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Taking Requests

Currently writing for:

MCU 

Twilight

Harry Potter

Maze Runner

The Hunger Games

Vampire Academy

Criminal Minds

Grey’s Anatomy

IT

IANOWT

Requirements

I will write any of the following:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (it may not be perfect)

AU’s

Crossovers

Headcanons

I will NOT write any of the following:

Super specific reader traits (as in race, ethnicity, physical description, etc, to ensure all my readers can identify with my writing. I am also a white cis female and cannot accurately portray experiences that don’t belong to me. Please note that unless requested otherwise, all reader pronouns will be she/her).

Extreme nsfw elements

Underage relationships (unless platonic, characters will be aged up 18+)

Imagine Requests:

Specify fandom, character, and details for the plot. Please be relatively specific to give me something to go off of. 

Headcanon Requests:

Specify fandom, character(s), and what you want the hc about. This can be more general

Blurb Requests:

Specify fandom, character, and a (very) specific moment you want written out between character(s).

***If the reader uses pronouns other than she/her, please specify and I will absolutely change them to yours instead***

If you have any questions, feel free to ask, I don’t bite :)

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Masterlist

Hello! All imagines, headcannons, and blurbs are linked here below. Imagines have small descriptions, and HC’s and blurbs are labelled as such. If a link doesn’t work, please let me know! Enjoy!

MCU

Peter Parker:

Lab Rat (1) 

English enthusiast and art-minded y/n feels like she is disappointing her father, and Peter Parker’s newfound presence in Tony’s heart does nothing to quell her fears.

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OLDER WORKS:

Shorter, less detailed work for characters I probably won’t be revisiting unless specifically requested!

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley: 

B-Days, BF’s, and BFF’s

It’s Y/n’s birthday and Fred catches her boyfriend in an act of betrayal.

Draco Malfoy:

Hidden Romance

Y/N’s relationship with the infamous Draco Malfoy must be kept a secret from her nosy, overprotective brothers, but it doesn't quite work out the way it’s supposed to.

A Christmas Surprise

It turns out that the recently distant Draco Malfoy has been planning the perfect holiday gift for his girlfriend.

Strange Behavior

You (Female,Pureblood, Slytherin) and Draco have been friends for years and confide in each other about everything. Things have always been strictly platonic, until Draco starts acting strangely around you.

BLURB: Dark Mark

BLURB: Draco’s Love Notes

Hermione Granger:

HC: Being Hermione’s Best Friend

Luna Lovegood:

BLURB: Nargles?

Neville Longbottom:

I Could Help You

The reader struggles with anxiety because she is bullied, and Neville helps her through it as a friend. TW: bullying, anxiety.

Sirius Black:

Painful Memories (1) ... unfinished atm.

Remus Lupin and his twin sister receive news of Sirius’s betrayal of the Potters.  

The Maze Runner

Newt:

I Promise

A rough night leaves Newt wondering how to keep going, and y/n struggles to comfort him. TW: anxiety, suicide. 

BLURB: Together

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Lab Rat

Eventual Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Summary: English enthusiast and art-minded y/n feels like she is disappointing her father, and Peter Parker’s newfound presence in Tony’s heart does nothing to quell her fears.

A/N: This is basically a set up for a series if there is any interest. Let me know!

“I just don’t understand how you can have such a gifted brain in sciences and mathematics and yet you refuse to utilize it. Make it make sense!”

“Dad, come on. Is it so hard to believe that maybe I want to pursue my actual interests instead of doing what is expected of me? I’m a good writer and I just want to see where I can go with that.”

This whole “what is y/n’s future?” conversation has been going on for months because Tony, for some reason, thinks he can change my mind about my future endeavors. Yes, I do have over a 98% average in all of my honors and advanced placement science and math classes, but that does not mean I enjoy it. I loathe every second of them but I’ll be damned if I get a less-than-outstanding grade in ANY course. He raised a perfectionist, what can I say?

“I just need you to recognize your potential, y/n. You’re a Stark! You have so many opportunities right at you fingertips! Write as a hobby, I don’t care. But I will not allow you to waste the talent and intelligence that you clearly have,” Tony continues.

“I don’t want to. I will be miserable! And my intelligence is not being wasted; I want to pursue further education in English, maybe some foreign languages. I can and will be successful doing so.” I stand up from the kitchen bar-stool ready to leave the room. This conversation never ends until one of us gives up and leaves, so I guess I’ll be the one to call it.

“No no no, you aren’t leaving right now, y/n. This is important-”

I keep walking towards the door but he doesn’t quit.

“You know I just want what’s best for you. I’m thinking of your future!” He has to shout that last part a little since I’m already halfway down the hall.

I know it seems a little bitchy to walk away from a parent like that, but sometimes it’s necessary to stay sane in this household. And by household, I mean the Avengers compound - since nothing in my life can ever be simple. 

I slow from a fast stride to a stroll, nearing my quarters where I can finally get away from my dad and our endless bickering. I love him to death, but I need a break. 

