be warned this is super basic


Summary: Everything about Bucky Barnes drives you wild…that’s basically the plot…

Warnings: smut, sexual tension

A/N: I spent today writing my own mini thesaurus, by hand, and I came up with this idea during my breaks.

“Fuck!” Your back slammed down against the thick mat, air shoot out of your lungs.

“If you’re not paying close attention to your enemies you’re going to get yourself killed. What the hell has you so distracted?” Steve stretched a hand out, helping you up.

“N-Nothing.” You huffed, avoiding eye contact with the super soldier in front of you.

That was a lie, a big fat lie. You were completely distracted by the man across the room, the one with the glistening metal arm and the chocolate brown hair. Motherfucking Bucky Barnes. 

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Air B&E (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, unnamed Male Target, OFC Jeff. 

Summary: When a mission requires close proximity with your least favorite teammate, you try to make the best of it, but a change in plans adds new challenges and possibly a new opportunity. ( basically Bed Sharing Trope meets Enemies to Lovers Trope. Kinda.  :D )

Warnings: sexual situations? pretty vague.  

Word Count: 2.8k

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A/N: Hey, ya’ll !! I’m back from vacation and the idea for this fic was sparked by my sleeping accommodations. heh. I kinda fell in love with it and even made time to write in the evenings after being super tired from traveling. I hope you enjoy this and any feedback is appreciated! Love you guys!! :)



Originally posted by bovaria

“Alright! So here are the keys, the WiFi password is posted on the fridge and let me know if there’s anything you need, anything at all. Okay?” said the overly enthusiastic young man before you.

You accepted the keys with a smile, “Absolutely! Thank you so much, Jeff. It’s even better than the pictures.”  

“I’m so glad,” he grinned. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. It was so nice to meet you both.”

Your eyes flickered to the man beside you, tight smile upon his face. “You, too, man,” he coolly responded.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you clasped the hand of the heavy left arm draped over your shoulders. Technology allowed the metal plates to be shielded with a holographic flesh arm, but it still weighed a ton.

“Bye, Jeff.”

He nodded before stepping out into the hall. The moment the front door lock engaged, you shoved the arm off and put as much space between you two as possible.

“This plan is stupid,” Bucky said with contempt as he collapsed heavily onto the couch.

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“Kiss Me” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,293

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be 

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.

“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.

You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.

“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.

“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.

“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.

“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”

“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”

You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.

“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.

“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”

“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”

“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.

“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”


“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.


A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.

“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.

“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”

Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.

“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.

You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?

You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.

You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.

The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.

You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“

You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.

“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.

“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.

The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.

Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.

When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.

“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.

“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.

“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.

“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.

“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.

“Why, thank you!” He smiles.

“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.

“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.

“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.

He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.

You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.

“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.

“I’ll go.”

“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.

“I will.”

You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.

“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.

“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.

“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”

Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.

He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.

“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.

“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.

“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.

“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.

You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.

“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.

“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.

You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’

“Dean, kiss me.” You say.

“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.

“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.

“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.

“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.

“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.

“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.

“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.

“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.

“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.

The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.

The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.

“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.

“Look, it was just purely for business-“

“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You nodded, unable to form any words.

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.

“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.

It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.

Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.

“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.

“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.

You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.

“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.

“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.

“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.

“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.

“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.

“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.

“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.

“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.

“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”


- has as many kids as he does pets
- just kidding there’s more pets than small humans

- two kids have really weird names and the others have really cute names
- their momma gave them normal middle names as a backup plan

- he dresses all his kids in flannels and jeans and Converse
- so if you ever see an army of mini Sodapops, you’ll know why

- he tried to feed his daughter baby food but ended up eating three jars
- he was like “look it’s yummy!” and ate a spoonful but actually liked it
- so he ate three jars of strawberry banana while his baby girl had to eat peas

- so many cuddles
- he always holding his kids

- piggy back rides!
- even when his kids are too big
- “there’s no such thing as ‘too big’”

- if you think he can’t hit all of his kids on his lap at once, you’re right
- but that isn’t stopping him

- Soda is basically his dad 2.0

- he works super hard to provide for his kids
- and when he comes home from the auto body shop, his kids tackle him with hugs

- he has a son who looks 100% like him
- he couldn’t be happier
- the son goes by “Minipop” and nothing else
- what even is his real name? Soda doesn’t know

- he teaches his sons how to fix up cars
- his oldest son gets better than him and soon Steve has to teach him
- Steve finds it the funniest thing

- Soda warns his kids about the real world
- “you wanna be like Uncle Ponyboy, not like Uncle Dallas”
- and his oldest daughter chimes in with something like, “yeah. Dallas is an ass.”
- and Soda is so shocked like, “where did you learn to speak like that?”
- “Dallas.”

- okay but the gang and their kids playing big games of football and baseball? yes please
- think of all the picnics!
- so much food and games and laughs and just a good time

The Talk - Bruce Wayne x Reader

So I know I said I was away at some of my friends’ place, but everyone went to bed early because we’re suppose to wake up super early in the morning to go and visit Brussels and I have no self-control (or common sense apparently) so I’m on the internet while everyone sleep and..yeah basically I have time to write a fic, it’s silly and not great, wrote it in litteraly twenty minutes, but here we go, hope you’ll like it : 


(My masterlist blog here :


When J’onn J’onzz, aka Martian Manhunter, asked where the Batman was, he wasn’t expecting to blush for the first time in his life. 

So that’s how it felt to be so embarassed that your face changed color…it wasn’t pleasant. It was a very human emotion. 


He came in the common room of the Watchtower looking for the bat because he had infos for him, infos he asked and said were highly important for one of his current case back in Gotham City.

J’onn scanned the room quickly. 

Aquaman was conversing with Green Arrow and Black Canary. Wonder Woman was arm wrestling Hawkgirl, AND Zatanna AND Green Lantern (not allowed to use his ring of course), and the amazon was clearly having a blast “fighting” them, not even a drop of sweat on her face. Flash was playing ping-pong against himself, under the gaze of Shazam who was trying to keep up

Superman was sitting on one of the couches, on his own, away from everyone (which was unusual), visibly grumpy.

…A lot of J’onn’s colleagues where there, the World being rather calm, but no trace of Batman, or his wife, or even his children. Mm.

Well, the next best thing to locate the bat,a after you and his kids, was to ask his best friend, Clark. 

J’onn went to him and sat down in front of him. 

-Hello Clark. 

Still frowning, and clearly not happy, Superman turned to give a sideway look at his fellow alien friend and said, a bit coldly : 


There was a short and awkward silence, and Clark was definitely avoiding J’onn’s eyes, which made the martian question : 

-Have I done anything to offend you ?

Surprised, Superman finally turns his head fully toward his friend and, after a moment of confusion says : 

-What ? No. No no you’re fine, it’s not you the problem don’t worry. Sorry…

-You seem on edge, are you alright ?

-Yes, I’m okay. 

-I’m here to talk if you want to, and…

-I’m fine J’onn ! Just a bit…distracted and annoyed, that’s all.

-Why ?

-It’s none of your goddamn business. It’s annoying and there’s nothing you can do about it !

-It’s not like you to be so…harsh. You know you can tell me Clark. What is distracting you like so ?

Clark pouts and crosses his arms, burrying himself deeper in the couch, and doesn’t seem to want to talk further, but after a moment finally says :

-It’s because of Bruce and (Y/N).

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My Top Anime Recommendations

1. Haikyuu!! This is about volleyball. One of my first anime obsessions. It has so much comedy tho, and a lot of salty ass bitches and APPRECIATION FOR SHORT PEOPLE. I really recommend if ur new to anime. So far, I’m pretty sure it’s over but season 4 might be coming in 2017. It’s a sports anime about volley, as I mentioned and any mention of volleyball will trigger characters. 

 2. Yuri!!! On Ice A very gay ice skating show. Most of you have probably already watched it. It makes me cry way too much. And there’s a lot of kids you might want to adopt. Basically, if you ever wanted anything from your otp, watch this show and you’ll get double of that. Disadvantage is that it raises expectations for all animes smh.

 3. Tokyo Ghoul THIS IS THE SADDEST AND MOST BAD ASS ANIME EVER. Honestly, it made me so so so so upset. I cried a lot. But it’s like super cool. It has gruesome parts and a lot of things that might trigger suicidal people, those who hurt themselves or those who’ve been abused. If blood makes you uncomfortable, don’t watch. Other than that, it’s actually got a great plot and story and characters are amazingly developed. There’s a guy who’s slightly deranged tho, and a drag queen but those details can be skipped over. 

