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Saizo wasn’t in the mood for some chauvinist male bonding, so he just buried his face in his hands, trying to think of something, anything, he could do.

I’m sorry if some of you have already made this but tagging @wonky-glass-ornament @bmp-slbp-matchup @lumpy-space-kitten @books-and-colours

anonymous asked:

Your swan story just made me think "What if a tiny 4'11 woman saw a transformed swan and was basically all 'please make me ripped too' and ended up building a house by the lake to be with her swan buds. And people keep passing by and thinking she's a swan in human form, and are not prepared for her friends when their wrong"

(I love this idea! I’m trying this new thing where I don’t write 5,000 words and don’t post because it doesn’t have an ending lol. So here’s a short one!)


“I’ll make her my wife!” Samuel declares, slamming his tankard on the bar. The men and women around him groan, but it’s his best friend Otis that speaks.

“You’ve said that everyday for the past week,” Otis says. “Maybe try talking to her first, huh?”

Samuel shakes his head so hard that his hair, tied up with a scrap of leather, comes undone. “We don’t need words. Our eyes met across the lake. The sun lit up her verdant eyes and–”

We fell in love instantly,” the pub choruses. The ladies in the back all take a shot, giggling at their incomprehensible game.

Samuel continues doggedly. “My mother married a frog, and I will marry myself a swan. Fairy tales run in my family, mate, you’ll see.”

“Sure, you drunk bastard,” Otis says and buys him another pint.

Samuel decides that tomorrow, tomorrow he’ll show them all.

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“Good morning,” he calls from the fence line. He swipes his hat from his hand as the young woman turns and tries not to show his nerves. “L-lovely day we’re having, no?”

The young woman blinks at him. She’s small, thin arms and dainty feet with a long, lovely neck. This makes sense, of course, seeing that she is a swan in human form.

Samuel knows that at any moment, his love will invite him in, glad to finally have an excuse to be in his presence just as he is glad to be in hers. It is good that he knows this because the blood is pounding in his ears and he can hardly hear a thing over the thunder of his own heart.

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everyone needs to understand that kim seokjin is more than ‘just a pretty face’. he is an incredibly hardworking and talented person who tries to better himself day in and day out, despite being constantly told that he’s not talented or undeserving of lines or screen time. he very rarely complains and suffers and struggles quietly but still keeps a smile on his face and makes silly jokes to keep his fans happy. he deserves all the love and appreciation in the world and it’s so frustrating to watch bighit and some fans brush him off and disregard him like they tend to do. this boy is a damn inspiration and he shines brighter than every star in the universe and it’s damn well time that people start acknowledging that.

Batfamily NSFW headcanons

Well, here it is. Because of the nature of the questions, IT IS NSFW, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, do not read, I have PLENTY of other work that aren’t NSFW at all that you can check ;-) (right here, my masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com). Anyway, I’m not great at writing headcanons so thought I practice a bit…hope you’ll still like it :

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The Goodies-

Bruce Wayne

  • What turns them on?

✶When you touch him inappropriately in public. Especially at charities, galas and other balls. It drives him crazy the way you do it so sneakily so that no one but him notice. It’s a sure way to convince him to go home earlier. 
✶Seeing you putting someone in their place with your wits and sarcasms after they’ve been rude to you…Oh he lives for this, and will have trouble to concentrate on anything else but wanting you. 
✶Your smile. Your laugh. The way you light up his dark World.
✶That man has a thing with lifting your skirt slowly, and putting your panties aside. He couldn’t even tell you why, he just loves it. And obviously, it instantly turns him on when you let him.
✶Knowing that the emotions he feels for you can outlast the orgasm you both had. Oh yes. Knowing he’s loved, and can let go with you. 

  • What turns them off?

There is very few things that turns him off when he’s with you, if not nothing (like literally, even when you’re being annoying, or when he’s being an ass, or if you just woke up and are disheveled and not really attractive…he’d still want you), as everything you do is just…Wow. He can’t get enough of you. Everything you do turns him on really. But He had experiences with other women before… :
✶Women who couldn’t handle a simple conversation. No connection at all with them, just sex. In and out, and then they’d be gone. He hated that. Which makes him love you more when you just spent time in each others arms talking about anything and everything. You’re the only one that makes him want to talk about what he feels and such…It’s a big relief. You’re his big relief. 
✶He use to hate SO MUCH when he took a woman out that had a “fake hollywood accent”, or any fake accent. A lot of fake French one. They thought it made them more interesting, but the only thing it did, was making them super annoying to hear so…Yeah, massive turn off. He cringed more than once because of a high pitched voice, or an annoying one with a stupid fake accent.
✶Narcissism turned him off instantly. Oh the many women Alfred had to escort out because Bruce misjudge them…It happened to him a lot when he was younger, long before meeting you. He thought he’d find a kindred spirit, but turned out, it would just be a woman who wanted him for his money and fame, and who thought she was irresistible. Spoiler : those kind of women were rarely irresistible, to him at least. He could resist them very well. He could resist most women very well…But you. Oh you, it’s impossible. 
✶Lack of passion. He just cannot even think about dating someone who isn’t passionate about anything. 
✶Fake tits. That doesn’t even remotely look (or feel) natural. Fuck them. And oh the women he went out as a younger man had a lot of fake things physically (fake ass, tits, teeth, nose…), every thing was fake in them really, to their personality and smiles. He hated that with a passion, and often wished he could drop the “womanizer” and “playboy” persona, that wasn’t like his real him at all…Everything changed when you came in. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, nothing fake about you (for real though, if you wanna tell him to fuck off because he’s being an asshole, they you’ll do so, and he loves that!). 

