this is what i do with my saturday mornings

170602 CH+ CHATROOM W/ SEOKJIN

> Hello
> It’s Jin
> What are you guys doing this Saturday morning?
> Jimin and Jungkook released their cover song. I heard that it’s good
> It’s my first time listening to it too
> Since it’s the week of FESTA
> I’ll tell you a good thing
> What’s a pigeons favorite number?
> It’s 9 (구 = gu)
> Gugugugugu gugugugugugugugugugugu (sound of a pigeon)
> Bye

trans: jhope-shi | do not repost without giving credit!

  • Ravenclaw: *wakes up in a cold sweat*
  • Ravenclaw: Oh shit I slept in!
  • Ravenclaw: *Remembers it's Saturday*
  • Ravenclaw: *immediately goes back to sleep*
Replica by Vivid Vega

I eat at the same restaurant every day for the past 2 years

I’ve heard people on their phones speaking about their passions and fears

I see a couple at table 3 that arrive every Saturday afternoon

Every time they leave I feel like they left too soon

I envy the way he puts his hand on her thigh

And how they look into each other’s eyes

I wish I had their life

I bet I’d make the perfect wife

But instead I’m in this table for one

And keep writing because I’ll never be done

It’s 1:04

They’re out the door

 

The next week comes by and its noon and then…

The perfect couple rolls up again!

At table 3 he pulls out her seat

And she elegantly places the napkin on her lap so neat

The server asks what they want to eat

They ask for a dessert and treat

She’s the perfect woman that I wish to be

But I’m invisible and no one ever notices me

It’s 12:55

They’re up to leave and get close to me as they pass by

 

It’s Saturday again and my hatred is growing stronger

It’s 12:01 and I don’t know if I can wait any longer

Than the golden couple comes in and sits at their usual table

And they look too perfect like their relationship is a fable

They begin to speak but I never heard what they said

I can feel the rush of my veins and my face gets red

It’s 1:09

They’re out after they drink their glass of wine

 

 

The next week approaches and I’m in the table I always sit

There’s a storm and the electricity goes out so there’s many candles lit

It’s 12:04

The couple of the year is just outside the door

I see them arrive with all their coats wet

They enter the restaurant but the weather made them upset

She gets up to hang her soaked coat and I bump into her purposely

But when she turned around I realized she looked like me

It’s 12:28

And they leave not finished with their plate

 

 

It’s next week and it’s 12:15

They aren’t anywhere to be seen

It’s 12:44

They haven’t stepped in the door….

It’s 1:02

I don’t know what to do!

They are not here

Where is the couple of the year?!!!


 

It’s 1:13

They still aren’t anywhere to be seen

I ask the server where the couple is from table 3

“What couple?” He asks me

I shout, “The ones that come every Saturday morning!!!!”

And he insists that there is no couple with a warning

I see blood on my hands and my shirt

But I do not feel hurt

Whose blood could this be?

But I have something more important on my mind to worry

 

 

So I grabbed the phone and yelled at the server to dial them

But he pushed me out the door… and I realized I was in an asylum

The guard holds me down, a needle goes into my skin as I shout

And everything goes dark and I blackout…

 

I wake up, how long has it been?

I try and get up but the room starts to spin

The doctor comes in

He says I’m finally making progress with a grin

I ask him what I’m doing in this place

And the smile gets off his face

 

It’s 11:17

I wish I could take back all the things I’ve seen…

I remember I was working on being a writer

But my dreams turned to ashes as if burned with a lighter

I worked hard and so did she

But she was always better than me…

 

 

It’s 11:26

I tell the doctor there’s nothing left to fix

I remember what I’ve done

I remember how my hatred won

 

 

It’s 11:53

I killed my twin sister in the name of jealousy

She had everything that I wanted

And I had their blood in my hands so she haunted

She came into my head and made me remember like a loon

What had happened to her and her husband at table 3 that Saturday at noon

She showed me the restaurant where I committed my crime

And she made me pay with the price of counting every minute of time

She plays the different days of my feeling of hate

And she’ll make me remember her fate

 

She replays the scenes like a movie in my head

And makes me go through them again and again……

 

It’s noon!

The couple of the year walks in

They laugh at table 3 with a grin

He caresses her hair and kisses her cheek

And their love makes me feel disgustingly weak

They are everything I want to be

But I’m invisible because no one ever notices me

I feel my hatred for them growing inside

But it’s 1:04 and they’re already outside


The next week comes and today is the day

The perfect couple will have their last things to say

It’s 12:04

I hear the tune in the restaurant but I am out by the door

I wait for the perfect couple as they step inside while I wait out with my knife

I go inside and I take their life

She screams I’m her twin and to please have a heart

But I can never be done with what I start

 


She whispers in my head that the memory is my punishment and there’s nowhere I can hide

So she keeps replaying these memories in my mind…

 

 


 

It’s noon……





Replica by Vivid Vega

saturday afternoon
we stand in topshop, trying to find a bikini for you to wear on holiday.
i try not to imagine you in it.
that would be wrong.


saturday evening
we lie on your bed, listening to dead people sing on your record player.
i try not to imagine what it would be like to kiss you.
that would be wrong.


saturday night
i drive home, your goodbye hug still lingering on my skin.
i try not to imagine what would have happened if i had held on a little longer.
that would be wrong.


sunday morning
my grandma always told me sunday was for repentance.
i try to repent, i swear i do.
i’m sorry for the dreams that will forever stay sealed in my mind.
they are wrong.

—  ode to my straight best friend
I crave a love so deep that when it touches my soul it rattles my bones and squeezes my chest.
I want love that makes me a morning person.
A love that makes me forget what sadness ever felt like specially on the days I think sadness is all i’ll ever be.
A love that even though they might forget our anniversary they will never forget where we first kissed.
A love that makes me excited for Friday and Saturday nights but makes me fall in love with Sunday and Monday mornings. 
I want a love that I could go to parties with and hold our laughs while we whisper silly jokes that have everything to do with our shared dark humor, like a secret no one else is in on.
I want a love that understands I’m messy, difficult, and that most of my mood swings come from hunger and exhaustion, while the others come from anxiety and insecurity. 
A love that makes me coffee in the morning, but they know that the way I like it is not 3 creams and 2 sugars like I tell everyone else when they take my order.
but what i really mean is that on the days i wake up a mess i want no creams and no sugars or that on the days i wake up and the sunshine seems to be beaming through my eyes; that day they know I want 3 creams all the sugars because i have this weird way of thinking that it’ll just make my day sweeter. 
A love that looks like its traveled through all the ages and time zones just to be together.
A love that makes us finally understand the true meaning of fate.
A love that makes it impossible to ever think that soulmates don’t exist.
A love where one day I’ll look into their eyes and become so overwhelmed with happiness all I  would do is break down because I never once for a moment thought this was possible. 
A love that makes me question if my own mother had felt love for me before. 
I want a love that reaches through my chest and squeezes my heart when I start to worry they will ever leave me. 
A love that on the days when I think that i am not worthy of love they’ll wrap me in their arms and hold me so tight that it makes me feel like a fool for ever thinking such things.
I crave a love so crazy, so pure, so genuine, so out of this world.
A love so deep it won’t be enough for us, making us spend the rest of our lives just going deeper.
—  Odett G.

anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA+V and Saeran reacting to MC sleeping in their clothes?

