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Whoops

Hi life got in the way. My next post will be a lemon so children look away.

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Great News!

I’m going to write Protector on here! Chapter one will be up this Saturday and I’ll make a special tag for it (anyone who knows tumblr mechanics better then me, message me I have questions). It’s definitely rated M for Mature due to violence, swearing, mentions of drug use, and the occasional sexual theme. (Demons are lawless creatures after all, so expect some crazy stuff my friends)

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Please help me

So the only thing I have the motivation to write for is the BFU Demon!Shane thing if I write more of that plotline and (possibly) turn it into a fix would you prefer here, wattpad, or somewhere else?

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Progress

I’m going to work on something for 5SOS tonight and then maybe write a part two for my BFU Demon!Shane thing. :)

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What should I write next?

Leave a request or suggestion!!

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Fic Requests and Ship Requests are OPEN 👏🏼

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Another sample from my book

I really like this little chuck o backstory, once again I’m writing a book with my best friend and here is some of what we wrote together (her words are in bold):

Zoe stood uncomfortably in the corner, arms crossed. “Look, I get it, you’re angry but this is a /really/ bad idea.” She knew exactly how he felt, she wanted to do the exact same thing. So she certainly didn’t blame Hayes for his anger, but the last thing he needs is an assault charge, “Please do not go out there….”

“I’m just gonna /talk/ to him.” Hayes’ voice was hoarse and coated thickly with anger. His eyes scanned the drawers, hands scrambling to find whatever it was he was looking for.

Police sirens blared in the background, cruisers outside the small house across the road. ‘There it is.’ His hands reached inside their father’s work desk, grabbing a pair of brass knuckles, hiding it in his jean pocket in an attempt to keep them out of his twin sister’s gaze.

Before she could say another word, Hayes had hurried out of their dad’s office. She walked over to the window, a very worried look on her face as she began to watch the events unfold.

The cool metal from the brass was a welcome feeling against his already bruising knuckles. Zoe was watching, that much was a given. And maybe, if the circumstances were different, he would've given in to her pleas.

But it was as though a fire had been lit inside of him the moment he caught sight of the red head, and he sure as hell was going to make him burn.

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@staff

@staff are you fucking kidding me right now?! You’re limiting text posts to 100 text blocks (aka paragraphs). What the absolute fuck.

Since you couldn’t take out fanfic writers with the purge so you’re just fucking up formatting for text posts until they leave? Is that your plan?

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Hi I have a request, could you write a buzzfeed unsolved fic (platonic of romantic I don't care) with Ryan finding out shanes actually a demon?

Protector - Demon!Shane - BFU One Shot

Notes: I got a lot of inspiration from a book I wrote for English class in high school of the same title. Should I make this a fic? Let me know because I kinda love it.

Word count:  1,160

Warnings: Swearing

A demon is in no way human, yet they live among us. Some look just like humans, and they use this to their advantage. Whether it is to protect their own or cause chaos. 

Protecting those around him wasn’t something Shane was used to. He had always let people fend for themselves. However, once the idea for Buzzfeed: Unsolved came about he was left with no choice. True Crime wasn’t a worry of his, and quite enjoyed most of the cases they covered. Supernatural, however, is where he had to be careful. He had to keep the lingering negatives away and to make sure the lingering positives keep their mouths shut about who he was.

He made sure to arrive early to this particular shoot. Everyone else, Ryan included, were still sending messages asking where he was. The second Shane had parked his car in front of the location; every sense was heightened. He could hear distant voices of lost spirits, some angered by his presence but most were afraid. He walked out, carefully at first, trying to see if normals were around. Once that was clear to him; his pupils dilated and darkness swallowed his eyes.

The world turned to grayscale, only small slivers of white and red in contrast. The white morphs he paid no mind to, their fear was sign enough they would do what he wanted. The darker colored entities were the reason he arrived earlier than Ryan and the crew. One even attempted communication with him.

