*screams and runs off into the distance*

[Unable to find Steve, Bucky or T’Challa] 

Natasha: Well, this calls for drastic measures. *proceeds to yank Tony’s pants down, causing Tony to shriek and Clint to scream in the distance*

Tony: Why the fuck -

Natasha: *cups her hands together* Tony has his pants down!

[sound of a stampede getting closer, children screaming, babies crying, women fainting, and men turning gay as Steve, Bucky & T’Challa run towards them]

Natasha: There they are. 

Tony: *glaring and struggling to pull his pants back up* Couldn’t you have done that without actually pulling my pants down? 

Natasha: I like the view.

Ok so

Just to make it clear, i bloody love those imagine your OTP/OT3/OT4 e.c.t. posts floating around but they’re all so??? Flawless??? What we need is some more of the wild out there stuff like,,,

  • Imagine short person A trying to get something off the top shelf in the kitchen and falling and they’re screaming on the floor covered in animal crackers while person B is wheezing hysterically in the corner. Bonus; person C recorded the whole thing and uploaded it everywhere.
  • Imagine person A and B holding hands and being all lovey dovey until they hear an ice cream truck in the distance and it’s a battle to the death to buy the first cone with sauce and a flake.
  • Imagine person B browsing memes at 3 in the morning and keeping person A up with their obnoxious snorty laughter.
  • Imagine person A running a pastel aesthetics blog and they’re snapping a pic of some really cute unicorn figurines when person B pops their head up into the shot the moment it’s taken. A, in a hurry, posts the pic in a photoshoot. They don’t notice the photobomb until it has 10 notes already. Bonus, person C has a pretty big follower count and reblogs it every day much to A’s horror and B’s amusement.
  • Imagine person A filming a house tour video and right in the middle of it, person B is sitting on the dining table with their underwear on eating marshmallow fluff with a spoon.
  • Imagine person A spamming person B’s blog with cute anon messages only for person C to spam the same things, exchanging every noun for banana. Person A thinks it’s the same guy and they’re very confused until they hear laughter in the other bedrooms.
  • Imagine person B falling off their bed during a skype call with A.
  • Imagine person A as a joke, saying fuck you instead of bless you every time B sneezes. B does it back to A/A then tries it with C and they start crying.
  • Imagine person C and person D making obnoxious and weird noises in the background whenever A is on the phone to B. They once played a really loud clip of a goat screaming and B fell off their chair.
  • Imagine person D drunk buys a dog, knowing B always wanted one as a kid. They scream and continuously hug the dog and call it a really stupid name while A hides everything that could possibly break and C screams at D that they’re an idiot and there’s no way they can keep a dog in the house. They eventually all decide a dog is better than a kid anyway.
  • Imagine person A talking to person B about their hopes and aspirations and then B gets a phonecall and yells ‘MY BABY IS HAVING A PERSONAL RANT DON’T INTERRUPT THEM YOU GIRAFFE BASTARD’ into the receiver. They get a call back from the number after A’s finished. It was their parent/grandparent asking about a visit.

Imagine your OTP/OT3/OT4, random shit and screwups edition

Midwest Gothic

- At night you hear coyotes howling and deer screaming. At night you hear trains in the distance. At night you hear frogs. The worst nights are the ones where there are no sounds at all.

- You let your dog outside, on a tether, so he can’t run off. He stares out at the field behind your house, and further, at the woods behind it. You see nothing. You’re glad. It’s worse when you see what’s out there.

- The cats have caught something and dropped it on your back step, proud and haughty. You thank them. You have no idea what they caught. You never want to know what it is.

- Summer nights are full of bonfires and laughing and even though the fire is blazing, the light of it doesn’t reach very far. Shouldn’t it reach farther? Shouldn’t you be able to see everyone’s faces clearly? You haven’t had anything to drink. The fire doesn’t feel very warm at all.

- The corn fields are awful, yes, but you can ignore what walks them when the stalks are tall and golden. The soy years are worse. It’s almost impossible to ignore them, then. 

- Road crews fill in the potholes with asphalt. Road crews fill in the potholes with tar. Road crews fill in the potholes with meat. The roads are satisfied and you are safer.

- One night the road pops one of your tires. You do not leave the car. You do not check the damage. You call someone for aid, and it’s only when there are at least four people, all armed with heavy flashlights, that you leave the car. Someone is chanting in a language you don’t know. The eyes that watch you from the soy fields do not blink. 

- You shouldn’t swim in Lake Erie. All the same, you’ve seen people far away, in the water. 

- Everyone laughs and jokes about returning to the old ways if the snow keeps up. When it snows in March, towards the end of the month, the jokes become less funny. No one wants to draw straws.

- If you left the state limits, would the land drop off like a cliff, falling into space? Or would there be nothing, nothing, nothing, just empty roads and rest stops that all look the same?

Save Yourself (Steve One-shot)

Characters: reader, Steve (Natasha, Bucky, and Sam mentioned)

Summary: After a disastrous mission and harsh romantic rejection, you find yourself in a downward spiral of destructive behavior until Steve steps in and shows you you’re worth saving.

Warnings: All the angst. Little bit of fluff. Mentions of death, sex, destructive behavior, suicide and self harm (mild), alcohol abuse. 

Word Count: 2.4k (another failed drabble, ya’ll. I’m a wordy birdy)

Song Inspiration: Save Yourself by Kaleo

Y/N: Late night angst strikes again! I thought about this song and story all day at work. I’m still working on my multiple series, but needed a little change of pace. I’ve also been missing Steve lately. I was reminded of Chris Evans’ advice about his noisy brain so I included that. This got a lot darker than I anticipated. I have no idea how it’ll be received, so let me know your thoughts. I adore you all!! <3

p.s. Happy Birthday, Chris Evans!!! :) 

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Originally posted by dailyteamcap


Wincing at the unusually loud noise, you exited the elevator and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway toward your room. Rounding the corner, you placed a hand to the side of your head, hoping the incessant pounding would subside soon. You snuck forward quietly, high heels dangled from your other hand with a clutch purse wedged under your arm. At least you remembered to grab your purse this time.

“Have a nice time last night?”

You cringed. Only ten feet away from your room, you heard the one voice you hoped not the hear coming from the one man you were avoiding. Straightening up from your sneaking position, you slowly turned toward the voice.

