how to not look mean with these eyebrows: a daily struggle

[New Sides] Draco x Reader

A/N: My first published fic on Tumblr! It is currently 2:49 AM haha,,, I desperately wanted something to start my blog off so it’s not as good as it could’ve been, but still!

Word Cound: 1,742

Warnings: I think there is like one curse word? Hufflepuff Reader. Female pronouns. Has not been proof-read.

Summary: (Name) has a small clothing accident which leads to a flustered Draco and a sweet ending! (Will probably do a part two.)

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There she was.

‘Bloody hell, how could someone be that perfect?’

 

Draco studied her, taking in her features from afar.

He had almost memorized her and the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she would get so lost in her own thoughts in class.

She would walk to the side closest to a wall alongside Neville Longbottom and her Hufflepuff friend Lynne. She would make small conversation and express small emotions. Very rarely would she draw attention to herself, her smiles being short and sweet and her laughs as delicate as a daisy petal.

She had a nervous twitch where she would play with her hair in some shape or form, twiddling it between her index finger and her thumb or curling it around a few times before brushing it out again.

She didn’t like rough flirting. He had figured that out immediately when Cormac approached (Name) and shot out some weird pick up lines, did the thing where he trapped her between two of his arms and backed her against a wall, and basically told her she had to go out on a date with him.

Her answer was obvious when all he received was a hard slap to the face and hard shove backwards.

They were partners in Potions once and Draco found himself staring at her constantly. She was so gentle, yet she knew how to stand up for herself.

He had learned so much about her just by studying her and seeing how she reacted to certain scenarios.

Draco, on the other hand, didn’t even try to approach her. He knew all it would end in was a rejection, and honestly he didn’t want his reputation damaged… No matter how infatuated he was with her.

Draco turned his attention from the Hufflepuff girl scurrying to catch up with her friends.


“… Did you hear me?” Blaise snapped his fingers in front of him, causing him to jump slightly.

“What?”

“I asked what you were staring at.” Blaise stated, eyes narrowed. “A chick?”


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Velvet Box (Mafia AU)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: Hoseok is kind, charming and friendly, but there are some lies behind the blinding smile of this strip club owner. Jungkook is a mysterious, passionate musician- and don’t you know that you need to sacrifice in order to achieve your dreams… sometimes even your morals?

Genre: Ansgt, Smut, Fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jungkook, Reader x Hoseok

Word count: 5k

Trigger Warnings: Smut, swearing, strippers, criminal activity, thigh riding, oral

“You suspect that whenever he thinks like this, it means your question might have an answer he doesn’t think you’ll like.”

Part 2

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Glitch in Time

An Antisepticeye story based on the characters of @justwritingscibbles in this fic. (Including a very brief mention of Taylor.)

Originally posted by lum1natrix

Y/N shrieked as she jumped backwards, dodging the slashing knife at eye height, her cup of tea splashing down her shirt.
“Anti! What the hell!” she grumbled, looking at her saturated top. “That’s not funny!”
“Sure it is!” Anti cackled, flipping the knife in his hand, “you’re not hurt, are you?”
“No, the tea’s cold,” Y/N admitted, “but that doesn’t make it funny. I swear, you’ll be the death of me one day.”
“C'mon Sugar. Lighten up. We’re only playing.”
“No! I’m not playing. Just leave me alone for a bit, it’s been a really bad day.” Anti’s knife vanished. His eyes glinted with green light.
“I know I can make it better,” he offered, eyebrows waggling, “and I bet I can get you to… Play.” He darted forward, slipping past Y/N with a cheeky slap on her behind. She swung at him with the heavy textbook on her other hand.
“Hey!” Y/N yelled as Anti slipped away, darting into a lamp by the kitchen. Y/N chased after him, dropping the empty cup and snatching at the blur leaping between appliances.
“Can’t catch me!” Anti mocked, just out of reach.
“I’m going to strangle you!” Y/N growled.
“That’s my girl,” he chuckled, leaving the kitchen appliances and slipping into a hallway lamp, then into the bedroom. There weren’t as many electronics to hide in here, so he hid in the alarm clock by the bed, the digital screen flashing ‘HE:HE’ instead of numbers.
“Told you I could make you play,” Anti laughed, his voice echoing through the room.
“Oh, go to hell!” Y/N screeched, slamming her textbook down hard upon the clock.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request anything showing a tony/natasha friendship? I love the way you write natasha :) Maybe they have the classic sibling relationship where they constantly rag on each other but as soon as someone else tries they shut them down flat? Or whatever really, I'm not picky. Thanks!!

