amelia098765
20/ sheher/ f1 girlie/ marvel girlie/ just vibin
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those laps from kimi and pierre need to be studied, holy shit they were insane
Super excited to see more Fourth Wing content on Tumblr. I don't have any specific ideas yet, but maybe some fluff with our hot wingleader Xaden? Or some wholesome training scenes with the dragons?
It needs to be brought here because it's a crime to have practically nothing here!!!
Morning lights
The morning sun wasn't even fully out when Aetos banged on every single door on the first year's floor shouting something about the promised training and how lucky everyone should feel that he's taking his time to put in extra work even if it should be a punishment for performing worse then others squads in the last training session.
You suddenly become hyper-aware of the still-cold morning air seeping through the window, that you left ajar last night. Dawn is still breaking outside. Light shades of pinks and oranges painting the horizon. It's a beautiful sight. One you wouldn't want to miss or at least enjoy one of the mornings when someone isn't forcing you out of bed.
You move to get up slowly but two strong hands instantly tighten over your lower stomach, drawing you back to where you were laying moments ago. "Remind me to spit into Aetos morning coffee", the husky voice fills the space. You let out a breathy chuckle, turning slightly in the embrace of the man who's been sharing your bed for some nights now. "Don't, he might come swinging at me", you mutter, trying not to fully chase his sleep away since his eyes were still closed. He lets out a slightly frustrated huff, "I would love to see him try", and here it is real Xaden Riorson lethal, powerful, ready to fight at any given moment.
It was slightly funny how this big muscular male was squeezed beside you looking like an absolute work of art that didn't belong in the first year's bedroom. Your fingers carefully moved to run through Xaden's dark hair, nails scratching the scalp softly. The most content sigh leaves his lips as his hands grip your hips tightly.
"Wingleader, the cadet is needed on the training grounds", you say in a more serious tone, in a way mocking Aetos. But you also know that time is working against you now. You do need to get out of bed and get ready. The last thing you want to listen to is grumpy males complaining. "This cadet is needed in bed", Xaden mumbled against your skin, bringing you even closer to him, his warmth seeping into your skin and now you understand why you didn't feel the cold breeze from outside. How could you when you have a whole personal heater in your bed? "Is that an order?", you tease, Xaden opens one eye, throwing a glare your way, "Yes. Yes, it is".
Yet it all wasn't that simple. He was still a wingleader. A wingleader who shouldn't even be here in the first place. Because the conclusion that everyone would go straight to would be that you slept your way into safety. And you don't want to be labeled as a whore. This place was a shit show as it is most of the time.
You firmly push at Xaden's arms, the last thought fueling you with enough strength to pull away from him. "No...", he tries to grab onto your hips once more but you're out of his reach now. Could he easily drag you back? Yes. One flicker of his shadows and you would be pinned to the bed. But he's not stupid too. The commotion outside the door is getting louder. Meaning that you're running out of time.
"Now you're being a whiny baby", you tease, pulling Xaden's shirt from your body and reaching for your flying leathers instantly. Better safe than sorry in these kinds of situations. "I'm not a whiny baby", he argues back and you can hear the announcer in his voice that makes you chuckle, "And now his masculinity has been scarred", you place your hand on your chest sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I hate you", he rolls his eyes, before moving to sit up. His muscular chest somehow looking even more unreal in the early morning light. But you shake your head quickly, reaching for your daggers, "Oh same... look at us sharing mutual emotions", you flash him a smile that he doesn't return.
"Be careful", he says, eyes now practically cutting right through you. One of his shadows move to caress the scar that now was forming on your forearm. You brush your fingers over the shadow, "I'm always careful". But you can tell that the worry growing within him is much bigger than most mornings. "This is something Aetos came up with. Most definitely no one in command...", but you cut the distance between you, knee pressing into your mattress as you lean closer to him, "I will be fine, Riorson", you lean in brushing your lips over his. The kiss is gentle and soft. A rare moment because most of the time it's filled with so much speed and desire that you lose yourself in the moment. Not even noticing when it ends. "And I have Liam" you mumble, packing his lips one more time before turning to leave. Xaden growls and you know that it's because you said another male's name right before kissing him. Territorial bastard.
