my jaw is glued to the ground

Night Shifts. [Smut]

A/N; I am so sorry that this took me ten million years to write. This wouldn’t have been possible without the bad influences in my life! ( @we-are-like-a-timebomb ,  @writing-obrien . @dumbass-stilinski and the wonderful @mandylove1000 <3 ) Enjoy! xoxo 

Pairing: StuartxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,716

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Pumpkin Battle

Summary: It’s Halloween night, and instead of bickering about who gets the most candy while trick-or-treating, it’s you versus Bucky for the bigger pumpkin.

Prompt: “I’m telling you, this is my pumpkin. If you want it, you’re gonna have to fight me.”

Word Count: 1,349.

A/N: First Halloween fic of the year! Words can’t even express how excited I am to get into the spirit for this oh-so amazing holiday. This is my entry for @nataliarxmanxva “Season’s Change Writing Challenge”. Hope you guys enjoy!

Props to my main hoe @heaventide for helping a sister out.

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Darkest Side Of Me | Part One

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OC

“I doubt a face like that can go unnoticed.”

Summary: When OC, Elena Hartmor is transferred to Hogwarts from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic as the newest member of the Hogwarts academy, she doesn’t expect to bump into broody, gorgeous, Draco Malfoy. And something about him screams danger. ;) 

Soundtrack: Eyes on Fire | Blue Foundation

Word count: 1,806

A/N: hi guys! this is my first Harry Potter imagine and I love Draco so much I just HAD to write about him with this character I had in mind !!! Also, in this fic Draco will be super intense, dominant and alpha, ooooo ;))

Warnings: None that I’m aware of, however this fic will most likely turn M rated eventually 

(part 2)

Darkest Side Of Me | Chapter One: The Encounter 

 In some worlds, beauty was a curse - in a Hartmor’s eyes, it was a gift. Especially when that beauty came with brains, wit and wisdom. There wasn’t a single surprised gasp when my fate lined with Ravenclaw, a house that prized such things - my parents smiled with joyous approval, they expected no less, seeing as I was a member of the Ombrelunes back home, a house that prized cunningness, logic, ambition, and curiosity. Then again, Slytherin could’ve been my fate, us Obrulene’s were not shy of being manipulative or cunning. I missed it - home, I mean. Everything was so much…brighter, fuller. London’s autumn was gloomy in comparison to Andorra’s beautiful crisp weather.

My eyes scanned the platform, my train was leaving soon. I watched as students kissed their family goodbye for the year, with beaming smiles and “I’ll miss you’s”. Part of me looked at them longingly, wondering what it was possibly like to have a functional, ordinary family. Why, you ask? Well - let’s just say my family has a slight obsession with perfection. We were seen as a pristine family, with a line of pure-blood wizards and witches. My family was mostly boasted for the line of beautiful witches it seemed to sprout. Everyone heard tales of us - beauty, in this case, was a curse to me. Eyes followed me everywhere, it was like I called them - screamed at them “Look at me!”. Being unnoticed was close to impossible.

A small meow came from below me, interrupting my thoughts as my cat, Milo, curled his tail around my leg. I smiled at him, he was like my best friend: his fur was impeccably dark and his eyes (my favourite feature of his) were silver. He was my companion ever since I was first sent off to Beauxbaton’s. Hopefully he’ll like his new home. I sighed as I bent down to pet him.

“I trust you’ll do well here, Elena.” my mother said from beside me, making me jump at the sudden sound of her voice “We wouldn’t want any more…accidents, yes?” I glanced at her briefly, my jaw tightening in irritation before I straightened. “Of course not, mother.” I ground out, biting my cheek.

She turned her gaze to me, a toothless pageant smile glued to her face as he smoothed down my hair with perfectly manicured nails. One could say I got my looks from my mother, she was exceptionally beautiful - frosted crystal blue eyes that she passed on to me, hers now crinkled with old age, long curled lashes that juxtaposed against their clarity. Olive skin, mine now pink from the coldness of the air - the only thing I didn’t have were her now perfectly combed greying black locks. Mine were brown, almost golden - like my fathers.

She looked away from me before speaking: “Off you go then, wouldn’t want you to miss your train.” she said, urging me to leave. I turned, reluctantly, not bothering to wish her goodbye. “Come on now, Milo.” I said softly, his little paws following me. One good thing that came out of this: I didn’t have to see her smug face for a good while.

I sighed as I stepped foot on the train, hitching my bag further up my shoulder as I scanned my surroundings. The cabins were already full of people chatting away, their laughter ringing out through the train. I passed each one, praying I could find one that was empty.

