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Indya Marie


  • December 7, 1993
  • American Instagram Star

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  • black hair
  • long hair
  • curls
  • brown eyes
  • 1.67m
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  • playable: young adult


Young!Remus X Reader

A/n: Just a little thing i wrote at 4am. I tend to write in this style at that time of night.

Warnings: None. Just a sprinkle of fluff and angst.

Originally posted by joyeuxno-el

You and Remus sat near the crackling fire, couch moved forward so you could see the flames dance, slightly mesmerizing. Though your eyes were focused on the glow in front of you, Remus was seeing another beauty.

He couldn’t remove his gaze from you. You just looked so perfect sitting there, cocoa mug in hand, leaning ever so slightly toward the warmth in front of you. You were more enchanting than the fire could ever be…at least to him.  

You were clad in shorts that were probably too thin for the coldness the castle could bring, and a long plaid button up night gown that you always wore as a coat, for the simple reason of you just liking plaid. Quite mismatched most of the time, maybe polka dot shorts with a bright green tank, and always that plaid. But it was always a tank, shorts, and that sometimes annoyingly plaid dress.

You seemed to make things a bit brighter wherever you stood. When you laughed, the only thing that mattered is that you kept laughing. When you cried, the world seemed to shatter into a thousand pieces, and somehow he had to make it better again. You meant everything to him.

You made him feel human. Feel like maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the monster everyone made him out to be. The monster he made himself out to be. You got him chocolate after full moons, and waited for him to get out of the hospital wing, even if it was 4 in the morning. You sneaked cocoa from the kitchen just to make him feel better. You made sure everything was right, even if you abandoned your own feelings and thoughts, which made Remus hate himself even more. He never wanted you to be involved in his personal problems…though he was ever grateful for every speck of hope and kindness you threw his way. Big or little, they always mattered more than he could ever express.

He was hooked. Hooked on every single bit of you. From the way you smiled whenever you saw the white glittery snow fall on a hard school day to how you furrowed your eyebrows whenever studying for even the simplest things. You were stunning in a unintentional type of way - like you didn’t know how everyone around you thought you were the most beautiful thing alive. You played off compliments and brushed aside date requests like they were something that happened to everyone. It pained Remus to see you think that someone asking you out or calling you pretty would be a joke, since to him, you were and would always be the most perfect thing in the world.

“What A Catch,Donnie”

Pairing: Pregnant!Reader x Daddy!Draco

WARNINGS: low self-esteemed,hormonal,pregnant reader. Mentions of depression. 

A/N- You’re pregnant again with a girl. This is a long one-shot.

You lie awake in your’s and Draco’s shamrock green, Queen-sized bed. Tears prick your eyes and your throat begins to swell. You stroke the large bump on your stomach softly while Draco’s large hands rub soothing circles into your hip and caress the bump. Resting your head on Draco’s chest, you let his steady heartbeat calm your thoughts. 

(y/n), love?” Draco asks quietly. “Please tell me why you’ve been distant lately. I’m here for you, sweetheart. I hate seeing you like this. Please.” he begs.

You suck in a shaky breath. Trying fruitlessly to hold in the tears. It ruins you bottling up all your feelings. One thick, hot tear leaves your eye and soaks into Draco’s black t-shirt. Your hands begin to shake uncontrollably and a strangled sob escapes your lips. “You can cry, sweetheart.” Draco says softly before kissing your temple.

You let it out. All the stress and self-doubt you’ve been trapping, you let escape.  Countless tears cascade down your cheeks and you fist Draco’s shirt tightly.  “It’s ok baby. I’m here.” Draco coos, and holds your fisted hands in his. Draco presses gentle kisses on your cheeks and gently runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair. 

“I c-can’t Draco.” you sob. You try to quieten; not wanting to wake up Scorpius who’s asleep in the next room. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, love.” he whispers softly.

“I’m not good enough, Draco.” you whisper. Your voice has levelled out, yet the waterfall of tears refuse to seize. “I’ll never be good enough.”

