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People Can Change

Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend’s older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language

Word Count: 4,687

Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they’re both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing’ you!- Anonymous

A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.

“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”

“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”

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~Growing Pains~

How do a cat and dog hybrid get along? Very carefully.


Word Count: 10,302

The sun was already going to bed and the moon was beginning to rise for her job.  You got out of your afternoon class later than normal, your professor was one of those who was very passionate about their subject so you were kept almost 15 minutes past the cut off time.  You had just finished making a few purchases from the grocery store that was right next to the campus and with your bags in hand you start the relatively short walk to your apartment.  

Rotisserie chicken acquired, you head down the sidewalk, but as you are passing by a small alleyway you see movement coming from somewhere inside, causing you to freeze in place. You turn towards the general direction of the shadow, but don’t want to move any closer, not with your imagination running wild inside your head.

Cautiously taking a step into the darkness, you slowly take a peek, and then there’s a loud crash.  

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Calm in The Storm - Yoongi (Suga) Fluff/Angst

Originally posted by minshoot

Request: Could you do a BTS Suga imagine where he’s really stressed about work and he starts snapping at everyone and the others called you to calm him down. Love your imagines 💕

Word Count: 2127

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member/Group: Yoongi (Suga) of BTS

Summary: With a comeback coming soon, all the boys of BTS are more stressed than ever. Stress can bring anger with it, but there is always a way to get people to calm down.

A/N: Hi guys! I have a few drafts in the works, so multiple scenarios could possibly be posted this week. I am telling you guys, I may not post on Friday or Saturday because I have a few babysitting jobs lined up this weekend. (Oh the joy of being broke but too young to legally apply for a job in Texas… kms.)

 “Namjoon, what do you think about adding a piano section in right here?” Yoongi gestured to the bars displayed on the screen and pulled one side of his headphones off of his ears. Namjoon looked over the work that Yoongi had done and bopped his head as he tried to think of the lyrics that would be put over the beats and rhythms they were currently preparing. After a few seconds, Namjoon nodded and sent his sleepy eyed best friend a thumbs up.

 “I think it’ll work well with Jin’s solo vocals right here.” Namjoon walked back over to his spot at his desk and popped his earbuds back in as he continued to work.

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Namjoon

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1,413

Summary:  Spy!AU - It’s been nine months since you last saw him. Nine months, since you last took a job. When he sends you a message though, how can you stay away?

For @vixxpirational - as part of @kpoptrashnetwork ‘s secret santa. Hope you enjoy, love!

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Wrong Number, Right Call (part 4)

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Synopsis: The first date…

Warnings: Does fluff need a warning? Because this is ALL fluff.

Author’s Note: We’re almost done with this cutie of a story. The epilogue goes up tomorrow! :) Also, I’m going to have to ask you guys to stretch your imagination a bit with this one… Seung Hyun goes out in public and doesn’t get mauled by fans.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


(Photo edit not mine, credit on pic)

You agreed to meet up at the subway station at eleven in the morning.

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Dark Princess

I deeply apologize for posting so late but I had tumblr trouble and I am so frustrated because I lost some of the work I did AND the request I’ve gotten 😭 

Trying to fix it and if I fail to do your request, feel free to shun me. 

Current Requests: 9

Could you an imagine were the reader is from Beaxton and Voldemort’s daughter. And she meets Draco when Voldemort assigns him to protect her when she enters Hogwarts (setting is during Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire -Anonymous

“I entrust my daughter’s life onto your hands, Draco…don’t fail me”

The Dark Lord’s voice echoed in Draco’s mind as he nervously sat in the great hall, not even paying attention to anything else. He ignored Pansy’s failed attempts to start a conversation or Dumbledore’s announcement. He already knew what he was going to say anyway. The Triwizard tournament was going to be held in Hogwarts and students and head masters from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be living with them. One of those students is the daughter of the Dark Lord himself. Even if Draco wasn’t marked yet, he was still considered a follower. 

Though he did not exactly see him, he knew it was him.

Besides, all he needed to do was to make sure his daughter was safe and he’ll be fine. 

That should be easy, right?

“Now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their head mistress, Madam Maxime” Dumbledore smiled, staring at the entrance doors. 

Draco looked up from the table to see girls in blue uniforms enter the Great Hall. The started dancing and making weird noises every once in a while but he would be lying if he said they weren’t attractive. But one stood out the most. He was certain that it was his daughter. He was certain it was you.

You strolled behind the group of your school mates, not daring to do what they were doing. Fleur and her sister were dancing behind them whilst you stayed at the end in front of your head mistress. Madam Maxime knew what you were like. She knew the kinds of havoc you can create. So she tolerated with the behavior you were now showing. Your head held high, shoulders back and face cold. Some of the Hogwarts males turned their gazes on you as you walked.The temperature of the room had suddenly gotten colder. 

Being the daughter of the dark lord wasn’t all that bad. Of course there are some things you had to do to live up to your father’s legacy but you knew you would never reach his level of darkness. But just like him, you were fascinated by dark magic. It was like a curse that could never be broken, A book with no end. As you walked, your eyes scanned everyone in the hall. All those innocents lives. Lives that will one day be taken by your father. You had a small feeling of pity for them. Your father did everything he could to obliterate all kindness in you. But there was always something that he could never get rid of something that only the right person could reveal. 

Your eyes stopped and stared at a pair of the most beautiful grey eyes you had ever seen. You were a sucker for grey eyes. They were like the colour of clouds on  a windy afternoon. Those eyes had belonged to a blonde boy wearing emerald green robes. You would be a Slytherin if you attended Hogwarts, You were certain. 

