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A Subtle Crush (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Tom’s eyes veered away from his textbooks as he heard a collision in the hallway he was walking down. He was making his way down to Slughorn’s Potions class, when he witnessed this unexpected mishap.

A girl with (H/L) (H/C) haired had been accidentally bumped into by a boy, leading to papers and notebooks flying everywhere. Immediately, the girl bent down to help pick up everything.

“I’m so sorry!” the boy exclaimed, handing over the parchment that didn’t belong to him. “I wasn’t looking -”

“Don’t worry about it!” Her sweet voice replied, a bright smile on her face as she returned the boy’s things as well. Taking her stuff from him, she brushed off her robes and Tom took note of the house colours she wore. “It happens to everyone! Don’t feel bad. Are you okay?”

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How to become a good student (again) 1: Slow down to speed up

Hello, fellow ex-good-student! 

If you’re anything like me, you feel this immense pressure on your shoulders, yes? You want to be good, you want to succed, you want to know more, but somehow -… somehow it just ain’t enough to actually get you to do something? Until the very last minute, that is, when all the pressure comes rushing down like a waterfall?

Ah, or perhaps that stress has driven you over the edge and you have achieved the next stage: being so stressed that you’re oddly calm again and nothing really fazes you anymore? Perhaps you have cynically accepted that this is just who you are now? Perhaps you say:

But somehow you fail to say it proudly. Somehow you’re just really unhappy with the state of things, but feel like you don’t give enough of a fuck to really change anything? 
Yes? Well, then this is the post for you!

Let me start with three observations that are less obvious than you might think: 

1) “Naturally” good students (NGS, so people, like you and me, who didn’t have to learn how to be good at school, but kinda slipped into it) are good thinkers. 

2) Good thinkers like to think.

3) Good thinkers are trouble-shooters. 

Got these three ideas lined up? Alright, let’s move on.

These two attitudes above, where do you think they come from? I’d argue it’s disillusionment. 

See, when I got to uni, I thought it would be like school - just WAY better. That would mean professors who fit their programmes around me, personally, who help my mind become sharper by letting it battle against just the right problems and getting taught how to really get to the bottom of life, to face the really Big Ideas, the Final Problems, the Why is the universe the way it is?s.
Instead, it turns out, uni is like summer holidays - just WAY worse. No one fits anything to you, personally, no one picks out just the right problems, no one connects subjects in just the way you’d like it. You’re thrown into a maelstrom of ideas and it’s up to you to do whatever the hell you’d like with them. You’re on your own, but not in the hero vs. bad guy-way, but it in the loner in a crowd-way. 

You quickly realize, uni is just a slightly filtered version of life in all its random glory and sadness. And I think that any student, anywhere, can have this epiphany at any given moment. You don’t need uni to suddenly look life in the eye and be overwhelmed by how sublime, how overwhelmingly huge it is and to realize: There’s no end goal (we know of). Just loads of open ends. An overwhelming amount of open ends, really. 

Now, what do I mean when I say that NGS (”naturally” good students) are trouble-shooters? I mean that we’re good at working well within systems. 
We like to be fed input, to take it apart, to analyze it and to see how you could perfect it even further. That’s why so many of us are drawn to video games or TV series or fictional worlds with their own reward system. We like to figure out patterns. That’s also why we were so good at school - school is a fairly easy system. 
Once you’ve seen through which lessons will be important for a test, once you notice how teachers stress certain things more than others, once you notice you really only need to pay attention in class and you’ll spare yourself so much trouble, once you notice that doing your homework actually does help, once you notice these few pillars of school, you’re set, man. 

I’d like to compare this to thinking on two different levels: a life-level (where you actually do stuff) and a meta-level (where you think about doing the stuff). My preferred analogy for this is a cube.

Ideally, you first figure out the shape of the cube (meta-level) and, once you’re comfortably settled into the system, you work within it (life-level). I’d say that most people operate this way, but NGS are …a little obsessed with this. The basic idea is that the system must first be perfect (or perfectly understood) before it is implemented, so it runs smoothly.  
This is what I mean when I say we’re trouble-shooters. We detect the trouble ahead of time and pew, pew, pew. And, as I said, this works with video games. And books. And school. And subjects. But life? Life looks a little more like this:

No one’s (yet) succeeded to fit life into this box. 
“But”, a little voice inside you says, “But I can try!” (and another, more smug voice, says “And who’s to say I’m not the one to succeed anyway?”)
And, well, I’ve got good news for you! You’ve already tried! That’s why you’re here. In limbo. 

You and I both, we’ve tried to figure out the perfect recipe for life. We tried to figure out when to best get up, when to best go to sleep, what the perfect conditions for studying are, what best to study in the first place, what artsy pursuits to keep doing to flex creativity, but to also focus on practical things and how to figure out the whole family and friends-thing and schedule it somewhere in between and maybe write a book or two. You’ve tried to create the box. I’ve tried to create the box. We both failed.
Let me show you a highly artistic representation of what your brain has looked like lately: 

Okay, fine, I’ll invest a bit more time:

There, that’s your mind. Pulling in every single direction. Is it really a surprise that you’re not going anywhere? Y’know this meme?

Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Now, if you’re anything like me, you’ll have a whiny voice at the back of your head going “But picking fewer battles is defeat! I’m sure I’ll conquer it somehow!”
Well, then, let me mindslap you with the cold, hard truth: No. What you’re doing right now, that’s defeat. 


This is DEFEAT. You’re not going anywhere and you’re disrespecting yourself, your mind and the subjects you’re interacting with by spending a fraction of a thought on them. You’re just using them as stepping stones. They deserve better. You deserve better. That’s why you fail to say it proudly. You know that, at some point, you looked at the big, huge mess that is life, realized “I won’t figure this out” and said “Well, I’ll stop trying, I guess.”

I’ll talk more about this in my “Yearn for friendship”-post, but for now, the main take-away is:

You won’t be done with figuring out life any time soon.

So, don’t think “I want to be done with this.”

Think “I want to be doing this.”

Step out of the meta-level into the life-level. It’s okay not to perfectly understand life right now. You’ll figure it out.Trust me, you’ll figure it out. But only by doing things.

Because, see, NGS may be trouble-shooters, but the trouble-shooting isn’t the fun part. It’s the first step to entering a magical world with which you can interact, be it maths, or Middle Earth, or a birthday party. 
We like to think. 
And you’ve been depriving yourself of the fun of thinking by thinking you have to do it in a perfect way. 

“But what if it’s not perfect?”
That’s okay. You’ll get better. And something imperfect that’s striving to be good is always better than nothing at all. Some things you figure out by doing. Life is one of those things. Imagine you’re in a dark street and you want to illuminate it. You can either miserably sit in darkness and try to figure out a way to turn on all lights at once, or you can start with one and let the sight of snowflakes or petals welling up underneath it give you strength for the next. Allow yourself little successes. Allow yourself to have fun with imperfect things. Make the first step. Let it give you strength for the next.”

“But what if I lose time?”

“Be patient. Life will literally last all your life. This is as much time as you’re ever gonna get. Allow yourself to take this time and to take it slow. Again: think not about getting it done, but about the joy of doing it. Time spent doing the thing you love is never lost time. Put the pressure of your shoulders. Trust me, if you take it slow, your brain will speed up because it has breathing room.
Let me repeat this:
If you take it slow
your brain will speed up.

So, allow your brain to think like this:

(or at least like this:

Be patient. I cannot stress this enough. Be. Patient.
Time is not your enemy that you have to outrace. Time is your partner, whom you have to trust. Time helps you to grow. Time helps you to understand. Time literally helps you to BE. 
For me, the phrase that really struck a chord with me somehow was
I will grow as my hair did”, because it a) shows how long it can take for tiny changes to become visible, and how b) they do become visible in the end.)

“But I don’t want to completely lose my grip on the meta-level! I don’t just want to blindly run into one direction!”

“I get you. So did I. So here’s what I did: I made a pact with myself. 
On the 25th of every month (because my birthday is on the 25th, but pick whichever day you like best), I ascend to the meta-level and critically assess my own situation. 
I exit the cube and check if I like what the cube looks like right now. 
No? Okay, time to introduce some big changes. 
Yes? Okay, carry on as before. 
I actually wrote down basic rules for what life in the cube looks like (when to do laundry, etc.), so I wouldn’t have to worry about it during the month and let me tell you, it works great. During the month, I just let my mind slice and dice away (I’ll talk more about the mind as a weapon in the next post) and once a month, I check if I like the results. For me, at least, it’s the perfect arrangement. 

