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Betrothed - Arthur Shelby

I just had this idea pop up, so I’m requesting this before I lose it. . Like if one of the Peaky boys end up having an arranged marriage (or something to that affect) with a Chinese gang leader’s daughter, cause Tommy’s being Tommy and is about to start wars he might not win. - @thinkingsofamadwoman

Betrothed - Arthur Shelby

There was a long list of places in Small Heath that you were not permitted to go. Truly, anywhere outside of the small two block radius of people that considered themselves a community. Despite the similarities of their life and yours, your family was still far separate from the English in appearance, tradition, and customs. Like a small village pitched in the middle of an overcrowded city; your family and the other families inside the two-block radius. 

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Consider this (based on a conversation I had with some friends a while ago): Pride and Prejudice and Zombies for people who actually like Pride and Prejudice.

Look–I tried to read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and I got about 20 pages in before I came to the conclusion that the person who wrote it did so out of the belief that the original Pride and Prejudice was stuffy and boring. There were out of character vulgar puns. And the trailer for the movie did not convince me that I had missed anything by cutting short my reading experience.

So, what I’m talking about here is this premise: the world of Pride and Prejudice, but if you die, it’s highly likely, almost certain that your corpse will get up and try to eat people.

But no one dies in Pride and Prejudice, you might say. In fact, few or no people die in any Jane Austen novel.

This is true. But people do get sick with some regularity. Imagine the tension added to Jane getting sick after going to visit Bingley if there was the chance that she would become a zombie after she died. Becoming a zombie in an eligible bachelor’s house probably would have seriously wrecked any chances of any of the living sisters ending up with him.

Imagine Mr. Collins, as a minister, having the duty upon someone’s death of severing their head with a ceremonial plate or something that would prevent the corpse from rising. Obviously important, but this only makes him more self-important and obnoxious.

And dangerous.

For you see, in this version, Mr. Bennett, who stays in his office all the time, whose life is the only thing allowing Mrs. Bennett and her daughters to stay in the house–Mr. Bennett is definitely a zombie. He died at home, and Mrs. Bennett decided that, no way were they dealing with this, and so…just started faking it. Jane and Elizabeth know. The younger sisters don’t.

In this universe, I think we have to go with zombies that are not any faster or stronger than the humans they were, and in fact tend to get weaker as time passes because their flesh is rotting. And…hmm, okay, how about they are pretty violent upon rising, and for about a week afterward, trying to bite people and spread the infection (even though most people are carriers anyway, but getting a nasty bite from a corpse will give you other stuff that will have you die while carrying the virus). But then they calm down and basically just start sort of attempting to act like they did in life, that is, taking habitual actions with no consciousness, in a depressing and desiccated way.

So Mr. Bennett is a zombie, and Mrs. Bennett’s number one goal is to get her daughters married before anyone finds that out. And this, actually, makes Elizabeth’s refusal of Mr. Collins more frustrating for Mrs. Bennett–obviously Mr. Bennett didn’t tell Elizabeth that she could refuse Mr. Collins, because Mr. Bennett is dead, but Mrs. Bennett can’t say anything or the game would be up.

Another question in this version–does Mr. Darcy find out about Mr. Bennett being a zombie somehow? Does Elizabeth find out that he knows and didn’t say anything and this is something that helps repair his earlier actions?

Anyway, this is the Pride and Prejudice and Zombies that I was looking for.

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 3/??

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Mentions of Sexual Abuse,  mixture of fluff and angst throughout the series, homophobia

A/N: Listen to THIS beautiful piece whilst reading !! (right click on the video and press loop!). This isn’t my favourite part, but enjoy some Richie and Bev friendship time!

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (Soon) | …

Richie tossed and turned, the storm outside loud and frightening. The sound of the wind swishing through the air in ripples was very ear-splitting on this very night. He could barely sleep on this dark; cold night, too many thoughts were swirling inside of him.

His curls were matted against his pillowcase and his legs were tangled between his blanket, in order to get comfy. Which wasn’t working very well.

Richie smiled as he remembered the memories of today, how him and Eddie were reunited. Sure, it wasn’t the same as it was. But who says it can’t be in the future?

A sigh left Richie’s chapped lips as he began to settle into a dark abyss of sleep.


Richie sat up, full alert and his hand reaching to the baseball bat that remained at the side of his bed for protection- his eyes wide and looking around frantically. His eyes snapped towards the window after hearing several repetitive bangs against the glass, only to see Beverly soaked.

“Bev..!” Richie whispered, dropping the bat and scrambling onto his set of feet, dashing over to the window and slotting it open.

Richie then grabbed Beverly so that he was certain that she couldn’t fall from such a high height, pulling her light body inside and onto the carpet below. The rain spat through the gap of the window, leaving one patch of the carpet to be soaking up the moist liquid.

“Bev, Bev…” Richie sat up quickly, looking down at Beverly’s kneeling form, taking her shoulders into his grip, “What happened?”

Richie couldn’t help but glance at the clock that was nailed to his wall, it was 2:47am. Nothing about Beverly coming to see him at this time could be good.

Beverly was shaking from the cold and from the sobs racketing her form, her ginger hair laid on her forehead and stuck to her pale skin. Her bottom lip started to quiver and her shirt was torn near one of her shoulders, exposing a scratch.

“He..He tried to do it again, Rich.” Beverly whimpered, looking up to Richie, “He almost did.”

Richie’s eyes softened, realising the situation and his arms quickly found themselves wrapped around Beverly’s fragile frame, holding her protectively and dearly. Beverly pressed her face into the crook of Richie’s neck, it didn’t take long for Richie to feel the flood of tears run down his bare chest. Richie felt his heart shatter as he held his best friend close to him.

“You’re safe now Bev, c’mon. Lets get you some clothes.”

Richie returned with some warmed clothes, oversized sweatpants and a shirt that would fit Beverly’s form, he leaned on the doorframe to his room, clothes in his hands as he analysed the way Beverly was. She was sat on the edge of Richie’s bed with her knees up to her chin, showing her bare bruised knees and slight cuts that coated her pale skin.

Richie frowned, walking over and bending down in front of her. “Here, wear these Bev.”

Beverly glanced at the clothes, sighing thankfully and taking them from Richie. “Thanks, Rich.” She whispered, standing up and going to the corner of the room, her back to Richie to change.

Richie of course looked elsewhere, having nothing but respect for Beverly in this time and need even though he has seen her naked in a total of three times. He stared out the window, watching the rain splatter down onto the pavement and forming pools of puddles. The night was dark and the tree branches were swaying in the violent wind, Richie couldn’t help but feel more than just pity for Beverly for running all the way over to his home in such weather and at 2am. 

Not to mention, it wasn’t the safest place to be travelling on the streets at 2am.

Richie continued to wait, patting his bare foot against the carpet as he shuts the window over, continuing to pull the curtains across to help block out the outside view.

“I’m done.” Beverly’s voice croaked.

Richie turned around, smiling sadly at his friend, he saw her form hunched over slightly, hugging herself for emotional support. 

“C’mon, you need rest tiger.” Richie reached one arm out as a suggestion for Beverly to walk up to him.

To which she did, she made her way under Richie’s arm with her head lulling into his chest, to which he tightly held her. He then guided her to his bed, helping her lay down. He watched Beverly fall back with her head on his pillowcase. Richie smiled and moved up and was about to go and grab some extra pillows so he could sleep on the floor until he felt a cold hand grab his arm.

“Stay, I..I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight.”

Richie looked at Beverly with sad eyes, nodding. “Will Bill mind?”

“He’ll just have to deal with it.” Beverly whispered, grinning slightly.

Richie of course, hesitated, but then sighed; crawling into his own bed next to Bev, feeling them both squish up next to each other. This wasn’t the first time that they had both slept in the same bed, it happened quite a lot. However, this was the first time they had since Bev had started to date Bill. So Richie didn’t want to do anything that was crossing the line.