"Any clues about what this is?", you catch up with Liam, who instantly wraps you up in a side hug as you walk alongside the others.
"Not really. Some bullshit", he grumbles still sleepy. "Use your far sight signit", you wrap your hands around his middle. "And look into Aetos insides?", you let out a laugh, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth and shoving Liam slightly. Yet a couple of heads instantly turned your way. Jack one of them. Instantly glaring at you. You return the favor by flipping him off but that only makes his snarl more.
Morag. You call out. Not far away. The voice rings out, soothing you in a way. Do you stink of wingleader once again? You roll your eyes. Mind your business. Morag lets out a dramatic sigh. I have to carry your stinky ass. You flip him off mentally. Out of the two of us, it's you who stinks.
"I'll see you out there", Liam taps your shoulder as he walks towards his dragon. Wrapping your arms around yourself you watch as he jog towards Deigh. You can't imagine your life without him now either. You two had bonded almost immediately. After crossing the parapet you burst into tears. Liam had instantly stood in front of you shielding you from the crowd and equally as much not letting others see your tears. "If it helps, I'm sure a shat myself midway", he had whispered, making you let out a chuckle as you whipped your tears.
But you're brought out of your head as a hand holding a cloth clasps over your mouth and you're brought into a tight chest with a huff. Your hands instantly move to push away from the person holding you down, moving and wiggling in its hold. "Squad whore", the words ring in your ears and you instantly know how this is. Just don't have much time to be mad when a wave of dizziness hit you. That fuck must have dosed the material in something.
I'm almost there. Hold on. Morag's voice fills your head. Your nails dig into his pam as you try to rip it off your face. But then you see the gleam of light. Reflection. Sun. A dagger. Your eyes widen. Jack strikes for a kill just you move you heal up shoving between his legs as hard as you can. The blade zaps the side of your neck, and the warm blood trickles down almost immediately. "I'll end you bitch", Jack barks from behind you. You try to step away but your legs buck as you come in contact with the ground. The roar pierces the field. For a moment you feel relief flowing through you because it has to be Morag but it's the blue wings that make your gut drop. Even the shouting from cadets dies down. Sgaeyl. Why is she here? She shouldn't be here. You try to push your hands against the ground. You need to get out of her way as well, yet your body feels so heavy. She lads with a thud, sending dirt debris flying all over.
Xaden you plea in your head, gods what a way to die by his dragon. Just Sgaeyl steps closer, growling as she glares ahead. You count your last seconds and then her wing moves over you. Drawing away the early sun. You feel the blast of heat and then an agony-filled cry.
Breath Morag orders. What's happening? You ask, feeling your consciousness starting to slip, your hand now clasping the side of your neck. You stink of someone and you're sure Morag is rolling his eyes. Xaden. Sgaeyl felt Xaden on you. Or has he told her something? Does he know? Sgaeyl moves her wing away, and her snout if you can call it that moves closer to you as she inhales your scent. "Thank you", you mutter, "Just tell Xaden a less dramatic story, please", you're not sure but it sounds like she lets out a snort before moving to nudge your hand and then everything goes black.
When you open your eyes once more it takes you a moment to realize what had happened as memories filled your head. Head. Head that was pounding. The tightest on your neck piercing with pain. "Love", a voice rings out and you flinch instantly. Warm fingers run down your arm, that same comforting warmth that you know. You blink your eyes a couple of times. Waiting for your eyes to concentrate. And there he is. His hair was messy from all the pulling he must have done. The shirt slightly wrinkly. "Why are you here?", you ask groggy, hand instantly reaching for your throat at the uncomfortable pulling. "In my room? Or with you?", panic runs through you. You can't be in his room. No. No. No. People will talk. You move to sit up but Xaden's arms instantly hold you down.
