and if someone could write a fic

malec fics I’ll probably never write but someone definitely should and also tag me so I can read them:

inspired by this post by @otppurefuckingmagic

  • Alec Lightwood has a job interview that could change his future, finally help him free himself from his parents’ hold on his life. So, obviously, he is freaking out. What better way to relax than to go have a drink the night before? At least, that’s what Izzy and Jace say when they drag him to Pandemonium, the new club that opened a few blocks away. Alec might be prone to believe them after a while, especially when he finds himself on his way to have the night of his life with the hottest guy he’s ever seen a few hours later. Magnus - or Sex on Legs as Alec has decided to call him in his head - even is sweet enough to cook him breakfast the next morning before they part with each other’s number but the knowledge that neither of them was looking for anything more. They just don’t have time for a real relationship and they’ve made it clear. Alec is convinced he will never see him again. That is until he gets to his job interview and Magnus is sitting there with a grave expression, a suit that makes him look annoyingly appealing and a raging bruise on his neck.
  • Joining the New York Philharmonic orchestra has always been Alec’s dream and he made it come true through years of hard work and lost sleep. Now he finally has a chance to become First Chair, but a newcomer threatens to steal his well-deserved place as leader. Magnus Bane is a prodigy and if his technique is flawless, it is the passion that transpires from his every motion when he plays the violin that grabs anyone’s - and Alec’s - attention. Alec wants to hate him, he really does, but it doesn’t help that in addition to being so frustratingly talented, Magnus Bane is also sweet and patient and utterly charming. And he refuses to make the run for First Chair feel like the competition it actually is. Alec might be screwed.
  • Magnus and Alec babysitting Clary and Jace’s child, but the child has a huge crush on Magnus and spends the whole night pulling pranks on Alec whenever they start acting like the married couple they are. Alec loves the kid. He does, but he is slowly starting to lose his mind and if that little demon prevents him from kissing his husband one more time, he might lose it. Magnus just thinks it’s hilarious - and adorable - to have two children - one of them being a 6′2 shadowhunter - fighting for him.
  • Magnus is a Robin Hood-esque character and he particularly likes to steal from the Lightwood family.
  • A Beauty and the Beast AU with Magnus as Belle and Alec as the Beast. Also featuring Jace the candlestick, Izzy the clock, Maryse the teapot and Max the teacup. Luke, Magnus’ adoptive father, gets lost in the forest while trying to help a injured wolf he found on the road on his way back from the city and he comes across the Beast’s castle, and gets captured. After they learn the news, Magnus goes to the castle and offers to take Luke’s place, despite Luke’s objection… We all know how that story ends. Sebastian as Gaston? I guess?
  • Magnus goes to his favorite coffee shop and the place is crowded so he ends up sharing a table with a stranger who also turns out to be the epitome of Tall, Dark and Handsome. They start talking because Alec is reading a book by Magnus’ favorite writer, Gideon Archer, and Alec keeps dragging the guy and hating on his books and Magnus just can’t have that. They argue for hours about it and regularly meet afterwards to talk about literature and books, and after a few meetings, book talks turn into anything and everything talks. When Alec realizes he is in love with Magnus, it’s probably already too late to tell him that he is, in fact, Gideon Archer.
  • Izzy and Jace get Alec and his son Max a cruise for Christmas because he hasn’t taken a vacation for ages. On the ship, they meet Magnus and his son Raphael, who are on a well-deserved vacation themselves. Max and Raphael hit it off as soon as they meet and decide they will spend every minute possible together. If they use that time to make up an intricate plan to get their dads together, well… what they don’t know can’t hurt them.
  • Alec and Magnus are both professors at NYU but they work in different departments and have never stumbled into each other. That is until one evening, Alec sees a stranger standing under the pouring rain and offers to share his umbrella with him and walk him home. He just doesn’t want him to get sick. This has nothing to do with that guy being the hottest piece of ass he has ever seen. He’s just being a nice person.
  • The Proposal AU. (seriously, why hasn’t this been done yet?)
  • Victorian AU. I have no plot for this one but I need it like I need air.

anonymous asked:

Your blog is fantastic! Such good fics! Do you take requests or know someone who takes requests? Because that scene in the last episode( spoilers if you haven't seen it) where Magnus freaks out a bit because he thinks Jace can feel them having sex made me think....what if he could?

thank you for the blog love!! i rarely take prompts anymore because of itsb, it dominates most of my writing time :) but this is a great prompt!! i’ll post it for anyone to take. who wants this one??? ♡ xx

things you should definitely 100% not think about when you think about philip shea (except do because philip shea is perfect and you should always think about him)

- Okay, first of all, don’t think about how Philip was literally almost shot and actually did literally beg for his life for a moment and allowed himself to be scared about that for approximately .5 seconds before sucking it up and remaining seemingly calm for pretty much the rest of the show (except for when he realized tommy and tracey were in danger. because philip shea cares about other people. but once they are gone, he accepts it quickly and moves on. that is philips’ like number one skill. accept and move on. don’t think about why that is).

- Don’t think about how he somehow got to the city in the middle of the night and then didn’t even risk going inside. Don’t think about how he just curled up on the couch outdoors as if this was a common, acceptable place for him to sleep and passed out, alone, after almost being killed.

- Don’t think about how he goes from saying “I’m done. can’t go back, can’t go back there” to accepting he can’t live with him mom again in approximately ten seconds. He doesn’t argue too much about it. Doesn’t beg or plead or threaten to run away. Just says “I know” and gives his mom cigarettes and then sits and comes out to her because she wants to hear nice things about him and to him, lukas liking him back enough to kiss him is a nice thing.

- Don’t think about how when given the opportunity, Philip will sit next to a man who has almost definitely abused him and just do nothing but pretend the guy likes him.

- Don’t think about his honest confusion when he asks “Why not” after Lukas says he didn’t have sex with Rose.

