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TRC ask game
  • Gansey: Do you have a fav historical figure?
  • Blue: Favorite constellation?
  • Ronan: Favorite animal?
  • Adam: Your proudest achievement to date?
  • Noah: Do you believe in ghosts?
  • Henry: Do you prefer writing, speaking, or some other form of communication?
  • Orla: Do you paint your nails? What's your fav color?
  • Declan Lynch: What's your dream job?
  • Aurora Lynch: What do you look for in a romantic partner?
  • Niall Lynch: Do you have any recurring dreams?
  • Ashley: Do you have knowledge about any topics people wouldn't expect you to?
  • Neeve: Would you ever want to be famous?
  • Matthew Lynch: What's your favorite season?
  • Helen Gansey: Do you have any siblings?
  • Aglionby Academy: What's your favorite subject in school?
  • Mountain View: What's your attitude toward school?
  • Nino's Pizza: What's your fav pizza order?
  • Litchfield House: Do you prefer having lots of friends or only a small few?
  • 300 Fox Way: What's the most magical place you've ever been?
  • Monmouth Manufacturing: Is your room messy or neat? Do you make your bed regularly?
  • Cabeswater: What's your dream vacation destination?
  • Henrietta: Describe your hometown.
  • St. Agnes: When's the last time you saw your whole family?
  • The Barns: Describe a memory of yours from childhood.
  • The Grey Man: Describe your ideal date.
  • Maura Sargent: If you were lost somewhere, who would you want to find you?
  • Persephone Poldma: Have you had any important mentors or teachers?
  • Calla Johnson: What's your favorite thing to drink?
  • Mallory: Coffee or Tea?
  • Colin Greenmantle: What languages do you speak?
  • Piper Greenmantle: Chapstick, Lipstick, or Lipgloss?
  • Jesse Dittley: What's your favorite flower?
  • Whelk: What's your biggest regret?
  • Kavinsky: Are you easily distracted?
  • Opal Lynch: Describe your best friend.
  • The Pig: What's your dream car?
  • The BMW: Do you consider yourself a good driver?
  • White Mitsubishi: What's the most dangerous thing you've ever done?
  • The Hondayota: Do you have any goals you are working towards?
  • The Dream Pig: If you were going a road trip, what would be your top 3 must-see destinations?
  • Gwenllian: What's your fav song/album/artist to listen to right now?
  • Glendower: What time period in the past would you want to live in?
  • Chainsaw: Do you have any pets?
  • Boat shoes: What quirks do you have that make you unique?

I just got this great comment by aronin3151984 on AO3 and now I can’t help imagine this:

[Villains and Heroes are in the middle of a dramatic standoff]

Doom (sneers): You and your precious band of misfits don’t have a chance, Captain America!

Crossbones: Yeah! Because we will have Iron Man!

Tony (raises eyebrow in surprise)

Rhodey (sarcastic): Oh really?

Crossbones (smirks): Yes. Now come, join us on the Dark Side, Stark, because we have COOKIES!

Henchman #367 (pulls out basket of freshly baked, still warm cookies with melted chocolate chips)

Rhodey (horrified): Oh shit.

Captain America (laughing): Tony would never betray us for cookies of all things

Tony (stares intently at cookies with wide, glazed eyes)

Captain America (laugh falters): Tony? …uh oh…

Rhodey (desperate): Tony, NO! REMEMBER YOUR OATH!!!

Tony (shakes head): Right. Right. LOKI! GET OVER HERE!!

Everyone (blinks in surprised confusion)

Loki (doesn’t move, challenging): And why should I do that, Man of Iron?

Tony (blissed out smile): Because the Dark Side may have cookies but the Light Side has COFFEE

Villains (staring at Loki in alarm): !!!!

Loki (looks torn)

Tony: And take the cookies with you!


Villains (sadly skulking off to their secret emergency hide-outs, muttering): coffee…coffee…WE SHOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THE COFFEE!!!

スタジオ生出演、羽生に聞く by hana02015

Rudimentary Japanese translation of some interesting points from Yuzu’s recent interview because it’s quite comprehensive and I’m not sure if someone’s subbing it~~ (note: my Japanese is far from perfect so corrections are welcome- this is more of the ‘gist’ of the conversation and not word for word)

  • Said his season began with injury so he was essentially starting from behind the line, but also because of the hard times, he was able to grow
  • Re: Worlds - announcer praised his perfect FS and Yuzu said it was to the point where people were asking if he failed the short on purpose to trigger his fighting spirit lol but he admits that he probably wouldn’t have skated the FS with that sort of spirit if he had done well at the short so he needs to keep improving
  • Re: WTT Yuzu said doesn’t usually get the chance to watch other people’s performances from close by. Seeing the ladies skate so cleanly, he realised that the high level of this era of competition, where even the smallest mistake will cause you to drop in the rankings. In the Mens, it’s not simply that you have to jump quads, you also can’t miss. He said that was very instructive and he learned a lot
  • Re: New Quad Era’ and the 4A. Yuzu said he’s tried it during practice in the off-season but it’s difficult – says it’s a special jump (due to the entry method) with high risk and so he has to consider risk of injuries etc. when practising it
  • TV station made a hologram/projection of Yuzu landing a 4A. Yuzu: ‘whoaa this is cool, I want to jump with it’
  • They say he has to jump 17cm higher than for the 3A. Yuzu: ‘huh, it sounds quite high but it’s…kind of really just my hair isn’t it?’ He’d also need to land 1.1m further than 3A and rotate 10% faster. Yuzu fairly unfazed: ‘Looking at it now, I feel like I…can probably jump that?’ and thanks them because he feels like he can visualise it now, thanks to the hologram lol
  • Yuzu’s old (first?) skating teacher was all like: ‘I feel like conversation about quints is coming closer’ lololol
  • Yuzu doesn’t feel particularly unnerved/scared that the sQuad are younger than him. Said he knew Shoma since very young and though Shoma is a kouhai, after fighting through the competitions together, he also sees Shoma as a nakama ( ; u ; )
  • more discourse on quads: Yuzu says what helps you land the quads is not really young age/experience but ‘sense’ for the jumps
    • The next part was hard for me to understand since I didn’t pick up on all the words but I think the gist of it is that successful jumping comes down to each individual and if you have the instinct for it, a ‘challenger’ can come from anywhere
    • 最終的はそれぞれの個人の体((退学に合わせたもの)))??? idk guys soz lmao
  • They were like ‘can you…land the lutz in practice? should we put a circle or triangle?’ and yuzu laughed and was like ‘t-triangle….’, implying his Lutz isn’t perfect yet 
  • ‘It’s a hard jump but it’s fun! Since the season is finally over and we’re finally free from competitions, I wanted to try it.’
  • Says he’s not going to put the Lutz in the Olympic program - says having a lot of quad varieties does not mean you can win
  • they talked a bit about the 3/11 earthquake and Yuzu said bc he had the experience of losing his home-rink and still remembers the hard times that followed, he’s always quite happy and grateful to be able to practice in a rink
  • Has absolutely no plan for Pyeongchang at the moment LMAO
  • first plan for off season………wants to improve a lot of skating skills (#typical), esp 4Lz and the 3Lz because 3Lz went a bit weird (bc he’s practising 4Lz?) lmaooo
  • Goal for next season: ‘Towards perfection’ - 理想の先へ (literally: towards the ideal destination but he implies he means ‘beyond’ the ideal). He’d characterise this season (with the Loop) as a season of getting closer towards the ideal. Next season he wants to surpass the current ‘ideal’ he has. People say you shouldn’t have limits but Yuzu thinks it’s good to have limits, but if you set your own limits, you should set them higher than you’re able to achieve right now (I think? I’m not entirely confident I’m hearing it right)
  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* Oh...be quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* So...so that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.

Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

Parts:  one | two | three 

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I had no idea how to converse with any of the people I was stood with. We’d all kind of awkwardly repeated our names to one another as we made our journey to the bar, but I still couldn’t remember most of them. It just didn’t process.
Curls was getting in the first round, like he had promised, and everyone was kind of looking around the group as we crowded against the bar like, what the fuck are we doing here? I didn’t think anyone wanted to continue the session, even if it was with drinks in our hands.

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Colors Of The Girl // Draco Malfoy // Pt. 1

Originally posted by rosaesse

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Type: Fluff? Kinda Angsty at first. Gifs inserted throughout.

Word Count: 2719

Summary: Metamorphmagus Y/N loses her mother when she was working as an Auror. Since then, she has had avoided human interaction at all cost. Draco didn’t know anything about what she was, so when her hair change colors before his eyes when he was giving her a hard time, he’s in total shock.

A/N: Pt. 2 coming soon. Not sure how I feel about this one… pt 1 isn’t very interesting between them… but next part will be better I promise! lmk what you guys wanna read.

Warnings: Suicide ment./self hatred, swears, name calling, physical violence, self-harm, suicide attempts… just some really deep shit.

Part 2 Part 3

Your free period was always the worst “class” for you, it gave you time to think… to thrive… to hate. Yourself. Her. The person that did this to you. Anyone. Everyone. If you had a chance to hate you would, you had to let your emotions out somehow. Since the second you first heard the news last summer, your hair had been a deep Navy Blue, besides a moment of confusion and anger here and there, flashing other emotions but always returning back to blue. Most days you spent sat out by the Black Lake or in the room of requirements. No one bothered you there.

But since the last snowfall, you’d been spending your free period in the library, sat far in the corner… it was warmer there. Most days you were left alone. Other days someone would try to flirt with you, or just spark up a conversation, but you never allowed it to last long.

Now, you sat waiting for the other students to leave for Christmas break, sitting in your corner of the library, no other student to be seen. That is… until the door creaked open revealing “The Slytherin Prince” and his usual entourage, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise Zabini. The pale haired boy was talking loudly as he walked in. That is… until he saw you.

Originally posted by melodymaysecret

“Look what we have here,” He said walking towards you, even though he never intended for you to be here. “Little Miss Quarter Blood.” He scoffed as he stopped in front of your table. “Not even good enough to a half-blood yeah? Your filthy half-blood mother had to get knocked up by some muggle and made you. Fucking waste don’t you think Pansy?”

“Such a disgrace. You shouldn’t even be a witch, you filthy whore.” Pansy spoke nastily. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t say anything. You just looked at them tiredly, wanting them to leave you in peace.

“You need to leave Y/N. Get out. I need to have a private conversation.” He practically spat his words at you. You looked at him, and in a complete monotone, you spoke;

“Why don’t you just go to the room of requirements like you have been every other night?” He was frozen in place, “I’m quite sure no one will be there.” You looked back down at your book. You heard him chuckle, then you felt your hair being pulled, and your shoulders slammed up against the wall.

“What would you know about that?” His eyes were narrowed down to slits, glaring at you intensely.

“Enough that you should just leave me alone before you give me a good reason to tell anyone what you’re doing in there.” You spoke in the same monotone. His grip tightened and he leaned closer to you.

“You don’t know anything.” He hissed into your ear. His friends looked entertained behind him. You only had to say one word;

“Vanishing Cabinet.” You whispered in his ear, making sure no one could hear you but him. He slammed your head back against the stone so hard you felt the heat of blood flowing down your scalp. He began to speak;

“If you tell anyone so help me Merlin I will-”

“Kill me? It won’t work I’ve already tried.” Your voice did not shake. His facial expression fell.

“You’re your mothers’ daughter all right. Too bad you don’t have parents to go home to this week. A filthy family you had. Father died straight off the bat. Mother dies just as you’re growing up. Must feel good to be an orphan.” He choked out as if he didn’t want to say it. He watched as you looked down at your shoes and slowly, hair by hair, the color that he clenched in his fist began to turn a violent red. He let you go and backed away slowly. You looked up to meet his cold face, your eyes now a screaming red.

Originally posted by ruberolaluna

“Malfoy we should go. Now.” Blaise said, beginning to back away. Before he had a chance to respond, you were verbally assaulting him.

“I’d rather be an orphan than be like you and have a father that doesn’t love me. Even worse, a mother who’s making no effort to ever stand up to what your father does. How ‘bout you roll up your sleeves huh? Let’s see what your mother let your father do to you.” He looked horrified. You, the quietest girl he’s ever met, was now going off. “Come on Malfoy!” You laughed, throwing your head back. “You wear it proudly right? Yeah?” You turned, “How ‘bout you Zabini? I know you’ve got one too. I’m not ignorant like everyone else. I can see it clear as day. So come on!” You were yelling now, “own up to it!” They all looked at you in shock before scrambling away. 

“Freak!” Pansy shouted after her as the door closed behind her.

It was two nights later, and you were in the Room of Requirements, sitting on a small sofa surrounded by bookshelves. It was really the only uncluttered part of the enormous room. From where you were, from the left of the door, you had a clear view of the door. That’s how you’d seen Draco all those times. But he’d never thought to look your way.

You’d noticed that he too stayed at Hogwarts this break, though you hardly saw him, you spent most of your time where you were sat now, reading endlessly until you’d fall asleep on your little brown sofa. You were at that point now, your eyes fighting to stay open to read the words on the page, your other senses becoming less keen.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding out.” Startled by the unfamiliar voice, you reached for your wand and held on tightly as you pointed it in their direction. Here he stood, his hands out in front of him as a sign of surrender. Draco Malfoy. “This is how you knew.” He spoke quietly as you lowered your wand cautiously.

“You aren’t exactly cautious. Anyone could have been here, you’re lucky it was someone who doesn’t care if they live or die.” You spoke bluntly.

“I suppose,” He lifted a hand, pointing to the other end of your cozy sofa, “May I sit? I believe we have some things to discuss.” You shrugged and told him he could do whatever he wants, so he took a seat four feet away from you.

“We have nothing to discuss. We could never talk to each other again and I would be content.” You spoke in your flat voice, which seemed to lose its depth when your mother died.

“I want to know what the colors mean.” He spoke when he realized that going around the point wasn’t going to work in his favor.

“Read a book and you’ll learn all about it.” You retorted. “That’s not something you ask someone. That’s like me asking what your stupid dark mark means. But I’m not dumb so I already know.” You ran a hand through your blue hair.

