and you can tell his heart is racing

episode one :: Yuuri Katsuki is the most beautiful disaster that Victor has ever met in his entire life, and Victor has built his empire on beautiful disasters.



Victor isn’t sure he knows what he’s doing anymore by the time casting rolls around for season 22 of The Bachelor.  Okay, he knows what he’s doing, but it’s all autopilot.  He’s got a dossier of Chip Vanderbones and Tad Hardbeefs to look at, but is almost resigned enough to just give into Lilia and Yakov’s suggestion to cast Georgi Popovich, notorious histrionic Bachelorette season 10 runner-up, as this season’s lead out of sheer notgivingafuckness.  At this point Victor isn’t even sure whether he really wants to be in this game at all anymore, but what the hell else he would do besides sleep for a thousand years if he retired before thirty?  

And then Phichit Chulanont comes into his office to distract him during a conference call with Yakov to tell him a story about his friend who just crashed and burned at the Figure Skating Grand Prix Finals, and everything click click clicks into place: redemption narrative.  Twenty young men are going for the gold, but only one can win the heart of Yuuri Katsuki– he can hear the promos, see the character arcs unfold, and the narratives rush through him like they’ve always lived inside him and it feels–exciting.  

“Phichit,” Victor says suddenly, interrupting Phichit and grabbing him from across his desk.  “We have to get him.  He’s our next bachelor.”

“Oh my God,” Phichit replies, eyes widening, and then again, “Oh my God.

“Do you think you could get him?” Victor asks.  He’s seeing figure skating dates, thematic destination shoots in Chile and Finland and Iceland, “The Bachelor: Love on Ice” title screen flashing over two champagne glasses on the lip of an outdoor hot tub.  

“Do I think I can get him,” Phichit repeats dismissively, looking the closest to offended that Victor has ever seen him.  “What do you think you hired me for, Nikiforov.”

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Better With Age

Summary: Sam freaks out a little about growing older. You comfort him.

Word Count: 1900ish

Warning: standard smut, a little dirty talk

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! XOXO


It’s the little things.

Sam starts an intense multivitamin regimen in the mornings. He cuts back on the beer. He tries his best to start sleeping five or six hours instead of the usual four.

You get it. You aren’t twenty-one years old anymore either. Sore muscles take a couple of days longer to heal, too many beers at dinner makes you feel awful the next day, and you just simply don’t have the stamina you used to.

Sam is just trying to ward off middle-age as long as he can, despite the fact that he’s not even there yet.

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BNHA Light Novel No.2 Trans

Chapter 4, AB Union: A Girls Only Gathering Part 2

[Part 1

t/n this has to be my favourite part of the chap, everyone talking about the boys and their boyfriend potentialness lol ahhh <3 p.s sorry if this a little short of a part!

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03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 3)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin
Genre: Smut, this is it ya’ll the big finale! 

a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia, @war-of-hormoan, @lostinbangtan@1honeypot<3333

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“Good Evening everybody, Professor Kim couldn’t make it to lecture so I’ll be giving the lecture instead.” You heard a very distinct voice say, your head snapped back and up towards the source. You could not believe your eyes as they feasted upon the sight that was Mr. Park Jimin, the very man that had been haunting your sleep since the first time you laid eyes on him. He stood at the front of the lecture hall wearing a deep blue button up, with his sleeve rolled up to his elbows, broadcasting his incredible forearms, while his muscular thighs were practically bulging through the black slacks he wore. Upon the bridge of his nose sat a fashionable pair of glasses that hid his mischievous eyes. 

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Lies and Family Ties

Dean X Reader; Mary tells Dean that the reader cheated on him to stop him finding out about her (Mary) stealing from Ramiel.

Originally posted by soluscheese

Knocking on the door of the bunker, you shift on your heels outside of the place you used to call home. Palms sweaty, heart racing and you’re sure that you can smell the nervousness radiating from you.

The door opens, your now ex-boyfriend looking anything but jolly to see you on his doorstep. “Sorry, I already gave all my change to the homeless guy down the street.”

“I’m just here to get the rest of my stuff, then you’ll be clear of me for good.” Standing up straight, arms crossed against your chest, you hold your head up high, refusing to feel belittled by the man who tossed you away so easily.

He runs his tongue across his bottom lip arrogantly, a sarcastic smile on his face as he pulls open the door, inviting you inside begrudgingly. “Make it quick. Don’t take anything you didn’t pay for.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” you spit, striding past him angrily, the ache in your soul becoming even more prominent from being this close to Dean, yet knowing he’s no longer yours.

You pass Sam and Castiel in the kitchen, ignoring their judgemental gazes as you head to Dean’s room, to a bed that used to hold two bodies, not one.

Pushing all the memories within these walls away, you grab your suitcase from under the bed, flipping back the lid and throwing your belongings inside. You wanted to be out of this place as swiftly as you could be, your presence clearly unwanted.

“I’m surprised you had the nerve to show up here.” You look back over your shoulder, Mary leaning smugly against the door frame, your attention moving back to your suitcase. She was the reason you were packing in the first place, the lies she told Dean being the very statements to sever the ribbons of your relationship.

“Yeah? I’m surprised you’ve got the nerve to still be here.” you hiss, a bubble of laughter leaving her lips as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge, anger bubbling inside you. “Aren’t you afraid your web of lies will unravel?”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart, my webs are perfectly crafted. My son will always believe his dear mommy over some worthless bitch.” Now it’s your turn to laugh, not a slither of humour in your tone. You skim your fingers over the white frame on the beside, the besotted couple grinning at the camera.

If someone had told you then, that just months down the line Mary would be alive and kicking, and she would be the very thing to rip your lover from your arms, you would’ve laughed in their face.

“You know what,” you spin around, your glare harsh enough to wound as you stare at the poisonous bitch in front of you. “I hope your boys never find out who you really are. It’d break them to know their mother almost killed their best friend.”

“Not only are you working for the British, but you disturbed the Prince of Hell, stole from him and then stood in silence as Castiel’s life drained from his eyes.”

Her expression turns colder as you taunt her, her lip quivering in anger, not being able to take the truth you’re dealing out. She makes her way towards you, fists clenching, as you speak aloud all the damage that she’s done. “Shut your mouth.”

You shake your head, standing up against her, refusing to cower under her wrath. “If you were my mom, I’d be wishing you’d have stayed on the ceiling.”

Smack! Your head sharply twists to the side as her hand makes contact with your cheek, smugness running through your veins with the knowledge that your words have hit home. “If you ever tell anybody about me stealing from Ramiel, I’ll cut your heart out.”

“She doesn’t need to tell me anything.” Mary jumps at the sound of the voice, your fingers rubbing your cheek, trying to soothe the sting. Dean enters the room, coming to stand by your side, his mother lost for words.

“Sweetheart, let me explain…” She trails off, the level of vexation in Dean’s eyes enough to shut her up. Her eyes move to you as you watch the scene unfold. “You little bitch-”

Dean pushes her back as she lunges for you, his broad figure standing protectively in front of your own, your heart clenching, hoping that maybe there is something left to salvage.

“I want you out of here, now. Don’t bother coming back.” Dean warns, the ice chill in his voice something you’d been faced with a few minutes before. Mary weighs up her options, before backing out of the room resentfully, a vengeful twinkle in her eyes.

Once she’s gone, you turn back to the task at hand, shoving your final few things into your suitcase, ignoring Dean’s burning stare on your back. You move around in silence, him not being brave enough to break it, and you wanting to hear an apology before anything else.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You freeze at the question, Dean’s voice timid as it should be. Throwing the shirt in your grasp onto the bed, you turn to face the older brother, not being able to believe his arrogance.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t remember you giving me a chance to say anything when you believed your mom’s bullshit lies over me.” He looks down at the floor as you scold him, your eyes beginning to glaze over with due to frustration.

“I’m sorry-” you cut him off with a scoff, his emerald eyes as glassy as your own as he lifts them upwards to meet you. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, tell him that everything is forgiven and you can go back to how it used to be.

“You weren’t sorry when you kicked me out in the pouring rain and called me a dirty whore.” The dam breaks, you cursing yourself as you turn your back on Dean, your fingers roughly swiping away the fallen tears.

You zip up your suitcase, thankful you’ll be alone in a few minutes and able to sob to your hearts content without prying eyes. “What are you doing? Don’t go.”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Dean?” you sniffle, grasping the handle of the case and holding the heavy object to your side. “I want you to be happy, and if that means me leaving, then so be it.”

You shove past the older Winchester, your chin quivering as you somehow hold in your cries. You let out a shaky breath as a hand grabs your arm, Dean’s warm touch stopping you in your tracks.

“Stay. All I want is for you to stay.” he pleads, his throat thick with emotion. You turn your head, his glassy eyes meeting your own, a desperate look on his face.

After what feels like hours of silence, you make your decision. “Five minutes. Let’s see how well you do.”

