he's turning into a little boy next week :))))

It’s Fandometrics, baby.

Television: Pretty Little Stevens.

Steven Universe makes one giant leap for show-kind up to No. 6
☆ Here’s one truth revealed about Pretty Little Liars: It’s back at No. 10.

Originally posted by estufar

Movies: American Buttsbuttsin.

American Assassin is killin’ it, debuts at No. 6.
⬇︎ Don’t mean to make you feel bad, but Your Name falls ten to No. 19.

Music: The Boys are back in town.

Paramore makes a stunning return to No. 3 after falling on Hard Times.
Fall Out Boy (No. 6)  teased their fans until they turned Purple in the face.

Celebrities: You know them, you love them. Celebrities!

Dylan O'Brien is back at No. 1. Will he be able to maintain his reign next week?
⬇︎ Hayden Christensen falls an unlucky seven to No. 17.

Originally posted by ohhdylanobrien

Games: High scores, low scores.

Bendy and the Ink Machine releases a second chapter, leaps six to No. 3
⬇︎ Mystic Messenger (No. 6) gonna turn on its read receipts. It’s falling, falling, falling.

Web stuff: Fresh Youtube meat!

Christine Sydelko of Elijah & Christine debuts at No. 13.
Philip DeFranco, the titular host of The Philip DeFranco Show, debuts at No. 19.

Hey. HEY. Hey.

We have a surprise for you next week. We don’t want to spoil it, but it involves fandom categories. New fandom categories. Brand new fandom categories that you’ve been asking about. You literally asked for this, Tumblr.

Originally posted by chasingskeleton

beneficial (m)

word count: 13780

a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook


Originally posted by donewithjeon

New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”


“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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Memoirs of the Broken People

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Pairing: JaehyunX Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au/Angst/Fluff/Historical

Summary: History used to be your favorite class of the day. Used to. But that was before the visions, the lashing out and the incredible, undeniable heartache that erupted every day. History was Jaehyun’s least favorite class too. 

Author’s note: Goddamn, where have I been? IT’S BEEN FOREVER! How are all of you? I’m back from hell and better than ever! Jkjk, anyways, I’ve been super obsessed with NCT lately, especially Taeyong, so ironically I write about Jaehyun apparently??? Anyways! Requests are open still, but I can’t promise I’ll get it done super fast since I’m on vacation. Anywho, Enjoy this piece of shit I just wrote!

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Jealous, Draco Malfoy x reader

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

Request: Hii can i request a Draco imagine where hufflepuff (y/n) likes to help neville when he gets himself into situations like his uniform got all chewed up from the monstrous book of monsters and (y/n) helps to sew his uniform and patch it up n stuff and Draco gets jealous becuz he likes (y/n) and he gets himself into situations similar to Neville (maybe thats why he went to bother the hippogriff the moment after) 😁
Information: Y/N = your name, h/c= hair color, h/l= hair length, e/c= eye color.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff reader

Draco didn’t really pay attention to the other houses. He was a slytherin, and as his parents always told him, he was meant to marry a pureblood. No one else. Of course there were purebloods in other houses, but Draco only looked at the slytherins. It wasn’t that the girls in slytherin were ugly, they were very pretty actually. They just weren’t his type. It didn’t matter how much they flirted with him, he couldn’t find himself to fall in love. His father always said that marriage wasn’t about love. Well that was easy to say for a man that crushed on a girl for years only to hear that he is going to marry her. Draco wants to find someone who he can talk to, who he can have a little fun with and who is pureblood
And then he saw them.
He didn’t know why he had never seen them before. Their h/l h/c hair seemed to glow in the sunlight, their e/c eyes sparkling with joy and a yellow scarf tightly wrapped around their neck. Yellow. And black. A hufflepuff. It wasn’t that he cared about their house. Everything was fine as long as it wasn’t gryffindor. The next two weeks, Draco kept a close eye on them. He noticed that they were one year below him. They didn’t hang out with the same people and never seemed to be in the same place. So he followed them. 

“Neville!” their slightly shorter frame turned around, their voice a little higher than usual as they noticed the clothes of the chubby gryffindor boy. “What happened?” They tried to fix his clothes and ran a finger across a cut on his cheek. “Ah, it’s nothing Y/N” Neville chuckled awkwardly. “The plants didn’t like me to take care of them today, that’s all.” he calmed them. Draco couldn’t help but feel jealous as they kept on insisting to take Neville to the hospital wing. 

Draco noticed that they cared about everyone who looked a little bit broken, and he got a plan. A stupid plan, but he was sure it would work. The jealousy has reached its highest point yesterday. He had walked into the great hall, seeing Y/N with a needle and a long threat working on Neville his robe. They were laughing together as they patched his robes all up within no time.

So Draco did the stupidest thing he could ever do. 

“What happened to you?” a voice behind him asked. He grinned to himself and confidently turned around, locking eyes with the smaller frame of Y/N. “A hippogriff” he sighed dramatically. They gasped and their eyes scanned his arm. “Mrs. Pomfrey said I were lucky, it could have killed me.” they kept on talking for a while as they walked towards the Hufflepuff common rooms. He wouldn’t admit it, but he fell more in love than ever just by talking to them. 

Meant to Be - Part Eight: Silence

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv @brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @liv-livingafandomlife @gamzeenmakara @ham-for-ham @fruityfrootloops @canyoubemyfour @whimsicalfangirlthings @kakapo-the-owl-parrot @ssnips @iimnotyourson @theonethatscalledtay

Word Count: 2485

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open, @jamiltonhivemind, and @sovroski for drawing me tHE BEST ART PLEASE YOU ARE ALL AMAZING 

also @mymintispeeling for adding tags that literally make me laugh out loud (ex. #we’re reaching new tips of the yikesberg)

A/N: this is a lot… i feel like it’s badly organized aaah, but enjoy anyway <3

“You can’t be in here.”

“He was just trying to work on his art project.”

“School’s over, boys. Pack up your things and leave.”

“He can’t! He passed out.”

“That’s not my problem. We could have a lawsuit on our hands if the board found out one of you got hurt when the school’s supposed to be closed.”

“With all due respect, sir, that’s not my problem.”

John’s eyes cracked open slightly. His mouth felt dry. His head was pounding. He blinked twice to clear his vision, and tried to take in his surroundings. He was staring at a pair of loafer-clad feet. He was very close to the floor, but his head felt cushioned. He rolled his head to look up, and found himself staring at Aaron’s chin, set forward defiantly. He realized then that his head was nestled into the boy’s lap.

Aaron looked down when John shifted his head, and his eyes brightened. “John, you’re awake! Are you okay?”

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Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x reader

Requested: nope

Warnings: none

Word count: 969 (I know it’s small don’t judge please)

A/N OKAY, this is something I spent a lot of time writing, and actually got detention because I was writing part of it during an EXTREMELY BORING history class, so I really hope you like it!


   (Y/N) woke up into the night. The attacks were getting more frequent each day, and so were her nightmares. Sitting up and resting her head on the headboard of her bed, acknowledging the fact that she wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon, she grudgingly got out of bed dragging her blanket with her, and headed downstairs to the golden and red common room. 

   She threw herself on the couch opposite the fireplace. With a flick of her wand, a roaring fire appeared in it. She covered herself with the blanket, also covering her nearly bare feet. She was only wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt that belong to her best friend since third year, Sirius Black. Although his scent still lingered off of the shirt and provided some comfort, it wasn’t enough to help her fall back asleep. She shifted on the couch, so that her face reflected the light of the fire as she stared absent mindlessly into the fireplace.

   Sirius Black woke up in the middle of the night due to a noise that came from downstairs. After multiple attempts to fall asleep, he gave up and headed towards the common room.

   He had reached the top of the staircase when the light coming from downstairs made him wince. Once his ayes adjusted to the light, he saw his best friend, (Y/N) Lawson lying on t he couch.

“Couldn’t sleep, Lawson?” he asked

   (Y/N) turned upon hearing her friend’s voice, seeing him descend the stairs half naked. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing a toned chest and a more-than-generous six-pack.

“Like what you see?” he asked, a smirk already finding itself on his face

“don’t flatter yourself Black, and no, I couldn’t sleep” she stated, and then, so silently so that he couldn’t hear “the nightmares are getting worse”

       But he heard. The smirk immediately disappeared from his face, turning into a frown. She sat upright, making space for her friend to sit besides her. He placed a hand around her shoulders, and she rested her head on the crook of his neck.

“How bad?” he sighed



   She hesitated a bit before deciding to tell him

“I dream of… attacks… everywhere. We’re on the train, when suddenly a group of Death Eaters march in, heading straight for our compartment.

