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Cas Needs a Drink and Finally Got One

So I want to talk about Cas and food/drink (especially drinks) in season 12. There have been a lot of moments in the seven episodes he’s been in so far that clearly show Cas not eating/drinking (which, yes I know he doesn’t have to, but wait till you see how much this has popped up so far ).

I think it makes the most sense to go by episode. (Oh, and I’m tagging you @mittensmorgul because I know you keep careful track of food and drink. There’s been conversation around some of this already, but I’m not confident who was doing the conversing so… @elizabethrobertajones @bluestar86 @postmodernmulticoloredcloak @justanotheridijiton @ibelieveinthelittletreetopper)

So in 12.01 Keep Calm and Carry On the scene we get is Cas bringing coffee to Mary and Dean at a roadside cafe and then the three of them at that table–Castiel being the only one without a drink–the spot in front of him empty.

In 12.02 Mamma Mia the scene we get is a sort of family dinner with beer and pie at the Map Table in the bunker.  Cas is completely absent (at least from the room, possibly from the bunker all together for reasons).  Full disclosure: I haven’t seen these two episodes as recently and they’re currently off CW’s website–let me know if I forgot things!!

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The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 2)

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Beast!Adam x Reader

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 2)

Part 1: here

Running. It was all you knew these days. After your father had passed, killed by the very man that wanted your book, you had been forced to run to escape the fate that followed. Something was after you. Something dark. And if you stopped running, if you let your guard down even once, lowered your hood too far and revealed your true identity as a daughter of the sky, you would be killed. Inside you, there was great power. And with great power came many enemies.

You were scared. But you couldn’t afford to waste time on fear.

The worn old map you carried with you showed a village nearby. It was small. In your case, small meant safe. If you kept heading inland, you would hit it in a few hours, just before dark. Perfect.

You rolled the map and tied it with ribbon before making your way through the trees. You couldn’t describe why or what went through your mind, but something felt different this leg of the journey. It was as though something inside you was longing, reaching out for something ahead of you.

After a few hours’ time, the village was finally in sight. You wiped the sweat off of your brow. Although the hood hanging around your shoulders provided cover from those who were trying to find you, in the summer heat, it was nearly unbearable. You could practically taste the cold drink awaiting you at the nearest tavern. It put a little life in your steps as you trudged the remaining distance into town.

The stone and dirt paths were a welcoming sight. It had been almost a week since you had been in civilization. Your days in loneliness were starting to isolate you from the people altogether. You hoped that maybe the market would be open in the morning and you would be able to buy some bread and jam or some things to pass the time. Really anything would be helpful.

You walked through the doorway of the tavern. You had the feeling whoever owned the place was quite the hunter, given the abundance of antlers and the large mural of an arrogant man with his rifle. Gaston was his name, according to a sign. He seemed like a pompous braggart to you, a war hero with an ego the size of Paris. But perhaps that was just speculation.

You ordered a drink and took a spot at the table in the corner. It was cozy, you decided. Certainly not a place you could call home, but it could be. God, you longed for a home. Some place you could call your own without having to run away to protect yourself. It was exhausting. You never got a break. It was unending. Run, stop for supplies, sleep, run again. So much running and no place to go. It was beginning to feel pointless. But you knew if your enemies got their hands on your book, your kingdom would surely be dead. Your father had given his life to protect those secrets, and you were beginning to fear you would suffer a similar fate.

You exhaled a heavy sigh and took a long sip of the cold drink. It was refreshing after a long day. You were so caught up in bliss that you almost didn’t notice the large man as he took a seat in front of you. You bolted upright as soon as you noticed his presence.

“You must be new to town.” He stated, crossing his legs and flexing as he reached out for your hand. “I’m Gaston.”

“I know.” Your voice was quiet, but you didn’t reach out to take his hand. You only prayed your cloak would be enough to conceal your identity. It wasn’t likely that this lunkhead had any clue that you were a child of the stars, an heir to the throne of the sky, but you couldn’t take the chance that he was in league with Prince Ferdinand. So instead, you sat there, waiting for him to make a move, to say something.

“Are you in need of a place to stay?”

“Actually, yes.” You nodded. “I am.”

“Might I see your face, then?” he asked, pressing slightly. You recoiled slightly, withdrawing your hands further. Surely it would be stupid of him to let a stranger stay in his inn. You knew he only had his safety in mind.

“N-no, that’s all right.” You shook your head. “I’m afraid I’m not much of a beauty to behold.”

“Nonsense! I’m sure if you lowered your hood, it might put me at ease.” He grinned earnestly. You exhaled a slow sigh and reached up, gently pulling down the cloak around your head. “And what a beauty you are,” he marveled. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I could show you around the village tomorrow morning.”

“No, that’s quite alright. I’m headed out early tomorrow. I need to buy some goods at the market and then I’m out of here.”

“Are you headed somewhere particular or-”

“Yes. I’m on a journey to meet an old friend.”

“I could accompany you if you-”

“That won’t be necessary.” You cut him off calmly, but firmly, standing your ground. For you, there was no safety in numbers. He very obviously didn’t know what or who you were, but that didn’t mean other people in the village wouldn’t. When his face fell, you quickly added: “But thank you very much. It’s kind of you to offer.”

“Anything for a beautiful woman like yourself.” He nodded simply as another man, a friend of his, came to stand beside him.

“Gaston, who is this?”

“A visitor to our fair village.” He crinkled his eyebrows as he realized he had never asked for your name. “What did you say your name was, again?”

