pairing: slytherin!jaemin x afab!ravenclaw!reader
words: 10.3k+
summary: na jaemin has asked you out every year since you came to hogwarts. maybe this is the year you’ll say yes.
genre: fluff, angst, smut
warnings: reader is shy, slight corruption kink, penetrative sex, loss of virginity, voyeurism, fingering, cunnilingus, public sex, squirting, creampies, messy sex
im so dead
𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜
ʚ charles leclerc x female reader
ʚ charles gets the one call he never wanted to get, and despite your worries about his precious pista, he doesn’t care about the car. just you.
ʚ angst, description of injuries (minor), mentions of blood, panic attacks, violence (minor), tears and lots of soft charles
ʚ okay idk why i thought of this idea, but i have and here we are, i know people have been asking for angst, this idk if it qualifies as the angst you’re all looking for but I will work on some other ideas too:)
What do you think about a wolff reader being engaged to Charles. And a "Who did this to you" trope, so.etjing bad happened to the reader, or she was mugged or harrased a hurt. We also get protective Charles, Toto and Lewis
Warnings: 18+ only, violence, blood, reader injuries, medical procedures WC: 5.7k
The line to the ladies room was longer than you expected when you told your step-mother that you would catch up. Susie had given you a quick wave, not wanting to miss out on the qualifying races, and departed without you. While you waited, you had pulled out your phone and busied yourself with a few replies of well-wishes from friends before going on Instagram and liking all the photos of Charles that you had missed earlier.
One particular photo brought a smile to your face as you knew exactly who he was looking at off camera. You were wearing Mercedes merch for quali and planning to wear Ferrari for race day, so his team had avoided taking photos of the two of you until tomorrow. That didn’t mean your own camera roll wasn’t bursting with pictures of the contrasting black and red team colours. You were so consumed in the pictures of your fiancé that you didn’t hear the door open behind you.
hi! can i request a short fic with “you could’ve died, you know?” from the angst prompt list with carlos sainz jr 🥹
pairing: carlos sainz jr. x gf! fem! reader
summary: carlos is reckless on track, burning frustration gets the best of you in the aftermath.
warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, crash, aftermath, mentions of slight muscle injury, mention of not feeling enough (not reader), fighting, mentions of death, mentions of carlos’ crash in sochi 2015.
word count: 805
notes: i don’t think it’s that angsty but it is, and it hurted ( i was really feeling it )
the key to confidence is knowing yourself and what you want. so here are some tips for you to start embracing and knowing yourself ♡
there are a lot of styles you could get inspo from, and feel the best in. I want you to not put yourself in one box of an aesthetic like "I like coquette, so I will forever wear things like it". sure! you can do it if you feel like this is the style that suits you most, but if you feel like expressing yourself more than in one go for it! there is no way you have to pressure yourself to fit in one category just because people or you won’t be "confused". you are you by wearing pink dolly dresses with grey hoodies and cargo pants.
try many different things which you will enjoy. books, movies, knitting, writing, journaling, self care and the list goes on. do not listen to anyone saying that it’s "weird" or "doesn’t suit you". this is what will make you , you! never let go of beautiful things that make you happy. even if you like collecting dolls at the age of 16 (like me) and society tells you it’s child’s hobby, so be it. hobbies do not have an age range bc with the same logic they could say "knitting if for grandmas".
find some promts on pinterest and write , write , write
realize that you are that person who’s funny , charming, smart, INTERESTING. a lot of us are uncomfortable with being alone and have the need to always meet someone. now don’t get me wrong, you have to meet people! do not by any means isolate yourself but forcing yourself to meet just because you don’t like being all alone is wrong. Imagine going on dates where you go to YOUR favorite restaurant, order YOUR favorite food, buy YOURSELF the prettiest flowers. why don’t you like being with yourself if you and your body knows all your favorite things , and offer a lot than anybody could ? my advice for you to is go out on single dates , sit in your home and read a book, or even in silence just with yourself. and you will realize a lot more about yourself. trust me you’re going to love it <3
these are essential things that will help you trust yourself more. I want you to remember that everything in your life is success. even if it’s not "perfect" it’s yours! and that’s what should matter the most. keep growing and teaching yourself.
- ♡
What do you think about a wolff reader being engaged to Charles. And a "Who did this to you" trope, so.etjing bad happened to the reader, or she was mugged or harrased a hurt. We also get protective Charles, Toto and Lewis
Warnings: 18+ only, violence, blood, reader injuries, medical procedures WC: 5.7k
The line to the ladies room was longer than you expected when you told your step-mother that you would catch up. Susie had given you a quick wave, not wanting to miss out on the qualifying races, and departed without you. While you waited, you had pulled out your phone and busied yourself with a few replies of well-wishes from friends before going on Instagram and liking all the photos of Charles that you had missed earlier.
