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supersayianminer16  asked:

Does equestria have a navy? And if so what is composed of?

Would perhaps be more apt to call it a neigh-vy, right?

Jokes aside, there’s a navy. It’s comprised of boats, and ponies. Don’t know if you were expecting anything else but those are usually the components necessary for a navy. Well, I suppose a few buildings too, for administrative purposes, and associated furniture and stationery.

dancingpenguins  asked:

Oh I wanted to say I really loved the last chapter of Winter Song. Its such a lovely story. <3 I was wondering if you were going to put in any of Yuuri's skate in future chapters? I know this story is supposed to fill in the blanks so to speak but I am really curious as to what Victor was thinking in those moments.

Thank you! I haven’t decided yet how much of the Free Skate performance I’m going to cover in WS, but my current plan is “not much” - simply because you can actually hear both Yuuri and Victor’s thoughts during that scene. (In the anime, I mean.) I feel like everything they’re thinking is made clear, and I’ve already hinted at a lot of it in prior chapters. But if you have questions about anything, let me know. I could do a meta.

For WS, it really depends on how the pacing feels when I get the chapter written out. How something feels in an outline is very different from how it feels when you write the actual scene.

As an example, every single word you read in the last chapter was not in my original outline, but when I tried to skip straight to the Free Skate, it just didn’t feel right. (That’s part of why I was so frustrated. I couldn’t make it work.) That “day off” in between needed to be there.

We’ll see what happens. At a minimum, I would cover how they felt after the performance but not necessarily show the performance itself.

anonymous asked:

Hello? Did you respond to my comments on some of your YouTube videos? I just wanted some pretty cool speedpaint videos!

ur on anon how the fuck am I supposed to know which comments were yours

even if I did know, I have comments disabled on all recent speedpaints AND I never reply to YouTube comments AND I don’t take requests so ur wasting ur time here

anonymous asked:

Thank you for your quick reply, how about something with trixie and the fact the he left?

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“Mom, is Lucifer okay? We haven’t seen him since you were at the hospital.”

What she was supposed to tell her daughter? That he left them? Left her? That he ran away because people never change? That he ran away before that thing between them even started? That he was a coward and didn’t even have the courage to tell her that he didn’t want to start a thing? That he seemed to care about her but that was a lie? Even if he never lies, as he says.
Chloe couldn’t reply. She really didn’t know what to say. Trixie was so attached to Lucifer and telling her the truth wasn’t an option.
She didn’t want to lie but at the same time she didn’t want to hurt her girl.

“He needs to take care of few things, you know, for his club.” She said caressing Trixie’s arm.

“Will he be out for a long time? He didn’t say goodbye.”

“I don’t know. I think quite a bit, Monkey.”
And he should stay away for real because she won’t be able to stop herself from killing him if she ever found him in front of her again.
He didn’t reply to her calls, to her messages. He just covered his stuff with white clothes and went away. Not a word, not a letter, not a goodbye.

“I miss him too, mommy.”

But she didn’t miss him, not at the moment.
She wasn’t sad. She was angry.
Angry because she felt betrayed.
Angry because, despite their moments, they were friends and friends don’t disappear in a matter of two hours.
Angry because once again she put trust in the wrong person.
Angry because he went through hell to find that antiserum.

Angry because she was lying to herself.

Angry because, despite all, she was missing him too.

anonymous asked:

how about reader going off on bakugou for having a huge pride!!!

I don’t think this is exactly what you asked for but it just came to my mind and I hope you enjoy it!

You and Katsuki were both studying together at your home since your parents weren’t there that meant could have a quality time to study without any distractions, however he seemed to be extra angry today and that was bothering both of you

“Bakugou is there something wrong?”

You asked taking your eyes out of the book noticing the guy was just sitting beside you with his arms crossed and looking through the window visibly upset

“None of your business”

He replied in his usual tone

“It is my business if you’re not studying when you’re supposed to”

You were never someone that would shut up when something bothered you

“Shut up you’re not my fucking mom!”

This time he turned to see you and replied even more angry than before

“Oh but you know what?!”

Being done with his attitude you slammed your hands on the table and got up looking at him of course from a taller position.

“I’m fucking tired of you being such an asshole all the time even to people that don’t deserve it, you always think you’re better than everyone else even to the point that you won’t accept help or a little criticism, guess what we’re on my house right now and we’re supposed to be studying so you either put that pride of yours down or you can get out of my house and ask someone else to study with you”

Almost like one of Bakugou’s explosions you got everything in your mind out in just a minute leaving the boy speechless for a moment before he got up took his things and left your house without a sound.

The next day he appeared on your house again, he did not apologize or told you what was making him mad in the first place but he indeed acted more calm, he was still bakugou but this time he knew he was dealing with someone as stubborn and easy to make angry as him.

y'all were joking that Sombra would reveal the gay characters, but that might be true af, because like she said in her origins video, she finds people’s weakness. During a match she could provoke the other characters by threatning to hurt their loved ones, and the way they reply can easily tell how much they care for their supposed lover.
Just imagine.

Sombra: “That omnic monk might be useful to have under my control. I can easily hack him.”
Genji: “I won’t let you harm my master.”

Sombra: “It would be such a pity if Mercy’s valkyrie suit just happened to malfuction middair *giggle*”
Pharah: “Don’t you dare./While I’m here nothing bad will happen to her.”

Sombra: “In a blink of an eye, I can get rid of Tracer.”
Widowmaker: “Back away. She is my target.”

Sombra: *talking to Roadhog* “Let me try to find a picture of what your real face looks like.”
Junkrat: “Oi, leave my big lug alone.”

“I can’t believe Dean and Cas made out.”

Cas shrunk back from walking into the library at the sound of Sam ’s voice – for very good reasons.

He heard the unconvinced noise Mary made as she shrugged before replying. “It broke the spell and saved the town – it’s not hard to believe they’d do it… For the greater good.”

Sam still sounded agitated although Cas agreed with Mary – and he should know better than them about it. “No, Mom, we were all in the room. All the ritual asked for was a kiss… I mean what if all we needed to do was something like me giving you a peck on the cheek? It was a vaguely phrased spell.”

“I suppose so…”

Sam had gone into full ranting mode – “And – even if it had to be a kiss on the mouth – Cas could have kissed any of us. There were options. He could have kissed you, or, well, he was standing right next to me when Dean read the thing out, and a lot of people were going to die really soon. I’d take one for the team.”

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Tells Your Story, Part 1/5, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is asked to be a part of the Hamilton Mixtape.

Word Count: 1084

Author’s Note: My first intentional multi-chapter fic! Let’s see how this goes…’Finest muffins and bagels in all the land’ is, of course, a sweet, sweet West Wing reference found here!

Warnings: Cursing, slow burning, whoops totally didn’t edit this…

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You were supposed to be on vacation.

Six months of uninterrupted silence, the first hiatus you had taken since you got your start nearly ten years ago. No touring, no television appearances, a real vacation.

Your record label had other plans.

It was nearly 1 AM when you received a frantic email, completely going against the break you had fought so hard for. A collaboration with a time constraint. You would have to go in and rework some song for a project they weren’t allowed to name.

You rolled your eyes as you skimmed the email, ready to reply with a single ‘no’ and go back to bed.

Lin requested you specifically.

Oh. Well, that certainly changed things.

You immediately sprang into a sitting position and replied a simple ‘yes’ before you could stop yourself.

How could you say no? He was most certainly one of the most interesting artists to come out of the shadows recently, and he wanted to work with you.

Within a minute, you received a reply. A phone number. You dialed it within seconds. You didn’t think about the consequences of calling a dream collaborator at 1 in the morning.

It answered on the first ring.

“Is this who I think it is?” He asked, voice awfully cheerful for the hour of the day.

“Well, I’m no Meryl Streep, but I’ll do.” He let out a single loud, unashamed laugh.

