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Okay so i can't stop thinking about making out like really slowly and passionately with shawn while gravity by john mayer plays. Can't get it out of my mind! I have to fucking concentrate on school and not on THIS!! It's so distracting.. Anyway i hope you have a great day!!

Honestly lazy make out sounds absolutely fabulous. There is nothing that sounds more comfortable? And somehow it sounds so peaceful? I’m way too emotional about that boy.

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The Jealous Hufflepuff (Newt X Reader)

Originally posted by 5sos-1d-thedorks

For this story, just pretend Porpentina is just Newt’s friend. If you don’t like that idea, don’t read it! I’m simply trying to give people some fluff for their hungry souls! Also just pretend Jacob never lost his memory of what happened in the movie. Lastly, sorry if I’ve posted like a lot today. I don’t care. I love Fantastic Beasts and I’m kidding, I’m not even remotely sorry.

Warnings: so much fluff, you might die. Read with caution. And maybe heart it, if you like it.

“Ever wondered if Newt gets jealous?” Porpentina said cutting straight to the chase.

You paused from drinking your coffee to look at your friend. “What do you mean?” You asked skeptically.

It was just you, Porpentina, Jacob, and Queenie. Newt said he was too busy to attend coffee, but they all knew he was highly introverted and probably needed some down time with his beasts. Whenever Newt wasn’t around, for some reason, the conversation was always on that strange nerdy, but adorable man.

“I was just curious. I heard Hufflepuffs are really loyal and patient. Sweet people, if you get what I’m saying,” Porpentina explained calmly stirring her tea.

“The people everyone loves,” Jacob concluded.

You kept your skeptical look on Porpentina. Where was she going with this? They all knew you had a major crush on Newt. It was kind of hard not to notice. You were a bumbling idiot around Newt! It didn’t help that Queenie kept reading your mind, and would always wink and smile at you. “Porpentina. What are you thinking…?” You said bluntly.

Porpentina shrugged. “We’re having this bet,” she started slowly. “Jacob doesn’t think Newt could get jealous, but I’m not so sure.”

You looked blankly at Jacob, who refused to look at you, and then back at Porpentina. “Seriously. What’s going on?”

Queenie blurted out in her soft voice, “We want to make Newt jealous.”

The heck. Make Newt jealous?! That sounded like a recipe for disaster! “Are you serious?!” You demanded.

“Look it’s not like he’s not a man, he has feelings and desires too, I’m sure!” Porpentina insisted strongly.

You blushed. Where was she going with this…? “Hold on—you aren’t… no, don’t you even dare, Porpentina…” you said in an almost strained voice.

Porpentina refused to look at you and continued, “You’re mad for him, honey. It doesn’t take Queenie’s mind reading to know it. And we’re curious to know how Newt feels about you.”

“It will be fun!” Queenie added on, smiling sweetly at you.

“FUN?” You mimicked. “This is a horrible idea! Please no!”

“We already made the bet,” Jacob chided, giving you a pleading look. “Prove that I’m right and he can’t ever get jealous. C’mon, help a guy out, Y/N.”

You looked flustered, looking at everyone. It was true, you were curious to know how Newt felt about you, but this was a little extreme. “How… hypothetically, suppose are we going to make him jealous?”

“Pretend that you and Jacob are fond of each other,” Porpentina said absentmindedly.

You looked at Queenie. “Ummmm… I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”

“That’s kinda what I thought…” Jacob said, also looking at Queenie.

But Queenie was beaming. She laughed musically, “Don’t be silly, goobers! I came up with the idea myself!”

“Yeah but still,” Jacob mumbled under his breath. “The only lady I really want is you.”

Queenie gave him a loving look and patted his hands. “I know, love. But do it for me. I know you have feelings for me, help Y/N out for me!”

“Okay, fine!” You shouted loudly, your face hot red. “When do we start?”

You walked closely to Jacob, giggling like an idiot. But the giggling was a horrible nervous giggle of apprehensiveness. This was so stupid.

The plan was really simple. You were pretending to like Jacob, and to make things a little more realistic, hopefully, Jacob was pretending not to be interested in you. Basically, now that you thought about it, making you look like a total horrible slutty adultery woman.

All of you were taking a walk in Central Park, talking about beasts and what other creatures they might find. However, Newt was strangely quiet, and only talked once the subject about beasts came up.

“Oh, dear, my shoe fell off,” you stated in a matter-o-fact tone. You clutched onto Jacob’s arm, hoping on one foot.

Jacob steadied you as you put your shoe back on, glancing up at Newt. Newt was expressionless, but smiled sweetly at you once he caught you looking at him. You felt a wave of complete guilt wash over you, as Newt just looked at you, smiling like nothing was wrong.