“You’re not scared of me?” His voice was quiet.

“Of course I’m not scared of you.” You looked away before mumbling, “I’m not scared of anything anymore. You lose fear when you have nothing to fear for, had I the need to fear for my life perhaps I would be afraid. Even then you wouldn’t kill me. But my life ended when she died. I have nothing to live for.” You didn’t meet his eyes, unsure as to why you were spilling all this information to him.

“Love?” You scoffed at his comment, a stripe of yellow coming from your roots and flowing out the ends of your hair.

“Love isn’t real, simply a societal stigma towards enjoying someone.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the cushions.

“Love is real. I feel it every day.” Your entire head of hair turned green as he spoke.

“Well, whoop di doo good for you!” You rolled your now green eyes and glared at him, your hair fading back to blue. He then had an idea. He wanted to see how many different colors he could make your hair.

“You know I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I really am. I know it was wrong of me to say those things.” You were skeptical, small twinkles of Silver waved through your hair and speckled in your eyes. His words were honest. They had meaning behind them. “You know you’ve got really nice eyes, almost as nice as your smile.” Your hair was now a very light pink before fading to white.

“What are you doing Malfoy. What are you up to? Buttering me up so I don’t tell anyone about your stupid plan to kill everyone? I don’t care I’m not going to tell anyone. Just leave me alone.” Your hair was a pale orange for a moment before fading back to blue.

“Okay fine.” He hopped up, “Which one of these books-” He gestured all around him to the semi-circle of bookcases around you, “-will tell me about… your… hair.” You rolled your blue eyes.

“Why are you so suddenly interested in it.” You muttered, not actually looking for a response, but you got one anyway;

“You see my darling Y/N,” He took steps toward you, “Have caught my attention, and quite frankly I want to break you down and get to know you. One way to start is that… beautiful hair of yours.” He gave a nasty smirk, “You should expect to be seeing a lot more of me.” You scoffed and just pointed to the bookshelf where he would find the book he was looking for.

Originally posted by dracoharry

Once he sat down again, he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, preparing to make a cheat sheet for himself. By the time he had finished his cheat sheet and gathered what he wanted to know, he had noticed that you had dozed off, your knees tucked to your chest as you rested your back against the arm rest. Your hair was yellow, your eyes closed peacefully.

He looked down at his cheat sheet. In small sloppy writing it said:

Pink - Embarrassed / Flattered

Blue - Sad / Distressed

Purple - Love

Yellow - Happy / Amused

Orange - Frustrated / Annoyed

Red - Angry / Furious

Green - Envy / Jealousy

White - Mixed emotions

Grey - Confused

Black - Scared / Terrified

Brown - Calm / hopeful

This was the first time he had seen you happy. He began to wonder if you would ever be happy awake.


You and the Slytherin Prince had been spending some time together, you’d never object to having someone around to talk about books with. He often tries to bring up other subjects, asking about you or talking about school, but you just want to talk books. Some days you two read, some days you would sit in a big red chair that Draco dragged across the entire room of requirements and read while he would silently work on the vanishing cabinet. Not a ton of talking would occur in the first couple hours, only occasional ‘are you hungry?’ or ‘are you enjoying it?’ from him. From you it was mostly, ‘how’s it coming?’ or ‘would you like some help?’

You sat there now, the Malfoy Heir sitting only a few feet away from you on the floor, frustrated and slumped down in anger. You sat sideways in your chair, deep into Modern Herbs and Healing Volume VII. 

I can’t figure this damn thing out!” He groaned in frustration.

“May I offer my assistance?” You spoke, letting the spine of your book fall closed.

“No… I have to do this myself. I have to.” He ran his hands through his platinum blonde hair.

“Okay… Whatever.” You simply opened your book and kept reading for a moment before letting your book fall closed again. “Malfoy?” Malfoy turned to see your hair slowly during brown, strand by strand. “I noticed… your marks aren’t particularly good in  Astronomy… I was wondering if you maybe wanted some tutoring?” He smiled lightly at you, then opened his mouth to speak. “Actually, don’t answer that… just meet me in the astronomy tower tomorrow night if you want help, if not… just don’t come.” You stood up and dismissed yourself, your hair still brown as you hoped to be joined by Malfoy tomorrow night.


The next day, your hair wasn’t quite as blue, it was more blue with thin brown highlights, hardly noticeable, but it wasn’t invisible either. Pansy caught onto this quickly and approached the y/h table at breakfast.

“Well hello there Bitch Y/L/N.” She snarled, shoving your plate away from you and sitting on the table in its place, making your hair flash orange before turning back to completely blue. You said nothing as she watched you for a reaction, which you didn’t provide her with. “Oh come on, you’re so boring.”

Unintentionally, your eyes drifted over to Draco to get some sort of help… he was the only person to seem to maybe care for you. He was watching everything go down with his friends, they were all shoving each other and laughing at you. It was then when you realized he didn’t actually care for you at all, he just didn’t want you to rat him out about the cabinet. You were pulled from thought when Pansy laid a solid smack on the back of your head.

“Hey, stupid who are you looking at?” Pansy looked over her shoulder to see Draco watching you guys with a stupid smirk on his face. She immediately broke out in loud, obnoxious laughter. “No way! This is golden! You fancy Malfoy?” She laughed even louder. Pink streaks ran through your hair before your entire head turned white. “Why would a pureblood like Malfoy ever care for a quarter blood freak like you. You’re repulsive. I’m sure he’d rather kiss a pig than your ugly mug. How could anybody ever care about a freak like you.

You said nothing. Realizing she was right, your hair turned a deep, dark blue. You stood and walked out. What you didn’t see, was Malfoy pulling out a crumpled piece of parchment and checking what your hair had done.

You skipped all your classes that day, you just laid in bed all day, staring up at the ceiling. One by one, each strand of your hair lost all color, your eyes lost pigment. 

Originally posted by yeayme94

You didn’t feel anything. There was nothing left to feel… All the emotions were drained, all dried up. That was when you decided you were done. You left your dorm before the end of dinner and sat on the edge of the black lake until the sun had completely set. It was quite beautiful for your last sunset, but surely it did not change your mind.

You wanted to see the stars one last time, but once you did, you were ready. You kept your uniform on, you simply walked, one foot after the other, into the black lake. As your fingertips reached the water, you traced designs in the water, speaking to yourself, “I always was the lonely kid with the ugly face”

Originally posted by fightingborderline

Your plan may just have worked, had you not forgotten one fatal flaw. You not showing up to the tutoring session caused Draco to worry. When no one had seen you, he grew even more concern.

Being a Prefect, he could stay in the common room after hours, which he was doing at the time you decided to take your last (permanent) dip in the lake. You also had overlooked the fact that the Slytherin common room had a window straight into the black lake.

