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clothes of the majors I’ve met

English: stylish enough, glasses, won’t look me in the eye when I wear crocs, lots of things on their keychains

Computer science: the hoody-jeans squad, did CS so they would never have to wear a suit

philosophy: tank-tops, no shoes, pajama bottoms

art students: either rocking that depression sweater or making some sort of statement I missed

Psychology: leggings or sweatpants, pastels, long hair and messy top-knots

engineering: same as CS, bags under their eyes, lot’s of pins

International relations: mostly H&M and going hard for some unknown European flavor

archeology/anthro: beads & warm colors, always give me the vibe they would rather be covered in dirt right now

law school: forced into suits when required, otherwise have 2 day old makeup on or 7 o’clock beard shadow

teaching/nursing: look more comfortable than me, practical shoes

aerospace: how do all of you own the same einstein shirt?

history/humanities: left any sense of fashion in the 18th century, baseball caps, forget to wear socks with their shoes

business school:

Beauty Magic

I want to talk a little bit about beauty magic.
WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.

Originally posted by 365daysofwhitegirl

To make a long, sad story short, I always hated looking in the mirror because I hated what I saw. I thought I was an ugly fuck and I’d avoid the mirror as much as I could to not see who was staring back at me. When I came upon witchcraft, overtime, I realized that I was neglecting myself of being who I am, beautiful. 

I really love incorporating magic into what can make me feel beautiful and empowered and the way I do so is by using music beauty magic to aid me while I take showers, put on makeup, get dressed, etc. It has helped me see that I am truly beautiful for who I am with flaws and all, and I would like to share with you that you too are just as beautiful as I. We are beautiful.

Lets take this one step at a time: 

Morning Slumps to Magic Mornings

For me, this is one of the hardest parts of my day. I look like hell; makeup smeared, hair in knots and messy, clothes twisted, goop in eyes, morning breath, I mean, mornings are just not my thing and I have truly felt disgusting while working my way up to getting ready. While thinking to myself how gross I am, it made me less ambitious and made me less willing to look past what I found ugly. So as I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and got ready for my day I already had in mind how ugly I am by focusing on the negative. Thoughts are SO powerful and what we think is what we will see.

Beauty Magic Tip One:
Make a playlist called “Beauty” or a title that makes you feel empowered/beautiful. Have your coffee, eat your breakfast, whatever your routine is. Make your playlist and only put in songs that make you feel beautiful, music that makes you feel sexy, and strong. When you are finished with your morning routine, brush your teeth, and when you are done turn on your playlist. Take a shower while you have that playlist going and think about how beautiful you are and how strong your are.

BONUS:

  • If you sing the songs as you shampoo/condition/wash your body you are washing that beauty all over you and having it soak into your pores and washing off any negativity that lingers. You don’t have to sing, only do if you are comfortable with it. 
  • If you are a witch who can’t be open with your magic this is a great way to do beauty magic since you are alone (well, assuming, haha) in the shower. The most you have to worry about is having someone ask you to turn down the music or tell you to stop singing in case you are too loud.
  • If you are a spoonie witch this is a great way to do powerful magic because all you need is your thoughts and a playlist for your tools (and your voice if you choose to sing).

NOTES:

  • Based off of experience (I take hot ass showers) your electronics can get ruined in warm and humid places overtime if you have them in the bathroom with you, if so, make sure that you keep the bathroom well ventilated. 
  • I hate to admit it but sometimes while I am showering and I get really into a song and I dance a bit (fuck can’t believe I admitted it but moving past, haha) just please be careful. There have been a couple times where I have almost fallen, haha.

Beauty Magic Tip Two: 
While you get ready for your day (doing your hair, getting dressed, putting on your makeup) have your Beauty playlist going on and think about how beautiful you are and sexy you are. This can aid in getting you energized for the day ahead. 

BONUS: 

  • If you would like, while you get ready and listen to your encouraging music keep a rose quartz on/near you. This can add that little extra oompf. 
  • Again, a great way to incorporate magic if you are one who can’t be open with your craft. Who is going to tell you that you can’t listen to music and get ready at the same time? 
  • If you are a spoonie witch this is a great way to do powerful magic because all you need is your thoughts and a playlist for your tools (and your voice if you choose to sing). 

NOTES: 

  • This is just me personally but I can’t sing and put on makeup, that ends in the result of stabbing myself in the eye, haha. Be careful dearie! 
  • Rose quartz is one of many crystals that can be used to add a little extra loving energy / beauty magic. If you feel connected to another crystal that makes you feel beautiful use it! 
  • If you are a spoonie witch don’t overwhelm yourself. Chronic pain can sometimes get the better where you can’t get ready like you want for your day, and that’s okay. All you need are your positive thoughts and have your playlist going, you are beautiful.

Afternoon Blues to Swingin’ Days

Afternoons are where I feel the most sluggish because its the middle of the day and I am still busy doing my shit (cleaning, working, so forth). Afternoons can feel as if they drag on because you are waiting for the work/school day to be over with so you can go home and chill the fuck out. 

Beauty Magic Tip Three:  
While your are working/in school and you have a moment to yourself just think about how gorgeous you are. Keep a positive attitude about yourself because words and thoughts are powerful. 

BONUS:

  • You can bring along with you a self love spell jar/sigil/crystals along with you to work/school and keep it tucked away in your purse/wallet/backpack where ever as long as it is on your personally. 
  • All you need for this are your thoughts and positive vibes. Great for spoonie witches. 

NOTES: 

  • You can honestly do this whenever throughout the day since all you need are your thoughts. I just like doing this while in the middle of my day because it is a gentle reminder that I am beautiful no matter what I am doing.
  • Again, use any kind of crystal that resonates with you and beauty. 

Beauty Magic Tip Four: 
When the day is finally over and you are on your way home put on that playlist and sing your heart out. 

NOTES: 

  • If you are underage and aren’t driving yourself and have to ride the bus or carpool with others but still want to listen to your playlist on your way home, plug in your headphones. You don’t have to sing, singing is just a bonus. Listen to the music, let yourself feel beautiful. 
  • If you are driving yourself home, (this is just me personally) but I crank up the music and sing my ass off bring in the loving vibes after a long day. 

Gloomy Evenings to Enchanting Nights

I love nighttime. For me, it’s the time to really get connected with my being. The stars shine down on our hearts showing us that glitter of beauty that we each carry. We are all apart of the universe, that beauty is always within us as long as we are willing to open our eyes and see the natural beauty that we hold.

Beauty Magic Tip Five: 
Nighttime shower, read Beauty Magic Tip One along with notes and bonus section. This method can be applied to night and morning showers. 

