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Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Wade Wilson x reader
Genres: angst, attempted rape, more angst, bad language, mild fluff
Words: 2.760
Summary: Reader is attacked in an alley; Wade shows up and saves her, but says a rude comment, which makes reader mad. He tries to apologize, but to no avail, until he comes without his suit. Reader invites his for a beer and they talk, in the end finding a friend in one another - requested by @directorpercivalgraves 

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Heartlines Part I: Harsh Words

Hi everyone, this is my first imagine series ever, so hope you like it!

Summary: Y/N is running from the harsh words her supposed soulmates (yep, plural, that’s her very own punishment, having more than one soulmate) told her and while in the run, someone kidnaps her. AU! Where you know who’s your soulmate because of the “heartlines” that lit up the first time you touch your soulmate.
Word count: 2375
Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader.
WARNINGS: Reader is kidnaped, assaulted and insulted. Angst. Reader feels unimportant. I don’t know… it’s pretty sad, don’t read if you are sad. Sorry, don’t know how this works quite yet.

Part II   Part III Part IV

My legs felt numb, my lungs hurt, my eyes burned from all the unshed tears, but still, I kept running. I couldn’t stop… because I knew that if I did… then I would have to face the truth and I wasn’t in for that now, or ever for that matter.  So run I did and I was doing so well at forgetting the world around me, that I didn’t notice someone following me until he got my arm rather forcefully and I felt something in my neck that probably was a shot of some drug.

I woke up bound in a chair not knowing even my name and with the mother of all headaches. However for the next hours, I learnt to miss that state of ignorance since everything came rushing back to me:

-“Y/N, this is not a good moment” “But Barry, I just…” “Iris needs me, I need to go” “I-Is she alright? Is she in d-danger?” “What? No! She just… needs me and I’m going with her” “But Barry… I need you too, I- my dad came and…” “And what? Y/N, can’t you stand a day without being the victim?” “What? Barry, what are you trying…” “All I say is that it always has to be about you, always! But I have no time for that now; I need to go with Iris” “Is she more important than me? Than us?” “Y/N…” “Answer me” “Y/N, I don’t have time for this…” “Just answer me, dammit!” “…Yes, is that what you wanted to hear? Now I have to go”

Originally posted by supercanaries

-“Clark! Please, we need to talk!” “Not now Y/N, I’m in a hurry” “What? Why?” “Lois is going to reportage about the war in…” “And that’s your business because?” “Because it’s dangerous and she is… very important to me” “Am I important too?” “What? Y/N of course you are, don’t be ridiculous” “Is just… that she is always first, these days your priority is Lois” “Y/N…” “She is just your favorite person, isn’t she?” “Y/N, please…” “Do I even make it to the top ten?” “Of course, baby. Can I go now?” “Are you serious?” “Very. The plane goes off in less than half an hour, Lois must be waiting” “And you can’t leave her waiting, can you?” “Y/N…” “If… if you go through that door, Clark, I swear…” “Thanks, bye!” “…you’ll never see me again”

Originally posted by sorry-no-more-no-less

- “Alfred, take Y/N back to her home in Metropolis” “Bruce! Stop! You cannot do this; we have to talk” “That’s why you have speedy and the alien, to talk and be sweet to you” “Bruce, please! We need to solve this, we need to talk this through” “There’s no time, Y/N. However, I’m sure Barry or Clark would be delighted to have you with them for the night” “None of them cares for me enough, Bruce… I just need to know that I matter to someone, then you can go and save the city, but please… ” “Then what am I? Your last choice?” “What? No! Bruce, it isn’t like that, you know I love you all” “You’ve said that plenty of times before” “Bruce, please… I just need a reason not to go… I need a reason to stay” “Apparently, I don’t have one” “Bruce…” “If you want to go, then go! See if I give a shit”

Originally posted by theres-nothing-to-prove

-Oh! Sleeping Beauty is finally awake-someone cracked and made me look up. In front of the door of the room I was in, was a tall man. I couldn’t distinguish much more since the lights were still off.
-Have been for a couple of hours, actually-I answered calm since this wasn’t the first hostage situation I was in, after all, being the soulmate of 3 known superheroes has its downside. The only difference from this occasion was that here I didn’t had the certainty that one of them would rescue me.
-Well, sorry for the delay, then-he started to come near me- We were just staging everything for the big show.
-I’m guessing I’m an important part of it, aren’t I?-I said with a tired smile, which he, whoever he was, corresponded.
-The main event! Everything is about you, my dear-the lights were finally turned on and after I got used to the light, I took a look to my captor.
-Edward?-I gasped surprised. My publisher was right there, in front of me. If I ignored the crazy smile on his face, is like he was the normal Edward I knew as my publisher, my friend, my shoulder to cry on… and now, my captor.
-I know you’re surprised, dear. However, do try to be open minded… because isn’t this just fun? I mean, it’s fun for me because your face is priceless but for you… oh, dear Y/N, this must be horrible. Everyone in your life isn’t really there for you anymore, are they? No, they aren’t-he answered his own question before I could- I mean, let’s see: your parents are now dead, your brother is off to Europe and you two don’t talk much anymore, you don’t even know he is married now!-he laughed
-What?!-I exclaimed, confused.
-Oh, yeah, that’s because the invitations were delivered to your boyfriends’ houses, but none of them cared enough to tell you about it.
-That’s not true, my brother doesn’t even have a girlfriend, he…
-But he does, see it for yourself-he put his cellphone right in front of me. I could see my brother in a tuxedo, embracing lovingly a woman with blonde curly hair and milky skin-… and let’s not forget about the video I took!-he said starting a video where I could see my brother chatting with some people I didn’t knew, holding the blonde’s hand, laughing, smiling…
-You were there?!-I shouted, surprised when I saw him in the video
-Of course! I was very surprised when I didn’t saw you there and that’s when I started to work out your failing relationships-he murmured while putting away his phone.
-My relationships aren’t failing
-No? Then, care to explain this?-he clicked something in his cellphone and Barry’s voice started to sound

