i fancy you quite a bit

We Don’t Talk Anymore

Originally posted by the9397

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (feat. Jimin or the other way around??)

Word Count: 2.469

A/N: this was requested before I went on hiatus when jungkook released the cover but I just now had the time to write it. I hope you enjoy it!

also I didn’t proof read yet, I’m too lazy rn please bare with me


Strolling down the street, head down, you made your way to your university. One arm clutched around the cup of coffee and the other one gripping your bag tightly, knuckles turning white. The tension in your body was eating you out alive, making it impossible to function properly. 

A piercing sound made its way to your ears, causing you to flinch and letting your cup fall to the ground. The coffee splattered all across the sidewalk, passersby throwing you judging looks while your hand roamed through your pockets, searching for the device that was equivalent to the noise that startled you.

Finally being able to grasp it in between your shaking fingers, you held it to you ear, taking a deep breath. 

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, how’s your morning?”, his voice echoed through the device, sounding too eager for your still sleepy state.

“Mhh fine”, you mumbled while trying to dodge other passersby on the sidewalk that walked in the opposite direction. “You just startled me and I accidentally spilled all my coffee on the floor.” 

A pout formed on your lips as you realized you’d had to survive the whole day without your daily cup of sweet bitterness to give you a boost of energy. Your day was practically ruined.   

His angelic laugh made a smile appear on your face and you felt your heart flutter at that sound. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you (Y/N)”, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I’ll come by after your first period and bring you a new one, does that sound good?”

You sighed in defeat. “Jimin, it’s not that big of a deal, don’t worry. It’s just coffee”, you laughed. “I can survive without it.”

His grin was practically audible through the phone. “No, you wouldn’t (Y/N) and we both know that. Your unbearable without your morning coffee. I’ll be there.” 

Walking through the gates of your university, you nodded to some acquaintances and smiled. “How do I even deserve you Park Jimin? Thank you, really.”

He laughed. “Anything for my princess. Now go get to your class, we’ll see each other in a bit!”

You giggled and hung up before letting your phone slide back into your bag and taking a seat in the back row. Still in a lovely daze, you started to unpack and placed your paper and pen in front of you, ready to take notes for once during this lecture. It was one of the hardest to concentrate at and even though you told yourself each time before class to focus, that it’s important for your future, it always ended in a disaster. Not once had you been able to listen to what the professor said, let alone take notes. Your nerves were wrecked every time after class and the only thing that could calm you down was Jimin.

All of a sudden your hackles raised and you knew he was in the same room. He had entered and was looking directly at you, making your whole body react to his gaze even though you hadn’t looked at him yet. You didn’t have to turn to his direction to know that he was there. Your body knew. 

Nervously, you started chewing on your bottom lip and kneading your hands together, trying to hold your gaze to the front. If you looked, this lecture wouldn’t be different from all the others. You had to concentrate. You had to stay strong, You had to stay focused. 

A light breeze made goosebumps appear on your arms and your heart started aching when the smell of his cologne hit your nose. Slowly you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply and remembering…


“I could stay like this forever, you know. You, me and this bed”, his deep early morning voice lulled you in. You softly hummed in response, snuggling closer to his chest and inhaling his unique scent. Butterflies danced in the pit of your stomach and electricity shot through your body wherever his fingers decided to caress your naked skin. 

“Of course we’d need to hire someone then to cook for us, otherwise we’d starve to death”, he added, making you giggle. Your eyes shot up and his hands started playing with your hair while looking at you lovingly.

You loved moments like these. He treated you like the most precious thing anyone could ever hold. He made you feel like the Queen on Earth that nobody could ever compare to. You felt safe and loved. All of his being was devoted to you in those few seconds and you couldn’t think of any better feeling than that. His arms were your home. His eyes were your savior. His lips your treasure. He was everything to you and you were everything to him. 

Just the two of you.

“We could just hire Jin. I bet he’d gladly cook for his youngest child, making sure he doesn’t starve to death”, he laughed at your comment, placing soft kisses all over your face.

“I could never starve to death with you in my arms”, he muttered and you playfully hit his chest, making him gasp in fake shock.

“Geez, you’re so cheesy sometimes”, you said while hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Only for you (Y/N)”, he laughed, pulling you closer, enwrapping you in his scent. 

Heaven was nothing compared to his arms.


A high pitched giggle made you come back from your memories and you turned your head to the source of noise, eyebrows furrowed and heart aching. One of your classmates was sitting on his lap, throwing her head back and laughing dramatically while he grinned silently, hands placed on her waist and softly tickling her.

“Stop it Jungkook, you know how ticklish I am!”, she squealed, playfully hitting his arms and smiling widely at him. 

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it”, he answered before continuing his mission.

The professor turned his microphone on, making the girl slide back onto her chair and Jungkook turn his gaze away from her, smile fading instantly. His eye bags looked horrible, eyes sad, almost emotionless. His face was pale and lips chapped. All life seemed to be sucked out of him, just like you were feeling. 

His gaze went up and your eyes met, locking for a small eternity. You saw the blood rush through his veins back to his face again, giving his cheeks a pink tint, eyes sprinkling with all kinds of emotions and lips turning to a nostalgic smile. Your heart fluttered just like it used to with a mix of a painful feeling that seemed as if someone was slamming a knife into it over and over again. Your eyes started to water but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him. He seemed to suck you in, not letting you go no matter how hard you tried to focus on your professor instead of Jungkook.

Until the girl nudged him in the side and he flinched, breaking eye contact and making you release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Quickly, you turned to the front, grabbing pen and paper and eagerly starting to write down whatever the professor was telling. Your mind was still in another dimension but your just automatically wrote everything down that you got a glimpse of. You could feel Jungkook’s stare from the other side of the room, yet you didn’t act on it. It burned holes into your ski but you stayed focused - or at least you tried to.

Throughout the whole lecture you could feel his gaze on you, so when class was finally over, you quickly grabbed your things together and ran out of the lecture hall. Almost running into your boyfriend who was waiting in front of the door, Jimin grabbed your wrist before you could splash the second coffee all over both of you.

“Wow there, slow down”, he laughed and placed a small kiss on your lips, handing you the coffee. 

You grabbed it thankfully, shooting him an apologetic smile and embracing him in a tight hug. That was all you needed in that moment. No coffee, no nothing. Just Jimin holding you tight.

He sensed that and pulled you close, still standing in the middle of the hallway, softly caressing your back, placing a kiss on top of your head. You stayed like that for a while before you looked up at him and gently smiled.

“Thank you”, you spoke, making him look a little lost.

“For what?”, Jimin asked and raised an eyebrow.

You chuckled. “Everything.”

That’s when a huge smile spread across his face, pulling you close into his arms again and softly rocking you from side to side, holding you like you were his world.

And you were. 


“Jimin!”, you called for him from your bedroom, looking at yourself in the mirror while adjusting the tight dress, already looking for a pair of shoes to wear.

His figure appeared in the door frame a second later and he looked at you questioningly. “What’s up?”

You stopped in your tracks and pulled another dress out of your wardrobe.

“Which one should I wear tonight? This black one from when we ate dinner with your parents in that really fancy Italian restaurant or the red one that I’m wearing right now?”, you turned to face him and saw his face. 

“When did you get this dress (Y/N)?”, his eyes were big and mouth slightly open, hands scratching his neck - a habit he had when he was nervous. 

“Mhh I don’t quite remember”, you said while he bit down on his lips, gaze wandering up and down your body. But boy, did you remember….


“(Y/N) have you seen m-”, Jungkook stopped in his tracks as he stepped into your bedroom, seeing you standing there in the gift he got you.

“I see you already tried your Valentine’s gift on”, he smirked before placing his bag down onto the floor and making his way over to where you were standing. His hands gently caressed the material of the dress, following your curves, exploring it as if it was all new to him. 

You hummed in response and turned back to the mirror in front of you, Jungkook holding you from behind. A smirk was placed on your lips as he started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, biting down every once in a while.

“You know, I was wondering if this dress was maybe more of a gift for yourself than for me”, you jokingly teased, making him smirk onto your skin before sliding his hands down your body to the hem of the dress.

“I’m not gonna lie, it is a pretty convenient gift don’t you think? You get something new to wear as you always complain that you don’t have enough nice things to wear and I get to look at you in it”, cocked his eyebrows at you. “And occasionally taking if off of you again”, he winked into the mirror, making you laugh and turn to face him again.

