hey lovely people, as some people have already seen my spam of masterlists and polls on other old accounts, i am moving blog again. this is the final one. my heartfelt plans are to work on my nice to me series and build a nsfw side blog ( the main one is SFW don't worry ! )
with my life right now, without going into it, isn't great and i need a fresh start over the summer to build on positivity and i am excited to put my all into this as much as possible.
please please consider following me along on this journey and i love you all sm for the constant support. see you over there!
hey lovely people, as some people have already seen my spam of masterlists and polls on other old accounts, i am moving blog again. this is the final one. my heartfelt plans are to work on my nice to me series and build a nsfw side blog ( the main one is SFW don't worry ! )
with my life right now, without going into it, isn't great and i need a fresh start over the summer to build on positivity and i am excited to put my all into this as much as possible.
please please consider following me along on this journey and i love you all sm for the constant support. see you over there!
so guess what i'm starting a new blog and need advice. there are a few characters i feel no one would read for but it would kill me to take them away.
so please respond below, tick someone you would read for, my main concern is cece parekh, my all time girl.
therefore, if you would pick for say pope heyward and cece parekh, please vote cece as she would be least likely to have votes as i know pope is more popular in fanfics than her.
๊ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ ... send me an ask with a chosen character and one thing from these fluff prompts or these ones!
๊ฉ ๐ฌ๐จ๐น๐ณ ๐ฎ๐น๐ฌ๐ ๐ป๐ฌ๐จ ... send me an ask with a chosen character and one thing from these angst prompts!
๊ฉ ๐ด๐จ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ... let me know about yourself (hobbies, likes etc.) with a chosen fandom and i will ship you with a character from that fandom. (tell me gender preferences)
๊ฉ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ป ๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ช๐ถ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ฌ ... let me know about yourself (hobbies, likes etc.) and i will match you to a book of my choice!
๊ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ฌ๐จ ... a canon divergent! you can ask me questions prompted like what would've happened if X didn't happen...?
๊ฉ ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ป๐ฌ ... meet cute! send me a chosen character and a prompt if you'd like and i'll write how they would meet reader.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.แ
๊ฉ ๐ฉ๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ฌ๐น๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐น ... send me your house + a harry potter character and i will headcanon what they would be like dating someone from your house.
tagging some gorgeous moots ily all ... @amorgasmic @spiderfunkz @lovings4turn @phefics @cherieverse @bruisedboys
chaigradh ยฉ โ all rights reserved. no reposting/translating/copying will be tolerated.
๊ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ ... send me an ask with a chosen character and one thing from these fluff prompts or these ones!
๊ฉ ๐ฌ๐จ๐น๐ณ ๐ฎ๐น๐ฌ๐ ๐ป๐ฌ๐จ ... send me an ask with a chosen character and one thing from these angst prompts!
๊ฉ ๐ด๐จ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ... let me know about yourself (hobbies, likes etc.) with a chosen fandom and i will ship you with a character from that fandom. (tell me gender preferences)
๊ฉ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ป ๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ช๐ถ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ฌ ... let me know about yourself (hobbies, likes etc.) and i will match you to a book of my choice!
๊ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ฌ๐จ ... a canon divergent! you can ask me questions prompted like what would've happened if X didn't happen...?
๊ฉ ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ป๐ฌ ... meet cute! send me a chosen character and a prompt if you'd like and i'll write how they would meet reader.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.แ
๊ฉ ๐ฉ๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ฌ๐น๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐น ... send me your house + a harry potter character and i will headcanon what they would be like dating someone from your house.
tagging some gorgeous moots ily all ... @amorgasmic @spiderfunkz @lovings4turn @phefics @cherieverse @bruisedboys
chaigradh ยฉ โ all rights reserved. no reposting/translating/copying will be tolerated.
๊ฉ ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ ... send me an ask with a chosen character and one thing from these fluff prompts or these ones!
๊ฉ ๐ฌ๐จ๐น๐ณ ๐ฎ๐น๐ฌ๐ ๐ป๐ฌ๐จ ... send me an ask with a chosen character and one thing from these angst prompts!
๊ฉ ๐ด๐จ๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ... let me know about yourself (hobbies, likes etc.) with a chosen fandom and i will ship you with a character from that fandom. (tell me gender preferences)
๊ฉ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ป ๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ช๐ถ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ฌ ... let me know about yourself (hobbies, likes etc.) and i will match you to a book of my choice!
