there you go mr. anon. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did lol


request: “Would love a Draco x reader imagine where they’re best friends and they’re always really close and they smell each other in the amortentia? I know so original but your writing style is good so it’d be great for you to write a version of this imagine ?” — by anon

a/n: *badly impersonates professor trelawney* you have the markings of a true seer, my child! lol, but seriously, i was thinking about making an imagine like the one you requested, anon. and i am very pleased that someone asked for it bECAUSE THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WAHAHAHA. also, i might have blushed when you said my writing style is good 💓 hope you enjoy! x

Masterlist + Request here!

“What took you so long?”

Those were the words you uttered just as your best friend, and probably the longest companion you have ever had, sat down beside you like he usually did in Potions. You noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore the scowl he had whenever he saw Potter — which you assumed was the reason why his features were all annoyed, since Harry was in the very same class right now.

Draco took out his textbook, “What took me so long? You’re the one who didn’t wait for me when I clearly told you that we’d meet at the entrance of the Great Hall before going here.”

A blush crept on your cheeks, clearly remembering that he indeed told you that before the two of you parted ways this morning after breakfast. Draco was looking at you with a disapproving look and all you managed to do was sheepishly smile at him, which made him roll his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered just as Professor Slughorn began his discussion about a potion that was called Amortentia. “I completely forgotten it because Ron had a question and —”

“Wait a minute. Why on earth are you on first name basis with that Weasel?” Draco hastily cut you off, turning his body so that he faced you while you still tried to listen to Slughorn’s boring introduction.

You glanced at him. “Because unlike you, I’m not a git, Draco.” you couldn’t help but plaster a smirk on your lips, making him scoff.

But truth be told, only you could insult Draco face to face and get away with it. You have been friends with him since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, the compartment that he was occupying that time the only available place you could find to stay in. It still surprises you whenever you remember it because you were always under the impression that he was just as egotistical and snobbish as his father.

Well, he kind of still was, but whenever it came to you he wasn’t as bad as everybody claimed him to be. Draco was actually a very trust worthy friend, he was definitely someone you knew who could stay and tolerate your flaws and imperfections, and he has always been there for you in times of distress.

Of course, Draco undoubtedly felt the same, or else the friendship you had with him wouldn’t have lasted this long.

“Yes, now, well huddle up and divide yourselves into pairs.” said Slughorn with a peculiar smile on his face. “I’ll be giving each group a sample of Amortentia and you’ll have to be completely honest to your chosen partner what are the things that you smelled, alright? Okay, so, quietly fall in line …”

You shared a look with Draco and he nodded, standing up to get the mentioned sample from the professor for your own group. He was back in seconds, placing a tiny bottle on your working table containing a liquid that had steam rising in characteristic spirals. You leaned down closely to get a sniff, your nose wrinkling before turning to Draco.

“Seriously, Draco. How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I can’t smell anything besides it.” you tried sniffing again.

He pursed his lips together. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone overdoing something, it’s you. Your watermelon scented perfume is going to be stuck in my nostrils forever.” he chuckled.

Both confused by your own accusations to each other — since quite frankly, you didn’t bother to put on your perfume today and Draco had forgotten to apply his cologne — you and Draco leaned down once again to the bottle of Amortentia, determined to get a different scent other than the previous strong fragrance.

Draco glanced at you while you were still sniffing, casually moving closer so that he could familiarize himself again with the smell of your shampoo. He was still taking in the smell of watermelon from the potion, with two new additions: old books and now, your shampoo.

“What is it?” you questioned when he abruptly almost fell on his stool because of what he was beginning to discover.

“Nothing.” coughed Draco, changing the topic. “Er, what did you smell?”

You remembered the scent of fallen rain, the smell of mint, and the strangest of all, his cologne. You thought you were only catching the smell of it because of how close the two of you were sitting right next to each other. Clearly, you were mistaken and found yourself blushing at the realization that you were attracted to your best friend.

“You go first.” you insisted but Draco shook his head.

“No, no, ladies first.”

You snorted, “Please, Draco, we both know you hardly recognize me as a lady.”

“Girls first then.” he corrected himself.

“No, really, you go first.”

“Y/N, don’t be stubborn and just tell me —”

“Yes, I would, right after you tell me yours —”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N — ”

“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N, do we have a problem?” Slughorn had appeared in front of your desk, a triumph smile on his face. “I can’t help but notice that your voices have increased in volume. May I know what’s the noise all about?”

“Nothing, professor.” both of you claimed.

Slughorn narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

“We were just about to exchange answers, sir.” you added.

He grinned. “Is that so? Well, tell them to the whole class then! I’m sure everyone is just as curious as I am.”

Draco’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Actually, sir, I rather not —”

“Ridiculous, Malfoy! Now, come on, tell us what you smelled.”

You have never seen Draco act so uncomfortable and embarrassed before as he stared at Slughorn, his cheeks tinted pink while he held this look as if he was silently praying that the time was up and they were now going to be dismissed for their next class.

He coughed. “I smell … old books, uh, watermelon, and … kind of like a bubblegum scent.” he murmured the last part, knowing that you were the only one that had hair smelling like bubblegum around the castle grounds.

“And how about you, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Fallen rain, mint, I think. And, well,” you caught Draco waiting for your answer, “um, some type of cologne.”

“Ah! How astonishing. I wonder who would be the lucky person to be wearing such a cologne …” trailed the professor, finally leaving his attention to the two of you and back to his own desk in front.

You and Draco were both silent on your seats, knowing in fact that you had smelled each other in Amortentia — a love potions that gave off a scent that you are most attracted to. In both of your cases, only now did the both of you realize that maybe all this time you’ve been with each other, the affection you showed weren’t precisely platonic as thought it was.

“So,” Draco was the one who had the nerves to speak after understanding, “it was my cologne, huh?” there was a hint of cockiness in his tone and when you peered at him, he had this genuine grin that only you had the chance to see.

“Excuse me, Malfoy, but two beats one. You smelled both my perfume and my shampoo.” you said a matter-of-fact.

You gazed at each other for what seemed like hours before breaking apart, your lips curled up in a smirk while the professor now discussed another potion, Felix felicis.

Suddenly, Draco placed a hand on top of yours nonchalantly, intertwining it with his as a bigger smile appeared on his mouth. He seemed to be very pleased of himself and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the heavy pace of your heart, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something new and wonderful.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm the sick anon from a few days ago - I recovered! If it's possible to ask for another request (ignore if not), how about the RFA + Saeran + Vanderwood (why not?) go bowling? What kind of crazy shenanigans would happen? (I'm also really happy to see your blog growing - hopefully it gets even bigger!)

good to hear from you again, anon, and I’m glad you’re doing better! now, about your request, well… I had a solid idea of what I wanted to do but it got lost and I don’t know what happened lol. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. 

ohhh~ thanks for the encouraging words by the way! it’s gotten big enough to make us question our entire existence just like zen in this request like rlly guys are you lost? but we love you anyways mwah~

- Admin Cat Mom.

mmkay before we start we’re gonna put these goofballs in teams because that’s gonna make things ten times more interesting:

  • Team Alpha Super Awesome Cool Honey Buddha Squadron: Yoosung, Seven, Saeran, Vanderwood.
  • Team ‘we’re not naming the team as your fur ball, Jumin’: Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, V.