A/N - Thanks for all the support on my last Dean imagine, it was incredibleeeeeeee!!! Feel free to request :) now, gif before the imagine, or after??? Let me know! X

a stroke of fuck | one

pairing: sehun x reader, jongin x reader, yixing x reader
genre: fuckboy!au, college!au, smut, angst?, series
summary: there was good in the world to balance the bad, but when it comes to boys are they good for anything except breaking hearts and causing trouble?

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5

A/N: AS ALWAYS I DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS, please let me know what you think D:

Originally posted by intokai

“Fuck, you’re getting my dick so wet,” Sehun moaned while seeing the way his dick glistened with wetness. Biting his lip, he threw his head back and smirked. How did he get so lucky? Looking back down, he pushed the girl’s thigh further back, giving him the best view of how his dick stretched out her pussy. Another slew of filthy words left the boy’s mouth as he leaned over the moaning girl’s body. His large left hand moved beside her head, his chest on hers, nipples rubbing against each others as he slowly pushed his thick, pulsating dick back inside her.

Lifting her right leg, she wrapped it around his thin waist as their bodies roughly rocked the bed. The headboard slamming against the wall brought her closer to her long awaited orgasm. Her senses began overloading. Sehun’s hot breaths against her stretched neck that adorned three hickies, the short curls just above his hard dick that brushed against her swollen clit, his hand that had a firm grip on her thigh to stop her squirming.

“That’s right squeeze my dick,” he groaned against her jaw. Increasing the speed of his thrusts, he lifted his left hand and began rolling her hard nipple between his fingers. “I’m so close,” her whimpers added to the noise of undeniable lewd acts.

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It’s over

First angst one shot. Hope y’all like it!

Request from Anonymous: Can you please do one where the missus sees proof that Harry is cheating on her and he doesn’t have his wedding ring on but he doesn’t fess up to it so then she doesn’t wear her rings anymore and then Harry notices and his heart starts to race and asks her why she doesn’t wear them anymore and she tells him something like, “you weren’t wearing them the night you decided to throw our marriage away” you decide the ending :) xx

Originally posted by fireproof-harry

Three years. It took three years for their marriage to fall apart. It took three years for their happy bubble to pop. It took three years until one of them could no longer remain loyal to the other.  She didn’t know how it happened. She didn’t know what she did to have her husband cheat on her with another woman. To have him remove his wedding ring from his finger. The ring that was slid on his finger the day they both promised each other that they’d remain faithful to one another. The ring that represented their love and promise that they’d stick by each other’s side in any problem.  

The past three years of their marriage was filled with so much love and happiness. Sure, there were arguments here and there, but that was normal. They were happy and then all of a sudden they weren’t. 

Y/N started noticing her husband become distant. He’d come home more late than usual, missing out on dinner. He no longer talks to her properly like he use to. She’d ask him something and he’d give her short answers, trying to avoid conversations. He no longer kissed her good morning or a goodnight and even if he did, they were no longer on the lips. They haven’t had sex in weeks, Harry always claiming that he was too tired. 

Y/N also noticed that when she told Harry I love you before he left for work this morning, he didn’t say it back. And that’s what hurt the most.

 There was a heap of laundry that needed to be cleaned so Y/N was currently in the laundry room, sorting out the dark and light colors. She reaches her hands into any pocket’s of the clothes, making sure nothing was there. When she put her hands in the pocket of one of Harry’s jackets, she feels a crumbled up paper inside. She pulls it out, thinking it was an receipt but her eyebrows knit together when sees that it was a note. Her eyes go wide when she reads over the words on the paper. 

That was fun. Maybe we should do it again. Call me sometimes ;)

And at the bottom of the note was written an anonymous phone number. Y/N feels her throat become tight, her stomach churning at the thought of her husband sleeping with another woman. He couldn’t have been cheating. He wouldn’t do that. Harry himself said that cheating is one of the most vile things a man can do. 

So why did Y/N find a note like this in the pocket of his jacket? 

She didn’t want to believe that her own husband was cheating on her. The man who promised her, in his vows, that he’d remain faithful and loyal to her. This note has to be something else. She couldn’t bring herself to decide that he was cheating on her. 

She crumples up the note in her fist but doesn’t throw it away. She puts it into the small pocket of her pants before going back to the laundry and trying to ignore the burning sensation of the paper.

She wasn’t going to ask him what it was.


It’s been a few days later since Y/N found the note. This time, she can smell her everywhere. The other day Harry came home drunk and when she gave him a hug which he half halfheartedly returned, she smelled the floral perfume on his neck. She felt the salt water burn her eyes but she didn’t say anything. She also didn’t say anything when she noticed the mark on his neck and his wedding ring from his finger.

Harry didn’t notice the heartbroken look on Y/N’s face when she noticed he was no longer wearing his wedding band. He didn’t notice the tears that were built up in her eyes because he was so fucking drunk. 

“’M so drunk,” Harry mumbles as Y/N helps him out of his jeans quietly, ignoring the nonsense chatter spilling from Harry’s mouth..

“Go to sleep,” is all she says, caressing his hair before turning off the lamp. She goes to lay on her side of the bed, her back facing him. Her thoughts are consumed with images of Harry and another woman kissing. The woman marking his skin. The woman giving him pleasure in ways she hasn’t in a while. Why didn’t Harry want her anymore? Has he become bored with her? Is this woman prettier than her? Is that why he’s cheating on her?

She was immediately snapped out of her thoughts when she felt arms wrap around her stomach, a nose nuzzling into her neck. Y/N swallows the large lump in her throat and she brings her hand up to cover her mouth as she lets out a quiet sob while Harry sleeps. The tears finally stream down her face when she realizes that it was over. Their marriage was over. The moment Harry decided to sleep with another woman was when he threw away their marriage and broke all of the promises he made to her. 

And in that night, she didn’t get a wink of sleep.


It’s been two days since Y/N found out Harry was cheating on her. He no longer wears the silver wedding band, thinking that Y/N doesn’t notice. He smiles down at his phone whenever he’s texting and when Y/N asks why he laughs, he’d mumble, “S’nothing. Just somethin’ Jeff said.” And with that he’d leave the room, no longer wanting to talk to her.

Y/N no longer wears her wedding ring either. The night Harry came home drunk, drenched in another woman’s perfume and a bare ring finger, she decided it was the last straw. She wonders if Harry noticed her not wearing the ring either. He probably didn’t considering he doesn’t stay at home anymore. 

It was around seven in the evening, Y/N was cooking herself dinner in their large kitchen. Harry was out as always. Her ears perk up when she hears he front door shut. Why was he home so early? Her heart starts to race when she hears his voice talking to someone. She could hear him in the foyer, his voice talking lowly to the person on the phone.

“Yes,” He chuckles, “’ve just got t’ tell m’wife that ‘m staying over….No, she doesn’t know anythin’…” Harry sighs, “…look ‘ve been married to her fo’ three years now, I can’t just divorce her.” 

But it sure was easy for you to cheat on her.

Y/N quickly goes back to occupying herself with dinner, ignoring the ache in her chest. Her hands are slightly shaking as she cuts some vegetables and she feels the tears well in her eyes which she tries to get rid of when she hears Harry’s footsteps walking towards the kitchen. 

She sees his body leaning against the doorway of the kitchen in her peripheral vision. She glances up to see him looking at her with his pale green eyes. She could depict the look on his face but she gives him a small fake smile nonetheless.

“Hey,” She greets, trying to control her shaky voice. “Didn’t hear you come in,” She lies. 

Harry gives her a small smile, walking towards the bar stool. He picks up a carrot from the cutting board, plopping it into his mouth. 

“Yeah…I just got home,” He says lowly, looking at her face. 

She tries not to look at him, pretending to act casual as she chops the vegetables. She tries not to cringe when she feels him lean up to kiss the corner of her mouth. The nerve he had to do that was beyond her. She wishes she could kiss him back but no longer feels like she has the right to when he’s been kissing someone else. Someone who now has his attention more than his own wife’s.

Harry eyebrow’s knit together when he sees how quiet she was being. His gaze lingers on her face before he slowly runs his eyes over her whole figure. He felt his airways constrict, making it less easy to breath. His heart was racing in his chest when he notices that her wedding ring was missing from her finger. Did she know?

He puts his hand on hers, refraining her from cutting the vegetables. She looks at his face in confusion, wondering why he stopped her. She notices his green eyes staring down at her fingers. Her heart clenches in her chest and she felt herself let out a shaky sigh because Harry finally noticed. 

She sees him swallow thickly, his green eyes red around the rims. His lips part when he looks up to see the broken look on her face. She could no longer hold her strong facade and she immediately feels a single tear leave her eye.

“W-Why don’ yeh wear your ring anymore?” He asks in a whisper even though he knew the answer. It’s not like he didn’t notice before. Whenever he’d come home in the last few days, he’d notice her ring finger bare when she was asleep. He didn’t think too much about it at the time but now as he looks at her hand, he felt his heart break in his chest because she knew. He knew that she knew. 

Y/N inhales deeply, gathering the courage to say what she’s been wanting to say for the past few days. “Stopped wearing it once I found out you were no longer mine.”

