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Who Is He? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Jealous!Zach
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hey guys! I really missed writing about Jealous!Zach so I had to bring him back even for just a short one-shot. A couple of people also requested for a Jealous!Zach imagine and I thought now was the perfect time since it’s been a week since I’ve started this blog! Happy week-sary to me haha! Anyway, enjoy this cute little write-up starring Jealous!Zach and a special participation from Clay Jensen. LOL.

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“I could get used to this.”

“So could I.”

I reply as Zach and I laid together on the leather sofa in his living room. He laid on the sofa with his legs spread out and his back leaning comfortably on the armrest. I was on top of him, my head resting on his firm chest with my arms wrapped around his waist. I placed my ear where his heart was, I could hear it beating every second or so and the sound of his beating heart calmed my head and pulled the corners of my lips upwards. His arms were wrapped around me, almost like a warm blanket and his chin rested on the crown of my head. We just sat there in silence, although it was very comfortable and calming.

It’s only been a couple of months since we had officially started dating but for some reason it’s almost like we’ve known each other for more than that. We’re very comfortable with each other, and we already know each other quite well if I do say so myself. But of course, like any other relationship, ours wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either.

It was times like this when I didn’t mind him always being busy with school, or basketball for that matter. He has to do well so that he can get a scholarship in his chosen university. He was busy, he was always either at the school courts practicing or in different states battling it out with other high schools, and I understood, seeing as he is the captain of the Liberty High basketball team, and he is their most valuable player. It’s his dream along with becoming a marine biologist, and who am I to get in the way of his dream. I’ll always be there for him, to support him, to help him, to encourage him whenever he feels down but I missed times like this, if I’m being honest, and these were the days where I could be selfish around him. What meant the most is that I still get to spend times like this with no one else, but him. He was mine, only mine, and I was his, only his.

“I really missed you.” I look up to face him.

“What? Babe you see me in school almost everyday.” he replies with a chuckle.

“Yes I do see you but I don’t get to actually spend much time with you since you’re always so busy.” I answer with a pout.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You know I have to do well to get a scholarship.” he says as he strokes my hair gently.

“Of course I understand Zach. We’ll just have to spend times like this wisely because we rarely get to be together like this. So what exactly do you want to do today? Do you have anything in mind?” I ask him. Just as Zach was about to reply, my phone which was resting on top of the coffee table, lit up. A person’s name came up on the screen and I got up immediately to answer it.

“Helmet?”

“I’m good, I missed you! How ‘bout you? How are you doing?”

“Uhm, nothing much I’m just with Zach right now.”

“Sure! Sure! He’ll understand. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“Alright, yup, i’ll see you soon Helmet!”

I smile as I take the phone to my chest and run to Zach’s bathroom. As I freshened up, I can feel heavy footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. A few seconds later, as I turn around, I see Zach’s tall figure leaning against the doorframe.

“Who was that?” he asks with his arms crossed infront of his chest.

“My helmet.” I reply without looking at him as I hurriedly tried to brush my teeth.

“What did he or she need?” he asks.

He wanted to see me.” I answer as I got out of the bathroom.

“Why did he want to see you?” he asks once again.

“Because we miss each other?” I reply with a smile and my eyebrows raised.

“Where are you meeting each other?” Zach continues to ask.

“The coffee shop down the road.” I say as I put my jacket on and take my purse with me.

“I’ll go now baby, I’ll be back soon I promise.” I continue as I quickly give him a kiss on his cheek.

I run out of Zach’s house and walk my way to the coffee shop. As soon as I saw the wooden sign of the cafe, I went in immediately with a huge smile on my face. And there he was! He sat at the seats near the glass window in front of the coffee shop with a navy blue hoodie on; a pair of headphones hanging on his neck.

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Cutie (Chris Beck X Reader)

Y’all I just really missed writing Chris okay. Also YAY 200 FOLLOWERS

Originally posted by skywalkerr

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you mumbled, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Next to you, Dr. Beck chuckled, shaking his head. You turned to him, quirking your head to the side in a questioning manner. 

“What’s so funny, Beck?” you asked, eliciting yet another laugh.

“what are you ‘oh my god’ing about?” he asked, turning to face you, not before adding, “and that’s Dr. Beck to you, missy.” You giggled, continuing to nervously bounce. 

“Well,you know, it’s just that this is the last day of training, and in three days we’re gonna be in SPACE!” you exclaimed excitedly, causing the man beside you to smile. 

“Yeah, then I’m going to be stuck with you for months and months on end,” Chris faked annoyance, making you gasp and playfully hit his arm. 

“Hey, you two! Quit flirting, we have training to do,” Watney called, a cheeky smile on his face as he walked away. You were positive your cheeks had turned bright red, so you turned away from Chris as to not embarrass yourself. The problem with the guy was, you actually did like him. Of course, he could never know because it is not permitted for crew mates to be romantic with each other before or during the flight. 

“Oi, I’ll have to get him back later,” Chris mumbled, making you laugh.

“I like the idea of a revenge plan,” you replied, mischief sparkling in your eyes. You both set off down the hall towards the training area, hatching a revenge plan the whole time. 

-3 hours later-

You were all getting a break from training to have some sort of lunch. The whole crew headed towards the cafe, chatting animatedly about the upcoming launch. Martinez and Watney were having a competition to see who could make the best sexual innuendo, while Commander Lewis tried to keep a straight face. Behind them, Johanssen read something on her e-reader, hardly looking at where she was going. 

“(Y/l/n), come get a sandwich with me,” Beck whined, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the line. You smiled at this loose, childish side of him that didn’t come out often. You ere so enthralled by it- by him, really. He was simultaneously smart, caring, adorable, sweet, and dorky all at the same time. That was the reason you fell head of heels for him practically on the first day of training. 

“Which sandwich should i get?” he asked, scanning his eyes over the many options. 