Freitag (1)

Do not reuse, edit or copy any of my work(s). ©

Part 1 of an ongoing mini series.
Themes= 🎭 😖 🌟💣

Summary: Chanyeol soon learns that a risky lifestyle can lead to negative effects, to those around him.
Main Characters include: Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Baekhyun,Yixing & Reader

Word Count: 2,062

Part 2  Part 3

A/N: My apologies to the anon that sent this request It’s taken me ages to do this and my hands are tied with many things at the moment. 
Please enjoy :)

You rolled your eyes as you saw a sales representative headed straight in your direction with a leaflet tucked into his side bag, no doubt preparing himself to sell you a product which you probably weren’t interested in. You pushed you earphones deep in to your canals as you tried to move faster.

“Excuse me Miss. Please stop, excuse me.”
He grabbed onto your wrist yanking you backwards. Your eyes widened in shock as your back crashed into his chest. You stared down at his hand that was wrapped around your wrist viciously.

“Don’t tou—”

“I’m sorry but I need to ask you a question.” He cut you off, something that you deeply loathed.

“I’m busy.” You spat as you stared him up and down, you tried to pull your wrist out of his grip, but his fingers were wrapped too tightly.

“It’s urgent. It won’t take a moment. I’m part of the undercover police squad. May I ask if you have seen any of these faces?” He pulled out the laminated sheet and held it up to your face. Your eyes grew larger at the face in the bottom right square of the paper.
His doe eyes staring right back at you.


“I-uh, what is this for?” You whispered silently as you stared at the Chanyeol’s face intensely.

He cleared his throat as he held the sheet closer to your face.
“I can’t tell you the specifics madam but these men have been acting unlawfully, so do you know any of these faces?”

“I-no, no I’m sorry.” You shook your head as you brushed quickly past the man and half-ran around the corner of the street. Your heart was banging against your chest. Why was Chanyeol’s face on one of those squares, what was it that he had done? It had to be a mistake. Chanyeol couldn’t be a criminal.

Could he?

You let out a sigh as the smell of the Ragu wafted through the air; it was a usual Friday night. You had cooked dinner in time for when Chanyeol got home. You didn’t have to, you weren’t obliged to, you weren’t married. You weren’t even dating, you were simply friends that were house sharing but it had become your Friday night tradition. You had the radio on like you would every other Friday night and you set the table like you would any other Friday night, but this particular Friday your brain was in overdrive; trying to piece together why on earth Chanyeol’s face was on that sheet and who the heck you were living with. You desperately tried to fight the thought of him being a criminal mastermind out of your head, no way could you imagine him possessing a weapon of harm, but maybe that was just because your feelings for him didn’t want you to accept the dark and distorted reality presented to you only moments ago.

You heard the door close and all of a sudden your heart was set racing again, your breath was irregular as you fidgeted with your fingers, you quickly moved your feet to walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs—

“Oi you. Where are you rushing off to? It smells sublime in here.”

You stilled on the bottom step at the sound of his voice dangerously close behind you.

“Chanyeol.” You turned around slowly to face him, his face looked innocent as per and he was smiling at you, much like he always did when he got home every Friday night. ‘Goodness’ you thought to yourself ‘what if he’s successfully killed someone tonight, what if that’s what he does every  night?’ your body shivered slightly as you looked at his big hands, veins running under his upturned sleeves. They were hands definitely capable of restraining someone and strangling them to death.

“You okay?” He asked raising his brow at you. You simply nodded back in response though you were aware that you were the least bit convincing. “You’re usually chatting my ear off at this point, why are you quiet right now?” He laughed sceptically as he squinted at you.

“I-just…the ragu didn’t go particularly well so I’m a little upset that’s all.”  You gave him a  lack lustre smile, but that lie seemed to win him over as he walked over to the pot and uncovered it; using his hands to fan the smell upwards to his nose.

“Well it smells good to me, don’t worry about it. You nail the dinner every time, believe me.” He reached upwards to grab a plate from the overhead cupboard. “You eating?” He asked.

“No. I’m not really hungry.” You mumbled. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he began to dish out his food and drone on about his long and strenuous day.

“Chanyeol.” You cut him off having heard enough of his repetitive mumbling which quite frankly you were not paying any attention to. “Have you ever done anything…illegal in your life?” You tried to add an air of absentmindedness to your question but you weren’t sure if you were being convincing.

“What?” He stilled in front of the cooker, his body straightening upright.

“I said…have you ever done anything…against the law?” Your breath was a little shaky now as you realised that Chanyeol’s demeanour and voice had changed just the slightest bit, but it was enough to recognise. He covered the pot back with its lid as he turned to face your direction.

“Why are you asking me that question?”

You shrugged your shoulders as nonchalantly as you possibly could, you were trying desperately hard to maintain eye contact with him, but you were aware that you were failing.
“I don’t know. I just thought when people were kids they often did something stupid like steal something from the shop; you don’t have to read into it…”

He frowned at you as he loosened the tie around his neck and took a step in your direction. You instinctively took one back.
“No that’s not what you meant. If that’s what you meant you would’ve said ‘Chanyeol did you ever steal anything as a kid.’ Not, ‘Chanyeol have you ever done anything illegal.’ You’re talking about the present and I want to know where such a question is coming from all of a sudden.”

You shook your head trying to dismiss the question.

“Where do you work again Chan?”
He had told you over and over again that he worked a normal 9-5 office job down in the city, in front of computers day-in day-out but now you were not so sure. However your choice of question had only led Chanyeol to become more sceptical. His eyes bore in to the back of your skull as he rushed up to you.

“Who have you been talking to?” He hissed in your face. The strong smell of the ragu was now making you sick as you looked back at Chanyeol. Tears pricked the back of your eyes as you looked at the new militant form and persona that he had adopted, his voice was harsh and his shoulders were squared.

“Chanyeol are you criminal?” You asked him outright now, since his attitude had 90 percent affirmed it all you need was the 10 percent verbal confirmation to fall from his lips.

“I asked you a fucking question first Y/N, who the fuck have you been speaking to today?”

“Why won’t you deny it? Hmm? Answer me Chanyeol.”

He sighed as he placed his hands on your shoulders, making your skin crawl. You had discovered a new found fear of Park Chanyeol that you didn’t even know could exist. In all the 5 years that you had known Chanyeol never once had he scared you. Up until this point.

“Listen Y/N this is important. You may be in danger right now and I need to keep you safe…I’ve been trying to all this time. You need to tell me who you’ve been talking to, it’s crucial that you tell me.”

You pouted as you looked up at him and shrugged.

“For fucks sake Y/N you need to cooperate with me. Now’s not the time to play games. I’m telling you that this can end very badly for you if you don’t tell me who the fuck you spoke to.” His voice was gruff and authoritative, something contrary to what he sounded like on a regular basis. “Was he average height? Brown hair? Grey eyes? Caucasian male?”
Your eyes widened as you nodded to all of the above. How did Chanyeol know who he was.
“Right and you believed what he said.” He rolled his eyes as he lifted his hands from your shoulders and ran one impatiently through his hair.

“Of course I believed him, a random stranger who doesn’t know me shows me a picture of criminals and you’re one of the 4. Besides he was an undercover policeman.”

“And did he show you his badge Y/N?” Chanyeol frowned at you. You shook your head foolishly in response. “Right well he wasn’t a fucking police officer then was he. It’s fake. He’s fake. I don’t have time to explain this to you right now I just need to know whether or not you told him anything. Did you?”
You shook your head again.