Bev pressed her temple onto Richie’s chest, her arm slacked lazily on top of him. The two held heavy hearts, it’s why the connected so well. They also connected well as they both were born into broken homes that were too far gone to be mended. So they had each other.

“Hey, Rich?”


“How are you so strong? You… Your family doesn’t even care and everyone has left you. So how?”

Richie blinked, feeling him laugh mentally. He was the opposite of strong. Beverly didn’t even know half of Richie’s emotions, frankly because Richie didn’t want to look weak in front of someone who was presented as strong and careless. He was a huge softie deep down, but he couldn’t let others see his shattered state. He couldn’t let anyone know his suicidal thoughts.

“Well, I just set my mind on a goal. To not die a virgin.”

Beverly laughed softly, her hair tickling Richie’s skin. “Very funny, but seriously. I want to know.”

“Well..” Richie trailed off, thinking of a quick excuse, “You’ve just got to find that certain someone who will keep you going through dark times.”

“Who’s that person for you?”

“I… I don’t know yet.”

His statement was partly true, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it on the person he was thinking of. He didn’t know if this person would come back into his life or trail off onto a different track again. But as of now, he could only hope.

Eddie woke up the next morning by a loud shrilled yell downstairs, causing him to sit upright and look at his alarm clock. It was 8am, the usual time he’d wake up. Eddie grunted, climbing out of his bed and fixing his pyjamas.

“Edward Kaspbrak, get down here now!”

Eddie froze, hearing his full name by his Mother’s disgusted tone. He felt his knees quiver and his shoulders stiffen up with fear of what was to come. He felt his feet drag him out of his room and downstairs. He felt each step of the staircase creak, only adding tension to the thickening air. Eddie felt his heart rate speed up irregularly, each beat rattling against his ribcage and causing his breathing to become more shallow.

He walked into the living room to see his Mother stood tall with Richie’s hoodie in her hand. Her eyes were stern through her glasses and her lips were shrivelled tightly with disgust. Eddie felt his throat dry up without any saliva to spare, his anxiety racing through the roof.

“Who’s is this, Edward?” 

Eddie again, cowered away as his full name was used. “I-I..It’s a hoodie.”

“I never asked what, I said who.” His mother’s tone surprisingly turned to calm which only fuelled Eddie’s fear more.

“It’s a friends, Mommy.” Eddie quickly started to ramble, “It was raining and I was getting cold so he-”

“He?!” His mother erupted, fury coating her features as her skin tinted red from anger. “You’re hanging around with boys again, Edward?”

Eddie felt his heart drop to his stomach, feeling himself take a step back. “No, no Mommy it’s not like that-”

“Have you been taking your pills, Edward?” 

He knew exactly what pills she was talking about.

“Mom, because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m sick!” Eddie finally stood up, his heart hammering in his throat load and clear. 

“You are not gay Edward Kaspbrak! You have a mental illness and you need to take your damn pills!” His Mother spat the word ‘gay’ as if it was the most revolting thing she had heard, her face tightening as if she had tasted something bitter.

“No Mom, I love guys! I love them and-”

His Mother raced over to Eddie, taking a strong and harmful grip on one of his arms. Eddie hissed, feeling tears form on his waterline and running down his cheeks. His arm turned white from the loss of blood circulation. 

“Mom, it hurts-”

She only squeezes harder and Eddie could only feel the bruises form against his skin and blotch all over. Eddie yelped loudly, beginning to struggle,

“Listen to be Edward, you’re sick! Sick in the head! You need to take your pills.”

Eddie was thrown to the floor, causing his head to hit the floor- once again making him dizzy and queezy. 

“If you’d take them willingly, this wouldn’t need to happen.”

Eddie tried to sit up, only for himself to be pushed back down against the wooden floor and his Mother hovering over him. Tears dripped out of Eddie’s bambi eyes whilst sobs echoed from his hoarse throat, his legs frantically kicked at thin air and his hair was all over the place. Eddie’s Mom merely shook her head in disgust whilst one hand held three multicoloured pills and the other forced his mouth open whilst her body held him down and pinned against the wood.

No matter how much Eddie fought, he was too weak to fight back against his Mother.

It was then his Mother slotted the pills inside of Eddie’s mouth. Eddie attempted to push them under his tongue but the woman made sure that they fell to the back of his throat. Her hands quickly pinned Eddie’s wrists back and the other held his mouth shut.

“Swallow it!” She hissed in his ear, as her son violently shook beneath her.

Eddie wasn’t sick, he knew he wasn’t. Being gay wasn’t a curse or an illness. He was just different.

When Eddie shook his head for ‘no’, he felt his Mother block off his nose too. Panic surged Eddie all over, his hairs on his arms standing on ends and his eyes widening and staring up at his own flesh and blood.

“You’ll swallow if you can’t breath!”

Eddie then realised he had no option but to swallow the pills. He weakly closed over his eyes with his eyelashes holding the droplets of salty tears- feeling himself swallow the three pillows down his hatch.

These pills only made everything worse.

“Good boy, good boy.” His mother quickly caressed his cheek, cooing as if she felt pride. Her hand was removed from Eddie’s face and she had stopped suffocating her son.

Eddie had no other option but to lay there under his Mom, sobbing out in utter emotional and physical pain. Everything ached in one way or another. Everything started to fade out as the only thing that remained in his senses was him hearing his heartbeat slow down in his eardrums. Eddie’s eyes started to slowly slide over, feeling the world around him distance himself from the small, fragile state of the boy.

If these pills worked the same was as they did last time, this meant that his depression was going to increase and he’d hear the voices again. He probably wouldn’t be able to sleep again. He was going to hallucinate again.

If only he didn’t tell others his deepest secret.

“You’ll be cured soon, Eddie.”

If only Eddie Kaspbrak wasn’t gay.

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Deepening Social and Political Conflict in your Fiction

In many speculative fiction works, war or civil unrest is common, sometimes it’s a given. And yet so often, these grand, world-shattering wars are shallow when looked at straight-on. If you think about the history of the conflict or the spark that sent the nations to war, you can come up kind of dry. A lot of readers are tired of “WAR” being the default backdrop of a story, especially when it’s used as a prop rather than handled with the care it should be.

So how do you make sure that your social and political conflicts don’t just provide a canvas to your story, but help deepen and strengthen the world and the characters therein? Simple! Just do a little thinking! 

General Questions

  • What are they fighting over/why are they fighting?
    • Land
    • Pettiness
    • Resources
    • Religion
    • Safety/Peace-of-mind
    • Debt
    • Misconceptions or misunderstanding
    • Political or social ideologies
    • Power
    • Lies
    • Something stupid
    • Freedom (revolution)
  • Who is the root of the conflict between?
    • Nation & Nation
    • Government & People
    • Two factions of people
    • Parts of the same government
    • Government & Church/Religious group
    • Church & People
    • Government & Private institution
    • Or does it span numerous groups?
    • How has it spread?
  • How long has this conflict been going on?
  • What was the origin point of this disagreement?
  • How quickly have things escalated? 
  • How has magic or technology figured into the conflict as it is and as it’s developed?
  • What has motivated the continuation of this fighting?
  • What level of devastation have the people dealt with?
  • What is the military structure of the two sides?
  • How much do your characters know and understand about the history or reasons surrounding the war? How does that influence their feelings toward it?
  • Are there outside influences that are escalating the situation by getting involved? Perhaps manipulating or aiding one side?

Long-Time War

  • What event triggered the initial conflict? The war (if they’re two separate things)?
  • Do the people remember what started the war, or has too much time passed?
  • How has the constant presence of war altered the society and culture? 
  • How much fear is present in the day-to-day life of the citizens?
  • How do parents handle the knowledge that their children will undoubtedly go off to war at X age?
  • How has the family structure changed with the constant absence of soldiers?
  • Does lineage play any part in how likely a child is to be recruited or what level they start at?
  • How hardened have people come to war and death?
  • When does soldier training start for children? Is there a gender divide on who fights and who doesn’t? How is “fitness” determined for combat?
  • Has there been any tries at peace between the warring factions? How were they handled? Why did they fail?
  • Have art, literature, music etc. survived the enduring war? How has the umbrella of unrest affected the arts?
  • What do the people believe this war is trying to accomplish? Or do they accept it as a part of life that will likely never go away?