"You're not going anywhere. Gave me enough of a fright", he grumbles in frustration, "I didn't ask for it", you argue back. Something in his eyes darken, "And I did? I've never ran faster and you were there behind Sgaeyl wing all bloody", his voice raising with every word he spoke. Your gaze softens. Losing had always been his biggest fear. And it's been a long while since he had something precious to lose. "Sgaeyl saved me all thanks to you I'm sure", you lace your fingers through his. Xaden shakes his head, "That's all her doing. I did get a lecture about not taking proper care of you", you let out a slight chuckle, imagining her lecturing him and him not being able to talk back, "Say thank you to her from me", you mutter.
Xaden runs his fingers through your hair, letting out a sigh, "I...I love you", he whispers, bringing your hand closer to his lips. You smile at him sweetly, brushing your free fingers across his cheek, "And I love you". Xaden leans in, brushing his lips over yours before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, "Though I wish I could bring him back just so I could kill him myself", he grumbles, "Xaden!", you warn him, yet let yourself chuckle.
i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem
Little Hotch // True Night.
Warnings: mention of murder, a misogynistic prat, sexual harassment.
A/n: I do not condone any things said in this part by the oc Chad.
No One's POV:
"The level of overkill suggests an unsubs in a psychotic break, multiple unsubs having psychotic breaks is unlikely" reid said, as him and derek walk over to the crime scene.
"I'd say it ia definitely our guy, same victimology. Hotch, this guy is getting off the charts brutal" morgan says whilst on the phone with Hotch.
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Y/n's POV.
Things have changed a bit since my first case with the BAU for example I've made friends with a couple girls in my year, who are all fifteen or sixteen.
Downfall, two of them have these boyfriends who are the worst kind of people in high school; the preppy jocks. They harass everyone and feel obliged to slap at least one girl's ass per day.
I was with Gia and her boyfriend, Chad when she left for a minute to get us drinks. He had turned to me saying with his hand on my thigh "so, why don't you show me them then, dollface?"
Nothing happened luckily except for him saying how that is how most girls get good grades. Or how me, wearing a dark oversized sweater, checkered skirt and knee high socks means I'm 'asking for it'.
I left not long after and got my mum to drop me off to the office even if I know the only one there is Penelope but decide that it's the place I feel most comfortable with me and mum always arguing.
Walking into Penelope's batcave, I see her looking through one of the computers. When she heard me open the door, she immediately turns around and jumps up from her chair.
"You're here, Hotch said you were at a friend's house today, did you leave early?" Penelope asks. "Yeah, I wanted to leave a bit earlier than expected" I answer.
"Sweet girl, I may not be a profiler but I'm surrounded by them, what happened at her house?" she said. I feel tears prick the corner of my eyes as I try to hold them in.
It doesn't last long when I decide to tell her. As I finish she pulls me into a hug but just then her phone rings and she has to answer. "Hi, sugar" Penelope greets and I know it's Derek.
"No, my machine of miracles is no longer working until further notice as our sweet girl here is having a hard time" she looks to me for a second with pity before halting just as she was going to tell him the truth.
"Bye, chocolate thunder" penny says before hanging up. She turns to me, saying "come on, I'll do us some tea and you can have some shortbread."
As we sit there, she suddenly goes serious and I know what conversation is about to happen. "Y/n, you know we have to tell someone, especially your dad."
"Penelope, can you not mention it to any of them, it's embarrassing" I practically beg. "It's only embarrassing for that jerk" she tries to convince me, "can I at least tell Derek or Hotch?"
"Just Derek, I don't want my dad knowing about it" I finalise. "But sweetie, he'll find out one day" Penelope attempts once more, "and he would want to know you're his daughter."
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In love with this series
Nemesis: Retribution (3)
Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.
Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil
Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)
Warnings: EVENTUAL SMUT. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (18+ ONLY), polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, lots of angst, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language, mentions of trauma, character death, fluff if you squint
A/N: We’re playing fast and loose with canon here people. Also thank you for the interactions. I love reading what you think and it helps me write the next chapters better. Also, I enjoy having someone to freak out with. Highlight of my life I swear to god. Enjoy!
No permission is granted to repost, steal, or translate my work. Not even a credit makes it okay. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.