“What is your business here, demon?” Its voice was cold and angry. It sounded male, yet that didn’t matter to Shane. All that mattered was getting through to the negatives

He quickly snapped his fingers keeping his arms lowered. The entity froze, unable to move any closer. “Oh come on, enough with the formalities.” He was often annoyed by negative lingerers. They thought they owned everything they touched. If they were this annoying and evil in death, he didn’t even want to think about how they were in life. “You know why I’m here and if I so much as find a single scratch on anyone, especially Ryan-”

“Who are you talking to?” The voice took him by surprise, and he quickly turned around to see Ryan whose eyes quickly widened as though he’d seen death itself, “What the…Shane?”

It took a moment for Shane to notice the world was still in greyscale, and his eyes were still all black. He quickly blinked it away, colors slowly returning to his vision. ‘Lie. Quickly.’ His thoughts began to race as he wracked his brain for an excuse.

Ryan stood there in shock, still and unmoving. His eyes wide in both surprise and slight fear. What the hell had he just witnessed? Was his mind playing tricks on him or were Shane’s eyes really just pitch black? No color, and not even any sclera. It was as if both his eyes were all pupil, he looked like a demon, which was quite the accurate analogy.

Sure fans had made theories, claiming they saw all black in his eyes during certain clips of Unsolved. But never in a million years did he suspect those theories to be confirmed. Yes, he believed in such things, his entire belief system built this career and this show the pair filmed. Ryan didn’t even have the time to ask another question before his taller counterpart began to ramble.

“Before you start saying I told you so or some other bullshit, I can explain.” Shane paused, rubbing the back of his neck and looking behind him where he felt the negative. “Just not here.” He snapped his fingers again, allowing the lingering negative to move again. He kept one palm facing behind him; just in case it tried anything funny.

Ryan could not believe what was happening, he still could hardly move. “No, you explain this right here and now. What the /fuck/ was that?” His tone of voice wasn’t pinpointable, it was a mix of every negative emotion you could think of. He folded his arms as if protecting himself from the man standing before him.

Madej took a deep breath in and let out a long sigh. He really shouldn’t be saying anything, not in front of their next location. Yet again, it could scare off the negatives. They were often the issue, so it could just make his life easier, “There is a lot more truth to what we investigate than you think.”

Ryan rolled his eyes, a tad annoyed at his vagueness. “Jesus Christ, dude, spit it out. I don’t speak riddle.” He kept his arms folded his face contorting into that of confusion and well…more confusion. He was completely lost now and only had more questions.

Shane let out another sigh, letting his eyes go black again. The world once again lost its color and his senses became completely heightened. The voices of Lingerers filling his ears, most of the fearfully asking him to leave. the smell of Ryan’s cologne nearly sending his nostrils into self-defense mode, it was normally unnoticeable but with his senses this way; it smelt like he used the whole bottle. He could feel the movement of worms deep in the soil even with his boots on. The shorter male standing in front of him couldn’t help but let out a gasp of surprise, this was so much all at once. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” His voice lowered a half octave deeper whilst his eyes were this way. That was a common trait among his kind, “But I guess it’s a little too late now.” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little, “The whole reason I joined the show was to protect you and the crew. You wouldn’t survive a night with Lingerers if it wasn’t for me being ya know, like this.” He pointed to his eyes.

“Lin…lingerers?”

Shane shook his head a little, “Souls; they’re trapped here, kind of like what you call ghosts. Some are positive and some are negative.” He paused a moment, biting in the inside of his cheek showing a bit of nervousness. Demons aren’t very good with emotional processing, facing the fact they aren’t supposed to have any… “My kind, demo-”

The thought of hearing demon made Ryan nearly faint, “D-don’t finish that sentence.” He had to sit down, arms still cross as he plopped himself down on the grass, “a-and turn your eyes off. It’s creepy…I…I don’t even know how to process this. I have so many questions.”

Shane did as told, the color of the world once again returning. He was happy that he could no longer hear the souls…but was more grateful he could no longer smell Ryan’s god-awful cologne. He sat down in front of his friend, now taking things easy. They didn’t have much longer until the crew got here and the last thing either of them needed was Ryan scarred forever. “Ask away.” 

