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Chasing the shadow || Part I

Summary: You’re Ezio’s friend. You meet him for the first time since many years.
Words: 1407
Warnings: none 
Author: Cass

[Y/F/C] - You favourite color 
[Y/H/L] - Your hair length
[Y/H/C] - Your hair color
[Y/N] - Your name
[Y/L/N] - Your last name 

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discord-ant  asked:

1, 5, and 12 for that yearbook-GIF-ask meme?

Ah, and I was supposed to specify the fandom in that last ask. Yuri on Ice, please.

Yearbook Ask Meme

1) Best Hair: Viktor Nikiforov

Originally posted by iyokatta

Lbr, y’all knew this one was coming lmao. Look at those majestic flowing locks OAO But also, his short hair is gorgeous too:

Originally posted by vitjanikiforova

5) Most dramatic: Like…I know I should be choosing different people for this. But I can not, in good conscience, say that anyone else is more dramatic than Viktor “Extra” Nikiforov okay. Georgi comes at a close second but:

Originally posted by karasufairy

Okay, so I couldn’t get a better gif, but y’all know that one airport scene at the beginning of episode two. With Viktor going all Hollywood while saying goodbye to Yakov. Not to mention that they’re on a bridge. Not at an airport. So after that scene, this dingaling had to turn around, walk right back up to Yakov, and ask him for a ride to the airport. 

12)  Most changed: Christophe Giacometti.

Originally posted by vermeerscat

Originally posted by rouge-cerise

NEED I SAY MORE

anonymous asked:

A blurb about Eric always spying on his hot neighbor while she changes constantly? Please :-)

This should be a blurb but I got carried away….it just happens! Also I know that Eric’s room wasn’t on the first floor but it’s easier like that! I will never proofread or send blurbs/bulletpoinst to someone to proofread because those are just not worth it so accept that there are lots of errors and just read, thanks

(Y/H/L) - Your hair length

(Y/H/C) - Your hair color

(Y/E/C) - Your eye color


At first Eric hadn’t really cared that new neighbours moved in and he wasn’t particularly interested in getting to know them either. It was summer and to talk to the people that would from now on live next to his house was the last thing that was on his mind.

But on Saturday evening that attitude changed. Eric was getting ready in his room. It still surprised him that Brooks and him got along since a few weeks even after all that had happened between them. Tonight him and the boys were meeting at Brooks’ house, nothing special just a typical night with beer and video games. He grabbed his car keys and turned the lights off before he went to the door but suddenly he spotted light outside across his window. Eric looked over to the other house only quickly but stopped and slowly moved to his window to pull the curtain to the side when he realized what he saw.

A girl, surely not older than him. (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair that harmonized perfectly with her (Y/E/C) eyes, at least they seemed to be (Y/E/C) from this distance and a beautiful face with a small nose and full soft lips. Eric felt like he had to sit down for a minute and sunk down to sit in his chair, his hand still on the curtain to hold it open. It was a hot summer night and she was barely dressed, probably in the process of changing. The only thing she wore was a black lacy bra and some shorts. He cursed internally, angry at himself that he hadn’t gone with his parents and Kevin when they had went over to say hello to the new neighbours, if only he had known that- Eric sucked in a breath when she suddenly opened the zipper of her shorts and slowly dragged them down her long legs to step out of them. He couldn’t believe that this goddess was now living right next to his house and that she obviously had never heard of window blinds either. He watched her picking her shorts up and neatly folding them before she laid them on her bed. Eric knew that his senses weren’t even remotely capable to determine what he saw right now but even from here her legs looked smoother than anything he had ever touched and he didn’t even want to allow his mind to wander and think about the perfectly shaped body and what he would like to do to that body. His fingers tightened around the curtain when he saw her hands moving to her back to unclaps her bra.

Suddenly his phone rang and Eric jumped up quickly, a little bit startled. He picked up and lied to Brooks about the reason he was late, telling him he’d be there in a minute. When he turned around again he noticed that the girl in the other house had already left her room, likely to take a shower. He groaned in anger when he saw her underwear laying next to her shorts on the bed. He secretly blamed Brooks for this.

Nevertheless Eric managed to leave the house and get in the car. The entire evening though he had nothing else on his mind but you. His thoughts distracted him so much that Eric was almost ashamed when Dylan even beat him in Doom.

On Sunday when Eric lay in bed at night he really didn’t want to be sneaky again and risk a look if you were about to prepare for bed but his curiosity got the better of him and he stood up and walked over to the window, leaning against the windowsill. He was disappointed when he saw nothing but darkness in your room but as if luck was on his side the light was suddenly turned on and you walked into your room.