I think you can pretty much guess who named each team.


  • probably something like this.
  • puppy tried his best leave him alone.
  • wants to die, he’s a college student how is he supposed to pay for that?
  • swears he’s good!! he just… needs a bit of warm up, that’s all.
  • the one (1) time he strikes he does a silly victory dance and starts jumping in excitement.
  • one of his shoes ends up who knows where.
  • most likely hitting someone in the face.
  • what in the world… did you do with your legs, boy? what were you trying to reach? the sun? 
  • throwing yourself into the sun sounds like the perfect solution for the disasters you’re causing, though, we can’t blame you.
  • but please tie your laces properly next time.


  • and boy does he deliver.
  • does the weirdest poses while somehow managing to get high scores.
  • is all over yoosung the entire time, hugs and screams and ridiculous “secret” handshakes to celebrate even when their balls land in the gutter.
  • and actually poor thing tried to hug everyone on his team but saeran gave him the cold shoulder and vanderwood took out their taser.
  • gets bored after a while and starts messing with everyone.
  • hacks the system, now the scoring screens are filled with cats.
  • zen is now sneezing and yelling and questioning his existence.


  • bonds with vanderwood and makes fun of everyone.
  • “what do you mean you can’t smoke in here?”
  • is annoyed, even the act of lifting the ball is bothersome to him.
  • maybe he doesn’t feel like playing this dumb game stop staring at him for fuck’s sake.
  • “the hell are you looking at?”
  • death stares, lots of death stares.
  • is actually embarrassed of his poor bowling skills.
  • “there are just too many people here can we please go home now”
  • he only agreed to go because seven promised him ice cream.
  • and instead of ice cream he has a vanderwood and ugly shoes.


  • wonders why they’re there in the first place.
  • knows like half of these people.
  • turns out most of them are fucking hilarious.
  • narcissist rat man won’t stop whining and sneezing lmao why is no one immortalizing this moment on a camera.
  • no worries fam seven’s got you covered.
  • scary lady aka jaehee seems like quite the contestant, the only one worthy of their time for that matter.
  • and the place is literally crumbling down thanks to crybaby #2.
  • anyways, when it comes to the actual bowling part, they look like a majestic fairy??
  • their hair looks fantastic and shiny, they’ve taken off their signature jacket, their posture is excellent and to sum it up vanderwood is a blessing to this world.


  • he’s supposed to be doing this with his girlfriend.
  • and why does he have to be in the same team as mr. trust fund kid.
  • ~more whining~
  • sort of good at bowling, knows what he’s doing.
  • girls around them start staring and whispering because of cOURSE he’s bragging and showing off his muscles, of course.
  • takes pleasure in making fun of jumin at first until he makes it his goal to surpass his scores because there’s no way in hell he can be this good?
  • again, honey, you’re on the same team.
  • before we know it, they start bickering over nonsense.
  • is having the worst of times.


  • oh my oh my what is this commoners’ leisure activity he’s never played before and is now deeply interested in.
  • gets himself his own pair of bowling shoes, and a ball which has a kitten printed in it… yeah, that’s elizabeth the 3rd.
  • he also read books and did research beforehand like did you think this man would attend such a physically demanding event without careful and well thought out preparation? please.
  • does the granny style at some point.
  • the kind of guy to bowl a strike while looking completely clueless.
  • but when he gets the hang of it, he gets so cocky.
  • his winning smirk is priceless.
  • tries to teach zen his ways despite being mocked because he’s got a forgiving and generous soul.


  • feels awkward at first because she doesn’t want to be there?? with her boss?? may god have mercy on her soul.
  • her ball falls in the gutter a few times, she’s so awkward and people are staring oh god it’s kind of a her-first-RFA-party situation all over again.
  • after warming up a little and getting used to it, though… oh boy.
  • she’s enjoying this.
  • aces every shot.
  • everyone’s scared.
  • no one can defeat her, unbeatable, she’s queen.
  • stress? what is stress? stress is for the weak, stress has finally left her sacred body and she’s finally reached that mental peace she’s yearned for years.
  • is so into it she almost calls jumin a sucker.
  • honey, you’re on the same team.


  • is not very good at it.
  • doesn’t even care.
  • to be honest he’s just there to have a good laugh.
  • puts the minimal effort when it’s his turn, prefers sitting in the back to enjoy the show because everyone is so goddamn Extra, all he’s missing is some popcorn.
  • part of him is happy to see them bonding and having fun though.
  • cheers for ALL of them like a proud dad no matter their final result.
  • “goddamn it, v” that was yoosung.
  • laughs and shakes his head because he’s grown so accustomed to his people and their usual bullshit, after all that’s why he loves them all.
Childhood - ||Jack Maynard Imagine||

Requested? Yes – ‘can you do a really sad imagine with jack where like youre like hanging with his entire family or something and like this sort of makes you sad because you were never like close with family or something like that’

[[this was lowkey triggering lol but I really hope u enjoy thiss and to the anon who requested, I hope everything is okay at home and you can always drop by if you wanna talk, id be more than willing to listen to ANYONES problems bc ily <3]]

It was Christmas Eve. You were with Jack and his entire family- Conor, Anna and their mum and dad. The house was decorated with little trinkets, glittering ornaments and glowing Christmas lights. Everything was so lit up and beautiful, just as was the family. As you all sat at the dining table eating dinner, Jack and Conor laughed as their father made yet another ‘dad joke’, Anna giggling as well as shaking her head.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sweet heart?” Mrs. Maynard asked a genuine smile on her face.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Very much so. Thank you for letting me spend Christmas with y—”

“I think we should be thanking you!” The Maynard father said loudly. “I would much rather 2 daughters.” He laughed. You blushed at this, feeling grateful to be included in such a family. They were always so kind and welcoming to you, since day one.

Everyone continued on with their banter, laughing and joking around with one another. After a while, they all began cleaning up the table, washing dishes and wiping down benches. As soon as dinner was finished, Jack led you to the living room where the whole family sat.

“When we were younger, we all came to the living room after Christmas Eve dinner and tried to stay up to catch a glimpse of ‘Santa’, of course we were all passed out by the time 10pm hit, but it sort of became this weird ritual we do every Christmas Eve.” Jack smiled, reminiscing on his tender childhood memories.

You smiled as well, but couldn’t help feel a little sad, envious even, for the lack of a good childhood you had. Jack noticed you slowly zone out as he gently called your name, snapping you out of your wondering state.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Jack asked; his eyebrows stitching together as he seemed concerned. You nodded back, giving him a small smile as you sat down on the couch in-between Conor and Jack.

Jack’s mother looked especially excited and ecstatic. “Y/n”, she said in a chirpy voice, you looked up at her as she smiled towards you, “guess what I have for you?” She didn’t give you much time to guess as she moved to the side and showed you a stocking with your name on it hanging from the fireplace. “Your own stocking!”

