white napkins

the equation of love (pt. 1)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 5,702

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Save Me A Dance

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: Y/N is sad at her best friend’s wedding when realizing that she’s so behind, she doesn’t have a future with someone and most probably will end up alone. That changes when Calum catches her at the hallway ready to leave and proves that it doesn’t take the title of husband and wife to have the best dance of her life

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Night Changes

Originally posted by dailyrossfbutler

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “Could I please get one with Zach, just a really cute date night but it goes wrong cuz either Marcus or Bryce show up and are very inappropriate with her but Zach protects her and just a lot of fluff. Thank you so muchh”

Word count: 1.585

Posted: 06th of May 2017

A/N: It’s saturday and I wrote some imagines today, happy to tell you that there will be Monty, Zach, Jeff imagines. So you should keep an eye out!
Thank you for the request and I hope that you like it! Enjoy guys.

P.S.: Which character x reader imagine would you like to see the most? Answer in my ask box, if you have time.

- G. x

Warning: Rude comments. (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name and (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.


It was one of your date nights with Zach and you both decided to go to a fancy restaurant, just to shake the stress off, to have a good talk and to drink a high-quality wine together.

“Babe, are you enjoying the food?” Zach happily asked as he enjoyed his plate full of cold cuts and cheeses. You knew that he was addicted to food and it made him happy.

“Yes, the pasta is cooked well, perfect sauce and al dente pasta.” You happily said as you chewed carefully and silently your food. Zach just giggled softly and grabbed his still-white napkin and wiped the dirty edge of your lips.

“Someone’s a little bit too excited because of her green pasta!” He mocked you and you both laughed as he carefully dabbed the napkin to assure that there was no sauce left. “Here you go.”

“I can’t imagine you called my pesto in that way.” Your eyes grew wide in disbelief and you shook your head. “Dude, green pasta? Really?”

“Sorry, it’s green and I am calling it green pasta.” He pointed out and you both laughed loudly. You loved it when he goofed around you and he really felt comfortable with you.

“Captain Obvious.” You rolled your eyes playfully and he shook his head, still with a smile flashed on his face. You smiled back at him as you realized how wonderful and handsome he was. You’ve always thought that Zach was good looking, who would never think of that? But he also had a good heart and he is intelligent too. “Thank you, Zachary.”

“Am I in trouble for that? What’s with the full name basis?” He raised an eyebrow and you just winked at him. “I’d love to be punished tonight.” He grabbed your hand and caressed it lasciviously as he winked back at you, just fooling around and teasing you.

You let out a soft laugh and you smacked his hand for his actions. “Contain yourself, goofball!”

He laughed back and you shook your head because of his naughtiness. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You loved your relationship with Zach. It was just so true and you loved your intimacy. Your relationship was full of inside jokes, bluffs and pranks. Your day was always full of laughter and it seriously lessened your stress and your disquietude.

“I love you too, Zach.” You honestly replied with a wide smile. You both took your wine glasses and clinked them together, cheering for the two of you, for the success of your relationship.

You both sipped a drop of wine from the glass and Zach convinced you that he really had a great taste when it came to choosing a wine. The restaurant’s sommelier had to let him taste different wines before he’s got the perfect choice and you were so amazed because he really knew everything about wines. That was surely a tough thing to do.

“Oh, if they aren’t the famous perfect couple: Zach Dempsey and, his lovely girlfriend, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You woke up from your deep amiable thoughts as you heard a familiar annoyingly honeyed voice coming from your left side.

“Bryce.” Zach shortly called his so-called-friend, a little bit uncomfortable and annoyed for his presence. He was afraid that he might ruin something great.

“What’s up, Zach?” Bryce asked with a miffing tone and you couldn’t admit it, but he was really vexing you. “Dating your girlfriend so you could have fun tonight?”

“Bryce, what do you want?” You butted in and you got a lustful and lascivious glance from Bryce. He was eating you with his eyes and your cleavage was the perfect bait that triggered his obscenity. You uncomfortably pulled your dress up as you cover your not too revealed cleavage.

You wore a really sexy dress, as you wanted for the night to be special for you and Zach, but it didn’t mean that these disgusting maniacs had the right to be rude to you because they thought that you were wearing something that could trigger their dirty minds.

Girls should be allowed to wear whatever they want and boys should be taught how to behave themselves.

“Damn, if my girlfriend was this pretty, I wouldn’t ever let a moment slip through my hands.” He winked at you and you felt disgusted and scared at the same time. You looked at your boyfriend and the rage in his eyes was perfectly seen.