Harry’s eyes widen, the tears pricking the back of his eyes. He felt his lip wobble and he bites down on his lower lip. Y/N looks at his face, noticing how pale it went and how his eyes are glossy. 

“I-I don’ understand I-I–” Harry stutters, twiddling with his thumbs, not knowing what to say.

“Please, don’t say anything,” She says calmly but on the inside, she felt like she was falling apart. She felt like her heart was going to burst at the amount of pain it felt. “What was it, Harry? Hm?” She asks him. “W-What made you do this? What did I do to deserve this? Tell me, did I do something wrong? Were you not happy anymore?”

Harry stays quiet, not knowing how to answer her questions. His tears can no longer be held and he lets out a choked sob. 

“How long have yeh known?” Is all he asks.

Y/N shakes her head at the fact that he ignored her questions. “Three weeks.” She says, noticing his face break even more. “I notice how you were no longer there with me. You were there, Harry. But you weren’t there,” She cries. “And I tried so hard to convince myself that you would never do something like this. I tried not to jump to conclusions but Jesus, Harry, I smelled her on you and I saw the fucking marks on your neck when you came home drunk the other night! And you think I didn’t notice that you weren’t wearing your ring either!” She finally says, her chest heaving by the end. She felt her head spinning and her chest hurt from the agonizing pain of heart break. 

The air was knocked out of his lungs and he felt like he could no longer breathe at all. He didn’t what to tell her. It wasn’t her that caused him to cheat on her. It was him. It was all of his fault. He met the woman when he out with some friends and he’d accidentally slept with her after getting too drunk. He felt guilty the next day, sobbing in his car outside of their home while his wife was waiting inside, worried sick. 

He didn’t know how to tell her that after cheating on her, he saw that same woman again and developed a sexual affair with her. Harry should’ve known that he was going to get caught eventually. He would ignore the guilt that was at the back of his mind when he was kissing the other woman. He would ignore the sad look on your face every time he left.

Now he felt all the guilt and regret crashing down on him like a sudden wake up call. Seeing her look at him with the broken look on her face dawned him that he could never heal this. She was never going to forgive him. They both knew that.

“I-I can’t stay here anymore,” She whispers sadly and Harry immediately became alarmed at her words. He shook his head, going around the kitchen counter and getting on his knees.

“N-No, I messed up. I know I did. I wasn’t thinking. Please.” He begs, crying out and she pretends to act like it doesn’t phase her.

Y/N pulls his arms from her waist, pushing him off of her but he only tightens his arms. 

“Harry,” Y/N cries out loud, “You can’t do this. You’re the one who ruined this. Ruined us. The moment you decided to even kiss another woman was when you ruined it. A-And the fact that you went back to that woman and decided to have…” She felt herself stop right there, her throat constricting, preventing anymore words from coming out. She couldn’t say the word because it hurt too much and the image that’ll come to mind 

“Our marriage is ruined, Harry,” Y/N says coldly and Harry felt a sharp pain in his chest because hearing her say it out loud felt like a stab to the heart. 

Three years of being married and it only took one decision for it to all crumble.



alright homies, this fucking sucked. I apologize to the anon who requested this if it’s not what you wanted :( I have a hard time imagining Harry as a guy who would cheat so this was a bit difficult to write so i didn’t know how to end it *sigh* plus this is my first angst one lmao. Hopefully i can finish up my other stuff soon to show you guys. I’m gonna be posting less due to vacation.

one more thing, I didn’t proof read at all so ignore any typos. Thanks. 

anonymous asked:

What would the guys do if they hear their crush say "me? who would like someone like me?" because they can't believe anyone would like them

Aw nonnie this is a sad/cute one. I hope this is alright! 

Noctis:

 - Noctis would be able to tell you were feeling a little glum, and when you had a few precious moments alone, he’d ask you what was wrong.
- You would try and brush it off at first, it’s not like you want to burden him with something like that…
- But this would just make the prince feel a bit useless, he’d really want you to confide in him. 
- You’d take a big sigh, and finally tell him. You feel lonely. You feel like a bit of a spare part. Everyone was settling down, even Noctis had his marriage to Luna. But you were just left on your own, as always.
- “Hey, don’t be so stupid.” 
- Stupid? This would anger you, you just confided in him like he asked and he calls you stupid?
- Noct would see how irate you were getting, and instantly feel bad.
- “Wait, that’s not what I meant!” And it honestly wasn’t. When will this boy learn to deal with his feelings and say the right thing?
- “Sorry that I’m bothering you with my stupidity Noctis.”
- “Look, that isn’t what I meant by it!”
- He panics that he’s really screwed this up.
- “Sure! I’m just whittling away for nothing!”
- “Well, yeah because-”
- “I should just get used to it.”
- “What?”
- “I mean, who would ever like me?”
- “I would!”
- There would be silence as you digest what Noctis had just said. 
- “You…? But what about Luna?”
- Okay, now his heart is racing.
- “We are friends, good friends, but this arranged marriage… It isn’t for me. Look, I’ve been trying to tell you… I, well, like you.” 
- His eyes sink to the floor and he plays with his arm band nervously. Now it’s calmed down he is self-conscious and can’t believe he just blurted that out…
- You’re stunned. Noctis… liked you? 
- He finally looks at you, unnerved by your silence
- Damn, have I really over stepped the mark this time?
- “Noct… you like me?”
- You can see little splashes of red colour his cheeks as he answers.
- “Y-yeah I do… is that okay?”

 Prompto:

- Prompto would be heading towards the tent one night, after you had disappeared for a while. He was starting to get worried as to where you were!
- As he gets closer to the tent, he can hear your voice… He doesn’t want to intrude if you were on the phone. Though, it didn’t seem like you were…
- He listens for a bit. He knows he shouldn’t, but he just can’t help it. There was just something in the tone of your voice that made him stay, a little twinge of something like… sadness?
- “I’m not like Cindy, or Aranea, I’m just…not.”
- They are definitely talking to themselves. He realised.
- And then you said it. 
- “But really… me? Who could ever like someone like me?”
- It’s almost like you could hear Prompto’s heart crack.
- No. No no no no.
- He recognises the pain in your voice, he understands the self-doubt, he knows it all too well.
- Before he could stop himself or even think about what he was doing, he’d push open the tent flap and take you in his arms.
- There are tears pooling in his own eyes.
- “You should never, never have to feel that way. Not you. Not someone like you.”
- It’s hard to hear him as his voice is muffled, his face buried in your neck. His grip is tight, and he can’t even think about how forward this might be because he just has to make sure you know you’re loved.
- “I like you, I like you, I like you.” He can’t say it enough.
- His words warm your heart.
- You both sit like that for a while, just holding each other until the tears stop. 
- He pulls away, and gently whispers; “It’s you. It has been for a while now. I really like you.”
- You can hardly believe your ears. 
- Still holding you, he looks you in your eyes still wet with tears, now smiling a little sheepishly.
- “So… what do you say?”

Gladiolus:

- Prompto would be chatting away about Cindy, as usual, and you would roll your eyes.
- “Tch, she’s pretty lucky.” 
- Gladio would hear your mumbling, and fall behind the other three to walk with you instead. 
- “Hey, what’s that?” He’d ask, friendly as always.
- “Well, it’s lucky Cindy has someone to feel that way about her.”
- Gladio would raise his eyebrows in surprise and a little in doubt as well.
- “I’m not so sure she sees it that way.”
- “I guess, but at least she knows she’s wanted.”
- By now the other three guys are just a blip in the distance, walking back to the regalia.
- “What do you mean by that?”
- “Well, just that I’d love to be in her shoes. It’s not like anyone will ever feel that way about me.”
- Did they really just say that?
- Suddenly his strong arm juts out in front of you, preventing you from walking any further.
- You look at Gladio in shock, to see that his jaw looks clenched and he looks kind of… angry.
- “Gladio…?”
- “Is that what you truly think?”
- You nod, unable to do more and he finally looks at you.
- “Then, you don’t realise how crazy I am about you.”
- Your heart skips a beat at his words.
- “H-huh?”
- He retracts his arm now, standing up to face you.
- “Why else do you think I always let you fall asleep on me in the car? Because I love the way you feel in my arms. Or when I always ask you for help setting up camp, it’s because I really enjoy your company.”
- He would stand in front of you now, the familiar smile you know and love back.
- “Honestly, these past few weeks you’ve been driving me crazy, and then you say no one would feel like that about you?”
- He shook his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes.
- “Well, I’m telling you now, I do. You don’t have to like it, I’ll understand if you don’t and I’ll speak no more of it. I promise.”
- He tilts his head, fully smiling now at your astounded expression.
- “Well… are you alright with that?”