He carefully pulled the curtain to the side and leaned against the window frame. You of course did not notice anything. You had no idea that the boy from next door was being not quite a gentleman but rather a voyeur. You were lost in your own world. You had just moved to Littleton and it was not really the place to be but you liked the nature here and had grown familiar with the people as well. You were glad that you moved here during the summer holidays and were curious about the school you would go to after summer. But the weather here was awful. It could be cold and rainy on one day and on the next day humid and hot. Today was one of the hotter days. You sighed relieved as you finally got to take of your dress.

Eric watched as you pulled your dress over your head in one swift movement and felt his body tensing. He hadn’t known that some girls apparently did not wear bras all the time and not underneath every piece of clothing. He however knew that he would probably sound like a fool if he’d speak the words out loud and even if he had never seen any breasts in real life except for in porn, he was sure that yours were the most beautiful so far. If he was an asshole he’d get his phone and take a picture right now but he was definitely not an asshole and he already feelt quite guilty for watching you.

The days went by and Eric had realized that watching you had become quite an unhealthy obsession but he couldn’t bring himself to stop or change his behaviour. He didn’t even need porn anymore.

It kind of became a ritual. One time he almost crossed the speed limit on the way home because it was not possible for him anymore to miss your nightly show.

He had never felt so relieved before when he stormed into his room and caught you as you walked in your room. He was at the same time disturbed about how addicted he had become to this but that was quickly forgotten as soon as you buttoned down your shirt.

On the next day in the morning Eric woke up earlier than usual and immediately walked over to his window. You were still sleeping. He smiled and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. When he walked back into his room, wearing nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his waist he walked over to his window again. You had already woken up and had already changed into your underwear, currently brushing your hair.

It was no longer a sexual need that he had to satisfy by watching you but he had fallen a little bit in love with the gestures you made or the way your lips curled into a smile when you were on the phone with one of your friends. Eric pulled the curtain to the side, watching you as you searched for something to wear. You had something about you that had awoken his interest. The way you did everything with careful and gentle movements. The way you stretched after a long day or the way you ran your fingers through your hair. The way you walked over to the window right now to open it and the way those beautiful eyes looked straight back at him while-

Eric stumbled when he quickly retreated from the window and fell over ripping the curtain off in the process. Damn it! He had been so careful all the time and now this. He stayed on the floor for a few seconds. Maybe you hadn’t seen him.

Suddenly he could hear the door bell ring. This didn’t have to mean that this had to be you. It could be anyone. That could be Dylan. That could be Kevin, really anyone. Eric wasn’t sure if he should dare to open the door. Sparky began to bark nervously when the bell rang again and Eric snarled before he quickly stood up. He went down the stairs, still only wearing the towel and being strangely entangled in the shreds of his curtain. He gently pushed Sparky to the side and swallowed hard before he opened the door. His heart almost dropped when he saw no one else but you standing in front of him. Eric cleared his throat and adjusted his towel, pulling it up a little bit.

“Hey.“

He said and you looked the boy in front of you over for a second before you said a quick ‘Hi’. He was clearly the boy you had seen before, the one who had stood at the window and had stared at you. His chest was still dotted with drops of water, the towel around his waist already hinting that he had taken a shower before. A shred of fabric was wrapped around his neck and hanging from his shoulders. You knew that this was a curtain.

“Interesting style.”

You commented and grasped the shred that was wrapped across his neck, gently tearing it off. Eric leaned casually against the door, trying to seem laid-back.

“Uhm yeah, we wear it like this in Colorado sometimes.“

You let out an amused huff. A voyeur but a pretty funny voyeur.

“And you also sometimes spy on your neighbours through the window? Is this another one of Colorado’s traditions?”

Eric blinked and licked his lips.

“Yeah, we sometimes do that too.”

You watched as his face turned red. He was cute, you couldn’t deny that.

“I’m (Y/N).”

You said and gave him a smile.

“Eric.”

He rasped back and pulled and grasped at his towel which seemed to slide down slowly.

“Okay Eric, listen! I have to be at the mall in 30 minutes. I would have taken the bus but my time is limited now that I had to notice that I’m not as unobserved in my own room as I thought I am and had to come over to get to talk to the person on the other side of my window. You have a car and you will drive me and we can forget about this.”

You said with a grin and watched amused as Eric’s eyes widened a bit.

“Sure.”

He said and nodded.

“Perfect. Oh and don’t forget your scarf.“

You mocked him and wrapped the curtain around his neck again before you turned around to leave. Eric smiled and closed the door behind you. Maybe this summer would get more interesting than the last summers.

Are you Jealous? Regina Mills x Reader

Request: Can you please write a OUAT Regina x reader where they have been dating for awhile, and someone flirts with the reader and Regina loses her anger from being jealous.