“I thought you had practice tonight”, you smirked, letting your index finger slide down his toned chest covered by one of his typical white shirts. Purposely you pressed your body against his, letting him feel every single curve of yours.

“They won’t mind if I’m late. After all it’s still Valentine’s Day and we didn’t get to the best part of today yet, did we?”, he leaned in before you could answer but you knew you didn’t need to answer. He knew your response anyway.


Hand in hand you stepped into the restaurant, your heels clacking on the floor while the waiter led the way to the already full table. Heads turned to the two of you but you tried your best to ignore it. Jimin squeezed your hand, sensing how uncomfortable you were feeling. You looked at him and he smiled at you reassuringly, making a smile appear on your lips as well.

As you arrived on the table, everybody greeted you happily before you sat down on the bench side, next to Hoseok who was already smiling at you brightly, making you feel more at ease than you would have thought. He was he definition of an angel and could make anybody happy, no matter in what kind of mood they were in. 

Jimin was sat to your left, so when you accidentally kicked someone’s feet underneath the table while adjusting your seating position, your gaze automatically shot up to dramatically apologize until you met his eyes.

He looked at you as if he was trying to take a mental photograph, regret washing over his face and small tears well up before he could blink them away.

“You look really beautiful tonight (Y/N)”, he complimented you, while holding eye contact, searching for something specific in your eyes. 

“You really do (Y/N! I really love your dress, where did you get it from?”, the girl from your lecture, his girlfriend, asked you. An honest smile was plastered on her face and she seemed sincerely interested.

You smiled back at her. “Thank you! Sadly, I don’t remember where I got this from… I think it might have been a gift or something”, you smiled apologetically and she shrugged before turning her attention back to Taehyung who was sitting on her other side.

As your gaze wandered away from her you noticed Jungkook’s expression. His jaw was clenched, hands hidden under the table but you were sure they were tensed as well. His eyes full of hurt, he glared at you before sinking his look and you noticed a small tear rolling down his cheek that he was quick to wipe away before anybody else noticed. 

At his sight, your heart started to ache like it was about to burn down in flames and every inch of your body longed for his touch. You wanted to comfort him and tell him that of course you did remember. That you could never forget, not him and not anything he had done for you.      

You flinched when Jimin placed his soft hand on your thigh, making you turn your attention to him. 

“Are you okay?”, he asked concerned, motioning to your tensed posture. 

“Yes Chimchim, I’m fine”, you faked a giggle, making him sigh in relief and place a soft kiss on your lips before turning his attention back to Jin who had started to tell his famous jokes. 

You shot Jungkook one last look before turning to Hoseok and starting a conversation with him. You had to distract yourself otherwise you’d go crazy in a matter of minutes.

You hoped that Jungkook would do the same. Distract himself. Do something else than stare at you throughout the whole night.

Jimin couldn’t find out. Nobody could find out.

“Admit it, Bruce” - Batman x Reader (NSFW)

Thank you VERY MUCH @craftersdust :). I’m a bit self-conscious about my writing, because I’m French, and I know sometimes I don’t phrase things right, so thanks. 

And here’s for your request, of course, very NSFW :

(My master list, by the way : Right here )

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-Oh hello, I’m Bruce Wayne, I never have fun because I’m the dark knight, and someone dark cannot smile, like ever, and…

-Are you done ?

-Honey, I’m just warming up.

For the past ten minutes, you had annoyed your husband by (very badly) imitating his voice and just stating all of his flaws (mind you, you thought he didn’t actually have many). You accentuated your annoying behavior by tapping regularly with your fingers on the counter of his bat computer, while he was trying to concentrate.  It wasn’t just because you wanted to annoy him that you did it though, he totally deserved everything. He was refusing to accept that he was wrong, and you were right, and it bothered you because that happened way too many times. He hated being wrong. You knew it, this time his stubbornness just annoyed the Hell out of you. 

-But I can stop if you…admit you were super jealous. 

-I wasn’t jealous Y/N. At all. Why would I be jealous of a guys like that ? 

-Mmmm…Because I used to be in love with him and that he’s very attractive and successful ? Funny and smart ?  

He refused to look at you, but you saw quite distinctly his jaw clenching. You smiled, oh this was gonna be fun. 

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The steady hands and slow heart part found its way to Digestivo.

Is this Hannibal or Alien?? OK, I’m guessing there are some people who were glad the firefly transformation parts were cut, because they sound kind of gross :’D

“Or rather, it used to”. What does he mean by that…?

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a few makeup tips!

maybe you’re trans, maybe you’re just new to makeup for other reasons, maybe you just wanna know some good makeup sources. well, no matter what the reason, i’m here to help with a few entry-level makeup tips!

  • drug store makeup is not inherently bad. yes, a lot of the cheap stuff is comparatively low-quality, but some of it is quite good! i especially recommend wet n wild for matte lipstick–they have some really excellent matte lippies for like, three bucks a tube, tops. the only bummer is that the casing is kinda shoddy, though, so losing lids is a very real risk. still, they’re worth checking out. they also make some pretty nice eyeshadow palettes! 
  • gel eyeliner is my personal favorite liner style–it’s way easier to apply than liquid liner, and way more precise than stick liner. it can run comparatively pricey (in comparison to liquid and stick, that is), but it’s one of those cases where i’d say the extra few bucks is worth it, especially since a little bit of it goes a long way. (if you lose your brush, i’ve found that thin cheapo paintbrushes–unused otherwise, of course–work pretty well!)
  • while ulta sells a lot of high-end fancy expensive makeup, they also have a lot of more affordable stuff, much of it quite good! i have a few eyeshadow palettes by makeup revolution that i got there–lots of very nice eyeshadow (plus a mirror!), and those palettes generally run under 20 bucks. so if you want a wide variety of eyeshadows, that’s a good one to look at. they also sell stuff by nyx, which is fairly affordable and pretty high-quality as a rule!
  • sales are your friend. it’s not unheard of to be able to find high-end makeup for a lot cheaper during sales–i got an urban decay lipstick for 10 bucks (they’re normally 20) during a macy’s sale!
  • the absolute best time to get large quantities of affordable makeup is around christmas–generally any time between november and january. it’s very easy to find gift sets, both at drug stores and dedicated makeup stores, that will save you a lot of money and often last you a long time!
  • makeup tutorials are pretty easy to find, both on youtube (if you’re able to follow video tutorials–i’m not, personally, but i know a lot of people can) and tumblr, as well as other websites! 
  • take care not to use certain makeups past the expiration date (generally the packaging will tell you how long you can keep the makeup before needing to toss it). this is especially vital with mascara–i’ve heard horror stories there.

if anyone else has stuff they wanna add, please feel free!

Clubbing aus for your clubbing au needs

- I’ve been touching your butt for the past half hour but I swear the first five minutes were accidental

- you’ve been grinding on all my friends but not on me it’s been four hours I’m drunk my ego is hurt I want an explanation

- you’re obviously interested in me but I am a socially awkward person who doesn’t even dance please stop touching my butt

- I didn’t know it would be a fancy dress night

- I didnt know it wouldn’t be a fancy dress night

- I am interested in you but you are surrounded by hyper protective and slightly scary Drag Queens with very high heels

- we’ve been taking turns at the pole and end up dancing together and it’s quite a bit indecent

- this fun-ruiner has been obviously bothering you all night and you don’t have anyone to give you a way out so I’ll make out with you in the name of Justice

- oh man I love this song so much lemme sing it dramatically at the top of my lungs while standing in the middle of the dance floor

- you keep taking me back to the dance floor but I really need to pee
— I end up dragging you with me to the toilets to explain the situation and you start passionately making out with me
—- I am really enthusiastic about this development but am also about to pee on myself
—— Is2g if you’re not there when I get out of the loo I’m gonna be pissed off
——- I am pissed off

- all my friends are leaving and we all came in the same car but I don’t wanna let go of you

- you???! here??!?!??!? what how

- I thought you came in with a significant other but apparently it’s a platonic significant other

- I came in to get my friend/sibling to come home but I saw you (long time crush/very positive first impression)

- you keep knocking down stuff and people let me be your support

- you’re drunk or high or both and keep saying things

- your fake id looks so fake I can’t believe you paid someone for that

- I’ve known you for years and have never ever seen you moving like that I feel betrayed

- we came here on my suggestion but apparently you’re on a first name basis with every staff member

- I was supposed to chaperone you but I apparently am your kryptonite; I would like to be sorry but I really am not

- getting out to make out properly and ending up engrossed in a very deep conversation until 7am; the club is closing and all our friends are various shades of worried and pissed off

“Dangerous Game” - Requested Oneshot

“Dangerous Game” - Request

The song “Dangerous Game” -

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Edward Nygma x Reader

Word Count: 2222

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: A bit of violence towards reader, Murder, Cursing, sort of panic attack type thing,

Summary: After an attacker tries to get the reader in an alley, she is introduced to the dangerous game that her boyfriend is a part of.