Bahaha the other Avengers are just along for the ride. You are definitely right! Like brother and sister, Tony and Natasha can treat each other like shit, but if someone else treats them like shit, they better get ready to catch hands. (It appears I write this relationship better when there is actually another ship I am supposed to be writing smh.) Watch out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.


“DID YOU USE THE LAST OF MY COCONUT HAIR MASK?!”

Steve jumped, clutching his chest. Natasha, who had been playing chess with him, froze like a deer in the headlights.

Tony came to a stop in the doorway, looking livid. He had a plastic bottle clutched in one hand. “Did you?!”

“…Nnno,” Natasha answered slowly.

The brunet let out a screech and lunged for her. “THAT WAS EXPENSIVE AND A TREAT!”

Natasha screamed and dove out of her seat. Tony was only a second behind her, flinging the empty bottle at her head. It connected with an empty thunk and bounced off relatively harmlessly.

The way Tony continued to chase her around the room, fists clenched like he was ready to beat the shit out of her, was not quite so harmless.

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better late than never ❣ scott mccall

summary : action has been rather slow in good ol’ beacon hills lately, so the mccall pack takes it upon themselves to stir up some excitement with a lovely albeit somewhat childish game of truth or dare. ( based off this )

word count : 2.2k ( way longer than usual oh my god )

   Lydia Martin was on a mission. A mission, that is, to not only drum up some fun in the town that’s behavior was, strangely enough, completely mundane for once, but to do so by getting two of her best friends together. As a couple, of course. Y/N Y/L/N and Scott McCall were ridiculously perfect for each other in every conceivable way. They were practically together already, but neither of them wanted to be the first to say that they were in love. Scott’s had two relationships end in flames already, and Y/N’s last boyfriend was in freshman year and had ended so awfully she had sworn off men for the rest of her life and vowed to become a nun when the time was right. 

    Of course, then she met Scott, and everything changed. Who wants to be a nun when you can be with Scott McCall? 

   But the fact that Y/N and Scott hadn’t admitted their feelings to each other yet irked Lydia to no end. She heard Scott absolutely gushing about the other girl to Stiles and Liam on a daily basis, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips when she walked past him with a shy smile on her face when she waved. He’d turn to his friends right after she was out of earshot, his face flushed with happiness from a gesture as simple as a smile and wave, and say, “Oh God, isn’t she just… like, wow?” And then he’d shake his head with that same wistful grin, thinking about all the ways he’d show his affection toward her if only he could work up the courage to tell her. 

    Of course, everyone had tried to get him to do so already. “You’ve defeated like, eighty million villains, Scotty, and you can’t tell one harmless girl that you’re in love with her? She’s not even scary. She’s adorable.” To which Scott would reply, “She is, isn’t she?” And move along with his day. 

    The girls had tried to convince Y/N to tell Scott about her feelings once they realized Scott himself wasn’t going to budge. “Aw, guys, I just can’t. He’s so Scott. He’s so cute and he’s sweet and he’s funny and I don’t wanna fuck it up like I know I will so I’ll just love him from afar and be happy with it.” This comment earned a copious amount of groans and complaints that Y/N tuned out by daydreaming about what would happen if she was actually able to work up enough courage to tell Scott that she kind of, sort of, pretty much loved him. That was all they were though, simple daydreams. Until Lydia set her well thought out, expertly crafted, born from the mind of a genius -direct quote from Lydia- plan in motion. 

   It was a simple plan, really. She had issued out a mass text to everyone, including Y/N and Scott, that she was having a mandatory pack sleepover (she had previously called it a slumber party but Stiles and Liam had been adamantly against the usage of the term because they were convinced that they were too manly to use such words) and everyone was invited because as per usual, her mother wouldn’t be around this weekend. Then, she began a separate text thread with everyone excluding Scott and Y/N, explaining the rest of the plan to the pack to ensure that no one would mess it up. 

   The night of the sleepover, Y/N and Scott showed up at the exact same time. She was struggling to pick up her duffle bag that was clearly overpacked and carry it up Lydia’s extensive front staircase. Scott, being both smitten with the girl and a gentleman regardless, jogged quickly over to her. 