“You said yes?” He asked, voice the tiniest bit desperate.

“I believe my exact words were ‘holy shit let’s do it’.” You answered, “I’m at your service, sir.” You added, just for good measure.

“Let’s get to work.”

You made plans to meet at a studio later that day because you both were just that impatient to get started.

A minute after you had finally hung up, at least an hour later, your phone dinged with a message from Lin.

You opened it excitedly, met with a picture of music sheets. Specifically, the music sheets fro ‘Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story’.

You certainly had trouble falling asleep with that on your mind.

The next morning, you shuffled into a tiny, deserted recording studio with a bag full of breakfast pastries and an insane idea in your mind.

Lin was already there, perched at the piano, sipping on a to-go coffee. He stood as your entered, frazzled and full of energy despite your considerate lack of sleep last night.

The both of you stood silent for a moment. You raised the bag of pastries.

“The finest muffins and bagels in all the land.” You told him, face splitting into a grin.

“Holy shit, I’m in love with you.” He said, moving forward to help you unpack the food.

You got to work immediately with mouthfuls of bagels and muffins in between. You bounced ideas off each other. You hesitated with the one that had been on your mind since he had given you the song of choice, and he could tell you were holding back a bit.

“What if…” You started, laughing at how he immediately leaned forward, ready for the most breathtaking idea in the world, “…hear me out! Instead of sampling the original cast harmonies and backing, we get all the artists you’re already getting to record harmonies in the characters they’re already taking?”

He looked dumbfounded for a moment.

“Are you fucking serious?” He asked.

“Yes?” He rushed to flip through his notebook, stopping at a single, sloppy page.


Eliza = Y/N

Sample mixtape artists to do backup vocals.

You laughed at just how happy you were to be doing this with him. Him, excitedly banging on the piano as you followed along on sheet music, taking notes to put your own spin on it. You worked for hours on end, taking occasional coffee and food breaks.

You had to stop each other from diving into conversations about anything, both of you seemingly in tune with the other perfectly. During one of your many breaks, your phone continuously dinged with emails and texts.

Just to put a stop to it, you finally picked it up. You scrolled through a few dozen texts of excitement, all asking about Lin and how the two of you became collaborators. You racked your brain for who you could have told this information to.

Your eyes flicked to Lin for a moment, and you remembered who you were dealing with. You immediately opened twitter.

@Lin_Manuel: History is happening in Manhattan w/ @Y/N.

Attached was a picture of you slumped over the piano, the sheet music barely readable, but you were certain people would be able to put the pieces together.

You tapped on his ‘Tweets and replies’ to see a small thread of him answering questions, all about you. You heart hammered as the compliments came pouring in. You eventually stopped at the most recent tweet, a picture of the food you had picked up this morning.

@Lin_Manuel: She brought me the ‘finest muffins and bagels in all the land’. SHES A DREAM GUYS.

Out of the corner of your eyes you noticed Lin still tapping away furiously at his phone, but a distinctive lack of tweets in the last half hour.

He had been happily cataloging this morning on twitter for 1 million people to see, but he really only cared about one person’s opinion.

Since your 1AM talk that morning, he had been in full panic mode. Chris has been his go-to since he could remember, and this was no exception. He had been texting Chris all morning, in panicky all-caps.

He had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

when he had offhandedly spoken about you to a few producers, he didn’t think they would drag you out of vacation for this. He certainly didn’t think you would happily be along for the ride.

He imagined you being nice, and interesting to work with. A long time fan, he had heard nothing but praise when it came to you. It was all an understatement to what he saw upon meeting.

You were funny and loose and holy shit all he could think about was other things you could do with your lips besides sing his song.

That’s where Chris came in. He needed to call him, he needed to sit down with the false President and have him personally slap him out of it. He needed someone to tell him not to fall in love with you.

It was probably already too late.

anonymous asked:

i'm a babysitter and i was picking kids up from school and babysitting them from 3-7. i cooked them some food and then we went to the park. we came back home an hour or two before their parents were supposed to get home. it's now 8 and their parents still aren't here, i've been texting them since 7 but they won't reply. if yo worried so i called the kid's aunt. she traced their phones, these assholes ran away to ARIZONA leaving me with their kids. i had to call the cops bc of child abandonment

Good for you calling the cops on them! WTF IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE!? I remember hearing about a recent sad case where a woman just left her kids alone for a week while she went on vacation with her new bf. How the fuck do these kinds of people have kids when couples that are perfect in every way can’t get pregnant? FUCK this pisses me off! Every part of me wants to know every detail about the justice that hammers down on these horrible people. If you find out anything let us know. I mainly want to know the kids are safe at the very least. Who knows how many times they’ve pulled this shit. You deserve a medal, a pancake breakfast, a new car, and a standing ovation. You did right by those lil ones. -Abby

A First For Everything

Originally posted by the-walking-dead-art

Summary: Negan takes Lexi’s virginity

Pairing: Negan x Lexi

Warning: Smut, Violence

You were sitting on your bed in your tiny room when you heard a knock on the door. Before you could answer Sasha walked in, “some of Negan’s men are here, Rick told me to come get you”.  “Negan’s men are here?, I thought they weren’t supposed to come pick up their share until next week” you replied. “Hmph, don’t expect people like them to follow their own word” Sasha said as she walked out of your room. You quickly got up and threw on your oversized denim jacket and walked out to find everyone standing by the gate looking at each other in confusion. You joined them and glanced over at Rick who looked just as confused as everyone else. There were four Saviors standing in front of the group, two you didn’t recognize and two you remembered named Simon and Dwight. Dwight was looking around at the group and at the other Alexandrian’s, especially the women, when his gaze fell upon you and remained there as Simon began to speak. “Hello again, you sorry fucks. We’re here for a pickup”, he then gave a big devious grin. “You’re a week early, we don’t have all your supplies yet” stated Rick. Simon chuckled and took a few steps forward, “oh we’re not here for supplies Ricky boy, you see Negan’s getting a little bored of his wives, and no other girls back home are striking his fancy. So he’s relied on me and Dwight here’s good taste to pick out one of these bitches to bring back to him”. You leaned over and looked at the other girls standing around you, who all looked just as shocked as you did, until everyone looked back over at you with even more horror than before. Confused you looked straight again and saw Dwight standing right in front of you now. “Hey Simon, take a look at this one!” he called out. Simon was now looking at you too and strided over, “well hello beautiful, what’s your name?” he asked. You swallowed the lump in your throat and began to speak, “L-Lexi, my name is Lexi”. Simon and Dwight looked at each other and grinned, then they both grabbed one of your arms and began pulling you towards their truck. “Stop!” yelled Rick, as he started to run after them, until one of the other Saviors hit him in the gut and he fell to the ground in pain. Simon and Dwight shoved you into the truck and got in, as the other two Saviors shut the gate behind them and jumped in too.

 The truck was off and awhile later you arrived in front of Negan’s compound.  The gate opened and you drove in. The Saviors jumped out of the truck and Simon grabbed your arm and pulled you out. “I’ll take her to the boss man” he said to Dwight, who nodded at him then gave you a wink before walking off. You looked around terrified, this was the first time you’ve ever been inside Negan’s compound, and the first time you’ve ever met Negan or even seen him in the flesh. Your heart started racing as Simon brought you to Negan’s door and knocked on it. There was a short pause, then a deep, gravelly voice began to speak, “fuck off!”. “It’s Simon boss, I brought your new little playmate”. “Why the fuck didn’t you say so, come in” replied the deep voice. Simon opened the door, pushed you in, and closed the door behind him. Negan was sitting at his desk, looking down at a notepad with a pen in hand; he didn’t even bother looking up. “You found someone fast” he mumbled. “Dwight picked this one, she’s an Alexandrian” Simon replied, Negan chuckled “Rick the pricks probably pissed..good”. Finally he put his pen down and looked up at you with a smirk. You felt butterflies flutter around your stomach, he was gorgeous. You were never really interested in older men, but you’ve never seen one like Negan. Negan stood up and walked over to you and Simon. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, you saw his leather jacket slung over the chair at the desk, and the bat you’ve heard so much about, Lucille, layed against his desk. Negan’s slicked back black hair was starting to unslick itself, and pieces fell to his face which he pushed back. “Hi sweetheart, I’m Negan, what’s your name?” Negan said as he looked you up and down.  “Her names Lexi” Simon said sounding proud of himself. Negan looked over at him, “did I fucking ask you?”. The proud voice slipped away as Simon muttered a low “no, sir”. “Get the fuck out” Negan said and Simon quickly turned around and left.

