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The Inevitability of Our Story

Request: I was listening to Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis himself and I couldn’t help but think about Newt while listening to it idk its such a Newt song and then i thought of you and well, it sounds like a possible fic idea ;) ;) I know you have so many requests but i just wanted to put this out there, also to tell you that these kinds of songs remind me of Newt and then you and your amazing stories. Anyway, have a good day!

Word Count: 3,979

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @dont-give-a-bother but also tagging @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @thosefantasticbeast2 @benniesgalaxy @studyforthreehands @whatinbenaddiction

                                                  I. For

Newt’s quill scratches against the parchment and he mumbles words under his breath, reading over his manuscript. Thunder outside rumbles, raindrops thump against the glass panes, and you plod over to Newt, dropping into the open spot next to him. He hardly notices as your forearm brushes his lightly, or the way you hum softly before tapping the back of his hand.


“Yes?” He mumbles, eyes still scanning over his messy handwriting.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” The word is distracted, his attention only half on you. This manuscript is important. He’s almost finished editing his chapter on bowtruckles and other leafy beasts; best friend or not, he doesn’t want to pause his work until he gets through the last page of it.

“Why do mooncalves only emerge during full moons?”

He doesn’t look up from the parchment. “They have an affinity for it.”

“But why?” You question, resting your chin in one hand as you play with the leaf of a potted plant sitting on the table.

Newt glances up at you, wary. “You really want to know?”

You nod, lips puckered in confusion as the leaf turns a shade of blue.

His heart twists, chest warming as he sets down his quill, and Newt shifts, uncomfortable with the sudden change of his heart’s rhythm. “It’s only a theory right now.”

You meet his eyes and smile. “That’s all right. I’d still like to hear what you think.”

Newt tries to ignore the feeling in his chest. “Could it wait a couple of minutes? I’ve almost finished here.”

“I’ll wait.” You say it with another smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm gently.

Though he was unaware of it, Newt has been on the precipice of falling for quite some time. Only a lack of free time had prevented him from considering this, considering asking you on a date. It would really only take a gesture, a small nudge, to knock him off that cliff, to convince him to ask you out.

Your soft squeeze of his arm is that nudge.

He lifts his quill again, throat dry, fully prepared to edit more, but Newt can’t tear his eyes away from the gentle slope of your nose or the way you narrow your eyes at the color-changing leaf.

Three pages of the chapter still need to be edited, but Newt flips the notebook shut, taking a deep breath, praying the strange feeling will disappear after a good night’s rest. “The moon’s a signal to them.”

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Regal Believer Appreciation Week

Day 1: Mom/Son Moment(s) (Highlighting their connection)
{ Domestic moments | Their history | Protective of one another
Supportive of each other | Knowing each other }

NCT reactions when their girlfriend kiss them in front of other members

Originally posted by y-ta

Taeyong : He will cover his mouth and gasped. “What’s this? What do you want now?” he asked you suspiciously. You just said that you feel like kissing him that’s all. He will nod and ask you, “Can I have another kiss then?” such a greedy brat. 

Originally posted by minhyungd

Taeil : Aww this cutie will be shy when you did it in front of the members. He will probably just kiss your hand in reply because he’s not really the type of boyfriend will have public affections. But, he do simple things like kissing your cheek if he feels like it.

Originally posted by moonyutae

Yuta : He will smile and put his arm around you, “So, do you expect me to kiss you back?” He’s actually playing a role of a typical Japanese manga and you will have to play along. “Y/N, you must really like me huh?” you just replied yes and he kiss you finally. “I like you too” he winked at you. Damn cheesy.

Originally posted by turtles-are-better-then-people

Johnny : He  really like it when you show kiss him in front of the members. It makes him more clingy to and he want to kiss every corner of you face until you are uncomfortable. The members are uncomfortable looking at you both too. He’s a giant puppy that loves you so much :”) 

Originally posted by hermosadani

Ten : He will be shy at first, but still reply you with a light kiss on your lips. He will blush but still want to look at your respond after that. When he saw you flustered, he take that you are satisfied and hold your hand after that.


Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Doyoung : Doyoung will find you cute but he will act cold like, “What do you want from me? I don’t have money to buy you stuff now” he crossed his arms. You will be sulking in the corner because of his respond but he ended being clingy to you anyway and tell you that he was just joking.

Originally posted by yoonohthings

Jaehyun : Jaehyun will be so happy when you did that and put his head on your shoulder, “Do it again, I like it” he said it. When you said no, he will put an aegyo face and beg you to kiss him again.  His cringey act makes all the members shuddere.

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

Winwin : Sicheng will blink his eyes because he is surprised when you kissed him.  he will approach you carefully and kiss your cheek. “I will kiss you for real if we are alone” he whispered in your ear. Because he’s a shy bun too :3

Originally posted by haenyan

Mark : Mark would definitely like it when you kiss him but he doesn’t know how to express his feeling. He just say thank you for giving him a kiss. Most probably give you a kiss on a cheek too.

Originally posted by exoticnctlife

Haechan : Haechan act like he doesn’t like it but actually he does. He will suddenly kiss you back and act like nothing happened. “If you want me to kiss you just say it” he said in his sassy manners.

Originally posted by catweeen

Jaemin : Jaemin is a soft bun he will definitely kiss you back but just a light peck. He will whisper in your ear with his sweet nothing words, “You smells like strawberry babe” (Dammit my imagination went too far :”D)

Originally posted by nakamotens

Jeno :  Jeno will cover his face because he embarrased when you did that in front of other members. After that, he will give you a smile and kiss you back on your cheek. He His face would be red again after that.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Renjun : Renjun will like it and give you a back hug, he will kiss your cheek and will be attached to you for the rest of the day cuz he just feel so happy that he got a kiss from you first.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Chenle : Chenle will stand up and feel so proud to get a kiss from you especially in front of the members. “I got a kiss from my girlfriend, jealous much?” he said cockily. Chenle just want to show  you off to everybody. A proud boyfriend. 