A/N: This was requested by anon. I really hope you like it!

Originally posted by accio-jmo

Regina watch Y/N and Emma “talk” from across the room. Her blood boiled everytime she watched Emma lightly touch Y/N’s hand, even though Y/N pulled away, still oblivious to her flirting.

“Regina, calm down Emma’s just being nice.” Snow said taking a seat next to Regina.

“Yeah, too nice.” 

Snow rolled her eyes, 

“What ever you say Regina.”

“I saw that.”

Watching Emma push a free hair from Y/N’s face out of the way was the last straw for her.

“Where are you going?” Snow questioned 

“If you Charmings are good at anything, it is pissing me off.”


“Don’t you have some place to be Miss Swan?” hissed from behind Emma.

“Yes, the station, I’ll talk to you later Y/N.”

Emma smiled at you on the way out of Granny’s as Regina just glared.

“Was that really necessary Regina.” You asked

“She was flirting with you.”

“No she wasn’t she was being nice. Besides that doesn’t matter, I love you and only you, okay?”

Regina crossed her arms and look away. Grabbing her hands you looked into her eyes and said, “Regina, please tell that you believe me.”

“Of course I believe you, I love you too.” Kissing your head, Regina heads to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To give Miss Swan a piece of my mind.”

A/N: Sorry if this was too short or maybe just boring, but you know who’s NOT boring are these people @onceuponateenpanwolfian and @letyourimaginationrun so you should go follow them.

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include...

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

I made one for Draco too :)


  • Taking months for Lucius to ‘accept’ you
  • S e x
  • You being the big spoon because even though Draco acts with a lot of pride, he still loves to be held
  • You refusing to get house elves
  • Draco understanding completely
  • Ruffling his hair
  • “Y/N, stop that!”
  • “But you look so cuuute!”
  • Draco soon loving it when you ruffle his hair
  • Having a pet cat that sometimes makes Draco jealous
  • “Sorry, babe.  No cuddles right now.  The cat got here first.”
  • *puppy eyes* “But Y/NNN!”
  • *smirks* “Maybe later.”
  • Then jealous sex (Don’t worry the cat has left the room)
  • You being able to turn him on in .5 seconds
  • Making fun of him for it
  • “You just get hard so easily it’s am–”
  • “SHUT UP!”
  • “Hehe.”
  • You giving Draco little kisses 24/7 which brighten up his mood anyday
  • Him being extremely protective
  • You being extremely protective
  • Lots of sarcasm
  • You being the one to come up from behind him and wrap your arms tightly around him
  • You being the only one Draco will show his shy vulnerable side to
  • Narcissa loving seeing you make her son so happy
  • Neck kisses
  • The professors at Hogwarts secretly talking about how cute of a couple you two are
  • Once in the Slytherin common room late at night you found Draco sleeping on the couch holding a small raggedy teddy bear
  • Never telling him you saw it
  • You being there for Draco after he gets his dark mark
  • He tries to distance himself from you during that year but you will not let it happen
  • Draco reminding you how much he loves you and cares for you every single day
  • Draco’s wedding vows lasting literally ten minutes
  • PDA
  • Him making sure no other man comes within ten feet of you unless he deems it okay
  • Stolen kisses
  • He smiles at you nonstop
  • You can make him blush
  • Like really red
  • That beautiful pale skin tinted pink
  • Deep talks in the middle of the night with two cups of tea
  • He loves making you laugh
  • You both love art
  • His behavior changes a lot depending on the people around him, but you always being there for him

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

You’re My World.

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to help comfort him.

Word Count: 2,265 (I got carried away)

Warnings: Language, fight, blood, injuries, knives, hurting!Peter, comforting!Reader, fluffy fluff, sad stuff, so much cheesiness. (Let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: For the anon that requested this, here you are m'dear! I hope you like it! I’m shit at bad ass fight scenes (really everything), but I tried. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy reading!


Walking into the conference room to discuss the mission a few hours ahead, the team is already seated.

Noticing a chair between Wanda and Peter, you sneakily take a seat.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N” Tony points out, rolling his eyes.

“You bet, Stark.” You replied, saluting and smirking.

As he continued talking about the mission ahead, you drifted away in your thoughts.

This better be a quick mission…

HGTV ’s got new episodes of house hunters calling my name.

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Your friends all crushing on Damian Wayne

• You thought they were joking when they pointed to Damian.

•You gave him the nickname Double A.

•Arrogance and Animosity.

•They had a hard time trying to figure out how to get his attention.

•Once they tried just walking up to him to start a conversation.

•Instant fail, he ignored them all.

•He constantly glares at your group when they whisper about him.

•Once glared directly at you.

•You gave a sheepish smile and a slight wave.

