awe. Watching you stare off into the distance, with the wind blowing your hair back, you had never been so beautiful.

He had admitted to himself that he had a developed a slight infatuation with you. The way you were so easy to talk to, how you were so gentle and kind to his creatures, how you really listened when he rambled on about his passion about them, he slowly felt himself falling for you.
And now, you stood here, with the wind at your front, and all he could feel was an overwhelming surge of passion.

“(Y/N)…I feel the need to ask you something very important…” he fumbled, not sure how to express his emotions.

You turned to him, and he froze.
No, you can do this, he thought to himself.
“I just…I speculated that over the time we’ve been together, I’ve never felt the same. It’s different, a good different! Like…I’ve finally met someone who I can relate to, who I can spend time with without feeling like a fool.”

“Newt you’re not a fool…” but he continued.
“The conclusion I’m trying to come to is that…I feel like…I want to-”
“Newt…” you smile, gathering his hand into yours.

“I really spending time with you, I can’t imagine doing this mission with anyone else. What I’m trying…and failing to say is…” he inhaled deeply, like what he was about to say was going to be hard.

“C-can I kiss you now?” He stared directly into your eyes, waiting patiently, and anxiously, for your response.

He was overcome with relief when you broke into a grin.
“Of course you can”

He hesitantly cupped your face, and pulled you into a gentle, yet romantic kiss, as if asking your permission again.

You wrapped your arms around his blue coat, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, putting his doubts to ease.

There were butterflies, sparks flying, everything you’d expect from this kiss.
He broke away all too soon, staring wildly into your eyes.

“Don’t you um…have a creature to find” you ask, the thought crawling back to the surface.
“I don’t want to be anywhere but here.” He pulled you into an embrace, arms encircling your body and pulling you close.

You felt a strange sort of safety in his arms, like you were meant to be in his hug this whole time.
Though, there was one thought that was tugging at the back of your mind.

“How long have you fancied me?” You looked up at him, lost in the beauty of his gaze.
“Since the day you told me your name” he replied, rather uncharacteristically smooth. You smiled, and rested your head back onto his chest.

“And I you” you replied, inhaling his scent, wanting to hold on to the moment for as long as you could.

King of Soliloquies

Jordan Fisher x Reader
Words: 1043

also known as “MOMA is wonderful Mackenzy, you’re right.”

i just made myself super emo wow. 

anywhooo, it’s Philip Hamilton’s birthday today! or yesterday. time zones are confusing. I had planned on writing a Philip imagine because I do have a few requested, but i went against that and wrote this instead. I mean, Jordan is Philip sooooo

also, WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I WAS SPELLING PHILIP WRONG?? I HAD TO GO BACK AND CHANGE ALL OF MY IMAGINES FROM “PHILLIP” TO “PHILIP”! I WAS EMBARRASSED… but not as embarrasesed as when i was trying to send my friend a video at work today and i made eye contact with a guy walking past the shop.

anyway

I am currently working on a Mutuals part two, so yay for the two people that requested that! but as for now, i’m going to sleep because i just worked a seven hour shift and let me tell you, I am exhausted.

i think that’s all I have to say. well, except for the fact that requests are of course, open and that you can find the link to my masterlist below.

goodnight wonderful people!

Masterlist

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On two show days, you and Jordan often found yourselves bored out of your minds. The time between the two was often filled with nothing, and you both didn’t function well without something to do.  So today, the two of you had decided to visit MOMA, possibly the best art museum in New York.

Your friend Mandy, who played Angelica in Hamilton, had recommended to the two of you that a visit was required. And so, you were on your way once you were both out of costume.

“You ready for an adventure?” Jordan asked, taking your hand. You smiled, nodding rapidly.

“Definitely. It’ll be a nice break from all of the eighteenth century surroundings. Some modern art might do us well,” You stated, following Jordan out of the Richard Rodgers Theatre and beginning your walk to the gallery.

Most of the journey involved small talk and a few awkward moments of eye contact, but you were glad for the silence. You were both exhausted after the first show, and sometimes a little silence made everything better.

When you entered the gallery, Jordan was quick to head to the counter. You followed hesitantly, glaring at him when he had already paid by the time you had arrived next to him. “Fisher!” You exclaimed, crossing your arms.

Jordan chuckled, passing you your ticket as you both headed into the gallery. “You deserve a treat. You work so hard as a swing and as a person. I mean, yesterday you went to the Women’s March and still managed to make it to work. I commend you on your efforts.”

“Trying to impress me with the big words, are we?” You teased, nudging him playfully. Jordan rolled his eyes.

“Of course. Because a human being such as yourself deserves the highest level of English, and possibly a soliloquy…”

“You want to speak your thoughts when by yourself or despite other hearers?” You replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, no. Probably not. But it sounded like a pretty word and I wanted to impress you,” Jordan replied, blushing slightly.

“I believe a serenade would be the more appropriate term, plus I’m sure I would enjoy it more. I enjoy most things that come out of your mouth,” You stated.

“Even this?” Jordan poked his tongue out, smirking slightly. You glared, turning your attention the map of the gallery.

