Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)
“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.
Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.
Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.
You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.
“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”
I just wanted to say that even though a lot of you have sent me so many words of encouragement and support, I feel like I’m letting you down in a way when I tell you that I honestly still get scared clicking the upload button now :/
This edit is long overdue and it made me feel bad to delay it even more than I already have (i’m sorry to the anon that requested this lmao u probably have already forgotten about it. idk how u gna see this bc my tags dont usually process for large images & too lazy to resize it but eh) so that’s why I’m uploading it now. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ok y’all i hope you have a great life tho and enjoy this idek
Date Meby flywithtaetae - Taehyung
flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered
reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year
comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words.
Things You Said at 1 AM by lexwrites - 12:54
AM is Taehyung on Jungkook’s lap, breath hot against his skin in the
freezing cold. 12:57 AM is messy kisses of teeth and tongue and promises
of forever hanging off Jungkook’s tongue. 12:59
AM is ‘I love you’s whispered into their skins and Jungkook wants to
say more, but he isn’t eloquent until Taehyung is under him, moaning out
Jungkook’s name like it’s the only word he’s ever known.
pick me up, buttercup by vppa - AU where your soulmate’s first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet. Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook’s forearm will now forever read “Hey baby, if you were a booger, I’d pick you first.” What the fuck, universe.
(this one has just a hint of angst in the middle but it’s mostly adorable and hilarious)
baby boy (you got me feelin’ some typa way) by coffeensuga - Taehyung likes pastel and pretty things and the
occasional bow in his hair. Jeongguk likes American punk music (as well
as some Troye Sivan, but he’ll never tell anyone that) that matches his
back jeans, beanies, boots, and tattoos (as soon as his mom will let him
get some). But Jeongguk thinks he might have a pastel soul, because Taehyung gets him feeling “some typa way.”
like that sun (melt my heart with that bright smile) bystardustandblackholes - Jungkook works in a pet store and Taehyung just really loves puppies or (“You
come to the pet shop everyday and look at the dogs but whenever I ask
you say you don’t want any but you keep coming in are you sure you don’t
want one bc that one time I let you hold a puppy you nearly cried” AU)
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“Not now, Y/N,” Tim says, earning a much exaggerated sigh from you. You understand that Tim was tired from all of the work he puts his body through, but you very rarely got any time alone with each other. “I’m tired.”
“But Tim,” You playfully whine, smirking at the furrow of his eyebrows. “We never get any alone time. We can’t waste this perfectly good night just by sleeping.”
“Sleeping is hardly a waste, Y/N,” Tim mumbles. You see his eyes roll beneath his eyelids, his lashes gently moving against each other. His head rests lazily on his pillow, his arm slung comfortably over your stomach. Tim lay on his side, facing you whereas you lay straight on your back.
“That’s rich, coming from you,” You pretty much snort, “C’mon, there’s so many things we can spend the night doing.”
“Movies, games, cuddling and all that stuff.” You roll on top of him, your stomach and chest pressed against his own, hair falling over the side of your face like a soft curtain.
Tim sighs at the warmth of your body against his. Without realizing it, his hands move to your hips, fingers sneaking up your shirt barely a single inch. His thumb caresses your skin causing goosebumps to litter the surface.
“Can I touch you?” He mumbles, his eyelids fluttering as he looks at you with lidded eyes. Your own eyes fall to his lips, noticing his teeth grazing over his bottom lip. Ignoring the heat that rises to your cheeks, you nod sheepishly.
You shiver at the soft feeling of the skin of his strong and calloused hand gently gliding over your stomach, your breath catching in your throat as your own head falls to his neck. You place light kisses on his skin, lightly biting here and there as you teasingly avoid the spot which you knew he loved for you to nibble.
You pull away, smirking as you felt a press against your leg, knowing exactly what the situation was. Of course, it was never difficult for you to make Tim’s thoughts and feelings run wild but you never thought you would be able to get him so eager so soon. Coming to a hasty agreement with yourself, you decide to tease him a little.
“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”
“Oh, shut up,” Tim groans, throwing his head back his grip on your hips tightens. “It’s a waste of time asking stupid questions. You know exactly what you do to me.”