Hey there Anon~! This was so cute to write when I saw this I squealed. Hope you enjoy!♡

IMPORTANT PLEASE DON’T IGNORE!!!!!

There are a few quick things I need to discuss before I do this-

1. I changed my username from mysticdaddyimagines to what-a-mystic-mess please don’t get confused I’m still the same person

2. Posting schedule: Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays

3. Follow my Instagram and Wattpad!!!

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Will be posting these imagines on Wattpad as well


Yoosung

  • He was playing LOLOL all day and it was pretty cold in the small apartment so you decided to wear his signature blue hoodie
  • You fell asleep on the bed while he was still playing him not noticing you
  • It was around 2 in the morning when he quit and turned around and saw you sleeping in his hoodie
  • HE BLUSHED SO HARD
  • Also got a tiny nosebleed
  • When he went into bed to go cuddle with you, you woke up
  • “MC? Why are you wearing my hoodie?”
  • “Because it’s cold and it smells like you”
  • Cue this boy blushing harder than he already was
  • Wants you to wear his clothes more often because AWWWWWW
  • You both fell asleep in each other’s arms

Zen

  • He came home from rehearsals pretty late it was 11 pm
  • You had fell asleep in one of his black turtlenecks because it was extremely comfy and it smelled like him
  • You always missed him when he went off to rehearsals so you decided why not wear his clothes?
  • When he walked into the living room and saw you asleep on the couch with one of his musicals playing softly in the background
  • He tried so hard for The Beast™ to not unleash
  • He stood there for like 15 minutes just watching you sleep in his clothes and trying so hard to contain himself
  • He walked over to you and picked you up and headed into the bedroom
  • NO FRICKY-FRACKY TIME TONIGHT THO
  • He layed you down and got into bed with you
  • He cuddled you all night long sort of not enjoying not being able to smell your scent over his cologne

Jaehee

  • Jumin made her work very late tonight
  • He made her start researching something for a new cat project he made up
  • So when she came home and saw you in one of her night shirts BAEHEE WAS FEELING BUTTERFLIES
  • She changed and headed into bed with you but not being able to sleep because you were just too c u t e
  • Just lied there looking at you for a good 5 minutes at the least because she loved you so much
  • She finally hugged you and fell asleep in your tired embrace

Jumin

  • He had to do more work than he thought he needed to today
  • You fell asleep on the couch with Elizabeth the 3rd on your lap watching some sort of show
  • You were in one of his business shirts because he had no actual comfy clothes and he slept shirtless
  • It was a dress on you
  • When he walked in and saw you with Elizabeth in your lap and your mouth a little open his heart dropped
  • He was so in love with you
  • But got very confused when he saw you in one of his shirts?
  • (He was going to wear that shirt tomorrow)
  • He wakes you up and starts talking about how the shirt is too big and why you’re wearing it
  • “You were at work too long and I wanted something that smelled like you so I put this on”
  • Started asking why you didn’t just spray his cologne on your shirt
  • I don’t fucking know Jumin this just seemed better tf?
  • Also asks why you aren’t wearing your pajamas
  • “I wanted to wear these”
  • Calls up a fitter and starts making them take your measurements and making you knew pajamas that smell like him
  • It 1 in the morning what the actual fuck Jumin?

Saeyoung/707

  • Because of his job he doesn’t get to sleep very often
  • Also it was super hot in the house today for some reason so he took of his black and yellow hoodie
  • While he got up to get a new pack of HBC you snuck in and grabbed his jacket
  • You put it on and sort of fell asleep on your shared bed
  • So what if it was hot? You missed Seven’s cuddles
  • The jacket sort of smelled like stale HBC, PD.H Pepper, and a bit of his cologne but whatever
  • He walked back into his room and noticed his jacket was missing
  • Started a little search for God Seven’s special hoodie
  • When he made it to your bedroom and saw you sleeping
  • MAJOR NOSEBLEED
  • YOU LOOKED SO FLIPPING CUTE
  • YOU GOT LIKE x684115 CUTER HOW??????
  • Gave up his work and jumped into bed with you and was basically suffocating you in his cuddle
  • Sorry Vanderwood but Seven can’t help himself

V/Jihyun

  • He spends most of his days at home because he can’t go anywhere
  • He’s blind but not so blind that he can’t see fully
  • You started going through his wardrobe to see if there is anything you can wear of his
  • You saw one of his grey cardigans and put it on falling asleep on the bed a couple minutes later
  • Blue-haired boy started getting a little nervous because he couldn’t find you
  • You said you would be back because you were a bit cold and went to get a jacket
  • When you didn’t come back after 15 minutes he went looking for you around the house
  • He was being careful because he didn’t want to break anything in the house
  • He walked into the bedroom and saw you asleep cuddled into his cardigan
  • Saw you cuddled up in something and tried to see what it was better
  • Finally realized it’s one of his cardigans
  • He blushes so hard because you’re just so cute
  • Rika never did this with his clothes
  • Smiles and cuddles up with you in the bed loving how cute you are

Saeran

  • You saw one of his sweaters and you put it on because why the hell not?
  • You sat down on the couch and fell asleep watching a movie
  • Saeran walked into the room and saw you sleeping in what was that?
  • One of his sweaters?
  • Why MC?
  • He has to admit you did look cute in his clothes but why?
  • You were sleeping peacefully until you felt a poke in your side
  • You woke up to see Saeran hovering above you
  • “MC, can you take that off that’s mine”
  • You were confused but respected his wishes and took it off
  • He grabbed the sweater and said a quiet ‘thank you’ before walking off
  • What the hell just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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You're A Dog Person, Right? (Seth Clearwater)

“Please?” I pleaded.

“Y/N you know I would if I could, but I can’t.” Seth, my boyfriend, explained for about the thousandth time.

“Seth, why can’t you tell me?!” I asked, getting more irritated with his secrecy.

“It’s not my secret to tell, Y/N!” he said.

“Okay, you’re making no damn sense! If it has something to do with you, it is your damn secret to tell! Come on, Seth.” I begged one final time.

“Y/N, I just can’t.” he said with a sigh.

“I’m done with this shit, Seth. Both you and Leah started keeping some big ass secret that y'all don’t want to tell anybody and so, I’m done.” I said, pushing myself off of the Clearwater’s couch.

“Y/N, please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you.” Seth pleaded, grabbing my hand.

“We’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other, Seth. I haven’t ever kept anything from you, I expected the same.”

With that, I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door.

~

I stayed at home all weekend, not doing my traditional Saturday movie with Seth. I didn’t know if we were broken up or just in the middle of an argument or what, but it sucked.

One thing that did give me some happiness is that Seth didn’t give up. He was relentless. For the past two days, he had blown my phone up with texts and even more calls.

I heard a knock on my door while I was getting ready for school Monday morning.

I knew who it was before I got there but my heart still did a little leap when I opened the door and saw him again.

Even though he looked like shit.

“Y/N.” he said, taking me in.

Hell, I probably didn’t look too good either.

See, when I said that I was getting ready for school, I actually meant I was frantically looking for my last pair of black sweatpants and my hair hadn’t been properly combed/brushed in the past three days.

“Seth, its good to see you.” I said honestly.

“You too, baby.” he replied.

“Y/N, I’m ready to tell you.” he said, extending his hand out.

I took it without hesitation.

We hopped in his mom’s car and started back towards the reservation.

~

Seth led me to a patch of woods not far from Sam and Emily’s place.

