must be the eyebrows

Okay, I finally beat the game and I’m  c r y i n g

So decided to draw an alternate reality where the Chocobros got to Altissia in time for the wedding - and Noctis had to have a photoshoot for publicity. Aaaand of course one of the shots is with his best men.

This was a commission for @jack-jazzrabbit! Thank you so much for letting me draw the boys!

Your fave is problematic: Aragorn

• Always Dirty
• avoids responsibilities
• must decapitate at least one orc on any given day
• where are his eyebrows??? are they ok?? is HE ok?
• blatantly screamed “THEN I WILL DIE AS ONE OF THEM” when legolas was tryna be subtle about everyone’s likelihood of dying
• Can Never Stop Yelling
• he has to be dramatic. He Has To
• doesn’t understand second breakfast
• doesn’t understand anything about hobbits why did gandalf assign him to hobbitsit. Help Him
• may or may not be shrek. we just don’t know
• the Skeleton War meme was his fault

“Hey Tango, not gonna dance?” Jack said, leaning against a wall and next to Tango. 

“I’m going to join in later,” Tango said. “Oh yeah! Earlier I thought you were just coming here to steal our jam! But obviously you came to see-oh!” Tango stopped himself and covered the back of his head. “I almost forgot I should talk about it in public! Sorry Jack!”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “It’s alright, Tango.” 

“It must be awesome dating Bitty! Oh,” Tango covered his mouth, then whispered, “It must be awesome dating Bitty! He’s like the nicest guy ever!” 

Jack looked around, there were no phones recording anything and everyone was drunk already, no need to worry.

“Yeah, it’s been pretty great.”

“So, how did you get him to go out with you? Bitty’s awesome and super nice but he has really high standards.”

Jack almost choked on his drink, but Tango was oblivious and continued talking.

“Once this really handsome football player asked him out and he said no thank you. Oh maybe he doesn’t have really high standards and that was just because he was,” here his voice dropped to a whisper again, “going out with you.”

Jack couldn’t even bother to feel offended by Tango. “Were there other people who wanted to date him?”

Tango started listing. “The guy from the track team who always comes for pies, but maybe that’s just for pies? Uhh, there was someone in his French class who keeps asking me for his number. Our third line center, but I think he’s over his crush now. Sometimes the football team jogs by and comes in to ask for water, but one of them is here for Lardo and another one asks for sweet tea and pie. Bitty’s always down to give them pie! He’s so nice! What was I talking about again?” 

Jack shook his head. “Nothing.” 

“But how can I be talking about nothing? Oh so how did you get Bitty to date you?” 

“Are you interested?” Jack teased. 

“Hmm,” Tango looked deep in thought. 

“I’m just kidding,” Jack said.

“Oh good because it would be really awkward if I told you I was and insulting if I told you I wasn’t, I think? I don’t know. Do you think I’m interested? Bitty’s really nice and good looking.”

“Okay, time to go and get more food, Tango.” Jack pushed him towards the direction of the kitchen.  


“I have it on good authority that you have a high standard for men,” Jack said later in their nightly Skype chats. 

“It’s true, I have a standard that’s almost impossible,” Bitty smiled. 

“Oh? Tell me about it, mon cherie.” 

“Well, first of all they have to be French Canadian, then they have to be named Jack Zimmermann…”

The Tenth Floor pt 1

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times


You certainly looked the part. Dress slacks, light-blue blouse, a blazer with the sleeves rolled up once. You were even wearing heels, much to your distaste. You had bought your slacks at a consignment store cheap, and they fit other than the length. You planned to either have them hemmed or buy new ones as soon as you got your first pay check, but for now you would have to survive without practical shoes.

The elevator you were standing in was basically a box of mirrors, and everywhere you looked you saw yourself. It was a little disconcerting, so you tried to focus on your phone. You felt the elevator stop, and you glanced up at the numbers on the wall. You were only on the fifth floor, so you guessed someone else must be going up as well.

You were right, and watched as two young men stepped into the elevator with you. The taller of the two gave you a smile as the other almost pressed the button for the tenth floor, noticed it was already lit up, and dropped his hand.

