#imabee

[meadowscarlet]

How many books have you read this year

kinda in a slump rn i feel like punching the wall but

[someoneiwasnt]

This book is killing me 😭 I watched the movie a long time ago but don’t remember who it is

This whole time I’ve been trying to figure out who Blue is and I’m so worried it’ll be someone that Simon hates 😭😭

haha oh nooo :3

have fun finding out again!! :p

and i'd love to hear your reaction when you do :)

[slytherheign]

I LOVE the new theme

omg THANK YOU <333

[rafesslxt]

✧.* 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐍‘ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐭.𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭

જ⁀➴ tik tok trend that drives your bf Theo insane

: ̗̀➛ warnings: none

"Oh cara mia no, the last one wasn‘t funny. Please don‘t torture me again.." he sighs frustrated.

I giggle and and pull him after me towards the table with all the drinks on them, the rest of our friends already standing around it.

"I am not! I just wanna show you a tiktok trend."

He rolls his eyes way too dramatic for my liking but I ignore it and smile when I see everything I need in front of me.

I take a wine glass, his eyebrows raising at the sight and he whines. "Oh noo don‘t ruin the wine I am begging you amore!" He grabs the wine bottle and holds it out of my reach.

"Theo! Give me the bottle, I just wanna show you something!" I argue, trying to reach the wine bottle and sigh dramatic too now. "Pleeeease.“ I look at him with the best puppy eyes I have to offer so he gives in.

"Please don‘t make me questioning your brain again. Please." he almost begs and lets his right hand glide over his face in frustration and fear what I am about to do to his beloved wine.

"You‘re gonna drive him crazy some day." Enzo giggles and watches what I‘m about to do like the rest

I pour some wine into the glass and grab the little shovel for the ice and put some of them into the wine. "No love, no! You don‘t put ice in your wine."

"And theeen you take some sprite.." i start to pour some of it in too now and swirl the glass a little so the two liquids mix.

"Oh tesoro, qual è il punto, è un peccato!" Theo starts throwing hands into the air and curses as If I killed someone he loves.

"Wait that actually looks good, let me try." Mattheo says, taking the glass out of my hand and and taking a sip. "Damn this does taste good!" he laughs after swallowing down.

"Oh stai scherzando!“ Theo groans when he see‘s all of his friends trying it too and actually liking it. "Baby please try it, I promise you it is good." "Oh no principessa not in a million years." he says disgusted.

"Fineee but you are missing out." "Please don‘t do this when you meet my parents for the first time." he begs me in a still frustrated tone. "No don‘t worry Theo. I‘ll drink my espresso together with my pasta like a pro." "WHAT?! Oh caro dio aiutami per favore.."

i would love to do something like that with him omgggg this would be so funnyyy

also i love short little things like that, should i do them more often? 🤞🏻

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[sarahisslytherin]

fools in love || r.b.

summary: your marriage to regulus has been arranged meticulously by walburga in order to secure a pureblood, slytherin wife for her youngest son. you make a lovely couple but you doubt he will ever grow to love you the way you have grown to love him.

contains: some light angst with a fluffy ending.

a/n: i know it's short, just a little something to ease back into the writing mindset.

12 grimmauld place is frozen in time this late at night. the halls are empty, the staircase lit only by bits of moonlight. tomorrow there will be light in these halls. there will be music and laughter. there will be rare displays of affection; the embrace of an estranged brother, the grave look of a mother. you will wear white and regulus will take your hand. but for now, the only light in dark grimmauld place is coming from the small flame on your bedside table.

your marriage to regulus had been arranged meticulously by walburga in order to secure a pureblood, slytherin wife for her youngest son. you made a lovely couple, you must admit, complimenting each other in ways you wouldn’t have expected of such a forced relationship. you’re sure regulus is pleased with you, but you doubt he will ever grow to love you the way you have grown to love him. 

now you sit up in your bed and shiver. half from the cold, half from the nerves. your eyes fix upon a corner of the room as your head runs wild with worry. will this marriage last? is regulus only in it to please his family? how long will he tolerate you before he realizes he wants someone he can actually love? 

you stand and slip on your robe, which billows as you pace barefoot into the hall. your candle lights the way to regulus’ door, the flame doing little to fight the cold. after two hesitant knocks comes a long pause, and you’re already turning to leave when the door finally opens. 