Beauty Magic Tip Six: 
Magical baths allow us to soak in the properties of whatever kind of magic we are doing. Fill your bath up with water, add bubbles if you would like, and before you get in put on your Beauty playlist. Instead of singing, just listen. Let the words soak into your pores as the water will do. 

BONUS

  • You can add candles, herbs, essential oils, incenses, crystals around your bath that are related to beauty/loving energies. 
  • A great way for witches who can’t be open about their craft to do magic because you are taking a bath, you can say you just need to relax after a long day. 
  • Awesome for spoonie witches. You are soaking in the tub of your beauty and all you need is your thoughts and playlist going.  

NOTES:

  • If you are using essential oils/herbs make sure you DO YOUR RESEARCH. Don’t use anything that can be harmful for your body.
  • If you are using crystals make sure you DO YOUR RESEARCH. Don’t use any crystals that will dissolve in water, or can’t be near water, or that can make your water toxic in case accidents happen. 
  • It’s best that you don’t have your phone on your during this bath. Focus on yourself, on your beauty, and all the love you should be giving to yourself.
  • Personally, when I do this I don’t like to sing (and I love singing, haha). One, because it is nighttime and people in the house are asleep. Two, because I like to completely lose myself in the bath and relax. So keep the music low and peaceful so you can soak up all that beautiful energy.
  • Don’t have your electronic on the edge of the tub while your music is going. Personally, I use my phone (its an iPhone, all my music is there) and I don’t know about you but I am a clumsy fucker and I can’t afford losing that shit, haha. So keep your music going somewhere in ear shot (on the vanity or on a shelf in your bathroom, wherever water won’t damage your electronics.)

Beauty Magic Tip Seven:
I have acne issues and they bug the shit out of me but it doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful. So before I go to bed I wash my face (with lavender soap) and put on a special remedy I personally make to get rid of my acne. After your shower or before you go to bed, washing your face is a BIG helper to keep yourself beautiful. Keep a special towel that is specifically used for washing your face. Cleaning your face with some water and soap that is proper for your skin can do you wonders. While you wash your face think how powerful you are and how beautiful you are.

BONUS: 

  • If you have acne and are curious about my remedy watch this video to see how I do it.
  • You can have your Beauty playlist going on as you wash your face, adding that that extra oompf of gorgeous to your magic. 
  • This is a great way to incorporate magic if you are one who can’t be open with your craft. If someone asks what you are doing all you have to say is that you are taking care of yourself, which, well you are!

NOTES: 

  • If you are using the acne remedy of mine make sure that you are able to use it. It contains tea tree essential oil, not everyone can use that for their skin so please DO YOUR RESEARCH. I am not responsible for if something goes wrong because I am warning you now what works for me may not work for you, so test the waters and make sure you use ingredients that are safe for your skin.
  • While washing your face keep your electronics away from you if you are playing your Beauty playlist as you wash your face. This is just from personal experience but I am a messy fucker when it comes to washing my face. I wish I could be as graceful as those ladies on TV splashing water on my face with no effort, but yeah, this is real life and water gets EVERYWHERE. So, if you are like me, keep that in mind if you want your music playing. 
  • You don’t have to have music going, it’s optional. I just love music and incorporate it with anything magical I do. 
  • This can be overwhelming for spoonie witches (especially if you are one who has chronic pain in hands/wrists) because you are in motion washing your face so do what you can, if it is too painful to do then I recommend not doing this.

Beauty Magic Tip Eight: 
As you are laying in bed, right before you fall asleep say out loud, in your head, or whisper “I shine bright like my brothers and sisters of the night sky.” or “I am beautiful.” 

BONUS: 

  • Sleep with a rose quartz crystal to have the beauty of yourself always be with you, even in your dreams. 

NOTES: 

  • You can honestly say anything you’d like before you fall asleep, the two examples I provided are just ones that I say. Anything along the lines to you being beautiful will bring you beauty and charm. 
  • You don’t have to use rose quartz. If you connect to another crystal that provides you the same beautiful/loving energies use it!

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NOTE
I wanted to save these for the very end. 

  • Beauty magic isn’t so that others will see you and think “Holy fuck, they are SO beautiful. I MUST HAVE THEM.” It isn’t like that. This kind of magic is about you seeing yourself as beautiful. 
  • Regarding your playlist, you can have ANY music that makes YOU feel beautiful. If the song makes you feel strong, sexy, beautiful, charming, empowered, whatever go ahead and use it! 

This is just a taste of music from my personal Beauty Playlist to help you get an idea: 
Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, Sugar Magnolia by Grateful Dead, She Is Beautiful by Andrew W.K., Oh Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison, Lovingest Woman In Town by Albert King, Humans by The Scene Aesthetic, My Little Girl by The Jeff Healey Band, Cigarettes and Coffee by Otis Redding.

Like I said, you can use whatever kind of music you want as long as you feel beautiful. (Don’t be rude, please don’t give me any shit for my taste in music.)
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So there we have it, a list of different ways you can incorporate beauty magic within your lives, and yes I know most of the tips have something to do with music but I am someone who incorporates music into everything I do magically. 

I hope you all enjoyed this post and if you use these tips, let me know how it works for you and tell me what you added to make it your personal style.

Stay beautiful darlin’.

Much Love,
Adrianna 😘  

KAI PARKER X READER


Broken

Desc: Can you do a Kai imagine where he meets a girl who has the same past as him (except the whole killing family thing was in self defense) & well shy and quiet she seems to be the only one who sees something in him & stands up for him & laughs at all his jokes & he doesn’t understand why he loves bringing her out of her shell & seeing her laugh at his dorky jokes & basically a imagine where they, two people who have been scorned by love, fall in love & learn to understand it ❤

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She ran into him by accident. It was around two in the morning, and the stars dotted the black canvas in the sky like sprinkles of golden fairy dust. It was cool out, the gentle breeze just enough to bring goosebumps to her skin, and it smelt of the fresh pine trees of the forest she was running through. Her hair was pulled atop her head in a loose and messy knot, oversized sweater hanging over her palms, her eyes hooded and lips chapped. The girl’s battered combat boots smacked against the leaf strewn ground, her breath heavy, leather bag dangling off her shoulder as she sprinted like her life depended on it. 

“Aghh!”

The girl slammed face first into something, her hands coming up to massage her face as she groaned out in pain. She inhaled a raspy breath, blinking around in bewilderment when she realized there was nobody and nothing there.

“Hello?” she uttered into the desolate forest.

“Hi.”