 Negan looked back at you and smiled, “aren’t you a pretty little thing” he raised one hand and stroked your cheek. You flinched, “p-please I don’t want to stay here, I want to go home” you whispered looking down. “Don’t worry doll, little Negan here just wants the feel of some new pussy, then I’ll have Simon and Dwight take you home”.  You remained quiet and kept your gaze down at the floor. “Look doll, I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to, if you want to leave so fucking badly you can go, I’ll get Dwight and Simon to find me someone else”. Negan gave a disappointed sigh and turned around. “No!” you said loudly, surprising yourself and Negan. Negan spinned around and locked eyes with you. “I-I’ll do it, it’s just that I’m..a virgin” you started to blush. “No motherfucking way” he said with a chuckle. “Oh baby, don’t be embarrassed, don’t be embarrassed at fucking all. I wanted new pussy, I wasn’t expecting that fucker Dwight to find pussy this new, he deserves a fucking promotion”. You felt slightly relieved that Negan was okay with it, but you were nervous that it was going to hurt and that you wouldn’t be able to please him like the other women he’s been with can. You looked down and noticed that he was already getting an erection, the thought that you were making a man like Negan this excited made you unbelievably aroused. Negan cupped your face and brought it up so that he could look into your eyes. “You’ll get to feel him soon enough sweetheart” he said gently. You giggled but quickly stopped when he slipped one of his hands behind your neck and began softly yet passionately kissing you, the feel of his scratchy salt and pepper beard against your soft face sent shivers through your whole body. He slipped his warm, wet tongue into your mouth and you let out a quiet moan. He then picked you up with one arm and carried you over to his desk, with the other arm he pushed his notepad and pen to the floor and placed you on top.  He pulled his lips away from yours and began to take your denim jacket off, which he threw onto his chair with his jacket, and lifted up your shirt and threw it on the floor.  He started to kiss you again, but slowly started kissing and nibbling your ear, then kissed down to your neck, giving a few hard, wet kisses that were sure to leave a bruise. You wrapped your legs around his waist, as you felt his big, rough hands slip around your back and begin unhooking your bra, he unhooked it with ease. “You’ve done that before, haven’t you?” you asked with a giggle. You could feel Negan smirk against your neck. He then continued kissing down until he got to your breasts; he grabbed one of your nipples in his mouth and began softly sucking on it, as you gasped. His hands now moved down to the front of your jeans, he began unbuttoning them and pulled them off along with your now drenched panties, all while keeping your nipple in his mouth. He took a few steps back and looked at your completely naked body.

 “Enjoying the view?” you asked, “baby, you have no fucking idea” he replied.  He placed each hand on one of your legs and pushed them open, exposing your soaked pussy. He slid his face right into it and you felt his tongue flicking your clit. Negan put one of his hands on your chest and gently pushed you down so you were laying fully on your back. His licks were getting faster, and he pushed his face in even more adding pressure.  You gave out a loud moan this time and threw in a “fuck, Negan”.  You looked down between your legs, and saw him looking up at you giving you a little wink, before pulling his mouth away. “I’m gonna stick a finger in baby, just to make sure you’re a little more ready for the real deal. And if you moan loud enough for me, I’ll stick a second one in….you ready?”. You gave a small nod and grabbed onto the sides of the desk as you felt his middle finger slid into your hole. “Fuck your wet” he whispered in a heavy voice. You let out a big gasp as he slowly thrusted his finger in and out of you. It surprisingly wasn’t as painful as you were expecting, it felt amazing. “P-Put the second one in” you moaned, Negan looked up at you and smirked “already? You sure?”. “Just fucking do it Negan, please” you whimpered, “well, alright doll”. Slowly Negan slipped in another finger and gently started finger fucking you and curving his fingers upwards so they were hitting your g-spot. You felt a warm knot form and just when you thought it couldn’t feel any better Negan began sucking on your clit. The knot grew bigger and felt so warm you couldn’t stand it anymore. You started grinding your pussy against his face and fingers and started whimpering “fuck..fuck..fuck” as you came all over him. Negan stood back up and slid his fingers out of you and sucked on them, before wiping the pussy juice residue off of his face and beard. 

“I think that’s the sweetest cherry pie, I’ve ever had the fucking pleasure to try, doll”. He then once again scooped you up but this time carried you over to his huge king-sized bed, that had deep red silk sheets neatly draped over it. He laid you down and pulled off his shirt while you began unbuttoning his jeans as he done earlier for you. You slid his jeans down to the floor and looked and his full on erection that was now only being covered by his white boxer briefs. His ‘little Negan’ wasn’t little at all. Negan pulled his underwear down and you took in the sight of all his love. “Lay back baby, I’ll fucking take care of you” he whispered into your ear. You did as you were told and laid back, at this point you’d do anything he asked of you.  Negan lifted his hand to his mouth and spit into it before stoking himself getting his cock slippery. “Aren’t you going to get a condom?” you asked.  “Don’t worry doll, my pull-out skills are honed”, you didn’t know why but you trusted Negan and let him continue without the condom. Negan grabbed his cock and slowly put it to your entrance and began sliding it up and down over your folds and around your clit, before carefully sliding into your gushing hole. You threw your head back; his cock had way, way more girth than his two fingers. He gently thrusted into you, letting your tight walls adjust to him. You bit onto your finger trying to silence the moans that were flooding out of you. ”I wanna hear it..moan for me” Negan said roughly as he was already breathing heavy and letting out little grunts here and there. You stopped biting your finger and grabbed onto the silky sheets and let your moans pour out. “That’s what I like to hear” Negan said his voice so deep and gravelly yet smooth like velvet. He began picking up the pace and started thrusting faster and faster, the sounds of each other’s moans and his body slapping against yours filled the room. “I’m gonna fucking cum Lexi” Negan roughly moaned. Your eyes rolled back as he continued rocking into you, until he pulled out and finished on your pubic region. He let out heavy gasps as he tried catching his breath, then he flopped down onto the bed beside you. You laid there and looked up at the ceiling as you came down from the ecstasy you were feeling. “Goddamnit baby, that pussy is fucking heaven” he mumbled. By now it was late and you looked over at Negan “should I leave now?” you asked. He looked over at you, “by all means if you want to leave you can you satisfied the fuck out of me doll, but you can always clean yourself off and stay the night, I can get Dwight or Simon to drive you home in the morning, after round two?”. “I’d like that” you replied with a smile as you gave Negan a kiss before going into the bathroom to clean off.

one time i was asked by someone if i were a half-asian, and i replied that i was 100% chinese. and they’re like “oh i thought you were half because you hang out with white people.” like… okay 1. i have asian friends too lol 2. i didn’t know that just because i’m asian i’m supposed to only hang out with asians. that doesn’t make me any less asian to hang out with some white people lmao. i wasn’t super offended but i don’t get why is there a stereotype that all asians hang out in groups and only talk to each other??

She Who Wanders (Pharmercy)


Super freakin late, but happy birthday @hana-blogs ​!?!!?! You arty, you awesome, you so sweet I think you eat sugar for breakfast every morning. Also, borrowed your headcanon here ;p Hope you like it.