“to what do i owe the visit?” he smirks as he takes you in, examining your disheveled state. he steps aside and you waste no time marching into the dimly lit bedroom.

“we can call off the wedding if you want.” you blurt out. “we can call it all off.”

his brows furrow in confusion. “what? why would i want that?”

“reg, you don’t have to pretend with me.” you plead, taking his cold hands in your own. “what good will we be if we aren’t both in love?”

at this, his hand drops from yours to instead pinch the bridge of his nose. “i knew this would happen.” he sighs as he sits at the edge of the bed. 

“you did?” you ask in disbelief, kneeling in front of him and brushing a stray lock of hair away from his eyes. “i just don’t think we should go through with this. do you?”

“i don’t know.” he sighs, clearly at a loss for words. “i don’t know what i was thinking. i supposed you’d just fall in love over time, or at least grow fond enough of me to make this work. but i see that simply won’t happen and i understand. i’ll go speak with mother first thing in the morning, call the whole thing off.”

you watch as he puts his head in his hands, his breathing growing ragged and heavy.

“reg, i- that’s not what i meant.” you rasp. “i’m certainly in love with you, i only thought you didn’t feel the same.”

regulus gives you an expression somewhere between shock, pain and embarassment. “it seems only i can be madly in love for months and not let the person know till the wedding.” you can’t help but chuckle at that, sitting beside him on the bed as you gently pry his hands from his face and into your lap. “i thought you knew.” he sighs.

“and i thought you knew.” you smile, a bittersweet tear streaming down your cheek.

“what fools we are.” regulus laughs into your neck, his lashes brushing against you. 

“we are all fools in love.” you say before meeting his gaze. “i’m your fool, regulus.”

“and i yours.”

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[morwap]

❆ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒—𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 ❆

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P in v, dom! Billy sub! Reader

Billy’s hands roamed your body as he thrusts into you, the ghostface mask stared down at you. you couldn’t help but just glance at it and then eventually just stare at it back, there was something about it that was so arousing.

Billy’s hand went up to take off the mask, assuming you were creeped out or a little scared by it, you stopped his hand and brought it down to your clit.

“Please don’t take it off, it’s hot” you said softly. His fingers circled your clit and your legs felt like jelly. Billy smiled under the mask. His pace started getting faster and rougher.

You could hear his soft groans being muffled by the mask, you grabbed his bicep and opened your legs wider for him. You clenched around him, making him groan a bit louder. Billy pressed his forehead against yours, the plastic was cold and felt good on your hot skin.

“Does that feel good pretty girl?” he asked, you whimpered under him.

“Mhm! Mhm!” you squeaked out as you arched your back.

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[natti-ice]

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[thebadgerclan]

Clueless

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Requested by @imabee-oralizard

Summary: Benedict is clueless to your affection...

It was painful to watch Benedict be so clueless.  The Bridgertons and L/Ns had been friends for as long as anyone could remember, your homes were across from one another’s, your father was a well-respected Earl.  And in your childhood, you and Benedict were as thick as thieves, spending nearly every day together.  Then Edmund had passed and you drifted apart, though you still made efforts to spend time with him.

Through your debut into society, Benedict had remained your closest friend.  However, as time passed and the two of you matured, Benedict found his feelings for you evolving.  Where he once saw a girl, he now saw a woman; a beautiful, graceful, elegant woman.  Where he once saw someone to play tag with, he now saw a woman he wanted to bring flowers to, a woman he wanted to spend…oh.

Little did he know, you were in a similar situation.  Benedict had once been a gangly stick of a boy, but he had grown into a devastatingly handsome man.  He wasn’t the head of his household, he wasn’t titled, but that had never mattered to you.  Your father had always made it clear that you could marry whoever you wished, that money or status needn’t play into it.  And as time went on, you found yourself no longer thinking about Benedict as a friend, but someone you wanted to be with, someone you were slowly falling in lo–oh.

The three eldest Bridgertons stood along the side of the ballroom, watching the dance floor.  Anthony watched as his wife danced with Lord Kent while Colin chatted with Miss Featherington.  Benedict, meanwhile, was staring at you, his gaze positively lovesick.  You were dancing with the Marquis of Winchester, who had apparently just inherited his title, and Benedict realized he would give almost anything to be in his place.