- Don’t think about how Philip is so calm and willing to do or be whatever the person he loves (read: his mom and Lukas) needs him to be. I mean, yes, he tells Lukas no that one time and calls him on his shit other times, but really, overall, the kid is willing to put himself on the line for those he cares about: “Had to be cool for my mom—I can be cool for you to.” “What do you want me to say? I’ll say whatever you want.” Ugh, he just—he tells Lukas not to drink the hand sanitizer but then three seconds later he does the same thing, no questions asked, because Lukas tells him to. Don’t even get me started on the whole Rose debacle.

- Lukas freaks out when Philip hands him a condom, Philip minimizes it and says “It’s okay. it’s okay, it’s fine” coaxes him back down and no more pressure to do anything. Philip tells Lukas he told his mom about them, Lukas says “There’s nothing to say” and Philip just nods quickly, “Okay.” Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t call Lukas on anything. Just says okay and then offers to take Lukas into the city cause he thinks that will help him.

- Philip won’t get Lukas drugs, but he will help Lukas look for things to sell when he asks and go with him to the pawn shop and wait outside while he does it.

- And, like, I’m not saying this to say Philip is a pushover or weak, he’s not- he’s just contained. All the time. He is the stable one. The calm one. He is careful not to push too much. He thinks of solutions and waits to see if they will actually be listened to but is very, very cautious with actually being assertive with his ideas/wants/needs. He is just so much more attuned to everyone else.

- Oh, ALSO, don’t think too much about how Philip overheard Gabe and Helen arguing about him and chose to step out and put himself in that line of fire anyway. He could have just hung back and waited a little. Or, fuck, run off until things cooled down. But Gabe was being yelled at and they were arguing and so he decided to step in. Cause Philip wants to keep everyone happy.

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Love Letters And Scribbles of Hope

Soulmate AU in which soulmates can communicate by writing things on their skin

Newt Scamander x Reader

Warnings: none 

A Sequel to Prelude (coming soon)

Followed by Uncommon

Originally posted by elenarinya

Throughout the entirety of your life, you’d never met someone quite like your soulmate.

You didn’t know his name, nor could he tell it to you. For some reason, that wasn’t allowed. 

It was things like this that made you often wish you were a No-Maj. They didn’t have to experience the painfully annoying process of finding a soulmate. 

Your soulmate, whom you often referred to as “N.S” (his initials), is perhaps the most sweet people on the Earth. 

He enjoyed to read, did his best to avoid crowds, and studied profusely the creatures of the Wizarding world. Incredibly smart and kind, you wanted nothing more than to meet him immediately. One drawback of the incredibly odd part of the Soulmate Charm was the fact you, nor him, could ask any questions that could be used to find his location. 

It didn’t stop you from figuring it out, though; he was from Britain, something clear by the way he spelt certain words. That was half away around the world, wasn’t it? 

You didn’t know. You didn’t want to know, really, because that made it feel all the more impossible to find him. 

Nonetheless, you talked with each other constantly. There were never any huge fights you had had besides the one where you found out he had a crush on a girl with the initials of “L.L.” 

You ignored him for about a week before apologizing. 

Some of the toughest times for him included L.L and his expulsion from his school. He drifted from you after that, not talking to you as often as before. 

You supposed there wasn’t much to be done in that sense. 

You graduated from Illvermorny in 1920 at the bright age of eighteen. Your elder sisters, Tina and Queenie, had picked you up from the train station with bright grins and loud laughs. 

The entire way home, Queenie went on and on about how happy she was you were going to be living in the new apartment. You hadn’t been back home such a long time and Queenie assured you it was “absolutely comfy as can be.”

You took her word for it. 

N.S congratulated you on your graduation, saying he wished he could send you a present or give you a kiss at the very least. 

You simply blushed at that and replied with “Oh, hush, it’s fine.”

That night, you unpacked in your bedroom. It felt odd, knowing that once this summer ended you wouldn’t be going back. In a way it was exciting and comforting; living in the Big City at eighteen years old. 

“So,” Tina sang as Queenie set a cake down in front of you. “Make a wish, buttercup!” 

You closed your eyes, biting your lip in thought. “Queenie, no peeking,” you reminded her. 

You blew out the candles and your sisters clapped. 

And now, you thought, I wait for my N.S to come.

December 8th, 1926

N.S. I hope you are feeling a bit better. Safe travels.

The message faded away instantly, telling you he saw it on the palm of his hand. It hurt when he didn’t reply. 

“It’s okay, hun,” Queenie said soothingly. “He’s probably just busy, what with goin’ out overseas and all!” You sighed but nodded. “I suppose,” you said, though you weren’t sure. 

Tina sent you a sympathetic gaze. “It’s going to be okay, [Y/n]. At least you have a soulmate.” 

You frowned. “You guys might have soulmates, you know. Maybe they’re a No-Maj or somethin’.”

Tina raised her eyebrows. “You know that law strictly prohibits No-Maj and Wizard relationships.”

“But, Tina, even if they’re a soulmate?” you emphasised. “Look at the President. Her soulmate was a No-Maj.”

“Yes, but they didn’t get married,” she argued. “They also didn’t have any relationship after that because it’s the law.”

You huffed, standing up with your hands on the table. “Alright, you win for today, but only because I’m too tired to argue with you.” 

December 15th, 1926

I’ve arrived safe and sound. 

These were the only words you had heard from N.S since he told you he was going on an adventure of some sort. 

You had no time to reply when a fresh stack of paper-work got plopped on your desk. You glared at the man, Henry, who walked off with a smug smile. 

That man enjoyed ruining everyone’s day, you knew it. 

Without really thinking, you signed off on every page that needed signature, sorting them into piles. 

“Hello, doll,” a voice sang. You peered overtop the stack of pages, only to roll your eyes. 

“What do you want, Stevie?” you sighed, gearing up your typewriter. “How’s your N.S doin’?” he asked with a cunning grin. 