Series Masterlist | Full Masterlist
1:3 Hard Candy
Natasha stormed off the jet and into the conference room where she knew the rest of the team were waiting for them, fury radiating from her small frame. Catching sight of her target only made her grow angrier. She immediately ran up to Steve and growled up in his face causing him to immediately take a step back. Sam and Bucky were immediately alarmed, standing up to intervene and the latter’s black vibranium arm whirring in preparation but Steve held up a hand to stop them.
“What the hell, Rogers? You send me on a mission with zero intel and this is what I find? Did you know?”
Steve’s eyes narrowed down at her, the thick beard and longer hair adding even more to his already commanding presence. He knew exactly what Natasha was talking about and he did expect her to react this way.
“I wasn’t sure, Nat. And I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up if I was wrong.”
“And if you were right?” she scoffed.
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I can agree to this
Lieutenant Dumb and Captain Dumber is my new name for Severide and Casey.
Writing Websites
1. a website with a list of superpowers and what they are
2. a website that generates random au ideas
3. a website that generates names, basic info and futures in a bunch of languages
4. a website that checks your grammar
5. website that lists types of execution in the states
6. a website with info on death certificates
7. a website with info on the four manners of death
8. a website with info on the black plague
9. website with information on depression
10. a website with info on the four types of suicide
11. website that lists famous quotes
12. website with different kinds of quotes
13. a website with info on food in every country
14. a website with a list of different colors
15. website with a list of medieval jobs
16. website with a list of fabrics
17. website with a list of flowers and pictures
18. website with a list of flowers and no pictures
19. website with a list of poisonous plants
20. website with a list of poisonous and non-poisonous plants
21. website with a list of things not to feed your animals
22. website with a list of poisons that can be used to kill people
23. website with info on the international date line
24. website with a list of food allergies
25. website with a list of climates
26. website with info on allergic reactions
27. website with info on fahrenheit and celsius
28. website with info on color blindness
29. website with a list of medical equipment
30. website with a list of bugs
31. website with an alphabetic list of bugs and their scientific name
32. website with a list of eye colors
33. website (wikipedia sorry) with list of drinks
34. website with a list of religions
35. website with a list of different types of doctors and what they do
36. website (wikipedia again sorry) with a list of hair colors
37. website that generates fantasy names
38. website with a list of body language
39. website with a list of disabilities
40. website with an alphabetic list of disabilities
Masterlist- Lost but Not Forgotten
Featuring: Robert Downey Jr. x Teen!Daughter!Reader and Avengers cast x Teen!Reader later on.
You were adopted on your sixth birthday by your loving parents, Emilia and Jason. You’re finishing up junior year of high school with flying colors, you have a great friend and an even better family. Simple story, right?
Wrong.
You have these dreams, weird dreams with a man that looks eerily like you. You brush it off as nothing, just old memories of your biological family.
Then you’re assigned a research paper on anything that you want. You choose to research a cold case. Physical similarities are there: a malformed ear, birthmarks, and a striking resemblance to an aged-up composite sketch, as well an unclear information about your adoption make you uneasy. Uneasy enough to take action.
After that, your world comes crashing down.
You weren’t adopted. You were kidnapped.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve (??)
Chapter Thirteen (??)
Chapter Fourteen (??)
Chapter Fifteen (??)
Chapter Sixteen (??)
Epilogue (??)
This may change as I am still editing this fic. It was also inspired by @afictionaladventure16‘s fic entitled Safe and Sound.
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It was an experience
Oh you joined tumblr in 2021?
Wish school taught us all this
not to be maya on side but please do not call someone or something “mayan” when talking about our people, culture, etc. “mayan” refers to our language family (a language FAMILY, in which there are plenty of unique languages). we are the maya, not the mayans. i am maya, not mayan. it is the indigenous maya community, not the indigenous mayan community.
This is amazing
Can’t explain how much I love this
the hair tie || jj x reader
summary: one morning on the HMS Pogue you notice something new on JJ’s wrist and ask him why it’s there.
warnings: a few mentions of abuse
requested: noooooo - but they’re open!