“Need we call the fire brigade, brother?” came Anthony’s voice, drawing Benedict’s focus from you.  “What?”  “Your gaze will certainly burn holes in the back of Lady Y/N’s head if you stare at her for much longer!”  Colin burst out in laughter, and Benedict rolled his eyes.  “Quite entertaining, brother, truly.”  Benedict felt his face warm, and he sought out a servant rounding with drinks.

Colin politely excused himself from his conversation with Penelope, and Anthony followed suit, wordlessly agreeing to continue their teasing.  “You know, ladies have dance cards for a purpose, brother,” Colin said, and Benedict barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.  “Yes,” he responded.  “They do; to keep track of the gentlemen vying for their hands for a dance.”  “Precisely,” Anthony chimed in, taking a drink from a nearby table.  “So, Benedict, do you think Lady Y/N still has room on her card?”

Benedict nearly spat out his drink.  “What?  I..whyever would you ask such a question?”  Colin disguised his laughter with a cough.  “Because, brother, she has been sneaking glances at you all evening!”  “She has?”  Anthony nodded, nodding gratefully at the gentleman who Kate had been dancing with as he returned her.  “Benedict, with how much you have been looking at her, I am shocked you have not noticed!”

Even now, Benedict was subtly watching you; watching as the Marquis escorted you to the refreshments table, watching as you smiled, as you laughed.  “Benedict!”  “What?”  “Good Lord, you are absolutely besotted!”  Colin clapped him on the shoulder.  “Go ask her to dance, you fool.  Please, if I have to watch you pine for her for another moment, I may be ill.”  Benedict shook his head, but set off across the room anyway.

“Pardon me, Lady Y/N?”  You turned to face Benedict, a warm smile on your face.  “Mister Bridgerton!  How lovely to see you!”  “Lovely to see you as well.  I know it is late in the evening, but do you have room on your dance card for me?”  Butterflies were running rampant in your stomach, and you held up your wrist, displaying the card.  “I happen to have one spot left.  A waltz.”

You left your waltz vacant at every ball you went to, hoping and praying Benedict would ask you to dance.  If others asked, you could play it off as being too intimate for an unwed lady, something no one would question you on.  It was truly a shot in the dark, but tonight, your aim was true.  Benedict smiled, taking the pencil attached to the card and signed his name.  “It would be my honor, Lady Y/N.”  “Please, just Y/N.”

Benedict smiled, and moments later, the musicians played the opening chords of the waltz.  You followed Benedict onto the dance floor, curtseying as he bowed.  The waltz was controversial, some saying it was far too intimate, some calling it outright scandalous.  But that was the farthest thing from your or Benedict’s minds as you began to dance.

His hand was on your waist, the other clasped in yours; your hand on his shoulder.  There was no more than 6 inches of space between your bodies, and you felt as if your heart could bean straight out of your chest.  “So tell me, Y/N,” Benedict said.  “Has the season been treating you well thus far?”  “Oh, I wish I could say it has.  There are plenty of suitors, yes, but…”  “But what, Y/N? We have no secrets, remember?”

It was a stupid pact you’d made years ago: to keep no secrets from Benedict, but it was a pact you’d stuck to….for the most part, that is.  “I have had my heart set on a true love match for so long, and I have yet to feel that with any men who have called upon me.”  “You will find that someday, Y/N, have faith.”  Benedict was trying so desperately not to get his hopes up, but then you spoke again.

“What if I already have?”  It might have been an innocuous thing to say, had you not pressed yourself ever so closer to Benedict, had you not squeezed his hand, and had you not looked so deeply into Benedict’s eyes.  It was so plain: the love you held for him, the desire to be his and for him to be yours, and how long you had wanted it.

“Y/N, are you…”  “I have no callers in the morning,” you said.  “And I hear the weather shall be wonderful for a promenade.”  Benedict’s heart skipped several beats, and when the dance ended, he made a bold move and kissed your hand.  “Well then, I shall call upon you in the morning.  Be warned, though, I have been told I am quite the romantic.”

You couldn’t hold the laugh that left your lips, and Benedict escorted you back to your chaperone.  In the morning, you were indeed greeted by Benedict, a bouquet of 20 red roses in hand.  No one in London was surprised when you were engaged a mere month and a half later, and married four months after that.