   Sirius sighed, (Y/N)’s parents are muggles, putting (Y/N) in great danger.

“they grab me” (Y/N) continued “use the cruciatus curse on me, torture me until I’m practically begging for death. Then, they kill me, slowly. The rest of you just sat there chatting, like you couldn’t see, or hear m, or you just didn’t care.”

(Y/N) hadn’t realized she had started crying.

   Sirius hugged her, pulling her even closer to him. His heart broke seeing her like this. (Y/N) was normally such a happy person. But ever since Voldermort had started gaining more power and followers, the mischievous glint behind her eyes was nearly gone.

   But that last statement had really shocked him ‘or you just didn’t care’ what the hell was she even talking about? Placing a hand under her chin, he gently pushed it upwards so that he was looking directly into her eyes.

“(Y/N) Lawson, you listen to me, and you listen to me good. You have been one of my best friends-if not my best- since third year. And being so close to me means that all James, Remus and Peter care deeply about you”he paused, not knowing how to continue “Remember in out fifth year, when that Ravenclaw broke your heart?” 

“Yeah..” she chuckled a bit despite the situation “you punched him, breaking his nose, James hexed him into puking birds for a little over a month and Remus, given his prefect status, gave him detention for a good two months.”

“Exactly! So don’t you ever think, not even for a second, that the four out of five marauders would abandon the fifth one during a death eater attack” 

   These words brought new tears to (Y/N)’s eyes, tears of happiness. Something about knowing that she had friends that would go to such lengths to protect her, and that one of them was Sirius Black, made her feel all warm, despite the chilly weather of February.

   Because, although she hated to admit it, she had developed a slight pretty big big crush on her friend.

   Sirius was watching his friend, ‘more than a friend’ he thought with a chuckle, closely. He had to admit that she was perfect. Her big, (Y/H/C) locks that framed her beautiful face perfectly, her big, (Y/E/C) almond shaped eyes filled with curiosity and mischief, her full, yet not too thick, lips that were just teasing him, her tiny waist…

   But, contrary to common belief, it was her personality that made him fall for her. She had a strong personality, that’s how they became friends. The marauders had pranked (Y/N) and the rest of the girls, charming the shower heads into turning whoever used them red with gold polka dots, the Gryffindor house colors. (Y/N), after removing the color with a simple spell, had managed to get them back by doing the same thing to them, with the sole difference that whoever showered using them, would be turned bright, vibrant, glow-in-the-dark, PINK. And the four boys were stuck like that fro a week and a half until, finally, Madame Pomfrey managed to find the antidote that would turn them back to normal. She was the first, and the last, person to have ever out-pranked them, and he admired her for that.

   She fell asleep on the couch, cuddled next to him. He watched her for a little while, admiring her, admiring her beauty and her strong personality…

   Sirius Black fell asleep with only one thought on his mind, he was in love with (Y/N) Lawson.


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the art of being a gentleman

because who doesn’t want a muggle au? 

James should be thinking about several things.

He should be thinking about his history course work due in two days or his match on Saturday. He should be thinking about the prefect timetable he has yet to organise and he definitely should be thinking about the niggling pain in the back of his knee and if he should mention it to his coach. What he categorically shouldn’t be thinking about is the pretty redhead at his bus stop and how he wants to kiss the colour out of her lips and hold it in his chest.

She’s wearing those bloody jeans again, the same as the week before, that hug her legs and around her waist (and other areas James definitely isn’t looking at). The streetlamps have already clicked on, her skin is woven gold under the amber light.

He can’t look away, won’t look away as she wanders up and down the bus stop, her fingers tapping at her phone screen and her mouth lifting into a lazy smile as she reads a text. Thunderous grey clouds hang heavy in the sky and he wonders if he is going mad, standing in the cold about to be soaked when with one call he could have a car pick him up with complimentary tea and biscuits.

The girl smiles again and he knows he’s going mad because his heart is pumping in his throat and flowers are growing through his ribs. His phones rings and he lifts it to his ear, noticing there is still a smear of blood across his bruised knuckles.

“We need your help,” Sirius tells him. James can hear what he thinks is Pete trying to move a bed. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the bus stop, I need to nip to the flat to grab something.” James tells him, craning his neck to see if the bus is coming. The girl glances at him, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth. James flashes her a grin and blood burns up the neck he so desperately wants to press his lips against.

“I thought that’s what you were doing last week?” Sirius replies.

“Yeah, I just need something else.” James winces at the silence that follows. There’s another crash and Pete is violently swearing.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that redhead who was on the bus last week, would it?”

James can’t stop his eyes flickering to where she stands, leaning against a lamppost, her silhouette cut from the shadows. “Err- potentially- anyway why did you need me?”

“We’re trying to find Moony’s philosophy notes, he’s hidden them.”

He runs his hand through his hair, it needs a wash to get rid of the remnants of mud. “Obviously, last time you used them you spilt gin all over them.”

“That wasn’t my fau- oh you utter bastard you know where they are don’t you?”

James laughs and leans against the crumbling brick wall behind him. “Look, Pads, I’ve got to go, I’ll see you tonight.”

There’s more crashing and what sounds like ‘James you fucker’ before James can press end call. The girl is staring at him, the corner of her mouth twitching. He pockets his phone with a sheepish grin at her. He’s about to ask her something, anything. Words are climbing up his throat and dancing across his tongue, a ballet of letters held between his teeth.

Then the sky opens.

The rain isn’t particularly heavy but it’s the sort that seeps under the skin and lingers in the blood, James’s hair is already damp by the time he gets his hood up. The girl is shivering, her thin jumper soaked through. James’s legs start moving before his brain does, his hands unzipping his rugby bag and fishing out his school hoodie. The girl looks confused, James must too because he’s not really sure what he’s doing.

“Here, it’ll stop you freezing to death.” He says, offering it to her. She reaches for it, uncertainty spilling out of her eyes. “I’m James, by the way.”

“You’re not a serial killer, are you?” she asks once she’s tugged it over her head. He almost misses the question, thinking too much about how she would look in nothing but his rugby shirt.

She’s staring at him expectantly, her brow crinkled ever so slightly.

“Only on Thursdays, you should be safe.”

She laughs, sunlight falling from her lips, her fingers tucking strands of copper hair under the hood. “I’m Lily,” she says. Lily. He nods, it settles in his stomach like it’s always been there, Lily. The rain keeps up it’s symphony on the pavement.

“So how posh are you, on a scale of Eddie Redmayne to Prince William?” she asks. Her eyes are alight, her voice bubbling like cheap champagne. He thinks he might be already drunk.

He raises an eyebrow, pretends to look offended, drinks in the light that’s pouring out of her. “Me, posh? Never.” Her phone beeps but her hands stay tucked in the pockets of his hoodie, he lets a drop of warmth creep into his bones.

“Seriously though, I hear your school fees are insane.”

He glances at the crest stitched into his jacket, into the hoodie, into his skin. Red and gold and laughter and adrenaline and home. “I’m not that posh. Sirius, he’s a lord, but I’m nothing special.”

He knows the weight the name carries, knows the looks in the street, the eyes noting the tie and blazer, the polished shoes and tailored trousers. He knows what they think of, arrogance smirks and burnt fifty pound notes, wrecked cars and opportunities thrown about like paper in a classroom. They’re not all like that, he’s not like that.

“A lord, huh?” she says, “Can you get me his number?”

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I’m going to take good care of you, okay? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n goes into labor, Shawn freaks out, everything ends up okay

Requested: no

“I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, SHAWN I am going to kill you as soon as this baby is out of me!” I almost scream, breaths labored.

“It’s okay, baby just hang on, we’re almost at the hospital,” Shawn says calmly reaching over to grab my hand.

“Both hands on the wheel! Do you want to kill us?” I say, panic laced in my words. 

Shawn laughs, “Y/N calm down honey,”

“Tell me to calm down!” I groan, pain blossoming up from my stomach to my spine, the contractions getting stronger as time went on.

“Okay, Okay sorry, we’re here,” Shawn rushes to pull up out front, leaving the car in a five minute zone before pulling the car door open and helping me out the car, one arm wrapped around my back the other holding my hand. I squeeze his hand hard just as we walk through the door, another contraction hitting me.

“Hi,” Shawn says reaching the front desk where a receptionist looks up from the computer. “My wife’s having a baby and I just wondering if there was a doctor available?” Shawn asks. “She was due next week and we did book in with Doctor Marion, but if she’s busy-”

“Shawn! Baby!” I say through clenched teeth. He glances at me smiling sheepishly.