Your thoughts are in italics, Normal Edward’s thoughts are in [ Brackets ] ,Dark Edward’s thoughts are in { Fancy Brackets }


Author’s Note: I hadn’t listened to the Jekyll and Hyde musical yet, but now I’m in love with it! Thank you so much for this request. I realized that I did it differently from how some song inspired fics go because I haven’t quite figured out how to do them like the others. Also, I got this inspiration at like 1Am, so it may be a bit wonky. But I tried my best! 

All of the lyrics I pulled from the song are in bold! 

Hope you enjoy! Please let me know how you like it!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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You considered yourself a pretty lucky lady. You had a wonderful man to call our own, you had a sustainable job at the local bank, and you lived in Gotham but haven’t had any bad experiences like break ins, attacks, or even as much as a cat calling. Sure you’ve seen it being done to others, it is Gotham after all, but you had never been the victim. That is, until tonight.

You were on your way to go meet your boyfriend for dinner. He had called earlier to try to insist on picking you up from work, but you thought it was ridiculous for him to go out of his way when you two could just meet at the restaurant. You gathered your things and locked your office for the night.

You were about halfway from the restaurant when you felt a painfully strong grip on your shoulder pulling you against the wall of the alley, causing you to hit the back of your head pretty hard. Not enough to do substantial damage, but it definitely was gonna hurt for a while.

It was dark but there was enough light from the lamp post that you could make out a face. It was no one you knew. They were grimey looking and bitter about something. You realized what situation you were in.

He leaned closer until he was inches from your face.

“You Nygma’s bitch?” His breath smelled like cheap beer and cigarettes. You knew better than to answer any questions or do anything he asks. When he doesn’t get a response, he slaps you across the face, pulls you back up, and pushes you hard against the wall, his hand around your throat.

“That’s no way for a lady to behave. Now tell me where the fuck that bastard is!” You tried your hardest not to burst into tears. Instead staying quiet again while tears welled in your eyes and your lip quivered. The man laughed before raising his hand up and getting ready to strike you again. But then a voice stopped him. A familiar voice.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

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Jealousy - Lai Guanlin Requested Scenario

@unicornshua

Genre: angst yet fluff (i think)

Message?: this is my first Lai Guanlin scenario and im wondering why

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“Come on Y/N!” Guanlin said, hanging in the door frame of my bedroom, trying to leave.

“Okay! Okay!” I said, standing up and tightening my ponytail, walking to Guanlin.

Today was the day that the rest of Produce 101 were allowed to meet your relatives. Unfortunately, Guanlin’s parents are still in Taiwan so he asked me to go and I don’t know if I’m more excited or nervous.

“So basically, there’s gonna be pretty much a massive party and it’s probably gonna go on until tonight but some people have like small brothers and sisters so it can’t go on that late,” Guanlin explained.

“I have two questions,” I said, grabbing my phone as we walked out the door.

Guanlin motioned to go ahead so I asked, “number 1, is there food?”

He chuckled, “yes, there is food.”

“Good, and two, are you sure there is going to be no cameras?”

“99% sure,” Guanlin said, taking my hand in his. “You can never tell with Mnet though.”

“If there is will you tell me?” I asked.

He laughed, kissing my hand, “of course.”

I nodded and we continued until we reached the venue of the party, I’m still not sure where it is though I know it’s in a garden somewhere. Maybe a park.

“Seonho texted me,” Guanlin said. “He’s here with his parents and little brother.”

I nodded, heart racing now.

“Hey calm down, it’s just Seonho, you know Seonho,” Guanlin chuckled.

I breathed, “yeah, that’s right. I know Seonho.”

He nodded and continued walking over but we were stopped by who I knew as Dongho.

I looked up his face, slightly intimidated by his tall, muscly frame until he laughed and Guanlin and I suddenly felt relaxed, knowing he was just a big softie.

“So who’s this?” Dongho asked, motioning to me.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” I said. “Guanlin’s girlfriend.”

I bowed and stuck my hand out to shake his but he pulled me into a hug, kissing my cheek. Slightly stunned, I pulled back and smiled.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” Dongho smiled, “why don’t you come and meet the rest of Nu'est?”

Just as Guanlin shook his head, I nodded mine.

“Of course!” I said. “I’m a big fan.”

Dongho chuckled, “cute.”

He slung his arm round my shoulders and brought me over to the other members and who I guessed were their families.

“You coming Guanlin?” Dongho teased, releasing my shoulders.

“Who’s this Dongho?” Jonghyun asked.

“This is Y/N, she’s Guanlin’s girlfriend,” Dongho said, introducing me.

I bowed to the other members and their families as they bowed back to me.

When I stood back up Guanlin was stood next to me, his hand on my lower back.

“Yeah, my family are still in Taiwan so I brought her to be with me,” he said, tightening his grip by squeezing my waist.

I smiled, despite Guanlin’s strange attitude.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Y/N,” Ren said. “And by the way your make-up looks really nice.”

I smiled, “really?”

He nodded, smiling.

I bowed, thanking him and once again when I stood up Guanlin tightened his grip on my waist.

“Oh hey look, Seonho’s calling us over, shall we go?” Guanlin said. “Good to see you guys, speak later.”

Everyone bowed as me and Guanlin walked away.

“Your hurting me,” I muttered to Guanlin, moving his hand while still smiling and Daniel and Seongwoo.

“Wow I still can’t believe Guanlin brought you,” Seonho said in disbelief.

“Why?” I laughed as Guanlin’s grip on my waist finally loosened.

“Because there is 98 boys here,” Seonho laughed. “At least 2 of them are bound to fancy you and that’s not including Guanlin.”

I laughed, “hardly.”

“Well Dongho was being quite touchy,” Guanlin muttered.

“Guanlin!” I exclaimed. “He was being friendly.”

“A bit too friendly for Guanlin’s liking by the look of it,” Seonho giggled.

“Seonho!” Kenta exclaimed, coming over. “Hello! Where are your family?”

Seonho shrugged while keeping his smile, “I have no idea.”

I laughed at him as Kenta turned to face me.

Kenta bowed, “hello! You must be with Guanlin! I’m Kenta and you are really pretty!”

“Thank you Kenta!” I bowed, smiling at him. “Yeah, I’m Guanlin’s girlfriend. Is your family in Japan?”

Kenta nodded sadly, “yeah, but it’s okay because everyone else’s families are really nice.”

“Well Guanlin’s the same as you,” I said. “Aren’t you Guanlin?”

Guanlin nodded even though he was only half in the conversation.

“At least he has a pretty girlfriend to flaunt though,” Kenta smiled.

I smiled back, “thank you!”

Guanlin was paying 100% attention to the conversation now but Kenta had already left.

“Told you!” Seonho smiled.

“Hey Y/N,” Dongho said.

“Oh hey Dongho,” I smiled.

“Guanlin, help me find my parents,” Seonho said. “And that’s a command not a question.”

“But—” Guanlin started.

I laughed as Seonho dragged Guanlin away and I was left with Dongho.

“Want a drink?” Dongho asked.

“Actually yes,” I said.

“Come on then,” he smiled.

He gently put his hand on my arm and led the way to the drinks table but before Dongho could get me anything, Guanlin had dragged me away and was apologising to Dongho saying we had to go. Before I knew properly what was happening, me and Guanlin were leaving, Guanlin’s harsh grip on my arm as he half dragged me down the street.

“What is your problem?!” I called. “Guanlin! Are you even listening?!”

We reached my house and we walked in. I went through to the living room as Guanlin was going to leave.

“Um no,” I laughed dryly.

“Why not?!” He bursted. “Can I not just be alone now?!”

“If I knew you were going to be like this you could’ve been alone!” I said.

“So why not now?” he said, his voice quiet.

“Because I need an explanation!”

“Of what?! Why the earth turns?! Why the sky is blue?! Why you were flirting with Dongho?! I can answer all of them except the last one,” Guanlin exclaimed, the loudest I’ve ever seen him.

I laughed, but not from humour as I looked at Guanlin in disbelief, “I was NOT flirting with Dongho!”

“Oh really?!”

“Guanlin! What part of when I was speaking to him made you think I was flirting with HIM?!”

