and possibly grumpy

i need to stop drawing andreil, someone stop me please


Okay but there are so many books. So many books. 

Can we just. Zoom in a little bit more? 

Even just on one shelf? So we can see the titles?


I N E E D IT. 


Luckily we canonically have someone who can PUNCH RIGHT THROUGH STONE WALLS am I right?

A push in the right direction.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Jungkook had been friends years but both of you were beginning to develop feelings for one another and the others noticed and since you both weren’t going to do anything they would have to take matters into their own hands.

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You stared at your phone in shock and you couldn’t seem to get your fingers to move. Taehyung was sitting next to you with the most smug expression on his face. He had just stolen your phone and texted your best friend slash your crush that you liked him. That had been about 1 minute ago and you couldn’t decide whether to kill Taehyung or try text Jungkook. The three dots on the screen that indicated Jungkook was replying sent you into action and you suddenly starting to type apologies and telling him it was Taehyung before he had the chance to humiliate you by rejection.

 As soon as you had sent your many texts at once you grabbed Taehyung by the hoodie who has decided he was going to try escape “you needed my help! You weren’t going to do it!” He cried as you punched him and neglected your phone. 

 You were so occupied with lightly punching with Taehyung you didn’t see Jungkook calling you “I didn’t need help! He didn’t need to know!” You shouted, tears threatening to spill. 

 You weren’t angry or sad you were just humiliated and scared. You knew Jungkook wouldn’t believe that it was Taehyung who sent the texts. Taehyung managed to pry you off and pin your hands down and looked up after hearing your phone buzzing and held your hands with one of his own. He grabbed your phone with the other hand and answered the call “ah Kookie! Y/N is a bit stuck right now so we are just at the dance room.” He said and hung up not letting Jungkook getting a word in. 

 You stared at him, tears tickling your cheeks and Taehyung looked down at your, his boxy smile slipping from his face as he saw that you were actually quite upset “hey you don’t need to worry, he likes you too.” He said pulling you up off the floor and into a hug.

 You both hugged for a bit longer before hearing footsteps making their way down the hallway and Taehyung got up to hide from a possibly grumpy Kook. You stood up as well and couldn’t bring your eyes to meet his face as he entered the room, you could see his feet stop in front of the door and you wished he wouldn’t be so quiet, you wished he would yell at you and get it over and done with. But there were no harsh words as he quietly and slowly made his way towards you “is it true?” He asked with hesitancy in his voice.

You decided you couldn’t keep him in the dark any longer and nodded ever so slightly you followed the nod with an “I’m sorry,” Before slipping past the shocked boy and out the door. You made your way down the hall and Namjoon came out of the office at the same time and saw you looking flushed “did he finally confess?” He asked and you glanced up at him.

 He clicked “oh you told him, he’s probably processing just wait 5 seconds.” He spoke as you tried to wiggle past him. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and lifted his other hand to start counting And he got to five and Jungkook burst out the room “wait Y/N!” He called and had to skid to a stop when he saw you standing in front of him. 

 Namjoon gave your shoulder a playful pinch before disappearing to give you privacy. “Jungkook I’m just so sor-” he cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug and smiled softly. “Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about you telling me, dreamed about it, only to wake up and realize that’s all it was going to be, until now.” He spoke softly and stroked your hair as you took in everything he said. 

 You looked up and moved slightly away when you noticed how close you both were “don’t say this just because you pity me.” You warned, tears threatening to spill over once more. 

 He gave you a toothy smile “I would never lie to you,” He promised and kissed your head, a small action but he had been doing it all throughout your friendship. However now, this kiss held something different and even the thought brought a faint blush to your cheeks as you pulled him back into a tight hug. “Does this mean we can like start dating?” He asked tentatively. 

 You nodded against his chest so you couldn’t see the wide smile that spread across his cheeks as he hugged you tighter while Namjoon finally came out of his hiding spot which happened to be the closet as he had wanted to get away from the lovey dovey stuff as soon as possible. Jungkook went to question the leaders actions before being met with a knowing glare and Jungkook just chuckled and looked at the top of your head and realized in that moment that even if It was Tae that initiated it he fit here in your arms and he couldn’t be more happy.Chat  


I didn’t get the chance to edit this so I hope you guys forgive me and enjoy this story and please don’t forget to send in requests!!

These Hands- An Ivar Imagine

So @whenimaunicorn sent me the simple prompt of “Ivar catches you doing your favourite hobby, what happens?” and I turned out this way too long jumble of words haha. I got an idea and just kind of ran with it. It’s been a little bit since I wrote something so hopefully you enjoy!