To my dismay, I happen to pass by the last person I want to see right now, Peter Parker. He’s my dad’s newest addition around here and all I ever do is hear about it. “Peter is so smart, y/n, you should really learn from him. Peter is so great, y/n, why can’t you be more like him?” God, I have nothing against the guy, but after hearing his name come out of my fathers mouth so much, I was just about fed up.

“Hey y/n, you coming down to the lab later to help work on my suit? Your dad and I are making a ton of progress,” he says, practically buzzing with excitement. I do admit that his boyish charm is a little hard to resist. I still have no interest in his proposal, however.

“No thanks, definitely don’t want any part in that,” I roll my eyes. 

“Is everything okay? Your dad told me you you haven’t been... working as hard lately...” I can tell he’s nervous saying that, and he sure as hell should be.

“Excuse me? Just because I don’t spend my entire life in the lab doesn’t mean I’m not ‘working hard.’ I can do other things! Other valid things with my life that don’t involve astrophysics or whatever the hell he wants me to be doing.” Maybe it’s unfair to take this out on Peter, but he’s the one who brought it up.

He holds his hands up in placating surrender. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. But you really shouldn’t take this stuff for granted, y/n. You’re a Stark.”

You’re a Stark. 

Yeah, no shit. 

I ignore him and head to my room to change into workout clothes rather than the lounge wear I was planning on wearing. I’m too worked up to finish the editorial I was working on. I may not be into the science part of my legacy, but I loved my affinity for kicking ass. I could train for hours in the gym and, hopefully, my favorite sparring partner would be down there.

Luckily, he was. 

“Hey Buck.” I can tell he already knows what’s coming. My recent blowouts with my father have not been very subtle around here.

“Here to blow off some steam, y/n/n? Bet Tony never knew what hit him.”

“Actually, I’m sure he thinks he won this one,” I grimaced. “It’s like running in circles with that man.”

“No comment,” he laughs. It’s no secret that he and my father don’t really have the best relationship either. However, we don’t have to dwell on it. One thing I love about him is he doesn’t pry, and he can tell when I’m not here to talk things out. He can also tell, though, when I want to beat the shit out of something. What better than a super soldier?

Of course, this is said loosely considering I am merely a teenage girl with mediocre fighting skills. I have been getting a lot better, though, with Bucky as my teacher. He’s hard on me, but I learn a lot. 

Between hits and dodges, I huff my most recent grievances through labored breathing.

“He.... never... listens to me! I see him... with... that spider kid... and it’s like... just adopt him already!” We come to a standstill and I can tell Bucky doesn’t really know what to say to that. “I’m sorry, Buck. I just feel like if I’m such a disappointment, at least he has Peter, ya know? He already acts more like a dad to him than he ever has to me.”

It was harsh, but wasn’t entirely false. My father, while caring for me deeply, was really hard on me throughout my life. He’s always been so judgmental, and I can’t help but feel like he’s unhappy with me constantly.

Bucky gives me a look that tells me he thinks I’m being a little over dramatic. “Come on, kid. You know how important you are to him. Peter is just... a lot less stubborn,” he adds with a grin. 

I roll my eyes and punch him in the shoulder playfully. He continues, “Oh, come on. You know you don’t exactly make things easy on him. It also doesn’t help that you guys are so different. I mean, aside from the mutual bull-headedness, you guys are like day and night. Go easy on him, doll.”

He’s right, and it pisses me off. I do really care for my father and feel a little guilty about how I stormed off earlier. It’s probably due to my strenuous workout, but I felt a lot less inclined to argue and sought to make peace with my dad. I guess I’ll head over to my room to shower and get changed. After that, reluctantly, I’ll go apologize to Tony. 

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Walking into the lab did nothing to brighten my mood as I see Peter and my dad working together amicably. It differed greatly than the way my dad and I worked together - it usually ended up with various items flung across the room as frustrations rose and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Hey, he raised me.

“Hey, uh. Can I talk to you, dad?”

Tony raised his head from his work, surprised to see me standing there. Mostly because he hadn’t expected me to come back and talk to him for the rest of the day, and also because he didn’t hear me walk up to him, too engrossed in whatever he was working on.

“Hey, princess.” He’s hesitant. I know he doesn’t enjoy arguing with me, and the truth is, I don’t enjoy it either. Lately, it’s just been inevitable. “Uh, I really want to get this done as soon as possible and Peter can’t make it over tomorrow, so it has to be tonight. I’ll probably be up late, too, so... maybe we can talk tomorrow?” 

I could see he really was busy, and knew for a fact that Peter had academic decathlon meetings every Wednesday afternoon, but I couldn’t help but take offense at his dismissive tone. For once, I took the high road, and he can’t even tear his eyes away from Peter’s stupid spider suit long enough to hear me out. 

It all comes back to Peter, doesn’t it? We’ll see about that...

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To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

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B-Days, BF’s, and BFF’s

P: Fred x reader

Summary: It’s Y/n’s birthday and Fred catches her boyfriend in an act of betrayal.