He took my hands in his.

“I know this is unfair of me to ask, but please don’t freak out when everything is out in the open.” he laughed, nervously.

“Seth, come on. It can’t me that bad, can it?” I asked, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles.

“Well…..” he laughed.

“You’re a dog person, right, baby?” he asked, walking away from me.

I looked behind me to check to see if there was anybody to help my poor little Seth, because he had apparently lost it.

“I mean yes, but I don’t see how that has anything to -” I turned back to see a gigantic, sandy colored wolf in front of me.

“Oh, my holy shit!” I screamed.

And I guess the universe thought this was some low budget, horror movie shit because my dumbass literally tripped over my own damn feet.

The wolf didn’t try to pounce or attack or anything. He just looked at me.

Then he started backing up and retreated back into the woods. I took this time to run back to Emily and Sam’s. I ran into their house, where all of our friends were.

“Guys, I just saw this big ass wolf out in the woods. It was like, I don’t even fucking know! And, I don’t even know what the hell happened to Seth! I think it might’ve eaten his ass!” I explained, breathlessly.

Just then, Seth came running up to the house.

“Holy shit, Seth! I thought that thing ate you!” I told him as I forced him into the tightest hug I could give.

“Y/N, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.” he said, shuffling me back to look at me.

He took me out to the porch steps.

“Seth, that big ass wolf might come back.” I said, frantically looking over my shoulder.

“I don’t think it will.” he said, pulling me down to sit with him on the step.

“Baby, that wolf was actually me.” he said, completely serious.

"What?” I asked, I must’ve heard that wrong.

“I’m that wolf. I’m a werewolf or shapeshifter, if you will. All of us are: me, Leah, Paul, Jacob, Jared, Quil, Sam, all of us.“ he tried to explain.

"Seth, baby. What in the actual fuck are you talking about?” I asked, extremely worried about my boyfriend’s mental

Seth, with the help of Leah, explained everything to me and Leah assured me that the wolf today was in fact Seth.

"Holy, shit.” I said, exhausted from today’s event.

“I know it’s a lot to take in and I get if you just need some time or whatever you-,” he started.

“So, you, Seth Clearwater turn into a giant, vampire fighting, wolfie soldier at will?” I interrupted.

“And we’re kinda soulmates,” he laughed.

I sat there, in between the Clearwaters, who were werewolves, in front of a house full of werewolves.

“So, like, are you going let me ride on your back or what?”

so when it came time for all us ten year old boys to have a dick measuring contest we’d do it by way of bakugan, obviously, it being 2009ish, and there was always the one spoiled kid who’d pull this shit out of his backpack

strap that onto his wrist like it was a fuckin rolex and bust out his unbeatable deck full of cards that he got shipped in from china off eBay while the rest of us had to fucking check toyz R us every friday after school but they were always out of stock waiting for a new shipment except the shipments came in on saturday night when i had KARATE PRACTICE and my parents wouldnt take me after dinner so i had to wait until sunday morning and by then they were all gone but fucking NOAH still wanted to show off well fuck you NOAH! I have thousands of people on here who will listen to me trash talk you and where are you?! What are you doing?! You’re fucking nothing! You’re worthless NOAH

Anyway while i was googling that, i found this picture:

Kiss Me

Request: hiya !! i was wondering if you could do an imagine based off of the song “kiss me” by ed sheeran? maybe peter and the reader have been dating a while and are being all cuddly n stuff and he’s suddenly like “wow i’m so in love w u” and blurts it out or something idk?? lots of fluff and cuteness pls. thank you sm !! love your writing :))

A/N: I know I should be writing Dead Serious part 4 but I just got extreme block on that one so I figured i’d try and fill out some of my other requests. AND LMAO I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN A MILLION YEARS AND HERE I AM. NOT WRITING THE THINGS I SAID I WOULD WRITE. But yikes, sorry it’s short.

This is based off this Ed Sheeran song

Word count: 933

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

Honestly, Peter Parker was one of your favourite people. He WAS your favourite person.

He was also your boyfriend and the love of your life.

You and Peter were doing what you usually did on Saturday mornings, sit on the couch watching cartoons in your pjs.

Your parents would never let you spend the night so you would wake up early in the morning, usually before 6am, and make your way to Peter’s apartment.

As soon as you got there, you would let yourself in (with the extra key Peter gave you for events just like this) and crawl into bed with Peter.

This morning was no different.

You groaned when your alarm went off, boy did you love Peter but waking pat 5:30am every Saturday morning was a lot.

You rolled out of bed, grabbed your phone, and went to the bathroom.

You stood in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth. Your hair was sticking up every which way, and there were bags under your eyes.

“God, the things I do for you, Parker,” you muttered to yourself.

You grabbed your keys and marched out the door.

You shivered when you got to the streets. There was a light layer of snow coating the ground.

Damn, why do I never think to look out the window?

You wrapped your arms around you and trudged through the streets, your shoes making a crunching sound with each step.

It took you only five minutes (of complete and utter shivering) to reach Peter’s apartment building.

You looked at your watch, 5:50am, way too early, even if you were heading to see your boyfriend.

You slowly made your way up the stairs of Peter’s apartment building, pulling out the keys and made your best attempts to quietly open the front door.

You dropped the keys on the table and slipped your shoes off.

When you got to Peter’s bedroom, you opened the door and made sure the door didn’t make any noise when you closed it behind you.

Peter’s back was to you, he was on his side facing the wall.

You came up behind him, lifting the covers, and sliding in beside him.

You placed a kiss on the back of his neck, and wrapped your arms around him.

Peter stirred and rolled deeper into his pillow.

“Peter, baby,” you whispered.

Peter groaned into his pillow.

“No, Y/N, it’s too early,” he whined

“Baby,”

Peter rolled over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You moved your arm around Peter so you were tracing lines along his back. You moved your other hand up towards Peter’s head, running your fingers through his curls.

“You’re so cold,” he said, placing a kiss on your neck.

“It snowed,” you said

“And you walked here? Darling, you should have told me, I would have come to yours,”

“You know I love snow, it’s okay,”

Peter was silent, his breathing slowed.

“I need more sleep,” he said quietly.

“Let’s go back to sleep baby, please,” Peter continued.

You pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead and soon you were both lulled into a light sleep.

A few hours later you woke up in Peter’s arms, your legs tangled together.

“Baby are you awake?” Peter asked.

“Yes, love” you said

Peter leaned over and placed a light kiss on your lips.

“God, Peter, you have the worst morning breath,”

“No, you love me,” he said, kissing you again.

“I do love you, but I don’t love the taste you’re leaving on my lips,”

“But Y/N,” he whined.

“You want to kiss me, you can go brush your teeth,”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, climbing over you, making his way to the bathroom.

When Peter returned, you had moved to where he had been lying before she could easily climb back into bed with you.

Peter smiled when he saw you.

“Is that my sweater?” He asked.

“It was cold last night and this was the only thing I had lying around close enough so I didn’t have to get out of bed,”

Peter laughed and lied down next to you, bringing you back into his arms.

You were silent for a while, Peter running his hands through our hair.

“I can’t believe you get up at 5:30 in the morning just so you can see me,”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, I really only come for the pancakes May makes for breakfast,”

Peter laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m so in love with you,” he said softly.