“THE LAUGHING! THE SMILES!”

He stepped towards and I stepped back, feeling a little bit scared of his behaviour.

“I- uh,” he stuttered with a sad expression on his face as I kept stepping back.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just need to think.”

“About what?!” I exclaimed. “Your jealousy?”

I saw his jaw tighten.

“I-,” he began. “I’m not—”

“Really?” I smirked, crossing my arms.

“I’m not!” Guanlin exclaimed. “Why would I be?!”

I raised my eyebrow, walking towards him and saying, “well say it then.”

“Say what?” he asked.

“Say that you, Lai Guanlin, are not jealous of Kang Dongho or Takada Kenta,” I said, enjoying this more and more.

“I, Lai Guanlin,” Guanlin started, but when he opened his mouth to continue nothing came out and he walked over to me, resting his head on my shoulder. “Am jealous of Kang Dongho and Takada Kenta.”

I began laughing, “it’s okay Guanlin. Jealousy is okay.”

“But I’m not,” Guanlin muttered.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because now, even Seonho said your pretty!” Guanlin complained. “And that boy’s a charmer!”

"mr. scamander” || newt scamander

word count: 3309 (pfft it’s not long at all)

summary: slytherin!reader x newt scamander

*lowercase intented*

author’s note: there are parts of this that seem to reference other harry potter things because i couldn’t help myself. this is my first imagine, please be nice… thank you, enjoy. (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors)

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‘I was deliriously tired last weekend and thought it was you making all that noise so I wrote you a rude note stating that you can’t get away with being noisy just because you’re super hot’ AU

Sirius dragged his body up the stairs, he wanted nothing more than to just drop his body on his bed and sleep for two centuries. He had had a full day of classes today and did two shifts at the shop-his and James(he had finally managed to get a date with Lily. Sirius had been there for the pining during all those years, he was glad that would finally be over.) Dropping his things on the couch, he crawled to his bed and closed his eyes, fully clothed. He was way too tired to even remove his clothes.

Sleep would have claimed him immediately if he had not heard the sound of someone dragging a couch. He scowled as much as he could with his face buried in his pillow but relaxed when he did not hear any more noise. Except two seconds later, he could hear feet stomping loudly, chairs being dragged and cupboards being slammed shut. It seemed to him that the noise came from the apartment next door. Apparently his hot neighbour thought it fine to make a ruckus in the middle of the night.

Dragging his body from the bed, Sirius grabbed some paper and a pen.

‘How dare you make so much noise in the middle of the night? There are poor souls like me who are suffering a lot from all that banging. Just because you are hot doesn’t mean I’ll forgive everything-maybe lots of things but not that. So you can just take your adorable face, curls and cute overbite and be silent. I’ll repeat myself, even if I want to snog your silly face, I will not tolerate noise.’

He knocked loudly on his neighbour’s door for a moment or two but when no-one answered, he sighed and just slipped the note under the door. It ought to get the message across anyway. All the noise had already stopped when he got back to his.

***

Sirius groaned as he heard someone violently knocking at his door like they wanted to crash it down. He let them continue and maybe, hopefully they would go. He was never lucky. If anything, they started banging their fists harder against the door.

Sirius wrenched the door open. “What the fuck do you…” He trailed as he noticed it was his next door neighbour-Remus- with an amused expression on his face. The tawny haired man quirked an eyebrow and it was only then that Sirius realised he looked probably disgusting with drool on his chin, his hair a bird’s nest and his clothes all rumpled.

“Erm maybe now is not a good time? I’ll go-”

“NO stay! I mean now is fine. Just give me a second I brush my teeth and I’ll be back.” Sirius was a bit frantic about the whole thing. It was not every day that his one-year long crush knocked on his door. He would not let him go that easily. “Just make yourself at home,” he said pointing towards the couch.

His face pinked when he noticed his things were still on it, but thankfully Remus seemed even more amused.

***

He came back minutes later, his mouth no longer feeling like a rat has died in it to find Remus laughing a bit at a note in his hand. And it was then that everything came back crashing to him. Last night. The note. Great! There was just him to be rude and declare his love in a note.

Joining the other man on the couch, Sirius prepared himself for the worst.

“So…long night?” Remus smirked, his eyes shining with mirth.

Sirius flushed immediately. “Oh I…I am sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“-to tell me to be silent with my pretty face and curls?”

Sirius felt his face burning and wished the ground would open to swallow him immediately.

“So you don’t think that my face is pretty? Or my curls are?” Remus asked from way closer now. “It wasn’t me by the way. The noise I mean. I was sleeping with cotton balls in my ears, so not me.”

Remus touched his wrist and Sirius made a choked sound at the back of his throat.

“I was wondering whether you’d go on a date with me cause you know, I fancy you quite lot.” Remus said softly.

Sirius nodded because he did not trust himself to not embarrass himself in that moment. His neighbour only smiled and kissed him on the cheek, close to his mouth, lingering a bit. Sirius felt his skin tingling.

Remus rose from the couch. “I’ll be waiting for your text. My number is on the note,” he added at Sirius’ enquiring eyebrows.

Dear Sirius, it was not me making the noise. Though I would not be opposed to making some other kinds of noise with you, if you catch my drift. ;)

Aroma- Jackson (Day 3/100)

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Prompt: Aroma
Member: Jackson x Reader
AU: Hogwarts!AU, HarryPotter!AU


“Sit down in your respective seats. Class is beginning,” the professor barked. You shot a look to Jackson and tried to hold back laughter as he mimicked the potion’s professor’s words. You fixed the blue and bronze tie around your neck as you pulled out your book and placed it next to the cauldron in front of you.

Although you didn’t particularly care for the professor of the class, there was no doubt that Potions was your favorite class at Hogwarts. The idea that you could create anything you put your mind to, simply with a few ingredients, was very exciting.

It was like cooking. But with dangerous materials.

Your best friend, on the other hand, despised the class with a burning passion. Jackson made it a point to argue with you every time you brought it up, and it had gotten to the point that you just dismissed him entirely when he went on rants about the homework or exams.

But none of this stopped Jackson from attending the class anyways. You never really understood why he would come to class if he hated it that much, but you assumed that he needed to pass it just like anyone else. And regardless of why he was there, you were happy to have your friend as a lab partner.

Although you were in Ravenclaw and he was in Gryffindor, the two of you had been friends since your first year when he sat next to you on the Hogwarts Express. It only took you a short while to realize how much you really liked him, and you soon became fast friends. Your friends constantly teased you about your relationship with him, but you just brushed them aside. All you knew was that Jackson was one of your favorite people and you wanted to be around him throughout all your years at Hogwarts no matter what.

You broke away from your thoughts and turned back to the professor as he began to lecture.

“Today we will be discussing the many properties of Amortentia and its uses,” the professor stated. The class burst into whispers and excitement, but it died down when the professor spoke once more. “Silence. Now can anyone tell me what Amortentia is?” he asked, looking around the room. You put your hand up instinctively and he pointed at you to proceed.

“It’s a love potion,” you stated simply. “It’s extremely powerful and can cause infatuation…obsession even,” you explained, hearing more whispers around you as the students talked amongst themselves.

“Silence,” barked the professor again, shutting the class up. “That’s correct, 10 points for Ravenclaw,” he stated, begrudgingly. Jackson gave you a small nudge and a smile which made you look down at your cauldron as a small smile rose to your lips as well.

For the next 20 minutes, the professor spoke about the potion and its origins, its main purpose and the many witches and wizards who had their hearts broken through the use of the potion. Because although it created infatuation, it could not create true love.

“I have given each of you a cauldron and the ingredients for the potion. You have the rest of the class time to make the potion and show it to me. You may begin,” he said as the class began moving around to find the ingredients.

“Wow, we actually get to make a love potion, how crazy is,” you exclaimed, excitedly. Jackson let out a small laugh which made you immediately become warm on the inside. “Why?” he asked, smirking at you as you brought out your textbook and flipped through the pages. “Got someone in mind that you would use it on?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. You immediately turned pink and looked back at your book.

“Of course not! I’m just excited to make the potion, that’s all,” you mumbled as you began to measure out the ingredients. There was a brief, comfortable silence while Jackson began to prepare his potion as well when you found yourself suddenly very curious.

“Wait,” you asked, turning to him. He brought his eyes up to yours and you mentally remarked on how good his hair looked today before finishing your original thought. “Is there someone you would use it on?” you asked. Jackson looked at the cauldron in thought before grinning suddenly.