“No I didn’t I just ran past.”
He let out a sigh but you couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh anguish. He looked around the room and quickly ran over to a briefcase in the far right corner of the room he rushed over to obtain it and bent down on the floor as he opened it up. Your eyes widened in horror at an array of different weapons and contraptions displayed finely.

“Ch-Chanyeol. Why—”

“Please not now Y/N.” He handed you a small device which looked like a Dictaphone. “You need to keep this on you at all times. Please keep this on; I need to be aware of whether or not that man comes back. You can press this button also it will notify a friend of mine, but you shouldn’t need it if you keep the device on. It takes a while to start up that’s why I want you to just leave it on at all times. Okay.” He looked at you intensely. “I said okay Y/N?!”
You nodded as you swallowed. He breathed out heavily through his nostrils. “I’ll explain this later; I need to do something right now.”
He stood up and in two long strides he was out of the house. You stared blankly at the Dictaphone in your hand and the case of weapons on the floor. What had just happened to you and Chanyeol? One thing you were sure of though was that he hadn’t confirmed or ‘unconfirmed’ who he was.

Next Friday-

Chanyeol’s week had been so busy that he still hadn’t had the chance to tell Y/N what exactly had happened to her the previous week and honestly he was scared that telling her would change things. Although they had never said it outright to each other, it was very clear that they harboured feelings for one another and he was aware of just how intense his were for her. He had made one too many inappropriate jokes that he knew she had picked up on and his eyes frequently wondered where they shouldn’t. But above all she was smart and caring and that’s what lured him in the most. There was so much he needed to tell her; whom he actually was and what he actually did. But trying to safeguard her the whole week meant that he returned home at ridiculous hours in the morning when she would already be fast asleep.

Chanyeol opened the front door and stepped inside the house, the lights were on but it was cold.
He couldn’t smell anything.

“Y/N.” He frowned as he searched around, but there was no sign of her anywhere. His heart began to race. She was always at home at this time on a Friday night. And there was always something on the fire, what was going on? Chanyeol’s phone began to vibrate in his pocket; he reached his long fingers into his blazer hurriedly and pulled it out.


“Chanyeol your Dictaphone just buzzed mine. I think your friend is in trouble.”

A Sniper, A Soldier, and a Fangirl: Part 9

Prompt: Sometimes life sucked. You’d found that out early in life. An embarrassing incident here, an anxiety attack there, and voila an introvert was born. And to be completely honest you were okay with that fact. Being introverted was not a bad thing, it allowed you time to do the important things like, obsess over fictional characters, or write, or work, or study, or geek out in general. It was a simple life, but it was a good life. THen the impossible happened, you got sucked into a fictional world that wasn’t actually fictional, and found out two of your favorite characters were your soulmates. You weren’t sure if you were lucky, or just crazy.

AN: So for the sake of this plot I’m following the movies not the comics, because it makes my life easier. Also time/ story lines are about to go askew, so prepare yourself! Basically I’m playing puppet master with the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Reader X Clint Barton X Steve Rogers

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

    The best way to describe your current situation is a standoff. You’re on one side of the room, and Director Coulson is on the other. You’re in the middle of a stare off when Clint enters the office. He smiles as he moves to one of the chairs on the other side of the room, and says nothing.

    Natasha enters a second later, and her face lights up. She slides into the seat next to Clint and asks, “How long have they been at it?”

    He shrugs, “No clue. I just got here.”

    She smiles, “I don’t understand why he even tries to resist, she always wins.”

    Clint huffs, “She’s mated to me and Steve, she has to be stubborn.”

    With an expression of disbelief Phil turns to the two agents, “Seriously? You have that little faith in me?”

    Clint shrugs, “She’s won every standoff this week.”

    “I could always fire her.” He turns to face you, “I could always fire you.”

    You shrug, “You never hired me. I just took over. Now sign the damn form.” You hold out the pen and the form, and smile as Phil growls and signs it.“Thank you, Director.”

    Without another word you wink at Clint and leave the office. You’re half way down the hallway when a wave of sickness overtakes you. You beat it down, and for the tenth time that week, and you pray it isn’t the flu. It had been making it’s way around and you’d done your best to avoid it.

    It had been five months since you’d come to live at the playground, and six months since you’d come to be a part of this world. Two days of boredom had led to you appointing yourself as Director Coulson’s personal assistant.

    You argued with the man on a regular basis, but it provided you with a feeling of accomplishment, and more importantly it relieved your boredom. You’re in the middle of sending out requisition forms for new supplies when and arm wraps around your waist.  You smile back at Clint, but lean away when he leans in for a kiss. “I’m not feeling all that great and I don’t want to get you sick.”

    Clint’s face immediately moves to concerned, his hand snakes up to your forehead, and he mutters, “You don’t feel warm, but maybe you should take a few days off. Steve gets back tonight and I’m not scheduled to go out for a few days, so we can have a propper couples’ weekend.”

You laugh, “And that would include what?”

His hands settle on your hips, “Alone time. No outside forces. A bed, let your imagination wander.”

You smile, “That is tempting.”

“For both you and me. You’re officially off this weekend.” You turn to scowl at Director

Coulson.  He smiles, “We need some space. Go enjoy your soulmates.”

    You roll your eyes, and finish filling the forms before Clint wraps an arm around you shoulders and starts walking you back to your suite. You’re halfway there when a new wave of nausea comes over you. You make a mad break for the closet bathroom. Clint follows behind you and pulls your hair back as you empty your stomach.

    When you’re done he says, “Time to go see Bruce.”

    You frown, “But Bruce likes poking people with needles.”

    He smiles and rubs your back, “Come on. I’ll hold your hand and then kiss it better.”

    You grumble a bit but submit to the tests. Bruce wears a smile the entire time, while he chats your ear off. The scientist had mellowed out a bit since coming to the playground. He wasn’t as timid or on edge. You contributed a lot of it to Natasha. As he takes one final vile of blood he says, “I’ll call you down when I have the results.”

    You nod as a tired feeling washes over your body. Clint supports you as the two of you walk back. The minute you enter the suite the smell of onions hits your nose and you run to the toilet. Faintly you hear Steve asking “what’s wrong”, and Clint replying “flu.”

    Your soulmates lavish attention on you that night, bringing you soup, and cuddling with you. It’s nice and intimate, and you fall asleep fairly early. When you wake up you feel more like yourself. Your nausea is gone, and you’re beyond hungry. You slip out of bed, careful not to wake Clint or Steve, and leave the room.

    You make your way out of the suite and down the hall, the smell of the previous night’s dinner still making your stomach flop. You’re halfway there when you hear someone call your name.

    You smile as Bruce jogs to catch up, he’s somewhat out of breath as he asks, “Do you have a minute? We need to speak about your test results.”

    The sentence makes you pause, “Am I dying?”

    His lips tilt in a small smile, “No. You’re not dying, but it is serious.”

    You follow him into a small room, and he says, “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up?”

    Your brow furrows, “Did you sleep at all last night?”