“You must be the new secretary.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, how did you—“

“We know everyone on the tenth floor.” The taller man replied. “My name’s Seokjin, by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, giving them both a smile. “I look forward to getting to know you both.”

“Don’t count on it.” The second man snorted.

Seokjin shot the other man a look, and hit his arm lightly. “Jimin, don’t scare the girl off on her first day.” Jimin shrugged, unperturbed.

“What do you mean, ‘don’t count on it’?” You asked, and Jimin smiled.

“I mean, you won’t be around long enough to get to know us.” He looked over to Seokjin. “I’d give her a week, tops.”

Seokjin sighed. “Such a pessimist.” He chided before sizing you up. “She’ll last a month.”

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.3

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

Word Count: 5,997

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4



I can’t believe I’m doing this again, you think to yourself. You close your eyes, and listen to the engine of the crowded bus, as you were currently on your way to pay mister ‘Kookie’ a visit. You start to slowly replay the scenes of Jin yelling at you, to desperately go back and meet the prostitute…

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paint heaven and anger the gods

so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the trailer gave me ideas, so here they are:

there is girl –

no.

there is woman –

no.

there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.

there she is, whatever she is.

her name is kana.

she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all he touches brighter than it was found.

kana is not like her father.

she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything in her pursuit to be a master painter.

technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies, while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.

“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the floor, ink just – staining.

“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she paint what she does not know?”

kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.

so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her, and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are stained red by the glow of the lanterns.

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The One With The Interruption
  • *221B*
  • John: *knocks on Sherlock's bedroom door*
  • Sherlock: *in a sexy voice* Come iiiiin. I've been waiting for youuuuu.
  • John: *enters* Hey, I was just wondering- *shouting* for God's sake! *backs runs out in horror* what the hell are you doing?
  • Sherlock: *following, pulling on a dressing gown; annoyed* What does it look like? I was- I was taking a nap.
  • John: *averting his eyes* Since when do you take naps in that position? *groans* tPlease tell me you weren't waiting for me...
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Don't flatter yourself. I'm seeing someone from work *thinking* I'm seeing a woman from work!
  • John: *impressed* That really fit Hopkins woman?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Sure.
  • John: *quickly* Well, in that case, just give me a second and I'll be out of your hair. I'll just get a jacket and when I get back, I don't want to know anything.
  • -knocking-
  • John: *grimaces* Maybe that's her... *approaches the door*
  • Sherlock: *panicking* Okay, umm...
  • John: *opens the door*
  • Sherlock: *relaxes* It's just Grant and Mycroft...
  • John: *frowns* I thought you two were at dinner?
  • Greg: Well, we were! But Mycroft was talking so loudly on his phone they told us to leave.
  • Mycroft: *texting* I had to talk loud because that awful music was loud!
  • Greg: *frowns* It was important.
  • Mycroft: *sighs* They'll be other meals, Gregory.
  • Greg: *narrows his eyes* You'll be lucky.
  • Molly: *entering, happily; flipping a bottle of champagne, giggling to herself*
  • Molly: *sees everyone; suddenly shy* Oh...um... *grins widely; falsely excited* I'm so glad you're all here! My lab finally got new scalpels!
Train Rides: Young!James Potter x Reader *Smut*

A/N: Okay, so, this wasn’t suppose to go out until after ‘Wait For Me’ part two, but I’m like, physically and mentally not able to write that right now, and I don’t know why, so I just decided to finish this. Oh and also, I decided to post this tonight instead of tomorrow cause it was basically done, ops. 

If you didn’t read the title, this is a smut, this is also my first attempt at writing smut so, it may not be fantastic. I apologize if it doesn’t go into great detail or anything, like I said, I’m new to writing smut so this was really awkward for me to write, but I had to start somewhere, soz.

As smuts go, please do not read this if you’re uncomfortable with sexual situations, it’s tots fine to skip out on this one, my dude. 