“What makes you think that, darling? To me and Scorpius you’re perfect. You saved me. I wouldn’t be here without you. You’re so kind. So beautiful, loving, caring, smart, strong, PERFECT. Don’t ever think otherwise.” he says staring into your (e/c) eyes the whole time. Sincerity and honesty reflecting in his cobalt eyes.

You sit in silence watching him. The love you feel for your family makes your heart warm. “I-I don’t want our daughter to be anything like me. What if she becomes like me? I won’t know what to do, Draco.” you confess. Your lip trembling.

“If our daughter was anything like you I would be the proudest father alive. Hell, I already am. I pray everyday that our children will become more like you. You are so important to us and our daughter will feel the exact same.” he says resting his forehead against yours.

“And…Scorpius loves and cares for you so much more.” you mutter quietly. Draco laughs softly in reply.

“You don’t think he loves you as much he does me? He’s been doing nothing but trying to ‘be a grown up’ to help look after you and get your attention these past few weeks. It’s hard on both of us to see you like this, love. We want to help you.”

You didn’t realise it. You’ve been so isolated and trapped in your thoughts that you didn’t acknowledge the important things around you. You wrap your arms around Draco’s neck and pull him into a hug where you cry into his shoulder. You hate yourself so much for abandoning them like that. Draco rubs up and down your back; while muttering sweet things into your ear. You pull back only to capture his lips in yours. 

The sound of the door creaking open causes you and Draco to break apart. You look towards the door to see a thouroughly dishevelled looking Scorpius. Rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning adorably. “Mummy?” he says sleepily. “Are you ok….? Is-is baby ok?!” he says suddenly wide awake. You watch in shock as his little figure runs towards your side of the bed.

Scorpius stares at you wide-eyed and concerned. His bed hair sticking up in all directions like a crown. You turn towards Draco too see him grinning proudly at him.

 “I-I~” you’re speechless. 

Scorpius’ tiny body makes a few attempts at climbing on the bed but is unable to reach. You’re about to reach for him but stop after you see him look away. His bottom lip trembling. “S-Scorp…?” you ask uncertainly. 

“I won’t be able to look after you and sis, Mummy.” he mumbles, on the verge of tears. “I-i’m not big enough.” you feel your heart break. You feel so crap about yourself for ignoring him this whole time. 

You reach over the bed and lift him and lay him in between you and Draco. Grabbing his small frame, you hug Scorpius as closely as your seven month bump will allow. Carefully and slowly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you back. You’re in tears again. They run down your nose and cheeks. Looking up through your tears you see Draco’s handsome face holding a soft smile. You’re feeling so unbelievably loved and there’s such a fulfilling love for your family that you feel in your heart. Which previously felt so heavy with, guilt and self-doubt but is now filled with the light expanses of love and care for all of them.

“D-did I hurt you?! I’m sorry Mummy! I didn’t mean it!” Scorpius exclaims. Shuffling back into Draco once he sees the tears on your face. A look of pure horror resting on his pale face.

“No, baby, no. I’m just happy, is all. I love you so much Scorp. I’m so proud of you.” you say cupping his cheek softly.

He smiles proudly. Looking to Draco in delight. Draco ruffles Scorpius’ soft blonde hair. The exact same as his own.

“Can I sleep with you and daddy, mummy? I miss you.” Scorpius pouts softly. A tired yawn leaving his lips and causing his eyes to water. 

“Of course, darling. I’ve missed you too sweetheart.” you say while brushing the hair out of his face.

You move him again so he’s on the left of you and you’re next to Draco again. Draco kisses your lips and grins widely at you. Which you return whole heartedly.

Turning around you cuddle Scorpius’ small body. Planting a soft kiss onto his cheek. Watching as his eyes droop slowly. You feel Draco’s gentle and tentative arms wrap around you. He snuggles into your back. Resting his chin on your shoulder. One of Draco’s arms rests on Scorpius’ hip. 

Glancing back at him, your (e/c) eyes meet his icy blue ones. A happy smile rests on both your faces. “I told you.” he mumbles smugly. 

“Hm.” your smile drops slowly. Remembering the reason for not noticing in the first place. 