Stole Adelah from @spatialheather to use in this one. Thanks yo.


Fareeha Amari.

Or, as Hana once called her, “Fareeha ‘I like to wander Pharah way and give everyone heart attacks and then insist I was never lost’ Amari.”

“I’m not that bad,” Fareeha protested the first time.

“Yes, you are,” the entire squad echoed in response.

“Okay, maybe I am,” Fareeha finally admitted when she returned to their field base in Nepal, carrying an armful of kittens and covered in soot, having saved them from a burning building.

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trivia night

Request: oh my goodness this is so random, but can I request a lin x reader where they go to a trivia night w some of the reader’s family and lin is unsure of how they feel about him, but once it starts lin gets like every question correct and they love him, and it’s just fluffy and cute.

Words: 2063

Pairing: Lin x Reader

a/n: So, I didn’t realize until after I was done this that it was supposed to be with the reader’s family so I’m sorry! Hope you still enjoy!

“Come on (Y/N)!” Jasmine pleaded, tugging on your arm as you tried to make a break for your dressing room.

“Jasmine, it’s a couple’s trivia night. Need I remind you I am very much single.” You replied, dragging out the word single. Since you arrived at the Richard Rodgers theatre this morning your friend has been pestering you to come to the trivia night she and Anthony were hosting after the show. Now, you loved trivia as much as the next person, the only problem was that you guys wouldn’t be playing normal trivia, it was couple’s trivia.

“What about if you and Lin go together!” She suggested all too happily, trailing behind you, the skirts of her costume noisily swishing along.

“Lin and I couldn’t possibly know enough about each other to succeed, we’d lose by such a big margin.” You pointed out, finally making it to your shared dressing room and turning to face you friend.

“Well don’t come to win, come to hang out with your friends! You never hang out with us outside of this theatre. I’m hurt you know.” She was giving you the puppy dog look at this point so you rolled your eyes. You did feel a little bad. It’s true you hadn’t been spending as much time as you should with your friends, life was just so hectic between being a dancer for Hamilton and working at a dance studio.

“Fine.” You finally relented, rolling your eyes. “If you can get Lin to agree then I’ll come to your trivia night Jazz.”

“Yay! You’re the best (Y/N)!” She cheered, wrapping you in a tight hug before running off to no doubt rope Lin into it. He’d probably be a lot easier to coerce into it just because he was too damn nice. Not that you were complaining, she could have picked a worse partner for you.

After the show, you were exhausted. And sweaty. And your feet were killing you.  And just wanted to go home, shower, and sleep. But relaxation wasn’t in the cards for you.

“(Y/N)!” A familiar voice chirped and you internally groaned. “Lin agreed to tonight! Be at my apartment for ten!”

“Alright, alright.” You sighed, smiling tiredly at Jasmine as she danced past you giggling.

After doing a few quick stretches, you slowly stripped out of you costume and into sweatpants and a sweater. You gathered your things, smiling and waving to your cast mates as they trickled out, most of them going home for the night. You were just a tad jealous.

“(Y/N)!” Someone called and you knew who it was before even turning around.

“Hey Lin.” You greeted, smiling at the man. He was slightly out of breath and looked like he had run to catch up to you.

“So, about tonight, I hope you don’t think it’s weird or anything. I know you agreed but if it makes you uncomfortable we don’t have to I’m sure Jasmine will under-“

“Lin, it’s fine.” You laughed, interrupting the man’s babbling. His cheeks flushed the slightest bit which only made you laugh more. He was cute, you knew that. He was also smart, funny, intelligent and a million other things.

“Okay, well, see ya tonight?”

“See ya tonight.” You agreed, turning back around and walking out the door, missing the way his eyes followed you.

You didn’t have much time in-between the show and getting to Jasmine’s apartment so you took a quick shower and threw on a pair of leggings and a sweater before rushing out of your apartment. Though you would be cutting it close, you knew there was no way you’d make it through the night without caffeine so you stopped by one of the many coffee shops on the way to grab the largest cup of coffee you could.

By pure coincidence, you recognized a familiar mop of brown hair tucked away in a beanie standing in line when you walked it.

“Lin!” You called out and the man whipped around, stumbling a bit from tripping over his own feet. “Sorry, did I startle you?”

“No, no! Okay, maybe a little. What are you doing here? That’s a dumb question, we’re in a coffee shop what else would you be doing here? And now I’m blabbering so I’m going to shut up. Hello (Y/N).” His face was once again flushed pink and you giggled.

“So you needed coffee too huh?” You asked, changing the subject to save the man from more embarrassment.

“Yes.” He sighed. “The shows plus all the interviews and other projects I’m working on has me stretched a little thin.”

“I know the feeling.” You sympathized. “The show plus teaching dance classes has me going nonstop.”

The two of you shared a look before bursting out laughing, much to the confusion of the other patrons.

“You know, we’re probably going to be late getting to Jasmine’s.” Lin warned, glancing at his phone as the person in front of the line began to order.

“Look, at least we’re going. If we’re a little late I think she can handle it.” You replied, your fatigue causing you to yawn.

“You don’t have to go, you know. I’m sure Jasmine would understand.” Lin said, concern written all over his face. The sentiment warmed you heart. He was too sweet.

“Nah, I’ll be fine once I get some caffeine in my system. Besides, Jasmine was right, I never hang out with them outside of the theatre anymore. I need to live a little, even if living a little means playing trivia.”

Lin just stared at you for a moment. It was like his deep brown eyes were staring into your very soul. He had old eyes, intelligent eyes, warm eyes. How had you never noticed his eyes before.

“Sir?” The barista interrupted, causing both of you to jump. Embarrassed, he quickly ordered and you followed suit. Despite your protests he ended up paying for your coffee too and the two of you were off. You made it to Jasmine’s at ten after and she glared at you when she swung open the door.

“About time the two of you make it!” She chided as you walked in. “We’ve been waiting for you two to arrive so we could start!”

“Leave them alone, they were probably getting more intimately acquainted.” Renee teased, a mischievous smile on her face that made you blush.

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Phillipa murmured, grinning at your from behind her cup.

“Okay guys, if we’re done teasing let’s get this show on the road!” Jasmine exclaimed and you and Lin sat down.

You weren’t expecting to do well. Sure, you and Lin got along well enough, but you didn’t talk much outside of work and cast parties. Imagine your surprise when questions started being asked and he actually got them right. Birthday? Knew it. Favorite food? Knew it. Favorite song? Knew it.

He was single handedly carrying your team to victory. You knew a lot about Lin just from working with the man for over a year now, but your knowledge didn’t even come close to his.

“How is the couple that’s not a couple is beating the couple’s that are couples?” Anthony groaned as Lin scored your team another point by knowing how you like your coffee. That one was easy, though right? You two had just come from a coffee shop. Still, he paid that much attention to you?

“I just pay attention.” He mumbled, looking down embarrassed. You felt your heart flutter and it surprised you. This was Lin, he was sweet, and kind, and cute; you had never even considered him as an option though. You didn’t think he noticed you at all, that you were just another out of dozens of ensemble members. Apparently, you had been wrong.

“Why don’t you pay that much attention to me?” Jasmine huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at Anthony causing everyone to laugh and Lin to release the tension in his shoulders.

The rest of the night continued in much of the same way, Lin knowing more about you than expected and getting subsequently embarrassed while everyone else laughed at his embarrassment. By the end of the night you were thoroughly exhausted, having polished off the last of your coffee and Jasmine not having any to supply. Unable to support your own body weight you leaned your head onto Lin’s shoulder missing the looks your friends shared.

“Well, I think it’s time we wrap this up, (Y/N) is about to fall asleep on poor Lin over there.” Phillipa laughed, causing you to jerk upright.

“Sorry that I actually enjoy my sleep.” You shot back, stretching your arms above you head, Lin’s eyes shooting to your exposed midriff.