Anyway, Enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 1504

Warnings: Mild Smut, Fluff(ish)

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break the chain

happy birthday @carryonsimoncarryon!!

length: 3.7k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: none

simon and baz get in a fight during 7th year and end up magically handcuffed together 

a/n: thank you @cherryonsimon for ur beta skills and brutal honesty :p AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!!! ENJOY BEING OLD 💜💜

(if the readmore doesn’t work then just click the url and it will take you to the post ^__^)



Simon

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

My jaw drops and I stare at Agatha. She doesn’t look like she’s joking, and I start to feel sick.

“What?”

“I want to break up.”

“But–but why?”

“I just don’t think we’re good together,” she says, like her words aren’t devastating. Like she hasn’t just unraveled all of my plans for our future together.

“But…but I love you…” I say, a bit pathetically, and her face hardens.

“I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, Simon. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I don’t know what to say to that, and she’s not listening anyway. She’s looking at something over my shoulder and I turn around quickly to see what it is.

It’s Baz.

He gives her a lazy wave and a wink, and when I face her again she’s gone pink.

“Him?” I say incredulously. “You’re breaking up with me for him?”

“What if I am?” she says, and I feel my magic starting to rise. She takes a step back, looking scared. I curse and try to force it back down.

“Agatha,” I say, but she’s still moving. “Agatha! I didn’t mean it!”

She spins on her heel and walks off, leaving me behind in the hall.

I’m sure I look like a fish out of water; students are leaving the classrooms and everyone’s giving me a funny look. I’m still fighting to keep my magic under control and I only have one thought on my mind: this is Baz’s fault.

* * *

Baz had somehow disappeared after my confrontation with Agatha, so I go looking for him. I eventually find him lurking in an unused corridor–the one with the room where the Crucible is stored. Surely Baz isn’t daft enough to try and mess with it. He must have some other scheme planned.

I don’t care what it is, I don’t care about anything else right now other than the fact that Baz has once again ruined my life.

I’m attempting to sneak up on him when the sole of my shoe squeaks, and he whips around.

“What do you want, Snow?” Baz spits, and I rush forward without thinking.

“This is all your fault!” I yell as I shove him, “if you’d just left Agatha well alone she wouldn’t have broken up with me!”

He looks confused for a second and then smirks. That makes me angrier, so I shove him again. Harder. This time his head makes a satisfying crack as it hits the wall. I rush forward with my arm pulled back, ready to punch him. He moves to block me and our hands collide in mid-air.

I feel a shimmer of magic around my wrist and my stomach drops. Baz must have cast something too low for me to hear, and now…well, I’m not really sure what he did until I look at my hand and see the shiny metal bracelet. I don’t realize what’s happened at first; Baz tugs his wrist and mine comes with it.

Merlin’s tits, I’m fucking handcuffed to Baz. What is he planning to do to me? This must be one of his schemes! He’s going to…he’s going to…

Well, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but it probably involves me and a pair of handcuffs.

“What the hell, Baz!” I growl, “let me go!”

He looks indignant. “I didn’t do this!”

“Of course you did!”

“Crowley, Snow, do you really think I’d attach myself to you on purpose?”

Baz

The air starts to fill with smoke, and I realize it’s Snow. Shit, I should have known this would happen. He’s going to bloody go off. I’m tempted to poke him as I usually do–because I know he’ll just shield me–but I finally give into my urge to just…help him.

“Deep breaths now, Snow,” I say, and his head snaps up. He narrows his eyes at me, but I keep going; keep holding his gaze. “Let it go. Some of it. Before you start another fire. Whatever–fuck!”

Snow shoves me into the wall for the second time today, only this time he comes with me and I’m hit from both sides.

“What was that for? I was helping you, you numpty!”

“I don’t need your help,” he snarls.

“Fine!” I spit, “let’s go find you someone else then!”

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I’d like to stay.

Hi, thank you for sending in this request! I feel like this could have been better but this is how it ended up being. Close to 2k words though so it might be a little bit longer than what I normally would post but it’s alright. Anyways, I really do hope you enjoy this and hopefully I did fulfill in your prompt nicely (because this is such a great prompt too!).

PS: So I have this idea for a series that I really want to do for Peter / Spider-man but I have yet to sort out the details but once I do, I am definitely going to post it! Pretty excited to be attempting one.