  • Kinks?

Nearly violent sex. Bitey, grabby, pinny, not-holding-back sex. Paired with sweet words of encouragement and gentle forehead/Cheek kisses.
✶Surprise sex. You waking him up because his cock is in your mouth. Him whipping you around while you walk around the Manor, and boom.
✶Sex after an injury. He loves the way you’re careful with him, or how he needs to take care of you because you’re hurt. 
✶He likes giving more than receiving. WITH YOU. Because he feels like he has to thank you to put up with his shit and antics…And you do it so well, oh he just has to please you. Doesn’t mean he’s against a good old blowjob though. Oh, and damn, the good old 69 am I right ? 
✶He can be vanilla and/or rough, and you love it. He would never really hurt you (even if you ask him too, just light biting really), and most of the time you make love, rarely just fucking (unless you haven’t seen each other for a long time and you just need it)…He’s all for the sweet and cuddly aftercare. Cheesy man. 

Richard Grayson

  • What turns them on?

✶You. Your mere presence. A slight touch of your fingers on his arms. And he’s gone. It’s not always great, like, you’d be in public and you’d just touch his thigh softly, as you do, and he’d give you “that look”…
✶Snuggles. Cuddles. Oh yes. 
✶Neck kisses. It drives him beyond wild. 
✶He will get harder inside you by the mere sound of your moans…And hearing you orgasm, clenching around him, is a sure way to send him over the edge too. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Being with someone boring. Glad he found you. 
✶If he’s with a “selfish lover”. He doesn’t mind giving at all, but for him, making love is a way to show mutual respect, to show how much you mean for each other…so if he’s with someone who only think about themselves ? No.
✶When his partner is too forward about wanting sex. “Want to fuck ?” Oh. Nope, he likes when it’s subtle. When you give him sultry looks and such. He likes the building up. 
✶Bad breath. As simple as that. 

  • Kinks?

✶Once, he was arguing with you and in the heat of the moment, you slapped his face. Of course you excused yourself profusely, until you realized he went from being annoyed to argue to being very aroused…You both learned something about him that day. So, light BDSM. Who would’ve thought ?
✶He lives for silly giggly sex. Pleasure, your moans and bad puns, how could it get better than this ? 
✶Women’s mid sections. He loves slight belly and curvy hips. As simple as that.
✶He’s a sucker for romantic evening, that turns hot and steamy. 
✶Rubbing your legs, ass and back during the act. Oh yeah. 

Jason Todd

  • What turns them on?

✶Seeing you punching people. It sounds awful, but the way you don’t let anyone walk on your feet and don’t hesitate to punch people even twice your size…He loves it. 
✶If you wear a dress, your legs will instantly turn him on. He loves your legs. Especially when wrapped around his waist. 
✶You love to dance, and hum songs you like…Big turn on every time, as he can’t get enough of your voice, and you’re damn sexy when you dance. 
✶When you’re trying to contain yourself, but simply cannot. Muscles spasm and contort as you climax.

  • What turns them off?

✶Judgmental people. The kind who decides what you are before knowing you.
✶The daddy kink. Oh God, NO. 
✶It’s something kinda silly, he knows, but he hates long unclipped toe nails. Ew. You laughed the first time he told you. Well, yeah, it’s super gross. 
✶Lacks of enthusiasm and initiative. He can’t be with a woman who lets him do everything, chose everything for her. And who never initiates anything. Basically, the opposite of you. 

  • Kinks?

✶Clothed sex, because it feels like you two are so hungry for each other, that you just can’t bother getting all the clothes off. 
✶Sex games. First one to come loses. 
✶Public and semi-public sex. Hey, he likes danger. When you two are almost caught…Oh the thrill.
✶He’s very creative when it comes to sexual position. As long as your comfortable of course…He’s sure glad you’re flexible by the way.

Timothy Drake

  • What turns them on?

✶Intelligent woman. Intelligence in general. 
✶The way you look at him, with so much love, that makes him feel like he’s really wanted and needed…Sometimes, he just needs validation, as he doesn’t always gets it with his family. Fortunately, you’re here for that. 
✶Nibbling on his ears and neck, while whispering sweet nothing.
✶Eye contact. He just loves it. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Loud people. Oh God can’t they shut up ? He hasn’t slept for the past 36 hours and they’re making his head explode. Instant turn off if there’s too many noises. Though he loves your screams…It’s different ok ? 
✶If you starfish. Making love is a thing he wants to do with you, not to a very passive you. Fortunately, you’re never able to “starfish”…you’d do it as a joke sometimes, because you know he doesn’t like it, and then you wouldn’t be able to resist moving in sync with him.
✶Nothing to talk about but yourself. Someone obsessed with themselves. Oh he hates it. He’s so glad he didn’t find someone who didn’t had any subject else than themselves. He’s so glad he found you. Because with the name “Wayne” comes a plethora of women only interested in money and fame, who loves no one else but themselves. 
✶He hates feigned incompetence. Like a girl who acts like she doesn’t know anything about sex, while she’s clearly experienced. He always feels manipulated when this happens…

  • Kinks?