Sudden War

  • How do people cope with the upheaval of their lives?
  • How are soldiers selected and trained?
  • How informed are the general citizens?
  • How in-danger are the non-combatant people?
  • Are emotions running rampant, or are they in check? Or is ignorance bliss for most people?
  • How quickly did the inciting incident lead to the full-on war?
  • How well- or ill-tempered are the leaders of the sides and how does that contribute to the way the delegations, exchanges, and treaties are handled?
  • Are the people of the general public on board with going to war, or are they angry about their leaders’ involvement?
  • How well-documented and reported are the goings-on at the front lines/in governmental offices?

Civil Unrest

  • Why are the people unhappy or unsettled?
  • What groups are trying to resolve the issues or help the needy during the fragile times?
  • What are the opposing sides/ideas trying to accomplish and how are they balanced over discontentment rather than heading straight to war?
  • How much pressure is there to start an uprising?
  • Has the disagreement between some groups brought unity to others?
  • Is the unrest more mental and political, or are there mobs rioting in the streets?
  • Are there rumors (true or not) circulating that are adding to the tension?
  • Is there a press involved? How are their reportings affecting the people? How are they viewed by the ones in power?
  • How long has this unrest been present? Do people think that it will eventually lead to a revolution or war…or are they just resigned to the way things are?

Happy writing!

Check out the rest of the Brainstorming Series!
Magic Systems, Part One
Magic Systems, Part Two
New Species
New Worlds
New Cultures
New Civilizations
Politics and Government
Map Making
Belief Systems & Religion
Guilds, Factions & Groups
Science & Technology

Impala Confessions

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean 
Warnings: fluff, light swearing 
Word count: 881
Summary: The reader falls asleep while driving in the Impala with the Winchesters, and confessions are made.
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Olicity Drabble 5x20~ Needing You

Originally posted by yet-i-remain-quiet

Okay so yeah I wanted more and I wrote it…It’s set during 5x20 and, again I just wanted this aspect explained after the whole flashback sequence that simply left me utterly confused. 

GIF not mine it belongs to @yet-i-remain-quiet 

No beta so I’m sorry the errors. P.S. I’m looking for a beta so….

“Needing You”

The first time she’d fallen asleep over his chest he’d gently nudged her cheek with the tip of his thumb until she quietly stirred. The second time he traced the line of her jaw with the back of his fingers until she let out a sleepy yawn. This time when her sleepy eyes dared to part she felt his fingers trailing down the back of her head until they’d settled over the nape of her exposed neck.

Felicity growled comfortably, her shoulders ached, her skin smelled of dust, dirt, and oddly enough smoke and, her body felt utterly wrecked from the day’s events. Her voice actually cracked when her low growls finally formed tangible words, “I think I prefer the back of your fingers…”

His voice seemed to trail over her skin like a soothing balm while he gently stroked his fingers along the nape of her weary neck, “I’ll make a note of that for next time,” he teased with an ease they hadn’t shared in months.

Her soft lips became tangled in the folds of his white tee-shirt as she smiled gently along his covered chest, “I can lift my head if I’m hurting you…” she offered in concern since his voice felt tight as the vibrations rattled across her skin.

“Or you could simply share the bed,” he offered when she attempted to stifle another yawn.

Laughing she nudged her nose along his sternum and, huffed out a tired decline. “No, I should go home and, seek comfort in the freshly cleaned linens of my soft bed.”

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Fatigue (M)

Character / Genre: Min Yoongi x reader (oc) | Smut, Fluff

Prompt: “Let me spoil you tonight, Princess.”

Summary: He has a special way to help you wipe away your fatigue after a long day. And tonight, it is all about you.

Warning: Fingering, soft Yoongi, bath tub scenes

a/n: I have so much writings piling up in my draft and this one was actually one of the oldest (lmaooo I am so lame), I wrote this in the middle of my packed deadlines but then I have been too busy and tired to re-read and edit this. Plus I ended up posting Heat which had almost the same topic *shrugs* Sorry if this is lame, it’s just a simple fantasy when I just wanted to be spoiled by my dear beloved Min Yoongi. Enjoy! 

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It’s very [moist in Vancouver] and so my hair gets very frizzy and so it takes forever, and between every single take they’d, we’d have to stand there and blow dry my hair again and things take a long time
And I got pissed at that?
Well, I think it added to the tension of the fact that I took so fucking long to, you know, is that anything to do with it?
Well, kind of makes me sound like an asshole

By Your Side ~ Fred Weasley imagine

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Hi! Can I request a fred weasley imagine where he and the reader are taking the poly juice potion to look like harry but fred doesn’t want the reader to take it but she convinces him she’ll be okay? And Professor Lupin is both her protector and father but instead of george getting hit can it be the reader? Just fluff and really long please Oh and if you can can you include the death eater attack at bill and fleur’s wedding? Thank you so much I love your writing!

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~~By Your Side~~

You were scared.


That was an understatement.

You were terrified out of your mind. The order was moving Harry to the burrow, but to keep him safe, everyone was taking a Polyjuice Potion to look exactly like him, including you.

The twins walked in and you were relieved. You’ve known those two for as long as you can remember, and being around them always calmed your nerves. You went over to them, gave them each a hug, and stood by them.

As soon as everyone arrived, Professor Moody stormed into the room, and began to tell everyone the plan.

“Harry, you’re still underage, which means you’ve still got the Trace on you,” Mad-Eye said, looking over at him.

“The Trace?” Harry asked.

“You sneeze and the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is, we have to use those means of transport the Trace can’t detect: brooks, thestrals, and the like. We’ll go in pairs. That way if anyone’s out there waiting for us – and I reckon there will be – they won’t know which Harry Potter is the real one.” Mad-Eye pulled out a bottle from his jacket.

“The real one?” Harry looked puzzled.

Moody opened the bottle with a mischievous grin. “I believe you’re familiar with this particular brew.”

“No! Absolutely not!” Harry argued, furrowing his brows.

After the argument, that was quickly ended by Hermione just ripping a piece of hair off of Harry’s head, everyone prepared to drink the potion.

“For those of you who haven’t taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning. It tastes like goblin piss,” Mad-Eye states, walking over to you, Fred, and George.

“Have a lot of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?” Fred joked, taking the potion from him.

Professor Moody gave him the angriest glare.

“Just trying to diffuse the tension,” Fred added awkwardly, taking a sip of the potion. You stifled a giggle and Fred gave you a quick wink in response that made your heart leap.

You didn’t always have a crush on Fred. You used to only see him as a friend. But slowly, you began to fall for him and his antics and pranks. The night you had detention with Umbridge when she was in charge, he comforted you and held you when you cried. He was always there for you.

“Come on, (Y/N). Bottoms up,” George said, handing you the potion after he had taken a sip.

You caught a whiff of the scent from the potion and gagged. You held your nose and quickly downed a sip of the concoction, shuddering as it went down. You passed it to the next person.

Finally, everyone had taken a sip, and morphed into Harry.

Everyone had stripped down and changed into clothes Harry would wear and Mad-Eye began pairing everyone up. You were paired to leave with your father, Remus Lupin.


It was time to leave, and you became scared again. You began to walk out of the house but someone grabbed your hand. You looked back and saw Harry.

Well, everyone looked like Harry.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“Are you (Y/N)?” the clone questioned back.

“Yes, who are you?” You repeated.

“It’s Fred!”

“Oh, hey, Freddie. Everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine… I just…uh…” he paused, looking down towards his feet.

“Be safe out there, yeah?” He murmured, placing a hand softly on your shoulder.