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Numb - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by jennchoblake

word count: 1932
summary: after the dread doctors take your soul, you’re just not you.  and it becomes more and more dangerous to yourself every day 
warnings:depression, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts, swearing

You’d never felt a coldness like this before.  A numbing, empty, coldness in your chest.  It wasn’t the frostbitten-cover-your-skin-in-the-wintertime cold.  No, it was far worse.  

It was the Dread Doctors-ruined-my-life-and-now-I’m-nothing-cold.

Beginning the night of the storm, you were taken by them, and they removed something from you that you didn’t know could be physically operated to take away.  They took your happiness.  Your spirit, your charisma.  They took it away from you, and for weeks on end, you were trapped in a depression like no other.

It had confused the pack greatly, how the perky always brightside y/n l/n had gone from smiling to expressionless in the matter of a day.  And because of your wiped memory, you’d had no idea that what was once your soul, was stolen from you.  So when everyone kept asking you, begging you to brighten your eyes and tell them what was wrong, you’d tell them you were fine each day.  And they didn’t know how to fix you.

Lydia tried taking you shopping, all your favorite stores, offering to buy you a whole new wardrobe, give you a mani pedi, but what was once your girls’ favorite activities to do together just felt wrong and awkward.  Malia took you hiking, all your favorite places in the woods, but you never cracked a smile.  Kira made you a sushi dinner, remembering how much you enjoyed using chopsticks, but the confusion on your features just made her heart break.

But it was Stiles’ heart who was shattered.

His best friend, the only girl he could only fall in love with, wasn’t herself.  The dimpled angelic smile and glowing features looked so dull.  He practically saw you in black and white, when you used to be his ray of sunshine.  He tried everything, he took you for drives in Roscoe, made you dinner and cuddled you while watching your favorite movies, even the ones he despised but knew you adored.  He went and bought your favorite books for you to read, and when that didn’t seem to work he read them to you.  He brought you to dinners with his Dad, he took you on long walks late at night in the park (a secret thing that only you and him did).  He cracked jokes 25/8 in hopes of earning the smallest of smiles.  Nothing worked.

You were in a constant expressionless, barely alive, broken state.  And no one knew how to fix you.

And here you were, standing on the cliffside at the Beacon Hills Preserve, trying to think, trying to figure out what had happened to you that changed you so much.  You stepped out further, looking down at the fall beneath you.

“Help” You whispered softly, almost able to hear the echo of your voice bouncing down what must be a hundred foot drop.  You could see your breath hang in the air before dissipating.  You choked down a thick swallow, trying to fathom the horrid idea that crossed your mind.

This fall would end your suffering.

“Y/N!” Stiles screamed, hands cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice as he sprinted faster than he ever has through the woods.  He knew you had to have come here.  

In the five minutes he left you in the living room alone while he’d gone to the kitchen, you had taken off.  When Stiles walked back to the couch, you were nowhere to be found, and the front door wide open.  He’d instantly contacted the entire pack and now they were scouring through the Preserve in search of you.  He could hear Scott and Malia howling in the distance.

Y/N PLEASE!” Stiles’ voice strained and cracked, but he didn’t care.  He just kept screaming at the top of his lungs as he ran.  The burn in his legs and stomach didn’t even matter, he didn’t care if he even puked he wouldn’t stop running in search of you.  The light of his flashlight bounced off the ground and trees, his arms moving frantically.

He was in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking like an idiot screaming and sobbing as he sprinted like there was no tomorrow through the woods, but he just didn’t care.


You spun your head, your chest heaving as you squinted to see a light flashing around in the distance of trees.

“Stiles?” You whispered, trying to see what was coming towards you at a rapid speed.  When you didn’t hear another frantic scream, you turned back towards the ridge, your feet barely shuffling forwards.  You had to do this, you’d put everyone out of their misery, including yourself.  It’d be over fast, enough that you wouldn’t feel a single ounce of pain upon impact.  You had to do this

“Y/N!” You sucked in a breath, spinning around to see Stiles there, a mere ten feet away.  “y/n I need you to listen to me-”

“Don’t try to talk me out of this” You said, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.  Stiles nodded, holding out both of his hands in a form of surrender.

“I won’t” He whispered.  “But if you’re going to do this, I need you to know something” He told you, and waited for some form of response.  You only nodded.  “This, isn’t you” He said.

You opened your mouth to protest but didn’t get the chance to speak.  

“And I would know, because I know you better than anyone else, hell, I know you better than you know you, fact” He said, shooting his hand down in frustration.  “I know that you’re always tired, no matter what.  I know that you can’t have breakfast right after you wake up because you don’t get hungry for a while and you want to enjoy the meal to it’s fullest.  I know that you like to have the windows down in the car, even when it’s frickin’ ten degrees out.  I know as much as you say you hate it you love watching Star Wars, and I know you’ll never admit it to me for the sake of the argument.  I know that you have the brightest smile in Beacon Hills, even though we haven’t seen it in a while.  I know you’re afraid of the dark but you refuse to get any form of nightlight because you don’t want to succumb to the fear, you want to move on from it.  I know that you had a crush on Theo before he went bat shit crazy and tried to tear apart the pack, and I know what your feeling before you know what you’re feeling”

You blinked, your lips parted as new tears settled in your eyes.

“But damnit y/n,” Stiles stepped closer, and you didn’t stop him.  “If I lose you today without telling you that I know all these things because I’m hopelessly in love with you, then I will deliver myself to Theo and beg for him to rip me apart” He sighed heavily as you began crying in front of him.

Stiles continued, noticing how you were actually expressing feeling.  Even if it appeared to be sadness, at least it wasn’t your blankness.

“I know you were the ones who threw eggs at Jackson’s house when he beat me up freshman year, and I know you confessed to my Dad as soon as he was looking for the perp who’d done it.  I know you guys promised each other to keep your identity a secret if you promised not to let it happen” He confessed, and your eyes widened with surprise that he’d known the truth.  “He never told me, I wasn’t eavesdropping, I just know” Stiles took one more small step forwards, going unnoticed by you.  “I know you get scared sometimes that you’ll be replaced by Scott, and I know when Lydia came into the picture, you were terrified, but you never told me”

I wanted to, your voice caught in your throat.  I wanted to tell you how afraid I was.