“(Y/N).” You replied. Your silver eyes searched over the new man. His lingering gaze told you he had heard of those like you. He wasn’t as vicious as the people pursuing you. Instead, he was merely curious, in awe of the being sitting before him. You were a thing of fairytales, and yet here you were, as real as day. “Well, Gaston, I’m afraid I’m very tired from my journey.”

“I’ll show her to the spare room.” LeFou offered before Gaston so much as moved. He nodded hesitantly.

“Of course.” LeFou led you up the stairs behind him. You smirked, awaiting his question. As soon as you were standing on the landing outside the room, he turned to you, unable to hold it in any longer.

“Are you really one of them?”

“One of what?” you voice was soft, knowing.

“A…” he looked around and lowered his voice. “…child of the stars.”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Why are you here?” he shook his head. “Of all places…Villeneuve. Why?”

“It was the nearest place to stop.” You admitted. “I’m not staying for long. I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

“Before you go, I need to know one thing-”

“You will find happiness, LeFou.” You stated. Kindness waited behind your enchanting silver eyes. His heart raced. He felt as though you were looking into his soul. The glow in your irises held what seemed to be knowledge of everything that had ever or would ever be. “But it is not with that man.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He sighed.

“It’s closer than you know.” You put a hand on his shoulder. “I promise.”

“So do you know…everything?”

“No. I just know some things. Important things.” You winked and gave a well-meaning smirk. “Good night. I hope to see you in the future.”

“Good night.” He replied, nodding. As LeFou made his way down the stairs, you walked into the small bedroom, locking the door behind you. You hung your cloak on a peg on the wall and untied your boots, tucking them under the bed. Once you had crawled beneath the fur blanket, you stared at the ceiling.

Your heart was pounding like a drum. There was always fear in these late hours that something would come after you. Or someone would find you and use you. Luckily, LeFou seemed more curious than he did malevolent. You decided you were safe for now. But tomorrow might bring something else entirely. You didn’t know why, but somehow you knew in your heart, as you sometimes knew impossible things…

Tomorrow, everything would change.

Okay, but listen to me, I can’t get over how in TLD we were told that our reading of the drink code was correct. I don’t think spotting the drink code was an easy task, it was really subtextual, and we got IT  RIGHT. We know now 100%. And then only one episode later everything goes to hell, Johnlock never happened, even though it is much more blatant than the drink code, so are they telling me we got that little subtextual thing right but the huge romantic plot…nah? I just don’t get it. This is killing me, it makes no sense, it has no logic, and I can’t stand unlogical things as huge as what’s happening.

10 seconds || Dan Howell

A/N: this is a little idea I had, it’s something I guess. 

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

Originally posted by danteko

Keeping a relationship a secret is a good idea, right?

No, not at all.

‘Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.’

I read Dan’s text message with a huge smile as I stood in front of my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. There were so many options and at the same time there were none.

Dan and I had been dating-ish for two months now without telling anybody. We were afraid of how people would react since nobody would have ever expected us two to get together. We wanted to be sure about this before we told somebody else.

It was a Friday night and Dan’s friends were throwing a party. He invited me to come with him, not as his date though. I was worried about who to talk to tonight since none of my close friends were going and I also didn’t know about how to interact with Dan in public.

I had to park my car a little further away from the house where the party was held at because all of the good parking spots were taken already, signalizing that a lot of people came.

As I walked into the big house so late that Dan must have arrived an hour ago, I immediately spotted him drinking beer with his friends. They were joking about something and laughing out loud from time to time. Since Dan and his friends were by far the most popular and attractive guys in our town a lot of females were surrounding them, trying to start a conversation.

I had to stop myself from smiling at Dan who noticed me the second I walked into the room. He was clearly checking me out in my dress that wasn’t too fancy but he seemed to like it anyway. I also had to stop myself from telling those girls to back off my boyfriend.

Sweaty bodies were dancing to music that was shitty and way too loud. There was alcohol everywhere and people were flirting with strangers while getting drunk. A typical teenager party therefore. Some people just live for weekends like this.

I talked to a few girls that I knew from school. They were updating me on all the recent gossip since I wasn’t good with stuff like that. I never hung out with the ‘cool and scandalous kids’.

“I heard Tiffany tell her friends at school today that she wants to get with Dan tonight.” Jessica, one of the girls I had chemistry class with told me under her breath. I nearly chocked on my drink at her words.

“Dan as in Dan Howell?” I asked her, gritting my teeth while trying to not sound too interested.

“What other Dan is there?” She wanted to know, indirectly answering my question.

Great. Miss Popular was after my guy not knowing that he was already taken. By me!

“Let’s play Truth or Dare” Somebody shouted in between two songs. The response was quite diverse. Some people seemed to really hate the game while others seemed to love it.

“C’mon let’s play.” Jessica excitedly exclaimed, grabbed my arm and dragged me along with her.

“I really don’t wan-“ I was in the middle of saying as she made me sit down on the floor where everybody who was playing was already gathered in a circle.

My eyes suddenly landed on Dan who was sat right opposite me. He didn’t look that comfortable either and I could clearly hear his friend Jason tell him “I bet it will be fun, don’t be so boring!”

There was a little twinkle in Dan’s eyes as he saw me and he raised his eyebrow surprised to see me here. He was looking as handsome as ever. His hair was a little bit curly and he was wearing the black leather jacket that I loved so much on him.  