TW: brief mentions of scars but nothing really


You sighed in delight as you entered the empty blacksmith’s shop. After a long day of wedding planning, it felt good get out of the Great Hall and to a place you feel happy in. You were grateful to Queen Aslaug that she was so invested in the wedding of her son, but one can only take so much. You felt ready to blow off some stress doing the thing you love most: crafting.

You knew it was an odd hobby for a princess to have. But ever since you were little, you were fascinated by the way a skilled smith could turn a hunk of metal into a sword or a knife or a piece of armour. In no time, you had convinced the town smith to teach you, and you’d been spending as much time in the forge ever since. Your father disapproved greatly, but eventually he gave up trying to stop you. “I only hope a prince will marry you, Y/N,” he had said while shaking his head. “No prince wants a princess with hands more calloused and burned than his.”

Of course, that naturally had made you very self conscious of them. You had taken to wearing soft fingerless leather gloves as often as you could, when you weren’t working.

But your father had gotten his wish. He had lucked out when he traveled to Kattegat to bargain with Queen Aslaug for a marriage with one of her sons. The Queen had been most agreeable, and a few months later you had found yourself traveling to Kattegat, betrothed to the man known as Ivar the Boneless.

You had been surprised at first your father had agreed, as you found it hard to see him excited about the prospect of you marrying a cripple. You knew you could care less about a pair of crippled legs, as long as you were comfortable and relatively happy, but you thought your father would care. Then you realized he was probably just happy someone wanted to marry you at all. Although, Ivar was not just “someone”. Since your arrival a month ago, you had yet to unravel the mystery that was your husband to be.

He was handsome, that was for sure. A gorgeous face, thick dark hair, smooth tanned skin. And strong, his upper body more than making up for his useless legs. But he was very distant, only speaking to you when nessecary and as little as possible. He always seemed grumpy and scowled a lot, and you hoped he wouldn’t be like that after you became his wife. It would be a tedious life if that was the case, and often when you saw his surly face you would feel a sense of impending dread. But sometimes you caught him looking at you with something….different in his sea blue eyes, and you couldn’t help but long to know what exactly it was.

Shaking your head, you sat behind the grindstone and pulled out your most recent project: a new hunting knife. It was time to forget your entrancing yet befuddling betrothed, and lose yourself in your work.

“That is a beautiful knife.”

You screeched and jumped, dropping the knife as you search in the dim torchlight for the intruding voice. To your surprise, your husband to be slithered out of the darkness.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, trying to calm your racing heart.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, pulling himself up to sit on the stool beside you. Your eyebrows shot up. He had never been this close to you. At least not willingly. You found his close proximity slightly overwhelming.

“But I already know the answer,” he continued on, ignoring the look of surprise on your face. “You are making a knife. I have watched you for the last week now.”

The last week. He has been here, unbeknownst to you, for the last week?

“You’ve been watching me?” You squeaked, feeling your cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I was curious. When you arrived here, I thought you were just another spoiled, useless princess. Then I saw you come here one night. I was intrigued as to why a princess would visit a forge so late. So I followed you, and to my surprise you picked up a hammer and began to work. I decided to watch you, to see what you would produce. I am a crafter too, you know. I can spot good work when I see it.” He reached down to pick up your dropped knife and holds it out to you. “It seems you are not so useless, after all.”

You frowned. Was that a compliment? You weren’t sure. But it was interesting to know that you two actually had something in common. You reached out to take the knife, but instead of letting you have it, he took his other hand and trapped yours in its strong grip.

You tried to wriggle it out; all you could think of was all the ugly burns and callouses touching him, as you were not wearing your gloves. His skin was wonderfully warm. Your cheeks flushed even redder with embarrassment. As a fellow worker, you knew he would not be alarmed by the state of your hands. But you still felt self conscious as he held one.

“These are not useless hands,” he murmured, dragging his thumb over a particularly nasty burn. You felt a tingling shiver run through you at his gentle touch. “These hands bear marks of hard work and dedication. They are good hands, strong hands. They will be good for holding children, tending a hearth, or even…for love.”

You were mesmerized by his words, even though he seemed to be speaking more to himself than to you. His last sentence about love had your breath catching in your throat. You suddenly saw image in your mind of your marked hands roaming over his body, feeling strong muscles tense and ripple under your touch. You saw them stroking his hair, gripping his shoulders, cradling his face as lips and skin slide against each other. It made you ache in a way you had never experienced before. You ached to know what he felt like, what he tasted like. It hit you with the dizzying force of a fierce summer storm.

