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[findmeinasunshower]

𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔: 𝑵𝒆𝒘𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

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summary: Mr. Scamander introduces you to his bowtruckle...and he may or may not be falling for you as he does.

warnings: none :)

“You have a bowtruckle in your pocket.”

Newt halts in his fiddling with the locks on his case and looks up at you through the wispy, caramel hair that’s constantly obscuring his eyes from your view. You’re perched on one of Tina and Queenie’s dining room chairs. Jacob carried it into the living room for you earlier when you all first arrived. Newt had offered you his seat on the well-worn, but plush lounge, but you had refused, stating that you can handle having a conversation without a cushion, thank you very much. 

Your legs are crossed daintily at the ankles, and you lean forward as you consider Newt. Or, more specifically, Pickett, who has clambered up his shoulder to huddle shyly behind his neck. Only the creature’s eyes and the sprig on top of his head can be seen, and you smile sweetly when you make eye contact. Newt blinks at the way your perfectly curled hair flutters around your eyes like curtains in the breeze when you move. He can tell you’re curious, and realizes that you’ve never seen a bowtruckle before. The corner of his mouth turns up fondly at the thought.

“That I do,” he responds, shifting in his crouch as he finishes locking up his case.

“Why?”

Newt finds himself blinking once again at the bluntness of your question, and he tilts his head up to look at you fully. Your gaze meets his inquisitively, and he’s quick to look back down before you can see the blush spreading across his cheeks. He rolls out of his crouch with a small sigh until he’s sitting on the ground with his back against the lounge, legs spread out in front of him. “Well,” he starts, “I keep bowtruckles in my case, but Pickett has what Queenie calls ‘attachment issues.’”

You raise your eyebrows and an amused smile creeps across your face. “Attachment issues,” you repeat, encouraging him to elaborate.

Newt backtracks, eyes flicking to the ceiling as he thinks of a way to explain. He holds his hand up in front of his shoulder, encouraging Pickett to wrap his spindly limbs around his thumb and pull himself up. Once his little friend is standing comfortably on his palm, Newt runs a gentle finger over the sprout at the top of his head. “He doesn’t like his tree,” he clarifies simply.

You chuckle softly and lean forward out of your chair to get a closer look. “But aren’t bowtruckles guardians of their trees?” you ask. A pleased warmth spreads through Link’s chest at your knowledge of one of his creatures. You laugh again when he nods in confirmation. “Why doesn’t he like his tree?”

“He says the other bowtruckles bully him.” Newt shifts to cradle Pickett in both of his hands and sits up, crossing his legs. He regards you with a small smirk, green eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I have a suspicion that he’s actually just sensitive.” He whispers the last part as if it’s a secret, making you giggle and Pickett whirl around to glare adorably at his keeper. 

Newt frowns right back down at him. “What?” he asks incredulously. “You and I both know it’s true.” You’re absolutely delighted when the bowtruckle blows a raspberry, and Newt rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Again, that behavior is so beneath you, Pickett.”

You snicker and slide off of the dining chair and to the floor so you’re sitting next to Newt on one hip, with both of your legs folded on top of each other. The magizoologist flushes bright red from the tips of his ears to his chest when you settle next to him, despite you maintaining a respectable distance between the two of you. He’s glad you’re too occupied with mesmerizing Pickett to notice his current state—The little creature had shied away from you when you first moved closer, but now he’s watching in fascination as you conjure flowers about the size of the pads of Newt’s fingers out of the tip of your wand. Pickett watches them all the way as they shoot up to the ceiling only to gently float back down to the floor. 

“So,” You shoot a baby blue flower across the room, causing Pickett to reel around in search of it, “Does that make you Pickett’s tree?”

Newt whips his head around to look at you with wide, green eyes. “What?” he splutters. You grin at his reaction and unthinkingly magick an array of tiny, yellow flowers to rain around Pickett. The soft petals tickle Newt’s hands when the flowers land in them, and he finds he quite likes the feeling.

“Like I said,” you continue, “bowtruckles live to guard their trees. And if Pickett is always with you…” You fix him with a teasing smile underneath your lashes, “...that makes you his tree.”

Newt gapes at you, jaw moving up and down as he tries in vain to come up with something to respond with. What does one say when a beautiful acquaintance compares you to a tree? He swallows to clear his dry mouth and mumbles: “I suppose it does.”

Your lips spread into a wide smile and you snicker giddily at the baffled expression on the magizoologist’s face. At this point, Pickett has clambered up the lapels of Newt’s white collared shirt so he’s perched on his collarbone. And while you look back at the creature, Newt finds it impossible for him to tear his gaze from you. You twirl your fingers in a “hello” to Pickett, and if his heart wasn’t already melting at that small movement, the way your nose crinkles when you smile warms him completely. Newt’s mouth twitches up once again, and this time a glint of his teeth shines through his smile. 

A breathy laugh escapes from his lips when you raise your wand and resume your flower shower. You look back at him at the sound, smile dropping slightly when you see the way Mr. Scamander is looking at you.

You’ve only known him for a couple of days, but from what you’ve seen, he’s never held a significant amount of eye contact with anyone. He tends to keep his head bowed, raising his eyes only for certain amounts of necessary eye contact. This close, you can see flecks of golden-brown hidden in his forest green eyes, like the first hints of autumn that appear in September. You find yourself searching for every last one of the beautiful imperfections while he maintains stunned eye contact with you. You get to see up close as his eyes soften, beholding you as if for the first time.

Newt’s eyes flick down to your lips briefly before raising back up to yours, and your cheeks flame at the minuscule gesture. You look down at your lap in an attempt to hide your flaming cheeks and notice Newt doing the same out of the corner of your eye. 

“Miss (l/n)?” Newt’s quiet, husky voice penetrates your being, and you stop tapping your knee nervously. You look back up at him through your lashes to let him know you heard him and his eyes falter from his own lap to your eyes and then back again before he smiles bashfully. “Would you like to meet the rest of my creatures?”

A soft, but still shy smile spreads across your face. “I would love to.”

A full-on grin breaks across Newt’s face and he scrambles to his feet, gently guiding Pickett up until he’s perched on his shoulder. Then, he holds out a hand to you, and you smile as you allow him to pull you to your feet. Neither of you are quick to let go of the other’s hand, and you find you quite like the feel of his worked, calloused fingers in yours.