    “A bit … in my lab. If I’d gone back to the suite, I would have blabbed, and I figured you should be the first to know. Natasha always knows when I know something she doesn’t, and then she becomes like a bloodhound on a hunt.”

    “Know what?”

    He smiles, “You’re pregnant.”

Pennywise and Periods Headcannon

Alrighty! I haven’t done any headcannons and this is also a bit of a personal rant. I have seen a lot of period talk when it comes to Pennywise and I guess it’s a bit frustrating cause they are way too fluffy. So here is my take on it. That means there is a warning in effect. If menstrual cycles and sexual stuff is not your cup of tea, please stop reading. I value my readers and do not wanna upset them. Sorry if it isn’t as romantic and fluffy as what y’all are used to. It’s a tad more serious. Okay, let the shame begin.

  • Pennywise would notice you were on your period. It would smell of iron, therefor, he would recognize it as blood.
  • He would most likely keep any questions to himself.
  • When his curiosity gets the better of him, he would ask, but in the form of a joke or in a silly way. Not wanting to upset you. Especially if something was wrong.
  • You would have to explain it to him. That it is a monthly occurrence and you do indeed bleed between your legs.
  • He would know about it. He wouldn’t be clueless. In his time while awake, he would be sure to encounter a woman on her cycle. He would probably have never asked.
  • After a bit, he would grow increasingly curious. Studying you and taking note that your emotions had changed as well as your body being more sensitive.
  • Your scent would also change dramatically. He could tell when you were sad, angry, even aroused.
  • However, due to embarrassment, you never acted on your excitement. Atleast not with Pennywise around.
  • Eventually he made up his mind that he wanted to experiment with this new knowledge.
  • While having a regular visit, he would gently coax you closer. Keeping in mind you were much more submissive.
  • He would have you lay under him. His demeanor still relatively calm. Blue eyes still intact.
  • His fingers would rub and pet certain exposed areas of flesh. Wanting to find what made you react the most.
  • With each small moan or sigh in pleasure, he grow more adventurous.
  • Finally settling between your legs and discarding any fabric in his way, his hands would grip your thighs and forcefully hold them down. Keeping them apart.
  • He would stare. His eyes now a deep orange yellow color. A more animalistic appearance.
  • The smell of blood clouding his senses.
  • After a short moment to recollect himself, his long toungue would dart out and give a small taste.
  • It would NOT taste like normal blood. (Period blood does not have oxygen in it, therefore it is “dead” blood.)
  • It would be strange for him. It had the scent, just not the same taste.
  • With yourself being excited and now much more aroused, the blood would be accompanied by your excitement.
  • That making the taste salty and sweet. So it was not repulsive in anyway to him. Just odd.
  • It isn’t until he realizes just how slick you are, that is when he grows excited.
  • The idea that he could slip inside you with little resistance was what really set him over the edge.
  • The thought of blood coating his member and sinking into you with ease.
  • So… yeah. Pennywise would most definitely enjoy your period rolling around because it was a way to please you and have you writhing under him like jello. A bloody pleasurable mess. The taste wasn’t too bad either.
  • It’s a win win.

And there ya go! That’s it all I got for now. I know it’s not that “OMG YASSS DADDY”, but hey, maybe next time. Thanks! 💕🤡

Newt Scamander’s Day Off

**Gif not mine**


Request:   Can you please do when where Newt has a day off and he decided to take advantage and do cute stuff with the reader?  - Anon

I actually kind of liked this one? Bit short tho

You were standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast alone, as always.  Newt would always be awake before you and go into his case to work on his book more, in which case you would call him up when breakfast was ready.  You softly hummed to yourself as you stood in front of the sink, when you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist causing you to let out a surprised squeak and jump.  You felt a head rest on your shoulder.  

“Hello, baby,” you said, bringing up a hand to pet Newt’s hair.

“Hello, love.”

“What on earth are you, Newt Scamander, doing up here this early?” You asked.

He unwrapped his hands from your waist and turned you around to face him.  “I decided to take a break from my book today and spend it with the most wonderful woman in the world.”

You smirked and cupped a hand around his cheek.  “Aw, you’re too sweet,” you said and leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips.

He smiled and pulled you closer.  “Now come on.  I’ll help you with breakfast for once, I owe you one.”

You both made breakfast (without magic because Noot wants to spend quality time with you).  You made cinnamon rolls (which you referred to as Newt multiple times that morning)

You both enjoyed your cinnamon rolls together as you listened with wonder as Newt told you of new and exciting things he had learned about his creatures.  Pickett would occasionally pop out of Newt’s pocket to observe the scene causing you to giggle.

Once you had both finished eating, you volunteered to clean up and wash the dishes.  (Because you’re nice and you figured Newt, as clumsy as the cinnamon roll could be, would lose his train of thought and chip or crack a few plates).  As you scrubbed the dishes, Newt busied himself in the living room, tossing every pillow and blanket it seemed he could find onto the large sofa in a huge pile.

When you finished the washing the dishes and used your wand to put them back in their rightful place in the cupboards.  You walked into the living room where you saw Newt’s masterpiece.

You raised an eyebrow.  “Uh, Newt.  What is this exactly?” you asked, gesturing towards the sofa.

He grinned, walking over to you.  Newt suddenly and swiftly picked you up bridal style.

“Newt!” you squealed.

He laughed and pecked your lips.  He spun you around once, making you grip your arms around his neck for dear life.  “I just want to cuddle with my beautiful girlfriend!” he finally said and threw himself onto the extremely soft and fluffy stack of pillow and blankets; pulling you with him.  You giggled.

Newt pulled you extremely close to him so that your head was tucked directly under his chin.  You took it upon yourself to rearrange the pillows and blankets, (Even though Newt wouldn’t let you get very far out of his grasp), so that you and Newt were completely comfortable and engulfed by a mound of very soft pillows and blankets.  Newt pressed a kiss to your forehead and cuddled up to you.  You stayed that way in silence for what felt like hours but was really only two minutes.

He sighed.  “Why me?”

“What?” you replied, confused.

“Why me?  You’re Y/N L/N.  A girl who could have any man she possibly wanted.  Why did you choose me?”

You smiled.  “Baby.  Look at yourself.  You’re Newt Scamander.  You’re brilliant, talented, loving, sweet, adorable, and many other things.  You’re… different.  A wonderful kind of different.  There’s no one quite like you, Newt,” you answered, rubbing circles on his back.

He nuzzled his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent (creep xD).  “You’re too nice to me.”

“Aw.  I love you more than anything in the world… except…”

“Except what?” Newt quickly said, sounding angry.

You smirked.  “The Niffler.”

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

The Sunrise Part 2 (Sirius Black x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

Part 1
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Part 2 Requested By: @impossibletodealwith @susie2710 @lostxghirl @arielizzlewizzle @itswilma

Word Count: 2,630

Warnings: Minor injury, mentions of bullying.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post. Most people who asked for it probably forgot they requested it…hehe sorry. ♪~ ()


“Bloody hell, Pads, what are you looking for?” James asked Sirius as he noticed him scanning the crowded hallway yet again. This had been happening a lot recently and as much a Sirius liked to believe, he was not subtle about it and it was piquing the gang’s curiosity. Sirius narrowed his eyes at James and opened his mouth to speak.