“I say the turkey sandwich,” you said, and he nodded quickly, ordering one from the guy behind the counter. 

“I’m gonna miss real food so much once we’re in space,” he pouted, leaning against the counter as we waited for his food. You nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, me too, especially my Nona’s cooking,” you said thoughtfully, tummy growling at the thought of her delicious food. 

“It’s okay though, i’ll have you on board with me! I’d give up real food for you any day,” he grinned, making your heart pound. 

“Ditto, cutie,” you replied, also grinning, until you realized what you just said. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth and your eyes widened. 

“Nope. No, I did not just say that.I’m gonna just.. go over..there,” you stuttered, backing away. Chris held a blank face for a moment, then he broke out laughing. 

“Relax, (y/n)! You think I’m cute,” he teased, drawing out the end of ‘cute’. You turned firetruck red, looking anywhere except for him. 

“Yeah, I did. But it doesn’t change anything, kay? We’re going to space in three days, I can’t ruin that now,” you explained, finally looking up to meet his eyes. 

“That’s okay,” he smiled,” I can wait.”

Love Me Honestly (Part 1)

Summary: After the events of For Your Convenience, you and Bucky officially start your life together as a couple (Modern AU). 

Word Count: 764

A/N: After I completely overclouded one of my Bucky/Reader series in angst, I feel like I need to write some fluff. Also, I really missed writing Awkward Turtle and Grumpy Cat and had the desire to write some of their little interactions together as a couple. Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

“Stop looking at me like that, weirdo,” you commented teasingly, hindering the smile on your face. 

Bucky chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours as the both of you waited for the film to start. "I can’t. I’m a sucker for art, and you are a masterpiece,“ he grinned, and you burst out laughing, covering your mouth to muffle the sound. "What’s so funny?” he questioned seriously, arching a brow at you. “It’s true.”

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anonymous asked:

atwas yuuri is drunk, hanging off of victor. it's the vanity fair afterparty, and victor would feel embarrassed but he's honestly on top of the world. yuuri yells at the top of his lungs, "and the academy award goes to..."

the oscars

side story of all the world’s a stage!

“Look at his face.” Yuuri giggles incessantly as he clutches the Academy Award. He’s holding it right in front of his nose, going cross-eyed as he peers at the figurine. “Hang on, let me see your other one.”

Victor hands him the other award, admittedly amused.

“Now they’re friends,” Yuuri announces as he holds them side-by-side, waving them left and right. Victor can’t tell if he’s doing that on purpose or if he’s so drunk that he’s off balance. Either way, Yuuri looks up at him with bright brown eyes, delighted. “See, Vitya? They’re friends. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Yuuri,” he answers, touching his hair.

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feverswampwerewolf replied to your post “Top 5 Chardee headcanons?”

dude if you ever need anyone to beta or even help you to put a structure to that fic, i’d be glad to help! there isn’t enough chardee fic in the world and it’s a travesty.

Awesome! I’ll let you know. I really need to actually type it out, and see if I’m more creative once it physically exists. I’m considering doing a bunch of a snippets of time type thing to just get all my small scenes out there. 

Sam's heaven

(A/N): So I really miss writing supernatural and I had just watched the dark side of the moon and I wanted to write a lil something about it 

Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in heaven, forced to relive their memories but what they both see is not what they expected 

 Warnings: angst? Swearing, that’s it :) 


Originally posted by adaav

   Dean and Sam were trapped in heaven; no big deal, they just had to avoid any and all angels, traverse through their best moments, and make it back home. That wasn’t too hard, was it?


    Dean’s memories had all been of family, of a time much happier than the one now. Even Sam couldn’t help the small smile that remained on his face as he watched Dean interact with people from his past; Like their own mother Watching Dean with his mom pulled at Sam’s heart strings; he wondered if they had lived a normal life if maybe he would’ve been dressed up in small flannel and horrendously ugly t-shirts, maybe he’d have had the crusts cut off of his pb&j, maybe he would have actually had a nice, functioning family. But that’s not the way it played out and he was stupid to hope for such a thing anyways. 


   Everything had been smooth until they reached sam’s memories; his best moments. There was one with his dog, only weeks after he left John and Dean, there was another on thanksgiving with a family that had been much kinder to him than his own, but the ones that really stuck with him were the ones with (Y/N). They had been his significant other since the day he left John, not really, but that was the day he met them. He’d gone to a diner, plopped down and ordered himself the most expensive burger he could, he deserved to celebrate after all. 

    “Looks like something’s got Mr. Sasquatch down,” His waiter- (Y/N)- smiled at him softly. “You okay?” Sam’s nose crinkled a bit as he looked at the menu. Did they- had they just asked if he was okay? No one ever cared enough about him to ask if he was okay. This person had even noticed that he wasn’t feeling okay and they asked him about it.

    “Uh yeah- just a bit of a hard day really,” (Y/N) smiled as they set their little notepad down, instead taking a seat right across from Sam. 

   "Wanna tell me about it? I’ll even buy your food for you,“ No one had ever been that kind to Sam, no one but (Y/N). It felt nice to finally have someone care, even if it was just a stranger. So that day Sam poured his heart and soul into his conversation with (Y/N), telling them all about his shitty childhood, about his father, about dean. For hours he talked with them and during some point the conversation had drifted from his past to other things, things like law school, art, nature, even animals. Not once in his life had Sam felt so comfortable around someone, (Y/N) was different like that and Sam absolutely loved it. But for now that wasn’t the memory he was reliving, in fact, it was a memory from months after they first met. 

    "Who the hell is that?” Dean whispered as he watched the memory unfold. 

   It dark outside, but the stars above seemed to illuminate everything splendidly. It was a large field, much like the one from Dean’s memory and in the middle of it was (Y/N). Sam’s throat choked up a bit as he looked at them, at their curious eyes, and beautiful smile. 