๊ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ฌ๐จ ... a canon divergent! you can ask me questions prompted like what would've happened if X didn't happen...?
๊ฉ ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฌ๐ซ ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ป๐ฌ ... meet cute! send me a chosen character and a prompt if you'd like and i'll write how they would meet reader.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.แ
๊ฉ ๐ฉ๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ฌ๐น๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐น ... send me your house + a harry potter character and i will headcanon what they would be like dating someone from your house.
tagging some gorgeous moots ily all ... @amorgasmic @spiderfunkz @lovings4turn @phefics @cherieverse @bruisedboys
chaigradh ยฉ โ all rights reserved. no reposting/translating/copying will be tolerated.
hi everyone, not only do i apologise for the amount of time i've been inactive but for the again another change onto a new account. this is my last attempt at a tumblr blog and if i don't succeed with continuing this one i might just give up my tumblr blog life. which i don't really want to do.
please consider giving it a follow! it's going to be more new work focused and i'll still post old works (nice to me series is still top of my list, promise!)
tagging my moots i wanna bring my angels over to my new journey while making new friends along the way; @amorgasmic @cherieverse @imabee-oralizard @bruisedboys @phefics @lovings4turn @holden-caulfield + any other moots i'm forgetting i just quickly rhymed through off the top of my head!
hi everyone, not only do i apologise for the amount of time i've been inactive but for the again another change onto a new account. this is my last attempt at a tumblr blog and if i don't succeed with continuing this one i might just give up my tumblr blog life. which i don't really want to do.
please consider giving it a follow! it's going to be more new work focused and i'll still post old works (nice to me series is still top of my list, promise!)
tagging my moots i wanna bring my angels over to my new journey while making new friends along the way; @amorgasmic @cherieverse @imabee-oralizard @bruisedboys @phefics @lovings4turn @holden-caulfield + any other moots i'm forgetting i just quickly rhymed through off the top of my head!
hi everyone, not only do i apologise for the amount of time i've been inactive but for the again another change onto a new account. this is my last attempt at a tumblr blog and if i don't succeed with continuing this one i might just give up my tumblr blog life. which i don't really want to do.
please consider giving it a follow! it's going to be more new work focused and i'll still post old works (nice to me series is still top of my list, promise!)
tagging my moots i wanna bring my angels over to my new journey while making new friends along the way; @amorgasmic @cherieverse @imabee-oralizard @bruisedboys @phefics @lovings4turn @holden-caulfield + any other moots i'm forgetting i just quickly rhymed through off the top of my head!
.แย james potter confesses his feelings to you at a halloween party in hogwarts. [1k]
** additional - reader is dressed as a character who is female and white but itโs the character they went as so the reader isnโt implied female or white.
โi hate halloween,โ you jump at the sudden voice, tearing your gaze away a dressed up sirius ruffling an agitated remus lupinโs hair from across the room. stirring the straw in your glass which creates a clanking of the ice within the cup, barely audible over the music, your head tilts to look at james.
he huffs and leans against the wall youโre currently against, his face holding slight amusement through a small smirk in contrast to what heโs just said alongside his tone. โhow so?โ you play along, sipping your drink and thinking youโre imagining the way james watches your lips for a second before flitting back to your observing eyes.
โitโs an excuse for people to get drunk, uncomfortable costumes,โ james speaks, nudging your shoulder when he slumps further against the wall. โsays mr. popular,โ you tease back, watching as he huffs a laugh through his nose while watching the array of people around the slytherin common-room.
lifting his own cup to his mouth, james chuckles while taking a sip, and youโre too entranced by his features to continue the teasing, watching his jaw and the light blush on his cheeks. once he pulls away, james looks back down to you, wearing a smile to match yours.
he tilts his head, free fingers fidgeting with the orange ascot around his neck in an attempt to loosen the tie. โdonโt like your costume?โ you note with a laugh as he grunts from discomfort, nodding to your answer.