The voice was almost inaudible, so faint and nervous she almost missed it. It seemed to come from directly in front of her, and yet when she stared in the direction of the voice, all she saw was the dark outline of a faded oak. Suddenly, a boy melted from the shadows, literally seeping out in human form. He was tall and lanky, with ruffled brown hair and shining blue eyes that were filled with hurt. The moonlight cast shadows across his sculpted facial curves, full lips, and faint stubble. He’d been cloaking himself with an invisibility charm, smart.

“You have magic,” the girl stated in disbelief, tilting her head and looking the boy over with curiosity.

“And that doesn’t scare you?” his voice rumbled low.

She narrowed her eyes, “no.”

The girl raised a hand towards the boy, and a golden wisp of light erupted from her pale fingertips and engulfed the two in an orb of glimmering light so they could see only each other in the folds of the dark night. The boy stared at the girl in awe, his mouth hanging open a little. He looked her over, impressed.

“You too,” he breathed.

“Me too,” she responded, feeling suddenly shy when he looked her over with those startlingly blue eyes.

“And what are you doing running through the forest in the middle of the night?” he asked, brow arched.

“I could ask you the same,” she says, folding her arms over each other.

“No, really,” he asks sincerely.

“You wouldn’t get it,” she clenches her jaw, and he picks up on the little pulse and crinkle in her eyebrows.

“I might just,” he whispers, his eyes flickering back and forth between hers.

She twirls a long curl of hair around her fingertips, eyes planted to the brown soil, heart sinking. The memories pain her to think about, and when she does, the golden orb around them falters momentarily. 

“I’m running,” she admits with a heavy sigh.

“From?”

“My family,” she swallows hard at the lump in her throat, eyes coming back to the boy’s. He doesn’t seem phased at all, but he frowns when he sees her looking so fragile and hurt.

“Anyways,” she shakes her head, snapping out of her trance. “I can’t keep up too long or they’ll find me. So…goodbye, stranger.”

She moves to sidestep the boy, but he grabs at her wrist, shaking his head, “Kai.”

“Kai?” she breathes.

“My name,” his lips twitch faintly.

Her body relaxes, maybe she can stay another minute.

“Well, it’s actually Malachai,” he stumbles softly. “Malachai Parker.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” she says bashfully.

Kai scoffs, “yeah, right.”

“I mean it,” she smiles sympathetically, seeing the look of disgust he has for his own name.

Kai chews his rosy lower lip in disbelief, thinking she’s joking at first, but her facial expression holds still. A breeze swoops gently over them, and he catches a whiff of her sugary perfume, it’s intoxicating, and he wants to move closer to her but he doesn’t.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, letting go of the knit sweater he clung to.

She tells him her name, and asks what he could be doing at such an early hour.

“Running,” he mimics her.

He sees her facial expressions soften, lips bending downwards and eyes saddening. She’s so precious and delicate, nothing like himself.

“From your family?” she whispers, taking a step closer to him.

He couldn’t bear to drag such a fragile girl into his messy life, so he decided to scare her off now rather than later, since lying would only hurt her. And he didn’t want to see her more hurt than she clearly was already. Something about her…he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he only knew she didn’t deserve to be with a disaster like himself.

“No,” he said icily, stiffening his back. “I killed them all.”

The girl froze, heart hammering, instinctively taking a step back.

Good, she was scared. 

“Why?” her voice trembles.

“Because I’m the black sheep,” he laughs bitterly. “I was an outcast in my family my entire life, the broken one, the ‘faulty gemini’. My sister Jo was the perfect one, oh, everyone loved Jo. But not me. No, I was isolated from my own family,” he spits with anger. “I bet it was really nice to stand around and judge me, while they got everything out of life.”

“Why?” she asks again, sounding more curious than frightened now.

Kai cuts her off and draws closer to her, “you should go,” he growls.

“Tell me,” she demands, standing her ground despite every part of her body urging her to run.

She was clearly terrified, but was stubborn enough to try and hide it.

“What makes you think I won’t hurt you?” he says with dark eyes.

“Because I know what it feels like,” she snaps, her face inches from his malicious one.

That expression on his face melted off like ice, and he steps back, “what?”

“Show me,” she responds nervously.

“Show you?” he questions, unable to hold the facade.

He hated the feeling of control the girl seemed to hold over him. Why wasn’t she running yet? Everyone else would have…

“Show me your ability,” she demands quietly, rolling up her lavender sweater and shoving her wrists out to the boy.

“H-how did you know?”

“We’re not so different, you and I,” she says, “just…do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits with a shake of his head. Funny how quickly he switched from selfish and psychotic to caring and compassionate.

“Kai,” she begs.

He takes a rattled breath, his hands clammy as he approaches the defiant girl. He can feel energy radiating from her bloodstream, and he wants it, needs it, like a drug. She doesn’t look afraid as his slender fingers lock lightly on her wrists, the cool rings that decorated his fingers pressing into her skin. Her beautiful eyes hold to his own, and he keeps them locked to hers as the orange glow burns into her flesh. Her magic oozes into his bloodstream, but it’s different than usual, stronger, he thinks. His mouth tips open as he groans from the feeling he’s missed so much, her energy diffusing throughout his body, and he can’t help but close his eyes from the pleasure. Any second now she should be gasping out for him to stop, crumpling from the pain of his siphoning, but she doesn’t. Then he drops her wrists, snapping back to reality, feeling more alive than he has in ages.

“Why didn’t that hurt you?” he breathes, still on a magic high.

“I don’t run out,” she responds flatly.

“How is that not a gift?!” Kai gasps.

“Because when I have so much it makes me overwhelmed, and I- I can’t control it. My emotions tip even just a little, and my magic comes spilling out of me. The rest of my family thought they could just fix me, because I was some sort of threat to out coven. A-and sometimes I only wanted to help, but it makes me do bad things…hurt people,” she mutters, eyes to the floor. “It’s darker magic, watch.”

The girl stoops low to the ground, where a small pink flower blossoms innocently from the ground. She brushes her fingers to the soft petals, and Kai watches as the plant dissolves into black ash under her finger pads.

“My mom came after me one day,” she shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to protect myself.” Her wrist quickly swiped away a falling tear, and she cleared her throat, pretending it was all alright.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap that girl in his arms that instant.

“You don’t scare me, Malachai Parker,” she stands, her body alarmingly close to his.

Nobody ever called him by his full name, this was new.

“You’re not as twisted as me,” he denies. “I’m bad news, a psycho, or sociopath, if you will.”

He runs a hand through his chestnut locks, overwhelmed by the closeness of the girl.

“Stop trying to scare me,” she says. “You’re not like that.”