   "Sam, the hell is this?“ But Sam wasn’t listening, he was too focused on (Y/N). "Sam- Sammy, the hell are you doing?” Dean whispered as Sam walked forward, completely ignoring his brother. He was almost dazed really to see (Y/N) after all this time, even if it was just his own memory. 

   "Sorry I’m late,“ Sam breathes out as he sits down beside (Y/N), still in awe over how beautiful they looked. "I got lost on the way here,” (Y/N) smiled and laughed softly, their nose crinkling in a way that had his heart aching. 

   "It’s okay, you’re actually right on time,“ (Y/N) pointed to the sky, directing Sam’s gaze upwards. Above them millions of stars shined brightly, creating a sight too beautiful for words.

    It was their annual date night (every Friday to be exact) but rather than stay inside and watch some shitty tv shows (as per they usually did. They were poor college students after all) (Y/N) had hauled Sam along to watch the stars; They had always been a bit of an astronomy geek so they were more than excited to show Sam the starry sky.

    "Isn’t it beautiful?” (Y/N) asked softly as they looked to the sky in awe, their eyes twinkling so brightly that Sam wanted to cry. 

   "Yeah,“ Sam nodded as he stared at them. "It sure is," 


    "Who the hell was that?” Dean asked as they traveled along, coming to Sam’s next memory. 

   "I dated them in college,“ Sam Shrugs a bit. "Just a fling really," 

   "That sure as hell didn’t look like a fling,” Dean scrutinized as he glared at Sam, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “We’re you in love?" 

   "Dean-” Sam sighed as he smiled just a bit. “I’m telling you, it was nothing," 

   "Uh huh,” Dean clicked his tongue as they walked along. “I’m sure," 

  "I promise you, it was nothing-" 

   "Sam!” Sam was interrupted by yet another memory and by no surprise it was another one involving (Y/N). 

   They pounced upon him like cat, pulling him into a nearly bonecrushing hug. 

   "I was so worried, where have you been?“ Sam had gone away for a day or two, just for a little getaway from Stamford. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going and he stupidly left his phone at home. He wouldn’t need to contact anyone, he knew how to fend for himself after all. It was such a peaceful trip that Sam honestly didn’t even think about the consequences that was until (Y/N) was cupping his cheeks and staring at him with tear filled eyes. 

   "I’m sorry (Y/N),” Sam whispers, his heart clenching as he stared at (Y/N). Even after all these years seeing their expression still hurt him, seeing their worried face and pained eyes still had the same reaction as it did years ago. “I was jus out on a trip, I didn’t think to tell anyone,”

    “You fucking idiot,” (Y/N) chides although their watery chuckled completely betrayed their words. “I was so fucking scared, I was damn near close to calling the police. God- fuck you you fucking prick.” Without any warning (Y/N) leaned in, connecting their lips to Sam’s. It was their first kiss and god it had been amazing. (Y/N)’s lips felt absolutely perfect against Sam’s and if he could he’d have let them linger there all day but there was something pulling him away, forcing their lips apart. 

   "I love you (Y/N),“ Sam spews, like word vomit that he simply could not control. "I love you so much,” It was the first time he’d ever admitted to loving someone. He hadn’t even ever told his father or brother that he directly loved them, (Y/N) was a first. Sam’s breath was shaky as he looked at (Y/N), his heart pounding wildly just as it had the day he said those three words to them for real.

    “I love you too Sammy,” (Y/N) sobbed happily as they threw their arms around his neck (or at least the best they could). “I love you so fucking much,” Sam sighed again as he wrapped his arms around their waist, tugging them impossibly closer to him. His scruffy face nuzzled into their neck and he couldn’t help it when his own soft little cry fell from his lips. God- he missed (Y/N) so much, more than anyone ever; he’d give anything to be back there, back in their arms, safe and happy, oblivious to the evil around him- 

    “Sam.” Sean’s voice is softer now than it was the first time. “Sam c'mon on, we gotta go,” Sam didnt want to leave, he couldn’t leave (Y/N) a second time but he knew he had to. So with the utmost reluctancy Sam let go, letting Dean drag him away from the best thing to ever happen to him. 


   Now they were walking down a lonely stretch of road, different from either one of their memories. The air felt heavy, depressed really, so much so that it was nearly impossible for Sam to breathe, or perhaps those were the tears building behind his eyes that were making functioning so hard. 

   "So what happened to them?“ Dean asks softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Sam sighs as he walks on, heart heavier than it had been in a long time.

    "After a run in with a ghost I decided that it was too dangerous, the whole together thing." 

   "So you left them?" 

   "Yep, left them heartbroken too.”

   "I’d imagine so, seems like you two were really close.“

    "Yeah,” Sam sighs as he looks behind him, back at his happiest memories, or at least where they used to be, for now it was just the same never ending stretch of road. 

   "So- did you really love them?“ Dean knew he was treading on thin ice but he was curious, mighty curious.

    "Yes,” Sam nods, looking down at the water covered asphalt to avoid looking at anything else. “More than anything in this world," 

    "Y'know…if we ever get out of here you should give them call, get some closure.” Sam chuckles dryly, a harsh sound that hurt his throat.

    “They probably hate me now or some shit.”

    “Never too late to try,” Dean smiled softly as he walked on, down the endless stretch of highway that only seemed to get longer as they walked. Yeah…maybe Sam would give them a call if he ever got out. That was his motivation now, a phone call to (Y/N) if he survived.


    Sam sighed as he picked up his phone, eyeing the small thing warily.

    “Come on man,” Dean said trough a mouth of food. “You promised yourself," 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Sam dials in their number, or the number they had previously used years ago. “I know,” He stared at the numbers hesitantly, his heart racing uncontrollably. This was it. If no one answered that would be it, that’s the last time he’d ever try to contact (Y/N). 

  So with a shaking hand Sam pressed call, waiting for some message stating that the number was now disconnected or something but to Sam’s surprise the thing actually began to ring. The number was still up and running, that meant either (Y/N) hadn’t ever changed their number or someone else was now using it. 