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May I? - Teddy Lupin x Reader

Notes: This was originally tilted Cherry Blossoms

Word count:  1,084

The sunshine was so bright it was nearly blinding. Despite her fascination with the sky, Y/N had to close her eyes often as she lay on the grass. Her final year at Hogwarts was nearly over, and she wanted to enjoy whatever she could, even if it was something as simple as cloud watching. Most students were off shopping at the final Hogsmeade trip of the year. Y/N decided to stay behind this time, there was nothing wrong with Hogsmeade and she often looked forward to the trips. But this time all she wanted was to relax and not deal with the gossip that often flies around on these trips. Y/N laid in silence for what felt like hours, not that she was complaining. In fact, she felt so nice that it didn't seem like to bad a place for a nap. Her eyes closed again, but not to block the sun. She slowly drifted off into dreamland, peaceful and smiling a bit.

“Are you going to lay there all afternoon?” A soft voice right by her ear made her jump awake. She rubbed her eyes whilst she stood, seeing a patch of bright blue hair standing in front of her. “Merlin’s beard Teddy you scared me half to death.” Y/N said, a slight tone of defense in her voice. She and Teddy knew each other, she was a prefect and he was heard boy so they often spoke at meetings. Their relationship hadn’t grown past one of mere acquaintances. He was always off with Victorie or the rest of the Potter/Weasley clan to have any friendships outside of that. Y/N was quite sociable and tried to be everyone’s friend no matter their house or blood status. That wasn’t something she cared about, and she wanted that to show. Sure a few Slytherins teased her for it and the feeling wasn’t pleasant but if being kind was wrong than she had no desire to be right. Teddy cocked his heard to the side as if he was analyzing her face, “Well someone is going to have to wake you.” His usually comedic, borderline flirty tone, ringing with each word. Despite not knowing the y/h girl very well, he noticed small things. He was no Ravenclaw, that is for certain, but it doesn't take a genius to notice when someone has a bit of a crush on you, “Why didn't you go to Hogsmede with the rest of us?” He asked curiously.

Y/N shrugged, “I’d rather spend my final weekend doing what I wanted.” She spoke a little blandly, cheeks turning a light pink. Sure, she didn’t know Teddy as Victorie did, but how could someone not like him? He was rather sweet, a common trait among his house, but not in the typical way of his housemates. Most Hufflepuffs just did things to make you feel better, while Teddy seemed to be the type to actually listen to what was wrong and then try to make you feel better. His personality seemed to be much more compassionate and much more understanding. Not to mention how attractive he was, metamorphmagus or not. It didn't matter to her, she thought he didn't need to change a thing. (But this was kept to herself of course.) Teddy chuckled under his breath, detecting her blushing. “And what would that be?” He asked, moving his head back to center, “Sleeping it away?” He ran his hand through his hair, which faded from blue to purple as he did so. Y/N looked down at the ground, unsure of what to say next. He wasn’t wrong, she must have slept over half the afternoon away. She gulped a bit of nervousness that formed in the back of her throat before looking back up at him, “Have you got any better ideas, Lupin?” She asked, trying to grow some confidence. “I’ve got a few…” His voice trailed off as he reached for his wand. Teddy fiddled with it a moment, twisting it around in his fingers. This continued for a quite sometime before he took hold of Y/N’s wrist, revealing her open palm, “Floresco…” He muttered the spell, and a soft rosy light emitted itself from the tip of his wand. Soft petals began to fall, the same shade of pink as Y/N’s cheeks. “What on earth are you doing?” She asked, a slight tone of embarrassment in her voice. His hand was gentle and warm, it felt pleasant on her skin. Her eyes lowered, noticing the flower petals resting on her palms. “Cherry blossoms?” The words came out like a question, she was confused. Why cherry blossoms? Teddy put his wand away and gave her a soft smile. “You look like one when you get embarrassed. I think it’s charming.” His eyes twinkled a little, not with flirtation but with genuine feeling. Sure he and Victorie dated on and off but she never seemed like the right kind of person. Y/N was kind and understanding. She didn’t care about what other people thought, and he admired that.