“Thanks, Jacob,” You said, more in a bedraggled tone than a flirty up beat way. You stopped giggling, but you didn’t walk away from Jacob, even though you wanted nothing more than to rush over and hug Newt.

There were a few more attempts later that day, but all of them failed. No matter what happened, Newt seemed calm and always smiled at you. But there was a sort of hollowness in his smile. More confused and less happy. You couldn’t really read his expression, but you knew something was wrong. He probably hated you. For flirting with Jacob, when Queenie wasn’t around. How horrible.

The more and more you flirted with Jacob, the more you hated yourself. You wanted to take up your wand and simply blow off your head. You couldn’t keep doing this to Newt!

You were helping Jacob feed some of Newt’s pets, giggling and talking quietly with Jacob. Jacob was nearly as worn out as you were. He was sick of this all, but Queenie kept insisting.

Jacob said he was going up to check on Queenie who was cooking dinner for them. “I’ll be right up, Jacob!” You giggled. It sounded like a sickly giggle though.

Newt had been silently watching the two of you, while petting a salamander. You were alone with Newt now. “Y/N,” Newt said softly.

You turned to Newt, refusing to look at him. “Yes?”

“Why… are you…” he stumbled over his words, frowning hard. “I don’t understand.”

You began to walk to the ladder which took them back to the real world. “What do you not understand?” You asked slowly, not wanting to know the answer.

Newt fidgeted with his fingers nervously, figuring out how to explain it to you. He followed you and said, “Well… it’s just that… what you’re doing, I don’t think it’s right.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. How were you going to explain this? You hastily made your way to the ladder. Once you were back into the apartment, Porpentina could help you explain it all. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“No. It’s exactly what I think it is,” Newt said sharply and boldly. “It needs to stop.”

You were almost hurt by the way he said it. Newt was always soft spoken, and sweet. But he sounded stern and almost angry. You walked a little faster. “Please, Newt, you don’t really understand,” You whimpered.

You began to climb the ladder, but Newt tried to gently grab at your hand. “Y/N,” He said softly.

Newt grasping at your hand, made your face blush and your mind went something along the lines of JFDKLAFJDSIOP NEWT IS HOLD MY HAND HFDSKLAFJALJFKL. With that sudden realization, stupid you lost your balance and fell off the ladder. You let out a high pitch squeal and you fell onto Newt, sending the both of you onto the ground.

He let out a, “OOOF!” as you fell on top of him.

Tangled up, you hastily apologized, completely erratic and nervous. “I’m so sorry, Newt! I didn’t mean to fall on you!” You sat up, still sitting on Newt and gazed down on him with an embarrassed look.

Newt looked back up at you and gently put his hand on your face. “Y/N… what’s going on?”

“I-I’m sorry,” was all you could say, as stupid hot tears filled your eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you!”

Newt propped himself up, his other hand still on your cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, looking concerned.

Your heart skipped a beat. He called you sweetheart. You frantically wiped away the tears. “It’s just that… I didn’t want to make you jealous, but it was Porpentina’s idea.”

Newt blinked a few times, then he raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, make me jealous?”

Uh oh. You said it. You hiccupped and said, “Uhh… why don’t we just go up and eat dinner?”

What stopped you from getting up off Newt was Newt gently pressing his lips against your forehead. Then he moved his lips to your mouth, kissing innocently. He then breathed quietly, “Is that was you wanted?”

“Making you jealous or the kiss?” You murmured quietly. His thumb was softly stroking your cheek, and your heart felt like it was going to explode. AKA heart attack and you would just die. Embarrassing and depressing if that happened.

“Both?” He concluded, rubbing his forehead against yours.

You smiled contently, breathing in the smell of cloves and hay. “Yeah. I think so…” was all you could say. Sounded stupid, but you were basically in a trance, so who cares.

Suddenly three heads poked out from the suitcase opening. “That’ll be six weeks of pastries, Jacob,” Porpentina mused, looking down at you and Newt. You were still sitting on Newt, and looked like you weren’t in a hurry to get up.

Both you and Newt looked up at them. Newt laughed, but you were less forgiving than Newt. You glared up at them, and barked, “Seriously, you guys?” Then you turned to Newt. “Were you really jealous, Newt?”

Newt snaked his hand around your neck and said, “I was absolutely dotty for you.” He pulled you in for another kiss.

Queenie laughed and said, “Look at them, Jacob! Aren’t you happy for them?”

Suddenly, a thought burst into your mind. You were a little bit angry. Maybe more than a little bit. “Queenie…” you said in a low growl.

“Yes, dear?” she asked curiously, smiling down at you.

You glared at her. “Did you know Newt fancied me already?”

Queenie smiled innocently. “This was a bet to see if Newt got jealous, pie-dear. You never asked me if Newt fancied you.”


The end!