“Y/N? Mr Mendes? Is something wrong I wasn’t expecting you until next week?” I turn around to see Dr Marion herself walking over from where I assume she just exited from the cafe.

“The baby decided now was a good time to arrive,” I say, a smile appearing on Dr Marion’s face.

“The little guy decided to come now did he,” She goes behind the desk pressing certain buttons on the dial pad before picking up the phone.

“It’s a boy?” Shawn asks, his face in shock. I knew the gender of the baby but Shawn decided to wait.

“No honey, she’s just generalizing,” I say patting his chest. 

“Oh… so that means its a girl?”

“Shawn!” I say, groaning as the pain intensified.

“I’m having nurses come down from floor 2 which is the nursery and they’re going to set you up and bring you into the delivery room. Mr Mendes, do you mind filling out this paper work and I also recommend calling your family or friends now to let them know that Mrs Mendes has gone into labor,” Dr Marion instructs, helping me cling to her instead of Shawn, starting to lead me to the elevators just as the nurses appear.

“Wait so I can’t stay with her?” Shawn asks rushing forward, not wanting to leave me.

“We will call you in when she’s ready to deliver,” She says and I’m rushed into the elevator and that’s the last I saw of Shawn.

“Its all going to be okay Y/n” a nurse near my head says. I groan, a drop of sweat rolling down my forehead. 

“I think you’re nearly ready Y/n,” Dr Marion tells me before murmuring something to a nurse who than exits the room. 

“Where’s she going? Is something wrong? Is the baby okay?” I ask in a rush trying to sit up but the nurse gently pushes me back down.

“She’ll be back, everything’s fine,” Dr Marion says. I close my eyes as pain shoots through my body.

The door opens again and I hear rushed footsteps. 

“Y/N? Her eyes are closed, no- don’t tell me she’s dead,” Shawn’s voice fills the once calm delivery room.

My eyes fly open. “I’m not dead you knucklehead,” I say glaring at him.

“Y/N” Shawn nearly squeals rushing over to me, a worried look on his face. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need anything?” He moves the hair that fell on my forehead off my face. 

“I’m fine, the only thing I need is for you to calm down,” I say, the anger I was feeling not meant to be directed at him but I couldn’t help the tone of my voice coming out harsher than I intended it to.

“Sorry, yes, I will, sorry baby,” Shawn says straightening up. 

“Okay Y/N we’re ready for you to push now,” Dr Marion says just as a contraction reared its ugly head. 

“Shawn, talk to me,” I rush out gripping his arm that was lent on the bed. 

“Alright, um I’ve got this,” Shawn mumbles to himself kneeling down so that his head was closer to mine, holding my hand as I groaned.

“I called Mum and Dad, and Aaliyah,” He says stroking my head as I grumbled lowly about the pain. 

“Yeah?” I breathe.

“Yeah, they’re all in the waiting room right now, waiting, they’re all very excited to see you and baby,” He says, his eyes alight with excitement.

“What about my parents?” I ask, gasping as a sharp pain hit me.

“Nearly there Y/N, keep pushing!” A nurse tells me.

“I rang them as well. They’re seeing if they can get an earlier flight than next Tuesday but they said that they will be here as soon as possible,” I nod as he kisses my knuckles.

“Shawn!” I yelp suddenly, just remembering something important. “We forgot to buy a stroller,” my eyes wide in disbelief.

He meets my eyes, “Shoot we did,” He groans at the same time as I do, mine of course, one in pain.

“How did we forget that? Dammit,” 

“It’s okay” I pause, gasping, “We’ll just,” another gasp, “go get one when I’m out of here,”

“Keep pushing, the head is nearly out now Y/n” Dr Marion tells me, looking up at me. “You’re doing absolutely amazing,”

“Here that!” Shawn gazes at me proudly. “You’re doing fantastic,” 

“I am never doing this again. Ever,” I say, tone firm. Shawn grins.

“You so will,” He says, chuckling slightly.

I glare at him sharply before my eyes soften. “You’re right,” I sigh as one more painful contraction leaves me.

 A small cry fills the room, Shawn freezes turning to face the Doctors as I shoot upright, ignoring the pain of the quick movement.

“Is that..?” Shawn asks quietly.

“Congratulations!” Dr Marion says, and I flop back on the bed, taking that as an okay sign. “Here’s your beautiful baby boy!” She says and I look to Shawn watching as a grin breaks out on his face, his hand reaching up to ruffle his hair in disbelief. 

A nurse walks over to us holding our baby wrapped in blankets. She passes him to me and I sit up, holding him, taking my first glance at our baby boy.

“God he’s beautiful,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes as Shawn leans forward wrapping an arm around my shoulders, both of us not paying attention to the nurses cleaning up around us.

“He looks like just like you,” I say looking at Shawn whose eyes are glued to the baby. Just than he opens his eyes, recognizing my voice. Big brown eyes peer up at me. “Awh look, its your eyes too,” I say, a grin crossing my features.

“Do you mind if I take him? We need to weigh him and just make sure everything is healthy? We’ll only be 5 minutes tops then we will bring him back,” A nurse asks me and I hesitantly give the baby to her, not wanting to part with my little bundle.

I look to Shawn who still looks shocked. I place a hand over his. “You okay Shawn?” I whisper.

“I just-” he clears his throat. “I can’t believe this, it doesn’t seem real. We have a family now,” Shawn says, the spell seeming to break and a grin emerges. 

“Isn’t it exciting,” I say pressing a kiss to his cheek. He laughs his nose brushing my cheek as the nurse returns with our boy again, this time passing him to Shawn.

The baby looks up at Shawn, one of its tiny arms reaching up and he grunts softly. Shawn reaches a finger up, the baby latching onto his forefinger. I watch, smiling as Shawn interacts with our boy. 

“I’m going to take good care of you, okay?” Shawn whispers before pressing a kiss tho his forehead softly. He looks at me, the grin never leaving his face.

“Our family,” I whisper and he nods. “Our family.”


‘You know,’ Sirius smiled as he sat back into the battered wicker chair. ‘It days like this that make it all worth it.’

James laughed into bottle of butterbeer. ‘Please warn me if you’re going to wax poetic for the next half hour about how great life is, I need to call Remus to come and stop you.’

Sirius shook his head, laughing along with him. ‘No, don’t. He’s enjoying himself.’ Sirius smiled to himself as he watched his boyfriend walking across the fields, or maybe even skipping, not that he would ever admit it.

‘We did well, you know.’ James said, setting down the bottle.

‘What?’ Sirius asked, snapping out of his moment.

‘Ours lives, they went well, considering what we like in school. I don’t think anyone would have predicted we would end up here in fifth year.’

Sirius snorted. ‘True. Probably thought we would end up in prison, or better yet, dead.’ 

James smiled. ‘Yeah, we were awful.’

‘We weren’t that bad..’

‘We hexed those third years so they couldn’t get out of a tree.’

‘Haha, that bit was an accident, though we flooded the dungeons for almost a week that one time.’ 

‘And hung Severus from the ceiling of the great hall.’

‘And charmed the ears of those Slytherins…’

‘And you were both the biggest tossers I had ever met.’ 

Both the boys turned to look and the red-head standing next to them. She smiled and she sat down carefully on James lap, and he happily slid his arm around her back. 

‘But you grew up.’ Lily grinned. ‘A little, at least.’ She added as she watched Remus shoot sparks out of the end of his wand and set fire to some grass, his group of spectators all cheering as he did.

Sirius let out a bark like laugh and moved to stand up. As he rose both his knees made little clicking noises and James eyebrows shot up. 

‘You’re getting old mate.’ He smiled. 

Sirius just rolled his eyes. ‘Coming from you, half of your hair is white.’

‘It is not!’

‘It is love.’ Lily laughed as she ruffled it with her hand. James just pouted.

‘Merlin, to be 15 again.’

‘Prongs, we have our own 15 year old now.’ Sirius grinned, looking again at Remus.

‘Yeah, and he’s my fucking grandson.’

‘Language James!’ Lily hissed, batting him with her hands as the front door of the cottage opened.

‘Dad,’ Harry sighed. ‘James has just broken your grandfather clock with a broom he found in your cupboard.’

Sirius laughed. ‘As if we didn’t break everything in your parents house James, I bet you Teddy told him where it was as well.’

‘Yeah, that’s the other thing,.’ Harry said smiling slightly. ‘Ginny has just given Teddy a massive bollocking because he charmed the remainder of the broom to try and sweep it up and they’ve managed to break the rest of the furniture in the sitting room. She then had a go at me one for not telling them to stop.’