One particular photo brought a smile to your face as you knew exactly who he was looking at off camera. You were wearing Mercedes merch for quali and planning to wear Ferrari for race day, so his team had avoided taking photos of the two of you until tomorrow. That didn’t mean your own camera roll wasn’t bursting with pictures of the contrasting black and red team colours. You were so consumed in the pictures of your fiancé that you didn’t hear the door open behind you.
Notes: 11k words of Charles and y/n pinning for each other…your all (hopefully) going to love it xx
this is my first post in about 6 months and I'm so happy to be back! thank you all for the continuous love and support I fucking love this app. this fic hasn't been proof read but oh well, ignore some spelling mistakes, sorry. anyways... ENJOY!!!
Blurb: One where you have a huge crush on your best friend's brother, the one and only charles leclerc, since you were a teenager, with him continuously telling you he was too old for you and you had no chance. You eventually gave up hope and moved on. But did charles? (Best friends brother troop/ slight enemy’s to lovers troop/ Older boy and younger girl)
Warnings: lots of angst, crying, sad y/n and sad Charles. lots of arguments and slight nsfw? but not really. Small age gap.
11.1k words
“i don’t like writing about my day, but i want to keep a journal”:
pinoy to pinoy (im not tisoy, i’m pinoy omllll) let’s be honest. ron would absolutely LOVE mang inasal wjsbwhsb
i just knew i had to do a headcanon, by “i”, i mean @weasleywh0r3s and i 😎
MANG INASAL SUPREMACY. THE CHICKEN OIL + RICE + GRILLED CHICKEN COMBO IZZA 🤤🤤🤤 AND THE DIRTY ICE CREAAAM YUMM
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Request: Could I please request a blurb where the reader is Sirius’s wife, and she keeps him company while he’s grumpy during OOTP and helps him celebrate Christmas with the Order and the Weasleys? @fand0mfantasies
Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff!!
Words: 1504
A/N: Thanks so much for requesting @fand0mfantasies, I hope this is okay! I hope you guys all enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx
You smiled as the bacon sizzled in the pan as you flipped the rasher over; you were a firm believer that magic and cooking didn’t go well together – unless you were Molly Weasley. So, you much preferred doing it the muggle way. As the bacon was cooking in the pan, you set your sights on making a cup of tea. You hummed a pretty tune beneath your breath as you added two cubes of sugar and a couple of teaspoons of cinnamon.
By the time you had finished making your husband’s tea, the bacon and eggs were done, you smiled to yourself as you loaded everything onto a tray and carried it up the winding staircase. You hated the fact that Sirius was trapped in this dark house all over again – though he had you to keep him company this time – he had spent so many of his teenage years trying to escape. Once he was free, you would find a quiet little village in the countryside where you could both live with Harry, but for now it was only a dream. Though, it was the sweetest dream.
aww 🥺🥺🥺
💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌
KSKSKSKSJ I JUST SAW THIS ONE RN OH MY GOD THANK YOU 🥺🥺💗 i have been off in tumblr for a month or so aaahh this warms up my soul ilyy jenna! thank uu.
Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister
It’s a shame I have to reblog, but please do the same
Sirius Black x fem!reader
WC: 3365
Plot: Y/N and Sirius find comfort in each other through Queen’s Somebody to Love
warnings: some aggressive angst, nightmares, mentions of torture, drinking, kissing.
a/n: y’all this one was so vivid in my head as I wrote it. I’m really happy with it, and I hope you are too! also I think I’m in love with Sirius Black ok thank you bye
Thank you @spiitfiires for editing you gem you
Once again, a long day at work had sucked the energy right out of you.
After practically pouring yourself through the door of your flat, you dumped your keys on the table by the door, releasing a particularly big sigh. You kicked off your heels, which might look professional, but hurt like hell. Shuffling over to the liquor cabinet, you opened the firewhiskey and poured yourself a generous shot and knocked it back like a champ.
Back when you were at Hogwarts, working for the Ministry of Magic had seemed like the dream. Steady job, center of the U.K. wizarding community, being around other witches and wizards all day…what could possibly go wrong? As it turns out, everything.
