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Coldatom Week 2k17!

So for those of you who may not know, I am participating in Coldatom Week! I am currently on Day One (Hurt/Comfort), but because I am leaving to go on holiday for week, and am going to have little to no Internet whilst I’m away, I won’t be able to post my entrees until after Coldatom Week has finished, and will most likely not read any of the other entrees, or be on Tumblr, until after I have come back from my holiday.

For those of you read/enjoy the fanfiction I write and post over on my AO3 account, Skulls_And_Webs, I hope you are patient with me and will be down for reading my contributions - I’ve never written for one of these ‘Fandom Weeks’ as I like to call them, so I’m very excited - and I would like to leave you with the first five lines from the currently untitled Day One (Hurt/Comfort).

Leonard didn’t realise he wasn’t breathing until Lisa yelled in his face.


He blinked. Once. Twice. Three-

“Raymond.” He breathed, hands shaking. “Raymond.”

Lisa frowned. “Who’s Raymond?”

Summer Holidays: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

hey guys, just a quick lil fluffy oneshot I wrote about Reggie! I’m not really sure if I like this one, but I just wanted to write something kinda cute. If anyone has any prompts, please send them to my ask, though I can’t promise I will write them all!

Summary: Reggie x (Y/N) Flufffff.

(This gif is NOT mine. Credit to @joeck for this beautiful Zach Dempsey gif. Obv I’m aware its not Reggie, but I think it fits this oneshot so wellllllll.)

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anonymous asked:

Hi! What are your favourite dramione fics of all time?

I don’t really like to pick favorites, but some I have really loved include;

Simply Irresistible by bookworm1993
Draco gave a cocky grin. “I am going to give you a makeover.” “I’m sorry what?” “You heard me Granger, I’m going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible.”

The Grotto by @slytherinbunney (dramione)
During the wedding of their friends, can Draco and Hermione put their past behind long enough to discover each other?  Explicit one shot (but not PWP).  Everything I want in a dramione in one, delicious place.

Reverse by: Lady Moonglow Hermione is unexpectedly swept into a dystopian world of opposites where Dumbledore reigns as Dark Lord and Muggle technology and the Dark Arts have revolutionized Britain. A Light wizard resistance led by Tom Riddle and the Malfoys has been left to a nightmarish fate. Can Hermione, posing as her darker incarnation, help save a world more shattered than her own? (possibly abandoned)

Hospital Stay by @unknown-authoressDraco Malfoy is in the hospital. Hermione Granger is his Healer. Light fluffiness to make a bad day better.

Queen of Heaven by riptey Draco’s only friend in prison is a spider, and its venom causes hallucinations of Hermione. The only problem is that Dream Hermione keeps insisting she’s real.

The 50 Reasons I Hate Hermione Granger by Kiska King by Draco Malfoy

I cheated and only read the last 2 chapters because I am claustrophobic, but if you are not, you should read Five Days by @raviesnake

Sucks for Smith by RavieSnake “I, on the other hand, was paired with a young, fiery little number. I hope she enjoys long holidays in the Caribbean and naming children after constellations, because she’ll be doing both in less than six weeks,’ he said as he peered greedily down at the parchment.“ Ah, the old marriage law trope…but slightly different. Oneshot. EWE.

Thirty Saturdays by karc Draco Malfoy woke up. This would normally be a great thing if he wasn’t waking up to the same day, everyday, for the past thirty days. Post-Hogwarts. DM/HG (possibly abandoned)

Out of Mind by galfoy By all appearances, Hermione Granger runs a successful bookshop, lives a happy life, and wants for nothing. However, when a person from her past starts asking uncomfortable questions, Hermione realizes that things are never as they appear.

Bus Stop by Marmalade Fever Every morning, Draco and Hermione meet at the bus stop. A romance revolving around an umbrella.

Ghosts by Rizzle ( @andgladly​)  Five years after the end of Voldemort and Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is out of Azkaban and is a shell of his former self. Hermione Granger is doing her best, but she has demons of her own to deal with.  (Love in the Time of the Zombie Apocolypse is also great but I’m way behind on it.)