“He’s doin’ just fine,” you replied with a bittersweet smile. Honestly, that could have been a lie for all you know, seeing as N.S wouldn’t talk to you.

 “Aw, honey, just come get dinner with me, just once!” You stood up, collecting the first layer of papers. “Don’t call me ‘Honey’,” you responded, brushing past him. “I will get a date with you, [Y/n]!” he called after you. 

You only groaned as you stepped into the elevator. “Wand registration, please,” you asked the operator with a polite smile. As you waited, you peeked at the palm of your hand. 

No response. 

The operator noticed your disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he assured you when the elevator came to a stop. “My wife never replies to me.”

You laughed and thanked him before stepping out. “Tina!” you sigh, slowly walking about. “I have those applications you asked for, although the one for the foreigner is blank because I couldn’t get a name.” You strolled around the corner only to see her desk empty. You frowned, going over and finding a note left for either you or Queenie. 

Out. It was urgent. See you at home

-Tina G.

You shrugged and set the stack of applications down on her desk. 

You checked out of work a little while later. The weather was frigid and cold. 

You walked home, forcing your hands to stay inside your coat pockets; you couldn’t let yourself become attached to a man you didn’t even know. 

“Queenie,” you called, walking through the doors of your home, “I’m home.”

Queenie ran to you immediately and grasped your hands. “Go do up your hair!” she whisper-yelled. “Why?” you replied in the same tone. 

“We have visitors! And one of them is your soulmate!” she squealed happily. 

Your eyes went wide. “Queenie, stop yankin’ me,” you say with a wobbly voice. “I’m not! I swear on my life, I’m not, honey-pie,” Queenie said, putting her hands on your cheeks. “I read his mind!”

“Queenie,” you said warningly. “Oh, I know, I know,” she said, pulling away. “I know what you’re going to say but I just couldn’t help it. He feels so bad for ignorin’ you, actually.”

You went rigid. Maybe it was him. 

“What’s his name?” you demand first. 

“One Newt Scamander. He has a cute friend, too.”

“I don’t care about the friend, Queenie. What is his soulmate’s initials.”

“[1st initial] G. I’m assuming the G is for Goldstein and the [1st initial] is for [Y/n],” she sang. You glared at your sister before ripping your coat off and hanging it up. “Whoever that man is, I can promise you it won’t be my N.S. Loads of people have his initials and my initials, that isn’t a valid reason to assume something.”

“B-but honey-pie, he’s a Brit!” Queenie said desperately, grasping your wrist as you walked away. “[Y/n], I know. I know. That’s your soulmate just there, sitting at our dining table. You have got to trust me.”

You stare at Queenie questionably, examining her. “Fine. I believe you.”

She went to clap her hands together. 

“But! I look like complete trash. The wind ruined my hair and I wasn’t exactly expecting to meet anyone so I didn’t wear a nice outfit. How long are they going to be here?”

“All night, I suspect.”

“Fine. I’ll…I’ll talk to them later. Don’t say anything about me to him!” you added, pointing a finger at her. “I won’t, I promise I won’t say anything about you again…”


“Shush!” Queenie exclaimed. “Tina is still in their with them and she doesn’t like when we yell.” 

“Oh, please, she isn’t queen of the world,” you grumbled as you trudged up the staircase. “Ah,” you heard Queenie sigh, “what a fine job that oughta be.” 

You paced your bedroom, staring at the quill and bottle of ink that sat on your vanity. 

With a short curse, you sat down and seized the quill in hand. 

reply, please. it’s an emergency you scribble down on your palm. 

Newt turned his hand over and looked around at the others in the table, frantic. “I need a pen!” he exclaimed, cutting off the rather awkward dinner conversation. “Hurry up, I need a pen!”

Tina, startled by his outburst, stands. “Alright, just calm down, I’ll be right back.”

Queenie gives him a knowing wink from over the brim of her teacup. 

Tina strolled back in and set down a fountain pen for him to use. 

They all watch as he begins to scribble on his hand. “Stop watching,” he said sheepishly, sliding down in his seat to hide his message. 

“Er…what’s going on?” Jacob asks quietly. “He’s talkin’ to his sweetheart,” Queenie says with a dreamy smile. 

“Oh, alright,” he says as though he understands. What the hell? 

I’m here

You stare at your hand and sigh. He replied. 

My sister is telling me you’re in my dining room you write.

I’m in a dining room…what does your sister happen to look like? 

Cute blonde

I see a blonde

Now ISN’T the time 

Alright, fine

What does that mean?

You wait patiently for a reply, chewing on your lower lip. The ink fades and no reply comes. 

Please don’t ignore me

Once again, the ink fades and he doesn’t reply. 

You stand up and angrily run a hand through your hair. 

“What does that mean?!” you shout to no one, wishing you could just hear what he had to say.

“It means that I’ve finally found you,” a gentle voice says. 

You’ve never felt happier.

Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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@mimimojo said: “So I saw a Victor body pillow on Facebook and was wondering if you could write a fic where Yuuri has one and hides it with all his other Victor fan stuff under his bed or something and Victor finds it”

He’d just been looking for a bedsheet.

“Ack! Victor! No!

Victor blinked, wondering why Yuuri would sound so panicked over bedding (clean bedding, even), and then he tugged the pillow free.

And found himself face-to-face with… himself.

The body pillow was obviously of high quality, if somewhat dubious in origin, with Victor lounging luxuriously on the cover, bedroom eyes aimed at the holder.

Victor was impressed.

Yuuri was…

Victor didn’t turn his head, but he was fairly certain Yuuri had lost all color.

“Amazing. They even got my eyes right,” he complimented, undecided as to whether to laugh or not.

A body pillow. Of him. Victor wasn’t exactly surprised it existed, but to find one here while looking for a bedsheet of all things…

Yuuri made a noise like a dying animal. A very small, very cute animal, but a dying one all the same.

“Ah,” said Yuuri’s sister, poking her head into the room. “I forgot you had that thing.”