“What the fuck, Bryce?” Zach protested as he stood up, ready to hurt him if he ever continued acting inappropriately with you. “Can you just please leave us alone?”

“Oh my God, I was being kind and it was some sort of compliments. Same shit.” Bryce insisted as his eyes were still dark and full of lust. He glanced at Zach and then at you once again.

“Fuck off, Bryce.” Zach debated and he raised his fist in air as if he was about to start a fight between the two of them.

Bryce took advantage of the moment and he punched Zach twice in his face and your eyes grew wide for the happening. Blood was dripping from Zach’s cheeks and it stained his white button up shirt and his black tuxedo. Zach punched Bryce back, not caring of his wounds, and you heard the crowd gasping for the scene your boyfriend and the asshole maniac was doing.

“OMG!” You rushed to Zach and you pulled him away to dodge Bryce’s attempts of hurting him even more. “Stop it, Walker!” You shouted loudly, trying to shoo him away, but you had no success.

“Sluggish!” Bryce spat his words while considering Zach’s eyes. You didn’t mind him and you somehow felt relieved when two security guards quickly blocked him and brought him out of the restaurant.

“Are you okay?” A hurt and injured Zach asked you and you just nodded, worrying for him instead. You looked around the restaurant and it seemed like the whole world was watching the two of you. You felt ashamed because of what happened and you just unleashed a quiet but deep sigh.

“I think we should go home now. I need to cure those wounds.” You suggested and Zach quietly agreed, leaving some bills on the table to pay for your cozy, now ruined, dinner.

You both walked out of the restaurant and you felt some worry glances that stared at you. You felt anxious as the crowd was silent and Zach held your hand tightly to feel you more comfortable.

“Sorry.” Zach murmured once you got out of the restaurant. You smiled at him and you let the cold breeze of air to kiss your skin. The silence was dominating the place as the sun already set and the night took in, but the full moon and the stars illuminated the whole town and the emanated light helped you to see your way. “I ruined the night.”

“You didn’t, Zach.” You said as you tried to cheer him up.

“I did.” Zach opened the passenger’s door of his car for you, still being the gentleman that he was. He was trying to mend the what-he-called damaged night. “Careful.”

“Thanks.” You entered the car and Zach smiled sadly before he shut the door. You followed his steps with your eyes as he went to the driver’s part and he went inside the car too.

“I’m really sorry, babe.” Zach crestfallenly apologized as he glanced at your beautiful face. “I promise that I will make it up to you.”

“It’s okay, Zach.” You smiled at him and you caressed his chin to assure him. “It wasn’t your fault.” You sweetly muttered and he smiled at you. “Thank you, instead.”

“All I did was to protect you.” Zach sincerely said whilst looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes. “I did the right thing and you shouldn’t thank me for doing that.”

“Aw, Zach.” You bit your lip and you both smiled sweetly. You had some seconds of silence, the comfortable one, and Zach started to lean in to give you a kiss.

You just shut your eyes as you waited for Zach’s lips to touch yours. You’ve always admitted that waiting for Zach’s kisses still made you anxious, the butterflies kept on moving in your stomach.

You locked lips with him as soon as you felt the heat of his lips. He slowly caressed your soft cheeks while tasting your lips and you honestly liked the feeling of kissing Zach. It was the cherry on the top of every cake.

Once you broke the passionate kiss, you both considered each other’s eyes and smiled.

“It doesn’t matter if our date night was ruined, babe.” You said in a low and soft voice. “There’s nothing to be afraid of even when the night changes.”

“But it’s horrible. I want the night to be perfect.” Zach insisted, still feeling down for the scene and the disgraceful words that Bryce expectorated.

“It doesn’t matter,” You assured him. “because it will never change me and you, mostly the love that I am feeling for you.”

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He pulled you into a hug and you lingered his tight touch. It made you feel protected, loved and wanted. At the end, those things were what all we needed the most, right? Yup, right.

“I love you too, Zach.” You sincerely and sweetly replied. You both stayed in silence and the only thing that could be heard was your heart going lub dub lub dub quickly.


Me Time

SPN FanFic

Sam x Reader Fluff Drabble

621 Words (what’s a drabble?)

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Finally alone. You sat down at the little table in the kitchen and spread out your treat: three chocolate cookies stacked perfectly on a white square napkin and a glass filled ¾ of the way with milk.

You’d had a rough day and you deserved this quiet moment to enjoy yourself. Sure, it wasn’t champagne and caviar on a yacht with Ryan Gosling, but Oreos and milk in a silent room was more than enough for you.