 Ignis:

- Ignis had noticed you’ve been seeming down lately, choosing to sit in the tent early or sitting in the back of the car in your own world.
- It really starts to concern him, he can’t fathom why you’re feeling this way.
- One night he brings you your food to the tent, seeing if you’re okay.
- You thank him a little despondently, so he sits down next to you and asks if you want to share what has been bothering you.
- Looking into those kind green eyes it’s hard not to start talking about what’s wrong. You knew Iggy was a great listener. 
- So you opened up a little to him.
- “I’ve been watching the others get closer to people lately, Prompto with Cindy, Noctis with Luna for example…”
- “What about it is bothering you?”
- “I don’t know. I guess it just sucks being on your own.”
- “Come now, you’ll meet someone who is just right for yourself.”
- He knows it’s true, even if it’s not with him. Though that thought hurts him more than he’d care to admit.
- You throw Iggy an incredulous look.
- “What? It’s true. You’ll find someone you really like.”
- Oh if only he knew.
- “That’s not the problem. The problem is them liking me. I mean, who the hell would fall for someone like me?”
- Suddenly Iggy’s eyes tighten, and he re-adjusts his glasses.
- He seems… annoyed?
- “Please, do not put yourself down like that. You’re a wonderful person.”
- Huuuuge eyeroll from you.
- “Uh huh, sure.”
- Here comes the generic ‘you’ll get there eventually’ chat.
- “I mean it.”
- “Really?”
- He’s persistent.
- “Yes, you’re funny, gorgeous, intelligent… anyone would be lucky to call you their partner.”
- Well… that you weren’t expecting.
- The fidgeting with his glasses is progressively getting worse, which is unlike Iggy.
- “Why are you saying all of this…?”
- “Because I…” He has to take a deep breath here!
- “I see you that way. And would definitely feel lucky to call you mine.”
- Your heart stops, you can’t believe what you just heard. And he’s looking up at you through those lovely long lashes, and you know he’s being serious.
- Oh my.
- “Iggy…?”
- “I’m sorry if this seems sudden, but please… I have to know how you feel about me.” His green eyes are gazing at yours.
- Oh my.

One Blink or Two

Title: One Blink or Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,710

Warning: The feelings are going to hit you like a freight train

A/N: I woke up from a nap and in 4.5 hours I cranked it out and just had to publish it. Sorry for any errors. Enjoy!!

Summary: You are an emergency room nurse receiving a patient from a local care facility. All you’ve been told is that he is a 29 year old male in an unresponsive coma for the last 3 years, and about 20 minutes ago his heart started to race uncontrollably. As the rest of your staff work on getting him transferred to the hospital gurney, start an IV, and getting him hooked up to the heart monitor, you speak with one of the paramedics that brought him in.


Day 1

“Alright, tell me what you know.”

“29 year old male named Dean Winchester. Was in a car accident with his father and brother three years ago. Car versus semi, and he’s the only one to make it. He’s been in a non-responsive coma this entire time. He has a feeding tube, but can breath normally on his own. A nurse said she went in to give him a bed bath and his heart just ‘went nuts’.”

You could tell by the tone of his voice he was leaving something out. “And? What else?”

“Unofficially, that nurse is a bitch. She is one of the meanest people I’ve ever met and we hate having to deal with her when we go there. Knowing her she probably shook him around and roughed him up.”

“Lovely.” You gave him a tight smile and moved back to your patient.

“Dean, my name is Y/N. I’m going to be taking care of you okay.”

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Hi, I thought there are quite a lot of blogs that are still accepting requests!! I have never heard of the song before and after you sent the ask, I gave it a listen to and I so agree with you. It definitely gave me the ‘this feels like it could be Peter’s song’. Anyways, thank you for sending in this request and hope you enjoy?

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Originally posted by parkrpeters

Sometimes Peter feels a little bit bad for doing this but at the same time, he really can’t help himself. Every single time he is in front of you, he turns in to this bumbling mess and always end up either weirding you our or making a fool of himself. It’s mostly the latter though and Peter sometimes think he should probably just stop trying because who would even want him as a date never mind a boyfriend?

When you made a move to turn towards the window, Peter immediately throws himself on to the bed, heart racing against his chest. “Seriously, Peter.” He groans at himself as he rolls on to his back to stare at the metal structures that is supporting his bunk bed. This crush on you is seriously starting to get the best of him. He probably should break this habit of his before you think he is even weirder.

You live in the apartment building beside his and Peter must have saved the world or something in his previous life to be blessed with your room being directly across of his. In other word, his bedroom faces yours. Peter doesn’t even remember when he started to just casually stand in front of the window in his clothes that may not be in-season (Sometimes May even wonders why he is still wearing sweaters when it’s too humid and hot outside), watching you from his window. Though every single time you are about to undress, Peter always run away because he really cannot stand to look at you undressing.

“Maybe one of these days,” Peter murmurs to himself before shaking his head and sitting up. He grabs his bag pack and pulls out his suit. Now’s probably not the time to be thinking about that, he reminds himself as he quickly pulls his curtains together – Spiderman’s identity is still a secret – and begins to get dressed. He’s got things to do right now.


“Hey, Karen.” Peter lets himself swing on the web-hammock he had made prior to putting away the rest of the body suit, leaving only his mask on. “Do you think I should confess to Y/N?” He clicks his pen a few times as he writes calculations on his notepad.

“Hello, Peter. May I know who Y/N is?” Karen asks back. “Perhaps, maybe you should confess to her if you think highly of her.” Peter blinks a couple of times as he tries to explain who you are to Karen.

“Y/N’s this girl… that I like, like but every single time I try to talk to her or greet her, I just end up embarrassing myself and then I can’t bring myself to see her after that.” Peter can’t count the amount of times he has done this; stop you from walking to try and greet you but he only manages to sputter his words and occasionally slurs his words together before rushing away to his class, mentally apologizing at you.

“Y/N is this fellow classmate of mine. She sits in front of me in Chemistry and I don’t know.” Peter sighs before throwing his notepad and pen towards the top bunk bed and jumps down from his hammock. “What do you think I should do? I mean, I don’t even know if she – if she, you know, knows that I exist.” Peter begins to pace – even though he has stopped you multiple times, it doesn’t really mean he is automatically registered in your brain. For all he knows, you could label him as ‘that weird guy’ or something. He groans.

“Well, Peter, if you want my advice: I would say you should just go up to her and tell her you like her.” Karen advices and Peter stops pacing when he vaguely hears you closing your window. He peeks through his curtains and a smile appears on his face when he sees you twirling around in your room, looking like you are having the time of your life as you sing along to the song you are listening to.

“Is that Y/N, Peter?” Karen asks, catching Peter by surprise. He momentarily forgot that he still has mask on and he flushes slightly before nodding his head. “You should confess to her.”

Peter smiles sheepishly. “If only it’s that easy, Karen but thank you.” Peter pulls off the mask and throws it toward the pile where he has the body suit on and falls back on the bed. Maybe he should actually do something about it tomorrow. Peter reaches for his pillow and hugs it to his chest, eyelids starting to feel extremely heavy. The last thing Peter remembers before he falls asleep is the beautiful smile on your face and how he wishes to see it directed at him.


“Hey, Peter.” Ned greets his best friend and Peter pulls away from the locker, giving Ned a small smile and a nod. “Will you be busy tonight with your…” Ned looks around before he leans in to whisper, “your internship?” He pulls away with a satisfied look on his face and Peter blinks a couple of times.

“How many times have I told you to not talk about that in school,” Peter hisses quietly at his best friend and Ned shrugs his shoulders. Peter sighs before nodding his head. “Yeah, I think I will be – why?” Ned is unresponsive for a few seconds as he stares at something behind Peter and Peter furrows his eyebrows and turns to look at where Ned is staring at.

Only to trip over his own feet, slamming the back of his head on the door of his locker, causing three things to happen almost instantaneously; Peter has to bite the inside of his cheek from letting out a swear, everyone turned their heads to look at the loud noise and you reach forward to place your hand on his arm, a concern expression on your face.

“Are you alright, Peter?” You ask him and Peter stares at you before moving his gaze from your face to your hand and you flush slightly before you pull it back. “Hi, Ned.” You greet your other classmate. Ned nods his head dumbly at you and you almost want to chuckle if it wasn’t for the fact that you are still pretty concerned over Peter. “That sounded like you hit your head quite hard.” You comment.

Peter nods his head. “Yeah, yeah – it hurts, kinda but,” Peter glances at Ned and gulps before he turns to stare at you. The stinging on the back of his head isn’t too much of his concern right now. His concern is that you are currently standing in front of him – you actually went out of your way to look for him. “Did – Did you want something, Y/N?”

You tuck your hair behind your ear, smiling shyly as you nod your head. “Um, I notice that every single time you try to talk to me – things, they don’t go too well?” You ask and Peter closes his eyes, letting a look of regret pass over his expression before he opens his eyes to give you a sheepish smile. “I mean, not that it was anything bad because I actually think it was adorable – I mean, you are adorable so,” You gulp before staring at him right in the eyes, “yeah, I like you.”

Ned lets out a gasp and Peter can only stare at you in shock. You can feel the tips of your ears turning red.

“I mean, I just wanted to tell you that.”

Peter shakes his head when you make a move to walk away. “I like you too! Like, like.” He repeats, in case you aren’t too sure of what he means. “Do you?” He can’t even seem to finish his sentence anymore but it seems as if you understand him enough because the smile you give him is so bright.

“I like, like you too, Peter.”