Summary: You never expected to get a reply at two in the morning, let alone have these marks change your life.
Prompt: “Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.”
Author’s notes: Oh, shit, this request has been sitting in my drafts for so long. Thank you for your patience, Madison!! I haven’t written RPF in a loong time since I’m always afraid people will come at me with pitchforks and fire bc I wrote RPF. Oh well!
Another sleepless night, huh?
You stare at the ceiling for a few more seconds before you roll over to turn on the lamp.
The clock glows a disappointing 2:13 AM.
You haven’t been getting much sleep lately but found that doodling often calmed you enough to lull you to sleep. Digging into the bedside drawer for a Sharpie, you start to play around with a flower design. Marveling at your handy work on your forearm, you start to notice a mark appear next to one of the flowers.
Requests are open?? Yeeeeyy! Can u please do a Newt X Slytherin reader fluff again? But this time can u featuring a quidditch match of Newt as the chaser, and the slytherin girl was either playing on the opposite team or cheering for him? That’s up to you;) but just newt, chaser, Fluff!! Ahhhh can’t wait!!
from the lovely @onesimariltorulethemall;
Word Count: 1360;
A/N: Haha, y’all know I can never back down from some competitivity! Again, I’m extremely sorry about the hiatus, you can find a detailed explanation and update right here. I hope you’ll enjoy!
“Excuse me!” The voice of a Muggle distinguishes itself from the seemingly
constant humming of the city. It just so happens that the aforementioned Muggle
is the one who, mere seconds earlier, tripped over your companion’s case just
as you were trying to blend in the crowd gathered in front of the bank.
Naturally- and quite unfortunately, the kerfuffle around you and Newt
drew the attention of the woman who had been keeping the sea of people so
hooked to her words.
“You, friend! What drew you to our meeting today?” She speaks directly
to the wizard sitting right by your side. Newt, quite startled by the attention
he’s granted, visibly stumbles over his words.
“Oh… I was just… passing…” Just as you were planning a clever way to
cut him off, the woman addresses him.
“Are you a seeker? A seeker after truth?” The woman presses; in a
moment of temporary silence, you can swear you heard your heartbeat- or was it
Newt’s? Either way, you cannot hold back the smile as you can virtually predict
his answer. A few years of traveling together come with one’s mannerisms
rubbing off on the other.
“I’m more of a Chaser, really.” He replies, the shadow of a smile
tugging at the corner of his lips. And it is prompted by those words that
moments later, your mind is enraptured by a whirlwind of memories, taking you
all the way back into your Hogwarts years.
“And Slytherin’s Keeper,
(Y/N)(L/N)!” The host’s booming voice echoes through the Quidditch Pitch. You fly
in, steadily gripping your broom.
You’d have liked nothing more than to have the confidence to say that
this game was going to be easy. However, the Hufflepuffs had an incredibly good
team this year. You were told countless times to watch out for their newest
Chaser, late bloomer Newton Scamander. He seemed to be the Golden Boy on Hufflepuff’s
team. From what you had heard, their Seeker was painfully close to being
decent, as well.
In other words, you had to be extremely careful- the Quidditch Cup was at stake, after all.
You watched from above as the Captains shook hands before you all took
your positions. With baited breath, you waited for the moment your teacher would
unleash the enchanted little beasts. Your hands were secured on your broom,
your knuckles starting to whiten from the urgency with which you were gripping
When the teacher did finally release the Quaffle, the Bludgers and the
Snitch, you immediately switched into game mode. Your eyes were set only on the
approaching members of the opposing team as you tried to block their advances.
However, over the course of the match, the Quaffle did slip past your
form multiple times, and the Hufflepuffs managed to score. With each Quaffle
you missed, you promised yourself you weren’t going to let another one slip.
The blasted Hufflepuff Chaser really was
Time passed, the scores raised and the Snitch was still nowhere to be
found. You were starting to grow weary. Positioning yourself in front of the
middle hoop, you straightened up and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.
When you opened them up, you weren’t faced with a very pleasant sight.