After dinner, Draco made sure to talk to you privately. He was very eager to speak with you. He knew you were beautiful because of the information from his parents. He didn’t know you were that beautiful. 

Once he saw the familiar pale skin and (H/C) hair, he lightly grabbed your arm catching you by surprise. You yelped, turning angrily at your attacker. You immediately recognized the boy from earlier causing your features to soften a bit. 

“(Y/N) Riddle?” You gave a curt nod, not understanding how he knew your name. 

“I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy” He introduced himself, finally releasing his grip from your arm. Now you could comprehend why he looked familiar. He was the Lucius Malfoy’s descendant. They sort of had the same features. 

“Your father said that I’ll be accompanying you” The blonde informed you, eyes never leaving yours. You scowled turning your head in disbelief. 

“I don’t need protection” You snapped then looked at him up and down “And certainly not from someone like you.” 

Draco’s brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at you “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I can handle myself” You clarified. You gave a short laugh, turning around to where the Beauxbatons students were supposed to stay. Then you felt his hand grip your arm again before you groaned in exasperation. 

“Trust me, Princess” He whispered in your ear. His hot breath trickling down your neck made you shiver “You’ll be needing my protection.” Once he pulled back, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. 

“They say you’re the Slytherin Prince” You quipped, raising a brow “My father’s the heir of Slytherin” 

Draco lips etched into a smirk.

“Would you like to be my Slytherin Princess?” His smirk grew wider as he took another step towards you, your bodies touching lightly “My Dark Slytherin Princess.” 


Months have passed and you and Draco were now the best of friends. You were still mean to everyone— that’s why you two got along so well. You were strolling the magnificent halls of Hogwarts, beaming at the beautiful castle. The Academy was lovely as well but not like this. The castle was glorious, the black lake was glistening in the sun like diamonds and everything else felt more magical here. Maybe you could ask your father if you could transfer next year. 

You had reached the courtyard and spotted a crowd filling the corner. Curiosity filled you as you made your way towards them. You shoulder accidentally bumped Harry Potter, who was grinning widely. Like your father, you despised Potter. How could a baby defeat someone as powerful as your father? You glared at him before your attention was snapped back to the scene. 

You had discern ‘Professor Moody’ who you knew was Barty Grouch Jr. You knew this information because you were always by the dark lord’s side even if he wasn’t in his full form. You also see a white ferret floating in the air.

The ‘Professor’ was motioning his wand up and down, the ferret bouncing similarly as it floated. You giggled catching the professor’s attention. He gave you a small smile that was almost invisible. 

“Professor Moody!” yelped Professor McGonagall, coming into view “What are you doing?”

“Teaching.” He answered. You snickered, causing Professor McGonagall to give you a look. 

“I-is that a— is that a student?” She questioned Barty Moody.

“Technically it’s a ferret” He quipped. You were smiling so much it felt like your cheeks were burning. 

Moody pulled Crabbe’s pants and placed the ferret in it. Laughter was heard as Draco’s friends were trying to get the ferret out. Which reminds you; where was Draco?

“Here you go deary” ‘Moody’ winked at you, levitating the ferret in your arms. You squealed and encircled your arms around the small creature. It was adorable, really. The ferret cuddled into your arms in fear, earning a smile from you. But your delight was soon ruined by Professor McGonagall who casted a spell on the ferret. You unwillingly dropped it because of the sudden weight gain and suddenly it transformed into….Draco?

So that’s where he went. 

His hair and clothes were all messy as he panted in fright. It was still amusing to watch. 

“My father will hear about this!” He threatened, angering the ‘proffesor’, who chased him around the tree. You rolled your eyes, grabbing Draco’s arm and left the scene, his gang running ahead. You heard McGonagall scolding ‘Moody’ as you both sat down on one of the short walls in between two pillars. 

“Stupid big eyed freak” Draco muttered, fixing his dress shirt and tie. You couldn’t help but giggle recalling what had happened. The slytherin prince glared at you causing you to finally stop and let out a breath. 

“That wasn’t funny”

“Oh yes it was, Mr. You need my Protection” You laughed, eyes squinting. Draco would never admit it to you, but he loved the way you show your genuine smile. It was unlikely that you showed a real smile to anyone else. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, finally having decent looking attire. 

“The way you nestled in my arms” You teased, pushing him a bit “Looked like you were using me as a cushion of protection”

“I was cold” He lied, looking at anywhere but you “besides, he wouldn’t hurt you. You’re his favourite beside Potter”

“oh look it’s the Slytherin Prince with his Slytherin Princess!” One of the Weasley twins called out. You rolled your eyes. You weren’t even attending this school! but most of the students had predicted that you were Voldemort’s daughter— given your last name and your knowledge on the dark arts. 

“Bow down before the dark ones!” The other twin bellowed jokingly. Soon they left, making you sigh in relief. You could see that Draco didn’t fix his hair. You smiled and soothed it down. Despite the constant teasing and the pleasant and not dangerous at all events, you and Draco had made a connection you knew you’d never get rid of. 

“Just so you know, Professor Moody isn’t Professor Moody” You stated “He’s one of my father’s death eaters” Draco turned to you wide eyed causing you to smile again. You leaned forward, kissing his cheek before you stood up. 