Lily snickered. ‘I love that girl Harry.’ 

‘So do I, unfortunately.’ Harry grinned. ‘But I need you two to go and tell them off, because I really can’t be bothered and Ginny is going to go berserk if she sees what they’ve done upstairs.’

James leapt up, knocking Lily off his lap. ‘On it, come on Padfoot, lets go and control our kids.’

‘Wait wait,’ Sirius grinned. ‘Remus!’ he called. 

Remus, Lily Luna, Albus and Regulus* all turned to look over at them, Remus still in the middle of explaining what some magical creature he had just picked up was.

‘I want him to come to.’ Sirius said waving them over. ‘He is going to love this.’

‘You three dare give those boys any ideas and I swear to God..’ Lily warned. ‘Ginny and I will wage war.’

James just bent down and kissed his wife, her crows feet scrunching up as she smiled. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it darling.’

*Regulus is the name I have given to another imaginary child Sirius and Remus have because I want it to be true so much it hurts.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do solangelo? And nico is a hockey player, who doesn't really listen and gets in fight all the time, or something of the sort. And then Will could be a medic for the games, who always has to deal with nicos injuries, or he could be a new assistant coach, trying to deal with nico never listening? It would be lovely if you could. P.s. I love your blog.

Yaaay! Solangelo!!! 

Here’s the hockey-themed fic! Thanks anon!~ So I don’t know much hockey terms so I’m sorry if I got a thing or two wrong about hockey gameplay :3

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“Benefits of Being a Medic”

Solangelo HockeyAU!

Summary: Will was sure he signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor. Still, listening to the complaints of his most frequent clinic visitor, star hockey-player Nico Di Angelo, was all worth it.


Will was a hundred percent certain he’d signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor.

Another thing was he was supposed to be a medic for game-related injuries. He wasn’t really sure if getting hit with a hockey stick in the face right after a final match counted, but he was pretty sure it didn’t.

The medic listened, albeit a little half-heartedly, at the black haired and rather scrawny looking boy whose sprained wrist he was patching up.

Said boy, Nico Di Angelo, didn’t look to have the build or strength befitting that of a hockey player. But the seemingly sinewy limbs packed a lot more punch than expected. He was an exceptional player and a great benefit to the team—so much that even medics like Will knew that. And his extraordinary gameplay was probably the only thing keeping him from getting thrown off the team.

From all the gossip going around, Will gathered that Nico was rather anti-social and wouldn’t give a rat’s ass for any other teammate. Ever. His temper was a paper-thin floodgate trying to hold back an onslaught of rage at any given moment, and every other member made no show of trying to hide their displeasure for their teammate.

Will however, found him to be… different. He landed at the clinic often enough, Will even considered him to be a friend of sorts. His tendency to never listen and go his own way, as the coach put it, often landed him in trouble or injury—and this time was no exception.

“It’s that asshole’s fault, I’m telling you!” Nico huffed. He sat on the clinic table opposite Will, letting his wrist get wrapped in a bandage. “I was going to score that goal—I swear to you, I was!—but that jackass Valdez dove in at the wrong time. He wasn’t supposed to be in that position! Any other position and I would’ve scored but no, he had to be there!” Nico growled again, scratching at the pale skin surrounding the first strands of the bandage.

This had happened before. They would be playing a certain gameplay and Nico, never really caring to listen to debriefings, ended up going out of gameplay resorting in injury or losing a score. However, Will knew better than to point that out.

“So,” he started, wrapping another layer around the injury. “How exactly did you sprain your wrist?”

Nico glared darkly at said wrist. “Valdez deserved a hockey stick to the face. Just didn’t expect him to retaliate, though.” He let out a cold laugh, which quickly turned into something more humorous when Will smirked.

“I bet his face was bleeding all over.” The blond medic chuckled. His little quirk was rewarded with a sparkle in the other boy’s dark eyes.

“You tell me,” he said. “It was… Kayla, who patched him up, right?”

Will nodded. “Oh yeah. Man, you must’ve hit him hard enough to score a goal. I think he was even crying about his ‘beautiful nose being broken forever’.”

Nico cracked up again, and, for the millionth time since the hockey star’s first landing in Will’s clinic, the medic wondered how more people never got to know this side of him. Sure, he understood how Nico was unlikable at first, but a simple talk with him led to so much more.  

He could be funny, though his humor was mostly dark, but he had a pretty crappy family life to give it some validation. Even so, he often made jokes about a lot of things. He had an interest in an old board game, Mythomagic, which was not something one expected from an ‘emo-boy’ like him. Will found it to be cute. He also had a special love for McDonald’s happy meals.

Upon learning that, Will had bought a happy meal the very next day to give to the boy when he—sure enough—showed up to the clinic. He declined it at first, flustered and dumbfounded, but Will was persistent and they ended up sharing the happy meal together.

Ever since, Will would buy a happy meal for lunch and they’d share. On some occasions however, Nico would insist on buying when Will was perfectly fine with his self-taken duty. Their little argument went on for sometime until they’d decided to alternate on who’d buy lunch each week. This week was Will’s turn.  

“Looks like you’re good,” The medic declared, getting up from his stool. Nico followed suit.

Quickly shuffling through his bag, Will pulled out a happy meal and turned to present it to the other. “So how does lunch sound?” he asked, grinning ear-to-ear.

Nico rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”  He tested his wrist, cringing visibly as he put a little too much pressure. He stopped however, when Will gave him a warning glare.

Now, glaring at Nico DiAngelo was something that was bound to land one in a clinic themselves, with the exception of the case in which you’re Will Solace. For reasons unknown to many, Will could get away with a lot of social interaction with the ill-tempered hockey player without getting punched in the face.

Will liked to think he’d earned Nico’s trust and became a rather good friend. Although constantly having to deal with the injuries was a pain, all the talks and interaction would make Will’s time worth it. He was drawn to the boy for… some reason. Maybe it was because he was different? Or because he saw something in him that not many other people did?

According to Nico himself, during one serious talk they’d had—which left Will awake past two in the morning thinking about it afterward—the only other person he’d ever considered a close friend was his late sister Bianca. Everything was already hell in his home, and when she died things became worse.

Will had hoped that ‘only other person’ meant he was that other ‘close friend’. He decided never to push his luck that much though.

Getting to be something like Nico’s friend, although never officially declared, was good enough—for now at least.

So he listened to Nico’s annoyed complaints about the turn of the previous game as they made their way through the halls. Once out the front door, Will basked in the glory of warm afternoon sunlight. For a moment, Nico watched him playfully from the side, then called for him to sit on one of the front lawn’s benches.

They would sometimes eat in the stands too, but Will often found it too cold. He wouldn’t say anything, but was thankful when Nico suggested to dine outside instead.

Now, they chewed their burgers and fries in silence.

No, it wasn’t an awkward or tense silence. It was comfortable, really. Almost a hundred-and-eighty-degree spin on Nico’s earlier mood. He liked to keep quiet during the first few moments of their lunches, savoring the meal and maybe even the company.

It took a good five minutes before Nico spoke up.

“So, Will,” he started through a partially filled mouth. “You’re off-duty on Saturday, Right?”

“Mhm,” Will nodded, sipping his coke. The two went back to watching the cars move past them on the street for another minute or so, then Nico spoke up again.

“Do you want to, maybe, catch a movie or something?”


Was he…?

Will stopped sipping his coke.

“Like… I think a new Avenger’s movie is coming up. I mean… you are into superhero movies, right? Or maybe… not into them, but like, you like them, right? Uh… I just thought maybe you’d wanna watch it together or something.”

Holy heck, he was.

“Um, l-like a date?” Oh wow. How smooth, Will.

He watched as Nico flushed. No chance of hiding anything with his pale skin.

“I mean, not exactly a date!” The boy hastily clarified. He looked back to the busy street as his blush only grew. Then a little more quietly, he added, “I mean… not if you don’t want it to be.”


Maybe Will did have a chance after all.

Clothing choices and breath mints were already running through his mind before he even had a chance to say yes. It took him maybe a solid three minutes and a disappointed huff from Nico to snap out of his trance.  

“O-of course!” He stammered, blushing a bit himself. He honestly never expected to get that lucky. “It’s a date then! Friday. I’ll pick you up at your place…?”

Nico looked up, his blush now hiding behind an amused and slightly wild smile. “Woah, hold on there, cowboy. You don’t even know where I live. Tell you what, I’ll meet you at the movie house at two o’clock, ‘kay?”

The two then shared a laugh, more from relief than anything, as they finished the last of their happy meal. Things settled back into a comfortable silence. Will was definitely looking forward to Saturday.