Your smile grew larger as you teared up slightly; you held it in as you didn’t want to look like a crazy lady for crying over a stocking. But it meant more to you than anyone realised, Christmas was never celebrated in your household, nothing was ever celebrated, not your birthday or Easter or any occasion. So this meant more than anyone knew.

“Thank you so much. I’m honestly really gr—”

“Oh hush, Y/N. You’re a part of this family now. Speaking of family, I have some old videos of the kids including Jack, how about we watch them?”

Jack groaned jokingly as Conor nodded with enthusiasm. “Watch Y/N, you’ll see how I was a natural born star and how Jack was a natural born lard.” You giggled as old family films were turned on.

Films after films of Jack and his siblings at a very young age opening up Christmas gifts, going to beaches, visiting other people and just being a loving and close family in general.

You laughed from time to time, a smile of your face caused by the silly things they all did as a family. They all seemed like such precious and amazing memories to have, and with every laugh that was brought out from you, another thought of your missing childhood was brought up.

You were on the verge of tears, it seemed pathetic but you couldn’t help it. Lifting yourself up, you excused yourself. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You said in a soft voice, Jack watched you with fretful eyes as you walked away, holding in sobs.

As you reached the bedroom you and Jack were staying in, you finally let the tears fall. Keeping your weeps as quiet as possible, you grabbed a few tissues as you wiped the ever-running tears. You kept telling yourself it was stupid, it was pitiful to be crying over such matters. But a broken family was something that affected you since day one and you couldn’t just forget about it.

As your tears continued to run down your cheeks, the door opened and in walked in Jack. “Y/N?” He said, his voice as soft as a bird’s feather as you kept your back facing him.

You tried to clear your voice and answer him; “yes?” however the cries were still evident in your voice.

He walked over, sitting down beside you and he made sure you were facing him. “Tell me what’s wrong. Is it something I said? Something Conor said? I mean Conor does talk an awful lot without thinking.”

You giggled through your sniffles at Jack’s little mockery. “It’s no one’s fault. It’s just watching all those family clips and your parents treating me like their own brought back some memories.”

“Well they can’t be good memories if you’re sat here crying on your own, Y/N. So speak up, let it all out baby.” Jack spoke in a reassuring tone, holding your hand and rubbing circles for comfort.

“I’ve never really told you…but growing up my family weren’t much of a family. It was always dull, always dark and sad. My parents weren’t very good ones, they neglected us all. Every day, upon leaving the house for school they’d be yelling, and when I’d come back, they were still yelling. We were never close. I hated Christmas breaks or Easter breaks because I’d hear people talk about how their mum and aunty argued over a piece of chocolate or how their uncle got so drunk that he fell on a cake. They’d complain about these things, complain that they never got to taste the cake, but I could only wish I had a funny, drunk uncle or that my aunty and mum would argue over something as silly as food. On these breaks where family would get together and laugh over anything and everything; my family would be in the house, ignoring each other or yelling at one another. It was never sweet, never comforting. It was never a family. I missed out on a happy childhood or a happy family.” Your face was a mess by this point, tears rolling down your cheeks continuously and your makeup now a running mess.

Jack stared at you with wide eyes as he teared up. He grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug, holding you for as long as he could. “Y/N, I’m so sorry baby. I’m so sorry for the shit you’ve been put through. I’m sorry your family never gave you the childhood you deserved. But fuck them; you have a new family now. A better family. My mum and dad always tell me they’d rather you be their daughter than I be their son.” Jack chuckled as you gave a small smile, “you’re a part of my family now, so we can start making sweet family memories from now on.”

You smiled largely at Jack, nodding in treaty as you hugged him tighter. “Thank you so much Jack.”

“I love you, Y/N. Don’t you dare forget that. Now how about we get back to our family, yeah?” You agreed as you both made your way back to the living, being greeted with laughter and cheering.

Accent- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by temipanarin

Alright guys here I am again with another Burkie request! Guess you guys are liking them! Either that or I only have one requester lol! Either way I hope you enjoy this one. I think it turned out cute! Let me know what you think anon! Once again some Swedish is used and translations are at the bottom (just names this time not phrases)!

Warning: One night stand resulting in pregnancy (no details just a mention)

Anon request: Hey! Can you do an Andre Burakovsky imagine about him and yn having two sons and they ask why Andre has a weird voice but they’re talking about his accent and it’s really cute pls!! Thank you!!!


              You held one hand of each child as they jumped down the stairs towards your seats by the glass, their red jerseys fluttering around them.

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member- taekook x you

genre- fluff, comedy maybe??

words- 1,558

summary- “1st anniversary celebration + poly!taekook” 

a/n- okay this was totally going to be just a drabble like you requested, anon, but it ended up being too long lol i hope you still like it!! i hope it’s kinda funny and cute!! it’s not much, but hey…

Originally posted by 2suga

It was an agreement between the three of you that your first anniversary would be celebrated all together, with no interruptions- including phones- and just spending some time together. And after a while of bickering and disagreeing, the wonderful idea to go camping awakened.

“Where’s the damn bug spray?” you mumble under your breath, swatting an oddly large mosquito off your calf. “Tae, that was your job. Where did you put it?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! I would like to request where RFA + V and Saeran react to finding out MC is a doctor! ^_^ Thank you!! :DD

yaa ofc~ Sorry this is kinda late, I was away haha ><;; I hope you like this Anon!


  • he was cooking when he suddenly knocked on MC’s door
  • “MC, I cut myself, do you know where the band-aids are?”
  • her eyes traveled to his bleeding finger and without another thought, she pulled him into her seat and grabbed her first aid kit… or more like extensive aid kit
  • Yoosung widened his eyes at the sight of it 
  • why does she have something that intense?
  • “Yoosung this might hurt but don’t flinch, we don’t want to increase the blood flow.”
  • increase the blood flow?? 
  • “MC why are you talking like some sort of- ow!”
  • “Ahh dammit you broke the blood clot”
  • “MC are you…?”
  • “A doctor? Yea, but I hardly do such simple operations haha. I guess I’m a little rusty.”
  • oh my God rusty? simple OPERATIONS? 
  • MC was an almighty surgeon holy


  • he came back from practice feeling more tired than ever
  • “MC, I’m home, what’s for din-”
  • before he could finish, fell unconscious and slammed hard into the floor
  • ouch
  • he woke up to the smell of disinfectants in the air and the light beeps and whirrs of several medical devices
  • someone was hovering over him
  • she had long beautiful hair, and a pretty smile
  • she looked so much like MC
  • “Doctor, he seems to have regained his consciousness” another voice said
  • his eyes focused better
  • shit it really was MC
  • “Mr. Ryu, you can’t keep over working yourself. I’m on shift now, so rest up until I leave.”
  • dude she was so cool omg


  • Jaehee woke up with heavy eyes and a really bad headache
  • most likely from staying up late and working all the time
  • “MC, can you get some water?” she croaked
  • MC came in with water, but after taking one look at Jaehee she could tell that she had a fever, and a high one at that
  • “Don’t move, Jaehee, I’m going to help you call in sick, you can’t go to work today”
  • “But Mr. Han will-”
  • “I’ll talk to Jumin, now sit still while I get you some meds, don’t even think of leaving the bed.”
  • MC sounded like a nurse taking care of a difficult patient 
  • with that, Jaehee fell asleep
  • when she woke up, she saw MC bringing in a IV drip
  • “MC! What is that?!”
  • she did not like the fact that there was fluid being injected into her 
  • “My personal IV drip, all doctors at my hospital have a mini one in case of sudden emergencies.”
  • MC was… a doctor?