So, be patient. And watch Hyouka - it’s about this very struggle and the MC slowly realizes that, sometimes, it’s worth to spend energy, mind-power and time on certain things. Some things… just take time. And that’s okay.

Grow as your hair does.

(Here’s the masterpost for all the posts in this series: x)

(Part 2)

anonymous asked:

36, 18, 9 with 40s!Bucky pretty please? THANK YOU! (from @mindingmyownbusiness) So glad to see you writing again!

(@mindingmyownbusiness I hope you like itttt and all the 1940s Bucky gifs i used, too.)

You were easily Bucky’s favorite person.. Aside from Steve, anyway. Being that you were Steve’s little sister, it made sense, he thought. You and Steve were only a year and a half apart, so the three of you had always been inseparable. He loved how you always seemed to look on the bright side, and how you always managed to bring a smile to his and your brother’s faces. Bucky knew that you were one of a kind, and he wasn’t going to find another girl like you in his lifetime, but he was always too nervous to make a move. Steve might’ve been little, but he still knew how to throw a punch.

You’d gone out to meet with a boy that you’d been on four dates with already, and although Steve didn’t like the kid, he didn’t stop you from going.. but when you came running in the door, tears streaming down your cheeks and small whimpers escaping your lips, Steve couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “I told you, Y/N. Tommy is bad news.” He said as he stood up from where he and Bucky sat at the dining table, playing cards. “Hang it up, Steve, its over. I don’t want to talk about it.” You managed to mutter as you walked past the two of them and into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

Steve’s face was turning about eight different shades of red, when Bucky set his cards on the table, patting his friends shoulder as he stood up. “I got this, pal. You need to calm down before you blow a fuse.” Bucky said softly, squeezing Steve’s shoulder before releasing him and walking to your bedroom door, knocking lightly. “Doll?”

You managed to whimper out a soft, “Come in.” He smiled to himself when he entered your room and saw you curled up on your bed, clutching the stuffed bear he’d won you at the fair last year. As he got closer, sitting on the side of your bed, he noticed fresh tears pooling in your eyes and instinctively reached forward, catching the small droplets with his thumb. “Oh, sugar, please don’t cry.” He whispered and you forced a small smile. “I know, I know, Buck.. big girls don’t cry.” You replied, using the line Steve had used on you too many times. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he wiped away another tear. “Steve’s a wise guy, alright..” He muttered, and you let out a small giggle in return.

He tried not to let it show, but the sound of your laughter made his heart flutter inside his chest. He wished he could keep you laughing, keep you smiling. “C’mon, doll.. Just tell me, what’s eatin’ you?” He wondered, his hand lingering on your jaw as you fluttered your eyes closed, a light blush forming on your cheeks. “I, uh.. Well.. If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t let Steve slug Tommy, okay..?” You said softly, to which Bucky let out a long breath that neither of you realized he’d been holding in. “Did he put his hands on you? I swear to god, Y/N, if he hurt you, I’ll be the one to slug ‘em.” He spoke, the hand on your cheek caressing your skin even more gently, as if he was afraid even his touch was painful for you.

“No! No, Buck, I… Well.. Tommy made a pass at me at dinner, and I..” You paused, adverting your gaze, your blush deepening. “I-I told him no, and he got mad..” Your voice was getting softer with each word you spoke. “A-and he dumped me.”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment, staring at you, waiting for you to elaborate, and when you didn’t, his mind ran wild. “Did.. What did he do..?” Bucky asked, his voice barely above a whisper. If it was possible for you to get any more embarrassed, you did. “O-oh, Bucky, no! He just.. He tried to kiss me, but, uh, I-I’ve never been kissed, so when it finally happens, I want it to be special, y’know?” You began to ramble, and Bucky was just staring at you, dumbfounded.

“Wait, wait, hold on a second, doll.. What do you mean, ‘never been kissed’?” He asked, cutting off your nonsense. You licked your lips, nodding once. “Exactly that, Buck.. I.. I want it to be with someone special.

You looked back up and met his eyes, noticing something different about them. There was a maturity, a wanting in them that you’d never seen before. It made a shiver run down your spine, which didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky, as he smirked and tugged his lower lip into his mouth.

Would you let me kiss you..? Just once?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper- all while maintaining eye contact with you. Your eyes went wide at his offer and you found yourself at a loss for words. “I..” You tried to speak, but nothing came out. He grinned, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as he smoothed his hair back. “It’s alright, doll.. I know when I’m not wanted.” He said in a light tone, trying not to let you see how stupid he felt. He went to stand from your bed, but you reached out for his hand, pulling him back down, a quiet wait escaping your lips. You sat up slowly, pushing your hair away from your face while he looked down at you, licking his lips. “Yeah, doll?” He whispered, coming close enough now that his forehead was resting against yours. “W-will you kiss me..?” You asked, eyes scanning his for any sign of hesitation.

His eyes sparkled as a large smile grew on his lips, nodding, making his nose brush yours with each movement. “Yes ma’am.” He breathed, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t contain the small gasp that left your mouth when his tongue almost immediately darted out, swiping across your lower lip to beg for permission to mingle with yours. One of his hands moved to your lower back, pulling you closer to him at the same time that your hand found its way to his hair, tugging on the dark strands.

And all too quickly, it was over.

Bucky pulled away, using his thumb to wipe the excess wetness from his lower lip as he smiled with one eyebrow raised. “Ya sure you’ve never been kissed before?” He asked, a small chuckle following the question. You nodded with a small smile, keeping your hand tangled in his hair, wanting to stay close to him. He hummed, rubbing soothing circles on your back with his palm and pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “You know Steve is gonna slug me, right?” He asked, causing you to let out a giggle. “You’re going to tell him?” That honestly surprised you. He nodded, lacing his other hand with yours. “Of course I am. Now that Tommy’s outta the picture, I’m gonna make you my girl.” He replied with a wink, making you blush all over again. “There’s not another dame like you in the world, doll..” He whispered, bringing your hand up to his lips for a tender kiss.

And you’d be wrapped around his finger from that day forward.

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Close Future - Avengers x Reader

PART 1 out of (?)

Summary: You were in a special task unit with Sam during your time in the military. What he never knew was that you had the ability to see into the near future. Now that you’ve revealed your secret to him, things become more complicated than you would have liked.

Warnings: Mention of death, scars.

Words: 2 996

A/N: This is part 1 of this little story and oh boy is part 2 good, mm hmm… If you would like a part 2 of 1769, please tell me!


Originally posted by 30000fps

She looked down at her body which was stripped down to black briefs and a sports bra, electrodes dotting her revealed skin. Bruce was behind her and placed more electrodes to her back whilst continuously looking over to her vitals displayed on a projected screen.

“So, you and Sam have known each other for how long?” He asked upon recalling the brief introduction of her he had gotten earlier.

“Five years.” She stated, following Bruce with her eyes as he walked around her. Tony stood further away and observed in silence, concentrated, interested.

“And you never told him about… This?” It was in Bruce’s nature to be hesitant. He glanced back to the girl who had remained a flawless posture since the second she entered the Tower. It was almost humorously obvious how she had military background.

“It’s not exactly something you just tell people.” She commented, which was a fair point. When Bruce was approached by Sam, which was odd enough alone, it came as a bit of a surprise when Sam explained he had a friend from the military who had just revealed to him that she was a bit more than what met the eye.

“I guess that’s true.” He pursed his lips into an awkward smile, continuing to prepare for the tests she had agreed to take part in.

When she was in the military, she had been one of the best soldiers on the field in history of her division. It didn’t take long until she was picked out of the common men and put in a group of superiors where divisions merged, the best of the best coming together to form a team of elites. She was one of them, and her supreme skill was unexplainable. Others within the squad had gone through extreme training, had advanced gear, but she was just a girl who never made mistakes.

“No, I haven’t.” She turned towards Tony who had his eyes narrowed and glued to hers. Bruce looked between them, lost.

“What?” He looked away from her vitals and lowered the portable, glass, screen in his hand.

