Mom: I’m thinking that it would be alot easier for you if you were with people more like you
Sana: I can manage having Norwegian friends and be myself at the same time!
ok but can we talk about this for a second?? sana insisting she can be herself with norwegian non-muslim friends. but… we haven’t seen that? we’ve literally seen sana get misunderstood countless times and brushed over by her friends in the last four days alone. yes she can be herself in the sense that she’ll usually speak her mind but her being with those girls at the moment, no matter their history, is draining her right now and she is sacrificing her emotional wellbeing. sana’s mother telling her that it would be easier for her to be around people like her was so… sad tbh. sana’s mother must notice how out of place sana can feel, being invited to things/go to parties when its time for her to pray, her friends putting her in the position where she doesn’t want to say no for fear that she’ll just… lose them? it feels like sana’s reply is defensive and it makes me believe she’s not at that point yet where she can verbally tell the girls what they’re doing is shitty and im :/
sana loves those girls so damn much and listen, i dont doubt they love her too. but right now that’s not enough, right now they aren’t seeing what they’re doing and its impact on sana and that is going to blow up in everyone’s faces real soon.
Has this strong and scary presence around him but he’s actually an angel doesn’t like doing the dirty work himself and instead relies on his other gang members to clean up the mess
Even though he himself and his gang is well known around the city he prefers to stay in the shadows
Has a reputation of one of the fiercest mafia leaders
And the rumors are true because no one who got on his bad side, got to live to see another day
Meeting you was a complete coincidence as you happened to work in the warehouses where his gang would make deals. You were always told finish up before 9 o’clock in the evening because you might lose your job otherwise and you always obeyed this rule until that day. It took you longer to sort things out than usual and when you were about to leave it was almost 10. You went out through the front exit and were caught up in the middle of two gangs.
“Who the fuck is she?” one man asked.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything, I’m not even supposed to be here, I will never tell anyone, so please-”
“Shut up! You talk to much.” Jaebum ordered. You looked at him frightened.
“It would be better if we just kill her.” the other man spoke again.
“No.” Jaebum said approaching you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “She’s with me.”
He’s not in the gang to do business but rather for the many opportunities to steal, especially cars
If he sets his eye on something, there is 110% guarantee that he will get in 24 hours
He thinks Jackson is shady and that he’s probably going to try to steal from him so he avoids him like the plague which almost never works
Because of people like him, he doesn’t go anywhere (not even to sleep) without his trusted revolver
He’s one of the richest among the gang members and likes to show off his precious cars but there will be no hesitation to kill if you as much as touch them
You made the stupid decision of trying to steal from him. You saw his obviously expensive car parked outside one of the clubs and thought that that’s a good catch. However when you drove away with it, expecting to sell it into the black market, Mark himself showed up to buy it from you.
“That’s not very nice.” he said pointing his gun at you. “I really like this one.”
You were surprised the owner of the car found you so fast and just wanted in anticipation to see what will happen.
“But I also find your courage and skills very impressive, not many people dare steal from me, so how about you give me back my car and then I will think what to do with you.”
No one knows why he’s in the gang and how he got here
He just started hanging around and before everyone knew it he was already going on missions and making deals
Was very quick to gain everyones trust and respect
He doesn’t have a specific job at the gang as he’s pretty much good at anything
And he also annoys a lot people so they don’t want to take him with them but he shows up anywhere, anytime at the right moment
He met you when he broke into your house in the middle of the night to interrogate you. He woke you up and put his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.
“We need to discuss some things, if you behave I won’t hurt you.”
Pretending to fear for your life you just nodded but if he really thought you were afraid, that was a big mistake on his part. You knew this was going to happen someday sooner or later, so you were ready and as soon as he let go of you, you took the scissors from your night stand and stabbed him in the leg. You took off immediately after that and you have no idea how (with that kind of injury) but he managed to catch up and tackle you outside. He dragged you to the back of your apartment building and slammed you into the wall.
“Naughty girl, what did I just say about behaving? I really don’t want to hurt you but if you don’t tell me everything you know right now, I might have to take you with me.”
Doesn’t always look like it but will do anything for the gang
He’s one of the top and most respected assassins in the industry
Prefers to take out his targets silently, that’s why he’s more skilled with hand held weapons like knifes, daggers, axes and so on
Most of the time he’s very collected and calm until you make him angry or his emotions take over, then he uses anything he can find as a weapon and not a single person leaves the room alive
He has been in the business for so long that he already forgot the number of people he killed
Unfortunately it was your mission to kill him, as you were probably the only person crazy enough to try it. He noticed you even before you approached him but didn’t say anything yet. This situation was very amusing to him as there has been a long time since somebody tried to kill him. You were waiting all night to get the right opportunity when you lost track of him. You were about to go look for him when he appeared next to you.