A guy I had never seen around before started spinning an empty glass bottle and it landed right on Jason, making Dan smirk.

“Truth or Dare” the guy asked Jason. He obviously said ‘Dare’ since he was an outgoing guy and up for almost any challenge.

“I dare you to knock on the neighbour’s door in just your underwear and ask him if you can borrow a jar of peanut butter.”

“What the fuck, mate?!” Jason shouted as everybody laughed and some girls giggled.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked the guy who dared him to do this as he started to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

People started to whistle as Jason walked to the door and opened it wearing nothing but his boxers.

“It’s freezing outside!” he complained as he wrapped his arms around his own body for warmth, shielding his nipples from the cold air of the night.

He quickly ran across the street, as he saw that no car was in sight. The neighbour, a 50 year old man, was not too pleased to see Jason.

“I’m going to call the cops, you dumb pack of teenagers!” he shouted after Jason as he sprinted back into the house after he was obviously denied some peanut butter.

We were laughing our butts off while Jason’s cheeks were bright red from running and embarrassment.

“It will be fun, right?” Dan asked Jason, making me giggle.

We continued playing and after a few rounds the bottle still hadn’t landed on me or Dan. One of Tiffany’s friends was just dared by a guy to take her shirt off was now spinning the bottle in a pink Victoria Secrets bra.

It landed on the devil herself, Tiffany.

“Dare” she said and I already had a weird feeling in my stomach region.

“I dare you to kiss Dan for at least 10 seconds.”

My mouth hung open as I tried to suppress a gasp.

Tiffany was seductively smirking at my boyfriend whose eyes had grown wide in shock. He was taking a quick glance at me. His face spoke of panic as Tiffany said, “A dare is a dare, right?”

With that being said she pressed her lips onto my boyfriend’s, making my heart sink. And those 10 seconds were the hardest 10 seconds of my life.

1

I swallowed hard although my mouth was completely dry

2

I tried looking away, but I couldn’t 

3

My blood started to boil as I watched Tiffany eagerly kiss my boyfriend

4

My cheeks grew bright red as anger filled every inch of my body

5

I wanted to rip my heart out just so it wouldn’t hurt that much

6

I wanted to yell for them to stop but I had to sit here in silence

7

My hands started to shake with anger as they were clenched into fists

8

My eyes got watery and the first tears were about to spill

9

I decided to get up and leave, not being able to bear this anymore

10

I lef-

Dan pushed Tiffany off his body right before I could get up to leave.

“Y/N is my girlfriend!” he shouted and all eyes suddenly landed on me.

A Lovely Night (2/3) [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

PART 1

Summary: What happens when Lin’s path and yours cross while trying to make it into Broadway?

Word count: 2,568

Warnings: Alcohol mention and some light cursing. Also usage of some FLS content from 2012 even tho this story is set in 2007 oops. 

A/N: PART TWO IS HERE! This took me and Nat forever to figure out and I’m so glad @down4usnavy decided to help out because her idea was amazing. I really hope you guys like it! Also part three will (hopefully) come very soon!

askbox | ren’s masterlist | nat’s masterlist


“Don’t make me physically drag you outside, [Y/N]!” Natalie barged into your room already dressed up, opening your closet and looking for something for a few seconds, throwing a yellow dress at you.

“I agreed to the party last time, I’m not going again.” You hugged your pillow and resolutely stared at her, ignoring the dress.

“But I saw you talking to a cute guy last time! And this time it’s just a bar, how bad can it be?” Natalie countered, her voice echoing in the hallway as she left your room.

You laughed into the pillow, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, a cute guy who left just as I was about to begin my rant. Total asshole.”

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I’m so happy that you enjoyed them! The women don’t get enough love, and I’m willing to provide.

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MERCY:
• She’s wine mom™ all the way.
• If there’s wine, she’ll drink it, but no one’s ever seen her drunk.
• Happy to see you, even if you’re plastered.
• Will start the conversation thinking that you where just buzzed.
• “Hello there!”
• “HUH? Oohhh….. Hi-hey ann…….aaaaangela.”
• She laugh and asks if this is a good time.
• “yess, there……you..you’re fun guy to talk…with too…and…..you’re hair….ooohhhh soooo pretty”
• “Oh, uh, thank you!”
• “aaannnddd yyyoouurrr face! I hate…. I don like…..geez, you’re sooo cute aaannnggggeeellaaa”
• She’s blushing and laughing at you, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the room.
• “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”
• You wake up in your room with a headache and a note on your table from Angela asking you out.

PHARAH:
• She doesn’t drink, she never drinks.
• She spots you ready to get into a fist fight with McCree over some chicken nuggets.
• Jumps between you two and throws the old nuggets into the trash before either of you could stop her.
• Will call over her mom to watch Jesse.
• Makes you sit next to her so that you don’t start anymore trouble.
• Jumps when you try to hold her hand.
• “Your hand…..you….it’s SOOO soft”
• “I, uhhhhh….”
• “aawwwww…. You- your face…..LOOK red….mmmmmmm pretty face.”
• “Well, ummmm.”
• “ohhhhh….. I’m soorryyy…you’re…. I made….you uncomfortable.”
• You move away from her
• “NO.”
• “you sure??”
• “Yes.”
• She grabs your hand to punctuate her point.
• Your eyes are sparking and she gets redder.
• You two held hands for the rest of the night.