โand the fact that no one knows who we are, thanks to you.โ
โwe know.โ you respond, setting your cup to the floor beside before standing in front of james. he watches your every movement, the purple dress scrunched up your thighs before your hands trail up to push his away from his neck. james sets his own drink to the surface by his side.
he prays you didnโt feel the gulp pass his throat when your fingers unknot the orange ascot, โonly muggles watch scooby-doo,โ james continues, voice wavers with each stroke of your finger grazing his neck. โwell, i thought your hair was perfect for fred, if you were blonde youโd look exactly like him.โ
he chuckles again, his mind wandering to picture the day you forced james into your small dorm room, cuddled into bed with the new show of a talking dog and crime-solving teens forced on the chunky television. james didnโt care for it, but he loved your happy smile and how you felt so natural under his arm.
he hated being just friends, the two friends with the โwill they? wonโt they?โ attitude and are practically a couple without the kissing. james was outgoing, friendly and was known around the school for being the happy-go-lucky quidditch player, but when it came to you, he was a mess.
james could only keep up his confident self for so long, but with your touches and the way you smile at him, his knees grow weak far too fast for his liking.
โwell, daphne, why donโt we leave? go back to my dorm, change into comfortable clothing,โ james enquires, your hands resting against his chest while his fluffy hair flops into his eyes with the tilted chin to look down at you. the glasses adorning his eyes slipping down the bridge of his nose.
it wasnโt like james to want to leave a celebration, so you are a little thrown off. โweโve hardly been here! youโve barely said hello to your friendsโโ james interjects, shaking his head while you raise one hand to push his glasses back up his nose, โjust want to hang out with you, donโt care about anyone else right now.โ
youโre so clearly confused, and james wants to kiss the gaping expression right off you, run his thumb over the middle of your eyebrows, creased with concern and yearn to make you giggle. the sound sweeter than anything heโs ever heard, why sit here and listen to god-awful music when he could hear your laugh for his ears only?
โwhat? no. you normally like things like these. and yet you want to leaveโฆ i donโt get it? i thought sirius was joking when he said it took you a lot of convincing to agree to come but i guess he was right.โ youโre rambling, a sign of the confusion and james arms encircle around your waist while you rant, hips pressing to yours as you keep talking.
โdo you really hate halloween? or is it just the costumes? i thought youโd like the idea, i know no-one else here knows who we are but i thought you wouldnโt mind, you usually donโt,โ james only smiles at your oblivious nature and before he knows it, his mouth speaks before his mind can think.
โmerlin, i really like you.โ
you freeze, flitting eyes now stuck on jamesโ and your voice lodged in your throat as you think about what he just said. james is in a worse state, eyes wide and unable to loosen his hold on your body in fear that the movement will cause you to run away and never talk to him again.
he is unsure what to do, whether to apologise or admit himself or play it off with an โi mean as a friendโ but with the amount of scenarios and sentences running through his head, he doesnโt notice you leaning up.
jamesโ eyes only widen further at the feeling of your lips pressing to his, fingers tightening against the material of your costume. it takes a moment, but finally he allows his own eyes to close as he responds, an array of butterflies along his stomach and goosebumps across his arms when you cup his jaw.
before he can get too carried away, however, james pulls away. a large grin falls upon his lips when he looks at your kiss-struck lips, in disbelief he was the fella who had just kissed you. and one arm leaves your back to run a thumb across your bottom lip, taking in everything that just happened.
โiโll ask again, daphne,โ you giggle, digging into his white shirt covered chest before he continues, "why donโt we leave?โ.
this time youโre less caring, with the tingling sensation upon your lips from jamesโ touch merely a minute ago, you couldnโt wait to kiss him more and more. so you nod, letting your hand slip into his, โlead the way.โ
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.แย you and your boyfriend steve harrington get lost in a corn maze. [0.9k]
your hand rests firmly around steveโs bicep, arms linked as steve guides you through the long-feet corn, heโs adamant he knows where heโs going but you know you got lost long ago. ever since the clipping of nancyโs heeled boots faded into the distance, the rest of the group were elsewhere, you knew.
steve, holding the map and rotating it each and every direction possible to navigate where they were, turns to glance at his side when your hand squeezes the arm you attach yourself to. โweโll get out, honey, your boyfriendโs got this.โ
โsteve,โ you whisper, ignoring his statement and he hums a quick โmhm?โ with his furrowed eyebrows. gaze now focused on his finger which weaves through the photograph of the ariel shot sheet, tongue poking out as he looks up to the maze, his hair flopping in the midst.