“Maybe Lin should walk you home (Y/N), it’s late and your tired.” Renee suggested.

“I’ll be fine, I’m a big girl.”

“It’s no problem!” Lin quickly interjected, not meeting your eyes when you glanced up at him.

“Are you sure Lin? I’m sure you have an even earlier start than me tomorrow.” You expressed.

“It’s fine, really. Besides, I’d feel better knowing you got home safely.”

“Alright, thanks.” You said, smiling up at the man. “Might as well get moving then.”

“Thanks for coming you guys!” Jasmine exclaimed happily, wrapping you in a hug and then Lin.

“This gets me out of at least three events, of my choosing.” You warned and she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, okay, fine.”

You said your goodbyes to everyone else and the two of you left the apartment.

Nothing was said for a few minutes as you walked side by side down the streets of New York. You weren’t exactly sure what to say. Lin knowing so much about you was a surprise and it made you feel…complicated.

“Did I weird you out?” Lin finally asked, hands shoved in his pockets and looking straight ahead.

“No.” You replied immediately. “I’m…flattered you pay so much attention to me. I wasn’t aware.”

“I always pay attention to you.” He admitted shyly. “It’s hard not to. Anytime you walk into a room I catch myself staring, I can’t help it.”

You were speechless. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“You’re just so…so,” He continued, grasping for words. “So captivating. Everything about you, the way you walk, your laugh, the way your eyebrows scrunch together when your confused, everything. I love everything about you.”

He still wasn’t looking at you and from the glow of the streetlights you could see the blush on his cheeks.

“Lin, you don’t know everything about me.” You said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. He stopped too, turning and finally looking at you. “Honestly there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

He took a deep breath and from the sadness on his face, you could tell he thought you were about to reject him.

“But,” You started and his eyes shot up to meet yours. “Maybe you could learn some more over dinner.”

Lin’s expression didn’t change for a solid ten seconds. He was in shock. But when it finally processed for him, the grin that light up his face should have been illegal. It was too precious.

“Dinner, yes, of course. I would love to have dinner with you.” Lin babbled almost too fast for you to understand what he said.

“Maybe next time Jasmine hosts a trivia night I’ll know some things about you.” You commented, interlinking your fingers with his and smiling up at him.

“Let’s hope.” He responded, grinning down at you.

“What?!” You shrieked, staring at Jasmine in shock as she laughed.

“Look, we all knew Lin had a thing for you, you just needed a little push in realizing it yourself.” She said in-between laughs.

“So you set up a whole trivia night?” You asked in disbelief. You had just told your friend about you and Lin’s date and she proceeded to brag about how she knew her plan to invite the two of you to a couple’s trivia night would work.

“Was it a bit over the top? Probably. But it worked.” She sang, still grinning like a kid in a candy shop.

“Five events. I get a pass for five events.” You emphasized, crossing your arms.

“You’re the worst.” She groaned.

“Not according to Lin.” You pointed out happily.

Marrying Jung Hoseok

Marrying Bangtan Series: Park Jimin

Originally posted by joeguk

  • You were about to go to bed after a long marathon of all your favorite kdramas, which had subsequently led you to laughing, smiling and crying simultaneously, when knuckles rapping loudly against the door made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 
  • “W-Who is it?” You asked cautiously, walking towards the door with slow steps. 
  • “It’s me” 
  • “Hobi, what’re you doing here so late?” Your hands reached for the door but you stopped yourself, “We aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding, is everything okay?” 
  • “Yeah,” His voice was unsure and you leaned against the door, “I-I was just wondering if you were, I don’t know, having second thoughts?”
  • His question caught you off guard, worry and anxiety striking your heart
  • “I’m not, are you?” You replied back, voice steady and calm
  • “No but I just,” You could hear a stifled cry, “I just don’t want you to regret this, to regret being with me.”
  • You scoffed at his words, god if only you could open this door, you’d yell at him for even suggesting such a thing.
  • “Baby,” You cooed softly, knowing that yelling wasn’t going to do either of you any good, “I love you and one day, maybe after a few years of being with you, I want to look in the mirror and see someone like you, someone capable of sacrifice, courage and love.”
  • “I could never regret marrying you, Jung Hoseok and I can’t wait to get married to you tomorrow.”
  • You could hear a soft laugh mixed with a sob and smiled softly to yourself. If only you could open the door and hug him, it would’ve been perfect.
  • Damn you and your stupid superstitions.
  • “Ugh, I’m supposed to be the one making you cry, not the other way around.” He chuckled and you could feel his weight pressing against the wood of the door.
  • “Sadist, aren’t you?” You giggled, “Well, I’d stay and talk but I need to go to bed if you don’t want your girl to have raccoon eyes tomorrow.”
  •  “Oh hush,” He remarked, “Fine, sleep well, I’ll be waiting for you at the altar.”
  • “I’ll be the one in white.”
  • The next morning, you woke up calmly and were making yourself a nice cup of tea when your best friend came barging in with a few other girls trailing behind her, no doubt holding multiple bags of make-up, shoes, accessories and whatnot.
  • And when she saw you sitting calmly by the counter, sipping tea.
  • She took a deep breath, willing herself not to yell at you and spoke to you in the most sarcastic of tones
  • “Will your majesty please go have a fucking bath so she can get dressed for her fucking wedding?”
  • “Can’t even speak a full sentence without swearing, can ya?” You chuckled, putting the mug in the sink before going to do as she asked, “God, I should’ve never picked you as my maid of honor.”
  • “Hush,” She replied, pushing you into the room, “The dress is on the bed, please try to hurry up, won’t you?”
  • After that it was a blur of getting dressed and letting her have her way and putting on your makeup and fixing you hair
  • Although you had to admit, the end result was more than worth it.
  • “Thank you so much,” You spoke softly as you neared the venue in your car, your hand gripping hers as she was on the phone, checking with her husband if everything was going well on the groom’s side, “For everything.”
  • “Anything for my best girl.” She chuckled as the car halted to a stop, stepping out before you and helping you with the dress as you walked towards the elevator.
  • Unsurprisingly, your wedding was on the rooftop of the hotel, with enough people there to make it memorable but not messy
  • “Ready to go?” Your father asked, holding his hand out and with a nod, you linked your arm with his as you walked down the aisle.
  • You saw Hoseok, standing under the makeshift arch, looking absolutely perfect and ethereal in his suit with his smile so bright, you almost felt your eyes squeezing shut from the brightness
  • Once you reached him, your father let go of your hands, giving Hoseok an approving pat on his back as he held your hand.
  • And then the priest began reciting all the cliché lines, Hoseok repeating it with fervor and as much as it painied your pride to admit it, you did too
  • And then comes the time for the vows
  • And for you to sob like a three-year old who dropped their ice cream
  • “Baby,” He cooed softly, “I don’t even know where to start, gosh,” He was frazzled, millions of thoughts running through his mind but he settled on a few, “Yesterday, when I was at your door all terrified and scared, your words calmed me down instantly, just like how you help me feel at ease every time I get stressed at work.”
  • “And I just want to say, that you’re the only one in front of whom I can break down, bare myself with all my weaknesses without the slightest bit of hesitation because you, you are the only one who can put me back together.”
  • “And that’s because you make me whole.”
  • In your mind, you’re already remarking, oh great, I won’t be able to say anything because I’m dead, k thanks, peace out
  • So, after a few minutes of sobbing and your cheeks stained with tears you manage to speak:
  • “I may not be the best of people, hell, I’m probably even the worst but you, you make me so unbelievable happy and warm and just so happy. When I’m with you, everything else is secondary to me because to me, you are my priority. You are my sun, moon and stars, shining oh so brightly in my life and illuminating the darkest of my days.”
  • “And even though I doubt I can make you as happy as you make me,” You paused, taking a deep breath, “I will, for the rest of my life, try to love you the best I can.”
  • You can already hear your best friend cry, her husband, Jimin, comforting her in his arms as you leaned in to kiss Hoseok, both your cheeks wet with tears as they pressed against each other yet you had never felt so warm, so happy.
  • Once you break away from the kiss, the priest himself shedding a tear at your vows, officially pronounced you husband and wife, the guests burst into an applause and you smiled embarrassedly as you leaned against Hoseok who has his hand wrapped around his waist.
  • The rest of the evening goes into attending to your guests, engaging in conversations with your friends and receiving some really emotional yet mildly amusing toasts from all of them.
  • As they begin to leave, you and Hoseok head for your room in the hotel, having booked one of the most amazing honeymoon suites that they had to offer.
  • So, you go into your bathroom, putting on the most ridiculous piece of lingerie you had ever seen, yet you had let your best friend convince you into buying it, saying something about how good your ass would look in it.
  • And so, you washed your face, ridding it of the makeup, brushed your hair and put it on, eyeing yourself warily in the mirror but after a few minutes of contemplation, gave up and walked out.
  • Only to find Hoseok lying on the bed in one of the fluffy white bathrobes with a rose in his mouth that hilariously dropped to the floor when he saw you.
  • “Oh, dear lord…”
  • You shifted uncomfortably where you stood, hands flying up to cross at your chest before yelling, “I’m going to go change!”
  • “Don’t you dare, baby girl,” His deep voice grabbed your wrist, pulling you back and slamming you against the wall, “I like it.”
  • And that’s when you realize that domseok has come out to play.
  • But you’ve never been one to back down from a fight.
  • Leaning back, you look cockily at him before speaking in a stern tone
  • “Why don’t you,” Your fingers pulled his chin up, kissing the length of his throat, “Show me how much you like it, babe?”
  • And let’s just say the rest of the night goes rather spectacularly
  • With you whispering about how much you love your husband when he’s begging for you and him whispering back how much he loves his wife when she’s screaming his name at the top of her voice.
  • But in all seriousness, once you’re done with your night’s celebrations and you’re lying comfortably in each other’s embrace holding your hands
  • Your fingers running over the gleaming silver adorning each of your finger’s
  • You can’t help but feel happy, like everything is just the way it was meant to be
  • And you have nothing short of an eternity of it with each other.