Too much angst atm so i skipped the whole prison part….so yeah…
Happy reunion robron!!  ٩◔‿◔۶

(Rob’s probably the biggest instagram user in ED, lets face it.)

UNFREAKING BELIEVABLE. JUST WOW. I can’t believe the fandom did this ONCE AGAIN. These “idols” are nothing but mere people at the end of the day. They have their own issues, with their own set of complicated emotions, and their own lives to live just like us; so can we all start treating them like human beings?!? You say and do things that you CLEARLY don’t think through and it’s truly disgraceful. Anyone who posted something along the lines of “Oh BamBam’s got a daddy Kink” is officially cancelled. This boy sees Mark’s father as an ACTUAL father figure because his father passed away when he was a young boy. He has lived almost his entire life without a father and the fact that he can see Mark’s father in this light is beautiful. BamBam calling Mark’s father “daddy” can be seen as something soft, pure, and endearing. It’s like a child calling their father “daddy” when they were still very young. The fact that y'all would take that out of context, and turn it into something perverted is disgusting. The “fans” who did this really need to get there lives together and think about what they say/do before acting it.

Heaven is Hotter Than Hell

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1980

A/N: Jealous!Cas with a hint of Dom!Cas for extra spice. Public sex. Adult/NSFW/smut warning!!! A little fluffy, because I don’t know how to write Castiel without the fluff. I am not ashamed of this.

Effervescent laughter rose above all else - the din of bar conversation, the clinking of glass, the sloshing of alcohol, and the classic rock humming on repeat from the jukebox. It needled at the patient reserve of the angel isolated in a dimly lit corner. Castiel’s steel-blue eyes smoldered - fixed on the raven-haired man in a well-fitted suit situated at the bar - lids burdened with disdain.

Bouncing hair flirtatiously tossed, teasingly dragging your lower lip through biting teeth, fingers playing with the lapel of the man’s coat, you exuded virility.

The delighted pitch of your giggle pierced the seraph more painfully than any angel blade could - fuel to the flame, his fiery gaze flared, the wrath directed towards this stranger barely contained in tightly wound muscles primed to snap. Cas observed you dance this dance before – the choreography a festering lesion seared into his memory. Next, you would excuse yourself on some pretext to reapply needless makeup and straighten already perfectly mussed hair. Upon returning, you would whisper something meant only for the stranger’s ears, yet also perceived by angelic ones - an invitation to call it a night and join you in your motel room. The rare evening such as this one, witnessing you escape the rigors of the hunter life into a stranger’s arms, was nearly overwhelming. The angel seethed with envy, longing for those words to be uttered from your honeyed lips - spoken only for him. But you didn’t look at him that way, and never laughed so freely when he spoke.

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Teenagers Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak  being so completely in love with each other. And walking down the hall holding hands, or even just linking pinkies. Cas always wearing Dean’s over sized letter man jacket, and kissing him before and after games. Always cute and chaste before, but then a running leap into Dean’s arms after, wrapping his legs around his sweaty boyfriend’s waist and kissing the daylights out of him for all of the stands and the team to see.

And Dean will always get called out in class for staring at Cas and not paying attention. But eventually Dean stops being embarrassed and just plainly states that he can’t help it- his boyfriend is too beautiful. Making Castiel blush, but then Dean just kisses him right there in class (not too much of course) and the teacher wants to be mad but she can’t because they are both so adorable.

Cas and Dean being all curled up together on the couch. Castiel falling asleep on Dean. Eventually Dean falling asleep too. When Mary and John find them they just smile and throw a blanket over their son(s).

Both of them having a picture of each other as their lock screen. Dean’s of Cas focusing intently on a drawing, his face is a little scrunched up, and his glasses are falling down his nose a bit. Castiel’s of Dean driving Baby while singing Taylor Swift very very enthusiastically. They both will stare at their screens when they miss each other.

Just Dean and Cas in high school being the cute in love dorks that they are.


He watched her all evening: laughing with his sister, as Aaliyah showed her embarrassing baby pictures—he made a mental note to kill Aaliyah later—, learning how to cook the dinner his dad was preparing, her eyes glued intensely to the recipe, picking out a film with his mum and bonding over their shared hatred of Elf, he just didn’t get that one at all.

She caught him looking at her sometimes and he just smiled weakly, feeling his heart in his chest. She would poke her tongue out at him or scrunch his nose and he would laugh and be pulled back to the ground. She had this magical way of keeping his two feet on the ground whilst pushing him into the clouds.

She had been at his family home for three days now and it was Christmas Eve. His extended family was over and they were all in the living room laughing and talking. He scanned the room for her upon entering and found her immediately. He squeezed past his aunts and tiptoed around his little cousins to plop down on the couch beside her.

The second he sat down she pulled herself out of an animated conversation with his eldest cousin and her husband. He felt his heart catch in his throat as she smiled at him. Her hair falling gently down her back, her freckles smattering her face, and her Christmassy red lips made him speechless.