One day he started wearing a hair tie on his wrist.
You noticed it when you were on the HMS Pogue one October morning. They all decided to watch the sunrise on the boat. John B liked to start fishing early and loved dragging the rest of the pogues along. Pope would bring some kind of study material to read on the boat ride through the marsh. Kie normally put headphones in her ears wanting to drown out Sarah’s tired groans and JJ’s snores. You had a coffee in one hand and were running your fingers through JJ’s hair with the other. The morning air sent a shiver down your spine and was crisp against your face. Most mornings JJ was ready to fish with John B, but his dad had been in a worse mood lately. Which meant a lot of long nights filled with anxiety or walking to the Chateau at 3am.
You moved your hand to play with the hair at the base of his neck. It never failed to put him to sleep and keep him asleep and it was the least you could do. You always wished you could do more. Always wishing you could take away the pain - emotional and physical.
You sipped some of your coffee and looked down at the boy sleeping on your legs. His head was laying over his arms as he sat on the floor of the boat. You couldn’t remember how he ended up in this position as your brain was fuzzy this early. But it allowed for the perfect position to drink your coffee and make sure he stayed asleep as long as possible.
You noticed a small black hair tie wrapped around his wrist just under his sweatshirt. Sure, his hair was long, but never long enough to keep a hair tie around his wrist. Meanwhile, your hair was the longest it had ever been, just past the shoulders, but you always wanted your hair up for one reason or another.
You gently nudged JJ awake so he could catch the beginning of the sunrise. He came to sit next to you and pulled you into his arms. The sky was every different color orange and pink you could think of. It was a sight that never got old.
“J,” your voice quiet, your fingers traced his new black bracelet, “Since when have you used a hair tie?” a chuckle escaped your lips.
A small smile graced his face and he sighed, his grasp around you pulling you a little closer, “Well, do you remember that night at The Wreck a few weeks ago?” he paused for a second, not really needing a response, moreso sitting in the memory that was insignificant to you, but clearly big to him. “You asked Kie and Sarah if they had something you could tie your hair up with and they didn’t have anything.” The memory came back to you. You remembered fussing about how you hated the feeling of your hair down during meals. “You said it was ‘unsanitary’,” he laughed. God, how you loved that smile. “In that moment I wished I could have helped you or been the one to magically pull a hair tie from my pocket.” his eyebrows scrunched together in sadness. “But I couldn’t do that for you."
"J,” He pulled your legs on top of his, running his hand over your shins. “You don’t-”
“I know I can’t give you as much as a Kook could,“ he paused, his eyes glistened with the tears that were forming, "But I don’t want you to ever stop needing me,” he looked directly into your eyes.
You had never seen him in this way before. All at once you felt like you could see the pain of his life come to the surface and the desperation to make sure you never left was clear. He didn’t have to say anything else. You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.
The hair tie. It was something so insignificant that it didn’t even occur to you how big it was to him. He wanted to make sure the next time you were without, he was able to provide. Never in your life had you met someone like JJ. Never would you want to be without JJ.
"And here I thought it was your way of telling me you were shooting for a man bun.” you smiled against his lips which elicited a laugh from him. He held you tighter and placed a kiss on your forehead.
And in that moment, you realized that even for the simplest things, you would always want and need JJ Maybank.
Touch Starved
JJ Maybank x Reader
Request: @joshy-obx gave me this idea: it’s really simple and short but you can expand on it if you want. the pogues are hanging out all day in the beach, surfing, etc. and jj is being super clingy with the reader (his gf) like he can’t stop touching her and making out with her and it’s all because he had a bad night with his father
Summary: JJ needs a little extra love sometimes
Warnings: fluff
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When JJ and you first started dating, JJ didn’t know how touch starved he was. He loved it when you played with his hair and let him be the little spoon. He loved it when he would lay against your chest and just ramble about his day.
You put down the food basket on the sand. The pogues and you were spending the day at the beach. JJ, Pope, and John B carried down the surfboards from the van, placing them next to all the stuff. Sarah and Kie carried over the drink cooler, full of beer and water.