Originally posted by jinful

~Admin Sangria (who hopes this killed her wife, Midnight) 

Newt Scamander x reader- Mishap

“That was so much fun!” you yelled as you and Newt left the zoo.

“I’m glad you had fun.” Newt said, walking beside you.

“Some of those animals are amazing, though none of them compare to your creatures.” you said, looking at the case that contained said creatures.

“I suppose so.” Newt agreed. He wanted to say more and go on and on about his fantastic beasts, but he was never the type to brag. He was too modest to.

“Thank you so much for the whole day Newt.” you said, merrily skipping down the sidewalks of New York.

“It was my pleasure.” Newt replied. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you skip, thinking you looked adorable. You had about twenty people looking at you like you were a complete loon, but you didn’t care since you were with Newt, the man you loved.

You loved Newt, that was a fact that you realized long ago. You thought that Newt would never feel the same about you and you have come terms with that. It’s better to accept and move on and keep the friendship instead of trying to make something happen and end up losing him altogether.

“Are we staying with the girls?” you asked.

“No. Tina’s dealing with Magical Congress mishaps and Queenie is with Jacob for the night. But don’t worry, I got us a hotel room.” Newt said, slightly blushing at the Queenie part. You felt your heart flutter a bit when you noticed he did. He was too adorable and innocent for this world. But you stopped when you realized what he said.

“‘A hotel room’? As in just one?” you asked, starting to get nervous and flustered at the idea of sharing a room with Newt. Was Newt planning something? Was he going to do something? You had to admit, you felt kinda happy at the idea of Newt making a move.

“Well, yes, but it’s not what you think! It’s one room but two beds. That’s all they had.” Newt explained once he realized what you were thinking, becoming extremely flustered as well at the ideas.

“Oh okay.” you said, both relieved and saddened by his answer. You quickly tried to get rid of the feeling of sadness you had and the hope that Newts miswording gave you. That was just Newt making a mistake, nothing more.

Little did you know Newt wanted to stupify the hell out of himself for saying that. That was the perfect opportunity and he completely messed it up.

You and Newt continued to head to the hotel and tried to get rid of the awkward mood that had formed around the two of you. Eventually you got to the hotel. You walked into the lobby and sat down and watched Newt go to the front desk to check in. He came back with the key and you went up.

By the time you had gotten to the room, most of the awkward mood that had formed had gone with Newt making awkward and bad jokes that were funny when he told them, something only he could do.

Newt opened the door and took a few steps in before stopping dead in his tracks.

“Newt? Everything okay?” you asked, worried by his sudden stillness. He said nothing as he took a few more steps into the room so you could walk in. You walked in and froze as well. Instead of seeing two beds, you saw one rather small one.

“Newt?” you asked again, slowly turning to him. There’s that sense of hope again. But it quickly died once you saw Newts reaction to the situation.

“They must have messed up the room. I could have sworn I asked for two beds. I’ll be right back.” Newt said, running out of the room. You watched him as he did so before sitting down on the bed, holding your head in your hands.

You had no idea what was going on anymore. You had about fifty emotions go through you in five seconds. After a few minutes, Newt trudged back into the room and you already knew what they said.

“Couldn’t do anything?” you asked.

“Nothing.” Newt replied as he sat down on the bed next to you.

“What are we going to do?” you asked.

“I don’t know. I would sleep in my case but there’s no room in there for me right now. And the whole place is a mess.” Newt replied, fumbling with his case as he pushed it under the bed.

“Well, guess we’ll have to share.” you sighed, trying to keep your composure as you laid down. Newt just nodded in agreement as he turned off the light and climbed into bed next to you, saying nothing out of fear of making the situation more awkward. So both of you could fit, you had to have your back right up against Newts chest.

At first, you were freaking out and constantly fidgeting, causing Newt to ask you if you were okay every five minutes, which wasn’t helping since you found that extremely cute and sweet. But feeling him pressed against your back and feeling his chest fall and rise as he breathed calmed you.

After a while, Newts breathing fell into a steady pace, so you thought he was asleep.

You slowly turned onto your other side and faced Newt, cuddling into his chest. This will never happen again so you might as well enjoy it while it lasts. You looked up and saw Newts peaceful and adorable face. He looked happy for some reason, must be having a nice dream.

With the situation you were in, you couldn’t help it when you brought your hand up and gently placed it on his cheek. You went further and brought yourself closer to him, placing your lips onto his. After keeping them there for only a few seconds, you began to pull away but was brought back when you felt him pull you closer and begin to kiss you back.

You automatically pulled back when you felt all of that and saw that Newt was awake, looking at you with a loving smile.

“I’m so sorry!” you yelled as you scrambled out of the bed, extremely embarrassed that Newt caught you doing that. You thought that he must hate you now, but Newt just kept smiling as he sat up.

“Don’t be.” Newt said, extending his hand out to you. You stared at it for a minute before taking it and sitting back down.

You kept your eyes on Newts hand around yours, afraid to look him in the eye. You waited for him to pull away but instead felt yourself starting to lean forward. You looked up and immediately felt Newts lips on your own once again.

You froze for only a minute before falling into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could hardly believe what was happening. You were kissing Newt Scamander, something you only dreamed of doing.

And he was perfect. His lips were so soft and warm against yours. He was being as gently as he could possibly be while still putting so much passion into the kiss.

Newt slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. You had to cling to him so you didn’t pass out. He was a way better kisser then you thought he’d be.

Eventually, both of you pulled away for air. Newt moved his hand up and cupped your face in his hands.