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by hardyness

Some days, you wake up feeling like you are living in a nightmare and honestly, today, you feel like you might as well have been living in one. Sitting right across Peter, you notice that he has long since stopped listening to you talk about menial problems. You stop talking completely, wondering if Peter will notice but after a minute passes by and he didn’t, you could feel your heart cracking.

Perhaps, something like this should not really offend you much – it probably would not have, if you didn’t know the reason why Peter had stopped listening to you. So you turn around to follow his gaze and a small sigh leaves your lips when you realize that Peter is staring at none other than Liz Allen.

“Is that a new top?” Peter murmurs as he continues to gaze at Liz lovingly, longingly and it hurts because occasionally, you have worn new clothes too but Peter has never said anything nor has he ever paid attention to what you are wearing. Suddenly, your appetite is gone and you don’t even feel like eating anymore. You feel your heart breaking again. “Blue is such a good colour on her, don’t you think?”

Ned, being the best friend that he is, nods his head. “That top is old – but wearing it with jeans, that’s new.” Ned points out and sometimes, you don’t know why you even do this to yourself. You try to smile when Ned glances at you, finally realizing that you have stopped talking. “Oh, sorry, Y/N.”

As if realizing that you are there, Peter shakes his head and drags his gaze away from Liz to you. He gives you a grin. “Hey, Y/N.” You don’t know what’s worse – the fact that you have been sitting there the entire time, talking with Peter and Ned or the fact that Peter has only just noticed you. “Uh, sorry – did you, I am so sorry – I wasn’t listening. What were you talking about earlier?” He asks you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stares at you.

Sometimes you don’t even know why you still continue to like him. Peter Parker has never given you any glance – he has always had his eyes on Liz Allen. You knew that, everyone knows that – Liz also probably also know that. You are hurting yourself more by holding on to this crush of yours. Never once have the thought of you hurting any worse could ever cross your mind but hearing Peter Parker talk about Liz Allen right in front of you completely breaks your heart.

Tears well up in your eyes and you swallow the sudden lump that appear in your throat. You shake your head at him and stand up, surprising both Ned and Peter. They share a glance with each other and you pick up your tray. “I – I just remembered I have something to do. Sorry.” You couldn’t face him – you can’t look at Peter and you really can’t take Peter looking at you without actually seeing you. So you leave the table immediately, not even bothering to stay to listen to any of their replies – right now, you don’t want anyone especially not the two of them to see you crying.

Peter frowns as his eyes follow your retreating figure. He keeps his eyes on you and sighs before turning to look at Ned. “I think I’m going to head to class first.” He tells his best friend and Ned frowns, glancing at his own tray. Peter gives his friend a small smile, nudging him lightly. “You can eat, you know. I’m just going to head to class first.” He informs Ned before picking up his own tray and bringing it over to the Tray station.

Peter quickly tries to chase after you because he honestly feels really bad for not listening to you. He had been listening to you initially but he couldn’t multi-task well enough the moment Liz walked in with her group of friends. To be quite honest, Peter doesn’t really think he likes Liz as much as everyone believes him to – he appreciates her beauty and might even adore her kindness but that’s the extent to it. Peter sighs in disappointment when he can’t find you at your locker either.

“Maybe I should just text her tonight.” Peter mutters to himself when by the time the bell rang, you are still nowhere to be found. His body is tense and he can feel his chest tightening with something but he shakes his head. You probably still have something to do and might even show up late to class but even as Peter sits in class, he notices that as the time ticks by and the day slowly comes to an end, he realizes that you never really showed up to class at all. The text messages that he had sent to you remain unanswered too.

“Hey, May.” Peter walks in to the apartment and May looks up from her work, greeting him with a smile. Peter can’t even bring himself to return her smile. His heart is hurting and he is just feeling absolutely confused right now, wondering if he had done something wrong.

Noticing the dilemma Peter seems to be in, May approaches her nephew. “Are you alright, Peter?” She asks softly, pressing her palm on his forehead. “You aren’t hot – so you’re definitely not sick.” She drops her hand from his forehead and Peter shakes his head.