   “Hi,” he said, a sweet smile passing over his face as he took the bag from her arms. “Let me get that for ya. How are you, Y/N?” Most of the time, when someone asks such a question, they aren’t looking for a genuine answer. They don’t really care how you are, or what you say in response to their query. When she looked at Scott, however, she could tell that he genuinely wanted to know and cared about how she was doing. 

    “I’m good, Scotty,” She replied cheerfully, returning the smile. “And how is my favorite true alpha doing on this lovely night?” With a slight roll of his eyes, not out of annoyance, Scott said, “I’m the only true alpha that we know of.” 

    She shrugged, poking him in the side. “But you’d be my favorite even if I knew, like, ten true alphas.” Surprised at herself for even saying something she considered as bold as that, she slipped back into her introverted shell and fell silent once again. Sensing that Y/N no longer wanted to talk to him and trying not to appear as disappointed as he felt, Scott quietly walked into the house, Y/N trailing behind, with her bag still slung over his shoulder. He placed it on the ground next to the others’, and she thanked him in a soft, almost inaudible voice. Then, she hurried off to find the girls. 

   Scott ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to think. He went into the kitchen, greeted by Stiles and Liam. “So,” Stiles said the moment Scott made his entrance, “I saw you and our dear Y/N come in together,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Have you finally grown a pair and admitted your stupidly adorable crush to her, or did you back out yet again?” 

   Not bothering to argue, Scott shook his head. “I’m not even sure if she likes me, man. I mean, I think she does, everyone says she does, but the way she acts doesn’t make it seem like she does, you know?” 

   Stiles glanced up to the ceiling with a deep groan, looking to Liam. “They never learn, do they? Scott, even baby wolf over here understands girls better than you do sometimes.” Before Liam could defend himself, Stiles placed a hand over his mouth. “Not now. Adults talking. Anyway, Y/N’s insanely shy, Scotty. You should get this by now. She’s never gonna tell you first because of the anxiety thing she’s got going on. You make her nervous. She likes you, and trust me, you’ll be together before the night is over, all right?” 

   Confused for the second time that night, Scott asked, “What? How do you know that?” Opting not to answer, the other two boys simply patted Scott on the shoulder with supportive grins and made their way to the living room. He followed them into the room, brows furrowed. He tried to sit next to Stiles on the couch, but his best friend practically shoved Scott across the living room to the other couch, where no one was sitting. The entire pack, save for Y/N and Lydia, were situated around one couch. The other two girls were up in Lydia’s room. 

    “Lydiaaaa,” Y/N was whining. “You totally did this on purpose. You’re trying to set Scott and I up and it’s weird, Lydia. You’re gonna freak him out and he’s gonna hate me.” 

    With a scoff, Lydia pushed past Y/N, forcing her to follow. “Puh-lease. Scott could never hate you even if he tried, even if you were his worst enemy in the world. He’s head over heels in love with you. And I’m not trying to set you guys up,” she added as an innocent afterthought. “You guys are soulmates, so everything will work itself out regardless of whether or not I extend a little bit of a helping hand.” 

    Rushing after the strawberry blonde, Y/N asked, “But… doesn’t that mean you are trying to set us up?” She received no reply as she marched into the living room after Lydia, noting with annoyance that of course the only seat available was squished next to Scott on the tiny love seat across from everyone else. Hesitantly, Y/N sat down beside him, aware that her heartbeat was terribly loud and that every were-thing in the room could hear it as well. 

   And boy- did he hear it. Her heartbeat was practically deafening with her being so close to him, and her scent betrayed all other emotion. She was terribly nervous. Scott, not wanting to embarrass her or bring it up in front of everyone else, subtly moved his hand over hers so that their fingers were interlocked, and he squeezed lightly. Alarmed but pleased all the same, she reached over and grasped his hand for a split second. She smiled shyly down at her lap, knowing he was looking at her but too afraid to look back. 

    Clearing her throat, Lydia stood up. “Hm, I’m not really feeling a movie right now, what about you guys?” As if reading from some sort of script, the members of the pack that were situated on the other side of the room shook their heads in unison. 

    “Maybe later,” Stiles suggested. 

    “We could always do something else,” Malia agreed quickly, trying to casually glance at Lydia to make sure what she said had been correct. Lydia gave a not so subtle nod of her head before switching topics. “How about we play truth or dare? It’s classic,” she said, glaring at Y/N before she could protest, which Lydia knew she was bound to do. 