[angeliicheartt]

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[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· request ·:*¨༺ 9. "i thought you liked me." w/ remus you're insane for this one

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 remus being very mean 𖦹 why did i do this? idk 𖦹 remus being an asshole 𖦹 guys... seriously. why did i do this? 𖦹 what the fuck 𖦹 idk how to write endings

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 464

You and Remus have a long history. You became friends in first year and then stopped being friends in third year because he was hiding secrets from you. Then, you made up because he apologized and explained what was happening. Granted, you already knew he was a werewolf; you were just waiting for him to tell you. Now, you're in your seventh year, and you've been flirting to the point that James has been sick over it. Multiple times. 

"You look nice," You smile as he walks into the great hall."

"I just woke up, darling. Nothing special," He laughs.

"You still look nice."

He blushes so soft you can't see it.

"Merlin!" You shout, hand on your rapidly beating heart, "Why would you do that?"

Remus chuckles, "Because you're funny when you're scared."

"Oh, you find such amusement in my misery, don't you?"

"You know I love you," He smiles.

Your heart beats faster than before.

"Stop flirting!" Sirius calls; Remus rolls his eyes while heat rises to your face.

"We've got somewhere to be, mate!" James says, and Peter chimes in with a small, squeaky, "Please?"

Remus jogs up to catch his friends, but he turns around and smiles his stupid, breathtaking smile.

You slowly feel him slipping away. He spends less time with you and doesn't sit next to you in the classes he doesn't share with his friends. 

"Remus!" You call out, walking faster to catch up with his long strides. He looks back and, upon seeing who was calling him, turns back around and keeps walking.

He doesn't really talk to you anymore; you give him the benefit of the doubt. It's close to the full moon, but you're working on something for him. Walking up to him, you tap on his shoulder, "Remus, I have a surprise," You're beaming, holding out a vile.

"What's this?" He takes the potion between his fingers, inspecting it in the light.

"Wolfsbane," You smile.

He licks his lips, "Why?"

You sharply inhale, "Cos... you're my friend."

He shrugs, "Thanks." And, with that, he's gone.

You feel frigid. Remus is suddenly gone from your life again—he was the only thing keeping you warm. He's been looking away when you make eye contact, and he hasn't talked to you once.

One day, you corner him, scolding, "Remus, what are you doing?! Why are you ruining us again?" Your face drops, "Why did you leave?"

He swallows, "Sorry."

You stare at him, "Sorry? That's all you have to say? After everything, that's it?"

His mouth opens, only to close again.

"You know..." You sharply inhale, "I thought you liked me. For so long, I thought I had a chance. Thank you for making it clear I don't."

"You're welcome."

He walks away—you never speak again.

sorry🤗

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[sweetercalypso]

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[meadowscarlet]

What if I told you I hate you 😐

good riddance

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[cauliflowertree]

sending this to you during literature :)

draco malfoy—poetry is the food of love

word count: 400+

i went overboard with this one.

draco wasn’t one for paying much attention in class, unless it was potions, and today he found each lesson particularly tedious. by the end of the school day, he was so dull he’d risk detention for just a spot of fun. he had the perfect target in mind, and for once it wasn’t potter.

harry potter had long since been inconsequential to him now that he had found someone else to focus on. however the motive behind his pestering and teasing of this person, was quite the opposite of what it was with potter.

“psst!” draco whispered sharply, trying to grasp your attention.

you were disinclined to play along with his schemes this afternoon, preferring to continue with your assigned work. as much as you hated to admit it, the lesson this week was rather compelling, so draco would have to wait.

“oi, y/n!” he tried again, but to no avail.

this was disturbing indeed. he needed to think bigger. he ripped a page from the book in front of him and scribbled a small note down, before charming it and blowing it in your direction like a kiss.

the small paper bird landed on your desk, waiting patiently to be opened. you were surprised draco hadn’t charmed it to tweet louder at you the more you ignored it. inside was a small note that read: “don’t ignore me, love. i’m bored.”

you rolled your eyes, scribbling a response on the same piece of paper and throwing it back to him in frustration.

‘not my problem.’

draco sniggered, at least he was being occupied.

‘i’m making it your problem.’

‘do go away.’

‘you’re breaking my heart.’

you looked to draco after reading his latest response, catching him clutching his heart and feigning despair.

‘your heart should know better.’

‘the heart asks pleasure first.’

you smirked, and draco knew he had won you over. he watched as you sighed in defeat, stared as your quill glided over the parchment that would soon be in his hands like it was in yours.

‘emily dickinson. i hate you. what do you want?’

he laughed. he turned to you with a smile and then turned to the door, pointing with a smirk.

fuck’s sake, you thought. but nevertheless, your hand shot into the air, an expression of innocence maintained on your face.