Newt’s the one who lets go first, but it’s only to reach down and flick the locks of his battered case back open. You watch as he pries it open and lets the top end fall to the floor with a thump. He stands back up to his full height and huffs out a breath and you look at him curiously when you feel him look back at you with a subtle smile. “Ready?” he asks.

Your heart flutters, and you feel like the sudden lightness in your chest has the power to lift you off the ground. “Ready.”

~*~

Jacob steps over the Goldstein’s threshold with a relieved groan and holds the door open for Queenie. He scans the living room tiredly, and what he sees has him suddenly much more awake. His jaw drops slightly, but he schools himself enough to say, “Um…Queen?”

“Hm?” Queenie bounces clumsily into the flat after him. She catches Jacob’s shoulder to stop herself from tripping over her own two feet, and her blue eyes widen as she takes in the living room. “Oh, dear.”

“‘Oh dear?’” Jacob parrots, closing the door behind his girlfriend. “What the hell happened in here?” When the two of them and Tina had left two hours before, the Goldstein’s living room was meticulously clean, thanks to the elder of the two sisters. Now, it looks like a meadow exploded. What seems like thousands of flowers lay scattered across the carpet and the furniture, most of them concentrated around Newt’s closed case in the middle of the floor.

Queenie’s careful as she walks further into the room, for some reason doing her best not to step on the tiny blossoms. “We’re lucky Teeny got called in,” she chimes. “I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy to see this.” She snorts softly and then giggles, returning to her examination of the sitting room-turned-field. “I just don’t know why either of ‘em woulda done it.”

Jacob turns around in a slow circle, face still scrunched up comically. “Where the hell are they?”

Queenie squints when she frowns. “I don’t know.” Her eyes flick down to Newt’s case laying inconspicuously in the middle of the carpet. She grins toothily and hums at her epiphany before scurrying over to the case and kneeling in its surrounding flowers. 

“Don’t tell Newt I did this,” she whispers as she points her wand at the case and mutters, “Alohomora.” The locks flip open with a satisfying click, and Jacob walks over to join Queenie in peering down into Newt’s garden shed.

Queenie then proceeds to tip the entire top half of her body over the side of the case so her torso is dangling over the edge and into the other world.

Jacob splutters and grabs hold of the back of her calves just as she starts to slide. “Jesus, Queen, what’re you doin’?” he hisses, keeping his voice down in case Newt is close to the shed.

“Whoops!” is the only explanation she gives. Jacob sighs tiredly.

“There are a lot easier ways to do this, you know. Like climbing down the ladder.”

Queenie ignores him and turns her head to the side, blonde curls swishing into her face as she does. She blows harshly to get them to fall back out of her eyes before stilling once again, blue eyes flicking around the shed as she searches the thoughts of the different creatures in Newt’s tiny world. 

It doesn’t take her long to find the two of you, but one, simple word reigns supreme:

Pretty.

Queenie smiles as the warm feeling you and Newt are taken with fills her up like a balloon. She swings herself back up into the apartment, and Jacob rips his hands off of her legs to avoid being sat on. Yours and Newt’s thoughts die down until all she can feel is Jacob’s confusion and Mrs. Esposito’s frustration because apparently Janey downstairs brought another boy in without permission.

Jacob frowns when he sees the way Queenie is smiling. “What?” he asks. She huffs and shrugs, still smiling, and Jacob raises his eyebrows at her slightly-crazed state. Her bob is now more of a frizzy pom-pom look and she’s practically twitching with excitement as what she just felt whips through her head like a summer storm.

“We best not bother those two for a while,” is her only explanation.

[lostgirlfandom]

Dad's Got Your Back

Pairing: Father!Hannibal x GN!Teen!Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence

Words: 594

Your dad was going to be so mad when you got home.  

The fact that your clothes were torn in places and your face was bruised over your right eye and cheek. A split lip and a small scrap at your hairline had a bead of blood that was dried on your forehead. There were also bruises lining your right jawline and scraps on your elbows from when you fell.  

You hated the kids at school. Especially the ones that didn’t like how quiet you were and barely showed emotion... very much like your father. And so, some of the other students thought that was weird. And some students can be cruel.  

Your father was also more than likely going to retaliate with your help if he asked for it. Just like your father, your anger was quiet and came when they least expected it. Very unpredictable.  

-

Getting off the bus at the drop off corner, you walked down the street to the house with your bag on your shoulder. One of your arms was across your stomach as it twinge with pain every time you moved a certain way.  

Walking the block and a half to the house, you sighed as you realized that your dad was going to be pissed. Your head was down as you took your key out and unlocked the door and walked in.  

You kept your head down as you took your shoes off and put your bag down on the hallway hook for your bag. You started to head towards the stairs but you were cut off by your father in the kitchen entrance way with a towel in his hands, cleaning them.  

You didn’t greet him like you usually do... which made him suspicious.  

“Y/N...” his tone of voice made you freeze with your foot on the first step of the stairs.  

“Hi, dad.” You spoke softly as you took your foot off the step and turned halfway to him. Your head was tilted down.  

You heard his footsteps as he walked to stand next to you. Without saying anything, he took your chin and tilted it back up and towards him. “Never lower your head to anyone.” He told you as he examined your face. You looked into his eyes for a brief moment before looking at his forehead, never fully able to look into his eyes for very long.  

But you did notice his eyes turning hard and cold as he took in the damage.  

You sighed as he chucked your chin. “Bathroom. I’ll have to clean it. And while I’m doing that, you’ll tell me all about what happened.” He told you as he turned your body to head to the dining room, putting his hand on your shoulders to sit you down before going to get the first aid kit.  

Sighing, you stared at the wall.  

-

He came back with the kit and set about cleaning you up. He stayed silent, knowing you will eventually talk about it.  

Which you did.  

And his mask slowly got harder and colder as you explained the other teens at school not liking the fact on how well behaved or stoic you were.

As he finished cleaning you up, he sighed and nodded. “I believe it’s time to stock up again, Y/N.” he smirked and chucked your chin again. “You’ll help me, won’t you.”  

You gave tight grin and nodded.  

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, at your hairline where the injury was. Your eyes closed and you smirked internally.  