     “Aw, Lyds, we’re not in seventh grade anymore,” Y/N said defiantly. 

     Scott, eager to make Y/N like him even more, agreed quickly. “Yeah, I mean, it’s just a little childish.” 

     “Whatever,” Lydia dismissed. “It’s four against two, and majority rules. And Y/N,” Lydia began, with a devilish grin on her face, “since you were so eager to disagree, you can go first. Truth or dare, best friend of mine?” 

    Y/N bit her lip, mulling it over in her head. See, if she picked truth, she knew Lydia would force her to tell Scott about her not so casual crush on him. But Y/N always picked truth. It was her thing. She preferred the safe choice. This time, truth was the risky choice. She couldn’t figure out what Lydia would do if she picked dare, so before the time was up, Y/N said, with a slight confidence boost from the encouraging nod Scott gave her just then, “I’ll go with dare.” 

    “Oh, perfect.” Lydia turned toward Stiles, whispering something in his ear. Stiles let out a laugh, grinning like a maniac. “Y/N, don’t hate me but… we dare you to kiss Scott.” Feeling like she was in seventh grade again and being dared to kiss her crush at the time, an unwitting and painfully shy Isaac Lahey, Y/N felt her face heat up and her chest constrict. 

    Scott, now blushing himself and feeling more nervous than he had in a long time, turned to her and said quietly, “Hey, you know you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, said a quick little thank you, and leaned over to press a kiss against his soft cheek. 

    The grin that Scott wore on his face the moment her lips made contact with his cheek was enough to melt her heart and seize it all at once. Now, with newfound confidence and loving her personality and shyness and loveliness more than he already had when he arrived at Lydia’s house, Scott placed a hand on her face. His finger tilted her gaze toward him, and he licked his lips nervously.  

   “C’mon, Y/N,” he murmured. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew what was going to happen next as he leaned a little more. “We both know that..” he licked his lips again, his other hand on her face now, “that’s not what she meant.” He pressed his mouth against her own, never letting his hands stray from her beautiful face. If he could stay in this exact position forever, he would choose to do so in a heartbeat, maybe even less than that. They pulled back from each other, but just barely. His lips were still brushing over hers, the tips of their noses touching as they could do nothing but stare at the other with an expression that was mixed with awe and surprise. 

    Neither of them had expected that to happen tonight. With a shaky breath, Scott moved his hands away so he could grasp both of hers. Y/N had the most lovestruck look in her eyes, Scott was practically blown away. Forgetting that they had a very attentive audience gazing at them from across the room, Scott said to Y/N, “Um, well, if it isn’t obvious yet, I’m, um, kind of completely in love with you. And I have been for awhile. I should’ve said something sooner but…” 

    Y/N grabbed him and kissed him first this time, short and sweet. “Better late than never?” She proposed. And he nodded gratefully, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him, engulfing her body in his. He just felt the desperate, needy desire to hold her for all of eternity, or something like that. Stiles and Liam dramatically wiped fake tears from their eyes, loudly joking about how they grow up so fast and soon enough they’ll be off getting married and having babies and the like. Neither Y/N nor Scott minded. They were simply happy to be in each other’s arms after all the months of waiting and dreaming for a moment such as this, and Lydia, ever the supportive best friend, made sure to snap about eighty-seven million pictures of Y/N and Scott when they dozed off on the couch together, her cheek pressed against his chest, curled up in the safe space that was Scott McCall’s comforting, loving arms. 

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How It Is Now - Part One

Request: @rose4958  Can you do a second part to ‘Teen Sam x teen reader’ where they are older and run into each other (Maybe just maybe the reader had gotten pregnant the last time they saw each other, before Sam left for good) and they still love each other, maybe they end up together. I also love your writing and thanks

This is a follow up to How It Was Before (read it first).

Sam x Female Reader

Summary: After twelve years you and Sam have a chance meeting that changes everything. Part 1 of 2(or 3).

Words: 1800+

Beta’d by: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: a little language, smut in future parts. 

Your name: submit What is this?


“Y/N”

Sam Winchester. You know his voice in a heartbeat, even after all these years since last hearing your name on his lips, it brings back a flood of memories long pushed to the deep recesses of your brain.

It’s not that you don’t think of him, but when you do it’s a shadow of a recollection, fuzzy around the edges. You wonder sometimes what’s real and what your brain just fills in to make things whole. For a long time, you turned every moment you spent together into painful memories. They were sharp little triggers that cut right to the quick every time. Even the sweet and good moments morphed into something agonizing.