✶He loves to “discover boundaries”. Like what you like, dislike, what you two are willing to do, the extent you can go etc etc..Knowing just until where both of your boundaries go. 
✶You two nerds invented a secret “sex langage” to be able to talk about it in public. Of course you would.  
✶Nerdy dirty talk. Oh the puns about technologies, and pop culture you two are able to get out while making love : it’s endless. And he loves it. It makes him feel like he found just the perfect person for him. And you really are. 
✶Lazy morning sex. Bath sex. Those private moment with you, where you can just both enjoy each other. Domestic moment sex if that makes sense. 

Damian Wayne (older than his current age of course)

  • What turns them on?

✶Training together, seeing you fight and such. The way your body moves…Gets him every time. 
✶The way you look at him and tell him “I love you”. He’ll never get tired of it. Seeing the love in your eyes for him, knowing you mean it, that there’s at least one person in the world that really love and appreciate his bratty ass. 
✶When you caress his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Soothing and arousing at the same time. 
✶The way you bite your lips or stick out your tongue when you’re focused. 

  • What turns them off?

✶He tries to be nice about it but…Body odors. If you smell because you two jumped on each other before you could take a shower…Instant turn off. Even his own smell could turn him off. Basically, if it smells bad, he won’t be able to concentrate on sex at all. He’s a living paradox however as he loves the smell of your sweat.
✶Hurting you. 
✶Rude and vulgar people. 
✶Lack of empathy.

  • Kinks?

✶Sensory deprivation. Like blindfolded, so you have to rely on trust and such. Or handcuffed, so you can’t touch and…again trust comes in. Sometimes, he would put headphones on your ears, so you wouldn’t know what his next move is by the sound…Basically, knowing you trust him and letting him do all that. 
✶He likes trying new things.But will never do anything you’re uncomfortable doing of course. Consent is key.  
✶Always the tease though. 
✶Sometimes, he’ll argue with you ON PURPOSE just for the amazing make-up sex afterward…Each time you’ll give him a look meaning : “really Damian ?”, and he’ll just smirk back at you. He knows how to push all your buttons, and oh, he just really like the way you are during make-up sex. 
✶You come first. He loves you, he wants you to be comfortable, but he also like trying new things and he’s so damn glad he found someones like you who’s willing to be adventurous. 

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Mark is bad at games 😂😂 but he’s good at eating jellies🍬🍬 

a thought:

genji finds some old tamagotchis at like a flea market or something and buys them for nostalgia’s sake, has a little fun with them. but then zenyatta finds them and just absolutely falls in love with them, like he hears them beep and he’s like “what is it my child? do you require feeding? are you bored? do not worry i shall play with you.” and genji’s like “master, are you really interrupting your meditation for those silly toys?” and zenyatta just gives him the most offended look he can muster with his expressionless face and is like “do no speak of them like that genji they can hear you you are being RUDE”

thinkin about papyrus

okay so i don’t have the screens for this rn but if you lose to papyrus he locks you in the shed right? and he leaves you a little note

if you lose to him twice, the note says something along the lines of “please ask before escaping next time! i was worried sick!”

and he signs it with “slightly bonetrousled, papyrus”

so from this, we can assume that the definition of “bonetrousle” is feeling anxious, worried, or nervous

…so why is his battle theme called that, then?

papyrus is a character who has a lot more to him than meets the eye, and one of the big things is that he puts on an act a lot of the time. remember the Q&A, where it was revealed that he’s never eaten spaghetti, he just makes it because others love it? or how when you call him and undyne in grillby’s, his opinion of grease changes the instant undyne reveals hers? plus, we already know he’s conflicted about trying to capture you in the first place.

he called his battle theme “anxiety” and disguised that with something that sounds silly and cool, and everyone takes it at face value. hm. i wonder where parallels can be drawn there.

also of note is that when you challenge him on the genocide route? his battle is completely, totally silent. an incredibly slowed-down version of bonetrousle plays before the battle, sure, but the moment you enter the battle screen? nothing.

so even in pacifist, he’s sort of nervous- “oh geez i really need to capture the human but they’re so nice but i’ll be popular but they haven’t hurt anyone”

but in genocide? no false confidence, no pretending. he’s 100% positive that he’s going to convince you to change your ways. he’s not bonetrousled at all.

married part 6- h.s imagine

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Harry smiled as he looked down at his mom on her wedding day as they were swaying back and forth on the dance floor. Anne smiled at her son but couldn’t help but notice that Harry’s eyes would glance over to his beautiful best friend sitting down at a table. She noticed whenever they caught each other’s gaze, they would blush and look away. “Harry” Anne spoke up, interrupting Harry’s staring. “Yes, mum?” Harry asked, his eyebrows quirking up. Anne smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. “Promise me that you’ll marry that girl someday.” Harry looked back over towards you. You had your hand placed over your mouth as you laughed at something his little cousin told you. Harry smiled and looked down before he looked into his mother’s eyes. “I promise.”