He looked up at you then, and you saw that unfamiliar “something” once again dancing in his eyes. He studied your face like he was seeing it for the first time. And maybe he truly was Maybe he had never really looked at you, never thought to see if you could be someone he could share his life with, and that it might be good. He looked almost like a hopeful child, like maybe something might finally go right for him. You realized, in that moment, that Ivar may not always who he presents himself to be. Under the grumpy, scowling exterior, there is a different man. And you found yourself wanting desperately to discover who that man was.

His lips parted slightly, the thumb on your hand stopping its rhythmic stroking as he began to slowly lean towards you. Your heart skipped a beat. Was he going to kiss you? You found you wanted him to.

You leaned forward as well, not missing the look of mixed surprise and delight that briefly flitted across his face. He set down your knife, and his now free hand reached up to grasp you neck firmly, anchoring you in place. You had never been touched so dominantly, and you found that his strong fingers digging into your flesh felt rather thrilling.

Your lips were almost touching, your breath mingled as you found your eyes sliding closed in anticipation. He gave a soft sigh, almost in contentment, and you readied yourself for the press of his mouth to yours.

Loud voices suddenly echoed from outside the forge, laughter spilling in through the wooden walls like water slipping over stones in a stream. Ivar’s hands left you immediately, his body rearing back from yours as if burned. You opened your eyes, disappointment rushing through you. Ivar’s face held a similar displeased expression, but he schooled it in to cool disinterest as the blacksmith as his wife entered the forge.

They greeted you both cordially, and if they were surprised to see you together there, they didn’t say anything. Ivar was quick to slide off the stool and bid them goodnight, not even sparing you a second glance as he crawled out of the shop.

You ignored the couple as they wished you a goodnight and went to the back of the forge to go to bed. You were too busy thinking of what had just happened. Ivar had been going to kiss you. He had held your hand in his and declared them strong, desirable even. He had shown a layer of himself, a glimpse of the man behind the mask.

You smiled to yourself as you picked up your knife and set to work. You had a feeling that after tonight, you would no longer see so many scowls, or feel that sense of dread you had been occasionally subject to.

And you definitely would no longer wear your gloves.


Happy Wednesday! I’m off to bed after night shift now 😴😴

Inktober 014: Grumpy, confused, possibly embarrassed Keith 

Lance is probably doing something adorable and he feels conflicted

Tools: Zig Cartoonist Sumi Ink, a dip pen with a Manuscript Leonardt Drawing Nip (DP801), Strathmore Bristol Board

Same As It Always Is

Pairing: Dean x Reader (ish)

Word Count: 2300ish

Warnings: Possibly some cursing. Grumpy Dean.

Read Part 2 by @melonshino here! (Coming June 14th)

Read Part 3 by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes here! (Coming June 15th)

A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters Annoying Characters Writing Challenge! Our prompt was to use “Someone’s taking up two seats on public transit, so she has to stand” somewhere in our story. Tierra and Ida’s parts will be posted in the next couple of days, so stay tuned for more annoying fun!!


The mood in the bunker was as light as it had ever been before. After your last hunt, Sam had insisted that you all take a few days to regroup and just relax for once in your lives.

Of course, the way the boys relaxed wasn’t exactly… relaxing. They were relaxing the only way they knew how.

Sam spent his time taking notes and reading books of lore. You honestly weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not - when you woke up in the morning he was reading, and by the time you went to bed he was still reading.

Dean spent his time off working on his Baby. It baffled you that someone could do so much work on one car, but Dean insisted that she was always a work in progress.

Your way to relax was to actually relax. Television shows and junk food consumed your life for the first two days of your break, but by day three, you were getting a little stir crazy. To entertain yourself, you decided to explore around the bunker.

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For Your Convenience (Part 15)

Story Summary: To help you finally make a move on your long-time crush, you get assistance from your newly hired co-worker. (Retail/Department Store AU)

Word Count: 1,563

‘For Your Convenience’ Masterlist

A/N: *screams internally*

Originally posted by comicbookstuffdaily

Entering the back office by the home registers, you spotted Bucky tinkering with the RFID scanner. His brows furrowed in concentration as he tapped his fingers on the display, a low growl fleeing his lips. Oblivious of your presence, Bucky muttered of slew of obscenities and restarted the device once more, rubbing his neck in frustration.

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i was falling asleep a few nights ago when the thought popped into my head “in a wolf 359 animal crossing au, eiffel would probably be a dog” and i literally didn’t go to sleep for another half an hour because i kept thinking about it



I rolled over and looked at my sleeping husband. He was so cute whenever he was asleep. He just looked so… peaceful. And that was hard to see in him most days. He had a sixteen year old daughter and his career always took a toll on him.

