and your elbow pads

Game day

: i. need. s ome sports supportive reader x archie. like wearing jersey to school on game day, wearing his jacket, cheering him on from the sideline. yelling at his coach when he yells at archie. just owningit. being cute. being supportive.

A/N: this is cute and smol

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Word count: 648 words

Warnings: cursing i think

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

“That’s my jersey.”  You turned, a wide smile on your face as your eyes met Archie’s.  

“Yeah!” He smiled right back.  

“You look better in it than I do…” He teased, hands coming down on your shoulders.  

“You said it.”  You turned back to your locker, blowing your hair out of your face.  

He leaned over to your ear. “You coming to my game tonight?”

“Am I coming to your game tonight?” You asked mockingly.  “Of course I’m going to your game tonight.”

“Can you not yell at Coach this time?”

“Listen you made a great pass, and he had no right to yell at you for that,” you defended yourself.  “It’s not your fault he couldn’t run it.”  Closing your locker, your brow crinkled in anger.  Archie laughed.  “I’m still pressed.”

He swung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side as you two walked next to each other down the hall towards your class.  Grinning, Archie replied, “I know you are, babe.”

The game was typical.  The Bulldogs were crushing, and you’d like to think it was solely because of your beautiful boyfriend. You’d catch his eyes every once in awhile from the sidelines, smiling widely to show support.  “Go, Arch!” You’d yell whenever he had the ball, always finding his small grin under his helmet.  

“Hey!” You turned, narrowing your eyes at Coach Clayton.  “L/N, I’d tell you to get out, but you really help him play better.  So, I’ll just ask you,” he leaned in close to your ear.  “To stop!  Screaming!  In my ear!”  

Eyes wide with surprise, you coughed slightly.  “Strong lungs you got there.”

“See you two are getting along better today,” Jughead commented sarcastically over the fence.  Raising a bright blue jacket, he pushed it over towards you.  With it’s blue and gold color scheme, bold R on the breast, you knew exactly what it was. “Archie told me to go and grab it from his house for you.  Said it would be cold.” You reached forward to grab it from him, tugging it over his shoulders.  “Look at you two.  So eighties coming of age movie.”  

Out of nowhere, the crowd suddenly roared in disgruntled, surprised noises.  They resembled a crowd booing, but less angry, more concerned.  The three of you had been distracted from the field for a moment, however you didn’t have to see the field to know that something had happened.  

You turned, seeing the ref angrily blowing his whistle.  You noticed the letters on the scoreboard change.  34-31.  While the Bulldogs were still winning, it was the fourth quarter, and this score was too tight for comfort.

“Time!” Clayton called angrily, waving his arms in the air and pulling the team into a huddle.  You leaned against the fence next to Jughead.  

“You think it’s because you weren’t watching him for two seconds?” He joked, elbow nudging your padded shoulder.

“I mean you’re kidding but… It means a lot to him.” You frowned.

Jughead sighed.  “Never thought I’d be friends with a quarterback.”

“Never thought I’d wear a letterman’s jacket.  Yet here we are.”  Archie’s eyes lifted from the heads of his teammates to meet yours.  “For that goofball.”

“One second, Coach,” he murmured, taking steps over to you.

“Hey, baby,” you said softly, “You alright?”

“Yeah, just stressed,” he sighed.  

“You guys got this,” you assured him.  “You need anything?”

“Just you, here,” he answered softly.  “I like the jacket.”

“It’s warm,” you nodded.  He smiled, pulling on the thick fabric to bring your lips to his.  You pulled back, scrunching up your nose.  “You stink.”

Archie lightly punched your shoulder.  “Hey.”

“Hey, you know what.  You go out there, you kick ass?  I’ll cuddle you tonight regardless of whether or not you shower.” You leaned forward, kissing him one last time, before lightly pushing his chest.  “Go kick some ass.”

On Thin Ice *Part 2*

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Gif isn’t mine

IM SCREAMING !!!! You guys totally loved the first part of On Thin Ice, and, as I promised, here is part 2 on Valentine’s day! Hope you guys like this one as much as the first part :)

Summary: After running from the ice rink, Newt comes after you to see why you left in tears.

Warnings: A little bit of angst in the beginning, mentions of blood.

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

DO NOT post this on other sites and claim it as your work.

Reblogs are fine

For anyone who hasn’t read the first part, here’s part 1

Enjoy !!! 


It was frigid outside. You were running against the wind, tears streaming down your face. This just wasn’t your night at all. You really thought you could just let go of your feelings for Newt for one night and have some fun, but it seemed that luck wasn’t on your side tonight.

You continued running until you reached the front of the Goldstein’s apartment complex. You yanked open the doors and ran up the steps towards their apartment, your elbows stinging on the way. Once you were there, you rushed to the bathroom, searching for the first aid kit. You opened the cabinet and came face to face with a little box that read ‘First aid kit’. Pulling it out, you set it down and opened it, grabbing bandages and alcohol pads to clean your elbows. God, this was gonna hurt.

Unbeknownst to you, Newt was already on his way to the apartment. He noticed you leave last second and stopped skating with Tina to ask Queenie and Jacob why you had left so quickly. They both explained that you had fallen onto your elbows and that you were hurt. Once Newt heard this, he immediately took off his skates and put on his shoes so he could go and see if you were ok. He couldn’t bear to think of how badly you might be hurting now. 

Meanwhile, back in the bathroom, you had just washed your hands to get rid of the dry blood. You dried your hands and picked up one of the alcohol pad packets. This was going to sting… A lot. There is a way you could heal them with magic, but you couldn’t remember how to, so this was the only way to go. Opening the packet, you pulled out the pad and slowly applied it to your elbow. You gave a loud hiss when you felt a terrible stinging sensation. Tears started to spring in your eyes again. Had you really fallen that hard?

All of a sudden, the sound of a door banging open and footsteps could be heard in the room. You jumped and tried to close the bathroom door, but it was too late. Newt was already in front of the bathroom, pushing the door open and looking at the scene in front of him. 

He stood there for a second, staring at your disheveled state.“Merlin’s beard Y/n, have you been crying?” Newt looked at your puffy eyes. You lowered your head so he wouldn’t be able to see your face. His gaze then traveled to your scraped elbows.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” He came closer to you to inspect the damage. You immediately shrunk back and tried to hide your arms away from him, hissing once again when you accidentally rubbed the alcohol pad against the torn skin.

“Wait here, I have something in my case that will help to heal you up.” He slowly took the alcohol pad away from you and packed up the first aid kit. Once he had the kit back in the cabinet, he ran out of the bathroom and into his case. 

Newt came back a little bit later with a jar that had a strange green paste in it. You sat on the toilet and looked down, still avoiding his gaze.

He lifted your chin and examined your face. Your lips were trembling and your eyes were still red and puffy from before. Newt set down the jar and took off his coat, wrapping it around you.

“Newt, no, you don’t have to-”

“No, I insist. You must have been freezing, running away so fast. Now, let’s take a look at your arms.” He took your hand and slowly stretched out your arm. You grit your teeth and clenched your fist. Realizing that you were hurting, he started to rub small circles with his thumb onto the back of your hand. 

Newt took the jar from the counter and opened it up, taking some of the paste onto his hand. He then continued to take your arm and rub the strange green paste onto your elbow. There was a little tingling sensation that soon went away, leaving a cool bliss in it’s wake.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” Newt asked. You were really hoping he wouldn’t ask this question again, but now it seems like you’ll have to answer him.

“I didn’t want to ruin your fun. You seemed to be having a really good time with Tina.” You glanced up at Newt to see what his reaction would be.

His eyes were narrowed in confusion. “Y/n, you wouldn’t have ruined anything for me. You were hurt, and I should’ve been there to walk you back.” Newt took your other arm and stretched it out. He then started to rub some more of that green paste onto your elbow.

“Well, I would’ve messed up a special moment for you and Tina. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of what you guys have.” Newt stopped rubbing to look at you. You’re eyes were downcast again.

“What we have? Do you think… Do you think I fancy her?”

You didn’t respond to that. Instead, you hung your head even lower, your hair covering your face.

“I don’t… I only see Tina as a friend. Besides, how could I have feelings for her when I have the most beautiful girl right in front of me?”

Your head shot up when he said this. Newt was looking at you with such intensity you could almost melt on the spot.

“I… What? Are you talking about me?” You asked.

“There’s no one else in front of me, darling.” 

You smiled. You felt your heart explode with happiness and you couldn’t help but giggle from all of the emotions brewing inside of you now. Newt smiled back at you and gently kissed your forehead. 

“So, you really like me?”

“Yes, in fact, I’ve fancied you for a while now, but you haven’t noticed.” A slight blush crept up Newt’s cheeks. You couldn’t help but giggle once more. 

“Well, I’m sure I fancy you too Mr. Scamander.” You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He smiled and pecked your nose.

Newt stood up and rinsed off his hands in the sink. He then looked back at you and extended his hand.