“Looking for someone?” he asked handing you a drink. “Why do you look so shocked? Did you see a ghost or am I that sexy?”
You were still frozen in your tracks when he got closer and closer to you only to pull your gun from under your dress.
“What were you about to do with this?” he smirked pushing you down on the couch. “I think you should sit down because me and you are about to have a very serious talk.”
Specializes in making drug, weapons and other kind of deals
Deal making with him is very quick, as he doesn’t like talking with his business partners about anything else but the deal, so that if anything happens it wouldn’t be traced back to him
Even though he’s well known in the industry not many people know his real name
He’s also the best at smuggling anything in and out of the country
If the money is given to him in cash, he counts every single note as he doesn’t trust people that easily
You tried to cheat your way out of the deal by not giving him a couple of grands, thinking he wouldn’t notice but as you turned around to leave he grabbed you by the arm.
“No so fast sweetie.” he said. “Do you know what this is?” he asked you and you could feel the coldness of the metal press at your waist.
“It’s a gun.”
“Correct! And I would really hate to use it on you.” he stated snatching your bag out of your hand.
“I will take this.” he smiled taking out a bundle of banknotes out of it. “But as you tried to trick me, I can’t let you go that easily, so I think I will need something more than that.”
Any kind of location, a person, any piece of information - he has it
Is considered very valuable in this business and many gangs try to bribe him to work for them
He has no interest in helping them though and prefers to stick to one group at a time but he’s been in this gang for so long that nowadays he doesn’t even plan on leaving
Has many different methods to get the info he needs, the most infamous one of them being torture
Needless to say if he gets to use that method, you won’t be experiencing anything again. Ever.
You had no idea how it got to that. Seemingly one minute you were fighting alongside your members and now you were strapped to a chair in an unknown building. Someone pulled you up by the chin.
“I told you to look at me when I’m talking to you.” BamBam said. “Ahh such a pretty face!”
“Don’t touch me!” you told trying to smack his hand from your face.
“I think you don’t understand the situation you’re now in. You see, you don’t have many options. Or rather there is only two: you tell me everything you know and I kill you quickly or I torture the information out of you and kill you anyways.”
“How about neither, you fuck.”
“Ouch! You’re just making it worse for yourself but I admire your courage, how about, just for you, I come up with a third option.”
Was very young when he was thrown into this whole mafia world, still in some sort of training to be a pro
But unexpectedly he’s crazy good with guns, his aim is great and his precision is no joke
Because of that all the members trust him with their lives and he’s taken on missions more often than anyone else
Favourite weapons of choice - long range sniper rifles
Often trains other even older than him gang members and can often be seen practicing till dusk
He was surprised to see he missed and only shot you in the leg. As you disappeared behind a building he decided to come finish you off. When he turned the corner you were nowhere to be seen.
“What the heck, she couldn’t have gone that far off, at this point she should have lost a lot of blood.” he wondered when unexpectedly you attacked him from behind. You took your knife out trying to stab him when he rolled you over and now he was the one on top.
“Oh! I see we have a fighter. How were you even able to stand up?” he questioned you.
“Stop struggling, will you?” he told you pressing his fingers into the open leg wound. You screamed in pain and passed out. He checked your pulse.
“Good. She’s still alive. If we can get her to behave, she will make a strong ally.” he thought picking you up.
A/N: Next up is BTS!! But I still have to finish it 😂 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄
Everyone please note that these types of requests are aimed for very specific people and of course not everyone has this type of body type. My aim in making these reactions are to create fun and fictional writings that are able to entertain fellow ARMYS.
This reaction is not definite.
BTS will love you no matter your body type & skin colour.
Thank you for requesting~
this boy and his damn tendency to touch other people’s butts… Jungkook would definitely love your body type. But dating this boy would mean being prepared for all the butt touching and slapping, he wouldn’t really show his love for your body in public though.
Taehyung would be slightly low-key turned on by your body, of course he would try to hide this at first as a way to show you some respect but when you two were close enough he would just be constantly complimenting you. This boy would develop a praising kink just for you.
Jimin would slowly come to learn to love it. Curvy and tan body types aren’t as often seen in Korea and so you had definitely caught his eye the moment you walked into the room, Jimin admired you not only for your beautiful body type but also the confidence that you bring with you.
Even after dating for a while, Jimin would have grown a tendency to just unconsciously stare when you walked past him.
Namjoon would love not only your body but the air of confidence that you bring about it, he loved that you referred to your own body as “beautifully curvy” because he knew it was just as true as you had said it to be. Namjoon would be the type to constantly kiss you compliments just to reassure himself that you never had a day in which you feel uncomfortable with the way your body looked.
