and my hand is weird ew

Accidental Potion Slippage

IMAGINE: Draco knew there was something wrong when (Y/N) started fawning over a Weasley. Why the hell did she decide to like a Weasley when he was just about to ask her out? 

[gif is not mine. just a bit of fluff. once again from this prompt (x). a bit wordy once again.] 

warnings: swear words

words: 1.6k +

Draco looked at his best friend who was now currently fawning over a Weasley. A Weasley of all people! He stabbed his eggs viciously, then groaned when it fell off his plate. Can nothing go right? Since when did (Y/N) watch Weasley with stupid love heart eyes? And since when can he not eat eggs?

“Stop staring,” Draco grumbled.

(Y/N) turned to Draco, “Huh? Did you say something Draco?”

He rolled his eyes, “Stop staring at the Weasley, you might catch his Weasley-ness.” Draco scrunched up his nose at that thought. “Disgusting,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” (Y/N) placed a hand on top of the table and placed her chin on it. “I mean the way that he eats, it’s just,” she didn’t finish speaking, she just closed her eyes and smiled. And bloody hell was that a small moan emitting from her mouth?

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Blaise asked as he sat down in front of (Y/N). He followed her stare to the Gryffindor table. “A Weasley?”

“Like you can talk Zabini,” Theo piped up. He received a light punch to the arm by Blaise. “Dick.”

“I swear to god she’s been slipped a potion,” Draco muttered. It was the only explanation. She didn’t like the Weasley’s…the only ones that she can stand were the twins and they were long graduated, and the Weasley girl. Unless… she did really like Weasley. Draco shuddered. No, it definitely wasn’t that. (Y/N) disliked the Weasley’s, not as much as Draco but still.

“I’m right here,” (Y/N) groaned. “And I wasn’t slipped a potion. It’s just you know when you wake up and see someone in a different light, and suddenly they’re the only person you can think about?”

Draco sat there silently. Of course he knew, he’s been feeling that way towards her ever since fifth year. He was hoping to ask her to Hogsmeade, maybe join his family’s holiday to Germany, but (Y/N) taking a fancy to Weasley certainly put a damper to his plans.

“But he’s a Weasley,” was all Draco came up with. It sounded pathetic even to him, even though he would never admit it.

“Names are just labels.” They all watched as Ron walked out of the Great Hall with Potter next to him, then they turned to (Y/N) who started packing up her things.

“And where are you off to?” Blaise asked. “We have a free.”

“So does Ron, maybe I can catch up to him.” (Y/N) picked up her bag and ran towards the exit.

“For fucks sake, you’re screwed mate,” Blaise said as she bit into a muffin. Draco groaned and smacked his head against the table.

“Draco! There you are! I need help!” (Y/N) called out as she rushed to her best friend.

Draco placed the book he held in his hands into his bag, “What is it?”

Hold my hand so he gets jealous.(Y/N) pointed to Weasley who was laughing loudly with the other Gryffindor’s. Draco gritted his teeth, he had to pinch himself because he knew that he would do some serious damage to his mouth if he continued.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend, you’re extremely attractive and Ron hates you? Please?” (Y/N) pleaded, then turning on her charm -she pouted at Draco. She knew that if she did this action he wouldn’t say no.

Draco internally groaned, fuck, it was that pout. The one that made him want to snog her, the one that made her adorable as fuck. “Fine.”

(Y/N) smiled and intertwined their hands together. Draco had to rein his gasp when (Y/N) took his hand. Fuck her hands were dainty and small, and so soft. He relished in the feeling for a moment. Unconsciously his thumb rubbed her palm, she threw a curious glance in his way.

Draco could feel sweat emanating from the pores of his hand, all he could do was pray to the gods that she didn’t feel how sweaty it was. He allowed himself to be strolled to the Gryffindor’s.

“Hey guys,” (Y/N) greeted with a smile.

“Hey (Y/N),” Hermione spoke, her tone friendly. Then she turned to Draco, “Malfoy.”

“Hi Ron,” (Y/N) greeted bashfully. The red-head looked at the Slytherin and smiled. Out of all the Slytherin’s she was by far the nicest he came across.

“Hi (Y/N).”

Draco narrowed his eyes. He did not like that tone. He clenched his hands, forgetting he was holding (Y/N)’s. She returned the action by squeezing his hand, almost to the point that he squealed out in pain.

He stood there awkwardly, looking at the trees, the clouds, anywhere but the group. He managed to filter out (Y/N)’s disgusting love-filled talk to Weasley. Draco was too focused in not being focused that he missed Ron’s weird looks at (Y/N), Hermione’s curious stare. He also missed Harry’s eyes widening in understanding. He sighed in relief as he felt himself being dragged away.

Once out of earshot, (Y/N) removed her hand from Draco’s. “Ew your hand is sweaty.

How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? Sorry that my hand was sweaty, it was just I’ve been dreaming of holding your hand since fifth year when I found out that I love you, and I’m pretty sure I want to marry you and have children with you? And that mother and father found out that I love, so they’re now pushing marriage upon me? That my mother gave me a ring from the Malfoy vault, so when I got the courage to fucking ask you out and not fuck it up, I have the perfect ring for you? Unfortunately that was not how it happened.

“My palms get sweaty whenever I’m near something hideous,” Draco drawled.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Shove off, you git.” She laughed at him and linked her arms with his. “I got a date with Ron!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

(Y/N) stormed through the courtyard, pass the Slytherin’s and once she reached where the Gryffindor’s usually sat, she slapped Ron as hard as she could. “What the fuck, Weasley?”