“It’s not that – I’m fine, May.” Peter assures his aunt and May frowns as she looks at him suspiciously. Peter looks at his aunt, holding her gaze for a few seconds before sighing, admitting defeat. “I think I must have hurt my friend?”

May raises one of her eyebrows. “Is that a question or a statement, Peter Parker?”

“I feel like I might have hurt my friend. She hasn’t replied any of my texts and I didn’t even see her at all after break today and we were supposed to go over to Ned’s for a movie marathon and she didn’t show up either.” Peter blurts out and May stares at her nephew in surprise.

This is the first time Peter has ever told her anything about this friend of his and judging by the concerned expression Peter has on his face, May realizes that you must mean something more to him than just a friend. “Do you like her?” Instead of beating around the bush, May just goes straight to the point.

Peter blinks a couple of time as he stares at his aunt. “Wha – What? What do you mean?” Peter tries to play it off but when May looks at him expectantly, Peter can’t help but nod his head. “Maybe I do have some feelings for her.” Peter admits and right after he says it, he realizes how much he actually really likes you. He lets out a groan when he realizes what he had been doing prior to you leaving the table earlier. “What am I going to do, May?”

May frowns. “Well, you need to tell me the entire story first because I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s been going on.” She pulls Peter in to the apartment and Peter relents. How can he literally be one of the smartest person in school and yet still be one of the dumbest one there is? “Okay, tell me.”


You glance at the mirror you have placed in your locker and wince at how puffy your eyes look like – you had cried yourself to sleep yesterday and by the time you woke up, you didn’t feel like answering any of Peter’s texts or calls nor did you show up for the movie marathon at Ned’s place. You really didn’t feel like seeing him at all.

You hear someone clearing their throat beside you and you frown before you pull back from your locker, closing the door and that’s when you notice the hushed, excited whispers. You are greeted with Peter Parker standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses and a very nervous expression on his face. “What – what’s the meaning of this?” You dare not hope that the roses are for you.

Peter swallows and he glances at you – now that he is well aware of his feelings for you, Peter suddenly feels shy under your watchful gaze. He takes note that your eyes are a little bit puffier this morning and he wonders briefly if you had been crying the entire night and he feels guiltier than he had been before but that’s why he is here with these roses.

“I want to apo – apologize for you know, yesterday and I,” Peter gulps and stares at you. “These roses are you – I mean, they are for you and I am sorry for yesterday and I like you a whole lot and I regret what I did yesterday and – “ Peter would have continued to ramble on and on if you hadn’t stop him by placing your hand over his mouth.

With your heart racing against your chest, you slowly pull your hand over his mouth. “C-Can you repeat what you have just said?” Your eyes are wide in disbelief – did you really hear that correctly? Did Peter say he likes you a whole lot.

Peter stares at you before nodding his head slowly. “These flowers are for you.” He hands them over and you accept it, taking a whiff of the lovely smell. “I just want to apologize for my actions yesterday and I regret what I did yesterday too and are your – are your eyes swollen because you have been crying?” Peter asks as he lifts one of his hands up to your face, cupping cheek and your face flushes red.

“You forgot something else.” You murmur – right at that moment, you can’t even hear your own voice because of how loud your heart is beating in your ears. Peter stares at you and tilts his head to the side. “You said… You said you liked me a whole lot.” You repeat his earlier words. You see Peter gulping as he stares at you. “Is – Is that true, Peter?”

Peter drops his hand from your face – you already miss the warmth that came from his hand – and he slowly nods his head again. “Yeah – I like you a lot, Y/N and I am sorry it took me a while to realize – “

This time around you cut Peter off by throwing your arms around him laughing with relief. “I like you a whole lot too, Peter!” You exclaim, not caring that everyone is literally staring at the both of you right now – by the time the classes start, everyone’s probably going to know about this thing between Peter and you.

You could tell that Peter is momentarily taken aback by your confession but the moment it sinks, Peter pulls you to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you before leaning back to smile at you. You grin up at him and Peter leans down to give you a short, sweet kiss.