The Golden Boy of the Hufflepuff team was getting dangerously close to
the hoops. Your eyes followed the Quaffle being passed from Chaser to Chaser,
skillfully watching the developments. Just then, you heard another Hufflepuff
shout a warning to Scamander- he turned around just in time to dodge a speeding
Bludger. However, as he did so, your attention quickly diverted from the incoming
Quaffle to the rushing Bludger now mere feet away from you and your instincts
Your hands yanked the broom upwards and in a matter of seconds, a lot
of things happened.
The first one was Newt Scamander throwing the Quaffle in the loop you
just flew over. The second was the Bludger hitting the back of your broom with
immense force. The third was in close relation to the second; one could think
of it as the flower child of the second occurrence and Newton- not Scamander,
but Isaac. You were plummeting to the ground.
There was a fourth thing, but that went pretty much unnoticed-
Hufflepuff’s Seeker caught the Snitch before yours did, promptly ending the
However, the game wouldn’t have lasted for long as it is, because now
a very shell-shocked (Y/N)(L/N) was headed straight for the ground, with Scamander
hot on their tail.
You fell, and as soon as he registered it, he steered his broom in
your direction. He didn’t manage to catch you in time, though- the pull of the
Earth was too strong. Thankfully, there were people specifically prepared for
this type of situation- one of them being the referee. She fired off a quick
spell just when you were about two feet from the ground, freezing you in the
Newt almost collapsed head-first. It took him all his strength (which
wasn’t little) to be able to safely land.
From that moment on, an argument begun.
Your team was trying to argue that someone jinxed your broom or the
Bludger. Newt was trying to get the referee to call for a rematch. The other
Hufflepuffs were rightfully trying to knock some sense into the Slytherins. And
you? You were doing your best not to punch the Beater who stupidly aimed for
Scamander just when he was in front of the loops to a pulp.
Half an hour later, though, the situation cleared. The Hufflepuffs
would have won even if that goal wouldn’t have scored- they did catch the
Snitch. Newt was relentless in his attempts to get a rematch, saying the Snitch
was caught after you fell and other points that did make sense- sadly, they
fell on deaf ears.
The only thing that made him calmed down was you going up to him and
managing to shut him up, despite not knowing the next thing about each other.
You went back into the locker room, showered, changed, cursed and
moped over your broom for a bit before leaving to get what would hopefully be a
nap back in the Common Room. Just as you were leaving, however, you heard your
name beckoned by a velvety voice. You turned, only to see the teen of the hour.
“Scamander.” You greeted. “What’s up?”
“Hey… How are you feeling?” He asked, skidding to a stop and brushing
one hand through his hair. You had to give it to him, though, he was pretty
handsome. Well-built but lean at the same time, his hair was dripping wet and
his eyes were glowing from the excitement that seemed to perpetually flood him.
“I’m fine, thanks.” You warmly smiled at him. “My broom, however-
she’s not doing nice.”
“She?” He perked up, looking
amused by the affectionate way you thought of your broom.
“Yeah. Problem?” You tease, waiting to see what his reaction was going
“Me? I’d never.” He playfully quips, raising his eyebrows and his arms
“Good to know.” You reply. “Thanks, by the way.” You start, pausing
for a second to clear your throat. “It was nice of you to- you know.” You add,
gesturing to show how he zoomed after your falling self. “Although I didn’t
really need any help, it was
“Hey, no problem.” He replies, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he
smiles. “So, would you want to grab a Butterbeer? In honour of your fallen
broom. She was very brave.” He asks, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his
trousers, trying to put on a stoic mask.
“I’d love to.” You beam. “Just let me drop my gear in the Common Room,
“Alright. See you in ten at the front gate?” He asks, cocking an
“Make it fifteen; I need to hit the bathroom.”
“Fifteen it is, then.” He laughs.
As you were heading for the castle, it was that laugh of his that
locked a smile on your face, broom shattered into pieces and all.
You really couldn’t wait to find out more about Newt Scamander.
A/N: Haha, I just had to come back to the local Cinnabun, didn’t I? On that note, I still haven’t ever had a cinnabun from Starbucks- I’m working on it.
As always, let me know if you enjoy, if you want to be tagged, if you have any other requests or literally anything else?? I always love chatting with y’all! My askbox is right here, open for everyone- the anon is on, everything cool (tags are under the read more).