Draco, as well as the other Slytherin’s, ran to where the commotion was. Luckily, they came at the right moment, they heard the gasps and the laughter as Weasley stood there dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck did you slip me a love potion?” Her teeth were bared, her hair wild and her eyes furious. She began advancing, making Ron step backwards, finally Harry stood between them.

“I think I can explain.”

“You better have a fucking good reason as to why I was acting like an imbecile fawning over Weasley,” (Y/N) spat.

“That wasn’t meant for you,” Harry yelled. Afraid for himself and his best friend. “It was for someone else in your House.”


Harry looked sideways, “Potter, I swear if you don’t tell me right now, I’ll hex your balls!”

“It was for Parkinson!”

(Y/N) stepped backwards, she laughed, “Pansy?”

“Ron and Pansy had a bet going to see who could slip a love potion,” Harry explained.

“That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard! And so illegal!” (Y/N) looked wildly at the red head, she walked towards him. “You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances!”

(Y/N) turned around, her hair hitting Ron in the face. She stormed past the Slytherin’s. Draco chased her. For someone so small she really could cover a lot of space. Upon reaching her, he noticed that they were in their secluded space that they discovered when they were in third year.

“Ruin your chances?” It was meant to be an ‘are you okay’? But all that was going through Draco’s heads was; what was the chance?

She lifted her head and looked at him, “What?”

He gestured behind him with his thumb, “Before you left. You said: ‘You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances’.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “For the love of Merlin, Draco! Are you really that daft?”


She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise, “I’ve been trying to tell you that I fancy you.”

Draco pointed at her, then himself, “You like me?”

“I honestly don’t know why,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“You like me?”

She rolled her eyes again, “I think we’ve covered this. Now it’s your turn; do you like me?”

“Uh-huh,” was all Draco could say. He nodded dumbly as well. He must have looked like a right twat. “Date me?” He could have really slapped himself right then.

She winced, “Oo, when though? My schedule’s a bit busy.”


“Merlin, I really hope that’s not the only thing that you’re going to say when we go to dinner next week.”

Draco shook himself out of whatever he was in, “Right.” He straightened his robes and looked at her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me next week?” He put his hand out to her.

She looked at it skeptically, “Draco, I don’t know if you know but dating isn’t usually a business contract. It’s usually not sealed with a handshake.”

He abruptly put his hand to his side, not knowing what to do he began side stepping. After doing that action for a couple of seconds, he gathered up the courage and looked at her. Draco saw as amusement was etched on her face, her biting her lip in order to stop herself from laughing at him. “How do you seal it then?”

She took a step forward, then another until she was in front of him. Grabbing him by the lapels of her robe, she pulled him close to her, “Like this.” Then (Y/N) pulled Draco, pressing her lips to his.

To Propose

This is my impromptu thank you for reaching 1500 followers! Thank you so much my darlings- I love all of you and appreciate all of you- I am always happy to have a chat to you and get to know you, I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS!

Anyways- Here it is, my little thank you, 

How would the RFA + V + Saeran propose? 

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Talking Body

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.

Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.

Word Count: 3105

Being Klaus Mikaelson’s partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.

“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won’t let me have cookies!”

“That’s because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”

“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It’s late.”

“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn’t fair!”

Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's​ arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.

“I’ll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”

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museum dates 🌼🎨 peter parker headcanon

requested: nah. idea popped up into my head randomly.

tagged: @ttholland @t-oodles @cmonspiderling

- yo so i fucking am a god damn art geek myself, so why not write this? also, i am SO SORRY that it’s been so long since i’ve posted any fics. i’ve just had a lot going on personally, and also had a lot of job interviews (I GOT A JOB !!). not to mention i’m taking a college placement test this week so i’m just a mess. but, i digress. ENJOY THIS FIC! thanks for being patient, lovely humans. 

warnings: a shit ton of fluff and a reader who legit has NO CHILL and peter is such a soft, sweet human bean. 

summary: cute art headcanons with peter parker

- you grew up on art. always going to the local art galleries to discover new artists and collect some of their paintings and sculptures

- you’d always gush to peter about a new art piece you bought or a new artist you discovered

- “babe! oh, my god, look at this new Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun piece i got !!  isn’t it absolutely alluring?”

- you’d sometimes feel bad that you geeked out so much, but peter thought it was so adorable. you had so much passion in your eyes, voice, and physicality it made his heart go fucking wild.

- “keep going, pumpkin. tell me more please.”

-when he told you that he got the two of you ticket to the museum of modern art

- your heart busted a nut

- you literally smothered peter with a bunch of kisses, so happy and thankful  that he would do something like this for you. it wasn’t very cheap to visit museums these days.

- peter thought you geeking out was so cute

- he researched for hours and hours to find the best museum just for you

- when you got to the front entrance, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face and you were jumping up and down like a little kid because, actual nerd

- “HOLY SHIT. peter, this place is so beautiful. the detail, the atmosphere, my heart is bursting right now you don’t even know how excited i am right now. this is the best day ever. ”

- peter would just be looking at you with heart !! eyes !! because you were so cute and this genuinely made you happy and excited.

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Amnesia!B.A Gif Imagine #2:

Getting the call from Julian that Barry is in a compromised situation and that the team has no idea of what to do.

You looked around at Team Flash with your brows raised in incredulity and your hands on your hips.

Something was definitely off about Barry and based on the way he was outright undressing you with his eyes you could imagine the weird machine behind him had something to do with him.

“No. I’m not a super villain, Barry-”

“Call me Bart!”

“Ba-Bart? Ew, uh okay. I’m your wife and-”

“Woah! Really?!”

“- Cisco! I can see you leaving. Get back in here and explain to me why you broke my husband without mentioning anything to me!”