 4. Charlotte The reason I like this is because there’s a badass girl in this like what the fUck. They have supernatural powers and it’s cool BC the main character actually misused them like all the time it’s hilarious but later on he becomes so amazing and he’s so ffing domeSTIC AND CUTE. Also he’s very salty  AND OMG TE FINALE WAS AMAZING LIKE THE GUY, HE IS SO FUCKING COOL IT HAD ME CRYING SO HARD DEFFO ONE OF THE BESTEST ANIME

5. Bungou Stray Dogs Literally you will fall in love with the main character so fast lmao. Suicide mentions like, constantly. At first, it’s supposed to be humor but in the second season; the arc of one of the characters is so good and will explain why he mentions suicide so much. AGAIN WITH THE HUMOR. And unlike other supernatural animes I’ve watched, this one doesn’t make people with powers the bad guys. They’re very appreciated. 

6. Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi / Escape The plot is amazing. Made me cry a lot. The characters are great. Basically, it’s about how this guy goes back in time to prevent things from happening and oh mY GOSH ITS GREAT. 

7. Ajin 

Another super cool supernatural one. definitely worth it. Graphics are great and so are the characters. Its ongoing and the second season is about to end. you’ll seriously feel love/hate

 8. Free! Any mention of water will make main character strip. Quite gay. I haven’t watched all of it but I’m about to finish it in a few episodes. Again, this is good for anime beginners. Also, trigger warning for those who’re afraid of drowning.

9. K. That’s literally what it’s called. I think it stands for Kings but yeah. It’s also really good and it’s about head clans that are looking for a colorless king who can transfer into different people ad make them do awful things so they get targeted by the different clans (blue, red, etc)

10. Mob Psycho 100 ~ THIS IS A MUST WATCH. I keep adding new animes I know but this is important. It’s humor is on point, unexpected twists are everywhere. The characters are lovable and it’s really good for beginner supernatural anime. It’ll make you cry and laugh.

BONUS : DEATH NOTE. Okay, the plot is incredible. Things that you won’t be able to think of and they’ll leave you mind blown. Characters are human af like it’s supernatural but everything is so natural, like the nature of people. Warning: like, everyone dies. Don’t get too attached to characters. But yeah, it’s an old anime and has 37 episodes in total I think, but it’s super good!!

That’s about my top 10 (plus one bonus)

Jealous // Cole Sprouse

Hiii :) I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but if you are, please could you write something super fluffy where you’re best friends with Dylan and Cole’s your boyfriend and he gets jealous of all the time you spend with dylan or something? I don’t know, basically just something really cute with both my boys :) xx

Warnings: Angst, Arguing

Word Count: 1,367

Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse

A/N: I merged this in with the song ‘Woman’ by Harry Styles because I thought it fit well. I’m not sure, but yeah. There will be a part 2 x

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“Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?” You spoke, walking into the living room of your and Cole’s shared apartment, looking at the blonde who was sitting on the couch. You handed the bowl of popcorn to Dylan, sitting down next to him and looking at your phone to see if Cole had messaged you.

“When does Cole get back?” Dylan asked, already looking on the ‘Romantic Comedies’ sub-genre on Netflix, scrolling through the movies. You looked at your phone, seeing the time he had texted you. “He get backs after midnight, so yeah.” You grabbed a few pieces of popcorn, popping them in your mouth and waiting for Dylan to pick a movie.

Since Cole had gone somewhere close by with the cast for an interview of some sort, you had stayed behind, since he would only be gone for a day. You had invited his brother over, since you were quite bored and you needed someone to watch a movie with. You and Dylan had quite a close relationship, since he was one of your best friends, and had introduced you to Cole.


“Okay, okay!” You laughed, handing Dylan the controller, letting him pick the movie again. You had just finished watching the second movie (you had picked both of them) and Dylan wanted to pick the next one. “What is the time?” You asked, grabbing his wrist to look at the watch. It was only 10:25 at night. You took a deep breath, standing up and stretching your arms above your head, feeling the bones pop in your back.

Dylan was sat on the couch, going through the movies on Netflix once again as you walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge. “Do you want a drink, Dyl?!” You called out, pulling the jug of orange juice from the fridge, placing it on the counter. “Yeah, sure!” He called out. You poured the juice into two cups, about to grab them when you heard your phone ring. “Can you answer that?” You asked, putting the jug back in the fridge. Hearing Dylan on your phone made you a bit nervous. What if it was your boss, or your doctor or your parents?

You walked into the living room, placing the cups down on the coffee table. Dylan’s arm was resting across the back of the couch, ankle resting on his knee as he spoke to the person on the other line of your phone. “Who is it?” You asked quietly, sitting on the edge of the coffee table and taking a sip from the cup.

“Cole,” Dylan spoke, a smile on his lips. “Want to talk to him?” Dylan handed the phone to you, making you smile. You held the phone to your ear, standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey there, handsome.” You grinned, leaning against the counter and hearing his voice through the speaker. “Hey there, beautiful. How are you?” He asked. You could hear the rest of the cast chatting, and you could just imagine him leaning against the window, looking at the scenery passing by and his headphones shoved in his ear, a smile on his lips as the others all teased him about him being lovey-dovey.

“I’m going good, thank you. Dylan’s just been invited over because I have nothing to do. So we’re just watching movies.” You ran your fingers through your hair, hearing the huff in his voice. “What?”

“Nothing. Just, hang tight. I’ll be home soon.” He took a deep breath, hesitating on the last three words. “I love you.”

“I love you too…”


I’m selfish, I know.

But I don’t ever want to see you with him.

I’m selfish, I know.

I told you, but I know you never listen.

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in,

While he’s touching your skin.

He’s right where I should, where I should be,

But you’re making me bleed.

Cole walked into the apartment, being as quiet as he could. It was past 1am and the car had just dropped him off. He dropped his back pack at the door, kicking off his shoes and hanging his jacket on the hooks mounted to the wall. He saw that the TV was still on, so he walked towards the lounge. Seeing the familiar head of his brother, he had hoped that you had fallen asleep on either the other end of the couch, or in your shared bedroom.

“Dylan?” He whispered, not sure if he was awake. When he got no response, he sighed, tiptoeing towards the TV. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking on the couch. Once he had seen how you and Dylan were positioned, he felt… jealous. Your head was rested on Dylan’s thigh, soft snores and parted lips. Dylan was slouched quite weirdly, making sure you were comfortable. His arm was resting on your side, but he did look like he was about to fall over.

Cole took a deep breath, gently nudging you, in hopes that you would wake up the first time. You were usually a light sleeper, which was annoying when he woke up early for meetings, but you’d end up going back to sleep after he left. “Babe?” Cole whispered, looking up at Dylan, making sure he didn’t wake up his twin.

A small sound came from your lips, your eyelids fluttering as you looked up at the blurry figure in front of you. You took a deep breath, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You were still a bit drowsy, but a lazy smile came across your lips as you saw the figure of your boyfriend kneeling in front of you. “Hey, there.” You smiled, taking his hands as he pulled you up, bringing you to your chest.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” Cole let you go, but still held your hand. “Is Dylan going to be comfortable on the couch? We can wake him up and let him sleep in the guest room,” you spoke softly, looking over your shoulder, seeing Dylan’s figure still sitting up. Cole sighed, rolling his eyes. “He’s going to be fine, (y/n). I’ll wake him up after I get you to bed.” Cole opened the bedroom door, letting you walk in first. He closed the door softly behind the both of you

“How was the interview?” You murmured, pulling your shirt off and undoing your bra. You looked through your drawers, pulling out a shirt and putting it on. You slipped your leggings off, dumping the dirty clothes in the basket and stretching your arms above your head. “It was decent. The usual. They tried to get season 2 out of us. But yeah.” Cole shrugged. He was still a little annoyed about how you had been spending time with Dylan and that you didn’t tell him. You looked at him, furrowing your eyebrows a little. “Are you okay?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t ever want to see you with Dylan. Especially not like that,” Cole blurted out, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”

“Cole… He’s my best friend…” You looked up at the brunette, biting your lip. “No. He is my brother, and I don’t want you hanging around him anymore! I know, I’m selfish. Yes, I am! You’re mine and I don’t want him stealing you away!” Cole exclaimed, making you stand up, pulling a pair of plaid pants on.

“You’re crazy!” You exclaimed, walking out of the bedroom and to the couch, seeing Dylan still asleep, but now laying down. You threw a blanket over him, grabbing your phone and turning the TV off. You huffed, seeing him following you. “You are absolutely crazy and I am sleeping in the spare bedroom until you get your marbles back!” You whisper-yelled, opening the spare room door and going to close it in his face, but he was quick and knew your movements.

“(Y/N)!” Cole groaned, standing in the doorway, but you pushed him into the hallway.

“I’ll talk to you in the morning.” You hissed, shutting the door in his face.


Jughead x Reader (twins)

Requested: -Anonymous said: Hey! I really love your writing <3 And I was wondering If I could request something? I’m kinda thinking like Jughead has a twin sister but they’re basically polar opposites like she’s part of the southside serpents because they look after her and protect her. And maybe something happens, but basically the gang end up figuring out who she is and she’s super badass and it’s angsty. I’m sorry it’s so vague hahaha.