You smiled and leaned further into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

“5am doesn’t matter to me all that much, i’d never sleep if it meant spending time with you,”


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He can't make you feel this way - Daveed Diggs Smut

Pairing:  Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warning:  smut and swearing i think

Requests: nope this idea just popped in my head

A/N:  sorry if this is really bad i’m writing this in a car to tennessee, also requests are opened and i’m going to be writing a lot so send them ! enjoy :)

It was a typical Saturday mid-morning and the entire cast was rehearsing for tonight’s show. I was one of the dancers thanks to my boyfriend’s role as Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson. We were running Yorktown when Andy rushed us, stopping us in the middle of the choreography. We all stood in place confused and breathing heavily from our intense dance.

“I hate to inform everyone that Jasmine won’t be with us for the rest of tour due an important family crisis.” He said obviously concerned and in stressed. 

“What are we going to do?” A dancer spoke up and a few voices spoke up in agreement.

“Glad you asked, well the show must go on so we need a replacement and this is why I stopped you guys because I wanted to ask (Y/N) if she’d be willing to take over as Peggy and Maria since I know you know the music for it.” He explained and my eyes went wide at the sudden offer. I nodded quickly and the rest of my friends began cheering at the sudden change in a more important role. Andy whisked me away and dragged me backstage to talk to me.

“We are going to need you and Lin to practice your scene of ‘say no to this’ and we need to run ‘the Schuyler sisters’ so you know the dance. Are you up for that?” He asked and I agreed excited beyond belief. Andy dismissed the rest of dancers and brought out Phillipa and Renee to teach me the choreography. 

It was an hour later when I finally understood all the placements for the character Peggy so I decided to go to my new dressing room and take a break. Once I stepped in I noticed how much bigger it was and I happily took advantage of the couch by throwing myself down on it and letting my muscles relax. It was only a couple minutes of lying down when a knock appeared at my door.

“Yes?” I called out not bothering to look up to see who had just entered the room.

“I got you some lunch.” A voice called which I quickly recognized as Daveed making me look over with raised eyebrows. A smile grew across my face as he strolled over with a brown paper bag in one hand and plastic to go cup of my fav drink. I sat up to let Daveed sit down next to me and I swung my legs over him as he pulled out a sandwich and handed it over to me.  

“You’re the best.” I grinned at him as I took a large bite out of the food. “I feel like actual death from learning all this stuff.” I groaned only earning a chuckle from Daveed.

“Are you done for today?” Daveed asked as he ate his own food.

“I wish, but I have to learn Maria’s song with Lin still and I have learned that pretty quickly for tonight.” I sighed in complete exhaustion and stress.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get it and you’re going to do great tonight and for the rest of the shows.” Daveed smiled sincerely as he rubbed my leg and I replied by pressing my lips to his in a sweet kiss. We both finished eating and I quickly returned to the stage where Andy was standing talking to Lin.

“Ah, there you are! I was about to come find you.” Andy exclaimed as I walked up to him. “I’m going to let you and Lin run this, basically when the ensemble sings ‘no to this’ you guys will need to have a short make out session and then when Lin comes to yell at you, you need to kneel down as if pleading to him and then you’ll have the chair scene. Basically, the choreography isn’t super strict and you guys can have fun with it.” He explained and I nodded relieved that it was only certain things to remember. Andy walked off and I turned to Lin.

“Can we save the kissing for tonight? Sorry but I’m very tired and I would just like to figure out the important dances.” I asked and Lin agreed with a grin. We ran through everything pretty quickly and it only a few run throughs before I felt confident in it. Afterward, there was still a couple hour before we had to get into costume so I decided it would be best if I took a nap in the dressing room.

I woke up to the annoying ring of my alarm and I rolled off the couch and sat up rubbing my eyes. There was a knock at the door and was soon opened by Marie who was going to be doing my hair, makeup, and costume. “Are you excited?” Marie asked as she started on a large amount of stage makeup.

“Yes, but also fairly nervous.” I shrugged and Marie nodded agreeing. The rest of the process to get ready was a comfortable silence for the most part until I was completely decked out in extravagant clothing and makeup and large hair. I quickly thanked Marie before leaving the dressing room and heading backstage to join everyone else. Daveed wrapped his arm around my waist and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Good luck tonight baby, you’re going to do great.” Daveed smiled down to me and Andy called for us to all take our places.

Daveed’s P.O.V 

I had just finish Yorktown and I hurriedly rushed off the stage to change my costume as Jefferson. I pulled the hair tie from the bun and let my curls stick out and I changed from my blue coat into a red and much more expensive looking jacket. I headed back and first spotted (Y/N) standing on the side of the stage in changed outfit as well. I placed my hand on the small of her back letting her know I was there. She turned around smiling and the joy in her eyes made my heart leap with happiness.

“How are you feeling?” I whispered in her ear. I smirked watching her lightly squirm at my touch.

“I’m giving 110%, I’m just hoping everyone is enjoying the show.” She said with furrowed brows and she looked out to see part of the crowd. Her caring personality is still one of my favorite things about her.

“Good luck, you’re up next.” (Y/N) winked at me as she adjusted my jacket and placed a light kiss on my lips as the final notes of Non-Stop played and I rushed out as ‘Burr’ announced me by singing “You simply must me Thomas, Thomas!”

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

What’d I miss, Cabinet Battle #1, and Take a Break went by quickly as my nerves began to get to me as my large scene came sooner than I expected. 

“There’s nothing like summer in the city.” Burr sang out. Lin sat down at the desk pretending to write.

“I hadn’t slept in a week I was weak…” He started and I adjusted my dress one last time before walking out into the light. 

“I know you are a man of honor…” I sang out to him as he walked over to me.

“So I offered her a loan, I offered to walk her home. She said:”

“You’re too kind, sir.” I sang out completing his sentence. 

“I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away, she lived a block away. She said:” 

“This one’s mine, sir.” I gestured to a non-existent house and we walked in that direction. 

“Then I said Well, I should head back home, she turned red, she led me to her bed, let her legs spread and said.”

“Stay?”

“Hey…”

“Hey?”

“That’s when I began to pray, Lord show me how to say no to this…” Lin called out while I sang out some backup vocals to the song, my heart was racing as I looked at the front row and saw how invested people were in the music.

“Then her mouth is on mine and I don’t say…”

“No! No!” The ensemble sang out as Lin turned to me and placed his lips to mine, creating a deep and lustful kiss for everyone to watch. I placed one hand on his bicep while my other hand rested on his chest, his hands ran up and down my back and we pulled away once the ensemble quieted down. Lin wide-eyed began to sing once again.

“I wish I could ay that was the last time, I said that last time. It became a pastime…”

Daveed’s P.O.V

My blood boiled watching Lin’s hands roamed around (Y/N)’s body. I clenched my teeth as my mind wandered to Lin doing more things to her.

“I hid the letter and I raced to her place, screamed how could you in her face, she said,”

“No, sir!” (Y/N) cried out on her knees pleading to him.

“Half dressed, apologetic, a mess…” Lin sang out again. They continued to sing out a few more verses until Lin sat down on the chair placed in the center of the stage and (Y/N) sat on his lap, leaning back into him as Lin’s hands went to rubbing one of her thighs and the other ghosting over her breasts. His nose was pressed up to her neck as the both of them sang and much to my relief the song finished and (Y/N) rushed off stage. Another song started up and I looked over to (Y/N) to see her breathing heavily.