TRACER:
• She has a low alcohol tolerance, so she tries to be responsible and not drink.
• Has fun messing with the people who are drunk.
• This includes you.
• “heeeyyy…. HEY tra….leNA! Can….will you get me ano…some more??”
• “Some more what?”
• “The…uhhhhh….this one…”
• “What’s ‘this one,’ love?”
• “Drink…the..some beer?”
• “Haha, I think you’ve had enough!”
• It takes you a second to realize that she wasn’t getting more drinks for you.
• “aaaahHHHHH I see miss….smarty. Me…..TWO can play……”
• You make your way to a table nearby and stand on it.
• She’s a giggling mess telling you to get down from there.
• You wobble and fall off and she barely catches you.
• She cracks up and gives the cheesiest pickup line you’ve ever heard.

SOMBRA:
• Is the one who took you drinking.
• Keeps you upright and away from potential threats.
• Will still video tape you doing stupid things.
• “Som….sooommmBBBRRAAAA…letme….I gotta….I need to fight that guy.”
• “No way my friend. We need to lay low, remember?”
• “I don’t……he’s lookin at you….I don’t like him….or- or his….stuPID FACE.”
• “You jealous, pollito?”
• “no… He’s just…his face is stupid.”
• She teases you.
• “Just….c'mon….he needs….let me…one punch…on the faaaccceee.”
• “No, güey. How do you know he’s even looking at me?”
• “Wha….I…he…who wOULDNT?? You….you’re so….such pretty eyes. And, youre…I mean really??? But, you’re voice…aaaaaaaaa.”
• “Primo….. Do you have a crush on me?”
• “duh.”
• Taken back by your bluntness, but bursts out laughing.
• Sets up a date with you while you’re still confidant and then holds you to it.

ZARYA:
• Will not get drunk, she refuses.
• That being said, she can almost drink as much as Gabriel.
• Almost.
• Kinda acts like the bouncer if anyone gets too crazy.
• You where getting too crazy.
• She picked you up from under your armpits as you where about to hit Junkrat square in the gut because he owed you about five dollars.
• “That’s enough from you, tiny one.”
• “NOOOOO.”
• You reach up to her arms and pat them in dismay.
• She moves you to the door.
• “Wait….I can….I can tell you a secret if…..if I can….let me punch.”
• “No can do.”
• “pleeeaassseeee. If you….if you loved me…..I can go.”
• “And, if you loved me, you would stay.”
• “that….you…thATS NOT FAIR.”
• “Why is that, tiny one?”
• “because….. I love you.”
• She did let you stay after that, but under the condition that you stayed in her arms.

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I’m sleepy. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed! ( ̄▽ ̄)

My Hero - James McAvoy x Reader

Prompt: can you do one with the are you flirting with me prompt from that list you posted with james mcavoy? maybe you guys meet at a party or something???

A/N: Yess! Love McAvoy! - this was originally part of the Christmas thing i was doing but I missed the posting day, then it was going to be posted New Years Eve but I hadn’t finished it so… here it is! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by endingthemes


It was New Year’s Eve; once again you were planning to spend it at home, alone. That was the way you liked it, your friends didn’t seem to understand even though you had told them countless times. You just couldn’t work out why one of them was stood at your door, waiting for you to get ready to go out.

“Come on Y/N!” Your best friend pleaded, hands on your shoulders and a desperate look in their eyes. “Please? I’ll be fun, I promise!”
You stood there for a moment, running through your options. As far as you could tell, you had two. The first, go out, meet up with the rest of your friends and bring in the New Year surrounded by the people you love. The second would be to say no thanks and go back to the film you were trying to watch. “Fine, give me ten!” you reluctantly gave in, allowing your friend to enter while you went to get changed out of your pyjamas.
“Yes!” your friend cheered, “I knew I could get you to cave.”
You shook your head as you walked away; they always knew how to wrap you around their finger.

Once you were ready, the two of you called for a taxi and headed off to the bar to meet up with the rest of your friends. You had barely even walked through the door when another one of your friends had come bouncing up to you and put a drink in your hand.
“Y/N! I’m so glad you decided to come!” She shouted. The music was so loud it was almost impossible to hear anything.
“Yeah, well I figured it was time for a change in tradition” you responded at a similar volume.

Hours passed, you were being bought drinks left right and centre. You hadn’t even been up to the bar yet and you’d had too many drinks to count. “I’m getting the next round in, what do you want?” your best friend asked.
“No, no you’re not, I haven’t been up to the bar once! I’m going!” you insisted.
“If you say so!” they replied before listing everyone’s order.

You went up to the bar and put in your order. You were waiting for the bartender to pour the last few drinks when you spotted him. As far as you were aware, he hadn’t seen you but you continued to stare at him. He was just so…. handsome.
“Here’s your drinks” the bartender interrupted your thought.
“Great thanks, how much do I owe you?” you replied reaching into your bag for your purse.
“Nothing, that guy paid for them” he pointed to the handsome man opposite you who looked up, smiling and winked at you. You smiled back and nodded a thank you, picking up the tray of drinks.

You walked back to your friends carefully, trying not to spill anything.
“Okay guys” you shouted as you approached them, “here we go!” One by one, your friends collected their drinks, leaving just yours on the tray. You picked it up with your free hand and placed the tray down on the nearest table. “Hey, I’m just going to go get some fresh air” you said into the ear of the friend closest to you, gesturing to the door.
“You want some company?” they asked.
“No, no I’m good thanks. I won’t be long” you smiled and headed for the door.