The Malaria Visions by galfoy Hermione has a series of vivid dreams about Draco Malfoy after taking anti-malarial medication. Can she reconcile the real Draco with the one she sees when she sleeps?

Grey by @savvyshka One morning, Hermione woke up to a grey world. Literally. All the colours were gone, washed out for good. AU. Drama. Romance. Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger.

Taming Granger by @jayciethings If there was one thing Draco excelled at, it was plotting. Granger didn’t stand a chance.


17/12/16 10:48 PM // This week’s bullet journal spread! Tried a slightly different layout this week. Might look different from previous posts bc I changed the second page. I managed to finish 3 books this week and I’m now reading A Torch Against the Night by Sabaa Tahir. Hope you guys have a great holiday xx

Here’s a much warmer piece compared to my wintry stuff that’s been going around. Based on an old request from @alessariel (I just loved the idea of them under a tree!) and I hope it brings some happy feels to the fandom! Thanks to everyone who left me ideas earlier - as to what Merlin should be reading. I got a few suggestions for The Odyssey, and I do think that would be something Arthur would like to hear… especially if read aloud by Merlin, eh? Well I experimented with some lighting and background effects… would love some thoughts. This is definitely more detailed than planned, but I tend to get carried away while I’m on holiday! (Hope everyone’s enjoying theirs!)

(My Art Tag) Please DO NOT repost this piece or use it anywhere without my permission, thank you!

Guilty Kiss

A/N: I AM A FILTHY SINNER. A part 2 of Guilty Kiss was requested, and I have delivered by sinning and writing smut. There’s smut in this one, so I’ve put it under a read-more! Please send in more requests - I love reading all your ideas and penning them down in my book. Please get me a date with Tom Holland too.

WARNINGS: Smut. Implied sex.

Taglist: @mainspidey | @x-wing-starwriter | @tomsleftbrow | @tryn25 | @tanglefire

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I recently discovered an amazing fantasy series called “A court of thorns and roses”. I read it during the summer holidays and I’ve fallen in love with it. This drawing of Feyre and Rhys was totally inspired by the amazing @charliebowater, one of my favourite artists, thanks to her I started reading these books after seeing her gorgeous art. She pictured both of them perfectly *-* I hope that you can see this because I’ve made it for you :)

one of the most fascinating parts of the passover seder—one of the most eminently quotable, as well—is the narrative requirement that you envision yourself as someone who was taken out of slavery. in many ways, this is a call to action, to social justice: we are tasked with remembering the oppression of our people, and we must look around the world and see the oppression of others. we may not close your eyes and enjoy the victory of freedom: we must mix celebration with sorrow, taking wine out of our goblets with our fingers when we remember the plagues wrecked on the egyptians. this requirement shapes many sedarim all over the world, and i think it allows us to emerge as better people from the eight days of passover, hungry for the thick lushness of bread, for complicated meals and flavors and tastes. for the simplicity and comfort of routine.

but this requirement and call to action is not the only part of the passover seder that instills us with the promise of change. and while a lot of people—including myself—like focusing on the mandate to justice almost exclusively, this year i’ve found myself thinking much more about the happily ever after, about the gift of the ten commandments, the burden of freedom, and that elusive land of milk and honey. this year, for a number of extremely personal and emotional reasons, i’ve been thinking about the way passover is a promise of the future, not just a mandate of the past. the way passover creates a template, tabla rasa, for the year to come. the way it’s a beginning, the way it instills hope, and the way it creates structure for the year to come.

this year i’ve been thinking a lot about after. not just about dayenu (”it would have been enough,” we say, noting our liberation from slavery, our release into the desert, the gift of the torah, the gift of god’s presence), but also about the moment moshe looks over into the land of israel, forward and onward and into the future. the moment the children of israel cross into the land, the moment they put down roots and call themselves tribes of judah, reuven, binyamin. the moment they find names for themselves, find homes, find places where they can plant crops and expect to see them sprout. the moment we, as a wandering, placeless people, put down roots. the moment we become more than a faith–the moment we become a people. the moment we stop worrying about yesterday and today; the moment we can start worrying about tomorrow.