Hoseok is a mix of all the boys in one body, he can be both extremely fluffy or smutty when it comes to your body. When he feels like it, he would playfully comment on how good you look in a certain outfit with his tongue stuck out and other times he just feels like laying in the couch and pecking every inch of your body.
High-key turned on as fuck. And honestly, Yoongi wouldn’t even try to hide it.
He loved your body and didn’t care to hide it. He’d compliment you out of the blue on some days, even in public. Roam his hands around your body as a comforting habit and lick his lips when he watched you change from outfit to outfit when you both go shopping.
I’m going to be completely honest, Seokjin would definitely not be used to itat first. Jin was raised with traditional Korean standards, this means that most of the girls that are viewed as beautiful there are thinner and have more petite body types (this is not fact). But don’t fear, Jin is a total sweetheart and a “personality over looks” type of guy, when he falls in love with you, falling in love with your body will just automatically be included when dating.
Request: jerome smut? where he gets incredibly jealous where it gets to the point where he kills the guy right in front of you thats been flirting with you all night? and then ends with angry passionate s m u t ?
Ahh I can’t believe this is happening! We never go out on a date! I jump up and down excited and curing my hair. I slip into my tight royal blue dress and accompany it with my black pumps.
I slide down the railing of the stairs to where Jerome waits in a nice outfit. “Looking handsome my man!” I say kissing his cheek. “And you look…delicious my doll!” He growls in my ear and kisses my neck biting it lightly. “Shall we?” Jerome asks a he opens the door for us to exit.
We make one of J’s henchmen drive us to the club. We walk in and I instantly feel my body moving to the music. “Dance with me J!” I say and attempt to pull him to the floor with me.
He scoffs and pulls his arm away. “I don’t know honey. You know this.” I cross my arms and pout slightly. “Fine.” I say and go by myself.
I sway my hips and make eye contact with J every second. I feel a body press up against me and pull my hips against theirs. Obviously a male. I turn around and smirk knowing this will make J angry. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” He whispers to me; the sent of alcohol clear in his breath.
I grind up against him and smile at J. “Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you.” The man looks me up and down and immediately leads me to the bar getting me a drink.
I look over once again to the booth Jerome is at. He just sits there sipping his whiskey and watches me like a hawk. Even when someone is talking to him. He still keeps his eyes on me.
The man passes me my drink and sits down at the bar. “So you gonna tell me now baby girl?” I giggle and take a swig of my drink loving the burning sensation moving its way down my throat. “Well you see that man over there? He look familiar to you?” I point the mans line of sight to Jerome who is talking to someone.
The mans mouth opens and his eyes go wide. “J-Jerome? The Jerome?” I shrug my shoulders. “He likes to be called Joker by the ones who fear him.” “Why would you be with him?” “He shows me a good time. Really gets me going.”
The man scoffs and grabs my ass pulling me closer. “I bet I could show you a better time.” Suddenly a glass flys between us and smashes on the wall.
The giggle of my sweetheart is heard a foot away making me smile. “Oh do you? You think you can get my little doll going more then I could huh? Think you can make her scream?” Jerome asks getting into the man drunken face. “N-no sir.” He stutters.
Jerome puts his hand behind his ear in a dramatic manner. “What was that? A man who thinks he’s better then me and a fibber? Hmm looks like we got to do something about that…well then.” Jerome immediately shoot the man in the head and laughs.
Jerome puts the gun under my chin lifting my head up. “Now you. What am I going to do to you (y/n)? Punishment has got to be presented, but not here.” Jerome snaps his fingers at his henchmen. “Bring the car around back. Then walk home. We’re gonna be a while.” Jerome says and drags me out the back entrance where the car now waits.
He opens the back door. “Get in baby.” I cross my arms. “And if I don’t?” I ask. Jerome puts his hand round my throat and the gun to my head. “Then you know what will happen. Now listen to me and get in.”
I gulp scared. He’s never threatened me to that extent before. Never has he had me at gun point. I crawl in the back followed by Jerome. “Touch yourself.” He says still pointing the gun at me.
Somehow I felt a little more aroused then I should be. Still scared out of my mind, but still turned on.
I’m never allowed to touch myself. One of Jerome’s rules. I spread my legs for him to see I’m not wearing any panties. “You naughty girl.” He breathes out and runs his own hand over the bulge in his pants.
I slip my hand down to my pussy and rub a single finger up and down my slit spreading the wetness. I proceed to slip a finger inside myself and pump slowly getting a rhythm started.
I add another finger and play with my clit throwing my head back in pleasure. “Oh baby. Look at you.” Jerome laughs and rips the top half of my dress open to revile my breast.
He starts to toy with them as I bring myself closer to release. “Does that feel good doll? Do you like playing with yourself?” I moan and nod my head. “Yes. It feels so good.”