Originally posted by haechannie

Jisung : Jisung will be so happy that he cannot do anything for the rest of the day. He will just think about you, kissing him which in his imagination there’s a butterfly and flowers around you. It might be your both first kiss, and yea that’s why he’s so happy ^_^

A/N: and it’s a wrap >.< this reaction took me long enough to think of each members until I have to squeeze every bit of idea in my head XD to all those who want to request NCT reactions, I would really appreciate if you guys requested by unit, or a unit+other 2/3 members because it’s kinda crazy to be in 15 people’s head at one time (you get what I mean? Haha :”D) I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night peaches :D – Cuppy-nim

(p/s: It took me long enough to upload this because my internet is so freaking slow :”D)

lights flashing [M] // JIMIN

summary - Your parents’ beach house always sparked the right kind of imagination in your mind - but what happens when a certain boy with a camera in hand becomes your main focus instead?
word count - 3.4k

genre - fluff, (implied?) smut
pairing - Photographer!Jimin x Poet!Reader
warnings - mature language, smut

A/N - okay, i’m so nervous to post this idek why ;; it’s my first time writing actual smut and i’m not sure if it even classifies as smut and if i did a great job on this overall. feedback is very much appreciated as always

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

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Diabolik Lovers Christmas ー Special Short Stories ;; ENG Translation

Hello everyone!

Somebody asked me to translate a Christmas-themed magazine article which has recently come out. Sadly, I can’t repost the original scan so if you want to see the cute chibi art featured on the page, you’ll have to go look for it yourself.

Either way, enjoy! 

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August Fluff Month - Day 13: Elated


Adrien needed to make sure he did this well. He had to plan this. He just had to. It was for the love of his life and so he had to make this work.

He and Marinette had been dating for nearly 6 years and after knowing that there was no one else he’d rather spend the rest of his life with, he wondered why it took him so long to think of marrying her.

It didn’t have to be a grand event. Marinette never really liked it when he did overly grand gestures. She told him that she felt awkward and never knew what to do, though it was not that she didn’t appreciate him. It had to be simple. Something simple and private.

He could probably do it tonight. He had had his mother’s ring for years now, and there was no sense in waiting. Before Adrien could even fathom how to present himself to her, he heard the door unlocking behind him. A couple of curse words escaped him.

“Marinette!” he welcomed. Her eyes darted from the door handle to his face, eyes brightening at the sight of him.

“Hello Chaton!” she greeted warmly. God he loved her.

“How was your day?” Marinette shrugged while going off to unpack herself of all her things.

“Nothing to report. Pretty normal.”

“That’s good.” For a while, he watched her make her way around the room, occasionally dipping in and out of the bedroom and the bathroom. “Uhm, I was wondering if we could talk. I mean! If I could talk to you.” Marinette stopped and raised an eyebrow, suspicious. Those words never sounded good coupled together. “I’m sorry, that sounded bad. I just. It’s not bad, I swear.” Adrien smiled weakly and looked at her eyes big, longing eyes. Curses, Marinette could never resist his kitten eyes. He took a seat on the couch in their living room and she joined him with semi-reluctance.

“Alright,” she breathed, trying to let the worry out of her. When he looked worried, she couldn’t look worried, else she make the situation worse. It worked the other way around too.

“Alright, so.” Adrien took a deep breath. “We’ve been dating for 6 years.”

“Yes,” Marinette confirmed.

“And living together for 2.”


“And, well, since we’ve been dating for so long and living together for so long, it got me thinking but then I got stressed out about thinking and I tried to talk to Nino about it but he didn’t help at all and I think Alya has been a negative influence on him so I just started panicking more.” He wasn’t breathing between sentences. Marinette’s eyebrows furrowed.


“But then I was thinking, how else was I supposed to talk to you? It wasn’t like proposing to the love of my life was going to be easy, but it was always so easy to flirt with you when I was Chat Noir, and then I thought about changing into Chat just to do this but I realized it would probably be really impersonal so I scratched that idea and then-.”

“Wait, what?” Marinette screamed, arresting his speech. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets, here jaw slack. Adrien’s eyes shifted back and forth, confused about why she had stopped him. It took him a couple of second of mental rewinding to find out what he had done. Marinette blinked, doing a similar reward in her own head. “Did you… did you make a cat pun in the middle of explaining to me how you were going to propose to me…?” she asked slowly, trying to absorb the last thirty seconds.

“I…” Adrien didn’t have words, he was still trying to think back to what he said. In seconds, all the blood drained from his face. “I… uh… shit.” For a moment, neither of them said a thing. Well, he could die now. Someone needed to throw him into a pit and bury him. She wasn’t saying anything. He was starting to sweat.

Breaking the silence was her laughter. She was giggling. Mariette was giggling at him. Why was she giggling? Without saying a word the girl launched herself at her boyfriend, and they were laying on the couch while she smothered his face with kisses.

“Adrien!” she squealed “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“I, what?” He sat back up, holding Marinette in his arms, and watching her with awe and confusion.

“Yes I’ll marry you! I mean, of course I’ll marry you!” If she smiled any harder, she might’ve pulled something. Marinette squealed and pulled her fiancé into a tight embrace, rubbing her face into his shirt. Tears had finally reached her and there was no stopping them. She was elated.

Although it took a while, that same elation finally reached Adrien, the shock now having left his system. Water sprung from his eyes and he hugged her back, guiding her face back up to his for a tearful kiss. Unable to contain himself, he stood, promptly lifted his fiancée from the ground, and twirled around the room.

“This is the best day of my life!” Adrien declared.

“Better than the day I told you I loved you?” Marinette asked coyly, her cheeks still damp.

“Better than that!” he confirmed, kissing her again. Setting her down gently, he reached into his pocket for the small box and produced the glistening ring. Already having long forgone the formalities, he took the ring from the box and wordlessly asked for Marinette’s left hand, which he procured with no fuss at all. His heart pumped vigorously while he slipped the ring onto her finger, feeling as if he might burst.

“Thank you, Marinette,” he whispered, bringing her back in for another hug and kissing her forehead.