JJ had been touchy all morning since your friends picked you up. You were trying to lay down the huge blanket on the sand when JJ came up behind you and hugged you. “JJ,” You laughed as he placed kisses down your shoulder as you dropped the blanket to the sand. “JJ can you stop kissing your girlfriend and help me carry down the other things?” John B shouted at the blonde.
JJ whined as he walked off, Sarah came over to help with the blanket. You two laid it out, anchoring it down with the coolers and surfboards. “JJ seems clingy today,” Sarah commented. You sighed, looking at the blonde who was helping John B carry everything down to the sand. “He has been weird today,” You frowned, “You think he would tell me if something was wrong right?” Kie approached, “JJ wouldn’t hide things from you.”
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The sad thing about this all is if you go her Instagram account you'll find the supportive Hollanders there but the toxic ones on toms.
Letter to fellow Hollander’s
Dear Fans, To begin, this not an accusation that this fandom is not supportive, it is just to make an understanding of the situation.
Today’s Tom’s post on Instagram made it clear to his fans that he is in a relationship and that he trusts us to post something as important as that. His trust in us as fandom is scared and should be respected. It may not be an easy concept to accept that he is not single anymore and is taken, but his happiness is worth more than anything. If he felt that it was time to post something about his personal life with the world than it means that he is open with us in a way he was not before. To conclude this message, let us as a fandom respect him and be happy for him that he found someone he feels happy with and support him 100% with any of his decisions. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I love you all, have a wonderful day!
Sincerely, A fellow Hollander.
To anyone who needs this remember you are you no one can ask you to change that
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don't need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. When you are born a lotus flower, be a beautiful lotus flower, don't try to be a magnolia flower. If you crave acceptance and recognition and try to change yourself to fit what other people want you to be, you will suffer all your life. True happiness and true power lie in understanding yourself, accepting yourself, having confidence in yourself.
— Thích Nhất Hạnh
Baby Beta’s Baby Brother Masterlist
The Pack meets their Baby Beta’s Baby Brother…
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Baby boy™ versus rat bastard™
this boy literally pushes himself to his breaking point when doing anything for us. And you people think you can leak his personal information to the public knowing damn well it could be used to hurt him or be used to make bts in general stop trusting us all completley and not do the things they do for us they dont have to go above and beyond for us but they do because they trust us with stuff. So thank you to whoever thought it was smart to do this because now they probably have lost a little more trust for us
SO WTF ARE PEOPLE’S PROBLEM?! I HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN CRYING FOR SINCE I’VE FOUND OUT
I love my husband so damn much and i’m literally heart broken right now. Jungkook gives us so much and just wants us to respect not only him but his privacy and “army” can’t respect it?! I don’t care if we never get another update I just need him to be okay. Not over working himself and staying true to himself. I know people agree with me so please try and do this
Masterlist
** Indicates smut for those of you that really do, or really don’t, want to read it
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Weddings
Cockblock Kings
Hermione Granger
Bed Time
Bad Dreams
Books and Kisses
Fred Weasley
It’s All Fun and Games
Movie Night
Fred Thingy
Soft Boy
George Weasley
A life For a Life
Confessions, Kisses, and a Jumper
Draco Malfoy
Too Forgiving
Is That a Threat or a Promise
Sister’s Secrets - Brother’s Pain
Heartbroken
Kiss Me - Distractions**- Love Me
Waiting For Him
Scorpius Why
World’s Okayest Brother
What A Day
A Pair Of Jeans
Amortentia ~Part 1~ - Amortentia ~Part 2~
What The Heart Wants
Drop the Accent
Surprise
Beauty and the Beast
Piggyback Rides
Cheater, Cheater
Do You Know?
A thing?
It Started Innocent**
Idk what this is
Cuddles
Should Have Been Me
Nightmares and Hot Chocolate
Working Out**
Neville Longbottom
Borrowed Notes
What if I Kissed You?