  • he had a horrible day at work, and the last thing he needed was for someone to lecture him
  • yet, there he was being scolded by MC for not eating his lunch
  • she just kept talking and talking and oh my God he was getting real pissed 
  • “You know MC, it’s not your business whether or not I eat. My body belongs to me so you don’t need to worry over it. Just take care of yourself first!” he threw his wine glass to the floor
  • as the delicate glass shattered, some bounced back and scraped his arm
  • the pain brought back his composure and he reached for his phone to call his personal doctor 
  • “What do you think you’re doing?! God, Jumin, put your phone down and sit. Don’t move.”
  • MC came back with her work bag and started pulling out a whole bunch of stuff
  • disinfectants, gauze, surgical equipment, etc. 
  • why did she have all this? 
  • “Who do you think you were gonna call?”
  • “My doctor…”
  • “What kind of stupid idiot calls a doctor when there’s one right here?”
  • one right here? 
  • “MC, you’re a doctor?”
  • MC looked at him in disbelief “Uh yea, thought you knew. Anyway stop moving, I need to clean your wound.”
  • oopsie that was embarrassing


  • he was sure he knew everything about MC and MC was sure of it too
  • but apparently there was one thing the didn’t know
  • MC came home late every day and Seven didn’t understand why
  • he assumed she had a regular office job but what was with the irregular work hours? 
  • sometimes she’d leave in the middle of the night and sometimes she wouldn’t even come home until the sun rose
  • and man did she look dead inside out
  • “MC, why do you always come home so late?”
  • “Because of my job.”
  • “What job has such odd hours? Are you secretly a hacker or something?”
  • “I’m a doctor, Seven, you know the ones who save lives? That’s why I’m on call 24/7.”
  • ohh 
  • “How did I not know of this?!”
  • “I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the hacker here.”
  • “Wait so you can do first aid and all that too?”
  • “Yes, Seven.”
  • “Okay then can you do first aid on my shin? I bumped it this morning. I’m sure as a professional you know that kisses heal all boo-boos”
  • still the same old seven =_=


  • he was minding his own business you know probably sharpening knifes lol 
  • and bam! he cuts himself 
  • eh, pretty normal for him so he just throws paper towel over it to clot the blood
  • MC starts screaming 
  • “What?” he loosely throws away the towel 
  • MC runs over, grabs his arm, sits his ass down and pulls out a ridiculously large bag
  • she rips out just about a million tools and starting disinfecting his cut 
  • all was good until she pulls out a needle
  • he pulls away his hand roughly and it starts to bleed again
  • “I need to numb your hand or when I use this thread it will hurt a lot”
  • “NO”
  • so MC proceeded her surgical procedure with no numbing and he had a surprisingly high pain tolerance 
  • “MC, why do you have all this stuff anyway?”
  • “Because I’m a doctor you little poop, and that cut you had would NEVER heal itself properly without medical attention.”
  • “Then can you check my other cuts? ”
  • “SAERAN”
  • he laughed at her reaction but enjoyed MC’s very extensive body check up ;)


  • he sorta knew what job MC had given her irregular hours and the constant research she had to do
  • she was some sort of medical personnel but he didn’t know which 
  • all of a sudden, one day, MC woke him up and dragged him into her car
  • “Where are we going?“ 
  • “To the hospital.”
  • “What? Why? Don’t you have work today?’
  • “That is where I work, and today you’re part of it.”
  • it wasn’t until the nurse told him to rest on a bed wearing nothing but a hospital robe did he realize that he was going in for surgery
  • SURGERY???? 
  • he got pushed into the surgical room and he felt the presence of about 4 people
  • “We’re about to start a cornea transplant surgery. It will be over in about 3 hours, Mr. Kim. Today we have 2 doctors including myself and 2 nurses to aid with this procedure.” her voice sounded mechanical, like she had said the same thing too many times 
  • but then she leaned in “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you can see the sun again.” she whispered into his left ear
  • MC had took his words seriously, he only said he wished he could see the sun a one time… 

hhahha oops idk if you can call these HC’s they’re almost like scenarios (sorry ><)

~Cherry L.

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Long and Rewarding Journey

A/N: Here is the other anon request! This one I have seen other writers do - and do well, so I tried my best to fulfill the request in my own way. However, it may sound similar to other things you’ve read. Rest assured, no one was copied in the process of this fic. LOL 

This one was a Spencer x Reader where they have trouble conceiving, but eventually end up doing just that! I hope you enjoy! Feel free to keep the requests coming, I love it!


After nearly eight months of trying, you and Spencer decided to make a trip to the doctor to find out what was wrong. You had been married for almost three years and desperately wanted to add to your family. Spencer was so good with children and you had dreamt of being a mother since you were a young child yourself. You both took the necessary tests, and weeks later you both sat in the doctor’s office. Your heart was in your throat. You looked toward your husband, whose brows were scrunched up; he was thinking a thousand miles a minute and trying to keep his face blank - not giving away the desperation he was feeling inside.

You felt your insides churn and your heart nearly explode when the doctor came into the room and sat at his desk. Every sound was a thousand times louder than it should have been. “Mrs. Reid,” she said steadily, giving no indication of your prognosis, “have you heard of endometriosis?”

You had. Quite a few of your friends had it, very badly in fact. Intense pelvic pain, especially around their periods, but you didn’t have any of that. “Is that what I have?” you asked incredulously, “But I don’t have any pain. No pain during my period, no period during sex, nothing.” You intertwined your fingers with Spencer’s, grabbing as tightly as you could, but not looking his way.

“It’s actually fairly common in up to 25% of cases for a women to show no outward symptoms,” Dr. Boucher spoke fixedly, as if this wasn’t crushing your very soul, as if she did this all the time - when you thought about it, she probably did. “You don’t have a severe case,” she continued reassuringly, undoubtedly noticing the well of tears that were about to spring forth from your eyes.

You tried your hardest to stave off the tears, but one by one they fell, warm and wet against the fabric of your shirt, and when you felt Spencer rub one tear away with his forefinger, they fell all at once. “Baby,” he whispered, “everything is going to be okay.” His warm brown eyes melted - seeing you so distraught hurt him more than the news you’d both received.

Dr. Boucher spoke up again encouragingly, “Since your case isn’t as severe as most, infertility seems to be the only symptom, but it is still possible for you to conceive. It just may be a little harder than normal. And, of course, I always ask my patients to keep their options open. You still have the option of surrogacy, IVF can definitely help, and there is always adoption.”