Like father, like child.  

[the-bat-writes-imagines]

A Sort of Affection

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Peter Hale x McCall reader

Story Type: Angst, Fluff at the end.

Warnings: Age gap, violence, major character injury, near death experience, Peter is a little ooc, story not totally canon.

Summary: Scott's older sister, who is in her early 20's, is injured during a confrontation with Kali of the Alpha pack. She's human and therefore on the verge of death. Peter, despite his insistance that he is only out for himself, will do anything to help her.

...

You had a feeling you shouldn't have come out here with Peter, but you did it anyway. It was routine. You were trying to find evidence of where Noah and your mother were. Peter was headed to Ms. Blake's apartment to look for clues. You didn't trust him not to immediately act on anything he found without bringing it to the pack first. So you insisted on going with him.

There wasn't much to gather, other than the fact Ms. Blake clearly did not keep any evidence of her druid activities here. Honestly it didn't even seem like she actually even lived here. You should get back to the others and see if they were having better luck.

"Well, I don't think we're going to get much else from this place. Let's go back and meet up with the others?" You look to Peter, honestly expecting an argument. He never wanted to listen to anyone other than himself.

"Agreed."

"Well- wait what?!?" You ask in shock.

"I said, I agree, now let's get out of here." He gestures towards the door. You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to suppress a smirk. "What? I can be agreeable." He replies with mock offense.

"You? Peter Hale? Agreeable?" You shake your head in amusement.

"Yes, I can be very agreeable... as long as the person making the suggestion is not a complete idiot." He shrugs and you snort in amusement.

"So, I guess that means I'm not a complete idiot then?" You ask him as the two of you exit the apartment.

"You? No. Your brother and his friends however..." Peter trails off, feigning shame at the thought. You know him though, and you know there is not an ounce of shame there.

"Stop it." You playfully slap his abdomen with the back of your hand. "They're not idiots, you just think you're smarter than everyone else."

"I don't think that, I know it. Besides you're almost as smart as m-" Peter stops suddenly, just as you exit the building into a nearly empty parking garage. You turn back to him in surprise only to see one of the scariest sights you have ever seen. Peter Hale looking absolutely terrified.

"What is it?" You can hear the shakiness in your own voice.

"Get behind me." Peter steps forward and puts his arm out in front of you. Guiding you to stand behind him. That's when you hear it. The sickening scrape of claws on asphalt. Immediately you feel a shiver down your spine, cold sweat starting to trickle down your back. Kali.

"Well, well, well, look at this. A washed up, former alpha and McCall's pathetic human sister." She says with a sneer. A sadistic grin forming on her face. "Looks like this going to be easy." Peter leans forward into a fighting stance, a growl rumbling in his chest as he transforms. Claws and teeth extending. Kali smiles as she mirrors his stance.

"Y/N, run." Peter growls. You are frozen in fear for a moment before the two of them pounce at one another. As soon as the two collide you finally remember how to work your legs. You sprint as fast as you are able away from the wolves. Your breath immediately starting to become ragged. Damn asthma, never had you been so jealous of Scott no longer having to deal with his.

You make the mistake of looking behind you to see where Peter and Kali were. Only to see Peter on his own, staggering to his feet. Kali was nowhere to be seen.

"NOOO!" Peter roars out as you suddenly feel a hand on your neck. The wind is knocked out of you as you are lifted off your feet. Breath cut off by Kali's hand on your throat. You feel her claws drawing a bit of blood as they press into your skin. You struggle against her grip, but it's useless. She is too strong for you too fight. Peter is running toward the two of you as fast as he can.

"LET HER GO!!" He roars again. Kali cocks her head in intrigue, looking from Peter to you.

"Interesting." She says. Next thing you feel is your body flying through the air as Kali launches you at the wall of the building. You slam into the wall, head cracking against the stone before you crumple onto the ground. Your head is ringing, vision blurred as Peter runs toward you and Kali disappears from your sight.

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay?" Peter is frantic, face twisted with concern as he kneels down in front of you. You try to tell him you are fine, but all that comes out is weak groan. Peter takes in the damage done you. Checking the back of your head with his hand. Finding his fingers coated in blood as he pulls them away. Panic strikes him. He sees your eyes struggling to stay open as you try to focus on him.

"Y/N!" Peter shouts again. He pulls your limp body into his lap. That's when he notices your breathing. The shallow gasps as you struggle to catch your breath. Kali threw you against the wall so hard that you broke several ribs and one of them had punctured your lung. Peter didn't know that, but it was clear that the something was very, very wrong and he was terrified.

"Y/N, I'm going to need you to hold on baby. I'm going to call Derek and Scott. Just stay with me." Peter pulls his phone out and calls Derek.

The next few minutes are the longest of Peter's life as he prays the other two wolves get there in time. Holding you, taking as much of your pain away as he can. He is rethinking the whole night trying to see a way that this could have been prevented. Some way that he could have protected you.

"Y/N!" Scott's voice rang out across from across the lot. Peter sighed in relief as he saw Scott and Derek running toward the two of you.

"What the hell happened!!" Scott yells as they approach.

"Kali." Peter growled out, the name laced with rage. "She attacked us. Now, Derek help her!"

"What do mean 'Derek help her'? She needs to go to the hospital!" Interjects Scott.

"No, look at her Scott." Peter nods toward your limp form in his arms. "She's barely conscious and she can't breath! Scott, she's dying!" Peter's voice strains as he tells him.

"You want me to give her the bite?" Derek asks, standing above the three of you.

"The bite!" Scott is immediately terrified. "That can't be her only option."

"It is, Scott!" Peter insists. "She won't make it to the hospital, at least this will give her a chance." He is pleading now.

"He's right Scott." Derek adds. "Listen to her breathing." Scott looks at you, listening to your breath and hears it. You are fading and if they don't act quick, you will die.

"What if she doesn't want this?" Scott asks. Peter nearly looses it at Scott.

"Do you think she'd rather die!!" He shouts at Scott. "At least this will give her a chance. Please." Scott looks up at Derek.

"Do it." He says to Derek who simply nods in response. Derek kneels down next you and takes your arm. His eyes glow red and his fangs extend before he brings them up to your arm. The bite hurts. You groan in pain at the contact, fire lighting up in your veins. Peter takes your hand again easing your pain. All three of the wolves around you hold their breath as they wait for a sign of life.