Hhrrghk,” said Yuuri.

“You and Yuuko saved up for ages for it, remember—” She caught sight of Victor and covered her mouth. “Ah. Never mind.”


Flattery. Flattered was the correct response, Victor decided, to having his image worked for by not only Yuuri’s very cute friend, but Yuuri himself.

Yuuri seemed to unfreeze, bodily shoving his sister out the door and slamming it behind her.

This, incidentally, shut him in with Victor.

Victor swore he could sense the moment this occurred to him.

Taking pity and more than a little amused, Victor spoke.

“Well, it certainly looks comfortable.” Then, because he really just couldn’t resist, he added, “Not as comfortable as me, though, I assure you.”

(Now, if only he could convince Yuuri to test that out…)

Victor,” said Yuuri, in a tone that suggested he was going to make any witnesses of this incident disappear, himself included.

Victor glanced over and pulled his most innocent face. “Are you doubting me? I can prove it, you know.”


Yuuri was adorably red.

“Are you sure?” Victor wheedled, utterly charmed.

Yes,” hissed Yuuri, and Victor watched the color climb up to his ears.

It was possible that Victor was having too much fun with this.

Only possible.

“Then I’ll have to prove it to myself,” Victor decided, regarding the pillow with something not unlike rivalry.

“Prove…?” Yuuri echoed dumbly, looking between the two Victors while the color in his face rose higher and higher.

“Of course! Which Victor is more comfortable — it’s a battle.”

Then Victor grinned over his shoulder. “And you can judge!”

Yuuri’s glasses slid down his nose.


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Fics I will never write: 2/?

The Assassin and the Senator

In a time when anyone will do anything to get further, Armitage Hux is highly sought after; a sharpshooter with expert training, steel composure, and little conscious for others, he is one of the most deadly mercenaries in the galaxy. Preferring to remain covert, Hux works outside of distinction, keeping himself limited to underground circles, but when an unknown customer puts up 75 million for a job, Hux cannot refuse, and moves up to the political world where an illustrious senator by the name of Kylo Amidala becomes his next target. However, the assignment proves much more dangerous than Hux ever imagines when after infiltrating the ranks of his guard, the Senator himself takes a decidedly arousing interest in his would-be assassin, knowing much more than he lets on. As Hux is swept up in the enigma that is Kylo Amidala and the two grow closer, the stakes rise higher than ever before, making Hux question: when the time comes, will he be able to pull the trigger?

hamilsquad hcs, pt. 2;

Okay okay idk if request are open for HC or anything but can I get some more HC for Poly!Hamilsquad?? I friggen love you btw💜

boss’ memo : HCs are still open / will be open for a while!! i don’t close ‘em unless i have 20 in the inbox! and how could i resist someone confessin’ their love for me? ilu too, anon friend !!!! <3 also!! if you guys have any hcs, you can send them to me as asks and i might write something about ‘em ! you can also ask me to expand on some hcs in the form of fics !

  • how you won their hearts, a guide:
    • you’re with john laurens, first. you approach him after he gets in a scuffle, offering to help patch him up. it’s a slow romance–with the two of you going from friends to best friends to rivals and back again and during a moment of tension, he announces his feelings for you !! he thinks you’re sometimes too reckless, but so is he, and the two of you gotta stick together!! (he later informs you that he’s in a polyam relationship, and offers to introduce you to his partners. you take it all better than he thinks you would’ve!)
    • and so, hamilton falls in love with you because don’t think he didn’t notice your eyes darting to watch him work. don’t think he didn’t notice you bring him something to drink. don’t think he didn’t notice you doting over him, telling him to go to bed, bringing him a blanket, turning the lights off… he may be exhausted, but don’t think he didn’t notice–oh. how cute you are. whoa. oooh, you’re adorable!! especially when you notice he’s looking at you! welp, now he’s got the urge to write about you and well, here he goes!! that’s two pages now! he doesn’t waste much time in confessing to you !!
    • hercules has been trying to get with you since day one, as he realizes that if two of his partners adore you, then clearly, you’re something special ! he pulls out all the stops, realizes that you have the most amazing smile, makes a fool of himself just to see it–brings you gifts, slowly eases you into being comfortable with his touch. he works it up until he can surprise you with kisses. you wake up in bed with hercules one morning, around two am. you sit up at the same time he does and the two of you only have to squint at each other in the darkness for a few moments before he mumbles, “… uh, this okay with you?”. you nod, and he kisses you before pulling you into bed with him for more nap time and cuddling. he falls in love with the way you cuddle into his chest and smile into his neck. he understands now !! alex and john grin when they see you wearing his shirt.
    • lafayette takes a bit to come around, but not because he dislikes you or is wary, no–as a matter of fact, the two of you end up being pretty close friends! but for a while, that’s all it is… and your other three partners insist that lafayette adores you, insist that he tells them his feelings. you only realize lafayette likes you until hercules has enough and gestures for you to confess to each other before leaving the room (not without a pointed look at both of you). in a release of nervous energy, lafayette ends up kissing you instead of saying anything. you end up having to confess between desperate kisses–he’s too embarrassed to say anything at his lack of self control.
  • (modern AU) the group chat name changes every single week, but it stayed as “the heterosexual agenda” for the longest time
    • in john’s phone, your name is “the salty one”
      • (you have argued that you are, in fact, the spicy one and not the salty one. he refuses to change it)
      • he types,,,, like,,, kinda how i type this??? he lets the grammar be,, types fast and sometimes misspells things,, doesn’t care much for it
      • things are bad if he types in one word sentences
    • in lafayette’s phone, your name is “(pink heart) Protect Them (red heart)”
      • (lafayette is pure and loves you very much)
      • he capitalizes Important Words and otherwise doesn’t use punctuation
      • things are bad when he types in all lowercase
    • in hercules’ phone, your name is “small jelly bean”
      • (you’re smaller than him and you’re sweet)
      • he types in all lowercase, and uses mostly perfect punctuation and grammar, just doesn’t use any periods at the ends of his sentences unless he’s Upset
      • things are bad if he just responds with “…”
    • in alexander’s phone, your name is “LOO K AT MY PA RT NER”
      • (i need not explain)
      • he types in all caps, minimal punctuation, semi-coherent grammar,, you can kind of understand him. kinda. he quadruple texts.
      • things are bad if he types in perfect grammar…. or in one word sentences.
By The Light Of The Moon (Cassian Andor x Reader)

Originally posted by frekkenbok

Actions speak louder than words, and when Cassian doesn’t believe you could love someone like him, you decide to show him just how wrong he is. 