“Tony was just about to ask me if I’ve had this ability my entire life, and the answer is no.” She said as if it would make things any clearer. “It first began after I nearly died during a rescue mission in Afghanistan, 7 years ago. We were a group of six men, rescuing two agents under cover who had been taken hostage. We were in unknown territory, walking in a line formation, when the man in the front steps on an unactivated missile. All of them die, except me… I wake up in a small village where the locals had taken care of me as well as they could…”

“That’s where the scars are from?” Tony questioned, looking down at the dozens of scars which mapped her body, none of them being longer than a finger yet they looked brutal nonetheless.

She nodded. “Let’s just say they didn’t have any doctor degree, but they did what they could, and I have my life because of that.” She too looked down at the crooked scars which clearly hadn’t been stitched up by someone with skill.

“So it began after that?” Bruce was amazed by the story and listened to every word. She stood still for a moment, her focus in her own mind as she knew Steve and Sam would enter soon.

“Yes. After I was able to walk again and could contact my superiors, I returned to base and was on leave for a month before returning again. That’s when they began to notice how good I was, of course. After another month I joined the special task force.” She looked up a second before Sam and Steve opened the door to Bruce’s lab. Sam met her eyes for a split second but then broke contact. Ever since she told him about what she could do, he had given her the cold shoulder. Despite that, he had still talked to Bruce and his other friends so that she could receive the help and support she needed and to put her abilities to good use.

“Hi.” She said, hoping Sam would answer. Instead he nodded, still not marking eye contact and remaining silent.

“Eh… Are you ready?” Bruce tried to break the tension. “We’re all set up.”

She nodded again. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just do your thing, continuously, preferably.” He stumbled on his own tongue-twister like sentence before shaking his head clear, turning to look at her vitals measured by the electrodes on her body. Tony took a few steps closer and instead of looking at the numbers on the screen, he watched as her eyes were filled with strange, moving lights and as her look became empty, as if she no longer was watching the world around her, which could be true for all he knew.

“Open the door for Peter.” She stated, subtly glowing eyes still staring blankly before her. “He has his hands full.”

Steve was the only one who reacted and turned around, opening the glass door when Peter suddenly appeared in the hallway outside, carrying two big boxes of files which Tony had requested earlier.

“Oh, thanks Steve- woah…” Peter turned from Steve to Y/N, seeing her scarred body unique eyes which he had not expected her to have when seeing her pass him by that morning. He put the boxes down and joined the others in observing few young woman. He didn’t know if it was rude to stare at her scars, but looking her in the eye at that moment felt equally as rude.

“This is… Unbelievable.” Bruce stated after a while of watching the tablet in his hand. “Her brain activity has gone far beyond what should be humanly possible.”

“What is she doing?” Peter was completely lost. He had understood there was something big going on when Y/N came into the tower and everyone around seemed to put their focus on her. He didn’t know if he was authorized for the information, but seeing as Steve had literally opened the door for him into the room where she stood with her eerie scars, he could only assume that he was allowed to know what was going on.

“Seeing the future.” She said like it was the most normal thing in the world. Peter looked between Steve and Tony before Bruce and Sam.

“What?” He questioned, rolling his lips in between his teeth and raising his eyebrows.

“Y/N has the ability to see the near future.” Tony explained briefly before she decided to explain more clearly herself.

“It doesn’t go very far. About thirty minutes ahead has been my record, and I can only see the future that’s around me, but it helps out a lot more than one might think… Like how I know those boxes are going to fall in three seconds.”

Peter spun his head around and grabbed the boxes just as they began tilting over the edge of the counter he had put them on. He remained balancing them on the edge, lips parted. Not a single word came to mind when he felt as if he should say something. He was truly speechless.

“Or that Tony will be notified that a certain Mr. Lang has arrived right after I say this-”

Sir? Mr. Lang has just arrived. Should I tell him to come up?” Friday’s voice came through the speaker above them in the ceiling. Everyone turned to look towards it with amazement.

“Yes.” Tony said, amazed by how she knew what she did but not liking the uneasy feeling it caused him.

“That’s sick!” Peter let out a sharp breath which could almost be taken for a laugh. “I mean, how cool is it that you can see the future?”

She was silent for a few moments before a subtle smile crept up on her face. “Pretty cool.” She agreed.

“Okay, that’s alright. You can pause.” Bruce let her know and her eyes gradually seemed to turn back to reality. She looked around her and blinked a few times. Bruce, still hesitant, hopened and closed his mouth before being able to get the words out. “What does it look like? When you see the future?”

She stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of a good way to describe the unexplainable phenomenon that was her powers. “It’s kind of like I’m watching a movie at ten times the speed but I still manage to capture every scene, every detail. I both see and hear “the movie” whilst I also see and hear the present… I feel like I’m not making a lot of sense, but I can’t really put it into words.“

“Seeing as I have no way of telling how this is physically possible, I’m not gonna complain about you having to explain it.” Bruce admitted, looking down on the tablet for a few moments and tapping a few buttons. He then slid his finger from it towards her vitals. Two pictures took place on the wide screen from the MRI the electrodes across her forehead had taken. “This one is before you started and this one is after.”

He pointed towards both pictures. The first one was just a picture of her brain, a faint glow to it but nothing else. The second one was lit up like a damn star, glowing vividly and surprising even herself as she had no clue her brain activity was altered when she looked into the future.

“Is that her brain activity?” Steve, who wasn’t very cunning about everything science, asked to make sure and got a nod from Banner in response.

Sam was still silently watching her. All those missions they had been on, all those people that had died, she had seen them. She could have saved those people but she hadn’t. Members of their squad had died on the field, and Y/N had been right beside them. How could she not have done something about that? How could she have let those people die?

He was done. Sam turned around and walked through the room. She had already seen that he was about to and had begun tearing off the electrode-stickers off of her. “Sam?” She called out as he exited the room. “Sam wait!”

She snatched her shirt from a nearby table but didn’t have the time for her pants. She pulled the shirt on whilst jogging after him. She knew they would fight, knew what he would tell her, and simply braced herself for the inevitable.

“Sam, please…” She begged a final time before he stopped, standing in the middle of the hallway and breathing heavily from anger.

“You let them die!” He called out, turning around to face her. “Good men- Our men! They died a few feet away from you and you didn’t do jack-shit…”

“I saved them more times than you’ll ever realize but I couldn’t save all of you at once, continuously for all of our missions. How would it look if I pushed them out of every bullet? People would suspect something.”

“They’d be alive!” He raised his voice even further. Bruce, Tony, Steve and Peter tried to ignore the fight but could hear every word they exchanged. Slowly, they began to exit the lab to the hallway and kept distance from the two as they continued to argue. “I would still have my friends by my side!”

She snapped.

“And if I would have had these powers a little earlier, my friends would also be alive!” Her face grew red in rage. “If you cared for them so much you should have been on the ground with us to save them yourself…”

Sam tightened his fist and aimed for her face, but of course she dodged his hit. He tried again but she avoided that one too, and the next one, and the next and the one after that. Sam began to grow tired and his heart thumped loudly in his chest, his hands lowering for a moment.

“Stop, Sam.” She said as he tightened his fists again. “You know this isn’t going to end well.”

He felt defeated. His mind was in torment. He didn’t know what to think. Should he hate Y/N for wanting her powers to stay hidden and not saving his friends once more? Should he be thankful that she saved their friends as many times as she did and after all years decided to tell him the truth, despite that she had no obligation to? He didn’t know. No matter how many times the thoughts ran through his head, he didn’t know what to feel.

“Sam?” It was Steve, worryingly watching from down the hallway where he had just seen Sam try to beat Y/N to the floor and Y/N unbelievably dodging every punch. “Let’s juts all calm down.”

Sam felt like an idiot beyond compare but valued his dignity too much to apologize to Y/N at the time. Instead, he straightened up and continued to walk towards the elevator like his plan had been when first leaving Bruce’s lab.

Everyone let him this time. It would be for the better.

“I’m sorry about that.” She turned around as the elevator doors closed behind Sam. “Our past should not be a concern of yours, but it’s difficult to keep them apart sometimes…”

She came back from a trip to Afghanistan only two weeks before she talked to Sam. She hadn’t been there on a mission, hadn’t gone there for anything military. She went there to search for answers. She wanted to understand how that explosion in the middle of a dry, grass field had caused her to be able to see the future. She had spoken to the village who had saved her life in hopes that there might be some legend of the place, but there had been nothing. Her journey back to where it all started had been in vain.