“I know you’re not sleep cuddling when you grab on to me during sleepovers.  I know you’re awake and that you wrap yourself completely around me so that you can sleep”

Stiles was close enough that if he extended his arm, he could touch you.

“y/n, if you do this, I will never be able to do anything I’ve dreamed of doing” Stiles admitted.  “I’ll never be able to muster the courage to ask you out, I’ll never be able to take you to some fancy restaurant and tell you how gorgeous you look, I’ll never be able to kiss you or hold you, I’ll never be able to wake up with you in my arms and just lay and tell you how much you mean to me.  I’ll never be able to drop on a knee one day and ask you to be mine forever, even though forever just isn’t quite enough time for me to have with you”

“I- all I’m doing is hurting you” You choked out to him finally.  “I don’t wanna hurt you anymore, I care about you too much to put you through this-”

“Then don’t do it” Stiles took a long stride forward, and you hesitantly shuffled backwards.  If you did so again, you’d wobble of the ledge.  “Come here, let me take you home” He whispered softly, and held out his hands to you.  “Let me warm you up and we can talk, we can talk about anything you want” He said, and you stared at his open palm, your fingers itching to grab onto it.

“I’m broken Stiles” You mumbled.  “I don’t know how to fix me”

He crossed the space between you, grabbing your hand in his, holding your small and cold hand between both of his,  He brought it to his lips and placed a kiss in your palm.

“Let me help you” He whispered, and after a second of staring at him, you nodded your head shakily.

“Okay” Your voice cracked as tears streamed down your cheeks.  “Okay” You sobbed, and as you moved towards him he embraced you tightly, pulling you as far back from the ledge as he could before he couldn’t move anymore, just wanted to stand and hold you.  Your hands were fisted into the collar of his hoodie, your face buried in it.  Stiles’ hands were running through your hair and rubbing your back so quickly, the fear of almost losing you still settled in his bones.

“Don’t ever do that again” He said, kissing your cheek and head a few quick times as he rocked you side to side, one of his arms tightening around your waist.  “You scared me so bad- I don’t know what I would’ve done without you y/n I can’t- I can’t do anything without you” Your hands released his shirt to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, then delve up and grip to the longer strands, pulling your face off of him to stare up into his eyes with your tear filled ones.

“I won’t” You said, pulling him down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, like it was a normal thing for the two of you to do, then hug him tightly again.  Stiles gripped onto you, not even having the time to bask in the taste of your soft lips against his.  He didn’t have the time for that, he was still focused on the relief of having you in his arms.

“Come on, we’re going home” He whispered in your hair.

you are BEAUTIFUL and you are WORTH IT!
and if you ever think otherwise, dm me.  bc you’re amazing.  and i will prove it to you.  i also like making friends 

xoxo ~ jordie

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Park Attack” 

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, & Reader

Author’s Note: This series is my baby. It will be broken up by years, and currently I’m writing well into their Sophomore year. I hope you all enjoy it. 

Summary: AU where Stiles’ “vision” happened and everyone ended up going to school near each other. Stiles and Scott live together and go to school at University of California at Berkeley. They think that they have escaped the supernatural drama that engulfs Beacon Hills on a daily basis, at least during the school year, until one night in the middle of January, they happen upon a girl fighting two grown men in a park.

Chapter One - Chapter Two

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

“I don’t know.” Scott said defeatedly, as he walked from campus to his apartment with his best friend since childhood. “I knew that it was a long shot, but I really thought that going back home for Christmas would, I don’t know, rekindle it or something. Now, I just don’t think it’s gonna happen, Stiles.”

“I know, buddy it’s rough, girls suck, Scott. I swear to god, I am done with them.” Scott chuckled at Stiles’ proclamation. “Don’t laugh at me, asshole. I’m serious, Lydia and I imploded, and while I do think that we are better off as friends, I don’t even want to look at another girl anytime soon.”

“I feel you… All this stuff with Kira, all of this back and forth, on and off.. Honestly?…It makes me really miss Allison…” Scott stared at the pavement under his feet, as he admitted the feeling that had been plaguing him for months.

“Scott, I think we should just go to parties and meet new girls and be regular college freshman, who aren’t moping over girls that we can never have.” Stiles replied, as he gripped Scott’s shoulder, grabbing his attention from his shoes.

“I thought you were swearing off all girls?” Scott smirked.

Stiles stopped in place and stared Scott straight in the eyes, deadpan, he said, “I meant for right now. I’m not trying to go back to being a virgin, Scott. Don’t be stupid.”

Scott laughed and they continued walking. “I don’t know what I was thinking…”

In the distance they heard a scream that stopped them in their tracks.

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this starts where 2x20 ends

Alec finally felt like he could breathe again. Walking with his arm around Magnus, headed home, the world was right again. This was how things were meant to be. The stress of war, the anxiety over the well-being of his parabatai, all his depression and heartache disappeared with the familiar touch of Magnus’s hand on the small of his back. A dreamy haze settled in its place.

Magnus leaned on Alec as they walked, as if he couldn’t consider himself close enough to Alec unless he’d made his best attempt to crawl inside him. For the first time in days, a genuine smile lit up Alec’s whole face. He leaned down to kiss his boyfriend’s forehead as they turned onto the street where they lived. This earned him a delighted little hum from the warlock.

To his credit, Alec made it all the way in the door before he was pulling Magus’s face to his. With their foreheads pressed together and their lips just centimeters apart, Alec took a moment to ground himself. To listen as their breaths began to sync.  Feel Magnus’s hair under his fingers. Eyes closed, he inhaled the scent that was intensely Magnus: his sweat, his magic, his lavender and sandalwood shampoo.

“Not to be pushy, Alexander,” Magnus interrupted him. “But, are you going to kiss me and take me to bed or are we going to stand in the doorway staring at each other all night.”

 Alec was not in the business of denying Magnus; so he pulled his beloved closer and kissed him, soft and sweet and full of emotion. He kissed Magnus til he felt dizzy and his limbs started shaking. He kissed his boyfriend til it filled his entire body with…


Alec stumbled away from Magnus, leaning on the breakfast bar for support. The entire loft spun around him. Distantly, he thought he heard his boyfriend call his name, but the roaring in his ears left him unable to make out any other sound. Fire raced through his blood as his vision started to blur. He fell to the ground, bringing one of the bar stools with him.