“I’m in love with you, Newt, have been for a while now. I never said anything because I was afraid.” you admitted, unable to keep it in with what just happened. Newts smile broadened upon hearing that.

“I love you too (F/N), don’t be afraid. It feels amazing to finally be able to say that to you.“ Newt said, hardly able to contain his excitement. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh when you noticed Newt start to fidget as he got more anxious.

“What’s so funny?” Newt asked, noticing your smile and laugh.

“Nothing. I’m just really happy.” you smiled.

“As am I.” Newt chuckled lightly before bringing you into a gentle embrace.

“Did you really not plan any of this?” you asked.

“Nothing. It was one big mishap that I’m so glad happened.” Newt said, lightly kissing the top of your head.

Both of you laid back with you snuggling into Newts chest again and Newt wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you close, eventually falling asleep.

I was working at The Glitter F**k Palace last christmas and was on register due to a totally packed store. Lines 7-8 people deep. I pick up a phone call (because none of my actual cashiers who are SUPPOSED to be answering phones will) and I get a lady asking about our xmas trees. Now, I can handle phone calls and check out and the same time pretty damn well, but this lady, dear god…she to forever to get to the point and finally asked if we had any xmas trees. “We sure do!” I reply in my perky customer service voice, “Were you looking for a specific one?” She asks how many we’ve got. “Oh, around 15 different options ma'am!” I reply, still perky but becoming slightly apprehensive. I can feel the stupid coming…and then she asks me what they’re like. “Ma'am I’m afraid I can’t leave the register to look at them right now but they should be on our website…” And then. Oh then. Then she asks me to describe them all. In detail. I have to take a moment to stop and stare at the phone in disbelief. When I finally reply: “Well ma'am, they’re all very tree-ish.” Our conversation ended shortly thereafter.


Requested by loganweaponx

Mutant-friendly bars were hard to come by. So when you found one in the middle of New York, you had to check it out.

However, before you even finished with your first drink, a man decides to sit next to you. “So what brings you here, Chere?” he asked in a charming Cajun accent.

“Drinks and good service. You?” you asked.

“Having a guys’ night out with a couple of my teammates. Some kinda bonding thing,” he replied. “My name’s Remy. And yours?”

You told Remy your name.

A second handsome man walked over. He had strange red sunglasses on. “This was supposed to be a way for us, Logan, and Hank to get to be a better team,” he stated. He then noticed you and raised an eyebrow. “No matter how pretty the ladies you find are,” he added. He gave a nod of greeting to you. “Scott Summers, by the way. Sorry about Gambit. He can’t help himself sometimes.”

You gave Scott a polite smile and shook his hand. “No worries,” you told him. “You and him are probably the most charming men I’ve met in a bar.”

“Speaking of men who aren’t charming,” Remy commented, as the other two men of their group walked over. The shorter of the two led the pair, and the taller one seemed to have blue fur and seemed a bit shy.

“Hello. I take it you’re Logan and Hank?” you asked. You didn’t pay much mind to the blue fur. You were a mutant, too, after all. “Sorry I’m keeping you guys from spending your quality guy time together.”

“It wasn’t very quality to begin with,” Logan commented.

“These three never get along. That’s why I’m here, to make sure there’s no property damage,” Hank commented. “And you would be correct. I’m Hank, he goes by Logan.”

“Well, if it isn’t Xavier’s kids,” a sneer came from the doorway. The group of guys around you turned to look who it was.

“Looks like they’re ganging up on a poor girl,” the most feral of the newcomers commented.

The man with white hair rushed over to you. He moved faster than you could see. “Why don’t you ditch these losers and hang with us?” he asked.

“Why don’t you fuck off before someone gets hurt?” Logan suggested.

“Hey, it’s not finder’s keepers when it comes to flirting,” the last of the new group stated, playing with a lighter in his hands. “Let the pretty girl decide if she wants us to fuck off or not.”

“Pyro, Magneto, Sabretooth, and I’m Quicksilver,” the super-speedster introduced his group.

You had to take a moment. Did you seriously have eight guys flirting with you? “Uh, Remy and Scott kinda won me over here,” you stated.

“You heard her. Scram,” Logan told the other group. Sabretooth seemed to growl at Logan, before being scolded by Magneto.

“Enough,” he told his companion. Magneto handed you a folded slip of paper. “We would be glad to have you when you realize Xavier’s views are too idealistic.” He then turned and left, his three companions following him.

“Well, I need a drink after that,” Remy said, flagging down the bartender. “I’ll have a scotch, and give her another of what she was drinking.”

❤ Friendly reminders ❤

Some helpful reminders and positivity ^-^

If you haven’t eaten today, go eat now or as soon as you can

If you made yourself a cup of tea, don’t forget to drink it! (I did this today)

If you need to pee, go pee right now

Don’t forget to reply to that text or email you said you would ‘answer later’

Remember that thing you said ‘I’ll do it in a bit’? Go do it

Any special dates coming up? (reminder for anyone who needs to remember a birthday or something)

Been sat down for hours? Get up and stretch for a minute 

Been writing and drawing for hours non stop? Take a break to give your hand a stretch and a rest

Were there any chores you were supposed to get done that you haven’t started yet? Good job I just reminded you then 

Do you have any homework/assignments due soon that you forgot about? If so I just saved you by reminding you :p

Relax any part of your body that might be tense without you realising (I do this all the time)


If today was a bad day, tomorrow can still be better 

If you have a lot of bad days, it doesn’t mean it will be this way forever

You’re beautiful, you’re awesome.

You’re strong. Have something you need to get through? You got this. You can do the thing.

You’re unique. You’re you.

You’re the best you there could ever be! ^-^

anonymous asked:

things you said when you met my parents, thanks :)

Hello anon! I wasn’t sure about posting this fic but then I wrote it and changed my mind. It’s my first prompt, I hope you like it, and thank you for sending it! :)

Also, thank you so much to the wonderful @xfile-cabinetx for helping me with perfecting it! Thank you so much!!

“Sooo..?” she asked curiously, wondering about the lack of words from her usually talkative partner as they were driving away from her parent’s house. 

“Sooo what, Scully?” Mulder simply replied. 

“Well, you just met my parents, and my sister, and you don’t have anything to say?” she asked,  a bit frustrated about his lack of communication. He was silent a moment before talking.  

“I feel like some sort of magic trick has just been revealed,” he muttered through his teeth as he chewed on his sunflower seeds. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she said rather tensed, already regretting her tone as she wasn’t interested in arguing. 

“Nothing, Scully. Nothing,” he said in a sluggish manner, focusing on the road.

“Well, I’m sorry I asked you to come. Had I known it would make you feel like this, I-”

“I’m fine,” he stopped her. 

“Yeah, just like you’re fine when you call me at 2:00 AM to go through cases?” she countered, as she stared at him, wanting to shake him in case it would make him snap out of his brooding frame of mind. He didn’t answer but she could see and feel him thinking as he parked in front of her building. She didn’t want to get out, not like this, and he didn’t ask her to.

“I’m not sure where I fit in, if I fit in at all,” he said thoughtfully, gripping the steering wheel hard enough to make his knuckles turn white. 

“My family isn’t like yours,” he continued. “I don’t have a supportive father who, despite being disappointed with my life choices, still finds it important to be loving and encouraging. I don’t have a mother who finds it natural to greet me with a hug and a genuine “how are you?”, and.. I don’t even have a sister.” 

“Is that what’s bothering you? That you don’t have a family like mine?” she asked puzzled, wondering if it had been a mistake to kiss him just a few weeks prior this evening. 

“Yes. No! Scully, I don’t want to ruin anything. You’re too good, you know? And I just feel so stupid. Of course, of course, you’d have a lovely family. You don’t end up like this if your family is a complete mess like mine. Tonight just made me see things more clearly, like the magic trick has been revealed,” he said airless, without meeting her eyes. “It isn’t bothering me that my family isn’t like yours, not anymore. I’m used to it.”