Cassian never felt the need to announce himself. He preferred to be quiet and fluid—an observer—rather than an overcoming presence that captured everyone’s breath the second he entered a room. When it was prudent, he could make himself big. He could peel away at even the most layered egos in a quiet, intimate setting, where his voice barely had to raise above a whisper to sound dominant…but that was only when it was necessary. His interactions with others were always thought out, creating a sort of delicate ecosystem on the base where half of the people ducked their eyes down when he passed by, and the other half only knew him through vague rumors that were often written off. It kept him unpredictable to everyone except you.

Somehow you managed to figure him out, and the only thing about that that surprised you, was the fact that he was completely okay with it. You had a mutual fascination with one another, and soon, that fascination turned into a sweltering romance.

At first it was just sex with a purpose. You’d give each other a much needed release from the tension that the cause gave you on a daily basis, but soon, you appreciated each other for more than that. You’d hang around each other simply because you enjoyed each other’s presence. You kept things quiet, only interacting at night when he’d slip into your room and wrap his arms around you. Words were few and far between on both ends because you knew that if you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop, and that sort of vulnerability wasn’t an opulence you had as long as the fight was going on. It was a strange relationship. The sort of thing that only you both understood, but it worked.

And then, all of it changed.

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Everyone romanticizes the thought of creating OCs and original content but when you come down to it the truth is that no one else tends to give a fuck about all your hard work and love you put into these characters and your fan art/fics will get hundreds more notes than anything original you create. And that’s really shitty. Support artists and writers, friends, you never know when someone’s original characters and content could become your favourite new thing.

Newt x reader :: Remember Me
Request: I love your work!❤️ If you don’t mind, what about a story where the reader has amnesia and newt is all distraught😭😭

Notes: I’m really trying to improve the angst in my writing. I hope you enjoy this one lots, reader! 

Originally posted by sirredmayne

Your head hurt as if someone had treated it like clay; flattened and then beaten back into shape. Above you the full moon hung in a velvety dark sky, and could feel grass and dirt underneath you between your fingers. Your mouth felt strangely parched causing you let out a sharp cough. Immediately footsteps pounded towards you.

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)…” a strange man said desperately. You squinted at him. Who the hell was this and who was he talking about?

“(Y/N), you’re awake?” he said again.

“Who?” you said, “Who are you talking about?”

He paused, looking confused for a moment and said, “(Y/N), you were hit with a dragon’s tail.”

“What? Who is (Y/N) and…dragons?”

“Yes! I mean, (Y/N), I’m talking about you!”

Who is (Y/N)?

You were starting to get angry. You just wanted someone to tell you what was going on, not make up some sort of bloody story about dragons. The strange man swallowed hard and stared at you with green eyes as wide as saucers.

Can you tell me where the bloody hell I am and what’s going on?” Your annoyance was making your heart pump harder and with each beat your head throbbed.

“(Y/N)…do you…do you not know who you are?”

“I. Don’t. Know. Who. You. Are. Talking. About,” you gritted your teeth and tried sitting up but the man gently kept you down with his hands.

“Don’t move. You must have some sort of, erm, some sort of head injury…” he looked very pale and his breathing got shallow. You wondered if he was going to pass out.

“Who are you?” you hissed, upset about being kept on the ground.

“Who–Who am I?” his voice quavered.

“Yes! Who are you? Where am I? What’s going on? Did you kidnap me or something?”

“What? No…no. This isn’t funny, (Y/N).”

“I know it’s not funny! I’m trying to make sense of all this! I wake up in a strange place with a strange man kneeling over me and feeling like I’ve been beaten up–ACK!” You exclaimed as a sharp pain shot through the left side of your head. You brought a hand up to touch it and it was so swollen and tender you let out a yelp.


“WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS (Y/N)?!” You felt like crying in frustration.

The man suddenly sat back on his heels. His hands were shaking and he looked completely taken aback. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down; this man looked even more scared than you should be in this situation at the moment.

“Please…just tell me who you are and why I’m here,” you pleaded quietly.

“I’m Newt,” he said hopefully, as if this might jog your memory of him.


“Newton Scamander.”

You squinted at him. He looked like you may have seen him before, a passing face, but you couldn’t string together any real memories of him. There was something oddly comforting about him though. He didn’t give off the aura of a kidnapper.

“I don’t know you.”

“Newton. Scamander,” he repeated firmly.

You tried to reach into your mind one last time for any hints, but with no luck. “No…I don’t know you.”

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, “Do you know where you are?”

“Not the slightest.”

“You’re in Ukraine. You’re–well you were–doing research on dragons with me, your…” he trailed off.



“Why does my whole body hurt? Why am I here?”

“You were,” Newt ran his hand through his hair trying to find the right words, “Well, hit by a dragon on a rampage. We all tried to hold it back and you got a little too close and, well, got hit very, very hard by it’s tail. You’ve been unconscious. I had to carry you back here, back to camp.”

You said slowly, “So…you’re Newt Salamander. I’m in Ukraine and got hit by a dragon’s tail and now I’m laying in your camp?”

“Well, our camp.”

Our? What kind of relationship do you have with me?”

He looked at you with the saddest eyes you’d ever seen.