Can you do one (this is like in season 4)where your Daryls daughter and you’re best friends with Carl but you befriend that nerdy guy, Patrick and Carl gets jealous and in the end Daryl totally loves you and Carl together

I hope you like it! 💕

Since you were a child, your dad, Daryl, had taught you to hunt. He had taken you with him on his hunting trips since your were little, he had given you your first crossbow when you were 9, and by the time people started to turn into walkers, you were as good at hunting as him.

In the prison, you hunted squirrels and opossums, and with a little bit of luck, you caught a deer every now and then.

“Mr. Dixon”, one of the new people from Woodbury said. He was a boy, a little older than you, he was wearing a dress shirt tucked inside his khaki pants. It was so weird hearing someone call your dad by his surname. “Thank you so much for that deer, it was delicious.”

“Yeah”, Daryl said as he took a piece of meat to his mouth to be crushed by his teeth.

“It would be my pleasure to shake your hand”, the boy said with a smile and hopeful look in his eyes.

Daryl licked each one of his fingers and shook hands with the guy, then he turned around to leave, taking you with him, it was time to go hunting again like every morning.

“Ew, dad, you’re disgusting”, you grimaced as your told him.

He ruffled your hair and laughed. You turned back and the boy smiled at you.


At sundown, you were walking down the halls, back to your cellblock, it was dark and the lights were soft when you stumbled upon a couple of books.

You fell to the floor on your hands and knees, you turned around and found that the boy from that morning was there.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry”, he said nervously. “These are mine, I’m sorry.”

You smiled gently and giggled at the thought of you falling down.

“It’s okay”, you said and crawled to sit next to him. “You really like reading, huh?”

You pointed at the books your had tripped on.

“Yes, I’m not really strong”, he said shyly. “I can’t do all that you do, like hunting and killing walkers. This is all I do all day long.”

“Sounds fun”, you smiled.

Daryl had always pushed to be tough, independent and strong, so you had never had the time nor the interest to pick up a book and sit down to read through the pages. But as you grabbed one of the books from the floor, you felt the need to read it.

“Have you read that one?”, he asked.

“No”, you answered simply.

“It’s good”, he said and nodded to himself.


“Yes, you should read it.”

“Can I keep it for now?”, you asked as you opened it in a random page.

“Sure, it’s yours”, he looked at you through his thick glasses.

“Thanks”, you smiled. “Wait, it doesn’t have any pictures.”

“But I’m sure you’ll enjoy it”, he reassured you.

“Okay”, you said and turned to look at him. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“I’m Patrick.”

You went back to your cellblock and found everyone having dinner. You sat next to your dad and started eating from the plate he had left there for you.

Carl was sitting next to you. He had been your best friend since you met him at the camp outside Atlanta, Sophia, Carl and you had been best friends, but her horrible death had only brought you two closer.

“Hey, (Y/N), I found some comic books on the run with my dad, wanna read them tonight?”, he asked you.

“Uh, nope”, you answered while you chewed on a piece of meat. “I’m gonna be reading something else tonight.”

“Something else? What is it?”, he frowned, every night you stayed up late while reading comic books with a flashlight.

“A book I burrowed from Patrick”, you told him.

“A book? What is this, school?”, he grimaced and you rolled your eyes.

“Why do you care? You can read the comic books yourself”, you said dryly.

“Whatever”, he rolled his eyes too.


The next morning, Patrick was helping Carol cook. You had read the entire book that night, it had been so intriguing that you couldn’t stop reading, and getting yourself inside the imaginary world of the story had distracted you from the reality outside the walls of the prison.

“Hey, Patrick”, you sat next to him and gave him back his book. “Finished.”

“Did you like it?”, he asked, a little surprised that you had read it in one night.

“Yes, I loved it!”, you smiled widely. “Can I burrow another one?”

“Sure, which one would you like?”

“I don’t know, what other books do you have?”, you asked.

“There’s plenty in the library!”, he told you. “We can go there, if you want”

“That would be awesome!”, you got on your feet quickly.

“Great, let’s go”, Patrick stood up as well.

“(Y/N)!”, your dad called you, and you sighed as you threw your head back.

“I gotta go hunting”, you said. “But when I come back, we’ll go to the library together, okay?”

“Of course”, he smiled. “Have fun.”


After bringing a set of squirrels hanging from your shoulders back to the prison, you decided to look for Patrick.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, Carl greeted when he saw you in the hallway. “You wanna hang out before dinner or something?”

“Sorry, I’m gonna go to the library with Patrick”

“With Patrick?”, he uttered his name with disbelief, and he frowned. he didn’t understand why you liked being with him, to him, he was weird. “What is he, your boyfriend now or something?”

“What?”, you arched an eyebrow. “What is wrong with you? He’s my friend.”

“Well, you sure spend a lot of time with him”, he said angrily.

“Agh, you’re such a jerk”, you said and kept walking with loud and long steps.


You spend most days with Patrick, reading books and listening to him talking about his favourite books, the ones you could only hope to find someday while you were out there.

It was so much fun for you to be with him, he was sweet and intelligent, but Carl was starting to get angry, he was so jealous that you didn’t spend time with him anymore, and you were mad at him because he always wanted you to do what he said.

One night, after leaving the library with Patrick, he went back to his cell and you went back to yours. As you were sitting on your bed and opening the new book that Patrick had recommended for you, your dad appeared and he leaned on the doorway.

“Hey”, he smiled. “You didn’t come for dinner.”

“I wasn’t hungry”, you answered without looking at him.

“Carl says you didn’t want to see him”, he said hoarsely.