As she was there, in the dry heat of Afghanistan, she had felt guilty of the lives she could have saved. Her mind was plagued with the repeating concept that they could still be alive. Her entire world circled around those thought for a week straight, day and night. Never had she endured as many nightmares as she did then. It wasn’t until she thought of the possibility to come clean to Sam that her mental torture came to an abrupt end. Like turning off a light switch, the nightmares were gone. She knew that she had to tell him then and sought Sam out as quickly as possible.

He hadn’t been nearly as shocked as she thought he would be when she told him she could see the future, and after meeting a few of his friends, she could see why her abilities was not that abnormal in his new world. He was distant however, since day one of knowing her life secret. He had understood since the second she explained everything that she could then have saved their squad which was extinct apart from the two of them. Yet, he had been mature enough to not let her go but had instead brought her to the Avengers and to the Stark Tower.

He had expected her to refuse. Even in the heat of battle she had preferred to be alone, but she had gladly accepted his invitation to meet Bruce, which then escalated to almost half of the Avengers, which she didn’t find to be that much of a problem. All she wanted was to change her past, but that wasn’t part of her abilities. All she could hope for was that she would be allowed to make better choices as a part of the Avengers, to do good. She wanted nothing else.

“Y/L/N?” Steve tried to gain her attention as she had fallen into her own mind for a moment.

“Y/N.” She corrected, not liking how much being called by her last name reminded her of the military she left a year prior.

“Y/N…” Steve changed it. “I don’t know what you and Sam have gone through or how difficult this is for the both of you, but we could really use someone with your skills.”

She had known he would ask that for ten minutes before he actually did and she had subsequently thought about it. “I want to change, to be better and use my abilities to save lives, but I have to think about this… After all I’ve done, after everything I’ve put Sam through, I don’t know if this place is right for me.”

Steve nodded understandingly. “Of course. Take your time.”

“I’ll take my time.” She huffed, smiling subtly in hopes to bring the mood up as the air in the hallway had become thick enough to cut through.

“There’s a few spare rooms around. You can stay the night if you’d like-” Tony began but noticed how distant Y/N became. “What’s up?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I’m emotionally preparing myself for Mr. Lang… He’s rather ecstatic.” She admitted as the elevator door opened behind her, Scott stumbled through the doors and looked up in surprise upon seeing everyone gathered and more so in seeing the new face.

“Hello…” He dragged out. “What’s going on here? We have a new addition to the big, happy family?”

“My name is Y/N. I’m a friend of Sam’s from the military. I can see the future.” She turned back around to Tony. “I’ll take that offer, thank you. I need to sleep on this…”

“Wait what?” Scott exclaimed.

“Sure, I’ll show you to it.” Tony nodded and followed Y/N into the elevator which still was on their floor.

“Hey, what do you mean?” Scott continued but was completely ignored. The elevator doors shut and Scott was left as clueless as ever, glancing back to Steve, Bruce and Peter. “She can see the freaking future?”


Summary: Ian returns back home, and won’t tell anyone why he left. Mickey to desperate measures to get ahold of Ian.

Word Count: 1897

Notes: I’ll try to work on a few more requests tonight, I have a bunch!

While all of the Gallaghers plus Kev and Veronica are sitting at the dinner table, they heard the front door open. Expecting it to be Frank, they rolled their eyes and continued to eat without even glancing in that direction.

To all of their surprise though, it was Ian. He had walked into the kitchen where all of them were and dropped his bags to get their attention. When all of the heads turned to him, he saw wide eyes and agape jaws.

Fiona was the first to stand up. “No fucking way! You’re home!” Her face lit up with joy when she saw her younger brother. She ran to hug him.

Followed by Fiona was Debbie. “Ian! I miss you so much,” she said and added herself into the hug.

The three of them hugged for a few seconds before Ian pulled himself away. “I missed you guys—” he got cut of by Carl running full speed at him and throwing his arms around him. Ian kissed the top of his younger brothers head.

“Missed you too,” Carl said and then ran back to his seat at the dinner table.

Ian made his way over to Liam and kissed his head as well.

Lip then walked up to him and punched him hard in the arm. “You didn’t fucking tell me you were leaving, man.” He then gathered him into a tight embrace.

Kev and V then got up to greet him. “We were scared you weren’t comin’ home,” Veronica said with a slight attitude. She was clearly disapproving of his disappearance.

“Sorry,” Ian shrugged apologetically. He missed his family while he was gone, but he really needed to get out of there at the time.

“Where the hell did you go?” Kevin raised his eyebrows in wonderment, and everyone followed along.

Ian scratched his head uncomfortably. “Umm, the Army.”

Everybody’s jaw drops open. They don’t even know how that’s possible, he’s only seventeen. “What?”

The redhead nods and slightly chuckles. “Yeah. It didn’t work out though so I came home,” he said and then picked up his bags.

“So,” Debbie started. “Why’d you go?” Her eyebrows were raised.

Everybody heard the quiet hitch in Ian’s breath. “Uhh, just wanted to get out of here. No reason,” he mumbled in a way that made it sound very far from the truth.

Kev snorted. “Bullshit. What happened?” He asked nonchalantly.

“No fucking reason,” Ian said harshly.

Fiona was worried about Ian— he wasn’t even home from ten minutes and he already seemed distant. “Are you okay?”

Suddenly the phone rang and Ian absentmindedly went to go pick it up. “Hello?”

“Gallagher?” Mickey said to Ian on the other side of the phone.

“Fuck off, Mickey!” Ian yelled into the phone, hung up, and then ran up the stairs.

Everyone was left in confusion. No one speaks to a Milkovich like that unless they have a death wish. And why was Mickey calling Ian?

Seconds later the phone ran again, and Lip went to go answer it. “Hello,” he said with exasperation.

“Give Ian the phone,” Mickey said sternly.

“How the fuck did you even know—” Lip started to ask rudely, but the boy on the other line cut him off.

“I saw him last night, alright? Let me talk to him.” Mickey’s voice was surprisingly desperate, so thankfully only Lip could hear him.

“Hell no. You’re not fucking with him anymore, Mickey. Fuck off,” Lip said and hung up the phone. He turned to see the other people staring at him with confusion.

V let out a sarcastic laugh. “Um, what the fuck does a Milkovich want to do with Ian?” Her voice sounded terrified.

“They got in a big fight back before Ian left,” Lip shrugged. “Don’t know what it was about, and I don’t know why the fuck he would want to talk to Ian now,” he lied.

Out of nowhere then, a chiming sound came from someone’s pocket— it was Kev. He pulled out his cell phone a saw a text from Mickey Milkovich himself. It read, ‘Tell the redhead I gotta fuckin talk to him. Pls.’ Kev raised his eyebrow and showed everyone the message.

Lip quickly grabbed the phone and deleted the text. “No fucking way. If he tries getting ahold of Ian through any of you, you ignore him or say no.”

Everyone gave each other strange side way glances. What the hell? No one knew why Ian and Mickey would even have contact with each other, but they knew they weren’t gonna find out anytime soon.

* * *

For the next two days, Mickey was going insane. He needed to see Ian, especially now that he knew where he was. It was his fault that Ian left, it was his fault that Ian wanted nothing to do with him— it needed to be fixed. Mickey had finally lost all care of what others thought of him and Ian’s relationship.

He repeatedly texted Lip asking to get ahold of Ian for him. He even went to the length of asking Frank to ask Ian to call him. Nothing worked though, it was all being ignored.

Now he decided the only way to get his attention was to either physically go see him or send him something— he decided to take the latter. He was a little to wigged out to go see him right now.

With determination, he went and stole a swiss army knife with a camo lining from the gun store down the street— stupid fuckers leave brand new weapons on display.

Mickey took the knife back to his house and wrapped it in some tissue paper. When he saw the perfectly wrapped weapon, he smirked a little. He took a sharpie and wrote ‘from Mickey’ on the side of the paper. And then he took the sheet of paper that had been signed by his bitch wife and stuck it in his pocket before taking off, but that would only be used for extreme measures.

Within six minutes, he was standing on the front porch of the Gallagher house. He contemplated standing there to physically hand Ian the gift, he had decided against that. After laying the present in front of the door, he rung the doorbell and ran out of sight. He stayed in a spot that he could see the house.