The smile on your face is really beautiful and Peter suddenly realizes that he is the cause of it and his heart races a mile a minute. He can feel his palms starting to feel very sweaty so he rubs them on his pants before nodding his head. Ned nudges him, mouthing ‘walk Y/N to class!!’, with a lot of exaggerated eyebrow movements.

“Do you want – to – want to, walk class?” Peter frowns before he clears his throat. “Can I walk you to class?” He asks, a little bit proud of himself that he didn’t mess up his sentence. You giggle softly and nod your head. Ned gives Peter a thumbs up causing you to giggle once more. “See you in class, Ned.” Peter tells Ned who wriggles his eyebrows instead of replying. Peter turns back to you. “Let’s go.”

Daydreaming

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a superstar actor in Hollywood, and the reader works as a photographer for an upscale fashion and pop culture magazine. One day, she is assigned to take photographs of Bucky to promote his upcoming movie, but her schoolgirl crush on Mr. Barnes proves to be a problem.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3,547

Warnings: Smut (a little bit of D/S undertones, unprotected sex. Don’t get pregnant or catch STI’s,kids). Also some fluff, it’s not 100% smut.

A/N: This is my submission for Kait’s (@bionic-buckyb) 5k AU challenge! My prompt was “Model/Photographer”. Hope you enjoy! (also if anyone can guess what reference I’m making with the fake movie title I put in this fic, you get brownie points!)

Originally posted by little--batman



Another day, another photoshoot in the studio with some rude celebrity who thinks they’re better than you.

You sigh, shuffling over to the strobe to make sure it’s synced properly to your camera. With a quick press of your shutter button, the light goes off, and you’re satisfied that everything is set up perfectly for today’s shoot. Your contentment doesn’t last long, though; the thought of having to deal with another snobby subject clouds your brain. Sure, the concept of meeting celebrities every day at your job seemed cool, but once you got used to it, you realized that they’re all just regular people. There was hardly anything special about anyone you met, aside from the few who were very nice and complimented how good you made them look with your camera.

“Oh, wonderful, you’re all set up!” Michael, the fashion consultant and your bosses’ assistant, bursts through the studio doors. “James will be here in a second. I want you to make him look SO sexy in these photos, got it, Y/N? Carol needs to be proud of our work when she’s back from vacation.”

You shake your head and give him the slightest pathetic smile you can. “I can’t make someone sexy if they already have an ugly face, Michael. Now which James are we talking about?”

“James Barnes?” Michael looks shocked, his eyes widening as he says the name. “For his new movie, ‘Farewell, Atlantis’?”

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Cute sentences prompt: Don’t

“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what to do”


He paces around his dressing room and groans a little. “I hate this outfit”

He pushes his bottom lip forward, looking into the mirror, brows furrowed.

“You’ve been hating every outfit so far,” Brian huffs, holding up a navy blue button down shirt. “Try this one. This seems nice”

“Fuck this, I’ll just wear a plain black t-shirt,” Shawn growls and quickly gets out of the olive green shirt he is wearing.

“What is wrong with you, dude?” Matt asks, frowning at Shawn. “You seem weird and impatient and you are annoying”

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Scent

Written for @waywardjoy ‘s Love the Ships Challenge!

Prompt: “What’s that smell?” “Me.”

Pairing: Wincest

Word Count: 2100

Warning: smut, possibly Sam topping from the bottom, dirty talk

A/N: This was such a fun challenge! Thanks for hosting it! XOXO


Dean comes in late, so late that Sam almost considers pretending to be asleep. But they never really sleep anyway, and he’s not some worried boyfriend trying to play it cool, so he just sits up when the motel door finally opens.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Dean whispers. He seems caught off guard, but he’s walking perfectly straight and not slurring his words, so Sam knows he’s sober.

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I’ve lost him once, I can’t lose him twice (Newt x Reader)

Pairing: Newt Scamander/Reader

Words: 3063

Warnings: Kinda angsty I guess

A/N: First imagine, I hope you to enjoy it  English isn’t my mother language so sorry if there are grammatical mistakes

Request: Nope, this is because I’m trash

PD: God, I got a lot of trouble and I had to erased the original account where I post this and made other, so stressful, but here it is again! (Sorry for the ones who read and comment the original, love you peaches )

It was like you were the world’s favorite joke.

Like, how many chances are to fall head over heels for your best friend, twice?

Maybe one in a million, and you had to be the one, funny isn’t it? Yes, it isn’t.

Or maybe you didn’t fall in love twice, maybe you just never stopped loving him. Newt Scamander was the cute loving Hufflepuff;  with floppy cinnamon hair, beautiful hazel eyes and a sky of freckles that played along with his breathtaking shy smile; you got the luck to met in your first year at Hogwarts, and you became best friends really quickly, it was almost like a click. You two lived uncountable adventures like escape to the forbidden forest or hide a Niffler in his dorm.

He was your happiness, and you was his. An unbreakable friendship, or at least that was what you thought until third year. It was suppose to be wonderful, finally you’ll be able to receive Care of Magical Creatures, just you and Newt and a whole world of your beloved creatures.

That was the idea, but then, Leta Lestrange came into your life like a tornado, unexpected and destructive. At first you didn’t want to make it a big deal,  trying to be a good friend and not to “monopolize” Newt, besides, by that time you were a little reluctant about your more than friendly feelings towards Newt, so you wanted to take it easy. The problem began when it wasn’t so easy to ignore how your escapes to the forbidden forest became hers, or when your dozens of hours of talking with Newt about whatever, became dozens of hours talking about Leta.

And it hurt, it was like feeling a Crucio curse over and over again, and after almost two years in the same situation, you couldn’t take it any more, and you two started to distance, and he became more and more attached to Leta, while you were suffering because of the realization that you had fell in love with your best friend, and you just lost him.

It was the beginning of the sixth year when Newt and you talked again, all the cabins at the Hogwarts’ Express were full, except for one, one you got to share with Newt, apparently Leta decided to spend the Christmas break at Hogwarts. At the begging there was a uncomfortable silence and a lot of stolen glances, then you started a really weird conversation,  but it ended in laughs, like the beautiful old times… But you had to screw it.

Maybe you weren’t in all your senses when you brought up the subject of you two, and then Leta, you just couldn’t stop talking, it was almost a confession about your feelings, telling him how much you had miss him, and how Leta seems unfair with him sometimes, that she was just breaking your friendship, but you felt relieved because you were you, and Newt was Newt, and he would never get angry at you, right?

Wrong.

He didn’t yell at you, but you could felt his distressed icy voice stabbing your heart.

“For Merlin’s Beard Y/N, you can’t just dump me whenever you want and then return telling me that my, actually true fiend, is taking advantage of me. Can you please, I’m begging you, let me be happy, can you?”

A silent tear fell from his cheek while he abandoned the cabin in a race, you really didn’t notice the tears rolling down your face without any control until the Express’s whilst wake you up, until it was too late to run after Newt.

~

It was the last time you talked to him, you even didn’t see each other, it was officially over, he didn’t care about you, and you didn’t have to either, but you couldn’t help but care, far, far away you kept an eye on him, to make sure he was fine, sometimes you would find him sleep in the library and put a blanket over him, or a hot coco in his desk, although, he always thought it was Leta.

And you’re fine with that,  looking after him in silence. But you must break that silencie when you found out he was being expelled. So you run.

You run as fast as you could. Even when the salty water blur your eyes, you kept running, trying to catch the train whose whistle started to announce its departure.

“Newt! Newt”

His head pop out of a window, his teary eyes widen at your picture, running out of breath after him.

“I never dump you! I never stopped caring! I will always care!”

A small smile appeared in his sad face, his soft eyes were seeing directly to yours “I will owl you!” He said before disappearing from your vision.

“I love you…”

~

And you didn’t see Newt for years, sometimes you owl each other, but it wasn’t constant, you just know he had became a Magizoologist, and you’re so happy for him, actually you worked in the same department as him in the Ministry of Magic, but you entered by the time he was already in some sort of trip, so you never saw each other.

Until you got a new work, apparently someone in your division who was writing a book of magical creatures, make some “minor” disturbances in New York during his trip, your assignment was to assist and monitor him.

Big was your surprise when you found out that your new coworker was no one but Newton Artemis Fido Scamander, your best friend, your first love, the one you have “recovered from”.

“Newton” you said with a high pitch of surprise.

“Y/N” he smiled with gleaming eyes “You can call me Newt, you know?” A playful shy smile was painted in his freckled face.

And from that moment there was that “click” again, but this time, you will do it the right way, you wouldn’t fall for him, so you wouldn’t lost him.

Except that you didn’t do it the right way.

You actually fall for him, again.

But how could someone not fall for the caring, loving, handsome, shy, fantastic, quirky and absolutely adorable Magizoologist?

And that’s why you couldn’t blame Tina for falling for him too.

Apparently Newt has the same feelings for her. So the story was repeating. But you’re going to be strong, and do it the right way, you couldn’t get distant with Newt, again, you couldn’t lost him.

