remarkable-faces

I wonder if there was ever a year in Hogwarts history where Every. Single. First year was sorted into one house. Like, maybe they didn’t even all belong there. But after like, the tenth kid was sorted into Hufflepuff (for example) The would-be Gryffindors are like, “hah, this’ll be a great joke let’s all ask the hat to be puffs. And the would would be Slytherins are laughing cos going into Hufflepuff would means no one suspects their pranks and plans and how very devious. And the would-be ravens go along because it would be an interesting experiment to see how this changes the school dynamic. And Snape is just like, FUCK they’re all Hufflepuffs help me and sprout is just BEAMING and also more than a little confused and McGonagal and Dumbles figure it out right away because they see those kids who are wearing remarkably Marauder-esque faces laughing over their brilliant seven year joke and Flitwick is confused because everyone keeps figuring out the riddle and all the lil puffs study in the ravenclaw common room when they want peace and quiet. And Hufflepuff always wins the house cup because there’s so many of them now. And over seven years all these kids that would be divided figure out that they even each other out and kids who would have been in four different houses are all best friends.

Tease

Originally posted by marorra

This one is dedicated to @onceuponagladerhead, @noones-girl1980 and that one anon who said they wanted it I appreciate you guys so here it is

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: AU in which Jughead and the reader are roommates at boarding school and they hate each other. The reader employs some ~interesting~ techniques to find out if Jughead likes her

Warnings: INAPPROPRIATE – THIS IS NOT WHAT I USUALLY WRITE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND IF YOU KEEP READING YOU CAN EXPECT SIN AND IMPLIED SMUT (nothing vivid but v implied) IF THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU’RE INTO THEN RUN FAST AND RUN FAR MY DEAR FRIEND (also swearing but that’s the least of the sin in here)

A/N: I know some people really want Jughead to be asexual but he is not in this fic so if you don’t like the idea then please don’t read it 

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anonymous asked:

Could we get a scene or sentence of Rhys messing with (or just talking to) nesta?

A moment later, Nesta was stomping through the front door, her face a remarkable shade of green. “I need - a toilet.” I met Rhys’s stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do? 

His brows shot up. But I wordlessly pointed Nesta toward the powder room beneath the stairs, and she vanished, slamming the door behind her. Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.

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Am I Still Your Hero?

Originally posted by iwannaseeitall

Written by Danielle 

Category: fluff

Word Count: 2,074

Request from Anonymous:  Hi! Can I request a scenario where Peter and the reader are childhood friends and the friend walks in on Spider-Man and she starts freaking out that Peter’s in trouble? And can Peter troll her into confessing how she truly feels for her childhood friend?? Sorry if that made like no sense.

A/N: After writing this I realized the anon could have been asking that the reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man but I had already read it as she has always known, so sorry if I misunderstood. I hope you still like this fic <3 I absolutely loved the childhood idea and hope I could do it some justice. I don’t know if he really trolled her lol because I couldn’t think of something clever, but I hope you still like their conversation in this. :) Loved your request! Thank you!! <3


“I see a dragon! What do you see (Y/N)?!” Your best friend Peter asks you excitedly as the two of you lay on the summer grass looking up at the big fluffy clouds.

“I see a unicorn. Right there!” You say as you point to the cloud next to Peter’s dragon. There is a slight breeze and it feels good with the hot summer sun beating down. Even with all the clouds, you can still feel the sun’s warmth on a beautifully perfect day like this. Nearby, you and your best friend’s favorite climbing tree stands tall, branches scraping the clouds. You’d probably attack it after looking up at the clouds for a few moments. At seven and eight years old, you and Peter spent your days running around in the field, climbing trees, staring at clouds, and looking for little critters in and out of the river. Every day was always full of adventure.

“Race you to grandmother Willow!” Peter yelled suddenly as he rushed up. You were right behind him as you two ran to the grand tree you loved so dear. Peter had named it grandmother Willow after the tree in one of your favorite movies, Pocahontas. Peter had beat you to the tree like he always had.

“One of these days I’m going to beat you, Parker!” You tell him while using his nickname trying to catch your breath.

“I’m a superhero, (Y/N)! And superheroes always got to come in first place so they can save people.” Peter exclaims as he pushes his glasses up.

“You’ll always be my hero Peter.” Smiling to Peter, he gives you a smile back as the two of you start climbing the tree.

Although all of your days weren’t spent living in the outdoors, Peter and you always managed to have fun.

