fallen tooth

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Slytherin x Hufflepuff but the Hufflepuff be male and Slytherin be female? Btw I love your blog xx

Hi, thanks so much!
So here we go (I did mostly a things before they get together, and a few once they are together, hope thats ok):

  • Hufflepuff is like really charming and casual around everyone
  • Slytherin is super confused when her friends talk about him being really funny and super flirty
  • because shes never seen him like that????? are we talking about the same person?????? he’s just nice?????
  • he’s literally the golden boy at hogwarts
  • so many girls love him
  • slytherin is so uptight about it
  • like
  • of course they all love him that prick he’s so annoying
  • but she cares way too much about what he thinks about her
  • they’re kind of friends but not really
  • they talk a lot (and he gradually becomes more confident as they get to know each other)
  • everyone kind of thinks they’re a ~thing~
  • his eyes always catch hers in the halls and across classrooms
  • and sometimes hell wink at her
  • and make her feel kind of uncomfortable yet so happy
  • he thinks its funny
  • and like
  • she thinks he’s attractive
  • I mean he’s not ugly
  • but he definitely has a nice face
  • and the jaw thing that he does is pretty hot
  • and when he scratches his neck when he’s embarrassed or doesnt know what to do is cute
  • no she doesnt like him don’t be ridiculous
  • ok maybe a little
  • but its not a crush
  • its just attraction
  • and even though she sometimes wants to pull him into a cupboard and snog the living daylights out of him doesn’t mean she likes him
  • right?
  • holy shit she likes him
  • no no no no no no no no no no no
  • avoid avoid avoid avoid
  • and he thought they had a good thing going on
  • they were friends
  • she was funny and awkward and could make him laugh
  • and he could make her laugh on the days she didn’t want to smile
  • then why is she ignoring him
  • why doesnt she talk to him in class like normal
  • so then whenever shes standing across the hall talking to her friends normally
  • he can’t stop watching her
  • because something must be wrong if shes acting this way
  • and then she catches him staring
  • and she gets all flustered and speed walks away
  • “why do you even care” his friends ask
  • theyre right
  • why should he care
  • so he decides he doesnt
  • and hell act the same way towards her
  • ignore ignore ignore
  • until
  • oh fuck
  • hes fallen for her too
  • the super clumsy, teasing slytherin
  • he shouldn’t like her
  • I mean shes a slytherin for merlins sake
  • and now he’s talking to all her friends
  • and shes cool with it because he’s nice
  • and when they start dating
  • ITS THE BEST THING EVER
  • then one of the other Slytherins confronts her about it over breakfast
  • and everyones like I knew it
  • Dumbledore slides a galleon over to McGonagall cause she totally knew it
  • and maybe thats why she always paired them up in transfiguration
  • and slytherin is glaring at him from across the quidditch pitch because dammit that stupid Hufflepuff is not going to get that dumb ass snitch before I do
  • but he sees it first
  • and he checks to see if shes seen it to just before he dives
  • and in that split second that he catches her eye
  • she mouthes I love you
  • and hes frozen
  • because holy shit she just said she loves me
  • what do I do
  • do I say it back
  • why is she going down to the ground
  • fuck is she crying
  • why is she screaming
  • why is she holding the snitch
  • and then he realises
  • that sneaky little-
  • but shes smiling and shes so happy
  • and know one else saw what she said
  • but she catches his eye in the crowd
  • and her smile lessens a bit but she nods
  • she meant it
  • and that was just as good as her screaming out to the world
  • because in that moment it was just them on the pitch
  • staring at each other
  • and he mouthed it back
  • I love you

OMG I HOPE YOU LIKED IT 

IT TOOK ME LIKE THREE DAYS TO WRITE IT 

I kept typing and then going no no no no I don’t like it

anyway here it is, enjoy :)

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“What can I look forward to today?” Dr. Wells enthused with one of those intoxicating smiles that tended make your knees knock together.

“See for yourself…” You replied with a grin splitting your face as you leaned over the counter, handing him his drink and watching Harrison tip back his first swig.