Getting Caught
Newt Scamander
Soothing
Friends Forever
Credence Barebone
Masterpiece
What if ...
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x potter! reader
Warning: suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, sadness, Draco crying
Summary: She was Harry Potter’s twin sister but she didn’t get as much attention as her brother. Actually she didn’t get any attention. This leads to her thinking “what if”.
Once again Harry Potter had saved the day but of course the assistance of his twin sister went unnoticed , as usual. Harry Potter was the boy who lived and she was just the unexpected child, the invisible child, the troubled yet cowardly niece. No one noticed her, no one every would. And that got (y/n) thinking some not so good thoughts.
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Hello big-hit we have the next show for the boys to go on
Idea: BTS competing on hell’s kitchen but Namjoon isnt allowed to translate anything so it just ends up being Gordan Ramsay angrily screaming in English and Seokjin yelling back equally angry in Korean
This won’t make your blog look ugly. How could you not reblog this? REBLOGGING THIS COULD SAVE A LIFE!!!
Not being on home for JJs birthday instead you are on set with your boyfriend. The reader is born is 20/21 Jensen’s Daughter, Danneel’s step daughter.
Dad’s Worst Nightmare (Part 2)
Summary: The reader is forced to deal with the aftermath of the party at school where things start to escalate…
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Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader
Word Count: 6,200ish
Warnings: language, bullying
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Unexpected Reunion [a Barry Allen/Sebastian Smythe imagine]
Request: u’ve been talking about Seb so here’s a concept: Barry got so bullied during middle school that he moved to Ohio where his mom’s or dad’s family lived, transfered to Dalton &changed his name for a fresh start. In attempt to not be a victim anymore he adopted that persona.. & he liked it?? Being all snarky and all?? u went to McKinley &u r like frienemies. Time skip to today, u move to Central for work &r introduced to Barry Allen. He freaks out when he sees u & u’re like ‘Sebastian u twink wth?’
a/n: this fucked me over man….i need headcanons to read now lol…send me some… /requests closed right now/
Barry thought his high school, Dalton, days were over. Sure, he absolutely loved being a completely different person; he was always more confident and snarky back then. Sebastian knew what he wanted and didn’t put up with anyone’s shit. It felt really good to be able to do that after everything he went through as a kid. But, that was back then. He isn’t Sebastia- okay, maybe he still is. Just deep, deep down. Of course, he isn’t expecting to be him today; when he comes into work, he spits his coffee.
Ducking his head, he tries to avoid the small group of people, trying to rush to his lab. “Sebastian?!” you scream, interrupting Captain Snigh. Barry pauses, eyes wide, foot halfway on the step. “Sebastian Smythe. You twink, what the hell are you doing here?” you fume, placing your hands on your hips, moving your gray blazer.
Puckering his lips, he retraces his steps, landing in front of you. Then it’s like a lightswitch flipping on in his head. “Uh, I work here? Why else? Come on, you’re a smart girl. At least, you were.” he sneers, hazel eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief; like in high school. “So is the whole ensemble here or is it just you? I can never tell; you McKinley’s are kinda like…like annoying gnats. You never leave.” he spits, clutching his Jitter’s coffee to his chest, cardboard pressed to his soft blue sweater.
Inhaling, you step closer to him, hands still on your hips. “Just me, gay chipmunk. I live here now. In fact, I’m starting my job today.” you say proudly, twisting your torso slightly from side to side. “Detective Y/N Y/L/N.”
“A detective?!” he exclaims mockingly, bending his neck. “I always thought you would go on to be a stripper.” he smirks, “You know, you were always so desperate for me, remember?” he purrs into your ear; your jaw tenses. “Practically undressing me with your eyes, even though you knew I was gay?” he chuckles, standing up tall. “I’m not; bi now. Gets more options.”
Your face goes red and you square your shoulders, staring up at him. “You did the same, Sebastian.” you accuse, looking around the room before stepping closer. “Don’t pretend you didn’t get a boner when I sang.” you whisper. Barry coughs, nibbling on his lip as he gazes at the floor. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do, Bas.” you smirk, winking at him.