It was a weird yet sweet moment, considering you both looked like Harry. You gave him a smile.

“You, too, Freddie,” you said gently.

At the burrow…

On your way to the burrow, you were hit on the side of your head by one of the Death Eaters, leaving a nasty gash on the side of your face.

You were knocked out, and Remus had to apparate the two of you to the burrow. Remus stumbled into the house, holding you in his arms, tears running down his face.

“Bring her here,” Molly said, her hand shaking as she pointed to the couch. Remus gently laid you down on the sofa. He checked you neck for a pulse before letting out a sigh of relief.

“She’s alive,” he announced, holding onto your hand. Mrs. Weasley placed her hand on her chest. “I’ll go get some cloths,” she said, leaving the room.

Finally, everyone had arrived, the last two being Arthur and Fred.

The potion wore off on everybody as Fred walked into the house. He searched for your face, and his heart dropped when he saw you laying on the couch covered in blood.

“Oh, my god,” he mumbled, running to your side next to Remus. He took your other hand in his.

“(Y/N), please d-don’t be dead. There’s so much I haven’t told you. Get up, please,” Fred stammered, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

Fred liked you. Hell, Fred loved you. He loved how he could come to you whenever he was stressed and you’d be there for him, and he loved how you two would plan out pranks together. He loved you.

But, of course, he’d never tell you that.

“Fred, she’s okay. She’s just unconscious,” Remus interjected, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Was unconscious,” you croaked, opening your eyes. A smile grew on everyone’s faces.

As you tried to sit up, the pain in your head began to pound, causing you to wince.

“Woah, (Y/N), lay back down, darling. It was quite a hit you took,” Remus said, carefully laying you back down.

Your vision was blurry, but you looked over and saw Fred and that dashing smile of his.

And you were okay.


You sat at the table, allowing Mrs. Weasley to fix your wound, while Fred sat across from you, gazing at you.

“Alright, dear. All patched up,” Mrs. Weasley smiled, gently placing a hand on your uninjured cheek.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley,” you smiled back, putting your hand over hers.

She packed up her kit and left the room, leaving you and Fred alone.

“Glad you’re not dead, (Y/N),” Fred grinned.

“Well, me too,” you laughed. Fred laughed along.

“In all seriousness, (Y/N), I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d probably be so lost. Who would help keep you out of trouble?” You teased, playfully shoving him.

“Oh, please. You’re the trouble,” he teased back, causing you to giggle.

He gazed at you as you laughed.

~A few days later…~

The passed days were calm, and today was Bill and Fleur’s big day: their wedding day.

You looked absolutely beautiful in your knee-length dress in your favorite color with flats to match.

The twins were helping set up the tent for the wedding, and you walked over to join them.

“You two need help?” You called out, walking closer to them.

Fred turned around and as soon as his eyes reached you, his jaw dropped. George quickly noticed his twin’s reaction and began to put the pieces together.

Before Fred could speak, George cut him off.

“Actually, yes, we do need help. Will you get those flowers and put them on the tables? I have to talk to Fred for a moment,” George said, pulling his brother aside. You gave him a thumbs up and walked off. George waited till you were out of earshot before speaking.

“Fred, correct me if I’m wrong, but it looks like you fancy (Y/N),” George smirked, turning behind him to look at you and back at Fred

“Well, you’d be wrong there, brother. We’re just friends,” he answered, glancing behind George.

“You sure don’t look at her like you’re ‘just friends’. You’re totally in love with her,”

“I am not! Even if I was, it’s not like she’d feel the same way. Why would she want to be with a git like me?”

“Freddie, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but
(Y/N) definitely likes you back,”

“How would you know?”

“She laughs at all your jokes, you two are always together when I’m not around, and bloody hell, Freddie, do you see the way she looks at you?”

Fred looked over George’s shoulder once more to catch a glimpse of you. He saw you smiling as you and Ginny we’re gathering up the bouquets of flowers, and smiled himself.

“Have you seen the way you look at her?” George added, waving his hand in front of Fred’s face.

“What do I do, Georgie?” Fred sighed. “I want to tell her, but what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Tell her at the wedding tonight. They’ll play a slow song, and you’ll ask her to dance, and then you’ll tell her. It’ll be perfect, trust me,” George ended, putting an arm around Fred.

“What if you’re wrong?” Fred asked, crossing his arms.

“Well, if I’m wrong, then the bloody world will end, because I’m never wrong,” George quipped with a grin.

“Ooh, I guess it’s time to kiss the world goodbye,” Fred retaliated with a smirk.


The wedding was beautiful and it was time for the reception. Everyone danced to the music that played and all was well.

You saw Fred and George standing off to the side and you quickly ran over to them.

“What are you two doing?! It’s a party! Come dance!” You shouted, yanking on both of them.

The twins exchanged a look before turning back to you.

“Actually,” George began. “I have to go-uh-check on something. But, Freddie here is completely and totally available.” George shoved Fred towards you, causing your bodies to be pressed up right against each other.

Fred’s cheeks began to turn red, and so did yours. He turned to glare at George, who gave him a wink and a thumbs up.

“Come on, be my dance partner, Freddie!” You smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor.


After an eternity of joyous party songs, the band finally played a sweet and slow song.

You looked up at Fred but quickly looked away as soon as you felt heat rise up your cheeks.

Fred jokingly cleared his throat and dramatically held out his hand, getting down on one knee.

“(Y/N), may I have this dance?” He said loudly, gazing up at you.

You let out a giggle. “Why, of course!” You responded, following his joke, and placing your hand in his.

He stood up and placed an arm around your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck.

Fred suddenly smiled.

“What’s so funny, Freddie,” you asked, a small smile growing on your face.

“Oh, nothing’s funny. I’m just remembering the first time we’ve done this,” he answered, pulling you slightly closer to him.

“At the Yule Ball. I remember that,” you grinned, reminiscing in the memory. “My date ditched me for that Slytherin girl and you swooped in like a hero.”

“God, I don’t know what you saw in that guy,
(Y/N)! He was so… How do I put this gently? Obnoxious.” Fred divulged.

“Oh, like you’re not obnoxious!” You teased.

“Well, yeah, but when I do it, it’s cute,” Fred responded with a smirk. You let out a laugh and placed your head on his chest.

“Yeah, that guy was a mistake.” You stated.

A smile grew on Fred’s face. He looked up and saw George across the room making kissy faces towards you and Fred.

“What if I had asked you to the ball?” Fred asked.

“That would have been magical,” you smiled to yourself.



The two of you quietly swayed to the music for a bit. Fred broke the silence after a few moments had passed.

“(Y/N)? Can I tell you something?” Fred began to summon up courage.

“Of course, Freddie. What is it?” You lifted your head off of his chest to look him in the eyes.

He felt his heart leap as your eyes locked. He cupped your face with his hands, not breaking eye contact.

“(Y/N), I-I’m in love you,” he stammered.

Your cheeks turned completely red, but a wide smile grew on your face. “Are you really?” You asked, trying to process everything.

“No, I’m Fred. But I really do love you.”

You let out a soft giggle. Fred’s hands moved from your face back to your waist as you placed a hand on his cheek.

“I-I love you, too, Fred.”

Fred let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into a tight embrace. Your arms were around his neck and he spun you around, making you laugh.

When you both pulled away, you locked eyes. Slowly, the two of you started to lean in. You could feel his breath on your skin as you got closer and closer. Your lips were about to touch before there was a loud crashing sound behind you, causing you both to stop. Fred quickly pulled you closer to him and away from the sound.

The crash was caused by a blue orb in the center of the room. Everyone was dead silent as they watched it.

“The Ministry has fallen…” the orb spoke. “The Minister of Magic is dead… They are coming… They are coming…”

The orb then disappeared and everyone began to panic.

That’s when it happened.

Death Eaters started crashing into the tent. They attacked the people, set the room on fire, and did anything they could to cause havoc.