“Come on then” You pulled out your hand “The Dark Ones must cause havoc” 

casualglitterbug  asked:

For the mini-headcanon thing, what about sirius dating a Slytherin bonus points for somehow including them stealing his Gryffindor scarf and wearing it, I don't know if you can do anything with this but it's been in my mind for a long time, and I LOVE your writing

thanks friend! :) i’ll do my best haha wtf this did not turn out mini yikes

  • you guys hate each other at first, of course
  • bc he’s a gryffindor and you’re a slytherin
  • and one night you’re in the slytherin common rooms playing truth or dare
  • you get dared to steal sirius’ favorite scarf
  • that vile gryffindor one he always wears to the quidditch matches
  • you’re not one to back down from a dare, so you cast an invisibility charm on yourself
  • you manage to sneak behind two gryffs entering the tower and slip past the fat lady
  • you’re stealthy and sneaky and you never would’ve gotten caught
  • … if it weren’t for the marauders map
  • when you enter sirius’ dorm, all of them pretend they’re sleeping, wanting to know what you were trying to do
  • on the corner of his bed, you spot the scarf
  • you grab it and–thankfully–sirius doesn’t move
  • none of them do anything, actually
  • you make it back to the slytherin dungeons with the scarf in tow
  • sirius comes up to you in the hallways before potions
  • he’s leaning against the wall all smug-like and just gives you the look
  • you return it, the scarf draped over your shoulder bc screw the dress code why not show off your “trophy”
  • “have you seen my scarf around, y/n? i’ve been looking everywhere for it”
  • “hmm, sorry, black. i don’t know what you’re talking about”
  • your snide remarks and quips toward each other turn more into witty flirting
  • of course that leads to sexual tension
  • who knew stealing his scarf to lead to the start of a new relationship?

SORRY THE END WAS SO ABRUPT i was writing way too much ahaha

Our Love In Fine Print

Request: “I really love your writing and if it wouldn’t be a bother I would really appreciate an imagine using drabble prompts 18 and 94. Thank you so much!!! ❤︎”

Summary: Draco has a terrible nightmare, and you comfort as best as you can, assuring him of how much you love him.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1,380

Warnings: Light smut (mostly kissing and feeling) - fluff. ;)

A/N: I really liked this request, and I hope you all liked it too! I hope it lived up to your expectations, love! Thank you for requesting! xx

Originally posted by carpelunam

Draco couldn’t see a thing, it was pitch black. Icy, cold air seeped through his bones, goosebumps blanketing his skin. His hands reached around him, immediately coming in contact with freezing water.

The only sound that was heard was Draco’s ragged, harsh breaths and rapid heartbeat. His toes curled as he wrapped his arms around himself, cowering backwards into an inconspicuous corner.

“Why are you here?!” A voice ripped through the tense air, startling Draco. He froze in his spot, whimpering slightly.

“I-I don’t know where I am.” He explained to the voice, trying his hardest to focus his eyes through the dark. His efforts were to no avail, however, as the dark that surrounded him had not settled.

“We don’t want you here! Nobody wants you here! You’re a disgrace!” Yelled the unknown voice.

A sob threatened to release itself from Draco’s chest, his body shaking violently. The harsh words echoed in his ears, haunting him terribly, clouding his thoughts. He believed them, even agreed with them.

“NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE! NOBODY LOVED YOU! NOBODY LOVES YOU! NOT EVEN YOU’RE OWN MOTHER! NO ONE!” The painful scream screeched through the silence, deafening Draco.

He yelped, whipping his arms up to his ears and pushing in. He tried to steady his breathing, putting all his effort into pushing the hurtful words from his mind. Dead silence enveloped Draco in a cloud of dreadful thoughts. However, after a treacherous minute of utter torture, the voice had returned.

“SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU!” It screeched, suddenly close to Draco’s face. The breeze from its shout had sent painful chills down Draco’s spine, a sob escaping his mouth.

“STOP!” He begged, tightening his hands on his ear. The pressure he aided his ear had provided nothing to silencing out the screams, the words echoing in his mind, his sobs escalating. “PLEASE STOP!”




A vicious gasp released itself from Draco’s chest as he abruptly sat up from the bed he shared with you. His breathing was ragged, deep – broken. Sweat drenched his entire body as his chest heaved and sputtered. Draco whimpered slightly. It was just a nightmare.

 “Draco?” You wheezed, sleep tainting your voice. You sat up next to Draco’s side a soon as saw him, reaching your hand up to thread your fingers through his damp hair and to his scalp, massaging it.

 Draco leaned into your touch with a crippled sigh, closing his eyes. His body relaxed only slightly under your touch, the vivid visions from the nightmare that he had just dreamt still itching its way through his thoughts. He opened his eyes again, twisting his head to look over at your sleep-ridden expression. Years of pain and despair swam in his deep blue eyes as he studied every inch of your face, memorizing every crease and crevice and stamping it into his mind for the thousandth time that he’s looked at you.

 “What the matter, sweetie?” You cooed, your voice surrounding him in a cloud of comfort and assurance. He had stayed silent, pulling your hand from his hair and to his lips, placing a light kiss upon your knuckles.

 You smiled lightly at him, suddenly standing up from the bed and walking over to his side. He watched you in confusion as you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bathroom. You yanked open the door, tiptoeing over to the tub and bending down to reach for the handle.

You twisted your hand to the right, letting the hot water run as you turned around to face Draco, who stood before you. His eyes watched you curiously as you reaching down to the edge of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You did the same to your trousers, and soon you were standing naked in front of Draco.

Usually a smirk would lace his lips by now, but he had just stared at you, tracing every inch of your body with numerous amounts of adoration sparkling in his eyes. He watched you as you walked up to him, your hands gripping the ends of his shirt. He knew what you wanted without even speaking, and in just one blink of the eye, you and Draco were standing bare in front of each other in no time.