“For what?” she replied.

“For saying yes.”

“Well, thank you for asking. Thank you for loving me.”

Author’s Note: As mentioned in the episode Climatika, the French refer to “puppy dog eyes” as “des yeux des petit chat” which is the eyes of a little cat. So, I thought the closest translation would be “kitten eyes”. Please correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m fairly certain that’s what I heard?

anonymous asked:

You said once that mCorrin and fCorrin had slightly different quirks. If you don't mind me asking, how so?

I don’t mind at all (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

I didn’t notice at first (I played Birthright with a female avatar and Conquest with a male avatar) but somewhere in my 929 hours of playing Fates I started noticing their personalities, behaviors and the way they interact with other characters differ. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first, but after several playthroughs it became obvious.

F!Kamui: mischievous, peppy and (maybe it’s just my imagination but I have this impression every time I switch back between male and female avatars) smiles more.

M!Kamui: earnest, socially awkward/gauche, a bit uptight and (again, it strikes me every time) tends to keep a straight/poker face more often.

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RFA into Musicals

Hope you enjoy! Tomorrow or Monday’s post (most likely Monday) will be an AU someone requested! Took me long enough to get to it ^^”


  • He wishes he could afford to take you to live performances.
  • But he doesn’t mind the movie reenactments.
  • His favorite musical would probably be Mamma Mia!
  • Why? Cause singer Sheryl Leap got some pipes!
  • See what I did there? c;
  • It’s also a romantic comedy so that’s right up his ballpark.
  • He has a love hate relationship with La La Land cause he hates the ending.


  • He gets jealous when MC talks about musicals that don’t involve him.
  • He appreciates these musicals as much as you do.
  • He often sings his favorite songs.
  • This one time he even got in costume to perform it for you only to get you into it.
  • Les Misérables is probably his favorite cause he loves the dramatization.
  • He enjoys the heart touching musicals.


  • Zen Musicals.
  • Straight up, if Zen is in it, she is there.
  • If that’s cheating, I feel like she would love Annie.
  • Her personality might not be the same as Annie’s but they’re both orphans.
  • Jaehee just wants what Annie got, a good family.


  • Jumin would enjoy watching musicals.
  • He definitely has the money to go afterall.
  • I think his second favorite would be Phantom of the Opera.
  • The plot escapes my mind but I remember that the guy likes the girl and tries to keep her close.
  • Much like how Jumin keeps MC close.
  • His first favorite Musical: Cats
  • No explanation needed.

Saeyoung & Saeran

  • Saeyoung doesn’t strike me as a musical type of guy. Saeran either.
  • But if I had to choose they would like the more serious ones like Rent and In the Heights.
  • They relate the most to those in the sense of hardship through most of their life.
  • The concept of struggle would help them get more attached to the characters.
  • Saeyoung would also watch fantasy adventurish ones ones kinda like Into the Woods. But he would only watch them for the silly parts like “Agony


YES!!! How did I forget about that one! Now that you mention it, I think Saeran would just pretend he doesn’t like musicals at all. But it would be his guilty pleasure. 

Not Letting Go - Part 7

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: This one turned out longer than expected (which is partially why it took so long, I’m sorry!) so there’s going to be a small epilogue coming up in a few days. But technically, this is the last chapter. I’ve really enjoyed writing this series, and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading it. Thank you for all of the feedback I’ve gotten on this, I appreciate it more than I can even say. So here you go! I hope you like it (even despite my dialogue skills)!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

Tagging: @jadedhillon @tim-help @bumblebaddey @laryssa-the-jedi


“There’s something I need to tell you,”

For a reason you couldn’t yet fathom your heartrate picked up at his words, and you struggled to push down the sudden nervousness taking root in the pit of your stomach.
“What is it?” Your voice sounded small even to your own ears. Jason must have picked up on it because he visibly cringed, and reached to entwine his fingers with yours on top of the blankets, stroking soothing circles into your skin with his thumb.

You would be less on edge about the whole situation if you could actually remember what had happened. All you had for now was the hazy pain dulling your mind and your boyfriend’s account of what had happened. And you trusted Jason. You really did, even despite everything in your very nature telling you that to do so was a bad idea. But something about this situation just screamed ’wrong’ at you, as though some great and terrible knowledge loomed just outside the edges of your consciousness and you were terrified of what that might mean. Terrified that maybe you had fallen too fast and too hard, lulled into a false sense of security by the fact that Jason was your soulmate, and whatever explanation he had for what was going on here might just change everything between you.

But for now you decided to take the comfort he offered to you, and squeezed his fingers back. Somewhere along the way the gesture had become important to you. Both of you had been hurt before, and expressing emotions in words wasn’t exactly a strong point for either of you. Taking your soulmate’s hand and just holding on was a quiet reassurance that settled you unlike words ever had. It said ‘I’m with you in this’ and ‘I’m not letting go’ and so much more all at once. And right now it was just what you needed.

Jason ran his fingers through his hair, fixing you with a conflicted gaze. Eventually he seemed to come to some kind of decision because he dropped his hand back to the blankets, sighing tiredly. “Look, it’s not…” He struggled for a second, then blurted, “Remember what I told you when we met?”
You quirked a small smile at that, teasing, “Before or after you followed me home?” “After you ran away,” he corrected automatically, matching your smile with his own, and for a moment the tension between you evaporated.

“I told you I wasn’t exactly the best guy. I don’t think you understood what I-I’m,” he blew out a frustrated breath, abruptly releasing your hand and standing, pacing over to the door before turning back to face you. “Doll I can’t - Let me show you,” His hands were tangled in his hair again, and the haunted look in his eyes twisted your stomach into knots. “Okay,” Suddenly whatever it was didn’t matter anymore, you just wanted more than anything to ease the pain marring his handsome features. “Jay, take your time. It’s okay. I trust you. I’m with you,” The last part was barely above a whisper, but Jason heard it. He visibly relaxed, giving you your favourite crooked smile, albeit a little wobbly.