“Magnus,” he managed between ragged breaths.

And there he was. With his hands on Alec’s shoulders, desperately calling his name. Alec felt the familiar warmth of Magnus’s magic wash over him. His head cleared.The pain subsided, though not completely. He still felt panicked but even that was fading. He took a deep breath and looked up at the warlock who was holding him, looking distraught.

“Alexander?” Magnus pleaded. “Please answer me.”

“I think it’s Jace,” Alec told him, getting up.

Magnus pulled him back down. “You’re in no condition to be going anywhere.”

“Magnus,” Alec protested.

“We’re staying here,” Magnus said forcefully. “You need rest.”

“Jace needs me.” Tears started burning in his eyes. He hated how pathetic it probably made him look but this was his brother, his parabatai. “I’ve already lost him once today.”

Magnus looked away. “I’ll call Clary. If Jace does need you, we’ll go back.”

“Thank you,” Alec whispered.

Magnus got up and made his phone call from their bedroom, presumably so he could control what Alec would hear.

By the time he came back, Alec was feeling normal again. He’d gotten up and set the stool back up. He leaned against the wall, waiting for Magnus to speak, for better or worse. 

“Clary said Jace is a bit somber, maybe still a little shaken, but otherwise okay.”

Alec nodded. “I don’t know what all that was then.”

“Well,” Magnus looked him over, “you look like you haven’t slept in days and we were just at war a few hours ago, so I’d say anxiety and exhaustion are a good guess.”

“I could use another drink,” Alec admitted, knowing Magnus was right.

That made the warlock smile. “Why don’t you go run us that bath I was talking about and I’ll make us drinks.

Alec grinned back at his boyfriend as he pushed himself up off the wall. He watched Magnus shrug off his coat and roll up his sleeves as he made his way to the bathroom.

And Alexander,” Magnus added.

“Hmmm?” Alec stopped.

Magnus closed the distance between them and kissed Alec gently. “It’s good to have you home.”

And We’re Live

Tom Holland! Peter Parker x Reader 

Author: Cosmo  |   Edited by: Grae

Word Count: 1622   |    Warnings: brief mention of mugging, kinda long (sorry!)

Summary: Every blogger wants to get recognized, but no one knows what secrets you’ll dig up in the process.

A/N: Reader is kind of based on Alya from Miraculous Lady Bug. This kind of has potential to be a multi-part story so uhh comment if you want a part 2!!!

“3,2,1…and we’re live in New York City!” A cheerful, yet out of breath voice called out of view of a shifty cell phone camera pointed at the sky. “I’ve got something amazing to show you all-” Inhaling deeply the camera focused on the sky finally. A red and blue blob appearing in the sky, “our one and only Spider-man” very shakily the camera zoomed in on the blob and focused seconds after. Showing the spider themed hero zipping across the city. “This is amazing..oh, oh my god!” As the hero started to disappear, the image of the recording started to bounce rapidly and footsteps were heard on the payment chasing after the hero. A few seconds later- the image cut off.

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Hide Me

Fred Weasley x Reader

You walked through the quiet Hogwarts grounds, well they were quiet. Before you heard a certain Weasley twin tearing towards you.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled.

You cringed, Fred was your best friend. Hell, sometimes you felt something a bit more than that. But, never mind, something was up and you didn’t like what was about to happen. You turned around and saw the lanky red-head sprinting toward you. Unmistakably Fred, though many people have mixed the two up.

“(Y/N), love, darling friend of mine, do you mind doing me a tiny favor?” He placed his hands together in a pleading motion.

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Title: A Proper Thank You

anonymous requested: Could I ask for a Negan imagine please :) based on how I appear, green eyes, dark almost black hair, and pale skin and can the reader be called Laura (not my name but similar) can the reader be underestimated by the saviours (because she’s like 21) she saves negans life with her amazing killing and shooting skills and Negan repays her with smut?

Character(s): Negan and Laura (original female character)
Summary: An underestimated, young Savior saves Negan’s life and he repays her the only way he knows how.
Word Count: 2,568
Warning: SMUT!
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who requested this! I love it when someone saves Negan’s ass, even more so that it’s a young woman who is just as badass. It’s awesome! Makes him more human and less invincible like he makes himself out to be lmao. So, I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for sending it in! :-)

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anonymous asked:

Headcannon as to how Revali, Sidon, Teba, and Kass would react to seeing their s/o running from a distance yelling "ALL I DID WAS TOUCH IT AND IT CAME TO LIFE" and behind the s/o comes a guardian chasing after them LOL

How the boys react to s/o running from a guardian


  • Revali wasn’t even aware you had disappeared until your screaming became audible
  • He was alert and went to your aid, but stopped when he saw you scrabbling down a hill
  • His eyes pop out of his head seeing a Guardian chasing after you
  • Revali rolls his eyes as you scream your head off dodging the beams
  •  He stands off to the side inspecting his feather tips, “Mm.” Well, he was going to help you, but for the comment he’ll make you suffer a tad.
  •  “REVALI!!!”
  •  He sighs and easily flies you away from danger
  •  But he doesn’t ever lets you live it down
  • Especially the fact he had to save you
  •  “[Name] was screaming their little head off, and was practically begging for my help. It was not exertion on my part as that decrepit piece of scrap could not keep up with my aerial talents.”


  • Not sure where there is this elongated noise was coming from, but when he looked down to his side he realized you were not with him as he thought.
  •  The screaming is loud as a temple bell, and Sidon looks over to the horizon and see a speck running towards him.
  •  Is able to distract the guardian allowing you to get away while he jumps in the river in the knick of time, barely missing a shot at him
  • Quickly makes sure the coast is clear, and finds you hiding behind a boulder
  •  “What were you thinking, droplet!?”
  •  You look at him sheepishly “Okay, in my defense; I thought the thing was broken.”