i’ve been thinking a lot about that moment. the apex of self-definition, of coming together, of community and of promise. not because it’s the end of the story, barely mentioned in the haggadah. but because it’s the beginning of the story, in a sense. it’s the moment we put down our history books, sweep away the remnants of food and wine, and talk to one another. it’s the moment we stop remembering, and it’s the moment we make plans. what will we do tomorrow? when do you think we’ll wake up? what time is it–do you think our seder was longer or shorter than anyone else’s? it’s the moment that i remember that my father is one of a few hundred heads of my family who have worn a kittel and stood at the front of our table and said we were slaves and now we are free with a voice that is terribly scratchy and getting older and fainter every year.  one day i will stand at the head of that table with my partner, and it will be me making that proclamation of faith. i will be the next in the line of jews who celebrate, commemorate, and then continue

the seder gives us the gift of reflection. it’s a memorial. it’s a lesson. but sometimes i think it’s more than that–it’s the promise that even in the darkest of times, even in the bleakest of moments, there is always an after. there is a the bed that awaits us after the seder, after we put away our plates and glasses and trudge into bedrooms cool, dark, and welcoming. after the matzah crumbs have been swept off the table, after our stomachs are heavy and our hearts are light with wine and wonder. there is a later. there are eight days of dusty crumbling meals, eight days of regret, eight days of difficulty. eight days where we are reminded of the lowest points in our history–of those people who are still at their lowest points. the mandate of social justice, the call to action, the requirement to see suffering and to address it.

but then there is the ninth day. there is the tenth day. there is the week after, the month after. there is the opportunity to begin again, to look at the body of law handed to us in the vast, empty expanse of desert, and say i will, i can, i must. it is the promise of an unbroken chain, of thousands of years of judaism stretching in every temporal direction. it is the memory that wherever you go, the roots of your story will follow you. you are not alone, and you will never be alone.

this promise of tomorrow is especially meaningful to me. i’ve been thinking a lot about freedom blessed by the constraint of law and by the necessity of compromise. i’ve been thinking a lot about the future. both of these things sound difficult and terrifying sometimes–unbearably overwhelming, unacceptably heavy burdens. but lately i’ve also been thinking about the opportunity of the seder to impose order on all of this chaos–on the chance i will have to set aside a short period of time to reflect, to mourn, to dedicate myself to grounding my story in memory. and then i will be given the imperative of thinking about the future, about tomorrow, and about the promise given to the am, to my people. 

my grandfather once told me that jewish history is the promise of thousands of stars that was given to avraham. everything else is a consequence. he never told me that being jewish meant that you will never, ever be alone. you will never be just history. you will always have tomorrow.

now i think he never said this because he knew he didn’t need to. because he knew, one day, i’d figure it out.


Happy Holidays! I hope everyone is doing well and to have a great day. I never time these drawings on time, but I fought through it!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
Here’s some NejiTen and Shikatema~

Meeting The Family

Modern AU

George Washington x Reader ft. kiddo hamilsquad

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1725

Warnings: Swearing, a bit cliche, kissing

Request: HI! Can I request a Christmas one with the dialouge number 2, and 26, with 18 and 19 for scenarios???? X’D WITH CHRIS/ GEORGE WASHINGTON PLEASE??? ILY

2: “Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” 


18: Getting stuck under the mistletoe

19: Christmas w/ Kids

A/N: I hope this is close to what you were looking for! I had a really fun time writing it. Thanks again for requesting! But I’m sorry guys that I haven’t been posting often lately. My immune system has like completely shut down, so I keep getting really sick. Sorry about that, but on a happier note…WE ARE 10 FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300! We’re really excited about this and want to do something special for it. I don’t know if anybody actually reads these notes, but please let us know if you’d like us to do an open ask time or really any kind of fun lil celebration thing with you guys. If we don’t hear anything then we’re probably not going to do it, but thank you lovelies! Hope your day is amazing and remember that holiday requests are open! I love ya’ll!

“Do you think they’ll like me?” You asked, nervously fidgeting your hands as you sat in your car on George’s driveway.

