keep him in my pocket for when i'm having i'll just pop him out

Don’t Leave Me

Request: Hey! Just found you’re account a few days ago, and I was just wondering if I could request? I honestly love your write so much. ❤️ if you could wright a newt scamander imagine where Newt leaves the reader for Leta (set in hogwarts) and they don’t talk until like some point? Idk. please make it angst but with a happy ending? Thanks!

Word Count: 2,288

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories

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You spot Newt’s lanky frame curled up in the grassy spot near the lake, knees against his chest and hands around his knees as he stares out over the water, His shaggy hair blows like the waves in the breeze. You can’t fight your smile as you watch him absentmindedly brush his hair from his eyes. You reach into your pocket, forgetting that your gift is back in your room, hidden between the pages of your transfiguration textbook. You remind yourself that it’s only one more day before you can give it to him. One more day.

He doesn’t hear you approaching, jumping at your voice when you call out to him.

“There you are.” The words are a routine, a joke from nearly a year ago when Newt had approached you with shaking hands.

Newt starts to stand, but stops when you shake your head and toss your books onto the ground, plopping down next to him. “Here I am.” He says, scooting over as you take his hand.

“Studied any amazing creatures lately? It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

Newt’s smile is small. “It’s only been a week and a half.”

You raise your eyebrows and lean back. “Sure feels like forever.”

Newt stares at your joined hands. “Maybe.”

The breeze slows, leaving only the warm sunshine to brush your face. “It’s beautiful out. I hope it stays this way for tomorrow.”

“About tomorrow…”

You don’t notice the change in Newt’s tone as you chatter on. “Wow, can you believe it’s been a year? Isn’t a picnic the perfect way to celebrate a year together?”

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I’ll never stop swimming to you
I’m swimming all day