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BODY ELECTRIC VI // masterlist

A/N: I’m sorry this took quite a bit but I’ve finally come around to write it! I’m aiming to have at least two more chapters because I don’t want to make this too long. Thanks for enjoying this mini series, I appreciate it! Enjoy and feedback is welcomed :) [previous parts]

Warning: NSFW !

Word Count: 3.8K+

Rushing amongst the trees as you followed behind Kylo, you narrowed your brows. Why was he suddenly so on edge? Who did he sense out? Was it someone you knew or was it the one person you feared most–that wasn’t Kylo any longer. Trying to match Kylos pace as he had been walking a little too fast, along with the fact that his strides were triple your own, you almost walked ahead until Kylo pulled you back by the waist. “What are you-”

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7teenjunhui  asked:

Hiii. Me again but I was just thinking that not enough people love china line and I'm a huge fan of all china lines don't ask why bc I don't know too lol but whenever I try finding imagines on them I have to look for like 3 hours before I find one and I wanted to know if you loved and appreciate china line. Can you also do a china line (of seventeen) reaction where their s/o tells them they love and appreciate them. THANK YOU AND KEEP DOING AN AMAZING JOB

Hello again! Sorry this took me so long to get to; things have been pretty hectic for me! 

And I have a lot of love for the China line tbh! I’d say Minghao is one of my bias wreckers, and I have a lot of affection for Jun. It makes me sad that China line doesn’t get as much attention, because I genuinely believe that they’re lovely, talented guys. I understand that it can be a little hard to stand out in a group of thirteen, especially as a foreigner (who has to learn a new language, nonetheless), but I hope that they start getting more recognition soon <3

And sure!

Jun would be a bit taken aback at first, but in a good way. He’d probably be used to playful teasing and flirting with his s/o, so to hear such a frank admission of affection would surprise him. I imagine he’d be a little awkward with it, and he’d probably pull his s/o in for a tight hug. He’d say a very sincere thank you, still feeling very humbled by their s/o’s words. Then, he’d shower them with kisses, telling them how wonderful they are.

Minghao would definitely get blushy and hide his face. I feel like his self-confidence isn’t the best, so hearing his s/o express their appreciation for him so genuinely would warm his heart up so much. Once he stopped screaming internally, he’d give you a very quiet and gentle ‘thank you’, and a kiss on the forehead. Afterwards, he wouldn’t stop thinking about what their s/o said, and how lucky he was to have them. His shy smile would stay with him for hours. 

New Year’s Kiss | Jumin Han x Reader

     The RFA always hosted an annual New Year’s Eve party, but each year was always the same. Because it was more of a friendly get together rather than a business occasion, there was no need for them to try changing things up. But unlike any other year, this year’s party was special. Part of it was because of how much closer the RFA members were becoming, but the main reason this party was finally different was that they had a new member who was slowly bringing everyone closer. That member was you.

   After your fateful encounter with the members of the RFA, you knew from the start these were people you wanted to work with and even more so, get closer with. Although many of them were serious at times, nearly everyone had a friendly charisma that drew you into being a part of the organization.

   Now, at their annual New Year’s Eve party, everyone invited was enjoying themselves, the RFA members more so than anyone else due to the ongoing excitement caused by their newest member. The members felt more open to joke around than usual with you there to laugh at even the worst of jokes. But for them, they were all just grateful that you made each one of them feel appreciated; even if a certain member refused to acknowledge it.

   “Where’s Jumin?” you asked the present members that stood before you. 707 and Zen each took a sip of their champagne, something you and Yoosung stayed away from.

   “I think him and Jaehee had to stay behind for a last minute meeting,” 707 replied. “He said they wouldn’t be too long so they should be arriving soon.”

   “Why are you interested in someone as rude as him anyway, (Y/N)?” Zen asked, causing the other’s eyes to turn towards you.

   “I was just curious,” you mumbled, hoping that someone would change the topic.

   “Agh,” 707 grunted, clearly frustrated. “Nearly every girl who was invited to this party either have a date or are more than twice my age. How am I supposed to get my New Year’s kiss now?”

   “New Year’s kiss?” you asked.

   “It’s when a couple kiss right when the clock strikes 12 am so that person is your first kiss of the new year,” Yoosung elaborated. “But Seven, I don’t understand why you’d want your first kiss of the new year to be with someone you don’t know. I don’t think the girl would really appreciate that.”

   “Ah, you see, my young and innocent friend,” 707 said with a smirk as he wrapped an arm around Yoosung’s shoulders. “Girls like being surprised. Find a girl you like, walk right up to her and kiss her. If you were good, she’ll fall for you right then and there. Go test that out with one of the girls here and you’ll see.”

   “R-really?” he asked, eyes wide open in shock.

   You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Trust me, Yoosung, that’s really not how it works. I wouldn’t try doing that if I was you.”

   “Thanks, (Y/N). I really have to stop believing everything Seven says to me….”

   You shot 707 and Zen a dirty look when the two of them started laughing at how gullible Yoosung is. As much as everyone has been getting along better since you joined, convincing them to stop pulling pranks on Yoosung was something you haven’t been able to accomplish yet.

   Just then, two more people entered the room; the man dressed as formally as ever. Jumin and Jaehee.

   “I apologize for our late arrival,” Jumin said as he took off his coat and grabbed a glass of champagne from a nearby table. “We got stuck in a last minute meeting.”

   “Oh, of course. We certainly know how busy Mr. Trust Fund is,” Zen mocked.

   Ignoring Zen’s comment, Jumin made his way over to the empty couch and took a seat, taking a sip of his champagne.

   “So, Jumin. Which girl, or guy, here are you going to choose for your New Year’s kiss?” 707 teased.

   Jumin sighed, obviously aggravated by his comment. “The rest of you can take part in those childish activities, but leave me out of it.”

   “Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if I made (Y/N) my New Year’s kiss?” Zen asked with a smirk. You glanced over at Zen, curious as to why he made it sound like Jumin would care about that. When you returned your gaze back onto Jumin, a look of anger was spread across his face along with a slight blush. But the blush had to be because of the champagne, right?