A moment later and suddenly your breath evens out. There is a collective sigh of relief from all of them. Peter checks the injury to the back of your head.

"She's healing." He says.

"Thank god." Scott replies. "We should get her home."

"We're near my place, I'll take her back there to rest. You two go back to check on the others." Peter says as he stands up with you in his arms.

"I don't thi-"

"Scott, the others need you and she needs rest. I live right down the road. She can stay on my couch and I'll take care of her." Peter cuts Scott off before he protest, but Scott still looks unsure. Peter, in the most on brand move of the night, rolls his eyes. "And I'll make sure she calls you the second she wakes up, okay?"

"Fine." Scott grumbles.

Peter carried you all the way back to his apartment. You were unconscious for most of it. You stirred just enough to note him tucking you into bed and feel him press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your last thought confusion over this sudden display of care from a man notorious for not caring about anyone other than himself.

...

The next morning you wake, warm and comfortable in a bed you don't recognize. For some reason you feel safe as you take in your surroundings. That's when you spot Peter, asleep in a chair next to the bed. The previous night starts to come back to you. Joking with Peter, then Kali, then pain and blood. Then your little brother was there and Derek. There was an argument. Then... a bite? That's right, Derek gave you the bite. You can't help yourself from pulling up your sleeve and inspecting the place where he bit you. There is obviously no mark, but you had to look anyway. Having a hard time processing that your whole life had changed last night and there wasn't even a scar to show it. You were so engrossed in your arm you don't notice Peter stirring.

"Are you okay?" He practically whispers. Your head jerks up at the sudden sound. You don't know how to answer him.

"Umm... I think so." Is the best you can manage. Peter stands up and steps toward before stopping himself. A look crossed his face, something you weren't familiar on him. Almost nervous?

"Okay, um, I'll go make some coffee." Peter quickly exits the room. You go to follow him, moving carefully expecting some pain or soreness. As you stand though, you realize you're fine. There's no pain, no sign of your injuries from last night. You need to talk to Peter about last night. There was something different about him last night. Peter was always out for himself. He only helped the pack when it meant saving himself. Yet last night he protected you. He put aside his own safety to care for you. He fought for you.

You quickly find Peter in the kitchen. Pausing for a moment to watch him move around the kitchen.

"Um, Peter are you okay?" You ask him as you lean against the doorframe. He pauses with two mugs in hand to look at you. He scoffs.

"Me? What could be wrong with me? I wasn't the one who got my brain scrambled like an egg last night." He shrugs, feigning nonchalance. You can't help but smile at him, seeing right through the deflection.

"You may not have gotten your brains scrambled last night, but you're acting like they're scrambled this morning." There was a bit of laughter to your tone, but neither of you really was in the mood to appreciate the joke.

"Maybe, but I guess I've got a lot to think about this morning." He responds quietly, almost to himself.

"Like what?" You ask. You take a few small steps further into the room, closer to him.

"You." He firmly places the mugs on the counter, seemingly in frustration. You take a few steps closer again until you're standing next to him.

"What about me?" Peter scoffs ever so lightly at your question. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes before he responds.

"Everything." His head hangs forward now. "Did you know when I first met you, when I first got brought back, I hated you. I saw the way you were with Scott and I knew in my very bones that I hated you. You were everything to Scott that I should have been for Derek. You have been there for him, protecting and loving him since the day he was born. Even after he was turned, you still set out to do everything you could to help him. I was jealous of the person that you were capable of being, the one that I could never seem to be." Peter leans on the counter palms pressed down onto it. He looked forward at the wall, refusing to look at you. You want to ask him what changed but decide it would be better to just let him speak. "Eventually though, that jealousy turned into a kind of admiration. I knew you were better than me and I started to realize that was a good thing. A great thing even. Then somewhere along the way that admiration morphed as well. It turned into a sort of..." Peter swallows hard like the word is difficult for him to say. "affection."

"Affection?" You ask quietly. He nods swallowing again.

"Once I recognized it, I couldn't let it go. Now it's practically all I think about." He runs a hand over his face. "All of sudden I can't help myself from wanting to be around you all of the time. Wanting to make sure that you're safe. Hell, last night when you volunteered to come with me I practically sighed with relief, because if you were with me I would know you were safe. I thought I would be able to protect you. I was clearly very wrong, but I thought I could." You step closer to him, placing your hand over his on the counter. He spreads his fingers so that you can intertwine yours with his before he continues. "I...I'm so sorry Y/N. When Kali went for you I thought my heart was going to rip itself out of my chest in fear. I... I should have stopped her, should have been faster." His head hangs low, eyes on the floor.

"But you did protect me, Peter." You say barely more than a whisper. "You did everything you could to keep her away from me. Then you stayed with me. Took away my pain. Made sure that my brother and Derek got to me in time."

"She should have never laid a hand on you." He responds sternly. "You should never have been hurt to begin with. And last night Scott was right. I made the choice for Derek to give the bite. I took that choice away from you, because I was too selfish to risk letting you go."

"You were right to push for the bite!" You respond in disbelief, causing him to turn to you for the first since you entered the kitchen.

"What?"

"Peter, if you hadn't pushed for the bite I would be dead. I'm not, because of you. I'm alive because of you. Maybe, I wouldn't have asked for this outside of a near death experience, but I'm glad that it happened. I know things are going to just get more complicated now, but at least I have some way to fight back. Some way to protect myself! Peter, if anything I'm grateful!" You plead with him, your other hand on his jaw to make him look at you. "You made me stronger and more importantly you kept me alive. Thank you."

"You're sure that you're okay with this?" He asks, making sure to look you in the eye as you respond.

"I'm sure. I want this and..." you trail off, making him nervous.

"What is it?"

"I...I want you." Peter can't help but let himself smile at that for second, but then his mask comes down. That stupid smirk of his comes out.

"Now there's something for the Beacon Hills' Top Ten Worst Ideas list." He says pulling back a bit.

"I mean it Peter. I've developed my own...sort of affection, for you." You say quietly. He looks at you, rolling his eyes, but he can't quite hide the smile that crosses his face. He is practically giddy hearing it, but he is Peter, so he can't let himself admit it.

