best way to put on a hat

I think Dr. Flug might technically be the most evil or at least craven out of all the characters in Villainous, because he’s not mentally ill to the degree Demencia is, and he’s not over-the-top evil like Black Hat. He wakes up every day knowing he’s submitted to a life of suffering just so he can work for the best, even at the cost of his soul, his body, his health, his dreams, his self-worth, and the lives of potentially millions of other people. His callous treatment of himself and others (via the weapons he makes and promotes) is truly mind-boggling unless he really doesn’t care about anything else but his own success. The creation of 5.0.5. might as well be the moment he and his conscience parted ways forever, with him symbolically putting all his goodness into one living experiment. I can almost identify with those who thought he was a prisoner forced to make inventions, because that would at least make sense. The idea that he willfully submits to such abuse, and is willing to work for the kind of creature that doles it out to himself and others just to get ahead, is truly a desperate kind of evil. 

did they know, on that night, i wonder?

the potters had been in hiding for months. james had taken to pacing the front room, looking angrily out of the window every few minutes for some imagined threat. lily sat on the sofa trying to read a book, one ear to the enchanted charm that projected harry’s breathing down to her, next to the muggle baby monitor she had insisted on buying ‘just in case’. they both had their wands in their belts. 

did they know that was the night they were to be betrayed?

somewhere else, sirius black and peter pettigrew were deep in discussion, only one aware of the role he was to play later that day. sirius’ mind was full of worry, suspicion towards the one he loved most of all clouding his judgement. peter was oddly calm, something sirius realised too late, moments too late, laughing in the arms of the men taking him to azkaban. words were spoken; a secret transferred. their fate was sealed.

did they know that he was coming for their son?

halloween night. lily had been raised in the muggle world - she remembered halloween celebrations as a child, dressing up in homemade costumes and bobbing apples in her mother’s house with her family. james was a little bemused by the whole affair, but played along. they decorated the house as best they could, dressing harry up in an oversized wizard hat and playing all the games lily could remember until it was time to put him to bed.

did they know that, outside, evil was sweeping through the streets?

he chose the one night of the year where he could go incognito among the muggles. clad in dark robes, voldemort made his way to the address his servant had told him, a small smile on his thin lips. there were lights on in the windows - but nobody there but the couple and the child, he knew that too. it would be almost too easy.

and by then, it was far too late.

james was the first. he fell in a flash of light, shouting for his loved ones to be safe. lily stood between the man she had feared all this time and the son she loved, tears in her eyes and a wand in her hand. she fell, too, in front of the cot where the boy lay, staring up at the world with wide eyes.

did they know who their son would grow up to be, the boy who lived and died and lived again?

years later, harry returned to the home he could not remember, to the place where he almost died. he looked upon the grave of his parents and remembered all he had lost - sirius, albus, dobby, hedwig, james, lily, countless people who had lived and died in his name. maybe he shed a tear; maybe he did not. he stood, and he thought, and he remembered.

did they know, the potter family, that they would go down in history?

Bts reacting to you cuddling them bc of the cold.

Request: Bts reacting to you cuddling up to them because you are sensitive to the cold

Namjoon:

You would sit next to him, curling your legs on his lap as he instinctively put his arm around you. 

“You okay baby?

“Yeah just cold”

“Do you want my hat?” he’d take it off before you even answered and put it on your head.

Originally posted by holy-namjoon

Jin:

“Jinnie I’m cold! Come over here,” you commanded while pouting.

“If you ate some warm food, you’d be warm~”

“I’m not hungry.” 

“Well guess who’s eating and warm…” *tries to feed you*

Originally posted by sightae

Hoseok:

“You’re cold you say? Well lets get up and shake it. They say exercising is the best way to warm up!” He’d force you up and wiggle your arms everywhere.

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Yoongi:

You would climb on him as he laid on the couch.

“What? what? what are you doing?!”

“I’m cold and I want snuggles.”

“That’s what blankets are for. Go get some, you’re freezing.”

“-.-”

*Staring competition until he gave in*

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts

Taehyung:

“Tae come cuddle, it’s too cold.”

“You’re cold? I’ll go get you a sweater!”

“Tae!”

“You’re right… and blankets!”

“Taehyung!!”

“Oh yeah!” *Turns around walking towards you, makes a sharp turn into the kitchen* “I’ll heat some water to make tea before I go get the other stuff.”

Originally posted by charrytommoto

Jimin:

Would let you cling on while hiding his smile because he’s a small baby who likes affection even if he doesn’t admit it.

Originally posted by jinchims

Jungkook:

You sat on jungkooks lap not caring what he was doing.

“Hey hey hey! What are you doing?!”

“I’m cold…”

“So that gives you the right to make me lose my game?”

*You shrug*

“You know what… you’ve been a bad girl.” *picks you up and carries you to the bedroom*

Originally posted by hoseokxx

A list of quotes my band director has said

This martini isn’t dirty enough

We need a stronger bottom

Think of the ding dong, I need a lot of ding dong

Have your parents pick you up at 9:010

I want it tasty

Yeah I’m not liking the uterus either

I want you guys to learn beef

Judd: The band is only as good as the weakest link.
Anthony: Fuck we’re gonna lose

Don’t try not to lose time

How can I breathe without no air

I changed my mind, I’m not changing my mind

We got six on the bottom and five on top.

Play an A# instead of an B-flat

Try not to sound like a duck

You fracked your climactic one note of glory

Mikey, stop being pointy

Ziggy, stop hugging Malakai

You can’t frack and never return

If you’re not making Juddy proud, you’re wrong

Stop being an ice cream truck

The leaning tower of Luke Choi

You can all take a breath together after your ding dong

Add a curvy linear

Try not to have a bulge in the front

You need to have a strong d

You’re teasing me melodically

It’s getting a little tight in Darren land

The ding dong is being lost

Ziggy and Daniel are joining the ding dong

Your higher note on the ding dong has even more stress

The ding dong was well projected

I don’t hear enough of the dong

Now we know where we are at. THANK GOD

It needs to be the creepiest 3 blind mice you’ve ever heard

It’s just not big enough

Just grab me, it is destiny

Add weight, like my stomach

Finger the air

Jesus that sounds like cattle

We are not playing Frogger with our instruments

Yo, what’s with that gangster hat

We’re Swiss cheese in the clarinet block

There’s just too much body language, and I don’t appreciate it

If that amp was your mother, she would be proud

It sounds so much better when we don’t breathe

Even though I changed the music, I really haven’t changed the music

You need to have confidence on those bitches

Breathe through 8 counts without taking a breath

Are you a G?

Dylan, you’re an ass

You need to have laser eyes on Lexi

We have to be more smart at rehearsal

I’m a Facebook like Nazi

Dylan, sound like Mickey Mouse

Barisoon

Will’s on fire, somebody put him out

Is there a way to pause without pausing it

I’m literally turning into a parrot

I want Kaitlin on top and everyone else under her

More trumpets, more sex

Hey there J-dog(Justin)

This is Amish paradise

WOAH PIANO

You need to listen for Lexi’s cut-off

Stop yabbadabbading

You’re not good

French horns, don’t put your hand in the bell

I’m hearing wrong fingers

Turn on a new hat

Finger with me

Play it as written, nice and long

Please stop touching each other

You’re the Toungey McToungerson I’ve been hearing the whole time

Just pull it out

You’re not matching the windses dynamics

There’s 2 counts of horse

The best way to spread Christmas cheer is, oh look at that, lunch detention! Congratulations Nikko, Donovan, and Nathan!

Oooo, that was a big one

A bunch of you guys need to be the icing on the cake

*plays invisible banjo passionately*

*sings* IN HIS PANTSSSS

Here’s my time for glory

Imagine you’re in an algebra class, taking a test on trigonometry

Sing your finger one two ready go

I just wanna touch it

*stops band* Jesus, guys

Start at number C

You can play those notes more fuller

You sound like an elementary band learning how to play mallets for the first time

Oh Jesus

Never blink

Jesus, try again

I changed my mind, I haven’t changed my mind

It did got better

Lower my thing

You’re talking into the horn

Play the ding bum

I know you wanna shake it

Hey guys can we get rid of that chair? No chair left behind

Pull out more, more than the D would normally take

We learned how to use our tongues today. You do 16th notes until you are happy

The good ol’ sleight of glove

SUCK IN YOUR DIAPHRAGM MARGARET
MARGARET THIS IS FOR YOU

Take Nikko’s stick and hit it right on the downbeat

I have a guide to fingering and tonguing

That’s enough men for 2 months

Mrs. Mocha and myself might get a little excited

We can’t waste any time (plays G minor as a round twice)

You are a ninja

No girly birds!!!!!!!!