People pushed and shoved to escape. You held on to Fred, making sure you didn’t lose him in the crowd.

“(Y/N), go! Get out of here, please!” Fred begged, taking out his wand to fight back.

“No! I’m not leaving with out you! You’ll be killed!” You cried, keeping a tight grip on his arm.

“Fred! Get out of here! Both of you!” Remus shouted to him.

“Keep her safe!” Remus looked at Fred and then you. Fred nodded and grabbed your hand.

“Wait! Dad!” You called out, but he couldn’t hear you.

Fred quickly apparated the two of you to his room in the burrow.

“I have to go back! I have to help him!” You began to make your way towards the door.

Fred grabbed your hand. “(Y/N), I told him I’d keep you safe. I can’t let you go out there,”

“Fred, let me go!”


“I can’t just let him die!” You cried. You slumped back down onto the floor, crying into your knees. Fred sat down in front of you, lifting your chin up so that you were facing him.

He wiped away the hot tears that streamed down your face, cupping your face in his hands.

You gazed into his eyes as he started to get closer to you. “Everything will be okay,” he murmured softly, resting his forehead against yours. He lifted your chin up once more and brought your face closer to his. You felt his breath against your face again before feeling his lips brush against yours.

Suddenly, your lips met. You placed a hand on his cheek, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity. You both finally pulled away, gazing at each other for a moment.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Fred whispered.

“I love you, too, Freddie.”

“(Y/N)!” Said a sudden voice. Then, you recognized the voice.

“Dad…” you said quietly. You both ran out of the room. You ran down the stairs and immediately into your father’s arms.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” Remus said, holding you close to him. “Thank you, Fred.”
Fred gave a respectful nod.

You pulled away from the hug, looked back at Fred, and smiled.

All was well.

~The End~
•Thank you for requesting!•

rough night - KJ Apa Smut

Originally posted by riverdalecolesprouse

requested: by anon

can you do a kj x reader smut where they’re both on riverdale & are close friends & after rough sex they’re hanging out with the rest of the cast and they see hickeys/bruises/scratches (daddy kink & choking kink please)

Warning!!: unprotected,daddy kink,choking kink plus roughness but like not a lot

A/N: Sorry it sucks send me feedback 

“KJ what the fuck dude?” Cole spoke “what?” KJ turned around and was clearly confused as to why his mate had asked him that randomly “have you been to the woods lately? where you fucking attacked by a mountain lion?” Cole joked KJ went silent as my cheek heated “he’s got scratches” Lili commented “KJ take off your shirt you need some ointment on that asap” Charles chimed in “guys i’m fine” KJ finally spoke up.

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My Pastel Prince

Summary- Punk!Phil and Pastel!Dan in high school.

Word Count- 5.1k

Fluff- near the end.

TW- Mentions of self harm

A/N- Once again I wrote this on my phone at 1am so I’m sorry for any issues there inevitably are.

Dan Shrugged his backpack off his shoulders and placed it on the hook in his locker switching the books he would no longer need with the ones he would be using for the remainder of his own personal day in  hell, or how others referred to it ‘School’, the very word sends shivers down Dan’s spine. Dan’s head hung low, his eyes focusing in on each speck of the hideous pattered floor, praying to every God and Super Hero alike that he could just blend in to his surroundings, doing everything in his power to draw no attention to himself. But it just so happens that being an openly gay, sixteen year old boy that wears pastel pink sweaters, white jeans, pastel purple high top converse and colour co-ordinated flower crowns in a homophobic, narrow minded school with a bunch of dickhead teenagers you tend to be the target for a lot of bullying; In other words, the ‘Ideal Victim’.

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Some Off-The-Cuff Writing Editing Tips bc I’m Writing and Editing Today

I’m editing my essay and splurge-writing my novel today: after doing the editing it’s become harder to free write without editing, as is my policy for this novel draft, because I’m hyper-aware of all the flaws haha

so, some tips, to get them out of my head:

If you have to read a sentence twice, that sentence needs clarifying or simplifying. All your sentences should make sense without interrupting the flow of reading. Maybe you need to switch some clauses around, break it into shorter sentences, or simplify the language. This can be really tricky, I know; sometimes it feels like, ‘this is the only way to say it!’ If that’s the case, leave it and come back to it later; it might make more sense then. 

Leave your writing for at least one day before you edit it. You can edit immediately after finishing writing something, but if you do, you should go through it again another day. If your writing is so fresh in your mind that you remember every word you wrote, your brain might be filling it what it remembers writing rather than letting you read what’s actually on the page, and you’ll end up skimming and missing some typos. You’ll read it too quickly, thinking I know what I wrote. I usually get my dad to read for typos, because he’s the slowest reader I know; slow reading = better typo-finding.

If you have used a colon and/or a semicolon more than once in a sentence that is not a list, it needs to be two sentences. The same could be said of dashes but - as exemplified here - a pair of dashes forming a sidenote is fine. Also, don’t try to use semicolons if you don’t know how; god knows I wish I could turn back time and erase them from my vocabulary because I do know how to use them and boy do I use them, waayyy too much. modern writing doesn’t really need them. 

As my professor once wrote on an essay I handed in, any sentence that goes on for six lines is too long. Yes, I actually Did That. 

Think about terms of address. This is big issue in my novel atm; the pov switches from chapter to chapter, and the characters are getting to know each other slowly so the terms of address will change not only from chapter to chapter, but also as the story goes on. You may call that character by their name in your head, but maybe your narrator would call them by a nickname, or by their surname/title. This is, believe it or not, actually somewhat applicable to essay-writing too: the amount of times I’ve almost referenced a familiar academic or character/figure by their first name…

Unless you’re writing sarcastically/ironically, in first person/inner monologue, or for children/childishly, exclamation marks in the narration usually read badly. I’m sure it can be done, but it’s usually best to avoid it. Unless you’re using the exclamation mark to indicate a tone of voice, consider if it’s deflating rather than adding to the tension of your sentence. It’s a voice-focused piece of punctuation and should really be reserved for speech or inner monologue. 

Adverbs are not evil (despite popular opinion), but double adverbs are usually a bad idea. The same goes for double adjectives. If they describe two different things or two different aspects of a thing - eg, pink and white stripes, walking slowly and carefully, or silent and deadly assassin - you can get away with it, but only sparingly. If you have two adverbs/adjectives that say basically the same thing - she was quiet and shy, this is correct and true, she writes plainly and clearly - scrap one, or find a new word that better encompasses the subtleties of both. If you’re using a lot of adverbs, maybe question whether the verbs need to be talking louder instead. But remember, no entire word group is inherently bad, c’mon writing tips people why do you want to destroy adverbs??

‘Purple Prose’ is not evil either, but consider where your metaphors/similes/description may have gotten too extensive and broken the flow of your writing. Too much of any one thing clumped together can ‘clog up’ your writing, so consider if maybe certain chunks of description - or monologue or speech - could be making this section monotonous, and maybe break it up with something else or shorten it. Variety is helpful for keeping people interested. 

Have you jumped? By this I mean, have you stopped talking about one thing and gone straight on to something totally different? Jumps can be okay, as long as they’re clearly signposted, and as long as the end of the last section and the beginning of the new one are well-closed and well introduced respectively. Any big gaps need to be at least slightly bridged. Alternatively, you could not jump at all and fill the gap in. 

Are you overusing or repeating one word or phrase? I once read a biography of JK Rowling that used the phrase ‘deliriously happy’ for every single good moment in her life. I hated that phrase by the end. Try not to use the same word or phrase to describe everything. It can be hard to spot this in your own writing so beta readers are helpful here. WARNING: this does not go for ‘said’! You are allowed to use ‘said’ and other simple words as much as you like! people will, however, pick up if you use a more specific word too frequently. A comment on my last graded piece was ‘stop saying understanding’ - I’d used it three times in two sentences… 

I’m sure there’s lots more, but that’s all that comes to mind right now. Please remember that these are TIPS and note RULES - there are no ‘rules’ to writing, you do you, this is just what helps me and some common things my teachers have advised me against

please add your own tips to this post and let’s make it into an editing masterpost!