But nooo, you suck doing the right way in this too. You sight as you see the hot coco in your mug.

“Oh hun, please stop.” Said Queenie, the poor legilimens who has been all the week listening to your useless thoughts because you have been remembering your story with Newt all over again.

Maybe it was because you sure was losing Newt again!

“Maybe you should talk to him.”

“I don’t know Queenie… you know I have already lost him… And I don’t want to do it again…” The blonde and you had met in your Hogwarts years, but only by letters, you got involved in a funny event where you send an owl randomly and you met someone new from every part of the world, Queenie received yours, since then you had been owling each other.

You were surprised but mostly glad when Newt returned to New York with you to make a visit to the Goldstein sisters, and find out that this Queenie was actually the Queenie you knew, because it didn’t matter if you haven’t met her in person until that day, to you, Queenie Goldstein was your best friend.

“Oh dear, you’re my best friend too! How sweet!” You blush slightly and chuckle, the bubbly character of Queenie always cheer you up.

“Newt will be jealous if he finds out!”

Your face fades a little, sure he was going to, but just because of friendship.

“Oh hun! I’m sorry I didn’t meant to… You… Well, I insist you to talk with Newt.”

You look at her, maybe she was right… Queenie was right most part of the time. The legilimens laughed. “Well thank you!”

“Yeah… Maybe I should talk to Newt about this, even if he doesn’t see me the way I see him, also some time together could bright me up!”

“Yes! Now got into that case!”

Now you laugh, it was feeding time anyway.

“Thanks Queenie! You’re the best!” you said before going into the case, jumping a little.

“Oh, I know” Queenie smiled, suddenly her face went pale and her smile faded.

~

You were in Newt’s small shed, rolling up the sleeves of your working shirt, when someone open the door that separated the comfy room from a fantastic world full of the creatures that you utterly love. The handsome magizoologist made his appearance being completely adorable.

“Hi!” you greeted smiling “It’s feeding time! Also, can I talk to you about something?”

“Um, sure” his lopsided smile appeared in his face. “But, erm, it’s just that I’ve already feed the animals, with Tina.”

With Tina.

“Oh…” by the corner of your eye you could see Tina behind Newt, holding hands with him.

“It’s okay right? It’s just, I needed to talk some stuff with her and… Merlin’s beard, a-are you mad?”

You were staring directly to the floor, trying to hide your face. “Oh… Oh no, Newt, i-it’s fine” you forced a smile to him “Honestly I’m like super glad, I was too tired today! Now that I don’t have anything to do, I will go up an rest. Bye!” You climb up quickly and run out of the building just to collide into Queenie, who was in the front door fixing her scarf.

“A-Are you going out?” You said cleaning your tears, it was useless to lied to her, she was a legilimens.

Queenie nod with a sympathetic smile. “I’m going to MACUSA for some papers, and then I’ll visit Jacob, do you wanna come?”

“I sure want to” you link your arm with hers and you to stared to walk, you really needed distraction.

~

The walk with the blonde really helped, you were amazed by the architecture of the MACUSA building, and Jacob’s pastries really helped lighten your mood, the owner of the bakery decided to walk you home.

So the five of you were currently having dinner in a, little, uncomfortable silence.

“You know? Y/N went with me to MACUSA!” Queenie exclaimed out of nowhere, you lift up your face with curiosity.

“Oh nice! Did you like it?” Tina smiled at you excited.

“Oh, yes, the architecture is very catching” you said shyly playing with a baby carrot in your plate.

“Well Y/N just looked  interested in architecture, but some Aurors looked more interested in Y/N” Queenie said with a playful demeanor.

Your ears went red.

“Queenie!” you scold ashamed.

“Oh! And then, at the bakery, a bunch of no-majs were thinking a little bit loud about Y/N too!”

Newt seemed to flinch, you looked at him with curiosity, why did he reacted that way…? Your mind managed to create a lot of theories and conspiracies.

Then you see it.

Tina’s arm had brushed Newt’s. That was why he flinched, because he was shy and cute, and skin contact with another human affected him in such a beautiful way…

“Yeah… I-It was funny” you smiled a little “Jacob’s delicious creations has already satisfied my appetite, so sorry” you excuse yourself and went to Newt’s and yours bedroom.

~

You went down into the case, just to stopped to see Leta’s picture, it still hurts that Newt has a photo of Leta but none of you…

A sigh scape from your mouth as you went to the Niffler’s cave, the little pest was so nice at you. The furry animal curled up at your chest when you carry him in a hug.

“Hey there buddy…” you said rubbing his belly, he made content sounds making you chuckle. “You know? I wish I could be a Niffler, to stole Newt’s shiny golden heart…”

You see the small creature as a tear rolled down to your sad smile.

“Why was Leta a better Niffler than me?” You sit against the Niffler’s habitat cooing him. “I mean, I understand that Tina is a better Niffler, she is so cool and badass and just… I dunno, although Leta was badass too… Maybe it’s because I’m clumsy sometimes? Or do I cry too much?” you looked up to the sky “I’m a terrible little pest… Maybe I should have stayed away from Newt, I would like to run away…”

The Niffler make a little squeak, afraid of losing you.

You chuckle hugging him more “But I have you… And all the creatures, the case… Everything… Newt…” you sight while your voice cracked “Newt… Why did I had to fall in love with him…?” you cried, stressed “At Hogwarts I thought It was just a crush, but all this time, I never move from him, what does that means? That I will love him forever?” You lift up the Niffler trying to figure out an answer.

“I certainly hope so…” a well-known voice said behind you.

You froze.

Slowly, but like, really slowly, you turn around to see Newt’s head pop out behind the Niffler’s tree.

“O-Oh my god… I didn’t, I-I wasn’t… I… I…” you covered your face trying to hide your shame, the Niffler run into his shiny cave, like giving you two some privacy.

“Y/N…”

You looked at him, making the effort to not break at his sight “I-Im so sorry, I-I didn’t meant to ruin our friendship, and I don’t want anything to change! I know you would never liked me back and that’s why I never told you! We can just pretend you didn’t heard anything!” you smiled, in an attempt to be strong.

“I’m tired of pretending, Y/N…”

Your heart broke a little, the fear running through your veins.

“S-So… Y-You want me to disap-”

Newt interrupted you abruptly.

“I’m tired of pretending I’m not in love with you, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth in surprise. “Y-You… You what?” Were you dreaming?

“I’m completely in love with my best friend, with you.”

“But you and Tina…” in your mind, this wasn’t making any sense.

Newt sigh walking in front of you, he helped you stand up holding you close to him.

“Yeah, that’s true, I was attracted to Tina, and also to Leta, but it’s not like what I feel for you, and I thought they could make my feelings go away… But they couldn’t, and I didn’t notice how much did it hurt you…” you could notice the glossy regret in his eyes as he caresses your cheek. “I… Queenie show me your letters to her… The ones were you told her how sad you were when Leta came, and how you cared about me in silence even though I always thought it was Leta, I also notice the marks of tears in the paper…” he sighed “Oh Y/N… I’m so sorry, I was so… So confused, and mad, because when I decided to tell you my feelings you started to get away, and I thought it was because you’re tired of me, and that you could never love me… But I didn’t realize I was the one that was pushing you back…”

You wanted to say something, but all this information gathering into your brain was to much to stated an understandable sentence, so you just stared directly at Newt’s eyes, at those beautiful green sea eyes that shines with a hint of ambar like a sun.

“And I didn’t notice either that it was happening again… I don’t love Tina… She is a really good friend, she was helping me to get over my feelings with you because I couldn’t take it anymore and I didn’t wanted to lose you…”

Newt looked directly in to your eyes, you move your hand softly and stroke his cheek, then in a delicate movement you pinched his cheek.

He flinched at the sudden attack. “What was that for?”

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming…”

A little smile spread across your face as Newt’s thumb cleaned away your sad tears.

“Y/N I-”

You cut him off, brushing your lips against his in a subtle, sweet movement, like an invitation for a dance, which Newt gladly accepted when he placed his hands around your waist, pulling you as closer as he could and shutting down his eyes to concentrate in the feeling of your lips, as the beat of your hearts started to race, the rhythm of the dance became more passionated, you and Newt had a perfect synchrony, the perfect match.

As the dance finished and you two pull out to breath, it was everything understood. You and Newt smiled to each other in a silent agreement. He pull you into a hug, ready to live the love you two have deserved for so many years.

Neither of you were going to lose each other, never.

You and him, started dancing again.

The end.

Bonus:

“Why don’t you have a photo of me like Leta’s?”

“Newt?”

Newt sight as he searched for something in his peacock blue coat, the he suddenly take out a A6 sized album full of photos of you two and just you.

“Oh…” you blushed.

“Wait, I think I have other photos here” he searched again, making you chuckle.

“Oh! You really love me, don’t you Mr. Scamander?”

“Just a smidge” he said with a happy flattered smile.

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Omg it’s my first fanfic ever xD I hope that it was okay and you had enjoyed it, pls tell me what I could do better! Thank you guys I really love this fandom! (Yeah, I’m kind of new in HP community, but so far it’s beautiful ) Be a limited edition in this world full of cheap copies! And remember, your existences matters.