“Well, he’s not wrong”, you kept looking at the book.

“He’s your best friend”, he reminded you.

“He’s a jerk”, you said, still angry at Carl.

“I think he’s a good kid”, your dad told you.

“What do you know?”, you muttered under your breath.

“Excuse me?”, he raised an eyebrow and walked into your cell.

“He’s mad at me because I haven’t spent time with him”, you finally put the book down and looked at your dad.

“You don’t like him anymore?”, he sat next to you on the bed.

“I do but…”, you sighed. “Patrick is so different, and I like that.”

“Different how?”

“Well, no offence, dad, but you’ve always pushed me to be like you and-”

“Like me?”, he raised both his eyebrows.

“Yeah, tough and independent, but you never gave me a book or read me a story before going to sleep.”

“Ah”, he grunted and nodded.

“And Patrick gives me all these books and talks about awesome stuff”

“(Y/N), I’m sure he’s cool but Carl’s your best friend”, he said. He liked Carl, he was Rick’s son and Rick was his best friend, so he trusted he was good for you.

“But, dad”, you threw yourself on the bed, slamming your head on your pillow and covering your face with your hands. “He’s stupid.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you like him”, he laughed. You got up quickly and gave him a strange look.

“What?”, your voice was unusually high. “Like him? Of course I don’t like him, why would I like him?”

“He likes you too, I see it”, he nodded.

“Really?”, you smiled half a smile and blushed a little.

“I was kidding, I didn’t know you liked him but now I know”, he laughed again.

“I hate you”, you said as you hit him, your fist on his arm.

“Too bad, ‘cause I love you”, he ruffled your hair and pulled you roughly into a hug. “Now get out of here, Carl wants to apologise.”

You went out of your cell and found Carl sitting alone on one of the tables. He was looking down as he drew figures through the dust on the floor with his foot.

“Hi”, you said and he raised his gaze immediately when he heard your voice.

“Hey”, he blushed as he got on his feet.

“My dad said you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for how stupid I was this week”, he seemed nervous. “You were right, I was a jerk.”

“Oh, right”, you remembered calling him that. “I’m sorry for that too, you’re not a jerk”

“I am”, he laughed. “But it was just because I hate seeing you with him.”

“Why?”, you really wanted to know why he had been angry since you started talking to Patrick.

“Because you shouldn’t be with him”, he fiddled with his hands. “You should be with me.”

“With you?”, you asked, trying to hide the smile that kept pulling the corners of you lips.

“I like you so much, (Y/N)”, he said. “You’re my best friend, you were always there for me after my mom… died. And I just like you a lot.”

“You know Patrick is not my boyfriend, right?”

“I don’t know, you haven’t talked to me for over a week.”

“He’s not”, you laughed.

“Oh”, he dropped his gaze, which made you laugh again.

“Anyway, apology accepted”, you said and went to hug him. He inhaled deeply the scent of your neck and hugged you back. “And I like you too, but… my dad is over there.”

He looked behind you and saw Daryl leaning on the wall, looking at Carl while carelessly holding his crossbow. Carl giggled nervously and only kissed your cheek.

Tord: Eh, my personal record was about…5? But again, it depends on how complex the projects are and how less I sleep, heh.

Tord: There were times where I’ve gotten frustrated, yes. But I wouldn’t go as far as to destroy said project, it honestly would’ve just made things worse for me.

Tord: Right now, nope. I’m putting more focus into my actual job at the moment. I’m glad a handful of you would take interest, though.

And a visitor…? I’d get several customers requesting for repairs every day, so now I’m curious as to who you’re talking about..

Things I like about this episode

-Walking Dead/JDMorgan reference
-Sam is able to distinguish which pieces of monster are which on Dean
-Sam knows how much underwear Dean packs
-Sam has the BMoL in his phone as Frodo because Mary and Sam are helping him
-How great of a LotR pun that is
-Sam refusing to get in the car until Dean showers
-Cas getting better at faking being an agent
-The Man in Black, well beige
- “Hi my name is Sam, this is my much handsomer brother Dean… you’re cool so peace out”
-Mark Pellegrino
- “hmmm. Kinky.”
-Dean throwing Sam under the bus “it was his idea”
-Dean’s blah blah blah hand motion
-this hot ass Kelvin dude
-it can always get weirder> cut to Lucifer mouth gagged
-“take care of her”
-Sam realizing Dean is actually referring to the car
-Crowley “ew”
-Mark Pellegrino
-“See now you just made it weird”
-Bringing back the glasses on Dean 👌
-“they really bring out your eyes”
-Crowley mimicking Dean
-Winchester Man Pain
-“I’ve rubbed off all over you”
-Crowley giggling
-Dean’s ew/ugh shoulder roll
-Crowley singing
-Crowley not wanting to be hugged
-“He seems nice”
-Mark Pellegrino
-Powerful Crowley speech
-Crowley’s genius
-Dean knowing the difference in Cas’ voice
-Sam owning up
-Dean’s forgiveness
-Dean willing to try anything for his little brother

Things I don’t like about this episode:
-Sam lying to Dean
-Kelvin saying ‘casteel’ and not castiel
-Dean feeling and knowing his entire family, even Sam, is starting to trust BMoL and not acknowledging is fully rational distrust of them