Shake this as you’re doing the wawa

I don’t hear no wawawa

Thunder where are you

Get your life together!

Jacob, you’re nothing

Be smart

I have other beaters in my office

YOU ARE DIFFERENT

You come when it’s time

There’s a lot of ding dongs, I feel like hostess

F all

Speak now or forever hold your run through

Play good

I’m honking my horn, get out of my way

Blend to the beef

Someone strike a D

I AM NOT RELAXED

The hunchback of Notre Justin

Don’t think of a snare, think of an instrument

Oh hello! What’s for dinner? COMPOUND TIME

I feel like I should rent a babysitter and put you in a play pen

Get better

We’re not in a smoking club here saying *cough cough cough* I’ve been doing this for 20 years, like there are like 5 band kids that need cough drops

Right now, you’re playing like a drunken sailor ballerina

*sings* be dahh boo dahhh DINNER TIME

It’s hard for Ryan because he has the runs

It sounds emotional, but it’s the wrong emotion

CUT, wow that’s a mess

Margaret you sound like the recorder version of Titanic on YouTube

You want candy, I want notes

Make it more shapey

FLINGER FLINGER FLINGER. I say FLINGER because it’s not quite there. It’s like you’re playing with octopus hands. Tentacles

This is the sound of not music

We are under the sea

Put your hand on your finger

How to tame your dragon

Right now, you’re a nike check mark

I feel like I’m feeding bread to a duck

We have a lot of articulation problems in the goat heard

*screams* I’M SO MYSTERIOUS

It’s so bad, I feel like I’m on American Airline

Sound like a butterfly. FLY AWAY TUCKER, FLY AWAY

We’re not going to the zoo trombones, no butterflies today

Ba be ba da FORTSZANDO Ba be ba da AAHHH

WOAH! Wait that wasn’t Kaitlin, liar

Oh so you do have it on your stand. Hm. Two liars today *squinches eyes*

BEEEEOOOWEEE

I want to hear a C, not an AAAAAAAA

Your guys’ bad phrasing gave him a bloody nose

Stop looking at me with your glossed over eyes

Why not, HA you thought

Here comes the Dylan!

Ding dong ding dong, don’t be a ding dong

I don’t want to expose everyone right now, but it has to be done

YELL AT ME STEPHANIE. LIKE ALL OF THE ANGER I’VE SAID

I guess I don’t yell enough

There’s limited times when we do that, like the McRib

It sounds like you’re in the bathroom

Don’t look like the hunchback of Notre Clarinet

This is like a daycare or something

It sounds like dinner time

Guys it sounds dorky

*turns to clarinets* bitch

I’ve always wanted to adopt Tucker

Light beer is like pee

Wow Hector, you’re like Jenni Craig

I was a lethal weapon

You have a secret affection for your clarinet

Figure out your life

It makes us sound like the asthma band

Team Fortress 2

So I noticed some really undeserved hate being directed at the TF2 community, and I’ve noticed that we’re getting smaller in size and that a lot of major contributors to this fandom are leaving or moving on to other things, so I thought I might as well try to give everyone a little reminder.

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Harry Hook - The Words Not Often Said

Originally posted by unchxxrted

Requested By: Anon

Request:  OMG BOO YOUR WRITING IS SO SNAZZY! May i request a Harry Hook imagine where his gf is the daughter of The Mad Hatter and she’s having him try on almost all of the hats she’s made (basically using him as her model) and she begins to doubt her work but he reassures her? Super fluffy please!!!

Authors Note: I’ll be honest, I’m not very happy with this. I loved this request but I had a LOT of trouble writing it, particulary the end because I was trying to make it super fluffy. I just feel like it’s kind of rushed and doesn’t really involve as much comforting as what was probably wanted, but I still hope it’s enjoyable! 

IMPORTANT: As you read this imagine you may notice that the Mad Hatter is kind of off character. That’s because, as of writing this, I have yet to see Alice in Wonderland or any other portrayal of the Mad Hatters character. I immedietedly made him seem more mean due to the fact that I thought he was a villain, and I am now realizing that his personality is a bit different. Please understand, and know that I will definitely do more research on characters that I don’t know of in the future. 

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“Just a couple more and I promise we’ll be done!” You encouraged, your hands lacing through your boyfriends’ thick locks before placing yet another hat upon his head. 

Harry had been sitting in your room for hours now, the simple routine of trying on hat after hat quickly becoming boring to him as time went on. This wasn’t something that was new to the two of you though, as you were the daughter of The Mad Hatter and it was something you forced him to do quite often, but it still didn’t change the fact that he never found any enjoyment in it. Ever. 

“Come on, babe. We’ve been doing this for hours now.” He slurred, his eyes heavy on your own as he tried to distract you from using him as your own personal model. “I’m bored, and we’re in your room. Alone. Don’t you think we can find something much better to do with our time?”

You laughed, your boyfriends ridiculous attempt at flirting completely catching you off guard. Giving him a small smile, you walked toward him again, your hands finding themselves a spot on his shoulders as you crouched down to meet him face to face. 

“Just a couple more. Please?” 

Harry let out a breathy sigh, his hands reaching up and removing yours from his shoulders in order to take them in his own. “You said that an hour ago, Y/N.” He pushed, “Besides, what’s the point of even doing this?”

You gave him a strange look, almost as if the answer should be obvious. “This is how I make a living, Harry.” You reminded, your hands squeezing his as you stood from your spot on the ground. “Besides, you know who my father is. He’ll kick me off the Isle himself if I don’t make top quality hats to sell in his pathetic excuse for a shop. I need to make sure they look good on an actual person before I give them to him.”

Harry looked at you in suprise, not fully understanding what the problem was. “But you already make top quality hats. Why are you stressing about it?” 

“Not to him.” You sighed, the sadness in your voice all too obvious. “He told me that the last few hats I made were the ugliest things he’d ever seen and that if I didn’t start doing better he’d make me work in the shop 20 hours a day as a ‘learning experience’.” 

Harry let out a small growl at that, the anger evident in his voice as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “He’s ridiculous.”

“You think I don’t know that?” You laughed sadly, quickly pulling the hat off of Harry’s head and replacing it with another one. “But he’s not wrong. I’ve been really distracted lately and the last few hats I made weren’t the best.” 

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” Harry exclaimed, quickly standing from his chair and making his way in front of you. “Everything you make is fantastic! Not only are all your hats well made, but you can tell how much work you put into them! ” He comforted. “Besides, you shouldn’t worry about what your dad says. He’s crazy. Literally. It’s in his name.” 

You looked at Harry and laughed, your heart swelling to the size of a balloon as you realized that he was trying to comfort you, which is something he, not surprisingly, didn’t do very often.

“Well, I’m glad you feel that way.” You admitted softly, quickly leaning forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “That means a lot coming from you.”

Harry smiled widely and pulled you closer to him, his face no more than a centimeter away from your own as he looked at you warmly. 

“I’m your boyfriend. I’m pretty sure it’s what I’m supposed to do.” He joked, his lips gently resting on your ear as he hugged you closer to him. “Besides, if you ever want me to…talk to your Dad, that can be arranged.”

You giggled, gently pushing Harry away from you as you realized that ‘talk’ really just meant ‘threaten with my hook until he starts treating you better.’

“Thanks, but uh…I think it would be better if you didn’t.” You chuckled, “He really lives up to his name and I dont want you getting hurt.”

“Like that old man could ever hurt me.” Harry scoffed, “I mean, what is he now? 90?”

You shook your head and sighed, a playful smile stretching across your lips as you pulled Harry closer, his sudden abundance of comfort and warmth making you want nothing more than to hold him against you.

“Just come here.” You whispered, gently pulling him closer and letting his lips meet your own.

Letting out a surprised groan, Harry reacted quickly, one hand tightening on your waist and the other making it’s way into your hair. Placing your hands flat against his chest, you held him against you, the sharp edges of your nails digging into his skin as you scrunched the fabric between your hands, pulling him closer. 

“I love you.” You whispered suddenly, your lips gently rubbing against his own as you whispered the 3 words that neither one of you often said.

Harry took a sharp intake of breath at that, the surprise evident on his face as he quickly pulled away from you. He continued to look at you in shock, a small smile playing on his lips as his fingers began to softly run through your hair, the muscles comforting and strong as they traced patterns and lines upon your skin. 

“And I you, Y/N. And I you.” 

My Eyes - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,083

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl. 

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved. 

Originally posted by silky-soft


Bucky pushed his hat lower before getting up from his seat on the bus. It had been a 5-hour ride. Steve had asked him if could come pick him up from the airport, but Bucky lied and said T’Challa had already put together all of his travel plans.