   Before he could reply, he was interrupted by a furious Jaehee. “Absolutely not, Zen! You can’t be caught kissing a girl like (Y/N)! Just imagine what it could do to your career if it somehow got leaked that-”

   “Relax, Jaehee, I’m not going to kiss (Y/N). But perhaps you could be my New Year’s kiss?”

   Jaehee’s face turned bright red as she kept trying to fish for an answer, but the only thing leaving her mouth were incomprehensible stutters. Zen chuckled.

   “No need to get so worked up, I’m only kidding. I know you wouldn’t want to kiss me.”

   Jaehee’s blush faded away to reveal a crestfallen look. “Yes, right, of course,” she mumbled.

   “You’re really starting to annoy me,” Jumin muttered, directing his comment towards Zen. “Elizabeth!” he called.

   Out of nowhere, the beautiful, white cat strolled over to where Jumin sat and rubbed her head against his leg before jumping up onto the couch next to him. Zen immediately started sneezing uncontrollably.

   “I can’t believe,” a sneeze, “that you brought that damn cat! I knew,” a sneeze, “that I sensed something awful in here.”

   “Elly!” 707 exclaimed, trying to get closer to the beloved cat. Before he could get close enough to touch her, Jumin shielded his cat defensively, shooting a glare at the red-headed man.

   “I swear, between you and Zen there are far too many people here who can’t properly appreciate cats.”

   As Zen quickly fled to the opposite side of the room with Jaehee close behind, 707 and Yoosung stayed where you and Jumin were sitting, most likely for Seven to see the cat he loved so much.

   “Oh, please can I just hold her one more time?” he begged, desperate to hold Elizabeth.

   “Until you learn the proper way to hold a cat, no.”

   The arguing didn’t last much longer before 707 and Yoosung went their own ways, leaving you and Jumin sitting on the couch with only each other’s company. You looked over at Jumin and saw how peaceful he looked as he patted his cat’s beautiful fur, making sure each strand was tidily kept.

   “Can I pet her, please?” you asked cautiously, already expecting him to refuse like he did with everyone else. You truly loved cats though and you couldn’t resist petting or even holding one if the opportunity arose.

   He hesitated for a moment before answering. “Well…. I suppose. Unlike the majority of our members, you don’t seem to be a cat abuser.”

   “Thank you!” you exclaimed happily as you moved closer to Jumin and Elizabeth, holding your hand out for her to sniff you first. It didn’t take long for her start rubbing her head against your hand while she purred non-stop. After a few minutes, she even decided to sit on your lap instead of Jumin’s. You thought he might’ve been annoyed by that, but when you looked at him there was only shock written on his face before a small smile appeared.

   “You seem to be rather good with cats, another good trait you have,” he commented, looking pleased with how well you treated Elizabeth.

   “Well, I would hope I was good with cats. I really love all animals, to be honest.”

   “I can’t say I love all animals, but I’m certainly glad that you like cats as much as I do.”

   “Fifty-nine, fifty-eight,” the other guests chanted together.

   “Oh…. I guess it’s almost midnight already,” you said, glancing around at the guests. Couples were standing and sitting close to each other, ready to kiss when the clock struck midnight. You glanced back at Jumin and noticed for the first time that you were sitting just as close to him as the couples were. A faint blush spread across your cheeks, but why? It’s not like you and Jumin were a couple.




   Jumin was staring into your (E/C) eyes, looking absorbed in them. You couldn’t help but stare back into his mystifying gray eyes.




   At this point, the two of you found yourselves slowly inching closer and closer to each other until you each touched.




   Now, your face was only inches away from his, your lips almost touching each other. You slowly tangled your fingers within his dark hair while he did the same with your (H/C) hair.




   Just as the clock struck midnight, your lips connected with his, absorbing the two of you into a passionate kiss. It was a hungry and longful kiss, one that showed the strong emotions that the two of your harbored for each other for such a long time now.

   The two of you finally broke apart in need of air, each of you breathing heavily. Even when the kiss ended, neither of you moved away from each other. The both of you were completely shocked by what just happened, but even so, neither of you regretted it one bit.

   He moved in for another kiss, something you weren’t against at all, but before your lips could touch his once again, one comment from both 707 and Zen interrupted the second kiss.

   “So Jumin isn’t gay!”

Allies - Derek Imagine

For the lovely anon who requested an alternate meeting with another Stilinski. Just a heads up, it get’s a bit dark, like, dead body so if you don’t like that then don’t read. Again, nothing very graphic. Enjoy! 

The first time you met Derek Hale, was intense to say the least. It merely consisted of some threats with a gun pointed right at his face and growls, and both being annoyed at Stiles. You loved your brother, you really did, though sometimes it was a bit difficult to remember that. Like when he apparently befriended a creepy possible murderer with a leather jacket and bad manners. But you stayed with him, you had made a promise a long time ago to protect him, leave it to him to end up in a world of supernatural things. So, werewolves were a thing. That was a hard one to swallow, but in a strange way it made sense, finally figuring out why Stiles’ had a minor melt down at your raised by wolves comment, brushing away actual tears out of his eye. 

It took time, though gradually you got to know the grumpy wolf, and you developed an accquaintance  which mostly consisted of saving one another and ganging up on Stiles, which he did not appreciate. There was something about the last remaining Hale, that drew your curiosity. He was more complex than he let on. You didn’t think he was a bad guy, just someone who’s experienced loss and you’re pretty sure he partly blames himself for that. Survivors guilt was pretty common when you lose someone, it was your best friend after your mother passed away, but that wasn’t all of it. He blamed himself for his family dying. And you had a pretty good idea who the culprits actually were, and what she did to him. Frankly, it made your skin crawl.

So, you continued involving yourself, doing extra research and working on a case against Kate, and possibly Chris as well, jury was still out on that one,  with your brother. You should have known inviting danger in would end in something horrible. 