Enemies to Lovers w/ Jaemin
  • sup fam
  • i finally have a jaemin request after yEaRS
  • lmao maybe no
  • but i really love writting about him, he makes me so happy
  • but it doesnt’t matter, shall we start right away ¿?
  • let’s go~
  • okay so, this was basically a one sided hate relationship
  • because i just can’t imagine this baby hating on someone
  • he’s too pure
  • and tbh you don’t even know why you hated him so much
  • he was just positive and bright and everyone was in love with him and ugh
  • basically, he was so perfect that ugh you know
  • woah, how professional
  • also, he would flirt w you all the time and you really hated that bc this bih would always make you blush and let you all flustered and shy
  • he would always be by your side and smile whenever you were talking and wink at you constantly
  • and he would compliment you constantly but at the same time always low-key teasing you
  • “you look really pretty today, yesterday your hair was kind of weird but today it looks great”
  • “your eyes are so pretty, especially with my reflection on them”
  • “your hands are so small compared to mine’s,,, but they fit so perfectly”
  • oh boy, little did you know that you liked him just as much
  • you would be like “boys are ew” but then you would blush whenver he smiled at you and your heart beat would be so fast
  • i mean, it was pretty obvious but you would just kept lying to yourself and it was taking both of aNYwhEre
  • and probably the minis were the ones who made you realize how much you liked him
  • like, you were with all the dreamies going to eat something and each one was talking about different stuff
  • chenle and jisung were probably talking shit of the older members and laughing their asses off 
  • jeno and renjun were probably scolding them and also talking shit about them
  • and hae and mark were in their own world probably fighting 
  • and so were you and jaemin lol or at least you
  • “you’re so annoying”
  • “am i? tell me more about it”
  • “oh, i can go on for hours”
  • and out of the blue renjun would look at both of you and laugh out loud at how stupid you guys are
  • and that laugh of him would caugh the attention of all the members and they couldn’t help but smile too because y’all are adorable
  • and then donghyuck was like
  • “since when are both of you dating?”
  • “me and y/n? since..”
  • “never”
  • “but i like her a lot anyways”
  • both of you just got really blushy while the other members were scrEaMING in the middle of he street
  • y’all probably just laughed it off but for the rest of the day you felt like something changed between you and jaemin
  • suddenly you hated him a little less and would get too shy or flustered to talk with him at all
  • what i’m trying to explain here is that he clearly had a crush on you, right? he wasn’t afraid of showing it
  • but he would do it in such a natural way that it could easily misunderstood as something friendly and this literally surprised everyone
  • i mean, the other dreamies probably knew about his crush bc he would talk about you non stop but hEllo since when are you so sHamELess na jaemin
  • he litterally didn’t left your mind for the rest of the day
  • you were so confused and curious about his words and everytime you thinked about it you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach
  • and seems like he couldn’t either because guess who sent you a message at like 1 am bc he couldn’t sleep
  • spoiler, iT WAS JAEMIN
  • “please tell me you’re thinking of me just as much as i am thinking of you”
  • “it would be really embarrassing if not”
  • and you could help but giggle at his cuteness
  • both of you talked until your eyelid could barely be open
  • and even if the convo was mostly lots of terrible pick up lines and terrible flirting you still got to know him a bit better that night
  • and damn you loved this cheesy and stupid side of him
  • but both of you decided to go on a little date the next day that made that sleepless night completely worth it
  • you guys probably have a little picnic in a park and talked a lot about yourselves
  • and you were so surprised by how funny and kind jaemin actually is
  • like, you hated on this angel??? whats wrong w you lol
  • both of you kept having lots of dates after that but never confirmed being in a relationship until both of you had y’alls first kiss <3
  • his lips are probably rlly soft and so addictive that as soon as he left yours you had to kiss him again
  • oH mY gOd okay the end
  • i’m so done with myself lmao
Don’t Worry, Princess (Pt. 1)

Requests: (3) [Hey! Do you think you can do a series on the reader being new to the set of Supernatural. And Misha tries talking to her and tries making her comfortable. She soon grows closer and closer to Misha. And include lots of fluff and some smut! Please?] AND [Could you please do a fluffy Misha x Reader where the reader is an actress onset and is really shy around everyone so Misha tries a whole lot of things to get her out of her comfort zone??] AND [Hi! uhm i was wondering if i could request a non pairing fic with the supernatural cast kinda where y/n is new on set and she has alot of anxitey about working with everyone and jensen jared and misha comfort her and make her feel like she belongs]

A/N: Welcome to my weekend fluff fest! (not an actual thing, but it’s catchy) This is part 1 of 3. Part 1 is pure fluff, part 2 will be smutty, and part 3 will back to fluff.

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: If you need a warning for fluff, here it is. Oh, and things do get a little hot at the end.

Word Count: 1.6k

Originally posted by imnotmishacollins

Acting. Why in the world did you have to be good at acting? It wasn’t that you necessarily hated it per say. It was more about how you always had a hard time warming up to cast and crew members. You were very shy and quiet; very kept to yourself and very comfortable in your little bubble.

This most recent show you’d gotten a guest role on though, Supernatural, was one of the hardest shows you’d worked on. The cast was very friendly. They liked to goof around and have fun. But no matter how hard they tried to include you, you just couldn’t warm up. When the cameras weren’t rolling, you prefered to stay in the guest trailer.

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bc @blanket-fictions complained about a lack of neji and @okashiras asked about sakura’s pov in all of this

like most monday nights, sakura found herself out with ino, a pitcher of sangria between them as they talked smack and vented and did what they did. on this particular evening, ino insisted sakura open tinder, the dating app she’d forced her to download nearly a month ago, so that they could look at some of the profiles together.

“but this is dumb,” sakura complained.

“what’s dumb?”

looking up, sakura and ino found tenten already sitting at their table. behind her, neji was slowly approaching. “honestly, tenten, there’s a cocktail bar some blocks from here that i’ve heard great things about,” neji muttered, eyeing the little spills on the table that sakura and ino had made with utter disdain.