Bucky already felt guilty for all the trouble T’Challa and Steve had gone through to help him. So Bucky made his own way, taking 3 connecting flights, landing in New York City, and then taking a greyhound bus to the new Avenger’s facility in Upstate New York.

Steve would be furious if he ever found out. But Bucky knew he never would as long as he didn’t say anything.

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Aftermath ~ Huma One-Shot


Uma didn’t know how she ended up back on the shores of the Isle. The barrier kept everything out, nothing goes in and nothing goes out, that’s how she’s always known it. Maybe that’s only the case for the good things, they can’t come in and the bad things, they can’t escape it.

Uma had never had freedom until tonight. She reveled in it! Of course they were ulterior motives but still, it was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. And losing it hurt more than she’d like to admit. Her plan may not have been very well thought out but still. She had failed the other lost kids tonight, not once, but twice.

She was a failure. Defeat was not a feeling she enjoyed.

She lied there, on the black sand of the Isle, sopping wet and out of breath from swimming so hard. Tears burned her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

When she cried, which was rare, she felt weak. Uma hated feeling weak.

Instead she got up and moved to find the clothes she kept stashed behind one of the pillars that held the Isle up. She was in the water way too often to not have back up clothes hidden around here. She slipped the dress off before throwing it back into the sea. Slowly but surely she put on the rest of her captain’s uniform.

She reached for the hat but stopped herself.

It was a captain’s hat. She wondered is she even deserved to wear it anymore. How could she? Knowing that she had led her crew into a battle they didn’t win.

She was stupid to think she could’ve bested Mal at something. She never had been able to beat her before. What made her think that she could now?

Mal managed to have everything Uma ever wanted. She had Auradon and if she wanted, she could have the Isle to.

She was the ‘bad’ girl with a secret heart of gold. The thought of it made Uma sick to her stomach.

Mal was always the best and Uma was left to live in her shadow. No matter how hard she fought, how evil she forced herself to be, how hardened and emotionless she made herself, it was no use.

She couldn’t win.

Mal was Maleficent’s daughter of all.

No one even remembered Ursula’s name.

Anger filled Uma and before she could stop them , the tears started to flow. And they didn’t stop, they just kept coming and coming and Uma felt powerless. She collapsed on the sand as the rush of emotions flew out of her.

Weakness crept up on her like a deadly spider and now that’s all she could feel.

She was weak.

Completely and utterly powerless in this cruel, cruel world.

“There you are Captain, the whole crew’s been looking for you for hour-Uma?”

She froze at the sound of Harry’s voice.

“Uma, are you alright?”

She kept her head down, not responding. She just hoped he take the hint and leave her to wallow in self pity alone.

He didn’t.

“Uma, are you alright?” His tone was stronger this time, accent thicker.

She sighed before looking up at him through red eyes. She expected him to take one look a her, knees buried in the sand, a captain’s hat she didn’t deserve on the ground in front of her, tear streaks on her face and laugh. To call the whole crew over so that they could ridicule her in the most public way possible. To uuse her vulnerability against and then to take her position of power right from under her. Banishing her from the crew.

She expected him  to kick her while she was down, like they had been taught to. People here had to be rotten in order to survive and move up the ladder. That’s what she expected and she was ready for whatever kind of punishment. She deserved it, at least that’s what she thought.

But Harry didn’t, he didn’t even crack a smile at her weakened state. Instead he looked at her, looked through her, his face like stone and eyes full of concern. She watched as he walked towards her and kneeled down.

He reached up and she flinched involuntarily, he stopped for a moment before taking the clip from her hair, undoing the now messy bun, letting her braids fall down her back. He pushed a few stray ones, behind her ear gently.

He looked down before grabbing the hat and placing it on her head.

She was confused, beyond confused actually. Mind racing a thousands thoughts per second as she stare up at him. A small smile crept on to his lips at the sight of her.

“All better now Captain, all better.”

She nodded as he stood up and held his hand out. Hesitantly, as if she was awaiting some kind of sick twist to his kindness, she took it and let him pull her back up.

“Let’s get back to the ship, okay.”

Her eyes widened, she wasn’t ready to face her crew yet. Not like this.

Harry sensed it by the way her hand went rigid against his.

“Don’t worry, the crew’s not there. They’ve probably given up looking for you by now.” He assured her and Uma relaxed.

Together they made their way back to the Lost Revenge, hand in hand.

The ship was a ghost town and Uma was grateful fr that. She didn’t feel like going to the captain’s quarters right now so she made her way up the steps and to the upper deck and sat down. Harry followed.

The one good thing about the Isle was the view it had of the stars. It was beautiful.

They sat in silence for a moment, until Uma spoke up.

“Why are you here Hook? You could’ve ratted me out and took control of the ship and my crew. Why didn’t you?”

Her voice was more fragile then she wanted it to be but she didn’t dwell. Harry had proven she could trust him.

She watched as he took a deep breath, eyes never leaving the stars above.

“Ever since I was a young lad my father has wanted me to be a part of a crew. And now I am, thanks to you. And besides, once my sister’s got their own ships, their own crew, I could see the toll it takes on them. To be a captain and all. It’s hardens them, makes them responsible for others. I know better than to think that I’m cut out for it. But you are Uma.”

He took his eyes off the sky and turned to face her.

“You’re a good a captain, one of the best the Isle has ever known. And so what is one plan didn’t work out, knowing you, they’ll be others. I’m your first mate captain, I’d follow you into the dark if you asked me to.”

Uma smiled and for a moment the world didn’t seem so cruel. Life didn’t suck as much, it was good, in that moment at least.

And so she did something people did in those moments.

She kissed him.

And sure they had kissed before, but not like this. The others were always quick and heated, always during their lonely lustful encounters. Whenever the Isle became too much and they couldn’t take it, when they needed a distraction.

But this wasn’t a distraction.

This was different, this actually meant something. It was soft and gentle.

Probably the most vulnerable either one of them had been in a long time.

They fell asleep in the bed of the captain’s quarters. And no it wasn’t after meaningless sex, in fact they hadn’t had sex. Kissed a few times, talked, stayed together, but no sex.

And somehow tonight, meant more than any of those other nights combined.

Uma didn’t want to sleep alone, and neither did Harry.

They wouldn’t sleep alone for many nights to come.

Old Pictures

Prompt:  Looking through old pictures, you find the same man appearing in the background of each picture, always seeming to look right at the camera.

Word Count: 2,072.

Warnings: Slight fluff at the beginning, but spoopy shit later on.

A/N: Written for Kumi aka @rotisserierogers‘s Halloween writing challenge! Writing spoopy stuff isn’t my speciality so if this sucks, that’s why.

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

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anonymous asked:

Papa Nordics hcs? Individually, not together!

I’ve been waiting for this

Denmark:

  • He is child in an adults body. Raising his own children would be a walk in the park! He’s always up for playing pretend or dress up with them and you better believe he will get them a mountain of Lego to play with!
  • Protect of his child, very. He’s one of those dads that will give his children alot of freedom but as soon as they’re going out with someone he wants to know who they are with and where. No harm shall come to them.
  • Dad jokes are extremely common, in fact he probably tells his child to call him ‘dadmark’! Every time he makes his child sigh or ugh he laughs and gives them a hair ruffle.
  • Sometimes it will feel like his child is looking after him, especially when he take them to the toy shop. On many occasions he will be the one buying the toys for his own entertainment. 
  • Pushes his children to their absolute limits and cheering them on every step of the way. If he knows that his child can do something he will bribe them, cheer them and whatever else to help them achieve their goals!
  • To annoy his child he does many things. His personal favorite being to tickling their hips till they’re crying with laughter and putting them on his shoulders (Still laughing) and running around the house!
  • He adores it when his child lets him do their hair, no matter the length or texture. If it’s short he gives them a quiff, if it’s long he’ll give them a danish braid! if it’s mid-way he’ll do plaited pigtails! 
  • Sometimes when he’s bored and his child is nearby, he’ll make a game out of trying to put his tiny hat on their head without them noticing. If he achieves it he’ll take a picture and posted it on Snap chat.
  • Trips to the shops to get ingredients is pretty common, he loves to bake with his child! Only the best danish pastries recipes will be taught and anyone who even smells them will being to drool!
  • When nobody is around or is coming over he will turn the living room into a giant pillow fort! He loves to see the look on his child’s face as they dive into the fort of pillows and blankets he’s made.