“Alien: Covenant”

-I fucking loved this film, utterly and wholly because Ridley Scott let his freak flag fly

-this film is mythological in stature; combining Greek gods, Mary Shelley, Old Testament, haunted houses, the cosmos; goddamn delightful

-as the first shot implies, the android David is our protagonist

-in fact this film starkly makes me realize that he is kinda the whole key to the “Prometheus” saga (which makes it separate from “Alien” saga)
+everyone else plays second fiddle /he is an id for Ridley

-this might be Fassbender’s greatest performance yet; he is given great leeway and pedestals for the character and hits all of them on the bullseye

-I think the little opening mini movie is marvelous; deftly setting up the idea of mortality and creation

-nice to Guy Pierce play Weyland young, allowing him to put his distinctive gravitas stamp on the character

-the shot of David at the piano is a scrumptious shot that exists inside the film and by itself

-the scope of the space station with the yellow sail, immediately tips us off this will be a grand adventure, far away from the tight corridors of “Alien” and very much its own thing, in the 50’s sci fi mold
+I love it

-didn’t expect a person to burn to death in their cryo sleep chamber. A sharp note to unsettle our nerves

-Fassbender plays a second, pretty much identical looking android named Walter, and his very small adjustments become pronounced the more we see him interact, creating a separate identity

-he is much more docile and very tender to the grieving Daniels (the wife of the burned man)

-Daniels is played by Katherine Waterson, who has a moppet look but fierce convictions

-I find her scene mourning his loss and their shattered co life together very moving and well done
+interesting to note a woman getting over a man’s death when often in films it’s very much the opposite

-what is up with both films in “Prometheus” saga making the pilot the most amusing character, and a name actor playing them? Ideas Elba before, Danny McBride killing it here

-I laughed out loud when the Daniel’s ex is revealed to be James Franco; face timing while rock climbing without a safety rope is exactly what his reputation would infer he would do

-I find the use of McBride humming along to the transmission to the tune of John Denver very amusing
+again echoing Elba playing Stephen Stills’ “love the one you’re with” (and I suppose the disco in Scott’s “The Martian”). 70’s music in the 22nd century. Interesting motif

-I like how the film establishes billy crudup’s character as a total chickenshit, unable to handle the responsibility of leading the crew
+interesting detail where it talks about him being super religious, referring to his fellow colonists as “my flock”, leaving him thought to be unsuitable to delegate and survive under pressure

-crudup of course ignores waterson’s perfectly good advice and reservations, which makes me wonder if the morale of the Universe is “He should have listened to her; the story of the cosmos”

-it is very strange to see so such forest and green land in this series

-I particularly like the line “do you hear that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing”

-the chemical warfare of “Prometheus” is very pronounced as the black substance makes its way into the victims ears noses; again, this directly clashes with the Ripley saga but it’s doing its own thing here and and is pretty consistent

-nice little moment as Walter tries to comfort Daniels’ reservations by simply stating “it would make a lovely spot for a cabin” then walks away; contrast to Crudup’s character overselling how great he finds it, and continues to rattle off how over worried he found Daniels, this smothering her and make her apprehensive
+brevity is the soul of wit is set up here

-good god, there is a ton of blood here, a smattering of it

-I find the scene where the first infected strobes out and spurts blood out his back to be effectively creepy

-I’m considering the creature in this film (“neomorph”) a in between. Not as well designed as the giger perfection, but a huge step up from the black sea liquor from “Prometheus”. It is startling and very well directed

-a masterful little shot as a dead colonist is shown partially in frame, his wedding ring clearly in shot, another man cupping his head, and whispering to his mouth “I love you”; succinctly setting up their same sex love and marriage

-the neomorph is definitely far more animalistic in this film. It’s given unhuman like movements, that suggest more primal instincts

-I cannot do justice to the goosebumps I felt as the party was lead by its stranger savior and we see the charred bodies and landscapes

-the stranger savior is at this point revealed to be David (with iggy pop type hair at first) who then hijacks back the film, rightfully so

-immensely hilarious moment as David shoulder knocks Walter, and adds “Hello there, brother”

-David is giving me Dr. Pretorius (“Bride of Frankenstein”)/Dr. Moreau (“Island of Dr. Moreau”) vibes
+ie creators who bent the structure of biology and didn’t care who got destroyed in the way

-there is a long, long scene where Walter and David take turns playing the flute that is frankly worthy of an entire essay in itself

-firstly, it’s a big fuck you to anyone who was dismayed by the flute segment in “Prometheus”
+there it was five seconds, here it’s like 10 minutes and two identical people are doing it at the same time

-secondly, they are playing the fucking theme to “Prometheus” on said flute
+those is self-reference in the scale of Mel Brooks (and makes me think Ridley was grinning during the Sean bean-“lord of the rings” scene in “The Martian”

-the line to Watler from David “just blow, I will take care of the fingering”

-it is revealed that David unnerved people by being so human like in temperament that future versions like Walter were “streamlined”/neutered, so that Walter can play but not compose
+there’s going to be a whole genetic modification bit coming up, but now I realize how eugenics/forced sterilization this sounds

-the contrasting glee in David’s voice and unease in Walter’s eyes as David relates how he was around their creator when he died, and David notes “he was stupid and weak, like all humans”

-the whole scene the camera is robotically swerving around clearly adding to the tension the audience feels in witnessing this unorthodox meeting

-needless to say, the film takes a monumental leap and variance in tone hereafter

-David mentions that Shaw (From “Prometheus”, last seeing going with David as a decapicated head) died, but she was “so kind to me” and David loved her
-“much the same way Walter looks at you” (Daniels disagrees) “oh, does he call it ‘duty’? I know the difference”

-Ridley is really digging into the horror elements of the film as the neomorph comes up the wall and severs a woman’s head, leaving it floating in a full sink
+the neomorph is eating her shoulder, shoring carnivore habits for the time in this universe

-one of the strangest moments (and there will be plenty coming up) where David and the tall albino neomorph are communicating via breathing

-the most emotion David has is when crudup kills it and David screams “how could you?!? He trusted me!”

-crudup has a equally odd non sequitur where he threatens David to “tell me what is going on, or I will destroy your perfectly calm composure”

-this film is bizarre and exploitive in the extreme

-for those that are keeping track, the importance hierarchy is as follows
+we are fucked

- my favorite sequence in the entire film as we see (via David’s memories?) that he dropped the entire payload of black goo/chemical weapons upon an unsuspecting engineer population (who look totally different from ones we saw in “Prometheus” in facial structures and eyes) and they die as the goo descends upon them like locusts.
+it seriously looks straight out of Exodus as God wrecked his vengeance upon Pharioh

-so yes, that was the charred bodies we saw before

-we see the lair of David as it is littered with graphs, illustrations, designs of his work in the goo into the neomorph and beyond
+ his response, dripping with sarcasm: “idle hands are the devil’s anything”

-we are officially one step closer to classic “Alien” universe as the first facehugger is introduced (to kill crudup)

-Daniels is trying to reach Tennessee (Danny McBride) as still others are getting slaughtered, the neomorphs are clearly the hounds to David’s Satan

-line of the film as crudup wakes up to see David, asks him what his religion is, and he responds “Creation”

-a early beta of the xenomorph is here (still not quite Giger 100), as he splits from Crudup’s chest after the question, and he dances, mimicking the moments of David
+David looks like a puppet master pulling the strings

-more facehugger madness as others go after the remaining human sheep

-much like “Prometheus” this multi million dollar film has a strikingly low opinion of humanity
+ at this point, two films in, the expendable nature of the vast majority of people therein is a feature, not a bug

-positively bizarre sequence as David tempts Walter to his side, kissing him(self) on the lips, before ripping out his neck battery, depowering him

-I neglected to mention just before that my second favorite line of the film, after Walter cited a line then asks who did it, David answers Byron but Walter correctly notes
“No, Shelley. If one section of the orchestra is off, it changes the entire symphony doesn’t it?”