Growing up, you always thought having the “perfect ending” and “finding the one” was a total cliche. Whenever your friends described kissing their significant other, they would always describe the feeling of being on top of the world. You never believed that you would find someone who would be able to give you that feeling. You never believed that someone’s lips would be able to give you that much reassurance.

Until Harry kissed you.

As Harry’s lips met yours, you finally knew what everyone was talking about. Kissing Harry made you feel like you could take on the world. This kiss alone made you feel like all your worries and all your stress suddenly vanished into thin air. Kissing Harry felt right.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s neck as you kissed him back. You could feel Harry’s lips quirking into a smile as he kissed you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to pull you closer as if he couldn’t bare to have you and further away from him.

When Harry kissed you, his best friend, he felt sparks. His lips felt like they were on fire. Never has he ever felt this way whenever he kissed Kimberly. It was in this kiss Harry knew that you were it for him. It was in this kiss did he realize just how in love with you he was.

What felt like an eternity, you finally pulled away. Both you and Harry were panting from the kiss. With closed eyes, Harry smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Harry finally spoke up, “I can’t believe I waited so long to do that.”

You stepped out of Harry’s hold, wrapping your arms around yourself, suddenly feeing so ashamed. You shook your head as you whispered, “That was wrong, Harry.” As much as you loved the kiss and no matter how magical it felt, you were with Lucas and until the divorce was final, Harry was still married. You could literally see all the color from Harry’s face drain. You could see nothing but horror on his face as he backed into the wall behind him. You watched as his eyes took you in. It was like he was trying to understand the million thoughts going through your mind. You avoided eye contact with him as you stared at the ground, your eyes welling up with tears once again.

Suddenly Harry whispered, “But I love you, Y/N.”

You placed your hand over your mouth as you tried to choke back a sob that was trying to rip its way out of your body.

Harry slowly stepped closer to you. “It’s been a year since you told me you loved me, Y/N. Please, I need to hear you say it again. Please.”

When Harry was met with silence, he wiped his eyes. He looked down at his fidgeting fingers. “Do you still love me, Y/N?”

You looked up at Harry. As much as you wanted to scream out how much of an idiot he was and that of course you still loved him, you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to tell him that you don’t think you’ll ever stop loving him, you didn’t. Instead you said something you instantly regretted, “I fell in love with Lucas.”

You watched as Harry gasp for air. You watched as he placed his hand over where his heart was as if you actually broke it in pieces. You sniffed before you whispered, “I’m sorry, H.” Quickly, you walked back into the restaurant.

Harry placed his head in his hands as he dropped down to the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest as he cried the hardest he’s ever cried. Not giving a flying fuck who saw. Harry felt broken. Not only did he miss the opportunity to be with the love of his life, he lost his best friend.


You stared down at your lap as you sat in a silent uber with Lucas. Lucas was staring out of the window, not daring to say a word. He didn’t have to see Harry but he knew he was there tonight. He also knew that he was the reason why you had tear stained cheeks. Lucas glanced at you before he sighed. He took your hand in his. “Y/N? Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?”

You looked down at Lucas’s hand holding yours. You couldn’t help but think about how you felt absolutely nothing for this sweet man in front of you. You tried so hard to think about spending a future with Lucas. You thought Lucas was your chance of finally being happy. But after seeing Harry? After kissing Harry? You knew what you had to. You looked up at Lucas’s eyes filled with nothing but concern. You sighed before you whispered, “I can’t be with you anymore, Lucas.”

Lucas let go of your hand. Staring at his lap, he let out an, “Oh.” You shook your head as you inched closer to him. You placed your hand on his knee. “I can’t be the girl you need, Lucas. You’re so sweet and so caring. I don’t deserve you.”

Lucas nodded as he placed his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay, Y/N. I understand.” You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly the car pulled in front of your apartment building. You thanked the uber driver and said a goodbye to Lucas before you got out of the car. You started to walk inside until Lucas called out your name. He had the window rolled down as he said, “I hope you get your happy ending with him one day, Y/N.”

You smiled. This boy really was something special. You knew he would make someone feel so happy one day. “I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow.” You said before you made your way inside.


You let out a yawn as you stepped off the elevator, a tray of coffee in your hand. Whenever you closed your eyes, all you saw was Harry’s crying face. Guilt consumed your body as you thought about the lie you told Harry. You knew there was no way that you could fix it. You knew this was officially the end of an era. You sighed, hoping the makeup artist Emma hired for today will be able to conceal a broken heart. You knocked on Emma’s door before Olivia, another bridesmaid, opened the door for you. You gave her a small smile and hug before you walked into the hotel room.

Emma and Niall decided to have their wedding at one of the most beautiful hotels London had to offer, Hotel ZaZa. They both rented a room dedicated to the groomsmen to get ready and a room for the bridesmaids to get ready.