You closed your eyes and savored the absence of noise. No screeching tires, no blaring AC/DC, no babbling Dean, no monsters shrieking, no guns booming… just…silence. After a calming sigh, you opened your eyes and reached for a cookie. You held it high between two fingers and inspected it before dunking it into the milk and counting to three. Once it had soaked up enough goodness you popped the whole thing into your mouth and smiled in satisfaction.

“That’s not how you eat an Oreo.”

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thank you.

2,906 words | fluff, semi-angst
high school popular kid/nerd au + vernon chwe

author’s note: it says semi-angst, but it’s really just that cheesy kind you see in romcoms.

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog


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~One Cream, Five Sugars~ (Philip Hamilton X Reader)

A/N: Hello hello hello! I took this off my Wattpad because I wanted it to go somewhere of use, so here. It’s short and sweet but shitty with a dash of fluff.

T/W: Coffee? Oh God it’s the fluff hannah’s so bad at writing hng this is why i angst 


A soft thump echoed through the small coffee shop as a wad of yellow paper was tossed into the large, metal trashcan from across the room. Another wad quickly followed, hitting the rim and bouncing in carefully. She threw another. And then another…. And another-

Eventually, a smaller ball narrowly missed the trash can, and an exasperated, bored sigh followed.

“Why does Mrs. Adams make us stay here?! She knows nobody comes in past 9 –  Oliver got to leave an hour ago, why’re we the ones stuck here… I gave up a date for this, (Y/N); a date.” Theodosia stopped lazily tossing the paper balls into the trash and leaned over the counter, resting her forehead against the cool granite and trying her hardest to pretend she was anywhere but the small, empty New York cafe.

You shrugged, barely interested in the conversation at hand as you began to slowly drift off to sleep, sitting backward in one of the many metal chairs around the café, facing Theo, who was now looking out the large windows that covered the opposite wall with worry.

“It’s snowing real bad out there…” She muttered from behind the register, standing up straighter in an attempt to see the snowfall better through the large windows.

“It’s almost Christmas – it’s not exactly going to be the Bahama’s.” You chuckled, resting your chin sleepily on your arms, folding them over the back of the chair, and watching the heavy snowfall outside. Theo sighed, settling back down, and began to twirl disinterested circles on the counter with her perfectly-crimson French nails.

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Shark Siege Six:

My older son has been playing a lot of “Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Siege” with friends from school.

The game’s website explains that “Siege is a brand-new style of gameplay embracing the reality of counter-terrorist operatives across the world: intense and asymmetrical close-quarters combat between attackers and defenders.”

Sounds compelling, but maybe what it really needs is playable sharks?

Tricked

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin


Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) meeting in an unusual way.

Word count: 846

A/N: Just thought of posting another Sebastian imagine. I love him so much and I honestly miss Seb. I hope you guys like it.

My requests are still open and you can request from the Flash, Arrow,Super Girl, Glee, Shameless, Grant Gustin and Stephen Amell.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/F/T/S) is Your Favourite TV Series.


It was your lunch break and you decided to go to Lima Bean alone since you needed some coffee to wake your body and soul up. You were almost sleeping during your maths classes and you knew that caffeine was the solution and the hero of your day.

It was also your fault, because you stayed up until 3 am as you tried to finish a season of (Y/F/T/S). You’ve watched that series many times now, but you never got tired of it. Of course, it was your favourite, how could you even get tired of it?

“(Y/N)!” You quickly turned your head as the barista over the counter finally called your name. You happily hopped to the counter and got your paper cup full of caffeine.

“Thank you.” You smiled widely and you started to walk towards the transparent glass door.

“Bye! Have a nice day.” The barista greeted you and you turned your head to flash her a sweet and wide smile.

“Bye.” You responded as you turned your head back through the transparent door.

You were about to open the door when a tall boy suddenly bumped you and it caused you to shower him with your burning hot latte macchiato.

“For fuck’s sake!” The boy hissed as the coffee burnt his fair coloured skin and he quickly took his familiar navy blue with some red lines blazer off.

“OMG.” Your eyes widen and you quickly ran to the counter to get some clean white napkins. “I’m sorry.” You handed him the napkins and he tried to clean his stained blazer and white button down shirt.

“Damn, look where you’re going the next time.” He snapped at you and you quickly corrugated your forehead, finding the guy a little bit arrogant and irritating. “You have two eyes to see, not to be stupid.”

“Uhm,” you raised an eyebrow. “excuse me?”

“Oh, fuck off!” He rudely pushed you away from him.

“Asshole.” You insulted him, obviously losing your temper. Who wouldn’t? You were just trying to make it up to him. “Tell me how much do you want me to pay for that worthless blazer you have there?”