I opened the brown door that lead me to the other carriage, suddenly bumping into something hard…and clothed, making me stagger back and almost fall - before a hand gripped my upper arm, steadying me. “Watch where you’re going.” A cold voice said. I looked up to find a pair of grey eyes looking down at me in annoyance. At that moment, I could only stare. No, his eyes weren’t grey, they were silver. Neither word did them justice. They were so solid, so bright, the exact lustrous color of a polished shard of metal. If you looked closer, like I was just now, you’d see the swirls of glittering onyx black and tinges of blue at the edges. They weren’t monochrome or boring. They were beautiful. I could only blink as my eyes scanned his face. I guess he must be used to this, a sudden pause in a persons natural expression when they looked his way, especially if they were as close as me, followed by a speechless stare. He had a beautiful face. One that was now staring down at me with an arched, questioning brow.

I blinked, looking away and feeling the burning hint of a blush on my cheeks. How long had I been staring?.

“Um-I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I managed to say. He let go of my arm, satisfied with my answer, he looked me over before frowning.

“And who might you just be?” He asked curiously, “you look to old to be a first year, and I haven’t seen you around Hogwarts.”

I cleared my throat before speaking, feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny of this gaze. It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to being stared at, it’s just…something about his stare made me want to hide. I crossed my arms over my chest, my gloved hands poking from the side of my arms. “Well, perhaps I’m just good at going unnoticed.” I replied.

The side of his lip hitched up slightly “No. I doubt a face like that can go unnoticed.” He said back, arching a questioning brow once again.

My cheeks heated up even more. God, I probably looked like a tomato now. “Well?” He said impatiently.

“My name is Elena Hartmor.” I said, making his brows rise in surprise.

“Hartmor huh? Explains the face.” He said, allowing his eyes to very obviously gaze up and down my figure.

I narrowed my eyes at his boldness, my spine straightening in irritation “I can see my family still remains reputable even in London.” My tone laced with annoyance, his eyes snap back up to mine - his now filled with humour.

“Everyone knows about the Hartmor’s…gifts.” He says with a smirk “Though I must say, they’re lovelier to see in person.” He finishes I parted my lips to speak, my cheeks blazing further; only to be interrupted by one of his questions “I thought Hartmor’s resided with the Beauxbaton’s?.” He questioned, making my mouth snap shut. Now, there was something I didn’t feel like explaining.

“Yes, we do.” I answered simply.

He stared at me for a few seconds, thankfully deciding not to continue his interrogation. “Draco Malfoy.” He said proudly. Of course he was a Malfoy - his pale hair and confidence was a dead giveaway. I guess I was too busy staring to realise that. God, mother would jump up and down with joy if she knew I was talking to a Malfoy. Maybe it would buy me a days worth of her being nice to me. The train started moving abruptly, making me misstep and stagger back once more, only to be caught by Draco’s rough hand by the arm again, this time being pulled unnecessarily close to his chest. “I’d start watching my step if I were you, love. Wouldn’t want to injure that pretty face of yours” He said, staring down at me with sparkling eyes. I internally swore at myself before pushing away from his grasp. This time, the absence of his hand left a lingering imprint of his touch.

A male voice came up from behind Draco “Hey Draco, what’s taking you so long we-” he paused when he spotted me. “Well, who’s this we have here.” He drawled out, very arrogantly letting his eyes scan me for longer than necessary. I clenched my jaw in irritation.

“It’s rude to stare, I’m sure your mother taught you that.” I said, annoyance very clear in my tone. His only reply was a smug smile and a wink, making me shoot icicles out of my eyes. “Well, if you boys don’t mind - I’ll be on my way. Good to meet you Draco.” I say before clutching the strap of my bag, quickly turning on my heel to leave before he could say anything. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull, something told me this wasn’t the last time I’d be seeing him.

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DRACO

“Blimey, Draco - she’s a beauty that one, what was her name?” He heard Blaise ask, interest evident in his tone. A sudden feeling of annoyance curled at his gut.

Draco turned to him with menacing eyes “Not your concern.” he said bluntly before shoving past him, sitting himself back down on the plush seats of the train, staring out of the widow in thought. ‘Good to meet you Draco’ her voice slammed into his head, making him blink. He couldn’t help but think his name sounded awfully tempting coming out of her lips. Then again, everything that came out of her lips sounded temping, her voice was like honey - flowing, and hauntingly pure. The damn girl looked and sounded like an angel - then again nothing less was expected from a Heartmor. Her presence here was curious, Hartmors usually remained within the confinements of Beauxbaton’s in France, very rarely were they seen attending any other school. She intrigued him, which was another rarity. Draco wasn’t known to feel drawn or intrigued by anyone, everyone just…was, to him - but perhaps it was just the Heartmor allure. There were tales of her family, some quite ridiculous, if you asked him. Some conspired that they came from a line of sirens - it was believable now that he’d seen one up close, he could certainly see men fling themselves to their death for a face like that. Others conspired a spell was involved, deeming each child of the Heartmor lineage to be…well, ethereally gorgeous.