“I need to go with Iris” “Is she more important than me? Than us?” “Y/N…” “Answer me” “Y/N, I don’t have time for this…” “Just answer me, dammit!” “…Yes, is that what you wanted to hear? Now I have to go”

-Or maybe this one?-another click and now was Clark’s voice

“Y/N…” “If… if you go through that door, Clark, I swear…” “Thanks, bye!” “…you’ll never see me again”

-Maybe this other one?-one click more and now I could hear Bruce’s voice

“Bruce…” “If you want to go, then go! See if I give a shit”

-I know! All of them were out of context, huh?-he said with a bright smile, staring down at me. I gulped down all the tears that threatened to come out and tried to talk.

-What do you want from me?-I asked, looking down.
-What do I want from you? Right now, just admit what you already know… that they don’t love you, even though their heartlines illuminated with you, they don’t love you.
-I… Why?
-Because you have to do it-he answered harshly, however, I just wanted to know why and I wasn’t backing down
-Tell me why and I’ll do it-I said proudly looking up- Maybe because you think you are better than them, you think you deserve a chance with me, you think…-I couldn’t continue because of a slap in my face that launched me to the ground.
-I don’t “think” I’m better than them or that I deserved a chance, I know it! I’ve always known that but you refused to accept it. I was the perfect candidate to be the one who lit up your fourth heartline! I even considered forgetting you are a whore since birth! But you ruined your chances and now I’m here to show you your mistake-he ended with a smile while he grabbed the chair I was in and put it back to place without a care.
-What are you going to do?-I asked trying not to show my fear, but failing miserably
-I’m going to put on a show where you will be able to see how your soulmates don’t care one bit about you and…
-I already know that-I interrupted him
-Oh, so you are not making any bets? No hope that any of the 3 will come to get you?-he said with a giggle that I found terrifying.
-No, I have no hope at all… will you end this game now?-I said while looking down
-Unfortunately for you, I do have my bets and consequential plans with those bets
-Weren’t you going to show me how they didn’t care enough for me?
-Oh yes! But my plans were to attract them here, to you, and then show you how the only reason they came was because they were heroes, not because they loved you… however, it never occurred to me that they weren’t coming. So, if you are right, then I’m afraid that this is your last night alive-he laughed even more while I opened my eyes in shock.
-No… Edward, why are you doing this?-I asked in tears
-Because: A) It’s fun! B) You obviously deserve it, I mean; you are a freak with those four heartlines and C) This plan has been going for a long time, I wanted to play with my rivals for some time now, but now they are no longer my rivals… once you are out of the picture, they will be my playmates.
-Edward… please, just… I need to say goodbye to my brother, please-I said trying hard not to scream and cry for mercy because now I knew he wouldn’t give that to me, he was clearly a psychopath and psychopaths don’t give a shit for their victims but I at least wanted to say goodbye to my brother, he was a good brother and if he had a family I didn’t wanted them to see me like the aunt bitch that never communicated.
-I suppose everyone needs a closure and I like your brother, he was very kind to send me an invitation…-he murmured while he thought about it- Okay, you can say goodbye to him. There’s a camera right there-Edward lifted my chair and rotated it to my left, where I could see for the first time a camera that was apparently recording- I was going to send a copy to the Justice League but I guess I could send your brother another copy.
-Could you, please, cut the parts of my torture?-I said with a slight tremble, earning a confused glare and a twisted smile from Edward
-How did you know I was going to torture you?
-It’s obvious… you want to make me suffer for not choosing you, even though I don’t have a say on it-I said gazing up to him and his smile just widened.
-Yeah, obvious… go on then-he motioned to the camera and I sighed.