Jerome lowers he head and removes my fingers from my pussy replacing them with his own. He sucks on my clit knowing how sensitive I am there.
I grab his hair and tug at it. “Ah Jerome!” I throw my head back. “Turn around. Hands and knees love.”
I do as he says and I feel the tip of him running up and down my soaked slit. “What do you want baby?” “I want you to fuck me Jerome.” He giggles and slides in roughly.
He doesn’t waste time. He pounds into my as hard as he can bringing me close to the edge. “Who’s are you? Hm? Scream it!” “Yours Jerome!” I moan out.
Jerome pulls my hair back and thrust into me at an angle where I’m ready to cum. “YOURS! IM YOURS!” I scream as we both cum.
Jerome brushes my hair out if my face and kisses my cheek. “That’s right baby.” He says into my ear.
A/N: I’m so so sorry this took so long! I was struggling between pulling this one out of a very reluctant brain and writing some other stuff, but I hope you like it all the same!
After 72 years of ice and abstinence, Bucky worried his skills in the bedroom might’ve been a little rusty.
When (Y/N) had challenged him to just about the sexiest competition in the history of everything, he’d been absolutely floored. He’d thought about that girl for months: what he’d do to her, what he’d let her do to him (it was a little obsessive if he was honest with himself.) So, as she’d looked at him with darkened eyes and a wicked smile on her lips, he should’ve felt ecstatic, ready to haul her ashes right then and there. Instead, he’d floundered, blurting out the name of a diner a few blocks from the Tower and insisting they go right then.
Two weeks and the best six dates of his entire, excessively long life later, he was preparing to finally take the next step.
Maybe it was how much he’d grown to like (Y/N) and the fear that he would disappoint her, or how much time had passed since the last time he’d knocked a girl’s socks off, but he was freaking out. He felt like such a baby, whining and not doing backflips up and down the hallway at the opportunity to have sex with such a beautiful, kind girl.
He was probably going to hurl as soon as her saw her.
Hey, hey cuties. This little series is LGBTQ related magic, as a queer witch, I see a lack of magic specific to my community. So with the lovely group of folks I’ve had to advise me, I have managed to come up with quite a few things, as well as feature some work of other folks! Many of the topics in my little series here were requested. So before you go give me shit about what it is, it was requested, and your girl here always honors those requests!
So let’s get started.
This week’s request was “To appear more masculine” as a request from a transguy, so this is focused on that particular request! So here we go!
JAR SPELL – from me ( @witchy-woman )
sea salt - for protection basil - for protection, dispels confusion, fear & weakness. black pepper - for courage geranium - for overcoming negative thoughts & attitudes, lifting spirits, protection & happiness. holly - said to heighten masculinity cedar - confidence & strength pine - new beginnings, resilience, growth & repelling negativity
Focus your intent for each and every layer, say your intent out loud (even over and over) if it helps! Meditate and focus your whole purpose for the jar, cork and seal it(I have a simple tutorial how to do so here). Don’t forget to stick it in the moonlight to charge it if you feel like it needs a kick!
The witches in Elsewhere University(no matter if they’re wiccan, pagan, christian, etc.) are the main go to people for help with the Fae.
Forgot to leave an offering of cream and now you’re afraid to enter your room because your roommate is growling at you whenever you open the door? Ask a witch to make a potion (with cream or something in it of course),repay them with ingredients, set the potion outside your door overnight, and stay at a (human) friends room. Return when the overwhelming feeling of fear whenever you consider opening the door fades.
The only payment these witches ask for are for ingredients. Herbs, crystals, roses, incense, lemons, pocket knives, lighters, and candles and pretty sure fire. They may not ask for payment, but always offer. If you don’t, well, the witches and the crows get along fabulously… It’s best to offer payment. Don’t bother with cash, they’d rather at least have you get the ingredients for the spells.
It’s not uncommon to find them digging through spice aisles, searching for sage, basil, and other things. Whenever it rains bowls can be found outside, gathering storm water. The full moon glimmers down onto bottles full of water and crystals that need recharged. They often room with the fae, they might be the only people who truly want to.
They walk freely through the campus, many have the sight or have found a way to enchant glasses to see the Fae. Witches are in all of the majors, and the chemistry major witches are feared by students and Gentry alike.
If a person who smells of candles and sage tells you not to go with that wolfish boy or feline girl, listen. If they say not to go to the dorm until 12:13 at night and to make it to your room by 12:15 and lock your door, do it. Leave a small candle outside their door as a thanks if you feel the need to.
Some witches worship the fae, they are the ones who get the most favours. They are also the ones most likely to get you in trouble or disappear (willingly of course.).