But the pain faded long ago and perhaps you put on rose colored glasses when you think of him now. The two of you were just kids and that’s how you choose to recall him now, as lovely, gentle Sam who was always in awe of you.

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in honor of skam coming to an end, here is

50 reasons to love SKAM:

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One day at a time (chapter 5) Lin-Manuel x Reader

Part1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

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Sorry this has been a LONG time coming. I’ve had a lot of life stuff happen in the last month and it’s meant I haven’t really felt like writing.  It also means that this chapter is possibly a bit too angst ridden. Sorry about that (not sorry)

Summary: After a random meeting on Tinder you begin a long distance relationship with Lin while he films Mary Poppins in London. It’s all fluff and sweetness and light until your ex lies and convinces Lin that you are back together, threatening your long distance relationship.

Word Count: 5,232

Warnings: Remember when this started out as fluff? Pro tip: don’t try writing fluff after going through a breakup IRL.

A/N: There’s a lot of discourse on rpf at the moment. This is a rpf and is tagged as such so if that’s not for you then don’t read, and I hope we can still be friends.

Tags: @coolschmoolzines @iputmyselfintothenarrative @invisiblerambler @mofoing-democraftic-republican @thedoctorsnerdgirl @21phantasticromances @buckybarneshairpullingkink @nesthemonster @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @rebel-with-cause @picklessfights @hamilton-gaygod @internalbullshit @whynotfollowthebutterflies @phantastic-fandoms @lovebug1313 @countessofkrolock @pegs-schuyler @pamplemousse-m @sleepretreat @lostinmusicals

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Remember the time you used to date Lin-Manuel Miranda? Yeah that was weird.

What a strange sentence to tumble round your brain. The strangest part was that it was in past tense. ‘Dated’. As in you used to date him but not anymore. As in, you fell in love with him far too quickly and your life ruining ex-girlfriend decided to stomp on both your hearts. As in he’s a million miles away across the sea and he’s no longer speaking to you and  maybe you should let it go.

I’ve been standing at the edge of the water…

Oh god.

long as I can remember, never really knowing why…

Not now.

You cringed and closed your eyes as the familiar sounds of the Moana soundtrack blasted out across the tannoy in Target. It was maybe the 6th time you’d heard that song that week while trying to go about your daily life. You abandoned your cart and marched towards the nearest exit. Not today, Satan, not today.

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Im Youngmin Harry Potter AU

  • youngmin is fairly well-known at hogwarts
  • he’s a gryffindor obv
  • but not super loud or outspoken? when it comes down to it, though, he’ll definitely speak his mind
  • he’s a chaser and good friends with kang dongho, ong seongwoo, kang daniel, lee daehwi, and park woojin
  • once dyed his hair (permanently) red for a gryffindor quidditch match
  • is muggleborn, and sometimes struggles with wand motions/familiarity with like how to use his wand
  • wow sexual innuendo go away pls nope
  • you’re one of the better spell-casters in your year and a member of the dueling club so mcgonagall asks you to just quickly help him get familiar with using a wand
  • you’re a slytherin but you’re not really into that whole house rivalry thing and neither is he
  • you guys are both pretty chill with each other
  • your tutoring sessions literally just consist of the two of you dueling and he gets accustomed really quickly
  • he’s actually pretty good at dueling?
  • “you should try out for the dueling club”
  • “nah, i probably wouldn’t be that good, i’m better at history of magic and herbology than wand-based stuff”
  • “not from what i saw”
  • you’re so blunt and straight forward that he can tell you mean it, and it kind of boosts his confidence in terms of his ability to use his magic
  • mcgonagall notices it and pulls you aside one time after your transfiguration class and thanks you
  • he finally decides to join the dueling club!!
  • and you’re like
  • “oh sick”
  • he gets really good at it with the proper training and you know that the only reason why he wasn’t doing well before is just that he wasn’t adjusted to it
  • you find it ironic that people call you rude things for “being prejudiced against muggle-born” just bc you’re a slytherin when you helped someone overcome that challenge?
  • one time youngmin saw you hex a person trying to jinx you in the hall and it happened so fast and you were so used to it
  • “is this like a daily thing?”
  • “pretty much.”
  • youngmin frowns and continues practicing the shield charm
  • a few days later, the head boy, kang daniel, announces a new program to promote inter-house relationships where the houses have like an “exchange program” with each other
  • and you turn to look at youngmin at the gryffindor table and he sends you a smile
  • and instantly you know that this all happened at youngmin’s encouragement
  • one time during dueling club youngmin gets knocked out
  • and you rush him to the infirmary and you’re like super panicked that he’s okay
  • and you’re just sitting there waiting for him to wake up when kang daniel comes in
  • he takes a seat next to you and is just kind of studying your face?
  • “can i help you?”
  • “you like youngmin, don’t you?”
  • you glance at him with a raised eyebrow
  • “why would you care?”
  • “just being a good friend.”
  • “wha-”
  • “he likes you too, (y/n)” daniel sing-songed on his way out of the infirmary, apparently not even going to wait for youngmin to wake up
  • when he does you just kind of stare down at him
  • “what’s up?”
  • “you like me?” you asked bluntly, making him laugh at your straightforward mannerisms
  • “yeah, i like you,” he’d respond, reaching down to hold your hand
  • “okay”
  • long pause
  • “that’s all you’re going to say?”
  • “well yeah, i figured it was obvious that i liked you as well, seeing as i didn’t reject you”
  • youngmin just kind of laughs at you in exasperated amusement
  • dueling club becomes your guys’ thing
  • and you two help daniel coordinate more inter-house programs and activities it’s cute
  • when you tell youngmin that daniel told you he liked you, youngmin snapped his broom in half
  • (daniel was able to fix it bc magic)
  • the type to jinx his sweatshirts to always smell like him so when you wear them, you always think of him
  • would also probably give you weasley’s wizarding wheezes joke sweets in a chocolate box for valentines day
  • “im youngmin why the hell would you do that? i coudn’t stop throwing up in flitwick’s class!”
  • “i did it for the lols”
First Dates