"I still don't think that's a very good idea." He says it mockingly, but the tone isn't quite right. There is an undertone of sincerity there that you can hear. When you don't respond to him, he continues. "Everyone would hate it, especially your brother. I think the funny one wouldn't shut up about it for at least a year. Derek would brood over it for months. And Lydia - " You cut off his rant taking both of his hands in yours.

"Peter, I. Don't. Care. Scott and Stiles and Derek and whoever else can complain about it all they want. I still want this, with you."

"You really do mean that, don't you?" Peter stares directly into your eyes and you nod. He finds himself nodding with you before he leans down and presses his lips to yours. It's a gentle kiss at first, but you put your arms around his neck to pull him closer and he can't help himself. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss. You don't want him to stop, but all of a sudden he pulls his head away. Arms not leaving your waist. He's looking at the apartment door, then he turns to you.

"I forgot to make you call your brother and now he's here." Just as Peter finishes his sentence a loud knocking proceeds at the door.

"Y/N!!" Calls your brother's voice from the other side of the door.

"Well, this is going to be fun." You say looking at Peter, still smiling to yourself when you make eye contact with him.

[fannyspammy]

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Firsts Series

Butterflies 🍯🫧 [the first time he told you he had feelings for you]

Kiss Me, You Idiot 🍯 [y/n is Adam’s first kiss]

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We’re Okay 🍯 [Adam & y/n disagree for the first time]

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coming soon… 🌶

Minho (TMR) x Reader

Firsts with Minho

Tease 🍯 [the first time Minho admits he’s attracted to y/n]

Third Row Back 🌶

Loki x Reader

coming soon…

[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden

Imagine being Cersei's favorite handmaid.

Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader

(Is it Not SFW, or do you just have a dirty mind?)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

"Y/N, where are you?"

The Queen tone was bordering on annoyance, a dangerous position to be in especially for you.

"Coming Your Grace," You hustled through the bed chamber door toting a heavy pitcher of Arbor Gold. "I've fetched your favorite, Your Grace."

"Hm" Cersei sniffed, leaning back on her chaise and kicking off her silken slippers. She had spent hours tending to the court, hearing complaints and requests in her drunken husband's stead while Jon Arryn kept busy with the small council.

She outstretched her chalice and watched as you filled it to the perfect level, as you had a million times before.

"Leave the pitcher" she grumbled. "Come around here and let me look at you."

You set the pitcher down and moved to kneel before your queen, if she was feeling generous the queen might have thrown a pillow down to rest your knees on, but this was not one of those days. You knew what she was looking for. She wanted to make sure you were clean and well kept.

It was a privilege to be allowed to serve the queen so closely, and you had to maintain a certain standard to earn that privilege.

"Chin up"

You obeyed, skin prickling as the queen looked you over with sharp green eyes. Her face was stony as the great wall in the North, and just as icy. Her eyes tracked from your knees, up your body over your neck and face, sipping slowly as she took all of you in.

"Go drawl my bath, then come back to help me undress." The queen broke her gaze, leaning back on the chaise once more.

You moved as quickly as your feet could take you. Sharply you ordered hot water to be brought by the bucket full before carefully setting out the queen's scented oils and soaps. Everything needed to be perfect. Absolutely nothing could be out of place.

Cersei was still lounging when you came back, watching you carefully as you stood with your eyes down cast, waiting.

"Everything is in order?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"The water is being drawn?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"And the fire has been lit?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Cersei's lips pulled back in satisfied smirk, rising slowly before approaching you. She got so close, your breath caught in your throat. You could smell her perfume, the scent of incense from the sept, and the aroma of wine wafting off of her, intoxicating your senses.

The queen turned her back to you, her golden hair almost tickling your nose.

"Undress me"

Your face flushed involuntarily as you began to carefully unfasted every tie and button of her gown, peeling off each layer with care until the queen was bare and her skin prickled in the night air.

"Your robe, Your Grace" You moved to close the silked garment over her body, but instead Cersei brushed you aside and moved to the large tub of hammered copper which had been filled with water and kept warm by a small fire.

You followed behind her dutifully, taking her hand to assist her in and then standing aside until you were needed.

The Queen groaned lowly as the hot water ebbed the tension from her muscles.

"The brush" She ordered lazily, leaning back as you scooped up an ivory handled brush and sat behind her to carefully brush the queen's golden locks until they shone in the firelight.

"You have such tender hands" The queen sighed, the sensation of her brush stroking her from scalp to tip soothing her into relaxation.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

"How long have you been here now? Not very long"

"A few months, You Grace" you confirmed.

"That's right" she nodded. "How are you finding service in the castle then?"

"Very well, Your Grace" you swallowed, feeling that the question was loaded in some way. "I am very grateful for the privilege."

"I'm sure" the queen agreed. "Come around here, my legs ache."

You set the brush aside and stifled a gasp as Cersei raised a leg from the tub, slick with water and scented oils.

"Rub them for me"

You nodded, holding your breath as the queen draped the leg over your shoulder and allowed you to knead and rub her muscles into submission.

"Do you feel worthy?" Cersei watched you carefully "Of the privilege you've been given?"

You swallowed hard, "Not remotely, Your Grace"

"I disagree" Cersei grabbed her wine glass and took another long drink. "Do you dare to disagree with your queen?"

"N-no, Your Grace, never" You shook your head. "I suppose I have a limited view of the situation. Surely your grace knows better than I."

"Well said" Cersei looked almost impressed, stifling a groan as you found a particularly tight muscle in her calf.

Once she finished her first glass, and then a second, Cersei sighed and pulled herself from the water.

"My robe, Y/n"

"Yes, Your Grace"

You wrapped the robe around your queen carefully, blushing as the thing fabric clung to her wet body.

"Many Targaryen queens had a habit of keeping their handmaids close by." Cersei spoke firmly, in a tone that told you what she was about to say was very important. "You will not be sleeping in the servant's quarters anymore. Instead, I will have a cot brought so you will sleep in here."

Your blush widened across your face and your heart fluttered. "O-Of course, Your Grace. Thank you, I am most grateful."

"I would also have you come with me to The North." Cersei pulled a disgusted face, "The King has decreed we are all to go, to visit the Warden of The North. I will depend upon you to keep the journey bearable."