There was a brief relieved thought that Stiles wasn’t there, short lived as it was when a figure walked in, causing Derek to promptly freeze in his tracks. 

“Uncle Peter.”He mumbled under his breath, almost in awe. You could tell the moment realisation hit, just about the same time you figured it out. “It’s you, you killed Laura.” There was a tension lingering in the air, the calm before the storm so to speak, your gaze was glued to the Alpha, every instinct you had screamed danger, a fight would break out any time. Your hands went to the small of your back, sending up a quick thank you when you felt the familiar shape. 

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend dear nephew?” 

“Run.” The sound of his voice startled you, realising that you should get out of there. And still, you couldn’t get your feet to move. You couldn’t just leave him to die. So you took a deep breath and settled your nerves, reading yourself for the fight of a lifetime because lets face it, at this point, winning was the only option with the acceptable outcome. 

“Hey Asshole.” You growled, clearly you’ve been spending way to much time around the sourly wolf. You almost regretted it the minute the words left your mouth, and crimson eyes were staring back at you, a smirk growing on his face.

“My, my, you really don’t have much of an self preservation instinct, do you? How intriguing, maybe I’ll just give you the bite, make you part of my pack when I’m done dealing with this. What do you say?”

“Screw you.” The sound of gunshots rang out, and the older wolf tumbled to  the ground, crimson pooling under his unmoving form. 

You spared him a second, making sure he was actually dead before walking over to where Derek was lying, approaching him slowly like you would a wounded animal. You didn’t know what he’d think, you did just kill his uncle right in front of him without blinking. There would definitely be nightmares about  that, and probably a melt down later, but right now you felt okay. Better than okay, because of the Hazel eyes meeting yours with a mix of emotions, but they were open never the less. He was going to be okay. You could fix this. 

“Derek, I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I’m just gonna check your wounds.” You hesitated, hands floating right over his torso, before a he offered a soft nod of acceptance. Okay, you can do this

You worked quickly, a sigh of relief escaping your lips when you concluded the wounds looked worse than they were, a lot of them were already starting to heal. He remained quiet through out the ordeal, then again he usually was like that, unless he had something important to say.

“You stayed.”His voice broke the silence lingering, when you’d finally managed to help him get up on his feet. It was almost accusatory, laced with a hint of anger, and perhaps confusion. The last one was surprising, but that would have to wait for another time, when you weren’t in the middle of a hospital right next to a dead body which would be filling up with people really soon. There was no way they didn’t hear the gunshots, the police was already on their way.

“I did, it was my choice. We can argue about it later. For now, just shut up and let me help you before my dad get’s here.” There was a lot to talk about, but it could wait, you had all the time in the world. Unless of course your dad finds out about all of this and decides to ground you for the rest of your life, which was a real possibility at this point with all the stuff you’ve been hiding. You were in so much trouble. 

skinnyisohsopretty  asked:

Hey I like your blog! I've had mine for fucking years and years but recently started it up again. How long did it take you to lose those 15lbs? And how much do you eat? I struggle with exactly what to eat/how much. And do you exercise? I feel so gross in my body, I hate it. And I want to lose 20-25 at the least by the end of September. Any advice/help would be appreciated! It's hard to do it on my own, I end up breaking down and getting nowhere

hey thanks so much for liking my blog , it took me around one month to lose 15lbs but most of that was water weight so thats why i lost it so quickly , currently ive lost a total of 20lbs since the beginning of june and i did that by eating roughly 400-600 cals a day which is really low but i dont exercise and if i ever ate over 800 cals i would go on walks to burn some of that off

i would suggest eating anywhere near 1000 cals and then going on walks or just being slightly active in general and you will lose weight in no time 

(sorry for the late reply btw )

stay safe:)

Hetalia- Sapphire (DenEst)

Happy very, very, very belated birthday @melveres! I’m so sorry I took 10000 years to finish something for you but I was determined to make sure you got it in the end! You are a cool peep and I admire your work so much. We are so lucky to have you and I wanted to show my appreciation!

I admit, I had struggled a bit and went through 3 fics (which is why everything took so long) before deciding to stick with drabbles. This is only one of them, more are coming! <3

This one features DenEst in a merman AU (close to 800 words). Christian is Den, Eduard is Est.

“I wanna show ya something.”

Eduard had virtually no time to react when Christian took him by the hand and together they swam through the vast ocean. Up ahead was a famous spot amongst their kind, a graveyard for sunken ships where many treasures could be found. They had come here many times together, sometimes with friends, and had found interesting items that they had never seen before. It was strictly forbidden to go to the surface and communicate with humans so these ships were like a window to an unknown world.

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anonymous asked:

I stopped stanning lauren a long time ago bcz shes too hypocritical and lost but why is no one talking abt the fact that she donated 10000$ to hispanic federation a lot of fans took screenshots on twitter bcz she posted the wrong link which had her email and address and receipt fr the donation so i do appreciate her helpfulness and passion bcz those r the only genuine qualities left in her, it was always her and camila who were philanthropic in 5h, camz more so bcz shes mature

I can see that. She’s been way too wishy washy with her rants as of late but at the same time anyone who donated to a cause like the Hispanic Federation should be commended for it. Be it 100 dollars, 10,000 dollars, 100,000 dollars or even ten dollars, the generous act it’s self is whats count. And both Camila and Lauren donated to a very good cause. 

Day 2: Business vs Pleasure

“I should warn you,” she whispered theatrically. “There is a reason why I hardly ever drink whiskey.”

“Is that so?” he grinned. “I am intrigued.”

“The thing is, it makes me tell exactly what’s on my mind. Dreadful, dark secrets can come to light.” She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “By the time we finish this bottle I will probably have to kill you.”

He snorted. “Don’t worry, I am very good at keeping secrets.”

“I certainly hope so! Killing you would be a terrible waste…”

They went on like this for some time, laughing and talking about everything and nothing in particular, and half the bottle was soon gone. Reyes was surprised to realise that he hadn’t felt this relaxed for quite some time. Since leaving the Nexus, he only kept adding points to the list of things he needed to worry about. But right now it all shifted to the background, and his ever-calculating mind quieted, giving him a rare chance to just enjoy the pleasure of the moment.  