Self hate has always been something you’ve had a problem with. You can’t remember when it started or when you realised it but it’s always been there. You called them your ‘demons’ as a teenager. They were there for you when honestly, no one else was. Almost like the arms that catch you when you fall. Only to let you go. To laugh and taunt, trap you under their feet, as you try so hard to get yourself up off the ground without any motivation to do so. Along with all the other people in your life who hurt you. But then he saved you. Draco beared and kept away your demons as you did his. Protected each other from others yes, but also ourselves. 

(Y/N), love. Are you ok?“ Draco asks softly while kissing your cheek. His vunerable, cobalt irises reflect his perpetual love for you like a mirror.

“I love you. I love you all so much. I’m sorry for being the way I am.” you mutter quietly. Your tears are thick raindrops in a torrential storm; leaking from the blustery heavens which are your tear ducts and soaking the parched Earth that is your pillow. 

“We love you FOR being you. Never think otherwise. We’ll always be here for you.” Draco states candidly.

“I know.” you mumble. 

“Do you want anything? I could make you some warm milk with cinnamon if you’d like?” Draco asks, lifting up the covers.

“I want milk!” Scorpius suddenly wide-awake. Turning around with a hopeful smile and gleaming eyes like sun rays illuminating diamonds. Love filled laughs erupt from both you and Draco.

“That would be nice.” you say tiredly. Tickling Scorpius’ stomach evily. The sweet sounds of his giggles resonate around the room.

“Ok then love. Rest, you’ve had a long day. Come on then Scorp.” Draco says cordially. Sauntering around the perimeter of the large bed and scooping up Scopius’ awaiting body; arms outstretched and giggling like children shown a surreal magic trick. 

Giving you a quick peck on the lips, Draco takes Scorpius to the kitchen where you hear frustrated sounds and loud whines emitting from. With a chuckle and a  knowing shake of your head, you carefully crawl out of the luxurious warmth of the bed and down the icy, marble stairs.

Shoulder resting on the jutted door frame, you silently observe the events. Draco furiously stirring the curdling milk while Scorpius obviously took it upon himself to latch onto his leg. Shaking with laughter at the sight you awkwardly stumble, due to the bump, towards the counter. 

“Need any help?” you ask cheekily, watching as they both whirl around and stare at you.

“What’re you doing down here, love? And not at all. Everything’s under control.”

“I can see.” you chuckle softly. 

“Come here Scorp. Let’s go upstairs.” you say. Taking his small hand and leading him up the stairs.

Just as you’re both tucked in Draco comes in with three floating mugs of steaming milk. 

You grab yours gratefully and soake up the new source of heat while helping Scorp drink his. Draco places the empty mugs to the side while you wrap an arm around Scorpius’ body and pull him into your side and snuggle into Draco’s welcoming chest. 

Wriggling into your previous position, you let Draco’s muscular arms encase you. Experiencing the gentle feeling of protection from him. Delicately you run your fingers through Scorpius’ hair as a soothing method.

Draco’s breaths even out and Scorpius begins to drool slightly. Their peaceful, sleeping forms are the bare trees in Winter. Vunerable, stoic and silent like the deathly appearance they take when sleeping. Only the rise and fall of their chests keeping you sane.

Closing your sore eyes, you try and clear your exposed mind. With the presence of the people you love next to you, you fall into a dreamless sleep.

And as the song goes: “I’ve got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch.” 

I wrote this a while ago for someone close to me…It was just floating in my drafts so I decided to post it. 

Originally posted by couplenotes

From a young age Solians are taught the necessary skills of survival by their pack [1] and those whom are allied with the Solian cub’s pack. Solian cubs are left in the care of their packs’ allies for most of the day whilst the adult members of the pack depart to certain areas and proceed to perform complex rituals in order to acquire colored-sheets and rounded metal bits that have monetary value to Solian society [2]. Solian packs also bring their cubs to small areas of wilderness to socialize with other Solians; we believe this is so Solian cubs can start creating pack-allies for the time when they leave their birth pack in search of their own.

Kiva'tarr has added nem’s personal notes of nem’s observations of Solian cub interactions.