“You know,” he said, after a moment. “It’s not an Avenger’s movie. Civil War is a Captain America movie.”

Nico gave him a quizzical look, his blush not fully settling just yet. Will found it cute. “But… they were all in the trailer, right? I mean, Iron Man and Black Widow and a bunch of others were there…

“Yeah, but it isn’t an Avenger’s movie. I was pretty confused too.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll still watch it, right?” It was probably that little hitch of doubt in Nico’s voice that sent Will into a mild panic attack.

“Of course! It’s settled, I promise.”

And it was probably that little smile he flashed back that made Will feel that, even though he didn’t sign up to be Nico’s guidance counselor over gaming frustration, it was all pretty damn worth it.


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The Secretary

Pairing: Bruce Wayne X Reader

Words: 1200+

Request:  Bruce x Female Reader where the reader has been Bruce’s secretary for years and is super close with the batboys & Bruce doesn’t know. And then when Damian first meets her, him and the other batboys talk about how great she is during family dinner & how she spends time with them individually doing what they like (& Jason misses her cuz she was super sweet but he can’t see her cuz he’s “dead”) and then Bruce realizes he doesn’t know that much about her and asks her out and then some date fluff

Warnings: None

“Good morning Mr. Wayne,” you greeted your boss as you entered his office.

You had been at Wayne enterprises as Bruce’s assistant for almost as long as he’s been here. Since you had been working with Bruce, you had developed feelings for the man. You got to see a side of the billionaire that no one else did. You got to see and hear just how much his family meant to him. Over the years you had taken it upon you to entertain his wards whenever they would join him at the office. And today was one of those days. The youngest of the Wayne boys was standing next to his father. Looking between the two, you saw just how alike the father and son looked.

“Good morning miss Y/L/N. This is my son Damian. Would you mind entertaining him for the day?”

“Of course Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce smiled at his son before walking out of the office. Damian remained still, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“So Damian, what would you like to do today?” The boy remained silent, his eyes boring into you. “You know I can’t read your mind.”

“I do not care. I do not wish to be here anyway.”

“How about I take you somewhere your brother’s all enjoyed going?”

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Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: (Request)  I was hoping I could request this au with Jason. ‘I’m on the FBI’s most-wanted list for killing a fuck ton of people, but calm down I just wanna date you bc your face is v smoochable and you give me butterflies.’ And with him being the most wanted one please?

Key: Y/N= your name

Warning: language

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…FUCK!”

Jason tossed himself out his apartment window as fast as he could, grabbing as many weapons as possible. He saw the flashing lights grow closer. “Ah! Motherfuckers!” He slid down the fire escape, jumping the last couple feet. I know I’ve killed a lot of people, but they were assholes. I was doing you bitches a favor, Jason thought angrily.

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Day 4 - Goodbyes Vs Lips/Kiss

“Guys,” Beast Boy said, addressing the entire team as they sat in the common room. “I gotta go back home for a bit. Mento says they need me.”

The others glanced about among themselves.

“How long is a bit?"Robin asked. Beast Boy shrugged.

"Honestly, I don’t know. Mento said it could be a week, could be a month, could be more. I’m already packed and set to go tomorrow,” he said.

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Going Down With The New Kid

the supercorp/sanvers highschool au nobody asked for ever

Pairing: Lena/Kara Alex/Maggie
Words: 2,663
Summary:  The infamous New Girl- the one who was supposedly kicked out of her old school for doing something terrible- ends up not only resembling that of a Disney princess, she also ends up being Lena Luthor’s brand new friend, sort of. (Even if they were both kind of forced into it.)


When the rumors began about the incoming student, and how she’d supposedly gotten kicked out of her last school, Lena wasn’t exactly sure what she was expecting when she was informed that she’d have to show the new student around, but she did know that the doe-eyed blonde behind square glasses certainly wasn’t it.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, Admins~ Could I ask for a scenario for Semi and Tendou where they keep receiving different bouquets of flowers from a secret admirer? After awhile, they become determined to find out who it is and it turns out to be one of their quiet classmates who was too shy to confess directly so she used the language of flowers instead?

I got all of my information from an official gardening website so all of the meanings of the flowers are accurate that’s how much I love this scenario request p.s. Semi’s is under the cut because they are like really long scenario’s - Admin Hope

Tendou Satori

Dear Tendou Satori
 If you are reading this small note then you have gotten the bouquet of the flower sweet pea that I had managed to sneak into the boy’s locker room, that sounds a bit odd but I didn’t know any other way to give them to you. These flowers represent shyness, as in my shyness to come forth and even just talk to you. We are two very different people personality wise and I don’t even begin to understand my feelings for you. Yet, I hope you enjoy these flowers.
Sincerely, your secret admirer ♡

Tendou stopped in his place from walking holding the flowers in his arms as he held the letter in the other. His cheeks were burning as bright red as his hair was and he couldn’t get the thought of himself having a secret admirer in the first place. “Who are they from?” Ushijima asked looking back at the boy who had stopped walking and Tendou shrugged.

“I have no clue.” He says simply smelling the flowers that were held in his arm. “The letter didn’t say.” He adds and Ushijima nods. 

“I guess you’re going to have to look for them huh?” He smiles and Tendou stands up straight and nods. He absolutely wanted to find out who his secret admirer was if it was the last thing he was to do. 

Tendou twiddled his thumbs in the middle of class, a week went by and he still had no idea who it was. Little did he know that you were in the back of the class sketching out what you thought was to be the next bouquet that you were going to give to him. 

“Tendou-kun! Doesn’t the boys volleyball team have a game this weekend?” A girl asks and Tendou nods a huge smile on his face. 

“Hell yeah! We’re really excited to play and were are going to beat the other team easily!” He says confidently and your eyes widened. Turning the page of your sketchbook to write the two knew flowers that you were going to get him. You had seen the boy play before and it was hard to miss him, the thoughts had clicked in your mind when he brought up things about volleyball.  

Dear Tendou Satori,
Hello again, sorry for not getting any flowers sooner but I had a change in what to get you last minute so you have them today on monday rather than friday. As you can see you have a smaller amount of red and yellow carnations this time. The red one’s remind me of your hair and signify how sometimes your volleyball moves tend to be a bit flashy. Yet the yellow ones represent how cheerful you are and how when you talk about volleyball you always seem to have a smile on your face. I hope you enjoy them, I wonder if your Sweet Pea flowers are still alive?
Sincerely, your secret admirer ♡

Tendou wanted to scream at that moment. Who ever his secret admirer was he wanted to meet them automatically. Just reading what his mystery person had to say about him made his heart skip a beat. He gripped at his uniform shirt and rested his head against the lockers. 

“Do you still not know who the person who is sending you the flowers are?” Ushijima asked and Tendou shook his head looking down at the small arrangement. “Do you think they will send more?” He asks and Tendou just shrugged.

“I have no idea but I want to find them, I just want to know who they are.” He sighs.

“Maybe it is someone in your class, I mean, they know you or see you daily to be able to know some things about you, or maybe they are a first year who has came to some practice matches.” Ushijima says and Tendou sighs. 

“I don’t know I just really want to find out already.” He exclaims.

“Not everyone is as outgoing and loud as you tend to be Satori. Give them some time.”

And he had, almost two weeks of it. You were completely stumped on what the next flower to give to him would be. You had sketched out so many but they weren’t right, they didn’t portray the emotions you were feeling for the redhead at all and it was driving you insane.  

Tendou was close to going insane, he just wanted to find this person and be able to go on a date with them or something. This anticipation of when he was next going to get a note was driving him crazy. 

Your hand was aimlessly drawing something without look but looking at Tendou. You glanced back down at the makeshift flower and your eyes widened as a small smile formed on your face. 

Dear Tendou Satori,
I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you flowers sooner but I wasn’t scheduled for work that much for the past couple of weeks so I didn’t have enough money for what I normally buy plus your flowers on top of it. But today I had chosen sunflowers, when I picked them up they had just been cut and there was a wide array of them, I hope you are okay with the four that I had got you. Sunflowers are a symbol of adoration, although you don’t exactly know who is writing this I just want to let you know that I adore you in a sense. I know I like you that is for sure, but I feel a bit more than that lately, I’m also sorry that I still haven’t been able to give the flowers to you personally I’m still way to shy. I hope you have a good night.
Sincerely, your secret admirer ♡

“They come while we are in club.” Tendou says and everyone nods.

“Well obviously, they don’t put them here in the morning because we would have seen them before morning practices.” Reon says. 