“what’s the matter, neji?” ino asked. “this place not good enough for your prissy ass?”

“now, now,” tenten interrupted, “leave my boyfriend’s ass out of this.”

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LGBT+ sentence starters/Plots

Part one

“It’s not even surprising I’m the only one of my family that’s happy.”
“Embrace the rainbow.”
“When I’m alone at home it’s called homo alone.”
“Guess who just got their pride flag it’s me if you couldn’t tell by my awesome cape wrapped around me.”
“Everything’s super sexualized where do I sign up to filter it out?”
“Think at my creation the recipe for awesome was invented.”
“Wild idea everything doesn’t have to be sexual in love.” 
“I grasp love better than an lot of people.”
“Write on my grave that I was happy in love instead of miserable.”
“What’s with it seeming like an law to be miserable in love.”
“I aced my test that’s right an official asexual here got an certificate and everything.”
“Fall in love with whoever I love so really not going to have specifics.”
“As an bisexual I have to pick two things apparently so I pick the person I love and happiness.”
“Since I don’t exist that means I don’t have to pay taxes,and can rob an bank right?”
“You can’t see gravity but it exists just like me.”
“People are weird like they’ll think same sex,fake sex is the best but go ew if an couple dares hold hands romantically.” 
“My goal in life is somebody to just have fun with,who just happens to kiss me sometimes and hold my hand.”
“I’m all BI myself.”

-Person A wrapping an pride flag around Person B who also does the same and an gentle kiss.
-Person B getting Person A their very first pride flag/surprising it with them maybe at home during an date night or otherwise
-Person A taking Person B to Pride and for the most part just winding up stretched out talking to each more than anything
-Kissing under an pride flag,etc that engulfs both of them and laughing (also possibly being interrupted moment wise by an friend,etc who is all like ‘so that’s where you guys are also just so you know took an photo of you two being dorks’
-Person A explaining all sorts of things like Pride,etc to Person B who is laying next to them asking questions

Imagine being Sonny’s cousin and he finds out you and Barba are sleeping together. 

Requested by  runyoucleverboy-andremember123 & anon

Warning: Angst, Angry; Barba, Angry; Sonny

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The One Where You’re Scott’s Little Sister (Part 1)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader

Summary: When you return to Beacon Hills, a lot has changed - but not you’re overprotective brother, Scott, who won’t let boys anywhere near you. The problem is, you have your eye on Liam and Liam knows dating you could mean a certain death if Scott finds out.  

A/N: part 2 is up!

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“Scott!” you yell, storming down the hallway, “Where the fuck is my hairspray!” you yell, throwing his door open. Scott was talking to Stiles and turns to you with furrowed brows, “I didn’t take it, y/n!”

You suck in a deep breath, barging into his room and swiping it off his dresser.

“Mine ran out,” he shrugs, “I thought I put it back.”

“YOU ARE UNBELIEVEABLE! IT’S THE FIRST DAY BACK AND NOW I’M LATE!” you yell, running back to your room.

Stiles flinches at the sound of your door slamming, “I see your sister is back from boarding school.”

“Just in time to make senior year a nightmare for me,” Scott groans.

“How old is she now?”

“Sixteen – she’s two years younger than us,” Scott turns to Stiles with a frowns, “Dude,” he says warningly.

“What?” Stiles shrugs, pretending not to know.

“You’re giving off the wrong chemo signals at the moment,” Scott says with his eyes narrowed, “That’s my sister.”

“She – she just got pretty – I was surprised… pleasantly,” Stiles shrugs. Scott furrows his brows together, flickering his glowering red eyes at Stiles.

“Okay, okay,” Stiles laughs, “I’m just kidding. We’d better get going or we’ll be late.”

As they both stand up, you open Scott’s door again, grinning at him, “Could I get a ride?”

Scott rolls his eyes, nodding before ruffling your hair. You push his hand away, fixing it.

When you pull up in the school parking lot, you turn to face Scott, “Where’s the office?”

“I can walk you,” Scott offers. You shake your head, “I’ll be alright. You’re already late as it is,” you laugh. Scott wraps his arms around you, “It’s good to have you back.”

You hug him back, “It’s good to be back,” you pull away, narrowing your eyes, “Now, just because we go to the same school, doesn’t mean you get to be all in my business.”

Scott rolls his eyes.

“What’s she talking about?” Stiles asks.

“Back when I was in the fourth grade and he was in sixth, this boy held by hand and Scott bit his ear,” you cross your arms over your chest, “That may have been cute in elementary school but mark my words Scott, try it again and I’ll bite your girlfriend’s ear right off. What’s her name? Carly? Cara?”

“Kira,” Stiles corrects you, receiving a glare from Scott.

“Right. Kira.”

“Whatever,” Scott scoffs, “I wasn’t going to do anything anyways.”

Scott had always been fiercely protective of you – which included talking your mum into admitting you to an all-girls boarding school when he was turned into a werewolf – to keep you out of danger, of course. Finally, 3 years later, he and Melissa had agreed it was best for you to come back here to Beacon Hills where they could make sure you were safe at all times instead of having to call the school at 4am to check that Peter hadn’t gotten to you, or the Alpha Pack or Kate and the berserkers.

“Have a good day,” Scott calls out, watching you towards the school.

“Are you tearing up man?” Stiles teases.

“She’s just all grown up and that makes me worry. She doesn’t know how dangerous Beacon Hills is.”

“You haven’t told her about the werewolf thing yet, huh?”

“Nope and I’m not going to drag her into all of this,” Scott clears his throat, “She has more important things to do like study and – HEY! Is that Josh she’s talking to?! Why isn’t she going to the office?!” Scott growls, beginning to walk over to you until Stiles pulls him back.