A/N: Most of the imagines on here are Draco related (for obvious reasons), so I decided to write one for Fred because I don't ? think? I’ve ever done one for him? But here’s one now, so enjoy. Also,,, I couldn’t think of a crappy character to be the cheating boyfriend so it’s just “Y/bf/n,” which is pretty lazy ahah sorry. P.S. I found this draft from a realllllly long time ago and scrambled to finish it, so it’s not my best. Please send me requests!

Fred’s POV

This was all just supposed to be a fun party to celebrate Y/n’s birthday, but of course, something has to screw it all up. And the “something” is, funnily enough, her boyfriend.

I’ve never quite liked him myself, being Y/n’s best friend and all. Always thought she could do better. That’s pretty obvious now, as I’m watching him snog some Hufflepuff girl in the corner of the room across from me. The nerve! He couldn't wait until the day after his girlfriend’s birthday to be a gigantic arse? He’s been flirting with a whole group of other girls for awhile now.

I scan through the crowds of partygoers in search of Y/n. I want her to know about what he did, but I don't want it to happen at her party. She should be able to enjoy her birthday without heartbreak. I find her near George, on the side of the room opposite the boyfriend. I quickly make my way over to them and lean in towards George.

“Keep her over on this side of the room. Y/bf/n is over there with another girl...” I say quietly, trying not to let Y/n hear.

It takes a moment for George to register what was going on, and before he could turn around to see what I'm talking about, I stomp on his foot and glare at him. How obvious would that be? I think he takes the hint, because he maneuvers the conversation in a way to turn her away from the corner’s action.

“Hey Y/n, have you seen this plant over here?” He walks toward the plant, and as she pivots to face him, her back is turned away from her boyfriend.

“Er, yeah, George. It’s a nice plant, I guess?” She finds this odd, but not necessarily suspicious. She’s pretty used to our weird conversation topics.

Now we just have to keep this up until the end of the night, or at least until Y/bf/n has enough sense to stay away from other girls.

Y/n’s POV

It’s kind of hard to enjoy a birthday party when Fred and George are going around showing me all of the decorative plants in the room. Don’t get me wrong, they’re my best friends, but what the hell?

“...and this one is actually considered a fern, which can be confusing for some people,” I hear when I tune back in. I nod halfheartedly, and begin to look around the room to find something more interesting.

“WOAH HEY Y/N LOOK THIS ONE’S A FICUS,” Fred practically shouts into my ear, holding up another plant and waving it around.

This pulls my attention back towards the twins, and I’m a bit fed up.

“Hey, guys? What’s this all about? You can give me a herbology lesson some other time, okay?” I start to turn away. “I’m gonna go find---,” and that’s when I see it.

Y/bf/n is a few yards ahead of me, whispering into some girl’s ear with his arm around her. What is he doing? As I grow confused at the situation, he makes it pretty damn clear when he pulls her in for a kiss. 

“Is that...? What is he...?” The realization dawns on me that everyone here was seeing this the whole time. Everyone except for me.

“Fred! George! You knew! And you just let it happen! Right there, the whole time, you saw him with that girl and you didn’t say anything!”

“Well, we said quite a lot about house plants, so...” George says.

“Oh how witty. How clever you two are, oh how could I ever be cross with you?.” I snap, and with a prominent eye roll I whisk out of the room and head straight to the hall where I could get a moment alone to think. Unfortunately, I hear footsteps following behind me.

“Y/n! Don't let this ruin your birthday! I swear I would’ve told you under any other circumstance. I just wanted you to have a good party and...”

“Can you please just shut the hell up right now? I don't care what you wanted, Fred, you should have told me,” I try to hold back my anger. After all, Fred wasn't the one who was wrong in this situation.

“I know, Y/n, and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I sigh and try to collect myself. “You aren't the one I should be yelling at, so I'm sorry.”

Fred stares at me for a second before he pulls me into a hug, holding me tightly against him. I wrap my arms around his waist and stay there, contented. 

“You know, Y/n, you don't need a boyfriend who treats you like that anyway.”

“No?”

“No.”

And with that, Fred leans his face down and kisses me gently on the cheek. I smile up at him and an idea pops into my head. 

“Hey Fred?“

“Yeah?”

“Want to help me get back at y/bf/n?”

He grins devilishly. I know he already has something in mind as he runs to grab George to assist in... well.... whatever crazy prank he came up with. 

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Can you do my ship? I’m 4'11, female, and I have medium length hair, that’s brown and have brown eyes. I love to listen to music, read, watch tv, and hang with my friends. I’m really clingy but can give them the space they need if they asked. I have very low self-esteem but am also very loving. I am also very sarcastic. I am "annoying" and "loud" for my friends. I hate myself and my body. It can be from any fandom. It can be as many as you think I could be in.

You sent this in so long ago, I’m so sorry! I was inactive at the time, but I don’t want to leave you hanging in my inbox so here you go, dear!

I ship you with:

Fred Weasley

 Fred shares the same trait of getting loud and (lovably) obnoxious around friends and classmates, and you two would be the perfect social pair.

Your sarcastic humor would match well with his, and your quick wit would definitely come in handy when around Fred and his equally rowdy twin.