Words: 647

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any

Originally posted by bipolar-faerie

I went back to the trailer today for the first time in a year. I heard the news from the other Serpents, that Keller had searched the trailer and arrested my dad, so I stopped by to check if Jug was okay. I climbed the trailer stairs and braced myself for what it was going to look like inside after Keller searched it. I opened the door b
Crossing my arms over my chest,I leaned into the couch, “You know why I left Jughead, you know I wasn’t safe here when mom and dad were together nor when mom left.”

“And it was safe to leave Jellybean and I behind?” He shot back, his voice quivered and Betty squeezed his arm. I got up to leave, it was evident he didn’t want me there but he pulled me back by my arm before I could get out the door. “I’m sorry Y/N/N, please, don’t go.” His brow furrowed.

“I came here for you Jug, I wanted to make sure you still had a roof over your head, but this is what I get in return?” I looked between the two and sighed while dropping my bag to the floor, “I’m not here to patch things up Jug, I’ll come back but if I have to deal with the fighting again I’m going.” He nodded vigorously and clambered towards me wanting a hug.

“I missed you so much.” He wrapped his arms around me, I never let people hug me but for his sake I let him. “Please just stay for now at least.” He let out a shaky breath and pulled back.

I nodded, “Then come on kids, let’s have dinner then, I’m famished.” I picked up a my jacket and slipped it on and turned to the two behind me, Betty stared at Jug in disgust as he eyed it up and down.

“You joined the Serpents?” He blurted and turned me around tracing a finger over the logo, I nodded. “You can’t wear that out to Pop’s.”

“I thought we were going to the Whyte Wyrm?” I smirked.

Betty’s eyes widened as Jug looked down to her, “I’m not going.” He took her hand, his face still in a constant subtle frown.

“I know.” I chuckled. “You guys wouldn’t last a minute in there.” I winked and walked out the door causing them to stumble out trying to catch up to me.

“Hey! Jug! Betty!” A red haired guy waved us over to the table, with him was a raven haired girl. We caught each other’s eye as I walked behind Betty.

“Who is this beautiful lady.” The girl asked Jug as we reached the table, he looked away nervously.

I smirked and held out a hand which she took almost instantly, “I’m Y/N, Jughead’s twin, I’m older by the way.” I chuckled.

“Okay! Really, you don’t even know them and you throw in the ‘I’m older card’.” He joked.

The other two looked between us in pure amazement, “Twins! Omg! Jug! Why have you never said anything?” The girl squealed, “Oh I’m Veronica and this is Archie.” She chuckled when she realized she hadn’t introduced herself yet. We filtered into our seats, “So Y/N where has Jug been hiding you?” Veronica carried on.

“The South Side, usually the White Wyrm.” I said bluntly, Archie let out and awkward cough as Veronica lost her words and Jug dropped his head into his arms.

“She’s thinking of moving back home though.” Jug said, I shot him a questioning look and went to protest but he pulled a face which probably meant ‘don’t you dare.’ So I just smiled and nodded as they all cheered which actually made me feel quite good about it. Jug smiled at me once the conversation had subsided and I gave him a reassuring smile back before he turned back to Archie.

One Jump Ahead - Avengers x Reader (May Song Challenge)

Words: 2613
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Featuring: Wade Wilson, and practically all of the avengers. I’m not kidding.
Warnings: SWEARING, Mention of hacking, guns, fighting, explosions, punching, basically every form of violence an Avengers movie uses.
Summary: Inspired by the song One Jump Ahead from Aladdin, you are a thief just trying to make it in New York. After graduating high school, things got hard. And like Aladdin says, gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat, but little does your friend know that you steal more than just the necessities. And when the Avengers get on your trail, things take a turn.
Authors Note: I LOVE ALADDIN. I love this fic. it’s a super long fic, obviously, so let’s see how this goes! Kinda OOC Wade because he doesn’t break the fourth wall, but, ya know. Just go with it.

What is this challenge? Jadyn’s Version. Ao3.

Song Challenge / Avengers / Full Masterlist

“Three…two…one,” You smiled when the alarm started to go off. You were already blocks away from the alarm, and it was one of the easier robberies. That store gets robbed a lot, they should really look into security.

You stopped when you landed on the roof of the place you claimed as your home, not that it was much, though. You watched the sun rise and took a bite from the bread you just stole from the store, the amusement of seeing the cop cars coming around the corners to get to the blaring alarm. You’ve got to be the best thief New York has ever seen. Young enough to pass off as a million characters, easy to hide, and you know everything there is to know about New York.

You jumped down the hatch to your small home that no one knew existed. It was the attic of an apartment building that has restricted access at the door, but no one went in the doors anyway; so you have heat, air conditioning, and if you sneak around, a bathroom.

“Getting into trouble a little early today, aren’t we, (Y/N)?” You heard the cunning and deep voice who loved to tease you.

You laughed and split the bread in half. “You’re only in trouble if you get caught,” You snapped, a smirk on your face. “Want some bread?”

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Fake married ironpanther, including the absolute reach to justify this (im guessing aliens mistake them for being married somehow and they need good trade w/ the aliens so tchalla and Tony go along with it) well as the inevitable MUTUAL PINING

Tony directing potential suitors away f rom tchalla which he justifies to himself by saying that tchalla is still super green when it comes to international relations (sure Tony)

The inevitable sex pollen fic (Wakanda’s science division has been fucking around again)

Angst fic where Tony discovers tchalla hiding the ex-vengers away (admittedly I’ve mentioned this before but you get it twice aren’t you all lucky)

tchalla and Tony trying to matchmake shuri and rhodey and in the process become closer themselves

A fic set in either a D/s or an A/B/O universe where everyone warns tchalla about how wild and how shitty a sub/omega tony is, definitely bad news 0/10 would not recommend dating/mating and tchalla is like lol ok sure

We’re doing p well on the soulmate trope actually good job everyone

T'challa as the dude no one knows is royalty, trying to get w/ teacher tony but having difficulties because Tony’s students are too possessive of him and keep interrupting his flirting

Ironpanther basically being the mum and dad of the new-vengers

Possibly related to that, T'challa being a petty dick to the ex-vengers, making super passive aggressive comments to them like “tony is just so affectionate with the team, he’s always hugging us and kissing us and touching us. what’s that? he never did that with you guys? huh, weird. it’s almost as if he likes us more than he ever liked any of you.”

or maybe he tries being petty but ends up just being angry like “oh look what Tony made me the other day, a one of a kind weapon that does something amazing. …Tony made you something like this as well? …and you still treated him the way you did? jfc you’re all MORONS”

Tony getting hurt somehow and accidentally reveals his feelings (your choice on whether he says it because he thinks he’s gonna die or because he’s so out of it he’s not filtering his words)

T'challa thinking Harley is Tony’s son so he hangs out with him in order to better know his future son (Harley is very amused by this)

Oblivious Tony completely misunderstanding t'challas flirting

Thor and Bruce coming back to chill with Tony and tchalla getting a bit jealous of their interactions with Tony, especially bruce

Related, hulk challenging T'challa to a fight so tchalla can prove to hulk he’s worthy of his tin man.

Thor also challenging tchalla because he feels guilty about how things went down between him and Tony (I mean the choking scene), and also feels like things might not have gotten to the stage they did during civil war if he had been around to help, so he wants to make it up to Tony (Tony: SO YOU DECIDED TO FIGHT HIM??? Thor: I had to make sure he deserved you!)

Tony getting annoyed at them fighting tchalla for his honour but instead of making them stop he decides to fight the Dora milaje. Why? Because its 2 in the morning and Tony challenging every single Dora milaje to a fight at once is making me laugh (Tony: I need to prove myself! Tchalla: THERE ARE BETTER WAYS TO PROVE YOURSELF THEN DYING YOU HAVE OTHER OPTIONS HERE)

honestly tho i just can’t wait for ironpanther to become so popular that we get all the cliche fics im so ready for them give them to me!!!

forget || justin foley.

Originally posted by secretgif-s

justin foley x reader imagine. 

anon: can i request a justin foley x reader? maybe do one where it’s the middle of the night and he sneaks over after a bad fight with meth seth and she like patches him up or something. idk if you do smut but maybe like a dash? im so sorry if this is super specific thanks!

a/n: this is basically my first request imagine and i loovvee this idea, hope you like it!!

warnings: a little bit of smut, mainly just making out. 

you didn’t expect justin to be calling you in the middle of the night, constantly blowing up your phone. call after call, message after message. but all the notifications had woke you up from your sleep. 