Sigil witches are the most respected in terms of mental strength, with nothing other than a sigil scrawled on some paper, or penned onto their skin, they face the Fair Folk . Sigils can fade or be washed away, others don’t have the intended effect and fail at what they were intended to do. They always make sure to have at least an iron necklace just in case the sigils fail.
There’s a story about a witch kidnapping one of the Fair Folk when their friend went missing. Nobody talks about it, but the witch won (hint: they were a chemistry major)
Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 2)
I am sorry for not having this sooner please forgive me senpai
Young! Reader x Father ! Klaus
Young! Reader x Uncle!Kol
It had been a week since the incident with the Kidnapping . So far every one is slightly shaken up that something like that can happen to their dear hope. Or well every one would if Kol would forget about the person who was actually tortured like everyone else did to Y/N .
She hadn’t really spoken much since the incident . But her screams in the night , showed her true emotions .
But it seemed like tonight was not one of those nights thankfully. Kol didn’t know how much longer he could stay calm , her leg was healing nicely. Well nicely enough when your ankle is fraktured
The originals tried to give her blood but every time she would pretend to drink it or just not enough to heal her completly.
But she was healing as her family tended to Hope’s crying. Kol watches at (y/n( , whom gasps as her sister nearly falls on the steps but doesn’t move from her seat . “Hello darling How are you ,” he says walking up to her. “I am fine uncle Kol , how are you ?” He could tell she was trying to be happy but her smile didn’t reach her eyes or heart.
“Come on love you can’t be sad forever . I am sure your parents were al–”
“Already taking care of Hope and tending her needs . Its fine Uncle Kol , they were just to busy doing other things . they couldn’t focus on me and Hope. I am just glad You we’re there for me when I needed you ” she then gave Kol a hug making him smile for the little girls sake , but he knew deep down its was going to take more than a hug to comfort the young child .
“ hey get dressed Aunty Davina wanted to give you a check up ” he says, making a smile whip onto the small girls face as she goes to prepare with her crutches in hand to support her body.
“So do you intend to steal away my daughter every time something happens to her ,” scowled Klaus.
“I told you already Niklaus . it isn’t stealing if she want to Come with me . It’s not like.your trying to.do you job when it comes to taking care. Of her .” kol says. “I am taking her to the cauldron to see Davina wanted to check on her leg . ” he continues.
“Do you intend to take her to some outsider , when Freya is hear with more magic and knowledge,” he says, as his anger rises.“Thou Davina isn’t as powerful Freya. She is more around and loving to her”
” Is that so brother then tell me who is the person that helps wrap (Y/n( bandages when Hayley isn’t around , or when Y/n needs help reaching her courtches.“
"Y/n wouldn’t even need crouthes if you even batted an eye at the girl. You fear they will both push you away when they grow up. But they have nothing to push away if you don’t care for the both of them ,” Kol says walking up to Klaus . Both of them were so angry they didn’t notice that Y/n walking into the room.
“ If its such a problem that I go out with Uncle Kol then I won’t go. No need to fight over anyone . ” she said then makes her way back to her room leaving the two grown men alone .
“Oh its you,” she said walking into the room . “Must be horrible being a human . You know only to live ,survive only to be killed ” she says.
“What do you want Hope” Y/n says holding on to her sketch book. “What can’t I just come and check on my twin” she Scowls at the word .
“I mean after all I need to be a bigger person here,"she pushes off Y/n’s crutches from the bed and snatches her sketch book from her .
"Hey what the fuck,” Y/n said as Hope sits down and Klaus comes to the room. Klaus gasps at Y/n words.
“So you expect to go out with Kol ,with that kind of language ,” he yells walking up the the human child as tears brim Hope’s eyes .
"You and I are going to talk about this ,“ he said walking away with the fake crying Hope from the room . Y/n glares at her twins walking form and sighs knowing that they won’t believe her story .
I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but nothing is working. "Little brat” I say noticing that my sketches were all torn out . I place the now empty sketch book on the bed side table .
I was about to try and pick up my crutches when Uncle Elijah and Klaus walks into the room and locks the door. "Y/n please tell me what your father heard you say isn’t true ?“ Uncle Elijah asks.
Uncle Elijah was always there for me when Uncle Kol wasn’t around or in this families case awake or alive. I could tell he wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt but he knew I would be lying to him .
"Hello Y/n I believe your Uncle asked you ”
“Yes Uncle Elijah I did curse at Hope ,” I said cutting off ‘my father ’ if I can even call him that . He is more like the sperm donor who didn’t leave the baby mama. Yeah that’s it.
“And what was this reason you attacked your sister,”
“Its not an attack all I said was 'what the fuck’ is exactly like say ’ what the heck’,” I say staring dead at them.