You stood outside, thinking about everything that had happened that year and how in just a matter of hours it would all be behind you. The New Year was fast approaching.
“Fancy seeing you out here” said an unfamiliar voice.
“Sorry, are you talking to me?!” you questioned as you span around. “Oh, it’s you!” you smiled at the man who had paid for your drinks.
“Sorry, is it a bit weird that I followed you out here?” he asked.
“Well it wasn’t, but it is now” you laughed.
“I’m James, by the way” he smiled.
“Well James, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N”
“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine”

You began to shiver. Unsure of whether it was due to his immense charm or the cold December wind, you ignored it.
“Are you cold?” he asked. “Why didn’t you bring a coat, surely by now you know how cold it is in December” he said taking off his jacket. “Here, take mine” he draped his jacket over your shoulders.
“Thank you” you smiled, “you truly are my hero!” you added with a hint of sarcasm.
He laughed. “You’re most welcome”
“Oh, also I never thanked you properly for the drinks, you really didn’t need to do that”
“How else was I going to get your attention?” he asked, “Besides, now you have to see me again to return the favour” he had a Cheshire Cat like grin on his face.
“James, are you flirting with me?” you asked in disbelief.
“I believe I am indeed flirting with you” he responded.
“Okay fine, I’ll tell you what, if you’re sober enough to put your number in my phone, I will agree to go out with you and buy you that drink” you smiled. He gestured for you to hand over your phone, you unlocked it and did so.

He began typing in the number, “there” he announced triumphantly, “done!”
“How do I know that’s your number?” you asked. Before you could finish your sentence completely, he had pressed dial. Moments later, his phone began to ring. He took it out of his pocket to show you and indeed, your number was on his screen. “Well I guess that settles it then” you smiled.
“Why don’t you let me call you instead” he proposed.
“Okay” you whispered with a smile. You took your phone back from him and looked at the time. “Shit, I’d better get back to my friends” you began to take his jacket off your shoulders.
“Keep it on” he stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll come and find you at midnight; you can give it me back then.”
You dropped your head slightly; you could feel yourself going red. You lifted your head back up and nodded in agreement.

Walking away from him, you couldn’t help but smile. You made your way back over to your friends.
“Hey, where’ve you been!” your best friend asked, “and who’s jacket is that?!”
“You’ll find out” you smiled.

Sure enough Midnight rolled around; everyone was clinking glasses to the New Year. You began looking around the room for any sign of James, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. Before you could come to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to show up, you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders from behind.
“Can I have my jacket back please” he chuckled.
“I was beginning to think you had left” you responded.
“What, without seeing you again, I don’t think so” he smiled. “Happy New Year, Y/N” he said in a low voice, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“Happy New Year, James.”

Daddy Osterfield pt.1

Purely because I had an idea and I felt like writing because everyone’s been so nice to my first imagine. So enjoy this first part in a story I am so excited to write.

Warnings: none unless you don’t like one night stands or families disowning members.

Word count: 1312.

Tagging: @misshollander1 because you supported me :)

Part 2 is here


Watching your daughter run around, a small smile presented itself on your lips. She seemed so happy, as unaware of all life’s important lessons as she chased after your Dog in the park. The little ones blue eyes blinding you, much like her fathers did on the night you met. For a second you forgot and began to remember how that night progressed.

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You’re going to be a dad (Shawn Mendes)

I got inspired by Shawn singing at his friend’s wedding so I wrote an imagine where you tell drunk Mendes that you’re pregnant.

Requests are open!

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Originally posted by thugshawn


„See that‘s what happens when I eat every second of the day with you“ I tell Shawn laughing while he‘s trying to zip my dress. But the reason why I‘m too big for this dress is not eating, I‘m pregnant and Shawn doesn‘t know that. No one knows that. „I still love you, even with that little tummy of yours“ Shawn says sweetly while pecking me on the lips. I hope You will still love me.

„They are so beautiful“ I whisper to Shawn while looking at the bride and groom. „I promise you. One day both of us will be standing there“ I squeeze his hand and smile. I hope.

I look at Shawn singing the song he wrote for his friends and smile. I love this boy more than anything.  „Hi honey, I haven‘t seen you eat or drink today“ Karen sits next to me. My gaze shifts from the wedding couple dancing their first dance to Shawn‘s mother. „Oh, I just don‘t feel like eating or drinking today“ Or maybe  just know that I probably will puke after eating. I nervously giggle, while silently praying that she will drop this subject. „Just don‘t starve yourself, you already look so thin“ ha see you after 8 months. I will look like a troll. Petite and fat. Hell even troll will look better than me. I start clapping when the first dance is over and now everyone is pulling their second halfs to the dance floor. I spot Shawn coming to me. „Princess, will you dance with me?“ I gently take Shawn‘s hand and let him lead me to dance floor. „You did amazing, love“ I smile while looking up at him. „I felt more nervous than I do at my concerts“ Shawn laughs.