“justin what do you want? you should be asleep,” you said sitting up in bed turning on the lamp beside your bed that lit up your room dimly. “i need to talk to you,” his voice quivered. “justin? are you okay? where are you?” you asked worriedly. “go to your window.” 

you threw your phone onto your bed and hurriedly walked to your window. pushing the curtains away revealing justin at your window, on a ladder. it was sprinkling outside, the small rain drops landed onto his face slowly. you unlocked your window pushing it open allowing him to crawl in.

the dimmed light from the lamp reflected on his face allowing you to see him more better. his hair was slightly damped and he had blood traveling down from his nose to his neck. the blood on his chin blended in with the water on his face making it flow in different directions. there was a little cut underneath his eye that had a little bit of blood spilling out.

your lips parted once you saw him, “what happened?” you asked placing your hand on his face. his eyes were slightly red and puffy due to crying. “did seth do this to you again?” you ask. your voice was low yet soft. your eyes wandered all over him making sure he wasn’t hurt any where else. 

justin only nodded and you felt a painful stab in your heart. “you wait right here i’ll go get something to clean you up,” you said and made him sit on your bed. 

you left your room and went to go find things to help justin. when you came back you saw him sitting on your bed looking down at his hands, nothing but the sound of the rain from outside filled his ears as he was lost in thought. 

you sat beside him and picked up a damped cloth and lightly pressed it to his face. 

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked him, lightly pressing the cloth onto his skin trying to clear the blood off. justin looked at you as you concentrated on cleaning his face. 

“he thinks, he acts like he can control me. he acts like he owns the place, doing whatever he wants whenever he wants. he acts like he owns my mother and i, and i’m sick of it. my mother can’t see what he’s fucking doing, but i can.” 

you placed the cloth down and grabbed a band aid placing it on the cut under his eye. “i know i tell you this a lot, but i truly do promise you that it’ll get better. you’ll be free from him and not have to worry and live in fear. one day it’s gonna be him that suffers, not you.” 

you softly pressed the band aid down with your thumb, swiping over it to make sure it stays in place. “better?” you ask justin nodded,”yeah”.  it was silent after that. you put away everything that you took out and sat back on the bed. 

“thank you for everything.” he said. “anytime,” you smiled. 

justin pushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. both of you staring at one another not saying anything but listening to the rain start to get more heavier and louder. 

justin then looked at your lips and slowly leaned in, his lips attached to yours. your lips molded perfectly with his. his lips were soft yet cold but once they collided with your warm ones it melted the coldness away. 

your hands found their way up to his hair, your fingers tugging at it softly. he placed his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him. he always got lost in your lips, his mind blanked. he loved the feeling of you close to him like this. 

your lips were attached in a chaotic kiss. you were like a drug, you always made him feel good and you made him forget about whatever was on his mind. 

his lips moved away from yours down to your jawline and slowly down to your neck. your heart was beating rapidly. the temperature in the room was rising, even though there was a cold rainstorm outside, your bodies were hot. 

justin sucked harshly at your neck making you let out a groan of satisfaction. he pressed his lips back onto yours with so much love and passion. he hovered over you as your back pressed into the soft mattress.  

from there on you spend another few minutes just appreciating one another. hands roaming up and down on each other, open mouth kisses on each other exposed skin. you got lost in one another. all the shit on justins mind disappearing, and all of your thoughts and worrying for justin had vanish. 

you made each other forget, it felt like it was only you two in the world and no one else. 

Before the End of Dreams || Kaneki x Touka

Warning:  Sexual Content / Strong Language

Words(Before NSFW Warning):  750+

Words(Total):  1400+

Cover image poorly ripped and snipped straight from Ishida Sui from Tokyo Ghoul:re 124

So I was in the middle of finishing this one piece and ch 124 goes and drops on me and ruins all motivation to finish it!  I’ll still get around to it sometime this week, but in the meantime, what better way to come back after 4+ months of no writing with something super gimmicky :D  So yeah, this particular fic was inspired by the latest chapter, and is basically my own version of an extension of it, so blame Ishida for this having to exist :<  With this, I should hopefully be back to posting stories somewhat frequently.  Also, sorry if this seems all over the place and stuff x.x

Hope you enjoy! o/

It felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull ー they very well should’ve with how tightly her arms wrapped around his neck. The delicate touch of her lips had blown more wind out of his sail than any attack. The warmth of her body; her legs tucked between his; her soft chest pressed against him, things had escalated much quicker than he had ever anticipated. And it all started with the mention of his ghost of a friend ー all because he thought he’d cheer her up and relieve her of the despair he’s subjected himself to so many times. Not that it mattered anymore; the plan blew up in smoke, and now he’s pinned, completely at her mercy.

“Where has this taste been?”  He thought to himself as she had her way with him.

She wastes no time making up for the years lost between them, closing the distance as seamlessly as her tongue easing itself across his lips. Her silken touch made his skin tinge, his mind shake, and his heart flitter. As her tongue squirmed and smoothed around his, it felt like warm water were running down his face. He just couldn’t keep still any longer.

His arms reach around her back, pressing her more firmly against him. It was annoying how much fabric separated them, and the thought of her earlier offer made it even harder to ignore. Even harder to maintain was the growth below his waist that slowly began to press against her pants. She pulls her lips away for a moment, smiling brightly at him, as if she’d already known his secret.

“So it wasn’t just him after all who saw me in that way.”

His eyes avoid hers as he answers, “You’ve got me compromised here.”

She pulls his arm from her back and guides his hand to her breast. He feels something firm in the center, even between the fabrics.

“Now we both are.” She says to reassure him.

“Eh? So this is the same as…”

“Kaneki…” She kisses him again. “Don’t talk so much.”

She dives back in tongue first, only this time he reciprocates in full. She gave a sudden moan when he squeezes her breast. His other hand caresses the back of her neck, and his lips reach around to her cheek. She giggles mildly to his kisses, his lips slowly traveling down to her neck. He takes his time kissing and licking against her soft skin, leaving no spot unturned. He carefully studied her face all the while, eyes wide shut, with lips mildly parted with calm, yet hazy breaths.  

She tugs his shirt, lifting it up between them, and he separates just long enough for her to take it off completely. She traces the grooves of his toned torso, eventually stealing a page from him when she begins to mimic the things he did to her own neck, only with more force ー more passion. With both hands planted firmly over his shoulders, she runs her tongue all around his neck., moving up to his cheeks, to his lips, and then to his ears, where she relentlessly nibbles and sucks on them, if nothing else than for the mere amusement of hearing Kaneki squirm and moan.

“Ngh! It…tickles…”

“Deal with it.”


He pushes her gently by the shoulders, but she wouldn’t budge. At her own whim, she indulges in her fun for a while longer, soon raising from him with battering eyes.

“Had your fun yet?”  He asks with a mildly annoyed expression.

“Maybe. Or maybe I can’t help being so in love with you.  Maybe I’ve grown tired of seeing you go all the time, not knowing if the next time would be the last. Maybe I just want to keep you close so that I don’t have to keep worrying about whether or not you’ll disappear on me.”

As if consoling her, Kaneki caresses her cheeks. “In Cochlea, that might’ve been the case. I thought that I could die without regrets if I knew that it’d be for the sake of protecting you and the others. That was when Hide stopped me, and reminded me that there are still things in this world worth living for. Like him.”

She smiles at him brightly. “I’m glad that’s the decision you came to-”

He rolls on top of her, paying her back for earlier.

“And you.”


Only the moon could bare witness to the glowing look on her eyes at his sudden confession. Foreheads meld and hearts flow in sync as the night ages, both of them content with just being in the other’s company for the rest of the night.

Thank you for reading T-T


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The Man In The Scarlet Cloak

Title: The Man In The Scarlet Cloak
Author: @bixgirl1
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 16,300 Approx.  
Summary: There’s usually a better time and place to participate in seduction than the Forbidden Forest. Unless, of course, it’s Mating Season. // In which Draco is sneaky but not sneaky enough, Harry is confident but goes a bit mad, and the Trees are either incredibly romantic or just sort of perverts.
Content/Warning(s): Face-fucking, hung!Harry, rimming  

This is an absolutely delicious story, a very loose retelling of Little Red Riding Hood and let me tell you, at one point Harry’s wearing his red clock and carrying a basket (later with flowers) and it’s basically the best thing ever. It’ll all make sense, I promise! :D

It starts with Draco being in the forbidden forest, picking up Potions ingredients (he’s doing his Potions fellowship at Hogwarts) and in comes Harry in search of some magic flowers.  Of course Draco is also very interested in these magic flowers Harry’s after. And that they are both super attracted to each other, well, that helps, too. Helps a lot, actually, so much UST!