(can you tell the need for asks is real bc you should)
so, wednesday i hit 600 followers, which just blows my mind. i cannot believe 600 people like my blog enough to put up with my shitposting,but i thought (since the last time i did this, my followers were cut in half), that i should post a little appreciation. the following list is in alphabetical order so none of y’all can get salty ;)
my main squeezes
@bittenchildremus: you were probably the second or third remus i actually talked to on this blog, and i really love your portrayal! we’ve become really friendly ooc and you’re always so kind and warm to me! i love all of your characters over on @fireofmanyhearts and i appreciate your constant patience with me <3
@chasingxprongs: oh, becky, becky, becky. where do i begin with you? you swept me up into a ship that i hadn’t even known existed before we met. when i look at my list of blogs i’m following, you’re the third blog on there, so i started following you way back in the beginning. i remember when it was u and daisy and your other friend playing the marauders and i was like… super highkey on the outside, wanting an in. and then somehow we created this mess? like… god your james is just so brilliant? he meshes so well with my sirius and i could write a book with you. i’d wait a lifetime for one of your replies. i love you so much!
@extremelyxshabby: we only recently became mutuals and here you are, on this list! well, i want to tell you that i caught a glimpse of your writing and followed you right away. i read your rules and was like ‘well, shit, she is not gonna like me’. but somehow we’re like??? dying over wolfstar? you have such a fantastic hold on remus as a character, he’s so intricate and well-thought out. and, like you said, i summoned you from ship hell somehow… and i’m soooo glad we started talking because you’ve definitely made my time in the last week super duper enjoyable! i think you’re a great writer and super fun to talk to ooc, too, and i love to live in mutual destruction <3
@junkyardrejects: daisy, i cannot believe we reconnected in a completely different fandom a year after we met. i love everything that you do and i admire your capabilities and how you juggle things. i aspire to be as focused and driven as you are, and to have as good a hold on my many muses as you do. i wish we talked more, but i love you all the same!
@puddlcs/ @princelydoe / @piousboy: joey, i was so intimidated by you at first because i thought you thought i was annoying. i come to find out later that you were one of my best friends, waiting to happen. your oc is fucking flawless and your portrayal of snape and credence are my favorites. you made me ship things i never thought i would, and i love everything we write together. on top of that, you’re a fucking phenomenal friend and you have, without fail, been there for me since we became friends. we just clicked and i’m so glad i have you. i love you very much!
@the-defected-one: ok so i can’t remember exactly who was writing with you, but it was someone i trusted on my dash, and i started following you immediately bc i was in need of some reg/siri feels. and BOY-OH-BOY did you fucking deliver? i cannot believe how fleshed out your regulus is as a character? i cannot believe your words. you blow me away with each and every reply. you know those people you meet and you just click with? as with joey above, that happened with me and you, and i’m so fucking grateful we found one another bc my life would be so much more lackluster without you, g. you’re my soulfriend and i adore you.
@xmusiisms: is this best for last? oh, wait, i’m not allowed to say that. -shifty eyes- jessica, my sweet love who found me randomly through a request in the colin ford tag three fucking years ago. it goes without saying that you will always be on one of these shitty posts. i love you so muhc. you’ve stuck with me through sooo much and you always have my back and are always there to talk to me about whatever. i fucking love all your characters, your ocs are flawless, and oh my god the Blacks! as long as i rp, and you do too, i will be here to write with you.
Roman Reigns/OC: Angry
Roman smut where he ends up yelling, “You like that shit? You like that shit?!
Huh?!” bc we need more angry Roman smut in our lives, ofc. The daddy kink just
happened. I love it tho. I love the daddy kink I have a problem. Requested by @oraclegazes Tagging @theshieldsbucky@queenreignsempire@tox-ambrose I hope that’s everyone. If I forgot you, I apologize.
Also sorry all my imagines end up with someone getting choked. That should tell you a lot about me as a person. It be like that sometimes.
You sigh, looking outside of the underground’s window, staring at the walls passing fastly.
Finally the day arrived.
You have been waiting for this day for months. Today is your birthday and, as childish as it could sound, you are really excited. But, unfortunately, the day didn’t start as you planned. When you woke up, you found the bed empty, a note left on your boyfriend’s side.