   Sam gulped as it continued to ring again and again and again, it was almost to the last ring when it suddenly stopped, meaning that someone had finally picked up.

    “Hello?”

    “Hi, uh (Y/N)? This is Sam Winchester-”

i really miss people writing metas about the subtle details in the new episodes, everyone writing their predictions for the next episode, analyzing stuff, new gifsets, theories, headcanons, new memes about the significant scenes… I really miss people losing their shit every wednesday and the tension waiting for the new episodes, heart attacks and the feel of speechlessness after the episodes. Boy i really miss Yuri on Ice.

Vision as a father is so intriguing and enticing to me for one big reason: He has never had a childhood. From the moment of his birth/creation his mind has been mature, logical, and filled with vast amounts of information. Though he has a sense of wonder and curiosity about the world, it is far more analytical than that of a child. But then the twins come along and suddenly all the logic and analyses in the world cannot fully explain their behavior. This confuses, frustrates, and intrigues Vision who decides to be pragmatic about everything, to actively participate in hopes of finding answers. What this means is Vision finally experiences childhood through his sons. Imagine, if you will:

  • Wanda finds Vision laying on the ground in the nursery, the twins in identical positions in the crib, staring at the mobile. Wanda asks what’s going on and Vision responds: “They have been staring at it for five minutes, so I adjusted my visual processing system to more closely align with their less developed eyesight.” He pauses, considering the results of the experiment, “The movements of the stars are both soothing and enticing.”  
  • Wanda sends Vision to the boys’ room because they are up late reading under the covers and they get cranky when they don’t sleep. Instead of scolding them, Vision finds himself lost in thought as he stares at the two shining lumps under the blankets. After several minutes he phases downstairs, grabs a book, and phases back up, sliding under the covers with the boys and using the Mindstone as a flashlight. Wanda eventually finds them and joins as well. They then start having family reading nights on Fridays, only they move it to the master bedroom so there’s more space.
  • Vision joining the boys in catching fireflies, making the jars with them, poking holes in the top and placing some leaves in there. Then he watches with genuine excitement as Tommy opens the jar and the fireflies dance against the night sky.
  • Lazy days in the backyard watching the clouds. This really tests Vision’s imagination as Billy and Tommy both describe, in great detail, things Vision cannot see in the billowy, amorphous clouds. But he always asks them to point at the cloud as they describe it, squints his eyes and tilts his head as they outline the magnificent dragon going up against the knight. Sometimes he sees it, mostly he doesn’t. Then one day he looks up and sees a dog in the clouds and he flies inside to get the boys so he can show them.
  • Puddle jumping. At first he’d caution them about getting wet but by the end of it he and Wanda would be joining in as well. Vision would definitely use his density manipulation to win the splashing contest.
  • Most of all, make-believe. This would take some time for Vision to join, he’d watch with interest, absorb and outline the rules, smile as Wanda plays along, but he’d be hesitant to join. Then one day Billy grabs his hand and asks if he wants to go on an adventure into outer space, and Vision cannot resist the hopeful gleam in the boy’s eye. They spend the day “flying” to different planets, Billy and Tommy guiding the journey for the most part, but Vision would “shake hands” with the invisible aliens. He ends up saving the day, the last planet being hostile but he is able to broker a peace treaty in time for dinner. 

Obviously there’d be so many more possibilities. Hope you enjoyed my random head canons! Feel free to add your own or message me if you want to chat about them, I never turn down a good Scarlet Vision conversation!

constellations

Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter
Warnings: alcohol


“Thanks.” Draco Malfoy nods at the bartender, whom had just slid a glass of firewhiskey his way. His fingers wrap around the beverage before he brings it to his lips, feeling the slightly soothing burn as it glides down his throat.

“Malfoy?”

Draco feels frozen in place. His eyes stay glued to the alcohol quivering in his cup as he struggles to swallow the massive lump in his throat. He knows that voice. And he doesn’t want to face the person behind it.

He decides to ignore it, hoping with every nerve in his body that he’ll give up and leave.

“Draco Malfoy.”

The use of his full name sends a shiver down Draco’s spine, and he’s left with no choice but to turn around. When he spins around on the bar seat, his eyes immediately fall on Harry Potter, who is standing wearing a leather jacket draped over a red flannel.

Draco’s blue eyes scan Harry’s body, taking in the sight of the boy he hadn’t seen in years. “Potter,” he breathes, more of a statement than a greeting.

He continues to stare, waiting for Harry to fidget - but he never does. That irritates Draco to his very core, as he has always liked having the upper hand.

“Well, if you’re not going to invite me to sit with you,” Harry says, finishing his thought by shrugging off his jacket and taking a seat directly to Draco’s right. The blonde boy sighs, swiveling back to face the bar. 

“For the record,” Draco says, before taking a large sip of his firewhiskey. “I didn’t invite you to sit down.”

Harry shoots him a sarcastic smile, his left eyebrow raised, before ordering a drink for himself.

“So, what are you doing here, by yourself?” Harry asks, sipping his cup.

Draco clenches his jaw, despising the way Potter asked that so naturally, and had managed not to sound intrusive. Prying his eyes from the remaining liquid in his glass, he glances at Harry, his eyes drifting to his brown curls. “I could ask you the same thing,” Draco responds, before downing the rest of his drink.

“Fair enough,” Harry says. His emerald eyes seem to drift over Draco’s face before he adds, “Let me buy you a refill.”

For the first time that night, the corners of Draco’s mouth curve into a small smile. “Are you hitting on me, Potter?”

Harry simply shrugs, and Draco can’t help but envy his complete confidence.

“What happened to the Weasel girl?” Draco asks, purely to push the Golden Boy’s buttons.

“You know, I don’t think you’re actually as bitter as you act,” Harry retorts, taking another sip of alcohol without tearing his eyes from Draco’s face.