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Karen Wheeler notices the biggest change in her children over the breakfast table. She notices how they sit slightly closer together, their bodies turned ever so slightly in towards one another, rather than away in annoyance. She notices how Nancy passes Mike the syrup for his eggs and doesn’t make a snide remark or a disgusted face. She notices how Mike carefully refills Nancy’s glass with orange juice before refilling his own. And she notices, most of all, how they always linger at the table long after she’s cleared their dishes away, quiet and sombre, as if the day ahead will prove more difficult than the last. And Karen—as she watches her children get up from the table, Nancy offering Mike a ride to school and Mike refusing because he’s meeting Lucas in ten minutes—wonders what brought them so close together and worries that she’ll never fully understand their pain. 

THE SWANQUEEN HUG


I completely understand why your upset Swen about this hug. Sur it was about the engagement, but it actually show us the dynamic between Emma and Regina. We know they are friends now…friends do hug.

Originally posted by mrsthompster

Nevertheless, I agree that the scene was off. Entirely. First of all, Emma seems more embarrass than anything when her mother looks at her ring, and even more when Henry asks her how Hook proposed. We all know he didn’t really do it, Emma pushed him to. She could have said she found the ring and then explain how it turn out, but she chooses to tell:

“I kind of say yes before he had a chance to.”

While saying it, she forced a smile. Note that this conversation happen with Henry and more importantly Snow, the woman who represents the fairytale world and so the Savior’s title given to the blonde.
The conversation feels rush, tense, like Emma doesn’t want to talk about it. Bravo for Henry ironic tone, by the way! Snow doesn’t even notice her daughter’s behavior, and the first thing she wants to do is planning the wedding. My bet, she would want for Emma to have the same kind of wedding they done in the Enchanted Forest. A fairy tale wedding.
Instead of being happy, the blonde cuts her and tell her mother, the wedding had to wait.

“We’re going to wait a little while before we start planning…”

Did you notice the chill in Emma’s voice… She doesn’t want her mother to freak out at this news, but she seems more in touch with herself than before while saying they want to wait to get married. Saying yes is one thing. Marrying the man is another.

“OH why?”

Ok it’s because of the Gideon thing, but did you see Emma deflecting eyes? BOUM, downcast, like she was sad to disappoint her mother and then she brings Gideon justifying the delay.

After, we have Zelena and Regina entering the loft. Zelena is the one noticing the ring. Why that? When they enter the loft, we can see Emma going to place her hand in her jean’s pocket, as she doesn’t want other to know. Except that when you’re engaged to the person you love, you want the world to know. Emma’s hiding it to Regina.
Zelena sees the ring and in a wicket smile exposes Emma to Regina.

“Is that an engagement ring?!”

Stop the video when Zelena pulls Emma’s ring to her eyes. Focus on Regina who is literally shocked to hear and see the news. The blonde is awkward in this moment and sad. She doesn’t even know how to respond. Emma’s attitude is worst than with Snow.  Zelena doesn’t say anything, not even congratulation. Nothing. Then we have this shot of Regina; open mouth, eyes cloud with tears. That’s not joy, that’s saddest.

“Hook proposed.”

Why saying this now instead of the conversation whit her mother?! The smile she gives is hypocrite, forced and a façade. So now Hook proposed. I thought she kind of say yes before he had a chance to… Way to go Emma. She chooses to say Hook proposed when Regina learns of the engagement. Really?!

“Oh… Emma…”

It sounds reprimanded no? Like she was going to add to this: “I thought I told you you’re too good for him…” Emma’s face after…Is she daring Regina to say something?! Chin held high, smugness. She is clearly daring her to say Something… and when the brunette says:

“I’m happy for you. I really am.”

It sounds like a goodbye. Regina is letting go. “Really” shows us Regina tries to convince herself. The hug was a way to feel each other close, one last time before letting go. Exactly as the conversation topic changes just after that. Remark Emma’s face in the hug. She is disappointed in the brunette, and sad that Regina didn’t say a word.

“That’s means a lot.”

Of course it does. For Emma, it means, Regina would not fight. But in reality, it means, the brunette cares so much about her that she rather watching the blonde marries a pirate than letting her know she has feeling for her. It means actions speaks louder than words. It means Regina is in love with Emma and chooses to sacrifice her happy ending in order for the blonde to have one. It means. Regina is Emma’s True Love.

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: can you write a peter parker imagine where you two are enemies in school, you two hate eachother and you see him everyday in and out of school because his parents are best friends with your parents. one day when you get home they call you and peter in and force you to two to go on a date, you just suck it up and go on it. as you went on the date, you two actually had a lot in common and at the end you two liked eachother. thanks! love ur writing ♥

A/N: thanks nonny! ♥

Warning: None


The teacher was blabbering about his usual lesson, it sometimes felt like it was the same lesson over and over everyday. You sat there, scribbling on the desk with your pencil, you were bored out of your mind, there was absolutely nothing to do. You were always bored as usual, mostly in science class, your least favorite place to be. And the subject wasn’t the reason you hated that class, it was your enemy, Peter Parker. As you were scribbling on the desk you suddenly feel something get shot at your head, and it was sticky.