“Trust me, my kids will love you. They love anything that will listen to their crazy rants and stories.” George smiled reassuringly as he took your keys out of the ignition. “Come on, they can’t wait to meet you.”

You watched as George got out of the car and walked towards the porch of his house. You had been dating George for a while now and the holidays had finally rolled around. He had been begging for you to meet his many adopted children that he loved with all his heart. There wasn’t anything you had against meeting them, you were just deathly scared that they wouldn’t like you.

Unfortunately, when all the kids refused presents from Santa unless they could meet you, George put his foot down and set a date for you to come over. That date just so happened to be, Christmas Eve and Christmas day. That’s right, you could possibly be ruining one of their Christmas memories by just being there. This was a nightmare come to life.

“(Y/N)! Come on, I promise it won’t be that bad!” George called, beckoning you towards the door.

With one last deep calming breath, you marched over to him, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“Okay, let’s do this.” You said, determined to make the best out of the situation.

George looked at you and smiled, taking your hand in his and squeezing it tightly. George took a deep breath before reaching for the doorknob. Little did you know that he was just as nervous as you were. He was completely panicked at the thought of the kids being too rambunctious for you to handle.

“Boys!” George called in the house as he opened the door.

There were a series of yells heard scattered across the house. This was followed by pounding footsteps coming from all directions. You squeezed George’s hand a little tighter as you saw them all run into the room one by one.

“Boys, this is (Y/N) (L/N). They’re the person you were so interested in meeting.” George smirked as the boys blushed at his words.

“We weren’t that interested!” One protested, his dark hair pulled in a tight ponytail.

“Mhm, sure…Anyways (Y/N), these are my boys.” He took his time introducing each of them and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to remember all their names.

“It’s nice to meet you boys.” You smiled, all of them wearing shit eating grins.

“HAVE YOU HAD SEX WITH OUR DAD????” Alex screeched, running at you with excitement.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS???” John yelled, latching his arms around your waist.

“ARE YOU GOING TO MARRY OUR DAD???” Hercules’s voice boomed through the house loudly, especially for such a small boy.

“WILL YOU STAY FOREVER???” Laf jumped onto your back, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“OUR DAD KNOWS SANTA! DO YOU KNOW HIM TOO???” Thomas asked, his eyes flickering between you and George.

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE’RE GETTING FOR CHRISTMAS???” Aaron jumped over the other boys, hoping to gain your attention.

“I hope we don’t scare you away.” James said in between coughs, taking your hand that wasn’t holding George’s into his.

“BOYS!” George yelled, the boys stopped their flood of questions to look at him. “Enough with the ridiculous questions.” George sighed, thinking his kids had already scared you away.

“I don’t know if I can answer all those at once.” You giggled, looking at the rowdy boys around you. “Let me think…Yes we have and no I don’t have any kids. About the marriage thing, he’d have to ask first. I would stay forever if I could, Laf. Santa and I are freaking homies! I don’t know what you’re getting for Christmas, and no James, I don’t think you can scare me away.” They took in your answers, before they all took a deep breath to ask more questions.

“No more questions! You’ll have plenty of time to do that later! For now, let’s go make some dinner.” George said, ushering the boys towards the kitchen.

Without a word, they all began working in unison. You laughed, watching them take orders from George and and carrying them out with such precision. They were chopping vegetable and fruits, some were stirring pots or putting things in the oven. They were like little soldiers.

“What would you like me to do, General Washington?” You asked with a mock salute.

“No guest of mine is helping in the kitchen. Go sit down at the table, dinner will be done in a moment.” George pushed you towards the table that John and Alex were supposed to be setting.

“So, how old are you two?” You asked, taking a seat at the dining table.

“I’m eight and John is ten.” Alex said, folding the last of the napkins

“Are you all pretty close to your dad?” You asked, watching as their faces lit up at the mention of George.

“We spend a lot of time with our dad. He’s the one that got us all out of foster care and orphanages, we owe a lot to him.” John smiled at the memory.

“Did you hang them all up?” Thomas asked, walking into the room.