  • Doesn’t even hear you screaming while he’s off in his own world
  • Until you collide with him
  •  Now he’s glaring at you on the ground, but is confused by your alarmed face
  •  “It wasn’t me!” You screamed in his face and quickly sped off
  •  He makes an attempt to go after you when he notices a red sphere on his chest
  •  His eyes widen and takes to the sky and has to dodge attacks from guardians
  • He sees you’ve taken refuge in a crack in a cliff and Teba swoops in
  • but you scream at him as he shoves himself on top of you in the narrow space
  •  “It’s wasn’t you, huh?” His gruff voice scolds you.
  •  “It did it all on its own, I am innocent.”


  • He was harmonizing with his accordion, but had to stopped hearing an odd noise
  •  But the odd sound he heard was not coming from his instrument, but off in the distance
  •  He casually looks over his shoulder and makes out your form in the distance,
  •  Kass is ecstatic and hadn’t seen you in a while and makes his way to you
  • But when he is half way to you, he realizes you’re not running to him, but away from something
  • You bypass him as fast you can “RUNAWAYKASS!”
  •  He was perturbed as he watch your form disappears behind a row of trees and feels the ground vibrate
  •  He looks behind him and feels himself pale under his feathers. “Oh dear.”
  •  Before the guardian spots him he flies into the air and makes his way over to the trees you hid behind.
  •  “[Name]!” He harshly whispers, “What have you gotten into while I have been away?!”
  •  “I do not want you to go against it, I am simply-”
  •  “Kass, I love you and you can berate me all you want later, but get me outta here!”
  •  He is able to fly you two away without being spotted
  • But like you said, you allowed him to chew your ear off.
  • At least you knew it was because he is concerned.

anonymous asked:

Hey Mama, is it okay if I request some HC's for Demigod!Kuroo? How would he tell his Human!SO about him being a Demigod? And how would he introduce them to his mom especially when they are a fan of Athena because she's a badass heavenly being. (Athena is my favorite goddess period and having Kuroo as her son is 💯‼️) Please and thank you. P.S Lana is the goddess of writing smut. 😏

The Demigod AU will always be my favourite AU. Hopefully you enjoy these headcanons. :) But I like bing the Goddess of Smut, this title suits me well. I’ve taken several quizzes which all points to Zeus being my Godly parent. I think that’s about right and considering that he enjoys sexual pleasures, he’d be proud of having a daughter that is the Goddess of Smut. ;)

-Admin Lana

How He Tells You He’s a Demigod

  • Honestly, Kuroo hadn’t really planned out on how he would break the news that he was a demigod. He figured it’d come out sooner or later, which it did. Except not in the way he would have liked.
  • He had planned on taking you out on a quiet date to a lake with a promise to treat you to a wonderful picnic lunch he created by himself. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t get the chance to even open the basket before disaster struck.
  • Neither of you noticed the unusual ripples in the water, figuring it was simply the marine life that lived in it. It gradually grew larger and larger until the creature made itself known. Just as luck would have it, it was a damn Cetus.
  • You let out an ear-shattering scream, scrambling to run as you tugged Kuroo’s arm in an effort to escape. But he didn’t seem to budge as an expression of fierce determination morphed on his features. Maybe this was all a weird dream, but you were pretty sure that the creature charging at you was very real. 
  • And so was Kuroo’s sword as he struck off an arm. You were in shock at this point. Nothing made sense anymore. A creature out of Greek Mythology had quite literally appeared on your date, and your lover was now wielding a sword.
  • He screams at you to run and you did just that, hiding in the distance as you watched the battle unfold. It was strange, Kuroo moved with lithe and precision as if this wasn’t the first time he’s battled such a creature. If anything this was a part of his daily routine. It didn’t take too long before he defeated the monster, leaving with hardly a scratch. There were so many questions running through your mind, Kuroo could tell. But first he had to get you out of here and to a safer place.
  • It isn’t until you’re in his apartment where ehe sits you down with a steaming mug of jasmine tea, allowing you to ask anything that comes to mind and he’ll answer as truthfully as possible. 
  • “What the hell was that, and what the hell are you? There’s no way any human being could have even had a chance of doing what you did?”
  • He was silent for a moment as if debating something, but he knew his mother would scold him if he lied now. You knew too much as it was. Time to come clean lest he want to put you in more danger. “I guess it’s time you know the truth. I’m not quite human, but rather a demigod.”
  • Laughter was the first response that bubbled from your throat which quickly died out when he remained with a serious expression. Kuroo was not joking. Naturally you asked whom he was the child to, excitement and curiosity rising within you. If this all turned out to be true, that means that Greek Mythology was true, not made up stories. You always loved learning about the Greek Gods and Goddesses. Your lover knew too about your interest in myths, more specifically in Athena. You were going to have a field day when he told you.
  • “My mother happens to be the Goddess of Wisdom. I take it you know her?” He was teasing you with that smirk, but you could hardly register anything past the sentence he just uttered. The Goddess you most admired was your boyfriend’s mother? Well this changes everything.

Meeting His Mother

  • You were nervous, actually beyond that. You were terrified. It wasn’t an everyday experience where you get to meet your boyfriend’s mother who happens to be Athena? Athena for Olympia’s sake! No amount of research nor reading “How to Get a Goddess to Like You” wiki articles could prepare  you for this moment.
  • Kuroo laughed at how flustered you were, but it was understandable. To make matters less intimidating he managed to get his mother into the human realm for a while, knowing full well that if any of the other Gods/Goddesses were present, you’d faint.
  • “What if she doesn’t approve of me?” was the main question that left your mouth in the time spent waiting for her arrival, but Kuroo constantly reassured you that she’d love you. Besides, you were quite dedicated to her.
  • A knock resounded at the door and you wanted nothing more than to scream and cry. This was not real life, this was not happ- A powerful firm voice rang through the air as Kuroo opened the door, greeting the visitor with a hug and kiss to the cheek. This WAS happening!
  • Kuroo sent you a wink as he entered the living room, a tall figure following behind him. A feeling of awe filled every inch of your body as your eyes settled on the literal Goddess in front of you. She was tall and beautiful, radiating intelligence and authority like no other. You weren’t sure whether to bow or shake her hand, but she answered your question as she opened up her arms for an embrace.
  • You wanted to melt into her arms, burning this memory into your mind for a lifetime. You were in the arms of such an amazing being, it was almost ethereal.
  • “You must be ______, I presume. Kuroo speaks so highly of you, it’s a pleasure to meet the woman he’s so smitten with.” Athena spoke, a gentle smile withered into her features, Kuroo shooting her a sheepish glare. It was so strange to be having a normal conversation with her, but you felt comfortable with how down-to-earth she was. 
  • You wanted to ask several questions like what were the other Gods/Goddesses like, what was Olympus like, etc, but you didn’t want to bombard her with questions. You had to keep it cool. So of course the first thing to come out of your mouth was, “What was Kuroo like as a child? He never shows me any pictures.”
  • Athena took an instant liking to you, more than delighted to show you childhood pictures and embarrass her son a little bit. It may not have been too fun for the demigod, but it was lovely seeing his two most beloved women in his life getting along so well.
The First Time - Tommy Shelby

Request: Can I request Tommy seeing is child for the first time.