“Come, I have a present for you.”

You put your hand into Newt’s and he pulled you up from your seat. He led you out of the bathroom and into the guest room the both of you had been sleeping in.

He let go of your hand and walked over to his bed. Stooping down, he looked under the bed and grabbed something. He stood back up and walked over to you, hands behind his back.

Once he was in front of you, he took his hands from behind his back and showed you what he was hiding. In his hands was a small brown box with a silver bow loosely wrapped around it.

“I didn’t really know how to wrap the bow around the gift the proper way, so it looks a little lazy.”

You chuckled. “It’s ok, I like it.” Gently, you took the gift from Newt, surprised at how light it was. 

You untied the bow from the gift and opened the box. There, in the box, was a ticket for a boat trip to Spain.

“I know we finished writing the book together, but I want to travel with you more. And now that we know of each other’s feelings… Will you be mine Y/n?”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around Newt’s neck, bringing him in for a hug. He put his hands on the small of your back and hugged you back.

“I’d love to travel with you once again, Newt. And I’d also love to be all yours, If you agree to be mine.”

Newt broke away from the hug, his hands still on your shoulders. He then pulled you in for a sweet and gentle kiss. 

Pulling away, he looked at you and smiled. 

“Of course, darling.”


This is short but so sweet and honestly I could not be happier with the outcome of this story 

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wanna one reacting to you not knowing how to ride a bike

-so i decided that it would be better to imagine this as wanna one as dads teaching 5-year-old you how to ride a bike

lai guanlin:  “ok so i think it’ll be easier if we start by taking the training wheels off only one at a time. you know, just to ease into things” *pushes you down the driveway* “wait, oh shi-” 

lee daehwi: “sweetie, dad will just hang onto your seat while you try to maintain balance, alright? don’t worry, i wont let you go” *you go down the hill* *daehwi struggles to slow u down* *is dragged across the ground* “DONT WORRY SWEETIE, DAD’S STILL HANGING ON, YOU JUST GET. THAT. BALANCE.” *forgets reason for living as his clothes get torn on the sidewalk*

bae jinyoung: “dad’s just gonna push you, and you’re gonna ride by yourself ok??” *shoves you as hard as he can* “woah wtf you’RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE” *realizes he didn’t take the training wheels off*

park woojin: “ok, we’ll learn at the park. let’s go!” *finally arrive at park* *forgets bike at home*

park jihoon: *would wrap you in bubble wrap over your helmet, your elbow/knee/shin/shoulder pads* *never lets go* *goes about .02 miles/hour in the grass*

kang daniel: *would be so excited about teaching you* *attaches streamers, pompoms, bells, whistles* *sets you off onto the road* *stares in sheer horror as the streamers get tangled in your pedals and wheels*

kim jaehwan: *refuses to teach you* “we’re tandem biking all day EVERYDAY hunty”

ong seongwoo: “biking is so easy. here, let me show you how it’s done” *rides gracefully down the sidewalk* *turns around to say* “you see? THE KEY IS BALAN-” *plows into a rose bush* 

hwang minhyun: *would carry a loudspeaker with him and forces you to wear a light-up vest because safety is #1 for dad minhyun* *screeches at every living thing that is within 2 feet radius* *doesn’t realize he’d been screaming at a leaf to get out of the way for 5 mins*

 ha sungwoon: “ok, we’ll learn at the park. let’s go!” *finally arrive at park* *forgets you at home*

yoon jisung: *at 3;04 am* “ok the moon should be at a 52º angle in thirty-six seconds, giving you the perfect lighting that will not blind you if you head in a NW direction at 5.3 mph. account the wind at a 3.1 mph, from- *licks finger and holds it out* “-a NNW direction, you’ll go the perfect speed” *bloodcurdling scream when a drop of rain hits him* 

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You groaned and flicked the on switch from your heating pad, of course it would decide to stop working right when your cramps were the equivalent of Satan doing flying elbow drops to your uterus. Unplugging the pad, you start yelling into the silence of your apartment, "you know what sounds like a fan-fucking-tastic idea? to stop working right when I'm needed!" you throw it at the wall across the room just as Bucky and Steve walk in from their debriefing. (1/5)

Both boys raise their eyebrow and watch the heating pad flop off a bookcase and onto the floor next to them. “Darlin, if you’re expecting it to reply I think you forgot that its an inanimate object.” Bucky smirks until Steve elbows him in the side looking at you as you start to tear up, clutching your stomach. Bucky picked up the pad and squinted his eyes, looking between you and the pad, then to Steve, then back to you. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, (2/5)

“Christ Buck its her time of the month, how did you not realize this?” You made your way to the couch and groaned as you tried to find a comfortable position where it didn’t completely feel like Satan had just tag teamed John Cena in to provide his finishing ‘Attitude Adjustment’ move. “Doll, you need anything? Me can Stevie can get you whatever you need,” Bucky sat next to you and began rubbing your back. “Well for starters a functioning heating pad and a glass of water would suffice” (3/5)

you buried your face into your forearm as another cramp started. You felt the couch shift and strong hands lifting you up, you screeched and clung to Bucky’s arm, “don’t gotta worry about a heating pad Doll I run hot.” Bucky pulled his shirt up and carefully shifted you onto his chest, you sighed at the feeling of his warm stomach against yours. (4/5

)Steve came back and left the bottle next to you and sat at the end of the couch with yours and Bucky’s feet in his lap, gently nudging your feet he started to massage your feet and lower calves. Nuzzling into Bucky’s chest you smiled and traced patterns into his chest as you began to fall asleep. “Same time next month?” you could hear the smirk in his voice so you pinched at his clothed nipple. Bucky cried out asking what he did wrong, Steve just shook his head sighing. (5/5)

everything about this was perfect, my favourite was “I run hot” yes perfect - Gen

Fluffy Friday™


Percy was desperate on teaching you to skateboard.  
“Percy, I’m gonna fall and probably break my neck.” You whined as you were placing on your helmet and knee pads. He just chuckled and fastened your elbow pads on, “ I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’ll be right here when you need me. ” He set down his skateboard and took your hand, “ step on slowly and adjust your feet like this. ” He set his feet in the proper position to show you when you were on the board.
You sighed a little and gripped his hand tightly when the board shifted underneath you. Percy twisted his hand away from yours and went to your waist instead. He instructed you to balance yourself by holding out your hands while he held your waist and gently guiding you around. You squeaked and turned a bright red when his hands slipped lower to your thigh instead. “ Don’t worry, ” he said, his own face a tinged pink, “ I’m only adjusting your legs so you can gain more balance. ”
You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing, but you could stop being in love with this boy, that wasn’t an option. Percy shifted your leg and placed one hand on your waist the other holding your outstretched hand. You were doing it, you were riding a board. Finally. He let his hands loosely drop to his sides as you rode on.

He grinned widely as you glided across the busy skate park. You were amazing with your balance, rolling past gratified walls and other skaters doing tricks and turning. Percy picked up his Navy and white board, he quickly got on it, his eyes never leaving your retreating figure. He gave a laugh and sped up to meet you. But unfortunately, he didn’t get there in enough time  to push you away from harms way.
A skateboarder, who made fun of your flailing and failing earlier that day , crashed into you and knocked you clean off your (f/c) board. “ Watch it!” The burly skateboarder yelled before he made contact. Just  like your own (e/c) eyes, Percy’s shown with fear; A swelling and pounding in his chest made everything a bit worse. His demigod skills made everything seem like it was slow motion for at least a second and a half as he processed that his girlfriend was just tackled by a broad, long-haired, brunette boy apparently named Zeke since his friends were yelling and shouting his name. Percy’s body was fueled by anger and pure adrenaline as he sprinted over to the tossed and bruised pair, leaving his skateboard behind him. When he got there the first thing he did was what any good boyfriend would ask. “Are you hurt? Any broken limbs? ” He asked giving you a look over.

You groaned and held your head, which was bleeding badly since you didn’t strap your helmet on. When you removed your hand from the bleeding spot, Percy saw that it was much worse than imagined. “ Poseidon’s underpants are you kidding me!” he yelled. He pulled your body slightly so that your head was in his lap. He felt like beating his head into a wall for letting this happen to you.  He dipped down to kiss your forehead before frantically searching for  help. Then he saw it, a business man holding a phone up to his ear and shouting in it angrily. “Hey you! Call 911 my girlfriend may have a concussion. Are you even listening to me? ” Percy shouted at the man. You on the other hand were getting sleepy and your vision was becoming a blurry mess dotted with black. Your body seemed  to go from hot to cold. The blood was dripping down from your temple and down onto your boyfriend’s lap, soaking his jeans. the business man glanced up at the distressed pair once and then twice for a double take. He shouted a quick “call you back” into the phone before dialing the help number, 911.