“Relax,” he nods towards Josh who was pointing in the direction of the main building, “He’s just giving her directions.”

“Everyone, this is Y/L, she’s just transferred here. I hope you’ll all make her feel welcome,” the principal smiles before leaving you standing in front of the class.

“Nice legs,” one boy hoots.

“Nice nose. It’d be a pity if I broke it,” you spit back. The class falls to silence and your eyes land on the boy in the back who seemed to be biting back laughter.

The teacher clears his throat awkwardly, “Uh – yes, anyway, why don’t you take a seat down the back next to Mr. Dunbar,” he points towards the boy in the back, “Liam, please clear the desk for y/n.”

Liam moves his books over, shuffling his seat closer towards the window as you sit down.

“Hi, I’m Liam,” he smiles awkwardly.

“Y/N,” you reply.

“Nice comeback.”

You shrug, smiling at him. The rest of the lesson he remains silent, studying you each time you weren’t looking. Something about you looked familiar – as though he recognized you from a long time ago. Maybe from the first grade or something?

He could feel his hands growing sweaty – why was he so nervous?

When the bell rings, he stands up abruptly, throwing his books into his bag. As he turns to leave, you reach for his wrist, “Mind showing me where the cafeteria is?” you ask.

His cheeks flush pink as he looks at your hand around his wrist and you pull away.

“S-Sure,” he mumbles, waiting for you to stand up.

You walk down the hallway, occasionally bumping into each other as you move aside for other people, “So, where’d you transfer from?”

“An all-girls boarding school in Florida,” you say in disgust.

“All girls, huh?” he asks, somewhat amused, “Must be weird being at Beacon Hills, then?”

“Not really. My brother goes here.”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, maybe you know him,” you start to say, interrupted as Scott and Stiles walk over. Scott looks at Liam curiously.

“Oh, Scott. This is y/n, she’s new,” he introduces you. You giggle, placing a hand over your mouth to hide a smile.

“I know who she is,” Scott crouches a little beside you, “Can’t you see the family resemblance?”

“Ew,” you press your hand to Scott’s cheek, pushing his face away, “Don’t say that. People might hear you.”

“Wha- you don’t think I’m good looking?” Scott asks.

“Ew, Scott,” you groan.

“Wait, you’re her brother?” Liam’s mouth was hanging agape, “That’s where I’d seen her – the photo frames at your house!”

“Wait, you’re friends?” you ask, rolling your eyes. Of course the first cute guy you met was one of Scott’s friends, “What are you doing hanging out with sophomores anyway?” you turn to Scott.

“He’s in my pac-“ he pauses, swallowing hard, “Party. Political school party – vote for recycling bins!” he cheers. You stare at him with a blank expression, “It’s embarrassing that we’re related.”

Scott rolls his eyes, putting an arm around your shoulder, “You coming to get lunch or what?”

You smile cheesily at him as he walks you to the cafeteria with Stiles and Liam walking behind you.

“Related? They’re related?!” you could hear Liam pressing Stiles.

“Can you drive me home?” you ask Scott when you’re all seated, “You’ll have to wait an hour after school – I’m trying out for the cheerleading squad.”

“Cheerleading?” Stiles asks, “I would’ve never pegged you for a cheerleader.”

“That’s probably because Scott made me wear ankle length turtlenecks the minute I developed knees.”

Liam snorts, laughing.

“Do whatever you want,” Scott says breezily, “I have lacrosse tryouts after school anyway so we’ll probably be done at the same time.”

“I’m on the team too,” Liam chimes in eagerly. Scott nudges his tray towards him, “Just eat.”

“Lacrosse,” you hum, “Maybe I should try out.”

“Yeah?” Scott smiles, “Imagine us playing on the same team. The McCalls.”

“Or not,” you laugh.

When the bell rang that dismissed you, you immediately got changed and ran to the field. The girls on the squad accepted you straight away, clearly impressed by your routine. Even after trying out, you still had half an hour to spare.

You turned to face the part of the field where lacrosse tryouts were taking place, only to find Liam staring at you. You wave at him and as he waves back, the coach smacks the back of his head, “Head in the game!”

You laugh, walking over and Coach Finstock raises a brow.

“Cheerleading is that way,” he mumbles, barely looking at you.

“I know. I want to try out for lacrosse.”

The coach gives you a once over before nodding toward the pile of gear, “Alright everyone, we have one last try out,” he turns to you, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N McCall,” you answer. He stares from you to Scott.

“McCall! This your sister?”

Scott nods proudly. The boys on the team all hoot and whistle until Scott yells at them to shut up.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

You stood with the stick in your hand and Liam and one other person defending the goal. The other boy must have been trying out too because he barely moved from his spot as you ran toward them, which left you up against Liam. You shouldered him, knocking him out of the way but he spun you around by your waist, after which you swept under his feet, sending him tumbling to the floor, dragging you down with him.

“Nice block,” you wink, lying on top of him. His cheeks had flushed red, “I – I- “ he stammers, watching you stand up and taking your hand when you offer it to him. Moments later Scott interrupts, pulling your hands apart, picking up your stick and handing it to you, “Maybe try again,” he smiles, shimmying between the two of you.

This time you don’t play around and go straight for the goal. The whole team cheers as you shoot. Repetitively. Eight times in a row.

“First line!” Coach Finstock yells, “And you, Dunbar, I might have to demote you to second after that poor performance.”

“Oh,” you turn to Liam, “It wasn’t his fault. He was a little… distracted,” you wink.