The First Time - Tommy Shelby

You sat on the bench in the train station. The station was full of families waiting for the train of young men to roll in from France. Polly stood with Ada near the rails, trying to see down into the distance. Finn had fallen asleep on the bench and you volunteered to sit with him. On your lap was a sleeping three year old, his face pressed against your chest as you gentle bounced him. You were glad to be sitting away from the rails as your nerves were out of control.  

Just before the call for soldiers rang through Small Heath you had gone to Polly’s early in the morning. She had been up but the boys were all sleeping. You told her that you needed to talk to Tommy, that it was urgent. You stood out on the stoop when she went in to wake him. Even today, almost four years later, you could remember the way he’d come outside half dressed, groggy from sleep.  

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Don’t leave me (FiliXReader)

A request for @birdy-blue123

Hope you like it, please contact me and let me know if this is what you were wanting xxx

You look up from the book you’re reading as the door swings open and Fili walks in looking somber and pained. His knuckles are white as they tightly clench around his coat in his hand, and his eyes are fixed on the floor in front of him.

Seeing your precious fiance in such a state fills you with fear and you stand quickly in concern. “My light, what troubles you?”

As your voice reaches his ears, Fili immediately calms and his grip around his coat softens. His gaze lifts and rests on your face. You watch his eyes soften and his coat drop carelessly to the ground. He hurriedly walks forward and pulls you into him. One of his arms wraps around your waist and his other rests against your back as his hand gently pushes your head into his shoulder. Fili buries his face into your shoulder and breathes in deeply.

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First Kiss: Chenle


Anon: Do a first kiss with chenle please. But fluffy and cute.😘

This was quite cute to write, so I hope you like this! Than you to the anon who gave me the inspiration for this aWe bless :’-)

Originally posted by nctinfo

  • Right, so this is gonna be quite fluffy and so please bear with me lmao
  • This is gonna be inspired from the Switch music video, idea curtesy of anon who suggested this idea lmao
  • So you had been friends with Chenle for a very long time
  • You had known him ever since you were a toddler when you fell over and toddler-Chenle came to you, kissed your knee better and tried to make you laugh
  • Ever since then, you two had been joined at the hip
  • You were dubbed twins by the older members but a part of you had these underlying feelings for Chenle
  • At first, you thought it was just because of admiration for him - he was an idol at such a young age and you were so proud of him
  • But then you realised that it was more than that
  • It wasn’t like you actively tried to hide your crush from him but you didn’t try to make it obvious either
  • You were happy to just be with him, and that was the main thing for you, not if you had a label and were an item
  • So one summer afternoon you were hanging out with the NCT members in a massive park
  • You were close to all the members and they all felt like older brothers to you
  • The weather was damp and humid, and of course, boys being boys, they got irritated by the heat very quickly
  • You suggested a water gun fight, gesteruring in the direction of a small convenience store near by
  • Immediately they started cheering, delight in their faces
  • Ten and Chenle started jumping around like fools already trying to gather money from the other members to buy some water guns
  • After they had been bought, the members decided to take things one step further and have teams 
  • Taeyong delegated the members into 2 teams, the black team and the white team
  • White team: Taeyong, Ten, Yuta, Taeil, Haechan, Jeno, Chenle, WinWin, Kun
  • Black team: Hansol, Mark, Jaemin, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Renjun, Jisung, Y/N
  • Unluckily for you, you were on a different team to Chenle, armed with a water gun and a piece of black rag around your arm
  • It was decided that everyone would have 5 minutes to run and hide before the game properly started 
  • And immediately you ran in the opposite direction toward a large oak tree in the distance 
  • You watched from your safe spot as the other guys ran off, screaming in delight and shouting insults to one another jokingly
  • Since you had hidden yourself quite well and quite easily, you moved back behind the tree and sat down, waiting for the 5 minutes to be over
  • It was cool and shady, and you watched some other people strolling around the park and relaxing
  • Suddenly you feel a squirt of cold water on your shoulder and you jump, gasping at the coldness 
  • A hand covers your mouth and your eyes widening until you here a a giggle and soothing voice reassure you 
  • “Y/N! Calm down! Gosh…”
  • Chenle’s voice instantly relieves you and you sign in relief, when he takes his hand off 
  • He sits beside you, stretching his legs out next to yours and leaning back on the tree behind you
  • Staring at him in shock, you shuffle away, hitting his shoulder for scaring you like that
  • If it was anyone else, you would’ve been fuming, saying that this was your hiding spot and to go away
  • But this was Chenle, your crush, and despite being on the opposite team for this game, you were glad he was there
  • “What are you doing here, Chenle? We’re on different teams”, you questioned the boy beside you, who was playing with his water gun and checking if he had enough water in it
  • He shrugs, suggesting he didn’t really have a reason to be here and to basically just accept that he was there
  • “Relax, Y/N, the game hasn’t even started yet”, he laughs at you, pushing you gently back against the tree in attempt to make you more comfortable and relaxed
  • Humming in response, you do sit back, watching quietly as he continues to fiddle with his water gun, occasionally shooting water to see how far he could get the water to land
  • You giggle when he turns the gun on himself and pretends to shoot himself, pulling weird and crazy faces and smiling fondly when you laugh at him
  • Eventually he calms down, and you two are left in a quiet silence
  • You just sit there, shoulder to shoulder, watching people walk by in front of you, listening to the wind whistling and the sun shining
  • You hear the other members starting to scream and you peer from behind the tree to see them all running about, shooting water at one another and laughing
  • Standing up, you brush off your clothes and pick up your water gun, preparing to step out and into the action
  • However, a hand stops you abruptly and you turn back to see Chenle standing up with you, shaking his head slightly
  • “No! Don’t go yet! I mean, let’s stay here and surprise them when they’re least expecting it, yeah?“ 
  • Chenle said suddenly, blushing afterwards
  • You stutter out an okay, not really understanding why he wanted to do this but then again, it did sound like a good plan
  • Leaning back on your heels, you smile at Chenle and his awkwardness
  • He avoids your gaze and gulps, moving closer to you slightly but then retreating back again
  • At this point, you start to get weirded out, unable to understand what he was doing 
  • You sigh and stretch your neck, turning your head back to Chenle to ask when you two should go back to the game and play
  • But, instead you feel a pair of soft lips on yours, making you gasp and shut your eyes instinctively
  • Chenle steps back, looking at you innocently and waiting for your reaction
  • Your fingers reach to touch your lips, and you can still find the coldness and softness of his lips on yours 
  • Since you don’t say anything for a while, Chenle’s face starts to fall and he clumsily picks up this water gun, muttering an apology and walking away sadly
  • Your fingers lace with his before he has the opportunity to walk away and you awkwardly tug him back, quietly saying "stay”
  • He looks at your interlocked hands, and smiled back up at you, wiggling his eyebrows as if to say “ooooooh skin contact!" 
  • Rolling your eyes, you giggle alone before moving closer to the shy boy and pecking him on the lips again
  • Well it wasn’t a peck but it wasn’t a very big intense kiss for obvious reasons lmao
  • His touches your cheek softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear
  • It was a really sweet and calm moment, and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach
  • You literally couldn’t believe you were kissing the same boy who kissed your knee when you fell over years before, who grew up with you, succeeded as an idol and and was your best friend
  • To you, it was like a dream that you never wanted to leave
  • He had never been this delicate and soft around you, and it just melted your heart
  • But before you could pull away or savour the moment even more, you two were drenched in water
  • Chenle jumps back, screaming at the coldness of the water and glaring at the rest of the members who had all shot water at the pair of you at the same time
  • They didn’t seem angry or bothered that they had just caught you two kissing, but rather laughed airily at your shocked faces
  • Chenle raised an eyebrow at you, briefly looking down at your water gun then to the members, and gave you a nod
  • You grab your water gun and immediately turn on the members, laughing as you shoot them with water and they run away
  • Basically it’d be quite cute and brief because thIs is chenLE WHO IS TEO YEARS OLD AND SHOULDNT BE KISSING PEOPLE UNTIL HE’S MARRIED OK