“Did it look good?” She asked and I nodded, changing my view to the stage, quickly heading out when it was my signal.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

I furrowed my brows in confusion as Daveed went on stage without saying a single word.

The show finally finished and we all went out to give our final bows and met a few fans before we could finally go back to our rooms.

“Hey, Daveed, (Y/N) the whole cast is going out to dinner tonight! Care to join?” Lin asked and I happily accepted.

“Sure, we might be a little late though,” Daveed said and I looked up at him confused. Lin nodded and walked off. Daveed grabbed my hand and took me to his dressing room, locking it before looking at me, his look full of hunger. He quickly pulled me into a deep and rough kiss. Daveed roughly grabbed my thighs and pulled me up making me wrap my legs around his waist as he pushed me down onto the couch in his room.

“Daveed,” I moaned out softly as he began to kiss down my neck. I yelped as he let his teeth sink into my flesh, creating multiple marks down my neck. I pushed the jacket off his shoulders while Daveed unzipped the large dress. We both quickly undressed until we were stripped down to our underwear. Daveed attacked me again kissing down my stomach till he reaches my legs. He nipped at the inside of my thighs causing me to whimper out. Suddenly Daveed pushed two fingers into me making me yelp and arch my back, trying to get more friction. He curled his fingers and repeatedly thrust them as far as they could allow. 

“Daveed please, I need you.” I whined out and I could see him smirk at my words. Instead of replying he removed his fingers and filled me with his length making me moan from the satisfaction and the slight pain from the sudden action. Daveed wasted no time to being moving, easily finding my g-spot and making me groan in pleasure with each movement. Daveed placed his head in the crook of my neck, nipping and then soothing the bitten area by rubbing his tongue over the new bruise forming. I held a tight grip onto his hair while my other hand clawed down his back.

“I-I’m close,” I chocked out through moans as Daveed kept roughly thrusting in me and Daveed smiled in satisfaction.

“Let it go baby girl,” Daveed whispered in my ear and the feeling of his hot breath down my neck sent me over the edge as I moaned out loudly and came crashing down like a tsunami while Daveed kept going, his thrusts growing sloppy as I rode out my high he came down as well. Once we both finished he removed himself from me and collapsed on top of me and I ran a hand through his now sweaty hair gently.

“I bet Lin can’t make you feel like that,” Daveed chuckled as he pressed a kiss onto my forehead.

“Is this what this whole thing was about?” I asked concerned as I slid one of Daveeds shirts on in this room.

“I guess I got a little jealous when I saw you and him during Say no to this.” He admitted defeated as he sat up and began to put on a hoodie as well as some shorts.

“Babe, don’t ever worry about that. You are the only one I love like that, and you are definitely the only one who can make me feel like that.” I told him and his eyes lit up at my response.

“I love you too.” He said quietly as he kissed me again.

Beautiful (Beau Bennett)

I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it. 

Requests are OPEN!

Warnings: Nah

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A bright light was shining onto the closed eyes of the player laying on your medical table. His eyes, gorgeous blue ones (not that you noticed), fluttered open and you watched his pupils react to the brightness attacking them.

“Hi, Hun. Can you tell me what your name is?” You asked softly, still moving the pen back and forth.

“Beau…and your name must be Beautiful.”

“Cute,” You snapped the light off. “My name’s Y/N. What’s today’s date?”

“The day I met my future wife.” You gave him a bland expression and he smirked in response.

“I’m sure she’s a lucky lady. Date, Mr. Bennett?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” You fought a smile but felt your lips quirk up in the corners. “HA! I got you to smile.”

You scoffed and quickly recalled your neutral expression. “Let’s try that again…what is today’s date?”

“Oh, why didn’t you just ask that the first time?It’s February 2nd.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off before you could speak. “The year is 2017 and we are on the planet Earth.”

“Well I’d hate for you to think you were on Mars…glad you remembered the Earth part. Final question-”

He cut you off. “If it’s a proposal the answer is yes.”

You just looked at him. “What’s the last thing you remember doing?”

“Welllllll….I was flirting with the cute doctor lady…”

“Before you came back to consciousness.” You specified.

“I got flattened by somebody in a blue jersey.”

“Not too bad, Mr. Bennett. I’d say just a possible concussion. Are you familiar with in-game concussion procedure?”

He snorted. “You mean where I get locked in a dark room to contemplate my sins?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Once your timer is up I’ll come back and give you the final verdict.”

“Feel free to wear a sexy nurse outfit when you come back instead of the khakis. I won’t mind.” He called out.

“I’ll take it into consideration.” What a little punk, you thought as you turned off the lights and closed the door. Granted, he was a cute and really funny punk, but a punk nonetheless. You made your way over to the New Jersey bench and let his coach know what was happening.

You’d been the head team doctor for the St. Louis Blue’s for almost four years and with the organization since you’d won an internship through your college at age 18. So now, at the ripe old age of 24, you’d been with the team for six years. The team doctor you had trained under retired three months after you graduated, so the team offered you a position you hadn’t expected to earn until you were well into your 30s.


Opening the door after the 30 minutes had passed you heard his voice as soon as the light was flicked on.

“I’m disappointed. No sexy nurse outfit.” You rolled your eyes before turning to walk in his direction.

“I hope you contemplated your sin of lust during your timeout.”

“No such luck, Beautiful. I’m not lusting so much as planning for the future.” You gave another bland look and shined the light in his eyes. “Ow!” He protested. “Beautiful, your looks already blind me, no need to add the light.”

“Maybe one day your cliche lines will work for you.” Clicking the light off, you wrote down your results on the NHL medical report.

He was still sputtering. “Cliche?! Beautiful, those “lines” come from the bottom of my heart!”

“I’m sure.” You flashed a smile in his direction. “You check out though. No concussion. Just flat knocked out courtesy of Colton.”

“Parayko, hmm…..”He pondered for a minute. “Do you call all of your patients by their first name.” You blushed a little before defending yourself.

“Just the ones on my team.” You changed the subject. “If you hurry, you’ll be able to skate out with your team for the 3rd period. I’ll walk with you so I can tell Hynes that you’re cleared to play.”

“What’s the score?”

“2-1.”

“Is your team or mine winning?”

A bit of pride infused your tone. “Mine, of course.”

“Beautiful, what would you say about a wager?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’d say my name is Y/N…but continue.”

“If I score the GWG, you go on a date with me. And before you make excuses,” he said reaching over to close your mouth that had been open to protest. “We don’t fly out until Saturday morning. That gives us a full day to work with.”

“You do realize that your team needs to score two more goals?”

“Beautiful, I can do basic math. I know I just look like a pretty face…”

You flushed enough to match his jersey’s logo. “I didn’t…I meant that….FINE!!”

He smirked. “I’ll see you after the game so we can make plans then.” Another dazzling smile before he went into the locker room. You glared at the door before you stalked towards their bench to wait for their coach.




30 minutes later you stared in absolute disbelief as number eight in red streaked down the ice on a breakaway with less than a minute left in the game. The game had been tied less than a minute into the period and had remained that way. Until now, you thought, as the puck sailed into the back of the net, sealing their victory,

He shot you a blinding smile as he skated by your bench on the way to get fistbumps from his bench. Punk.

“Was that so bad?” Beau asked as he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He had taken you to one of your favorite restaurants in the city before the two of you spent the evening walking around the zoo. It had been beyond cliche. But you had truly had a fantastic time.