“You know,” she said, a smile laced into the words, “somehow this place reminds me of that quiet corner in the docks on the Citadel I loved to slip out to, before I enlisted into the Alliance and went away. You could see the whole station from there – huge and so small at the same time… I sometimes sat there for hours, just watching the ships come and go and thinking.” She huffed an amused breath. “Scott always told me I sucked at being a teenager. While he was busy crashing parties and breaking hearts, I was looking at the stars in my secret hideaway, dreaming of adventures I would one day get to have.”

That means we were looking at each other long before we realized it, Reyes wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure she would appreciate such a cheesy line.    

“So, has Andromeda delivered?” he asked instead.

“Oh, it delivered all right!” she chuckled. “Every day is an adventure. There are moments when I wish things were easier, but I don’t regret coming here.”   

She took one more sip of the whiskey and passed the bottle back to him.

“What about you? Why did you come here, Reyes?”

He thought about deflecting the question with a joke, just like he always did, but surprisingly found that he couldn’t. He didn’t want to.

So he gave an honest answer – the most honest one he could give.

“To be someone.”

Ryder scooted over to sit next to him, and her shoulder pressed lightly against his. It was a simple touch, but it still sent sparks of electricity shivering down his arm.

He suspected that the situation tumbled out of his control the second her lips pressed to his in the storeroom. What he didn’t understand was how her mere proximity could affect him so much.

Reyes was about to revert to the safe territory of carefree banter, but whatever words he was going to say evaporated the moment he turned to look at her.

In the light of the setting sun her skin glowed with amber warmth, and her eyes turned olive green. Her vibrant hair became a halo of fire and gold, a fierce contradiction to the fragile, shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Since the day she came to Kralla’s Song searching for the resistance contact, he had trouble trying to figure her out. One moment she seemed guileless and naïve, the next her no-nonsense attitude could put an asari justicar to shame. She could blush at the smallest teasing and then make her opponent eat their words. Her glare was sharp enough to cut, but her smile could melt the oceans on Voeld.

Ryder was a bundle of glaring contradictions. She was like a story he couldn’t put down – a story where every chapter ended with a cliffhanger. He had to get to the heart of it. But it wasn’t about business – not anymore. It hadn’t been for quite some time. It wasn’t even because he loved solving puzzles. The reason why he wanted to get to the heart of her was infinitely simple, yet anything but. 

“You are someone to me,” she breathed, and he felt as if something inside him clicked into place.

Her smile was as soft as the first morning light, but in her gaze he saw the same emotion that was spreading inside his chest like wildfire.

He reached to tuck an errant lock behind her ear, and then cupped the side of her face, his fingertips caressing her warm cheek. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, there was so much tenderness in them, so much affection that he almost couldn’t bear it.

He was lost, well and truly.

But it didn’t scare him at all.

anonymous asked:

Emison prompt: Allison "knowing" and telling Emily

this is actually from my own fic but figured it works so here ya go x 

“Hit the light” Ali asked Em, who stretched across and turned off the main one, sending the room into a golden glow. Emily was choking on her words, never feeling more like her 14-year-old self since she was, well, her 14 year-old-self. Wordlessly, they climbed into bed. Emily revelled in the crisp coolness of Alison’s sheets, slowly calming her down as her heart rate decreased.

“How are you feeling?” She whispered into the darkness, trying too hard to stop her voice from shaking. She didn’t know why it felt different, their closeness. It wasn’t like they didn’t spend endless nights lounging on each other throughout the week. But for some reason, in bed, hearing Ali’s ragged breath, feeling her smooth skin lightly touching hers, it just felt different.

“Better” she replied. “thank you for staying with me. I didn’t feel like being alone tonight” Emily sighed heavily.

“Me neither, Ali.” She reassured the blonde, knowing how vulnerable she would be feeling admitting those words. Ali turned on her side so that she was facing Emily. Noticing this, Emily gulped once again. Every part of her told her to stay strong, to put her foot down and hold out until Alison was able to come to terms with who she was. The other part? Well, the other part couldn’t stop staring at Ali’s moisturised lips. They were the kind of untainted pale pink that reminded Emily of a rose bud. Emily was clinging onto her sense of morality, begging herself to resit temptation. Alison’s stomach squirmed in anticipation; waiting, praying, for Emily to lean over first. But she knew it wouldn’t, it couldn’t, happen until Ali had said aloud the words she had been so frightened of since the very beginning.

“Remember what I asked you” Emily said so quietly it was barely a whisper, her eyes avoiding Ali’s , knowing that if she even glanced at her eyes, the same colour as the infinite line of where the deep blue of the ocean blends with the soft blue of the sky, she would give in. “not until you know” Her breath was hot on Ali, they were so close together their noses were almost touching. Ali had to remind herself that there was something more important to be done, to be said, before she could even consider touching Emily like that ever again.

“Why do you think I asked you to stay with me tonight?” She said sheepishly, glad for the low-lit room because she could feel her cheeks burning brighter than the sun. Emily finally allowed herself to look her in the eye, only to be met with unadulterated fear and raw vulnerability. Alison’s heart was thumping, so quickly she was scared it was going to stop altogether. She wasn’t quite sure how this evening had ended up like this, the only thing that she was sure of was that she had never felt more ready. She had never, in her 23 years of decision making, been more sure of herself and her choice.