“Really?” Y/N asked, trying not to blush more than she already had, was he flirting with her? No, this wasn’t his usual teasing, this was actually real. She noticed that he never seemed to act this way around Vic and often caught herself wondering why that was. “How could I not? Who wouldn’t think you’re attractive?” Teddy folded his arms before speaking again. “I don’t just mean how you look either, you don’t care what anyone else has to say and you’re one of the nicest witches here at school. I admire that quite a lot.” Y/N’s eyes widened, was this really happening? “What about -” “Vic? She and I hardly get along anymore. I told her I wanted someone…well…” Now Teddy was the one to become flustered, his voice trailed again, “Someone a bit more like you.” Y/N couldn’t help but smile, he really was the sweetest. “Well, you certainly could have just asked me.” She looked over at the petals still laying in her palm and blew them into his face with a laugh. He laughed with her, swatting the flowers away. As they fell to the grass, he looked at Y/N with such loving eyes it was surprising the two hadn’t noticed the feelings earlier, “May I?” He asked, coming closer to her face as if leaning in for a kiss. Y/N nodded, “Of course.”

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I’m working really hard on this x reader!

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Hoping to get the Teddy Lupin x Reader out tomorrow ♥️

I don’t write on sundays 😌

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Harry Potter Themed Asks

Which Hogwarts house are you? 

Who is your favourite professor at Hogwarts?

Would you have an owl, cat, or toad?

Favourite character and why?

Pro or anti Marauders? 

Avada Kedavra, Crucio, or Imperio?

Favourite book and why?

Who do you think was the best father figure towards Harry?

Favourite movie and why?

Which character do you relate to most, and why?

Who was the most evil character?

Thoughts on Severus Snape?

Who was the bravest character in Harry Potter and why?

Best subject at Hogwarts?

Worst subject at Hogwarts?

Who would be your enemy or enemies at Hogwarts?

Who would be your best friend at Hogwarts?

If available, would you use a love potion on someone?

Favourite Weasley?

Favourite Death Eater?

What would your boggart be?

What is your patronus? 

Fuck, marry, kill *Insert 3 characters*

How do you feel about Cursed Child?

How do you feel about Fantastic Beasts?

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Harry Potter. Teddy Lupin x reader

I love teddy! Any specific requests? :)

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I love hanging out with the missionaries! They’re so fun ❤️

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A sample from my novel:

My friend and I are writing a novel together! Here is a sample of one of my pieces for it!

Warning: Swearing, blood and gore, and the use of guns

“I want to do it myself.” Clayton was desperate, he had been dreaming of this for years. He’d thought of every possible way to kill a man when it came to this moment, yet this would have to do. He couldn't even fathom why on earth this piece of absolute garbage was still breathing. His hands were practically dying to take the gun from Hayes’ hands and shove him out of the way.

A small chuckle came from the corner of the room, “Are you two going to flirt all afternoon?” God just the sound of that voice made his stomach churn. He felt like he was going to vomit. Puffs of cold steam left Clayton’s mouth, and he crossed his arms in an attempt to keep his body busy. There was hardly any food in his system as is, it would be a complete waste if it ended up on the floor.

“Shut. The. Hell. Up.” Hayes’ head snapped in the direction from which the voice came, eyes cold and much darker than normal. Both voice and tone lowering with each word. His fingers tightened around the pistol, knuckles practically paperwhite. He had only been this angry one other time and that didn’t end very well for J.

“You know, it wasn't supposed to be you-”

“Leave him out of this.”

Clayton reached for the pistol, “I can do this myself! I’m not a child.” He spat, “I want to do this myself.” His fingers quickly attempted to pry it out of Hayes’ hand. The weapon felt as though it were butter because it was slipping in and out of each of their hands.