“Now how badly do you want to find them huh?” Semi asks a smirk on his lips. “Pretty bad I bet, you’re in so deep and you don’t even know who the hell the person is.” He chuckles. 

“I’m going to find out soon!” Tendou says looking at the flowers. “I can feel it.” He says softly, but the boy couldn’t have been more wrong. He almost gave up all hope of even finding out how his secret admirer was in the first place. A month, a whole month he had to go without a single note, his sunflowers had died long ago and his room felt empty without the flowers in them. 

You on the other hand were having an emotional roadblock, constantly questioning yourself and almost confessing every day to him until you backed out in fear. You did everything that day on a whim. No planning, no note, no going out for lunch and buying the flowers, nothing. 

You bought the red tulips a very nice and sunny morning. After staying up almost the whole night before Tendou consuming your thoughts you figured it was time. Time to come clean and tell him that it was you giving him the flowers and after so long you may have even found yourself in love with him. You took a deep breath walking in school the flowers held carefully in your arms. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you walked to the gym the boy’s volleyball team was surly practicing in. 

What if he didn’t like you? What if this was a complete waist of your time and he had never felt any kind of way for you since the beginning? Why spend all of this time falling in love with someone who wasn’t going to love you back?

Your thoughts consumed you as you stood outside the door tears pricking your eyes. “(L/N)-chan?” You heard Tendou’s voice ring out and you froze in your spot. You blinked away your tears which actually caused them to roll down your cheeks. “Hey are you going to talk to me or?” He asks trailing off and putting a hand on your head as he saw the flowers in your arms. His eyes widened as you slowly turned around. 

“A declaration of love.” You said softly looking up at him. Your cheeks were painted pink and his hands immediately went to wipe at the wet spots down your cheeks. “Because Tendou-kun I’m pretty sure I have fallen in love with you, long before I started giving you the flowers.” You said and before you knew it Tendou had pressed his lips against yours. 

You were a bit taken by surprise but wasted no time kissing him back. He pulled away and gently ran his hand through your hair. “Do you want to go on a date sometime?” He asks and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Of course I do.”

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Dream pt. 1

Hi! Love your stories! I have a newt request if you fancy it? The reader is marrying a man she doesn’t love (arranged marriage or she doesn’t remember newt because she was oblivated) but newt is in love with her and she with him. He asks her not to go through with it and kisses her, they end up sleeping together then Newt asks her to come away with him and travel instead and she agrees

I went with Obliviated because feels guys. Also, the Italics are flashbacks/dreams


“N-Newt, I don't want to forget” You cry out. 

You’re standing in the subway overhang. The rain continues to pour. Newt has tears in his eyes, all he wants is to take you far away and be with you forever but, he knows he can’t. 

“It’s quicker than falling asleep love” Newt reassures you, holding back his own tears. 

“I-I love you” you cry out. 

You hold onto Newts coat tighter, not wanting to let go. 

“You’ll be okay love, You’ll live your life, you don’t need me” Newt tells you, stroking your hair. 

You start to cry harder, Newt’s heart breaks even more, tears trying to escape. 

“Y/n, It’s time” Tina says reluctantly, her own voice breaking. 

You let go of Newts coat and walked into the rain, giving one last glance at the man you loved. 

You shot up gasping for breath. The same dream, the man in a blue coat and the lady. You almost had the names on the tip of your tongue. 

“Are you okay babe?” you turn your head and see your fiance lying half asleep next to you. \

“Yes I'm okay, just excited about the Wedding that’s all” you assure your them. 

You lied back down and pulled the blankets up and fell back asleep. You woke up to your fiance gone, Just a note sits next to you.

 Morning sweetheart, 

I have to work today, it was an emergency but I will see you tonight. 

Love, Jason

You got out of bed and got dressed. Your wedding was in a few days and you had to check on your cake. As you walk to the bakery you pass by Macys, a light blue coat catches your eye. It’s a beautiful blue color, it almost seemed comforting. You shrugged it off and kept walking, maybe you would buy it for the winter months. 

“Hello Jacob!” you called as you walked into the bakery. 

Jacob turned around and greeted you with a smile. You met Jacob when he opened his bakery a couple months ago and you two quickly became good friends. You begged him to make your wedding cake, which he happily agreed, and he was also invited to your wedding.  

“Hi Y/n, What can I do for ya?” Jacob asks. 

“Just came to check on the cake” you replied. Jacob chuckled, 

“This is the tenth time this week you’ve come to check y/n”. You blush a little, 

“Okay you caught me, It just smells so good in here” you admit. Jacob laughs and turns to his other worker, 

“Henry, im going to take a break, you think you can handle the bakery for a few minutes” The boy nods and Jacob takes off his apron. 

He grabs two cookies and sits down next to you. 

“Thank you” you say taking the cookie from his hand. 

The two of you engage in conversation for a little bit. “So where’s Jason?” Jacob questions. 

You sigh looking down, “Work, it was an emergency.” you say. Jacob gives you a sympathetic look. 

“It’s okay, he works a lot but he is very successful.” you say, trying to prove that things were fine.  

Jacob was about to pry when the bell rang on his door. He quickly stood up and a big smile appeared on his face. You turned to look at who Jacob was looking at, a beautiful blonde lady stood in front of him. 

“Hey Queenie!” Jacob says excitedly. 

“Hi Jacob!” she replies cheerfully. 

“There was something I wanted to ask you” Jacob says nervously, “Would you like to go to a wedding with me?” 

“Oh! I would Love too!” she exclaims, “When is it?” she asks. 

“In a couple days” Jacob answers. He looks at you, you give him a thumbs up. Jacob laughs and Queenie looks confused. 

“Oh Queenie, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is the wonderful person getting married” Queenie turns and looks at you. Her hand goes to her mouth, her eyes flash with different emotions. 

“Hello Miss, are you okay?” you ask in concern. She snaps out of it and puts on a smile, 

“Yes im fine, it’s just, I adore weddings. So many emotions” She says. 

Her tone is happy but something else is laced in with her voice. 

“So who’s the lucky man?” 

“My fiance, Jason. he’s at work but we are going to spend some time together before the wedding” You answer. 

“Well, I hope it goes well and I’ll definitely be there” She hugs you, her hug lingers a little but you don’t mind. 

“Um Queenie, I have a question. There’s this lovely blue coat I saw in the window of Macys department store. Do you think I should get it? I know we just met but you have amazing style” you say sheepishly. 

“Dont worry honey, I saw the coat you’re talking about and I think it would look amazing on you!” She replies. 

“Thank you” you say. 

“I’m going to leave you two alone now. Goodbye!” You call. 

You walk past Macys again, the coat is still there. You look longing at the coat, you had some extra money to spend. 

“It’s so beautiful” you murmur to yourself. 

You walk in the store and try on the coat. it fits perfectly and you couldn’t resist, you but the coat and rush home. Jason was already asleep, your heart dropped a little but you shook it off. I was late anyway. You curled up next to him and fell asleep. 

“What creature is this Newt?” you ask curiously. 

“These are my Bowtruckles” he answers. One climbs from the tree to your arm, you let out a small laugh. Newt smiles at you. 

“That is Finn” he tells you. 

You let Finn climb onto your shoulder. Newt watched you as you played with Finn. Squealing distracted you from the Bowtruckles, little snake dragon things were in a nest. Newt made his way over, 

“Mummys here” he comforted to his animals. You giggled as he continued calling himself mummy. 

“These are my Occamies. Very protective creatures, They are also Chroanaptyxic and Choranaptyxic. Which means they grow and shrink to fit available space” he explains. he looks over at you and see;s your eyes full of wonder. 

“Would you like to hold one?” he asks

. Your eyes widen, “I’d love to!” you exclaim. 

Newt carefully puts the Occamy in your hands. It slithers into a spiral, it looks at you with curiosity. You stare at it making cooing noises. The Occamy chirps happily at you and you hand him back to Newt. hile Newt put the Occamies away you looked up at the nest above the Occamies. 

“Who’s nest is that?” you ask pointing at the nest above the Occamies. 

“Oh no Dougals gone” Newt said worriedly. “Dougal?” You ask. “My demiguise. he looks like this” Newt shows you a picture of a white looking creature, “He must have escaped” Newt explains. 

“Don’t worry Newt. Jacob and I will help you find him” You told him. Newt smiles at you. 

“Newt!” Jacobs voice called from the direction of the giant aquarium. 

“Ill be right back” Newt said to you before running to Jacob. 

You watched him walk away and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. 

“Y/n?” A voice woke you up. Jason was shaking you awake. 

“I made you some breakfast. I have to run to the office but I’ll be home early tonight I promise” Jason kissed you on the cheek before dashing out the door. 