You were overtaken with emotion, dropping into a low curtsey.

"I am most honored in your trust in me, Your Grace. I will not let you down."

"Good Girl" Cersei grinned with a flash of her cat-like eyes. "Now, turn down my bed, I am tired."

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: crossing the line with your best friend. And instantly teasing him about it

The friendship between you and Derek Hale wasn't instantly for the first six years of knowing Derek he found you annoying. a high school girl and a 20 something year old. Dont have much in common..

Minus the fact that your best friend Scott McCall was a werewolf. and you were constantly being dragged into danger. Derek saved you from a virgin sacrifice. Which you then instantly told him to drop his pants afterwards. which was the first time you made him laugh as he said he would rather boil his manhood off and chop it off and feed it to the birds. which you then asked if it would grow back. cause of super healing. which he then had to tell you they couldn't grow extra limbs

your Senior year you were diagnosed with Cancer.. Derek was Long gone, and you were Sick. Scott offered and you accepted his bite. 50/50 you were other going to turn into a werewolf. and your body would Heal your cancer and you would be stronger, faster, heal faster, be invincible. Or you were going to die. you already had a 50/50 chance of living at least if your body regretted the bite. you wouldn't have to go thru months of cancer treatments.

you were Stunned it worked. honestly you thought your cancer would of muted the bite and you would of died instantly. it took a day to get better and then you were back to yourself. everyone moved on from beacon Hill. and Scott entrusted you, and Malia to watch the town. while He got to run off to LA. and open up a dog shelter and be a massive Jerk.

your Entire pack fell. and crumbled. and when Scott refused to come home. When a GOD appeared and was going to destroy the entire town and then the world. Derek came to the rescue and once God was taken care of. you and Malia both Left Scotts Pack. and you asked to Join Derek's. he said he wasn't an Alpha so you said you be Non Alpha together. and that's when the friendship started.

Years passed and you have Seen Derek shirtless countless of times. he would often do pull-ups shirtless while your trying to watch a movie while eating ice cream. and you often would Lick the spoon clean and have it against the container of ice cream in your hands (single serve ice cream container) and would wait until it was nice and cold before walking over to Derek to place the Cold spoon on his stomach.

Since he moved back and you and he became friends, everything has changed. he stopped seeing you as an annoying little kid. Who when Learned about werewolves asked about the Ogopogo. which is the Canadian version of Nessie. Derek thought it was adorable but he pushed that thought away and called you an idiot. you still stand on the idea it could be Real. you've seen GODS! a mystical Creature isn't extreme.

Now you were he's my Best friend. you spend almost every day together. you worked in your family's flower shop, he has his garage. you bring new flowers to the waiting room weekly. And have had countless dinners in the garage as you watch Derek and Malia working on vehicles.

Last night was no different, Malia was out with her Not boyfriend but sort of boyfriend. Parrish which. you All had an incredible Sense of smell- Malia other didn't care or didn't realize that you all could smell the musk of sex in the office. that they shared. Derek didn't comment on it. but you did. you preferred Parrish over Scott. you arrived at the Garage seeing the doors were all open as you realized why. the Smell was all over. from the waiting room to the garage to probably the office. Derek was hunched over a truck looking into the engine as you said "whoa!" he went back to his work as you walked over, "Can't they just have sex at home like another boring couple?"

Derek chuckled at that as he spoke, "I don't think they care."

"Really? I had No idea."

he sighed as you walked over leaning against the truck looking down at the truck. you were hopeless with vehicles. you knew how to jump a car. you knew how to check the oil. And how to change a tire. but you leave all the other stuff to Derek.

'your going to get your shirt covered in grease."

looking down at your pail pink tank top it was hot today. to hot to be March. you shook your head, 'I dont care. i hate this shirt anyway."

"Really why?"

"it's too low in the back." Derek loved that shirt. he would often find himself staring at your bare back. it was Low. It wasn't your purchase Malia bought it for you. when she was trying to get you laid. she had a few months of determination to get you a Lay or a boyfriend. but you turned down every guy she brought to you. All weren't good enough. Derek figured. He knew you only wore that shirt for two reasons. it was laundry day or if it was too hot.

"I like it." Derek mentioned as you chuckled. "yea, probably just because I fuss with it all day.' he didn't answer as you rubbed your neck. the smell was getting to your nose. it wasn't a horrible smell. but it just made your hair on edge. thinking about the last time you had a "partner" to tango with. your mind went to Derek's muscles as he was working away as you found your mind wondering.

Derek was having the same problem. he was wishing you would turn around so he could see your bare back. and he' was now caged against the truck. he couldn't leave without showing how turned on he was.

you walked away from Derek hoping the distance would give you clarity as you went to sit down on your chair. looking at Derek. you have always called him "A walking greek god status that was made from Marbel and created to torment the human race with his beauty." Derek wasn't Greek, but you couldn't explain how else he looked like he was carved out of marble. perfectly toned body, his abs were amazing, and his hands were strong and large. he was A Pretty boy. with a now more calm nature. No longer the big hot head he was when you were in high school he hasn't threaten to hit you over the head with a newspaper in years. Even his butt was amazing. you weren't much of a butt person. but you had to admit he had a good butt. the more you thought about Derek. and he's form. the more dizzy your mind got. then it hit you.. it was the Full moon tomorrow. you chuckled out realizing Why you were feeling out of shorts. the full moon your body was already tingling and you were already having slight mood swings. but as a women. who has a period.. your use to your body feeling funky and one minute being fine the next you wanting to bash something.

"What?" Derek asked as you looked over at him as he looked at you curiously, "Oh- it's the full moon tomorrow. I- I'm- ugh- the Smell Plus the fact it's a full moon tomorrow. I'm just- understanding why your heart is beating a thousand miles a hour."

"yours is going as just as fast." he stated. as you nodded your head, "yea. "

the conversation soon changed. to home repair. then the topic and thoughts calmed down, until you were having dinner with Derek in the small kitchen. you sat on the counter as you had a popsicle. Chery flavor as Derek spoke, 'can you Not? have that please."

you looked at him stunned as you asked why as he coughed. looking away, "It's already hard enough in here tonight.. don't- add to it."