A few seconds passed before the door flew open, but it wasn’t Ian— it was Debbie. He watched as she raised an eyebrow and squatted down to pick up the wrapped up object that sat on the ground. “Ian! I think Mickey’s stalking you!” She yelled, and it caused Mickey to roll his eyes. “He left you a gift!”

* * *

Ian came downstairs from his bedroom to find Debbie with a big bundle of tissue paper in her hand, and being that there was a handle sticking out of it, he figured there was something small in there.

He lazily took the gift and unwrapped it. It was a beautiful swiss army knife. At first he was confused as to why or how Mickey would know to get him this, and then he thought back to the time he had told Mickey that Carl had stole his best one. From what he remembered, Mickey wasn’t paying any attention during that one-way conversation, but this proves otherwise. Maybe he does care about me.

Ian pushed his amazed and loving thoughts aside, and rolled his eyes. The only possible reason for Mickey to be trying to reach him is because he can’t find any other fag in the Southside that’s willing to get screwed over for a quick fuck every once in awhile, right?

“Ian, why the hell don’t you just talk to him? I don’t know why you won’t or why Mickey fucking Milkovich is trying to get to you, but it’s fucking weird. And we are all getting annoyed with the constant calls and messages so just go fucking talk to him,” Fiona insisted.

For a moment, Ian thought about it, albeit the fact that he had almost fully given up having anything with the Milkovich boy. Then he snapped back to reality. “No,” he responded to his sister, and out of nowhere a knock came on the door.

Carl went to go open it. Before anyone could see who it was, he had allowed the person in, and of course, it was Mickey.

Ian immediately stood up. “Get the fuck out, Mickey,” he pushed him. Most people would see anger in Ian’s eyes, but Mickey saw pain. He frowned at the sadness that was in his old secret lovers face.

Just as Ian was about to push him again, Mickey stopped him. “Before you try to fucking kill me, asshole,” he pulled out the folded up sheet of paper. “Look at this,” he waved it in the redhead’s face.

Ian snatched the paper out of Mickey’s hand and started to skim over it. When he realized what it was, his heart started to pound in his ears. “Y-you’re getting divorced?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Yes, I’m getting divorced,” Mickey said with a softness if his voice that he wouldn’t give to anyone other than Ian.

Finally, Kev, V, and Fiona were hit with a realization of why Mickey wanted to get ahold of Ian so badly. They’re together. “Holy shit,” V said outwardly, but the boys completely ignored her.

“Fuck,” Ian said with a dry chuckle. He suddenly regretted avoiding Mickey for the past days, and he really regretted try to move on from him. “But why?” He asked stupidly.

“Why?” Mickey mocked. “Because I couldn’t fucking live with myself anymore, Ian. I couldn’t stand the fact that you hated me so much for that that you had to leave. I’m sorry I did it, it was to protect you though—”

“I’ve never hated you,” Ian said. “I tried to, but I didn’t.”

Mickey then walked forward and grabbed Ian’s face in his hands. “I’ll do whatever you fucking want. Just don’t leave again.”

Ian nodded and wrapped his arms around Mickey. He whispered, “I love you,” in the other boys ear, and it cause Mickey to tighten his grip around him.

“I love you too,” Mickey responded and pulled him back to kiss him on the head.

Cutting them off from this moment was Carl. “Woah! This is fucking awesome,” he smirked. “Y’know, Little Hank told me that dude pissholes expand for the other dudes dick to go in when they fuck. Is that true?”

Lip hit his younger brother upside the head. “Why would you fucking say that? That’s not how it works, idiot.”

The other three adults in the room where left with opened jaws. “Mickey, you’re gay?” Kev asked in shock.

“Yes, I’m fucking gay,” he spat. Mickey then turned to Ian. “And there you go, I finally admitted it after all these years.”

Fiona coughed. “Wait, years?”

“It’s been like three and a half years,” Mickey shrugged. He couldn’t help but grin though when he saw Ian’s proud smile.

“Holy shit,” V said once again.

Everyone was surprised but from the sincerity in Mickey’s voice and the way he looked at the redhead, they could he really did love Ian. Ian believed it too, if Mickey could actually come to the realization of his feelings, then maybe the could work out.

“Clever as a Fox”

Art by @cloverdance

 An “Elsewhere University” Short Story, based on @elsewhereuniversity‘s “Elsewhere University”

 Written by M. E. Grimm


 “It takes a minnow to catch a barracuda, a barracuda to catch a shark.” - Gunther Bachmann, “A Most Wanted Man”

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He’s Hot and Nice and My Son Set Us Up

Originally posted by bxckyrogers

He’s Hot and Nice and My Son Set Us Up

Logan Howlett X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Prompt for Logan X Reader. Reader is a woman in her mid-late twenties who is human but a single mother to an off-looking mutant seven year old boy. She takes him to the school, hoping he’ll have a place there, and the first person she meets is Logan. She seems attracted to him, and is very curious about him in general, but she doesn’t think he could ever like someone whose life is such a mess. But her son is DETERMINED to set them up…

Notes: Ok so I know I don’t say it much but I’ve always loved Logan??? SO HAVE SOME LOGAN! Also, for everyone else reading, I tried to keep it a little more vague so they felt included.

Warning(s): Light use of language.

Being a single mother was one of the hardest things that (y/n) had ever done. Is still doing, to be exact. It’s even harder when you’re a human with a young mutant child whose powers let themselves be known early in the physical manner. He had been kicked out of his school due to it. Very stressful, very stressful indeed.

Xaviers Institute was one of the best things (y/n) had heard of. Yes, it was going to be hard to leave their young son in the hands of others, but those others were more than capable to handle him. Far more than (y/n) was, anyways. The good part, at least, was that their son was excited, jumping about and gathering the last of his things that morning. He was excited to see and meet new people and environments. (y/n) was sad to see him go.


They were a little early, about ten minutes. (y/n)’s son stood still, practically crackling with nervous yet excited energy. He held their hand, squirming slightly when all the kids passed by to get to their next class. A bigger man, burly, with hair on his arms, stopped talking to a white haired woman and looked over at (y/n). He gave a smile and walked over.

“Are you Miss (l/n)?” He asked, hands on his hips. (y/n) nodded. Damn. To be honest, this guy was hot. Like. Hot. Their son noticed and giggled, going to stand in front of his mother.

“Ah, yes, I am. My name is (y/n) (l/n) and this is my son, Jackson. I’m… I talked to Professor Xavier over the phone, so I’m guessing you’re not him?” They asked gently. Logan shook his head.

“Nah, I’m not. My name’s Logan. Chuck is teaching a class right now. Actually, he’s done but probably talking to any students who stayed after. You are a little early, but that isn’t bad. He’ll be here in a few minutes if you need to talk to him.”

“I do have a few questions but I can wait to ask him.” (y/n) answered. Logan was extremely attractive. Also, (y/n) couldn’t help but be interested in what the man’s power might be. But there was no way on Earth that he would be interested in them, especially being a single parent who’s about to leave their son at the Institute. Said son giggled and took a step forward.

“I’m Jackson. I think mom likes you.” He grinned, bright pearly teeth, even though one of his front teeth was missing. (y/n) flushed a deep red and laughed softly, pulling their son back.

“Sorry, he’s always like this. It’s nothing really-”

“Nah it’s alright. I like you too, lady. How about I give you and your son the tour of the campus. Lunch is straight afterwards so you’ll be able to see the professor then. Sound good?” Logan asked as he turned towards the door out of the foyer. (y/n), still flushed a deep red, nodded bashfully and let their son drag them out the door. Logan and (y/n) walked closely throughout the campus.

(y/n) never got to ask the professor their question.


It wasn’t uncommon for parents to visit their children. Well, actually it was a little uncommon, but the parents who did care often visited on weekends where nothing was going on. (y/n) sat in the backyard, a tree overhead them and their son as they chatted over a picnic. Also, Logan was there, but he was happy and silent.

It had been a few years since Jackson had first stepped foot into Xavier’s Institute. Over the years he never failed to set up his mother and Logan, who always went along with his schemes and bonded over them, even if their talk was small. They slowly sat closer and closer together. Which would explain how they were now, practically in each other’s lap.