Soon Shawn is teared away from me and I find my way to people i talked before. „Ladies?“ guy comes to us with champagne glasses, everyone takes except for me. „Sorry“ I sheepishly smile. „So Y/N, how long you and Shawn are together?“ someone I don‘t really remember asks „Almost two years“ I grin while finding in the distance Shawn already looking at me. He soon comes to me and wraps his hands around me from behind. „Exspecting babies or marriage soon?“ not exspecting this question I start coughing. „You okay, princess?“ Shawn asks concerned. „Yeah, yeah..“

„Look Shawn, he‘s so cute“ I laugh while pointing at the cute boy dancing. Shawn joins me laughing. But soon his face changes into frown. „Is everything alright?“ I ask gently touching his face. Shawn nods his head. „Is just that I‘ve been thinking. Especially after Janet asked us about marriage and babies“ I start to play nervously with my bracelets. It‘s something I always do in the moments like these. „I want to marry you, Y/N, have ki…“ „Come here Shawn¡“ Matt interrupts him. Shawn and Matt looks at me questioningly I nod my head and smile „Go“ Shawn still looks at me but quickly kisses me and goes to drink with his friends.

„Shawn, where‘s our room?“ I ask him slighly laughing. „Maybe here“ he points at the random door. „No love, it says Karen and Manny, that‘s not ours. You told me that you know where our room is“ I whine at the sight of drunk Shawn. „Why can‘t we go to a random room?“ he looks at me like I‘m stupid. „Because it‘s 4 in the morning and everyone is sleeping except for you and a few of your friends“ I roll my eyes smiling. „Oh my god Shawn“ I squeal when I hear Shawn bumping his head into wall. He starts to laugh really loud. „Shhh, baby, shh, everyone is sleeping“ I try to calm him while laughing myself. I quickly start to kiss him so he would shut up „Maybe I shoud yell more“ he winks at me.

After forever we finally found our room. Shawn insisted that our room was on the biggest house there, even tho I told him that it was the place where bride and groom will be sleeping but because drunk Shawn is stubborn we took like 30minutes to actually find our room. „Shawn please take off your clothes“ I whine looking at the boy almost sleeping with his suit on. He groans and starts taking it off. I do the same thing with my dress. As I cuddle up to him he whispers „You looked beautiful today, just like always“ his lips leaving wet kisses on my neck. I smile and kiss him on the lips. When his breathing calms and I‘m sure that he‘s asleep I whisper while putting his arms on my tummy „You‘re going to be a dad, Shawn“

I shiver when my feet touches cold ground. Trying not to wake up Shawn I get up from bed and walk to my bags where my other clothes are. I quickly put my clothes on and with a makeup bag I walk to toilet where I wait for my morning sickness. After  I puke, I do my make up and go straight to the lobby where most people are already talking and eating.

As I drink my tea I spot Shawn coming. Soon he‘s stopped by his dad. I send Shawn smile and turn around to keep talking with people around me.
„Hi princess“ Shawn greets me while kissing my lips. When he sits next to me I lean into him and wrap my hands around him. „You look green, love“ I laugh at him. He slighly groans „Why didn‘t you tell me to stop drinking?“ he asks looking at him. „Cmon, we‘re going to take walk around“ I say standing up and pulling him with me.

„Y/N?“ Shawn asks with a serious tone. I look up to him. „I don‘t really remember what happenned yesterday, at least not clearly but I do remember what you said before I fell asleep“ I froze. Did he hear me. „Am I really going to be a dad?“ Shawn asks with hope in his eyes. I put his hands on my tummy and nod my head. Soon I see tears rolling down his cheeks. I gently whipe them away with my thumb „We‘re going to be parents, Shawn“ I say grinning. „I love you“ „I love you too“

Reunion - Rafael Barba

Rafael Barba x Reader

Imagine: Rafael Barba going to his high school reunion.


A pair of green eyes mindlessly watched his reflection as his hands threw a crisp and silky tie around his neck. Like routine, his hands looped the silky patterned tie around and securing it with a clean knot. He looked very sharp in his three piece suit and styled hair. He stood tall with his back straight and confidence that many envy. Yet, there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Rafael understood that networking was a part of working towards his future. He knew that if he wanted to climb up the ladder and be heard, he needed to attend the galas, dinner parties and a whole lot of kissing ass. He had to make the right friends. Rafael was a realist. He was a smart man, and he knew that there would be sacrifices he would have to make for his future.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t just a dinner party. It was his high school reunion. The only reason he was going was because he needed to speak with his old friend Alex Munoz. The last time he spoke to Alex, he told him that he was planning to work his way to running for mayor. Rafael wasn’t surprise, the man was always ambitious. Alex said his schedule has been all booked up and the only time he had was during the reunion. Rafael knew it was just an excuse to get him to attend it. Not that Alex would take no for an answer. The man always had a way of guilt tripping Rafael. So, he agreed, reluctantly, but still agreed.

As his taxi headed to the hotel, he constantly reminded himself that he was doing this because he needed to for his career. It didn’t mean he had to like it. He couldn’t help but dread the excessive bragging from adults that hadn’t mentally matured. When his taxi arrived, he took a deep breath, paid the driver and stepped out. He confidently walked through the lobby in his shiny leather brown shoes.

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How You Met - (X-Men Origins: Wolverine Preference)

Logan
You were a barmaid in the local bar. He would rarely let anyone else serve him and got jealous when other men you were serving flirted with you. Finally, after he threw a table at a man who was harrassing you, and you led him outside, he told you how he felt about you and since then you’ve been together.


Victor
You met when you were a part of Team X. You and Victor never really talked much during that time but you’d often catch him staring at you. He later hunted you down after you left the Team.


Wade
You met him during training for Team X. You were learning what weapon worked best for you along with your mutation (control of fire) and after Zero gave up trying to demonstrate the uses of various guns, Wade stepped in to show you the uses of swords. You loved them because you could cover the blades in flames and make them extra dangerous. In the end though, you decided on using slightly shorter blades.