Dad rating: Everything is awesome 

Finland:

  • He is a very caring and fathering man, he is always doing everything he can for his children; the cooking, cleaning, general family bonding, anything to keep them happy!
  • Strictness wise he is rather flexible. MOST of the time he will brush of misbehavior and give his child a quick scold. Just, don’t make him angry. For the love of everything holy and your safety don’t!
  • The amount of worrying he does over his children is almost enough to worry about him. He is always on edge when his child is staying at a friends, you better believe he has the friends parents phone number!
  • You know when your mum/dad/guardian see a friend outside the shop and starts to talk for them for about fifty years? Yeah… he’s that dad. Best bring something to entertain yourself with!
  • He is very relaxed when it comes to emotional issues, if his children have any problems at all he’ll talk them through it and then give them words of encouragement and enthusiasm!
  • Also that dad that takes his children to the park and has a flock of mothers surrounding him. All of them are very kind and such, but can he please watch his baby whilst they’re swinging on the monkey bars?
  • One of the Parent Council dads, he is very involved in his children’s education. Plus he can prove that he’s the best at making cookies! No one can beat Santa’s cookies after all~
  • Speaking of being Santa, he’s children always get the best presents! But they do have to stay over at uncle Estonia’s house for Christmas eve. Only because he needs to do his job though.
  • Sauna days with his kids! He loves to just sit back and let the steam engulf him. If the steam is too intense for his child, they can always go for a nice swim in the pool!
  • He is always giving his children hugs. He will find any excuse to give his kiddo a tight snuggle, good moments and bad! Unless of course they don’t like hugs in which case, hair ruffles are good too! 

Dad rating: Baby in a box (If you don’t get that click: here)

Iceland:

  • At first, he has no idea what on earth he is doing. For those who are friends/family of Iceland will likely receive 3am phone calls with the topic; ‘What do I do when my child cries?’ 
  • He is probably that dad that is completely awkward dad that makes jokes at the wrong time, Denmark does that right? Denmark raised him so jokes are a thing that good dads do right? (Send the lad some help please)
  • Mr.Puffin is the official “HELP ME PARENT PLEASE!” bird, as much as it may annoy the poor puffin it will keep him busy. Family chill time is probably everyone’s favorite time.
  • Saying all of this, he does try his best. He tries to show his children the wonders of his land and others, as odd as it may seem he knows that the world is very large and he hopes they will see it all!
  • He enjoys telling them old folktales for bedtime stories! Sometimes he’ll go on for long after his child has fell asleep, so many tales that have been passed on to tell from the people lost in time.
  • They’re raised to be able to speak more than one language, He can get pretty embarrassed speaking his own language (Source: X (Trivia point!)). He wants his children to be able to wonder the world understand others!
  • School wise is eeh… He believes that education is the way too success but coming to him with homework or school drama is not the best idea. He either doesn’t know or doesn’t really care.
  • Discipline wise, he’s got it down to a T, he knows that as soon as the Wifi password is changed and the remotes have been hidden his child is all of a sudden going to be rather nice to him~
  • To add to the point above, he cannot stand bratty children. From day one he will tell them “You respect me, I respect you” and if they follow that rule then they will be very close!
  • He can be pretty clingy to his child, he doesn’t like to be surround by people but he’s not a big fan of being all by himself. His child will probably be around him alot to stop him from being too lonely.

Dad rating: How to be a good papa?

Norway:

  • The chill parent™ literally. He is very tolerant and patient with his children. He will let them do as they please as long as they stay within their boundaries. So long as they do it’s chill™
  • He will probably put his children on a pedestal like he does Iceland. He’s always going on about how his children are amazing and how cute they look in that outfit he bought them(like Maes from FMA? please tell me if i’m wrong)
  • To any out lookers, they would say that he’s got a good hand on raising his children. They would be right! Besides the mental screaming and the worrying coffee intake from lack of sleep due to worrying about them, he’s fine! 
  • Dad jokes are a thing, but in a weird way. His child can say anything and he would pause, stare and murmur a really bad pun under his breath. I.e. ‘Whoa, papa! Look at this!’ ‘……I can’t believe it’s not butter...’ 
  • He spoils his children more than he is willing to admit, they could see something on TV and he would surprise them with it the next day. He can’t really help it, he doesn’t want them to live like he used to.
  • Emotional stuff he’s pretty good at! He is able to sit there and listen to any problems his children are facing for hours if he must. He is also willing to hug them and sooth their worries with comforting songs!
  • Adores telling his children myths and folklore! Sometimes he’ll even take them on drives to the places and introduce them to the creatures that the stories are based around!
  • Whenever the midnight sun or the Nordic lights are on show he’ll let his children stay up to see them. Joined with the forces of caffeine and warm blankets he’ll sit outside with them all night if they want.
  • To him, his children are a blessing and something to live for. If he is ever lacking motivation or inspiration he’ll think about his children and BAM! You’ve got one very determined Norwegian.
  • He takes alot of time off work to spend with his children. He wants to be apart of their lives and for them to always know that he loves them, for him nothing is more important than his family.

Dad rating: Butter hurry up with that homework

Sweden:

  • This man is a papa and a half! He is already raising two kids (Sealand & Ladonia!) so the man knows what he’s doing. He is always alot more relaxed when with kids and is happy to care for them!
  • He is very good at keeping his children in line, how exactly? Star charts. He knows that losing a gold star is everyone’s worse nightmare and he will use this to his advantage. Gold stars are given to good kiddos only!
  • Want a tree house? Because his children are getting a tree mansion! Nearly all of their room’s furniture and toys are made by him, but don’t worry they’re made entirely out of love!
  • Super protective of his little ones! He would never let any harm come to them whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally. If anyone dares to hurt them he will be knocking on the culprits door at 3am!
  • Sometimes he’ll take his kids with him for a small fishing trip if the weather is right. Sure camping may be a little boring but it’s the bonding that counts! Plus fishing can be rather relaxing~
  • He is always willing to participate in games with his little ones, even pretend and sports! If it means that they’re gaining an interest in a possible future career or dream then he will do his best to guide them.
  • To his children he can seem like a rag doll at certain times, he doesn’t mind them climbing onto his shoulders or letting them borrow his glasses. If it keeps them happy and they’re safe then it’s fine.
  • Education wise he is the man when his children need help with homework. He will talk them through the problem and give them as much motivation as they need, sometimes in the form of pastries! 
  • All drawings and school achievements will have a special spot on the fridge for all to see. Any of his little ones achievements will be rewarded with a meal out wherever they want!
  • His absolute favorite thing in the world is to wake up with his little family all fallen asleep on the sofa with him, he thinks it’s so cute seeing them all snuggled up on top of him with a blanket covering them all~

Dad rating: Swedad

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Spent a crap-ton of time altering a wig to look more like Link’s hair. It was a BOTW Link wig to begin with, but it didn’t look right. Most of it was way too long, it wasn’t parted on the side (or at all really), no layers, the bangs were way off, etc. I was determined to make it look as accurate as I could, so I took some scissors to it. I think I’m happy with it now. Considering I have pretty much zero hairstyling experience, I think it turned out pretty good.

I put the ponytail into a bun because that part will just be under the hat anyway.

This is for my 6 year old nephew, who is cosplaying as Link next weekend. Yup, he’s spoiled and has the best aunties ever :P (I’m working on this with my sister, who is making the outfit)

A/N: This was supposed to be something small but it turned into more. It’s a really emotional subject and papa McCree just brings me so much joy. I cried a few times while writing this.

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Warnings: None


He didn’t know and there was a chance he never would. How could he? Your whirlwind romance was just that – a whirlwind. He came into your life and left just as quickly. But it’s not like you didn’t want him. You loved that man and you weren’t angry at him for leaving. You knew from the start what his job involved and that he would be in and out of your life. There was also the chance that you would never see him again and the longer he was away the more that possibility seemed real.

You laid there and rubbed your growing stomach, as you did since you found out, and thought about that man you loved – your Jesse McCree. He wasn’t really yours though, was he? Not anymore, at least. Every night you wondered where in the world he could be now. You would be sure to tell the child about his father. The child would know its father was out there making the world a better place – saving the world even.

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Dating Carl Grimes would include…

-probably knowing each other from a young age

-he’d try to push away his feelings at first, thinking it was ridiculous to have a crush in an apocalyptic world

-he’s not a fan of PDA, but you’re pretty much always holding hands. He likes the way it feels, like he can keep you safe from harm

-sex with Carl the first time would be fumbly, giggly and semi-awkward, but he’d try his best to make you feel comfortable

-he brings a whole new meaning to the word ‘overprotective’

-Rick Grimes. The ultimate cockblock

-Michonne teasing him to no end bc she’s actually such a dork

-Daryl not approving at first when his Uncle Instincts™ kick in, but gradually warming to you as it becomes clear how much you care about Carl

-which you do

-a lot

-literally he’s run out of flannels after you keep stealing them. Where are they? Who knows? Not him

-he’d let you wear his sheriffs hat

-when you wanted to put yourself in harms way he’d totally just tie you to things.