“Yeah we did.” Alex said, the three boys sharing a mischievous grin.

“What did you three do?” You raised an eyebrow at the suspicious boys.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Thomas smirked, taking a seat next to you at the table. “I believe you will greatly appreciate it.”

Soon enough, everyone was seated around the table eating an amazing Christmas Eve dinner George and the boys had made. The boys watched and listened to you carefully the whole night. George had never brought someone home before, so there had to be something special about you.

“I think I’m going to catch Santa tonight.” Alex boasted, shoveling mountains of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“I doubt you can catch Santa.” Aaron rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah, why not?” Alex glared at him, holding his fork a bit tighter

“Because Santa’s not real, you idiot.” Aaron said smugly, half of the kids at the table looked up in shock.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SANTA ISN’T REAL???” James screamed, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“Oh no…” You hear Hercules mutter, turning to glare at Aaron.

“James, uh…you see Santa…” George attempted, only to have more of the kids at the table begin to cry.

“Of course Santa is real!” You interject, signaling to George that you could handle this. “Santa works really hard to visit you kids each year. He’s probably getting his sleigh ready right now! But sometimes, to prove that a child’s faith in him can stay true, he tells other children to spread the word that he’s not real. All those who still have faith in him will never leave the nice list. Whenever someone tells you he’s not real, they’re actually testing you.”

“Really?” Thomas asked, his eyes puffy from crying.

“Trust me, Santa’s as real as you and me.” George said, smiling at how quickly you had turned the situation around. “Boys, go change into your PJs. (Y/N) and I will clean up the table and then we can watch some Christmas movie with you before bedtime.”

The boys looked at each other with smirks. They walked up the stairs and began laughing and giggling when they thought they were out of earshot.

“They’re up to something…” You trailed off, standing up to grab the dishes.

“They’re always up to something.” George chuckled, leading you back into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

After washing the dishes in comfortable silence, the two of you entered the living room to be met with a surprise. Every inch of the ceiling was covered in mistletoe. George looked around the room in shock while you tried to stifle your laugh.

“Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” George yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

“Keeps? Like this has happened multiple times?” You giggled at George’s pained expression.

“The boys kept trying to hang it everywhere before you came over.” George blushed.

“That’s cute, but I don’t know how to tell you this…” You trailed off, looking at the staircase behind George that was currently occupied by his kids.

“They’re too much for you aren’t they? I promise they’re not that bad, they were just really excited to meet you. Please, just hear me out on this.” George began to rant, the only thing that stopped it was your hand over his mouth.

“First off, I love the boys and their craziness. Secondly, I was going to tell you that we can’t break a Christmas tradition, it’ll bring us years of bad luck.” You smirked, pulling George close to you as the boys gasped in anticipation.

“Hm, well I don’t want to be a Scrooge.” George smiled, pulling you in for a light kiss.

The kiss was short and sweet, but then again there were all his kids behind you. As you pulled away, you could hear the excited cheers and almost whispers from the boys. George rolled his eyes, turning to watch them all run back up the stairs.

“I’m glad you like them. I’ve really wanted to combine the most important people in my life for a while.” George smiled, pulling you close to his side.

“I’m glad you forced me into this. I think this may be my best Christmas yet.” You put your head on his shoulder.

“Well, if you’d like, maybe this could be the first of many Christmases like this.” George suggested, his voice slightly nervous and strained.

“That’s an offer I’ll have to take.” You giggled, watching the boys peek around the corner to look at the two of you. “Besides, I don’t think I’d want to spend another holiday without you and your boys.”