Speaking of George, he would love the fact that you make his brother happy. He has high standards for the girls his brother dates, so you consider this heartwarming.

Fred would be an extremely supportive boyfriend. Whenever you feel down about yourself, he would know exactly what to say to make you realize your inner and outer beauty. He would, of course, think you are the greatest person in the universe, he’d just love you so much!

He would fully accept your clinginess, because at the end of the day, you are the only person (aside from George ofc) that he would want by his side through everything. 

A/N: Thanks for sending in this ship request, I thoroughly enjoy answering them, and I, again, apologize for it being so late.I am, however, completely active and here to write! Please please please keep requesting and I hope you all are doing well <3

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Draco Malfoy Imagine: Hidden Romance

Pairing: Draco x reader

Summary: Y/N’s relationship with the infamous Draco Malfoy must be kept a secret from her nosy, overprotective brothers, but it doesn't quite work out the way it’s supposed to. 

A/N: This is less about Draco and more about the family, but I tried to stay true to the prompt. Might be a bit confusing, but Y/b/n is “Your brother’s name.” Hope your holidays are going well! 

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“Shh, Draco. I swear to God, if my brother finds us here, he will kill you. Trust me, he will flip.” I shift in my spot on the floor of the library, behind a tall bookshelf. Draco was insistent that this was the perfect spot to “mess around.” Way too public, if you ask me. 

“When was the last time Y/B/N has been in a library,” he quips. “Calm down, love, no one is going to find us here.”

I don't find him very reassuring, but I go along with it anyway and lean in to kiss him. I barely get any alone time with Draco anymore, mostly because of my older brother. He has always been very protective of me, something that he’s learned from our eldest brother who no longer attends Hogwarts. Sure, it’s nice to know that he cares, but I’d like to have a bit of freedom to do what I want.

I hear footsteps coming near us, so I pull my face back from Draco’s, thinking it’s Madam Pince coming to scold us.

“What the hell, Y/n? What are you doing with him!? Come with me.” It could've been anyone in this damn castle, but of course it’s my brother. He grabs my arm painfully and drags me to my feet. “Don’t expect me to keep this a secret, either. Do you have any idea what you’re doing? He’s a boy, Y/n, he could corrupt you!” And with that, he shoots a hateful look towards Draco and storms off with me in tow. 

I look back towards Draco with an annoyed “I told you so” expression, and he returns an apologetic frown. There’s not much he can do without making it worse, so he is forced to watch me retreat against my will.

This is not good. We’re going on break in a few days, and if Y/b/n decides to tell my other brother, that’s all I’m going to hear about the entire time. Even worse, my stepdad will find out as well, and that's a lecture I’m not looking forward to. It’s one thing to want to protect me, but it’s another to completely restrict my decisions and not let me live my life as a teenager should be able to. 

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Three days into my winter holiday at home, and Y/b/n still hasn’t said anything about Draco to anyone, but only because he’s using it to his advantage. By now, I just want him to get it over with and tell, just so he can’t blackmail me anymore. I’ve done his share of the chores since we got here, and I’m not willing to take over anymore.��I know he’s dying to spill, too, because at every meal he looks across the dining table to me, with a look in his eyes that holds so much power over me.

“Y/n, I think you should do the dishes again tonight.”

I look up from my dinner plate and at his face. That smug little...

“No.”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles, triumphant at my surrender. “Y/n has a boyfriend,” he says almost immediately, catching the attention of everyone else at the table.

My other brother sets his fork down onto his plate and looks quite confused. “Are you sure? Y/n is way to young to be dating.”

My stepdad shifts his gaze from Y/b/n to me, and then back again. “You better be joking,” he says sharply.

“I swear I’m not! I found her snogging a Slytherin boy in the library a few days before break. I’m not lying!” 

“Y/n we have had many talks about this, why must you disobey me?” My stepdad says sternly, his voice rising in volume the longer he speaks. “You brother waited until he was out of school to date, but you insist on breaking the rules. You are far too young for this behavior. Disappointment after disappointment, when will it end?” He shakes his head and rises from his seat. “I’m going to bed. Tomorrow, we will sit and discuss the consequences of your actions. I can’t even begin to think of much else tonight. You have no morals, do you? Either that, or you just have no intelligence. Neither would surprise me.”

I'm left at the table with my two siblings, who have fallen silent at the lecture. We’re used to a strict household, but his reaction seemed to be over-the-top. I’m a disappointment because I have a boyfriend? 

My eldest brother clears his throat. I can tell he wants to tell me something, but he seems afraid to overdo it like our stepdad did. 

“Y/n, I know it seems unfair, but we really just don’t want you to get hurt. You look really dumb trying to make these grown-up decisions like this. Recognize your place in this household. You’re a child, you can’t possibly know how to take care of yourself.” 

His tone is extremely condescending, as if I’m a five-year-old being chastised. I’m sick of being blackmailed and belittled by my brothers. I angrily shove my chair back and stand, facing them with exasperation.