-Hi brother!-I said being over cheerful- I heard you got married and I just want to say ‘Congratulations, you bastard!’ I hope you are incredibly happy with her and… I also hope that you forgive for not being there with you. I’ve been nothing but an awful sister and for that I’m sorry, you deserved better.  You deserved a much better sister than what I could ever be… I… I wish we had talked more, that we hadn’t drift apart but there’s not much we can do now. So I want to tell you that none of this is your fault, none! I know it’s rare from me taking away from you some guilt, but… well, I love you bro, that’s all I can say and I want to show it to you by forgiving everything you did to me when we were children, because I know you sometimes still feel guilty about it, and I also asking for forgiveness for everything I’ve done to you in our childhood and in our adult life. I hope you can forgive me… especially for apologizing only when I’m so close to my death.-I sighed
-I know that when this arrives to your home in Europe I will already be dead… and I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry that you will know of my death because of a video or maybe a phone call or anything, I’m sorry I’m dead because maybe you are going to feel guilty or maybe you are going to drift apart from your beautiful wife… so, in this video, I ask you to do neither of those things. I ask you to go on with your life and don’t hate me, or this situation, or anything about it… just… go on and be happy knowing that’s what I wish for you-by this time, tears were freely streaming down my face
-God! I’m awful for this things… everything I’ve said doesn’t make sense and you are probably done with this video… however, if you have come this far, I want you to know that I love you, I couldn’t ask for a better brother and that I will always be sorry for being an awful sister. Oh! Also, you don’t have to be guilty about anything I…
-That’s enough!-Edward interrupted me while moving my chair to the side- Too much yada, yada. Now it’s time to get you ready… Guys!-Some over-muscled goons entered the room; their faces were stoic… where the hell do all of these villains get these goons that are so alike? - Why don’t you get our main guest ready for tonight’s show?-he said while grabbing the camera and giving it a better position, one where my face could be seen clearly along with the goons.
The fat men exited the room, but were back soon enough.
-Y-you are going to record this?-I asked slightly trembling at the sight of the goons carrying an electroshock machine.
-Of course! The Justice League members can’t miss the backstage show now, can they?-he said with a horrible smile.

I just gulped and hoped against hope that Barry, Clark or Bruce came for me… noticed that I was gone… but deep down, I knew they wouldn’t come.

Forget me not

Um, not really sure how this works but I wrote a one shot so perhaps you’d read it? Totally cool if you wanna publish it. It probably needs work and the ending kinda sucks. Warnings: Sad I guess? Amnesia? Nothing to bad.


“How’s my favorite patient doing?” The doctor asked as he waltzed into my room with a tray.

“I’m fine thanks.” I replied, switching the TV off. “Two girls were found last week with their hearts ripped out.”

The doctor sat down besides me. “That’s a bit grim. But hey, tonight’s spaghetti night!” He placed the tray down. “I managed to sneak some extra dessert for you!” He handed me a chocolate bar. He always had candy on him.

“I don’t mean to be rude but I’ve been here for a couple weeks now and I still don’t know your name.”

He smiled. “You can call me Gabriel.”

“Gabriel. I like that name. How long have you been working here?” I asked.

“Not long. I started just after you were admitted really.” He told me.

I twirled the spaghetti. “Sorry this conversation is a bit one sided. I don’t know much about myself. I’m not being nosy am I?”

He laughed. He had a great laugh. “No, not at all. And it’s not your fault, amnesia and all…” His voice faded. “Anyways, I have a break now. You don’t mind if I keep you company, do you?”

I smiled. “Not at all. I don’t have anyone visiting me. I don’t know anyone. It’s nice to have a friend.”

“What do you remember?” Gabriel asked.

“Not much. Smoke, broken glass, sirens and waking up here. No names or anything. Maybe some friends or a boyfriend. Do you have a special someone?” I asked.

He looked out the window. I could see tears forming in his eyes. “I had someone once, a girl. But I got careless. She was in a car crash that I could have prevented. I miss her.” He wiped his face, his usual grin reforming on his face. “Let's  not focus on that. Have you heard the joke about the two scientists in a bar?”

We were interrupted by a nurse. “A call for you Doctor. A mister Winchester?”

He smiled at me. “Be right back sweetheart.”

He left but I could hear muffled bits of the conversation.

“Yeah she’s better.” Pause. “No, nothing really. Bits and pieces. Aftermath of the accident is about it.” Pause. “No, not even us.” Pause. “Stop being so selfish! I know it was my fault! She was my girlfriend for Dad’s sake. I’ve tried. We just have to hope her memory will come back on its own.” Pause. “Visit? Maybe, she might remember you guys. If you can prove you know her she might be able to go home. Tomorrow. Don’t be late.” He hung up walked back into my room.

“ What was that?”

“Nothing. I need to get back to work. You should get some sleep.” He put his hand on my arm.

“Not tired…” I muttered as I drifted off.

I woke up about 15 hours later. A bowl of sugary cereal rests on my night stand. Gabriel. No other doctor would have given me this.

As soon as I finish, there’s a knock on my door. It opens and Gabriel’s there as well as three other men. One is tall with long hair and a plaid shirt, another is average height with short hair and a leather jacket, the last has short dark hair and is wearing a trench-coat.

“You’ve got visitors!” Gabe says. He smiles but I can tell that it’s forced.

“Hey, remember us?” The leather jacket guy says.

I shook my head. “Sorry, no.”

“Well I’m Sam, this is Dean and that’s Cas.” The tall one said.

“Doesn’t ring a bell. I’m really, really sorry.”

Sam’s phone beeped.  He picked it up. “Agent Capaldi here. Another body? Right away sheriff.” He hung up.

Dean looked at me. “We gotta go but we’ll come back soon enough. Promise.”

Before they left Cas handed Gabriel a small brown notebook. “I thought this might help.” He took it as if he’d just been handed a bomb.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Just a photo album, nothing important.” He replied hastily, shoving the notebook in his pocket.

The three men left, Gabriel following then.

“Why don’t you give it to her?”

“I’ve been thinking. Maybe she’s better off without me. Without this life. A new start.”

“Are you joking? You’re a mess without her.”