You and Spencer had discussed this before, in the event you couldn’t have children. You were both the type to plan ahead and think through all the possibilities. “Well,” you choked slightly, feeling Spencer tighten his grip on your hand, “we have discussed options and we both feel that surrogacy would be too hard for both of us and IVF is a possibility, but it’s very expensive, with no guarantee, so in the event we can’t conceive we’d definitely adopt.”

The doctor smiled thankfully. With how many times she had to give this prognosis to a couple, she was glad that although the immediate reaction had been severe, these two seemed to have a plan - and a good one too. “That sounds like a plan,” she said, reaching across the desk to grab both of your hands. “And remember, you have a slight case, so if you continue to have regular intercourse, there is still a possibility you can have biological children.”

With that, she strode out of the office confident that despite the prognosis, the young couple would soon have the family they always wanted.


On the way home from the doctor’s office, both you and Spencer had decided that in the event you could never have children, you would adopt, preferably from India. You’d always wanted to adopt from India and there was no doubt a little bundle of joy that could use a home. The process could take years and years to complete. If you were lucky, it was closer to three or four, but whatever it took, you and Spencer wanted to give a child a home.

You were still shaken by the news, obviously, but you were both confident in your decision. You already had an adoption agency in mind (even before you went to the doctor) and would begin the process within the next week. You and Spencer loved each other so much, and were very much attracted to each other, but in the growing months of desperation, your lovemaking had become more and more clinical - on a schedule, which definitely made things a little less sexy and romantic.

Spencer was holding you in the middle of your living room, swaying slowly back and forth, when you looked up at him and smiled. “We are gonna be parents one day, babe,” you smiled, “the process is gonna be a pain in the ass, but at the end of it we’ll have a beautiful baby.”

“Yea, we are,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. He glided his hands under your shirt and lifted it over your head, continuing a trail of kisses from your neck to your chest. He peppered your face with kiss after kiss - the sadness at the news, desperation of the last few months, and happiness at your new path, drove you both. Resting his head against yours, he breathed, “Just for us, tonight, okay?”

You shook your head and took his lips in yours, slowly walking back to the bedroom. You undressed each other, desperate to let go of all of the bullshit of the last year or so, when you tripped back and fell on the bed, bringing Spencer crashing down on top of you. 

“Ha!” you exclaimed, as Spencer shook laughing against your neck. “I love you so much, Y/N, you know that right?” he asked, taking your lips for yet another kiss.

You reached between you both, placing his length at your entrance. As he pushed forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck, lightly grazing his back with your fingernails. “Yea, I do, Spence,” you replied, “I love you too - and we’re gonna be okay.”


Nearly two and a half months had passed since you and Spencer had gotten the news of your endometriosis. Although it was possible that you would never have children biologically, that was not the only option in the world - and you and Spencer were much more at ease than you had been previously. You had been much more connected, both emotionally and physically, without the constant scheduling. You had contacted Holt International, an Indian adoption agency, and had been approved to adopt. Now it was about finding a child and starting the exhaustive process of travel, fees, documentation and the like. But within a couple of years, you and your husband would be parents.

After a few days off, you had both returned to work; you to the university and he to the FBI. Recently, you hadn’t been feeling well, you were always tired - even more tired than usual. On top of that, you were congested nearly 24/7 and occasionally got lightheaded. It was nothing you couldn’t handle, but Spencer had begged you to go to the doctor and find out if it was anything to worry about. 

“With all that’s happened lately, please just do this for me, Y/N,” he asked, before heading out the door for work. “I just want to make sure the mother of my future child is healthy.”

You smiled warmly, loving the use of ‘mother of his child’ and how easily it rolled off his tongue. “Ok, honey, I’ll make an appointment after class today,” you said, giving him a kiss goodbye.

“Thank you,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you later, love.”


After class, you headed to your primary care doctor who couldn’t seem to find anything wrong with you. However, he suggested going to your gynecologist to see if your symptoms were stemming from the endometriosis, as that was a possibility.

Now, you were sitting in Dr. Boucher’s office, with her departing just minutes beforehand.

There was no fucking way. It was just…not possible.

You hesitatingly dialed your husband’s phone number, unsure of how to tell him how your appointment went.

After two rings, he answered, “Hey, Y/N, did you go to the doctor?” he asked seriously.

“Uhhh…yea…” you breathed, your heart in your chest, “I went to the primary care and he sent me to Dr. Boucher.”

“And?” he asked again, the tightness in his voice evident. “How did everything go? Is it the endometriosis? What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?” He was nervous, but you had to find your voice.

You really had no idea how to say it so you just blurted, “Spencer, I’m pregnant.”

There was a slight pause on the other side of the line, “Spencer, did you hear me? I’m pregnant!”

You heard him sniffle through the phone, “Seriously, Y/N?” He was crying, and your heart swelled.

“Yea, babe,” you said, fighting against the lump forming in your throat, “there’s something else though.”
A newly formed sense of dread materialized in his voice, “What is it? Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” you said reassuringly, “Dr. Boucher said she wants to keep on eye on me because of my condition, but both heartbeats are good.” You wondered if he’d caught your every word.

Another pause filled the line, before he screamed, “WHAT?!” You could hear his teammates on the other side of the line, curious as to what was wrong.

As if from a distance, you heard his voice, “Y/N is pregnant with twins! I’m gonna be a daddy three times over!…FUCK!” You laughed. You were simultaneously happy, scared, and about to vomit. It was a weird feeling, so you knew how he felt. “You still want to adopt right, Y/N?” he asked, as if it wasn’t even a question. 

“If you’re still comfortable with it. Being a father of three within like…three years, then absolutely,” you spoke, looking down at your stomach.

You could hear him running through the conference room, waves of congratulations making their way through the phone from his colleagues. “Oh my god!” he yelled.


Five years later, everything and nothing had changed. You and Spencer were still very much in love and you still held the same jobs, though the schedules changed to accommodate your new lives. However, if it were possible, you were even more tired, the house looked like a tornado hit it, and you didn’t only have yourselves to look after anymore.

Seven months after finding out about your pregnancy, Spencer Derek Reid and Illaria Jennifer Reid made their way into the world at about 5.5 pounds each. Although the pregnancy had been hard, and there had been numerous scares along the way, they were healthy - and everything you could’ve asked for. 

With two newborns at home, you and Spencer thought it best to adopt an older child - plus, older children were less likely to be adopted and you wanted to open your home. Nearly a year after the twins were born, you received another blessing, four-year-old Asha Pari Reid, and your family was complete. When you found Asha, Spencer pointed out that the name stood for hope, and you knew it was meant to be. Finally, after five long years, and about 30 minutes of trying to get the kids to bed, you grabbed your beautiful family photo, wondering how you’d ended up here. You were in the arms of the man you loved, who was father to your three beautiful children and you couldn’t imagine feeling any more complete.