'I can eat whatever I want. control yourself Sour wolf." you added as you sucked a bit of the top of the treat, looking over and seeing Derek. he was tense as you spoke, "it's cleared out alot in here."

"I'm going out for fresh air."

somehow between him declaring that and you telling him to stay you both ended up stripping naked and doing the "devil tango" in the kitchen. it was quick and afterwards, Derek asked you to go home with him. you agreed breathless and in a high. from what just happened.

now it was morning as you looked over seeing Derek was fast asleep as he's chest was bare as you looked around seeing your bra- what was left of your bra was on the ceiling fan spinning. well, part of it..t he another part was on the dresser. you couldn't whip the smile off your face. you were in Heaven. you have liked Derek for years. and Never thought this would happen.. Seven times..

so you laid there in heaven until you noticed your shorts. were also in need of repair the buttons and zipper were broken. with how fast Derek undressed you last night when you got to his room. you were stunned they weren't ripped in two. the only thing that survived was the Pink tank top that was it, everything else was destroyed.

"morning." hearing his husky voice you turned your body over to face Derek as he had a big smile on his face as you smiled, "hey tiger." he chuckled softly as you spoke, 'you destroyed my bra, ithink you won the battle with it." he chuckled softly as you smiled as you spoke, " So a soild 7 outta ten last night." Derek chuckled as he spoke "oh WHOA! seriously?" he chuckled looking at you as he spoke, 'what could i approve on?"

"i'll tell you again when we do it again." he chuckled as he slipped closer to you as he kissed your mouth as you smiled into the kiss as he reached down to kiss your neck as you moved your neck to give him more access as you smiled. until you both heard Malia's voice in the kitchen "HEY GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!"

you both froze as you whispered, "maybe she will go away."

Derek sighed heavily shaking his head, "doubtful... is this- was this okay? or was this.. a wolf thing?"

"A wolf thing? what the hell does that mean?" he sighed, "i dont- you don't feel.. taken advantage of? right."

you rolled your eyes, "if i did. i wouldn't be having you nibbling my neck." he nodded his head as you rolled your eyes. idiot.." you started to get up as he pinned you to the bed as he kissed your shoulder softly, "come back tonight?"

you breathed deeply as you spoke, "only if you come over for lunch."

he grinned brightly kissing your shoulder again. "I just- want you to know.. I want this. I wanted this for a while. this isn't just some- Fling.. i dont want it to be some Fling between two friends." you smiled as you reached up touching his hair softly, "it's about damn time. but we should go before Malia comes in here.. I need a shirt."

[my-fandom-imagine]

Imagine living next door to Evelyn Mercer and meeting her son Jack for the first time.

[sharkie-fandom-scribbles]

HELLO! This is @theendsongabyssxv! I’ve created this blog as a creative outlet for my writings. I’ll be making drabbles and one shots, imagines, SMAUs and maybe even full length fics! This is open to any fandom I’m involved in, which I’ll list below. Requests are open but I’ll close them when I reach 5. I hope you enjoy!

I’ll write SFW/NSFW content. All characters are 18+.

FANDOMS I WILL CREATE FOR (subject to change and I reserve the right to refuse any prompt or character):

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Attack On Titan

Jujutsu Kaisen

OnePiece (OPLA included)

Fullmetal Alchemist

Dragonball Z

Naruto

Harry Potter

Lord of the Rings

The Hobbit

Haikyûu!!

Outlast

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

My Hero Academia

Clannad

Fallout 4

Skyrim

Morrowind

Dragon Age

Bungo Stray Dogs (S1 only, currently binging)

Black Clover (S1 only, currently binging)

YuYu Hakusho

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

Marvel/MCU

Demon Slayer

Fruits Basket

Yu-Gi-Oh! (S0-S4)

Uncharted

Tokyo Revengers

…

I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS BLOG, I AM VERY EXCITED TO START WORKING!!

-Sharkie (she/her)

[reverie-verse]

Masterlist ✨❤️

Hey guys! Welcome to my Masterlist! I will try to update it as much as possible. I really hope that I did this shit right.

Here you can find all of the characters I write for:

If you don’t see your characters REQUEST them, it’s okay don’t be shy 😁

There is some DNI 18+ content, minors it’s not for you.

_____________________________________

🫶🏽=Fluff

💦=Smut

😩= Angst

🔨 = Revising/Editing ( You will be able to read as I edit them because why not )

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

(Ani is my comfort character so I will write him a lot I hope that’s okay?)

💦3 Weeks Is Too Long

🫶🏽Family Secrets

😩🫶🏽Forbidden Attachments

🫶🏽 Crabbiness Equals Love

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

🔨🫶🏽Falling Into His World: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Four (Divergent)

🫶🏽Love Triangle or Not: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Azriel ( ACOTAR)

🫶🏽Ooops Mating Bond

😩The Mate That Got Away

🫶🏽The Bond of a Century

🫶🏽She’s Definitely a Love Vampire

😩🫶🏽 His World

Eris ( ACOTAR)

🫶🏽💦 My Enemy Didn’t Deserve You

Miguel O’ Hara ( SpiderVerse)

💦Brats Sometimes Need Taming

🫶🏽Baddies and Baggies with Love

[imagine-all-the-fandoms]

I might or might have not started a new fic, after what feels like ages...

Here's a little sneak peak if anyone is interested in this ever getting posted here:

Placing yourself on his lap, you felt him grow harder through his jeans, his eyes completely blown with lust as he looks up at you, leaning back on the sheets.

Kelly’s hands opened the know of your bathrobe, giving him a better view of what’s hidden beneath..

@callsign-dexter It might be your fault you got my mind leading to much dirtier thoughts then expected !

[imagine-all-the-things]

[onlybeeewrites]

OPEN ASKS AND REQUESTS

Hi everyone!

I just want to apologize for my previous absence. There was a lot going on but I am back and would love to be able to write for you lovely people. Currently I am on a bridgerton kick so anything for that would be awesome! Though I am open to write for any other fandom that I am able too <33

So like I said my requests are wide open as are my asks if anyone needs anything! Thank you all so much!

[lostgirlfandom]

Warrior Queen

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: violence, mentions of injuries, afab reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summery: Eddie is starting to realize how perfect Dustin's older sister is perfect for him... maybe even his soulmate.