You sighed and looked down at the food. You picked at it, your dream taking over your thoughts. The man in the coat again but this time, jacob was there. The mans name was still in your mind. 

You think it started with an N? You had to ask Jacob. It was probably just a coincidence. you were with Jacob most of the day yesterday anyway. But was the harm in asking. You hopped out of bed and got dressed. 

Wearing your new coat you hurried over to the Bakery. You burst through the door. 

“Jacob I had the weirdest dream last night. You were in it and something that looked a lot like your cookies and this man in a blue coat.” You blurt out, not even bothering to look up, you walked past a couple people and stood right in front of Jacob. 

“The coat was just the same color as mine” you explain gesturing to your coat. 

“Do you know anyone who dresses like that?” Jacob looked at you, then behind you, then back at you again. 

“What was the mans name” Jacob asks slowly.

 “I can’t recall but I think it starts with an N” you answer. 

Jacob looks behind you again. Curious, you turn around and are met with three people. One was Queenie, the second was another lady you hadn’t met and the last person made you stare with your mouth open. 

A man stood in front of you, he had a leather case in his hands, a dark colored bow tie and a blue coat, the same color as yours. His face had freckles all over it and he mirrored your expression. His hair was floppy and a cinnamon color. He was looking at you with so many emotions. 

“Y/n?” The man finally croaked out. 

A wave of emotion overcame you. This was the man from your dreams, the one you couldn’t get out of your head every night. The man who you would think about. You looked directly into his eyes before you whispered something, the mans name finally came to your memory. 


Curly’s social worker stopped by the house today for the first time!
The lack of communication is frustrating but she really is very nice.
She was so impressed at how happy he is and commented on how attached he is to me. She went to hold him and he immediately turned out of her arms and reached for me, and was constantly looking at me and making sure I was there when he was crawling around. I’m definitely his safe place right now. I got some questions answered and I’m curious what court will look like next month. It’ll be the first time I’ve been as a foster mom and it’ll be the first one for Curly’s case, so I have no idea what to expect.
Today marks 5 weeks since the sweetest little boy joined our family.
Also! I put his hair into a pony tail and he seriously looks like a baby Maui (from Moana!) 😍

Oops~ (RM x Reader)

So an anon sent me this the other day

And I lowkey loved the idea so I had a burst of motivation today and wrote a little something (although I did change the idea just a tiny bit) ^^ it’s not my best work bc I wrote it in like an hour, but I tried haha

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Rating: T (there’s no smut sorry–just implied smut)

Words: 1,536

There’s a week before the first concert of their newest tour, and today is their first run through. The arena is bigger than ever, and despite all the preparation taking place everyone is relaxed. The venue crew, the bighit staff—even the boys. This isn’t their first time at the rodeo, so they take it in stride and do what they have to while also not stressing out too much. They’ll be fine—they always have each other’s back and they know how to do concerts well by now, so they all are feeling more confident than ever.

After practicing the first half of the program, everyone stops for an hour lunch break, and the boys shuffle off stage while pulling out their in-ears and mumbling about how they hope there’s chicken and pizza waiting for them. However, to everyone’s surprise (though Namjoon’s especially) when they step into their large waiting room backstage you’re there too—already nibbling on a piece of the chicken the managers had picked up the boys for lunch (but they have a soft spot for you, so of course they let you eat too).

“Y/N?” Namjoon says in surprise, a smile immediately lighting up his face as he walks over to you, opening his arms instinctively. You smile back and hop up to meet him, embracing him tightly as the rest of the boys crowd into the room, their minds and stomachs more focused on the food instead of you—though Jin, Hoseok and Jimin all wave to you in greeting when you catch their eyes.

“You actually made it, I didn’t think you would–,” Namjoon starts, releasing you and placing his hands on your shoulders, looking you over with longing and affection. You smile at him.

“I didn’t think I would either, but—here I am, so I can have my own little private concert since I won’t be able to make it next week.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here,” he says, and after turning his body slightly so the other boys won’t be able to see, he leans down and hooks his pointer finger under your chin, guiding your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“Noona—come eat!” Jungkook calls, waving you over. He motions to the chicken, a drumstick already in his hand and a bit of sauce on his cheek (oh the coordi and make-up noona’s will scold him later, surely). “Taehyungie hyung and Jin hyung are gonna eat it all!”

“Hey—save some for us,” Namjoon immediately interjects, quickly moving over to where the food is spread out. He grabs a few pieces of chicken, a water to share, and a couple of napkins and then returns to your side. Looking down at you, he winks charmingly and then motions his head towards the doorway.

“We’re gonna go eat together, ‘kay?” he says to the boys, and they all grumble in response, not caring all too much. You two are in a relationship and you can do what you want—what do they care if you want to eat alone? It’s not like they can stop you anyway (though at the beginning of your relationship Jin and Yoongi had been a little…ya know. But things had changed since then).

Grabbing the water from Namjoon, you follow him out the door, leaving the rest of the boys behind. Once you’re gone, Jungkook looks over at Yoongi.

“Where do you think they’re going?”

“Probably some empty room,” he responds without glancing up from his phone. “It’s been a while since Y/N and Namjoon have seen each other, so I don’t blame them for wanting to be alone.”

“True,” Jin pipes up in agreement, his mouth full of chicken, but he quickly swallows it. “I just hope Namjoon doesn’t lose track of time. We have to be back on stage in 55 minutes.”

“It’ll b fime~,” Taehyung slurs while gulping water, and subsequently chokes, causing Jungkook to reach over and smack his back to help him out. The others laugh at Tae’s mistake as he finally gets the water out of his lung, and for the time being you and Namjoon are forgotten about.

Exactly 55 minutes later, 6 members of Bangtan are on stage, ear pieces in, mics cupping their cheeks. But Namjoon—

“Goddammit,” Yoongi sighs, looking back towards the hall they’d exited out of. Still no Namjoon in sight.

“Where is he?” a sound director calls from off stage, and immediately Namjoon’s manager jogs backstage to go and try to find him. Jimin is the one who yells back.

“He and Y/N went off to eat lunch together! We don’t know where they went!”

There’s the sound of a heavy sigh and then the wave of an uncaring hand. “Let’s just do another mic check real quick and we’ll get started! We have more practice days after this anyway!”

The present six boys all nod in agreement, but can’t help looking worried—hoping that their leader will run on stage, but he’s still nowhere in sight. Either way, the sound check continues, and they start with the oldest—Jin—and begin working their way down. Everything goes smoothly—the settings not needing to be changed much considering that earlier that day they’d already corrected their in-ear and mic settings. However, when it comes time to do Namjoon’s—

“Number 4,” the sound operator calls out, and Yoongi waves his hand.

“That’s Namj—”

But before he can finish the operator has already hit the button to turn on Namjoon’s mic, and as soon as he does the entire stadium stands still, sounds of moans and grunts ringing out from the speakers placed all over the venue.

Fuck,” Namjoon growls followed by a lewd gasp and moan from you, and that’s all it takes to snap everyone out of their initial shock. Jimin falls onto his knees and hangs his head towards the ground, arms moving to cover his ears as they quickly flush red. Taehyung, with his mouth hanging agape, steps closer to Jungkook and smacks his head against the maknae’s shoulder to hide his blushing face, Jungkook simply standing there with the widest eyes possible, not sure what to say or do after hearing something so dirty.

But…the worst part is, is that the sound operators still haven’t turned it off. Apparently too caught up in the porn-track that’s now playing loud and clear for everyone, they still haven’t cut the supply to Namjoon’s mic.

“Turn it off!!” Yoongi nearly barks, cheeks pink and heart pounding against his chest. Not only is he embarrassed to hear you and Namjoon being…intimate, but he’s also angry that the men in charge are just sitting there being perverts and listening to you moan Namjoon’s name over and over again.

Fuck, Yoongi NEVER needed to know that Namjoon is this much of a dom. Holy shit the things he’s whispering to you that are getting picked up on his mic right now.

Stunned beyond belief, Hoseok hurries over to slap his hands over Jungkook’s ears, the lead dancer’s entire face flushed the same color as a tomato—and Jin isn’t fairing much better. The eldest has crumpled over, hands covering his face as he has no choice but to continue to listen to Namjoon fuck you—the slapping of skin and sinful words reaching everyone’s ears.

“NOW!” Yoongi screams, and finally the sound operators gather enough brain to flick the power supply to Namjoon’s battery pack off, and silence fills the stadium.