•Valentines day was a disaster.

•So was Christmas.

•He dumped all the presents in the trash.

•"You still like Double A?“
•"Yes!, he’s just playing hard to get.”
•"Uh… I mean if you want to put it that way.“

•You once had to grab a book from the library a couple blocks away.

•Damian was walking in front of you.

•Both ended up waiting for the stop light.

•"Why are you following me Y/N?”

•How does he know your name????

•"Not following you, just trying to get to the library. My friends would be the one’s to follow you though.“

•Damian huffed
•"Which is quite the nuisance.”

•"Yeah… sorry about that.“

•You gave Damian a sympathetic smile.

•He turned his head to the other side pretending to look at the passing cars.

•Actually he just got flustered and had to calm himself down.

•Damian stuck his hand towards you.

•"Since your not following me I wish to become acquaintances.”

•You shook his hand.

•"Friends would also be nice too.“

•For some reason he really like touching your hand.

•It was warm and soft. He wanted to hold your hand again.

•3 months later and your friends still were in to Damian.

•You stopped calling him Double A since he sometimes… sometimes talks to you.

•One day he just walked up to your table.

•You friends flipped out and swarmed him.

•"What do you need Damian?” One of your friends ask twirling her hair.

•"Y/N.“

•Everyone froze.

•Your friends all looked at you.

•"Y/N?”

•"Yes Y/N.“

•He slightly nudged your friends out of the way.

•He stood there with a stoic expression, you had a nervous one.

•"Will you accompany me to a museum this Saturday?”

•You wordlessly nodded your head giving a slight grin seeing your friends expressions.

•Damian nodded and began to walk away.

•You saw his mouth curve into small smile as he sat back down.

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Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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Little Witch (Part 1)

Pairings: It’ll be a Peter x reader

word count: 1730

Requested:  Hey can you write one where the avengers go to recruit a girl they heard about? She lives in the deep woods and uses magic. When they find her they weren’t expecting someone so young since she’s only like 14-15. They start having second thoughts but she shows them that she can handle herself. She also wants revenge cause hydra killed her family trying to get to her.

A/N: I made the reader a little older and i hope it’s not a problem. I really liked the request and i have a big idea how to continue this. I hope you like it and if so let me know in order to post a Part 2 and maybe more ;) Enjoy (and sorry for the mistakes)

Originally posted by merlinemryspendragon


It was Saturday and everyone in the Avenger tower was finally able to relax. The whole week represented a lot of missions, hours of training and a serious lack of sleep. Today had to be their day off. Nat was trying to find an interesting film on the TV but for now with no luck. Steve was in his room immersed in his thought for the present again. Tony, as always, was doing something in his laboratory with Bruce but this time they weren’t eager to make a progress so fast, so they were mostly telling each other jokes rather than work. Clint and Vision, unusually, were cooking whatever they could think of while Peter, Wanda and Thor were ready to become tasters. Everything was going fine until a familiar and detestable sound reached their ears.

“Good morning, Avengers.”, said Colson, “How are you in this sunny and beautiful day?”

“Oh, hey Son of Col! We are perfect.”, Thor answered with a bright smile on his face.

Now everyone was in the living room looking at the man in a black suit showing on the huge TV.

“If you have to tell us something good then go on, if not…better fuck yourself.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you too, Romanoff.”, the man looked with a smile at the red-head and then turned again to the whole gang, “Okay, I will go to the main part. Three days ago something extraordinary happened in woods north of Minnesota.”, bellow him appeared some photos, “As you see, some of the trees are burnt but definitely not from a fire, and this one.”, a photo showing something like spikes coming from the ground became in view.

“What the hell is this?”, Peter exclaimed, “How is that even possible?”

“That’s what you have to find out.”

“What?! No!”, Tony said angrily. “No! Not going to happen! We have a day off, Colson!”

“I know you do, but it’s important. Given the fact it’s like 7km away from a Hydra base, it may be someone used for an experiment. And we need only three or four of you to go and check.”, the man announced.

“I’m in!”, Wanda said with no hesitations.

“Count me, too”, Clint raised his hand to show that he’s ready.

“And me.”

“Peter, you are not going.”, Tony declared.

“Why not? We only have to check what’s going on, that’s all.”

“He is right Tony, and I will go, too.”, Steve stated and the four of them received the needed information.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid.”, Peter breathed out as he and the other three avengers were getting in the helicopter.

“But you are a kid, Pete.”, Steve sat down and put his belt on. The others followed his actions and soon they were high above the ground.

“That’s not what I mean. I may be a kid as I am that young but I can look after myself. I can do things just like you guys. I want and I can become a hero. It seems he…he doesn’t want me to be one.”