“Are you sure that is all you said ,” said Klaus
“Are you sure you have sensitive hearing cause you sure don’t act like it ,” I cross my arms , making Klaus huff in anger . “Y/n you are not allowed to go read or practice magic . When you go to school . You go and come right back . Nor are you allowed to meet Davina at all or go to Marcellus ,”
I felt like my was heart being stabbed repeatedly . “ wha- are – Fine ,” I say knowing that arguing with the two of them is useless. Everything I loved to do and take it.
Yet if it was Hope they would let her off with a warning . I release a sigh as they walk out the room with not another word . Yes I know what I did was wrong –
My thoughts were interupted when I notice Uncle Kol walk into the room . “Hi Uncle Coco ,” I say as he picks up my crutches from the ground and leans them on my bed side tables. “I heard what happened ,”
“Not like you wouldn’t someone would off told you eventually,” I say , my sounded sad and defeated but its not like my voice should be for from it cause of everything .
“It wasn’t such a nice thing you said to Hope . ” he sits down onto my bed . I look down to my F/c bed sheets . “If you heard what she said you would think what I said would be angelic ,” I say leaning on my head board .
“And what would that be darling ,”
“She said my purpose in life is to grow only to killed only to be killed .” the feeling of wanting to cry engulfed me . My own sister wanted me dead . and doesn’t even think off me as a person.
“My sisters thinks I am made to die . Maybe those people who has kidnapped me should of killed me , or better yet ” I didn’t notice tears were coming out my eyes until Uncle Kol pulled me into his arms. Thou I am with him I feel alone .
* Maybe I should kill me self* I thought as he rubs my back. *But I can let Uncle Kol know my plan * I thought hugging him back. “ Are you OK little bird ” he said putting his chin on my head. I wipe my tears and snuggle into his chest . “Yeah I am fine ” I said knowing I won’t be able to bother anyone any more .
Hi could u write a Draco x reader where the reader is shy and keeps to herself. Draco always watches her and makes sure no one bother her. - Anon
H/H: Hogwarts house
L/N: Last Name
You were a shy but smart H/H. You kept to yourself, and only spoke when spoken to, but only by a professor or someone close to you. People liked to tease you, sure. But it lessened when a certain Slytherin named Draco Malfoy stepped in.
Whenever someone stopped you in a corridor, knocked over the stack of books you were holding, or shouted at you intentionally, Draco seemed to always be there. He would yell at them, and if they said anything back he would whip out his wand and point it at their throats. Once they left, he would pick up your books for you and ask you if you were alright.
You would quickly nod and then continue walking, head down. You didn’t know why Draco was so nice to you, but he had saved you from embarrassment multiple times. Each day you told yourself you were going to thank him, but at the end of each day you said to yourself: Tomorrow.
One day as you were walking outside to the Quidditch Pitch to attend a Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff game, you were stopped by a girl in your house who had a reputation of being a jerk to other girls who weren’t at her so-called “standard.”
“L/N!” she called, two of her friends walking up behind her. You looked up hesitantly. “What’s going on between you and that Malfoy boy? It’s obvious you’ve taken a liking to him. You know, the way you blush the color of a tomato when he’s around. Well, I’ve got news for you. He doesn’t love you. Never has, never wi–”
“What’s going on here, ladies?” a voice said from behind you. You turned around, and there was Draco. He walked up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Oh–uh–we were just telling Y/N here how lovely her outfit is,” the girl replied, fear evident in her voice. She faked a smile.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I heard you telling Y/N that I don’t love her.”
The girl’s eyes widened, and her friends took a few steps back. “Well, I, uh–you see–”
“I’ve heard enough. Now be on your way. And if I ever see you speaking like that to Y/N again there will be consequences.”
All three girls nodded scaredly and rushed away.
“Are you okay?” Draco asked.
You nodded. Draco was used to this being your only response, and he began to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist. “Why are you so nice to me?” you asked.
He looked at you a bit surprised. “Nobody deserves to be treated that way. I’ve been there, and it doesn’t feel good. Plus, I like you. You’re different. A good different.”
You blushed. “Th-thanks… for everything you’ve ever helped me with.”
He smiled. “Anytime.”
“Well–uh–I suppose I should get to the game now…,” you said quietly.
Draco held out a hand to you. “How would you like to be my date?”
You smiled and blushed even more. “I’d love to.”
At the Quidditch game, Draco had you by his side the entire time, and even gave you his scarf to wear because you forgot yours. It was January after all, so everyone was bundled up in warm coats and scarves, and the couples were snuggled close. You talked to Draco more than anyone you’d ever had at Hogwarts. You enjoyed each other’s company, and once the game was over, he invited you to go to Hogsmeade with him over the weekend. You gladly accepted, and went back to your dorm room happy as ever.
Part 2? Idk. Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!