-David has officially gone too far

-David coos “no one knows what it is like to dream and be perfect like myself”

-remember early when I said the importance scales? Well, since Ridley seems to see David as a propionate of creation, therefore a creator it would perhaps follow as such

-possibly subliminal moment where David corners Daniels and she’s asks what really happened to Shaw, and David says “this” then forces a kiss upon Daniels
+so did this robot, who was too human for other humans, teach the neomorph to rape?

-Walter is back (they made a few safety measures since David) and this we get to see someone hitting his own face repeatedly
+it is fucking weird to see this brawling action in a Ridley Scott film

-Tennessee is here to save the day, but now the brute pronto xenomorph is here, and this murder is getting more grisly by the second

-David asks Walter to decide whether to reign in hell or serve in heaven as he reaches for a knife

-the sequence where Daniels is held by a straight line as she keeps falling over the side of the ship, swings and shoots at the proto xeno is jaw dropping

-is Tennessee the giant claw dropper of doom as he uses an arm to crush the proto xeno? Seems like it

-you better believe I was eagle eyes to see if it was Walter or David helping Daniels

-aboard the main ship there is a unidentified life form aboard, but where are the co pilots?

-in a scene straight out of the sleaziest slasher from the 80’s (like prime “Friday the 13th”) the co pilots are having shower sex (to some r&b music) when the xenomorph puts his phallic tail between their genitals
+then impale tongue’s the guy’s head. Sexploitation!

-every close up on Fassbender’s face is a mini master class in suspense

-I fucking cannot believe they brought back the xenomorph point of view, the first time since “Alien 3”

-this second proto xeno is slobbering like the cerberus he is

-my heart is pounding like a jackhammer the entire time Daniels is staying barely ahead of the creature

-“care to lend a lady a hand?” might be the mantra of this depraved series

-the subtle continuity of the cabin comes up as her face screams in terror as she realizes David is here, and there are no cabins in hell

-one final twist of the screw as David coughs up some proto xeno eggs and looks upon the vast laboratory of human frogs to dissect

-this film took everything I loved about “Prometheus” and kicked it up ten notches, while adding many many more layers of cosmic craziness. Oh, and blood.
+ I am fully confident the “Prometheus” saga will gain a cult following and be seen as one man’s tremendous exploitation of his own creation(like David?) and a particular, articulate and demented journey into space hell.

-I myself feel the flames get higher and higher, and wonder if I will be making repeat journeys to this particular corner again. I feel it to be so.

Leniency || Oh Sehun

Drabble Game

31. “Did you just curse at me in a different language?“

34. “A wise man once said to cook lasagna when one is upset.“

Oh Sehun + Reader + Fluff

Sehun went home with troubled thoughts and a thousand knots tightening inside his stomach. Judging from your text messages sent to him, you were reasonably upset about how your day didn’t went well, especially at work. 

It wasn’t that Sehun was guilty of ruining your day, causing his uncomfortable sensitivity. He knew when you’re upset, you have that type of personality to run over everything in front of you. And since he’s the only person you live with in your apartment, it would be rare if you don’t drain your emotions onto him. 

Although, there are times where you would just talk to him about your horrible day, but that wouldn’t happen today.

Sehun walked inside slowly, carefully shutting the door behind him. “Baby?” he called. The house was silent, adding more tension within Sehun’s internal.

A loud ‘clang’ coming from the kitchen shook Sehun in place. 

“(Y/n)?” He saw you leaning down to reach the oven and he watched as you pulled a deep pan from inside. 

“Hello, honey bunch. What are you doing?” He tried hiding his flustered facade through sweet words, in hopes that it can warm you up and distract you from your troubled thoughts, but his voice quivered as he talked and it made you chuckle.

“A wise man once said to cook lasagna when one is upset.“ you lifted the pan with mittens in both hands, turning around to show it to your nervous boyfriend. 

He let out a shaky exhale that he seemed to be holding for a long time, “Ah thank god you’re not mad.” his hand clutched his chest as it heaved every time he takes in a breath. 

“I’ll give you a plate after it cools down.“ you ignored his reactions, walking around him and putting the pan on the kitchen counter.

Warm arms soon snaked around your waist and a light weight pushed against your shoulder. Your head leaned to the side in instinct, pressing it against Sehun’s. 

“Do you want to talk about your day?” he asked before pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You only shook your head saying ‘no’ and it confused Sehun. “You don’t want to rant about your job? Or about anything?”

“No.“ you answered. The two of you stood silently in the kitchen, you still being pressed against the counter while being embraced by Sehun.

You started to release yourself from his cage to move to the living room in attempt to escape the cold environment. But before you could even remove his hands, Sehun twirled you around to face him. He had a serious expression plastered on his face, but his eyes showed worry and somber. 

“You know I’ll always listen to you, right?“ he asked for reassurance.

A sly smile appeared on your soft lips, “Of course, sweetheart.” you raised your hand to cup his cheeks, to which he melted in. “I just chose to leave it.” a kiss was sent to Sehun’s lips, then you headed to the living room.

“Why am I still nervous despite your confidence about the situation..“ you heard Sehun mumble to himself in the kitchen.

“Magsisi ka man sa huli, wala nang mangyayari.“ you beamed from the living room.

It was as if the world froze at the foreign words that left your lips. Sehun became puzzled, curious at what he heard; contemplating whether he heard it right or if his mind was playing games.

“Did you just..“ he scratched the side of his head, biting the inside of his cheek.  “Did you just curse at me in a different language?“ his legs dragged him to your place, and soon enough he was standing in front of you, his tall frame towering every inch of your body.

You drank in the sight of Oh Sehun, who looked insulted with every drop of his masculinity. Your lips were pressed together in attempt to stifle a laugh, your cheeks becoming numb at the exerted presssure.

“No silly!“ you lightly pushed him. “It translates to ‘There’s no point in crying over spilled milk‘, which literally means to move on and leave your resentment behind.“ small snickers left your lips, betraying your compulsion.

Sehun’s expression soon turned into an ‘Oh’ face in realization. “I thought you were badmouthing me. I got upset for a second..” 

“Will a slice of lasagna cheer you up?“

Sehun’s smile that day was the brightest you’ve ever seen.

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[Too Long To Be A] Drabble: His Devilish Fingers

Just realized I never reposted this “drabble” that I wrote last week!! It’s too long to be considered a drabble… but I didn’t edit it to the point I usually do for something posted on @beccaheartschrisevans so I’m still posting it here.

to quote the original post: it’s 1,200 words of filth!

Chris’s long fingers work the muscles in your back as you lay facedown on the bed. You suck in a breath as his digits find a knot just below your shoulder blade and start to work on it.

Your non-college educated boyfriend has a habit of getting lost in the learning sections of bookstores and libraries as he wants to broaden his horizons. You’ve lovingly teased him a time or two on his book choices, but the man can learn anything from a book. Including how to give you the best massage you’ve ever had.

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Popular | Chapter 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: Adding just a bit of drama into this series. Thanks to all of you again for the overwhelmingly positive feedback. I do have bonus chapters planned as well, so look out for those in the future. In the meantime, please enjoy the next installment.

Warnings: Added tension. Watch out, kids.

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The Avengers’ Photoshoot

You blinked twice after another flash went off. This one left you a bit dazed. You removed your arm from Bucky’s to rub your eyes.

“You alright there?” The photographer called out.

“All good!” You give two thumbs up.

“Just a few more to go,” the woman behind the camera reassured you. “Next pose, please!” Stylists rushed all around, grabbing clothes off of hangers and brushing the hair on any head they came across. It was busier and somehow had more cameras than Tony’s press conferences.