How have a productive summer 🤓

Hii! Guys so I’m back with another masterpost about productive summer 101
So let’s get started -
1) keep a consistent sleep / wake up schedule - sleep early, so that you wake up early and be productive. Find an hour which you are comfortable waking with, for me it is 9:00 am
2) make vacation special to-do list- take a paper, divide it into two halves. Name one as fun and one as study or something like that and write a main goal and ten goals in bucket list for each.
3) tackle important tasks first - if you have a big project, do it first so you have the whole day for fun
4) try/learn something new - 1) volunteer
2) get a job
3) learn a new language, read more books, learn to sing, swim etc.
Note 📝 - summer is meant for enjoying, so don’t overwork and enjoy your holidays.
Bye 👋 guys, I hope these tips are helpful. Happy holidays (if you have it) and best of luck if you have your exams .
@studyingdaisies @studyingmeow @i-actually-study-a-lot @thestudyfeels @artemistudying @biolcgy @snack-studies @scholasticus-medicinae @jasminesdesk


Teen Wolf Season 5 Promo ;)


Happy Holidays my lovely followers! <3

"The Valentine's Day Card "

Note: Literally came up with this idea at like 2 in the morning, wrote it like a month ago. Hope you enjoy.

Request/Summary: A seventh year student decides to send the Potions Master a Valentine’s Day card.

Originally posted by nuestramejorhistoria

Lockhart had to be your least favourite teacher and Valentine’s day your least favourite holiday. So when Lockhart decided to have dumb little cupids running about Hogwarts delivering messages you couldn’t have been more annoyed.

“So, are you going to send anyone a message via cupid?” Percy Weasley asked as he sat down beside you in Alchemy.

Percy and the Weasley twins had been your friends even though you were in Slytherin.

“Actually, I do have someone in mind. As it’s my last year here, I plan to go out with a bang.” You chuckled.

“Oh gosh, sounds like you’ve been spending too much time with the twins.” Percy said rolling his eyes.

“Well, I’ll tell you this, it’s not going to be a musical message to whomever I send one to.” You smiled at the thought of a musical message for the person you were sending a card to.

“Are you going to share who you’re sending one to?” Percy seemed pretty interested at this point.

“I’d prefer not to disclose all information.” You said as a cupid walked by.

You grabbed the cupid whispered in his year and handed him the pink card you had made earlier. “Make sure it’s completely anonymous!” You yell as the cupid walked away. He nodded and kept walking.

As class started you couldn’t help but wait to see the man’s reaction when he received the card in the middle of class.

“I hate advanced potions! Why do I let you talk me into taking it.” Percy was once again sitting beside you.

“Because you’re very easy to persuade Mr. Weasley.” You replied with a taunting voice.

Class started and Snape went on in his usual way, criticising every student he could, expect for you, he never seemed to bother you much. Probably because he knew you had a love for potion making and could do it quite easily.

Just as Snape was in the middle of scolding some Gryffindor the door to the classroom swung open. Three little cupids walked in. Two went on to the students and sung their piece while the third went up to Snape and handed him a card.

“From anonymous sir. Happy valentines day you dark love bird!” The cupid said happily and skipped out of the room.

Snape’s face had turned a fiery red and you could barely hold back your laughter. Snape went back into his supply room nearly sprinting.

“Did you send Snape a Valentine?!” Percy gave you a confused look.

“Indeed I did.” You said smiling.

“Why? He’s a horrible person.” Percy said.

“I happen to like Snape, he, like everyone else deserves to feel like he is appreciated at some point. So shut up.” Your voice full of irritation.

Snape came back out of his supplies room and gave you a slight nod. He must have recognised your hand writing.

Percy didn’t speak to you the rest of class. He knew you were upset so he gave you your space.

After class had ended Snape told you to stay for a bit after class. You walked up to his desk and saw the familiar card, which was opened.

Snape began to read the writing in the card in his low voice “No one deserves to feel unloved or alone, especially on dumb holidays like Valentines. I don’t want to ruin your intimidating reputation professor, but you aren’t as scary as you think you are. You’re pretty awesome, in your own mysterious way sir. I hope you have a nice day.”

He looked at you as if he was going to ask a question.

“You’re welcome sir. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable…actually, no I’m not, people deserve to know they’re appreciated. Even if it is by some lousy student they can’t stand. You have helped shape me into the determined young woman I am today, you taught me that in life there will be people who know you can do better and won’t settle for anything less. You, sir, have taught me to never be satisfied with anything less than my best work.” You smiled and walked out of the classroom.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I don’t think you’re a lousy student. I find you to be more tolerable than any student I’ve had. However, if you tell anyone I said these words I will deny them.” He said in his cool tone but it seemed that he was almost smiling at you.