You turn around, soon seeing a smirking Peter with a straw placed in his hand. You got out the thing in your hair, it a spitball. You were absolutely disgusted that you just touched something that came out of Peter’s mouth. Ew.

“Stop it.” you scowled, turning back around.

A few minutes passed, than another spitball came flying into your hair again.

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Until adolescence, I was very complexed by my size. I was often the smallest in my class, in other words almost always. I saw the other girls become women and I, keeping the body of a child.
I wanted to grow up, have nice curves, but Mother Nature wasn’t of the same opinion. So I abandoned, believing one day that the society shows us : a beautiful woman boils down to being tall and thin.
I don’t understand why this discrimination. It was as if women less than 1m70 could be lovely. Say I’m 1m55, it’s limit ridiculous.
And then one day I looked at my mother, who is smaller than me, she has faced many remarks about it. I saw her smile, happy and above all proud of her.
If was my click, for me, it was more radiant than all these models without expression. She exuded charm, happiness and femininity.
My mother is my opposite : coquette, with humor, gifted in many areas and without exception. Next, I felt even more tiny it.
Wonderful women of smaller sizes, it exists everywhere. We’re not talking Eva Longoria, Karrueche Tran, Hayden Panettiere and Lea Michele, we’re talking about people like you and me. ———By tit3.viet

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He's Always Like That

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Charachters: Reader x Betty x Archie x Jughead (platonic) 

Word Count: 664

Warnings: None

Anon Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is friends with the core four and she is a freshman. And people like Reggie and Cheryl pick on her so they protect her. Sorta like a reader protection squad 

A/N: So i guess a lot of you want a part 2 to “I Shouldn’t”… So I guess I’ll get to work on that. Look out for it within the next few days! <3


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Being a freshman was scary. For one thing, high school was totally different than being in middle school. There were different rules and expectations you needed to live up to in order to be socially accepted. There were new conditions to be met if you wanted to blend in. 

For example, you had to dress in a way that wouldn’t get you made fun of. You were a loser if you didn’t wear a a touch of makeup that could hide the little face demons that would pop up every once in a while. But even though you did all of these things, tried to blend in to the crowd of students, you were still always picked on. By Reggie Mantle. 

The oh so perfect jock who could find every single one of your flaws. It didn’t help that he was your brother, actually… it made it worse. He knew more things about you then you liked to admit. 

But the sucky thing was, he used those flaws against you. Of course you couldn’t go to your parents, they’d just tell you to stop tattling on your brother and kiss off. No matter how much he put you through, he wouldn’t quit. Teasing and tormenting, every day and night. That was another suckish aspect of your life, his torture would always follow you home where you couldn’t hide.

 One day, he was in a particularly grumpy mood and just wouldn’t stop pestering you while you were trying to get to class. “Reggie stop.” You grumbled as you tried to pick up your pace to get away from him. He only laughed and grabbed your bag, ripping it from your shoulder. You turned to grab it back but he only held it higher than you could reach.

 "Damn it Reggie, just give it back!“ You yelled as you tried jumping for it but he only held it out of your grasp as he giggled. "Please Reg, just let me get to class.” You said as you tried reaching for it again. “Hey Reggie, why don’t you quit being an ass to your little sister and give her back her bag?” You heard a stern female voice say. 

You both looked to see Veronica Lodge staring at the both of you with her arms crossed. “Oh, and what are you gonna do doll face?” Reggie remarked as he still refused to give you back your bag. Veronica opened her mouth about to speak when Archie, who had happened to hear her while walking through the hallway came by and grabbed your bag from Reggie’s hand. 

He handed it you and then glared at Reggie as he walked off. “T-thank you.” You yell after him as he turned to you and winked. Reggie groaned as he walked after him. “Come on Arch! You’re just ruining all the fun.” He yelled. You turned to Veronica who was now accompanied by Betty.

“Thanks Veronica, don’t mind my brother, he’s always like that.” You said as you shrugged your bag back over your shoulder. “No problem, so he’s always picking on you?” Veronica asked. You nodded. 

“Well, how about you hang out with us? We’ll make sure Reggie doesn’t bother you anymore. In fact, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, and I were gonna go to Pop’s later. Do you wanna join us?” Betty asked. “Wait, you’re inviting me to hang out with you guys? But I’m just a freshman, don’t you guys wanna hang out with other people your age?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.