His enamoring blue eyes closed briefly; pure bliss twisting through his expression as he swallowed down that first sip, allowing you to freely gaze at the knob in his throat at it slid beneath his skin. 

“Is that caramel?” He finally asked, opening his eyes to find you nodding. “Heaven per usual… What on earth have I done to deserve such special treatment?”

You shrugged. “You’ve got one of those faces.”

“One of those faces?”

Yeah. I mean, I can just tell you’re a good guy.” You explained with a bright smile before bending to grab a rag from beneath the counter so you could wipe down the bar top, failing to notice the very quick, very nervous twitch that jerked at the corner of his mouth. “Plus you happen to be one of my nicer customers. You’re tips aren’t too bad either.” You teased, lifting your gaze back on Harrison to see him leaning back in his wheelchair with his hands folded behind his head; coffee resting on the seat between his thighs as he watched you.

“You’re twisting my life into a knot of caramel-coffees and hard decisions. Do you know that?”

“So you’ve told me…” You replied with a smirk, still having no idea what that even meant, as many times as he’d said it in the past. You supposed it had something to do with a man trying to cut back on sweets or caffeine but he never went into detail and you never bothered to ask. You were wrong of course. So very wrong. And little did you know you had the man you knew as Dr. Harrison Wells wrecked and thoroughly torn in two…

(X) (~♫♪~)

I couldn’t touch you without ruining you,
so I didn’t touch you at all.
It’s when you’re on the brink of something
that you lose your balance.
You told me that once.
When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to,
my heart plays Russian Roulette with my throat.
I swear I fired that night, but, nothing.

Someday, I’ll show you the bullet I had for you,
after time has done the wash.
I’ll take it out of the jar of missed opportunities.
We’ll hold it up to the light.
You’ll roll it around your mouth like a fallen tooth.
You won’t forgive me exactly,
but we’ll laugh about how small it is.
We’ll wonder how such a little thing
could ever have meant so much.

—  Mindy Nettifee, “All I Had To Say For Myself”
Every tooth, ah me, has crumbled, dropped and fallen in decay! Tooth it was not, nay say rather, ‘twas a brilliant lamp’s bright ray. Each was white and silvery-flashing, pearl and coral in the light. Glistening like the stars of morning or the raindrop sparkling bright. Not one remaineth to me, lost through weakness and decay. Whose the fault? ’Twas surely Staturn’s planetary rule, you say. No, the fault of Saturn ’twas not, nor the long, long lapse of days. 'What then?’ I will answer truly: ‘Providence which God displays.’ - Rudaki

*Elderly Yemenite Jew, between 1898 and 1914.

Fairy!Kurt AU in which Kurt loses the treat he’s bringing in exchange for Blaine’s tooth and it’s an incident that saves his life 8 years later.

Blaine is 8 years old. 

8 whole years. 

He’s old enough to wait for the school bus alone and ride his bike down the street to his friend’s house without his parents. He’s also old enough to wonder if it’s really a fairy that brings him a treat for the tooth he hass lost. 

But despite this slight doubt, he puts the newly fallen tooth under his pillow that night. You know, just in case. 

“How does the Tooth Fairy have the time to bring treats for all children?” he asks as his mother tucks him. 

“The same way Santa does. Magic,” his mother replies with a soft smile and a kiss on his wild curls. “Good night, baby." 

"Good night, Mama,” Blaine yawns. What she said makes sense to him. Because there’s no way Santa isn’t real. 

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I couldn’t touch you without ruining you,
so I didn’t touch you at all.

It’s when you’re on the brink of something
that you lose your balance.
You told me that once.
When I can’t bring myself to say what I need to,
my heart plays Russian Roulette with my throat.
I swear I fired that night, but, nothing.

Someday, I’ll show you the bullet I had for you,
after time has done the wash.
I’ll take it out of the jar of missed opportunities.
We’ll hold it up to the light.
You’ll roll it around your mouth like a fallen tooth.
You won’t forgive me exactly,
but we’ll laugh about how small it is.
We’ll wonder how such a little thing
could ever have meant so much.

—  Mindy Nettifee, “All I Had To Say For Myself"