Percy blinked back tears that were wanting to drain out. This was not happening, this can’t happen and it won’t.
He cupped your face and sniffled a little. “ Hey eyes on me (y/n), look we can go get Ice cream later. We can watch (your favorite movie) together. I’ll show you the corals under the sea; My dad’s underwater palace, we can go there if you want. ” His voice got lower as he spoke so no one would over hear. Your eyes started to close with every breath you took, “ Percy…shut up and love me. ” You mumbled with a slight smile tugging on your lips. He chuckled and dipped down again to kiss your lips softly, he lingered for a second before leaning up to glance around. An ambulance siren could be heard not to far away from the distressed couple that lay in the middle of the skate park. He leaned down one more time  to kiss her before the men rushing up behind him took her.


You opened your eyes to see a bright white light over your head before it dims out into a hospital room. Your head was pounding with a headache and your eyes were stinging, basically you were in pain. You look around the grey looking room with distaste, searching for Percy. He wasn’t there. All that was beside your bed was your (m/p) and a nurse refilling your IV. You frowned, thinking that he left you alone. “It’s alright”, you thought, “he was probably needed or something.”  You sighed to let them know you were awake. “ Oh honey you’re awake!” your (m/p) said with a relieved face. The nurse smiled and went out of the room without a word, well, except for when she excused herself at  the door. “ (y/n) you’re awake! ” Percy said while sitting down his pizza on the side table. “Oh he was eating, he didn’t leave me.”
You smiled and raised up only to lay back down holding your head, which was covered in bandage. “Wow” you laughed, “ looks like I’m pretty bad ass with this battle wound huh? ” he cracked a smile and held your hand,“ I didn’t know you’d get hurt badly enough to be in a hospital. ”
You shrugged barley enough so that your head wouldn’t ache anymore. “It’s my fault anyways, I didn’t strap my helmet on. ”
Percy  shook his head and  smirked a little. “ So, let’s get back to the ‘Shut up and love me part’ eh?  ”

“Guys parental guidance is standing right here. ” Your (m/p) said with an awkward stance. You blushed and cleared your throat, “ Yeah Percy, I’m never skateboarding again.Ever.”

Better Twin - Derek Hale

Originally posted by poseyparadise

Summary: Which of the two Stilinksi twins are better? You or Stiles?

Genre: Fluffy, and I hope I got some comedy in there

Warnings: None

A/N: I will say sorry for my Teen Wolf followers if they get annoyed when I post Kpop things and they get a lot of Kpop on their dash. I’m sorry, but it’s what I originally started this blog for. Anyways, this is for @just-jordie-things ‘s anon that wanted Derek. I hope you enjoy.

~ Admin Brooklyn


“OH MY GOD I AM RIGHT HERE!” Stiles’ wailing could be heard throughout Derek’s loft. The entire pack had decided to meet up and have a pack meeting. Scott was there with Isaac, while Lydia was Allison’s ride. You came with your brother Stiles, although you were regretting that decision.

“Clam down, we’re not even doing anything.” Stiles rolled his eyes at your response. Pointing in between you and Derek who held your arm and pulled you closer to him.

“You and Derek kissed! And as your older brother, I demand that you don’t do it.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him. Your spastic older brother stood by Derek’s table, crossing his arms.

“Stiles, I swear to fucks, he is my boyfriend. Couples kiss each other. Okay? I’m going to kiss my boyfriend whenever I want to.” You crossed your arms. Derek smiled down at you, chuckling slightly. You look up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m older you have to listen to me.” You rolled your eyes once more. This was beyond childish. “Stiles Stilinski we are fucking twins. You are only a few minutes older.”

“Okay guys, not that I don’t love your bickering, but we have things we have to do.” Lydia cut in. Stiles glared at Derek, making the werewolf raise his eyes at your brother. Scott gave Lydia a thankful look, and Lydia returned it with a half-hearted smile.

The pack gathered around the table, thinking of the current alpha situation. If you thought that dealing with Derek as an alpha last year was problematic, then you haven’t dealt with the alpha pack yet. Kali, Ennis, Ethan and Aiden all of them followed the dramatic “Demon Wolf” who feel that wearing sunglasses indoors are the new hip thing. You were exhausted dealing with these dramatic drama queens, and you were thankful that Derek was always there for you. That is until Stiles pushes himself in between you two.

“What if we surprise them and go at them from be-” Derek was cut off as Stiles elbowed him in his ribs. Did it hurt? Not really. Was it a minor inconvenience for him that broke his concentration? Hell yes. Especially when Stiles did it to prevent any contact between you and Derek. Derek stopped talking and looked at Stiles, and eyebrow raised at him. His expression read ‘wtf are you doing’ but Stiles didn’t seem to care.

“What?” Stiles said innocently. Your head was in your hands, elbows resting on the table. The pads of your fingertips rubbed against your temples as you tried to suppress a headache. Derek rolled his eyes. “Nothing Stiles.”

“So anyways, if we go at the pack from here,” Derek moved, walking around the table to point to the back entrance. “Maybe we can surprise them. Take them off guard.”

“Yeah but that’s a big if.” You said. Your eyebrows were knit together, concentrating on the task at hand. You moved away from your spot, standing next to Derek, pointing at all the other entrances. “They could still hear us. Plus it doesn’t give us much of a vantage point if we do. Maybe they don’t see us from behind but- OH MY GOD STILES!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Your brother had wedged himself between you and Derek again, but this time he seemed to find a more effective way of keep Derek off of you. Stiles was leaning against Derek. Stiles’ pale toned body barely covering Derek’s, making Stiles a minor inconvenience again, but this time more annoying.

“Stiles, dude, I get that (Y/N)’s your sister, but we need to get work done,” Scott said. Stiles gave him an overly dramatic betrayed look. Derek looked at you annoyed and you sighed. Rubbing your temples again you grabbed Stiles’ arm and tried prying him off of Derek.

“You’re taking their side!” Stiles accused Scott, still hurt at his friend’s betrayal. Scott shrugged. “I mean (Y/N)’s like a sister to me too, but I’ve kissed Allison and it was okay.”

   A blush crept up on Allison’s face, and Scott seemed to notice. His eyes got wide and he opened his mouth, ready to defend himself. “I didn’t mean that it was all we did. No, we did a lot of other things. NOT SEX THOUGH I SWEAR! Besides, we barely kissed at all. Why would I kiss her like that? WAIT NO! I meant it as why would I be all over you. Not that you aren’t good at kissing Allison. No, you’re amazing at it. Best I’ve ever had.”

   “Scott. Stop. Please.” Scott nodded sheepishly at your request to stop his cringe-worthy speech. You continued to pull Stiles off of Derek, but it was no use. “Stiles please get off Derek. I would like to have him back.”

   “What if he wants me more?” Stiles questioned, so sure of his logic. Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles, as you face palmed. Isaac let out a laugh, as well as Allison. Lydia wasn’t having any of it and just studied the map of the bank. Scott was still blushing at Allison. Derek pushed Stiles off of him with ease. The pale boy falling to the floor clumsily.

   “Sorry, I’d rather have the better twin,” Derek said, pulling you closer by your waist. You smiled up at him happily, and he smiled back. Stiles groaned from the floor either in pain or in disgust. Probably both.

   “Please don’t kiss in front of me. It’s gross enough that you’re dating the sourwolf here.” Stiles complained, getting up from the ground. Derek rolled his eyes once more before smirking quickly. You raised an eyebrow at him. You knew that look, it was a scheming planning look that popped up whenever he wanted something, hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge, THAT HE FUCKIN YOU, sorry.

   “Why would we do that Stiles, you are the superior twin.” Stiles seemed to have a satisfied smile. He got up from the ground and brushed off any dirt off of his flannel. He smiled before turning to Derek and saying, “Thank you, Derek. See Derek understands- wait. Are you making fun of me?”

   “Now why would I do that when the older and better twin is clearly right,” Derek said once again. You stare at him in both disbelief and confusion. Derek smirked as Stiles looked at you confused.

   “What is he doing?” Stiles asked you. You shrugged before looking at Derek equally confused. Derek just smirked at you, continuing to play his little game.

   “I shouldn’t do this to my girlfriend,” Derek said, pulling you close. He smashed his lips onto yours, pulling you into an intense kiss. You ran your hand up to his hair, pulling his closer to you.

   “OH MY GOD MY EYES. I’M BLIND! I NEED TO BLEACH MY EYES.” Stiles yelled while fake gagging. Derek pulled away and smirked at Stiles who was hunched over. You giggled quietly and smiled at Derek.

   “Sorry big bro, but he’s right.” You said to Stiles. Scott went over to Stiles and leaned him on his shoulder.

   “It’s okay Stiles. I still think you’re the better twin.”

Our Girl (Welcome to Hell)

Summary: (Modern!AU) Army medic, Private L/N, gets deployed on her first tour of Afghanistan. Struggling to fit in with her new comrades and adapt to the world of war, Pte L/N finds herself befriending a local, and pushing the boundaries of army regulations.