part 5 of vivi being binu trash

  • Sanha and MJ screeching on speaker and demanding to know what happened 
    • Eunwoo: “nothing! I’m just rewriting it and wanted to hear your opinions!" 
    • MJ: "ok but who’s Bin" 
    • Sanha: "why are you writing this Bin a song" 
    • MJ: "why does it sound so bright in the beginning my heart is !!!!" 
    • Sanha: "your heart is always !!!! idk what ur saying" 
    • MJ screeching in response 
    • Cue scuffling sounds where Sanha’s trying to get to get away from MJ
    • Eunwoo laughing because he’s far away and he can turn the volume down but Sanha can’t 
    • Sanha: “ok but then it becomes sadder at the end Eunwoo what’s going on”
    • MJ: “if this Bin person hurt you I’m literally running over right now to fight him”
    • Eunwoo assuring them that firstly, no, Bin hasn’t hurt him it’s just that he hasn’t finished the song and secondly, the image of smol MJ standing up to bad boy Bin just makes him want to laugh
    • MJ screeching more in indignation 
    • Sanha: “ok but does this song have a happy ending?”
    • Eunwoo, pausing before sighing quietly that he really, really hopes so 
  • Jinjin tossing an apple up and down and Rocky trying to catch it with his feet and Hwiyoung dead asleep on the other end of the sofa 
    • Bin studying the sea glass pieces in the counter they just had delivered today 
    • Jinjin: "so when are you going to tell him?”
    • Bin, looking up: “tell who what?" 
    • Jinjin, batting away Rocky’s foot: "tell Eunwoo you’re in love with him" 
    • Bin: "FHSKHDJS I’m nOt" 
    • Rocko: “you’ve been in love with him for forever, Bin, don’t lie”
    • Jinjin: “don’t let him go the same way you’ve been letting him go the past few years”
    • Rocky, before accidentally wiggling his foot a bit too hard and falling off the sofa: "better tell him before he heads back" 
    • Bin watching Hwiyoung startle awake at Rocky’s yelp
    • Bin saying quietly: "what makes you think he’d accept me?”
    • Jinjin, looking at Bin in slightly disbelief: “have you seen the way he looks at you?????”
    • Rocky, scrambling up and brushing himself off: "he looks at you like he can’t quite believe you exist" 
    • Bin: "but-" 
    • Jinjin: "i know you’re scared he won’t like you back but" 
    • Rocko: "trust us, he really does" 
    • Jinjin: "unless you’re scared he might already have someone else in the city?" 
    • Rocko: "or that he’d meet someone else back there that he’d prefer?" 
    • Jinjin: “he’s as sickeningly in love with you as you are with him, you idiot”
    • Rocko: “and if you’ve been in love with him for forever, chances are that it’s like that the other way round too”
    • Hwiyoung, yawning and rubbing his eyes: "what are you both, a tag team???" 
    • Bin watching Rocky shove Hwiyoung and squeeze himself between Hwiyoung and Jinjin on the sofa 
    • Bin, in a small voice: "what makes you think he won’t forget me again when he gets back?" 
    • Hwiyoung, simply: "then give him something to remember”
  • Jinjin yelling at Rocky for splashing him and Bin cackling and Eunwoo doing that one laugh
    • you know that one laugh where his mouth stretches really wide
    • Eunwoo isn’t sure when he agreed to jump into the ocean but Rocky and Jinjin strolled onto the boardwalk topless and shucked off their slippers and jumped into the shallow waters 
    • And proceeded to holler at Eunwoo to join them
    • Bin running after them onto the boardwalk and yelling at them to stop bothering Eunwoo
    • Eunwoo laughing and shucking off his tank top before jumping in too because heck it, it’s been so long since he played in the water and it’s such a hot day he might as well
    • Bin standing there with the three of them hollering at Bin to jump in before deciding also to heck it because if Eunwoo’s in there there’s no point staying on the boardwalk anyway
    • Bin peeling off his shirt 
    • Me still being attacked by Astroad apparently Bin instigated the whole thing
    • Eunwoo regretting all the choices he’s ever made that led up to this instant because holy shit he really wasn’t ready 
    • Eunwoo trying to will down his blush while treading water 
    • Rocky and Jinjin seeing Eunwoo blushing and just cackling 
    • Bin swimming over to them and immediately Rocky and Jinjin swim farther out and leave Binu alone 
    • Bin: “do you remember the time you thought you were part merman?”
    • Eunwoo, huffing a laugh: “yeah, and I said I’d be part dolphin”
    • Smol baby Bin laughing and splashing Eunwoo and telling him he’d be part crab instead 
    • Baby Eunwoo pouting and splashing Bin back
    • And Bin, laughing: “yeah I still think you’re part-crab”
    • Eunwoo pouting 
    • And Bin just smiles and starts swimming out to Rockjin and yelling, “race you, crab-boy!!” over his shoulder
    • Eunwoo laughing and swimming after him before grabbing Bin from behind to keep him from moving forward
    • Bin turns around to shrug him off and suddenly, they’re close, so close 
    • And Bin can see water droplets on Eunwoo’s eyelashes and Eunwoo’s blinking up at him and smiling and saying something
    • Bin’s breath catching 
    • He doesn’t remember when it was his brain decided to give up being bitter at Eunwoo and revert all Eunwoo-related matters to Bin’s heart
    • But his heart is thumping and there’s nothing more he wants than just to lean over and press a kiss on Eunwoo’s cheek 
    • And so he does
    • And it’s like everything’s snapped into place - the sounds of the waves beating against the both of them, sunlight flashing off the waves in small diamonds, Eunwoo’s eyelashes as he blinks when Bin pulls away slightly, Eunwoo’s blush riding high on smiling cheeks 
  • Bin parking his motorbike outside Eunwoo’s house 
    • Bin doesn’t know what to do 
    • Because Bin’s never come looking for him before - it’s always Eunwoo sliding into the shop or them meeting on the boardwalk 
    • Bin scratching his head before Eunwoo’s brother pops his head out the window 
    • Eunwoo’s brother: “woAh hiya Bin nice ride”
    • Eunwoo’s brother: “looking for Eunwoo?" 
    • Bin: 
    • Eunwoo’s brother, gently knocking himself on the head: "yeah because who else would you look for lmao come in" 
    • And the moment Bin steps into the house he hears a gentle melody on the piano, something bright and tinkly and light-hearted 
    • And as he slides off his shoes and follows Eunwoo’s brother into the living room the melody stills, then fades into something melancholic, single separate notes aching and lonely and familiar 
    • And Bin stills too, because Eunwoo’s sitting at a small, brown piano, his fingers heavy on ivory keys  and crumpled staff sheets littering the top of the piano 
    • And the tune swells and bursts and Eunwoo’s brother and the whole room fades into the background 
    • And all Bin can see is Eunwoo 
      • Eunwoo, laughing in the moonlight and hand on Bin’s knee 
      • Eunwoo, leaning back on his hands and face tilted towards the sun 
      • Eunwoo, chasing a stray drop of ice cream with his tongue 
      • Eunwoo, arms wound around Bin’s waist and awed laugh echoing in his ear 
      • Eunwoo, who slipped into the shop less than three weeks ago and made Bin remember everything from when they were young and dumb and best friends and Eunwoo, who looked exactly like Bin imagined Eunwoo would grow up to look like
      • Eunwoo, who’s still the same boy who would sit by Bin and listen to Bin talk about the things he loved and who would get worried when Bin did something dangerous and whose fingers still fit right into the spaces between Bin's 
      • Dammit now I need another soulmate!AU watch me kill my heart over it
      • Eunwoo with fingers dancing along keys, framed with a lilting melody now soft and sweet and gentle and echoing in Bin’s heart 
    • And as Eunwoo’s song comes to an abrupt end and Eunwoo picks up his pencil to scribble notes on his paper, Bin coughs gently 
    • Eunwoo’s head shooting up 
    • Bin coughing a little more because in the process of coughing gently he accidentally swallowed the wrong way and is actually choking 
    • Eunwoo: ????? "Um" 
    • Bin, recovering his breath: "that sounded really good, what was it?”
    • Eunwoo, shuffling his papers before Bin can see the title: “nah I was just bumming around”
    • Bin, not really believing Eunwoo because there’s no way that melody was just a result of ‘bumming around’ unless Eunwoo’s secretly a musical genius
    • Although now when he thinks about it he wouldn’t be surprised if Eunwoo was indeed one
    • Bin, fishing a small bag of beads out of his back pocket: “came to deliver beads”
    • And suddenly Eunwoo’s brother comes out of the background because yay!!!! new beads!!! and Eunwoo is laughing
    • Eunwoo’s brother prodding around the four beads and picking out his own
    • Eunwoo’s brother, pouting: “wait how come Eunwoo’s has an extra carving on the back”
    • Bin flushing because wow called oUT
    • Eunwoo’s brother running off with the beads to their mum
    • Eunwoo peering at his new deep purple bead: “this isn’t the one my mum chose that day though?”
    • Bin, shaking his head: “I chose it”
    • And Eunwoo can’t help himself, he can’t help the silly dumb grin spreading across his face because for the first time he’ll be wearing something picked for him by Bin again
    • Bin tenderly watching Eunwoo smile, heart doing the flippity-flop-about-to-stop thing
    • Eunwoo, seeing the small “8” etched on the front of his sea glass and flipping the bead around 
    • Bin shaking his thin black cord out from under his shirt
    • And Eunwoo sees a moon etched on the back of his stone and a tide on the back of Bin’s
    • Bin, softly: “you can leave the seaside and go back to the city, but remember, I’ll always be pulled to you.”