The Many Aspects Of Newt Scamander’s Hair: Volume One

A brief observation of Newt Scamander’s Cinnamon Fluff.

In other words, my obsession with Newt’s hair is out of control and I had to write a list of head canons about it just to satisfy my desire to touch it. 


Working Hair

“Honey? Are you coming to dinner soon?”

“I just need to finish these last few lines.” Newt’s feather quill was writing swiftly, as his eyes focused on the manuscript before him.

You stood behind his chair and ran a hand across his collar. “You’ve been working all day.”

No comment.

You began to massage the back of his neck.

He moaned softly and you could literally see the tension in his neck and shoulders from being hunched over a desk all day.

You moved your hands to each side of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair, as you massaged his unspoken discomfort away.

Sick Hair

You were sitting in bed, reading, surrounded by candles.

“Darling? I don’t… feel well. Can I come lay by you?” Newt’s weak voice broke the silence as he shuffled toward the bed.

“Love, come here." 

Concerned, you rested your hand on his head to sense if he had a temperature. 

You ran your hand through the side of his hair and discovered it was very sweaty and curlier than normal.

"Aw, love. You’re burning up. Let me cool you down." 

You grabbed a hand towel, soaked it with lukewarm water, and sat with your back against the pillows. Newt curled up against you in the fetal position and laid his head in the middle your lap.

One hand held the towel in place against his forehead while your free hand smoothed the sweaty curls at the top of his head.

"You don’t have to take care of me. I’ll be fine. It’s just a smidge of a headache.”

“Shhh…just sleep, my sweetheart.”

Sexy Hair

Newt has a fetish with your hands – in his hair. To him, it is the one of the most sexy and euphoric signs of affection you can gift to him. He never openly admits it, but he loves it when you pull his hair gently as you kiss him passionately. You rake your hands throughout his curls, completely tangled in each strand and he yearns for it. You can tell by the way he moans against your lips and his heart races. You love earning that response from him. 

The after effects are the best, when he gets up to go to the bathroom and you glance over at him – his curls are sweaty and disheveled. You laugh gleefully and he has the cheesiest, most pleasured smirk on his lips.

Love drunk, you call it. It’s the most attractive expression you’ve ever seen.

Fancy Hair

On the rare event that you were going out at night to a party or for dinner, Newt would attempt to “slick” his hair back. It was a special occasion after all and he wanted to look his best for you. It would always make you giggle. He looked so grown up. 

“Darling? Am I going gray?” He inquired, a slight look of terror in his eyes.

“I don’t see any gray.” You smirked and turned away quickly, how could you admit it to him? 

“Newt, I think it’s sexy.”

His eyes brightened, “Well then, nothing to worry about. Come love, let’s go.”

Case Hair

Wind blown. Always. 

Newt scurried about the habitats almost as quickly as the Niffler stealing a coin feeding each creature their evening meal.

“Slow down, Newt. They’re not going anywhere!”

“There’s no promise of that!”

A moment later.

“Oh bugger! Where has Dougal run off to?”

Shower/Bath Hair

Every night, whether in the shower or the bath, Newt would sing. Sometimes, you would listen from the sitting room. Sometimes, you would listen at the door. Then on those very special occasions, you would storm into the bathroom and just stare at him.  

“Did you hear me singing?” He blushed.

“How could I not?”

His hair was sopping wet, his bangs flat against his forehead, practically covering his eyes. 

“Have you come to join my choir?” He asked, with a wink.

“Absolutely! What part shall I sing?” 

Sleeping Hair

Perhaps your most favorite was when Newt was laying next to you on his feather pillow, falling asleep. His face looked so serene and calm. The worries of everyday life fading away to dreams.

You kissed his lips lovingly and he stirred, reaching out for you with closed eyes. 

As you scooted into his arms, your fingers found their way to the side of his head, and you spent several moments affectionately stroking his hair.

He let out the softest hum of contentment as his hands slithered around your back, pulling you closer to his chest.

Comfort Hair

Sometimes, Newt would be feeling insecure about life - whether it be memories of Hogwarts or his irrational fears of annoying people. 

You were sitting on the couch in front of the fire, drinking a cup of tea, when in comes Newt - silently, he lays down on the couch facing the fire. He rests his head in your lap and exhales.

Your run your hand through his fringe, kiss his forehead, and continue to stroke his hair back for at least an hour.

When he finally stands to go to bed, his hair is all stuck up on one side.

Morning Hair

Somewhat similar to sexy hair - it is the ultimate bed head. It’s the leftovers from however he was feeling or whatever you were doing the night before. 

“Oh love, you might want to look in a mirror before you go to work today.”

“What is it?”

“Erm,” You smirked, “Let’s just say… you or I got a little too carried away last night… and I’m pretty sure the creatures will even be able to tell.”

“Time for a shower, then?”

“Yes, please.”

Thinking Hair

Sometimes when Newt was really deep in thought or trying to solve a problem he would bite down on his wand or run his wand through his hair. You were always kind of afraid he would say a spell out loud and turn his hair green or light it on fire but he seemed to manage well enough.

“Be…uh, be careful Newt!”

“Wha - what? What’s wrong?”

He was tapping the wand against his head, staring down at the book in his hands. 

You inhaled sharply, “Nothing, darling.”

Typical Hair

The normal every day Newt hair. Beautiful, perfect, cinnamon fluff. 

“I love you. Have a wonderful day, sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight.” 

You kissed his cheek and used one finger to peek under his curls.

He smiled affectionately, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck and reached down to grab his case. 

“I’ll miss you all day.” He blushed, with a crooked smile.

On The Run Hair

Chasing creatures around NYC. Running around his case trying to get everyone fed. Trying to save the world. You were constantly wondering how he managed to even see as he did these things but when he came home at the end of the night, covered in dust, with remnants of meat from feedings, and pieces of grass interwoven throughout his textured hair –  it made you all the more proud he was yours.

“Rough evening?” You smiled as he climbed next to you on the bed.

“Merlin’s beard! I’m never stepping foot from our bedroom again. Quiet life for me from now on.”

“Yeah, right!” You tease, as he attacks your neck with kisses.


If I think of more, I’ll add them. :)

I just have to give a shout out to Eddie who literally inspired this today because when I saw this pic…

It was over for me.

The touch of gray.

The Newt Hair.

The pure cinnamon fluff.

I was a goner.

First kiss

This is the moment; Peter tells himself as he chalks up all of his confidence. Peter tries his hardest to stare at everywhere but you because he knows the moment he really looks at you, he is going to lose all of the confidence that he has.

“Can… Can I kiss you?”

Peter draws himself closer to you and you wait with bated breath, resisting the urge to wring your hands together. Being this close to Peter and smelling his cologne is making your head spin and your heart race.

Although now that Peter is really close to you, you can also see just how nervous he is. The tips of his ears are red and you can also see the slight flush over his cheeks too.

“…Yeah.” You nod your head and wait for him to make the first move but all Peter did is glance at your lips, eyes lingering there for a few more seconds before he looks at you once more. This time, Peter leans closer still, his lips almost touching yours but not quite.

“Are you sure?”

“Peter Parker, I have waited long enough for you to –“

He did not even let you finish the sentence, smiling in to the kiss the moment he captures your lips. Your arms wound around his neck to pull his head down, deepening the kiss. Peter places his hands on your hips, holding you to him as he kisses you.

Truth or Dare? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

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

A/N: Hi everyone! I was finally able to write another imagine! This wasn’t requested though, the idea just suddenly popped into my head and I just ran through with it haha. I’m gonna get the requests started so that I can post them soon and re-open my ask box for more requests. I hope you enjoy this one. It’s a bit short and straight to the point lol.

Overview: Reader likes Zach. Zach likes reader. Their friends think they should date and they all end up playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Or perhaps, what could possibly go right?

—–

“Hey Y/N, you should totally come to Jessica’s party later.” Justin says as he nudges my arm.

“Hmm, yeah sure I guess. I mean I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway so sure, I’ll come.” I reply with a small smile.

“Really!? That’s great!” he replies his fists throwing up in the air in joy.

“Calm down Justin. Uhm, who else is coming?” I ask and let out a laugh.

“Just the usual, Hannah, Clay, Sheri, Alex, Monty, Tony, Jeff, Zach.” he answers.

Zach?! Zach is coming?” I reply as my eyes widen in shock.

Zach, Zachary Dempsey. How do I begin to describe Zach? 6foot3 in height, dark brown hair, milk chocolate colored eyes, plump lips, nose accurately shaped by the Gods, and his smile, oh his perfect smile. He was the captain of the basketball team in our school. 

Every single girl in our school swooned over his presence, you can almost hear their hearts race whenever he walks through the hallway. Almost all of the girls had a crush on him, and all of them had no chance with him, and that included me. Although he was this popular, social butterfly in our school, he still kept the right amount of distance to others, which made him seem mysterious and cold.