The coach clears his throat, mumbling about how disgusting young love was as he walked off. Scott walks over, rubbing his knuckles into your hair, “Nice work kiddo.”

“You’re lucky we’re on the same team or I’d totally embarrass you by kicking your ass at this.”

Scott rolls his eyes, “C’mon, let’s get you home,” he pauses, picking up his phone, “I’ll be there as soon as possible,” he says before hanging up.

He looks at you apologetically, “Sorry y/n. I have to go somewhere,” he turns to Liam, giving him a knowing look, “Liam will drive you home. Nice work today!” he calls out as he and Stiles begin to run off the field.

“Ten bucks says that was a booty call,” you laugh. Liam shakes his head, “I seriously doubt it,” he replies, having listened in and knowing it was Deaton with an emergency.

Liam drives you home in silence and you stare out the window, letting the familiarity of home sink in. When he pulls up in your driveway, he mumbles a goodbye, unlocking the doors.

“Not going to walk me to the door?” you tease.

“Oh,” he clears his throat before climbing out after you.

“Nice work,” Liam smiles as you both come to a stop outside your front door, “With cheerleading as well.”

“I noticed you were watching,” you smirk, “Like what you saw?”

“Oh – uh – I was just-“


“Just- just –“

You reach for his hand, slipping yours into his, “You were just totally checking me out,” you whisper, leaning in. He hesitates before leaning in, pressing his lips to you and pulling away just as quickly.

“I can’t – you’re Scott’s sister!”

“Liam, I’ve been at an all-girls school my entire high school life. I don’t have time to pretend I care what Scott thinks. I like you,” you smile, “And judging from how much you blushed today, you like me too – so can we please just cut the crap and get to the good stuff,” you lean in again. This time Liam sinks into it, nervously resting his hands on your waist. When you pull away, you’re both out of breath.

“Want to know something?” you ask. He nods.

“That was my first kiss,” you were grinning like an idiot. Sure, you had only know Liam a day and maybe it was all the pent up sexual frustration, but your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

Liam eyes widen and he wipes his sweaty palms against his jeans, “Mine too… how did I do?”

You press a kiss to his lips, “Amazing.”

You were both smiling at each other like idiots when your mum’s car pulled up in the driveway.

“Mrs McCall,” Liam choked at the sight of her.

“Call me Melissa, Liam,” she reminds him, “I see you’ve met my daughter,” she runs a hand over your hair gently, “Pretty, isn’t she?”

“Mom,” you groan.

“Yes, very,” Liam replies. Melissa raises a brow before giving you a knowing look. You both wait for her to go inside.

“Want to come upstairs?” you ask. Liam swallows hard, “I think this is enough for today. I don’t want Scott to kill me.”

“He won’t know,” you chuckle. Liam couldn’t exactly tell you that Scott would catch his scent in your room and proceed to literally murder him and so instead he just shrugs and says, “Trust me, he will.”


The Paladins as weird shit my friends and I have said

Allura: What would you call Satan? Satan Christ?

Pidge: It’s Lucifer not Satan Christ, learn your satanism


Shiro: Look at that tree, it’s so pretty!

Keith: Smack it

Shiro: Why the fuck


Coran: The goose bucket video

Lance: It’s a duck bun not a goose bucket


Pidge: Ew whaaaat

Hunk: What’s on your hand?

Pidge: eehhhh? *wipes her hand on Hunk*



Keith: Do you guys ever want to punch a fish in the face

*five minutes later*

Keith: Wanna listen to “All I Want for Christmas”


Lance: I’m gonna yeet myself over the bus seat *starts crawling over*



Hunk: I’m not gonna break anyone’s legs!

Keith: Why though

Hunk: Isn’t that illegal?

Keith: *shrugs*


Lance: It smells like those Scooby-Doo fruit snacks

Pidge: That’s oddly specific

Lance: Now I want fruit snacks


Hunk: That cinnamon has to be at least 50 years old, it was in my grandma’s house



Keith: *stabs the orange with a fork*



Coran: *pointing to someone in a onesie* Is that the truffle guy from Mario?

Keith: *softly* No no no it’s the shit emoji


Shiro: *pointing to Lance* Can you move your salsa, I don’t like how it sniffs


Band Mate’s Sister (C.H.)

A/N: This was requested a looooong time ago so I’m sorry that I only got to write it now. It’s also pretty lengthy compared to my usual writing and I was asked to post it all in one part rather than two. Also, there are time jumps within the writing. Enjoy! :)

Request: @outtofmyleaguee With all boys! You’re Michaels sister and he’s finally letting you hang out with him and the guys altogether, but then calum falls in love with you! And he ends up telling you how he feels in the cutest way and it’s your first kiss ever and he’s so sweet about it and UGHHHH😍 Michael is gross out at first but then he’s ok with it heheheheh
(I apologize that I didn’t hit all aspects of your request but I covered the gist of it!)

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“Just don’t embarrass me, okay?” Michael told me as we stood outside of the flat that Ashton and Calum shared.
I smiled up at him. “No promises.”
He groaned. “Be thankful that I’m even letting you hangout with us.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Please, you should be thankful that I even want to hangout with you losers.”
He shoved me with his shoulder. “You can just go home then.”
I shook my head. “No way! I haven’t even properly met your band mates since you joined the band which, may I remind you, was years ago.”
He waved his hand at me. “Details.”
“Just open the damn door, Mikey.”
He gave me a look. “Rude.”
I shrugged. “I am your sister,” I pointed out.
He nodded. “True.”
“Well, are you gonna open the door?” I asked again.
A look of realization crossed his face. “Right…” He opened the door and walked in. I followed right after him.

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