You smiled at him, “For what it’s worth professor, I like you and I do hope you become happy in life.”

Severus Snape watched you walk out the door, holding his first Valentine’s day card in his hands. He put the card in his locked drawer of his desk, he would cherish the letter for the remainder of his life. To most people Severus Snape was a hard man, even a cold man, but when he received his first Valentine’s day card he felt very touched. He would never admit to feeling that way, but deep down he felt that at least one person liked him for who he was, and maybe, just maybe he touched her life in a positive way.

Letters from R. (young!Remus x reader)

10 Days – 10 Stories: Day 10 – Remus Lupin

Summary: During your summer holidays, you receive letters from an unknown person on a regular basis… but who is the shy boy that confesses his interest in you without revealing his identity?

A/N: This one came into my mind quite spontaneously. It’s longer, just because I didn’t want to rush it even more than I already did lol.

Word count: 2,128

(Y/N) = your name

Warnings: flufffff


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‘so fucking glad’ (bucky barnes drabble)

I don’t write a lot of Marvel fics mostly because every single one that I’ve ever read is 1000 times better than any fic I could ever conjure up. That being said, please read this lol. It’s a late Valentine’s Day drabble. I hope you like it!

(as always, gifs are not mine!)

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.” ft. Bucky Barnes

Sure, it was Valentine’s Day, but criminals don’t stop working because of some hallmark holiday. Since you and Bucky were the only two who didn’t have plans, Tony sent you both on a day-long mission to infiltrate what was suspected to be a HYDRA facility. Turns out, they were wrong, and you two spend the entire day pretending to enjoy and understand computer tech. Bucky was much better at pretending than you were: he flirted with the workers and let some of the others take a look at his arm. You weren’t doing too bad yourself, but you hated the whole mission. You could barely pretend to like normal people let alone people who could go hours talking about computer tech… aka Tony Stark.

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“Oh, God,” you groan as you and Bucky step inside the elevator, finally able to relax after a whole day of smiling and shadowing. “They were like Stark to the 10th power.”

“C’mon, be nice,” Bucky laughs as the elevator doors close. “They were decent people. I don’t know if I can say the same about Stark.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. Bucky and Stark had an odd friendship. They claimed to dislike each other, but would always rise in each other’s defense.

“Now who’s being mean? You’re only saying they were decent people because you got like 20 phone numbers, Barnes!”

“23, actually, not that I’ve been keeping count,” he laughs as you nudge him.

The elevator stops at your floor and you both walk out, nudging each other on your way to your rooms. You and Bucky had always been good friends, clicking immediately after he joined the Avengers. You two would always train together, partner up together on missions, have movie nights every other week. You were head over heels for him, anyone could see it. You couldn’t read him, though. He’d flirt with you sometimes, but you never thought anything of it. He was Bucky: he flirted with everyone.

“Earth to Y/N? Anyone home?” Bucky flicks your head and you turn to glare at him.


“Hey, I wouldn’t have to do anything if you were listening to me in the first place!” He narrows his eyes at you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “As I was saying, it’s Valentine’s Day, do you have any plans at all?”

“Actually,” you bite your bottom lip, as Bucky turns to look at you with his brows furrowed and hurt in his eyes.

“Oh,” he clears his throat and nods, taking a step away from you. “I-I’ll let you get ready then. You have fun, okay?”

“Wait what? I was hoping to do something with you.”

“What?” He looks at you, confused.

“Bucky,” you take a step closer to him, a hair away from him. You tilt your head up and gently press your lips against his, a surprised gasp escaping from him. After a few seconds of Bucky not moving, you take a few steps back, embarrassed and red-faced. “S-sorry I shouldn’t have–”

Bucky strides over to you, cupping your face and kissing you desperately. You whimper against his mouth, resting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He smiles against your mouth, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I’m so fucking glad you did, though,” he chuckles, his lips moving to your jaw and then up towards your ear. “So fucking glad.”