“What does that even mean? I do know what’s best for me, and I can take care of myself. My boyfriend is kind and respectful, and he cares about me a hell of a lot more than any of you do! You have no control over my life when it comes to dating, none of this even affects any of you!” I start to get choked up towards the end, having had enough of this treatment from my own family. 

“You can’t speak to us like that, Y/n, we are older than you. Therefore, we have control over your actions. Go to your room and don’t come out until someone lets you out,” says Y/b/n. 

This is unbelievable. They’re acting like parents. I do end up going to my room as instructed, but instead of staying in there, I throw a bunch of stuff into a bag and storm out the front door. 

They can’t even handle such a small thing, how am I supposed to trust them with anything bigger? If I can’t have a good relationship with any of them, I may as well not have any relationship at all. 

I wasn’t planning on leaving, and I don’t have any idea where to go. One thing I know is that the holidays should be spent with those who care about you. And there’s always one person I can count on....

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Hello can I request an imagine of Draco x reader where the reader has like 2 older brothers and one of them goes to school with them and he's sorta a noisy person so since Draco and the reader are dating in secret he catches them like idk maybe making out and when holidays come and they have to go home he tells on her and her older brother is mad bc he's sorta protective. Also her stepfather is vv strict so he's also vv mad. Thanks lovely.

Thanks for requesting! It’ll be up by the weekend of the 30th (at the latest) :) I so, so wish I could do it sooner but holiday stuff is taking up all of my time atm. Hope you guys are having a great week and Happy Holidays!!!!!

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A Christmas Surprise

Pairing: Draco x Reader

A/N: It has been a really really long time since I've posted, so hello again! Please send me requests! In the meantime, enjoy a little Christmas-y imagine that I'm not completely happy with but didn't have the patience to re-write. 

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"I absolutely adore Christmas!” The fellow fifth-year giggles from beside me in corridor. 

I roll my eyes, bored and annoyed at her apparent joy for the season. I’m not offended, necessarily, I just don't understand why everyone feels the need to be super annoying when December rolls around. 

I actually have no idea who she is or why she is talking to me, but I quickly end the conversation when I catch of glimpse of my boyfriend Draco. He’s talking to his friend Crabbe a few feet ahead of me, and I start to walk a bit faster to get to him.

“Hey Draco, where were you this morning?” I ask, still moving to get near him. We had made plans to meet up before classes, but he didn’t show. I couldn’t help but sound accusatory.

He turned towards me as I came toward him, and I swear I saw a look of unease flash across his face. He acts tough, but I know he gets nervous when I’m upset with him.

“I’m sorry, love. You see, I ... uh, had some homework I needed to get done and I forget to let you know I, uh, couldn’t make it,” he stammers, looking everywhere but at me.

He isn’t usually this bad at lying. I don't really feel like arguing, though.

“That’s okay, not a big deal. Should we do something later today, then?”

“You know, Y/N, I would love to. But I still have a lot of work to get to. I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe?” He kisses my forehead and walks off with Crabbe, seemingly unbothered by our unsatisfactory exchange.

I huff and stalk back to my common room, trying to find something to do. I try not to be a clingy girlfriend, but what am I suppose to do when Draco keeps cancelling our plans? I don't even consider meeting at breakfast “plans” since all it entails is showing up at the same place you do literally every other morning. I guess I'm not prepared to be away from him during the holiday.

I decide to get some work done since break is coming up soon. I still don't know if I am going home or staying at Hogwarts. My parents travel a lot for work and they don't even know if they’ll be home for Christmas.

It doesn't matter much to me either way. I have never been fond of the holidays, mostly because I am not close with my family. This season always leaves me feeling empty, seeing everyone around me so happy and excited while I struggle to find any real meaning in it all.

It also doesn't help that I am a terrible gift-giver. I have no idea what to get Draco or any of my friends, but I just hope they don't make a big deal out of it. I always end up feeling awkward when I accept gifts, and what should be a pleasant situation ends up making me want to curl up into a ball and hide.

I don't have to think about it now, everyone had decided to exchange gifts after break anyway. Most of my friends will be gone on Christmas, and they all liked the idea of extending the excitement an extra day.

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During breakfast the next morning (the last day of classes), I receive a letter from my parents. It turns out they won’t make it home to see me. It couldn’t have been any more last-minute, but that’s my parents, I guess. I'm not too disappointed, having expected this news and not at all minding spending break here at school.

Still glancing through the letter, I see in my periphery someone sitting down next to me. Looking up, I see that's it’s none other than my dear boyfriend Draco. He gives me a hopeful look, not wanting me to be angry with him.

“Ah, so you decided to show up this morning,” I say as I focus my attention back on the letter. I can be petty when I want to be. “You decided to spend time with me on the last day we have left, I see.”

“I already apologized, Y/N, and we won’t be apart for long. But that reminds me,” he adds quickly, grabbing my hand in attempt to pull me up. 

“Where do you think you’re taking me? I can’t be late for Potions, Snape will kill me,” I reply with exasperation.

He refuses to answer so I just raise my eyebrows and follow him to whatever the destination is. He smiles back at me with excitement as we reach the main passageway. What is going on with him?

“I promise you’ll love it.”

“Love what? It better not take too long.”