โweโve passed this bend about five times now,โ you sound worried and steve stops walking as you both look at the bend to the left which leads to a u-turn, the right leading back in a loop. โnah, that canโt be right,โ steve tries to assure, and youโre not sure if itโs to ease your anxiety or boost steveโs ego.
you let him look over the map again, coddling further into his arm and playing with the hem of his polo-shirt sleeve while steveโs head flicks from the map to the spot around them. โweโre lost,โ you note quietly.
you thought steve was too distracted to hear, but he quickly turns his head to press a kiss to the side of your head, โno. justโฆ lost my bearings slightly, weโll be back on track in no time.โ you donโt believe him, steve only lying to himself.
โthis place is massive, dear god how much corn does a field need,โ steve mutters to himself but immediately regrets it when your anxious grip tightens, front pressing into steveโs side. he curses at himself, weaving his arm through your deathly grip so he can throw his arm over your shoulder and tuck you against him reassuringly.
โweโll be fine, if we donโt get any closer to getting out weโll yell for help,โ steve says as if no big deal but you whimper against his chest, โand let the clown come back and scare us? i donโt think so.โ
your arms wrap around his torso, both of you looking over the map for a moment longer. โsteve,โ your tone low and defeated as you gaze up for him at a moment. his eyes are innocent and childlike, awaiting your response with patience, allowing you to turn back over and pry the map out of his hands.
steve watches as you turn the map upside down, the key left to the side now in english unlike the upside-down gibberish. steve is silent, and you know he is at a loss and overly embarrassed at his mistake.
you turn to look at him, steveโs lips pursed and watching the map with cheeks that redden within each passing second and you giggle before leaning up to kiss his scorching pink cheek fondly. โyou idiotโฆโ you trail off teasingly, steve not saying anything as he only glances at you in a regrettable gaze.
โno wonder we got lost, we were following the wrong turns,โ steve shifts while you look at the map yourself, enveloping you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder as his broad shoulders overtake your back.
you canโt help but laugh when his hair tickles your jaw, steve embarrassingly hiding his face in your neck and one of your hands holds he map while the other reaches up to comfortingly trail through the strands poking your skin.
โi think if we take the right up here again, thereโs a path straight ahead we should take to lead us towards the exit. we mustโve been taking the right which led us back to the same spot,โ steve hums as you figure it out. his feet step to the side of yours when you walk a few metres towards the right path.
โwait, i think the clowns down this wayโฆโ you trail off, stopping in your tracks again as you mentally prepare yourself for the man dressed as a clown ready to scare you both for the sixth time.
steve presses a few kisses to your neck before replying, โiโll knock him out if he comes near you, then,โ his voice vibrates against your skin. however, he stands up straight when you laugh once again, hand slapping over your mouth to try and remain quiet.
โyou took out one russian guard and you think youโre unstoppable,โ you tease him, and steve moves away, not before poking your side. you yelp but link your arm through his once again when you start to walk.
โand if i can take out a russian guard, then i can punch a clown,โ steve tries to puff his chest to seem tough, sadly endearing you. you lean up, pressing a chaste kiss to steveโs lips as you continue, โyou couldnโt even beat jonathan.โ
โthatโ! uhโฆ that was years ago and i deserved that one,โ steve responds defensively, narrowing his eyes as you giggle to yourself, โif i need to punch a clown for you, iโll punch him.โ you shake your head, dismissing his comment and holding your smile when you re-check the map.
โplease donโt punch the actor, stevie,โ he keeps an endearing smile as you take the reins to get you both out the terror-themed corn maze.
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uni has been absolutely wild since returning - third year things - so i haven't had the chance to write, edit or post anything here but i plan on reading through my ntm series for next week as i'm off and can get some of it posted, as well as other works!
POST THE DRACO NTM SERIES ANYTIME CUZ BABY ILL DROP ANYTHING TO READ IT ๐๐๐๐
hehe so i've been so overwhelmed with my third year of uni so far but i intend to get my notes in order then i plan on posting it, i really do want to upkeep with the series i promise!