There was a shyness to her, Elena, that is. Hesitation in her body movements and a softness in her voice. Draco hadn’t expected that. But it was her eyes that drew him in the most. The icy blueness of them generated a feeling like he was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension. He could tell by her body language that she did not like him, and those flickering azure orbs confirmed his thoughts, making him smirk to himself. But her blushing cheeks betrayed her, she found him just as attractive.

“What the hell are you smiling at, Malfoy?” Asked Pansy from opposite him making him sober up and plaster on his usual annoyed expression. “Do I look like I’m smiling, Parkinson?” he snarled.

Something told him he’d be seeing her again very soon.

Hey Baby [William Magnusson]

Prompt: After realizing his feelings for his best friend, William distances himself from the reason of his heartbreak. Until he is confronted. (x)

Pairing: William Magnusson x Reader, Chris Schistad x Reader (platonic).

Fandom: Skam

A/N: Here’s part 2 to Stones! I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a week, but my IB exams started last week, so I haven’t had any free time. I hope you like it!

Read the first part here.

“Hey, it’s me. Please call me, I need to speak to you.“

(Y/N) sighed as she hung up the phone. Her call had gone to voicemail, just like all of her calls in the past week. Ever since the party, William had been avoiding her, and to be honest, she was sick of it. She hadn’t even done anything. Even at school he’d been avoiding her, and when she’d try going to his house, he wouldn’t answer the door. 

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anonymous asked:

15 & 59 with stiles :) and can you make them not end up together in the end thank you!

Stiles Stilinski - “No one can hurt me like you can.”

“(Y/N)?”

You tensed all your muscles when you heard a well known voice yelling your name across the campus.

“(Y/N)! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” He wrapped his arms around your waist and attempted to kiss your lips. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you…” He didn’t seem to realize that you turned your head away and that his kiss ended on your cheek. “I’m sorry that I didn’t come over sooner and that I stopped calling you, but I promise that I will better my life and that I will be the wonderful and perfect boyfriend you deserve again.”

You licked your lips and nervously you shifted your weight from one leg to the other.

“What? Is something wrong? Are you not feeling well? Did I miss something important?” Stiles cocked his head, but you didn’t dare to look him in the eye.

You didn’t dare to look at him at all.

When he had stopped calling you, months ago, you had thought that you would never see him again, that he had broken up with you and had simply forgotten to tell you about it, that he had grown tired and bored of having to schedule your skype conversations so neither of you would miss any classes.

“No, I’m fine, I’m better than fine, actually…” You placed your hands on his shoulders and freed yourself from his embrace. “I’m just really surprised that you’re here.”

“I wanted to surprise you. I know there is no way I can make up for not talking to you for about 8 weeks, 6 days and 20 hours, but I wanted to at least give it a try.” Stiles shrugged his shoulders, but the smile on his face faded when he noticed that you weren’t sharing his enthusiasm. “O no, I’ve seen that look on people’s faces before and that’s not a good look…” He shook his head and bit his lip and you stared at the grass beneath your feet.

“You haven’t called or texted or spoken to me for 8 weeks, 6 days and 20 hours.” You took a deep breath. “You didn’t answer my calls, you didn’t answer my e-mails.” You paused for a moment. “I thought you were ignoring me. I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore. I actually even thought that you stopped loving me.”

“Hey (Y/N)!” A handsome young boy wrapped his arms around your chest and kissed your hair. “How busy are you right now? I’ve just bought the last two strawberry milkshakes and I was hoping to be able to share them with you.”

“Give me a sec, okay?” You looked up at him and your lips curled up into a slight smile. “Why don’t you go to our spot already? I’ll be there in a few minutes, I promise.” You nodded at him and the guy nodded back at you.

“See you in a few minutes then.” He kissed your temple once more before he walked away and you watched him until he was out of sight.

“What was that? Who was that?” Stiles had his eyes wide open and his jaw almost touched the ground. “Are you cheating on me? You know no one can hurt me like you can!” He raised his voice and you could see the despair in his eyes.