me: i need 2 stop 

also me: but what about myungjin

anonymous asked:

So friend, what do I haveta do to get you write more morphine Ryan. Cause I just kinda hung out in your raywood tag for half an hour and now I'm feeling emotional

Honestly, the only thing you need to do is ask:

Ray’s camped out on Geoff’s couch, playing some stupid game on his phone, when the door opens. He looks up, feeling his stomach clench when he watches Michael and Geoff help an irritable Ryan across the threshold. He still looks pale, still looks tired and drawn, but he’s alive.

Ray moves his feet, making room for Ryan, and Geoff and Michael lower him onto the couch. He leans his head back, closing his eyes, burrowing deeper into the leather jacket that someone had draped over his shoulders, and for a moment Ray thinks he’s actually sulking.

“You’re not going back to your apartment,” Geoff says, clearly continuing an argument from earlier. “So stop pouting and accept it.”

“Not pouting,” Ryan grumbles but doesn’t open his eyes. “And fuck you.”

“Yeah, love you too, asshole,” Geoff retorts heading into the kitchen. “You want some juice?” When Ryan doesn’t respond, Geoff huffs and says, “Fuck off, you’re getting juice.”

“Can I have some juice?” Michael’s eyes widen innocently, making him look years younger, and for a moment Ray can almost convince himself that Michael didn’t blow up a parking lot full of parked cars last month as a distraction.

“Get the fuck up and get it yourself.” But not Geoff apparently.

“Jeez, you think you know a guy,” Michael jokes but still gets up and gets a Red Bull out of the fridge. “Hey Ray, you want anything?” Ray shakes his head and Michael shrugs, closing the door.

“Here.” Geoff practically shoves the juice at Ryan, sinking into the chair adjacent to the couch. “Drink that or I’ll shove it down your goddamn throat.”

Ryan mutters something about mother hens and annoying pricks, but he still sits up and takes a sip of the juice. He puts the bottle down with a grimace, leaning back again. “You gonna be this irritating all the time?”

“Just until I know you’re not going to rip your stitches by doing something stupid.”

Ryan sticks his middle finger up and Geoff snorts, but neither one says anything else. Michael returns to the living room, perching on the arm of Geoff’s chair, putting his feet on the coffee table. “So, who’s gonna take Ryan’s place in the heist?”