“You know that’s not true.”, Wanda tried to calm the boy down, “He is just afraid. You and either I are new in all of this, but he, Steve and Clint are deep in this dangerous world and know what it costs to be a hero.”

“Wanda is right, boy. I share Stark’s thoughts but not completely. If you want to be a hero, you must know that you risk the lives of your beloved ones – family, friends, girlfriends… We all have experienced the feeling of losing someone; we just don’t want you to go through this at that young age.”, Clint said while checking his arrows.

“But don’t worry, we’ll be beside your back.”, Steve patted Peter’s shoulder and till the end of the flight nobody spoke.

Two hours later the group was finally at the mentioned place. There was no place for the helicopter to land so the heroes had to get down with the help of a rope.

“So…which direction should we go?”, Clint questioned as he, the last one, got on the hard ground.

“North.”, Steve looked at his compass to make sure he was right and then led the gang towards the destination.

“Why would somebody stay so deep In the woods?”, Peter decided to break the silence.

“I don’t think they are just staying there, Pete.”

“They are hiding.”, Wanda respond back.

“Why do you think so?”

“Colson said that there is a Hydra base in the distance…I think whoever managed to escape, is now terrified and…and angry.”

“How can you be so sure? Hydra probably sent out somebody to see if he can cooperate and serve them.”, the way Steve retorted back showed he had no good feeling towards the organization.

“Because I can feel it!”

“What do you mean?”, Peter was so confused given the fact he was new and didn’t have much information about the Hydra thing and Wanda’s powers.

“Sometimes I can either get in your head or memories, or feel your emotions.”

Steve was about to say something back as his anger has somehow unlocked but Clint was the one to stop them from a fight.

“Guys! We have a work to do and right now it’s in front of us.”, Hawkeye showed the previously seen spikes, which were like 10 meters away from them, “Can you solve your problems when we are back in the base, and I am away from your childish behavior?”

Wanda and Steve looked a little ashamed while Peter was still standing there with a stupid expression on his face while trying to figure the things out. While going to the strange and kind of a scary place the gang saw some burnt trees, others had a burnt hand mark on them, others were still up but their leaves were dry. As they were becoming closer a change in the temperature was felt.

“It wasn’t that hot minutes before. I’m sweating in this costume and now my body is itching like crazy.”, Parker announced as he began scratching.

“It’s coming from the inside.”

The spikes coming from the ground were making something like a dome. The sharp sides were touching at the top, while at the bottom they were forming a circle. This ‘structure’ was definitely made for some sort of protection.

“Maybe the person is inside this thing.”

“I will try to break it. Step back.”, Wanda commanded and then, using her magic, she broke one of the spikes. As she did so, another one grew but not upwards. Instead the spike with its sharp side directed at her body was about to kill her if it wasn’t Steve to save her.  They both fell on the ground while the others two tried to save themselves from the other deadly formations that suddenly appeared from the ground.  

“What the hell was that?!”, Clint exclaimed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I don’t know but we better find a way to…”, Peter was interrupted from Wanda’s scream to watch out. But his spider senses had already informed him about a danger. He jumped and used his webs to get on a high tree.  From up there he managed to notice the small aperture.

“I can get there and I will. Don’t try to stop me, we are losing time. When I get there you will attack and try to ruin this shield. Got it?”, the young boy notified the others through his micro earphone, “Let’s have some fun.”, Peter put his mask on and jumped from the tree. He landed just a meter away from the wanted place but as soon as his foots touched the spikes others began appearing. With his fastness he got in the hole seconds before getting seriously injured.

Although he has done it before, this time Peter made his superhero landing on his ass.

“Shit, that hurts.”, he cursed out but as soon as he did he was thrown against the strong wall made from the spikes.

“Tell me who the hell you are or I’ll kill you.”, a sweet, yet dry voice reached his ears. He looked up and saw a girl around his age standing defensive opposite him with a rage written on her face.

“I’m Pet-, shit! No, I’m Spiderman and I-”, but the boy was interrupted by being sent to the ‘wall’ again.

“You are lying! If Hydra is sending you, which I am sure about, you are gonna die in agony. They’ll finally see what I am capable of! That’s what they want, isn’t it?”, the girl screamed and clenched fists. Peter, who was thrown again, managed to see what she was doing and how she was capable of whisking him wherever she wanted. The guy soon realized she was a witch just like Wanda.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. We are here to help you”, as soon as those words were spoken, the girl was ready to make that boy shut up by repeating her previous actions but Peter was faster. He sent webs towards her hands, sticking them on one of the spikes. She tried to escape but with in vain. Peter used this opportunity to scan the girl. She was his height, with a (y/h/t) (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) now full with anger. Her clothes were dirty and scattered, her face slightly sunken maybe due to the lack of food.  