Then – god, you should just read it because then Draco’s obviously hiding something and obviously Harry’s got to see what it is and then there’s hung!Harry and Draco gets sneezed on by a flower and goes mad with lust and – yeah, it’s crazy and amazing. :D


Originally posted by koraenpop

I hope this can be the start of a new series for me! I got this idea entirely off of a click and drag I did so credits to the user who gave me this idea. I made both Joshua and the reader be transfer students from America so if you aren’t in any way American, bare with me here. (fair warning that this is going to sound really cheesy and corny like most fanfics)

  • Joshua is such a softy
  • And a sweetheart
  • I feel like he would be that cute boy that everyone just kind of likes
  • But he would be so quiet due to the fact that he’s a transfer student from America
  • He doesn’t really know his Korean very well and would be super anxious to say anything in front of the class
  • Of course he knew his basics and could put together some really simple sentences
  • But he was afraid that he didn’t know enough to carry on a full conversation with his peers
  • So he just kind of kept to himself and sat in the corner by himself
  • He would also be super shy when it would come to meeting new people
  • Like he considered himself socially awkward and he thought he wasn’t able to make friends easily because of that
  • He constantly thinks about all of the friends that he could make if he actually became confident in himself with his Korean
  • But he’s too nervous to ask for help
  • And his online Korean classes are too confusing for him
  • So that’s the main reason why he rarely spoke
  • He pretty much blames it all on his lack of self confidence as to the reason why he’s so quiet and shy and won’t speak to people
  • But that all changes when you arrive
  • You had become a transfer student to a new school in Korea due to some issues you had at home
  • Basically your parents hadn’t always been the best to you
  • And it got to the point where you didn’t really feel safe being around them
  • So you found out that you actually had an aunt who was living in Korea at the time
  • And lucky for you
  • The school you went to was offering for some students to have the chance to study abroad in Korea
  • So wanting the chance to finally get away from your life in America you managed to somehow convince your parents to let your study abroad
  • It didn’t really take much convincing to be honest
  • Sometimes you felt like they could care less about what you do
  • But luckily your aunt was willing to take you in as her own daughter and allowed you to stay with her in Korea for a while
  • To prepare for transferring schools
  • You signed up for a couple of online classes to help teach you Korean
  • And within a few months you knew your basics
  • You weren’t terrible at it
  • But you also weren’t exactly good
  • Your aunt had reassured you though that your Korean was just fine to get you through an average day in Korea
  • And finally the day came when you were able to transfer schools for the next year or two
  • Korea did take some getting used to at first
  • But the people there were pretty nice
  • A lot of your neighbors seemed impressed that a young teenager was willing to spend a couple years in a foreign country to study abroad
  • They all seemed to praise you for knowing Korean so well in such a short amount of time
  • Your school was impressed too
  • They had told you that you would fit in just fine with their students
  • Having the reassurance from so many people had kind of made you less nervous about talking to your peers
  • On your first day the principal had so kindly escorted you to your first class
  • The teacher had welcomed you inside with a warm smile and motioned for you to stand in front of the class to introduce yourself
  • Your peers looked kind of dead and bored
  • You couldn’t blame them though because who ever really wants to be up at this time in the morning to learn
  • You took a deep breath before speaking in your best Korean
  • “hello my name is y/n and i’m a transfer student from america. i hope you all take care of me~”
  • The class had responded with a couple of deep mummers before the teacher showed you an empty desk in the back of the room
  • You had happily taken your seat in the back and set your stuff down as the teacher began to speak
  • During her lesson
  • You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you looked around the class room
  • Your eyes landed on a cute looking boy who was a couple seats down in the row next to you
  • He had soft brown eyes and his hair was nice and silky looking
  • His uniform looked clean and well put together
  • Basically he looked like a cute little school boy who was ready to learn
  • You couldn’t help but notice that he had a really handsome face
  • Your favorite feature of him was probably his lips
  • They looked so soft and full
  • You couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to kiss them
  • You found yourself so caught up in daydreaming about the cute boy that you didn’t notice him turn his head in your direction
  • And you didn’t even realize that your eyes had locked for a couple seconds until you saw him turn away with a blush on his cheeks
  • And you finally realized how creepy your probably looked starring at this really cute boy and damn you thought that you really messed up that first impression
  • The first month you spend at the school actually went by better than you expected
  • You managed to make some really good friends there
  • You even had a small group of people who willingly accepted you into their friend group
  • You remember them introducing themselves as Hansol, Seokmin, and the ‘I’m-that-really-annoying-guy-who-you’re-probably-going-to-hate-at-some-point-bc-of-my-lame-jokes’ (a.k.a Kwon Soonyoung)
  • They basically took you under their wing and were the first people to accept you for you
  • You proabably got along most with Hansol, who was a freshman, due to the fact that you both were American
  • The two of you were basically best friends
  • And your favorite activity would to speak in english in front of Sookmin and Soonyoung just to see the look they would give you as they tried to figure out wtf you were actually saying
  • Eventually they just started getting the idea that everything you said was a compliment
  • Like you could say that Seokmin’s screeching reminded you of a whale and he would just kind of
  • “yes i know i’m the most handsome man in the who school you don’t have to remind me”
  • And you and Hansol would just kind of roll your eyes
  • As much as you loved your best friends
  • You couldn’t help but want only one person to talk to you
  • And that was the same cute boy that you shared your first class with
  • Actually he was in a couple of your advanced classes
  • But you guys never crossed paths or spoke with each other since the incident where you basically ruined your chances of getting him to like you because just just had to be creepy and stare at his cute face and kissable lips
  • You began to give up on ever getting the chance to talk to him until one day after class
  • You had been called down to the office for a quick screening and you were already ten minutes late to your next class so you grabbed all of your things and rushed as quickly as you could down the empty hall
  • You were making great time until you just had to crash into a tall object
  • Or person
  • When you looked to apologize to the person
  • You noticed that you were now face to face with the really cute boy in your advanced classes
  • “are you okay?”
  • You swore you never heard an angel speak such good english as this one right in front of you
  • You just kind of stared at him for a bit before letting out a weird jumble of words
  • Like you couldn’t even remember what you were saying because it was that messy
  • The boy just kind of laughed and helped you pick you your books
  • As he handed you your last one, your fingers brushed together
  • And you both just kind of stood there without moving
  • You were sure in that moment that the boy felt the same fluttery feeling you did judging by the look in his eyes
  • He was the first to break the silence and smiled at you
  • “my name is joshua and i think we have some of the same classes”
  • You would just kind of stare at him and stutter
  • “i’m y/n and i think you have a really cute face”
  • It would take you a moment before you would facepalm at the words that just came out of your mouth
  • Joshua just seemed to kind of laugh at your response and move his other hand to push a stray piece of hair behind your ear
  • “i’ll see you in calculus, darling”
  • And he would strut off just like that
  • Just leaving you standing there wondering what the hell just happened
  • Later that night you would be fangirling to Hansol over the phone and he would just kind of sit there on the other line ready to hang up because of how girly you were acting
  • But you knew he was too much of a sweetheart to do that
  • Hansol understood how much you like Joshua
  • It’s not like he’s all you ever really talked about or anything
  • Nooooo, not at all
  • Every day for the next few weeks you and Joshua would always stop to say hello whenever you saw each other in the halls
  • And you would always work on classwork together in your classes
  • You found yourself falling in love with Joshua and his character
  • He was actually a really interesting person
  • You found out that the reason he was so good at english was because he had lived in LA for most of his life before moving to Korea
  • And he was always quiet because he was afraid to speak in Korean because it was apparently really bad
  • All of your classmates began to ship the two of you together because it was so cute seeing you and Joshua acting all cutesy with your new friendship
  • Seokmin and Soonyoung would always tease you about it saying that you and Joshua were going to get married and live on a farm in America with 12 kids and 30 pigs
  • And it would make you really embarrassed to the point where Hansol would sigh and respond sassily to them
  • “at least in her future she’s going to get married unlike you guys who will probably live with each other and a million cats”
  • And that would get them to shut up
  • After the first 3 months of school you realized that you managed to survive a whole season at a foreign school
  • As the month of Winter began everyone began to buzz about the fancy Winter formal that was coming up
  • And Joshua was beginning to act weird around you
  • You noticed that he would become quieter and quieter as the weeks rolled on and the formal grew closer
  • It eventually came to the point where he grew distant
  • And it kind of scared you because talking to him was the only way you could be close to him
  • He never really did work with you anymore and basically ignored you in the halls
  • It got you thinking about what you did wrong to make him ignore you
  • You talked to your friends about it asking them why guys were always so weird
  • But they didn’t give you a legit response and it kind of upset you
  • A week until the formal and you were kind of hoping Joshua would ask you to go with him but your hopes were slowly washing away because it got the point where he didn’t even acknowledge you
  • One day when you were about to head home after school
  • Hansol pulled you in the opposite direction despite your protests for him to stop
  • Once you got the the school yard he told you to sit down at the fountain and just wait
  • You looked at him confused but you listened to him and trusted that he knew what was going on
  • A couple minutes after Hansol left you began to hear the soft strumming of a guitar
  • You sat quietly and listened as an oddly familiar voice began to sing
  • You furrowed your eyebrows before standing up from your spot on the fountain and walking to the other side
  • There you saw Joshua looking right back at you as he continued to sing
  • When he was done, he set his guitar next to him and waited for you to say something
  • Only you couldn’t
  • You just kind of stood there like “wow this man can really sing”
  • Joshua stood up and took your hands in his own
  • He looked right into your eyes and smiled sweetly and you swear that your heart melted
  • He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear just like he did when you first ran into each other
  • “sorry i’ve been ignoring you, i just couldn’t find the right words on how to say this”
  • oh boy
  • Now your heart was beating so fast you swear that it was going to burst
  • Joshua could probably hear how hard it was pounding at this point
  • “y/n i’ve liked you since the first time i caught such a pretty girl starring at me and i was hoping that you would go to the formal with me???”
  • And that’s when your heart exploded
  • All you could do was nod your head a super speed and wrap your arms around his neck
  • Joshua was taken aback but hugged your back and gOD IT FELT SO GOOD
  • Immediately when you got home you gave Hansol a ring
  • And you found out that he basically helped set it up by telling Joshua that a special someone had a huge crush on him
  • At first you wanted to hit Hansol for spilling to your crush about your crush on him
  • But you couldn’t help but love him at the same time for it because you would never have had the guts to talk to Joshua about it on your own
  • Fast forward to the night of the dance
  • You had the prettiest ball gown that anyone had ever seen
  • Your aunt made sure to take lots a pictures for her memory book
  • And when you answered your door
  • Joshua basically stopped breathing and looked so awestruck at how beautiful you were
  • He would be so cheesy with the compliments he would give you
  • “wow, i thought that just seeing you was the most beautiful thing in the world but here you have invented a whole different level”
  • And you would blush so hard at his compliments
  • Your aunt waved as the two of you headed off the to big dance
  • Once you got there your heart was pounding because you were so nervous
  • You wanted his night to be perfect
  • Well, with Joshua it already was
  • But you wanted to have every girl’s dream dance
  • You had the perfect date and now all you needed that romantic dance where you got your first kiss
  • Sadly that didn’t happen because Joshua didn’t really have the balls to kiss you yet
  • But you did have a great time
  • All your friends showed up and basically joined in on yours and Joshua’s date
  • He didn’t seemed to mind so you just kind of went with it
  • You did get your slow dance with him on the plus side
  • He was kind of awkward when first dancing with you
  • But as he became less tense and nervous he looked basically like a pro
  • By the end of the night
  • Being the gentleman that Joshua is
  • He walked up up to your door
  • You thanked him for having such a great night
  • And he just kind of stood there with his cheeks flushed pink saying that it was not problem
  • Before he left he placed a sweet kiss to your cheek
  • And right after the two of you heard a snap of a camera so you pulled apart and glared at your aunt who just giggled and ran away
  • So in the end you kind of did get your kiss even if it wasn’t as perfect as you wanted it
  • The next few weeks at school you and Joshua were basically stuck together
  • Everyone thought you guys were a couple at this point because of the tings you would do
  • Like walking through the halls hand in hand
  • Or always making sure to sit next to each other at lunch
  • And confronting Seokmin together when he started a rumor that you actually were dating
  • But you kind of had to thank him for that one because after that Joshua was just kinda like
  • “why not”
  • And that’s you you guys became an item
  • He would be the sweetest boyfriend awe
  • He always made sure to hold the doors open for you
  • He helped you with your homework
  • And he always made it his priority to spend time with you everyday to make sure you didn’t feel alone
  • After 3 months of dating your friends began to bug you guys about why you haven’t had your first kiss
  • Hansol smacked them both on the back of their heads and apologized to you guys for your friend’s stupidity
  • But you too kind of began to wonder why you haven’t had your first kiss yet
  • You didn’t want to rush Joshua though because you knew he got really shy and nervous about these things
  • Joshua on the other hand felt bad because he felt like he was holding you back
  • So he did plan to give you both yours and his first kiss
  • When he was over at your place on a late Friday night
  • Your aunt had gone out with a couple of friends and told you that she wouldn’t be home until the next afternoon
  • So Joshua said he would stay the night with you to keep you company
  • He showed up with tons of snacks and movies for you guys to watch
  • You sat for hours upon hours watching corny old movies
  • You got really tired and you leaned your head on Joshua’s shoulder
  • You felt his lips press to your temple, not moving from their place for a while
  • You pulled away from him and looked up at him with concern asking if he was okay
  • He bit his lip nervously and played with his fingers in his lap before looking at you dead in the eye
  • “can i….kiss you?”
  • You were kind of taken aback in shock
  • You just smiled and giggled at him before cupping his cheeks
  • “you don’t have to ask silly”
  • And you pressed your lips onto his own
  • And damn were your right about your first impression of his lips all those months ago
  • They were just as soft and sweet as the looked
  • Kissing him was like being in a dream
  • It was something beyond what you could have imagined
  • The two of you pulled away only when you needed to breathe
  • “wow”
  • was all that he could say
  • You blushed and leaned your head on his shoulder again as you finished watching your movies
  • If you thought that you and Joshua were close before
  • Well damn you guys were even closer now if all possible
  • You were that couple that couldn’t bare being away from the other
  • But everyone thought it was more cute than annoying
  • Mainly because they’ve never seen a girl make Joshua so happy before in his life
  • In fact they were shocked that you were able to help him open up more
  • He talked a lot more in classes
  • Made a couple more friends
  • But what really shocked them is when he stood up for little Chan being bullied in the hallway
  • They were basically beating the poor kid up to a little pulp until your boyfriend stepped in and threw a punch at the kid who was beating up Chan
  • He did get in trouble and ended up getting detention
  • But you didn’t mind because he had the right heart
  • Chan couldn’t stop thanking Joshua and was basically a puppy to him for the rest of the school year
  • He always followed you guys around
  • It did get annoying, but you understood that Chan didn’t have any friends so you took him under your wing
  • The school year seemed to fly by so fast and now you and Joshua were graduating
  • The only person who was a worse mess than you that day was your aunt
  • She was so proud that her niece was graduating high school
  • The whole thing was such a sad moment but one of the best in your life
  • She even gave you and Joshua cute couple ideas for your graduation pictures
  • You were kind of worried about losing Joshua after graduation because you were returning to the states for college
  • But he promised you that he would wait and visit you every chance he got
  • It didn’t happen that often
  • But you guys were able to spend winter break and summer together
  • You guys were the high school sweethearts that ended up getting married later in your life
  • And everyone thought you were goals okay
  • You were so grateful that you got to meet a man like Joshua
  • Going to Korea was by far the best choice you ever made in your life
She Tastes Like Home