“Hi you,” She said, “Where’d you go?”

“Kitchen,” Shawn said indicating to the glass in his hand, “What were you guys talking about?”

“Well, your lovely girlfriend was telling us all about her job, she’s a keeper, truly, Shawn,” His cousin’s husband said smiling.

“Yeah, she’s alright,” Shawn joked scrunching his nose at his blushing girl.

“Mummy,” interrupted a small voice, grasping the attention of the two young couples. A small girl in uneven pigtails started grabbing at the shirt of his cousin. They wished Shawn goodnight as they went to deal with their little one, leaving the two of them alone.

“Wanna go get some air?” Shawn said scanning the room which had become crowded and loud with the addition of his little cousins—returning from a “Secret Christmas Adventure, Shawn, you wouldn’t understand.”

She nodded her nose pressed against his shoulder, sliding her hand into his as they moved out of the room, unnoticed in the chaos.

They stood out on his back porch for a while, embracing the cold temperature and the freshly falling snow. Shawn wrapped his arms around her from behind kissing the top of her head as they looked out at the moon kissed snow.

“I love your family,” She said, shattering the silence.

“They love you, too,” Shawn said smiling, his chin resting on her head.

“Thank you for inviting me,” Her hand finding his, giving it a small squeeze at the end of her sentence. He kissed the side of her head and smiled as he smelled her familiar shampoo.

“Do you remember how nervous you were when you met them for the first time?” He said laughing, thinking of the memory.

“Nope, Shawn I’m just gonna go home I think,” She said her voice shaking in the airport terminal.

“No, you’re not. They are going to love you and if they don’t, which isn’t gonna happen, I love you and that’s pretty important, no?” Shawn reminded her firmly.

“Oh my god is that them? Is it?” She squeaked.

“No dear, they’re waving to the people behind us,” He said pulling her closer to him. They were standing in the cold outside of the airport. Her hand grabbed his tightly as his parents and sister approached them.

“I thought you were gonna break my hand the way you grabbed it so tightly,” He cackled.

“Little did you know, I was only holding your hand to leech your warmth,” She said in a dignified voice.

“You’re full of it,” He said still recovering from his laugh. He pulled her in to kiss her.

“I love you,” She said softly, snowflaked falling on her eyelashes.

He felt his heart catch once again. It’s funny how one person can catch your heart and hold it so tightly, perhaps without realizing it at all. He looked at her in the moonlight and the way that she smiled at him and the little chip in her front tooth and he just knew. Sometimes you just know.

I’ve been asleep for a while now
You tuck me in just like a child now
‘Cause every time you hold me in your arms
I’m comfortable enough to feel your warmth 


Say You Won’t Let Go

Requested by anonymous

AN: This has been requested twice and I’m so sorry it’s taken this long for me to finally get it written for you guys! I have no idea if this is what you expected, but hopefully everyone likes it!

Peering into his eyes lifted the dark cloud capturing your mind. His breathing was relaxed as he slept soundly next to you. These moments, these were the ones most special to you. The safety brought to you by Shawn was something you’ve never seen before and it had taken some time to reach this point.

Your hand reaches out, combing your fingers through his dark tresses. They fell perfectly around his face. He stirred, but didn’t wake, so you kept going.

Rain hit the window of your apartment, quietly. The serenity of the morning, making you incredibly comfortable. It was early, probably near 6am. The sun still hidden behind the trees. The days were passing too quickly and you weren’t ready to go back to college.

After too long a time spent watching your boyfriend sleep, you decided to make some breakfast. A couple hours have passed and it shouldn’t be long until he woke up too.

Eggs sounded perfect this morning. Breakfast in bed, even better.

You hadn’t heard Shawn wake up or the footsteps he took until arms snuck around your waist. A smile crossed your lips immediately, knowing the only person it could be.

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Red Carpet Nerves

Request: At the Golden Globes and the reader is an actress dating Shawn and they’re walking the red carpet together

a/n: I got this request when the golden globes were going on so it’s a tad bit late 😂 I hope you all like it and I would love to know what you thought!!! ALSO: i’m flying home to pa for a day for a family thing so i might not be very active for the next few days!! 

Your name: submit What is this?

Even though you’d been acting, professionally, since you were eight years old, red carpets still freaked you out.  It wasn’t the photographers, they were always nice to you, but the interviews made your palms sweat.  The interviewers obviously knew what they were going to ask you, but you had no idea what would be thrown your way.  And with each question, there were about a million follow up questions for whichever way you answered.

            Currently, you were getting ready in your hotel room for the Golden Globes.  You were nominated for Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture and to say it was one of the biggest nights of your life would be an understatement. 

           “Y/n?”  Your stylist knocked on the bathroom door, “Almost ready?”

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