-“Carl Grimes did you just tie me to the fucking bedpost?”

-“…yes??”

-him being scared to death and blaming himself whenever you get hurt

-which almost never happens, because he’s always at your side

-you’re the only one he can take off his mask around, because h knows you’d never judge or pity him

-when he loses his eye, he’s terrified you’ll leave him

-you pressing soft kisses to the bruised skin around the bandage and assuring him you’ll love him no matter what

-when you become friends with Ron, oh boy

-ya’ll ever seen a jealous Carl? What a sight to behold

-but honestly, his jealousy will mostly just ensure that he’s closer to you than ever, arm around your waist and being a deadpan snarker to anyone he considers a threat

-like Ron

-fights with him are rare but when they do occur, Jesus. Take shelter. Mostly you’re arguments are caused by bottled-up feelings. It just takes something petty to set you guys off, and then it’s like someone has lit the wick on a bomb.

-usually, after these fights, you give him the cold shoulder until he apologises

-honestly??? Carl giving you puppy dog eyes??? Or eye, I guess. I’m going to hell

-trying to keep him grounded when he subtly develops a thirst for bloodlust

-he acts colder toward you, and pushes you away

-at first, you’re angry, but under close observation you realise Carl’s cold facade is a crudely-put-together mask and the boy you love is absolutely not okay

-comforting him, maybe with words, or hugs, or sometimes making love

-doing whatever it takes to protect the other

-understanding the term “soulmate”

-he will absolutely destroy anyone who lays a hand on you, man and walker alike

-sometimes his violence frightens you, which makes him feel immensely guilty

-“I love you, Y/N. And, I’m sorry that you have to watch me become this person. And I’m even sorrier you think I’m worth sticking around for.”

-“You are worth it. You’ll always be worth it. I love you, Carl Grimes.”

Secrets || Hogwarts AU! || 01

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader // BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 3.3k 

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Torture, Slight Smut, SLOW UPDATES! UNEDITED!

Description: As the newcomer of Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, you are immediately sorted into a house and given an escort to show you around the school, and attempt to make new friends.

A/N: I read a really good Jimin Hogwarts AU one shot and this really got me inspired! @dest-writes thank you for your amazing Jimin x reader Hogwarts AU! - Lonely Hearts Club! <3 

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Your body trembled visibly, as you stood before the giant eagle statue which was the entrance Professor McGonagall’s office. After Dumbledore’s death over 20 years ago, McGonagall had taken over and become the new headmaster of Hogwarts. Over the years, many former students who fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, have come back and become teachers at the school. You, on the other hand, were a new student. You originally went to Beauxbatons Academy, until your parents made you move. They believed that Beauxbatons Academy focused on beauty rather than education. So they suggested Hogwarts, as it was one of the best known wizarding schools for education. 

“Sherbet Lemon,” Professor Longbottom’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at the man questionably. “The ‘password’ was Dumbledore’s, Professor McGonagall wanted to keep it, for the memories,” he explained, his tone of voice changed, to a saddened one.

“Sorry, I hadn’t realised,” you muttered in reply, fidgeting on the spot.

“It’s quite alright Miss (L/N). Now let us head up, shall we? We don’t want to meet Professor McGonagall waiting,” Longbottom smiled as he guided you up to the office. “Please go in, she’s expecting you,” and with that, Professor Longbottom turned around and left.

Quietly you opened the door and stuck your head out from behind it. Your eyes widened in awe as you stared at the marvellous house sized office. At each side of the room, stood two large staircases, leading up to a globe of some sort. and in the middle of the staircases stood a desk, where Professor McGonagall sat, staring at you from above her glasses. Quickly she adjusted them further up the bridge of her nose and stood up, her long green robe dragging behind her on the floor.

“Good Evening, Miss (L/N). To be honest, I was expecting you sooner,” she spoke in a stern tone, clearly disappointed at your late arrival.

“I’m sorry Professor McGonagall, I had a little trouble with my parents before I arrived,” you replied quietly, rethinking over your argument with your parents before you left.

“Hmm, alright but please do arrive earlier, I began to worry when you hadn’t arrived. I feared something wrong had happened on your journey,” she sighed in frustration. You nodded, understanding where she was coming from.

“So, uhm? If you don’t mind me asking, why am I here?” you questioned.

“Ah yes of course! We need to get you sorted into your house,” Professor McGonagall replied, more cheerfully than she was seconds ago. When you didn’t reply she continued. “Hogwarts has 4 houses. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. Each house has different traits, and the sorting hat will put you into the one he sees you fit best,” she continued after a short moment. “Hufflepuff represents the hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play in a person. They are kind and try hard to find a way to make others happy.”

Your eyes widened when Professor McGonagall spoke. The way she talked was inspiring, confident and intelligently. She knew what she was doing and she definitely wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.

“Ravenclaw values intelligence, knowledge, and wit. They represent how power isn’t always found through brute strength, but can rather be found through the mind. They are hard working and strive for improvement. Ravenclaws don’t believe in failure and will continuously work hard to get where they want in life.”

“So basically-” you were immediately cut off when McGonagall put her hand up to shush you.

“Gryffindor represents the bravery, daring, nerve, and chivalry in a person. Gryffindors prefer to take the lead, as they are normally relied on during tense situations. Just like Ravenclaws they also work hard, but they work hard to protect people they care about and aren’t afraid to start a fight if someone is in trouble.” McGonagall took a quick sip of her water that was on her desk.  

“And finally Slytherin. They value ambition, cunning and resourcefulness. Most Slytherin’s have a bad habit of pulling pranks on the other students in the houses, but please do not assume that about all Slytherin’s some are very caring towards, and I sometimes question the sorting hats choices, but obviously, deep down, they are cunning and filled with ambition. Now any questions before we begin?” Instantly you shook your head. “Good now, excuse me a moment. “

Your eyes widened in awe as Professor McGonagall’s body began to shrink and she formed into a black cat, her amber eyes piercing into yours. Quickly she turned around and hopped up into the desk. She then jumped up onto a bookshelf and continued to hop further up until she stood at the very top of the bookcase. Carefully she grabbed a wizard’s hat between her teeth and leapt down from the shelf. Turning back into her original form, she coughed slightly.

“I forget how dusty this hat gets over time,” her face was scrunched up, disgusted at the fact she had dust in her mouth. After a moment she cleared her throat and looked back over to you. “Please take a seat and we shall begin.”

Nervously you sat down in a seat opposite her and she gently placed the hat upon your head. 

“Ah! Another new student I see!?” the hat spoke loudly, frightening you. “My apologies dear, now let’s get you sorted! Hmm, I sense bravery, but also kindness. Hidden in there somewhere is also intelligence and cunning. It appears you have a bit of everything, but we can only put you in one house,” after a short moment the sorting hat spoke again. “I have decided. Ravenclaw!” he yelled dramatically.

A small smile spread across your face at his words. From the moment Professor McGonagall had told you about each house, you instantly took a liking to Ravenclaw. You definitely worked hard and was intelligent, so you were glad to be placed in Ravenclaw.

“Now, I shall go get Namjoon and he will give you a tour around Hogwarts. Because it’s after dinner, the first, second and third years should be in their dorms so there won’t be that many students going about,” McGonagall spoke quickly as he headed out of the office.

Moments later she had returned, but this time she wasn’t alone. A tall blonde boy stood behind her, wearing Ravenclaw robes, his big brown eyes look right back at you.

“Namjoon, this is (Y/N), (Y/N), Namjoon. I want you to take good care of her, and make her feel welcomed alright? I don’t want her coming back complaining about how much of an annoyance you’ve been,” McGonagall joked. Namjoon laughed lightly in reply and beckoned you to follow him. You quickened your pace to catch up with Namjoon and he made his way out of the office and onto the grand staircase that twisted and turned to different locations and floors.

“So (Y/N), we’ll head to the Ravenclaw common room first and let you get changed?” Namjoon suggested as he looked down at you. 

“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind,” you replied, unsure. 

“Don’t be so nervous. I’m sure you’ll like it here!” Namjoon beamed, his dimples visible as he smiled.

“Oh, it’s not that! I’m sure I’ll enjoy being here! It’s just I got into an argument with my parents before I left you see,” you muttered sadly, avoiding eye contact with the tall male.

“My apologies, I hadn’t realised,” Namjoon replied sympathetically. 

“Please don’t be sorry, it was a stupid argument over my education that’s all. I’m sure I’ll make my parents proud no matter what,” you smiled brightly at the tall male, who returned the gesture.