Title: She Tastes Like Home

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 453

Warnings: It’s just really fluffy. That’s basically it.

A/N: Another late night creation. Sorry if it doesn’t flow super well, my mind never does at this hour. Haha.

Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind

Castiel never felt completely at home in the bunker. He would spend nights pacing as the Winchesters slept soundly in their beds, vowing to himself that he would find something to make him whole. At first, he thought it was protecting the brothers from the dangers of both Heaven and Hell.

But as the days went on, protecting Sam and Dean felt more like a family obligation than a true life’s purpose. Even though both of the brothers made it very clear that Castiel was family, the angel couldn’t help but feel that something was missing.

Then, on a particularly difficult vengeful spirit case, the boys met Y/F/N Y/L/N. At first, you had seemed a bit edgy and far more focused on your job than anything else, which meant there was no time for romance in your life. Especially not with a renegade angel. So, Castiel kept his feelings to himself and marched on, still in search of a true purpose.

It was a Sunday, a true day of rest, when Castiel finally found what he was looking for. It was a particularly chilly day in Lebanon, Kansas. Snow littered the ground around the bunker, something that you hadn’t seen in quite a while. You were putting the finishing touches on a snowman, which looked much more like a marshmallow than a man. Castiel approached you, studying your oddly shaped creation.

“There’s missing something,” you mumbled. Then, your expression lightened as you slipped off your scarf and wrapped it around the figure. “There. Now he’s clothed.”

Castiel studied your face, happiness spreading across your lips. He smiled as he watched you adjust the long, orange carrot you had placed in the middle of the snowman’s face. Then, his demeanor changed as he noticed you shivering.

That simply wouldn’t do. Cas yanked his favorite royal blue scarf from his neck. He didn’t need it for warmth, he simply liked the color and the way it felt against his skin. The angel approached you, standing closely at your side.

“You’re freezing,” he muttered lightly. “Here.” He wrapped the scarf lightly around your neck. “That will insure that less air can enter through the top of your coat. You can better maintain your body temperature—“

Your lips crashed to his, silencing the angel instantly. At first, he froze, not expecting such an intimate reaction. Then, after a few moments, he melted into you. Your lips moved in sync as he pulled you against him. His skin tingled as he held you against him. He groaned against your lips as he tasted something familiar. You tasted like home. This was what he was looking for. This completed him. He had finally found his purpose, with you.