“Can’t you just be excited for once?”

“Excited about what? Look, I’m not really in the mood-”

“Oh would you be quiet and look around you!” Draco insists, sweeping his hand around the room that we had just entered.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

I finally pay enough attention to notice my surroundings. We are standing in an unused classroom - at least I’m guessing that’s what it is, because it’s unrecognizable past all the decorations spread throughout the room.

A giant Christmas tree stood in the corner, and there were dozens of smaller ones lining the walls, each one decorated more extravagantly than the last. It would have taken a muggle hours to accomplish this level of holiday cheer; but the one thing they could never manage is the soft flakes of snow raining down gently from the ceiling, coating the tops of the trees but disappearing before it ever hits the floor. The only lights were the ones from the trees, giving the room a soft and beautiful glow.

“Draco... W-what... why did you do this for me?”

“Do you not like it?” He asks, worried that his work was all for nothing.

I pull my gaze from the scene and look at him instead, grabbing his hands in mine and pulling him close 

“No, this is absolutely amazing. I can’t believe you would go to so much trouble for me. It’s perfect, everything about it is perfect.” I say this with all the sincerity I have in my heart. Christmas had never been a big deal in my family, so it was never anything to get excited about. But seeing all of this was so special. I know it was done with so much care and thought behind it.

“I didn’t really know what to get you, but I knew I wanted it to be memorable. I still have a gift for you after the holiday, but I couldn’t wait to give you this one. It took awhile to do, so that's why I haven't been around too much. I hope it was worth it,” he pulls me into a tight hug, and as I continue to look around the room over his shoulder, I realize just how lucky I am to have him.

“It was definitely worth it.”

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Being Hermione’s Best Friend

Imagine being Hermione’s best friend

- She would be extremely supportive and would always be there to lend advice when you need it.

- Seriously, you guys can talk about anything. Neither of you would ever judge each other.

- You would have a personal tutor in any subject you’d need help in; not only does she know just about everything, but she can explain things way better than any of your teachers can.

- Need a book recommendation? You know who to ask.

- She would not be afraid to fight anyone who tried to hurt you. Girl/boyfriends, watch out.

- And you wouldn’t hesitate to go after anyone who tried to mess with her, either.

- You have a good relationship with Ron and Harry. You aren’t quite as close with them as you are with Hermione, and you have a separate friend group.

- Hermione would encourage you to pursue your dreams and strengthen your talents. She would admire all your hard work.

- You would share a healthy amount of jealousy (closer to appreciation than anything) between the two of you that would inspire you guys to better yourselves. 

- Just endless support and loyalty. Even in your inevitable rough patches, neither of you would intentionally tear the other down or betray the other’s trust.

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Nargles?

Pairing: Lunaxreader

A/N: It’s sort of holiday themed, hope everyone’s holiday season has been going well!

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“Sorry to be a bother, but have you seen my scarf?” says a silvery voice from behind me.

I turn from my spot on the arm chair to find the source. I am met with a pretty blonde girl with wide eyes directed toward me. I’ve seen her around. We are both Ravenclaws, and I believe the same year as well.

“Your scarf?” I reply, “What does it look like?”

“Well, it’s the very same shade as a Nargle,” she replies immediately.

She says this with such confidence that it momentarily makes sense to me. Yes, the same color as . . . Wait. What’s a Nargle?

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask with genuine curiosity. I have never heard of this creature, and I am not sure anyone else has either.

She seems to have been expecting a response like this because she sighs with slight exasperation. She takes graceful strides to come around the chair and sits beside me to explain.

“It is the same color as a Nargle. I suppose it was they who took the scarf from me as well, they are quite common around the holidays; I suspect it’s the mistletoe that attracts them.”

I nod to show understanding, but I am still a little lost. I stand up and gesture for the girl to do the same.

“Well we should start to look for it then! I am Y/N, by the way,” I say with a smile.

“Luna Lovegood,” she replies. And with that strange introduction, she leads me towards the Great Hall to begin our search for her scarf — and the Nargles who stole it.

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Maze Runner Blurb - Together

Pairing: Newtxreader

A/N: I know my imagines are getting shorter and shorter, but at the moment these are the lengths I am able to get done. Sorry about that! When I’m less busy with school, you can definitely count on decent length imagines ;)

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“Hey.”

I jump at the sound of a voice behind me and drop everything in my hands.

“Oh my god, Newt,” I groan and bend to pick up the stack of maps I had been holding. The once perfectly sorted pile is now scattered across the floor of the map room.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t expect you to be so jumpy.”

He kneels down next to me and helps me gather the papers. I already feel my annoyance drifting away.

He glances at the maps in his hands and turns his gaze back to me. “Do you think these are helping?” he asks. He helps me up from the floor and looks at me expectantly.

Honestly, I really don’t know what to tell him. I don’t want to say anything negative, but the truth isn’t quite the picture of optimism. These maps don’t reveal any obvious exit strategies; I’ve always considered mapping the maze more of a documentation process rather than a solution. They may be helpful in the future, but for now they’re useless. I hesitate and think of an adequate answer.