You both continued your way through the school until you reached the 5th floor on the grand staircase. As you went through the main door on the fifth floor, you almost immediately came face to face with a much larger door, with a plain design. The only thing making the door stand out (except its enormous size) was that of a bronze knocker shaped as an eagle. Namjoon made his way towards the door used the handle to knock on the door 3 times. Almost immediately the knocker came to life.

“Answer me this riddle!” it boomed, it’s loud voice echoing throughout the room. “Which came first? The Pheonix or the Flame?” the knocker questioned. Namjoon readjusted his robe and stood tall.

“A circle has no beginning,” he replied confidently. His smirk grew wider when they door opened wide revealing the spacious circular room inside. “Please follow me,” he instructed as he led you into the centre of the room. You turned on the spot, staring at the room in awe. The walls were painted a silvery colour, with blue furniture. The curtains also had a silver border around the outside, giving them extra detail.

“This is amazing!” you beamed as you looked back at Namjoon who smiled gently at you.

“Welcome to Ravenclaw Tower, or in other words, the Ravenclaw Common Room,” Namjoon spoke. “Now let me show you to your dorm, and then we can get you settled. As it’s only 7 pm, so my friends should still be up, I’ll introduce you to them,” Namjoon explained as he led you up to a small flight of stairs. “There’s your dorm,” he spoke as he pointed to the door on the right. Nodding you walked over to the door and opened it. Luckily for you, the dorm was empty so you didn’t need to worry about introductions with any of the other female students. 

The dorm was the same shape as the main room, and bunk beds were placed at the perimeter of the room, allowing the small gas fire in the middle to heat up the room. After finding robes, and spell books on one of the top bunks, you had come to the conclusion that was your bed. Not wanting to keep Namjoon waiting any longer, you quickly changed into your uniform and headed out of the door and down the stairs where Namjoon awaited you, sitting on one of the dark blue couch in front of the fireplace.

“Shall we go?” you questioned as you ran your hands down your robe, in an attempt to get rid of some of the creases. Namjoon nodded and guided you out of the common room.

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The walk down the stairs and to the great hall was quiet, but not awkward. The silence was almost comfortable. Namjoon had explained that if there was anything you wanted to know, you just had to ask, so he didn’t speak like most tour guides did, as he explained it ends up annoying the tourist.

Upon arriving at the great hall, your jaw almost hit the floor at the size of the room. Four long table stretched out and went to almost the end of each side of the room. Laid on the tables, was left large amounts of leftover food from dinner. And a few students sat at tables chatting and laughing about their days. The group that caught most of your attention, however, was the largest group, which had a mixture of students from all four houses.

“Hey, guys!” Namjoon called as he made his way over to the group of friends. Each one of them replied with a loud or quiet hello before he stood behind two of the boys and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

Cautiously you followed Namjoon and stood behind them. As one of the boys looked up his eyes widened in surprise and he instantly smiled.

“Who’s this?” he asked excitedly. Namjoon looked over at you and then back at the others.

“Guys, this is (Y/N), a new student of Hogwarts, originally went to Beauxbatons Academy,” Namjoon explained. You were about to speak up when he looked back at you. “It’s my ‘mission’ to know most things about newcomers, it’s helpful for my studying,” he explained.

“Ah right okay,” you smiled back awkwardly.

“Aw she’s so adorable!” a Hufflepuff squealed happily causing you to blush. “I’m Taehyung! But you can call me Tae!” he giggled uncontrollably. You laughed lightly in return.

“Nice to meet you Tae,” you replied.

“This is Jin and Jimin, they’re both Gryffindors. Jin has a bad habit of calling himself handsome, and Jimin’s just a cutie,” Taehyung explained. Jin leant back in his seat so he could see you more clearly, and blew you a kiss. Taken aback by the sudden gesture you blush deeply and rubbed the back of your neck. “You’re gonna have to get used to that by the way.”

“You’ve got Yoongi and Jungkook, who are both Slytherin’s. Yoongi can be rather cold hearted but if you get on his good side, he’ll be able to stand you. And Jungkook can be a right prankster, but he’s awfully shy around new people,” Namjoon carried on, as he pointed to each person.

“And finally Hosoek, he’s a Hufflepuff as well. He never seems to stop smiling, and except a lot of screaming and hugs. Same goes with Tae,” Namjoon finished as he sat down at the table. When he noticed you not sitting down he patted a seat next to him offering you to sit down. “Sadly we’re missing Choa and Hyuna, where are they anyway?”

“They had to do ‘girls stuff’ apparently we’re no fun,” Taehyung pouted childishly as he pretended to cry and clung onto Hoseok who did the same thing.

“I don’t think you’re no fun,” you smiled cheerfully at the 2 boys who were ‘crying’ moments ago. They now had huge smiled on the faces.

“Oh did you hear about the Christmas ball they are throwing for the 5th and 6th years? Originally they do it for all years, but since 5th and 6th years can’t go home for Christmas this year for exams, they’ve decided to throw a ball for us, as an apology for not letting us go home,” Jimin piped up with a smile.

“I really hate balls, they did one last year and it seriously didn’t go according to plan,” Yoongi growled in annoyance.

“You need to remember Yoongi, that was with every year, this time it’ll just be us 5th and 6th years,” Jin reassured the smaller male. Yoongi scoffed

“When is this ball anyway?” Yoongi snarled.

“I heard it was on Christmas day. The teachers allowed us to take a break from studying and have a little fun. They understand we’re under a lot of pressure at the moment and they want us to relax at some point,” Hoseok replied. The thought of a ball made you tense. Even though your mum was strict about your grades she still wanted you to be able to relax once in a while and have fun. You mother always went on about the balls that were held at Hogwarts and how magnificent they were. You panicked as you thought about the ball.

Should I even go? What if I don’t get a date? What if I embarrass myself? What if I don’t find the right dress? You had so many many questions rushing through your head you hadn’t realised you were being spoken too.

“(Y/N)? Are you going to the ball?” Jimin asked you again.

“Sorry I was lost in thought,” you replied awkwardly. “I don’t know if I’ll go. I mean, I just got here, and I’ll probably have a lot to catch up on, I don’t want to get bad grades,” you mumbled.

“You can’t not come! Seriously! Tae and I will help you find a dress any get everything sorted out for you! While you study!” Hoseok offered and you smiled.

“It’s fine. I’ve just never been to a ball before so-” you were instantly cut off.

“You’ve never been to a ball!” most of the boys yelled in unison, causing the other students in the great hall to turn and look your way.

“Okay listen here, you’re definitely going to this ball now. We are gonna get Hyuna and Choa to help you out once they come back from wherever they went,” Jin spoke dramatically.

“Okay, so what will we need. We’ll need to get you a dress, a date a-” you had cut Taehyung off from speaking.

“Guys seriously, I can be pretty independent you know. I was put in Ravenclaw for a reason. If you want me to go that badly, I’ll come. But just to let you know, I can’t dance for shit,” you muttered, embarrassed.

“That’s fine! Hosoek can teach you! He loves to dance and I think he’d be more than happy to help!” Namjoon smiled as he looked over at the older boy for consent. Hoseok nodded in reply and looked back at you. 

“That’s great, now we’ll work on that over the weekends, it doesn’t take long to learn the dances for the balls. They’re actually very simple,” Hoseok explained, trying to ease you tenseness. 

“Alright, I think about 2 pm would be the best time for me,” you said. “I’ll most likely be studying when I wake up, so I’ll need a break round about that time.”

“Good! Then it’s settled! I’ll come to your common room at 2 and then we’ll make our way to the room of requirement,” Hosoek beamed. Nodding in reply you raised your arms up and stretched. 

“Luckily tomorrow is Friday, and we’re on study leave, so we can start tomorrow, technically it’s not the weekend but still, it would be good to get started,” Hosoek suggested. 

“Alright. Anyway, I better get up to the dorm. I need to unpack and start studying I guess. Good night guys,” you yawned as you stood up. As soon as you left the boys all looked over at Jungkook, who’s eyes were on you.

“I think our Kookie has a crush,” Taehyung giggled cheerfully.

“W-what! No, I don’t!” Jungkook instantly denied his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“It’s alright Kookie. There’s nothing wrong with liking someone, but next time don’t stare at them like they’re a piece of meet,” Jin laughed loudly with the other boys.

“She is very beautiful though, and has a lovely personality,” Yoongi spoke up. The others stared at him in disbelief. “What? I think she’s a nice person okay? Plus I feel as if she’s the savage type,” Yoongi grinned. “She’s almost got as much swag as me.” Jimin groaned in annoyance as the others sighed 

“Hyung, there’s a time where you need to stop,” Namjoon spoke as he laid his head on the table. “I think I’ll be heading off to bed too, I’m really tired. Night guys.” With that, Namjoon left.

“Ugh Namjoon’s so lucky (Y/N)’s in his house!” Jimin whined.