“And how would you know?”

“You’re not bad, you’re just…broken. I know that feeling.”

Her eyes reflect the golden sparkles around them, hair cascading across her perfect face. Her ability to care confused him.

Kai scoops down to the ground, touching the pile of ashes where the flower was moments ago. His eyes close as he uses his siphoned magic to revive the flower, and soon he’s plucked the rosy thing from the ground and is facing this girl again. She looks at the flower with admiration, the faintest of smiles on her little lips. Kai picks off the stem, and brushes back the girls hair affectionately, sliding the pink flower into the crook of her ear; it suits her wonderfully. Her cheeks blush noticeably, and she chews nervously at her lower lip. He can’t help but trail his fingers across her perfect skin, surprised that she didn’t pull away; nobody ever let Kai touch them. He liked that feeling a lot.

“Look at us,” he says, “two broken pieces.”

“Maybe two broken pieces make a whole one,” she laughs suddenly.

He loved that tinkling bell-like laugh so much, he wanted to hear it again and again.

“You know you’re like, really pretty,” Kai blurts without thinking.

She smiles a radiant smile up at him, “don’t tell me Malachai Parker is actually feeling,” she jokes.

He shoves her playfully, but grabs each of her arms afterwards so that she’ll stay close to him. When he pulls her back, her chest goes thudding against his, and she instantly resumes her nervous stance.

“Hey,” he says, his fingers crawling under her chin and lifting it up so their eyes meet. “You have too much power contain, and I don’t have any at all, maybe if we work together we could balance each other’s faults, you know?”

“Work together?” she blinks up at him. “Not, alone?”

He bends over her, the electric currents of her skin against his driving him crazy with longing. Her lips were so close, begging for his.

“Not alone,” he breathes.

Unknown Territory // Jughead

Summary: Reader is Riverdale’s mysterious teenager. Jughead and the reader share a lot of firsts and she’s going to be his first time until feelings are said and plans change. How will everyone react when sophomore starts with a new couple.

Characters: Jughead x Reader, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Archie Andrews

Words: 1212

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters that appear in this story.

Warnings: Allusion to sex, swearing, and fluff

Author: Caitsy

Requested: No.

Tagging: At the bottom.

A/N Popped into my head. This is set in the summer before sophomore and Jason is not mentioned what so ever in this.

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Originally posted by juptern

Jughead Jones, little was known when it came to the strange but real teen that was almost always alone. Everybody knew that Jughead and Archie Andrews were best friends; after a short period no one knew why they didn’t hang together anymore.

There was one person that was the true mysterious teen. You were the girl with the trademark dark eyeliner and computer. It wasn’t known what you did on it but the hint was the large studio headphones that more than likely covered your ears.

Last year was when you caught the attention of Jughead more than any other year. He craved mystery but he craved you more.

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Want (Snowbaz)

{takes place over Christmas at Baz’s, after the kiss and before the humdrum appears; probably not canon compliant}

I wake up with the bed empty next to me. I’d given up sleeping on the couch after Baz and I well, kissed. I haven’t really let myself think about it, but I know I want to keep doing this, whatever this is. I roll over, pushing the sheets off my legs and look around.

The fire in the hearth is just embers, glowing softly. Heavy red curtains block the light that threatens to shine through the windows. I stretch and push myself up, yawning as I try to wake myself up.

“Baz?” I call softly.

There’s no answer so I get up and pad barefoot down the stairs. The house is silent, a quiet morning fog. I pause at the bottom of the stairs and listen again.

“Baz?” I say, a little louder.

I hear distant sounds, someone moving around, and follow the noises to the kitchen. Baz is there, his hair tied up in a messy knot. I pause in the doorway, leaning against the frame to watch him. Baz looks focused as he watches a pan on the stove, his eyebrows furrowed. My stomach growls at the smell of food frying and he turns.

“Simon,” he says. “Of course you wake up for food.”

I roll my eyes, unsure of what I can and can’t do around him. Unsure of what I want to do.

He scrapes eggs and bacon from the pan onto a plate and hands it to me. I stare at it a moment and walk to the counter, sliding onto a stool. Baz joins me on the other side and just watches as I eat. I clear my throat.

“You know you can eat around me right? I know you’re a vampire.”

“Right.” A small smile curves on his lips. I slide the plate closer to him and watch as he picks up a piece of bacon and puts it into his mouth.

“So do you have to drink blood like every day?” I ask, unable to stop myself. He rolls his eyes but the smile still on his face tells me he’s not really annoyed.

“I’m most comfortable if I feed every day, but I can last about a week if I need to,” he explains.

“Well you can feed if you want,” I say, “I don’t mind.”

His smile grows and he looks down. I love making him smile. So much more than antagonizing him.

“Maybe later,” he replies, “We have things to do.”

I tilt my head. “What things?”

“Christmas shopping,” he says. At my obvious look of surprise he huffs a laugh.

“What do you think i do all day? Sit up in my room plotting?”

I shrug and blush, turning back to the eggs on my plate. Baz grabs another piece of bacon and pushes himself off the counter.

“I need to get presents for my siblings, so I figured you could just tag along. Unless you want to stay here all day by yourself.”

I shudder and stand up. “Let’s go Christmas shopping.”

Baz drives us into town and parks near a small street of shops. The area is crowded with people doing last minute shopping, bustling and loud. I’m content to just pull my jacket tight around me and follow Baz. I’ve never seen this side of him: carefully choosing gifts for his family, focused on his task. While he looks, I browse the shops, just looking around. I find an interesting book to give to Penny and a Dr. Who mug for Agatha. Baz comes to find me, a bag in hand and motions to the door so I follow him out. It’s gotten even more crowded as the day gets later and I start to lose him among the throng of people. Panicked about being left behind I grab for his arm. My hand slides down past his elbow and I end up grabbing his hand instead. As soon as I realize, I let go, but I’ve gotten Baz’s attention so he stops and lets me catch up.

He looks at me for a moment, an odd glint in his eyes before he seems to make a decision. He holds out his hand to me and I stare at his long, pale fingers before sliding my hand into his, a blush blooming on my face as I try not to smile. Baz grips my hand hard, keeping me with him as we walk down the street. We stop at a bakery and get some pastries and coffee for lunch (though I eat most of it), talking and laughing the whole time. I really like this new side of Baz. He’s witty and sarcastic but his eyes shine and his small smile makes fire blossom in my stomach.

When we leave the cafe he offers his hand again and I hold it without any hesitation. We get to the car and he unlocks it, sliding into the driver’s side. I open my door and get in, watching him as he moves his bags to the backseat.