Arguing continued outside my room. You got out and picked up the notebook that had fallen out of Gabe’s pocket and flipped to the first page.

A Gabriel, without scrubs, with a ridiculous party hat posed in a photo, carrying a massive cake. The three men were in the photo too. I looked at the cake. “Happy Birthday-” I stopped. My name was on that cake. Coincidence. Another photo of Gabriel was on the next page. He stood next to a girl. They were at an amusement park with cotton candy the size of a basketball. This time I couldn’t deny it. That was me in the photo. His girlfriend was me.

“I bet you won’t be able to finish that!” I hear Gabriel say. But it’s just a memory. The sound of the games, smell of deep fried everything, the flashing carnival lights.

“Twenty tickets says I can!” I reply in the memory.

It fades and I’m back in a hospital bed. I remember.

“What was that?” Another memory.

“A vampire. We just saved your ass.” The man from earlier, Dean, had said. 
He and his brother Sam took me in after I’d been attacked by a nest of vampires. Three years ago.

Two weeks after, I met Castiel, an angel.

Then I met Gabriel. I heard so much about him, his tricks, his death which apparently he’d faked. He came to me after a wendigo hunt where I almost died, claiming he was now assigned to be my guardian angel. We’d become best friends much to the Winchesters’ dismay, but he grew on them. Two years, eight months ago.

I’d had a crush on him forever. Turns out he liked me back. We started dating. One year, three months ago.

Then came the accident. I was crossing the street when a car came out of nowhere. The only thing I saw of the driver was his black eyes most likely possessed. Three weeks and one day ago.

I remember. The hunting, the monsters, everything. I remember Gabriel. The dates, the prank wars, the childish bickering.

“Well these guys have to go now and-oh.” Gabriel noticed the photo album in my hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me? That I was a hunter? That we were together? Why?” I ask.

Gabriel hesitates before answering. “I thought… I thought that if you finally had a normal life-”

“I don’t want normal. I want you.”

bavardagenocturne  asked:

Hello there do you read any drarry fics? What are your favorites?

Iha h hhhha ha, do i. do i

sighs yes friend, i do, probably too many, as you can tell from this long ass list

some of my faves:

Here’s the Pencil, Make it Work  by Ignatioustrout. ( @boogieprince )

 Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”   

This one is sort of fandom famous, I gather. Coffee shop au with Draco living like a muggle, Harry who is so very curious and has no excuses and who’s life is a bit of a mess, and drarry friendship!.-This was the very first drarry fanfic i read, -in a time where i wasn’t even really in the hp fandom anymore, mind you - and it’s 100% the reason I have returned to my hp trash origins and have allowed drarry to take over my life, and so it will forever have a special place in my heart. I really love the meta insert this story has, the characterization and world discussion is top notch and muggle living snarky sweater wearing cute and jerk-y repentant Draco and wtf am i doing with my life earnest, embarassed and unwittingly charming Harry at it’s best. 

Another Mask Behind You and Now the Shining Sun is Up  by Lettered ( @letteredlettered )

Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies 

Epilogue, What Epilogue? About five years after the battle of Hogwarts. Someone at the Ministry has it in for former Death Eaters. Draco Malfoy launches his political career as a rebel. Harry thinks it’s all a laugh. 

Lettered is one of my favorite authors; her writing is smooth as silk, (in some of her stories it feels a little bit too constructed, but it doesn’t really bother me, and it’s not the case on these two)her world building is amazing and she handles angst without seeming forced cry me a river fic like a pro.The tension in her stories, in the way she deals with the conflict between harry and draco and how the war changed them, how she questions both j.k’s treatment of slytherins and the super easy redemption the fandom sometimes gives them at the same time is terrific, so smart and pretty unique. Another Mask Behind You, you can prob tell, is very very smutty. Like really. Heed the warnings. It has harry hiring rentboy tristan bonchance, not knowing he is draco and then they manage to fall in love and when he finds out it’s draco lots and lots of angst and feelings and guilt and discussion arise ( the ending is one of my very faves). In now the shining sun is up harry is a slightly disilusioned with life and sort of numbed down auror and draco is stirring up trouble by speaking up against exagerated and dangerously persecutionist post war backlash to people who’ve been on voldemort’s side (and on some cases people who were connected to people related to people on voldemort’s side). Harry thinks he’s delusional and silly and then he doesn’t. This is one of my most favorite fics, the post war characterization is the best, harry dismissing it all is infuriating but understandable and in character, the anti former death eater hate doesn’t feel “poor, poor bullied draco”, like it often can, it feels real and the dialogue/ the discussions harry and draco have are just perfect; it’s meta insert fic nailed hard. 

Requaero Probum by evansentranced

Parolee Draco Malfoy has one last chance to redeem his family name: a Requaero Probum, a noble quest to prove his honor. And what could be more honorable than travelling to a tower to save a damsel from a curse?

This fic somewhat inspired by Shreck, I think, in which Draco needs to fulfill a quest to earn his freedom, and that quest is to bring Harry, who is currently trapped in a tower in the middle of the forbidden forest, back out into the world. This is so well written, so unlike any other drarry fics I’ve read, full on adventure fic with deeply irritating (but not really ooc) Percy and a delightful take on Draco and Harry. It’s Pre-slash, and the kind of pre slash that makes you want to beg for a follow up, and i love it and i really, really wish this style/thematic was more popular in the fandom, bc its just gold.  