 Betty and Veronica both shrugged. “You seem chill, so Pop’s after school ok?” Betty said as she started to walk off with Veronica to their next class. “S-sure.” You answered back, entirely grateful for what they were doing.

From then on, when Reggie started to tease you, one of your four new friends would help you out and it was awesome. Now you could actually enjoy your freshman year without worrying abut your dick of a brother.

This striking mural – some 80 feet long – covers the wall outside a Yemeni restaurant in Hamtramck, Mich. It represents Yemeni Muslim culture and history, and was painted by the Chilean artist Dasic Fernandez over the course of a winter month in 2013: “during the freezing cold and snow,” according to the civic group OneHamtramck.

I keep coming back to the intense gaze of the young girl veiled in turquoise (top photo). When the mural was unveiled, Fernandez remarked, “The child whose face is covered, look what she is wearing. She is wearing the sky, which represents freedom.“

Yemenis are one of the largest demographic groups in formerly-Polish Hamtramck; they now make up about 20% of the population. In Hamtramck streets, it’s common to see women fully veiled, with only their eyes exposed. The Muslim call to prayer rings out five times a day from more than a dozen mosques around the city.

By the way, Elissa and I highly recommend Sheeba Restaurant, which is on the other side of that mural. Above, you’ll see some of our Yemeni feast. We sampled maraq (lamb broth soup), creamy baba ghannouj, fassolia, fattoush salad, chicken stew with vegetables, and a fragrant lamb fahsa, which came to the table bubbling and steaming in that black casserole. Oh, and that delicious flatbread, which was the size of a hubcap before we tore into it. With admirable restraint, we abstained from dessert. 

–Melissa

Photos: Melissa Block/NPR

A moment later, Nesta was stomping through the front door, her face a remarkable shade of green. “I need—a toilet.” 

I met Rhys’s stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do? His brows shot up. But I wordlessly pointed Nesta toward the powder room beneath the stairs, and she vanished, slamming the door behind her. 

Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast. 

…Nesta’s retching filled the silence. Cassian gaped at Rhys. “What did you do?” “I asked him the same thing,” I said, crossing my arms. “He said he ‘went fast.’” Nesta vomited again—then silence. 

Cassian sighed at the ceiling. “She’ll never fly again.” 

The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 8)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: cheating, mild swearing (wow that’s a first), angst. A N G S T. i literally cannot prepare you for how much angst is in this chapter.

words: 3462

a/n: Alright, so this took a painfully long time to get finished, but i really believe you’ll think it was worth the wait. There’s just so much going on in this part, so it was pretty difficult to keep organized. As always, thanks a million to @secretschuylersister for checking it out for me and @digging-daveed for making the story happen.

If you want to be tagged in the next parts, just shoot me an ask!

tags: @isis278 @21phantasticromances @dvddggs @l-nmanuel @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part nine


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anonymous asked:

Shape of you by Ed sheeran w/ steve?:)

Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

A song you were entirely unfamiliar with boomed through the speakers, its rhythmic bass reverberating in the center of your chest as you struggled through the throng of dancing bodies. The tower was overflowing with too many guests for your taste, dancing provocatively and speaking merrily whilst consuming copious amounts of alcohol. The intermingled stench of stale alcohol and sweat paired with the music overwhelmed your senses as you trudged on. Natasha had coaxed you into attending another one of Tony’s infamous parties with her insufferable persistence, reasoning it would be a great time. You had reluctantly agreed, despite wanting nothing more than to be snuggled in bed with your cat, binge watching Criminal Minds after your latest mission. 

Relief washed over you as you finally managed to move past the crowd, catching sight of the bar where you hoped to find some reprieve. You approached and waved down the bartender a little too eagerly, ordering the strongest drink you could muster - a double shot of Patron. You nodded appreciatively as the bartender slid the glass across the wooden bar toward you, gripping it tightly and pressing its cool rim to your lips. You tossed the glass back expertly, gulping down the entirety of the bitter liquid in one swift movement. You hissed as a burning sensation ripped through your throat, half-slamming the empty glass against the bar as you straightened out. 

“I’m not sure whether I should be impressed or concerned.” Steve remarked, his face-splitting grin obvious in the way he spoke. 

“Impressed.” You reassured, turning to meet his blue-green gaze. “Definitely impressed, Cap.” You couldn’t help the suggestive smirk that tugged across your lips as you silently signaled the bartender for another round. 

“At this rate, I’ll be carrying you back to your quarters, Agent.” Steve’s voice fell effortlessly into his Captain’s tone as he crossed his arms knowingly over his ridiculously muscular chest. His biceps bulged deliciously at the action, accentuating his unreal shoulder to waist ratio. You blinked rapidly, turning away from his frame as the bartender slid over two, double shots in your direction.