Suddenly the whole structure was hit and a part of it ruined down. The girl used this as an opportunity to go away and this time she managed. She began running but the boy shoot web at her and stopped her. The witch fell on the ground and looked at the four people standing meters away.

“I’ll kill you!”, she screamed and sent a stone towards the group. Wanda was the one to create a shield with her magic and protect her friends. The girl’s eyes widen as she saw that somebody had powers just as her.

“Stop attacking us and just listen!”, Wanda spoken calmly.

“We are here to help you, don’t need to be afraid.”, a man with a soft voice gave his hand to help her stand. The girl looked up and was met by a dirty blonde hair and kind blue eyes.

“C-captain America?”

Part 2 

Soulmate AU (Peter Parker x reader)

Originally posted by toms-tights

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Soutmate AU. Y/N has been patiently waiting for years to find her soulmate. Turns out, they’re a lot closer than she could ever imagine.

Warnings: some cussing

Requested: no

I’m writing a part two to this so stay tuned!! :) hope u all like!
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Black and white have always been a permanent part of your life. Only ever seeing black and white meant no love, no soulmate. Every where you turned, your eyes followed the two colors like clockwork, that being the only things you can vision. Red, blue, green, yellow, etc; were all unbeknownst colors to you. Not even facades of memory. They were just nonexistent, in your eyes. To numerous others, they were pops of happiness in everything and every day life. But that’s only because of one thing.

Coming in contact with your soulmate.

It was odd, of course it was. You could go most of your life being around them and not knowing that they’re the one for years. You had to touch for it activate the color in your life and to find your meaningful person. Once you found your soulmate, your world vanished of the standard black and white tones of the sky and objects surrounding your being, to bright, vivid colors popping out at you from every angle of your sight. The first color to be pronounced once found, is the color of your soulmates eyes. That’s the first time you ever see what the true color of your other being is like.

But, you didn’t know what that felt like. You were sixteen years old and yes it may sound young, but the average age to find your soulmate is fourteen. By the age of thirty, if you hadn’t found your soulmate, you were given a grant and told where they were, so you could meet. Most of your friends had found theirs already, having a happy life with their significant other.

You envied their sweet relationships and ability to see the good in people and the real in everything around them. You had no clue as to what your coloring on your own body was, let alone anyone else’s. Your parents had told you that your eyes were a bright Y/E/C, whatever that color looked like, and your hair was a soft Y/H/C that glistened in the sun. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe their nice compliments, due to the fact you couldn’t trust the society around without seeing it truthfully.

That is, until one day in Chemistry.

It was a Monday afternoon, your eyelids drooped as you made your way into 6th period, setting your backpack down next to the lab table. Setting your head down on your folded arms, your groggy state almost swept you completely over until your lab partner, Peter snapped you out of it.

“H-hey Y/N, sorry I was almost late.”

You snapped your head up at the sound of the scratchy, sweet voice you loved so much, “O-Oh, hey Peter,” you slightly smiled, cheeks flushing in embarrassment at the possibility of your crush seeing you all droopy eyes and drool trailing out of your mouth. His lips curled into a sweet smile at your state and chuckled a little by the look on your face.

Oh my god, could you try and look any less attractive around the most beautiful boy in the world? Snap out of it!

He reached for his backpack and pulled out his notebook, opening it up to yesterday’s previous lab, “Hard night?” he questioned, turning towards you.

You sat up on the lab stool, scooting it closer to your table as you attempted a small smile in the direction of him, “I guess you could say Calculus ruined me last night,” you chuckled, opening up your own notebook as you started the continuation of the lab, “But the test was a breeze, so you’ll be fine,” you waved your hand in ease at the intelligent boy next to you with a slight tinge to your cheeks.

His lips pursed in a close mouthed smile in your direction as you began continue the lab from yesterday, both of you having butterflies roll around in your stomach for the duration of the period.

“Okay class, everyone pick up Solution #2 and pour it into the flask when you have completely Task #3,” your teacher echoed through your ears as you scribble down the solutions change of state in Task #2.

“Don’t forget” your teacher interrupted once more, “if you are able to see the change of color from Task #1 to Task #2 please write that down, and if not just leave if blank.”

You felt a heavy sigh echo from your mouth as you skipped past the “Color Change” section in your notebook. You grabbed the second solution and set in the holder before your mind wandered with a certain thought.

Did Peter know the color change in the solution? Which would mean he had found his soulmate. Did he have a soulmate?

The next thing you know, you’re leaning closer to his side of the table, attempting to peek at his notes for the lab. You stretched your neck, the chair almost tipping sideways so you could be able to look.