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes - Reader x OC

Warnings: war, angst, blood, gore, death, PTSD, terrorism, stereotypes, sexual indications, swearing, cockney, slow-burn, a little offensive maybe? (throughout series)

Key: Pte - Private. Cpl - Corporal. Sgt - Sergeant. Skrimmed - Tassels. PT - Physical Training. TAB - Run in full kit with weight and weapons. Doris - Woman/Girl

Word Count: 2,467

A/N: I hope this is good and easy to read. Please also remember this is my first time writing. Tags are at the bottom and I’m sorry there isn’t too much of Sgt Barnes in this, but he’ll be around more and more as time goes on! & Isn’t Wanda awesome!! Sorry if you find the soldiers nicknames weird, they are the actual names from the TV show.

Camp Bastion, Afghanistan. 4:30am

The journey to Afghanistan was drab.

Soldiers lined the cold aircraft walls; kit cluttered around their feet. Most were now either asleep or conversing with their comrades. Faces wrinkled in pure joy, despite the knowledge of what’s waiting on the other side.

Sleep seemed to evade you as your eyes wandered over the many faces littered within the shuttle. Not everyone here will make it home. Your chest tightened at the thought of losing a peer, especially one in your section. The five guys whose lives you’re responsible for saving.

Fingers, Mansfield, Dangleberries, Baz-vegas and Smurf. Your brothers in green. 

To your left, Captain Rogers absently fiddled with his radio. His perfectly styled blonde hair no longer hidden under his navy beret.

Was this guy immune to hat hair?

You let your focus wander down from his hair, taking in his strong jaw, crystal blue eyes, and inhuman physique. Seriously, did they all look like this in America?

“Right. We’re thirty minutes outside Bastion, put on all protective clothing including helmets.” The Captain ordered.

Forcing yourself out of your trance, you began to attach your armor.
A bullet-proof vest covered your torso while pads protected your knees and elbows. Hard-knuckled gloves shielded your hands as you strap your skrimmed-helmet under your chin and swung your duffel bag onto your back.

Nervous butterflies spew in your stomach when the plane begins to drop.  Your fingers gripped tightly onto metal ridges of the bench as your eyes squeeze closed; trying desperately to free yourself from this new-found anxiety. 

Until now you had been undoubtedly excited to get to Afghan. Excited to do your job and help the Afghan people dismantle the Taliban and regain their home.

However, at this moment, you’re terrified.

Sand bags and shipping containers made up the four-mile walls surrounding Camp Bastion, with the inside absolutely brimming with flat-pack tin buildings, tents, vehicles and large weaponry. 

Marching with your section, you made your way over to a large, green tent. Perfectly lined up US soldiers stood straight just outside.

“Section halt! Right turn!” Captain Rogers commanded. You stomp your right foot closely to your left with your back straight. Sharply turning right and stomping again, your sections stood to attention alongside the US soldiers.

“Under five’s, Welcome to Afghanistan. This ugly bunch here,”  He signaled towards the US soldiers. “like to call themselves The Avengers. ” You snorted at the name. 

Modest much? 

The Captain ignored your little disruption and began introducing his team. There was Sam - a gorgeous, dark-skinned, well-built man,  with a  gap tooth and killer smirk. Clint – A slim, dirty blonde with a face that said ‘I seriously couldn’t give a fuck’ and Tony – A cocksure engineer with ridiculously trimmed facial hair.

Within minutes, tears were streaming freely down your face. Sam was attempting to impersonate your South-Eastern accent causing you to double over laughing. You covered your face with both hands and attempt to hide the ugly-laugh-face you pulled when something really set you off.

Your laughter started to slow as you straightened up, only to notice the whole platoon was now braced and facing towards the front. Copying your comrades, you quickly stood-to-attention, facing forward.

Next to the Captain stood an equally beefy brunette. His dark hair was definitely longer than army regulation usually allowed; falling just below his ears. A few strands fell around his face as he ran his finger through the tousled locks. Dark stubble surrounded his pink lips and a long, straight nose stood proudly between two captivating blue eyes, that just so happened to be scowling at you through the bodies of your peers. 

You were definitely sporting some serious heart eyes right now. How come the US got all the male models and the UK got a smurf and a knock-off Prince Harry?  

Standing up straighter, you mumble a quick apology to the sour-faced brunette and averted your gaze to Captain Rogers.

“ This is Sergeant Barnes.” The Captain motioned Mr blue-eyes. “He will be leading you through your two-day simulation here in Bastion, as well as joining you on your first mission. Barnes here is on his fourth tour of Afghanistan, there’s no one I trust more than him.” He placed a firm hand on the Sergeants shoulder, smiling fondly in the process.

The sight of the smiling sergeant was enough to make you go weak in the knees. The way his eyes almost completely closed and his nose scrunched up above his wide toothy smile.

If you weren’t drooling before, you definitely are now.

After leaving the boys their tent to get situated, you found yourself wandering the sandy base trying to find the female quarters. Sergeant Barnes had made it abundantly clear you would not be bunking alongside your male associates. Instead, sending you out alone with a side-eye and a snide remark along the lines of ’ did you even pass geography in school?‘ 

Now both the Captain and the Sergeant seem to dislike you. All you did was giggle a little bit and try to lighten the heavy mood. Maybe these guys were just all work and no play, if so, you sure as hell weren’t going to get along. You were well known in training for being disobedient and a joker.

Footsteps were gaining behind you causing you to snap your head in their direction. Your dust-filled eyes found those of the only prick who could make your mood fifty percent better or one-hundred percent worse: Smurf.

“Barnes sent me to help you find your way. He thought our little Doris would get lost on her own.” He shook his head towards the floor, walking along side you.

“Why’d he send you? Sam said this is his second tour, surely he’d know exactly where they are.” you quipped.

“Because he loves me, everyone loves me. I’m the life and soul pal.”

“Oh fuck off Smurf.I don’t know if I can put up with six months of your bullshit..”

“Are you really that pissed off that Barnes likes me?”

”Well. maybe I don’t want that rude prick to like me!” You defended.

“ You know what Y/N, find your own way. Sergeant Barnes is a better person than you’ll ever be.” With that he stormed off in the direction he’d come from, once again leaving you to find your own way.

“Are you looking for the female quarters?” Voiced the petite brunette just a few steps ahead. You nodded at her question causing her to reach over and take one of your bags.

“ I’ll show you. Don’t worry about Smurf,” she assured as she led you into another large tent. “Dump your kit, the bed next to mine is free. I’m Wanda.” she outstretched her hand after dropping your bag on the empty bed. You shook her small hand briefly stating your name and a thank you.

“You know Smurf.” You asked as you put your kit under the bed.

“Not really, but I knew his twin brother, he was killed in Area Fifteen.” 

“You’re joking?”

“Barnes was his Sergeant too, that’s why Smurf won’t hear a bad word about him.” 

“I just called him a rude prick.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

 “Geraint was shot in the neck on patrol. Sergeant Barnes crawled about two hundred meters on his stomach to retrieve his body. He wasn’t leaving him as a trophy for the Taliban.” She smiled sympathetically. “He’d do the same for you.” She continued.

You widen your eyes as the words spill from Wanda’s mouth. Not for a second did you expect that to be the reason behind Smurfs sudden outburst.

”Let’s hope he doesn’t have too.” You mumbled. “He’s just come across so snotty and rude like I’m not good enough for his platoon.” 

“It’s ok. He can come across that way sometimes, but he’s a good guy and an even better soldier.” She smiled reassuringly. “Why don’t we get dinner later, they have a pizza hut here?”

“That would be great, thanks, Wanda. Can I ask you one question?” She smiled and nodded to you, urging you to continue.

“ Does it always feel like you’re walking through treacle here?” At this Wanda let out a full belly laugh, throwing her head back nodding in the process.

“You did what!?” Wanda gasped, Staring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“I gave a recruit a lap dance in basic.” You laughed, taking a bite of your greasy pizza, while she stared at you in bewilderment.

“Where? Why? H-how?” Holding your hands up in surrender, she paused with her questions and picked up her slice again; raising her eyebrows for you to explain.

“Well first off, it was a dare. We were going home for a long weekend the next day so we had a couple of games. I had let slip a few weeks before that I had taken a six-week lap dancing class, as part of a bridal party, so they just picked a guy and I gave him a lap-dance. It was either that or streak round the quarters.” you huffed a laugh as you recited the vivid memory. Basic training truly was the best time of your life.

Brushing your fingers over your trouser legs, you interlock your fingers and use them to rest your chin as you continued.

“ We went into the storage locker where they kept the rations and I gave him a lap dance. It was mortifying really. I couldn’t look him in the eye again.” Wanda was staring as if you had grown two heads. 

She opened her mouth to speak when a loud alarm rang through the air. To you, it sounded like a nuke warning, but one look at Wanda and you knew that wasn’t the case.

She scrambled off the bench, quickly tossing the pizza in the bin a few feet away. Another woman ran up to her, rambling something you couldn’t make out.