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Hello! I’ve gotten a lot of questions on how I edit/color my photos so I’ve decided to just make a tutorial! Also, just a needed fair warning: I suck at explaining basically anything and it might be super messy, but I’ll try to get everything across! Hope you all are having a great Memorial Day/Monday! ❤  

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anonymous asked:

I need more wlw tv and movies and just general gayness. Suggestions?

I’m not sure how much I can help with this since I don’t watch a lot of TV and you’ve probably seen most of the things I’m about to rec but here are all the shows I watch/have watched with wlw in them:

• Carmilla (obviously, that’s probably what you follow me for in the first place)
• Legend of Korra - Mostly subtext until the end but still very enjoyable even if you don’t focus on Korrasami
• Supergirl - Sanvers. Need I say more?
• One Day At A Time - Features an adorable feminist baby gay. Also this is a great show for many reasons other that, you should check it out for sure!
• San Junipero - Season 3 Episode 4 of Black mirror, but you don’t need to watch the other episodes to watch this once since each one is their own independent story. If you like wlw, 80s, and sci-fi, this is the story for you!
• Orphan Black - It’s not really the main focus of the show since there are so many clones and so many things going on at once but Cosima and Delphine are adorable and I love them
• Orange Is The New Black - So gay
• Wynona Earp - Haven’t seen it yet but people keep telling me I’d like it
• Carol - Gorgeous movie. 50s gays. Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara. Definitely watch it if you haven’t yet
• Imagine Me And You - Super cute movie about a woman who falls in love with the florist at her wedding
• But I’m A Cheerleader - Movie about a girl who basically goes to conversion camp (but it’s a comedy). Plus it stars Natasha Lyonne a.k.a. Nicky from OITNB
• Life Is Strange - This is actually a video game but you have the option to make it gay (or not, that’s the fun of the game). It’s an intriguing game with a beautiful story but deals with a lot of heavy stuff so read the content warnings before playing
• Ummm yeah that’s all I can think of right now but if anyone else has recommendations please add to this post!!

Favorite Human

Sorry this is out so late guys! I think this is the start of a sort of one-shot series thing between the reader and the angels, so let me know what you think and what other angels you would want to see! It’s a lot longer than I had originally planned, and I’m not super happy with it, but I think it’s pretty good. Hope you guys enjoy! 

Warnings: A little bit of blood/ fighting. Not much though

Being a Winchester, you knew something weird was bound to happen at some point. It was basically guaranteed. But, in all your years, you had never expected this well you kinda expected the angel part but not on this level.

You had come into the hunting life later to your brothers and were fairly younger than both of them, being their half sister. The boys had found you after your mother was turned by a vampire and almost killed you. You were fifteen. Bobby had later informed you three that your mother was a hunter in her prime. She and John had been seeing each other for a while, until she got pregnant. No one knew where she went, but you assumed it she left the life to keep you safe. After learning that you had nowhere else to go, the boys and Bobby gladly accepted you as a part of their little family. You began to live with Bobby, going to school in Sioux Falls and training or helping answer the phones in your spare time. The boys would stop in every chance they got, even letting you go on simple salt and burns from time to time.

But, things had gotten more complicated. The apocalypse had been started, by your older brothers no less. Ever since then, things had been different. The guys rarely stopped home, and when the did, it was brief.  You missed them. But, they had their reasons. Your ability was discovered by one of those reasons.

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GOT7 Hogwarts Moodboard AU Introductory Post

Choi Youngjae : Hufflepuff

Fourth Year | 9 1/2″ Chestnut, Dragon Heartstring, Unyielding | Member of the Frog Choir | Hedgehog (Patronus) | Muggleborn | Seer (special ability) | Herbology, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures (best subjects) | Im Jaebum & Park Jinyoung (crushes) | Mark Tuan & BamBam & Yugyeom (Best Friends)

  • Look up a picture of Choi Youngjae in the dictionary and you’ll find a picture of the sun. This boy is literal sunshine, okay?
  • He’s so soft it’s not even funny. Youngjae is that fluffy and cute little puppy with the floppy ears that won’t stand up straight and his head cocked to the side.
  • He’s basically the definition of cute.
  • Youngjae is VERY in tune with his house. He’s the most Hufflepufflely Huffle that’s ever Puffled.
  • If you’re looking for a swell guy who will always do the right thing, stand up for those who can’t, remain loyal to their friends, brave in the face of danger, and will bring you snacks in the middle of the night – look no further than Choi Youngjae.
  • His laugh will make you laugh. You’re just gonna be in a good mood around him, yeah?
  • His sunshine is infectious. There’s no running. No hiding. You can’t get away. Might as well sign your soul away at the door.
  • Don’t be surprised if you hear Youngjae singing around the halls, when he thinks he’s alone, when he’s being a little shit and singing over you so he can’t hear you, when he sees small animals, when he’s in the shower, and when he’s eating his favorite snacks.
  • And don’t you even dare complain because you would be BLESSED to be near this boy when he sings. It’s like a party in your ear. It’s a LOUD party…but still…..a PARTY. YOU’RE WELCOME.
  • You can often find him with a wide grin on his face. More often than not you can find him with his eyes crossed and his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he annoys the shit out of his friends who won’t touch him because they love him so god damn much.
  • He could get away with murder, is what I’m trying to say.
  • His relationship with Mark is very special. Mark either wants to kill him or he wants to cling to him like a koala bear. There’s no in between.
  • Jackson and Youngjae are in an eternal competition on who can annoy the shit out of the other the most. Youngjae is currently winning. Remember the eyes crossed and tongue out facial expression we discussed? This is usually directed at Jackson.
  • Yugyeom, Bammie, and Youngjae are literally the three muskateers. They’re gonna take over the world together. Youngjae is in charge of snacks.
  • His relationship with Jaebum and Jinyoung is the most precious thing in the world. However, it confuses him to no end. On the one hand, he loves seeing Jaebum and Jinyoung together. He thinks they’re perfect for one another. On the other hand, he’s a little in love with both of them. Okay so maybe a lot, but these are small details.
  • He feels awful for being in love with two people that are in love with each other. It’s very complicated. But when he’s with them he feels included somehow and he just can’t bring himself to say anything. He doesn’t want to ruin the dynamic they seem to have going.
  • It’s complicated.
  • Another thing that’s complicated? Youngjae’s ability. He’s a seer. And I’m not talking crystal ball, reading your tea leaves, and checking our your palm kind of seer. The last time Youngjae had a vision he had a seizure and was in the hospital wing for three days.
  • He has smaller visions that don’t affect him as much. They come more often than the big ones, thankfully. But he tends to be a little scatterbrained and tired after the little ones. The last time he had a big prophecy inscribing prophecy was in his second year. So he’s hoping he can make it through his fourth without too much incident.
  • He can’t say he likes or dislikes the fact that he’s a seer. It’s just a part of who he is. Every generation of his family has produced a seer, and this time it just happened to awaken in Youngjae. It is what it is.
  • But no, he can’t tell you what you’re going to have for breakfast tomorrow. So don’t ask, because not only will he not answer you but Jinyoung will show up out of nowhere and sass you to death. It’s not worth it.
  • Youngjae is a part of the Frog Choir and he loves it. The boy can sing.
  • When Youngjae wants to be alone, you can find him sitting in an old classroom, dusting off the grand piano in the corner and getting lost in it. He doesn’t mind if you find him and watch, but leave him alone. He’s in his own world and you aren’t anywhere near it.
  • Youngjae isn’t a member of the Silver Spears, but more often than not he stops by to drop snacks off. He might not be interested in the group activity, but he’ll still feed you.
  • Youngjae isn’t quite sure what he wants to do when he leaves Hogwarts. He’s torn between music and herbology. He is phenomenal with plants. He likes to spend a lot of time in the greenhouses, so check there first if you’re looking for him.
  • Why does Youngjae always have snacks? Because the House Elves love him. They give him armful of snacks every time they see him. He sneaks out into the kitchens sometimes to hang out with them…usually coming out with a stomachache a few hours later.
  • He’s a bit of a loner but he’s not hard to get along with, at all. You can make a friend out of Youngjae almost immediately upon meeting him. He’s just kind of introverted when you first notice him. Which is why him and Mark had such a blooming friendship. If Mark wants to chill in silence (so long as Youngjae isn’t in the mood to sing) you can usually find him hanging out with Youngae, both of them just listening to music.
  • Youngjae is a very bright wizard and can usually pass all of his exams no problem. He’s the kid that doesn’t go crazy over studying, but does a respectable amount in order to make a good passing grade. But he doesn’t go insane like Mark, Jinyoung, and Jaebum do.
  • You should know, for your own safety, you so much as damage one hair on this boy’s head and you are going to have six SUPER PISSED OFF WIZARDS ON YOUR ASS and there’s basically nothing for you to do but put your affairs in order.
  • I’m not kidding. Jaebum will fucking kill you.
  • Nobody will find your body.
  • Jinyoung will make you suffer.
  • Mark will make it painful.
  • Jackson can be pretty creative.
  • Bammie is sneaky AF and will take your ass down.
  • Yugyeom will fucking crush you. OK!?
  • Just keep in mind, Youngjae might be in Hufflepuff, but he is not defenseless.
  • On the outside, Youngjae can come off as basically super happy-go-lucky and sometimes even naive. He has an air of innocence around him that’s hard to ignore. However, don’t get it twisted.
  • Don’t ever take Youngjae for weak. He might be overly optimistic and prefer to look on the bright side - he has a very tough and resilient personality. He’s not always the most confident but he will never let you walk all over him.
  • Which is why his patronus is a hedgehog. So be warned - Youngjae CAN and WILL defend himself if he needs to. He is not your prey just because he’s cute.