“I want this.” I say, my thoughts escaping my mouth.

He pauses and looks at me. His face unreadable as he stares into my eyes.

“I want this, Baz.” I say, gesturing between us.

He stares a moment longer before closing the gap between us, his lips meeting mine. This kiss is different than the fire and heat of last night. It’s gentle and hesitant and sweet. My hand comes up to his cheek and I kiss him back.

He pulls away slowly, face flushed slightly, and starts the car. As we pull out of the lot, he holds his hand out to me, glancing at me with a smile. I smile back, threading my fingers through his. We hold hands all the way home.

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

Request: could you do #18 from the prompt list pleease? :)

#18 from the new prompt list! (I love your writing btw its my favourite)

Summary:…… It’s a surprise.

Originally posted by gounderoos

Rain thrummed down on the roof in a steady, continuous beat. The scene outside had been fogged by a misty grey illusion displayed from the unfaltering, downpour. A comforting aura had been set since morning from the damp weather, and it was one that you lived, and lusted for the most. The pelting waterfall from the clouds blanketed you with relaxation and delight, as you sat in your window seat, hugged by an over size knitted sweater and warm glass of tea coaxed between your hands. Hours have ran by the clocks, but to you it felt like minutes since you’ve sat down and pondered out the picture window at the range of raindrops. You had not a care in the world, you could sit there all day gazing at everything and nothing for as long as it poured. 

Slipping past your attention, Peter had finally woken up and dragged himself out of the alluring bed you both shared, and slogged into the living room. He wiped the sleep out of his brown watery eyes with his palm, eager to clearly see your figure in the pale, gloomy light. His naked back pressed against the chilling, dark leather chair, tensing his muscles and yanking any drowsiness that remained in his system. He looked upon you, his love, sitting comfortably cross legged in a faded peach colored sweatshirt, and black knee high socks. The over sized fabrics kept most of your complexion hidden, except for a slit between the end of your socks and the hem of your shirt, daring Peter to try and look away. 

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KAI PARKER X READER

DESIRE

gets a lil’ steamy at the end ;)

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She sat in the middle of the Salvatore living room, a warm log fire crackling behind her and sending up flickering orange embers. She was in the middle of the lounge, legs folded over the plush carpet, head bent down in concentration, a thin layer of sweat gathering across her brow. She wore old and ripped black skinnes with a plain white tee, her hair tied up in a messy knot atop her head, strands sticking out here and there. A series of curse words tumbled off her pouted lips, her eyes fluttering open as she growled and grabbed the unlit candle in front of her before promptly sending it flying across the room and smashing into the wall. She breathed in the warm and woody scent of the open room, coming to her feet and narrowing her eyes as they landed on a concerned looking vampire.

“What do you want?” she snapped at Damon before blowing a piece of hair from her eyes.

His dark hair was messy, smoldering eyes avoiding hers, glass of bourbon in hand, as usual.

He pursed his lips, fingers fidgeting, obviously nervous as he responded, “I know you’ve been having some trouble getting your magic to work…”

“And?” she stood her ground, toes sinking into the fluffy carpet.

“I know I can’t really do anything to help you,” he started.

Her brilliantly bright eyes narrowed, and she bit at the inside of her cheek with worry, “you didn’t.”

“He can help you.”

Her heart dropped in her chest, anger flaring as she took three strides forward with her eyes locked on his shameful expression. Suddenly, the glass in Damon’s hand exploded, sending shards everywhere, and liquid pouring across his front. It sliced red into his skin, which healed itself at once, but didn’t wipe that shocked look off his face.

“You still want to tell me you have everything under control?” he growled under his breath.

She turned her back to him, eyes closing as she took in a deep breath, instant guilt settling in, hands running agitatedly through her hair.

“Look, Damon, I’m sor-” she turned back, eyes coming open and landing on someone who was most certainly not a Salvatore.

“Hey, princess.”

Kai was bent against the wooden door frame, arms folded across his chest, blue eyes drinking her up with a flick of his tongue against his rounded lips. He wore a dark tee with a bluish grey flannel, and it matched those eyes, she thought. His hair was perfectly smoothed up, eyebrows raised as a familiar smug expression settled across his infuriatingly perfect features.

“Kai,” she growled.

“Don’t sound so happy to see me,” he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m not,” she insisted.

His eyes narrowed, and he smiled to himself, “mhm, sure.”

“I have this under control,” she said, eyes pulling away from his.

“Say it one more time, and you might actually believe yourself,” he chuckled with a couple steps forward.

She clenched her jaw, and it pulsated lightly as she did her best to keep grounded.

“Aw, did I make you mad?” he said, picking up on this as well as the flare of her cute little nostrils.

“Leave,” she breathed, refusing to look at him.

“No,” he responded, coming closer to her, only a few steps away now.

“LEAVE,” she demanded, the fire in the grate flaring up to twice it’s size as she said it, her anger flooding into her magic without ease.

Suddenly his hands were on hers, fingers locking gently around her wrists, the familiar buzz of magic from his skin sending electrical currents into hers. As he held her, he worked her through the rush, and the fire slowly sunk down, resuming it’s natural glow and flicker after only a second. She took in a raspy breath, eyes opening again to meet Kai’s, her body going into overdrive from the close contact.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, gulping down the lump in her throat.

His lips twitched lightly before splitting into his familiar and goofy grin, “your emotions,” he smiled, dimples lighting his cheeks.

“What about them?” she asked, aware that his hands were still resting against her flesh.

“They’re all over the place,” he said. “That’s why your magic has been all over the place. Your emotions make you have this lack of focus that either results in you doing too little or doing too much.”

“Oh,” she said with disbelief.

He shook his head and dropped her wrists with a chuckle, “you can’t stand when I’m right.”

Kai waved his hands, and the broken candle reformed and zoomed back into place on the carpet, still flameless. The girl sunk onto her knees to sit on the carpet, and Kai towered over her and walked circles around her like predator after prey.

“Light it,” he commanded.

She shot a glare up at the heretic, who only winked in response. Sighing with exasperation, she focused back on the candle, mind buzzing as she urged a flame to appear, feeling more hopeless by the second when it remained stagnant. She bit her tongue, trying again and taking a sharp breath in when absolutely nothing happened.

“That’s what I thought,” Kai said, stooping down to her level.

“Going to mock me?” she hissed.

“No,” he blinked in surprise, sounding genuinely honest.

She didn’t say anything, she only pursed her lips and gave a small nod.

“Relax,” he encouraged softly, “don’t work yourself so hard.”