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader

Prompt: none lmao I just wanted to write this

Author’s note: enjoy something extremely self gratuitous which I felt like writing despite having several prompts in my inbox (which I will 100% get around to writing)

Word count: 1,074

Warnings: couple of swears


A sigh left you as you dragged yourself off the couch after realising you had only an hour left to get ready for your date: one of the first ‘first dates’ you had had in a very long time. Using a significantly more refined technique of choosing an outfit as opposed to your daily method of ‘reach into the closet with your eyes closed and pull out the first thing you touch’, you managed to pick out something you were happy with. Pulling out a black silk playsuit with an open back and generous neckline, along with your favourite pair of matching lingerie - you never knew what could happen after dinner - you proceeded into your bathroom.

You turned the tap once. No water. Another turn. Still no water. Of fucking course your shower would break now. What more could be expected from a shitty room in a shitty college dorm? Having already taken off and discarded your clothes you wrapped your towel around your body, tying it securely to save you from any future indecency.

Gathering up your clothes and toiletries you steeled yourself, taking several calming breathes as you approached your door. Opening the door to your hallway you turned your head left and right, checking to see if the coast was clear before stepping out barefoot, and walking the short distance across the hall.

You reached Philip’s door, and hoping beyond hopes that he was in his room, you knocked quickly. Relief flooded over you as you first heard footsteps inside, preempting the opening of the door.

“Philip,” you began, not busying yourself with meaningless greetings. However, the look of confusion that immediately appeared on Philip’s face after he looked you up and down prompted you to give him an explanation. “My shower’s broken.” You stated simply, as if that would completely enlighten him.

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Beauty and the Beast AU (2)

Summary: Y/N has always been in love with fairy-tales. They give her an escape from the dark and blood world she lives in. With the new Beauty and the Beast movie coming out soon she’s excited as could be. Her boyfriend Dean however has a few issues with it.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Garth Fitzgerald, Metatron, Crowley, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Part One Part Three

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 3,102

A/N: This has been well overdue! It’s not beta read because I needed to get this up ASAP!! I hope y’all enjoy, part three is almost done!

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Promise.

Genre: Angst, with a happy-ish ending tho?

Pairing: Reader X Lee Taeyong

Word Count: Roughly 2.6K

Summary: Lee Taeyong was not someone to be trifled with. He was like a disease, you needed to stay away; at least, that’s what you were told. Except, the Lee Taeyong you heard of and the one you saw were two entirely different people.

Warnings: Bullying, Suicide Attempt (toward the end); overall dark themes, despite light language being used, so if any of this triggers you, please DO NOT READ THIS.