Remy
You were a pick pocket. You’d spent a night in the same bar that he was playing poker in. As he was ordering a drink, he spotted you slipping someones wallet from their pocket. He was immediately intrigued by the way you’d seduced the man then stolen it. Instead of just going to talk to you like he usually would, Remy decided to try and get you to try pick pocket him.


Yellow

A/N: A whole lot of fluff for our fluffy leader Namjoon’s birthday. Also, this was a request for an anon so I hope you like it!

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: FLUFF

Word Count: 2.7k

(i couldn’t not use this gif)

Originally posted by jiguk

“Remind me why I am coming to one of your philosophy parties again?” you asked your roommate as you slipped your dress over your head.

Hani had just finished getting dressed. She put her hands on her hips and sighed, “Because, I don’t like anyone in my major. And you haven’t left your studio in like 2 weeks. I think the paint fumes are getting to your brain”

“That’s not true. I’m not at the studio now” Hani shot you an unamused joke. “Any time I go with you I spend most of the time in the bathroom playing Mystic Messenger because I have no clue what the hell any of you are talking about”

Hani sighed, “If it’s really that bad then I’ll buy you pancakes or something, okay?”

You took in your reflection one last time. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, “Buy me chocolate chip pancakes and then we have a deal”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re such a child”

You threw on your coat, “And soon I’ll be a child with pancakes”

The two of you stood in front of the apartment door. You tensed, desperately wanting to make a run for it Hani instinctively grabbed you by the elbow, “Don’t even think about it”

You groaned, “There better be something other than red wine at this thing”

Your roommate rolled her eyes, “I can’t make any promises” she said as she knocked on the front door.

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I was having a mildly bad day today, and right after ordering a drink at McDonald’s I spot this 12? year old kid looking at me. So I turn to them and they hold up their fist and we fist bump and they just wordlessly walk away. They absolutely made my fucking day.

I can only imagine it was because of Pokemon Go (was on my phone, plus on my wrist) or Team Instinct (people are so much more adept at spotting what team I’m on when I’m playing than vice versa) but just made me happy.

Are these two even real?

So, two days ago the  FLASHスペシャルグラビアBEST 2017GW got released and there’s this wonderful person on my Twitter who kinda reported an excerpt from a MaYuki interview in the magazine. 

I strongly suggest y’all to sit down, ‘cause what you’re gonna read is VERY gay.

Q3 is about their current relationship nowadays. 
M: since when we both got selected for singles senbatsu we both have grown closer, haven’t we? 
Y: But because we’re constantly together on workplace, time spent together outside of it has become pretty rare, hasn’t it? Even our seats on the Shinkansen would be always next to each other.
M: Our managers always make sure that we’re together, too (laughs)
Y: Talk about getting so much along. 

Q6 asks them what would they change about the other person, if they could. 
Y: Maybe the way she laughs. It’s a laughter she lets out only when she’s with me and it’s really something. 
M: *ugly laugher* 
Y: That’s the one! That’s what I’m talking about!
M: But this is the one I let out only with people I opened my heart to. With others is just a fake laugh. 
Y: Ain’t you exaggerating there!? 
M: What I’d change about you is your overly considerate nature. When I asked you to let me have what you were drinking you even asked me, “but I put my lips on it, you sure it’s OK?”
Y: That’s because I’m a fussy person (T/N: I’m not sure how to properly translate it in english, so I’m not sure if “fussy person” would be the most appropriate translation, but what I meant is that she doesn’t like it when people eat the same thing she’s eating or drink from the same spot she’s been drinking simply because she thinks that’s dirty or not clean as a thing). 
M: That’s fine, I’m telling you! I trust you so I can drink from it! 
Y: god, you’re over-reacting (laughs) 

and these are messages they wrote for each other↓

「Yukiri~n
Let’s go have fun someplace
next time~
Mayuyu」

which reminds me, I don’t know if anyone has translated it yet, but because I was on hiatus (AKA crying alone in a corner for Haruka) I kinda forgot to translate for y’all the love letter Mayu wrote for Yuki on last month’s number of  『duet』. 

「To Yukirin,
It’s been 10 years since our first meeting, and you’re still the same kind and nice person. Thank you for always embracing me with your immense kindness just like a mother would do. Because we’ve both got similar sense of humor and sensibility, it becomes easy to feel happy and just have fun when I’m with you. You’d always call me out on my stupid things whenever I’d say or do any, so I always feel like I can be 100% myself when I’m with you, and just do whatever I want (laughs). Despite you said you wouldn’t sing, you also agreed to come with me to the karaoke, didn’t you. “If you wanna go, Mayu, then let’s go”. But I ended up singing alone for the whole time and… At some point I kinda felt my heart breaking in two. Singing alone feels lonely, so please, next time we go sing with me (laughs). Also, we should totally go to that Sanrio Puroland too, since we both keep saying we wanna go!」

this actually is a love letter since they asked her to write a letter for three people she holds dear to her. One was for her mother, another was for her fans, and the third one was for Yuki. 
You’re welcome. 

Here’s Yuki’s message for Mayu from the FLASH magazine, btw↓

「Mayu-chan ❤
Keep being yourself whenever we’re together from now on too, alright? ;) 
I’ll always, always,
LOVE you.
Yukirin」



“That’s fine, I’m telling you! I trust you so I can drink from it!“

remember that time during their own showroom when Yuki was eating a candy and Mayu wanted to eat it too, so she asked for a bite from Yuki’s candy, but Yuki wouldn’t give it to her? 