 You bent your head up, connecting your lips to his. Occasionally, the kisses you two shared were full of passion and hunger, but this time was different. The passion was still there, but the kiss was sweet and gentle, comforting. Draco whined against your lips, wrapping an arm around your waist. The kiss went on for another couple of seconds before you pulled away. A groan escaped Draco’s lips, his grip tightening against your waist, keeping your body flat against his. Two pairs of lips brushed upon one another as you placed your forehead against Draco’s.

“Please.” He begged, his voice cracking. He brushed his hands across your back and down to your bum, squeezing gently, causing a gasp to escape your lips. Draco took that opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tracing every crack and crevice. His hand cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand had tapped the back of your thigh, signalling for you to jump, which you had done willingly.

You moaned as you felt his cock slap against your bum, tightening your legs around his waist, hands tangling themselves in his hair instinctively. You pulled, emitting a groan from the back of Draco’s throat, the hold on your waist increasing. He dragged his lips to your cheek, tracing needy kisses passed your chin, to your jawline and down to your neck. He sucked and licked at your pulse, forcing a gasp from your lips. His arms started to shake, his kisses becoming sloppy.

You drew yourself back to the matter at hand, releasing your legs from his waist and dropping yourself to the floor. Draco whimpered against your neck, having no intentions of letting go of you. However, you gently pulled him away, against his own will, and tugged him towards the now full bath.

The sound of your rapid breathing filled the room as you and Draco climbed into the bath, tears pricking at the edges of his eyes.

You pulled his shaking figure down to sit in front of you, his back leaning against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair, massaging it to comfort him.

“Just let it go, baby. Let it all go.” You whispered against his ear, causing him to finally fall apart in your arms.

He shook and quivered in your hold, sobs breaking from his mouth. You rocked him back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, assuring him that everything was going to be alright.

“I had a bad dream again.” He broke through his weeping, his hand going up the arm that was around his chest, his fingers curling around the limb.
He leaned more into your touch, needy and desperate.

He just wanted to be with you. He just wanted to love you. His nightmare had resurfaced to his brain, the words “she will never love you” floating to the top of his mind, echoing silently in his ears.

However, your voice had contradicted his thoughts, immediately reaching through to him.

“I love you.” You had whispered, the words meaning more to him than you had thought they did. He cried against your chest, cuddling closer to you in the water that enveloped you both in a soothing cloud of warmth.

“I love you.” He echoed, moving his head up to place a deep, passionate kiss upon your lips. You leaned into the gesture, returning the amount of feeling and compassion as he was giving you.

Soon after, he had pulled away from you, closing his eyes and leaning his head in the crook of your neck and staying there for a few minutes. Although sleep had almost coursed through his veins, he heard you whisper one last thing, thinking he couldn’t hear you.

“And I will always love you.”

That was all he needed before sleep finally overtook him, his body relaxing in your arms.

Wearing the Spots

(ao3, ff)

Summary:  What’s worse than the love of your life catching you wearing fan merchandise? Oh, right, getting dragged halfway across Paris in said merch while she’s saving your life.

(based on some prompts with @fuckingchatnoir​, hope you like it!!!)

enjoy whatever this is!

Adrien ripped apart the packaging excitedly, with Plagg hovering exasperatedly over one shoulder.

‘It’s here, It’s here, It’s here, It’s here, It’s here!’

'I can’t believe you’re making such a fuss about this.’ Plagg shook his head. 'Scratch that, I can’t believe you actually bought the thing in the first place.’

'Well, I wasn’t exactly going to buy the Chat Noir one, was I?’ Adrien shot back as he attempted, mostly unsuccessfully, to pry off a long piece of packaging tape. 'Damn it, you’d think that this thing would actually be accessible?’ He stuffed the package under his arm and raced over to his desk, leaving Plagg to trail lazily behind.

'The mighty superhero Chat Noir, thousands of years old and hero the world over; finally brought to his knees.’ Plagg said, with the most dramatic voice he could manage. 'By sticky tape.’

'Not just sticky tape, Plagg,’ Adrien shot him a dirty look as he rifled through his top drawer. 'Packaging tape. That stuff’s way harder.’

'Because that’s so much better.’

'It is, actually?’ Adrien returned his attention to the drawer, and shortly produced a pair of short handled scissors.

He sighed. 'I feel like it’s cheating.’

'I’m not letting you cataclysm the wrapping.’ Plagg said sternly, then trailing back over as Adrien dashed back over to his bed, where he had originally found the backage.

'I wouldn’t-!’ Adrien exclaimed, but then visibly considered it.

'I said no.’

'Fine, fine,’ He sat back down, and with the care of any of the designers that his father employed, carefully sliced the top of the package open. 'You have to admit that it would be cool.’

'Cool, and excessive. What if you accidentally destroyed what was inside? You’d be stuck drooling at the door for another whole week waiting for a replacement.’

'I wasn’t drooling.’

'Yes you were.’

Adrien stuck his tongue out at the kwami, and pulled forth from the package a sizeable amount of red fabric.

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“the moon landing”

“oi! don’t call them craters, dumbass! call them for what they are!” kageyama’s hand is tangled in his wild orange curls, ruffling them up beyond whatever abstract mess they’d been in before.