So this arc sure took its sweet time to
get going, but boy is it moving now. And the best thing about this is
that Our!Ciel isn’t the only one who’s having the ground breaking under him—the
two biggest rays of sunshine in the manga are, too.
Lizzy and Soma are in a dark place right
now—emotionally, at least—, and while Yana used them to give us (and Ciel)
breaks when things in the manga got too rough, this time Lizzy and Soma are in
the eye of the storm.
That’s why the tone of this chapter is
so wonderful. People are mourning, shocked, scared–and with good reason,
because it sets the stage for what’s to come. Whatever innocence was left
in these characters is gone, now. And it’ll only get worse from here. Especially
since Real Ciel is tied to the horrors of the past and is now bringing them
full-force into the present, so they won’t only be our!Ciel’s burden to bear.
Yana won’t only put our!Ciel and his
identity, his wants, his needs and his desires to the test; Lizzy and Soma will
be going through the same process, and it’ll be so interesting to see where this all leads
This is where we’ll see just how strong
they - and their bonds with each other - truly are, and it’s going to be awesome.
Hey, after so many requested the second part. Here is it! I have to admit that’s the first text I have ever written, which contained sexual content. So, I am sorry because I am also a virgin. I hope you will like it! ♥
Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader
Warning: Sexual content, huge age gap, and green-eyed monster
When Connor wakes up he dreads the day, and that isn’t fucking helping him in anyway. That refers to the ticking time bomb that society calls a “soulmate timer”, to him it’s just a huge pain in the ass that resides on his left bony wrist. Making matters even worse, it’s his day. Today is the day his timer ends and he gets a soulmate. All in all, he feels terrible for whoever it is and hopes that they get the right fucking idea and ditch Connor and his fucked up life.
He stared at the ceiling when his mother knocked on the door. “I’m already up!” He yelled glaring at the door then back at the ceiling. He knew he was going to fuck it up, just like he always did. God his soulmate was going to hate him. His soulmate was going to be absolutely horrified, his breaths felt like they were being punched out of him, stomach churning in a way that made him want to throw up. Shaking he got out of bed and opened a Ziploc bag hidden in his desk. Lighting the blunt as quickly as he could he smoked out the window. Fuck, it was going to be a rough day.
Taking a quick shower, just to cover up the smell, Connor got dressed in his normal clothes, no need to try and impress his soulmate. He looked in the mirror and touched up his hair to look even more messy than it already was, black skinny jeans, scuffed boots, thin black jacket and a grey shirt. Perfect. Walking downstairs he felt empty and agitated. Pouring milk in his bowl of cereal, Larry, his father was already eating. He glanced his oldest child, clearing his throat. “Morning, Connor.” He glared at his father, rolling his eyes. “Big day isn’t it, bringing home a lovely girl for us tonight.”
“Oh fuck off.” Connor snapped pouring the rest of the milk into his bowl of cereal. His mother, Cynthia knocked on Zoe’s door upstairs telling her to get up. He ate his disgustingly sugary cereal that no one else in the house dared to touch, in fear of Connor’s anger and cavities. “I’m skipping today, I’ll go tomorrow.”
“It’s your senior year, Connor. You are not missing the first day.” His mother sighed pouring herself a cup of coffee, while Zoe joined them at the table.
“I already said I’d go tomorrow."
“He doesn’t listen. Look at him, he’s probably high.” His father quipped from behind the newspaper.
“He’s definitely high.” His sister noted making her own cereal.
“Fuck you!” He hissed laying his head down on the table, it was too early for this shit.
His mom’s voice raised. “I don’t want you going to school high, Connor.” “Perfect, so then I won’t go. Thanks, Mom!” Dropping his spoon into the half filled bowl of cereal he pushed himself out of his seat angrily. The chair slammed into the table, and his family let him stomp up the stairs into his room. Connor looked at his clock. He had an hour. Pulling a white and blue book from his bookshelf he laid on the bed waiting for Zoe to yell at him and hurry up. He read the first sentence on the page seven times and the first paragraph as a whole eight times, he couldn’t focus with fear biting at his brain.
“Connor! Hurry up!”
He groaned passing by the wall mirror on his way down. Internally, he recoiled from his own reflection, hoping his soulmate would do the same at first glance. He swung his bag over his shoulder, pushing past Zoe in the hall.
“Asshole.” She mumbled, clutching her shoulder.
Bolting downstairs and out the door he ignored his parents and climbed into the car. From underneath his jacket sleeve his soulmate clock tingled.
“Are you going to be a fucking monster to your own soulmate, too?” Zoe spat starting the car not long after she’d said goodbye to their parents.
“Maybe you should shut the hell up.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be such a dick!” She shouted pulling out of the driveway and into the street. “You smell like weed by the way.” Her anger had a root, Connor wasn’t the kindest sibling. He would threaten her, pound on her door screaming obscenities, push her, insult her, he was no angel.