I do. 

Getting Nowhere

genre: angst?/fluff/slightly suggested smut (tbh it’s like not even really smut)

summary: you and jimin were friends with benefits, and you never intended to be anything more, but what about him?

a/n: So I needed another guy for a part of the story, I just picked Taehyung, but in this scenario I’m not thinking as if Jimin and he would know each other. I changed the request slightly, but not by much :)

- original title was “you can’t love me” but I changed it, i didn’t really like that one anymore lol

Originally posted by bwipsul

The sun broke through the shades, finally waking you. But upon opening your eyes, you quickly realized this was not your room. Not your bed. And you were just gonna take a wild guess that you weren’t in your apartment.

Looking over your shoulder, it didn’t surprise you to see the familiar black haired friend of yours sound asleep next to you.

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anonymous asked:

An AU with McSpirk/Spones/Spirk/McKirk in the last tv-show you watched or the last book you read?

I know this shouldn’t technically count as a book, but I was at my grandma’s place and she only reads these magazines ok.

  • “… the heroic heartthrob was seen in York Town last night, cosying up to his dreamy doctor– Jim,” Bones says, putting down his PADD, “what the fuck is this?” “They called me heroic heartthrob,” Jim replies, smirk on his face, “and look. You’re a dreamy doctor. Can’t disagree with that. You’re like, the McDreamy and McSteamy of the 23rd century, combined into one-” “JIM,” Bones interrupts him, crossing his arms over his chest, “this is paparazzi! Why is the paparazzi following us?” “I don’t know, why is this my fault?” Jim asks. “Because it usually is,” Bones answers, and Jim huffs. “Touche.”
  • “What am I going to tell Joanna?” Bones argues as they make their way to Starfleet’s Headquarters in York Town. They’re stationed there for at least another month or so, having some necessary repairs done to the Enterprise after an unfortunate encounter with Klingons. “I don’t know, that her daddy’s really into his captain? And they were enjoying a quiet, private date that was interrupted by paparazzi? Does it really matter?” Jim asks, “it’s not like Joanna doesn’t know we’re together. We literally had breakfast together this morning.” “That’s not the point,” Bones says, “I don’t want people intruding in my private life.” “Well,” Jim starts, “what do you want me to do about this?” “Fix it.” “Fix what?” “This stupid paparazzi following you!” Jim rolls his eyes, though he tries not to because the glare coming from the doctor is quite intimidating. “Fine, sweetheart, I’ll fix it,” he says, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Bones’ cheek, and then he disappears into Starfleet’s office for a command meeting.
  • “Trouble on Enterprise Paradise? Captain James Kirk spotted holding hands with communications officer Nyota Uhura- this is your way of fixing it?” Bones asks a day or so later. Jim shrugs, resting his head on Bones’ lap as he’s mindlessly going through the e-mails on his PADD, not particularly interested in those gossip stories at all. “What? Now they don’t think you and I are dating anymore,” he says, and Bones huffs. “And Uhura agreed with this?” “Of course,” Jim replies, smiling lightly as Bones runs his fingers through Jim’s hair. “Literally everyone still thinks you’re dating,” Joanna replies, sitting at the dining table while playing a game on her handheld console. “Except those stupid magazines, maybe,” Bones says. “I can confuse them a little more, if you want,” Jim says, but Bones shakes his head. “It’s fine, let’s not get carried away, here,” he says, but judging by the small grin on Jim’s face, he knows Jim’s going to take this to the next level.
  • “Just friends or just married? Captain Kirk and First Officer Spock seen wearing matching sweaters and sharing Chinese Fondue in local restaurant.” “In an exclusive interview, Jim Kirk proclaims he’s taking a class in engineering ‘just to get closer to Scotty’. Has he finally found the one?” “Hot bod alert; Jim Kirk and Pavel Chekov sporting abs as they enjoy a swim- and spa date together. Could it be?” “DENIED by married Hikaru Sulu, Jim Kirk spotted drinking alone." "Commitment addict or issues? Jim Kirk spotted with newly recruited Jaylah.”
  • “This is ridiculous,” Bones replies, and Jim smiles lightly. “Is it stupid, or brilliant?” he asks, and Bones laughs. “It’s stupid,” he replies, sliding an arm around Jim’s shoulder to pull him in closer. “did you really go on dates with everyone in the crew?” “Yeah,” Jim replies, “I took them out doing their favorite things. Except, y'know, Sulu didn’t want to have his name in those magazines, but the others didn’t care much." "I have to agree with the hot bod one,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “I know you dig me,” he says, and he leans in to kiss Bones softly. “Gross,” Joanna says, “we’re in a restaurant, dad. No wonder everyone thinks you’re dating.”
Every Now and Then I Fall Apart

A fic I posted on AO3 about a month ago before I had a tumblr

Fandom/Pairing: Batman-JayTim

Rating: T

Length: 1995 Words

The first time Tim Drake cries over Jason Todd, Jason doesn’t know about it. Jason doesn’t know because he’s dead.

Tim Drake stands unseen in the back watching Jason’s casket lower into the ground and remembers. Remembers photographing Jason on his first night out as Robin. Remembers how he could tell this was a new Robin because he moved differently from Dick Grayson. Where his flips weren’t nearly as graceful as his predecessor, his punches were much more powerful.

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