Task #3
Change of State: solid to liquid
Change of Color:

Instantly you felt your heart flutter and your stomach knot as such a little thing as a blank space could change your entire outlook on that Monday afternoon. He didn’t have a soulmate. Well, he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. The idea caused your cheeks to flush at the thought of having Peter that close to you.

You would finally be able to vision the color of his seemingly soft, lightly curled hair that fell in front of his forehead at times of immediate concentration. Or the true element of his loose and nice fitting sweaters he wore almost each and every day.

The color of his small lips that curl in a small smile every time it seems you embarrass yourself, fumbling over your words while talking in front of him every day in 6th period. To be able to see the light in the color of his eyes pop out at you when his chest rises and falls with every laugh or slight chuckle he lets out when either of you make a stupid joke, both your faces looking down in clumsiness and flushed looks.

If only you could meet his eyes with yours and at that very moment, his gorgeous sparkle would invite you to be apart of him and his love for both of you. You couldn’t even imagine how beautiful his entire being would be with the entire color spectrum spread without his-

All of the sudden you felt a spark like feeling zap from your fingertips. It climbed all the way up your arms, through your veins and lightly touched your toes. Your mind clouded with wandering thoughts and confusion as your head whipped in the direction of the feeling.

Glistening Y/E/C met a sparkling, captivating bright brown and your world turned vividly wonderful.

Tantalizing: 07

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Dom!Jungkook, Intercourse, Oral, Blowjob, Hair Pulling, Tons of Fucking Angst, Masturbating, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Slight Degrading Names?
Word Count: 6,631

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.4]

[pt.1] [pt.2] [previous part] [next part] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9] [pt.10] [pt.11]  [pt.12] [pt.13]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.

You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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Love Inversion Theory

A Peter Parker/Tom Holland Fic

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A/n: I came up with the idea while eating dinner last night and I seemed super original and awesome for some reason. I tried to make it not confusing soooo hopefully we’re good! Maybe a part two if people want it? I’ll probably do another anyways, though. 

Originally posted by koenigreus

Tags

@loeigh@calumbeans@sailorchibimoonunicorn@marvel-fanfiction@sammnipple 


“Inversion can be defined as the reversal of something or as an inverted state of an object.”

Peter watched while you sat with a young boy surrounded by text books and papers. The date you had been on abruptly took halt when you suddenly remembered that you had a tutoring session with your friend Betty Brandt’s little brother.

It was a rare moment for Peter; for once the date had to be paused because of something normal. Something not Spider-Man related. Admittedly, that was better than him exclaiming “Jump into this alley!” for purposes that were not for making out and more for super changes. Those super changes somehow managed to worm their way into the regular routine of a date. Before, when being Spider-Man and being a boyfriend was too hard to balance, you and Peter talked about breaking up. “We both love one another,” you said solemnly, “but we never have time to be together.”

The both of you tried it out; not actually breaking up, but doing a “break up trial.”

You spent a day not talking to each other-no texting or snapchats either-and no hugs between class. Nothing.

And both of you cried by the end of the day.

So that was totally out of the question.

Eventually you guys got the hang of it. Assigning roof tops to meet on during Spider-Man breaks, Skype calls during “Stark Interning” hours courtesy of the teched-up suit, whom Peter for some reason called Karen. You thought that was kind of weird but you rolled with it, choosing to not ask questions you didn’t really want the answers too.

So seriously, neither of you could survive a break up. Hell, you didn’t even like when Peter went to the Academic Decathlon last year, leaving you in New York. “I’m just,” you had said between kisses, “too in love-with you- to break up.”

“I know-” he agreed between kisses, “I feel-the same-way.”

From awkwardly asking you to the homecoming dance freshmen year, to finding out his secret, the connection between you two just grew stronger every day.

“So,” he heard you wrapping up, “does that make more sense?”

The fourth grader nodded his head. Together, you and Peter both walked the boy out where his sister, Betty, was waiting with a car to drive him home. “Still can’t believe she chopped all her hair off,” you said through your teeth while smiling and waving at the pair drive off, hoping she couldn’t tell you were talking about her. “She looked so much better with it long.” You massaged your mouth when the Brandt siblings were out of sight.

“I’m really sorry, Tiger Lily. I can’t believe I forgot about him!” you suddenly exclaimed. Peter held your hands. “Don’t worry about it,” he said assuringly, “it’s not like the day is over. We spent about thirty minutes with tutoring, that’s hardly anything compared to ‘us.’“

You laughed. “‘Us’? How long is ‘us’?” you asked, using light air quotes for emphasis.