“I’m sorry it took me so long” She began, her voice more confident than she had envisioned. More confident than she felt herself. “you’d have thought I would have been a more sure of myself” Emily’s breath was caught in her throat, not daring to say anything partly because she was petrified that Alison would change her mind, but mainly because the words would not come out, stuck inside her because of the elation and terror that had sparked in her bloodstream, setting her alight “God knows I usually am. Or at least, I used to be.” That was when she tore her gaze away from Emily’s. She couldn’t bare looking at her as the words stumbled out, the fear of Emily laughing in her face or telling her that she wasn’t worth it any more too strong and too paralysing to be faced with. “The only thing is, I’m only really sure of anything when I’m with you, Em” Emily watched as she fiddled endearingly with her thumbs, too scared of herself to keep her head up, too apprehensive to place her hands in Emilys. “when I’m not with you I don’t feel right. I don’t feel like I’m me.” she pressed her hands to her chest, slightly shifting her position so that her head was further up the pillow, closer to Emily, who was so still for a second she thought something may have happened. “I squandered it, though. I just thought it was because you were the best friend I’ve ever had, and assumed it was normal” Emily took her hand, reaching out for Alison’s cheek, placing her hand against it, her heart breaking at the heat that she was met with.

“Look at me” Emily said. Alison’s gaze was slow, but with a sobering finesse the two locked eyes, sweeping them out of reality. “trust me. Please.” At hearing Emilys softening tone, a glaze of tears appeared, releasing themselves from Alison’s throat, begging to be liberated.

“I didn’t understand what people meant when they talked about love” Alison’s voice trembled on the last word “it was a meaningless concept. Kinda like a myth to me” Emily thought back to Ali’s childhood; her parents- a mother who buried her to protect another,and a father who abandoned her when it became unbearable. A brother who only stayed around when there was an emergency, and best friends who cornered her, happily sending her to jail for the rest of her pathetic life. A sister who was using her to escape the confines of her mental hospital; and a husband who strapped her down and tortured her, isolating her from everything. Slowly sending her into a state of insanity.

“it’s real. I know it’s hard for you to believe that , but it’s real. Ali, I promise” She inched ever closer to Ali, wanting her to know that she was there, no matter what form or entity that consisted of, she was there.

“I know that now, Em. It’s been in front of me this whole time and I didn’t even realise it” one tear broke through her “I’ve always been scared of what I don’t understand. That’s why it took me so long to let everything click together in my head.” She took a moment, appreciating this final second before everything was going to change. Appreciating the way Emily looked at her, her eyes gleaming a rich brown, like they held the secrets of the earth, controlled the ancient trees of forbidden forests. Memorized the delicate twist of her smile, cautious but gleaming, as if she were embracing something she had known was coming for so long. The sandy complexion of her skin, like the fire-gold of dawn, drawing her in , never really letting her go. “I’m in love with you, Em. Of course I am.” As the words were finally free, so were her tears. It was as if every emotion she had ever suppressed, every self-deprecating thought and negative feeling, suddenly exploded out of her, exhilarated to be vindicated. She tried to hide her tears through discreet sniffles and her bright, yet somehow broken,smile. “I’m just so sorry I didn’t know this before” Emily was soaring. She was convinced she was dreaming; that she would soon thrash awake to find herself rotting in a cell and this was all a figment of her imagination. But she couldn’t focus on herself, as the girl who had just bared her soul to her was breaking next to her, tears staining her pillow. She leaned forward, pulling her into her embrace as she wept on her shoulders, sending her pyjama shirt into wet mess. “I’m not sad” Alison clarified through her tears.

“I know” Emily promised her, stroking her arm as she held her.

“I’m relieved” Ali tried to explain further how she felt, clinging onto Emily as if she was going to topple off the bed if she let go “because I’m not me without you. And now you know. And I know what that means.”

“You’re so relieved you feel as if you may break into a million pieces because there’s nothing forcing you into shape any more” Emily guessed, holding her ever closer. Alison looked at her, as if seeing her truly for the first time.

“That’s it” she said, her voice steadily firming up again, the wobbles becoming less frequent. Emily didn’t say anything, instead letting Ali comfortably find her place curled into her, wrapping her arm around her and resting her head on top of her head, knowing she wouldn’t be letting her go for hours to come. “what happens now” she whispered after a few minutes. Emily breathed deeply.
“We wake up tomorrow. We go to the doctors. We take it a step at time.” Ali sighed, her breathing gradually evening out, feeling rested now she was in Emily’s arms.

“I know I’ve got issues” she muttered.

“I’ve got ‘em too” Emily pointed out. “we’ll figure this out, Ali” She pressed a light kiss against the top of her drying hair, marvelling in the smell of vanilla. Ali couldn’t say anything for a minute.

“Em, I don’t know how to love you” she confessed, fighting against the instinct that was racing through her to cry, to break down and turn herself crazy. But she fought hard, remembering that, if in the end, she had Emily, every single second of pain would be worth it “All I know is that I do. With everything I am. But I don’t know if that will be enough” She was beginning to sound more comfortable, at least with the fact that she could be honest.

“Like I said” Emily reassured her, her words steady “one step at time. We’ll figure it out. There’s no rush” Emily’s voice was soothing, but underneath the surface her own fears boiled. Fears of their past stirring up, fears that she knew were irrational. Fears that she couldn’t bare to spill, at least not yet, because the amount of courage it had taken for Ali to admit what she had admitted was something that she would never bring herself to destroy. Alison’s eyes met hers, and this time she wasn’t afraid to bend down and close the space between them. It was a kind of kiss neither had experienced before, not even with each other. It sent them to another world, it alighted something deep within them that was indescribable. It was different because this time Alison had accepted who she was, and who she loved. A feeling of warmth over took the pair of them, because it was kiss that said more than any other. Alison was releasing so much of herself and it was impossible not to feel it as her lips gently moved with Emily’s, it was adrenaline inducing. Goosebumps trailed Alison’s skin as Emily’s hands explored every surface of her body and she felt truly alive for the first time in weeks, as if everything going on in the outside now was just so insignificant to what transpired between the two of them. Emily was gentle with Ali, as if scared she was going to break her. Ali resisted the fragility and injected passion; fire, demanding focus. Whether they were a couple, or whether they still had problems that they had to overcome, at that point it didn’t matter. Because this time Alison loved Emily. This time she knew that she loved Emily. This time they were both in love with each other, and as the world froze, their bodies tangled, heat and passion building, it was so easy to forget their problems.  It was so easy to just let themselves welcome each other home.