“You surely can’t afford it, so don’t even bother.” He smirked at you, letting go of his frown this time.

“Fucker.” You threw him your empty paper cup and you started to walk to the transparent door once again.

“Hey,” He put the cup on an empty table and he suddenly stopped you as he pulled your left soft hand towards himself. “what’s your name?”

“It’s not your business, lunatic douche.” This time, it was your turn to snap at him. You were also confused because of his actions.

“Oh, c'mon!” He then started to laugh once again. “Let me buy you another cup of latte macchiato.”

“No, thanks.” You shortly answered as you tried to escape from his grip.

“I thought my friends told me that I suck at acting?” He snorted louder than before and you just looked at him, perplexed.

“Huh?” You corrugated your forehead once again.

“Sebastian Smythe,” he let your hand go as he extended out his right hand, ready to shake your hands.

“(Y/N).” When you finally decided to give in, you took his hand and shook your hands together.

“Your name is as beautiful as your face.” He winked at you, now he’s flirting obviously. You started to think that this Sebastian guy in front of you was bipolar, because, the moment before, he was so angry and he treated you bad and, now, he’s complimenting you and everything. “C'mon, let’s talk for awhile.”

“Alright.” You rolled your eyes as the two of you got a coffee table. He ordered a cappuccino for him and a latte macchiato for you.

As he was ordering, you started to admire his features. You realized that he was a handsome and elegant man. His hair was slicked back perfectly and he took care of his face, as there were no traces of pimples or blackheads. His tie was stained, together with his school uniform, but his outfit still perfectly fit to him.

“(Y/N)!” He snapped his fingers as he tried to catch your attention.

“Hmm?” You shook your head and considered his emerald coloured eyes.

“I’m sorry for how I treated you before.” He regretfully said. “I was practicing for a theatre role and I thought that it would be funny to try it to you.”

He explained his reason and you just shook your head while having a playfully smile.

“Sebastian, you’re an asshole.” You both chuckled as your anger started to fade away. “You deserved to get that free coffee shower earlier.”

“I know,” He winked at you with a smirk on his lips. “but I am happy that I tricked you and not someone else.”

“Indeed!” You agreed on his statement happily and he just let out a soft giggle.

“Friends?” He asked you seriously.

“Friends.” You replied.

You were happy that you gained a new friend, even though you met in an inappropriate, but creative and original way.


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You can't leave Vietnam AU like that, we need to know the resst ;)

Vietnam AU

“This is the day the Lord has made,” Murtagh FitzGibbons Fraser intoned from the lectern of St. Bride Church. “Let us rejoice and be glad.”

Jamie sat up a bit straighter at the end of the front pew, twining his fingers through Claire’s, exchanging a small smile with his godfather.

For as long as anyone could remember, every Sunday morning the Fraser-Murray clan had attended eight o’clock Mass at the church their forefathers had built at the turn of the nineteenth century. Just a ten minute drive from the Big House, it had originally served just the family and tenants of the Fraser estate. Jamie, Jenny, and Murtagh were the only Frasers remaining in the area – most of the extended family had moved to Asheville or Raleigh after World War II – but those three stubborn Frasers had held strong.

Jamie and Jenny’s parents had been married at St. Bride’s. The three Fraser children – including the eldest child, Willie, who had died of smallpox when Jamie was small – had been baptized there. Murtagh – who lived in his own cottage on the estate with his wife Suzette, who he had brought home from France after landing on the beaches of Normandy – ran the lector program. Jenny and Ian had been married there, and Young Jamie and Maggie in turn had been baptized there.

And as Claire rose with Jamie, watching Father Kenneth kiss the Word of God, smile out at the congregation, and begin reading from the Gospel of Luke – she saw herself and Jamie standing before the priest at the altar. And standing off to the side below the gorgeous stained glass window of Michael the Archangel, just behind the baptismal font, gently holding a fussy newborn while reciting the baptismal promises. And exchanging proud smiles with Jamie as a beautiful red-haired girl received her First Communion. And holding Jamie’s trembling hand as they watched a handsome red-haired boy be confirmed.

This was her place. He was her place.

“Thanks be to God,” she whispered. Serene.

“I was thinking of taking Claire up the mountain – to the old cabin. I can check on it, and maybe bring back a bottle or two for dinner?”

Murtagh chewed thoughtfully on his pancakes. “I haven’t been up there since the fall – would be good to make sure it’s gone through the winter without any major damage. Take note of what would need a repair, all right?”