“I’m not leaving the gallery until we see The Starry Night, so let’s head there first and then if we have time, we can look at other things.”

“But what if I have a favourite painting that I want to spend all our time at?” Jordan whined, pouting as you dragged him into the elevator.

“You don’t. You told me yourself you had no interest in art and that the only reason you were coming was because you didn’t want to be bored alone.”

“That, and Mandy recommended it, so it has to be good. I mean, that woman is a living goddess. Can you believe that we get to be in the same musical as her? Look at everything she’s achieved, look at how big her range is, look at-“

“We get it! You enjoy fangirling over Mandy Gonzalez! I mean, so do I! But can’t we talk about something else? Something more exciting?” You interrupting, letting out a huff as the elevator doors opened.

“Well, we can talk about the picture I posted a little while ago. You see, it was a key and I haven’t really told that many people the meaning. You’d be sworn to secrecy if I told you,” Jordan said, smirking.

You raised your eyebrow, nodding slowly. “Whatever floats your boat.”

Jordan nodded, closing the elevator doors and whispering in your ear. You gasped, smiling. “That’s exciting. I can’t wait,” You said, opening the elevator doors and stepping out again.

Jordan pouted more, following behind. “That was the most non-genuine reaction I’ve ever heard. C’mon, there are hundreds of fans that would die to hear that secret! There’s even a group chat I’ve heard of called Jonathan Fletcher and they obsess over it. Sometimes I read their messages and…”

And once again, the silence returned as you stared lovingly at your favourite painting. Jordan moved in next to you, taking your hand and turning his attention to you.

“It’s incredible,” You whispered, a large smile spreading across your face.

Jordan stayed silent for a moment, falling head over heels at the sight of you. He looked down at your hand in his, a smile replacing the pout that had previously been possessing his mouth.

You raised an eyebrow, turning to Jordan whose gaze was still fixed on your hand. “Jordan William Fisher, are you even paying any attention to me? Or the art?” You asked, frowning slightly. You had hoped that Jordan would have the same interest in Van Gogh that you did, but he had proved you wrong.

“That shouldn’t be taking up a primary space in this gallery,” Jordan stated quietly, breaking his silence. You frowned.

“What do you mean? The Starry Night is one of Van Gogh’s most iconic works. It’s famous worldwide and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever laid eyes o-“

“The reason that it shouldn’t be taking up a primary space in this gallery, is because I already have the most beautiful piece of art standing right next to me, holding my hand. The most incredible and breathtaking piece of art, (Y/N), is you.”

And just like that, the silence overtook again as you hugged Jordan tightly, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, smiling wide.

“See? I’m good at soliloquies.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away from the hug. “We were having the perfect moment there, and you decided to ruin it. Good on you,” You said, punching his shoulder awkwardly.

Jordan smiled. “Well, I think that we should leave. I know a place where the policy on touching the masterpieces is non-existent…”

“Your pick up line are a lot smoother than your stubble. Congratulations. Now, maybe when we get back to the Richard Rodgers, we can work on your soliloquies.”

He chuckled quietly, taking your hand once again. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

anonymous asked:

I might be remembering wrong, but I feel like you said somewhere in a YouTube comment or something that Zalgaroth (did I spell his name right?) took a little bit of inspiration from Ghirahim from Skyward Sword? If not, sorry! But how exactly would a meeting between Ghirahim and Zalgaroth go down?

Yes you are correct in the spelling, and yes you are also again correct in knowing that Zalgaroth was partially inspired by Ghirahim. :> 

and OH MAN WOW!!! how would a meeting go between them. 

Oh man super hard to say. But judging by the fact that Ghirahim is very theatrical, a drama queen, and super exaggerative on first impression (and last impression) trying to be all cooy and invasion of personal space and stuff, and Zalgaroth is the dead opposite, where Zal is very reserved, formal, belittling, collective, serious, and authoritative. hahah well. I can imagine Zalgaroth be VERY annoyed with Ghirahim, and not buy into his little theatrical performance, which would intern probably annoy Ghirahim for Zalgaroth not playing along, or giving him a response Ghira would be looking for haha. 

That is for certain. XD 

anonymous asked:

What joji is like when he first meets a girl he likes and knows her from the internet

i feel like joji would be very giddy? probably a bit nervous because holy fuck has she already seen filthy frank? does she know the characters? does she know what a weirdo he is?

more than that, i feel like he’d be a little insecure, because he’s always confident but when it comes down to someone who he really likes, and who he’s going to be meeting for the first time, all these thoughts rush into his head and he can’t stop them.

i think that from the moment he sees you his mind would go blank and he’d be a bit quiet at first, trying his best to be polite as he usually always is. the girl he’s meeting would most likely lead the conversation for the time being until the conversation somehow shifts into something like 

“oh! i really loved your pink life song” or “you’re really talented when it comes to music” just something the compliments him, it’d make him a bit bashful and shy and he’d end up giggling his cute lil giggle because o wow this girl is !! amazing and loves my stuff pl s

all in all i think joji would be a cute shy puppy, the internet part would only come in if he was a huge huge fan boy and if he was, imagine this but 10x worse bc ooooh man would he be a quietboi™