A breathy laugh escapes my mouth before I can stop it. There is no way to make this situation sound positive, and everyone knows it.

“For now its all we have.”

He nods, and I suspect he understands what I mean.

“So I guess we take it one day at a time. Maybe the maps will be of use in the future,” Newt says with a hint of finality. This is enough to satisfy the conversation, and we move on to other topics.

Although the maze situation is the center of our lives, we need to take time to focus on other things. Dwelling on our problems will just drive us over the edge, and I can always count on Newt to keep me sane. Will we ever get out of here? Only time will tell. One thing is for sure; whatever we have to face in the future, we’ll be facing it together.

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Imagine....

Draco telling you about his Dark Mark and begging you not to leave him.

“Y/N, talk to me. I need to know what you’re thinking.”

“I-I  don't know. I don't know what I’m thinking. This is all so frustrating. I can’t think right now. I can’t think and I can’t deal with this. Not right now.”

“But you have to. In another world, we wouldn't be in this position. I wouldn’t have to choose between you and my parents, and you wouldn’t have to choose between me and what you believe in. But here we are, and this isn’t going away. We have to deal with this now; we have to keep moving forward. If we don't, I might lose you. And that scares me more than Voldemort ever will.”

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Can I please have a ship for Harry Potter Marauders Era? I have super short auburn hair, green eyes, and pale skin. Most would call me the comic relief. I love laughing and making others laugh as well. A big hobby of mine is filming. I also really like theater! I've been in two plays thus far. I'm the type of person who enjoys cuddling up in a warm blanket as it rains. I'm not a fan of warm weather. That's about it! I'd prefer male gender.

I ship you with: Sirius Black

Sirius would love the way you can make him laugh, even on his worst day. When he gets stressed and upset over his family’s problems, you are the one he goes to.

He loves seeing you perform in plays; the drama of performing arts is a nice break from the real drama in his life.

He never fails to remind you how beautiful and talented you are, and he brags about you to his friends non-stop.

You guys are constantly with the other Marauders, but you make sure to find some alone time whenever you can, even if this “alone time” is just lying together in a comfortable silence. Who needs to talk when you have the perfect combination of a rainy day and a cozy blanket?

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Request Ships!

Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know I will now be taking ship requests!

Just include the following information in an ask:

Fandom

If you choose Harry Potter, please include which era as well

Likes, dislikes . . . tell me a bit about yourself!

Which gender you’d prefer to be shipped with

* At the moment I am only taking requests for Harry Potter, The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, and The Mortal Instruments, Twilight, and the MCU* 

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Draco’s Love Notes

I turn around angrily from my seat in the back of the Transfiguration room, having just felt something hit me in the back of the head. My eyes land on Draco immediately, his signature smirk drawing my attention.

He nods his head in the direction of the piece of parchment he had sent towards me that had fallen to the floor. I pick it up, rolling my eyes at him. We’ve been dating a few months now and its seems his favorite thing to do is distract me during classes. Annoying, yes, but also quite charming.

Unfolding the small bird-shaped paper, my eyes begin to scan over the dramatic, cheesy proclamations of love he had written. I smirk back at him and he replies with a wink. Who knew he could be such a softy?

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Maze Runner Imagine- I Promise

Pairing: NewtxReader

Warnings: Suicide, anxiety

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The Glade looks so peaceful at night. I sit at the top of the lookout tower and admire the silence. During the day this place is like a beehive, with boys buzzing around the place carrying out their designated job. Everyone works so hard to pull their weight around here, and there is rarely a chance to find silence in a place so alive with activity.

That is why I make it a routine of mine to wake up in the middle of the night and come up to the tower. This is not entirely by choice; I find it hard to sleep here in the Glade, and my mind never rests. I honestly don't know if I'll ever get out of this prison. Sure, it isn't the worst place I could be, but being the only girl out of dozens of guys is not ideal. And did I mention the Grievers? Yeah, because giant death machines are exactly what I want in my future.

I sigh and lay back, looking up to the stars. Are they even real stars? I feel myself drifting off.....But I can't-I shouldn't......Fall asleep..... Not here.....

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"Y/N?" The sound of a voice next to my ear wakes me. The sun is just beginning to rise, and none of the other Gladers are awake yet. Well, except for one.

"Newt," I reply, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Did you sleep here all night?" he asks.

I sit up and face the boy kneeling next to me. "Yeah, well most of it. I actually didn't mean to fall asleep," I tell him.

Truthfully, I'm a little embarrassed that Newt found me here. I've always like him quite a lot, and I don't want him thinking badly of me. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"Don't apologize, it's not hurting anybody," he says as he gets up from the ground and walks over towards the ladder. "You must be a lot more comfortable with heights than I am," he adds.

We stare at each other in an awkward silence.

"Well, I'll see you down at breakfast then, Y/N." Newt turns to leave. I watch as his head disappears from sight as he descends from the tower. Newt has a fear of heights? Out of all the things to be afraid of in the Glade....

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"Hey, Y/N!" I turn around and get hit in the face with a roll of gauze.