Kai trailed a finger in the air, and as he did so her hair came undone and went spilling in loose waves across her shoulders. Then he traced a little swirling motion with his slender fingers, which caused her shoulders to settle and body to ease into relaxation. The pressure on her chest seemed to lift, the heat inside of her dissipating. He nodded, approving of his work and smiling at her adorable and confused expression.

“Good,” he said, moving around to come behind her.

Kai got on his knees behind her, the tiniest of gaps between their bodies as he sunk into her back, hands wrapping around her body from behind and sliding up her arms, cool silver rings grazing her skin as his fingertips drew gently to her palms.

“Close your eyes,” he breathed soothingly, “and try again.”

So she did. Her eyes closed, fingers separating as she took in a deep breath. But as she did so, Kai’s overpowering scent entered her lungs, and her mind instantly went into a haze as she drowned in the smell of pine trees and dark spices. His soft flannel wrapped around her as he did, and she couldn’t help but find herself wanting to bury her face into the cozy fabric that pressed into her. Worst of all was that feeling of his chest pressing hard into her back, his heart thumping softly as his breath came trickling across her skin.

“Y/N?” he asked, giving her wrists a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

She tried with all her might to ignore Kai and get the flame to spark, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I’m having trouble…focusing,” she mumbled under her breath, eyes closing as she gave another attempt.

She could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “why’s that?”

She tried to formulate a clever response, but was met with nothing, so chose to ignore him. She shook her head, eyes narrowing as she embraced Kai’s closeness rather than getting distracted by it, and just like that-

“Impressive,” he smiled.

A flame burst to life, flickering gold and red and dancing side to side.

She let out a happy little giggle, “it worked!”

“See? Your emotions,” Kai persisted.

“Or I just figured it out,” she said to the candle, fully aware that Kai was still wrapped around her.

“Magic is driven by emotion, little witch,” he purred softly into her ear, “and if you don’t believe it when I say it, maybe you will when you feel it.”

Kai’s voice had dropped low, and her eyes latched to his momentarily, her head turning to the side as his eyes darkened. The heretic pushed his hands further down, so that his fingers now came lacing through her own, his magnificent blue eyes darting between her own eyes and lips. He bent in closer, force fully pressed into her backside as he breathed across her skin.

“It can be driven by joy, anger, sadness, and even…” he trailed off.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, heart hammering as he dipped his lips inwards.

“Desire,” he finished.

He let her make the decision, which she didn’t think for two seconds about before delving into his lips. Her mouth came crashing against his, a new wildfire starting, but this one inside of her body. Kai squeezed her hands as he rocked his hips lightly into her backside, earning a soft noise of approval from her. He liked the sound a lot, he wanted to hear it again, he thought. Their lips worked in sync, fast and hungry, but this position not being enough for her, she flipped the heretic onto his back and climbed over his chest, straddling him as she shook her hair back and brought her hands sliding across his chest. His hands went flying up, cold rings to her flesh as he went about seizing her head and forcing her back down to his lips, her own hands finding their way into his brown locks. Each brush of their flesh sent a wave of ecstasy like magic into each other’s bloodstream, the need to taste and feel it all rising in their chests. She rolled her hips softly against him, causing Kai’s mouth to fall open, at which point her tongue found it’s way into his mouth. Kai growled with hunger, mouths refusing to part as they both kissed until they had no breath left, each waiting to see if they could hold out longer than the other. His hands went sliding around her thighs and squeezing them roughly, about to hook into them when the two were suddenly aware of a burning sensation. A huge ring of fire had erupted from the candle alone, the magic bursting out from her because of her hunger and lust being all over the place, and it now swarmed their bodies, engulfing the carpet and crawling closer. The girl cursed, having no idea what to do as she stared at the fire with panic, but then she felt Kai’s slender fingers trail across her cheek, and she looked back down at him. He signalled to take a deep breath with him, so she did, closing her eyes and focusing on him, opening them soon after to a fire-less room. Kai blinked up at her with admiration, a proud smirk forming on his lips, blue eyes crinkling with knowing.

Come Here Often?

lin manuel miranda x reader

prompt: When you have time can you do a Lin x reader where Lin is drunk off his butt and the reader has to come pick him up to take him home and the entire time he’s hitting on her?

a/n: i honestly have about 10 other fics i’m writing atm, but instead i’m writing this little fluff

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Sleep was something you didn’t get much of.

Being a nurse, you had long and grueling shifts where you worked your ass off and constantly were treated like trash by doctors. You completed the dirty work whenever needed, and quite frankly, you were ready to lose your mind.

Sleep was something so dear to you. You barely got any peaceful sleep considering your shifts started late at night and continued into early mornings. You worked five days a week with this unusual sleep schedule, and anytime you were able to sleep normally felt like heaven to you.

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Feelings

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: None

AN: Requested by @charliebradbury1104:  Do you already have your 15 request? If by chance you don’t I’d like to make one. Dean x reader where he totally falls in love with everything about her. However, he’s afraid to tell her how he feels. So she has to tell him she loves him first.

I tried writing this more from Dean’s POV than the reader’s for a change. Hope you like it! Thank you to @jalove-wecallhimdean for being the awesome beta she is!

Originally posted by canonspngifs


I’m not sure when it first happened really. It almost seemed to happen overnight. It hit me like a freight train, and it stole my breath and made my heart feel as if it might literally explode inside of my chest. She hadn’t been doing anything out of the ordinary, really. Just research for a case that we had been on at the time. I think it was a kitsune case. Anyway, I’m getting off track here.

She had been sitting with us at the table in this awful motel room somewhere in Oklahoma. We had probably been at it for five or six hours and I remember my brain feeling like it might fall right out of my head if I had to read another word. Just a quick glance up was all it took. She had her hair pulled up into this messy knot on the top of her head, only a pencil holding it in place. Her button up shirt had been thrown aimlessly in the room at some point, leaving her in this worn out black tank top. She had a pen between her teeth, her lips wrapped around it and brow scrunched in deep concentration while her eyes moved quickly across the pages in front of her. That’s when it hit me. That one little glance had turned into a full on stare, my heart began to beat so fast and my palms became sweaty like some teenage boy trying desperately to control his hormones.

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- Chapter Ten -

“There are a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there is only one reason why it should…”


31 weeks

What no one ever warns you about when you are pregnant, is how emotional you really get. Yeah, they will throw it around here and there, use it as an excuse to why they overreact and become a literal space case, but really it’s so much more than that. You truly lose every bit of your ability to mask your feelings. You get angry and boil over faster than a steaming kettle, you cry at the drop of a hat, you even, without meaning to, take things much more seriously than they are intended.