“I…you really don’t remember a single thing?” he whispered.

“No. Please. Help me,” you were starting to feel very scared suddenly and without warning tears began to rim your eyes. You were trying very hard not to panic, but it was getting more and more difficult to hold back.

Newt leaned closer to you. You noticed his clothes were torn and had burn marks, and his face was bloodied and scratched.

“Please don’t be frightened,” he breathed as he wrapped his arms around you as gently as he could, “I want to help you.”

A few drops of water soaked the front of your shirt and you realized he had begun crying. He was hiding his face from you. “Please remember me,” his voice shook.

“I can’t,” you said feeling a rush of coldness run through your veins.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and immediately hundreds of tiny white stars seemed to dance through the night sky and you felt incredibly dizzy.

“Newt…” you said collapsing back onto the ground, “Whoever you are, please help me.”

“(Y/N)!” Newt said cradling your head, “(Y/N), please, please stay with me. Stay awake with me.” He sounded panicked but you were far too woozy to care. You felt as if you were very drunk: the world spun, you couldn’t keep a train of thought straight, and you were extremely sleepy.

“Stay with me, (Y/N), stay awake. I’m going to call for help from the others again,” Newt said, his trembling hand finding the wand in his pocket. He pointed it straight in the air and a plume of bright red sparks shot high above the trees. You smiled. It was quite beautiful. Between the stars in your eyes and the flare you felt as if you were being enveloped in glittering light. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be surrounded by the sparks.

“Stay with me…they’ll be here soon, I can hear them!” Newt pleaded, holding both of your hands tightly, “I won’t leave you! Just stay awake!”

Tears were streaming down his face like rivers now. You opened your eyes once to see him illuminated by the beautiful light. He looked otherworldly, like a vision. You thought to yourself that if he was the last sight you saw before sleep you would have the most pleasant dreams.

As you closed your eyes and succumbed to comforting darkness of unconsciousness once more, you heard his voice echoing further and further away, “(Y/N)…please…please…”

Just before you drifted off completely you thought you could make out the words, “I love you, I love you.”


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A SnowBaz fic about camping for the Carry On Countdown

Simon had never been camping before, which was odd when he thought about it.  He’d often had someone to live with during the summer, but none of them were particularly “outdoorsy” folk.  Besides, camping with the people he’d lived with could never have compared to camping with his best friends, his real family.

           They were lying on the ground, all four of them, around the smouldering coals of what had been their campfire.  A thin trail of smoke still drifted into the sky, but it didn’t obscure the stars.  Simon heard Agatha yawn from the other side of the fire pit, and Penny shifted in the grass towards his left.  Simon almost shivered from the dew that was already forming all around them. Under normal circumstances he would have been cold, possibly too cold to enjoy the peace, the tranquility of the night.

           Except that tonight he lay beside Baz.  Very close, in fact.

           And for some reason, that thought was keeping Simon warm.

           “See any constellations, Pen?” he asked.

           “There’s Orion,” she pointed up at the sky.  Simon squinted.  They were all just stars, he couldn’t make out a particular shape.


           “Over there,” came Baz’s soft voice, and he pointed the way that Penny did.  Simon tried to follow the line of Baz’s arm.

           “Those bright three?”

           “That’s the belt,” Penny replied.  “It you look up and a little to the right of the third star, you’ll see his bow.”

           “Wait, which third star?”

           “To the right.”

           “Oh, okay, I found it.”

           They went silent, everyone trying to open their eyes as wide as they could, take in all the stars at once through the treetops.

           Suddenly Agatha sat up.  “Did you see that?” she cried.


           “A shooting star!”

           “Where?” Simon’s gaze darted around the sky.

           “Well, it’s gone now,” Agatha sighed.

           “Don’t forget to make a wish,” Penny reminded her. Agatha wrapped her arms around her knees, still staring up at the sky.  She stayed that way for a while before eventually lying back down.  It must have been a good wish.

           “Don’t worry,” Penny said to no one in particular. “There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, we should have plenty of chances.”

           What should I wish for?

           Simon pushed the thought aside.  If he saw a shooting star, he would wish for whatever hit him first, whatever came to him at that moment.  He wouldn’t think.

           What would Baz wish for?

           That probably wasn’t a good thing to think about either. Every time Simon tried to figure Baz out, to solve the riddle that was his best friend, he just ended up with a headache.  

           It didn’t help that at this moment he was extremely aware.  Of Baz.  Of their proximity.  And he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.

           “There!” Penny broke the silence.  “I saw one!”

           “Quick, wish!”  Agatha’s voice had a smile in it.  As beautiful as her smile was to see, it was even lovelier to hear.

           Funny how a few stars could turn them all into awestruck little kids.

           “I didn’t see that one either,” Simon pouted.

           “Pay attention!” Penny giggled.

           “You’ll see one,” Baz murmured, his voice close to Simon’s ear.  Simon’s heart picked up a little at the sound.  Now, why was it doing that?

           Simon stared up at the sky, his eyes searching, darting at any ghost of moment.  A bat flitted across the gap between the treetops, and Simon gasped.

           “That was a bat, Si,” Baz chuckled.

           “I know,” Simon shot back, but he was smiling sheepishly.

           Please call me Si again.

           And then a star fell across the sky, so bright it left a trail of silver, splitting the indigo night.

           All four of them gasped.

           “Tell me you all saw that,” Penny said in a reverent voice.

           “We did,” Baz breathed.

           “It was perfect,” came Agatha’s voice.            

           “Everyone wish,” Penny instructed.

           Simon closed his eyes.

           First thought, first thought…


           Simon’s eyes snapped open.  What?

           He looked over at Baz.

           The boy’s face was not three inches from his own, eyes closed and skin smooth.  Baz always seemed to be thinking, or worried about something, but right now his face was so peaceful that he almost seemed to be asleep.  He looked so genuinely… contented.  Like everything was right in the world.

           If that were true, he wouldn’t be wishing.