“what, scars?”

kagehina / wc. 553 / g

shouyou often finds himself staring at kageyama’s cheeks. he has slowly memorized every spot across his cheekbones, every round dip littered in the hollows, the now-smooth skin of his jawline. he knows how those cheeks feel beneath his palms, the ease in which they fit into his fingers somehow even more comforting than the feel of a volleyball. he likes how they feel.

he also likes kageyama’s forehead, smooth underneath the coarse black hair that falls across it. he remembers when kageyama would never let him brush it back, embarrassed of the bumps his bangs hid, and remembers when kageyama wouldn’t let shouyou touch his face at all, jerking away from his small hands like they burned. he likes the little tiny bumps between his eyebrows, and the red ones underneath the soft spot of his jaw.

“are you–why do you always stare at me like that?” kageyama growls around the straw of his milk carton, glaring at shouyou from the corner of his eye. “quit looking at my skin already.”

the last part is murmured, blue eyes suddenly interested in the ground. kageyama bites down on the straw, and the clench of his jaw is enticing; it makes shouyou want to skip class for the rest of the day.

gingerly, shouyou’s hand comes up to rest the backs of his fingers against kageyama’s face. heat quickly blooms, spreading vermillion all the way to the tips of kageyama’s ears and down beneath the collar of his white button-up. his eyes stay trained on the ground, fighting to suggest indifference long after his skin betrays him–always betraying him, it seems–and just before the sudden clench of his milk carton does the same.

shouyou leans in, close enough for his eyelashes to skim sensitive, pockmarked cheeks. he tenderly presses his lips against them, and kageyama only grows warmer, quickly shifting to deep crimson. he’s so cute, it makes shouyou laugh.

“your skin is beautiful,” he says to the setter, full of genuineness. “even better than last week.”

with a final slurp of his drink kageyama tells him, “i’m using a new moisturizer, since the icy–the asos–the… isosceles stuff is so drying. you think it’s working?”

“obviously, yamayama! you have such a cute face, especially with it’s little craters!” shouyou could never have the heart to say those things maliciously, he really means every word. The teasing just makes his compliments a little easier for kageyama to swallow.

he is answered with a bonk to the head. “oi! don’t call them craters, dumbass! call them for what they are!” kageyama’s hand is tangled in his wild orange curls, ruffling them up beyond whatever abstract mess they’d been in before.

“what, scars? craters sounds better, like you’re my little moon,” his small hand curls around kageyama’s wrist, thumb gently circling the inside. he giggles again. tsukishima who?

“quit saying dumb stuff like that, hinata,” the blush is back, in full bloom, as kageyama bends his wrist to try and stroke his own fingers along hinata’s arm, who loosens his grip to allow it. the light touches travel inside wrists, and palms, against the other’s fingers, until they interlock and rest in shouyou’s lap. his big brown eyes glitter up at kageyama.

“don’t worry kage-luna, the moon can’t be lonely when the sun is around.” he says, smiling.

Odd place for a nap

Hello! I love all of your stories and I always come back to them. Would you mind writing a Newt X reader where the reader is an insomniac? And then at times Newt finds them sleeping by some of his animals in his case?

This is a really sweet idea, thank you so much. I’m looking forward to writing it

Newt x gender neutral reader

Master list

Originally posted by eddie-scamander


Newt woke with a start, the peculiar dream still buzzing about his groggy brain, the cool night air biting at his exposed skin, as he tried to snuggle closer to the person who he shared this bed with, only to find it cold and empty, as he blearily groped about for them. As newt began to wake up so did his concern, the bed was much too cold to have just been left for a midnight cup of tea as was y/n usual habit, when they couldn’t sleep.

Flinging his long legs out of the warmth of their shared bed and into the chill of their darkened bedroom, newt made his way to the kitchen, only to find it empty, except for y/n’s favourite mug, sat alone on the table. A fond smile grew at newts slightly dry lips, as it dawned on him where they would be.

Shuffling his way to the study, he clumsily climbed inside his case, to begin the hunt for y/n, grabbing a blanket, before checking on a peacefully sleeping Pickett on his way past, in the matchbox stuffed with one of newts clean handkerchiefs that he called a bed.

Newt could see why you loved coming down here through the night so much, the snoozing creatures snoring gently as they dreamed peacefully, the velvety black skies sprinkled with countless stars and the insects practicing their musical rhapsodise, was truly calming.

From the corner of his eye, newt spotted a y/n shaped lump, curled up tightly with Dougal, as he dozed lightly. Newt released a soft chuckle at the sight, as he wandered his way over to the sleeping pair, draping the old soft blanket over y/n’s shoulders, which were gently rising and falling with each steady breath, a sleepy smile at their perfect lips as they snuggled into the blanket.

Newt settled himself by their side, gently running his long work worn hands through their impossibly soft hair.


Have a great day and be safe


led by our beating hearts

   The first time Annabeth Chase meets Percy Jackson is much more anticlimactic than she imagined.

   It’s not that Annabeth spends a lot of time actively thinking about someone she’s never met, but being a student at Pantheon Senior High School means that an active education in the ongoings of people like Percy Jackson’s life is inevitable. That’s mostly due to the nature of the rivalry between their high school and his.

   Olympus is a relatively small town in Virginia, surrounded only by rolling hills that are dotted by small farms and fields. The lack of interesting things to do results in all of the annoying teenagers at her school to fixate on outdoing the students of the only other high school in town. Whether it’s academics, athletics, or school spirit, both schools compete with impossible rigor. Akin to the rivalry between Poseidon and Athena, this one between the Spartans and Gladiators was born of hormonal adolescent egos and mutual loathing.