“ Six injured, they’re bringing them in now. All medical personal report to the hospital.” She shouts to you as she begins to run backward.


“ You’re medical aren’t you?” you run towards the hospital, rounding onto the main dirt road within the camp.  Your legs are burning as you run up behind the ambulance. Wanda jumps on the nearest stretcher, ready to wheel it into the hospital.

Your panicking eyes ghost over the quivering body that occupied the stretcher.  A man, no older than twenty-five. The skin around his eyes was clean from tears when the rest of his body was covered in soot, dirt, and blood.

“Y/N! GET ON THE STRETCHER!” Wanda’s voice snapped through your trance, and look at her. You force your shaking hands to grasp the end of the stretcher and push it forward through the hospital doors.

Looking back over the crying male, you finally notice his injuries. Legs completely blown below the knees. Blood was oozing from around the shattered bones as bits of flesh hung on to the red wound by threads.

He’s not going to make it.

Pulling up to the bed, a team of surgeons moves in, sticking the soldier full of needles and IVs, preparing for theater. You take a step back as the room begins to spin. Adrenaline was pumping through you by the bucket load as more soldiers with similar injuries begin coming into the room.

You’re still stumbling backward as you hit the shoulder of another medic.

“Pull yourself together medic.”

“Private L/N?”

“Private L/N!”

You knotted your running shoes and straightened out your shorts and t-shirt. Sergeant Barnes had requested yesterday that your section do a PT session this morning to help your bodies acclimatize to the warmer conditions. By this morning he meant four-thirty am, and by PT he meant a tab which became apparent when you stepped outside the tent to find all nine men dressed in their full uniform.

“I suppose I should be glad you’re not wearing your stilettos,” Barnes mocked as the guys wolf-whistled. “It’s full kit L/N.”

“Yes, boss.” You replied as you ducked back into the tent to get changed.

Thirty minutes into the tab and you were breathing out of your arse. The images from the hospital kept you from sleep last night, every time you shut your eyes all you saw was blood, bones, and flesh. So not only did it feel as though you were inhaling golden syrup with every breath, you were a majorly sleep deprived.

You ran in the back. Sergeant Barnes ran ahead of the section, leading the way around his makeshift course. He doesn’t even look like he’s broken a sweat, let alone about to keel over like you.

“Is everyone acclimatizing to the conditions?” He yelled. His voice completely gasp free. A chorus of ‘yes’ or ‘boss’ was answered back, all coming out slightly breathy. “Alright, sprint the last fifty meters. GO!” They all took off running. Totally distancing themselves from you.

“Smurf! Drop to the floor!” following commands, Smurf hurriedly fell to the sand, laying flat on his back. Everyone stopped by him.

“ Medic! Man down! Left arm blown off above the elbow! What are you going to do?” The boss shouted at you, walking to you as you try to jog to Smurf without passing out. Slowing down, even more, you suppress the urge to vomit as you slowly squat before the 'injured’ soldier. Panting furiously, your shaking fingers fumbled with the tourniquet.

“ Come on medic! You gonna let him bleed out while you gasp for air like a puffer fish?!” You give the Sgt the angriest look you could muster while still gasping for air. Your fingers would not separate the Velcro tourniquet no matter how hard you tried.

“L/N! Come! On! This isn’t Call of Duty. If someone stands on an IUD, there’s a life to save!” Smurf was staring at you with a pitiful look, while the others looked terrified at the fact the person in charge of saving them, can’t open a bloody tourniquet.

“Smurf get up! Get yourselves showered!” Smurf jumped up and the section took off running again. You slowly stand, jogging after them with Barnes at your side. You were right. He hadn’t broken a sweat.

“He could’ve died just then L/N.” He was speaking quieter now, but you could still her the enmity in his tone. “Now please don’t tell me we’ve got the only medic who can’t stand the sight of blood.”

You didn’t answer. You just gave him a look that said 'please can you fuck yourself’ and carried on running. Barnes stayed running beside you for a few seconds more before sighing and running off to the showers.

What a fucking asshole.

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     “I love it when you wear my clothes,” Dean said with a smirk, his eyes raking over your body as you walked into the bedroom you and him shared, one of his T-shirts hanging loosely off your shoulders. You smiled, looking down at the hem that almost reached your knees and the “short sleeves” that brushed your elbows, while you padded over to the bed with silent steps, then allowed Dean to pull you onto his lap. His hands automatically settled on your hips. “In fact,” he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “I think you should just wear this from now on.”

     You raised your eyebrows. “Just this?” you asked. Dean nodded his head, you shot him a wicked grin. “Well, I think that might be a little awkward … ” this time it was Dean who raised his eyebrows, “considering I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

     Dean let out a guttural sound and had you flipped on your back in a second, his strong body hovering over yours and caging you in. His eyes flicked down to your bare legs where your shirt had slid up. “Oh, you should definitely just wear this,” Dean said, and before he could say anymore you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. His body was a comforting weight against your own as he ran his hands along your smooth legs and under the hem of your shirt, wrapping them around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. Your back arched into his touch and your head fell back. You let out a shuttering breath as he trailed his lips along your neck and traveled lower.

     Maybe you could just wear this from now on … or nothing at all.

*These gifs are not mine, both the gifs are from Google Images* 

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! I was wondering how you made your elbow pads and knee pads for your pidge cosplay? Thank you!!! (Your pidge tag is keeping me slightly sane through this armor process)

“by the knee/elbow pads question I mean how did you give them such a 3 dimensional shape and make them pop out as opposed to laying like flat worbla/craft foam“

hi welcome to paladin armour hell where all construction is a fever dream and your comfort level in costume doesn’t matter
Actually it is worbla and I just made them in a 3d shape like that!

also there’s them magnets people keep wondering about
AHHHH I’m so glad some of the stuff I’ve shared helped! Feel free to ask if ya got anymore questions friend <3

Crying Soulmate!AU - Michael 5SOS Imagine/Preference

When you were younger, your parents explained that you had to be very careful not to hurt yourself. You didn’t quite understand why, until you turned five. Your first day riding your new bike was pretty exciting, until your parents started to bundle you in knee pads, elbow pads, long sleeve shirts, thick jeans, and every protective item ever made. It was then that your parents thoroughly explained why they were being so careful. Whenever you bled, your soulmate would cry, so if you bled for two hours, your soulmate would cry for two hours. There were some cases where the rules changed a bit, but for the most part, if you hurt yourself and bled, your soulmate would cry. You remembered the time you accidentally ran into your friend at school and made her cry, and from then on, you swore not to make anyone cry ever again.

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In the Back of the Alley [Chanyeol Vampire!AU: Pt.3/3]

Originally posted by sefuns

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“Sheer willpower? Possessiveness?” Chanyeol offered in a tone that you knew meant he was smirking cockily, shifting into a fighting pose to back up his statement. “Take your pick. Either way, you’re not getting near her.” 

It was clear from his body language that he meant it, a fact that allowed a prick of emotion to touch your heart as you lay there, trying to maintain consciousness and clutching your neck feebly to staunch the blood flow.

And then the others launched at him. One of the intruders was focusing on the attack, snarling and tearing, crimson eyes ablaze and fangs out, while the other was prowling, watching the brawl, and waiting for a gap in Chanyeol’s defense. You let out a shocked, ragged gasp, punctured by a grimace of pain and a wave of dizziness. The vampire watching you gave a taunting grin, letting his eyes flick to the two other fighters, who were moving farther away from you, and slid his feet forward, closing in on your position against the wall. You made a sudden jolt in alarm, in which a small rectangle slid out of your jacket pocket, clattering on the cracked cement beneath you.

Your phone.

In a moment of panic, your eyes flew up to the supernatural scene unfurling before you. To her eyes, it looked like Chanyeol was subduing his attacker, forcing the bystander to shift his focus, angling himself more towards his weakening companion and slanting his body into a defensive posture in preparation for making an offensive move. Taking advantage of your opportunity, you peeled your bloody hand from your still profusely bleeding neck, releasing a strong scent of iron,  and shakily clutched your phone. Repeatedly you pressed the emergency call button, your fingers slipping on your screen due to the blood coating your fingertips, not stopping until you heard the dial tone.

“Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?” a cool female tone answered on the second ring.

You let out a gasp, nearly dropping your phone in your haste to put it to your ear. “H-hello! Yes, yes, I, um, I need help…I’m in a-an alley and I-I’ve been attacked and th-there are men fighting, p-please send help,” you choked out urgently into the phone, keeping a careful watch on the scene in front of you. The one who had started watching Chanyeol had now joined the fray, whilst the other attacker who had begun the assault was laying on the ground beside them, unconscious.

“Can you give me an address?” the operator asked calmly. It was almost aggravating, how easily she was responding while you were laying on concrete in the back of an alley, bleeding to death, while vampires were fighting over you.