"Jeff, what the hell?" I say, picking up the roll and shooting him a glare.

"Nothin better to do," he replies, laughing.

I had been assigned as a Med-Jack soon after I came up in the box, joining Clint and Jeff. When there are no injured or sick Gladers, there wasn't much for us to do. This is usually the cue for the boys to demonstrate their natural immaturity.

Sitting around and doing nothing for hours starts to take its toll on me, and I decide to walk around a bit to stretch my legs. As I wander over toward the gardens, I catch a view of Newt planting some kind of crop. I mentally scold myself for not talking to him much this morning. Like I said before, I've been attracted to him ever since I got here. It may be because of his good looks, his friendliness, his sense of humor. Who am I kidding? It's all of those things. He's also a great leader, second-in-command. Being stuck in this place tears my mental stability to shreds, and yet Newt can handle every situation calmly and rationally. He also just has a way with people that makes them want to be around him, but maybe that just happens to me.

I don't really see a relationship between us anytime soon, though. He's never showed that kind of interest in me, and at this point in time, I think the one thing we should be focusing on is getting out of here. As long as we are trapped in the Maze, something as trivial as a boyfriend will have to wait. I will just have to admire from afar, I guess.

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As usual, I find myself unable to sleep. I look around and see that everyone else had already drifted off, so I slide out of my hammock and tiptoe towards the tower. As I get further away from the sleeping Gladers, I start to jog without having to worry about waking anyone.

I reach the tower and begin to ascend the ladder. I'm about halfway up when I hear someone clear their throat below me.

"Mind if I join you?"

I look down to the blond British boy and smile. "Not at all."

I reach the top of the tower and wait for Newt to do the same. When he joins me on the platform I can see how nervous he is. I totally forgot about his fear of heights.

"We can go somewhere else if you're more comfortable," I tell him. He's silent for a moment, thinking.

"No, I'm fine here," he says. I begin to persist, however Newt shuts down my worry. "Really, Y/N, it's okay," he smiles to reassure me.

We sit towards the middle of the tower, as far away from the edge as we can get. For a moment we're silent, admiring the peace and each other's company. The night's wind blows through our hair and the moon shines above us, lighting our vision. Newt breaks the silence.

"So why do you come up here every night?" he asks, still staring off into the distance.

"How do you know it's every night?" I reply with a slight laugh.

"I'm not being creepy or anything!" he laughs too. "I just fall asleep late most nights and see you walk off."

Our laughter dies off and he turns to me, still expecting the answer to his question. What do I tell him? I don't want to seem weak or incompetent, however I decide to tell him the truth anyway.

"I'm just never able to sleep. I think too much, you know? About the future, when we get out of here, if we get out of here. I worry about things I have no control over." I pause and drop my voice a bit lower. "The things that have happened, the situation we're in..... I have trouble dealing with it, I guess." I look over and see Newt listening intently. I can't read his expression. "I know, it's pretty pathetic," I look away from him.

"Pathetic? No it isn't. Not at all, Y/N. If we're being honest here, I can tell you that I deal with the same thing." I look at him, his face of compassion and understanding.

"What are you talking about? You are so in control. Optimistic, even," I say, doubting his words.

He turns away from me, a sad smile forming. He gets up from his place on the ground and walks over to the edge of the tower. I notice his hands shaking a little as he reaches for the railing.

"Y/N, have you noticed my limp?"

Of course I have, it's quite prominent when he walks. His injury must have been pretty horrible to have caused it. I rise from the ground, worried. Making my way over to him, I hesitate on speaking.

Instead of answering his question, I say, "What happened."

"I had trouble dealing with it."

It takes a moment for his vague words to connect in my mind. Realization hits, and I suddenly understand his fear of heights. I move closer to Newt, putting my hand on his shoulder. After a moment or two, I let my hand fall back to my side. Words had escaped me, I had no idea how to respond.

"You jumped," we're the only words that could come out of my mouth.

He doesn't say anything, but the look on his face confirms what I had said. I can tell that he wasn't used to talking about it. In the six months I've been here, no one had said anything about his limp and neither had he. I was right in assuming that it was a sore subject. Newt was suicidal. Even in my worst condition, the thought had never even crossed my mind.

Newt finally speaks, "If anyone here is pathetic, it's me."

I look over at him in surprise. Learning about this part of his past has only made me think of him as even stronger. He had hit rock bottom, had done the only thing he could think of to stop his pain. But his failure had brought him strength. He regained hope. He kept going, even though he could have given up again. I could never look down on him for that. This is exactly what I tell Newt.

When I finish, he looks over at me. Our gazes locked, he closes the gap between us and cups my face in his hands.

"Y/N, if you ever, ever, think about hurting yourself, promise that you will come to me."

His sudden intensity surprises me and I fail to reply fast enough.

"Promise, Y/N," he repeats.

I nod quickly. "I promise."

He sighs in relief and kisses me on the forehead. He then pulls me in for a hug.

I know now that I will be able to deal with anything with Newt by my side. Whatever comes our way, we will be there for each other. I will never let Newt feel the way he did ever again. I promise.