It started out innocently with a group of cubs gathering together at the call of one young fem-cub. At first, I simply thought that the fem-cub was establishing her dominance to any new-comers whilst re-affirming her standing with the other cubs who’d been to that particular wilderness patch. This belief was supported when the fem-cub started chirping at the other cubs gathered around her, barking at the few cubs whom seemed to protest her taking charge. The group dispersed swiftly and only the cub whom had protested remained; I believed it to be a form of punishment to shun the cub, and it seemed to work for the shunned cub faced the tall vegetation and covered it’s sight-receptors before calling out what I believed to be a series of pleads for the punishment’s end.

Eventually, the shunned cub gave up on it’s pleads and let out a boisterous bark and proceeded to hunt down the other cubs.

It was- it was horrifying to watch; this was not a display of social dominance but a ritual that Solian cubs partake in which teach them how to hunt. I watched in horror as the shunned cub systematically found all the others; some complied willingly with simply being found or a light tap, but others needed to be chased down- one even required the shunned cub to tackle it and pin it down! And the adult Solians present just watched and laughed.

Truly Solians are a terrifying species.

[1] Note that Solian packs do no require blood-relation to be accepted, nor do they have a universal structure; some packs may have only the cub and a single parent (the carrier parent appears more frequent in these pack structures but it is not uncommon that the propagator be the one taking care of the cub) while others have both parents present, some packs have only a single cub while others can have multiple cubs(Solian cubs are generally born one at a time but there have been known instances of multiple of Solian cubs being born) or litters, some packs consist of only the parents and cubs while others contain the parents’ litter-mates along with their offspring, some packs may consists of duel carriers or propagators raising cubs while others consists of adolescent Solians banding together….truly there are no other pack structures quite so diverse as the Solian’s.

[2] Evidence has shown, by observing Solians trade color-sheets and round-metal at gathering areas of Solians for consumables and other goods, that color-sheets and rounded-metal act much like Credits. As of yet, we haven’t been able to decide if there is an equivalent exchange rate between Credits and what Solians use, this is in part due to the vast variety of Solian color-sheets and rounded-metal.

Kiva'tarr saw children at the park playing a game of tag/hide-and-seek, truly a horrifying hunting ritual of young Solians.

Steve Rogers/Captain America - In Case You Didn't Know

Steve has lost many people in his life, some of whom he never got a chance to goodbye to or tell them that he loved them. He’s determined for that not to happen with Y/N. He doesn’t want Y/N to go through life without knowing the love and affection he holds deep down in his heart for her. 

Based on Brett Young’s In Case You Didn’t Know

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers. Sarah Rogers, Joseph Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peggy Carter, Howling Commandos, Avengers (Briefly mentioned) 

Warning: Oh boy, this is fluffy!

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 for being my beta!

A/N/N: Happy birthday, Steve!!

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Foxy // Sirius Black // requested

Request : could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

To say I was excited to write this would be an understatement!! I live for Harry Potter and young Sirius, old Sirius, just Sirius in general is what I’m here for. JK Rowling did him so wrong like I cry thinking about it. SO MAKING THIS A MINI SERIES IF PEOPLE LIKE IT. (Taking place in 6th year before he runs away)

And the year is 1976… people seem to forget that they attended Hogwarts in the 70s…

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Requests are closed. xx 

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : Like over 5000….. I got carried away… i just love him sm

Originally posted by imaginesforcharacters

Originally posted by pagewoman

Originally posted by perfectlymeganfox

“So how was your summer, Padfoot?” Remus asked his friend as they made their way through the train, searching for an empty compartment.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “it was shit like it usually is. A boy can only hear how much of a failure he is so many times before it gets old. Like I get it, Regulus is a gem. Let’s throw a parade.”

“You’re always welcome at the Potter household, just so you know. My mum continues to gush about you.” James spoke, a small grin playing at his lips.

The three boys continued searching, not noticing that their raven haired friend stopped and was staring into a compartment. James turned around, realizing that it was too quiet and saw Sirius still frozen in that spot.

“Oi! Padfoot!” James called out, walking back to where his best friend stood.

“What’re you doing, mate?” Potter questioned, Sirius turned to him and let a wide smile take over his features.

“I think I found my new conquest this year.”

James furrowed his eyebrows, before turning to look into the compartment, finding a girl with long hair sitting back with parchment and a quill in her hand. Before he could respond, Sirius opened the compartment door and allowed himself in.