“Good morning, my love,” I whispered giving him a peck on his nose. Josh groaned and rolled over. I giggled at his laziness. No matter how old we got I always felt like we were just falling in love.

It was nine in the morning and I knew Josh would soon be up, but it felt like he would sleep the day away. I began to make breakfast hoping that the scent of coffee, French toast, and bacon might stir him and my daughter, [Y/D/N], awake. Besides, I enjoyed cooking for them and I knew they liked it when I made breakfast. It’s always a good way to start the day.

Not soon after I started cooking, Josh stumbled into the kitchen. “Where’s my coffee?” He mumbled rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. He most definitely was not a morning person.

“Good morning,” I chirped sarcastically. He groaned as he got a cup out from the cabinet. I poked him trying to get a response. He poured a cup of the dark drink and took a burning sip.

“Morning,” he finally replied kissing my cheek. He went to kiss my other cheek, but I turned my head so he got my lips instead. I smiled as he spun my body away from the stove and into his in a sexy manner.

“Joshua Dun!” I giggled as he kissed me again and again.

“Ugh. You two are so gross! Get a room,” [Y/D/N] said walking into the kitchen and grabbing a banana.

“My house. This is my room,” Josh said teasingly. “Put that down your mother is making breakfast,” he scolded taking the banana from her.

[Y/D/N] rolled her brown eyes at him. “I’m not going to eat a pig that was slaughtered for us to eat,” she said in the sassy manner that she inherited from my side of the family.

“You aren’t going to eat a banana that was gruesomely picked to be eaten. You will eat what I cook and that’s that,” I replied flicking the spatula at her for effect. Again with her eye rolling.

She pulled out her phone and started texting someone. I could hear her fingernails tapping the screen. “It’s too early for you to be on your phone,” Josh said taking it out of her hands. She protested with a high pitched ‘Hey!’ as he scrolled through her messages. “Who’s Jesse?”

[Y/D/N] turned bright red and reached for her phone. “Give it back! It’s none of your business,” she shrieked. I could see fear filling in her eyes.

“Dear, give it back. [Y/D/N], I don’t want to see it in your hands until after breakfast,” I said sternly.

Josh handed it back giving her a look. “I think it is my business if you expect to go see him tonight. We’re going to meet this boy when he comes by to pick you up tonight.”

[Y/D/N] turned a rosy pink and nodded. “Yes sir,” she mumbled. He handed her the banana as a way of making peace. That’s one of the things I love about Josh. He could be our daughter’s best friend, but also her overprotective and rigid father.


“I’m not going to like him,” Josh griped as we sat on the couch together. [Y/D/N] was in her bedroom getting ready for Jesse to come get her. She had just been down here in a panicky state telling us not to embarrass her or anything like that. I laughed and told her not to worry to which she replied with an eye roll.

“Give him a chance,” I said playing with his fingers. “My parents didn’t think they would like you. And I acted exactly how [Y/D/N] is acting right now,” I continued sweetly.

Josh groaned and rubbed his eyes. “I know. I just want to make sure my [Y/D/N] is safe. Besides, she’s just a little girl. She’s too young to be dating,” he whined. He got this pouty look on his face and I laughed, kissing his lips.

“I was this age when we first started dating. And my parents thought the exact same thing. They didn’t want me to grow up,” I said cupping his face.

Josh was about to respond, but just then the doorbell rang. I could hear [Y/D/N] come running down the stairs before I even got up off the couch. She came into the living room and gave both of us a wide eyed look. “Please behave,” she begged before opening up the door.

“Hi Jesse,” she said sweetly as she hugged him.

“How come he immediately gets the sweet [Y/D/N]?” Josh whispered in my ear. I laughed and punched his arm.

[Y/D/N] invited Jesse to sit down and took the last empty seat. Jesse was a cute kid. I could see why [Y/D/N] wanted to go out with him so bad. He reminded me of Josh when we were young.

“Hello Mr. Dun. Ma'am,” Jesse greeted us. I smiled at his manners. He was doing very good. [Y/D/N] probably prepped him for meeting us. Josh didn’t let his stoic look change, but I knew he was glad the boy had manners.

“Jesse,” he greeted him sternly. “We haven’t heard much about you. "Please,” Josh paused for a little effect, “enlighten us.”