You also became vastly more aware of all of these feelings surging inside you. Even if it’s the very last thing you want to do.


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We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net


There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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noahsche  asked:

She’s so beautiful with her hair tied up, a messy knot on her head, wisps of hair flying out and curled around her head, like a crown of smoke. When she’s stressed out, tiny gears worked in her head turning a jumble of nothing into something wondrous. When she's nervous, her smile quivered as her cold fingers tangled the strings on her sweater, she can’t calm down. Her smile, had teeth like tiny white pearls glimmering from her shy mouth, the mouth I kiss. Correction, the mouth I used to kiss

these are all seriously so beautiful

clingy .

The room is pitch black as your phone alarm blares. Your sleepy body stiffens and you bristle away from the sound, melting further into your boyfriend’s stirring form. He’s cozy around you (his legs tangled in yours, his torso following the curve of your spine), and it makes the action of sitting up that much harder. You shift so your back is resting against the headboard and you rub at your eyes to get them to open.

“S’ too early- stay a little longer,” Shawn slurs as he slings an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

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justanotherbugheadtrash  asked:

Prompt: During their investigation on Jason's murder Jughead almost dies and Betty realizes that she can't leave in a world where he's not in it.

Don’t Leave Me

Warning:  Light violence, gunshot.

“Don’t you do this to me.” She was screaming, hoping that somewhere in there he could hear her. That he would hear her voice and come back to her. They had been stupid to come out to The Wyrm on their own. Not even being the son of the leader of the Southside Serpents could save you if you came into their bar, asking too many questions. They had been standing out in the car park and she hadn’t even seen the gun being pulled, but she heard the shot and the way that his body had jerked back before falling to the ground. She only caught a glimpse of the man running before she started screaming, the sound escaping from her mouth seemed not to belong to her.

She pulled out her phone dialling 911 while simultaneously pulling her coat off, pushing it against his side where she could already see blood pooling. The deep red staining the pristine white. Almost mechanically she told the operator what they needed to know. They were outside a notorious bikers bar no one driving past was going to risk stopping for them, they had to wait for the ambulance. His eyes just stared into her own, terrified, she could see the colour draining from his face, sweat beading on his forehead.

“It’s bad.” He managed to say and she just nodded, blinking back tears as she continued to press against the wound, as the dark red liquid soaked further and further in.

“Just keep still Juggie. There is an ambulance on the way.” She told him as calmly as she could as her tears fell down landing on his cheek and she brushed them away quickly, while one hand maintained the constant pressure on his wound. “I can’t stop it Juggie. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He responded. “I just feel so tired.” He mumbled. His eyes flickering closed. Just for a moment.

“No, no, stay with me Juggie, you can’t leave me.”

“Just for a while.” His voice started to drift off. “Just going to close them for a minute.” He went to close his eyes and she took a sharp intake of breath, which seemed to jolt him, his eyes opening wide. He was so pale. She could hear it in the background the siren.

“They’re coming Jug, I can hear them. Can you hear them?” He didn’t speak just shook his head. “Hold on.” She told him, her hand squeezing his as she looked at the soaked beanie that she was uselessly pushing against his torso.

She rode with him in the ambulance, watched his eyes warily from behind the oxygen mask that they had placed over his mouth as soon as they had entered the vehicle. She had tried to call his dad but got nothing but a machine. She quickly left a voice message before texting Archie to meet them at the hospital, now. She shoved the phone back in her jean pocket before clasping his hand squeezing tight to let him know that she was there. She was waiting for him.

They took him immediately into theatre and she was in the waiting room alone. Archie had rushed in with Fred in tow. Asking questions about what had happened and she knew Fred wanted to yell about how stupid they had been going alone, but that he didn’t have it in him. They asked about FP and Betty explained about the message and Fred left to try him again. Muttering something about probably blind drunk and she tried to block it out because it was too much to hear.

Archie tried to comfort her his arm around her shoulder but she didn’t find comfort in it she felt numb. She could hear him saying words to her but they made no sense. She just stared anxiously at the doors where she had last seen him, the paramedics trying to keep him with them, with her and she waited. All she could do was wait and replay the scene over and over again in her head, looking for a moment when she could have saved him. They had been such a part of one another’s lives over the past few months that she wasn’t sure what a word without Jughead Jones would look like. She almost longed to go back to being the innocent, naive Betty Cooper who was pining after Archie oblivious to the broody boy with the beanie and what a world so completely full of him was like.

“Where is he.” The shouts from behind her made her spin round. FP had arrived, Fred Andrews practically at a sprint behind him. She could see the tell tale red around his eyes, his voice hoarse, the slight stagger, he had been drinking, again. Something exploded in her, she jumped from her seat marching over to him and shoved as hard as she could with both hands.

“You.” She shouted. “Where were you?” She yelled as she moved in to shove him again. FP stood there dumbfounded by the blonde teen, hair falling out of it’s usually pristine pony tail, blood at the bottom of her shirt, she was still clutching that damn beanie, he recognised it anywhere. “He asked for you, why?” She didn’t even know what she meant to say, what she wanted to say, all she could feel was pain and anger, rolled into a hot messy knot in her stomach. She felt herself falling, strong arms catching her as she dissolved into a puddle of sobs and crying. She knew it was FP holding her, partly because she felt his own sobs and cries but mostly because of the smell of alcohol permeating the air around her.

“Family of Forsythe Jones?” A doctor came out of the doors to the theatre and Betty felt a despair in the pit of her stomach. She pulled herself to her feet and prepared for the worst.

“I’m his Dad.” FP stated, looking anxiously at the man in hospital scrubs in front of them.

“We should talk in private.” He said and Betty felt that despair in her stomach swallow her whole.

“Here is fine.” FP indicated to herself, Archie and Fred who she didn’t realise were now stood either side of her. Archie’s hand clasping onto hers. “They need to know too.”

“He’s lucky, the bullet has just missed his spleen, there was some internal bleeding which we have manage to get under control. We lost him.” Betty’s sharp intake of breath jolted her body and Archie squeezed her hand. “But he is a fighter. He is going up to intensive care. He is in a medically induced coma will be for a few weeks. Give his body time to repair itself. We will then try to wake him up see if he can breath on his own. And then we will go from there.” It was so matter of a fact, so simple.  

“Thank you.” Fred managed to say while the others continued to stare blankly taking in everything that the doctor had said. Betty managed to speak up.

“Can I see him?” She didn’t mean for her voice to come out so small, so defeated.

“Immediate family only I’m afraid.” The doctor said sympathetically.