Logan shifted and wrapped his arms around (y/n)’s waist and pulled them closer. ___ had run off in a promise to be back in a few minutes as he went to chat with one of his friends over some important young teenage business. Logan took this time to nuzzle himself all over (y/n), who laughed.

“Logan what are you doing?” They giggled.

“Loving you, what else?”

“I don’t know. Just thought there was a thing against too much PDA for the younger kids.” (y/n) sighed. Logan scoffed and pulled (y/n) impossibly closer.

“Fuck that. Xavier can kiss my ass.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Charles shouted from his open office window just across the yard. Logan rolled his eyes as (y/n) promptly burst into a crackling giggling fit, causing Logan to grip them harder.

“I love you.” Logan grumbled with a happy smile. (y/n) calmed down with a sigh, “I love you too, Logan. Now come on, let’s separate before Professor Xavier wheels down here and does it himself.” Logan mumbled another fuck that before scooting over, Charles at the top of the ramp leading down to the yard.  (y/n) and Logan held hands for the rest of the evening, talking and playing with Jackson as though they had an eternity.

Oups? [3/x] -Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Summary: You get tagged in an instagram post, which leads to a certain superhero getting a crush on you

Pairing: Female reader x Peter Parker

Word Count: 614

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m in love with this story

Oups? Masterlist

“What are you doing?” A voice asked from the doorway which made Peter jump in his seat while letting out a quiet scream. He turned around to find none other than Steve Rogers, leaning against the door frame with an amused smile on his face. He hadn’t heard the door open. 

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A Voice Message || Joshua || Oneshot

Originally posted by jonqins

Word Count: 1274

Genre: angst, oneshot

Summary: His voicemail might have swayed you a bit, piquing at your curiosity but the truth still remained the same. You didn’t love him.

It was a good day. The sun was shining; a light breeze blew through every once in a while keep to things cool and not too hot. Summer meant no more school for a while but it also meant jobs and internships. They were both going well. Surprisingly. You had expected the worse—long days, unreasonable bosses, annoying coworkers. You had none of that. Everyone was polite, understanding, and generally fun to be around (not that you would hang out with them outside of work). You looked forward to going into work and you learned a lot in your internship. More than a good day, it was overall a great start to your summer.

That is, until you received the voice message.

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REQUEST : Pool day with Harry.

This is short and sweet. Let me know if you enjoyed reading it :) xx

Harry was on tour. You both hardly had time to spend with each other. So when he asked you to join him on tour, you agreed immediately.

 It was sunny in Australia, unlike London. So the boys decided to go for a swim. Harry managed to pull you in the warm water with him. But you stuck to the shallow ends, since you didn’t know how to swim.

“S’ amazing, innit?” he sang as he swam towards you. You smiled at him and nodded. He quickly dunked underwater, shortly after floated back up and pushing his long luscious wet locks away from his forehead.

“S’ pretty good. S’ nice to have a change in the weather.” You said as you tried to soak in as much as sun you could manage. 

“Gonna get a tan on yourself m’love?” he asked with a cheeky smile, and wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs, so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

“That’s the plan, mister.” you replied, feeling extremely content. You wrapped you arms around his shoulders and kissed his forehead lovingly.

He smiled and pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes fixed on you all the time. You gently pressed your lips up against his and melted into his arms. His hands slid down to your buttocks, as he continued to hold you against him. He lightly squeezed it and said. “This marvelous tush is mine, right m’love?”

You pulled away and threw your head back in laughter. Your laugh putting a smile on his face. Happy that he was the one putting a smile on yours. “What’re yeh laughing about, huh?” he squeezed you bum again but added a bit more force this time. 

You squealed and tried to push him away. “Harry!” you laughed. But he was adamant to make you say yes so he pulled you deeper in to the pool. The smile from your face immediately disappeared as frighted look appeared. You begin to squirm away from him. 

Harry instantly took a notice of the change in your behaviour and stopped walking. “Hey, you alright?”

“Can you please take me back towards the shallow end, H?” you said and gulped as you turned to see how far you were from your previous position.

“I won’ let anything happen to you, pet.” He said with a soft tone and placed a light kiss to you cheek. “I promise.”

You looked at him with a nervous expression, but eventually nodded. He smiled and resumed walking backwards, and soon you both where right in the middle of the pool.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Told you, won’ let anything happen to me love.” He said as your face broke out into a wide smile. 

Both, you and Harry splashed around the water, being the gentleman he is, he said a few hellos to some fans that recognized him.You both continued having fun in the pool for an hour or so until the pair of you returned to your shared hotel room to have some private fun of your own.


A/N : Hope you enjoyed reading this! If you liked it please HEART and REBLOG it, so others can read my stuff too! Please let me know your thoughts in the ask box and you can send me requests too! :)

PS Checkout my other writings HERE. I love you guys! xx

You’re a Nerd

Pairing: George x Reader

  • I’ve noticed that you write a lot of Fred imagines so I was wondering if you could do one with George. I don’t really care what, just something cute with him being overprotective 😊 thanks!!
  • George needs more love :(( I LOVE FRED TOO BUT GEORGE IS BAE. By the way, LOVE YOUR WORK! Makes me giddy inside hehehe

A/N: I didn’t realise how much I wrote about Fred until I went through my Masterlist! Also, I really wanted to write an Imagine talking about why on earth do these kids keep complaining about their homework?? You are at a magic school with magic classes and magic, if only they knew how much we wished we could go there instead!
Squicks: None

You woke up to the whole room spinning, your head pounding as the light from outside filled the girl’s dormitory. You let out a groan of disgust, your throat dry and your nose as stuffed as ever.

“Common cold, nothing too severe,” Madam Pomfrey declared. It was Tuesday morning and you were currently missing out on your favourite class, Transfiguration, which started about 20 minutes ago. “Here, take this and you should be feeling better in no time,” the small woman said, handing you a little cup filled with deep purple liquid. “I bet you wished you could’ve gotten out of class with that one!”

“No way, Madam Pomfrey,” you said truthfully once you had downed the thick medicine, “That’s why I came here, I was hoping to head off to class now actually,”

Madam Pomfrey looked at you with a quizzical expression, not sure if she entirely believed that a student was actually looking forward to going to class,

“Well alright… Off you go then,” she said, nodding her head to the door.


You walked into McGonagall’s classroom as she had her back turned to the door, writing quickly on the blackboard. She turned around to see who was going to be interrupting her lesson, not expecting a student to be arriving so late.

“Oh, Y/n…” she started, putting her chalk down on her desk, “You do realise that you’re more than half an hour late?”

“Sorry Professor McGonagall,” you apologise, “I was seeing Madam Pomfrey”.

McGonagall let out a sigh, “alright, talk to me after class”.


The bell rung throughout the castle, allowing everyone to get up out of their seats and pack up their things. Not for you though. You stayed where you were, watching everyone try to fit through the doorway at once, desperate to get out of class.

You had never been told to stay back before, and even though you knew you weren’t in trouble, you still didn’t like the feeling. Academic wise, you were up there with the likes of Hermione Granger. You may not know all the answers as well as she does, but you were always passionate about the topics you were learning.

You weren’t the only one staying back, however. Fred and George Weasley had also been told to stay back, this time for having set off a small explosion of some sort. Whatever it was, it had apparently ended up with one hundred tiny rubber balls bouncing rapidly around the classroom.

“I’ll deal with you two in a minute,” McGonagall warned, causing them to break away from their conversation, unfazed by the fact that they were being kept back, again.

“Now, Y/n,” she started, “You said you were up in the hospital wing, is that correct?”

“Yes, I woke up with a cold and she gave me something to cure it, so I came to class as soon as I could,” you replied.

McGonagall looked at you for a bit and gave a small smile, “Not many students would be willing to come back to class once they’ve been given an excuse to get out of it, isn’t that right boys?” she said looking over at the twins who were back to talking again, this comment however shutting them up.

“Yeah, I don’t get that, Professor,” you replied, McGonagall giving you a look as if asking you to continue.

“Well, we’re at a school that practices magic, I don’t get why anyone would not want to come to classes,” you say as if it were obvious, “Our assignments are about turning hedgehogs into pincushions, and how to summon objects, and making antidotes and poisons, how could anyone not find that interesting?”

You hear one of the twins scoff from the seat beside you, but you weren’t done yet.