Unhook the Stars by jad

“Love is like a Rubix Cube: there are countless wrong twists and turns, but once you get it right, it’s perfect no matter how you look at it.” Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven’t learned how to communicate like normal people – with words.

Draco is a professional dom rentboy and Harry hires him and there’s angst and lots of being tied up and fucked and baby scorpius and feelings. Porn with a lot of plot, but still a lot of porn so heed the warnings; a liiiiitle resembling Another Mask Behind You, with a very different turn. This story is so well constructed so well thought out; i love harry’s characterization and the rocky relationship and the angst and the issues and how frustrated it makes you because why dont they just talk and it’s just overall amazing. also, draco has a yellow camaro he calls honey badger and harry wears a bdsm collar in broad daylight like it’s nobody’s business and manages to influence some kids into wearing it too.

Dragons with Silver Linings (or Harry Potter is a Treasure) and Got caught in the ruse of the world by megyal

Harry is living a life most ordinary; maybe a dragon can shake things up.

A game of truth or dare.

In the first, Harry is working at Gringotts as a minor curse breaker and discovers Draco is one of the vault guarding dragons as an animagus, and thus tries to woo his friendship with his green, green eyes. The second is just a little one shot, post truth or dare sex haze drarry, but it’s just so eletric and good ? I don’t even know. It’s funny, slightly angsty and snarky and compelling, and just read them. Trust me.

One Night at The Leaky 

Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.

The author of this is Anonymous and that’s so sad bc it. is. so. good, and i would love to read more from this author? sigh.anyway, Harry is pining and oblivious and Draco is flirty  and unfairly hot and there is drunken truth or dare with all the hogwarts crew and it’s such a fun story, the ust is handled brilliantly, it’s hilarious and cute and toroughly good. 

 Corridors of Power by blythe and Circe

Being An Originally Intermittent Account of the Political (Mis)Adventures
of the Viscount Northallerton, Lord Malfoy of Wimbledon; and the Rt. Honourable Harry J. Potter, Member of Parliament for North Southwark and Bermondsey (Liberal Democrat) 

Oh, the writing here is one of the absolute best, the dialogue is perfect and the development of the relationship between draco and harry is so, so good. It’s not a muggle au, but it is predominantly set in the muggle world, most specifically the english parliament, with such interesting world building. Harry is a lib dem and draco is a conservative (i know next to nothing abt british politics, and maybe for that reason this story was very amusing), and they have a competitive sort of flirty sort of piny sort of friendship thing going on. The tension and balance and baggage between Draco and Harry is delightful and it’s my favorite type of fun story, where everything is so well constructed and detailed and still deeply amusing but always with an edge, and my fave type of drarry friendship. It’s one of the best fics out there, and if you like this one, i really rec currency by the same author as well.

There Come a Mist and a Weeping Rain and Storm in a Teacup by Faithwood

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.

Faithwood is one of my absolutely favorite authors; every fic i’ve read by them is just too good, and i honestly rec all of them. Both of these are eight year fics, (faithwood is def 8th year fic queen, imo), so funny and amusing and adorable and in character and slightly angsty and sweet but it’s all so well balanced out. Featuring eight year goodness and tentative drarry friendship and stupid boys being embarassing and often oblivious. Two of my very faves and an author i come back to again and again. (Punching Mistletoe is a really short but really, really great one too)

Drop Dead Gorgeous and The Way We Get By by maya mistful

“I realise this may come as a shock to you, but our investigations have been going on for some time, and we’re quite sure. Your mother Lily Evans was not, as we had all previously believed, of pure Muggle stock. One of her ancestors was a Veela.”

This fic is a really, really fandom famous one; it’s not online anymore, but there are some pdfs floating around, and is absolutely, 100% worth the read. It’s auror fic and a very interesting twist on veela fic, with grumpy, accidentaly super irresistible veela!harry and apparently immune snarky partner!draco, with angst, miscomunication, really well balanced humor (at the start i actually thought it was going to be a crack fic), slightly co-dependent friendship filled to the edges with sizzling ust and delightfully painful pining. Also features Harry describing young voldy as ‘tall, dark and mind blowing’ which is probably my favorite tom riddle description.

Open for Repairs by feelsforbreakfast ( @drarrytrash )

After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.

feat. sad boys in jumpers and more ABBA than is probably necessary

Oh god, this one is definetly, definetly one of my favorites. Features Draco working in a muggle repair shop, Harry that keeps coming back not knowing why, analysis of the weird relationship between harry and draco in canon and toast burning because boys are too busy kissing intensely on the counter. It reminds me of Here’s the Pencil, Make it Work, but it’s construction is quite distinct, and while htpmik has a bit more of world discussion/character meta, which i love, the relationship between harry and draco here is more well paced and better developed. It’s so beautifully written, earnest and sweet but intense and raw at the same time and has one of my favorite get togethers. Also, i have a weak spot for repair shops. idk. 

Remote by Sara_holmes

How to win back your television remote and get your obnoxious flatmate to shut his trap for more than a minute and a half.