           Baz opened his eyes and Simon couldn’t look away. Even when Baz turned to meet Simon’s gaze, he stayed.  He couldn’t move.  He didn’t want to.

           Baz smiled shyly.

           Simon would have grinned.  He wanted to.  But he was awestruck.

           Without thinking, he reached over and took Baz’s cool fingers in his own.

           Baz’s smile fell away in surprise, and Simon’s heart was beyond racing.  It was flying.  It was soaring, arcing across the sky like that star.


           This is why.


           Simon grinned.  He moved closer to Baz and his head found the nook where Baz’s shoulder became his neck.  Baz sighed in a way that sounded like he had been holding his breath, like everything was finally falling into place.  Simon closed his eyes and the two of them simply breathed, together, like they had been made to fit each other that way.

           And though the stars kept raining down, Baz and Simon didn’t see any of them.

           It didn’t matter anyway.  Both their wishes were already coming true.



So this is sort of in Kouyou’s point of view because I like the idea of someone always being there for Chuuya as well as a motherly figure to him. I think this maybe ooc (but when are my fics never ooc?)

I don’t know if this is fluff or angst?

For @senren, @soukoku-writes and @fairyfairypie.

Soukoko through the years, from Kouyou’s point of view. 

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Let us now analyze the gif below. Here we see the aftermath of Jensen pieing Misha moments after Jared pies him. Now a vast amount of the cast/crew has bore witness to this event and they all find it hilarious. Around the time of this gif you can distinctly hear the camera man say “hug it out”. It’s like everyone is setting these two up for something🙃 Jensen is still laughing when Misha decides to charge him and get Jensen covered in whipped cream as well. This is possibly one of the best cockles moments ever caught on tape. And it is absolutely adorable how Jensen keeps Misha a little ways away but still is close enough to touch. He very well could have ran off but instead they wrestle a bit. I would LOVE to know what happened after this. Maybe someone could write a fic about what happened after this??? Or we could just discuss the adorableness of this gif and the video it comes from?😊

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Bawson Soulmate AU

So… this was supposed to be just an AU idea for Bawson fic that someone could write but idk why I started writing it all out… Anyway …I know it must have certain plotholes but really, it’s no biggie. This was written for fun :D

Soulmate AU in which one can hear their soulmate’s thoughts (one sided).

Imagine Mike hearing some silly thoughts of a five-year-old girl or some inside jokes her little brain comes up with. And later, during games, him hearing some teenage girl’s voice in his head cheering him on, ‘You can do it, Mike!’. Or having breakfast and hearing ‘One day, Mike Lawson, I’m gonna marry you.’ or ‘Good night, Mike. You played well today.’ Or even random thoughts about dresses vs. baseball, his own stats, advice on how he could improve his play.

At first, it freaks him out - hearing her but not knowing her, feeling her joy and love? for him, this child-like fascination with Mike Lawson. It takes him some time but he gets used to it. The presence of her voice, her thoughts that pop every once in awhile in his head become oddly comforting so much so he learns to rely on them to help him sleep or focus before a game or even lift his spirits whenever the Padres lose because he can’t stand letting her down, this person who has become his constant companion, someone in whose musings he finds solace. It does wonders for his ego as well, he’s not gonna lie, being liked this much by someone.

Sometimes she’ll think of the most embarrassing things about him, how attractive he is, how good of a player he is, some cheesy jokes and he would laugh his ass off, thanking god this person exists because Mike thinks his life would be so dull without her curious and helpful insights.

*  *   *

She guards his rookie card like a dragon guards its treasure. Mike knows this because the girl’s scrambled thoughts let him know she got into a fight with someone who tried to play a joke on her and hid it. God, he wouldn’t want to find himself on her bad side seeing how she obliterates the person with her loud voice that manages to transfer into Mike’s brain - her rage is real.

*   *  *

Things change after he starts dating Rachel and the news goes public - the voice becomes somewhat sadder, possibly even angrier. Mike hopes it’s not because of him, that maybe there’s stuff happening in her life making her feel and think the way she does. Actually, he knows there’s something happening because she keeps thinking of her mom and someone named - Kevin? and there are random curses and swearing which sadden him. Mike wants to be able to comfort her the way she comforted him, but he can’t.

*   *   *

He hears her pray for his broken knees, pray for his recovery, pray that he’ll be able to play again as tiny sobs make their way into his mind as well. It’s her blind faith in him and that unconditional support she offers to a player she happens to like that push him to give his all on the field and now too, as he fights for his career, for the opportunity to play again. He makes it through, her ‘Go, Lawson!’ drawing a smile on his face long after he had forgotten how to smile. Rachel’s is there too of course, but… he can’t compare her and the girl. They both provide him with something he needs just in different ways. (Secretly though, Mike’s just too afraid to admit to himself her support means more, so much more than Rachel’s ever did.)

*   *   *

After a few years of dating, Rachel and he get married; it’s nothing too pompous though there are a few reporters that take their pictures. They appear a few hours later on one website and spread like wildfire all over the Internet.

That night is the last time he hears her. Her last thought he hears is ‘What did ya think, not like you’re going to marry him, you fool get over your stupid teenage crush’ but it’s more like her recollecting someone else’s words mocking her than her own disappointment with him.

*  *  *

The voice becomes silent after that, making him worry something had happened to its owner. However, there’s nothing he can do since he knows nothing about this person, this girl who has been his greatest cheerleader for years.

*   *   *

He misses it, her. Rachel notices but doesn’t ask. It’s for the best, anyway. Mike is not sure he would even be able to explain the hollowness he feels in his chest due to her absence. Sometimes he wonders if Rachel hears her own soulmate’s thoughts… They’ve never discussed it, never talked about the fact they are together but aren’t supposed to be. 

*   *   *

They make it work somehow and Mike is happy with Rachel - until he isn’t.