Barry grins wickedly, tongue swiping over his teeth while his pale green eyes rake down your body. “Always good seeing you, honey… I’ll be seeing you a lot more.” he snickers, watching your hips sway as you strut back to the Captain. Joe cocks an eyebrow, eyes bouncing between the two of you. “What?” Barry asks softly, returning to his usual persona. Well, the one Joe is used to.
“Sebastian? She from your high school? I thought you went to an all boys school.” he scratches his goatee.
Barry scoffs, “No. It’s… a long story.”
Teen Wolf/Shameless MasterList
Stiles Stilinski:
Drive You Home?
Just A Silly Crush
Failed
Nothing
Pleading For Mercy
The Sound Of Your Voice
First Time
I Just Wanted To Help
A Little Stuck
I Had To
It Was You
Oh, Thank God!
You Do Look Hot
Married Couple
Coming Back
All of This, Just for You
Yeah
Kept Hidden
He Won’t Mind
Hangover
Never Ending Memory
All Your Fault
Hesitant
Not At All
Didn’t Mind
Been There For You
Think (with Void Stiles)
Bound To Happen
Nor Will It Ever
Terrible At Keeping Secrets
Assurance
Void Stiles:
My Time
A Craving
Sinister
Kinda Messed Up
Chaotic
Scott McCall:
Watching Over You
Unable To
Take Me Home
Practice Jersey
Reciting The Textbook
I Never Was
Revealing Myself
Fade Away
Nothing Else
With Your Permission
I Always Have
What You’ve Endured
Isaac Lahey:
Wasn’t Sure
Anchor
Long Enough
I Could Never
Two Beta’s And Their Alpha’s
Probably
But You Loved It
All For Me?
It’s Too Late
The Truth
Making Sure
Every Step of the Way
Never Wavering
Deal
It’s A Date
Defensive
Support
Me
We Thought It Was Obvious
Maybe Not
As Long As
Yourself
Okay (fuckboy au)
Wanted To Be Him
Late Night Confessions
No Longer
Want
For Beacon Hills
Derek Hale:
Stumbling Through
You Do Now
A Long Time
Accident In The Kitchen
Breaking The Law
Never Disappointed
To The Loft
Saved Your Butts
Faint
Liam Dunbar:
Now Is Not The Time
Just Fine
Heart of Gold
Helpless
Totally Worth It
A Little
Is This Really The Time?
Deep Gash
Doesn’t Change Anything
But..?
All Along
Good Enough Reason
Hadn’t Known
Dramatic
No Matter What
ones promised
Theo Raeken:
Ended Up Becoming More
Without Hesitation
Stay With Me, Okay?
Mixed Emotions
I’m Pretty Sure
Three In The Morning
Sincerity
I Slipped
Idealistic
Secrecy
Never Stopped
Actors:
Dylan O’Brien:
Lounging
Daniel Sharman:
Better?
Shameless:
Lip Gallagher:
Something Else
Smitten
Always Gonna Be There (platonic)
Unbelievably, Uncontrollably and Undeniably
More Than Enough
A Place
Poor Excuse
Rest Assured
You’re Fucking Oblivious
Ian Gallagher:
Just One Moment (platonic)
Carl Gallagher:
Kissing Training Wheels
My Hero
Thanks To You
In The End
Distaste
2020/07/01
Ok but. Same.
Hey guys, I know that covid has been really setting people back financially and emotionally and I really don’t want to do this but, I really need assistance in paying my last month of rent. I’m moving back home for a little bit until school starts back up again and I don’t have enough to cover my last month of rent at my apartment. Things have been really hard, I’ve been trying to find a job that is either close to where I live or where I could work from home but I haven’t had any luck. I would ask my grandma, but she’s currently living on retirement and isn’t in the position to help me right now. Honestly even if you can’t directly give something right now, just rebloging this would be more than enough. My paypal is https://www.paypal.me/feleciaf57 Thank you so much for being such an amazing and supportive community to me for all of the years I’ve been on here. I hope you all are doing well and staying safe with everything going on.