Claire nodded her thanks as Suzette poured another cup of steaming coffee. “What’s the old cabin?”

“It’s the house that was built before this one – on the highest part of the Ridge.” Jenny wiped maple syrup off Young Jamie’s face with the corner of her blue-and-white striped napkin. “It’s just a few rooms – we haven’t updated it much over the years, except added a generator for electricity.”

“We stay there overnight sometimes when there’s a lot to do in the whisky caves,” Jamie added, serving Claire another slice of Mrs. Crook’s excellent bacon before nibbling on one himself. “It’s where we let the bottles age. We only take them out once a year, to sell them to the restaurants and bars in town – but I want to find a good one for us to enjoy tonight.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because you’ve got Jamie smiling again, Claire,” Ian said quietly from across the table. “And Lord knows, Jenny and Murtagh and Suzette and I have been trying to do that since he got back from ‘Nam.”

Claire dropped her eyes to her lap, cheeks flaming. Under the table, Jamie lay a gentle hand on her knee, squeezing softly.

Murtagh coughed.

“Well then. Can you pass the strawberry jam please, my dear nephew-in-law? These bannocks won’t eat themselves.”

Fresh air. Pine. The soft, damp smell of decaying leaves. Flashes of green as the first grasses and flowers shot up from the forest floor.

And Jamie – solid and quiet beside her, never letting go of her hand, silently savoring the stillness.

It had been about two hours since they’d left the house – Jamie toting a backpack full of snacks from Mrs. Crook, Claire wearing Jenny’s pre-pregnancy jeans and hiking boots. They hadn’t spoken very much on their journey – both lost in their thoughts, both afraid to pierce the quiet with the sound of their voices.

“It’s just up over the crest of this hill,” he said softly, after a while.

“How can you even tell where we are? It’s just trees and more trees,” she teased.

He flashed a brilliant smile. “My father started taking Jenny and Willie and I hiking in these woods as soon as I could walk. He’d take me up to the caves and let me play with the spare pieces of wood while he and Murtagh and my grandfather Simon sorted the bottles. Believe it or not, there are plenty of landmarks along the way – trees and rocks that you’ll recognize in time.”

In time.

For Claire would be coming back.

Right?

They hadn’t talked about it – hadn’t even broached the topic. But it was Sunday afternoon, and Claire’s plane ticket back to Boston was for tomorrow morning.

Panic surged.

Jamie – ever perceptive – stopped as they crested the hill.

There it was – a small cabin, simply shingled and with just a few windows. It was immediately clear why the first Frasers had chosen to build there – for the ground in front of the cabin gently sloped into a grassy clearing.

“There used to be a barn here as well, but it was gone even before my grandfather was a boy. This place – it’s always been a refuge. A – well. I knew a guy in the Marines whose parents were German, and he told me of something called a ‘fridstool.’ A private place where you can be alone with your thoughts.”

Claire turned to meet Jamie’s eyes. The one-o-clock sun streamed on his face, sparking his hair like fire.

“And you’re OK taking me here? To your private place?”

He sighed and settled his hands on her hips, turning her to face him. Licked his lips, and burned his eyes into hers.

“I want to share *everything* with you, Claire. Here – in my most private place. Where we can pretend we are the only man and woman in the world.”

Another surge – but this time of love. And want.

And need.

“Yes,” she replied to his unspoken question. “Of course. Yes.”

He swallowed, and smiled, and gently led her down the hill.

Defying Gravity (8th Year Drarry Animagus Drabble)

Rating: G – yes I know I said T initially, and it’s been reblogged already but… there’s no real reason for it to be T. *shrug*

Summary: Rumor has it that McGonagall has a special project for the eighth year transfiguration students. Rumor has it that Pansy Parkinson is especially fond of eclairs. Rumor has it that Draco Malfoy is especially fond of Potter…


Pansy settled into her seat, crossing her legs daintily and giving Blaise’s arm a good shove in the process. His arm, which had been propping up his head, slipped off the desk, and he very nearly face planted into his books.

“Salazar, woman. What’s your problem?”

“Your elbow was encroaching on my workspace.”

Blaise shook his head. “Women,” he muttered. Then he snorted, turning away again.

Pansy craned her neck to see over his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. Finnegan was just telling a joke.”

“Vulgar?”

“Supremely.”

“Ugh.” She tapped her nails on the desk. “How do you stand them?”

“Who? The Gryffindors?” Blaise grinned at her, a flash of white teeth against dark skin. “They’re all right. Did you hear the rumors?”

“That we’re going to get some secret assignment this term? Bo-ring.”