“What?” Draco says, thrown off by the sudden comment and shift of topic. He furrows his eyebrows, avoiding Harry’s gaze.

“I think this cold exterior you have is just a front you put up. You probably always have.”

Draco’s at a loss for words, and he can’t seem to get any sound past his throat. After stuttering for a bit and trying to hide the fact that Harry Potter might have seen directly through him, Draco turns back toward the bar and lets out a small sigh. 

“Ginny and I broke up, by the way. It was mutual.”

When Draco turns back to face him, he can see Harry’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows hard, looking down at the fingers on his right hand, which are fidgeting with his flannel sleeve.

Draco considers all the possible responses he could hurl back, but in the end he decides to go with: “I’ll take you up on your offer. For a refill.”

Harry grins.


A few drinks in, and the former enemies are laughing with each other as if they’d been close friends for years. 

The blonde boy peers at Harry’s right arm, which now sits bare on the table after Harry had rolled back both his sleeves.

The tattoo intrigues Draco, and he’s not sure why. It appears to be a large star, surrounded by smaller ones in a beautiful pattern that Draco could only dream of being able to draw.

“What does it mean?” he asks, nodding in the direction of the star, his pale fingers wrapped tightly around his third glass of firewhiskey.

“Oh,” Harry breathes, looking down at it himself. Draco can’t help but notice that Potter’s grin shrinks to almost half of what is was before. He’s about to apologize for asking, but Harry answers, “It’s Sirius. The largest star in the night sky,” he says, his smile growing again. “I got it for -”

“Your godfather.”

Harry looks at Draco as if he’s peering into something he’d never seen before. Draco squirms slightly in his seat, clearly overwhelmed by the intensity of Harry’s green gaze. “Yeah,” the brunette breathes, his eyes not faltering from Draco’s.

After what feels like an eternity, Harry leans back in his seat. “How about you, Malfoy?” he asks, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Any tattoos?”

Draco simply shakes his head, taking another sip from his drink. 

“So just that hole in your lip, then,” Harry says, twirling the ends of one of his curls with his fingertips.

Draco instinctively starts messing with his lip ring, sucking the cool metal into his mouth for a second. He notices Harry staring. 

“What was it, a spontaneous act of rebellion?”

It sounds odd to hear the word rebellion used like that by someone who was the center of an entire war. The right side of Draco’s mouth turns up into a smirk. “Sure.”

Really, he had been absolutely hammered the night he got the piercing, as a result of a disagreement with his father. But the next morning, he didn’t exactly hate the way it looked.

“It seems like we’ve both changed, don’t you think?” Harry says, tracing his right index finger along the rim of his empty glass. 

Draco looks at him; his lips part. He shakes his head and says, “I don’t think so.”


Draco Malfoy isn’t quite sure how he ended up kissing Harry Potter inside of a cluttered broom cupboard, but he didn’t exactly resist it.

He can taste the alcohol residing on the Golden Boy’s soft lips; enjoys the pungent taste as he threads his pale fingers through Harry’s brown curls. 

Draco can feel Harry’s steady hands on his neck, his chest, his waist. He smiles into their kiss, a smile that he never in a million years thought would arise.

His fingers move to trace the ink covering Harry’s veins, just as the other boy finds Draco’s lip ring. There happens to be a broom handle poking Draco’s lower back, but he couldn’t care in the slightest.

Harry breaks away for a spilt second. “Do you want to-”

“Yes,” Draco whispers, just desperate enough to make Harry crash his mouth back onto his.

It really doesn’t matter what the question was.


The following morning, sunlight leaks through the curtains as Draco wakes up in his bed, white cotton sheets wrapped around his torso and a fresh magenta mark curved underneath the skin of his jaw.

He wakes up in his empty bed. 

Draco’s hand flies to his forehead; his fingers trace small circles to keep himself calm. He wonders if it was all a dream. A random, incoherent dream where he’d slept with -

“You’re awake,” Harry says from the doorway. 

Draco’s blue eyes dart in his direction, and he tries to convince himself that Harry Potter is really leaning against his bedroom door frame, holding two steaming mugs in his hands.

Draco can’t help but recognize his own sweatpants, hung dangerously low on Harry’s hips. 

Draco’s speechless.

Harry carefully walks over, watching the liquid in the cups so he won’t spill. The mattress curves downward next to Draco as Harry sits, saying, “I didn’t know if you like coffee or tea in the morning, so I made both.”

The grin on Draco’s face stretches for miles. He wonders again if this is a dream, but the aroma of the coffee he takes from Harry’s warm hand is far too rich and vivid for Draco to be unconscious.

“Thanks,” Draco says, before taking a long sip of the coffee. Harry smiles in response and raises the mug of tea to his lips.

“So I was thinking,” Harry says, as Draco glances up at the brown mess of hair atop his head.

“That can’t be good,” Draco says quickly, before Harry can finish. Harry dramatically rolls his eyes as Draco takes a second sip of the hot beverage.

“I want to ask you out on a date.”

Draco nearly chokes on his coffee, and it brings a sharp sting to his nose.

“What?” Harry asks. “Why is that so hard to picture?”

Draco clears his throat. “It’s not,” he reassures, biting his lower lip. “You just caught me off guard.”

Harry flashes that golden grin, gripping the cup of tea near his lap. “Are you scared, Malfoy?”

Draco smiles, raising his eyebrows. “You wish.”


hi guys!! i’m so sorry i’ve been gone for a little while. i’ve been super busy. i really missed writing on here!!
p.s. i hit 2k followers today and I just want to say thank you all for taking the time to read the words that spew out of my brain :))

anonymous asked:

Do you still make NH fanfics? I really miss your writing.

I have quite a number of wips in my drafts, but it’s been difficult finding inspiration and motivation to finish them. I am still working on them just- very, very…. very slowly. I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for them in a while! You’re always welcome to send me a prompt! Otherwise, I highly recommend checking out @utsus for your NH fic fix! In the meantime, here’s a piece from spy au I was writing so long ago! (Unedited, so sorry for any mistakes!) 