“I want her to see him, Doctor, she’s more family then anyone else he has at the moment.” FP said.

“Not a long visit. He needs to rest. And I need to warn you that there are a lot of tubes and machines in there. The nurse will take you through.” He said as he indicated down the hallway for Betty where she could see a nurse posted at his room. She mouthed a thank you to FP and let go of Archie’s hand moving towards his room, almost in a trance.

She tried to keep the tears at bay as she saw him, he looked so small, hooked up to so many machines, tubes down his throat helping him to breath, keeping him alive. She took a deep breath as she pushed the door open and moved to his bedside taking his hand in her own, ignoring how cold it felt in her warm hand.

“I’m so sorry. Juggie. I shouldn’t have convinced you to go there and ask those questions. I was so stupid.” She couldn’t hold them back any longer, they were running down her cheeks splashing down onto her hands as she rubbed them away angrily. “I don’t want you to go, I don’t know what I’ll…” She didn’t finish and instead raised his hand gently to her face placing a light kiss across his knuckles.

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Her mum grounded her, she had expected as much. But she wasn’t completly heartless she still drove her to the hospital every afternoon after school, sometimes she would read to him, some days she would talk to him about school, about the newspaper.

She knew this day was coming, when they would switch off the machines and despite the assurances of the doctors that he is doing well, she can’t escape the feeling that maybe it won’t all be okay. Maybe he will never wake up and she will be forced to try to live her life without him, to try to move on and that strikes a pain in her heart that she can’t escape. She smiles at FP as he enters the room, followed by the doctors.

She can only wait as they start to remove the tubes as she watches expectantly holding her own breath as she looks for his chest to rise and fall on it’s own. And for the first time in the last few weeks the tears that she sheds are happy ones.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a sirius x reader reunion after azkaban

Final blurb my loves! I know a lot of them ended up as cliffhangers, but I’m considering doing multiple parts if you guys want to see them, just let me know!


The night was surprisingly cool for the beginning of summer, and a chill ran through Y/N’s spine for a moment, causing her to shiver slightly, the cup of tea in her palms shaking along with her. A sudden need to look at the oddly starry night overwhelms her, and she catches glimpse of something flying through the air, a feeling of ease taking over her body, despite the odd, unsettling sight.

She takes a few steps towards the kitchen table, sitting down, cup in hand, and opening a book which was marked at its final pages.

A flip of the page. A sip of tea.

A flip of the page. A sip of tea.

It becomes a steady rhythm.

A flip of the page. A sip of tea.

And a knock on the door.

She turns to face the door, feeling her heartbeat quicken as she grabs her wand from the kitchen counter, holding it firmly between her fingers and slowly making her way to the door.

There is a familiar click as she unlocks it, a common creak as she opens it, and the clink of her wand falling to the floor once she catches glimpse of what’s behind it.

Sirius Black.

Twelve years later.

Face worn and pale, cheeks hollow, hair knotted and messy, grown far past his shoulder. But his eyes, they hide the same glimmer they had when they were 20, their laughter brightening their world in the darkest of times.

“Hello,” his voice is hoarse, like it’s been silent for far too long, and a hint of a smile appears on his face at the sight of her open mouth and widened eyes.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” his smile morphs into the familiarity of a devious smirk and she steps aside, her facial expression unchanged, letting him step into the corridor of her apartment.

“It’s good to see you,” he continues as the door slams shut. Y/N attempts to respond, hunting for words in the shocked whirlwind that her mind had become, but all that leaves her mouth is a puzzled squeak, followed by laughter pouring from his lips.

Laughter that is stopped only when she decides that words wouldn’t be sufficient even if she did manage to utter a few and presses her lips to his, the warmth of reconciliation coursing through her veins and making the chill of the early summer’s day disappear as quick as it had appeared.

Blue Wings

(He love me, He loves me not - Part 2)

Summary: You have a problem with your wings. Castiel offers help. 
Pairing: Castiel x Angel!Reader
Word counting: 340
Warnings: uh… Canon divergence, use of angel radio, maybe some incest if you squeeze it really hard and think it’s incest when it is between two angels. Angst. A bit of wing!kink. Angelcest. A big thanks to  @bloodstained-porcelain-doll for beta’ing this. 

(He Loves me, He Loves me Not Masterlist)

Originally posted by pinkman

You moved your shoulders slightly, feeling how your wings missed being completely stretched out. You had just gotten them back, just like the other angels who were restoring their glory, and you knew they needed to be groomed, something you haven’t done in ages. 

“You’re in pain,” Castiel noticed, his voice worried inside your head. 

“My wings,” you explained, “I think I’m flying wrong.“ 

“I don’t think there’s a way of flying wrong,” he pointed out. 

“I didn’t fly for thousands of years,” you reminded him. “I’ve lost practice.“ 

Silently, Cass appeared by your side. 

“Is there anything I can do?" 

You blushed slightly, but nodded. 

"I need a mirror,” you decided. “I need to see what’s happening.”

He left for a moment, appearing with a hand mirror and and a bigger version he could hold. 

 "Can you…” you hesitated, “can you close your eyes?“ 

Castiel frowned, but complied. 

No one had laid eyes on your wings in thousands of years, and the fact that you were still restoring your grace just made you feel weirder and more insecure about them. 

Closing your own eyes, you carefully stretched one of your wings, and then the other one, hissing at the ache in the bones and muscles. You used your mirror to look at your feathers, seeing how they were messy with knots, things their light blue colour only highlighted. 

"Can I open my eyes now?” Castiel inquired, and you looked at him. 

Behind you, the other angel had his eyes firmly shut. 

“Yes." 

He opened his eyes silently, and his gaze connected with yours. 

”(Y/N)…" 

“I know. They look terrible." 

"They are beautiful,” he corrected you. “Your wings have always been the most beautiful pair our Father has ever made." 

Reaching out, he touched the inside of your left wing before he could stop himself, and you moaned at his warm touch. 

Castiel jumped back when he felt the softness of your feathers. Only an angel’s mate was supposed to touch their wings. 

"I need to go.” He dropped the mirror, leaving before you could say anything.

What had you done?

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Fic: Learning You

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Kabby

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Smut ahoy.

(A/N: This is different to anything I’ve written before. I wanted to challenge myself by limiting my words, whilst still trying to convey the same level of emotion I always aim for. Also, I hope it still sounds like them. Here are 9 100 word drabbles for 9 days in Polis.)

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The first time is so intense it’s almost too much. Marcus’ hands shake as he touches her, and Abby burns with the slightest brush of his fingers, his mouth. He whispers her name reverently, maps out her body achingly slowly.

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