“I had a fantastic time.” You told him honestly as he buckled himself in. “Don’t get a big head or anything…but it was the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”

A slight red tinge came to his cheeks at the praise. “I’m glad you had a good time.” You made small talk as he drove back to your apartment. The conversation wasn’t forced and when you lapsed into silence, it was comfortable, not awkward. You turned to tell him goodbye as he pulled in front of your building, but he got out, too. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t see you to your front door?”

“A typical date?”

“Well, I’m not typical date.” When you reached your door he hesitated. “Would you consider going on another date? Seeing where this thing goes?” For the first time since you’d known him he looked nervous.

“Beau…” You bit your lip. “As much as I enjoyed this date…and I really, really did. And as much as I love talking with you…and again, I really, really do. I don’t want to pursue a long distance relationship.”

“I understand, Beautiful. I’m still allowed to snapchat and text you, right?”

You chuckled. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. If you’re feeling super risky…you can even call me.”

“Can I kiss you goodnight?”

You leaned close, your body flush to his. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

So he did.




A 149 day snap streak, countless texts and phone calls later, you could definitely say there had been no loss of contact. You grabbed your phone that was ringing and answered it without checking the caller ID.

“It’s Y/N.” You said stirring your soup. Chicken noodle was for lunch today.

“Beautiful,” A smile formed on your face at the greeting. “You really need to stop lying about your name to me. I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Hi Beau…” A smile was stretched across your face and you leaned against the counter to better focus on the conversation.

“My name is no longer Beau to you. I demand a pet name like Peaches or Sweetie!” ….Peaches?

“Beau.” You emphasized his name. “You know how I feel about the long distance thing…even if it is you.”

You heard a snort. “Beautiful, don’t you know what the date is?”

“Yeah? It’s July 1st….”

“Wrong. It’s the day my future wife finally agrees to officially be my girlfriend.”

“Beau.” Your voice was firm, but he just talked over you.

“Personally, I think that the blue will complement my eyes a lot better. I’m not so sure about the music note, though…”

You processed his words and then almost dropped your phone. “You’re coming to St. Louis?!” You let out a choked cry. “If this is a joke it’s not funny!”

“The ink’s all dry, Beautiful. The media finds out at one. But…I wanted you to know first.”

“You’re really coming here?” Tears of pure happiness were clouding your vision and falling down your face.

“Yes, Beautiful. I really am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “So can I finally call you mine?…I mean I have been for months…but I mean officially.”

You laughed loudly. “As soon as you ask in person.”

“I will.” He paused. “When you open the door.”

“Huh?” And then a loud knock sounded at your front door.

Beau laughed silently to himself as he heard a shriek and then a crash before a pounding of footsteps rushing towards the door. It swung open and he was wrapped in a hug, which he gladly returned. And as he breathed in your scent, bending down to kiss the top of your head, he felt home for the first time since he had joined the NHL.


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boy entrancers

Min Yoongi / Suga / Agust D | BTS
6k words | COMEDY / FLUFF
ROOMMATE/BEAUTY GURU AU
warnings for language
(named OC)

Originally posted by taesscripts

this is purely for my own entertainment, but I hope you all laugh and find it cute, too. reblogs with commentary in the tags is amazing.

Something black and spider-like on the kitchen counter catches his eye as he pours himself a glass of water, and he pauses to look at it, half to see if he needs to get something heavy to squash it, or if he needs to heave in a breath and shout–

“Goddamnit, Luna, can you please stop leaving your eyelashes everywhere?”

“Don’t throw my boy entrancers away!” he hears her shout back, and Yoongi slams his glass down onto the counter and scoops the lashes up into his hand, bristling.

He finds her sitting on the floor in the office–or, her beauty room, rather–looking through shadow palettes. Luna wordlessly holds her hand out for them without looking up, and he all but smacks them into her palm, causing her to look up, startled.

“Uh, can you be a bit more gentle, please, these cost thirty dollars.”

He gapes.

Thirty dollars? You pay thirty dollars for eyelashes?”

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One-Night Boyfriend

Type: One Shot
Genre: Fluff, Extremely Suggestive (NO SMUT)
Member: Jeonghan
Word count: 3,390
A/N: I’m going to hell for this. *nods* I have accepted my fate.
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You look around the overly crowded room of bodies worming past one another in attempts to pass through. The air was smoggy with the stench of smoke and alcohol. You were standing in the kitchen, near the large counter top and sink, idly searching for your friends who have long disappeared. Occasionally, you’d look down at your phone in hopes of a text message or a phone call but nothing.

Was it pathetic of you to be waiting around for your boyfriend (possibly ex,) to call you or even shoot you a small text?

You and your boyfriend had gotten into a huge argument a few nights ago where he snapped and wanted to break up. The thing is, that wasn’t exactly the first time he’s done that. He and you have gotten into countless arguments and sworn the relationship was over, but at one point he and you would make up before the cycle repeats. It was exhausting at times and during the mopey days, doubtful.

“In need of a boyfriend for the night?” A brunette male asked as he hops onto the counter.

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cocostephh  asked:

Do you have any tips for balancing languages in a day😌

I’m sorry for taking ages to answer this… to be honest, I’ve been struggling with balancing two languages and didn’t really have any advice to give. However, I think I’m kind of starting to work out a system. Hopefully this helps you a bit!

1. Make a schedule

I know this sound so, so basic, but I think this was my biggest mistake. I just kind of did whatever, whenever and ended up favouring one language over the other or getting my languages mixed up (which is always a little awkward). This is what I’m working towards:

Monday: Norwegian & French | Tuesday: Chinese & French | Wednesday: Chinese only (lesson) | Thursday: Norwegian & French | Friday: French only (lesson) | Saturday: Norwegian & Chinese | Sunday: Chinese & French

  • On two language days, I do one in the morning and one in the afternoon
  • On days with a lesson, I only study that particular language and take a break from the others
  • Note: this schedule still heavily favours French, but it’s the language I want to improve the most so I’m okay with that

I’m still having a bit of difficulty integrating Norwegian into the mix, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually.

2. Consistency is King

A 30 minute session every day is always going to be better than a 3 hour session once a week. The consistency will help you retain information and keep languages separate. At least for me it helps. Chinese rules are solidified as Chinese rules… same goes for French and Norwegian. I’m not having to refresh with each session. Rather, I build on what I learned the previous day.

3. Moderation

You don’t have to do every language every day. Try picking one or two a day and rotate through them (see part one). However, if you need to take a day off, don’t worry about it! You see that schedule I wrote? That’s something I’m working towards - I certainly haven’t been doing that all the time. But that’s okay. I have a plan and if I stick to it 80% of the time I’m still guaranteed to be progressing in my target languages. Plus, moderation helps prevent burn out, which is never fun.

I hope that helps! If you have any other questions or want clarification feel free to ask :)

B99 + Tinder AU: in which Jake and Amy match on Tinder. 
→ set pre-show/early season onewritten after I impulsively downloaded Tinder instead of working on my other AU in progress

In a moment of insanity and slight tipsiness, she lets Kylie download Tinder on her phone. (”Amy, what do you want your Bio to say?” “Ooh, how about how I’m in a nationally-ranked trivia team?” “Nope, none of that.”)

In a moment of four-drink-drunkenness, she swipes right on Jake Peralta. 