“Yea, there is actually,” he said, laughing lightly. You felt your heart skip a beat as you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Who?” you asked, casually, dying to know his response.

“Let’s just say it’s a very sexy Ravenclaw,” he said, winking at you. You immediately choked on your own breath and your eyes widened as your jaw dropped.

“Wait what?” you exclaimed loudly. “Who?” you asked, now more eager than ever. You weren’t aware that Jackson had a crush on anyone and know you wanted to know who it was.

“It’s me, of course,” someone behind you said, poking their head between the two of you. You jumped back, slightly startled as you saw the dirty blonde hair of fellow Ravenclaw Mark Tuan smiling a toothy grin at you. You groaned as Jackson cheered.

“OH MY GOD, HOW DID YOU KNOW??” Jackson shouted, grinning and pulling Mark into a hug as the pair laughed. You looked around but the class was so loud that nobody was really paying any attention to you.

“Mark, why are you even here? You’re not even in this class!” you exclaimed to the Prefect. Mark shrugged and pointed at the box in his hands.

“I had to drop this off with the Professor,” he remarked. He briefly glanced down at your potion and then Jackson’s. He let out another smile and patted Jackson on the back.

“Jackson, you know I love you, but you suck at Potions,” he stated bluntly. Jackson looked at him in disbelief as you giggled, stirring your own pot which was now a silver color. You looked over at Jackson’s and saw that it was a dirty brown and this only made you laugh harder.

“Y/N was right, go away,” Jackson said, pushing Mark away as he laughed and walked over to the professor’s desk. You rolled your eyes playfully and added the last of the ingredients as your potion quickly took on a mother-of-pearl sheen. You looked at your masterpiece and smiled contently while Jackson groaned and closed his book.

“I don’t get it, how are you so good at this stuff?” he asked, sincerely. You merely shrugged and raised your hand, motioning to the professor that your potion was complete. You began to notice a certain smell coming from the liquid when you remembered one of the most important aspects of Amortentia.

The aroma reminded people of the things they loved and found the most attractive.

You immediately bent down and breathed in the potion, closing your eyes and letting your mind wander through the smells. There was definitely something sweet, almost like cotton candy. Fresh air after a rainstorm. Your mother’s homemade chocolate chip cookies. And something else that was very strong and smelled a bit musty. Almost like a fancy cologne of some sort. You had definitely smelled it before, but you couldn’t quite place it.

“I see you’ve completed the potion,” the professor commented, pulling you out of your thoughts. Everyone around you became quiet as people moved in closer to see your potion. You felt slightly embarrassed by all the attention, but Jackson shot you a small smile and you nodded gratefully.

“Yes, sir,” you commented, allowing him to inspect it.

“And what do you smell?” he asked. You suddenly became nervous as the whole class was watching what you would say. You felt your mouth dry up and you fumbled for words when all of a sudden, Jackson bent over you and took a deep breath of the Amortentia.

“Mmm, smells like warm vanilla,” he said, happily. The class whispered amongst themselves as the professor raised his eyebrows. Jackson continued, as you took a side step to give him more room.

“It also kind of smells like the dim sum my dad makes!” he exclaimed happily. “Chocolate maybe?” he mumbled. Suddenly he paused and you noticed a confused look on his face. He looked up at you and bumped you with his shoulder lightly causing you to take a step backwards. He brought his face back down to the cauldron but still looked slightly confused. At this point, everyone was back to looking at him, and you didn’t want your friend to be embarrassed (even though he was pretty shameless) so you spoke up.

“I smelled cotton candy and chocolate chip cookies!” you exclaimed as the professor turned back over to you, slightly confused. Once again, the class began to whisper and everyone pushed up to try to smell the potion.

“Alright class, that’s enough for today. Your homework is to write a three page paper on Amortentia and its properties. I also want each of you to come to my office at some time this week to set up a time to finish your potions,” he explained, making everyone groan. As everyone began packing up, the professor nodded at you. “Since you were able to complete the potion, there’s no need for you to make up the time,” he stated briskly before leaving you to pack up.

“Lucky,” Jackson whined as he threw his textbook in his bag. You smiled at him and gave him a disproving look.

“Well maybe if you spent more time trying to make the potion and less time flirting with Mark, you wouldn’t have to make it up either,” you said, laughing lightly. Jackson rolled his eyes but followed you as you left the classroom. “That potion is weird,” Jackson said, annoyed. “It was supposed to smell like things you loved but I couldn’t even place half of them.” This made you slightly more at ease, knowing that you were not the only one with difficulty placing the smells.

“Yea, the same thing happened to me,” you added. “It smelled amazing though. I wouldn’t mind bottling it up just so that I could smell it all day,” you laughed. Jackson nodded in agreement as the two of you walked to the Great Hall. There, you split up because you had Transfiguration and Jackson had Charms, but not before Jackson bent down to give you a hug. He turned and walked away and you were about to do the same when something clicked.

The aroma was his. It was Jackson. Jackson was the aroma. The aroma that you had just smelled was Jackson. And Jackson was the aroma you had smelled.

You suddenly felt light headed and walked into the Great Hall to grab a glass of water. How could this be possible? Of course you liked him, but you had never really thought about him in a romantic light before. But why not? He was attractive. And funny. And incredibly sweet. What was there not to like? But he was your best friend! How could you be attracted to your best friend? You shook the thoughts from your mind as you groaned and began walking to class.


A few days later you were sitting outside the castle, eating a sandwich that you had swiped from the Great Hall. You usually loved eating with your friends, but the weather was far too nice to stay cooped up inside so you had decided to take your food out to the courtyard.

“Hey Y/N!” a voice called out as you were about to take a bit of your sandwich. You looked over and saw Jackson skipping towards you. This was the first time you were seeing him since the Potions class and you immediately began to feel nervous.

“Hey!” you said, trying to act natural as you gave him a side hug and motioned for him to sit down next to you. “How’s your day been?” you asked, taking a bite of the sandwich and briefly glancing at him. He wasn’t wearing his robes and his red and gold tie was loosely thrown around his neck. His appearance made your heart beat faster, and you wondered why you were feeling this way. It had never been like this before, so why now?

“It was long,” he stated, sighing. “I had to go in early today and finish that Amortentia potion,” he added. At the mention of the potion you gulped down your sandwich and nodded slowly.

“Did you manage to make it correctly?” you asked, glancing at him again. Suddenly, Jackson moved so that he was facing you rather than the rest of the courtyard.

“Yea, I did, but it was weird,” he stated, confusion written on his face. “It smelled exactly the same as when you made it in class.” This time you gave him a confused look as you put down your sandwich and turned to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s the same potion so it’ll smell the same regardless of who makes it,” you said, letting out a short laugh. Your eyes met Jackson’s and almost immediately you realized that there was something on his mind.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” you asked. “You looked really confused in class when I made it and you look even more confused now, so why – ”

“It keeps smelling like you,” Jackson suddenly stated, interrupting your sentence. You felt your heart rate speed up as you realized what he just said. You opened your mouth to speak but then closed it again. Jackson sighed and leaned back into the bench.

“But that’s weird right? Because we’re just really good friends! At first I thought it was because you were standing so close to me which is why I pushed you away in class. But then when I made it by myself, it still smelled like that! Maybe that can happen with people that are really close. Maybe it happens with family members that –”

“It smelled like you to me too,” you suddenly confessed, staring into his eyes. He shot his head up and his eyes widened with surprise. You bit your lip and looked away. “But it’s weird for me too. Because we’ve been just friends for so long and I don’t know if we could be…” you trailed off, staring at the forest in the distance.

“Be what? More than friends?” Jackson asked, sincerely. You nodded slowly and looked back at him. You were scared because you didn’t know what you were feeling, but you were also slightly relieved that Jackson felt the same way.

“So what should we do?” you asked, genuinely. Jackson ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before turning back to you.

“I think we should try it,” he stated shortly. You tilted your head and nodded slowly.

“Okay, we can try it…” you said, thinking hard before snapping your finger. “Oh! I know! We should go to Hogsmade this weekend!” you exclaimed. Jackson laughed and the air felt relieved of the previous tension that it held.

“We always go to Hogsmade together though,” he said, nudging your shoulder lightly and giving you a knowing look.

“Yea, but we should go together together,” you said, smiling lightly at him. Jackson grinned and this time took your hand in his own.

“Alright. Let’s go together together.”

Word Count: 2560

P P - Gin & Tonic (part 1/?)