“If that was supposed to deter me from drinking,” you began, motioning for Steve to join you, “I’m sad to say it’s only encouraged me further, Captain.” You teased, as seductively as you could manage. Steve’s lips matched your mischievous smirk as each of you took your respective shots, tossing them back with ease. 

It was no secret that nearly every agent under his command, both male and female, had the hots for Captain Rogers. It was nearly impossible not to - an enviable physique paired with boyish good looks and old-fashioned charm. Steve however, ever the professional, largely ignored all the affections he received. Yet, something was different between the pair of you. Different enough for you to take notice, but not too different as to alert the others - a flirtatious comment here, a playful nudge there. Over your time under his command, you’d discovered the super soldier was particularly skilled at straddling the line of professionalism loosely. 

“My apologies, M’am.” Steve playfully apologized, raising his hands innocently in the air. “It wasn’t my intention to encourage debauchery.” You quirked a brow as you sucked the lime that accompanied the tequila, your cheeks hallowing around the sour slice. Steve’s tongue jutted out to lick his plump lips at the sight, gaze falling to your lips before reconnecting with your eyes. 

“I quite enjoy debauchery.” You shrugged tossing aside the lime and reaching out to take his hand. “But let’s not talk too much about that.” You added, leading him away from the bar and toward the dancing, grinding bodies. 

“And what do you suggest instead?” Steve leaned forward with the inquiry, his lips by your ear. His hot breath fanned over the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders, desire pooling from your chest down to your toes. You continued forward with Steve following close behind until you reached the center of the crowd. 

“Grab my waist,” you instructed carefully, turning to face Steve, “and follow my lead.” You attributed your sudden bout of courage to a combination of the tequila pumping through your veins and the anonymity of being concealed amongst strangers. 

Steve’s gaze darkened noticeably as his hands down the curvature of your body and toward your waist. He gripped you gently and tugged your gingerly closer as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he looked down at you, your eyes fluttering closed as you let the music take over. Your hips swayed and twirled in a tantalizing dance, entrancing Steve as you matched the sensual rhythm of the bass. You moved closer with each movement until you were practically pressed against Steve’s taut, muscular torso. 

“Dancing sure has changed…” Steve muttered breathlessly, his grip tightening around your waist. You chuckled at the proclamation, looking up at him through your lashes.

“You have no idea.” You tempted, pulling teasingly away from Steve’s grip. “Trust me.”

Your movements were fluid and rhythmic as you twirled around, pressing your backside flush against Steve’s torso. He grunted in response, his hands frantically finding your waist once more. His arms wrapped desperately around your middle as you begin moving your hips hypnotically against his, your ass rubbing deliciously against his crotch with each sway. You arched your back against his chest, tossing an arm back and craning your neck to look up at him. 

Steve immediately took advantage of the position, pressing his lips against yours as his hips move hungrily against yours. The intimacy of the dance deepens with the embrace, your tongues moving in sync with your hips. You break the embrace and Steve protests with a small whimper, watching with wide eyes as you begin dragging yourself downward. 

“Christ, Y/N.” Steve curses as you fold neatly in half before him, intensifying the push of your ass against him. His hands move to the small of your back, simultaneously pushing and pulling you into his already stiffening erection. You flip your hair as you begin to straighten back up, leaning back against his shoulder. “You’re going to be the death of me, doll.” Steve adds as his lips fall to the crook of your neck, kissing and nipped at the delicate skin.

“I’m in love with the shape of you.” You gasp, half-moaning at the sensation of his lips against your scorching skin. 

“Bedroom?” Steve is just as breathless as you, his member fully erect against you now. 

“Bedroom.”

Sherlock’s Valentine’s Day Challenge Day #2

“Why would you want to celebrate a holiday created specifically to boost sales in the greeting cards and candy industries?”    

“…Because I love you?”

Sherlock x Reader

Side Note: I’ll try to use my own GIFS later once I make more, but for now I don’t have ones that fit my works. Thank you, everyone, for your support on the last one and I hope you enjoy the next!

Originally posted by angel-in-me

A figure blurred past Sherlock’s vision as he sat on his chair and looked intently at the screen of his laptop. With a slight shake of his head, Sherlock’s eyebrow raised along with his eyes to gaze at the hallway where you then preceded to run from the bathroom to your room in a rush. He smirked at the look of panic that crossed your face once your vision caught sight of the time on your watch. 

Adorable.

“Sherlock, have you seen the black dress I wore last week?”

He shrugged, knowing fully you wouldn’t see it, and began typing as you peaked your head out the door.