“O-oh fuck,” your hands move to the back of his head, tugging his hair as he nips your earlobe. “It’s been a long day… l-let’s take a bath together.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he captures your lips with his own as he lifts you up bridal style. You were so happy you didn’t have any Valentine’s plans.

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to post something but I couldn’t not do something for killugon on a holiday like this <3

This was written for the wonderful @honeybitz! They sent me a message about a prompt a little bit ago and at the moment I couldn’t write it, but I got to it eventually! Thank you for always being so supportive of everything I write, I hope you enjoy this even though its a bit different then what you messaged me about ^^;

Modern High School AU

Word Count: 1928


“I accidentally passed you an embarrassing note that was meant for my best friend dON’T YOU DARE READ IT.”


The sound of his name was spoken with a voice Gon knew better than his own. Heart jumping up into his throat, Gon whirled around. His gaze immediately landed on his one and only best friend slowly making his way to where Gon stood just under the shade of the bleachers.

“Killua.” Gon smiled easily. Smiling was always like that around Killua- easy, simple. As if it was the most natural thing in the world for his lips to curl upwards after seeing those glittering blue eyes and the chaotic mess of white hair.

Killua, on the other hand, was not smiling. He glowered at Gon, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, and said shortly, “Give it back.”

Gon made a face and Killua growled, “Gon. You promised.”

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After all this time, Always (Newt x reader)

Originally posted by savemefromthisaddiction

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Summary: You always dreamt everything would be alright, you wanted to be happy and you wanted Newt to be happy. But, once again, you’re in the shadow. And this time, you can’t take it anymore.

Words count: 3949

Warning: Sadness and regrets

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry for not posting for a long time, I’m still writing but with school, I just don’t find the time with my studies (I’m the equivalent of a sophomore). But I’m on holidays so I’ll try my best to post stories. Well, I hope you all have a good day! And requests are open by the way!

And just before you start reading:

  1. -Y/S/N: your shop’s name
  2. -The italic stands for the place the reader is reminiscing the past

   You were rummaging through the pile of stuff in front of you, picking up what belonged to you. You were feeling so sad right now. You wished to be angry, to hate her, hate him. But you couldn’t: the only one you were able to blame was you. Because, after all this time, you thought for a brief moment that he would return your feelings.

   After all, you knew him since your childhood: your parents were in good terms with his and you quickly became friend with him. You were always the first one he would talk about his discoveries and you were the first one he told about his dream.

   At this time, you were still toddlers and all you could think -or much all you wanted to think- about was to dream of what you will be when you are older. You absolutely loved to hear him explain his dream to you: he would take care of beasts, just like he took care of his own Puffskein or his mother’s hippogriffs. He would make the world realise their importance and he would make everyone stop treating the poor animals badly. And you trusted him: if someone could do it, it was him! He was always so kind and so patient… Yes, he could do it.

   At the end of this speech, you always asked in a tiny voice « And, will I have the permission to travel with you? Because it would be so lonely without you… » To this, he would perpetually answer with a smile going all the way up to his eyes « Of course, you’ll come with me! You’ll help me and I will teach you about them and you will take care of them with me! »

   All of this started when you were so young… You never expected it to end in this way. And not now. But, to state the truth, you never expected it to end at all.

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anonymous asked:

Can you recommend some good bts angst? Doesnt matter if it has fluff or not ^^ thx

Hi love! well we’d give you the diferent angsts we have going in here, the bolded are our top favorites, here you go:

















  • Starlight Pt. 1 / 2





We don’t have any angst for Namjoon, omg how is that possible? but well, we have for the rest so we hope you find something to read and enjoy among these, lots of love ❤️

xoxo, admin Mars and admin Em!


The novel containing the second Shiratorizawa chapter just came out, as does my translation! Disclaimer, neither Japanese nor English are my native languages, I’m not super good at Japanese, but I did manage to read and understand this whole thing, so I think I give you the full story with this translation! Little things like Tendo and Ushijima’s endearing speaking quirks aren’t really translateable, but other than that! This is a really sweet story I hope all Shiratorizawa fans will enjoy.

Please buy the novel if you read this!


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