As if on queue, Spencer tangled his hand in your hair and whispered in your ear, “We have the most beautiful family, Y/N. Everything turned out the way it was supposed to.”

Safe...(Shawn Mendes Light Smut)

Can you do a shawn imagine where your on his tour bus cuddling and he kisses you and it gets heated and then his mom comes in and gives you “the talk”


Your POV:

It was late afternoon and you were cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend, Shawn. You were visiting him on tour, thus meaning you were in his tour bus, spending a few moments alone before he left to do one last run through before it was time for him to perform.

You hadn’t seen Shawn for a few months now and it was getting to you. So when you just about had enough, Shawn suggested you come visit him for a while, to take your mind off of missing him so much.

You buried yourself in blankets and most importantly, Shawn’s arms. Even though you weren’t doing much, it still felt ten trillion times better than it did when you were apart. He kissed the top of your head softly making you look up at him.

He smiled down at you and you returned the gesture.

“I love you.” He cooed.

“I love you too.” You replied pecking his nose.

Shawn pecked your nose back and then pecked your cheek. You returned the gesture and kissed the side of his mouth.

Shawn smirked and kissed you on the lips. You smiled into the kiss making you break apart.

“How’d I know you were going to do that?” You questioned.

“Because you know me.” He replied kissing you again with full force.

You kissed him back. Your lips melting into his.

Shawn deepened the kiss, biting your lip and then licking it for entrance. You obliged and allowed his tongue to enter your mouth. You rose your hands to play with his hair as Shawn gently pushed you backwards and crawled on top of you.

Shawn moved his lips to your neck and began to kiss it softly. You let out a soft moan and gripped his arm. Shawn sucked the skin between his teeth and nibbled on it lightly, probably leaving a mark.

Shawn licked over the spot and sat up slightly to admire his work. He smirked at you.

“Looks pretty nice if I do say so myself.” He said.

You rolled your eyes and pulled him back down to kiss you.

Shawn tugged on your shirt indicating he wanted you to take it off. He flipped you over so he was sitting up right and you were straddling him. You took off your t-shirt and threw it on the floor. He smiled at you and kissed you again.

You both were so distracted by the kiss, that you didn’t hear Shawn’s mother, Karen, enter the tour bus.

“Ahem.” She called out, instantly grasping the both of your attention.

You jumped apart, almost falling on the floor.

You retrieved your shirt and put it on quickly. You returned to your original spot next to Shawn, hiding your face of embarrassment with your blanket.

“Uh hey mom.” Shawn greeted nervously.

“Hello.” She greeted back. Her tone almost monotonous.

“And hello to you to Y/N.” She said.

You revealed your face and looked up at her sheepishly. “Hai (A/N: This is the way I spell it) Mrs. Mendes.”

“You guys wanna explain to me what you were doing before I walked in here?” She questioned.

You looked over at Shawn and he looked at you before he busted out laughing, making you grin.

“No mom, I really don’t.” He replied.

Karen just smiled and pulled over a chair. “I guess it’s time I give you guys the talk. The real talk.”

“Ugh please no mom. I think we’re well aware of how this works.” Shawn complained.

“You got a condom?” She asked.


“What it’s just a question.” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You couldn’t help but smile at how a situation turned awkward had become a situation turned awkward turned embarrassing and slightly hilarious. (A/N: Sorry if that confused you lol.)

“Just listen to me real quick. Look, to be completely honest, I really wouldn’t go pokin’ until the ‘I do’ is spoken.” (A/N: This is a reference to JB on SNL. Search it up, it’s hilarious.)

Shawn groaned causing you to laugh.

“And you young lady,” Shawn’s mom turned to you, “I wouldn’t do that thang until you go that rang.” (A/N: This is yet another reference to the same skit as the other one from JB on SNL.)

You smiled at her and giggled.

“But seriously, I’m not going to tell you guys what to do and/or how to live your lives. But just make sure that you’re careful and you really do care for one another if anything were to happen, if you know what I mean.” She started.

“Also remember not to stick it anywhere it probably shouldn’t go because a lot of bad things can happen, Shawn. And Y/N remember to pee afterwards. Oh and don’t forget to use really strong condoms, you don’t want them to break.”

“Okay mom that’s enough, I think we’re educated enough.” Shawn complained.

“I’m just making sure you guys stay safe.” She said.

“Yes and we appreciate it, don’t we Shawn?” You questioned.

He looked at you dreadfully making you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Yes, yes we do.” He agreed still looking at you.

You turned to Shawn’s mom and smiled. She smiled back before getting the hint and stood up.

“Well alright, I guess I’ll be going now. Be safe you two!” She cheered before exiting.

I heard something hit the floor and I noticed Karen had dropped a blue packet.

Shawn went over and retrieved the packet. “Well what do you know? It’s a condom.”

I laughed and took the packet from him. “Gotta remember to be safe.” I teased.

Shawn groaned again and fell on the couch. I pecked his lips and walked to the bedroom.

“Hey where ya going?” He called out.

“Where we should’ve started and finished in the first place.” I replied holding up the packet.

Shawn smiled at me as he made his way over to me. He kissed me hard and grabbed my waist pushing me further into the room, slamming the door behind him to pick up on our unfinished business.

A/N: Heyoooooooooo, second imagine of the day. This one was pretty fun to write. Special thanks to the anon that requested and everyone who read. I really hope you enjoyed this. I don’t really have much else to say sooo…until next time! I less than three you all! ~Y.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I was wondering if you could please explain goblin ep 16 timeline, it got a bit confusing towards the end for me. Thanks ❤️

No problem Anon! ^^ It did get a little confusing in the last 10-15 minutes. 

I hope you understand the beginning of episode 16: Shin proposed to Eun-Tak, Eun-Tak reunited with her ghost friends, and Shin got ‘jealous’ so he quickly sped up the marriage (lmao). It was also the last time we saw Deok-Hwa as he had a very touching conversation with CEO Kim about growing up and adulthood. Sunny submitted her goodbye to Eun-Tak’s radio show and GR found her at the bridge… where they first met and where they separated… exactly what a bridge symbolizes: life & death, new beginnings & separation, challenges & success. GR was depressed, but he couldn’t do anything about it, because it wasn’t meant for them to be together in this lifetime due to him being a grim reaper and Sunny making the decision of moving on; while Shin tried to cheer him up (he cut the apples into bunnies T.T like GR did for DH). Eun-Tak’s Aunt was finally able to go to the afterlife with the help of her longtime ghost friend (this was really touching and sad T.T) and Eun-Tak still thanked her Aunt for raising her (Eun-Tak is such a wonderful person). As a wedding gift for Eun-Tak, GR gave her a bouquet of Buckwheat flowers while Eun-Tak also told GR her philosophy on life, “To live each day as if it were your last.” Shin and Eun-Tak got married!!! They celebrated with their friends while almost giving CEO Kim a heart attack, lol. But their happiness was short-lived as Eun-Tak sacrificed herself to save the children on the bus. Eun-Tak promised Shin that she will return and she will find him… so he must promise her to live his life well and wait for her. 