We’ve always been close, and he was one of the people I often share my secrets too. In our group of friends, Zach and I always get teased. They’d always tell us that we should go out, we should date each other and stuff like that, but for some reason it never actually happens. I’ve heard some of my friends say that he liked me, and I mean like, like, not as a friend but as something more, but I just ignore them. I mean, yeah, I like him too, but I’m just not the kind of person to make the first move. I kind of like what we have now, we’re really close, special friends and I like how comfortable I am whenever I’m with him.

Everytime he’d flash his smile at me, everytime I’d tease him because he’s abnormally tall for his age, everytime he’d give me a back hug, everytime he’d feed me food when I’m busy, everytime he’d whine when I beat him in a video game, all of the little things made me fall more and more in love with him everyday. It’s just a shame that I can’t confess to him and that he hasn’t tried telling me what he feels too, if ever he did feel anything for me.

“Y/N.” Justin calls my name.

“Y/N!” he snaps his fingers in front of my face as I awaken to reality and realize I’ve been staring blankly, thinking about Zach.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I jump as I give him a faint smile.

“The bell just rang.” he says as he stands up from his seat and laughs at me.

“Oh it did? Ugh, sorry I was kind of lost for a moment there.” I reply as I stand up to get my backpack.

“I’ll see you at Jess’ later, okay?” he says as we walk side by side to leave the classroom.

“Oh yeah okay. See you later!” I reply as I wave my hand goodbye and walk to the other direction to my next class.

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😊Truth Detector (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:Can I request an Ethan x Reader where the reader is best friends with Ethan and Grayson and they’re doing the lie detector test and somehow the reader ends up hooked up the machine and it comes out that she like Ethan (sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. I love your writing tho 💖💖)

Warnings: Too cute ❤️❤️

A/N: Okay I thought this sounded so cute so I decided to write it but I hope you guys enjoy it and thanks for the requests! I have finals coming up so requests are still OPEN but I may not post them till after the first week of May! :)

Originally posted by thedolangifs


“Hey guys what’s up?” The boys introduced their channel as I sit on the sidelines waiting to be introduced. I didn’t have plans to be in this video at all, but the boys were using my dad’s lie detector and my dad would kill me if they broke it or anything so I decided to be here and make sure they don’t do anything stupid.

“We have our lovely friend Y/N here today. This is her dad’s lie detector so she has to make sure we don’t break it or anything with how these results come out.” Grayson laughs as he stands to help Ethan hook up to the machine. “Yo Y/N how do you work this thing?” Grayson asks as he attempts to wrap the belt around Ethan. When they lifted up Ethan’s shirt I could see his abs and his smile which drove me crazy. He had such a cute smile which made my insides flutter. His abs looked so good against his charcoal sweatshirt. He was looking down fiddling with the belt between his fingers. I would have to wrap my arm around him to lock the belt into place against his belly button. “Earth to Y/N.” I heard Grayson say and I shake my head and look to him.

“Huh?” I asked and the boys laughed.

“Y/N you can’t keep daydreaming about us like that. We need help.” Ethan says chuckling. My heart melts as I feel my face begin to heat up. Was I that obvious? I didn’t mean to stare, but I can’t help it sometimes. “We need your help.” Ethan says and I walk over to the boys. Ethan had the belt on completely backwards. I started laughing as my fingers turn the belt around and I tighten the leather against his stomach. I look up to him and he was smiling down at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Thanks.” He says and I smile back nodding.

“No problem.” I walked back to my seat as the boys did their video. I just scrolled on twitter while I heard the boys bicker back and forth over the questions.

“Y/N get over here we need help to end this argument.” Ethan hollers at me. I look up at the boys from my phone when they call me over. I walk over to them confused. “Who do you think is more attractive? Gray or me?” Ethan asks as I feel my stomach twist in knots again. I didn’t want to play this game.

“I mean you’re both attractive.” I said as I could feel my cheeks turning red again. Hopefully the boys don’t notice my cheeks changing colors.

“Well yeah we know that but who is more attractive? Ethan or me?” Grayson asks and Ethan turns his body around to face me. Both their dark eyes on me send chills throughout my body.

“Yeah Y/N who is more attractive? Me, a sexy stud muffin or Gray, an awkward golden potato?” He asks which sent me into a fit of laughter.

“I’m not an awkward potato. Remember when you peed your pants at our meet and greet?” Gray retorts sending me laughing harder. “Okay enough bickering. Y/N you’re the tie breaker! Who is it?” Grayson asks and I shrugged. I liked them both they were both fantastic. However, Ethan was the one I was more drawn to. He was always making me laugh and we just clicked. I couldn’t explain it. That skunk stripe in his fluffy hair, his black Ramones shirt, his thick pink lips with that gorgeous white smile, and his arms. The way they would wrap around me whenever he would be leaving for a trip or whenever he just missed me. He was always so warm and he always smelled of Giorgio Armani cologne.

“Wait I have an idea!” Ethan shouts as he attempts to rip the belt off of him. “Let’s ask Y/N who is more attractive with this on!” Ethan then pushes me down in his seat while he sits on my lap straddling me.

“Ethan!” I shrieked as he pulled my shirt up and wrapped the belt around my waist. I blushed but I tried to act like I hated him. I knew how this test worked. The test checks for changes from normal body functions so I just had to distract myself by chewing on my cheek or digging my nails into my skin.

“Okay let’s have some fun with this. Let’s ask some good questions now. Y/N am I more attractive than Ethan?” Grayson asks and I blushed hard.

“You’re both attractive. Please–”

“Grayson asked a question Y/N. Do you think he’s more attractive than me?” Ethan asked me looking me dead in the eyes.

“Yeah I think you’re more attractive than Ethan.” I said and Grayson’s grin grows while Ethan has a smirk spreading across his face.

“Yes okay! Did you ever have a crush on one of us?” Grayson asks biting his knuckle while watching me. Ethan decides to sit in the seat next to him.

“No I already answered my question.” I said as I tried to take the belt off but Ethan stopped me.

“Answer this one.” He says so calmly. For some reason it’s as if I was under his spell.

“Yes.” I said and they both smile at each other.

“Was it me?” Ethan asks as he pulls out a stick of gum and chews on it.

“No.” I said smirking and he stops chewing and his mouth hangs open.

“Was it me?” Grayson asks smiling.

“Nope.” I said leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. The boys both looked at me and smirked.

“Well if you won’t tell us then your results will.” Grayson says and he scooched over to the computer and my eyes widen. Ethan notices and he smiles a cheeky grin across his face. “Okay for the first result on if I was more attractive than Ethan you said yes and that was…” Grayson stops and looks between Ethan and I. “A lie.” He says and Ethan’s grin grows and so do his eyes. “Okay I’ll pretend that didn’t sting. Next one, Ethan asked if you ever had a crush on him and you said no and your results show…” I looked down to my feet while Grayson scrolled for the results in complete and utter shyness. I was too embarrassed for Grayson to say anything but I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me.

“A lie.” Ethan says and looks at me again. “Do you still like me?” He asks and I looked up at him.

“What?”

“Grayson go outside.” Ethan says not breaking eye contact with me.

“Fine. We’ll do the outro later I guess.” He says as he pushes out his chair and walks up the stairs leaving Ethan and I alone.

“Do you still like me Y/N?” He asks again. I felt my heart racing like it was going to jump out of my chest.

“Yeah.” I said not looking up at him. He looks at the screen and smiles.

“The results show you are telling the truth.” He says and I smile still looking down at my feet. I hear Ethan scoot his chair out from the table which causes me to look up. He’s now standing in front of me leaning against the table. “This is the last question then we can take the detector off.” I nod as I look back down to my feet. He lifts my chin up to look in his dark eyes which glow to me for some reason. “Do you want to kiss me?” I look up at him confused.

“What?” I asked again even though I know exactly what he said. He started to chuckle again.

“You heard me.” He says taking my hand in his. My stomach was doing somersaults now. “Do you want to kiss me? Because I kinda wanna really kiss you.” I swallowed hard at Ethan’s comment. I looked up at him and muttered the only word I knew at that moment.

“Yes.” And with that Ethan grabbed my hands and pulled me up to meet him. We looked each other in the eyes as his hands rest on my hips and my arms lock around his neck. He leans back and looks at the screen then to me. He smiles and then presses his lips gently to mine. His kiss had a faint taste of mint to them. They were soft and cool as I pulled him closer to me. Our heads moved in sync and so did our bodies. He lightly gripped my hips and pushed me closer into him. I could feel him smiling into the kiss. We then pulled apart and panted lightly.

“That was better than I’ve ever thought.” He says which causes us both to laugh.

“Agreed.” We then heard Grayson walking down the stairs as he saw us all tangled together.

“Woah did not expect to see this.” He says laughing. “Come on E we gotta finish off the video.” He says and Ethan kisses my nose.

“Wait for me?” He asks and I nodded.

“Of course. I’ll be over there.” I said pointing to my seat. I unravel myself from his arms and I go to my seat as I wait for the boys to wrap up their video so Grayson could tease Ethan and I and ask us 20 questions. 


Xx Thanks for the request :)