“Why you got a thing for her too?” Taehyung teased.

“Don’t act like you don’t like her either, I saw the way you all looked at her. Especially you hyung,” Jimin pointed to Yoongi. “You actually took interest in what she said, and focuses all of your attention on her,” Jimin snapped.

“So what? She’s cute. You jealous you’ve got competition?” Yoongi taunted. Jimin huffed.

“We’ll see who she chooses, plus I’ll be asking her to the ball,” Jimin replied proudly.

“In your dreams idoit!” Hoseok growled lowly. “I’m teaching her how to dance, therefore I should be taking her!”

“No way! I was the one that suggested it! So I should take her!” Jin piped up angrily. 

“How about this? Whoever she dances with at the ball will be hers,” Taehyung spoke up.

“Guys! Stop it!” Jungkook groaned. The others glared at the maknae in annoyance. “Think of it like this okay? We’re fighting over a girl, we’ve barely known for like 30 minutes. She might not even think of us in that way! You can’t claim her, and she hasn’t even gotten a say in this! Think of her feelings as well!” Jungkook explained.

“Oh, Jungkook. Why are you not Ravenclaw! You’re definitely smart enough to be in that house. Kookie is right. We’re fighting over a stranger we barely know. Allow her to decide who she likes,” Hosoek spoke.

“Deal?” Jin asked. The others glanced at each other for a moment.

“Deal.” they all replied in unison. 

to be continued…

July 4th (Reddie)

Helloo! i wrote this in like one sitting so i’m sorry if its terrible?? but like i love soft Reddie with fireworks so

Summary: Eddie finds out that Richie’s alone for July 4th, and plans a surprise for him

Word count: 2,175

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Everyone in the losers club knew that Richie’s home life was pretty bad. They never exactly asked him about it, but they knew it was bad. They rarely stayed at Richie’s house, and when they did his parents weren’t there. Richie usually avoided discussions about parents. He had talked about them fondly maybe once in his entire 16 years of living.

Eddie often felt bad complaining about his mother to Richie. Mrs. K was mental, and Eddie often complained to the group about her, and the group often made jokes about about her. But Eddie rarely complained to Richie, about his mother, when they were alone.

Eddie never really asked questions, when Richie climbed through his bedroom window, either. He just accepted the boy into his bed, warning, every night, to be gone the next morning before Eddie’s mother woke up. Eddie hated the fact that Richie would have to go home so early the next morning. Back to his house, which he had ran from in fear the night before.

Richie didn’t mind though. He just thought it was amazing how his best friend was always there for him. All of his friends were, but Eddie especially. Richie was never fully sure of his feelings for Eddie, but they weren’t the same as his feelings for the other losers, that was for sure.

That was what Richie was thinking about, when Bill snapped his fingers in front of Richie’s eyes. They were all sat in a circle, beside the quarry. It was a warm July 3rd, and all of the losers seemed to be discussing their plans for Independence Day.

“What?” Richie questioned, looking around the group. Everyone seemed to be looking at him, eyebrows raised, wondering what could have been more important than this conversation.

“We were asking what your plans were for tomorrow, idiot.” Stanley rolled his eyes, nudging Richie’s shoulder, with his own.

“Oh.” Richie nodded, slowly. He then shrugged, slightly, remembering his plans. “I’ll probably just watch movies or something.”

“But it’s July 4th! You can’t just stay home and watch movies!” Ben protested, shaking his head.

“What else am I gonna do?” Richie questioned. His voice was calm, and had a tone of disinterest. “My parents are out of town, and I’m hardly going to crash one of you guys’ family days.” He sounded like he didn’t care. But deep down he did.

All of the losers looked at each other, and Richie immediately felt awkward. He had put a downer on the mood. He stood up slowly, looking at the sky for a second, and then back at the losers. “It’s getting kind of dark. I’m gonna head home. I’ll see you guys on the 5th.” He grabbed his bag, and wandered away from the group, listening to their goodbyes.

Whilst Richie went home, Eddie formulated a plan in his head. He then told the others. “We gotta do something about Richie!” His voice came out more desperate than he had expected.

“Ok, calm down, Lover Boy.” Stanley teased. “What do you have in mind, to impress your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“You wish he was, though.” Mike smirked, pointing an accusing finger at Eddie. Eddie’s face grew red, as he shook his head.

“Getting back to the point!” Eddie snapped. “I think we should surprise him with a party.”

“A p-party?” Bill rose an eyebrow.

“Yes!” Eddie nodded, quickly. “All of your plans are during the day! My moms plans are for us to visit my grandmother, but I can get out of it. I’ll go to Richie’s and watch movies with him. And you guys can set stuff up in the back yard, after your families celebrate. Mike, can you get us some extra food?” Mike nodded. “And Beverly, can you get some fireworks?” Beverly nodded.

“You’re a smart man, Edward.” Stanley nodded, “Richie’s gonna love it.”

“I hope so.” Eddie shrugged.


Richie was groggy, and annoyed, when his doorbell rang the next morning. He had been having a peaceful sleep, and now some idiot had ruined it, by waking him up. At 11am, as well. He opened the door, almost slamming it into the wall. Richie was working up a speech in his head, to snap at whoever was on the other side of the door. But once he saw who was on the other side of the door, all of his anger melted away. “Eddie?”

“Hey, Richie.” Eddie chirped, grinning up at Richie. He was holding a backpack in front of him, and he was in shorts and a t-shirt.

“What are you doing here, Eds?” Richie questioned, scratching the back of his neck. “Thought you were visiting your family today?”

“I passed on it. Thought I’d spend the day with you instead.” Eddie shrugged, pushing past Richie, to get into his house. Richie closed the door slowly, turning to follow Eddie through to his kitchen. “You have breakfast yet?”

“No, I just woke up.” Richie explained, and Eddie nodded, dropping his bag onto Richie’s table.

“I brought over food. Go get dressed, and I’ll make it.” Eddie ordered, rooting around in his bag for a second. Richie nodded, slowly, and walked back upstairs. He took the quickest shower of his life, and changed into his black jeans, and white t-shirt.

He walked back downstairs, and into the kitchen, quietly. He stood in the door step watching Eddie sway in front the stove, holding a pan in one hand. He had put on the radio, and some disco song, from years ago, was flooding the kitchen. Richie couldn’t help but smile, as he walked further into the kitchen. “So what are you making, Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie questioned, leaning against the counter.

“Pancakes. I even brought over toppings for you.” Eddie smiled, concentrating on the pan in front of him.

“Thoughtful.” Richie muttered, feeling his heart swell in his chest. He bit his lip, watching Eddie put some pancakes on one of the plates beside him. There was already some on it, and the plate next to it was full as well.

“There’s maple syrup, and whipped cream in my bag. Grab it.” Eddie ordered, turning the stove off. Richie nodded, letting his feet carry him towards Eddie’s bag. He reached in, grabbing the ‘toppings’, putting them on the table, and pulling a chair out for Eddie. Eddie walked over, placing the plates on the table, and slid into the seat Richie had pulled out for him.

“You know you don’t have to babysit me today, Eds.” Richie said, pouring maple syrup onto his pancakes.

“I’m not. I’m spending time with my best friend. Now stop being an ass hat, and eat your fucking pancakes.” Eddie snapped.


They had finished their pancakes by twelve o’clock, and had made their way into Richie’s living room. They had been watching movies since. Eddie had told the losers to be over by 5, organising Richie’s back garden. He told them he would take Richie out at 6. All the losers had agreed that it would look great, but on one condition.

“You gotta tell Richie you like him.” Beverly had told him, over the phone. “This is the perfect time to tell him! The losers all promise to make sure everything looks perfect, and we’ll gladly party with you two, but tell him. Tomorrow. Some stage. Otherwise we’ll never help you again.”

“What if he doesn’t like me back?” Eddie had asked. Beverly had then proceeded to tell him that she was pretty sure Richie Tozier was head over heels for him. So Eddie agreed.

Although, when Eddie’s watch beeped, telling him it was 6 o’clock, he felt sick. He didn’t want to tell Richie anymore. Fear was bubbling inside of him. His stomach felt as though it could explode.

“Can you stop that thing from beeping, Eds?” Richie questioned, looking at Eddie, who was right beside him. The couch was large, but they were still sat practically on top of each other. Eddie got up slowly.

“Cmon.” Eddie said quickly, after turning his watch off. Richie rose an eyebrow. Eddie rolled his eyes, grabbing Richie’s arm, and pulling him off the couch. Eddie ignored Richie’s protests to continue watching the movie, and Eddie dragged him through the kitchen.

“Where are we going? We still have half of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off left!” Richie argued.