Originally posted by kunq

You had heard the rumors about him, even before you met him. Lee Taeyong: infamous, but not for particularly pleasant reasons. Apparently, according to your friend, someone not to be associated with; an ex-bully, cheater, scammer. The list went on and on, but you weren’t particularly inclined to listen.

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“What in the fresh hell are you wearing?”

The words are sharp enough to have even Kara flinching, bulletproof though she may be. Not that she’d expected differently, though she’d hoped to make it at least into her office before Cat saw her. But of course that would have required luck she didn’t have at this point.

“Miss Grant, I can explain,” she tried, even knowing that it was likely a futile attempt. “It’s only temporary, I’m on my way to change now.”

“You’d damn well better be,” Cat says, hands on her hips as Kara turns slowly to face her.

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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 3

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,117

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: 20+ PEOPLE MESSAGED ME ASKING FOR MORE AND HERE YOU GO!! :D I really love getting messages from you guys, it’s touching to see you all enjoy it.

So! From now one this isn’t strictly smut!! I plan to incorporate some in here or there (or at least have some frisky moments), so don’t expect smut every chapter~

Alright, let’s see how this goes~


Oooh? Who’s that little beauty I see?” the copper haired male gasps happily, scooting forward in his seat when he spots one tiny, angry looking Min Yoongi tugging you down the street. He can see the peeved creases on Yoongi’s forehead, and also the confused and scared look on your face, and he becomes intrigued.

He watches the front of Namjoon’s building every day and yet nothing like this has ever happened. Yoongiis a normal occurrence, coming and leaving the hotel at least once a day, but you, on the other hand, are an unforeseen piece in this puzzle.

He’s excited.

“Who are you~,” he singsongs quietly, sipping on his cup of coffee as he fetches his phone from his pocket. With practiced ease he zooms in the camera, snapping a pic or two of you before Yoongi hauls you into the lobby.

Once the two of you are gone, he looks the photos over, humming appreciatively at your features. You’re pretty—but why is Namjoon’s right-hand toting you around like a toddler that fucked up?

Once again, he’s intrigued.

Humming, the male twirls around in his seat, his playful attitude not seeming to match his neatly styled hair and unbuttoned suit attire. However, even so, people know that he does his job right.

He’s known by few—but he’s feared by many. The feeling is nice. It helps him sleep at night.

“And now you’re gone,” he mumbles when, a few minutes later, Yoongi slinks out of the building, hands shoved into his pockets angrily.

He’s alone.

“But where is she…?”

Eyes narrowing with suspicion, the man smirks in interest at the scene laying out before him. It’s not uncommon for Namjoon to drag random girls back to his home, but none of those girls are you—dressed appropriately with so much emotion written onto your features. You contain a spark of life, whereas his cheap prostitutes don’t. You look like a girl who hasn’t seen the darkest corners of world, whereas the other girls know struggle, and the corruptness of human kind.

You are a clean slate, just waiting to be tainted—and if you’re involved with Namjoon, then it won’t take long.

Sighing, amused smile stretching at his lips, the man continues to stare out of the large window on the second floor of the café across from Namjoon’s building. A quick glance at his watch tells him that he’ll be late for his 4 o’clock meeting, but he doesn’t care. He’s currently watching the best show he’s seen in a long while, and wants to see how this episode will end.

However, 20 minutes in his phone rings, and he knows his fun is going to end.

“Hello?”

“Taehyung!” his receptionist scolds. “Jaehyuk is here for the meeting! Where are you?”

“People watching,” Taehyung hums uncaringly, eyes shifting back to the front doors of Namjoon’s building. He doesn’t want to miss you if you come out—because a part of him wonders if you’ll even make it out alive.

“Can’t you reschedule?”

No! You already put him off twice!”

Taehyung sighs irritably. “Fine. I’ll be there in 15.”

Before his receptionist can respond Taehyung drops her call, quickly scrolling through his contacts and clicking on another number.

What?” the male on the other end questions when the line connects, voice gruff with sleep, and Taehyung raises his eyebrow in amusement.

“Rough night, Jiminie?”

Shut up,” the older hisses, sheets shifting. “What do you want?”

“There’s been…a development.”

“…do share.”

“Well,” Taehyung grins, pushing to his feet and smoothing out his suit. “A girl caught my eye—because she seems to have caught Namjoon’s eye as well.”

There’s a pause, and then a quiet laugh.