  Legion High School lies on the west side of town, across the Tiber Creek. The students there are generally more wealthy than the ones at Pantheon which only contributes to the unrest. Annabeth has experienced being caught in the crosshairs of the ill-fated rivalry more times than she can count. Being one of Pine’s star athletes guarantees that her high school uses her as ammunition and bragging grounds every chance she gets. While she has as much- if not more- school spirit as the next girl, she has no desire to participate in the cutthroat barbs and practical jokes that the majority of the student body takes so much joy in. She makes it a point to attend all major school meets and games against Legion, if not for her interest in the sports themselves then for her fascination of how the rivalry makes her already arrogant and hypermasculine peers even more conceited and stupid.

  Her heavy involvement in soccer and track may draw attention, but both schools place a much greater emphasis on basketball and swimming where Percy shines. It’s at these basketball games and swim meets that she glimpses him at first. She always sits at the very top of the bleachers with Reyna so they can make fun of the athletes on both sides and review their schoolwork. Even if she didn’t have to hear the accompanying booing from her side of the gym every time he steps out onto the court or up to the pool, she can begrudgingly admit that he is an incredible athlete. She’s never held a conversation with him, but his jet black hair and deeply tanned skin always stands out.

  Although she doesn’t hate him the way most students do, she maintains a constant state of irritation towards all things Legion related. The way their town is split down the middle based on something as trivial as high school sports is remnant of something out of a medieval storybook written by children. Even the adults tend to promote the rivalry, like steadfastly watching a bunch of teens duke it out over volleyball and math competitions with save them from their boring lives.

  She makes it barely 10 minutes into the school day before she hears someone mention Percy Jackson. She’s at her locker, in the midst of shoving her books in her locker (it’s way too far into the semester for her to still organize her stuff) when one of the designated douchey jocks starts loudly ranting about the previous night’s basketball events. Apparently, there was a scrimmage and “that a-hole jackson kid” managed to pull the score into a tie during the last minute. The buzz continues throughout her school day, and even her normally sensible friends think that it’s fascinating how much Legion’s subpar team has improved.

  A couple hours later, Annabeth is making a pit stop at her neighborhood’s Stop and Shop on the way to movie night at Piper’s house. She relaxes at the familiar clattering of wind chimes as she yanks open the door, and mutters a quick greeting to Chiron, the owner. Chiron’s has always been one of her favorite places in town. It’s owner is an old family friend who taught her how to deal with her dyslexia when she was younger. He’s always been a mentor and father figure to her, and she picks up shifts at the store on weekends.

  The store itself has this soothing atmosphere that never fails her. The floorboards creak when she steps across them, and the Frank Sinatra poster that’s tacked to the wall by the door is on the verge of falling off but somehow the building still exudes comfort. She knows every inch of it from elementary school days spent curled up in the big vintage armchair in the corner so she could escape her parent’s fighting.

  That’s partially why seeing Percy Jackson in the snacks aisle is so surprising. It’s not that people from Legion aren’t allowed on this side of town, but they aren’t exactly expected. Percy Jackson with his shock of black hair and sea green eyes is utterly recognizable- not to mention that he’s wearing a purple hoodie with the words JHS Gladiators emblazoned on the front. It’s like painting a target on your back while simultaneously walking into a war zone. She considers walking away, but he spots her first.

  “Hey! You’re Annabeth, right?” he calls out just as she was about to begin her retreat. “You do soccer and track and stuff at Pantheon.” his eyes reflect the light of the fairy lights Annabeth draped all over the fixtures in the ceiling during her interior design phase in seventh grade. The way he’s rocking back and forth on his heels reminds her entirely of Leo, and she wonders if he had ADHD too. It’s certainly a big part of why Annabeth’s so involved in sports- it’s nearly impossible to get rid of the restlessness she always feels. She’s suddenly aware of the fact that she hasn’t brushed her hair all day, or bothered to conceal the circles under her eyes. She shifts her weight onto her left foot and tries to suppress her nerves.

  “Soccer and track and stuff. That’s me.” she answers honestly  “and you’re Legion’s swimming god.” He’s a couple inches taller than her, and even more tan, like he spent all his free time at a beach instead of a tiny town in Virginia. His cheeks take on a rosy pink color and he lifts his shoulders in an awkward half shrug.

  “So that’s what they call me on this side of the creek, huh?” he questions. “You know, people say that you’re the best forward that the town has seen in years.” Usually when people bring up her soccer position their tones are mocking in a oh congrats, female sort of way. But Percy’s tone is earnest and completely at odds with what most of his teammates have thrown at her.

  “Uh- I’m okay.” she manages “soccer’s definitely not nearly as interesting as your whole basketball thing.”

  “So what, pray tell, is one of Westbury’s revered athletes doing on this side of town?” Annabeth prods “You know, if any other student had noticed you you’d have been immediately sentenced to death by overzealous high schoolers.”  

  Percy lets loose a quiet laugh at this, and she can’t help the sliver of satisfaction that snakes through her body. He looks oddly embarrassed, and the sheer normalcy of his accompanying flush goes against all her prior expectations of this boy. She takes in the way he bites down on his lip as he unfurls his right wrist to reveal a small cellophane package filled with… dolphins?

  “You… risked your well being in order to buy candy dolphins?” Annabeth can’t help the astonishment in her voice. Percy looks deeply offended, and his eyes shine with mirth.

  “They’re gummy sharks.” He protested “and they’re my lifeblood. Seriously, Annabeth Chase, gummy sharks are the food of the gods.” he continues, “my cousin, Nico is supposed to supply me with them, since this is the only place in town which sells them, but he’s on some stupid date which means I have to do everything myself as per usual.”