The poor boy looked a little nervous. I jumped in by putting my hand on Josh’s knee. “Oh don’t mind him,” I said trying to lighten the mood. Between the kids’ nerves and Josh’s 'I need to be the only male in [Y/D/N]’s life’ attitude the air was more thick with tension than you would’ve thought possible. “He’s just grumpy,” I said smiling at Jesse hoping to help him lighten up.

Josh huffed and put his hand on my shoulder. This was his way of showing dominance. “So tell us, Jesse, where do you plan on taking [Y/D/N] tonight?” Josh asked him.

“Well, I was thinking on taking her for a bite to eat and then going to watch the fireworks over the lake,” he replied trying to be cool. His voice cracked a little, which was what gave him away.

“That sounds lovely,” I said in a motherly tone. “You two should be on your way then. Have fun, darling,” I say as I stood up. I kissed her cheek as she walked out the door.

“It was nice to meet you both,” Jesse said shaking mine and Josh’s hands.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!” [Y/D/N] called as Jesse led her to his car.

“Be home by eleven!” Josh yelled. There was an “Okay” from [Y/D/N] and a “Yes sir” from Jesse as the car started and they drove off.

I sighed and fell into Josh. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked looking up at him.

Josh wrapped his arms around me and kissed my lips. “He doesn’t seem like a bad kid.”

“She’ll be fine,” I whispered.

“I know.”

Skinny Love // Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by sleepyandquietwhispers

Summary: Reader and Draco had been best friends for a while, and everyone, including them, can tell that they have feelings for each other, but won’t admit it; a “Skinny Love” situation.

A/N: kind of short, no use of (y/n) but really fluffy in it’s own way. Also, since there has been a lot of positive feedback since I posted Avoidance, I will be mostly dedicating this blog to the serpent boy.

It had started with a smile; a simple glance across the hallway that illuminated her face first when she saw him for the first time, standing next to two big boys that looked like bodyguards. He stared at her for a couple of seconds, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he tried to recognize the face of the girl that was being friendly to him, until he finally gave in –and smiled back.

Next, the soft, playful punch came in. Standing side to side at the courtyard, or sitting next to each other at Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons, when he joked about Gilderoy Lockhart’s inability to connect his brain to his mouth. The only way girls were told a boy liked them was when they punched them, which she thought was ridiculous: why would a person that liked you punch you to show affection?

Then, the hugs came in. They would come quite often, since she was scared about the dementors roaming around the school grounds and Sirius Black breaking inside the castle, twice. He also had broken his arm thanks to a “bloody chicken”, so she had to hug him sideways, scared of hurting him even more, even if he was faking it until the first Qudditch match against Gryffindor had happened, to which she had returned to hug him again, giving him motivation by telling him he would do a great job playing as a Seeker. By the end of the year, she had begun to feel something tickling inside her stomach as his arm swung around her shoulder mindlessly.

At last, the hands made their way into their relationship, silently as they sat at the library, whispering and chuckling quietly whenever Madame Pince shushed them. The sarcastic remarks had been a part of their friendship since the first year, but now they were accompanied by the fumbling of each other’s fingers, and shy glances with devilish smirks along the way. She wondered if he felt the same way she did whenever she was with him, and she had her doubts since he would stare at the French girls that came to visit them for the year due to the Tri Wizard Tournament taking place at Hogwarts as his hand brushed against hers. But once she sat on their corner, hidden as much as possible from the grumpy librarian, sharing secrets with his long, skinny fingers tangled around her hand, she knew that deep down, he felt the same way too.

And he did.

lets chat about Neil and Katelyn and their awesome friendship (thnx fandomaddict143 for giving me the idea and prod to write this! :D)

  • Katelyn knows what Neil did, that Neil’s the reason Katelyn can be openly together with Aaron and he’s the one that made the counseling sessions between Aaron and Andrew happen. She knows Neil’s the catalyst. The one that changed everything.
  • she starts shooting him little smiles whenever she sees him. if he’s not with Andrew, she’ll actually come up and say hello, ask him how he is, talk about his games
  • Neil’s always liked Katelyn, even tho he knows next to nothing about her, which would usually make him twitchy, but she just gives off this vibe of being a nice person, of being genuine

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Syndisparklez Fluff Fic

1600+ words

No Warnings

To say that this Q&A session was embarrassing would be the understatement of the year. He figured a Q&A with his mom would lead to the inevitable embarrassing childhood stories and secrets, but he never expected that he’d have to explain ‘shipping’ as a concept. Nor did he expect to ask if his mom would like to see him and a very much male friend together.

He didn’t have to read Tom’s question either, he could’ve just skipped over it like the many other intrusive questions. But, here they were.

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