“I dunno, could be—“

“Ahem.” McGonagall stood, rapping the surface of her desk sharply. The room fell silent as the eighth-years all turned to look expectantly at her. “I suppose you’ve all heard the rumors? Excellent. You will indeed spend the majority of this term on this project, and should you succeed it will gain you an extra point on your NEWTS.”

Hermione straightened in her chair, eyes sparkling, and Pansy rolled her eyes. Typical.

“I want you all to pay very close attention,” McGonagall said briskly. “Mister Weasley — close the door, if you will. Thank you. Now. Very few students attempt this transformation, traditionally. Even fewer successfully complete it. I hope at least one of you manages it.” She clapped her hands. “Now, tell me. Who here knows the process by which one becomes an animagus?”

Pansy gasped slightly. Did she really expect them to become animagi?

An elbow dug into her side, and she turned to glare at Blaise. “What do you want to bet she’s just tired of Draco and Potter bickering and wants a month of peace and quiet?”

Pansy snorted. “That is… a distinct possibility. Are you going to try?”

“For now.” He shrugged. “A lot can happen in a month.”

“You can’t expect us to keep these bloody leaves in our mouths for a whole month!”

“It’s extra-credit, Mister Finnegan. Think of it as a chance to prove your mettle.”

Blaise grinned. “Definitely just a plot to shut us up.” He picked up his leaf, studying it, then stared around at the silent classroom. The mutters had died as leaves were placed under tongues. “Well blow me — it’s working.”

“I’d rather not.” Pansy plucked her leaf from the desktop and placed it into her mouth as if it were the finest delicacy.

“The leaf goes in your mouth, Mister Zabini.”

Blaise rolled his eyes and stuck it under his tongue, making a face. “Tathts like—“

“Silence, Mister Zabini.”


The students quickly discovered that holding a leaf in your mouth for any length of time at all is actually rather annoying. Most gave up within a few days — at the end of the week, there were only a handful left. Writing everything on slates and parchment was just too much trouble, and the distant promise of being able to transform into an animal wasn’t enticing enough to motivate them.

Granger was one of the last to give in, spitting her leaf out indignantly with a shout of “Ronald!” that was so loud the echoes of it seemed to bounce around the stones of the common room and ring in Pansy’s ears. She grimaced.

 <<I can’t believe no one else has figured out that they can communicate this way.>>

Blaise shrugged one shoulder, not bothering to look up from his book. <<Well, it’s not like they had Severus for a Head of House, even if some of them are capable of it. I don’t think any of the rest had legilimency or occlumancy lessons.>>

 <<Still. You’d think they’d have noticed that we’re still in the game.>>

  <<To be honest, darling, I doubt most of them notice us at all.>>

 <<I can’t decide whether you meant that to be depressing or sly.>>

  <<You know, I don’t know. Both, maybe.>>

 <<Hmm. Who else is left, now that Granger has so dramatically excluded herself?>>

Blaise put a slim finger in his book, marking his place, and then looked around the room. <<Just us, I think. Wait — no. Draco. And it looks like Potter, too.>>

 <<I should have known. It’s been so quiet without their constant haranguing.>>

He snorted. <<True. Have you been able to get through to Draco?>>

 <<No, and it’s a bit worrying to be honest. Did the Dark Lord do some permanent damage and he just hasn’t let on? I’ve never had a problem getting through to him before.>>

  <<I wouldn’t worry about it. He’s probably just too busy glaring at Potter to realize the rest of the world exists.>>

She sighed. <<Well at least some things never change.>>


 <<Oh, no. No no no.>>

  <<What is it?>>

 <<They’re serving eclairs today.>>

  <<So don’t look at the dessert plate. I’ll order you a dozen of them from that patisserie you like as soon as this ridiculous ordeal is over.>>

 <<You know, I don’t particularly care to be an animagus.>>

  <<No?>>

 <No. Right now I would much prefer an eclair. Shall we?>

  <<Oh, all right.>>

Together, they plucked the leaves from under their tongues, wiped their fingers daintily on the white linen napkins, and then Blaise served each of them an eclair.

“For you, my sweet.”

“Thank you, darling.”

They spent a few moments silently chewing, and then Pansy frowned over at Draco, who hadn’t moved to touch the desert plate. “Odd, that he’s willing to pass up dessert for this. And eclairs, too. Did Draco ever mention that he wanted to be an animagus?”

“Nope.” Blaise speared another eclair, studying Draco as he did so. Then he grinned and gestured with his fork. “There’s his motivation.”