The hallway is quiet, almost unnaturally so. The plush carpet soaks up any sound her heels and his shoes would’ve made and the loudest presence on the floor are the ostentatious wall sconces that brilliantly light the simple, but expensively furnished hallway of the hotel. The silence and the stillness are both a blessing and a curse.

Naruto gently taps Hinata’s shoulder and when she looks back at him, he hand signals whether or not she can see anyone coming. She closes her eyes, refocuses, and when she opens them again, the lenses that Tenten designed specially for her activates. She scans the hallways and peers around the corner but the only heat source she can see is Naruto at her back, though she doesn’t need to see him to feel his presence. He’s close enough that his front almost touches her bare upper back, the crisp folds of his suit gently ghosting over her skin.

She signals back. Coast is clear. And then she leads on, her eyes guiding them to their target: Room 511. She hates being in the open like this, even if the carpet and the walls render them both noiseless. It amplifies the sound of the hammering of her heart and the beats of her breath- but she knows that is adrenaline heightening her senses and sending her blood rushing. She focuses herself, clearing her mind until cool and sharp rationale grounds her again.

Naruto lifts a hand, brushes his palm against her bare shoulder, and squeezes gently in support before letting go. The brief connection comforts them both, when they’re so close to their goal, when they cannot afford to make a mistake now.

She freezes and he knows she’s seen someone. 

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Cry Wolf - Part Two

Summary: Dean loves his little sister, just as much as he loves his little brother, even if she isn’t technically his sister. But there’s a reason his Dad took her in, and it’s not purely out of the goodness of his heart. Could the girl who believes herself to be Sam’s twin really be a bomb just waiting to go off?
Sister!Reader
Words: 1378
Warnings: None! Just some good ol’ sibling banter
AN: Part Two! Cos, as I’ve said multiple times, I have NO restraint… I am quite pleased with this part. It was fun and lighthearted to write. I really miss writing sister!reader fics…
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

Masterlist

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“Hey Dean!” you yelled, sprinting across the car park towards your big brother, having just spotted him about to go into the motel room.

At the sound of his name, he turned, and grinned once he caught sight of you. He removed his hand from the door knob and shoved it back into the pocket of his leather jacket, watching as you ran, only slowing when you were within a few feet of him.

“What’s with the running?” he asked, holding a hand out to steady you as you skidded slightly in front of him.

“Me and Sam were running to get back” you panted, shrugging his hand off your shoulder before running a hand through your slightly tangled hair, brushing the fly-always out of your face.

Dean simply quirked an eyebrow at you before looking over your shoulder at the deserted car park. “Did… did you forget something?” he said, trying to stop himself laughing as you rolled your eyes, pushing passed him and to get to the motel room door. “Oh, come on” he said, trailing in after you, “that was funny! I mean, it’s not often I get the Mini-Beast without Sasquatch.”

“Alright, fine, we were racing” you tossed over your shoulder as you went over to the sink and filled up one of the grubby white mugs the motel had left out for guests, practically downing the whole thing before refilling it and turning back to face him. “Sometimes it’s nice to feel like a kid again. Especially when I get to leave him in the dust… and will you quit it with the stupid nicknames? We’re 17, not 7.”

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anonymous asked:

I don't suppose there could be a part2 to that Noctis' jealous s/o of the arranged marriage? Like after Insomnia falls? Injured and limping away from the city? Cause, I mean, who would honestly expect the arranged marriage to continue after that, ay?

Alright, taking a short break from my “s/o is Niflheim heir” series to post this part 2 for ya! (And because I already really really missed writing for tragic Noctis, okay) 

Just keep in mind, even though it’s part 2— I never said it’ll end happily. Muwahaha.

(Let me know if there’s any other Noctis requests out there, because I will always write them heheheh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

{2,143 words}

Check out Part 1: HERE


Fire.

That’s all you can see. That’s all you know.

Fire everywhere. And smoke. So much smoke. It gets in your eyes, your nose, your mouth. It burns in your lungs like the vestiges of death itching so close to the thin line of reality.

You missed the evacuation crowd; the last route to safety.

You search through bleary eyes, looking for something, anything to hold on to. To ground yourself and re-establish the fact that somehow, miraculously— you aren’t dead.

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anonymous asked:

i love everything that you post about hockey and the players and the pens wiki and all of that! Thank you so much for existing and being the patient person that you are:) that said, do you know when you will post something that you've written? i really miss your writing

Thank you very much! This is such a lovely message <3 I’m still pretty busy writing Lightning, Before the Thunder – which probably won’t be finished until late next month at the earliest. In the meantime, here’s a random ficlet for you XDD


When Sidney jerks awake to the sound of Haggy and Horny crooning “You’ve got a friend in me,” to each other, with the baby Pens enthusiastically Ohhh-ing and Ahhh-ing at the appropriate moments, the first thing Sidney says is, “God dammit. Who the fuck pissed off a witch?”

Geno has just enough time to tell him, “Wasn’t witch, was—” before he too is singing:

Would you let me see beneath your bea—” Geno cuts off abruptly, his eyes going wide.

Sidney blinks at him. “A siren,” he guesses, incredulous. “Someone pissed off a siren?”

Geno nods his head. He’s got his hands clamped over his mouth firmly.

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Title: Heat of the Moment (Reader x Scott Lang)

Summary: Scott has a total crush on the reader, whom he assumes is shy and innocent. Much to his dismay, they really aren’t.