She wakes up on Saturday morning with her mouth dry and her head pounding. Groaning, Amy lifts one hand to shield her eyes from the way-too-bright light streaming in through the curtains. With her other hand, she gropes blindly for her phone on the bedside table. When she doesn’t find it immediately, she drags herself out of bed and makes her way toward the kitchen. 

She gets herself a glass of water and fishes her phone out of her purse, which was on the floor just a few paces away from the messy heap of fabric that was her coat and scarf. 

She opens her phone, and her eyebrows scrunch together at the notification on the screen: “Congratulations! You have a new match!

Her eyes flicker to the icon accompanying the message. The small red flame brings back hazy memories of the night before - Kylie taking her phone hostage and downloading the app, Kylie setting up her profile, the two of them cracking up while swiping left and right for an hour. 

She sips from her glass and pulls up the app with a sigh. She taps the screen a few times to check her matches and messages, bracing herself for anything inappropriate and praying she didn’t send out anything too terrible herself. (She doesn’t recall doing any messaging of her own, but she also doesn’t recall getting home and throwing her jacket on the floor, so.) 

She chuckles at a few of the messages and grimaces at others, but her heart nearly stops, and she almost drops her glass when she scrolls down and sees a very familiar name.

In his tiny profile picture, he’s looking somewhere off camera and has a single eyebrow raised. His lips are drawn into a somewhat half smirk, half smile. For some reason, she can just hear Gina’s voice, giving him directions on how to pose. (”Okay, Jake. Remember, we’re going for sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure, we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless.”) 

There’s a blue star on his photo, and Amy vaguely recalls Kylie telling her this means he swiped up to “Super Like” her. Her ears burn at the idea Jake would ever actually super like her. 

After setting her glass down on her coffee table and taking a seat on her couch (to avoid breaking glassware, falling over, or other potential consequences), she takes a deep breath and opens up his messages. 

santiago’s on tinder?! whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?!!! were the magic themed singles nights not working out for you? :o

gotta say i’m supes flattered you swiped right

but fyi i’m totally going to bring this up at briefing on monday

the whole world has to know i matched with amy santiago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She rolls her eyebrows but continues reading. 

uh

unless you don’t want me to?? 

ames??????????????

k you’re not replying

that tells me you either passed out in shock after matching with me (tbh i get it, nbd) 

or you and kylie are having the craziest night of your life :P 

There’s a new timestamp before the next message, and when she checks, she finds he sent it over half an hour after the prior one.

look i’m only saying this cause you swiped right first but if this wasn’t a joke and you were actually interested, i’d be up for dinner or whatever 

It’s the last of his messages, and it sends her reeling. 

Heart racing and hands shaking, she fumbles with her phone to call her best friend. She figures the woman who got her in this mess should help her out of it.

“H-hello?” Kylie’s voice is hoarse and weak, and this makes Amy feel a teensy bit better about her own hangover. Except she’s still freaking out. 

“KYLIE! DID I SWIPE RIGHT ON JAKE PERALTA LAST NIGHT?”

There’s a laugh on the other line. “Honey, you grabbed your phone from me to swipe right the second his face came on the screen and then yelled at it when he hadn’t responded within 30 seconds. You didn’t even bother reading his bio - although I checked, and it was just full of Die Hard quotes and emojis… Not the best or most creative. Like what does that even mean dating-wise? What does that tell you about him as a potential lover? Nothing, Amy, nothing. The only thing it says is that his ideal date is probably a Die Hard marathon and make out session.“

“Oh, God, can we not analyze Peralta’s Tinder profile right now?” 

You asked about him! Anyway, what’s up, boo? Did your smoking hot partner actually match with you?” 

“Smoking hot?”

“Your words, not mine.” 

Her cheeks flare up at that, and she groans. She combs her free hand through her hair. “He might have… sent me a bunch of messages and said he was up for dinner or whatever if I was actually interested.”

Kylie makes a high-pitched squeal, and Amy has to bring her phone away from her ear for a second. When she brings it back, her best friend’s talking a mile a minute. “So you are going out with him, right? There is no way in hell you are passing this up, Amy. You’ve been into him forever! You know what, I’m ending this call right now. You need to message him back or text him or call him or something. Text me updates ASAP!” 

The line goes silent after that, and Amy’s left with a bigger headache than the one she woke up with. 

After staring at the ceiling for another minute or hour (she can’t tell), she goes back into the app and pulls up his message. Throwing all caution to the wind, she sends: Hey! :) Are you free tonight?

His reply comes almost instantaneously, which is good because she otherwise would have gone insane.

ya! what do you want to do?? i’m up for anything ;)

ps that winky face wasn’t meant to be sexual or anything, we could literally just sit and talk and eat

or something

no pressure 

An increasingly familiar swell of affection rises in her chest. She pauses to consider her response. Die Hard and takeout at my place?

noice. i’ll be there @ 6

can’t wait, ames!!!!!!! ♥

A series of knocks sounding vaguely like the Imperial March announces his arrival later. Amy tucks her hair behind her ears, takes a deep breath, and gets the door. 

Jake has a boyish grin on his face and a spark of amusement in his eyes. “Y’know, Amy, Tinder’s Safety Tips page says you’re always meant to meet someone in public. I hope you don’t invite all your matches to your apartment for movie night. What would Holt say if you got murdered? How would we explain your death to your parents?”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes. Just like that, all the nervousness she felt dissipates. “Come in, Jake.” 

The night ends up going on both of their good date lists. - They order Chinese and fight over the last egg roll. Jake recites half the lines of the movie. (Only half because Amy shushes him at some point). They make out on her couch as the end credits roll over the screen. 

They also delete their Tinder accounts. 

Permanently. 

Jack Maynard Imagine - More than this.

Mentions of smut.

Jack couldn’t count how many girls he had ever slept with using all his ten fingers. But he could count how many of those girls had arpooned his heart, because he needed exactly zero fingers. And you thought you were no exception. 

As you gathered your things from the already messy floor of Jack’s bedroom, after a rather fun night at his place, you could feel his eyes burning on the back of your neck “A picture lasts longer” you told him without looking at him. 

You heard him laughing “If I don’t take pictures of your beautiful body I might have an excuse to see it again” he smirked, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

Jack and you have been friends with benefits for a little over four months now. When you met, you instantly clicked. Jack was one of the few boys who could make you laugh until your stomach hurt. He was so genuine and hot, the combination killed you. So when one thing led to another a few days after your first encounter, you weren’t going to stop him.

You always thought he would be good in bed. But oh god, had it been an understatement. He was rough enough for your preferences, yet he knew when to be caring. As you put your jeans back on, you realized that night was the first time in four months that you had actually made love. 

He texted you to hang out at his place, but you knew where it was going to lead. You accepted anyways. You started watching YouTube, and somehow you ended up surrounded by too-cute cat videos. Suddenly, the heavy sexual tension between you vanished for the first time, and Jack looked at you with different eyes.  

As you cooed at the cats, wearing one of his hoodies you had accidently stolen from his bedroom floor - which he let you keep -, his heart softened. Jack did everything he could to stop it, really. He started imagining you on your knees like you had been the previous week, pleasuring him the way he loved so much. That image had worked before, but you kept being cute, and his mind soon wandered to a more passionate scenario, where he was caressing you instead of thrusting roughly into you.

Suddenly, you were sitting on his lap, kissing him hungrily. But he wasn’t feeling it. He got a tight grip of your hips and pushed you down on the sofa, so he could be on top. You liked it when he was in control. You went for his mouth again, not being able to stop yourself from wanting to feel him again, but he stopped you.