“Not what, who.” Remus corrected before he could say anything, making James wiggle his eyebrows at his scowling friend.

“Does our dearest friend finally have a love interest?” He asked, cutting Sirius off once again as Peter nudged him playfully.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sirius said, shrugging his shoulders, acting a little too nonchalant.

“Every time you go anywhere, you take a good long look before turning back to us.” Remus said as they walked into the courtyard for their break and, as Remus said, Sirius subconsciously gave a quick glance around the courtyard before focusing back on the conversation. James, Remus and Peter shared a knowing look.

“It’s true.” Peter chimed. Sirius stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept his head down for lack of a comeback. He couldn’t deny that he’s kept his eyes peeled for a certain head of Y/H/C hair for the past few weeks. You two had been meeting every morning on Wednesdays and, by his insistence, Fridays, but he had yet to see or talk to you during the day. It was as if you just appeared to watch the sunrise and disappeared for classes.

He had actually begun to think that you were one of the castle ghosts and never came out during the day, but he just brushed that off as crazy thought. Hopefully it was crazy thought. It’d be just his luck to have feelings for a dead person. And yes, he had finally admitted to himself that he was feeling deeper emotions than what you should feel for ‘just a friend’. It came as quite a shock to him, he had never felt this way for anyone else. Sure he flirted and…did other things but it was never with any feeling behind it. He just never connected with someone on that level like he did with you and it made him feel a whole bunch of things.

“Who’ve you been looking for?” Remus asked. Sirius debated telling his friends about you but he liked having you and the sunrise to himself, so he decided to keep it a secret. At least until he sorted out his feelings and you and just the whole situation. He also didn’t want to deal with the extensive teasing that was sure to come out of them knowing about it.

“Just this girl, we had a pretty good snogging session last week and I wanted to see if she was up for another round.” Sirius lied and gave the group a cheeky smirk. Peter seemed to accept this and brushed the whole topic off. James and Remus weren’t as convinced, but after a quick look between them, they decided to save the topic for later. Sirius gave a breath of relief as James shrugged casually and Remus started a new conversation.


You were turning into the courtyard with your two best friends when you spotted Sirius’ familiar frame and quickly spun around and hid behind a pillar. Your friends gave you a confused look. You just ignored them and gave a quick peek around the corner only to see him still there. You didn’t know what you expected, it’s not as if he would disappear in the space of 2 seconds. Your friends, though still confused, looked amused.

“Care to explain?” Your friend, Dovie, asked.

He’s there.” You hissed, gesturing behind you. Your friends turned to look and realisation dawned on their faces. Unlike Sirius, you had told your friends about him and how both of you watched the sunrise together (something they had disapproved of but thought was adorable). You had been avoiding him during school hours, not wanting your happy little bubble to burst.

You were also afraid he’d act differently with you outside of your time together. Maybe he’d be embarrassed by you being a Hufflepuff? Or by you being a muggleborn? You had yet to tell him that though. You weren’t ashamed of your parents or how you were born but he did come from a family infamous for their hatred for muggleborns. He was different though, right? After all, he was sorted into Gryffindor and not the signature Slytherin house of the Blacks. He also seemed kinder, though he was snarky, he seemed more…accepting?

“So? I thought you said you didn’t like him?” Your other friend, Annabelle, said. You felt your face grow red.

“I-I don’t” You lied. You very much had some feelings for the troublesome Gryffindor, but you didn’t want to admit it. You knew that your friends disapproved of him as a romantic…interest… and you didn’t blame them. He had a very long list of broken hearts and flings and you knew that he might never actually have sincere romantic affections for anyone but you couldn’t help it. He was just so interesting and funny and annoying and you loved spending time with him (something you would also never admit).

“You can’t.” Dovie said, her face becoming strict. You groaned, you hated it when she became all motherly on you. Both her and Annabelle had a suspicion that you had developed feelings for him and were both worried. They didn’t want you to come out of it with a tear stained face.

“I don’t need a lecture, mum.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Right. Because you don’t like him.” Dovie said. You nodded your head


“And you don’t wait impatiently for Wednesday and Friday mornings.” Annabelle said.


“And you don’t love it when he playfully teases you.” Dovie said.

“R-right.” You said, a little quieter this time.

“And you don’t love how he seems to be different with you than with anyone else.” Annabelle said, her brows furrowing with sympathy for her obviously lovestruck friend.

“Right.” You mumbled, your eyes focused solely on your feet. You regretted agreeing to all of those things but what could you do? You couldn’t have feelings for Sirius Black, you just couldn’t. Everyone knew it was a stupid thing to like him and whoever did was bound to end up broken hearted, but he made it so easy to fall in love with his playful smirk and genuine smile, with his witty comebacks and moments of kind sincerity.

“So is that why you’re hiding behind a pillar right now, rather that facing him?” Dovie asked. Dovie, unlike Annabelle, was more of the tough love kind of friend, maybe it was the Ravenclaw in her. And as much as you loved her, you did not want that right now. You stayed silent, not knowing what to say and keeping your now sad eyes on the floor.

“Oh, Y/N.” Annabelle said, enveloping you in a tight hug. “It’s ok to have feelings. It’s ok.” She said, rubbing your back comfortingly. “Just - just don’t get your hopes up, ok pumpkin?” You almost smiled at her nickname she used for your and Dovie. She was such an old lady.

“I don’t like him.” You mumbled hopelessly.

“Of course not.” She said, humouring you. “Of course not.”

“Watch out.” Dovie said, breaking up the moment. “Bullies, eleven o’clock.” She nodded her head in the direction of the approaching condescending pureblood Slytherins that loved picking on you and your friends. You and Annabelle were both muggleborn and Dovie was a halfblood so you were easy targets for pureblood obsessed wizards, especially the ones that were coming down the hallway now, they just loved bullying muggleborns.

You and Annabelle quickly separated and the three of you scurried away. You gave the boy that had captured your attention one last longing look before continuing your escape.


A few days later, Sirius was creeping into the courtyard at 5 in the morning, lit wand in hand. He had changed into his school robes before sneaking out, not wanting to give you more ammunition about his pyjamas. He felt his heart race in anticipation of seeing you, an almost giddy expression on his face.

You were already there, reading a book, sitting under the same tree he first saw you under a few weeks ago. He stopped moving for a moment, watching how your hair fell into your face and how you blew it away softly, only for it to fall back to the same spot again. As much as he loved talking to you, he could just watch you forever. There was something gentle yet daring about you, how you held your head up high and kept yourself open. You were a light in a sea of darkness and he loved you for it. But he’d push that down, that feeling of grabbing you and kissing the living daylights out of you, for he would not be the one to corrupt the bright light. So friendship would be the place he’d settle for.

He quietly crept up behind the tree you were sitting against and jumped in front of you with a loud “boo!”, making you shriek and drop your book onto your lap. He chuckled as you groaned and slapped his arm.

“Merlin’s bear, Sirius! Don’t do that.” You exclaimed. He smirked as he sat down across from you, running his fingers through his hair (a habit you had noticed and thought quite endearing).