“yes?”

“may i go to the toilet, professor?”

“yes, alright. hurry up!”

you gave draco a quick wink before hurrying out the class with your belongings—your professor had seemed rather distracted today, and hadn’t noticed you’d packed up your desk completely. from the corridor, you heard draco ask the same question a few moments later and laughed softly to yourself.

what a prick. a loveable prick.

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[rafesslxt]

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐰 | 𝐭. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭

sfw content | theodore nott | requested

aesthetic: 🍝🍴💋🤌🏼🇮🇹 | masterlist ⎥words: 420

「 ✦ you and theodore are cooking some good old pasta and you decide to mess with him and break his italian heart ✦ 」

warnings: none other than breaking spaghetti in half

note: english is not my first language, Italian words were translated with google translator

I was standing in Theo's kitchen, putting a pot with some hot water on the stove before getting out a pack of spaghetti when suddenly an evil little idea popped into my head.

Last time I ruined his wine with some sprite to tease him. I know that Pasta is his favorite dish in the world. I mean, would it be that bad If I messed with him a little bit? I heard him coming back from another room so I turned around and smiled at him. "You're back with the tomatoes?" "Yes cara mia. I picked them from the garden, my mother has a little vegetable patch out there." his thick Italian accent sounded through the room.

"Here, smell them." He folded them in front of my nose and I indeed smelled it's freshness. He kissed my cheek and walked past me towards the stove and pulled out a little pan.

I turned around so I could watch him, when I saw the spaghetti again and a smirk formed on my lips. "Sooo.. I think the water is ready to put the spaghetti in." I said and grabbed the pack and opened it, getting the noodles out of it.

I put both my hands on the ends of them when I saw him widening his eyes. "Oh no, tesoro, ti prego, non farmi questo di nuovo!" Oh no darling please don't do this to me again!

I smiled at him devilish and broke all of the spaghetti in my hands in half, his face twisting in frustration. "Dio, mi stai facendo impazzire! E' terribile! Non posso mangiare questo!" "God you're driving me insane! This is awful! I can't eat this!"

I laughed when I somehow with my bad Italian skills, understood what he told me. "What do you mean you can't eat them like that? It's the same taste Theo, don't be silly."

"No it's not! I can't eat those half broken things. This is against the pasta law!" I raised my eyebrows at him and giggled. "Pasta - what? Law?"

"Yes! This is unforgivable y/n!" I smirked and put the pasta down before I stepped in front of him and put both of my hands on his chest. " I'm sorry Teddy, how about I show you how sorry I am after dinner, hm?"

He looked down at me with a small grin and raised eyebrows. "Oh you sure as hell will amore. But before that you can eat those things alone. I'm gonna make my own spaghetti!"

I got this request by @samgonecrazy under a post similar to this. I hope u liked it even tho it‘s very short [like theos spaghetti now ha ha].

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xoxo sarah <3

[amorchai]

ᡣ𐭩 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒.

hellooo ! i thought i'd make a quick update where i can say some changes i've made since being back . i hope everyone's well and to anyone currently in the usa, prayers and love from the uk.

— NEW MASTERLISTS .ᐟ

i know i have a lot of people i write for but like my original self, i've added even more so you can find louis tomlinson, glenn rhee, and rosita espinosa all on my character guide and masterlists now.

— ARCHIVED MASTERLISTS .ᐟ

there are a few characters i know i won't write for as i've lost some type of interest. so i've made an archived section on my main masterlist - this doesn't mean they won't be posted as i have old blog writings i'll transfer over here in due course.

these include laurie, maya hawke, and tom hiddleston.

— MY CARRD .ᐟ

not a major update but always remember i update my carrd, click on my name on my navigation to find it :))

— REQUESTS STATUS .ᐟ

my requests for moodboards, headcanons, and blurbs are open always so feel free to send me a SFW request through my inbox or requesting form of any of the characters i write for.

tagging some old moots that i apologise for not interacting with for so long, always love you all and missing you all <33 @dixonsbrat @keshirie @thyme-in-a-bubble @midniteluv @o-rion-sta-r @ghostlyfleur @imabee-oralizard @lazydreamer19 @spiderfunkz @inkluvs @holden-caulfield @lovings4turn @nottsangel @fxllfaiiry @mystcldydrms - sorry if i missed anyone it's not personal