“Pardon me, gorgeous, is this seat taken?”

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Archangel - Dick Grayson x Reader

Christmas lights were strung all over the Watchtower. The time had come for the team’s annual holiday party, which every member was encouraged to attend. Some of the League members, including Batman and Doctor Fate (who had come to get a better understanding of the holiday traditions) had decided to come. The Secret Santa exchange was coming to an end (Dick had gotten a pair of spandex shorts from Wally) when an alarm system started sounding. Without hesitation, Dick pulled up security footage on some of the large monitors. Several members were grabbing their weapons when Fate’s echoing laugh rang out.
   “Do not worry,” he said, gesturing to the monitors, “the intruder is just a friend of mine.” Everyone studied the moving figure on the screen. She had a white dress and large wings with a golden circlet resting on her head. Fate flew off to meet her, tailed by Nightwing and Miss Martian. Dick glanced over at M’Gann, who nodded.
   “She is, in fact, an entity much like Fate.” The loud voices could be clearly heard.
   “Nabu,” the intruder exclaimed in an almost unworldly voice.
   “Greetings, Archangel. What brings you to Earth? I thought you had been at war elsewhere.” Dick looked at the awe-inspiring figure. She truly did look like an angel, with gleaming eyes and large wings that could only be somewhat hidden behind her back.
   “I was, but the forces of order were no longer needed. In fact, I have a proposition for you. I am tired. As of right now, the universe has no need for Archangel. But my body, my vessel, she is young. It would be a shame for her to become once again idle. With her experience and background in the mystic arts, I think she would be a good candidate for you. Your current vessel, he is torn between your world and the world of his daughter. Mine has served me loyally for several years and is willing to assist you,” Archangel proposed. Fate sat in contemplative silence.
   “And you are sure that she will don the helmet, Sauriel?” The girl smiled.
   “Certainly.” With a flash of light, Zatara was once again himself. The golden helmet fell to the floor.
   “Dad!” Zatanna shouted, jumping into his arms.
   “Zatanna,” he cried. Dick smiled, looking back at Archangel. She slowly removed the circlet from her head, and with a flash, her gleaming clothing disappeared. A flood of memories overwhelmed Dick as he realized that he recognized the girl before him. So many photographs, jokes, and stolen kisses. Her tears when her family had been lost… then tears of his own when she had disappeared soon after. He watched her glance down at herself, looking at the circle of gold resting in her hands.
“Thank you for everything, Sauriel,” she said quietly. She looked up and met Dick’s gaze. She gasped.
“Grayson! Is that you?” she wondered aloud. He nodded slowly. She rushed toward him, hugged him tightly, and laughed as he picked her up and spun her. When her feet touched the ground, she kissed him softly.
“God, Y/N, I’ve missed you,” he said.
“I’ve missed you too, more than you would believe. I’m sorry that I have to leave you again,” she replied. Dick wore a sad smile.
“It’s alright, Y/N. Now I know that you’re alive which is a plus. Also, you just gave. Zatanna the best gift imaginable. She gets her father back,” he offered. Y/N nodded, softly placing the golden band in Dick’s hands.
   “Take care of the crown for me, alright? Sauriel despises when it gets dirty.” Dick nodded, kissing Y/N one last time before she stooped down, grabbing the helmet from the ground and placing it over her head. Dick looked at the new Doctor Fate, feeling twinges of sadness. Most of the negative feelings, however, faded when he saw Zatanna reunited with her father at last. After all, Y/N had just given a gift that put the cookbook he caught M’gann to shame. There was also no guarantee that Fate wouldn’t let her go at some point… Dick would just have to wait.

(A/N: Merry Christmas guys! Even though, due to time zones, it’s not Christmas anymore for a lot of people… Anyways, I tried to do a holiday themed imagine for you. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, happy holidays!)


Grace Victoria Cox


  • March 10, 1995
  • American actress


  • Melanie [Under the Dome]
  • Charlotte [Twin Peaks]


  • brown hair
  • medium length/ long hair
  • blue eyes
  • 1.75m


  • playable: teenager, young adult