Harry and Draco are roomates who have these ~moments~ sometimes where they feel so tense and just want strangle each other and rile each other up for no conceivable reason, wonder why, and in one of these moments they end up fighting for the remote control. And then they have sex. Hilarious, cute, sweet, hot and well written and generally everything you could want

The Best Man by bobbirose ( @indie-drarry)

So,” he brought up conversationally at Ron and Hermione’s later that night, all of them safely two drinks in, “have either of you received an invitation to Draco Malfoy’s wedding?”

Draco asks Harry to pretend to be his best man/best friend at his and Pansy’s wedding to regain the favor of public opinion, but little does harry know that pansy put draco up to it to resolve his convoluted feelings towards harry. It’s still in progression but the development of their friendship is so great, some delightful tense lucius and harry moments, and pining!! funny pining, sad pining, oblivious pining and puzzled harry, it’s all so good and so sweet and yes. 

This Summer and Scurrilous by Sara’s Girl

This is a summery romantic comedy featuring my favourite ensemble cast, in which Harry is confused, Draco is Draco, and Hermione attempts to eat all the things.

When Potter starts behaving more oddly than usual, Draco has no choice but to take an interest. After all, it’s his job. Sort of.

Sara’s Girl has a very distinct writing style, a very earnest and sensitive sort of writing, that just sort of flows, be it comedy or angsty or both, and I definetly rec all of the stories I read by her. These two are my favorites though; in This Summer  pretty much all of Harry and Draco’s hogwarts colleagues (from gryf to slythe) are established friends and regularly hang out and have bomb ass parties with quirky themes such as sea creature fantasies and dress as each other and, of course, Draco and Harry pine for each other. Harry then tries to purchase a nicer wardrobe - not because he wants to impress draco or anything, no of course not- and begins a tentative slightly crush-y friendship with the clothes salesman, Cal. This fic has such a summery, fun vibe and the pining is so good and the resolve is so sweet and the best post hogwarts inter house friendship ever, like honestly, kinda high key wish to be friends with all of them cause they’re all hella cool.  In Scurrilous, Draco is a radio host and Harry owns a pet store in Diagon Alley and does bizarre shit like dye his hair purple and walk around with a crocodile on a leash, and Draco spies on him trough a telescope and talks about him on the radio then proceeds to bring him lunch and buy ducks and sensasionalist media kinda sucks. Night Vale probably conditoned me but i love, love, love radio host fics and i wishhh there were more fics with the trope out there. This one is so cute, harry is bizarre and funny, Pansy is amazing, draco is adorable (and in denial! sighs happily) and has a bunch of pet ducks!!, their relationship is adorable and it’s the type of story that puts a huge, permanent grin on your face. 

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guileandsubterfuge: fic prompt for Jaime/Brienne - Brienne is an art student. Margaery convinces her to go to a nude drawing session. Jaime is the model.

Brienne Evenhall became grimly aware that it was going to be one of those days when she slept through her alarm and then her backup alarm, staggered to consciousness by accident, grabbed her phone to check the time, panicked, sprang out of bed, threw together breakfast, spilled coffee down her front, ran to change, realized she had no other clean shirts, threw on the least dirty one and a scarf, ran her fingers through her hair in a desperate attempt to look even marginally presentable, and bolted outside just in time to see the bus pulling away from the curb. Knowing that the next one did not come for half an hour, by which time she would be even more late for class than she already was, she hailed a cab, sat in the back listening to him rant about the political crisis in the Iron Islands and how those salt-blooded bastards would be better off finally seceding (as if it wasn’t all they talked about on television anyway) and fished in her wallet for a crumpled twenty-dragon note, told him to keep the change, and sprinted.

The sad part was, this wasn’t terribly unusual. Ever since she had arrived from Tarth to start college at the Highgarden Institute of Art and Design, Brienne’s life had been one long parade of not fitting in, when it was supposed to be her salvation, her escape to the prestigious school where no one knew her. Instead, it had been more of the same. She’d been an utter wallflower in high school, picked on by the jocks and the popular kids for her looks, her dead mother, her height, her awkward manner, and everything else they could think of, and had taken refuge by spending hours drawing, painting, dreaming, imagining worlds far beyond this one, far kinder. Had put together a portfolio prestigious enough to impress the admissions department at HIAD, her reach school; she’d thought she’d end up at Estermont Polytechnic or something. But now that she was a sophomore on her way to getting an actual (and probably useless) art degree, her suspect social skills had only gotten worse. Her only actual friend (though she wasn’t sure if she was a friend, or a sorority-girl fix-up project) was Margaery Tyrell, the wealthy, glamorous, beautiful chestnut-haired junior whose family had always been hot shit around here, and who for some unfathomable reason had taken an interest in Brienne. Urged her to “broaden her horizons,” attend a party or two. In Brienne’s less charitable moments, she was sure that Margaery had picked the ugliest girl in school to attach herself to, just to look more radiant and desirable in comparison.

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Nursey/Dex - 64 - The Writer

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64. Best selling author/harsh literary critic.
“What the fuck man! What the fuck?!”

William Poindexter shot up from his desk where he had previously been staring half mindlessly at a blank word document that should have been his latest review.  From across the room a tall, handsome man waving a newspaper in hand was storming towards Dex.  He was absolutely fuming as he stormed closer and closer, but Dex had dealt with his type before.