Word Count: 1246

A/N: I really missed writing Scott, so I was super excited to get this request. I love writing the reader as a badass :) I hope you enjoy!!!! 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I wanna say I really miss your writing and finding you :( do you plan on writing anything for hobi I just wonder? Also I wanted to ask for advice on learning Korean- what books are best to start with for alphabet and grammar? Some tips on how to learn quicker/consistently ? I work a lot and don't have much free time but I really want to learn but I find looking online a bit sporadic and disorganised so I wondered if you had any good tips and book recs for it :) - hobi anon

Hello. I just wrote a whole bunch of stuff here when my browser crashed and I lost the entire thing. So here I go again. -_-

I don’t currently have anything planned for Hobi and I haven’t started the Jimin oneshot I do have planned because I am very busy with a commission and need to get it done. However, the best way is to send me a prompt involving Hobi and help me get an idea to write about!

As for Korean I have been learning for about a year and a half now and I have by far found these books the most useful. You can find them on amazon but I linked you to the actual site. He also has a youtube channel where he gives lessons as well. His books go over how to write Hangul, Korean grammar and the different forms of speech (honourific, informal, casual, etc.) They’re super easy to follow and he includes work sections in it. 

As for online sources, I like this site. If you type in a verb it will show you all the conjugations for it. I like using it to double-check if I did it right but I do not recommend you use it to conjugate verbs for you. 

In the beginning I used this site to help with pronunciation. I use this memorisation site every day for about twenty minutes. It’s important to study every day, even if only for about twenty to thirty minutes. It’s a lot more effective than studying once a week. I also made this post a while ago about Batchim sound shifts. 

As for advice I can give, what I really recommend is studying every day for at least half an hour. You need the repetition or else you won’t take things to memory. It’s just really important to make sure you make a schedule and stick with it. 

Study from multiple sources, one source isn’t always going to be a perfect fit. A friend of mine uses the books Talk To Me in Korean and she really likes it. Look up youtube channels or even other books. Having multiple resources is always better. I like this youtube channel because he explained how to pronounce ㄹ in a way no one ever had to me before that just made everything make sense. 

Download Korean podcasts or find them online and just listen to them. You don’t need to understand them but it will help you learn because you’re just letting yourself listen to the way the language sounds. This is far more effective than watching Dramas. Sometimes dramas have unrealistic language used in them and you want to wait to do that until you are at least conversational or more of an intermediate learner. 

When you feel you can hold up a little bit of a conversation I highly recommend the app Hello Talk. I have met most of my Korean friends using this app just looking for people to practice with. It can be a little intimidating at first but just remember people are there to learn too and are likely to make mistakes just like you. Everyone I have spoken to is very kind. So don’t be afraid, it’s a really great app. The best way to learn is forcing yourself into using Korean, so talking to people regularly is honest the quickest way to learn and the best. Books can only help so much. 

So that is all the advice I have. Good luck on your studies! I hope I helped.  

monstafeels  asked:

this just popped into my head a lil while ago but what would the members be like as crusty old fellows? I haven't seen much of your writing recently so I thought maybe I could ask you to do what you do best? I just really miss your writings. Grandpa! au? hehehehehe

oh my god this took so long life has been kicking my ASS but anyways aww i miss writing too 😩 ive been so severely unmotivated and busy w everything but im out of school for 2 months so!! hopefully im more active

shownu

• does not understand how technology works he will ask u how to take a picture and get freaked out when live photo kicks in
• “ah yes what pretty pictures - oh my god why did it move”
• goes back and forth between two photos to see them move
• doesn’t faze with anything, it takes a while for things to process
• eats the same porridge with orange juice every single day, does not get tired of it
• talks SO loudly on the phone u could hear him in the next room

wonho

• he’s that old person u see walking up and down the block with their hands behind their back every morning
• drinks omega 3 oil and claims he feels 20 years younger after he drinks it
• thinks emojis are the coolest thing
• encourages young people to live as long as he has and gives pats on the back
• “if u work out like i did back in the days u’ll be as healthy as me!!”
• breaks into a coughing fit

minhyuk

• talks to every person he meets, once he sat on the bus next to a woman who ended up having to tell him about her family, her pet parrot, and what college she went to
• they ended up exchanging emails bc minhyuk’s such a cute little old man
• sometimes when he’s bored he calls up the people he’s talked to and starts off with “hey old sport!”
• he’s enthusiastic about everything he attended morning tai chi with kihyun one day and he just kept yelling “C'MON GUYS! GET THOSE RICKETY BONES MOVIN’”

kihyun

• that old man that yells at kids to get off his lawn, probably waves his cane around
• looks at himself in the mirror and sighs at his wrinkles bc it just reminds him that he’s old
• sings old trot songs while dancing in his living room, hurts his hip and sits back down while singing
• pretended he didn’t know minhyuk when he went to morning tai chi with him
• ‘go to ur happy place, kihyun, he’s not here, i don’t know a minhyuk-’
• “HEY KIHYUN”


hyungwon

• sleeps literally all day
• he goes to sleep at 7pm and wakes up at noon, has a 3 o'clock to 4 o'clock nap
• when he’s awake he reads books that he never gave back to kihyun, he still gets annoyed phone calls about needing to return the great gatsby
• falls asleep while reading sometimes
• sometimes he goes out to his front lawn, lays a mat, and naps in the sunlight
• no one knows how he’s alive

jooheon

• walks his dog around the neighborhood everyday at 7am
• “sanche slow down!! i’m old!!!”
• is always playing and listening to throwback hip hop songs
• one of those old people that’re like “back in my day music was good”
• has a bunch of winnie the pooh antique plates in a cabinet at home that he doesn’t let anyone touch
• wears that paper boy hat every single day

changkyun

• literally has more facebook friends than u, no one understands how
• leaves comments on facebook posts about science
• “Wow !! back then Pluto wasn’t a Planet! Science has really gotten so far since my time! Good Job Nasa! 👍🏼”
• likes every comment underneath that post
• likes to look back in photo albums and reminisce on the past

anonymous asked:

Kal, I don't mean to pressure you in any way whatsoever...but I really miss your writing. We have amazing writers in this fandom, but your fics have such power, soul and poetry about them... You are missed. Just wanted you to know that. Hugs