“I don’t know… as a Muggle, magic is only a thing you hear about in stories, with fairies and superheroes and all that, and it all sounds so amazing and wonderful, but that’s all they are; stories… and just when you’re getting to the age where you’re starting to understand that those things aren’t real, you get a letter telling you that it is all real, and I just can’t understand how people can complain about having homework about magic!”

While the smile on McGonagall’s face was warm and proud of how passionate you were about school, you didn’t even want to look at Fred and George, who were sure to be thinking about how much of a teacher’s pet you were. Almost everyone else in this school thought that anyway…

“Alright Y/n, I’ll let you off on this one,” McGonagall said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “as for you two…”


“Hey, wait up!” you hear someone call out after you.

You turn around to see George Weasley weaving in and out of people in the crowded passageway outside of the Grand Hall to catch up with you.

“McGonagall finally let you out, I see?” you smile,

George chuckled, “Yeah, I think we’re growing on her… Hey, listen, about everything you said before—“

“Oh, don’t even say it, I’m a huge nerd for being so obsessed with classes, I know,” you laugh, but you were being truthful in thinking that that’s what George and his brother thought of you.

“Actually, no, it makes a whole lot of sense,” George admits, to your surprise, “We’ve always had magic so we don’t really take note of how cool it really is, so it actually makes sense that you’d want to come to class and stuff, since it’s so different from not having it your whole life,”

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to see it that way at all,” you laugh with surprise and amazement,

“Well, Fred probably doesn’t see it the exact same way, but I get it. You’re special, you know that? I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, if you can fit me in anywhere with that busy homework schedule you must have,”

You return his same cheeky grin that he was giving you, “I think I could move some things around for you, George Weasley,”

“Excellent, I’ll be seeing you around then, yeah?” he says with a wink, walking into the Great Hall, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Who would’ve thought that George Weasley would fall for a nerd like you.

Wet [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi! I love your stuff! Could u pls write one about rick and the reader going out on a run together and they come across a stream and decide to take a swim bc its so hot outside.. its kinda awkward at first and then things get heated? ;) pls and thank u!

Here you go anon, hope you like it! 💙

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, semi-public sex, oral sex, dirty talk, a little fluff at the end

Words: 3,020

A/N: Sorry if I fuck up my description of Georgia, I live on the west coast and had to rely on Google maps!

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Zach Werenski #1

Anonymous said: Can you write a zach werenski imagine about anything you want

A/N: so basically i watched the game where zach got injured and then after that i started to watch his highlights and now i’m defs a fan, reagardless i hope you all like this little imagine :) sorry it got pretty long 

Word Count: 2,417

It was late into the second period, and time was only ticking by with a single goal lead. The Jackets were playing well but you were biased and your eyes were trained on one number on the ice, the one that matched the number on the jersey that was on your own back. The puck had turned back into the Jackets zone, you watched as Zach went up against Phil Kessel - body in position to block whatever shot was coming for him. 

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Always You- Kili (Part Three)

Pairing: Kili/OC

Prompt: sango-hentaitenshi asked:
Can I request a Kili x Reader where Kili thinks she’s into Fili and it takes someone pointing it out to him that it’s KILI the reader is really crazy for? Bonus points if Fili knows this and uses it to wind Kili up and flirts hella hard with Reader. Thank you!

A/N: Last part! Eek!

Part One  Part Two

I had known there was an entire world beyond my front door, but never had I imagined a place as beautiful as Rivendell. The word paradise had come to mind the moment we had stepped out from the cliffs to see the city waiting below us. Waterfalls, trees that twisted toward the sky, lush gardens, buildings beautifully crafted from stone. Almost as beautiful as the elves who resided there.

I sat curled up on the stone floor, my back resting against the wicker chair Kili was lounging on. The warg riders felt like a distant nightmare, now that I was safe and fed. 

“There’s part of me that wishes I could stay here forever.” I admitted, glancing up at Kili.

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Take Me Home

Request:  Could you do an imagine where Y/N broke up with Brendon because she felt like he was always putting her second and they end up at the same club and she’s dancing with another guy wearing Brendon’s favorite dress and he gets super super pissed and they end up having really rough dominant make up sex?

A/n: Thank you for leaving a detailed request, annon! I got kinda carried away and then got a bit of readers block in the end. Anyways, hope you enjoy xx

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Jack Maynard Imagine - Fallen for you.

You were not always sure whether you could take Jack seriously or not. The way he talked to you and behaved around you, sometimes had you confused. You thought it was obvious that you liked him as more than a friend, you were so sure. So everytime he got a little too cute, or a little too close, you wondered whether it might be you, who either didn’t notice he was dying for you, or were making a whole love story up.

“Hello again, guys” you heard Jack say as he held his vlogging camera up “So now I’m here with Y/N because everyone else dumped me” he put his strong arm around your shoulders as you got into the shot and waved.

“I’ll dump you as well if we don’t leave to get some food right now” you warned him, making him laugh.

“So” he continued “As I was saying, I’m here with this loser because I was bloody bored out of my mind and she has no friends, so she’s available” he joked, pointing the camera at you to get your reaction. You gave him the middle finger as you put your pink cap on.

He then took it off your head “I’m pretty sure this is mine” he laughed, putting the cap on. It wasn’t uncommon for you to steal Jack’s clothes. Anything from a loose t-shirt to an oversized jacket could appear on your wardrobe without you even noticing. 

You blushed, as it was the third day in a row he had caught you wearing something his. He chuckled, putting the cap back on your head “It’s fine, you can keep that” he said “Looks cuter on you anyway”

“Of course it does” whenever Jack complimmented you on camera, you never knew what to do. The fact that you had millions of people watching you, people who in fact dreamed of you getting together - you even had a ship name, for calling out loud - didn’t help at all. It might sound ridiculous, a YouTuber being camera shy; but there was something about Jack that never let you relax completely.

Eventually, he put the camera down and you headed towards the nearest mall. It was already fairly late. The sky was dark, filled with heavy clouds. You didn’t dare to venture London center in case the weather decided to play you.

As you walked besides each other, your sides touching, it hit you that maybe you were making it all up on your head. That maybe you were seeing things. That maybe he saw you as another sister, even though you definetly didn’t think of him as the brother you never had. 

“Hey” he spoke, waking you up from your day-thinking “You’re so quiet, everything alright?”

You looked up at him, and even though his sunglasses didn’t let you see his eyes, you thought they looked as comforting as always “Yeah, I just zoned out for a sec” you said, which was indeed kind of true. He put an arm around you and kissed your cheek. He didn’t say a word until you arrived at the mall, and neither did you.

“I don’t know how this happened, but I’m being dragged into Homebase” Jack spoke to the camera, a while after you left the coldness of the street behind and met the festive looks of the mall.

You turned your head “I just want to smell the candles” you laughed, as he pointed the camera at you while you held a cotton candy candle “Jeez, this is nasty” you said, making Jack laugh.

He then pointed at another candle behind you. This was gingerbread house scented “Totally smells like Christmas” you said as you sniffed it “I totally had these ones growing up” you said to the camera, inhaling the homey scent “Crap, now I want ten”

Jack laughed, still recording you “When did we become candle bloggers?” he asked, as your eyes lit up. Jack knew your passion for candles. He would often surprise you with a random one because ‘it reminded me of you and I couldn’t help myself’, usually followed by a weird look from Conor. Since when did his little brother stop by the candle aisle?

“Give this video a thumbs up if you want Jack and I to make a side channel for candle blogging” you joked.

“Jack! Y/N!” you heard someone calling your names loudly. You followed the direction of the voice as your eyes met three young girls, probably around fifteen, holding their phones in their hands and smiling widely “Can we take a quick picture with you guys?” a girl with long braided hair asked.

“No need to ask” you smiled back at them.

“Sure” Jack said, as he put his camera down. The girl gave him her phone and you took a few selfies.

“Thank you” the girl said once Jack gave her her phone back “Were you guys vlogging?” she asked.

“Yeah” Jack said, smiling at how excited the girls seemed to be “We are candle bloggers now” you said, holding the gingerbread candle up. The girls laughed.

“You’re so cute together” a short girl with blonde girl said, making you blush and Jack chuckle. 