Pansy looked across the table, to where Potter was also forgoing the dessert plate, locked in what appeared to be a staring contest with Draco. “Oh.” Then she straightened. “Oh! I bet they’re using our trick to communicate!”

Blaise’s eyes sharpened. “Now that is both very interesting and a bet I am unwilling to make.”

“Severus wouldn’t have taught Potter how to do that, would he? I know he was teaching him—“

“Nah. Potter barely learned anything from him. Didn’t you listen to Severus’ rants?”

She snorted. “Not really. I heard rather enough ranting about Potter from Draco. It’s a nice change, the quiet. You don’t think — you don’t think Draco taught him?” She frowned down at her plate, idly swirling her fork through a puddle of escaped custard.

“Are you kidding? Where would either of them find the patience for that? No, Pansy, love, I”m afraid this is just one more thing the bloody chosen prat can do without trying.”

“Just look at them.”

“I’d rather not, actually. It’s ruining my appetite. Who’d have thought our Draco was such a sap?”

She elbowed him lightly. “You knew he was a sap.”

“True. I just didn’t know he was a sap for Potter. Though I suppose I should have guessed. Ah well. We all have our flaws.”

Pansy patted her lips delicately with her napkin as she rose from the table. “Speak for yourself, darling.”


McGonagall rapped her desk, drawing their attention once more to the front of the room. “So. How many of you have managed to keep your leaves in your mouths for the entire month?”

Only Draco and Potter raised their hands.

“Well, then. Let’s see what your animagus forms are, shall we? I’d like the rest of you to contemplate the experience, and then write me a short essay — let’s say five inches — describing your experience, and what temptation finally wore down your discipline.”

Blaise turned to Pansy, laughter in his eyes, as they whispered together, “eclairs.”


They were dragons. Of course they were bloody dragons. Pansy stared up at the pair of them — the glossy black Hungarian Horntail and the shiny, coppery Peruvian Vipertooth — as they flew in acrobatic loops, seemingly daring one another to go faster, higher, and then began spiraling in the air around one another, the sunlight gleaming on their scales.

“Well,” Blaise said softly, staring up at them, a look of wonder in his eyes. “It’s not everyday you get to see a dragon courtship ritual.”

“Is that— Are they—“ but of course they were. She leaned her head on Blaise’s shoulder, silently shaking with laughter. Of bloody course they were. She shaded her eyes from the afternoon sun, blinking black spots from her vision, and stared up at the two winged shapes dancing across the sky.

“And we thought they were insufferable before.”

~The end~


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Ride With Me (Part 3)

PAIRING: readerxbucky au

WORD COUNT 

WARNINGS: swearing and slight angst, only slightly. And a sprinkling of some good old sexual tension

I’m not sure why but EVERYWHERE I GO, I am hyperaware of motorbikes. Honestly this fic has ruined my whole existence in the best way possible!  

Part 2

GIF NOT MINE! 

Originally posted by trandafirr

Originally posted by howdoyourespond

It was well and truly into the night now, Hawkeyes defiantly drew in a mixed crowd when the night fell over the city. You and Wanda were rushed taking drink orders as Clint talked to his clientele and re-stocked the bar on numerous occasions. You had to admit you were impressed with yourself for keeping focus. Especially when the walking talking sex god kept looking at you constantly during your shift. You were hyperaware of the glances Bucky would throw you, he and the rest of his crew had allocated themselves a secluded booth in direct eye line to the bar counter. You had to wonder if this was do one purpose, so Bucky could keep an eye on you. You quickly dismissed that idea, why in the hell would I guy like that be interested in keeping tabs on you. You greeted the new arrivals with a smile as you took their order, taking a peek over at Bucky you were shocked, he was looking straight at you smirking over the rim of his whisky glass as Steve talked animatedly to him. Watching as Bucky’s face cracked into a large grin as he laughed at whatever Steve has just told him. You exhaled sharply out of your nose, suddenly finding yourself praying for the end of your shift.

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the best thing about the “no fear one fear” comic is that it was drawn on a white paper napkin, which invokes this spectacular image of an artist at a steak and shake at 2 am, hunched over the bar, feverishly drawing this comic after a bout of (divine, most likely) inspirtation

Apple Juice and Champagne // Peter x Reader

Requested: *yells* PETER SMUT PETER SMUT PETER SMUT PETER SMUT PETER S M U T WHERE THEY ARE EATING WITH THE AVENGERS AND HE STARTS DOING SOME ;) THINGS UNDER THE TABLE FOR WHATEVER REASON AND THEN PETER SMUT PETER SMUT PETER SMUT (anon)

Word Count: 672 (YES I KNOW IT’S SHORT I’M SORRY)

Warnings: kinda public smutty stuff, you know? 