‘I went on a early run. Happy birthday’
You looked at the paper full of shaky hearts and smiled, getting up. Then when you tried to start your car a strange smoke started to make its way out of your car.
You opened the door and slammed it back, walking towards the underground.
Now you are sited near the doors, your head leaned on the pole next to you.
You look up checking the stops, trying not to miss yours.
“Next stop is Hell’s Kitchen”
You take your bag and get up, waiting for the underground to slow down.
The first thing you feel when you are out is the wind, then you notice the rain and the cold.
“You must be kidding me” you mumble looking at the sky.
You pinch your nose and take a deep breath trying to calm yourself.
“Let’s do this” your hands fall again on your bag and you start running under the rain, trying to get home.
When you open the door a pleasant smell hits you.
“Frank?-you take off your jacket and go to the kitchen- Are you cooking?”
“Yes and happy birthday” he smirks at you, making you melt.
You smile and run to your boyfriend, hugging him tightly.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Frank. I love you”
Frank smiles, a real smile, and walks to you. His hands reach your face to caress it softly.
“You are the one that does a lot for me and I love you too”
Frank leans in and kisses you softly.
“Now sit down”
Everything is amazing.
Your boyfriend is amazing.
He is perfect, the man of your dreams.
“Why are you staring at me? Shouldn’t you watch the movie?”
Frank snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Maybe I wanted to look at something more beautiful” you smirk, winking at him.
Frank’s stays silent and your smile starts fading, you looking at him worried.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time and I know that I am ready”
Frank takes out of his jacket a little box and when he opens it, a beautiful ring pokes out.
“I love you Y/N, you are my anchor, my salvation, the thing that keeps me going.
I love every part of you, and I swear to protect you no matter what, so Y/N L/N, would you marry me?”
You wipe your tears away, laughing.
“Of course I would, Frank”
OK SO MARICHAT MAY COPYCAT GAVE ME A REALLY GREAT IDEA FOR A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC
but rn I dunno if I can post it on this actual day because I’m writing all the ideas and also screaming and it is very hard to write while screaming, I find.
ALSO ALSO like I said before I’ll still be trying to complete the Marichat May calendar even after May bc… whispers I’m marichat trash…… ahahahaha haaaa
also, yes, I saw your requests and THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAaa but I’m a slow worker so I’m sorry pls patient thx c’:
AND UMM I’m like super shy talking about the thing but I’m so happy that my stupid af comics get a lot of notes and your tags/comments make me so happy and inspire me and make me tear up a lil and just thank you so much pls live well and prosper ok? ok
edit: i forgot to mention but if it’s not obvious enough, i read everything including tags when i can i just feel like a creeper doing it so i don’t mention it but now i did so i hope no one thinks i’m a creeper now ok i’ll just go and leave bye
If you say you respect women, you would not reblog their non-sexual images to your porn blogs
Honestly, that’s hella disrespectful
I’m not here for your sexual consumption, to get you off.
Just because you find an image to be sexy does not make it sexy. If i say in the tags for porn and fetish and nsfw blogs to NOT REBLOG my images, bc I do not want to be associated with pornbot blogs etc, please respect my request
I mean, I have zero qualms with blocking you, reporting you, and putting your name out there for everyone to see that you’re disrespectful and misogynystic and clearly have a problem understanding and following orders
The only reason i go through my activity feed is so that i can block pornbots and blogs… I understand many of you respect my blog and follow and like but don’t reblog, but you have your likes visible and idk who follows you, I need not be harassed and such daily.
I don’t remember the last time I had a day where I didn’t block any porn blogs
Do you know how that feels?
Please, if your blog is primarily nsfw, do not reblog my selfies
Corbin/OC: Dean and Baron can’t seem to come to an agreement over who your alpha
is, so they take to you to find out. Rough smut AND CHOKING BC Y’ALL KNOW HOW
MUCH I LOVE THAT SHIT. Requested by @redalternativefirefly Tagging @tox-ambrose and @suckthatskittlebiiitch bc of thirst party Saturday, it’s lit.
I literally stayed up
all night just to write this and was gonna queue it for later in the day but it’s 5 am and I refuse to wait so here it is lmao.