“Sherl! I asked you a question.”

Sherlock looked up at you before nonchalantly remarking, “I know,” and faced the screen once again. He heard you sigh and your footsteps retreat before the sounds of drawers being frantically pulled open was brought to Sherlock’s attention. 

Letting out a frustrated sigh, your annoyance took over. “Ugh! Where is it?” You threw your hands up dramatically in defeat. “God, I knew I should have set multiple alarms. My date will be here any minute!”

A low chuckle from the other room caught your attention. Getting up steadily, you walked over to the door frame and put your hands on your hips. 

“Oh, I’m sorry we can’t all be somewhat emotionless sociopaths who wouldn’t worry about looking presentable to the person they seek affection from.”

“I thought you were emotionless?” Sherlock smiled at you brightly for a few seconds before dropping the expression completely. “Actually, your mood swings are significantly increased whenever in my presence, not to mention around that time of the month - it can only be assumed that you are quite possibly the most emotional person to have ever been in my acquaintance. Never mind then.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at that with a shake of your head, “Very funny.”

Turning around to quickly throw on the second dress of your choosing and add a small touch of makeup, you approached Sherlock’s chair with a burgundy box in your hands. He caught sight of the flowing mid-thigh red dress you wore hugging your curves, and your hair that was wavy and perfectly framing your face… Beautiful.

Sherlock picked up his laptop after shutting it closed to place on the table beside him. His glance towards you was questioning, gesturing towards the box that you now extended for him to take.

“What is this?” Sherlock hesitantly asked you while taking it into his arms.

“Open it.”

His hands slowly took the lid off, its velvety material caressing his skin. Sherlock’s pupils dilated as he took in the beautiful violin you had bought just for him. The wood was glossy and shined due to the sunlight behind him as a warm feeling crossed over his chest.

You swallowed nervously. “I uh… Bought this when I saw it in a display case on my way back to Baker Street one day. Your’s was getting pretty beat up so I thought you deserved a new one - I can never thank you enough for helping me find my brother and letting me stay here, by the way,” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you swallowed before continuing, “and Happy Valentines Day.”

Sherlock’s brain couldn’t process what to say and battled with his own mind. You studied his expression as your hands moved to clasp behind your back and he blurted out the last sentence on his mind. 

“Why would you want to celebrate a holiday created specifically to boost sales in the greeting cards and candy industries?”     

“…Because I love you?” 

His whole body tensed up as the words tugged at his heartstrings - Sherlock’s eyes widened, and as silence filled the room once again, you began to freak out in fear of rejection. 

“I..”

“Just kidding!” Your laugh wavered. “I just wanted to see your reaction, and it was priceless!” 

You shook your head with a laugh, panic signals restricting you from noticing the words that began to be expressed out of Sherlock’s mouth. The sound of a phone text alert reminded you that you had a date. “He’s here! I’d better be off then. I hope you liked the present, Sherl.”

You smiled at him dismissively and walked over to grab your coat, much similar to Sherlock’s Belstaff - you had unconsciously bought it only due to the way it reminded you of the man that was constantly on your mind. 

You shook your head at yourself and wrapped the coat tighter around your body. 

What did you even expect, Y/N?

Your date was a mere distraction from what you really wanted, but knew you could never have. After confessing, although pretending to lie, you did all you could have done. The person who waited for you downstairs now deserved the utmost attention and care. 

Opening the door, you felt a hand on your wrist pulling you back forcefully and bringing you to face towards the inside of the flat.

“Wha-”

Your lips were cut off by Sherlock’s as his hands moved to cup each side of your face. He parted after a moment before moving his head to the other side, finding the perfect angle. The two of you stood there for a minute, lips moving in sync, before you pulled apart with a gasp.

“What was that for?”

He stroked your cheek and rested his palm below your jaw, his eyes trained on your lips. 

“Because I love you.”

tainted [05]

» featuring; jinyoung x reader x jaebum - got7, other idol groups and some original characters
» genre; angst x romance - business men x gang x mafia!au 
» warning; suggestive content

Doing your best to balance the stack of books in your left hand and your chin, your right hand carefully turned the doorknob of Jinyoung’s bedroom door before you peeked inside to see him nowhere in sight. You bit your bottom lip and let yourself in as you cradled his books that you had borrowed in your embrace. You always felt weird walking into Jinyoung’s bedroom without asking or letting him know, but he had reminded you time and time again that it was alright. And with the pile of books you’ve had kept borrowing from Jinyoung’s private collection, you couldn’t keep hoarding them in your own room when he keeps recommending you a new read every few days.