“Y-yes, it’s off-off of, um, Rosewood A-avenue,” you hiccuped, feeling the black spots crop up in your vision again. “In the back of the alley.” You clapped a hand to your neck again, letting the tears fall freely now, even shaking with the force of your cries, as it looked like Chanyeol was losing his fight, and quickly. And if you had to had to be a vampire’s snack, you’d really prefer it be your boyfriend.

“The police and ambulance are on their way and will be there shortly. Stay where you are,” she instructed coolly, before hanging up.

Your phone slid from your ear, where it clattered on the street. Don’t cry, don’t cry, this is going to make you pass out faster, just relax. But you were almost past the point of no return, evidenced by the tingling that spread through your body from the crown of your head and the feeling that the feral sounds of the fight in front of you were coming from a tunnel that was far, far away. Despite your fading sense, you dragged your attention to the blurry figures in front of you, looking like dancing shadows if not for the snarls and growls erupting from them.

A wave of liquid night slid over your eyes briefly, and in the darkness, you heard what seemed to be flesh tearing coupled with a scream of agony, and you fought against the blackness to see who the cry came from. Not him, please not him…

Vision flooded back in crystalline detail, just in time for you to see Chanyeol tear his hand out of the chest of his attacker, clutching a still beating and pulsing heart. He smirked down at it with a look of satisfaction, while the owner of the muscle dropped to his knees before falling face first onto the concrete of the alley at the feet of Chanyeol. Still smiling manically while clutching the heart, he met your eyes, just as they rolled back into your head and you fell into dreams of gods and monsters.

You woke up not to the sounds of a supernatural fight, but to a constant beeping. The annoyance and confusion brought on by the chirping forced your eyes to open, revealing the sterile brightness of a hospital room. 

There was an IV pumping blood into the crook of your left elbow, and a thick pad of gauze was taped to the side of your neck, bringing back your last memories. 

You shot up in alarm, the beeping of the heart monitor increasing, as you looed around instinctively, only for a cool hand to press into your shoulder from the right, shifting your attention sharply. Chanyeol was hovering over you, a look of concern plastered across his elfish features. 

“I know you’re scared, but you need to relax,” he instructed, letting a smile flash as you heeded his words. His smile vanished just as fast as it appeared, the rest of him sinking into a chair at your side. “I am so, so, so unbelievably sorry, Y/N. It’s my fault you’re in here, it’s my fault you’re hurt…” Chanyeol’s head fell into his hands, making your heart twinge with a flood of emotions, ranging from anger, to gratitude, to fear.

“You’re right,” you noted quietly, watching his every movement. He looked up sadly at your words.

“Do you want me to leave? I completely understand if you never want to see me again.”

You deliberated for a moment, the last two years of your relationship flashing in your mind. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a vampire? I was thinking that you were cheating on me for the last month, with the way you were acting.”

He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up. “I was terrified. I didn’t understand what was happening with me, and the last thing I wanted was to end up-” He motioned to the hospital room you were residing in. “Here.” 

You remained silent, waiting for more of an explanation. “I was doing so good with controlling my thirst when around you, making sure to feed before I saw you, but the more I smelled your scent, the more I wasn’t able to control my thirst. I needed your blood, and that’s when everything fell apart last night.” Chanyeol sighed, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms. “I tried to talk to the vampire who turned me, Suho, and he said it’s because you’re my mate. That’s why it’s harder for me to control my thirst.”

Swallowing, you let out a shaky sigh, trying to absorb all of what he told you. “I guess it’s a good thing I’ve got a weakness for vampires taking on two at once for me, if you’re my mate and all,” you mumbled wryly. A giant grin spread across his features, bringing back the look you loved so much, making your lips curve up to mirror his actions. Chanyeol rose, leaning over you and kissing your forehead sweetly. “It most definitely doesn’t make up for attacking me entirely, but you’re on the right path.”

That was way longer than I intended. So concludes this mess! Now onto bigger and better AUs.

-Admin A

Haikyuu!! cheap volleyball knee and elbow pads tutorial *updated*

So after finding out how expensive it is to buy the knee pads that looks like the ones in the anime I decided to try & make my own. These 3 pads costed me around AUD $5.


  • Stretchy fabric - I used a scuba knit fabric from Spotlight
  • Foam - I had leftover 5mm craft foam lying around; I think EVA foam would be appropriate also
  • Sewing machine, thread, other sewing materials depending on what you have & what you’re comfortable with
  • Your arms & legs

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fiftyshadesofthegreylady  asked:

Wolfstar headcanons (like the ones you did you jily). (I loved those btw).

Okay, let’s do this.

  • So first there’s Remus Lupin. Remus Lupin who wears extraordinarily large sweaters, so large that the elbow patches are closer to his wrists than his actual elbows (”no, I do not want you to shrink them Sirius. They’re comfortable.”)
  • Remus Lupin who wants to make sure all of his friends are happy and okay when all his friends want to do is make sure he’s happy and okay.
  • Remus Lupin who can come up with a sarcastic remark to bite back at any joke or comment thrown his way. Except to Sirius. When Sirius is around he gets flustered and tongue tied because all that seems to want to come out of his mouth when talking to Sirius is “I love you” and no no, he cannot possibly just blurt that out.
  • And now we have Sirius Black, a classic case of a tortured soul desperately trying to be covered up by loud jokes, obnoxious behavior, and rash decisions.
  • Sirius Black in his leather jacket (Yes Moony, I know it’s spring time but this is considered cool with the Muggles.)
  • Sirius who will, while studying in the library, yawn loudly and slowly inch his Potions essay closer and closer to Remus’ scribbling quill until “Okay! Fine, Pads, I’ll write your bloody essay just move your elbow.”
  • Sirius who picks out all of the chocolate flavored Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans and scoots them over to Remus
  • Some of them might actually turn out to be not chocolate but Remus just can’t bring himself not to smile through the occasional dragon dung or dirt flavors because Sirius cares
  • Remus who does the same for Sirius with the coconut beans
  • Sirius who every time he finds Remus asleep in one of the huge chairs by the common room fire, his book open on his chest, he carefully marks his place (he absolutely does not snigger about dog-earing the page- that pun is too low - even for him) and picks him up bridal style, tucking him into bed.
  • He also absolutely does not stand there for more than a few moments desperately forcing himself to resist the temptation to lean down and kiss Remus’ forehead or crawl right in next to him.
  • Sirius who sits closer to the shack than the others, waiting nervously for Moony to transform and wanting nothing more than to hold him tightly all through it
  • Sirius who doesn’t realize how tightly he’s gripping the grass while listening to Remus’ yells until the next morning when he notices his black nails at breakfast
  • Remus who doesn’t let his friends in for the first part of his transformation - he doesn’t want them to see how easy it is for his demons to take over
  • Sirius who wants to scream that they all have demons and he wants desperately to scare Remus’ away for him
  • Sirius who sits up all night with Remus in the hospital wing after the full moon. Even when he doses off on accident he awakes with a jolt and frantically leans in to make sure Remus is still breathing
  • Remus, who awakens at one of these moments, to Sirius’ ear pressed to his heart, is in a still very sleepy state and does not think twice about running his hand through Sirius’ dark hair
  • Sirius who gives a start, flushes, and starts trying to come up with excuses (”I was just- I dropped my… um, I had to lean over…”)
  • Remus who doesn’t let Sirius finish that sentence because he just can’t hold it back anymore and presses his lips firmly to Sirius’ (”Shut up, Pads…”)

Well that might have gotten a bit carried away… OOPS. I hope you liked it! (Great Blog btw)

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Drabble-18 & 23

( @fulchthemulch asked if I could do 18 & 23 with either Sam or Dean teaching their sister to ride a bike??)

Your 5 year old self stared at the two wheeled bike in front of you. You and Dean were staying at Bobby’s house while your dad and Sam went camping. You wanted to go with them but your father refused. You were sad to be left out but Dean promised you guys would ride bikes to the gas station for some ice cream. Only there was one problem,

“You never taught me how to ride a bike!” You shouted at Dean.

“What? Yes I did! It was uh…umm…damn, when did I teach you?” He asked.

“You said a bad word!” Was your response.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, so…Wanna learn to ride a bike?”

You looked up at Dean with wide eyes. He had strapped on a helmet to your head, put knee and elbow pads on you, and had you sitting on the bike. He was holding the bike upright, you had one hand on the handlebar and the other had a death grip on Dean’s shirt. Dean looked down at you and saw the fear in your eye.

“Would I ever let anything happen to you?” Dean asked you. You shook your had ‘no’, “Alright, so trust me, everything is gonna be alright.” He gave you his bright, 16 year old Dean smile which instantly calmed your nerves.

“Ok De,” You said, taking a deep breath, “Let’s go!”