Pan is rather wasted, and decides to take a visit to see the reader; confessing enough to probably regret in the morning - if he remembers that is

Your shift at Grannies was mostly a great pleasure in your life; a convenient(aka short) walk from your shared apartment with ruby and decent pay.

Not that the money was particularly important to you - it was more about the social hub that grannies became after five.

Storybrook was small, and so obviously the community was rather tight knit and more like family to you.

This particular night had been on the busier side, but as the clock hit nine most residents retired to their homes, turning in before the working day tomorrow and by ten it was looking like closing up was inevitable, the diner empty bar the few strays left.

The chime of the door made you look up from your broom, curious as too who would be entering so late in the day, however when the boyish figure registered you rolled your eyes and returned to your work.

“Hello love” his voice slurred, Peter managed to pull himself threw the door way, feet scuffing the freshly sweeped floor as he went leaving in his wake a trail of muck that made your body flash with annoyance

“We’re closed” you spoke, voice harsh and authoritative. You knew Pan was capable of some dangerous moves, but in his half cut state he didn’t seem to be going anywhere fast.

You turned back to your cleaning, only to hear a crash, accompanied with a bang, clatter and series of curses.

Pan was now in the floor,draped not so eloquently over a bar stool, nursing his back. Against your own will concern flooded your brain, your motherly instinct take over as you dropped your broom and rushed to his side

“Are you okay?” You ask, pushing some hair out of his face, ignoring the tingles in your fingertips as they brush his skin and the butterfly’s that erupt in your tummy as he peers up at you with his big puppy dog eyes.

“I hurt me bum” he hardly finishes his sentence before he bursts into uncontrollable giggles, causing you worry to seep away. You roll your eyes, pulling yourself back up.

“What do you want” it’s not a question as much as an accusation, but Peter is too tipsy to recognise your sour tone (or just ignores it all together)

“Kiss it better love?” He manages to get out between giggles, causing you to once more roll your eyes into your head, before putting a hand out for his

“Come on Pan, a little fella like you should be tucked up away by now”

He gladly takes your hand, and you pull him up, only for him to fall into your side, forcing you to drop his hand and wrap the arm around his waist

“Where do you live?” You ask him, moving towards the door. It’s not so easy, he’s much taller than you, and quite a bit heavier, and he’s not exactly helpful in the movement department right now

“Down second street, first cottage on the right” he remarks, dreamily

“That’s my house”

“Oh” he answers, rubbing his head lazily

“Just take me there anyway, the girl who lives there is nice, she will let me stay” he drones, half passed out

“Will she now” you ponder, mostly to yourself, but Pan answers anyway “Yer, I fancy her”

“I’ll remind you of that in the morning” but he doesn’t respond to this, only reaches for your other hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

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Originally posted by nellykay-never-fails

anonymous asked:

I get where you're coming from, the thing that bothers me is that they 'passed' every single woman who wasn't a model basically... suggesting to thousands of girls of all shapes and sizes that they're not beautiful

This makes me really sad. I think it definitely tackles the underlying problem here.

Let me start off by saying that I do not have the model body type. I am a squishy girl who should be working out but chooses to sit on her booty all day.

That being said, if I let the opinions of the buttercream boys measure my worth, I would be miserable. I’m not their type. I’m not model status. I know that. But that does NOT mean I am not beautiful, valuable, and worth something to somebody (AND to myself).

Look, I’m not perfect. Maybe my opinion is way off. Maybe I should be way more offended or upset that this video was made. If so, I’m sorry. I think what’s more frustrating than the video being made is the fact that it brings to light the fact that so many of us measure our worth and beauty based off of what these boys (or any boys, or girls, whatever tickles your fancy) say about your body type.

I’m just some girl on the Internet who you don’t know, but I want ya’ll to remember that every body type is beautiful. I have struggled with my weight for as long as I can remember. When I was in elementary school I was trying to go on diets and crying in front of the bathroom mirror because I thought I was ugly and fat and not worth anything. Now that I’m older, I know that I’m still quite a bit pudgier than I should be, and I’m still learning to be okay with that. I’m never 100% confident, but I’ve been through a period where I let a boy dictate my worth. I only felt beautiful when I was with my ex who reminded me that I was so. When we broke up I was so down on myself and my looks, and that’s when I realized how unhealthy it is to let someone else tell you whether or not you are beautiful. Just like I shouldn’t have let him dictate my worth, we shouldn’t let some boys online do it either.

I definitely don’t want anyone to get upset with me for having this opinion, as I feel like I have upset people. I 100% understand why you’re hurt or offended. You’re entitled to feel that way, but I’m also entitled to feel how I do. Now I’m more concerned about our feelings of self worth than I am about whether or not Mikey should take the video down.

If I’ve offended you in any way, I’m sorry. Please know that you are beautiful and worthy no matter your shape or size or race or color of your fucking hair. 

If what you take out of all of this is that I have stupid opinions, that’s fine. I just don’t want you to log off thinking that the opinions of these boys mean that you are not beautiful.

(I don’t know if this made any sense I just kind of typed what came to my head and I feel really upset right now so I know it might not be the most coherent thing)

King George iii x Reader

Words: 1808 (okay maybe I got a little carried away)

Warning: it’s kind of implying domestic abuse, but not a lot. 

Request: “The king George fic was great, I really enjoyed it! Just in case you didn’t know, to fancy someone is quite colloquial. I just thought it stuck out a bit. Anyway, would you pls be able to write another King G fic about going to a ball together? Thx!" 

Prompt: nah 

A/N: I’m not sure if you wanted a sequel to the last one?? But I didn’t think it would go along well so I didn’t??? Anyways, I hope my writing is better for Hamiltimes 

y/f/c = your favorite color

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 You smiled at your parents sweetly as they told you the news, you were heading to a Ball. The Kings Annual Ball, which he held each year. And you were having the honour, well, your family was having he honour, of attending it. 

Your family was close with one of the more powerful families in Britan, only because your father had helped them out when in trouble. So, returning the favour, which their family has seemed to do many times, they invited you. 

 You wanted to squeal in delight, but kept yourself under control, as your mother said, "Please, be on your best behaviour, we know what happened last time you went to a Ball.” You grimaced, everyone knew what happened last time you went to a Ball.

In your mind, it was simple: a man was being quite rude and sexist, so you showed him his place. To everyone else, the story was: You had anger issues, and this man was simply trying to get along with you, as he fancied you. Then, you got so angry that you slapped him in the face in front of everyone. Sure, you had slapped him, but everything else wasn’t true. Him, being a man, he was able to have the bigger word and completely lied to everyone there. You walked out of the Ballroom by yourself, caught a carriage, and went home. When your father and mother returned home, you tried explaining, but your father only called you a disgrace to the family. It was not a fun night. 

 Thinking back to it, you would have done it again in a heartbeat, the man deserved what was coming to him. He made vulgar comments, and he also told you women were too useless to do anything for themselves, then proceeded to ask for a dance! 

 "Y/n, dear, please put on your best dress, the Ball is tonight,“ your mother said, snapping you from your thoughts. You nodded, and walked back to your room. Going through your dresses, you thought, what if I never even see the King? What if I meet him, and he’s rude and arrogant? What if he is like the last guy at the last Ball? You’ve always been like this, and your mother always told you to stop worrying about such things. What happens, happens. So, you brushed those thoughts out of your mind, batting your eyes between two of your favorite dresses. It was hard do decide between them. 



 You ended up choosing a (y/f/c) dress, after a couple of minutes of contemplating if you should ask for your moms opinion. But who were you kidding? She would only say, ‘I think they’re both lovely’ and never actually choose. You sometimes wondered how she dressed herself, let alone making decisions for you. 

 Walking out of your room, you smiled at your mother, "The Final Product, I guess.” Your mother gushed, “Oh, you look beautiful, dear.”

 "Can we go now?“ You father asked, quite impatiently,  you looked at your mother, who nodded, and you nodded as well. Your father smiled kindly and lead you to the carriage that awaited outside. 


 You arrived inside of the Ballroom, where people were talking and dancing and having a great time, the King wasn’t there yet. 

 "Roger, it’s so nice to see you!” Your father said greeting someone, you curtsied towards the man, as he and your father continued talking. You had completely lost your mother, she departed you once you entered. You didn’t know anybody else in there, and if you did, they were certainly ignoring you. 

You walked over to a table filled of champagne, and food. Right at home. You picked up a glass and sipped. No man came up to you, asking to dance, or just to talk in general. It was kind of sad, you could sense other women giving you pity. 