“Loosen up, Huffles.” He joked, making you glare at him.

“I’d really prefer it if you’d call me by my real name.” You said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“But Huffles is just so much more fun to say, Huffles.” He replied, enjoying how you rolled your eyes at him.

“Well, if I have a nickname, shouldn’t you have one too?” You asked, rubbing your chin, pretending to be in deep thought.

“Mr. Attractive?” He suggested, making you snort. “The Great Lord of Hotness?”

“Oh, Merlin, please stop.”

“Sexy? Sir Dreamy?” He kept going, making you laugh uncontrollably.

“What have I unleashed?” You cried out.

“Goooood lookin?” He said, grinning.

“Please stop. What about sloppy?” You suggested.

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating but I’m just going to steer us back to Sir Dreamy.” Sirius said, leaning back on his hands.

“I don’t know how this much arrogance can fit in one body.” You said, shaking your head. “And sloppy fits you perfectly!” You said, gesturing to his shaggy, dark hair, loosely hanging tie and messy uniform. Sirius glanced down at him self and just shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him and tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear. In that one motion, your uniform sleeve slipped down a little, exposing messily tied bandaging over your wrist. All playfulness disappeared from Sirius’ face. He leaned forwards, a worried look on his face.

“What happened there?” He asked, pointing to your wrist. You, not having noticed your bandages were showing, quickly tugged down your sleeve. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice that.

“Nothing. I - I fell.” You said. That wasn’t a complete lie. You had fallen. Down some stairs as well. It wasn’t your fault though. The same pureblood Slytherins you and your friends had run from the other day had cornered you alone just as you were walking up the stairs. You didn’t want to remember what had happened after that, just that you had ended up with bruises and a cut on your wrist.

“Tell me.” Sirius insisted. You sighed in defeat.

“Remember when I told you I didn’t like bullies?” You mumbled quietly. Sirius’ eyes narrowed dangerously as he nodded. “Well now I’m not overly fond of stairs, as well as bullies.” You waited for him to say something, but he was just sitting there, anger evident on his face. You didn’t even know how angry he was though. The thought that someone hurt you, had caused you to fall down stairs, was enough to get his blood boiling and fingers curling into fists. He tried to tamped down on his anger.

“Who?” He said, his voice deadly quiet. You kept your head down, not wanting to meet the fury in his eyes.

“I - I don’t want to say.” You mumbled.

“What?” He asked incredulously.

“What would you do to them?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He lied.

“Sirius…I don’t want to say.” You whispered.

“How can you not want to say?” He exclaimed, shock and anger building up inside him. “Just so that I don’t hurt them?” You kept quiet, still not meeting his gaze. He released a frustrated groan. “Did you tell anyone?” He asked. You shook your head. “Did you go to the infirmary?” You shook your head again. He suddenly shot up, his hand running through his hair again. You eyes flew up at his sudden movement and watched him pace around frustratedly.

“Sirius -“ You started but was cut off by him.

“Why wouldn’t you tell anyone, Huffles?” He asked, turning on you, making you shrink away from him. “You do realise that this just encourages them to do this more, right?”

“Yes, but -“

“And if you hate bullying so much then why are you protecting them? The people that hurt you? And others most likely.” His voice rising.

“Sirius -“

“Who physically hurt you! Are you too much of a Hufflepuff to get them into trouble? Is that it?”

“No! That’s not it! Merlin’s beard, Sirius, do you not get it?” You exclaimed, standing up yourself to meet him head on. “Do you not get it? I’m not telling anyone about this because I’m scared, Sirius. Ok? I’m scared. I’m scared that it’ll anger them, make them even more aggressive. Do you know how terrifying that is? To always feel threatened and never feel like they would be punished for what they were doing to you?” You almost yelled, shutting him up. He stared at you for a moment, taken aback by your admission. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as you released a sudden sob, tears falling from your eyes. Sirius’ heart broke for you and he felt so guilty for yelling at you, for releasing his anger on you. So so guilty.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry.” He said, rushing towards you and crushing you in a hug. Your eyes went wide with shock. Sirius was hugging you. Sirius Black, the boy that never showed affection, was hugging you. You buried your face into his chest as more tears continued to fall. “I’m sorry.” He repeated. You nodded your head and he pulled you in even tighter if possible, but you didn’t mind. You loved being pressed up against him, being comforted by him. The thought that you couldn’t do this romantically with him prompted even more tears to shed.

“Y/N, you can’t let them get away with this though.” He said, resting his chin on your head and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Why do you even care?” You asked.

“Because I love you.” He whispered, almost too quietly, but you heard it. You for sure heard it. It had slipped out before he could stop it but he didn’t regret saying it, screw the consequences.

“What?” You asked, eyes wide as you pulled away from him to look him in the eyes.

“I love you, Huffles.” He said fiercely. You stayed silent for a while, a giddy laugh escaping your lips. He loved you. Sirius Black loved you. The boy who you’ve had feelings for for weeks loved you.

“I love you too, sloppy.” You said, smiling as the first rays of sunlight flitted over his shoulder.


I AM FINALLY DONE. GOOD GOD THAT TOOK FOREVER SORRY. I don’t know why I typed that all in caps lock. Anywho, I uploaded this just in time for Valentines Day (well, where I am anyway). I hope you enjoyed it and I appreciate any feedback you have. Especially on how to characterise Sirius, tips would be helpful.

Constructive criticism is welcome.



Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by Anon: I’d like to request a Bucky one shot? Where it’s pretty soon after the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier and Bucky meets a girl with a strong brooklyn accent and it helps him remember (he also thinks she’s hella feisty and cute maybe?) 

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none

A/n: I hope you like it, anon! I also threw in hella Baby Driver aesthetic because I’m in love with that movie

Tags:  @minervaem @buchananbarnestrash @illuminationunknown @aweways @aboxinthestars @marvel-fanfiction @alwayshave-faith @kapolisradomthoughts @johnmurphys-sass @captnbarnesrogers @buckyywiththegoodhair @mellifluous-melodramas @hellomissmabel @alphaabucky @justanotherbuckydevotee@heartmade-writingbucky @hollycornish

Originally posted by caps-bucky

The world seemed like a constant blur of motion, and it always felt slightly uneasy. Chaos was always the perfect cover, yet at the same time it felt like there was something missing, a piece lost somewhere in the crowd.

People walked by ensnared in their own worlds, their minds consumed with thoughts of work, money, children, love, loss, and heartbreak. They were all much too oblivious to notice the man sitting at a table outside of a coffee shop, backpack still on his shoulders, hands clenched as they rested on the wrought iron table. No one paid him any attention, and that was just the way he liked it. He, on the other hand, paid attention to everyone and everything. Looking over his shoulder was a second nature; they had made sure of that.

The man tenderly slipped off his backpack, still holding it tightly in his grip lest he were to lose it. Delicately, he pulled out a small black notebook and a pen, setting the backpack in his lap as if it were a blanket. The man carefully opened his notebook, hearing the barely-audible crack of the bound spine, and began to recite under his breath what was written on the page.

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