  By the time he’s finished with his tirade, his eyebrows are knitted together in concentration and his hands are still moving to finish his latest dramatic gesture.

  “Nico Di Angelo?” she questions “He’s your cousin?”  Thanks to her longstanding friendship with Will, Annabeth cannot go 24 hours without hearing him ramble on and on about the gorgeous brunette with the gorgeous dark eyes that- oh god annabeth they make me want to melt he’s so out of my league. It took Will an entire semester of pining from a distance before he finally made a move and Annabeth has spent the entirety of the last two weeks helping Will plan an overly complex date meant to woo his pants off, in his own words.

  “You know him?” Percy questions

  “Indirectly. My friend Will has spent so much time talking about his enormous crush that I probably know more about your cousin than I do myself. Will’s probably setting off heart shaped fireworks as we speak.”

  “Ah. So he’s the blond haired casanova that Nico hasn’t been able to shut up about for the past few months. It’s gotten quite concerning, really.”

  “It’s ridiculous.” Annabeth declares “They should just get on with it and adopt their seven kids and three cats.”

  Percy proceeds to wrinkle his nose (and yes, it’s adorable) and tell her about how the children would be named after Pokemon and the cats after Yugi Oh! characters. She notices.. a lot of things. His eyebrows furrow when he’s passionate about something, and he blushes more easily than anyone she’s ever met. Their conversation continues and she finds herself enjoying his personality more than she’s willing to admit. She tells him about her visions of becoming an architect, her soccer team, her qualms and praises of the most recent star wars installment… and before she knows it, her phone chimes.

  “Um. Sorry.” she glances down at her screen. It’s a text from Piper asking why in the name of all that is holy it has taken her over two hours to buy a jar of salsa. “Yeah that’s my friend who will burn me at the stake if I don’t get to movie night with food. I should run.” Percy looks disappointed but offers her a shy smile.

  “That’s cool. I should probably head back home.” he waves his packet of gummy sharks at her “hopefully I’ll see you around?” She tucks one of her curls behind her ear and glances up at him

  “Yeah. I’d like that.” Percy grins at her before he exits the shop and she grabs a couple extra jars of queso just to appease Piper.

  She mulls over the conversation as she jogs her way around the block to Piper’s house. It’s odd, how instantly comfortable she was with him. It took her weeks before she had felt that close to any of her other friends. Her stomach is churning with a weird fluttery feeling and the crisp nighttime air isn’t doing much to clear her mind. She takes her time walking up the steps to Piper’s giant house. With the amount of money Tristan Mclean makes, they definitely should live on the west side of town but something about real estate and contracts made them choose this neighborhood. Piper throws the door open and rushes at Annabeth just a few moments after she rings the doorbell. She’s wearing a pride shirt and shorts with multi colored palm trees on them which make Annabeth’s heart clench with the faintest bit of pride.

  “Annabeth!” she cries “I’m starving. And I’ll murder you if you didn’t bring nachos.” Annabeth takes this as her cue to walk in and settle next to Reyna on the couch. They’re watching the Goblet of Fire (as all the cool teens do on their Friday nights). Reyna squints her eyes at her as a greeting, which Annabeth returns with a one shouldered shrug. The couch groans as Piper flops onto the cushion next to Annabeth and she throws her legs into Annabeth’s lap. Piper is rustling through Annabeth’s bag of snacks when she lets out a low whistle. They both look over at her in surprise as she leans over and brushes Annabeth’s face with her braids.

  “Damn, Chase has game!” Annabeth squints at her and swats at her hair. This catches Reyna’s interest and she turns away from the screen. Annabeth sighs

  “What are you talking about?” she asks. Piper passes over the jar of salsa and is practically trembling with delight as she points out a pale yellow sticky note attached to the side. Scrawled (almost illegibly, she notes) are 10 digits, signed PJ complete with a smiley face. Reyna scans the note as she leans over.

  “Who’s PJ?” she asks as she shoots her a smirk. She knows that they’re trying to be nonchalant about it, but the glimmer in Piper’s eyes tells her otherwise. She hasn’t done anything remotely romantic since her historic crush on Luke in middle school which resulted in one date freshmen year before he moved away. Piper has been begging her to go on a date ever since, and Reyna is convinced that she’s aromantic just like her. It’s not that Annabeth is opposed to dating, or even that she hasn’t been attracted to her fair share of guys. It’s just that any feelings she’s had have been shallow and inconsequential; nothing she could possibly build a relationship out of. This thing with Percy is tentative and she has no idea what it holds, but deep down she knows that he’d make an amazing friend and that’s important to her.

  “Percy Jackson.” She mutters, making sure to fixate her eyes on Victor Krum. The effect of her words is no less than she predicted. Piper squeals and drops her Tostitos and Reyna raises both eyebrows, instead of just one.

  “Like, Legion’s Percy Jackson? Thalia’s cousin? If so, congratulations- he’s like seven different levels of fine.” Piper proclaims  “not exactly my type, though.” Reyna glances back at the number and frowns.

  “Aren’t people from that side of town generally elitist assholes?” Reyna asked “Also when did you get a chance to interact with him?” A wicked grin flashed across Piper’s face and she grasped Annabeth’s wrists.

  “C’mon tell us about your crush.” Piper pleaded “It’ll be fun! Besides, are you going to ca- CEDRIC NO!” Piper shrieks and covers her eyes with her hands. Annabeth mentally thanks Voldemort for the distraction as Reyna shoots her a meaningful look. She glances back down at the post-it note in her hand and smiles, thinking about what Piper was about to ask. Maybe she would.