Emma’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw you. She walked over to you and gave you a hug before she grabbed the coffee tray out of your hands. “Y/N! Just in time, it’s your turn to get your makeup done.” You nodded as you sat in front of the makeup artist. The other two bridesmaids were sitting on the other side of the room getting their hair done. Emma sat down on the bed across from you. She noticed how quiet you were as the makeup artist was having at it on your face. “I saw you and Harry out on the patio last night.” Emma whispered softly. She saw the moment you pulled away from Harry after the kiss. She saw how Harry crumbled to the floor as you fled the scene. You glanced at Emma before you looked away.

“Do you want to talk about it softly?” Emma asked. You shook your head as the makeup artist was grabbing a brush. “No. It’s your wedding day. We should be focusing on you right now.” You smiled softly at Emma. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Horan?”


You smiled your best smile as you walked down the aisle. You looked straight ahead to see a very nervous Niall smiling at you. As you walked to where the other bridesmaids were standing, you mouthed to him, “You got this.”

Suddenly an instrumental version of “A Thousand Years” started to play, signaling the bride was coming. You smiled as you saw Emma walking down with her father. You remember when Emma told you that she wanted to walk down to this song, you thought it was silly. You thought it was a total cliche. But after seeing Emma smiling down at her husband to be with tears on both their faces, you knew this song was perfect for him. You truly knew they would love each other for thousands of years.

Finally the time came for Niall and Emma to say their vows to each other. You noticed Niall’s trembling fingers as he reached inside his suit pocket to grab his paper. He took a deep breath before he looked into Emma’s eyes.

“Emma, when I met you a year ago, I knew you were going to be the girl I married. After our second date, I promised myself that I would never hurt you. I promised that I will always be the one to make you laugh whenever you’re upset, to be the one that holds your hand when you need someone to talk to, and to be the one that you can call your best friend. The more that I’m with you, the more I forget the feeling of being lonely.”

As Harry was listening to Niall’s vows, he couldn’t help but look at you. God, he thought. You looked absolutely gorgeous. How was it that everyone’s eyes were on the bride but he couldn’t take his eyes off you? You were stunning. Harry’s eyes started to well with tears as he stared at his best friend. He couldn’t help but think that the next wedding you were going to be at would be your own with Lucas.

Emma cleared her throat before she promised her vows to Niall, “Niall Horan, I have never met someone that makes me laugh as much as you do. Never have I ever found someone that I can truly be myself with. You make me forget all of my troubles in the world and I could never thank you enough for that. I promise to always choose you. Whenever things get hard and whenever you need someone to talk to, I will be your best friend. I will be your wife.”

You wiped away a tear as you looked out into the guests. Immediately you were able to find Harry’s green eyes. You noticed how Harry was tearing up as he was staring back at you. You couldn’t help but think these were the kind of vows you always pictured yourself saying to Harry. You couldn’t get Harry off your mind.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Niall, you may kiss your bride.”


Emma smiled gratefully at you as she washed her hands. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I knew going to the restroom was going to be hard but I didn’t think it was going to be that hard.” You let out a chuckle as you were washing your own hands. Emma was practically begging you to help her pee while she was in her dress during dinner. How could you say no to the bride?

“No problem at all, love.” You replied as you dried your hands. You were about to walk out the restroom when you noticed Emma wasn’t following. You closed the door and turned around to see Emma staring off into space.

“Em? You ready?” You asked. Emma looked back at you and smiled. She pulled you into a hug. Confused, you returned the hug. Emma pulled away from the hug and pulled you over to the lounge area of the restroom. She sat on one of the couches and you followed after her. Emma grabbed your hand in hers. “Y/N. Even though I’ve known you for less than a year, I can happily say you’re one of my best friends.”

You smiled, “You’re my best friend too, Em.” Emma smiled before she continued, “In my relationship with Niall, you’ve been nothing but supportive. You’ve supported our love for each other from the start and I will always remain grateful. That’s why, as your best friend, I want nothing but you to be happy. And I know that being happy means being with Harry.”

You were about to object but Emma shook her head no. “When I saw you guys last night, it was obvious how much you guys loved each other. Anyone could clearly see that. When I saw you guys kiss, I was rooting for the two of you. I really was. Harry, he’s a good guy. And you deserve nothing but that. It broke my heart when I saw you run away. And when I saw how devastated Harry was? I thought that was it. I had to get you guys to understand that you guys had to come together, not run away. I know he’s hurt you. But you’ve hurt him too. Talk to him, make things right, allow yourself to be happy.”

By the end of Emma’s speech, you had her pulled into a tight hug. Emma smiled as she hugged you back. You pulled back from the hug as you smiled at Emma. “Thank you for that.”


Harry was sitting down at his assigned table, an untouched plate of food in front of him. He was watching Emma and her dad sharing their father-daughter dance until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to find you standing behind him.

“H? Can we talk?”


thank you guys so much for reading! i’ve been getting nothing but sweet and kind messages about this series and when the next part was going to be posted. i hope i did everyones justice! lol i love hearing from you guys! definitely let me know what you guys thought/ want to see happen next! all the love, t. 