“Stiles, that was my boyfriend.” You took a deep breath and stared at the boy you had once loved so much. “I’m sorry, but I really thought….I just thought you were afraid to break up with me. How could I know that you would show up again?” You shook your head. “You broke my heart, Stiles. You broke my heart and he glued the pieces back together. So, no, you can’t make up for it anymore.” You paused for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

Stiles kept quiet for a few long seconds. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.” He lowered his shoulders and his eyes started to water. “Please, go get that milkshake with him. I’ll be fine. I guess. I hope.”

You stared at Stiles once more before you turned around and followed your boyfriend. You didn’t dare to look over your shoulder while you did so. You already knew what you would see and you didn’t want to see it.

6

„Did you look for me, Sam?“

Sam’s gaze went to the ground.
„(Y/n)?“ You, too, averted his gaze. Dean sighed. „Good. That’s good.“
„Dean“, you interrupted him, just earning an evil glare.
„Dean, listen“, Sam tried to explain to his older brother, but he cut him short. „What did you do, huh?“ His gaze fell back on you. Suddenly he looked a lot more disappointed than angry.

„No, we, we… always told each other not to look for each other.“ „Dean-“, you tried once again, but Dean shook his head.
„That’s smart. And good for you.“
You pressed your lips together, eyes glued to the ground.
Clenching your jaw, you inhaled deeply, before opening your mouth once again. „Dean, let me explain! Please!“
Dean glared at you. „No, (y/n). There is nothing to explain.“
„Yes, there is! If you would just listen, I -“ You were near to shouting now.
„What could have been possibly more important, than searching for you own family?“, Dean asked. He was shouting. „I was down in purgatory, (y/n)! And, by god, it was everything else than nice down there. I fought my way through to get back, and what did you both do? Just sit here and have a nice life. Maybe -“ „Dean, stop!“, you yelled back, but Dean continued. „Was it nice, (y/n)? Was it? I bet -“

„She was pregnant!“

For a moment there was complete silence between the three of you. „What?“, Dean asked, looking at Sam, than back at you.
„She was pregnant, Dean“, Sam explained once more, looking his older brother straight in the eyes.
You clenched your jaw and looked to the ground, trying desperately to hold back your tears. „It’s true“, you whispered, still not looking at him.
„But…“, Dean began. „Where-“
„We did look for you, you know?“, you interrupted him, finally looking at him now. „Two months we drove around, reading every book we had found, trying to reach you. But we didn’t find anything.“
You took a deep breath. „We asked demons, vampires, witches. Everyone who could possibly know anything about what could have happened to you. And as you may can think, not everyone was considerate towards us.“
You looked at Dean, who was looking at you, listening intensively to everything you said. „We had to fight more of those things, than we would’ve liked. And then at one fight, one of these bastards hit me. Right in the back. And I was bleeding. A lot. Nearly died of the loss of blood. We drove into the local hospital and the doctors were able to help me. But… that wasn’t everything.“ You made a small pause, to calm you breathing again. „They said, I would have to stay a few days longer, and as we wanted to know why, well, they told us, that I… Apparently I was-“, you stopped, as your voice cracked.
 „…Pregnant“, Sam ended the sentence for you, looking at you rather sad, as if the mere memory was painful to him. You gave him a sad smile, before turning back to Dean.

„She wanted to continue the search“, Sam explained further. „But I didn’t let her. I didn’t want to endanger the child even more than necessary.“
„We looked for an accommodation that was clean, safe…“, you started again. „Something where we could stay longer. I went to the hospital every few weeks, and we even started to buy things for… him.“
You smiled at the memory, but quickly it faded again. „We thought you were dead, Dean. And we thought that this could’ve been a new beginning.“
„No hunting anymore“, Sam continued. „Just our own family.“ You nearly flinched, hearing him say this, with such love, sadness and desire in his voice, that you nearly wanted to cry. Instead you looked back at Dean.

„I looked on my phone, tried to call you every now and then. I even talked to Kevin. Told him where to go, where to hide.“
You sighed. „Everything seemed so good. After years of demons, the apocalypse and people constantly dying around us… we settled.  We could live a normal life. We missed you, Dean, we really did. But then again… we were happy with what we had.“ You paused and looked to the ground. Tears threatened to roll down your face, so you took a deep breath, shaking a little, to calm yourself once again.
„We thought everything would be okay. Just for once“, you whispered.
„What happened?“, Dean asked, looking at you, completely serious.

„It was a few weeks, before he should have been born, as I woke up in the middle of the night. I was in terrible pain.“ A tear slowly rolled down your face, at the memory of the most horrible night of your entire life. Carefully Sam took your hand, squeezing it gently. You smiled sadly at him, wanting him to know that you more than appreciated his gesture, before looking back at Dean. „Sammy brought me into the hospital, as fast as he could.“ Talking hurt your throat as you tried your best to keep your voice steady. Thankfully Sam seemed to realized your difficulties and took over for you.
„As we arrived, they brought her in the OP as fast as they could. I had to wait outside.“ Sam didn’t knew how to go on. It was silent, as he slowly turned his gaze to the ground, and Dean looked between the both of you, waiting to hear the words, he knew would be coming.