There were always people who saw his work as too harsh or unflattering, and, to be fair, there were times when he was ruthless in his critiques.  However, just because he was hard on writers didn’t mean he constantly deserved to be berated like this.  He was a writer himself after all.  

Just because he worked in an office, as a journalist didn’t mean he wasn’t a real writer like so many of them claimed.   All these new age, hipster writers were always patronizing him and his reviews all because their idea of what “real” writing was differed from his.  Dex was a real writer; realer than half of the idiots whose books got passed across his desk.

Some of the works he’d reviewed over the years were downright terrible.  Everyone wanted to be the next Stephen King or J.K. Rowling, but so many of them fell short.  They wanted fame and billions of dollars, but they didn’t have the skill to back it up.  This man, now standing in front of him was just like all the others.

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"This can't be the end" - Jack Barakat Imagine #5

I have no idea why this gif doesn’t move, enjoy a derpface Jack then.

Request : can you please do a jack barakat imagine, where you two have been together for a while and he starts talking to holly for a while but you’re not worried and then one day you’re both in bed just cuddling and he tells you he slept with her and you kick him out and then you decide the rest? sorry if its confusing.

Changed it a little, might have a part 2 if you guys want. 

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ryleigh-and-cats  asked:

(Dexydex) hey if you are still doing prompts/if you don't mind doing nurseydex and 64. (Best selling author/harsh literary critic) thanks!

I’m always doing prompts :)!! - and you’re always welcome to ask for them - though I tend to prefer to only release one a day in my queue.

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64. Best selling author/harsh literary critic.
“What the fuck man! What the fuck?!”

William Poindexter shot up from his desk where he had previously been staring half mindlessly at a blank word document that should have been his latest review.  From across the room a tall, handsome man waving a newspaper in hand was storming towards Dex.  He was absolutely fuming as he stormed closer and closer, but Dex had dealt with his type before.

There were always people who saw his work as too harsh or unflattering, and, to be fair, there were times when he was ruthless in his critiques.  However, just because he was hard on writers didn’t mean he constantly deserved to be berated like this.  He was a writer himself after all.  

Just because he worked in an office, as a journalist didn’t mean he wasn’t a real writer like so many of them claimed.   All these new age, hipster writers were always patronizing him and his reviews all because their idea of what “real” writing was differed from his.  Dex was a real writer; realer than half of the idiots whose books got passed across his desk.

Some of the works he’d reviewed over the years were downright terrible.  Everyone wanted to be the next Stephen King or J.K. Rowling, but so many of them fell short.  They wanted fame and billions of dollars, but they didn’t have the skill to back it up.  This man, now standing in front of him was just like all the others.

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Prompt: please come with me + don’t be fucking rude ; andrew/neil for @philosophium

This is a coffeeshop au? I hope you like it!

If anyone asked Neil Josten if he had a favorite customer, the answer would be no. He can tell a lot about people by the coffee they order at Foxhole and if they take it to go or they linger around the shop picking at a muffin. But his main concern is getting their orders right and up to the impossible standards of his boss, Kevin. There is only so much people watching he can get away with when Kevin keeps a sharp eye on him. He’d only been working there for a couple months, but he got along well enough with the rest of the staff. Renee was in charge of baking and Matt manned the cash register with a kind smile even at ungodly hours of the morning.

Neil did, however, have a puzzle wrapped in an enigma clad in all-black outfits every single day. He’d written his name on enough cups of coffee to no longer have to ask for it. Andrew was infuriating, for no other reason than changing his order every time he visited the shop. Neil liked having regulars and knowing what they want, but Andrew with his blonde, five foot tall apathetic self seemed to come up with increasingly elaborate sickly sweet concoctions Neil couldn’t even call coffee.
“I’ll have the creme brulee latte with an extra shot topped with whipped cream and caramel syrup. Oh, and the mocha cupcake.”
Kevin’s despair was vocal and grating. He knew Andrew and he couldn’t handle his carefully selected coffee beans being treated this way, so he went in the back to see if the cupcakes were ready.
“It is bean water, not the Sistine chapel.”
“Don’t be fucking rude,” Neil snapped when Kevin was out of earshot. He instantly regretted it when a smile spread on Andrew’s usually blank face.
“Are you a coffee puritan like Kevin? Plain black for the boys?”
Neil was busy making Andrew’s drink so he didn’t notice the hazel eyes tracking the practiced moves of his hands.
“No, I just don’t tolerate bullshit about my line of work,” Neil threw over his shoulder.
“So serious. No wonder you are Kevin’s new pet project.”
Neil finished adding the whipped cream with a flourish and handed the cup to Andrew. “Enjoy your coffee. Have a nice day.”
Andrew put two fingers to his temple in a salute and headed to his regular table in the corner, facing the door. He used a pen he stole from the counter to doodle on his napkin all afternoon.

One Saturday evening, Neil was the last of the staff to leave the coffeeshop with only Andrew still lingering at his table so he went to take the trash out in the back. In the dark, it was hard to make out Kevin’s form crumpled on the ground, clutching his hand to his chest. Neil ran back inside to get Andrew.
“Please come with me,” Neil said, out of breath. “It’s Kevin.”
He’d been jumped by a thief and when he wouldn’t let go of his wallet, the thief slashed his hand and kicked at his ribs for good measure.
They desperately needed more staff until Kevin got better, and for some reason Andrew agreed to fill in, as long as he shared his shifts with Neil. Apparently, the other employees, Seth and Allison, were even less tolerable. Neil was convinced Andrew would just make him do all the work, so Andrew’s familiarity with the espresso machine and where everything was kept came as a surprise.
“I thought it was just bean water for you.”
Andrew hip checked Neil.
“You’re in my way.”