The girl with braided hair spoke again “I know it’s none of our business and you probably wouldn’t admit it anyway” she said, and you were surprised at how casually she was talking to you when she had just freaked out a few moments earlier “But tell us, please, that you’re dating or something”

You both laughed, not knowing what to say. The answer was no, yet none of you made it clear “Or something” Jack said, and he laughed again. 

The girls left shortly. After having Jack drag you out of Homebase, you decided to grab some Chinese takeaway and take it to your apartment. When you went outside, it was pouring rain. 

Jack took out his vlogging camera again “Look at the daily vlogger” you said before he could say anything else. He pushed you aside, a cheeky grin on his face “You’re such a pain in the ass” he joked, and you pushed him back. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug.

“You’re a fucking idiot” you said, laughing as you adjusted your cap, only to have Jack pushing it back against your forehead. You whined.

“You love me” he smiled, as he earned a death stare from you.

“You wish, Maynard”


Before you could get any more wet, you arrived at your place. Jack took off his jacket and threw it at you “You just can’t stop, can you?” you rolled your eyes, as you left him behind, laughing, to change into your stay-at-home clothes.

When you went back to the living room, he was already waiting for you on the couch, your dinner spread on the table next to two beers. You plopped down next to him “So” you spoke, taking your chopsticks out of the bag “Have you found any place to move in yet?”

Jack opened his can of beer, and all you could do was to stare at his hands, suddenly longing his touch “Nope” he said, popping the P “And I literally need to leave my place in three days” he took a long sip.

“You can stay here if you want” you offered “I mean, until you find somewhere else”

He grinned “Can’t I stay with you forever?” he turned his head to look at you.

You moved your eyes away from his to avoid blushing “Forever is a really long time” you almost whispered.

“I know” you heard him say, while your eyes focused on the black TV screen “Do you think you could stand me forever?” he asked after a pause. Your heart sank. You didn’t dare to look at him just yet.

You took a long sip of your beer “Well” you started “I don’t think I could stand a girl in your room every day of the week” you said without thinking. When you heard the words that left your mouth, you gulped, and your heart started to race.

Jack, however, chuckled slightly “I meant being with you, forever” he corrected, but it didn’t make your heartbeat go any slower.

Your eyes finally met his, the blue in them burning your pupils “Are you being serious right now?”

He looked down, and left his can on the table. His fingers went through his hair, and that’s when you knew he was indeed, being serious “Why wouldn’t I be?” the grin on his face vanished. Yours was long gone.You were at ease.

“What do you mean, Jack?” you asked, leaving your beer on the table as well.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked at you. You looked vulnerable, afraid. You were afraid of him hurting you, because it was the last thing you needed, and the last thing he wanted.

“I mean, you’re probably gonna punch me in the face for this” he laughed, his hand scratching his neck “But I’ve kind of…well, yeah… I didn’t intend to, I just-”

“Spit it out, Jack” you interrumpted him abruptly.

He sighed “I’ve kinda fallen for you…yeah” he admitted, his eyes still not meeting yours. Your heart finally slowed down, causing your features to turn softer. You let out a small laugh, making he turn his head “Why are you laughing?” he asked, but before he could get any offended, you closed the heavy gap between you and pressed your lips against his.

His hand instintively went to your waist, like it usually did, just this time his grip was a little tighter. You cupped his face on your hands, slowly working your way towards his lap. He happily lifted you up so now your legs were around his hips, kissing him more passionately than before.

When your lungs ached for air, you pulled apart slightly, as your foreheads were still connected “I repeat, you’re an idiot” you smiled as his finger brushed the corner of your lips. He kissed you again, holding you close to his warm body.

And you realized it was true what they said, that you can miss places you’ve never been to, and people whose touch you never felt. But now, inside Jack’s arms, you closed your eyes as you let love rub your back. 

Supernatural Preference- When you’re having trouble with homework

Gadreel would kind of be a bit of a smart ass about how you were acting but would eventually come back around and help you.
“This homework is being dumb, like you!” You told him, getting angrier by the minute.
“Oh, I’m dumb am I? Ok then.” Gadreel told you as he walked away to give you a bit of time before he came back and helped you.

Lucifer would be super proud and encouraging; he didn’t want to give you all the answers but he helped you slowly.
“The answers 48! I know how to do it!” You told Lucifer as you turned around.
Facing him you could see a proud smile on his face.
“Good job, y/n!” He tells you as you get back to work.

Adam would get just as annoyed as you and it would involve a bit of fighting but you’d get there eventually.
“Alright lets never to that again. Next time you need help, ask Sam.” He told you as he walked out of the room.

Kevin would obviously understand what was happening, being the genius he is, and would be super patient with you and gracious.
“Kevin, how are you so smart and I’m not?” You asked kinda bummed.
“Y/N you are smart. Everyone has there strength and weaknesses and thats totally normal.”

Imagine being a part of the Supergirl cast and being married to Grant Gustin.

“Okay, sounds like a plan to me. After the panel we will talk about the details but count me in for sure!” Melissa said with a smile at you.

“Great, but uh we’ll have to stay a little more cause Grant’s panel is after ours and I just kinda wanna see it.” you chuckled and she giggled.

“Of couuuurse you would! Wanna see your hubby go all Flash on stage or something too?” she gave you a mischievous grin and you rolled your eyes at the blonde.

“Shut up alright? Not my fault he’s always so…” you trailed off letting out a small sigh. You were unable to hide how you felt for the actor and everybody at the cast, especially Melissa, teased you about your relationship. But that was at first. Once you got married it felt as if the love you had for each other got bigger. And yes, Melissa still teased you about it but everybody was happy about the two of you.

“Hey schoolgirl-” she punched your arms playfully “Your hubby is coming over here.” she motioned behind you and you turned to see him indeed walking towards you. A wide grin that matched his, spread on your lips.

“I’m gonna leave the two of you alone.” she patted your shoulder with a smile but you were too happy to even comprehend she had said a thing to you, much less left.

A small squeal left your lips as you ran towards him and straight in his arms, his lips finding yours in a moment “Missed you” he mumbled as he peppered kisses all over your lips.

You chuckled “We haven’t seen each other in a week, Grant. It hasn’t been that long.”

He scoffed at your words “One week? Way waaay too long!” you exclaimed, pressing a kiss over your lips again “As much as I love all those panels-” he put on a pout “-I hate it when they keep me away from my beautiful wife.”

You giggled “Wel in that case- your wife has missed you a lot too.” you pressed your lips to his softly.

“I’m sorry I had to leave you alone for all this time.” he said with a soft sigh “I didn’t want that, I need you to know it.”

“I know Grant, it’s alright.” you shook your head.

“I just- I am sorry about the honeymoon too. It wasn’t even a full month because I had work to do.” he huffed slightly but you shook your head.

“Grant” you cupped his cheek “It’s not your fault, ok? I had work too, don’t forget that. I don’t want you to blame yourself, yeah? Besides I loved every bit of it. And now- now we’re married. And we can have as many honeymoons as we can. Hell we can make any month we want a honeymoon, yeah?”

“It definitely is a deal.” he smiled widely, kissing you on the lips as you giggled.

“That’s my man.” you squeezed him “And to think, Flash wasn’t really my favorite character when I was younger.” you pressed a kiss on his cheek as he smiled widely up at you “But gosh now I love him so much.”

“You better. Cause he loves you so much too!”

Four Years After ~ Chapter Three

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Genre: Angst // Romance

Member: Park Chanyeol

Summary: (of this series) Four years after your breakup with Chanyeol, you are forced into collaborating with him on a song for publicity. From fan signings together, to song-writing together, you both eventually have to sing together in public. But what happens along the way of this song-making process between two exes?

Summary: (of this chapter) Okay. It’s been forever since chapter two. But chapter three is here now! Chanyeol does some questionable actions and says some questionable statements.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter four}

He looks into your eyes again and you can see something shift in the way he looks at you.

It’s not love.

It’s not regret.

It’s not hatred.

It’s longing.

“Since the song is practically based on us…” he says. “And you want a merry ending. Let’s have a merry ending.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, curious.

If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t hear what he says next.

“Let’s continue our love story then. And let’s end it with something happy. Me and you.”

What kind of shit just came out of his mouth?

Why did Chanyeol just say he wanted to continue his love story with you?

And what was the point of saying that?

Because if he knew you, he’d definitely know that you would say no, especially by the way you’re looking at him right now.

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