Twenty minutes left.
Staring at his hands more time passed until Connor spoke up. “Stop the car, I’ll walk.”
“And let you have a chance to skip school without me knowing for sure? I think not.” Zoe sighed looking at him almost sympathetically. “I know this whole soulmate thing is freaking you out, but don’t skip.”
He rolled his eyes at her and bit his thumbnail, getting a black nail polish chip in his mouth.
Thankfully she parked near the entrance and unlocked the car. Opening the passenger door he stepped, closing it harshly.
“Just fuck off!” His head swung back in her direction, giving her a scowl through a few stray pieces of hair. Stalking his way into the building only a couple kids were there. After entering the same combination from last year he yanked open the locker.
The hall started to bustle, no one talking to him by the wall. And then there was a voice.
“Hey Connor, lovin’ the new hair length, very school shooter chic.” Fucking Jared Kleinman.
Connor glared at him unnervingly silent. Gripping the strap of his bag he clench his other fist, ready to sock him.
“It’s - it’s funny, it’s a joke.”
“Yeah I know it was funny. I’m laughing, can’t you tell?"
Jared took a step back.
"I’m sorry, am I not laughing hard enough for you?” Connor shouted earning a few uncomfortable looks from his peers, part of him wanted to crawl into a hole. The other part just wanted to punch the shit out of this asshole.
“What the hell!” Jared stumbled away. Behind him stood Evan Hansen, the quietest kid at school. With his striped shirts and constantly flushed freckled cheeks he didn’t always blend in, especially now. Maybe he was going to say something Connor couldn’t tell. Evan stuttered.
“What are you looking at? You’re a fucking freak!” Pushing Evan to the floor he flinched. His wrist stung. His head hurt this couldn’t be happening. Thoughts flooded through his head bouncing back and forth creating a chaotic symphony of fear and panic. He felt like he was drowning. Shoving his sleeve down he stared at the clock. He looked behind him to see Zoe help Evan up. Sprinting out the building he left campus tearing himself apart.
He’d just hurt his soulmate.
I might add more to this au since I left it open for more…
One of these was the story of a teenage girl, figure skater (she had a stunt double), who was on her way to win all the medals when, because insert reason here, she gets sent to live in Nashville with her father, whom she never met before.
She misses skating but discovers that, with her equilibrium, she can do horse acrobatics in a new kind of rink. I think it’s called vaulting.
She also falls in love with a tall, dark haired, aloof young man who tends to the horses and plays soft country music on his guitar.
And when she inevitably has to go back to the North, she gets heartbroken again, but fear not, because he follows her and learns to skate so he can go ask her out after a practice (or AFTER SHE JUST FINISHED HER SHOW AT THE REGIONALS, THIS IS A 90′S TEENAGE GIRL MOVIE IT NEEDS MORE CLICHÉS AND BIGGER DECLARATIONS OF LOVE. CAN WE GET THE HORSE ON THE ICE???)
Anyway this movie is SO TACKY and Alicia can’t stand to watch herself. It’s become kind of a meme on tumblr because half the teenage girls wanted to be Alicia, the other half wanted to date her.
The SMH chat is full of memes from this movie, sometimes Holster can spend entire days communicating with only pics of Jack’s mom. Jack is weirded out, because for him, it’s a traditional Christmas movie he used to watch religiously with is dad.
The DVD of that movie is Shitty’s most prized possession.
A/N: I felt like writing some smut and Kinza requested some cuddly!Bucky smut. Since she’s not feeling well (and I love her dearly) I acquiesced. This is super graphic smut, guys. NSFW.
“Bucky, I’m fine!” You squeaked through a raspy voice. “Steve, tell him I’m fine!”
“I would, but… You’re translucent.” Steve winced.
“I am not translucent!”
“Plus you sound like nails on a chalkboard.” Bucky added with a sad smile.
“That’s because I’ve had to yell at you two during the drills all day!” You protested stubbornly.
You didn’t want to admit it, but you definitely weren’t feeling your best. It felt like your brain was two sizes too big for your skull and stuck in a heavy fog, and you could feel a fever growing in your chest. The throat, however, was definitely from yelling at your two supersoldiers who couldn’t be bothered to take training drills seriously. How were you supposed to strike the fear of god into the new recruits when these two are giggling like school girls and treating the drills like a play school recess break?
Summary: You were the typical girl with big dreams who moved to the city as soon as she had the chance, and somehow ended up in the wrong part of town - but you somehow manage to get swept up in an entirely different situation than you’d planned. (1/2/ 3/ 4/ 5) Scenario: mafia!AU/hacker!AU Word Count: 7,641