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The Light Behind Your Eyes (Pt.2)

Originally posted by bucksstan

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Summary: It’s your first mission with Bucky, and things take an unexpected turn.

Warnings: angst - language

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N:A/N: Thank you all so much for your feedback! I wasn’t sure how to write this part of the fic, and I’ve never written from a different P.O.V than the reader’s, so here’s my go at Bucky! There will be a few more parts in this series, but I’m still taking requests! Hope ya like it!

Read part one HERE!

Bucky’s P.O.V

B-Bucky,” Y/N’s voice crackles through the comm. I was just about to clear another room when the voice came through, making me pause in my tracks.

“Y/N?” No response. “Y/N, a-are you okay?” The other end of the line was only the gentle buzzing of feedback. Fuck.

I take off down the hall from the direction I had come from and into the hallway Y/N disappeared into, calling out her name again. My boots swiftly skid into the first room of the hallway, and I only find a broken lamp and other garbage Y/N must’ve cleared earlier. I whip out of the room and charge down the hall, stopping a few feet from the next doorway. Weird markings and signs of struggling were imprinted in the dust and debris blanketing the ground. Blazing fear begins to build in my stomach. Looking down the hall in both directions, my brain is overcome with a million different scenarios of what could’ve happened.

Y/N!” It’s impossible to hide my panic.

Nothing but silence. The tracks in the dust lead into the room just ahead of me, but a movement at the end of the hallway catches my attention out of the corner of my eye, and I immediately take off, my heart pounding frantically.

“Y/N!” I call out for her again. Every cell in my body desperately hopes that it’s her - that she’s just carrying out the mission like it was planned. But something at the back of my mind continues to doubt that it’s her.

Freezing, dusty air stings my lungs as my breathing intensifies, becoming heavier as the panic continues to spread to every inch of my body. I couldn’t stop looking for her, and I know the worry and panic won’t subside until I find her - until she can be back in my arms. There are no doorways down the rest of the hall, and eventually, I’ve run so deep into the bowels of the building, there are no more windows, and the light disappears. Shadows envelop my vision, making it harder to be aware of my surroundings. I turn a corner and see a faint, dark outline of a figure approximately ten yards away. It’s far too large to be Y/N.

Hey!” My voice shakes with a violent anger. The figure takes off down the hall, and I somehow will my legs to pound harder, carrying me faster. I’m running so fast that I almost stumble over my own feet. Tears begin to blur my vision as the thought of losing Y/N overrides my emotions, and I lose control. I reach to my belt, unsheathing a small knife. My arms pump quicker as my feet pound against the hard floor. The target rounds a corner, and I follow, spotting them only a few yards away. I hurl the knife in their direction. The blade sinks into their calf, and they start to stumble, releasing a loud, pain-filled cry. I launch forward, tackling them to the ground and landing on top of them. It’s hard to see, but a thin veil of light is cast around us through a hole in the ceiling. It’s a man. His eyes are sunken and wild, separated by a hawk nose. The features of his face are rough and wrinkles pull at the corners of his eyes.

“Where is she,” I hiss through my teeth.

“I don’t know what you’re -,” my fist pounds into his face. A little splash of blood flies out of his mouth.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, and if you don’t tell me where she is, I swear to God,” I pause, a heavily breathing. “I’ll kill you,” I draw another knife from the holster on my thigh and press it up against his neck. The blade makes a small cut, and a thin trail of blood slowly trickles down the side of his neck, disappearing into his hair.