I like her already.”

Taehyung’s eyes twinkle.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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Funny How It Goes

Written by: @thestuckinbed

Prompt 26: A drabble where Peeta is from the Seam and Katniss is a Merchant but he’s still the one with the crush??? Sorry if it’s too specific ahah i just never read something quite like that ” (sent to me many moons ago via anon). [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Rated: T (for mention of underage sex and prostitution)

Author’s Note: I got a late start and this got out of hand, so it’s going to be the first part of a new wip(!). This is unbeta’d and there are verb tenses that I’m not sure how they got there. I don’t own the Hunger Games. Thanks for reading :)

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Beginnings  {REMUS LUPIN}

hi my loves! this is a little something  wrote but wasn’t too fond of. however, i thought i could do this as a small story with different parts and stuff to really show how their relationship progresses and what not. i know thiese notes bore you but a quick warning!

- there is a large age gap between Remus and the reader, as he is a teacher and she is a sixth year student. if this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read this. 

CHAPTER ONE

Stars danced in the night sky as the Hogwarts students stepped onto the platform of their home for the next year. Regardless of the late time, the castle vividly welcomed them; the weather warm and the moon shone bright, showing the most beautiful features of the historic building. Gasps of surprise left the mouths of the first years, they gaped across the lake at the school awaiting their arrival. Hagrid called the younger students over for their traditional boat ride across the lake, and so the older years gathered around the thestral carts, making their way across the trail into the castle.

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Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC) Part 5

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

Word Count : 2.9k

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The moment Kevin dropped his sandwich and stayed still with his jaw hanging open, all the others knew there was something going on.

“Kev?” Betty inquired with her usual gentle voice, putting down her coke can.

“I knew I’d seen her before!” He exclaimed, looking at each of his friends like he has had this epiphany and waiting for a reaction. They were twenty minutes into their lunch and it came completely out of nowhere so he didn’t get anything but confused frowns. “The new girl!”

“Iris, her name’s Iris,” Veronica said and everyone nodded.

“Did you meet her in town this summer?” Betty asked, drawing Kevin’s attention back to her.

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Zero For Starters

So I’ve written this silly and frivolous little fic based off of one of those Daily Au prompts.  Anyway this is my disclaimer and warning not to expect anything more than some fluff and silliness.

Thanks to everyone for previous positive response to sacrificial-friend-part-2.😘

Zero For Starters

Rae always regretted the day she got hammered on Cinzano when her mum hosted a  barbecue.  She was only 15 and it was the first time she’d ever drank a significant amount of alcohol.  The house and garden were full of family, friends and neighbours so her mum didn’t notice her helping herself until it was too late.  Rae already had her arms wrapped around the boy from down the street and was rocking back and forth in time to a song by bloody UB40 when her mum noticed how drunk she was.  She was never going to live that down; her bestie, Chloe always reminded her that she was caught grooving to her mums embarrassing tunes.

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Mister Average

Jeon Jungkook.

That name either meant nothing to you or it meant a lot.
You’d either cock an eyebrow at the person who said that name or you would light up because you recognized the name.

You see, Jeon Jungkook was your average high schooler. He didn’t get straight A’s but he didn’t straight F’s, he got enough to keep him in the middle ground.
He had the average amount of friends any average teenager would have and he occasionally went to parties, again, enough to keep him from being mister popular and the next high school dropout.

His family was as average is could get, the occasional fights and the right amount of love.
Everyone shared their roles around the house keeping themselves away from being the family of dolls or the family of mishap. All and all Jeon Jungkook was the most average high schooler you could write about. He didn’t necessarily hate being Mister Average, but sometimes he wished that his life had more thrill be it bad or good. Something to just break his daily routine. If he could he would’ve taken matters into his own hands, but Jungkook was terrified of getting a certain reputation that wasn’t average so he only dreamt about it.
Sometimes he would dream about being the most popular kid on the playground or being an idol singing alongside his friend. Other times he’d dream about being notorious for being the bad boy of the school or be in a mafia gang with his friends. But they were just dreams, and sometimes dreams should stay dreams.

“The so-called “criminal of the night” still terrorizes multiple parts of Busan.
The police still haven’t been able to catch the criminal and it has been reported copycats of this criminal have been spreading throughout, even going outside Busan.

The police highly suggest people lock their windows and doors at night, have their mobiles ready and keep an eye out for anything suspicious.”

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