Sharing a shift meant taking their breaks separately, but Neil got used to the smoke clinging to Andrew’s clothes whenever he came back in. When they were done with work they headed out back and Andrew lit up two cigarettes, one for Neil to hold and let burn. It made for companionable silence. Proximity made Neil look at Andrew in a different light, and he found watching Andrew enjoyable, when it was permitted. Curiosity ate at him, and Andrew started giving little pieces of himself away, for a fair trade. Being vulnerable by choice was a novel concept for both of them.
“You are a problem.”
“You can’t solve me,” Neil said.
“I don’t want to,” Andrew admitted and he pinned Neil’s hands to the brick wall, above his head. “You can solve yourself.”
Neil smiled and closed the distance between them, getting lost in the feeling of Andrew’s lips on his. He thought perhaps it would be alright to let himself have this.

Friends - Part 1

‘I am coming Hayley!“ I scream from my bedroom trying to rush to get my clothes on.

"Hurry up Mila! I want to get there before it gets to crowded!” She screams back to me.

I groan and look in my mirror to take one last look at myself. I try to rush because I know Hayley has been waiting for this for the entire year. To meet her idols, 5 Seconds of Summer. A decent pop rock band from Australia I think. They are not my kind of music but I am not complaining because they have seemed to pull my sister out of a dark place she was in last year and I am grateful to them for that.

When she found out that they had a show near me, it was complete chaos. She called me screaming on the phone and I could hardly understand. I told herto put Dad on the phone and he explained to me what all the chaos was about. And then, she got back on the phone and begged me to take her to see them. Of course I said yes.

So I drove the 4 hour drive to my parents’ house to pick her up and brought her back to my apartment in the city where she spent the night last night. She woke me up at 9 in the morning and here we are two hours later about to walk out the door to meet 5sos.  

“Did you eat anything?” I ask.

“Yeah yeah.” She quickly says.

“Hayley, don’t lie to me.”

“Yes, I did I had a banana and and some toast, promise. I’m just so excited!” She says. I give her a look then smile.

“Let’s go meet 5sos!” I excitedly say (even though I am not that excited).

She squeals weirdly and runs toward the door and I follow after her.  


“So this is their hotel?” I ask when we pull into the parking lot of a large 5 star hotel room.

“Apparently so. Let me check.” She says and pulls as she is looking down I see a boy with blonde hair and the nicest legs I’ve ever seen on a dude walk out of the back of the hotel. I have seen him somewhere…



  That is um, Luke!

Okay Mila you have to calmly tell you sister that her favorite person is standing in front of our car on his phone.

“Um, Hales..” I softly say.

“No wait Mila I am trying to figure out if they stay here.” She says, her eyes never leaving her phone.

“I think they do” I say and laugh a little.

“What makes you say that?” She asks.

“Well look up and you’ll find out.” I say.

 “What are yo- OH MY FUCKING GOD.” She says and I almost scold her for her language but if it was Bilie Joe Armstrong or Hayley Williams standing in front of my car I would probably react the same way so I decide to leave  her be.

Before I can even think she’s getting out of the car and rushing over to him. I get out after her and try to catch up with her, “Hayley!” But she ignores me and he looks up and sees her rushing up to him and he smiles at her like he has been waiting on her. She throws her arms around his neck and he hugs her so tightly and I think I hear her crying in his shoulder. He gives her a ‘Awww don’t cry’ and rubs her back trying to soothe her.

Seeing her like this and so happy makes me smile my ass off because I only want to see her happy and this is what makes her happy that is fine. Who am I to say what can make her happy and what cannot?

They finally let go and then I think she was about to ask for a picture but then another boy walks out and my sister looks like she is going to pass out. “Cal-calum?” She says more as a statement than a question.

I mean I really can’t blame her, the tall, dark haired boy makes me a little short of breath as well.

“That’s me” He says to her and smiles and she gives him a big hug.  Once they finish she asks them for a picture and they say yes. Hayley gives me her phone and the two boys stand on each side of her and she smiles the biggest smile I have seen on her face and the Calum guy keeps staring at me.

I’m not going to lie its making me a little self-conscious because his stare is just that intense. “Smile!” I say and he breaks eye contact and starts smiling. I take like 5 pictures and then give the phone back to my sister.

“Well we should get going.” Luke starts.

“But we only got one name of these beautiful girls.” Calum interrupts with a smile and walks over to me.

“What is your name love?” He says, doing the eye contact thing again.

“Mila” I softly say.

“Mila,” He whispers and takes his hand and runs it over my hand softly, hardly touching it.

“I’m Calum.”  

A/N Guys I finally got the first part up! its only like 800 words so its very short but most of the parts will be like 1.5k words at least! I am very excited for this little story of Mila and Calum I hope y'all are too! Its a short fic so there will only be like 10 Chapters. So yea inbox me for any questions or anthing! byeee