.แ hwang jun-ho can't help but protect you. [1k]
** additional - female!reader, this is a repost from my old blog.
from the moment jun ho stepped into the guards suit and wore the dark mask, he was only focused on finding his brother with a slight edge of nerves, desperation, and loneliness.
he missed the first game, so he follows the crowd of guards onto the yard where all the players stood in line behind a shape awaiting on the second game closer to the jackpot of money. beneath the mask, jun hoโs eyes gaze over the crowd while tins containing dalgona are handed out to each person adorning a green tracksuit.
he can see the older gentlemen which indirectly helped him get here upon him reporting these very games to jun hoโs station, since he was holding the same card he found in his brotherโs apartment. the gentleman takes a tin from the guard standing beyond the umbrella symbol before the next person joins.
when they turn, his heart stops. itโs you. also from the same station. he remembers walking towards the front of the station office, backpack loosely on his shoulder and tired eyes ready to retreat home. you were crying at the front, begging for the officers to find the person who injured your younger brother.
jun ho had lingered, listening in as you plead, saying thereโs no money available for his surgery and that the attackers should be caught. the officers werenโt as sympathetic as jun ho would had liked and when he approached you were only crying harder than before.
with his arm appropriately around your shoulder he turns you around to guide you out the building and hopefully calm you down. he had assured you on the case, sat by you on the stairs while you tried to stop crying and brushed you off when you thanked him.
he would be lying if he said he didnโt think about you at least once a day since then, an underlying instinctive need to protect you being forced aside as he thought, youโre a stranger, why does he care this much?
but now you were here, rock bottom in the last resort to make money for your brotherโs surgery and jun ho canโt help but keep his disguise up while watching you trail towards the line leading to the umbrella.
he was sure on the game, shapes with a small tin โ he even saw them bulk baking dalgona in the kitchens the previous night so he glances at all four shapes before realising that you were very clearly steering towards the worst shape.
junho glances around, the guards all preoccupied by either handing out the tins in each line or observing the contestants, so with treading footsteps, his grip on his gun tightens as he walks towards the table displaying the tins containing the triangle dalgona and picks one from the edge and slips it effortlessly into his pocket.
it was risky, there were cameras everywhere but while jun hoโs heart pounded to his chest he still found himself walking towards the guard handing out the umbrella dalgona, you were next in line.
twisting his gun, junho knocks himself into the guard right as they extend their hand holding the tin towards your awaiting palm. the guard trips, the tin falling to the floor and junho is quick to bend down, grab the tin and swaps it with the one in his pocket.
the guard is regaining footing by the time junho is handing you the dalgona and you glance between both guards. by the time you take it, his expression remains unreadable beneath the maskโbut his shoulders relax ever so slightly when you walk away, unaware of the fate you just avoided.
while the intercom announces the second game, a guard with his mask adorning a square walks towards the pair. โwhat are you doing?โ they ask but before junho can reply with his excuse the same guard speaks harshly, โyouโre not assigned to distribution, go observe the players. donโt let me catch you make a mistake like that again.โ
junho nods before stepping away, glancing back as the higher-ranking guard says something to the guard he toppled over. he tries to not make it too obvious heโs rooting for your pass, standing a couple of players away and watching as your terror-filled eyes fall in confusion when your expected umbrella shape is in fact, a triangle.
your shaking fingers land on the small needle encased within the tin and you fearfully look up, eyes landing on jun hoโs frame. he wished he could somehow show he wasnโt a threat but you so clearly had no idea the policeman who consoled you that day upon the steps was behind the mask looking back at you.
you take a few moments to start, deep breaths to try and calm your overbearing anxiety before a shaky hand begins to prod the sugar cookie gently and hesitantly. junho pretends to pace around, really circling around your area to keep a firm eye on you.
every-time a gunshot is heard your body jumps like most in the room, but his eyes are steadily following your every move until he is standing directly in front of you. you freeze upon the presence, glancing up briefly before turning back to the dalgona, youโre on the last side.
his heart bleeds at the sight, your tears are falling down your cheeks and junho thinks of how the system failed you into having to turn here to earn money to save your brother. clearly no other options available.
inho. he was here for his brother, not for helping someone win the games. but when he watches your expression change to relief as the final crack indicates your finish and your trembling fingers gently lift the perfect triangle-shaped dalgona and raise it to jun hoโs gaze.
he nods, the intercom announcing, โplayer 222, passed.โ junho watches as you scramble to your feet to rush out the door leading back to the main room, a sense of pride filling his chest from you surpassing another round.
and while he is here for his brother, junho believes he can focus on that while ensuring you stay alive as long as possible.
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canโt tell if this is karma for saying โgun deaths are necessaryโ or if this is karma for saying his ten year old daughter would be forced to go through with childbirth if she was raped
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