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so does anyone else ever think about the level of post-war wizarding celebrity the Weasley-Potters would have had? like
this is an entire family of war heroes that also contains the chosen one, two heads of Ministry departments, the Minister for Magic herself, a professional Quidditch player and later editor at the Prophet, an extremely successful wizard entrepreneur, an international curse-breaker, an ex-Triwizard champion, and an eminent dragonologist and they definitely all hold an Order of Merlin of one class or another
you can’t tell me they weren’t featured in wizarding papers and magazines every damn week they try to avoid it but it’s no use
trying to go to Quidditch matches or anywhere really as a family is a tricky business because of the paparazzi
eating Chocolate Frogs is a weird experience for all their kids because their family are on so many cards like ‘oh look i got Uncle Charlie again’ ‘here’s Aunt Ginny, I’m still missing Mum though’
Bill keeps being given Witch Weekly’s most charming smile award he’s won it like 9 times even with all his scars. one time Ron won it instead and he teased Bill about it for ages
a good portion of the people who rock up to George’s shop come not just for joke items but also to shake his hand (and later Ron’s) and pay tribute to the portrait of Fred that hangs in there
there’s a Hermione interview in the Prophet at least twice a week. if anything vaguely significant happens ever in wizarding politics everyone wants a comment from Hermione, even if it has nothing to do with her
George loves making up wild rumours about his family members and ‘leaking’ them to the press, like when he told them Percy and Fleur were having a passionate affair (this one backfired a bit because it was shortly before Percy’s actual divorce. the public excitement and interest was nothing compared to what happened later when it got out that Percy was seeing Oliver Wood, and then there was another professional Quidditch player in the family and it just got worse)
Harry finds it weirdly comforting that the wizarding world is now obsessed not just with him, but his extended family too - they all get it now
all the kids get hounded towards the end of the year because everyone at Hogwarts want to be invited to the Burrow (very heavily warded and impenetrable to the press) for the summer to witness the annual Weasley-Potter family Quidditch match, which is legendary
if there’s no new gossip the magazines just put in stuff like ‘recipes from the Burrow! Molly Weasley’s favourite dishes! how to feed a family of heroes!’’ or ‘losing track? here’s the Ultimate Guide to the Weasley-Potter family!’
it’s ridiculous
Brilliant!
Pairing: dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Summary: Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you.
Words: 4.5k
Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, smut, harassment, jealousy, 18+ ONLY
A/N: Spoilers for Enola Holmes
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It was your duty to make sure that the young miss could escape quietly. You put extra padding on her shoes and made sure the mud outside the window was spongy. She would need something strong and long to climb down from here, so you sew together a few old curtains to make a rope and put them in the chest in her room. If she follows the plan, she will leave, and none will be the wiser. You hoped she would make it back before noon, or you’d have to answer the masters of the house why their sister was missing.
You liked living here before the brothers returned. Things used to be fun at the Holmes ancestral manor before Mycroft and Sherlock returned after their mother’s disappearance. You would have thought they will leave after bringing back Enola under their roof, but they seemed to have reconnected with their roots and to your displeasure stayed.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: When the love of your life leaves you at Christmas you fear that you will never get over it.
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of cheating
Words: 1417
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this one and please let me know what you think! And I’m not gonna lie, I was thinking about Billy Russo while writing this 👀👀 this will be my last post till after Christmas (I promise I’ll pick up my Remus fic again!) Have an amazing Christmas if you celebrate it and if you don’t, just have an amazing day! I love you all xxx
The atmosphere in your tiny New York apartment was simply lovely, the gorgeous smell of cookies baking wafted through the small space. Christmas music was blaring on the radio while you decorated the tree. You loved Christmas, you always had, ever since you were a little girl and this year it was even better because you were spending it with your boyfriend in your new apartment. It had been a tough year, both you and Steve had been working like crazy just to make ends meet but it was all going to be worth it.
You grinned when you heard Steve come in and drop his keys on the counter, “hey baby,” you walked up to him and pressed a kiss to his lips. You pulled away when his lips didn’t pucker against yours and that was when you saw the tense and grim look on his face.
“Steve, what’s the matter?” you asked, biting your lip, feeling dread curl in your stomach.
“Y/N,” he started in a monotone voice, his beautiful blue eyes looked dim, they normally sparkled when he looked at you, “I can’t do this anymore.”
NOOOO RACH IM SAD REALLY. KINDA MAD AT STEVE SO IM THIS 👉😓😡 I LOVE IT THANK YOU FOR HURTING ME 😚💔💔💔
pairing: regulus black x reader
synopsis: in which, y/n found herself bothered by his death more than she would have expected.
warnings: relationship / friendship fallout, angst, death
word count: 1k
a/n; i just want to mention that this fic could be interpreted either as platonic or romantic, i didn’t really feel the need to specify!! also my writing might be a bit rusty as i haven’t really written a full piece since august. everything might seem all over the place but i truly hope you enjoy this because i’m quite proud of this, considering i’m writing it the night of my finals. this is somewhat of a songfic, it was inspired by seafret’s atlantis, anyways, please dont be a silent reader <33
The reality had dawned on her like a frozen lake’s meeting its first crack, the letter in her hand shaking in sync. The news of his death stung more than she could have ever expected. She moved on, she thought she did but Y/N couldn’t fathom the heavyweight and hurt of finding out about the absence of Regulus, the boy she once loved, caused. Moreover, she knew the bitter taste his name left on the tip of her tongue was enough to secure the memories they shared engraved in the depth of her swollen heart, leaving her numb and in pain more than ever.
😭😭😭😭😭😭 nooooo this stabbed me a million times. im officially broken and betrothed to sadness </33