Getting trapped in the Upside Down was not your idea of a fun Spring Break, but here you were. You jumped after Nancy when she jumped into the lake after Steve. While not the best swimmer, you did your best to follow down until you saw the glowing red beacon at the bottom of the lake. You climbed through and huffed from holding your breath and looked around and spotted Nancy running towards a group of flying things around something on the ground. That something was Steve.

You took off as fast as you could and when getting close you found an oar from a decaying boat and grabbed it.  

“Fuck.” Was hissed behind you as you hurried over to Nancy, closely followed by Eddie and Robin.  

You started to wack at the flying evil bastards that screeched and tried to get at you and the others. Grunting with excursion, you had hit away a few of the bat looking creatures. You caught one out of the corner of your eye speeding at Eddie who was busy with another one. “Oh, no you don’t” You whispered as you rushed over and taking the oar like a sword and bringing it down on the bat to the ground. Stepping on it, you raised the oar and stabbed the bat in the head, crushing it.  

“Holy fuck.” Was huffed out from behind you and you looked behind you to see Eddie standing there looking at you in awe.  

You took a deep breath and looked around to see the others finishing off the last of the bats.  

You glanced back at Eddie who was still staring at you in awe, making your mouth twitch with a small grin.

Turning to walk over to the others who were panting like you and Eddie from beating the shit out of the bats.  

Next thing you know, you were hiding near Skull Rock with the others as you watched more of those bats flew overhead. Huddling close to the rock with the others, you sighed and leaned against the side of it with your legs crossed. Leaning your head back and closing your eyes, wondering how you got into this shit in the first place... oh, that’s right. Dustin’s your younger brother.  

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice came whispered next to you as Nancy wrapped up Steve’s wounds and Robin was rambling about rabies nervously. You turned your head and opened your eyes to look at him and found him admiring your face. “I want to uh- I want to say thank you... you know, for back there.” He pointed back where you came from with his thumb before fidgeting with his hands. You smiled softly, thinking it was cute that he fidgeted like you did.  

“No problem. I wasn’t gonna let those evil bastards get you.” You said softly as you looked down and pulled down your sweater sleeves.  

He gave a small, huffed laugh, “Still... that was badass, the way you brought that thing down like you had a sword, like woosh!” He made a movement with both hands like you did with the oar. “Very Aragorn of you..” he paused and rushed out. “That’s from Lord of the-”

“Rings, yeah I know. Kinda wish I had Anduril right now too.” You gave a giggle as you looked up at him. He looked at you with even more admiration.  

“You’ve read Lord of the Rings?” He asked with surprise.  

You grinned and tilted your head at him. “How do you think Dustin got into it?” You said as you stood up to join the others in talking about a plan.  

Not noticing as he watched you go with a huge smile. “I think I’m in love.” He whispered before walking over to a rock.  

-

A little while later you were walking to Nancy’s house cause apparently, she had guns, with Nancy and Robin taking the lead and you walking with Steve and Eddie. You had zoned out, trying not to step on any of the vines that were spread everywhere when you got clued in on Steve and Eddie talking... well Eddie rambling and Steve listening.  

“That was very Ozzy of you.” Eddie told Steve. “Super badass.”

Steve frowned his eyebrows and glanced at Eddie. “Ozzy?”

Just as Eddie opened his mouth to answer, you broke in. “Ozzy Osbourne...? He bit the head off of a bat during a live gig...?” You asked with a bemused grin on your face.  

Steve still looked confused.  

“He’s the lead singer of Black Sabbath! Steve, you’ve listened to them with me before!” You said through a laugh. Not noticing that Eddie had another awed look on his face as you spoke.  

Steve looked at you through narrowed eyes. “Y/N, I don’t remember all those bands you’ve made me listen to!” He waved his hands up like he was making his point.  

You looked at him with a bitch face. “Oh, come on. Led Zeppelin?” He shook his hand back and forth like ‘so-so’. “Alice Cooper?” He shook his head. “Iron Maiden?” He shook his head again. “Oh, come on!” You through your hands up as you shook your head. “I’ve taught you better than that!” You said through a laugh. Steve had an amused grin on his face while Eddie was looking at you with a dopey look on his face as he grinned. You jokingly acted like you storming ahead while Steve chuckled at you.  

Steve and you had become friends when he protected your brother from the demo-dogs, and while you have nothing in common, you still were one of his best friends alongside Robin.  

While you walked between the girls ahead of you, and the boys behind you, you didn’t hear Steve’s and Eddie’s conversation about Nancy going in after Steve.  

But Steve started to notice Eddie staring at your back. Looking from you and to Eddie and back again, he grinned.  

“She’s single... you should ask her out.” Steve said to him nonchalantly. Eddie blinked and looked over at Steve, with a mild panic attack going on in his head as he stared at Steve wide eyed.  

“What?!” His voice had gone up an octave before he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He tried to act nonchalant back, “I mean, what? No... I mean, no..” He sighed and shook his head before looking at your back. “She is like.... so” he said with a huffing laugh. “So... Out of my league.” He said and then gulped as he stared at you.

Steve looked at him bemusement. “What? No, Y/n is so cool, and she doesn’t care about the social bullshit and just likes what she likes.” He glanced at you before looking at Eddie. “She’d say yes.” He said simply. “I think she likes you. Plus, you guys have a lot in common.” He gave Eddie a grin as Eddie didn’t take his eyes off you.  

Yeah... He was done for.

[myfictionalboyfriendsandme]

Masterlist

Harry Potter

Theodore Nott

Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Such a Gentleman

Star Wars

Cassian Andor

Insomnia

Speechless

The Power of Seduction

People To Avoid

My Hero

Young Guns

Chavez y Chavez

Wuthering Heights

[findmeinasunshower]

𝑩𝑵𝑯𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪:

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 . . . 2.7𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵: "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘯." prohero!bakugo

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘶 𝘏𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪:

𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 . . . 2.2𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧. prohero!shinsou part i

Revelations . . .3.1k, prohero!shinsou part ii

𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚃𝚘 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝

[igotanidea]

A/N

Like I mentioned before, I'm in the process of moving out to the new place so I may or may not be less active with my writing.

However, I want to remind everyone that my inbox and request are open so feel free to submit any idea you got :)