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♫ Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop- Landon Pigg//Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Can you write something for Remus x reader with the song ‘falling in love at a coffee shop’ by Landon pigg please?

The rays of the sun turn a faint red, soon after morphing into a hazy purple as the faint shape of a crescent moon appears in the clear, darkening sky. Gentle gusts of wind come and go, dried tree branches snap under rushing feet and drying leaves that have now turned the familiar hues of Autumn pirouette through the crisp October air, finding their way to the ground. 

The Three Broomsticks Inn is now lit only by torches that grace its walls. It’s almost completely emptied of the crowd that had spent the day sitting in its mismatched chairs and sliding goblets across the wooden counter for refills of burning alcohol and friendly remarks from the kind faced Madame that filled them to the brim each time. 

Y/N smiles to herself, satisfied with the silence that now fills the space. The sound of a page flipped by her nimble fingers seems much louder than she had expected it to, soon echoed from the other end of the inn. Her eyes glanced up at the sound, meeting the brown eyes of a boy who, to her, was only accidental touches in the hallways and apologetic smiles until the moment her glance lifted from the page. Their eyes exchange inaudible whispers, hushed “Hello"s fluttering through the warmed interior as the woman behind the counter smirks at the scene. 

The greetings remain unsaid, and infatuated eyes return to worn leafs of paper. The same smile spreads over both faces, undiscovered, yet still brightening the room, prompting a shaking head and a knowing smirk from Madame Rosmerta.


The sun shines brightly, the heat of its rays coated in the frosty air of the winter day. Cheeks are reddened, footprints left in the thin coat of snow that covers the ground, snowflakes sticking to the woolen fabric of hats. A bell rings as he enters, eyes wide open and roaming the room, looking for the girl who read and smiled, scanning the room for her y/e/c eyes, the scent of cinnamon reaching him only once he notices her in the very same place. 

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I’m Here. - S.M x Reader

So I’m considering writing some fanfictions/preferences again…but this time it’s with an entirely different subject matter. All of my writings will be strictly based on teen wolf from now on. 

**this idea has been in my mind for a few days, so i figured i’d try and see what people think.


Warnings: slightly depressing/triggering. fluffy ending, bc why not w/ scotty?

Words: too many.


You’d been feeling like this for a very long time. Lost, Trapped, Isolated… but in all honesty, all you’ve ever wanted was a companion.


One of those kinds of people who’d spend hours with you, car rides, movie nights, the whole nine. You were nearing the end of your final year in high school, but even with a class full of students, and your small group of friends, you’ve never felt more alone.


“Hey? Did you hear what I said?” a soft voice asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You looked up and saw those brown eyes that you’ve grown to love. 

Scott.

“What?” you asked softly, raising your head from your arms to look up at the boy.

“I said, I was thinking that all of us should take a trip, you know, camping? We’ve been so stressed with finals and everything, why not get away for the weekend?” He smiled softly at you, listening to the slight uptick in your heartbeat, knowing of your fear with the woods. “You know, I’ll keep you safe. I’ll always keep you safe, doll.” 

You shook your head, a slight chuckle leaving you as you’d realized he’d been monitoring your chemosignals. A lot more than normal, you mentally noted.

“What time am I to show up at your house, McCall?”

“Be there tomorrow morning, around 9? The others will be ‘round by 11.” he smirked. 

–The Next Day–

“McCall?! It’s freezing out here, I know you can hear me! GET YOUR ASS TO THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW BEFORE I K-” your outburst is cut off by the sound of Melissa opening the door.

“You alright, love?” she asks, smirking at the blush rising to your cheeks.

“I-I I’m… here to.. see Scott. Is he in his room?” you look up, scratching at your arm anxiously.

Melissa just nods, stepping to the side to let you in, walking towards the kitchen as you quietly close the door behind you.

You being to feel slightly nervous, remembering that the rest of the pack wouldn’t be around until 11.

Shit.

You’ll be alone with him for a while.

The whole pack knew of your growing crush on Scott, and they always continued to tease you about it.

Nobody had actually flat out told Scott about the crush, but they’d figure that he would hear the rise in your heartbeat every time he was around you.

Hey, look who’s here, Y/N! It’s Scott! Hey, buddy. Nice of you to arrive!” Stiles remarked, smirking as your face began to turn red.

“A little hot in here, Y/N? OH! Hey, Scott.” Malia smirks, frowning slightly as you cover your face, hot tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

You’d run off before anyone could question a thing.

You shake your head, walking upstairs towards his room before he would come down to question your sudden delay, knowing that you were already here.

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“Scott? Can… C-Can I come in?” you whisper, lightly hitting your knuckles against the wooden door to his bedroom.