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you can find part 7 here

fun fact: for my mom’s wedding two years ago, she walked down to a thousand years lol 

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Genre: Smut, Cathybrid! AU

Word count: 4k

pairing: Jimin x reader

Warnings: rated M, sexual content, language, cat/human hybrid, (reverse?) thigh riding, sub!Jimin

A/N: part of cathybrid!BTS miniseries!

others:  Yoongi   |   Taehyung

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Secrets

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Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Sleep Alone (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: After a long night of crime fighting, Peter visits his best friend as he always does, only to discover that she had fallen asleep while waiting for him. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a little fic with your friendly neighborhood spiderman being a little cutie. 

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Peter let out a content sigh as he found himself feeling warm in the light that illuminated from Y/n’s bedroom window. He calmly ran his finger along the edge of the chipping paint of the frame before opening the window slowly and as quietly as he could before slipping into the cool air that filled the four blue walls. 

“Y/n?” Peter whispered the girl’s name quietly as he looked around the room before his eyes found themselves gazing upon the sleeping form of a girl. 

Y/n’s hair was in her face, in her hands sat a book as she laid on her back, the warm covers beneath her. She was beautiful in Peter’s eyes.

Peter let out a light chuckle as he knelt down beside the bed. He carefully placed a kiss upon the sleeping beauty’s head before sliding the book out of her hands and marking her page. He then lifted her off the bed like a husband would his new bride and placed her beneath the covers before he kicked off his shoes and took his place beside her. 

‘I will never let anything bad happen to you’. ‘I’m so in love with you’. ‘God, you are beautiful.’ It was like a therapeutic spilling of kindness and affection that Peter never said when he thought Y/n could hear him as his fingers grazed over the lines of Y/n’s face and her hair. 

Naturally, feeling the sudden warmth surrounding her and the soft sounds of Peter’s voice and his sweet nothings, broke Y/n free of her dream world as she continued to listen. 

“This is the story of how I fell in love with you,” Peter whispered quietly as he placed a gentle kiss upon Y/n’s cheekbone. “I’ve never told it to you, but it’s not something I think you’d ever want to hear when you’re awake. It’s silly, I know, cause I’m Peter Parker, neighborhood dork and you’re Y/n L/n, cheerleader and popular best friend of said dork. You get invited to parties and I get to make Lego models with Ned. Not that I don’t like hanging out with Ned, I do, I just wished that I could be your date to parties someday.”

Peter let out a long sigh as he placed another tender kiss on Y/n’s forehead, causing Y/n to refrain from giggling at the feeling. “Anyway, I think it all started in the first grade, when we met. I wasn’t in love with you then, not yet anyway, but I made a best friend. You were always the cutest girl I’d ever met, especially with the way you wore your hair and the way you obsessed over those 80′s movies your mom let you watch.

“And then in fifth grade, when you broke your arm and sprained your ankle while we were skateboarding at the park. You were trying to be so brave and tried not to cry, but the moment I picked you up to carry you home to Aunt May, you sobbed and cried out in pain and told me you never wanted me to let go of you. When you had your arms tightly around my neck with your face buried in my chest, I knew there was something between us.

“But, then you and I, we didn’t hang out as much as we used to once we got to high school. I know you felt bad about it, I know you still do, because you had cheer and sports and the only club we were in together was robotics and you weren’t always able to come with your other responsibilities, but we have these nights together and we were one another’s dates to homecoming, even though you were asked by other guys. 

“Speaking of homecoming, that was the night I realized what I’ve felt for years had a name. Love. The way you laughed when I told you not to choke me with my bow tie as you helped me fix it to the way your voice sounded so soft and sweet when we slow danced. And, God, just the way you worked the room like you owned the place when you didn’t ditch me when I fell behind, but tucked your arm under mine and took me with you, introducing me to your friends. I’ve never felt so included. 

“And most importantly, the way your lips felt against mine when you kissed me goodnight. That was my first kiss and if I died today, I’d be glad that it was my last. We haven’t talked about it since then, but I wish I could get the courage to ask you out, to tell you I love you. 

“Cause it was you who initiates everything. You asked me if we could be friends in first grade, you were the one who asked me to homecoming. You kissed me.

“I don’t know, laying next to you makes me wish to never sleep alone, to never be alone. I don’t know if you kissed me out of pity the night of homecoming or if you kissed me because maybe you love me too. But, Y/n, I love you.”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Y/n’s sudden voice startled Peter.

“I’m sleep talking,” Peter said immediately. “This is all a dream. You’re dreaming.” 

Y/n hid a smile against Peter’s neck, a sensation that Peter felt melt his heart, and drew him closer. “I love you too,” she said simply, with a soft sigh, as she drifted back to sleep content in the safety of Peter’s arms, knowing for the first time in her life, love could be reciprocated by even the silliest of heroes.

Dinner Party

Summary: After Bucky returns home from a mission all you want to do is stay in bed (naked) all day with him. But you two have to go to a friend’s birthday to make things fun he proposes a little game.

Paring: Bucky x Reader.