The Twist

Requested by mojlc2
Written at spnfanficskatoli

Author: Assbutt

Character: Charlie Bradbury

Reader gender: female

Warnings: smut, fluff, cussing

Alright. It’s finally Renaissance day. You’ve been waiting for this fair for 8 months, working on your sweet costume, making sure everything was perfect. You took a cab to the place (what? There weren’t anymore dragons for rental). When you stepped out you were overwhelmed by the smell of nerd, but not body odor nerd, awesome nerd. When you went and checked in, they asked if you wanted to be registered for Medieval speed dating. And hey, you were single so why the hell not? The twist? You wore a chastity belt and they gave you a number and key that matched someone else’s. Alright, well that’s new. So you continued your day, but now the LARPing was about to start. That’s right wenches, Live Action Role Play. But just as you were about to sign up, there you stood, looking at the person with the same number that you had. She was beautiful. She had long red hair and fair skin. Her smile could power all of New York City. She was yours and you were hers. You stood up a little straighter and walked towards her, a new confidence in your step.

“Hey, um I think they matched us.” You had butterflies in your stomach.

“I think they did.” She looked up from her piece of paper that had the same number as yours.

“I’m (y/n). Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Charlie. Likewise.”

“Hello Charlie. So do you have my key?” You pointed to the lock on the damn chastity belt you had been wearing all day.

“Oh, yeah I do. You probably just want me to give it to you and get this over with. That’s cool. You don’t swing that way. Here.” She handed you the key harshly and kept her hand out for hers.

“Oh! No it’s not like that. I would totally-” you cleared your throat. “I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, would you-”

“Hell yeah.” She smiled.

“Well then let’s get back to my place and get these damn things off.” You smirked, never having felt so alive, and it was amazing. You grabbed Charlie’s hand and ran (as fast as you could with chastity belts on) towards the exit of the fair when you felt a dead weight stop you. You turned towards Charlie with a confused look and she just stood there for a moment watching you.

“X-Men or Avengers?” She asked.

“Avengers.” You responded without a beat.

“That’s right, bitches. Yep I can do this. Let’s go.” She smiled and kept following you out to the street.

You whistled for a cab and hopped in quickly with Charlie. You held hands the whole way there and you were way too excited to not let it show on the outside, smiling like a complete dork the whole way there.

You walked up to your door and rattled your keys, hoping you didn’t leave a plate lying around or accidentally leave a tipped over basket of laundry when you were leaving earlier. You wanted everything to be perfect. When you stepped in, Charlie inhaled sharply as she saw all of your geek memorabilia.

“Star Wars, Star Trek, DC, Marvel… I’ve got it all.” You bragged.

“Holy shit. You totally do.” She walked farther into the living room, eyeing your mantle with the little figures along the edge of it.

“Interested in seeing the bedroom?” You rattled the little lock and chain on your chastity belt.

“I would.” She perked up and you both pulled out your keys. You went over to her and pressed a small kiss on her cheek. She unlocked your belt first. “Thank you, Charlie.” You whispered.

“Mmhm.” She sighed. You undid her belt and you both took them off, letting the heavy things fall to the ground. You took hold of her hand and led her to your room, closing the door behind you.

“Damn, you are one sweet chick.” She laughed.

“Thanks. Same to you.” You kissed her cheek again. She turned your head carefully so that your eyes met before she laid a kiss against your lips. When you kissed it felt like fire and ice and everything in between. It was wonderful. You felt her hands fooling with the laces on the back of your dress. You shook your head and backed away a few inches, lifting your arm to reveal a zipper.

“Cheater.” She laughed.

“Smart cheater.” You retorted and she nodded. You unzipped the dress and she helped you pull it off. It ended up laying over your desk chair and you removed her shoulder pads, elbow pads, knee pads, vest and everything else until you were both down to nothing. You both stood looking at each other’s bodies for a moment until Charlie tackled you onto the bed.

“You’re awesome.” She smiled against your neck between kisses.

“You too, Charlie.” You kissed and nipped at her ear.

She moved her legs to straddle your hips and began rolling against you. She moaned and it made your pupils blow up in lust. You pulled her down to kiss her again and you tangled her hair in your fingers. She rutted her hips harder and harder until she was gripping the bed sheets next to your head with one hand and holding your arm in the other.

“Shit. Sorry I’m being selfish.” She smirked. And crawled backwards.

Her hands took hold of your knees, spreading them. She lowered her face down in between your thighs until you felt her breath against you. Her sweet, wonderful, hot breath. She licked a stripe up your core and sucked on your swollen bud.

“Charlie!” You shrieked, hands now twisting the sheets.

She pushed two fingers into you while her mouth stayed where it was.

“Please!- Nngh, Charlie! I’m gonna-”


With a wild look in your eyes, and one more swipe of her tongue you were gone. Your vision went blurry and your mind went blank, thinking of only her. Your screams ceased and became heavy breaths. She came back up and flipped you over, kissing you hard. You massaged one of her breasts while your mouth came down to her other nipple.

“Yes!” She groaned.

Your other hand slither down to her heat and rubbed her clit madly.


You complied and her jaw slacked as she came hard. She rolled her head back into the pillows. You smiled against her chest and removed your fingers from her, licking them clean. You moved yourself up and pulled the blanket with you, putting it over your bodies. You swung one leg and one arm over her and nuzzled your face into her neck.

“Medieval speed dating is awesome.” She breathed.

“Damn straight. Charlie, I know we just met today… But I think… I love you.”

“I know.”

08. Shiver

Member: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: I have the worst case of astraphobia and I’m freaking out in your bedroom in the dead of night and I know we’re roommates that haven’t interacted much but please, I don’t know what else to do

Astraphobia  [as-truh-foh-bee-uh]   noun, Psychiatry.

an abnormal fear of thunder and lightning.

Flashes of light pulled at you with rough fingers, iron grip like ice. You were ripped from your dream where your only sense of stability lied. Streaks of whiteness imprinted behind your closed lids, a silent presence that lingered even as you opened your eyes. The scent of rain was here. A smell of darkness and the calm that you adored, but also dreaded as it neared.

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anonymous asked:

Hello new blog person~ It's nice to see a new blog. There can never be enough Haikyuu blogs~ May I make a request? Karasuno + Oikawa and Kuroo patching up their s/o after she got hurt? Maybe she tripped down the stairs or something. Thank you, and best wishes on your blog~

//Thank you so much for the request! It’s super cute!!! Sorry if the pov changes weirdly i’m still figuring out how to do this haha. -Mod Bird//

Yachi Hitoka:  After seeing (s/o) stand up too quickly and hit her head, Hitoka would be extremely worried. She’d get up and hurry to get some ice for their cute gf. Coming back with an ice pack, she’d gently hold it to their head and hurriedly ask if it was too cold as her s/o winced.

Michimiya Yui: Forgetting to wear your elbow pads was probably the worst decision you’ve made during a practice. Your regret was extremely clear as your left elbow slid on the hard wood floor and the burn set in. A time out was called and you looked up to find Yui crouching down beside you with a worried expression on her face. “(y/n)! Are you alright?” She asked while brushing your hair out of your face. “Come with me, we need to fix you up dear.”

Shimizu Kiyoko: A massive bruise formed on s/o’s hip as she sat on the couch of her girlfriend’s apartment. Remembering vividly the cold ice that she’d fell on made her shiver as Kiyoko came down the stairs with blankets and some hot cocoa for you. After gently setting the cocoa down on the coffee table, she wrapped the blankets around her gf and kissed her on the forehead. Handing her the cocoa, Kiyoko sat down on the couch next to her gf and softly put her arm around (s/o name) to comfort her.

Sawamura Daichi: After tripping on the stairs and smacking her palm on the sharp edge of the banister rail, Daichi’s s/o sat on the last step while he disinfected and wrapped her hand. As soon as he was finished he wrapped her in a massive hug. “Sorry I’m such a klutz…,” (s/o) whispered. “Don’t worry about it, (s/o), Its alright.” He spoke softly into her hair, breathing deeply. He was extremely relieved she was alright.

Sugawara Koshi: You had been watching a Karasuno practice match when it hit you. The item in question had been a volleyball and it had hurt big time. Your face wasn’t feeling to nice as Suga came over to you and decided that his gf needed a bit of help. Seeing your bloodied nose got him really worried as he went to retrieve some tissues and some pain medication. Coming back to you, he let you shove some tissue up your nose as he handed you a pill and dabbed at the blood already on your face to remove it

Azumane Asahi: This gentle giant with an even more gentle heart would freak out a little bit. You’d hit your hand on your bike tire while going downhill and it had resulted in a sprained pinkie finger. When you showed up at his house unsure of what to do he hurried to look up what to do and got some ice and some injury tape to buddy tape your fingers together so you could heal.

Nishinoya Yu: this tuesday night wasn’t any different from others except that when you were laying down on the couch with your head on your boyfriend’s lap, your phone slipped and crashed down onto your face. You were stunned for a second and Noya quickly asked, “Oh no! Are you okay (s/o)?” Rubbing your own face where the phone had hit you nodded and replied, “Yeah… Just a little shocked and feeling the ouch set in…” Your boyfriend gasped as he leaned a little forward to see the point of impact. “Sheesh…. Do I need to kiss it better?,” He laughed. You nodded and he leaned over more to gently kiss where your cell had hit.