I’m at a loss of words for this kindness, dear anon. And it really means a lot (a lot!), because it’s all starting to feel like a distant dream I once had. Thank you from the bottom of my crooked heart. X

anonymous asked:

First child with Donald Pierce please

Words: 1.1 K +

Warning: None

Note: I really miss writing Home, and writing for Donald. Sigh. Thank you for the request! (y/b/n = your baby’s name (you get to pick, lol))

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Sitting in front of the tv, flicking through the channels with a bowl of food on your swollen stomach, Donald kissed the top of your head. Supporting your belly with his large hands, his cold machine fingertips pressed lightly into your skin where your large t-shirt had ridden up. You could feel the baby turnover, and breathing out, a sudden pain contracted, making you wince. Donald, being the constant worrisome husband as even before you got pregnant, tensed up. Looking at you with wide eyes, he rubbed your belly. You sighed, resting your head against his chest and letting the noise coming from the tv wash over you. 

“I’m fine… I’m fine…” You purred, a smile on your face. However, as minutes passed, the pain became worse and didn’t go away. As if your bones were aching, you developed a cold sweat. Donald noticed you shifted your position more often than usual, turning yourself to your sides, attempting to get comfortable. Setting your food on the side table, you breathed out. Finally, pushing yourself up and leaning over as you held your belly, you shut your eyes. Donald immediately followed your movement, gently rubbing your back with his human hand. Shaking your head, you clutched at the fabric of his pants over his knee. “Do-Donald… I think… I think we need to….” The pain flooded through your whole being, and you gritted your teeth. Tears welling in your eyes. 

Finding yourself unable to concentrate and unable to finish the sentence, you tried to hold back a cry. Donald abruptly pushed himself up, climbing out of his spot on the couch, behind you. Then, carefully grabbing your hand, you shakily placed your fingers with his machine ones as he hastily pulled you to your feet. Without wasting a second, Donald reached down with you leaning against his chest, scooping his arms under your legs and hauling you into his arms. 

Letting out a deep breath, Donald yanked the car keys from the hook, glancing down at you every few seconds with his hands keeping you against him.  

Within the next couple of minutes, Donald slid you into the passenger side of the car, throwing the bag into the back and speeding to the hospital. His breaths quick and his machine hand gripping the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on you for moments at a time. Hating seeing you wither in pain, sweating. 

Huffing, you leaned your head back, trying to control your heart beat. You could feel the contractions becoming more and more intense while you quickly became dilated. With a loud groan, you reached over, digging your nails into Donald’s 

“Breathe baby…. Breathe. We’ll be there-kay? You’re okay.” Donald spoke soothingly, “You’re gon’ be okay.”

About ten minutes later, Donald grabbed you from the car, yelling for help. As he ran you into the bright, white walls of the hospital, you lifted your hand, searching for Donald’s while they pulled you from his arms. Putting you into a wheelchair. Nurses then surrounded you, and you couldn’t find him. 

You couldn’t find him. 

“Donald…. Where’s-Where’s my husband… Where’s Don-”

“Y/N! Baby, I’m right here. I’m right here, baby.” Donald grabbed your hand, running beside you. “I’ll be right here. I’m not gon’ leave you, okay?” Nodding with tears streaming down your face, you felt him squeeze your hand before the nurses wheeled you into the emergency delivery room. In a blur of events, they put on a breathing mask and hooked you up to the beeping machines around the bed. Resting your head on the pillow while the nurses strapped on a monitor to your stomach, their actions hurried and frantic, another contraction came. 

Overhearing one of the nurses talking to Donald, his voice distinctive over the commotion, she quietly said, “it may help her if you sit behind her, make sure she’s comfortable.” 

Opening your eyes, you watched as Donald hurried over to you. “Baby, I need you to sit up for me, okay?” You nodded, and Donald rested his hand on your back, helping support you as he climbed onto the bed. Sliding his legs around you, you let yourself fall against his chest, weaving your hands with his after he pulled your hair back out of your eyes. 

After the pain had passed, only an hour later, a rush of relief fell over you as your last scream built in your throat. With your chest rising and falling in exasperated breaths, Donald wiped your forehead with a cold cloth. 

“You did amazing… Jus’ rest.” 

“The baby… Donald the baby.” You muttered, exhausted. Your knees buckled and wincing, you lowered them. 

“Mrs. and Mr. Pierce….” A nurse’s voice sounded through the room and breathing out, you looked over. A young woman stood next to your bed, holding a pink bundle. “It’s a girl. Congratulations.” She then passed over your baby and outstretching your arms, a thick sob escaped your lips. With a wide smile on your face, you then held your newborn. 

She was beautiful, rose-colored cheeks, her eyes closed with small, chubby fingers sticking out of the warm blanket she was wrapped in. You ran your finger over her cheek, glancing up at Donald, who’s eyes were rimmed with tears and his lips quivering, through a glimpse of his gold tooth, a wide smile broke through a small laugh of relief. Happiness spread through your body like the sun breaks through the window, spreading everywhere, warming your heart. 

“She’s beautiful…” Donald rested his cheek against the side of your head, his facial hair scratching your flushed skin as he looked down with awe in his eyes and his human fingers reaching hesitantly towards his daughter. Your girl hooked her baby fingers around Donald’s index finger, and he stifled a laugh. “You did it…” He then turned towards you, placing a small kiss on your lips while you looked up at him. 

“We… We did it.” Your voice hoarse, you managed to whisper the words and Donald nodded, pressing his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes. You were scared, relieved. Happy. Unable to think of anything else, everything fell away. The beeping of the machines, the chatter of the nurses, the footsteps down the hall-all of it. All that mattered was your family, your first baby. Your love, and your new life. 

“y/b/n…”

“What?” 

“That’s her name.” You said softly. Donald furrowed his eyebrows, but with his eyes fixed on y/b/n, he smiled again.

“I love it.”