So here’s the first time skip: Shin was trying to live his life well a year after Eun-Tak’s death (shown by the 4 seasons changing) even though everywhere he went it reminded him of Eun-Tak, then 30 years later… 

GR was released of his duty as a grim reaper and received his last job: Sunny. Thanks to @iroasenai’s translation, Sunny died of sickness at at the age of 68 and was greeted by GR where they finally made amends (him giving her the ring). Shin didn’t come inside to say goodbye to her because, once again, his sister chose Wang Yeo/GR over him, but he was content to see her happy, even in death, with her lover. 

Here’s the second time skip: another 30-40 years later… (totaling about 60-70 years after Eun-Tak’s death) 

Mr. Kim (sandwich guy) helped Shin by giving him advice to stay strong (read here for my theory on Mr. Kim) while in return, Shin pointed him in the direction to help Chairman Kim with his broken car (Chairman Kim looks about in his 90′s considering a total of 60 years have passed). Since he is now referred to as Chairman instead of CEO… perhaps this suggests that DH has taken over the company now? I’m not too well versed in company hierarchy. That’s when Shin saw the reincarnated Sunny and Wang Yeo (in about their 30′s); this suggests that Wang Yeo and Sunny were reincarnated immediately after their deaths. Then Shin moved to Canada where he finally met a reincarnated high schooler Eun-Tak who was on a field trip from Korea. This suggests that Eun-Tak purposely came on this trip to find him because Shin was no longer living in Korea and the only other place he’d be at was Canada. Eun-Tak looked around the same age as when she first met Shin – 19 years old. So the reason why she probably couldn’t find Shin immediately was because she was most likely born during the 20 year span in which Shin moved to Canada and she had to wait until she was of legal age to get a passport. Why didn’t she just summon him?? Because she promised to be the one who would come to him this time… not him coming to her even if it meant having to wait a while longer for them to reunite. Also, I think them reuniting in Canada makes sense because Canada is a land of openness and acceptance which shows that, no matter what age or time they reunite, they will love each other for who they are. 

I hope this helps you a little bit to follow the time skips of the last 10-15 minutes! ^^ I hope you enjoyed Goblin as much as I did :D

Originally posted by sharingsilence

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So I decided to lump these requests into one LONG ASS jimin scenario because I thought they could all fit into one and if I did do them seperately, they would all have the same outcome anyway. So, I hope you enjoy.

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Request 1 from anonymous: Hai! I’m The Anon That Requested “Secretly” Lol Can’t Stop reading It! can I Get A Fluffy Jimin first Kiss One Shot? Thanks Admin Kitty! -Minnie Anon

Request 2 from missraion: Hi! I love your blog, all the admins are doing a great job! :) Could I request something? A Jimin x reader. You (reader) are in class at school, bored and tired, and Jimin and BTS do a surprise: they all come at school and in the middle of the lesson come to pick you up! Bonus points if one of the members had the idea to record it… But if it’s too complicated a simple fluffy Jimin x reader would be perfect ^^“

Request 3 from anonymous: Cute/funny drabble on whatever situation where you end up having to kiss jiminie’s abs. OTL *giyoon

Request 4 from anonymous: Can I request a BTS scenario of Jhope saw his younger sister kiss his boyfriend who is his own member, Jimin. Thanks a lot. I love your blog ^^

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anonymous asked:

How would the RFA members react to MC being a dance teacher/musical choreographer, specifically for young kids? (For dance teacher I was thinking either ballet or contemporary, but whatever works for you is fine :3)

<of course anon!! i know absolutely nothing about dance, i chose soccer over dance when i was younger, but i always love to learn new things!! if i get something wrong, let me know!! hope you enjoy!!>


  • As soon as he found out he asked you to dance for him
  • “If you really wanna see, why don’t you come to class with me?”
  • He instant jumped up and dragged you out the door to go to the studio
  • He sat in the corner and waited for your class to begin
  • You needed to change into your leotard, putting your normal baggy t-shirt overtop of it before slipping off your shoes
  • His jaw dropped when you walked out looking like that, he had never seen you look like that before
  • He watched you stretch as your students walked in
  • “Alright everyone, today we’re going to practice for our recital coming up, please keep with the tempo of the song, that’s something we struggled with last week okay?”
  • He noticed your energy around kids and how they consumed your positive vibe, transforming the before empty and eerie dance studio into a happy and warm place to be
  • You turned on the song All I Want by Echos, all the kids scattered into their positions
  • You stood to the side, doing the dance along with them, but mostly paying attention to them dancing, seeing where to pause and go back to when they finish their run through
  • Yoosung sat and admired your focus on them and the dance, how you followed along in small gestures and then went back and showed them how to the move properly
  • He just sat there with his eyes full of curiosity, a few of your students went up to talk to him during the 15 minute water break you had given them before their second half hour of class
  • “Sir, are you that Yoosung boy Miss MC is always talking about?”
  • He blushed, saying yes
  • The students seemed interested in him, as you stood back and smiled watching how good he was with kids
  • After class, he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck
  • “MC, I never knew you could dance like that!!”
  • “And I never knew how good you were with kids!!”
  • You both went home that night looking like blushing messes, but it was out of pure love so you were alright with the looks you were receiving

Jaehee Kang:

  • Little did you know she took ballet at a young age too
  • So when you revealed to her that you were a ballet teacher, she instantly smiled and asked to come to class with you
  • “Of course, Jaehee, I didn’t think you’d be interested in dance though.”
  • She was intrigued to see you in your practice leotard with your ballet slippers on, luckily she had sneaked into the changing room to grab a spare pair in case she felt like joining in
  • As your students filled in the room, she smiled watching you warmly greet every single one of them
  • “Alright guys, I’m going to teach you today how to put the moves we’ve been practicing to the music, try your best to keep up with the music and my movements, and stop me if I’m going too fast for you alright?”
  • Jaehee watched as you put on Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer, she knew it was one of your favorite songs since you talked about it all last week
  • She admired all of your moves, how gracefully you danced
  • …until you did your arabesque a little wrong
  • “MC, I actually believe an arabesque looks like this…”
  • You were shocked at how beautifully she danced
  • She continued dancing with you and your students, helping you out every so often
  • “Jaehee, this was our best rehearsal yet, you need to come to the others!!”
  • “I don’t know about that, MC…”
  • “Pleasseeeeee?~”
  • “Alright, but only for you.”
  • She became a ballet teacher right besides you from that point forward, and your class was the best ballet group in the area


  • He walked in on you dancing around the house, counting the bests to the song you had on the background
  • “MC, what are you up to eh?”
  • “Oh, hey Zen. Just practicing for a musical rehearsal I’ve got tonight.”
  • “You’re doing a musical to?!?”
  • “I’m just the choreographer, silly, it’s for a middle school around the corner.”
  • He sat and watched you practice, enjoying the way you put emotions into your dancing
  • “Can I go with you to rehearsal?”
  • “Of course, no need to ask!”
  • He learned on the way that they were doing a production of Suessical the Musical, finding it adorable
  • Once you both walked in, Zen headed to the seats to leave you to your thing
  • “Hello guys! Nice to be with you all again tonight, I’ll be working with just the Who’s, Mr Mayor, Mrs Mayor, Jojo, the Cat, the Grinch, and Horton for the choreography to Here on Who, so if you aren’t in any of those groups you’re gonna go down into the music room and learn some new songs. Let’s get on stage everyone!”  
  • Zen watched with admiration towards how you moved and so easily taught fussy children
  • “Hey Zen, think you can come up here and help me for a moment?”
  • The kids were shocked, they had seen Zen in previous musicals and were his fans
  • He came up and you showed him the move you wanted him to show one half of the group, as you taught the other side
  • You wound up teaming up for the rest of the night, Zen having the time of his life
  • “That was so much fun, MC, I think I’ll join you for the next one.”
  • “Good, I’ll need your help with it! You were awesome up there with all the kids, they loved you!”
  • “Hah, it’s just a natural thing I guess. Let’s go home and practice some more, alright?”