What was supposed to be a simple photo shoot for the team turned into a whole fashion show. Everyone was doing their best to show off their unique styles, personalities, and best Instagram materials. Tony decided to do some personal motivating by calling together a small town’s worth of professional photographers, make-up artists, and marketers to really ‘sell’ the Avengers.

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Letters II

for the first chapter- read here

@immobulusmalfoy @philthepegacorn @perksofeatingbacon

It all starts when she first sees him alone. No friends. No enemies. Just him, a sketchbook, and two birds in a nest. Its the loneliness that strikes her, not like lightning, but a match. She doesn’t swoon, or fawn, or even crack a grin. Its a tiny flame of interest permeating in her thoughts. When she sees him shove a first year in the halls, or snicker idly with bad influences, her thoughts will flash to the simple boy on the edge of the forest, humming Chopin and drawing the trees.
Her friends all know she’s taken a liking to him. Specifically, Luna. Her ‘inner eye’ can sense the romance brewing. Or, perhaps, she simply spoke with Theo. Its no lie that Theodore fancies Lovegood. If you look closely, you’ll see them wade in the lake just past midnight.
Its a Friday night when Blaise and Draco finally manage to decode their notes. They trudge into the dormitory, moods covered in molasses. He has a faint smile of relief, knowing the weekend will be no trouble at all, until something odd catches his eye. It isn’t a mess. There isn’t anything. His desk is empty.
A bubbling feeling of lava boils inside his gut, threatening to regurgitate his morning tea all over the new sheets. He spins around, platinum eyes trained onto Theo’s sleeping back.
‘YOU RAT!’ With the strength of a magnet, he hurls Theodore out of his sleep, tossing him onto the messy, boy’s dormitory carpet. ‘Draco, what-’ ‘MY LETTERS, NOTT!’ Blaise looks over, unamused. ‘Look, I-I don’t, I, we-your, Macbeth, he-’
Cool. Calm. Collected.
That’s all he has to be right now. He crouched down, back straight, expression solid. There’s nothing more terrifying than peace before the storm.
‘Theodore-’ He lifts a hand, brushing away the fallen tendril of charcoal. ‘What did you do?’ ‘I was just sitting, doing my work, and then your bird, Macbeth, the Malfoy owl, the one that you trained, that’s been serving your family since your father came to Hogwarts, Macbeth, he just flew in, and then, since I had a rat’s tail, from Potions, the class we’ve been in together since year one, I gave it to him and he really liked it, so then I pet his head, and he was delivering a package, that I might have eaten a bit of, and then I told Macbeth about your letters, and how you’d never get the courage to send them, and then he just flew off.’ Silence. Draco lowered his gaze, collecting his rage, meeting his gaze, leaning in until their noses brushed. ‘That was a bad decision, Nott.’ A gulp added to the tension. ‘By tomorrow morning, Loony won’t even be able to look at you.’ Theo was finally a dead man.
When she hears a rapping at her window, she knows someone is terribly wrong.  Its like an omen at the beginning of a horror film, or the waves pulling back before the tsunami. Hesitantly, she flicks her wand towards the knobs, letting an unknown owl enter the room. It spins its head towards her, giant golden eyes peering into hers’, as if judging whether or not she deserved its message. Apparently she did, since Macbeth left without a hoot or stack of letters. Y/n swallowed an uneasy lump in her throat, her mind arguing with her judgement. Judgement lost.
Her nimble fingers flicked to a letter with the earliest date. The wind blew into her lungs, as she opened the first of a series of stories.

Dearest Y/n,

It seems as though my days are monotonous. Every hour, every minute, and every second I’m swallowed into a world of grey and black. I feel trapped in an earth with no colour or love or meaning. I felt that way, at least. That was until I first saw you. I was out by my thinking tree, completely barren of idea or wonder, when I noticed a young girl weeping. Suddenly, the grey turned into pastel blue, and the black, a willowing taupe. It was muted, but it was colour. I picked up my charcoal and began sketching. My hands were moving all on their own, since I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your hair was wild and your robes were wrinkled. Every bit of you screamed out to me, and I wanted nothing more than to pull you into my arms and sing you to sleep. But fate is not kind. Your tears diminished and your sobs stopped reaching my ears. You left the field and left my sketchbook, a half drawn girl still crying in my pages.


Draco L. Malfoy

She couldn’t know what to think. Draco Malfoy. The boy in her potions class. He’s mean, and arrogant, and an artist. He’s a gory film you want to look away from yet won’t find the strength, because your gut is disgusted but your eyes are astonished, and you can’t seem to pull away.
She opens the next letter.

Dearest Y/n,

I won the quidditch game today! Slytherin verses Gryffindor, and I caught the snitch! I couldn’t help but look into the stands to see if you were there, and guess what? I found you! You don’t know how much it meant, seeing you cheer for me. I felt like puking up glitter and sinking into a pool of chocolate syrup. I wanted to fly loop-de-loops and scream until my lungs ached. Instead, I smiled at you, and hoped you’d notice.
I want to take you flying one day. I’d be a bastard, too, and make sure to take deep dives and sharp turns, just to feel your hands clench around me. God, what I would give to feel you hold me. I’d cut off my hand if it meant getting to hold yours for eternity. If I lost my voice, I’d want to tell you I love you just one time before becoming mute for the rest of my days. Yet, the only words I’ve ever said to you were ‘thank you,’ after you passed me a lacewing fly.
I don’t think I’ll ever be brave enough to speak to you a full sentence, or ever be brave enough to love you, but years from now, when we’re both divorced, I hope to run into you at Diagon Alley, and maybe say three words instead of two.

Truly and Unconditionally Yours,

Draco L. Malfoy

Lowering the letter, her lungs began to contract.
Love- a word more powerful than any spell.
She could hear her heart beating out of her ears as she began tearing the envelopes apart.









Words began popping out of the pages, letters of longing and praying and lusting and wanting surrounding her conscious like flies to a meal. As she dissected a half written letter dated on February 14th, an alarming knock shook her out of thought.
‘Y/n? There’s someone here to see you. Says he’s got a wrong to make right.’
She didn’t have to guess who it was.
The second she opened the door, her eyes met an anxious boy, lips red with bight marks and brows furrowed in fear.
He can’t help but feel honored that she knows his name. At the same time, its met with paralleled trepidation.
‘Have you-er-gottten, or um, received-’
‘I’ve read your letters.’
It’s a breath of release and a choked gag of horror. She knows. Is it a horrible fate that she realizes his affections, or a blessing in disguise?
‘You have.’ She lifts her gaze to him, digesting his disheveled appearance. He looks like he walked through a hurricane to make it to her door. His hair is a nest from pulling too hard on his locks, and his tie hangs limp after having tightened and loosened far too many times. For a moment, he doesn’t look like Malfoy: the bully, the bad guy, the hopeless, but instead, looks like the boy she watched sketch in the evening, with the gentle soul and kind smile.
‘Go to your tree next Friday at five, after class. I’ll have something waiting for you.’ With a soft click, her door closes, and he’s met with every horrible and remarkable emotion, flooding his ribcage all at once.
He can’t know what to feel. All day, his right leg has been racing, jumping up and down in anticipation for what’s to come. When Trelawney bids the class a happy weekend, he flies out the door, legs tumbling down the castle and towards the forest. He’s surprised to find she isn’t there. No Y/n. No sign of her presence. Instead, as he makes his way to the towering oak, he finds sixty two letters, nailed to the bark. He rips them off, finding each page with different messages. His heart stops as he unfolds the first.

Dear Draco,

I read your first letter today. I could feel my lungs decompress every ounce of air once I realized your deepest desires. I can’t help but feel the same. You’re a magical human being, and the world would be dull without you. It would simply be..monotonous. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to go through your sketchbook sometime. Say, right now?
If you want to draw a girl smiling and kissing a handsome artist, go to the Room of Requirement.
Just wish for me.

Always Yours,

Y/n L/n