Words: 2575

Warnings:  There is a lot in fuffly in this, but also SMUT and loats of teasing.

This is a one-shot

Thank you to @drinkfantasy, for being my beta you are the best.

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

You look at yourself in the mirror, felling happy about your appearance. You are wearing one of your favorites dresses, it is navy blue with a modest cleavage in the front and another masive one in the back.

You look cute for your friend’s birthday, your make up it’s done in a very simple away, just some mascara and lip gloss. You turn around and see Bucky who is lying on your bed almost sleeping. You sit by his side and he hides his face on your lap. You start playing with his hair, making him moan at your gentle actions.

“Are you sure you want to come along? You can stay here and sleep a little. I won’t hold against you if you don’t come with me.” You know that he is tired, Bucky came back home around 4 a.m. from a two weeks mission and he only slept a few hours.

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Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

Word Count: 3043 

A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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Lucky

HEY!  It was @whoacanada‘s berfday yesterday!  <3 Here’s a little something for you.  I hope you had an amazing birthday! xoxo


Sometimes, it’s really hard for Jack Laurent Zimmermann to concentrate when Bitty is in the room.  Back at Samwell – and well, most of his life, really – Jack had been able to keep his mind on one track.  Focused. Trained. 

But then, he found big brown eyes watching him with timidity, with curiosity, with friendship, with love, with lust… and then all bets were off.  And if he’s honest with himself, Eric Richard Bittle made him stumble and lose his concentration well before that first kiss in Chowder’s new room.

Having dinner with Lardo and Shitty, as Bitty retells his latest baking escapade and Shitty slams the table in a fit of laughter, Jack can’t hear a single word because soon he’s just thinking about Bitty’s lips, the way Bitty will stop and bite his lower lip in between words.  And well, that leads to him thinking about Bitty’s mouth, his tongue, the oh-so-talented things Bitty can do with that tongue.

“Isn’t that right, Jack?” Bitty asks, abruptly bringing Jack back to the here and now.

“Huh?  Oh, yeah, Bits.  Absolutely!”

Bitty studies Jack briefly, then smirks knowingly and continues.

“Anyway, so there I was with this yeast rising and…”

Jack sinks into his seat feeling foolish and in love.

+

When Jack comes home from a run, and Bitty is still gorgeously laid out in bed, sound asleep, it’s all he can do to not climb into the bed with him.  Jack swears he’s on his way to shower, but then gets sidetracked by the tangled bedhead that sighs into the pillow, by the way Bitty’s lashes flutter as he dreams (probably of pie and music and sunshine, Jack thinks) and he finds himself walking toward the bed ready to climb in.

But then he remembers how sweaty he is in all his post-run glory.  He loves Bitty too much to subject him to his funk.  So Jack sadly shuffles toward the bathroom, only to be distracted once again before making it inside.

+

Sometimes Jack wonders if he’s obsessed with Bitty.  

Is it normal to want to be with someone all the time, to want to see them every single moment, to want them to be happy above all else?  He once heard Alicia tell Bob that Jack is so in love with Bitty, if they were ever to break up, Bitty would be fine eventually – but Jack would never recover.  This worries her.  

It worries Jack, too.

+

“Is that… a pie?”  Bitty asked in awe.

“Yes.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really.  Just tender.”

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann. That is both the craziest and sweetest thing!”

Jack beams when he sees Bitty face.

“I cannot believe you got a pie with my name tattooed over your heart.”

Jack can’t believe it either… and yet he absolutely can.

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Anytime he makes a goal, and he knows Bitty is sitting in the family section of the arena, he skates past the glass and points at Bitty.

It’s silly.  Jack knows it’s silly.  But how else will Bitty know that each goal is for him?

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He writes a love letter a day to Bitty, but never presses send.  His draft folder in his Gmail is filled with confessions his heart makes but is too shy to actually say outright.  One day he’ll be brave again and press send.  

In the meantime, he’ll press kisses into Bitty’s lips every chance he gets.

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It’s their tenth year anniversary party, and Jack has their son sitting on his lap grabbing a fistful of cake and shoveling it into his tiny mouth, while their daughter dances next to them both.

Jack laughs as Bitty walks in and tuts, as he smiles and wipes the small face before him.

“Maybe you should be paying attention to that boy, instead of looking at my legs from across the room, hmm?”

Jack blushes and nods, “Maybe if you’d finally stop wearing those tiny shorts…”

“And what, have you stop drooling?  It’s almost as if you don’t know me,” Bitty sassily replies.

Jack knows this is all he’s ever wanted, all he’ll ever need, his life is complete in a way he never thought it could – or would – be, and he knows he is a lucky, lucky man.

He smiles as he watches his husband sashay out of the room.


Familiar

Plot: It had been a few months since Park Jimin had learned a valuable lesson, but he was craving to meet the person who had taught it to him, even though he was still with his girlfriend.

Pairing: Idol! Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: MUCH Angst, fluff

Notes: There you go. Foreign 2. I ain’t writing more of this. You are lucky I didn’t kill off the reader or anyone. 2.5k Words

P.S. If you ask for more, I’m just going to ignore it because I hate writing more cliché bull. I love you all, but I’m a brat.