“Mulder, you have to understand that I would never have asked you to come with me tonight if I didn’t want you to be there, to let you in, and to be part of my family,” she reassured him. “But I can’t help but wonder if it was a mistake to kiss you,” she continued as her mind wandered to that night they had kissed. She’d lie if she said she hadn’t been thinking about him for some time in ways that weren’t work related, but she hadn’t planned that night in the car at all. 

It was his birthday. They’d been out for dinner at a restaurant Mulder had picked out. He didn’t drink that night because he had insisted on driving her home. When they got to her building, he had reached in for a quick peck on her cheek to say thank you. As he lingered there, his stubbles lightly brushing her jaw, her face flushed, like every blood cell were trying to escape through her skin. She was paralyzed, his intoxicating, familiar scent overwhelming her. She had whispered his name, let it linger on her lips for a second or two before he had reciprocated a breathless Scully. Then he had turned his head slowly, brushing her cheek with his soft lips, as his hands had put a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. With her eyes closed, she had felt his lips delicately on hers, barely there at first, but then fiercely as his tongue had lightly touched her upper lip. She had let him in, had dragged him closer with her hands on the back of his head, no longer unable to move. She had wanted all of him right then and there and yet she had stopped. Or he had. She couldn’t remember and it had made her doubt herself in the following time up to now. It had made her invite him home to join her for a family dinner. It had put her in this unbearable situation. 

“Do you regret it?” he choked. 

“No,” she replied. 

“But I regret not having this talk before I invited you home to meet my parents.” 

“What would you have said then?” he asked, finally meeting her eyes with his.

“I would have told you that my home is your home. I would have assured you that I’m not saying yes to anything my heart isn’t in. I would have kissed you again,” she answered, her voice shaky as self-doubt overpowered her. 

“What’s stopping you from kissing me now?” he asked.

“Doubt,” she whispered. “That you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t regret anything, Scully,” he simply said, touching her little finger with his. “I just don’t want to hurt you or your family, like a cancerous disease,” he whispered. 

“You won’t,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him once again.

get to know me?

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

requested by anon

A Jimin scenario where you two hate one another but also really like each other. You guys argue and its ends up with you pushed against the wall only for both you and Jimin to reveal the sexual frustration hidden inside, if you know what i mean 😉 xx

genre: suggested smut

a/n: sorry, i didn’t real want to write a full blown smut but you get what is implied at the end ig??? please enjoy this anyway(?), this is hella delayed ik I’m very sorry

“Jimin, you fuckin bastard! Where the hell are those papers?”, I shouted as I intruded his cubicle. “Woah, woah, woah, personal space, ___.” “Where are they? The boss wants them and you were supposed to have them done by now.” “They’re right here.”, he replied with a smug look on his face, the look of ‘I bet you thought I’d let you down but I didn’t so I win’. “Ugh, I hate working with you.”, I whined as I walked away from him and towards Mr. Bang’s office. “Same with you honey.”, Jimin called.

“Aren’t you gonna do something about Jimin?”, Jungkook asked me as I stopped by the water fountain. “Not much I can do when Namjoon assigned him as my partner.” “Oh yeah, Namjoon is like your manager, I forget that.” “Why? Cuz you’re also a manager? Why couldn’t you have been my manager?”, I whined. “Soz, it’s up to the boss.”, he chuckled as he left for his cubicle. “___!”, Jimin called, “Can’t I even rest for one second?”

“What do you want dweeb?”, I asked him. “Where’s the form you filled out? It’s nowhere on your desk.” “I already gave it in to Namjoon.”, I told him as I sat down. “There’s me tryna be a good partner and you’ve already done it?” “Jimin, all you’re doing is handing in a form.” “Jeez, can I not be nice for once?”, he grumbled as he made his way to Namjoon. “When will he sort himself out, he’s actually be attractive if he was nice.”

“What’s the I just heard?”, Hoseok joked as he snuck up on me. “You didn’t hear anything, ok? Do not tell anyone especially the devil himself.” “When have I ever snaked you out?” “That time in high school when I liked Junseo, Joohyuk and Jumin to name a few.” “Ok, but I really won’t this time, I swear on my life.” “You better.”

“Why can’t you be nice to me for once? Why do you always have to fuck shit up? In front of the boss as well! Some of us actually want to do well.”, I screamed at Jimin as I left the building after work. “Well why can’t you be nicer, huh? Do you think I try to fuck shit up? I didn’t want to do badly in front of the boss either, it’s not entirely my fault!”, Jimin shouted back at me as he followed me. “What’s the point of being nice to you when you’ve been a dick since I’ve known you, regardless of how good you look, you’re an ass!”, I told him as I searched for my car.

“Hey! You can talk! You’re not exactly ugly, so don’t use looks against me! You just don’t like me because of things you’ve heard through rumours! You never took the time to actually get to know me like Hoseok or Jungkook, you just listened to gossip and formed an opinion based on that!”, Jimin shouted as he pushed me up against a car that was most likely his, he sounded kind of heartbroken. “Is that what this is? You were upset that I never took the time to understand you? To get to know you?” “Of course I am! I actually wanted to be friends with you if not more but you pushed me away time after time because you’ve heard dodgy rumours.” “Well I’m sorry for that, how about I umm… get to know you now? My place? I’m sure I can quickly cook up a meal…” “___, I don’t know where the hell you live.”, Jimin chuckled as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll text you my address but just in case just follow my car.” “___, you don’t have my number either…” “Who says I don’t?”

“Nice place you got, good area as well.”, Jimin commented. “Are you gonna comment on everything Park Jimin?” “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t but that’s up to me, isn’t it?” “Just take a seat and watch something while I cook some ramen.” “How luxurious.” “Shut up there’s nothing else that I can quickly make.” After five minutes I brought out the ramen and placed it on the coffee table in front of Jimin. “How’s this for getting to know each other?”, I asked him. “It’s good but let’s ask each other questions to really get to know each other.”

“Alright, I’ll start. Who’s your best friend at work?”, I asked him as I took some ramen out of the pot. “That would be Taehyung, we went to the same high school. What about you?” “Hoseok, isn’t that obvious?”, I laughed. “Well yeah but I just wanted to ask you that back…”, he chuckled. “Alright, alright, what do you think of the boss?”, I questioned him as I gave him some ramen. “The boss? He’s alright, quite nice compared to my last one. Ok, my turn to ask, this is personal but have you ever had sex?” “Jimin!” “What? I did ask to get to know you better.” “Fine, yes, but never anything really good, everyone I’ve hooked up with has been shit.” “I bet I’d be better.” “What? You?” “Come on, don’t deny that you find me hot!” “I’m gonna kill Hoseok.” “What why?” “Didn’t he tell you I said that?” “What? No, you said that in the car park! Wait, you’ve spoken about me being hot before? See, you have a thing for me!”

“Fine, fine, but you’ve gotta prove yourself.” “Alright, let’s do this right here, right now. Come sit on my lap.” I climbed onto his lap and started to grind on him to create some friction. “Fuck, keep going.”, Jimin muttered as he placed his hands on my waist and his lips on my neck. “Don’t leave obvious marks. We have work tomorrow.” “I’m not making any promises.”, he replied as he started creating lovebites along your neck. As he created marks that were bound to stay you started to unbutton his dress shirt and remove it from his body; this then revealed his toned abdomen. “Like what you see?”, Jimin smirked as rid you off your own top.

“I’ll take that stare as a yes.”, he chuckled as stood you up to remove your skirt. “Hey, no fair, you need to take your trousers off too.”, you laughed once you had snapped back to reality. “I will, calm your tits.”, he said as he lifted his hips to discard his the trousers. “They are calmed.”, you joked as you sat back on top of him and connected your lips with his for the first of many tonight.