“Alright, lovebirds – break it up.” Ned groans as he walks by and Peter pulls away, blushing furiously and you laugh in to his shoulder at Ned’s words. “We are going to be late for class. The bell rang a few minutes ago.” He tells the both of you with a deadpan expression and Peter laughs before releasing his hold on you. He takes your hand instead and pulls you in the direction of class.

“Come on, Ned!”

Have You Ever Seen a Heart Shatter

Request: can you write an imagine with newt scamander where the reader compares herself so much to tina??? angst angst angst please!! your writing is astounding btw ❤️❤️

Word Count: 2,156

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Part 2

Requested by Anonymous

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“Tina Goldstein, resident goddess.” You mutter as you storm through the front door and down the long staircase rife with splinters and creaky spots. Not to mention the unkind tenants that live on the third and fourth floors. Their shouts follow you down as your boots crash against the steps.

Tina this, Tina that, Tina the infallible. You skip three steps when you jump down onto the landing and yank open the front door. Tina can do no wrong, even when she’s unemployed and obsessive.

The wind slams into your side, trying to knock you off-balance. You shiver but stride forward, no real destination in mind other than to be far away from her.
No one had even looked up when you shoved your chair back from the kitchen table, too busy hanging on every word of some story about capturing some man that used a spell in front of some muggle to care about you. They love Tina’s stories about her adventures.

It’s not like you’re exactly employed. You’d met Newt on a research trip years before. The chemistry between the two of you had been obvious to everyone and it hadn’t taken long for the two of you to pair up for the study. Soon enough, Newt asked you to help him observe some mooncalves under the starry sky and, after some laughing and held hands, a new relationship began. The two of you agreed to work together and alternate research trips. This trip to release Frank was one of Newt’s ideas, meaning that you’re really nothing more than a magizoologist’s assistant.

Still, it’s more fascinating than just running after people and bringing them into MACUSA, right? You meet some of the rarest beasts on your journeys. Tina does nothing but arrest people and memorize the ridiculous laws on magic that Americans put into place. Every auror has stories just as mesmerizing as Tina’s, though the others disagree. Even Newt seems to think they’re interesting enough to warrant ignoring you.

You scowl and wrap your arms around yourself as you continue forward. If Newt wants to spend all of his time with some other girl with perfect hair let him.

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“Don’t Call Me Princess”

“Stop calling me princess!”

“I apologize, My Queen.”

One shot inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting! For all you Draco lovers (though this is geared more toward Slytherin readers).


“How is it possible for you to look this shitty? It’s the weekend; you should attempt to look somewhat decent.”

“Oh, shut up, Pansy.” You rolled your eyes but said nothing more. After living in the Slytherin dungeon for six years, you’ve learned to pick up on whether a comment is made in endearing sarcasm or legitimate hostility. Shockingly, Pansy’s remark happened to be the former.

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have you seen her?

Originally posted by teenwxlves

pairings: reader x stiles stilinski.

warnings: meh, a bit angsty, some smut. nothing much. 

a/n: I wasn’t going to publish it in the first place, it was just going to be a little thing I did for my precious bee, @dylan-trash-tbh, however, I though I would risk it and post it. I really hope you all enjoy it!! 

ps.: you might have some characteristics that don’t belong to you, because, as I said, I made this especially to bee and now I’m sharing. haha

word count: 6867


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GREY AREA. (M) | 10

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

You drive me insane…You’re the scariest, most clever, bravest person I know, and sometimes I can’t catch my breath because I’m trying so hard to keep up. There will never be another like you. You realize that, don’t you? Billions of people will come and go in this world, but there will never be another like you.“ - Marie Lu, Champion

›› Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader
›› Word Count: 6,216
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›› Soulmate!AU, Slowburn, Angst





A wet city is one thing you are absolutely convinced you will never grow tired of, or get used to. You were positive that you had fallen in love, the first night it had rained in Seoul, because the next day the city was wet.



The smell of the rain is one thing you will always admire. The salty aroma mixed with that of the water was enough to soothe every ache in your bones, enough to calm any storm in your head.

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