Foreign | masterlist

Originally posted by sosjimin

It was never the same. After he had met you, he stopped caring about his relationship, but tried so hard to do what he could to get the same spark he used to have. Don’t get him wrong – there was a spark, but it didn’t come close to the one he had with you. 

His bandmates had even noticed this change. It wasn’t obvious, but he had been with his bandmates for more than three years now. They knew about his behavior. It was less excitable when he saw his girlfriend, maybe he went over to her place more, but it seemed as if he was forcing himself to.

“Jimin, are you okay?”

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Let Me Help - Tom Holland x Reader

Title: Let Me Help
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Tom learns one of your deepest secrets and wants to help.
Word Count: 1.9k
WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUT SO ENTER AT UR OWN RISK
A/N: This wasn’t requested, and it’s my very first smut ever, so please go easy on me!! And thank you @spideysosterfield for sending me this pic and causing my thirst.

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Jealous Pirate - Harry Hook x reader

Originally posted by unchxxrted

A/N This is a Harry Hook x reader imagine. This is my first imagine so if you guys want more you can request it, just send me a message. Also feel free to give me feedback, sorry if it sucks. I do not own the Gif. Also it is in your point of view.

Summary: You were a VK kid and apart of Uma’s crew. Everyone knew about your crush on Harry Hook, evern Gil and we know that boys not the brightest. One day when you are talking about it Harry joins the conversation. Then one lie leads to a jealous pirate.

Link to masterlist:  https://stevebuchananparker267.tumblr.com/masterlist

“Y/N just admit that you loooooooooove Harry,” Gil said with the biggest smirk on his face. “Oh shut up, I do not,” I said trying to hid the blush that was creeping on on my face.

“You so do, Y/N and Harry sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-,” Uma sang but was cut off by you. “Ok, ok, we get it. If I say I like him will you leave me alone?”

“Say you like who”, a thick accent asked. 

“Harry, hey. When um, when did you get here,” I said trying to make my voice not shaky but failing.

“Just now, so you were saying that you liked someone,” he questioned me with a foreign expression on his face I had never seen before. Jealousy maybe?When I didn’t answer Gil decided to answer for me. Perfect.

“Y/N was saying how much she loves-” 

“GRANT! I have a HUGE crush on Grant,” I shouted out just so Harry wouldn’t know it was him. I looked over to Gil and Uma who were shooting daggers at me.

“Grant?” Harry questioned with a puzzled look.

“Yes Grant, you know, Mother Gothel’s son,” I stated. I have never seen so much hatred and sadness in a person’s eyes as I did when I looked at Harry’s.

“What is so great about Grant?” He asked with venom dripping off his tongue.

“Me and Gil are gonna go so you two can have more privacy,” Uma said with a sly smile. As Gil and her walked out the room she gave me a wink before closing the door.

“Y/n you need someone who will treat you like a queen. Someone who would drop everything they have to be with you. You need a man, not some silly boy who will end up hurting you. He’s not good enough for you, y/n. He isn’t even half as good as he should be.You could do so much better,” He said with so much convention in his voice.

“Do you really think that,” I asked with hope laced in my voice.

“Of course I do, love,” He said as a smile spread on his face. “Harry, why do you care who I like anyway?” I questioned with a little hope that he would say he liked me.

“I-I, It’s just,” Harry sighed. “Y/n I love you. I know you like Grant but you are worth so much more then him. Trust me when I say he won’t treat you right. Y/n I could make you happy. I could give you the life you deserve. I could give you the world,” He said with so much love in his voice, as he stroked my face with his hook.

“Oh Harry, I don’t like Grant. I just said that so you wouldn’t know I liked you. Oh who am I kidding? I love you, not like you. I can’t see my life without you,” I said as a rushed forward to hug Harry. He immediately hugged back, carefully placing his hook on your back.

“Y/n, please be my girlfriend and let me treat you like the queen you deserve to be treated as,” Harry said as he pulled away to look me in the eyes.

“Yes, of course Harry!” I replied happily. Harry smiled widely and pulled me into a kiss.

“Finally!” Gil and Uma said at the same time. I pulled away from Harry and started to laugh. “You guys better run,” Harry said with an amused tone as we started chasing after them.

A/n Sorry if it seemed a little out of his character, I am going to write more imagines with him so I promise I will write it more like him.

“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”

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Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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Body Say

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Bucky imagine? Where the reader is quite a bit younger than the rest of the team (LEGAL AGE OFC) and likes bucky but doesn’t think he likes her back because of the age gap? I totally understand if you don’t wanna write something like this! Thanks, love your blog! Xx

Word Count: 2472

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: language and unprotected sex


The moment Bucky saw you, he knew he was done for. Your eyes held a certain kind of wonder in them. Bucky found it adorable how you would look around the Stark tower in complete awe, you had a childlike curiosity about things and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

“Avengers!” Tony shouted as he walked into the common room, clapping his hands together for good measure, “we have a newest member to our team.” Tony stepped aside to you step forward, showing yourself to the team. You waved at Earth’s mightiest heroes shyly, not really knowing how to approach the situation.

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