Author’s Note: I’m gonna start making outfits for all the fics I post. I use the website Polyvore, follow me @ kaylamelon on there :) (Yes I made this, pls give cred if you guys use it!)


“I’d like to make a toast!” Tony’s confident voice rang out. Forks that were halfway to their owner’s mouths clatter back onto their plates, sighs and groans erupting around the table. Tony smiles as the team gives him their full attention.

“It’s not everyday we get a new team member, especially not such a young one. That is why I’ve called this very fancy Team dinner… to welcome the most talented 15 year old I’ve ever met!” Tony declares, raising his glass.

“Hey!” Peter yips next to me. The Team snickers as they raise then sip from their champagne glasses. 

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Cinnamon Roll (Tim Drake x Reader)

I DO NOT OWN THE GIF | WC: 2.017

PROMPT?:(..) where the reader is a really clumsy and hyperactive cinnamon roll, and once she bumps with Tim Drake, and he finds her gorgeous so he will disguise himself as Robin and will follow her around, saving her a couple of times, and they fall in love and fluff, and and and such? (..)

A/N: I love this so much. I took a little liberty but stayed close to the request :-) Also this would’ve been up a fuckin week ago but Tumblr is an asshole and hasn’t let me post it. 

WARNINGS: cursing (??), clumsiness, fem!reader, dark alleys

Tim Drake spent most of his free time frequenting the Starbucks near the school campus. He went day after day and soon enough, it became quite routine. Normal, even. It became life for Tim Drake to order his regular and step back out and walk the quiet ten minutes back to his next class. Really, the only excitement Tim ever got anymore was going on patrol, and even that got boring. Oh no, Mr. Freeze. Oh no, Riddler. It was all so monotonous. It seemed like his body just walked through each day and nothing ever changed. The apathy nagged at the back of his head. Tim shook his head and laughed at himself. He was usually the happy go lucky one, excited for life, but Jesus. His current life was so tiring. “My regular please.” Tim nodded and lifted his fingers as a signal and his normal barista smiled and nodded, giving him a discount he usually implored to take off. Except today, he didn’t. He simply gave her a small smile and for a moment, her eyes quirked but went back to making his drink. He grabbed the collar of his pea coat and flipped them up for surrounded warmth. The quickly oncoming winter got Tim good and he was not getting sick. Not when Christmas patrol was starting up in a month or two, Todd would never let him live it down. Christmas patrol was his favorite. He huffed and looked down at the table before hearing the doorbell ring and typical chatter between customer and barista employed.

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Hotel California (2/2)

Originally posted by tuanbun

Title : Hotel California

Pairing : Mark x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Romance

Summary : Mark is a night-shifts receptionist in his own hotel and it sucks, until one of his client turns up to be a pretty, annoying girl.

There will be an Epilogue :D Thank you for the messages and notes everyone ! 

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PART II 

“So you’re here to sell a software? How is it going?” Mark was munching on his slice of pizza, legs crossed on one of the small chair in the office.

The girl wiped her mouth, trying to swallow the huge piece she was gulping down with hunger “Yes. If I succeed, it will be my biggest collaboration. It didn’t go as planned though.” She put the slice down, tapping on her chest to help the food go down.

Mark opened a water bottle and handed it to her, nodding “How come?”

“I had a horrible hangover, and I might have, you know, crashed one of their computer. A super expensive one.” She made a face and he chuckled.

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I thought fondly
of pomegranate

ornate and sturdy,
lovely rough
pomegranate

burst under knife
and staining a white napkin
a white tablecloth

cracking and displaying the landscape of glory,
towers above the ravine,
roofs with spears,
and an army crossing the bridge to meet the enemy


the walls
of ancient city;

pomegranate

Pharmercy Appreciation Week: Day 6 - Wedding

I have to go back and do days 4 and 5 because this weekend was much busier than I anticipated … but here’s day 6. :’)

Summary: Lena and Emily get married; Angela asks Fareeha to be her date.

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Lena announces her wedding date a year before it happens. She and Emily are ecstatic, in love, totally and completely happy. Angela’s happy for them, too. Happier still when she goes to the bachelorette party a month out (both of them) - ridiculously happy to drag a drunken Farreha home after one, and then to have been escorted home drunkenly at the other by the same woman.

A week out and Emily calls her to go to lunch and Angela accepts willingly. Sitting across from the red head, sipping coffee after her meal Emily finally leans forward and, looking almost too serious says:

“So have you asked Fareeha to be your date yet?”

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