“I can still do it,” Ryan grumbles.

“Over my dead body,” Geoff mumbles not even looking his way. He leans back in his chair, thinking a moment, but finally shrugs and says, “I can just replace Gavin with Sonntag, have him take Ryan’s place. Greene still owes me a couple favors.”

“You sure you want Lawrence hacking again? Last time he kept correcting our technique,” Michael points out, taking a swig of his drink.

“Yeah, he did, but he’s also good at what he does. It can’t hurt to call him.”

“Does anyone care what I think?” Ryan asks curiously.

“You’re not going.”

Ryan huffs but doesn’t respond, burrowing back into his jacket, trying to cross his arms only to wince. He lets them fall into his lap, bunching the material of his sweats in his closed fists instead, his jaw clenching, and Ray wants to reach out, reassure him that just because he has to sit out for this one doesn’t mean he has to sit out for them all, but he can’t bring himself to do it. So, he just sits there awkwardly, listening to the conversation.

Michael and Geoff continue to make plans, bouncing ideas off each other, while Ryan dozes off next to Ray, his head lolling over onto his shoulder. Ray should move, knows he doesn’t deserve the trust that Ryan is giving him, but he’s not going to be an asshole. Not going to risk waking Ryan up because of his issues. So, he sits there, stewing in his own guilt, clutching his phone tightly.

It’s another twenty minutes before Geoff and Michael get up, the former heading towards the bathroom to take a shower, the latter mentioning something about going to hang out with Gavin and Lindsay. When the front door closes behind Michael, the room lapses into a tense silence, broken only by Ryan’s deep breathing and the noises from the game Ray had forgotten he’d been playing.

He shuts his phone off, tossing it onto the coffee table, glancing over at Ryan. Dark hair falls into his face, out of its ponytail for once, and almost unconsciously Ray reaches over and brushes it away.

Ryan stirs, rubbing his face against Ray’s shoulder, and murmurs, “Adam?”

Ray freezes, barely breathing. He watches, waits for Ryan to wake up, but he just sighs and settles down again. Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Ray chews on his bottom lip. That’s the second time Ryan has mentioned this Adam guy, and Ray would be lying if he said he isn’t a little bit curious, but this shit is Ryan’s business. He’s not going to demand answers nor is he going to go along with Michael’s plan to have Gavin look into this guy. Ryan hasn’t told them about Adam for a reason, and Ray isn’t going to push him into telling them anything before he’s ready.

Besides, he has his own shit to work out. Logically, he knows he shouldn’t feel guilty, in this line of work there are bound to be injuries, but the crew trusts him to keep them safe. He’s their eye in the sky, their last line of defense from anyone who threatens them, and in a way he feels like he failed.

“Can practically hear you thinking from over here.” Geoff’s voice startles him a little, but Ray forces himself to stay still, not wanting to wake Ryan up.

“Not thinking anything,” Ray murmurs, tapping his fingers against his knees.

“Right.” Geoff crosses the room, sitting on the coffee table. Drops of water fall onto his shoulder from his wet hair, a kind smile on his face, and he looks so much like a dad that Ray feels his chest tighten. He never had this type of relationship with his own dad, his old man usually too drunk to give him the time of day, but Geoff, in spite of being the most feared man in the city, has the strongest paternal instinct out of anyone Ray has ever worked for, and at times that could be a little overwhelming.

“You wanna talk about it?” Geoff asks softly, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he clasps his hands in front of him.

Ray shrugs, trying to make himself smaller as he burrows into his hoodie. The concern in Geoff’s eyes makes his own sting and he feels his resolve crack. He blinks rapidly, looking down at his lap, and whispers, “I was too late.”

“Too late for what?” It takes him a moment, but realization dawns on Geoff. “You think what happened to Ryan is your fault?”

Ray raises his left shoulder up and down, but he can’t bring himself to look up at Geoff. He murmurs, “My job is to make sure you guys are safe, and when he needed me the most I failed.”

“You can’t,” Geoff trails off, running a hand down his face. “Ray, you can’t blame yourself for this. If anything blame the mother fucker who shot Ryan. He’s the one to blame. Not you.”

“But, but I saw them, Geoff.” Ray looks up, feeling desperate, needing Geoff to understand where his head’s at. “I, I saw the rifle, but they took the shot before…” he sucks in a ragged breath, letting it out. “I should have seen them sooner.”