It starts with them bickering over his travelling all the time and not settling with her. Her job’s in LA and she will not move to San Diego just to  work on some shitty local network. He wants kids but Rachel’s not ready to be a parent. He’s ok with that at first, thinking now is not the time, but she will eventually be ready. Then he realises, she never will be.

*   *   *

The fights and yelling continue. Both of them are too tense, snapping at each other every chance they get so they decide it is for the best they take a break.

*   *   *

Mike isn’t even that surprised when Rachel tells him about the affair, about her meeting her soulmate and wanting to be with him. Elated, she tells him what it was like to see him for the first time and hear his voice outside her head. The smile doesn’t disappear off her face as Mike swallows down everything he wants to say. He doesn’t blame her (not too much), he wants to be with his soulmate too.

*   *   *

The divorce is bittersweet - after all, Mike got used to having Rachel around just like he got used to not hearing the girl’s voice. It takes him a few months to recover and his aching back and knees are no help whatsoever. His teammates keep commenting on his growing grumpiness but Mike shrugs them off since he can’t afford to focus on that. Not now when he has another rookie pitcher coming and all eyes are on him to make it work.

It’s a girl rookie, and so far, Mike hasn’t heard anything about her. He spends a few days watching her tapes, studying her play, posture, stats. She’s not bad but he needs to see her in action on field with him to get the real picture.

*   *   *

It’s her voice chanting his name that wakes him up in the middle of the night, ‘Mike Lawson, tomorrow. Mike Lawson, tomorrow’. 

Mike doesn’t know how he should feel. He’s ecstatic she’s back. Hearing her again after so long feels like winning World Series. At the same time, it’s scares him. Tomorrow? Is it some kind of warning? Is something going to happen?

He struggles but finally falls asleep again holding onto her voice.

*   *   *

He arrives at Petco and heads to the locker room, changes quickly and goes out into the field. He’s about to grab the bat when his head starts pounding, footsteps echoing in his ears and her 'I didn’t see Mike Lawson out there’.

 There where?

He shakes his head and sips some water to calm himself. What the hell?

*     *    *

Mike is talking to some of his teammates when her loud internal squeal breaks his concentration and assaults his ears. He shifts his gaze from his teammates to collect himself because this sound, it’s getting louder and louder.

And just then he notices a girl in Padres jacket standing at the dugout and he hears 'act cool, act cool, act cool, don’t freak out’ so loud he’s afraid his eardrums are going to burst.

What in the world?!

He moves towards her and his palms start sweating, his throat goes dry, and his legs feel like they’re made of lead.

She practically jumping on her feet, smiling brightly, dimples set deep on her face.

 It’ can’t be, right? Of course it’s not her, No way.

Mike internally chastises himself and adopts his usual persona, the carefree playboy catcher as he approaches her. This is just his new rookie.

‘Look what we got here Ginny Baker, in the flesh.’  He congratulates himself on managing to stay calm and say those words with ease he does not feel.

She stars to speak, 'I should tell you, I have your rookie card-’

And  knocks the fucking air out if his lungs.

*    *    *   *   *

She’s back home, in one of her rare visits since her dad died. She’s with her mom at the supermarket, the first time she hears him,

'What if she wants kids, just not with me? What if she’s still waiting for her-’

The thought is cut off which is good since Ginny is about to have a breakdown right there in the middle of the store. Her mom is looking at her like she’s grown a second head and it is then Ginny realises she had screamed. Her hands are shaking but she assures her mom it was nothing more but a nasty cramp.

Ginny dismisses the event as her brain being exhausted after the yelling match she had with Will that day. It was nothing really.

*   *   *

Only, the voice emerges again, and this time Ginny takes notice of the pain and despair it’s laced with that making her sad all of a sudden.

'I can’t do this anymore, I can’t.’

And it sounds eerily like Mike lawson’s voice. Which is insane. Completely and utterly insane. ‘Get over it, Ginny,’ she tells herself.

She doesn’t.

*   *   *

It continues happening, his voice popping up at the most inconvenient times - sometimes when she’s in the shower, sometimes in her sleep, sometimes during games which is especially dangerous since her connection to him, the owner of the voice, has become stronger and her feelings are all jumbled when it comes to him making it that much harder to focus on pitching.

But she got Mike Lawson’s voice stuck in her head, all the struggles he’s facing with his divorce and it pains her to know how deeply it affects him. More than anything, his hurt over a failed marriage, a failed family, makes her want to call him immediately and console him. Him thinking she’s a crazy stalker calling him in the middle of the night stops her from doing so.

*   *   *

She signs for Padres and her excitement is only ruined by his voice and doubt he displays in her abilities.

'A female pitcher? Yeah right.’

What the hell? Does he even know how good she is? And what’s with that snarky and dismissive attitude?

*  *  *

Ginny block out the voice in the weeks following the signing and moving to San Diego. She blocks out everything and everyone.

*   *  *

When she steps in the hallway leading to the locker-room, Amelia, Oscar and Al by her side, something inside of her stirs. She can’t pinpoint what it is exactly… maybe it’s just the overwhelming feeling of being at Petco, of making history, or even meeting her idol.

*   *   *

When she goes out to the field one of the first things, or rather persons, she notices is him, Mike Lawson. He looks so fine even from this distance and Ginny can’t contain her excitement.

He notices her and after exchanging a few words with his teammates he starts approaching her. Her  heart beats wild in her chest and she has to clench her fists and bite the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from screaming out his name.

 'Act cool, act cool, act cool, don’t freak out’, she chants.

Mike Lawson’s standing in front of her, hands on his hips and that smug smile she’s seen on far too many photos.

‘Look what we got here Ginny Baker, in the flesh.’

She rushes to speak to her idol, telling him 'I should tell you, I have your rookie card-“ before she registers his shocked expression.

‘It’s you!’ he exclaims, mouth agape.

Oh dear, she knows what he means.

‘Only now realising it, ha, old man? Well, I knew it was you all along.’