Jumin Han:

  • He walked in from work to see you standing in the living room with your hair pulled in a tight bun, ballet slippers laced on your feet, along with a baggy t-shirt placed over your leotard
  • “And where are you headed to, MC?”
  • “Oh, just ballet practice, wanna tag along?”
  • He did, but he wasn’t expecting to walk into a room filled of young kids
  • He took your bags and placed them in the office where you and the other teachers had their things
  • Tonight it was only you teaching your solo class, so he could keep his focus on you
  • “Alright everyone, let’s take this from the top, along with the music okay? You’re doing awesome so far tonight, we’re moving so fast!”
  • He watched as you turned on Make You Feel My Love by Adele, he recognized it instantly as it was the song you two were planning on slow dancing together to during your wedding
  • The thought made him smile, as he watched you dance around to the song that held such a strong meaning to the both of you
  • He talked to the kids after the class, making you smile to see how beautifully he handled the kids
  • “Liked my song choice, eh?”
  • “Of course, MC, is that why you chose it, since it’s our song?”
  • “Yes, the dance is a way for me to show my love you in ways that I can’t express with words, Jumin. So having the ability to teach kids how to dance to a song that means so much to me…is truly amazing, isn’t it?”
  • He smiled and embraced you in a hug that you weren’t expecting
  • “Yes, it is. Now let’s head home, shall we MC?”


  • You laughed, following your boyfriend out of the studio to go home
  • You both were at the studio all day, Seven doing his work as you cleaning up around the place and rehearsed for…rehearsal
  • “What type of dance do you teach, MC?”
  • “Contemporary.”
  • “Ah, mind teaching me sometime?”
  • ….he was joking that night. You weren’t.
  • “Sev, here’s your things get changed for class.”
  • “WAIT WHAT?!?”
  • You laughed, as he changed into pants and shirt you bought for him
  • “…no shoes?”
  • “Nope.”
  • Then the kids came flooding in, saying their hellos to you and your boyfriend
  • “Alright guys tonight we’ve got my boyfriend, Luciel, joining us for class, so don’t laugh if he makes any mistakes. Actually…laugh. He’d like that.”
  • He chuckled, as all your students giggled and you smiled
  • You walked over to the stereo to turn on Kiss Me by Jason Walker, before you started to teach the dance routine
  • You and your students giggled a few times at Seven’s mistakes, but overall he did very well at keeping up and doing the moves correctly
  • Once all your students left, he came up and wrapped an arm around your waist
  • “That wasn’t so bad, was it Sev?”
  • “I’m out of breath, sweating, and won’t exercise for the next month because that was too much, but I enjoyed seeing you love what you were doing.”
  • “That’s very sweet of you Luciel.”
  • “Yep, now let’s get home, I’m starving for honey buddah chips!”
  • You laughed, following your boyfriend out of the studio to go home

<i hope you enjoyed anon!! Zen’s gave me a throw back to when i was in eighth grade, i did a performance in my middle school of suessical the musical lol! good times, good times. anyways, if i got anything wrong with this, once again, let me know and I’ll do a redo!!!>

He Takes Good Care of Me - Chapter 2

chapter one

Summary:  From having no friends and being ignored by students in his school, no one notices the marks on Phil’s face. Until Dan is moved to sit next to him in their Art class.

Word Count: 1.684k

A/N so thanks to the anon who reminded me to sort my ass out and finish this. honestly I’m really grateful for the messages and feedback because it remind me i actually need to write lol. anyways hope you enjoy and prompts are always open! 

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Waltz For the Moon

Pairings: Eren/Mikasa, Levi/Hanji,  & Armin/Annie, Shingeki no Kyojin

Summary: The whole town seems to be invited to a party hosted by a visiting wealthy man, which thrills Annie, Mikasa, Sasha, and Mina the daughters of a local middle class man and his wife. Yet as the night proceeds it’s Annie who enjoys herself at meeting the kind Mr. Arlert where Mikasa has the misfortune of being at the other end of Mr. Jaeger’s snide remarks, not leaving her with anything but distaste for the man.  

Rating: K+

Notes: This is for the anon who requested a Pride and Prejudice au! (and for @papanara ;3) It’s the first of a ten part story that will span over the classic story of learning that first impressions aren’t always what they seem. I was gonna do just a one shot but I really wanted to show that growth from hating each other to awkward blurtings of emotions to falling in love with someone. I did cut out a few characters and story lines to make it more condensed and focus mainly on Eren and Mikasa and how they grow and learn.  This first chapter is a little short since it’s technically just the prologue to set up family relations and first meetings. I hope you enjoy it all as much as I did writing it! Also it’s super strange writing them like this cause it feels so out of character, but like Elizabeth learns more about Darcy and the things he’s been through, Mikasa will learn the same about Eren (and that he’s actually a big awkward dork lol). The title is named from a song of the same title from Final Fantasy VIII.

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“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” –Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 1


It wasn’t the party that Mikasa loved. She could do without the music, the dancing, the socializing, and be perfectly fine at home reading a book by the fireplace. What she loved to see was the look in her sisters’ faces, and how happy being invited to parties where they got to dress up and enjoy themselves for the night made them. The smiles and the “pleased to meet you”s were worth it to Mikasa when her family was having a good time.

From her spot on the side of one of the biggest ballrooms she had ever seen in Shiganshina she could see Sasha and Mina the easiest. They were both chatting up a few of the male guests which was no surprise. Mina was batting her eyes and laughing at every single thing the men said; no really, every single thing. Mikasa wondered if Mina would ever get the notion that sometimes too much was way too much. Sasha was standing opposite the youngest of the girls and paying well enough attention. Sasha knew how to smooze the men, but she was far better at inching towards the food table to smooze there instead.

Mikasa chuckled to herself, glancing back around the nearly full room. Her aunt and uncle were the next easiest to find which was mainly because Levi looked like he wanted to be anywhere else including probably getting teeth pulled, while Hanji looked like she was in absolute bliss watching all the people dancing in front of her. She could dream but Mikasa doubted Hanji would ever get Levi on the dance floor.

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