AN: i wrote part of this drabble a while ago and i added a bunch of crap this morning, but i’ll probably have another chapter up this weekend? also i know my writing is still pretty bad so constructive criticism would be really, really cool

+ a thank you to everyone that gave me feedback the first time, @not-illegal-if-u-win @lilygold23 @seriouslymisunderstood @aedinishellatrash @thedarkwhiteangel @demigodishlymagical @downercalum @pls-give-me-smut


Parts: I II III IV

Genre: smut

Do Kyungsoo X Own Character 

Prolongue:  Water me
I promise I can grow tall
When making love is free

Author Notes: this little introduction is part of a series, I risked a different concept from what I’m used to write… I’m not sure of how many parts this serie will be, but I hope you enjoy it. Happy Valentine’s Day <3 

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Leave. Me. Alone. ~ Connor Murphy x Hijab!Reader

Requested by @ok-ladies-lets-get-in-formation guys they are the sweetest little bean! They’re so nice and kind and just amazing all around! They requested a Connor x Hijab!Reader and they were kind enough to give me information about a Hijab and they people who wear them. So thank you again! 

WC: 1179

Warning: Swearing, Racist comments


“Alright, alright! I’m coming,” you called out to your boyfriend, Connor, who was currently waiting in your driveway. Quickly, you grabbed your bag, gave your parents a goodbye kiss on their cheeks, and ran out the door. “Hi, Zoe. Hey, Con,” you said, getting into the passenger side of Connors truck.

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Assassin: Chapt 3

It’s up finally. I’m sorry ! I had some technical difficulties. Thank you to EVERYONE the gave me inspo for this chapter. And thank you to @completedylantrash for editing this for me. I stg I annoy her constantly about this fic. Workspace: Epilogue is next…Love ya, babez.

Word Count: 3097

Chapters: [1] [2]

Originally posted by voidhelena

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Whats Mine

Prompt ~ #129 “So why did I have to punch that guy?”

Extra ~ Jason Todd x Reader

Note ~ Not very good, crappy content

 You walked into the well decorated venue, your red dress flowing behind you. A sweet smile etched on your face, you plucked a drink from one of the many server’s trays walking deeper into the venue. From the corner of youyr eye you spotted black ruffled hair with the infamous white streak in it. You walked towards his direction placing your now empty glass on a nearby tray.

He saw you the second you entered, you looked marvelous. He didn’t think there was a word to describe how beautiful you looked. Jason’s face quickly turned from a loving expression to a jealous one. He watched as a blonde man looked you up and down and held his hand out for you, signaling he wanted to dance with you. You shook your head no and walked away from the man’s out stretched hand making your way back to Jason’s direction. You pulled his arm taking him into the middle of the group of dancing couples, swaying carefully with the music.

“I saw that face, are you jealous?” You snickered at his faltering cocky expression.

“Of course I wasn’t.” He lied through his teeth.

“What ever you say babe.” You laughed, well knowing that he was jealous. He was the some what possessive type. The moment was ruined as you heard a loud crash and cries of guests.

“Get to safety.” Jason whispered in your ear as he disappeared, you obeyed to his command and made your way outside walking far from the venue hailing a taxi.

Jason quickly clicked on his helmet, taking the safety off his guns. He ran towards the amateur thieves, they had planned to steal the money and expensive items of the guests at gun point. Yet it seemed their plans had been soiled. Jason quickly began to shoot at the goons, using rubber bullets mind you. He felt someone at his side as he kicked one of the goons, it was Tim. He had forgotten he would be attending the charity event tonight. Jason decided to ignore him as he tried protecting the few guests who weren’t able to make it out.

Jason and Tim finished knocking out the final one, Jason’s eyes glanced over to the guests. There in the front of the group was the blonde man that tried to dance with you earlier.

“Tim punch the blonde man.” Jason said in a dark ominous voice, Tim gave him a questioning look but abides to his weird order.

“So why did I have to punch that guy?” Tim asked as they grappled away from the scene.

“He messed with whats mine.”


Zabu: “Did he say what the problem was?”
Carmen: “No.  Better not be any heat from the eastside.  We took care of those pendejos last year and if they start shit again that’s it for them.”

Carmen: “Okay, Sneaks.  We’re here.  What’s the problem?”
Sneakers: “See for yourself…”

*distant chanting and muffled voice on a loud speaker*

Zabu: “What is that?”
Sneakers: “It’s some kind of protest, signs say “No Sims Left Behind”.  I think it’s part of that fucking gentrification project.  It’s blowing up my spot for the second day.  No one wants to stop and buy something with those assholes marching around screaming.”
Carmen: *sneering* “Only time those pinche uptowners want anything to do with this neighborhood is when they want to tell us how to do what we’re doing better.”

Zabu: “Why haven’t you run them off?”
Sneakers: “Cops, in the unmarked black Simaru.”

Detective Zardari: “Bruiser on the corner has company, Russ.”
Detective McClusky: “I see em’“

Dark side of You (Ramsay Bolton x reader imagine)

Originally posted by mr-lewis

Fandom: GoT

Chapters: One shot

Warning: None

Summary: Imagine ‘’spying’’ on Ramsay. Will you regret it?

A/N: It’s been like 83years (actually one month, but I still feel bad T_T) since I posted an imagine story so… here we go :)
At first, I was deciding between Joffrey and Ramsay. But once this idea hit me, I thought it’ll fit more Ramsay. Enjoy! ❤

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