“Тогда убей меня, солдат,” he spits. I can feel specks of warm blood land on my face. Then kill me, soldier. My breath catches in my throat. I stare at him, and the only thing my mind can focus on is Y/N.

“Last chance,” my voice trembles. A wicked smile breaks across the man’s face.

“You’ve grown soft, soldier,” he grossly laughs. “She’s ours now.”

I stand, my feet planted on the ground on each side of his body. Towering over him, I calmly bring my hand to the gun holster on my belt and feel the cool metal of the gun on my palm. I slide the gun into my hand, aim, and don’t even flinch as the bang! ricochets off the cement walls.

I had pulled up the map of the building, sulking down the endless hallways until I reached an exit. I step back out into the snow and merciless weather. Tire tracks run through the snow and fade off into the distance. My legs give out under me, and I slouch back against the wall behind me. I throw my head back and unleash a piercing scream that ignites a fire in my throat. A few black birds scatter from the trees and fly off into the darkening sky.

Y/N’s in trouble, and I couldn’t save her.

The sandwich I had eaten before we landed threatens to come up, and my body heaves.

I had scanned the terrain before we even landed and it was clear. The building was supposed to be fucking clear! After my encounter with the man in the hall, I had tried to call Steve from inside one of the rooms, but the reception was cut off. Now that I’m outside, I decide to pull out my cell and search for Steve’s contact.

The line rings three times before he picks up.

“Bucky?” His voice crackles through the phone. “How’d the mission go? I’m surprised you’re done so-”

“She’s gone, Steve,” my voice is barely a whisper. “They…they got her.” A whimper escapes my lips, and I cover my mouth with the back of my hand. I manage to suck in a shaky breath. “She’s gone, and I…I couldn’t save her.” Fresh tears spill down my face against my will, and my body shudders as a sob erupts from my lungs.

“Buck…what are you talking about? H-hang on…Clint and Natasha are about an hour out from your location. They’re flying out in a few minutes,” Steve’s voice is shrouded in concern, and a hint of panic manages to snake its way in. “We’re going to figure this out. I promise. Just stay where you are and-,” I end the call, tossing my phone into the snow next to me.

Y/N is gone…and it’s all my fault.

Part Three

Tags: @buckyisloved  @dcandmarvelimagines @hollycornish @isaxhorror @superwholockian5ever @queendarkmuffin @awinterloveuniverse @randyortontattoos

Hard Headed

Prompt: Imagine overworking your powers because you’re afraid of disappointing Charles, bu because of that, you collapse when working with him

Pairing: Charles x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, probably

Notes: Thank you to @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms for inspiring me and letting me use these! And not beta’d so if it sucks, that’s why. Thank you for reading!


Laying in the warm sun on an open patch of the garden, with your eyes closed, you let your mind drift. You didn’t think about all the assignments due by the end of the week, how you missed your family, how your powers were enough to make you a freak but not enough to do anything. Every other student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was amazing. Everyone had a special power or mutation that made them helpful, powerful…meaningful. And here you were, a simple telepath with weak electricity manipulation. You could barely guess the number someone was thinking when they asked you to nor could you barely get a spark going. Your powers were found out when a guy pushed you in a pool a year ago in your second year of college and the thrill jolted your powers, causing everyone in the pool to be electrocuted. They were okay but you weren’t–you’d never be the same after that moment. The juice wasn’t strong enough to hurt anyone badly, just enough to jounce them.

Being that you were a telepath, the head professor, Charles Xavier, took to training you. It was the most daunting task you’d ever faced. He was handsome, clever, incredibly gifted and intelligent, and you were somehow supposed to focus on your weak powers around him. Charles had discovered that your telepath powers came at a much younger age but you didn’t realize it. All this time you thought knowing the things you did were commonplace. You always knew what you were getting for Christmas or for your birthday or what really happened to that pet goldfish of yours. You thought you just had an uncanny ability to tell when people were lying, but the actuality of it was you could some how feel the truth in their thoughts.

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Those who are Broken | Chapter One

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 1871

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

You turned to your side in bed, eyes closed, trying to sleep. About a minute or so later, you turned again. The sound of moans, screams, and grunts were the only thing you could hear in the silence you were wanting. Whoever your neighbor was fucking, they must be really good because all you could hear was a girl begging for more of whatever she was getting.

Groaning, you grabbed your pillow out from under you and placed it on your face. Maybe suffocating yourself would drown out the sex thrilled room next door. When you could still hear them, and they were getting louder, you let out a frustrated sigh and threw your pillow and blanket off you. You got out of bed and stomped over to the wall they were having sex against.

Banging your fist against the wall, you yelled, “Ditch school tomorrow and have sex all fucking day! I’m trying to sleep!”

Just seconds after you stopped banging your fist, a male voice was heard, along with their hand banging against the wall. “Fuck off,” he yelled.

You laughed in disbelief. “These mother—” Before you could leave your studio to yell at the neighbors, a bang was heard on their door. You listened quietly.

Whoever was outside was banging on your neighbor’s door rather loudly. “Hey you fucking horny shits, shut the fuck up!”

“He sounds super pissed,” you quietly mumbled.

The loud sex stopped, but followed angry voices and stomping. The door swung open followed by a male’s voice, “What the fuck do you want?”

“For you to shut the fuck up!” the other yelled back.

“Fuck off, buddy.” Then the door slammed. There was a second of silence before banging was heard again. It continued until the door opened again. “I told you—”

You heard a punch followed by a gasp by a female. “Shut up,” you heard the angry man said before storming off.

You heard the woman say something, but she was immediately interrupted by her lover yelling, “Don’t touch me!”

Letting out a triumphant smile, you walked back over to your bed, climbed in, and happily fell asleep.

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Jaime x Female Reader

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Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jaime and one night, when he’s on duty, you feel mischievous which results in an awkward conflict.

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\ Request from anonymous /

hello. could you please do some Jaime/female reader stuff? ^^ something cute and (a bit) smutty 😏 thank you💜 he is my bae

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I was dressed like a tuna fish and in Antarctica. Off in the distance was a group of penguins and they started running towards me like they were gonna eat me and they chased me off a cliff. As I fell to my death they screamed at me. Now I don’t watch Happy Feet before bed.