Originally posted by ithadtobeyouforever

*pictures and gifs aren’t mine. i made the moodboard but the pictures i got off of tumblr and google. credit to their respective owners.

To the End of the Line, To the . .

Request: Can I get a Steve Rogers story where he’s dating the reader and they’re both part of the team and they have this massive battle that’s super intense and then the reader ends up getting hurt very very badly and dies in steves arms at the end of it? Like he’s super happy they won but then he turns around and sees her. I just love super emotional things that rip my heart out and I loooved your last Steve one it was amazing:)) 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Death ment. Extreme angst. Blood ment. implied sexual themes. Basically I wanna die and you will too if you read this so

Originally posted by izazov

The battle was falling out all around him and, to be honest, Steve was ecstatic. 

Not about the battle of course, but about his team. After the whole thing with Buck, Steve as finding it hard to imagine the team back together again. But, somehow, someway, it had all worked out. Of course Tony wasn’t 100% back, understandably. But he was here, fighting … not alongside Bucky, but on the same team. And he had a sneaking suspicion you had something to do with it. 

You had absolutely refused to take part in their argument. You hadn’t taken a side once. Even though you were Steve’s girl, even though you were Tony’s best friend and Wanda’s newfound sister and Natasha’s old partner. You told Tony and Steve that you loved them and that they were both being ignorant, and then you set about doing your usual job: damage control. Trying (with a great deal of frustration and hardly any success) to mediate between Steve’s stubbornness and Tony’s mouth. 

Nevertheless, the whole thing went down pretty bad. After some of the things Tony learned…of course Steve couldn’t blame him for being upset. But he had two people in this world he would protect more than anyone, and that was you, and Buck. To the ends of the earth, to the end of the line. So, since you couldn’t depend on anyone else to do the mending, you decided you’d better do it yourself. 

You’d gone to Tony. He wasn’t hard to find, but then he was never able to hide from you. And you were a welcome face, despite the words you’d had during his and Steve’s quarrel. He didn’t look well at all, and you suggested he come back. It took some convincing, but he had no one out there. He’d sent Pepper away, cut everyone on the team off…so, he came back. And he and Steve weren’t exactly on speaking terms, per say, but they were both trying. And they could see that they were both trying.

Steve was also ecstatic because their fight was no longer weighing on you, and he could see it. You were as exuberant as you’d been before everything had gone down, cracking jokes and shouting and kicking ass. Alongside Bucky, alongside Tony, alongside him. And when the last enemy was struck down Steve knew the first thing he wanted to do was find you. 

“Y/N? What’re you doing, taking a nap?” Stark’s voice crackled over the earpiece in Steve’s ear. “Hey, c’mon, you dragged me all the way back out here for this fight, and I don’t even get a snarky comment? What happened to getting back to the good old days?” 

You were bleeding, you could smell it. Hot and metallic and sticky on your skin. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from but you were covered in it. Your vision was starting to blur, your toes starting to numb. You tried to lift your arm to tap your earpiece, get some kind of help, but it was still pinned under the slab of concrete that had rolled over the rest of you, and it was already numb. 

Steve tapped his earpiece. “Y/N? Come in.” 

“Rogers, where is she?” Stark asked. Steve’s mouth pulled into a deep frown, and he began walking faster. 

It dawned on you that your arm may not be there anymore at all, and you started to struggle. You tried to panic and scream but your lungs were crushed. You tried to move but, even if you had the strength, you’d grown so cold in the last few minutes, or seconds, or hours, however long you’d been laying here. The cold became all you could think about.  

I’m cold, I’m cold, I’m cold …  

“I found her.” Bucky’s voice weighed in, sounding grim. Wanda looked up. Steve stopped walking. Tony found the ground and looked frantically for your face. 

No, no, no, no … Steve thought. Not today, not after everything

I’m cold, I’m cold, Steve, I’m cold … 

Steve’s hand shook as he raised it to his ear. “Bucky. Report?” 

“Steve … you’d better come quick.” Bucky leaned down, pushed your hair away from your face. It was matted there with blood. More red. Red and cold, that was all you knew. 

“I’m c-cold, I’m … I’m … Steve I’m …” You stuttered over your words like a broken toy. 

“Steve’s coming. I need you to stay calm, okay?” Bucky’s voice was low and soothing despite what he knew was inevitable.  

“You have to protect him.” You whispered, and the words came out rushed and uneven. “From himself and everyone else. Promise me.”  

Bucky offered a sad smile. “I made that promise years ago, remember? To the end of the line.” 

This pulled a smile out of you as well, and it brought you back to a memory, distant and dreamy, from before the Winter Soldier and the Civil War, when Bucky was still a long lost friend … 

“To the end of the line? That’s what you two used to say to each other?” You asked Steve. The two of you were sharing a bed and a bottle of wine. You flopped down on the bed, taking care not to spill your glass and sighed. “That’s so romantic.” Steve laughed and shook his head, and you looked up at him. “I’m serious! That’s like … Shakespearean. I’ll be honest, I’m a little jealous.”  

“What, of Buck?” Steve asked. 

“Of how much you clearly loved him.” You said softly, the wine pulling a smile onto your lips which was rare and radiant, and one of Steve’s favorites. “That kind of promise … not even death can break it.” You said, eyes wide with wonder and lust and love as you looked up at him. “I wanna be with you to the end of the line.”  

Steve’s brow furrowed in sudden feeling as he pulled you into a kiss and then pressed his forehead to yours. “What about, to the ends of the earth?”  

You thought about it for a moment and then smiled, taking his glass of wine and sitting it on the bedside table before rolling him onto his back and crawling on top of him, kissing him again.

“That’s it then?” You asked. “No grand gestures of love, no big fancy white dress, just … a promise. Forever.” 

Steve’s hands touched your face and softly pulled you to him, as if you were not close enough to him already, “Forever.” 

The memory allowed you some form of peace even as the whole the team seemed to swarm down on top of you at once. 

“No, no! What the hell happened?” Tony yelled, landing with a metallic clank that vibrated the ground underneath you, his mask pulling back to reveal his face. 

“Wanda, the concrete.” Steve’s voice was business as usual. 

“Steve.” You blurted out. 

“I’ll call for help.” Wanda said in a shaky voice, but Natasha put a hand on her arm, stopping her. You felt yourself crying. 

“Come … c-come …” You moved your fingers, but you weren’t sure if they were still working or not. You felt so cold. Come closer. You needed them closer. You were so cold.

“Hey, hey …” Steve kneeled beside you and smiled. “It’s okay, I’m right here.”  


“Hey, kid.” Tony said. You think he might be holding your hand. His voice shook, but he smiled. “Figures that you’d be having a worse day than me right now, huh?” 

You laughed and it didn’t hurt. “I wanted to . . to …” But your words weren’t working anymore, and you shook your head and looked helplessly up at Steve, who closed his eyes. His face buckled for a moment before he managed to open them again to look at Tony, then at the team, then at you. 

“It’s okay.” Steve said, “It’s okay, we know. You can rest.”  

You nodded, and smiled at him, and you hoped that he saw what he wanted you to see because you couldn’t quite feel anything anymore, and you were getting awfully tired.  

Cold. Red. Tony. I love you. Wanda.

Wanda gripped your hand tight and red smoke began to swirl all around her as she wept. A brother and then a sister. Both lost.  

Cold. Steve. I love you. Red.  

Tony’s hands had been shaking near constantly in the months he was alone. You stopped them when you came to him and took his hands in your own and led him back to his team. Now, they trembled again. 

To the end of the line. To the … 

“To the ends of the earth.” Steve promised. His lips trembled and yours were cold but he kissed them anyway, and hoped to God that what you’d said all those years ago, about death not breaking promises, was true.