 Just like last time, you were about to leave early, but then you heard something. You heard someone announce, “The King is here!” You almost dropped your glass, but, you set it on the table. Women curtsied, including you, and men bowed, as he entered the room, you looked up at him when he was in front of the room, and you were completely astonished. 

 He was a handsome man, he was better than the portraits. At least, the ones you’d seen. There were some around town, but not many. King George simply walked through the crowd towards the back of the room, everyone moved out of way to create a path. You sighed as he walked the way, but felt a pinch of relief as he didn’t walk your way. 

You wanted to feel the honour to meet him, but you were so embarrassing (told by your dad) that it would be better if you didn’t talk to most people, ecspecially important people. Your dad had stuck that in your mind for so many years, it was overwhelming. 

 You worked your way through the crowd, as they did not make a path for you. You had to shove through them, earning many strange looks, you just repeated, 'I’m sorry’ and 'Excuse me’ until you were outside. Once you were outside, you let out a sigh of relief, you weren’t confined in that room filled with loads of people. 

People who seemed to be judging you as you walked by, at least, that’s what it felt like to you. You were finally able to breathe, no one was around, it was just you and the moon. Nobody to distract, judge, annoy you. You felt free. 

 "Excuse me, miss?“ Someone asked, a male, asked.

 You turned around, and seeing who it was, you jumped up and curtsied instantly, "It’s an honour, sir.” King George smirked, obviously amused by how flabbergasted you were, among seeing him up close and in-person. 

 "May I ask, what are you doing out here, by yourself?“ He asked, sitting on the steps next to you. 

You sat down as well. "I, just, uh–” you stuttered, but he seemed so cool about everything, “I just needed some air, sir." 

 "King George is fine, uh…” He trailed off, leaving you to substitute your name. 

“Oh! Y/n y/l/n, sir– I mean, King George,” you covered your mouth, trying to avoid any further embarrassment. He smiled once again, feeling amused. 


 King George chatted up a storm, talking about the colonies and how he’s losing them, how he’s so angry at the General and a man named 'Alexander Hamilton’? You didn’t know, you were just there to listen. Not ask questions. 

“Would you care for a dance, y/n? I’ve been putting my burdens on you all night, I’m sure you want to make this night worth something,” King George said, standing up, and putting his hand out for you to take. 

 You took it, “I don’t think that would be nessasary, s– King George,” you corrected yourself quickly, “I don’t want to–" 

 "It would be a pleasure, Lady y/n,” he interrupted, “Shall we?" 

 You nodded briskly, "We shall.” King George lead you in, and many–actually, all people stared as you walked in. Except for a group in the corner containing your mother and father, as they were oblivious. 

 This time, a path was made for you, just for being with the King. The King. You would love and hate to see your dads face is he looked, hoping that maybe doing this would prove him wrong, in some way. But there was also a sliver of a chance he would say it was too big of a risk, and you could’ve disgraced the family name. 

 "Are you sure you want to do this, King George? With me, I mean,“ you looked up at him. He continued to direct you into position for the dance, "Please, of course I do. It is a new experience." 

 "You only met me an hour ago, si– King George.”

 "That’s alright.“ The music played, and you both swayed together. You weren’t sure of what he was doing, because you were looking down at your feet. 

 "Are your feet more interesting than me, Dear?” King George asked. 

 You looked up at him, “I’m sorry, I’m not really used to this." 


 The song ended a minute after of pure silence between you two, and you took a step away from him, "That probably wasn’t too pleasant for you, I’m sorry." 

"Oh it was–” he was cut off by a man appearing beside you. Your father. your mother appeared a second after, a little out of breath. "King George, it’s an honour to meet you, sir,“ your father greeted, your mother stood in awe and curtsied. "May I ask, was my daughter troubling you at all?" 

 King George was slightly confused, "No, she wasn’t. It was fine, the dance was fine." 

 Your fathers eyes widened, "Dance? What dance?" 

 You wanted to smirk triumphantly at your father and tell him how wrong he was, how welcomed you were by The King himself without embarrassing yourself completely or your family, but you looked down at your shoes instead. 

"Yes of course, we danced throughout the last song.”

 Your father was silent for a second, “Well, sir, I think it’s best we get going. Come on, y/n." 

 King George stood tall, "I shall walk y/n to your carriage,” he placed his arm out for you to take, which you hesitantly did. Your parents walked ahead of you, whispering. 

You turned to King George, “You really don’t have to do this, George." 

 "Oh, so it’s 'George’ now?” A smirk was growing on his face. The amusement in his eyes flew right over you, you covered your mouth with your free hand, “I’m sorry, Kin–" 

 "Alas, it’s fine. I’d rather you call me George anyway.” You removed your hand and looked anywhere else from where he was standing. Then, you reached outside, where your mother was already in the carriage, your father getting into. 

 King George slid his hand down to yours, and brought it up to his lips, kissing it, “I hope to see you soon, Lady y/n. I will definetly write.” Your face started to flush, you were out of things to say, “I will look forward to it, George.”

 He had a small smile on his face, but gently let go of your hand, allowing you to get in the carriage, next to your father. As soon as the door shut, your father went off, “Y/n, do you know how dangerous that was? You could have done, or said something wrong? You could have displeased him! That was risky, y/n." 

"Yes, father, I know,” you said, looking out the carriage window as the horses started up. You thought back to what happened, that entire night, “And I enjoyed every second of it.”

Fic: Enemies to Lovers, Ch 2

Find on: ao3
Pairing: Ten x Rose
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1.3k (chapter); 21.5k (total)
Summary: The Doctor and Rose end up in another parallel universe shortly after their visit to Pete’s World, finding that they’ve left the events between them on the SS Madame de Pompadour unresolved. They meet parallel versions of themselves who are also in the middle of a row. The Doctor and Rose help sort out the parallel couple’s argument, but they didn’t count on receiving help in return.
Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, shagging but nothing explicit, Post GitF, Post Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel
Notes: This was prompted by a submission to @timepetalsprompts​: The Doctor and Rose land in this parallel universe where they’re sworn enemies. (bonus if the original rose/doctor help the others put their differences aside and get together)

I had originally envisioned this in 7 chapters, but I’ve decided to break it down into more bite-sized chunks.

Unbeta’d.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 ….


When the Doctor woke, he had a splitting headache, and he was laying supine on the sand.

All he’d been doing was strolling down the beach, thinking about Rose. Next thing he knew, his world went black.

He rubbed the side of his head and sat up, sand slipping down the back of his shirt. “Bloody sand.” He brushed himself off and made to stand. “I hate sand. It just gets everywhere.” He froze when he heard the unsheathing of a sword.

“YOU!”

The next thing he knew, the sword was pointed at his throat. He looked down the long blade, and then up at its owner…Rose.

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I’m Not Bad, I’m Just Drawn That Way

Here lies my first entry for @sterek-bingo 2017! I’m super excited for this whole event, I’ve been writing like a madwoman ever since I signed up.

This story was written for the Harry Potter AU square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).


I’m Not Bad, I’m Just Drawn That Way

“Okay,” Derek says, looking between the silvery lake to their left and the enormous, imposing forest to their right. “Stiles, where the fuck are we?”

“Um,” Stiles says guiltily. “I’m not sure you want to know.”

*

It’s a spell. It’s always a fucking spell, because witches, man.

*

“Hogwarts,” Derek repeats flatly. He’s looking somewhat constipated. His mouth opens and shuts a couple of times. Then he says again: “Hogwarts.”

“It was a spell,” Stiles says weakly.

“I hate you,” Derek says.