“Shut up, and close your eyes.” Eddie ordered. Richie opened his mouth, to protest again, but Eddie was already interrupting. “Do it, Tozier!” He snapped.

Richie sighed, covering his eyes with one of his hands. Eddie opened Richie’s back door, looking around. The losers were scattered around the garden. There were four large blankets laid out, a table with food on it, fireworks set up in a line, a few beers and sodas in a cooler, and a few random banners.

Eddie closed the door slowly, and nudged Richie. “You can look now.” Richie slowly pulled his hand away from his eyes, and looked around.

“Oh my god!” His eyes were wide, as he took in the scene in front of him. “You guys are the best, what the fuck?!”

“It was Eddie’s idea!” Beverly said quickly. Eddie blushed, ever so slightly, when Richie looked at him. His eyes looked huge, under his glasses, and his face was practically glowing with happiness.

“Thanks Eds.” Richie grinned, throwing an arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “Lets get this party started, then!” Richie shouted, and everyone laughed at his enthusiasm.

A few hours later, the darkness had fallen on Derry. All of the losers had had a few beers, that Bev had managed to get from somewhere. Mike had decided to only have one beer, because he was in charge of the fireworks. They had all their food, just as the sun was setting, and now most of the losers were lying on blankets.

Richie was sat, beside Eddie, on one of the blankets. Beverly was sat beside Stan and Bill, talking quietly. Ben was helping Mike fix the fireworks, because it was finally dark enough to set them off.

“This is perfect.” Richie said, quietly, breaking the silence between him and Eddie. Eddie looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. “Did you really plan this all? For me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Richie shrugged slightly, blushing. “It’s a holiday, Rich. I couldn’t bare the thought of you being alone on a holiday.” Eddie explained, smiling slightly at Richie’s blush.

“I just didn’t expect it.. I would’ve been fine spending the day alone.” Richie shrugged again. Eddie rolled his eyes, slightly.

“I got it!” Mike called. “Get ready to be amazed!” He seemed excited, as Beverly tossed her lighter at him. Mike caught it, and lit one of the strings quickly, and moved back, with Ben. Everyone in the group watched, as the firework flew into the sky, and exploded. Everyone let out a soft ‘ohhh’, as they watched it. Mike began lighting the other fireworks, moving away again.

“They’re beautiful.” Eddie stated, staring in amazement up at the sky.

“So are you.” Richie blurted. Eddie turned his head quickly, staring at Richie. Richie blushed, instantly, feeling embarrassed about what he had said. Eddie stared at him for a second, processing exactly what he had said.

‘So are you’ was running around his head. Richie thought he was beautiful. He had just admitted it. And Eddie could feel adrenaline coursing through his veins. Was Beverly right? Did Richie like him back? Did Eddie have a chance here? There was only one way to find out.

Eddie leaned forward, quickly, and pressed his lips to Richie’s. He pulled away almost instantly, but Richie still felt it. The soft, light kiss that Eddie had placed on his lips.

Richie’s mind was scattered, as he grabbed Eddie, pulling him onto his lap. Eddie was practically straddling him. And Richie’s hands were holding Eddie in his place. Eddie opened his mouth, to say something, but Richie cut him off by smashing his lips against Eddie’s, just as another firework went off. Eddie’s arms slowly snaked around Richie’s neck, pulling them closer together.

Eddie’s lips were soft against Richie’s chapped ones. Richie’s tongue swiped against Eddie’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Eddie’s lips immediately parted, giving Richie access. Their tongues seemed to dance around each others mouths. Richie squeezed Eddie’s hips, which made the smaller boy jump slightly, and Richie smirk.

Richie pulled away slowly, looking up at Eddie, who’s face was lit up by the fireworks, still exploding. Eddie was panting slightly, and his eyes were sparkling. Richie kissed him again, quickly. Barely a peck.

They had been in there own little world, but were brought out of it by cheers. Richie peered over Eddie’s shoulder to see their friends, clapping and cheering, and staring at them. Eddie turned his head, looking at them and laughing quietly, before turning back to Richie, gazing down at him. They both stared at each other for a second.

“Happy 4th of July..” Eddie mumbled, kissing Richie again.

applecrone  asked:

While I completely agree with your yoi hp sortings personality-wise, I have a hard time believing Yuri "Let me ruin my stealth mission for this tiger shirt" Plisetsky wouldn't hold the hat hostage until it put him in the cool cat house.

….he would absolutely TRY.

hat: hmm, let me see here. you’re a tricky one. could go one of two ways!

yuri: right well I want the lion one.

hat: lol kid you’re either a snake or a badger. you’re burning with ambition to be the best, but you already know it’s going to take grindingly hard work.

yuri: FUCK YOU. GIVE ME THE LION. what do I have to do? pretend to be loud and friendly and care deeply about stupid things? I can do that. I can rehaul my personality, or fake it for seven years, if that’s what it takes. no problems.

hat: “…SLYTHERIN!”

anonymous asked:

Reader is kidnapped by heroes for interrogations, and is tortured. Films of the torture are sent to the squad. Reactions? Rescue?

REACTIONS

Black hat: Hes fucking pissed. The fact that a hero would DARE kidnap his damn employees? Out-fucking-ragous. He fucking fumes as he forces flug to create a device that will fucking OBLITERATE the hero.

Dr Flug: He’s not only pissed, but EXTREMELY worried, he doesn’t even need Black hat’s command to make something that will kill the hero, he just does it. He hopes to whatever gods are up there that you’re okay.

Demencia: She’s absolutely furious, so fucking mad that she HELPS Dr Flug, rather than hinder his progress. Nobody takes her best friend and possible crush away from her.

505: He is EXTREMELY, EXTREMELY worried, he also tries to help as much as he can. He does most of the house work and feeds everybody while they work on getting you back.

THE RESCUE

Black Hat: He fucking storms into the hero’s lair, destroying everything in his way. He disembowels the hero, making sure he dies VERY painfully. When he finally finds you he’s so relieved that you’re alive. He goes as far as to carry you back home if you’re too weak to walk.

Dr Flug: His device was enough to break through the door to the lair, he runs all over the place, searching for you. When he finally finds you battered and beaten he freaks out. He puts his doctor skills to work, fixing you up as best he can before placing you on his back to run back to Black hat and the others. He increases security around your room and makes sure you ALWAYS have some sort of self-defense with you.

Demencia: She was the first one to go in, moving fast enough through enemy lines that nobody had noticed her through the commotion. When she finally finds you she’s so happy she almost cries. She throws you over her shoulder, launching herself back to the others. A few days after the incident she NEVER leaves your side. She’s almost always around the corner or behind you.

505: He didn’t assist with the rescue, instead he opted to stay home to wait for you. When you get back he’s all over you, helping you with EVERYTHING. He even sleeps with you, just in case something happens during the night. 

Surprise! (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

Can you do an Auston Matthews imagine where his long term gf surprises him by coming to visit Toronto and watch him play? Thanks!!

Word count: 1857

Originally posted by dylanmcilrth


You peer out the window of the plane, the city of Toronto shining brightly beneath you. For three years, you had been dating Auston. Your longest time spent apart had been for two weeks every summer when he was away at a team hockey camp. Now that he played for the Leafs, however, it had been four months since you had last seen your boyfriend. Four months since you had gotten to see his face off of a phone screen. Four months since you had been able to hear his corny jokes at the drop of a hat and hold his hand. These had been the longest four months of your life, honestly.

But now you were on your way to Toronto and the best part was, Auston had no idea. It was Auston’s teammate William Nylander that had the idea to surprise him, actually. Auston had been in a funk lately that hadn’t been getting any better. He was getting into more little spats with his teammates; he was more irritable in general, actually; he wasn’t putting up as many points as you-and everyone-knew he had the potential to put up and; the issue that was of most concern to you, he wasn’t talking to his teammates nearly as much. Instead, he spent nearly all of his time texting you, or calling you, or Snapchatting you, or FaceTime-ing you. While you loved everything about Auston and your conversations, it was very time-consuming to always be talking to him while you were busy with other activities, and you were worried about him.

That was where Willy came in. He had called you and asked if you would consider flying up to Toronto to surprise Auston during one of your school breaks. Actually, he said that the whole team wanted you to come up. It was a team decision, he said, and everyone knew that he was just really missing you.

You booked your ticket right after the phone call.

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Embarrassing Friends- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by werenski

Ok guys I love you all a lot and thanks for understanding my break! I promise I won’t let you guys down! So enjoy guys!

Warning: None?

Anon Request: Can you do one with Mitch Marner and Auston Matthews where you meet Mitch for the first time and he’s embarrassing Auston by going on and on about how much he likes you and won’t stop talking about you etc.?

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              “So YOU’RE (Y/N)!”

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