You frowned, making him chuckle “Let’s try something new” he smirked, and you were confused for a moment before he locked his lips with yours. He started moving them at a really slow pace, and you unexpectly relaxed. His tongue found yours not long afterwards, playing with it passionately. The slowness was killing you, yet sending chills down your spine you had never felt before.

That night, he made love to you, the steadiness yet caressing of his thrusts killing you slowly. Your mouths were locked most of the time, something that rarely happened, since you were usually too busy screaming and moaning his name. Something about that night was different, and when Jack finally plopped his weight down next to you, holding your waist close to his body, you knew something had changed.

You tried to sleep your feelings away, but the fact that you could feel Jack running his fingers up and down your back and kissing the top of your head as you fell asleep didn’t help at all. The worst part was, you thought you could get used to it.

“Ha-ha” you mocked him, throwing your -his- hoodie on “Funny”

“I know” he smirked.

You ran a hand through your hair to untangle it before putting it up in a ponytail “So” you said, ready to leave. You looked at him, who was still under the covers, as he looked at you with weird eyes. You ignored him “Saturday, 7pm, your place?” you asked him. This was how you worked. You met late at night a couple of days a week, and pretended the other one didn’t exist until the next time. You felt yourself growing annoyed at that routine, but you couldn’t pin down why.

“I was thinking” he started, his morning voice making you want to crawl back into bed with him “Maybe instead of meeting at my place we could meet at Picadilly? Same time, same day”

You gave him a confused look “To do what?” You were baffled. What was the point of meeting so far away, to end up at his place anyway?

His hand went to the back of his neck to scratch it “I thought that maybe we could…you know” he said, and you could tell he was nervous. You suddenly liked the situation “I want to take you out, alright?” he spat out, catching you off guard.

“Like, on a date?” you asked him, feeling stupid as the question left your mouth. You had never dated anyone before, not seriously anyway. You felt as if you needed to have a strong bond with someone to want more than sex with him. As you looked at Jack, looking all flustered and adorable in front of you, you thought maybe you could give it a try.

“Yeah, a date” he said “No sex, just actual conversation” you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on your face. You knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you for the whole night, but you said nothing “If you want to, that is”

You chukled lightly as you walked over to him and sat down on the edge of his bed. His arms immediately went to grab your hips, pulling you against him “I’d love to, Jack” you said, pressing your forehead against his. 

His hand reached your cheek, stroking it delicately. Both of your hearts didn’t know where to hide from the rollercoaster of feelings that was flying over them. So instead of saying anything, instead of thinking, you closed the gap between your lips and hoped for the best.

The sudden ache on Jack’s chest revealed that maybe he wasn’t as cold hearted as he thought. That maybe now, when they asked him how many times he had fallen in love, he’d need one finger to count them. 

Crush Imagine #33

I woke up and smiled, waking up next to y/c was my favorite thing. He smelled heavenly, as usual, and looked so peaceful asleep. His arm was draped over me, as if he was going to ward off evil. I moved myself a little closer to him, which unfortunately, woke him up. He grunted and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I smiled and gave his chest a kiss, 

“Good morning beautiful” he sleepily said. 

“Morning handsome” I felt his hand rub my back. “What are we doing today?” I asked, remembering it was Saturday. 

“I don’t care, I just want to be with you” he murmured. “God I love you so much” he muttered and laid me on my back, and attacked my face with kisses. I giggled and tried to push him off until he kissed my lips lovingly. “It’s like I can’t contain my love for you” he muttered, pulling away from the kiss. “You know? I can’t wait to make you my wife someday. Did I ever tell you how I first knew I loved you?” he rambled. 

“No, how?” I wiggled my eyebrows. He chuckled lightly, “It was that day that we were all at the beach and you got stuck in a riptide. It sounds horrible but you know how those things are, if the lifeguards hadn’t gotten you, I don’t know what I would have done. I think at that very moment my life stopped before me because I realized that the only thing that mattered was you, and I couldn’t lose you” he ran his fingers through my hair. I kissed his shoulder in response, not sure of what to say. 

“When did you first like me?” I asked. 

“I think it was when you needed a dress and took me with you, and then you tried on that blue dress and it just looked so perfect on you, that from then on I kept seeing you as the most beautiful thing in the world” he admitted. I glanced up and saw his cheeks turning red, so I got up and kissed him softly. 

“I love you” I sighed. 

“I love you too” he grinned. 

More Fluffy Dating Newt Scamander Headcanons

-Your first date would be a little awkward at first, especially because you were rather confused as to why he was whispering to his coat pocket, but he then began to switch from nervous into a relaxed and confident man as the night went on

-Newt would definitely be the type to gently press kisses to you at random to show how he feels

-like if he’s proud, he’d kiss the top of your head with a smile, if one of you were sad, he’d pull you close and kiss your tear stained cheeks, and if he missed you, he’d melt into the kiss, wanting to savor every minute

-hand holding would be frequent as well, and you two often did it while out and about or staying in reading, fingers interlocked as you delved into your novels

-he would also take you on spontaneous dates. One day it could be a picnic in the park, the next it could be stargazing at the rooftops

-Newt fussing a little when you got even the tiniest of paper cuts because any type of pain was heartbreaking when it came to you

-“Newt, it’s okay, I just stumbled a little down the stairs.”

-“I know y/n, but you could have hit your head broken something, and I can’t cuddle you properly if you’re beaten up darling”

-of course, Injuies would be sealed with bandages and kisses pressed softly against skin

-his smile widening when instead of fleeing from the rain, you would pull him into the center of it so you could be like the cinnamon roll children that you are

-Newt then pulling you close as raindrops slid down your chin and then kissing you sweetly, just like in the muggle movies you two watched

-him still getting butterflies when he saw you in your radiant elegance

-“Merlin Y/n, you’re stunning love”

-“That outfit brings out your magnificent eyes, and your lips…how did I ever get so lucky?”

-carrying you bridal style when you fell asleep, and this would be followed by cute little whispers

-“darling, I know you’re asleep and probably can’t hear me, but I really do love you. You’re such an important part of my life, I can’t imagine it without you”

-you’d always be in his mind. When working on his manuscript, he would have to go back and cross out what he wrote because while thinking about the way your eyes glistened, he wrote that down instead of notes on bowtruckles

-you would make it a routine every Saturday morning to try and make breakfast, and of course you let him help despite his previous experiences

-he’d sometimes doubt himself, especially when comparing himself to his brother, but you would be right there to tell him how amazing and handsome and intelligent he was

-Neither of you would be afraid to cry around one another, and would notice when one was upset right away, taking one other into a tight embrace

-you and newt would also be the couple to leave love letters. Sometimes when he was away he’d carry them in his pocket or he’d leave them around the house for you to find before you went to work

-massages after long days down at the case and at his desk writing

-his torso would be littered with freckles and scars like the night sky, but you’d simply tell him not to worry and to just enjoy relaxing for once as you pressed against his aching muscles

-you’d fight a few times, all couples do, but you’d also make up soon after, for you both would murmur streams of apologies

-cuddling all the time, as this was one of Newt’s favorite ways to show love. He could get close and intimate while kissing you as you entangled your fans in his hair, and he wouldn’t want to be in this position with anyone else than you, his darling.