“You already know the answer to that, doll.” he replies, a smirk on his face as he hears the uptick in your heartbeat at the petname.

You slowly walk inside, perching yourself on the edge of his bed, watching as he throws articles of clothing into the suitcase beside you.

“What did you bring?” he asks, turning to face you for a second, smirking as the pair of boxers he chucks nearly misses your face by a fraction of an inch.

“J-Just.. you know, clothes.” you mentally smack yourself for answering with such a dumb statement.

“I’d certainly hope so.” he laughs, turning around and walking towards you, zippering the suitcase with ease.

“Now, listen. You’ve been nervous the entire time you’ve been sitting here. Don’t lie to me, doll. What’s on your mind?” he whispers, tilting your chin up so you have to look at him. 

“I-I… um… just.. don’t want to go to the woods, s’all. It reminds me of…” you cut yourself off, tears filling your eyes.

He shakes his head, pulling you into a warm hug.

“I promised I’d protect you. You’ll be okay. Now, c’mon, Stiles is here, let’s load our things into the Jeep. Lydia and the others will meet us at the campsite.”


The entire ride there, you were silent. Staring out the window, alone in the backseat of the Jeep. You could feel someone’s eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them. You were too lost in your thoughts to care. 

Soon after, it was finally time to get the things out of the back, and walk towards the campground.

“I’ve got everything here! We can pair up in sets of two. That way, all of us can comfortably sleep in the tents.” Liam said, laughing as you struggled to get the poles together.

Eventually, you were ready to sleep. The pack had spent a few hours telling scary stories, to which Stiles nearly landed in Malia’s lap from fright. 

But then, they had started to tease you when you’d gone close to Scott for warmth.

“You okay there, Y/N? Scotty can protect you from the big bad wolves!” Liam laughed, the rest of the pack joining him.

“Yeah, you want to go in the tent? We can take turns guarding it!” Malia joked.

You forced a smile, but inside you were fighting to keep the tears back. You knew they were joking, but sometimes, it still hurt.

Scott, noticing the change in your mood, looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“I-I’m… going to go to bed. Goodnight, guys.” you said, slowly walking towards the tent.

About an hour later someone had begun to unzip the tent. You tensed up, still awake.

“it’s just me, it’s okay.” Scott murmured, slowly laying down beside you.

“H-Hey.” you whispered, trying to hide the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Y/N.. you’ve been crying. Please, talk to me? What is it? You’ve been acting off all day.” he said, turning you over gently so you were facing eachother.

“I-I’m just embarrassed, upset… I-I don’t know.” you sighed, looking up at him.

“I-I like you. A lot. A-And they keep teasing me for it. And I hate it. I know you don’t like me like that, but it just…sucks. I thought you’d leave, a-and then you started becoming a little distant so I t-thought you’d just drop me as a f-friend..” you confess, whimpering when you felt him stiffen beside you.

“You do like me, then? I just thought Stiles was busting my balls… but hey, don’t cry, doll.” he says, wiping your tears gently.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t cry. I-I like you too, and like I said before. I’ll keep you safe, I’m here now, i’ll protect you..” you rolled over and he slowly pulled your back to his chest, muttering apologies for how you felt in your ear.

He held you for the rest of the night, keeping you warm and safe, hands intertwined and soft breathing against your neck.

“Sleep well, doll. I’ll see you in the morning.” he whispered.

And then, you were out like a light.

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This sucked but I haven’t written anything in a while. So let me know what you think and/or request anything you want in my ask box and I can write it up for you. xx

Your Beacon

Pairing: None, Teen Wolf x Reader

Word Count: 1154

Summary: Something’s off about you today, and everyone notices.

Warnings: None

A/N: I wondered if it would be a thing they could sense, and it gave way to this. I’m on season 2. Your crush could be anyone.


The day began like any other: your alarm rang, and you shut it off, forgetting about it until your father threatened to eat your breakfast if you didn’t get out of bed. You ran to the bathroom to wash up and brush your hair, looked through piles of clothes for something clean, and ran downstairs in time to snatch the burrito off your plate before the honking of Stiles’ jeep called you out. You kissed your parents goodbye, and headed out for another day of school.

“Morning.” you greeted as you climbed in. You looked up to find Stiles’ brow furrowed. “What?”

“Did you do something different?” He started the car and headed toward Scott’s.

“No, why?” you flipped the visor down and checked yourself in the mirror.

Stiles shrugged, “I don’t know. You just look different.”

“Is it bad?” You looked closer, but couldn’t find anything.

“Oh, sorry, no. It’s just…”

“Different,” you finished for him, suppressing a smile.

“A good different,” he assured, slowing down as you approached Scott’s house.

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