„He died“, you whispered, while the tears started to flow down your face. You just couldn’t hold them back anymore. „It wasn’t easy for us. (Y/n) didn’t go outside anymore, she wouldn’t answer calls, texts and barely answer me in a direct conversation. I often went outside and, well, did probably drink more than I should have.“
„And then“, you said, as you recovered your voice, „You called.“
„And you answered“, Dean said, whereupon you just gave him a nod. Again silence fell over the three of you, as Sam looked at his older brother, before taking you in his arms, rubbing soothing circles on your back. After a while you had calmed yourself slighlty, and without letting go of Sam completely, you turned to look in the eyes of the older Winchester.
„We even had a name for him“, you whispered, smiling at the memory. „Even though it should have been a new beginning, that didn’t mean that we forgot. And we didn’t want to forget.“  Sam tightened his embrace a little, now looking at his older brother as well.
„We wanted to give him a name he could be proud of. Because we named him after the two people that meant the most to us in this world.“ You smiled, looking up to your boyfriend. Sam smiled back, trying to encourage you, even though he still had a sad expression left on his face. „So there was just one name that could be possible for us.“

Subconsciously you rested your hand on your stomach, feeling the warmth of Sam’s body near you, that slowly began to soothe you. Dean’s lips parted, as he stared at you, waiting for you to go on. And in the moment you told him, Dean looked up at you, his eyebrows raised, as he realized, that you really had believed that he was dead, but would never have forgot him. Not even for one second. Softly whispering, he repeated the name, that was chosen for the one person you would have loved the most on this whole planet.


„Robert Dean Winchester.“

darkfire-kai  asked:

Can you write a story about what would happen if Lewis and Vivi caught Arthur singing? And I don't mean embarrassment type singing, but beautifully singing this song that describes his feelings sort of thing. They weren't supposed to be there, or hear him, so he thought it was safe.

((Hhhhhh posting this because I ended up writing this while doing things today.

Anyway, song used is actually my headcanon voice for Arthur, and it’s honestly a song that the moment I heard it all I could think of was Arthur. The linked lyrics in here should all skip straight to the part of the song where their sung, just so if you read slower/faster than the song you can go back/ahead to it. uwu

Also, on a sidenote, since this is my headcanon voice for Arthur and I doubt I’ll get to talk about this band again for a while, this song is at the front of my Lewthur playlist, just replace the “she” pronouns in this song with “he” and you’ll see what I mean. *general Lewthur snuggling/fluff noises*

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ive tried to forget it but that night I went to see yo yo ma do his biggest crowd ever at the bowl, all 6 bach cello suites in one sitting, and then an encore!! with only one 15 min break in the middle!!! I was awestruck, holding back tears, jaw on the ground, eyes glued to the stage. the entire time me and my cousins were gawking and screaming with our mouths closed but. there were hundreds of people who left right after the break. they just stood up and went home and to this day I am still so so taken aback. how could they just do that

Isalan | Annoying Habits

Isabelle was glad she made the choice to move in with him. She felt happier to be with him all the time and it was wonderful. But Isabelle also noticed things about Alan she hadn’t noticed before, like always leaving dirty dishes around and the fact he spent more time hogging the mirror than she ever did. She also never realized how many eggs he used up every day, so there were barely any eggs for when she wanted to make some. She constantly bought a carton just for herself, only to find he ate them. She always had to bite her tongue back and take a few deep breaths to calm down and not get angry at him. They should not be that big of a deal, but every day it annoyed her more and more, building up inside of her. She was reading a book in her room and bookmarked her page, wanting to get something from the kitchen. Her jaw clenched when her eyes spotted empty eggshells in a bowl and another used bowl on the counter, obviously out for a few hours. Isabelle snapped and she grabbed the bowl of empty eggshells and marched to his room. She opened the door. “Okay, let me tell—” Her anger vanished and her eyes widened as Alan was in front of her, his torso bare. “Oh my gosh.” She whispered. Her breath was caught in her throat and she stupidly stood there, as if her feet were glued to the ground. She must’ve been unmoving for a good few seconds and her face was bright red. “U-Um…the…eggs…” She mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. She finally became conscious of herself again. “I’m sorry.” She said in a rushed manner and she walked out and back into her room, the bowl still in hand. “What just…” She said aloud. “What?…”