“Well…that was…,” Jin begins, trying to rectify the situation, but Yoongi holds up a hand to signal him to stop talking, and then promptly collapses onto the ground, hanging his head low. Hoseok breathes a sigh of relief and takes his hands off Jungkook’s ears, though…Jungkook’s in-ear had…been on the whole time…

While the boys try to steady their minds and hearts, there’s the sound of feet running in the distance, and after a few seconds Namjoon and you emerge, Namjoon’s manager right on your tails, his face beet red.

It’s obvious that you two must’ve been interrupted only seconds after the sound had been cut, because your shirt is crooked—revealing your flushed face and freshly speckled neck. Namjoon is out of breath as well, but it looks like he at least managed to finish—considering that there’s not a ridiculous hard-on trapped beneath his black jeans.

Grabbing Namjoon’s hand, you immediately tug him to the floor and press into a formal bow, yelling “I’m sorry!”, and Namjoon echoing your call. At that, the members of Bangtan sigh, and the atmosphere lightens a little.

“You’re both dumb,” Hoseok tells you, laughing off his embarrassment towards the situation. You collapse onto your side, laughing as well, although you feel like you might cry too. As Namjoon walks to the front of the stage and issues a formal apology to the rest of the staff, Taehyung wanders over to where you are on the floor, bending over to look at you quizzically.

“Was it good at least?”

“Taehyung!” you gasp, lashing your foot out to try and kick him, and he runs away giggling.

There’s no way that you or Namjoon will ever live this down…

The bad boy and the good girl PT 1

Request: A Kol Au where he’s just a regular teen in high school and he’s like the bad guy you should stay away from but the reader (who is a goody too shoes and teachers pet) starts to like him and idk how you’re gonna do this but they end up sleeping together. 

SORRY I DIDN’T POST THIS WEEK. I HAVE SCHOOL AND I JUST LAY CRYING ALL DAY. Please tell me if you like it and/or want a part 2 

Originally posted by lovekolmikaelsonstuff

 I had never done anything bad. I got straight A’s. never handed in and assignment late. Never broke a rule. But that all change the day i met Kol Mikaelson. I knew who Kol was but i never talked to him. Mostly because we never met. He was our high schools bad boy and i was the good girl. Kol would walk around him his normal black cloths talking to every girl possible where as i would walk around in my normal black jeans and white shirt trying to be invisible, not talking to any living human. That is besides my best friend Davina Claire. 

“Hey girly.” Davina called from her locker. I walked over to her already uncomfortable with how many people were around her. She was the most popular girl. Every guy wanted to date her and every girl wanted to be her. Davina and i met because of our mothers. They were friends when they went to high school so it was inevitable that Davina and i became friends.

 “Hey” i said quietly. Most of the people left giving Davina and a i little space. We started talking about stupid stuff like grades, homework and how much we hated our teachers.

“There’s a party tonight wanna come.” she asked me. Davina always tried to get me to go with her to these kind of parties but i always said no. i felt uncomfortable around all the popular people. It’s not like i had anything in common with them. But this time i felt like going.

 “Yeah. sure i’ll come” i said taking Davina by surprise. “I’ll come over at like 7” i said walking away from her when the bell rang indicating it was time for the next period. English. I walked into the classroom and sat in the corner hoping i didn’t have to speak up even though i knew the answers. 

“Okay class. You had a essay about narcissism due today. Did anybody not reach 10 pages.” Mr. Jensen asked. I laughed to myself. 10 pages was nothing. I had to make mine shorter. But to my surprise there was one person who raised his hand. Kol Mikaelson.  

“How come you didn’t reach 10 Mr. Mikaelson” Mr. Jensen asked him with a long sigh at the end.

 “I would lie and say that i didn’t have time to finish it but you know me well enough to know i didn’t want to” Kol who sat besides me said. I rolled my eyes at the excuse if you could even call it that. “Something bothering you love” Kol asked me. I felt heart rise to my cheeks. I didn’t know how to answer him. For once i decided to do something i never did. Be bold.

 “No nothing. It’s just surprising how a person who has two weeks to write something decides to ignore the task they were given.” i said. I felt even worse after that. I should have kept my mouth shut. But to my surprise Kol started smiling. ‘

“What’s your name” he asked with a smirk on his face. 

“Y/N” i said quietly. 

“Well nice to meet you i’m Kol i think we’ll get along well” he said. I smiled at him before i heard Mr. Jensen clear his throat.

 “Well since you seem to be very fond of miss Y/L/N i give you both a challenge. Y/N you are one of the best students in this school and Kol you… well you show up that has to count for something” he said making the class laugh a little and making Kol give him a cold look. “I want you Y/N to help Kol write this essay. Miss Y/L/N i’m sure you’ll do it without anything in return because you’re again a good student but for you Mr Mikaelson. Write this essay and don’t annoy Y/N and i’ll let both of you out of the test we are having next thursday” 

“You got yourself a deal Dennis” Kol smirked. I didn’t really need saving from the test but then again who likes tests. 

“It’s Mr. Jensen to you” Mr. Jensen corrected Kol before continuing with his lesson. After he was done telling us about the test that i could possibly get out of the bell rang and people started packing their things. 

“Okay i have math now and i know you do too. After that we will go to my house and finish your essay” i said to Kol while packing up my things. I tried avoiding his eyes but it was kinda hard when he gave me a disbelieving look. 

“It’s friday. You wanna do homework on a friday.” he complained. I looked at him really taking in his appearance. He wasn’t unattractive. But i couldn’t go there. He probably didn’t think i was pretty and he’s not really a good influence. 

“Yes come on. I have to go to a party at 7 but from 3 to 6:30 i am all yours” i told him before walking to math. Math was probably my least favorite subject. I knew what they were telling and it’s not like it was interesting. Luckily math seemed to go by quickly and before i knew it i was back at my locker.

 “Hey” Kol said behind be making me jump and all my books fall out of my hands. I bucked down to pick them up and so did Kol. “Sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” he laughed. 

“It’s okay” i said. When i got all my books back into my locker i turned back to him. He smirked at me making me blush. Out of the corner of my eye i saw Davina looking at me with a shocked expression. I couldn’t blame her i don’t really talk to a lot of people. “Hey you have a car right. Meet me out there i’ll just be a second.” i said after shutting my locker. He nodded and walked away. I turned slightly to see him leave but right as i turned back around Davina was in my face. “OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL DUDE DO YOU HAVE TO SNEAK UP ON ME” i yelled. 

“What the hell are you doing with the bad boy” she asked me completely ignoring my question.
“Nothing he’s a nice guy. Our teacher said i have to help him write his essay and if it was above an A he would let both of us out of the test next week” i explained.

 “Look i know him a little and i have heard things. Please be careful dude. He’s not the type of guy you’re just friends with” she said walking away from me. 

“What do you mean…. Davina. DUDE” i yelled after her but she kept walking. I walked out the front doors to be with the sight of Kol in his black car waiting for me. I opened the door and sat besides him. He started driving without me even telling him where i live. “How do you know where we are going” i asked. 

“I asked around about you.” he said like it was nothing. When he noticed my shocked expression he continued talking  “Yeah well i needed to know some stuff about you. All i got was that you were Davina Claire’s best friend so i went to some of her friends and they gave me your address and said that you weren’t the type of person they enjoy hanging around and they only do it because of Davina so i punched them” he explain while driving into the driveway.

“YOU PUNCHED THEM FOR THAT.” i yelled. “People say waaaaay worse things about me. The only reason they don’t like me is because i don’t drink and party every weekend” i said. I didn’t really care if they didn’t like me. I didn’t like them either. “I like you. I like how you don’t care. Hey i know how you feel people say stuff about me too” he said. I sat on one end of the couch and Kol sat at the other “Just because i drink more than them and get high from time to time people like to judge too” he said. I was surprised to hear him being so open about his drug and alcohol use. 

“Anyway… what’s your genre” i asked him while pulling out a notepad for me to write ideas on.

 “Uhmmm. I don’t know.” he said with no care in the world. I sighed. “What i’m not a born writer” he complained.

 “It’s fine. How about you write about a boy who thinks he’s better than anybody else so he doesn’t do his homework… i think mr. Jensen would love it” i said sarcastically. Kol rolled his eyes at me. “Okay fine. A girl. She is the most popular girl ever and she starts to love herself more than she loves her family and friends” i said hoping it was fine 

“Is that fine with you since it clearly based on your best friend”

“IT’S NOT BASED ON DAVINA. SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU DON’T KNOW HER OKAY I DO AND SHE DOES CARE. SHE CARES ABOUT EVERYONE” I yelled in his face. I got really defensive when it people talked bad about Davina 

“I do know her… we used to sleep together”