“You can’t spend your life second guessing yourself. You can’t. Otherwise you’re gonna drive yourself fucking crazy. Trust me, I know.” He reaches out, resting his hand against the side of Ray’s head, gently ruffling his hair. “You’re good Ray, you are, but you’re not perfect.”

Ray looks over at Ryan, who has yet to wake up, his stomach twisting painfully. “Then why do I feel so guilty?”

“Because you’re human.” Geoff pats the side of his head, getting up, crossing the room to the kitchen, dragging a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet under the sink.

“He’s right, you know,” Ryan whispers against Ray’s shoulder. Ray wonders how long Ryan has been awake and why he didn’t notice before, but then he remembers this is Ryan. He has a habit of sneaking up on them. He’s probably trained himself to sit still for hours, knows how to control his breathing. He may look more human with his mask off, but he’s still a creepy motherfucker.

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough.” Ryan winces as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t blame you. Not for one second, you understand me?”

“I still feel like I should apologize.”

“There’s no need, but if it helps I accept it.

Geoff returns to the living room a few moments later, a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He offers the latter to Ryan, puts his glass down, and pulls a bottle of pills from his pocket. “I don’t say this often,” Geoff starts shaking a pill from the bottle, holding it out to Ryan, “but listen to Ryan. He’s right.” He jiggles his hand, still waiting for Ryan to take the pill. “It’s just an antibiotic, dickhole. So you don’t get an infection. Just take it.”

Eyeing him warily, Ryan accepts the pill. He pops it into his mouth, chasing it with a swig of water, and hands the glass back to Geoff. “Your mothering is going to get old.”

“Fuck you, I am old. I earned the right to mother you.”

Ryan chuckles softly, his laughter breaking off into a painful sounding cough, and Geoff’s instantly hovering over him, worried. He runs a hesitant hand through Ryan’s hair, softly murmuring to him, while Ryan grabs Ray’s hand, gripping it tightly, trying to keep himself grounded.

It takes a bit, and there are tears of pain clinging to Ryan’s lashes, but he gets control of his coughing. He looks exhausted, his body shaking against Ray’s shoulder, and Geoff races into the kitchen, returning a moment later with another bottle of pills.

“Here.” His hands tremble a little as he shakes out a pain pill, practically forcing it into Ryan’s palm. Geoff waits until Ryan has taken the painkiller, using the same glass of water he used with his antibiotic, before covering his face with his hand. “Goddamn, Ryan, don’t do that.”

“D-didn’t do it on purpose,” Ryan rasps, his shaking settling as the painkiller takes hold. He can barely keep his eyes open, body slumping against the back of the couch. “W-wasn’t fun.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Geoff retorts, still looking like a worried parent. “Goddamn,” he repeats, his voice barely audible.

Ray’s not even aware his hand is still in Ryan’s until he looks down at it. His fingers tingle from the circulation quickly returning to the appendage, but he doesn’t pull his hand away. Instead he squeezes Ryan’s fingers, letting him know he’s there, and a second later Ryan squeezes back.

This is actually taken from a much longer story I am working on, but I’m not sure when exactly I’ll finish it, so I figured posting this part wouldn’t hurt anything. And seriously Anon, if you ever want me to write something, just send me an ask.

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Jily Week 2, Day 1 | Games | Travel

In which Lily and James embark on a road trip and learn more about each other.

Beta: Renata and Dee | (

So now I think that I could
Love you back
And I hope it’s not too late cause you’re so attractive

Be in my eyes
Be in my heart
Be in my eyes, ay yai yai
Be in my heart

- Flowers in Your Hair (The Lumineers)

‘What in Merlin’s name are we doing?’

'We are driving, James,’ Lily said with a huff. James eyed the car suspiciously.

'I am not going in that. We can Floo.’

'We can also drive,’ she repeated. 'And besides, Surrey’s only eight hours away.’

His mouth fell open. 'Eight hours? Evans, we could get there in minutes if we just took the Floo Network. I know a man in that department; he could easily set up your sister’s house temporarily—’



'No! If I use magic my sister will actually hate me. I can’t have her hate me more, not right now. She’s already kicked me out of her bridal party, James, I can’t have her kick me out of the wedding too—’

'Breathe, Lily,’ he ordered, putting his hands on her shoulders. She did as he ordered and drew in a long breath. 'Your sister isn’t going to kick you out, I promise. We’ll drive.’

'Thank you,’ she sighed.

'Can I drive?’

'Not on your life. I actually have my licence.’

'I can put a Confundus Charm on anyone who stops us. They’ll think I have my licence.’

'No, James. You don’t know how to drive.’

'Fine,’ he pouted, 'you can drive. I get to navigate.’

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