*

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How Harry Potter Characters Would Ask You Out
  • <p> <b>Harry:</b> *awkwardly* would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me? You're the chosen one in my eyes, Y/N<p/><b>Ron:</b> *excitedly* wanna sit with Harry, Hermione, and me at dinner tonight? I promise to not eat quite as much as I would so there's enough for you too!<p/><b>Hermione:</b> studies show that people with a natural chemistry towards each other tend to have relationships that last longer, I found that out from a bit of light reading this morning. I feel like we have a natural chemistry, so do you want to test that theory and study in the library together later?<p/><b>Luna:</b> Would you like to come feed the Thestrals with me in the forbidden first later? I'll protect you from the Narguls.<p/><b>Neville:</b> *stutters nervously* h-hullo Y/N...W-would you fancy meeting me after herbology class? W-we could take a walk by the lake if you want, o-or really anywhere you like, I l-like you and just want to spend time with y-you. *blushes*<p/><b>Fred/George:</b> Ey Y/N! We're planning the best prank yet on Professor Snape! Wanna be a part of it? You're wicked hot and plenty awesome and a good pranker! Wanna snog later?! *high fives the other brother when you say yes*<p/><b>Snape:</b> *in class* Class, turn to page 394 *when you open up your book to the page there's a little note that says "see me after class, miss Y/LN, I'd like the pleasure of your company." *Smirks as you blush and carries on with the lesson*<p/><b>Draco:</b> *confidently strides up to you and kisses you right on the mouth* Fancy a shag in the broom closet later, Y/N *gives you a shit eating grin*<p/></p>
Pretty Flowers Are Made For Blooming ~ Part 2

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character (sister Winchester)

Additional Tags for this part: Teenage Drama, Wincest (Twincest), Teen Dean Winchester, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Heavy Petting/Making Out,Young Winchesters, Female Winchesters

Author’s Note: Here’s the second chapter, as promised. I took the original version of this story down so I could post the reworked version. Hope you all enjoy this new version. Thank you to my beta and cohort on this story’s progression, @helvonasche. She’s one helluva plotter and beta. And she was the one who made the fic banner above. 

Summary: The Winchester twins, Dean and Maggie, have enough on their plates with keeping track of Sam and learning to be hunters, but then they had to go and fall in love.

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Support Group for People Unfairly Maligned in Historical Fiction

Edward II: Greetings, everyone!  I’m Edward of Caernarfon, as you probably all know - do feel free to call me Ned - and I’m your moderator for this, the second meeting of all of us unfortunate historical folks maligned in fiction of the twenty-first century.  We’re here to share our pain, and to share the sillinesses perpetuated about us written hundreds of years after our deaths.  I’ll get us started.  As well as all the unfair and wildly untrue things about me I shared at our last meeting, there’s some new stuff.  According to one novelist, I react to things by ‘snivelling’ and am a coward who runs away from the battlefield of Bannockburn and is too afraid to fight, even though in reality I had to be dragged protesting from the field and fought 'like a lioness deprived of her cubs’ right in the thick of battle.

Piers Gaveston: Pretty damn sure I never saw you snivel, Ned.  I bet the terribly heterosexual manly hero Roger Mortimer doesn’t 'snivel’ in that novel, eh?

Edward II: Damn right, he doesn’t.  That same novel also accuses me of cowardice because I don’t beat up my wife, which was a real lolwut?? moment, I tell you.

Margaret Beaufort: May I have the floor, Ned?  I, apparently, am a religious maniac with a weirdly anachronistic Joan of Arc fetish - why? I mean, why?! - which I have to talk about every five minutes.  I mysteriously forget that I’m the countess of Richmond all the time.  But worst of all by far, I’m meant to have had Edward IV’s two sons murdered in the Tower of London so that my own son Henry Tudor could become king.  Because obviously I knew that Richard III’s son would conveniently die young a few months later and clear the path to the throne, and I could stroll in and out of the most fortified and well-guarded stronghold in the country and murder two princes without anyone noticing.  Yup.  Invisible Superwoman, that’s me.

Edward II: That’s awful, Margaret!  You mean people are willing to accuse you of the cold-blooded murder of children when there isn’t the tiniest shred of evidence whatsoever?

Margaret Beaufort: Indeed there are, plenty of them.  There are also people on modern social media who call me a 'snake’ and express a wish that I’d died in childbirth and my son with me.  I was thirteen at the time.  Yes, there really are people out there who wish a thirteen-year-old had suffered a painful death in childbirth.  It seems that they forget we were human beings with feelings too.

George, duke of Clarence: Hey, everyone!  Talking about blatant ways of making us appear really unlikeable and horrible, I’d like to protest at the way novelists in the twenty-first century portray me as this ridiculously one-dimensional alcoholic wife-beater.  That’s all there ever was to me, apparently.  Alcoholism.  And wife-beating.  I never even laid a finger on Isabel!

Henry VII: There’s this one novel where my mother Margaret Beaufort - who just hasn’t been maligned enough, apparently - tells me to rape my fiancée Elizabeth of York before we marry to make sure that she can become pregnant.  If she can’t, I’m to marry her sister Cecily instead.  Still trying to figure that one out - am I supposed to go through all the sisters until I find one who gets pregnant and then marry her?  Just so darn weird.

Elizabeth of York: Wait, let me see that one!  Oh yeah, I remember now, the novel where I spend half the time mooning over my lost uncle Richard III, who I was totally in love with, allegedly, and refer to constantly as 'my lover’.  My uncle.  There is not enough eeeewwwww in my vocabulary.

Henry VII: I’m depicted as this pathetic little mummy’s boy half the time.  And I’ve been trying to block the horror of it out of my mind, but there’s another novel that has me - get this, folks - drinking the blood of young men.  Like wuuuuuuh?

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know.

Edward II: You don’t know what?

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know what I don’t know.  I don’t know anything.  Say anything to me and I’ll reply that I don’t know.

Elizabeth Woodville: Hey, everyone, did you know I’m a witch?  Witch witch witch.  Who makes witchy things happen all the witching time.  Because I’m a witch.  A witchy witch who does lots of witchy things.  On every witchy page of the witchy novel about how I’m a witch.

Anne Neville: I’m getting pretty annoyed with the way I’m almost always depicted as terribly frail, to the point where I faint or collapse about every five minutes.  Yes, I died young, but that doesn’t mean I’d been a permanent invalid all my life, people!  Yeesh, it’d be great to have someone write me as though I had an actual backbone and some personality, instead of as this weak feeble fainting little…thing.

Edward of Lancaster: True, and it’d be nice if someone would acknowledge that you didn’t necessarily spend your entire marriage to me weeping and wailing over Richard of Gloucester.

Anne Neville: I did a little bit at first maybe, just a tiny little bit, but I soon got used to the idea of being queen of England one day.  That was pretty cool.  Something else modern novelists never seem to realise about me is that maybe I had a bit of ambition and quite fancied being a queen!

Edward of Lancaster: Yeah, we kind of got used to being married to each other and didn’t mind it at all, did we?  And you know, it’s so unfair when a throwaway bravado comment you make when you’re still practically a child is then used for the next half a millennium as though it represents the sum total of your personality and is constantly used to present you as a sadistic murderous psychopath.  Modern people, would you like it if someone took one of your sulky adolescent pronouncements as though it’s representative of your entire life and attitudes?

Henry VI: And when one remark by one visitor to England, simply reporting a rumour he had heard that I supposedly said that my son Edward was fathered by the Holy Ghost, is taken that my son absolutely must have been fathered by someone else other than me.  As though my wife Margaret of Anjou isn’t maligned enough!

Margaret of Anjou: Oh, you mean I actually have a name?  Like seriously?  I thought I was just called 'the bad queen’.  Voice dripping with sarcasm here.

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know.

Edward II: Afraid we’re running out of time and will have to wrap this up now, folks!  Hope you all feel somewhat better after getting this rubbish off your chests, and take care until the next meeting of the Support Group for People Maligned in Historical Fiction!  Goodnight!


- Kathryn Warner from her blog edwardthesecond.blogspot.com (excepts about the Wars of The Roses historical fiction)

All That Glitters- 1

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Summary: When the last person you ever wanted to see again comes strutting back into your life, you swear you’ll keep your distance. It becomes much harder to do when you start to remember why you loved him in the first place.

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: Language and Lance Tucker.

Tags (not sure on this one) @just-a-multifangirl @bovaria @fvckingavengers @whotheeffisbucky @totheendofthelinepal @buckysbackpackbuckle @marvel-ash @wonder-girl @jbb-98 @czarna-herbata @captainsebstan @beccaanne814-blog @kaaatniss @gold-liess @-i-miss-you– @marassberry 

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AN: Yeah I have no idea why I did this to myself. This is a mini series, 7 parts. I was (un)surprised to discover most Lance Tucker pieces are smutty one shots which, makes sense because the guy’s a f*cksickle. But, I wanted to try something else. So here’s some T(F)ucker love. 

Side note, you don’t have to have seen The Bronze to read this, but there will probably be spoilers if you know absolutely nothing about the film. 

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Originally posted by ohhseby

Weddings were the worst. You stood by that from the very first time you’d ever gone to one and not once changed your mind since. Standing between the bar and the dance floor, you sip on the cheap tap beer and lean on the polished wood, your best friend standing beside you and doing the same.

“When can we leave?” You ask her, eyeing her over the rim of the plastic cup. Hope shrugs, downing the rest of hers.

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