Tanaka Ryunosuke: Skateboarding wasn’t quite your thing, seeing as you always fell off the board. This time your bf was trying to help you improve but you fell and scraped your knee on the sidewalk. Making you sit on the grass, he went inside to get some antiseptic and a bandage. The entire time he ran and when he got back he accidentally spilled some antiseptic on himself.

Kageyama Tobio: You and some friends had been moving chairs for an event when one of them had accidentally hit you in the side with their chair. Luckily, your boyfriend Tobio had been there and sat there with you while you iced your wound and complained. He listened to every word you had to say as the sunset settled around you.

Hinata Shoyo: Falling off your front porch isn’t what you imagined ending your day together with Hinata. Both of you falling after a hug ended in both of you sore and your foot hurting because he accidentally landed on it. After giving you some pain medication and asking his mom what to do he offered to take you home and supported half of your weight as you went.

Tsukishima Kei: Falling off of your bike would have been a lot worse if it hadn’t been right as you were leaving tsukki’s house. Seeing you crash down he brought you inside again and had you sit down in a chair in the kitchen. Grabbing some band-aids he set to work on patching you up. “Please… Be more careful (s/o)” He whispered when he took you home later.

Yamaguchi Tadashi: Usually you were pretty good with chopping vegetables but today somehow you’d managed to nick yourself with the knife. Your bf was pretty worried and hurried over to you and got you to rinse your hand off while he got you a bandaid. Luckily it wasn’t a deep cut, and you two were able to keep going on with the dinner jobs you’d both been assigned by your own mother without any trouble.

Oikawa Toru: You had run too much and stretched too little, your boyfriend decided as your shin splints caused your legs pain. Toru had also decided that this was an excellent opportunity to carry you princess style the entire way back to his place. No stranger to injuries himself, he knew exactly what to do. He put you down on the couch and got you an icepack. Coming back he sat down beside you and lifted your legs up onto his lap. Alternating legs, he would massage one leg while you iced the other for a reasonable amount of time.

Kuroo Tetsuro: You were holding your pet cat when your boyfriend burst in through the door with a loud hello, scaring the poor creature and earning you a big scratch on your right bicep. With many heartfelt exclaimations of sorry he got something to wipe off your arm with and to slow the bleeding. Grinning at you he’d then say some joke about how he though he was the only cat in your life.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could u write a scenario w/ Mark? You are bf's with him, while friendship between u 2, he start loving u. 1 day he wanted to teach u skate boarding & he fell on top of u. U 2 where spending the whole day at the skateboard park (i dunno how it's called) he walked u home cuz it was really dark and he wanted somemore time with u. At the end of the day he confessed.(fluffy at the end&the girl is some years younger) sorry 4 bad english & so many details.. btw. i love ur writings *tumbs up*

~lool its okay if you add details! enjoy<333~ 

You walked out your front door and closed it behind you and jogged up to your best friend, Mark. He texted you half and hour ago that he wanted to teach you how to skateboard for some reason. 

 ”Hey.” he greeted with a smile. He had his skateboard on the ground with his knee pads, elbow pads, and a helmet were securely on him. 

  “Hey, so why did you want to teach me how to ride a skateboard?” you asked raising your eyebrow at him. He chuckled before looking at the ground. 

  “Why, you don’t want to learn?” he asked cheekily. You smiled. You started walking to the skate park. 

  “I never said that.” you reply. Mark follows as he slowly glides next to you. “But that was really out of the blue.” You guys finally reach the skate park where there was only two guys skating but they were a fair distance away. 

  “Okay, y/n.” Mark starts capturing your attention. “The key is to have balance. You got balance?” You hesitantly nod as your eyes wander around. “No, you have to be sure! If your nervous while skateboard and don’t know which way to turn, you’ll end up with a bloody knee.” 

  “What about the knee pads?” you ask. He huffs. 

  “Then a bloody elbow.” he changes. You maintain your giggles. “What?” 

  “What about the elbow pads?” you ask again. He sighs. 

  “Either way, you’ll end up with something bloody. Okay so stand on the board.” Mark says as he puts his hands on his waist. You look at the thin wood with 4 wheels. 

  “Mark, I don’t think this is a good idea.” you say uneasy. Honestly, you knew you were going to fall on your face. Skateboarding just was not your thing. 

  “Come on, y/n! I got you.” he says as he offers his hand. You take his hand and step onto the board. You have both feet on the board now. “Great!” He takes both of your hands and slowly starts pulling you so it moves. Your eyes were glued shut as you felt the movement making you breathe faster. You open one eye and then both eyes as a smile spreads across your face. 

  “Wow! I’m not dying.” you cheer. Mark chuckles as he looks at you. You grin at him. All of the sudden, you felt a bump under the wheels and you feel. On top of Mark. 

  “Mark! Are you okay? Did I break you?” you gasp. Mark laughs painfully until his eyes open and see yours. Inches away from his plump pink lips, you clear your throat awkwardly before getting off of him. Lending him your hand, he takes it and stands up. “Alright, this is hopeless, lets just go to my house and watch a movie.”

  “Nu-uh!” Mark says grabbing your hand. “Come on, don’t be a quitter!” 

  “I’m not.” you mumble as Mark drags you along. For the rest of the day, you guys spent your time at the park. Oddly, Mark was being a little touchy and more protective and caring. For instance, a soccer ball rolled over to where you two were and this fairly attractive boy came to retrieve it. He started hitting on you which made Mark ball his fists until he told the guy both of you were busy and that he should leave. You gave him a confused look after the soccer player left. 

  “Mark! He was actually interested in me. Nobody is interested in me and you just scared him off!” you whine as he pulled your hand away from the guys. He sighed. 

  “How do you know that?” he says. You roll your eyes. 

  “I just do.” 

  “Well maybe someone always scares them off before they ask you out.” he says looking at the dark sky. You process the words that he just said. A goofy smile spreads across your face as you jump in front of Mark who gets surprised. 

  “Mr.Tuan, is that someone you?” you ask with a smile. He chuckles and shakes his head as you narrow your eyes at him. 

  “Come on, I’ll walk you home. It’s late. You shouldn’t walk home alone.” he says as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you close to his chest. You couldn’t help but inhale his scent. Didn’t smell like anything- or maybe because you spend so much time with him, his scent was edged into your brain, into your senses. Finally seeing your block, you began walking down it when Mark pulled you back into his chest. 

  “Um, Mark. My house is over there.” you say. He chuckles. 

  “Can we…take the long way to your house?” he asks. Stalling, is he?

  “No-Mark come on, I’m tired.” you sigh. He playfully rolls his eyes. 

  “Okay, okay fine.” he replies. You smile as you tug on his arm as you jog back to your house. You gave him a hug before walking up to the front door. 

  “Y/n!” Mark calls after you. You turn around. 

  “What?” you ask. You noticed that he was sort of nervous. He looked at the ground for a few moments before speaking. 

  “I-I just wanted to tell you that…” he started. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you leaned in to listen. 

  “Y/N!” you heard your family call. 

  “Wait!” you shouted back at the door. “What is it Mark?” He took a big breathe and then let it out as he shut his eyes. 

  “Y/n, we started becoming friends 2 years ago. You are honestly one of the best friends I’ve ever had. But lately I’ve been feeling something I never felt before towards you. I thought I had a little crush on you but no. All those sleepless nights were because of you. You were on my mind every night and I didn’t want to tell you because it would risk our friendship but honestly, I had to get it out.Everything that you do, everything that you say makes me weak. I…love you.“ he said as he slowly opened his eyes. 

  Taken aback, you didn’t know what to do. As soon he confessed, at the pit of your stomach, you started to feel funny. Started to feel…feelings for him too. 

  “Y/n, please don’t leave me hanging.” he says stepping closer as he looked down at you. 

  “Our age-” you began to say. You were only a couple years younger then him but still. It didn’t matter to you but you just said that since you had nothing else to say. 

  “Your only a few years younger. That dose not bother me, does it bother you?” he asked, brushing a piece of your hair away from your face. You shake your head. He chuckles. Since you couldn’t say anything you decided to let him know how you felt. By your action. Leaning in, you slowly kissed his lips as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer. Both of your hands went to the side of his face as he pressed his body against yours. 

  “Y/N!” Your family called again making you two shoot apart. You blushed rapidly as you made eye contact with Mark as he smirked at you. You started walking back to your door as you heard Mark call out again. 

  “Besides, it’s good that you’re younger. Makes me your Oppa.”


You left the jacket with the elbow pads here.

                     I kiss the sleeves of your jacket

and forget the way your shoulder felt

against my mouth.

You are not here

and I remember that most when

        my thumbs are slipping through

         the holes in these sleeves.

I have not been warm since you forgot 

                   your coat with the elbow pads in my back seat at the airport.

           There are still wildflowers in the pockets.