“Forever,” Peter smiled. You blushed. “Parker…you have me wrapped around your finger,” you grinned before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

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Protection ∾ zach dempsey

Originally posted by kulo-ren

posted 4/16/17

request? yes
   “ Hiiiiii! I have a request if you’re taking them still, a 13rw (I’m a huge fan of your blog btw) where the reader is dating Zach and he figures out that Bryce did something to her (you can decided) and he loses his shit and attacks him. ”

pairing(s): zach x fem!reader , bryce x fem!reader , alex x fem!reader (platonic)

warning(s): mentions of rape 

a/n: i skipped writing the details for the fighting scene because i’m not really good with writing scenes like that, sorry!! but 13rw requests are closed !!
i wrote this in a different perspective because i can’t even imagine doing this in a reader’s pov. it made me get so much anxiety writing it, so sorry if this isn’t as good as my other fics.
oh, and if any of you readers were wondering, i am willing to write girlxgirl or boyxboy. just shoot me a request and i’ll happily accept. i’m sorry that it seems like i always write about fem!readers :(

words: 1169 (hehe)

[not my gif]


It’s been days since Y/N was last seen in Liberty High.

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Fire

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Rating: NC-17 (Explicit Sex, Mention of Drug Use)

Word Count: 3,216

Summary:  It’s 1970′s Florida and crime lord Byun Baekhyun has managed to build his empire on crime and thievery. You’re his rival, the daughter of his greatest enemy and from the moment he sees you - he knows you’re going to be trouble.

Lucky for you, Byun Baekhyun happens to like trouble.

Contributors: the always amazing, stupendously wonderful - @baebae-goodnight for the perfect moodboard below <3

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The Fourth Musketeer

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: A small comment from Betty triggers many painful memories for Archie about a lost love.

Warnings: angst?

Word count: 1,405

Tag list: @isis278 @lost-in-wonderland-x @spam-to-follow

A/N: so this isn’t based off of any request, I was just inspired to write this fic. hope you enjoy!


“It’ll be like old times,” Betty said, hopeful eyes staring at Archie.

“The three musketeers,” he laughed.  Betty bit her lip, her smile slightly fading.

“Actually, Archie,” she corrected, “there were four of us.”

“(Y/N)!” a newly-turned six year old Archie exclaimed.  "I didn’t think you were gonna come!“

"Of course I came!” (Y/N) giggled, stepping into the Andrews house.  "You’re my best friend.“ Archie pulled (Y/N) into a hug.

"You’re my best friend too, (Y/N),” he grinned.

“Yeah, four of us,” Archie muttered, turning away from Betty. She frowned, realizing she reopened that wound too soon.

“I’m sorry Archie, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, Betty,” Archie grimaced.

“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she apologized.

“But there were four of us,” Archie admitted.  "I guess I was just trying to forget the fourth.“

"Why do we only come here when they play this movie?” ten year old (Y/N) questioned, gesturing towards the movie playing on the Twilight Drive-In screen.  Archie shrugged, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders.

“Because it’s my favorite,” he replied.  (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you want to watch something else for a change?” she asked, looking up at him with a smile.  "You know, discover something new?“

"No,” Archie refused her suggestion, immaturely shaking his head.  "I like things just the way they are.“

Archie couldn’t get (Y/N) out of his head for the rest of the day.  Throughout school, and after school during the preparations for Jughead’s party, Archie’s mind kept going back to (Y/N).  For two years, he had blocked out all memories of her.  Now, she was pictured clear in his mind.  Her memory was haunting him, and Archie could do nothing but push through the day as if nothing was wrong.

"Archie,” (Y/N) whimpered, standing on his front porch.  He ran out towards her and enveloped her in a hug as soon as he reached her.

“What?” he asked, burying his face into her hair.  "What’s wrong?“  (Y/N) gripped onto his t-shirt, her hands desperately holding onto her best friend.

"I’m moving,” she sobbed.  "I’m moving next month.“  Archie’s arms dropped, and he took a step back.

"Moving?” he echoed.  "But what about 8th grade?“  (Y/N) helplessly shrugged, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks.  "It’s our last year before high school. We were gonna…”  The rest of Archie’s sentence was stuck in his throat.

“I know,” she cried.  "I know, Archie. You think I wanted this?“  He frantically shook his head.

"No, no, of course not.”

“We’re leaving in July,” she explained.  "I tried to convince my parents not to move, or at least to leave me behind.“

"You could stay with us,” Archie offered.  A bittersweet smile creeped onto (Y/N)’s lips.

“I know,” she said. “I told them that.”

“Jesus, (Y/N),” Archie mumbled as he stumbled into his bedroom, ignoring the party going on downstairs.  "(Y/N).“  He repeated her name over and over again, reminiscing on the way her name felt on his tongue.  All the memories that he had hidden away from himself came tumbling back, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions that he had forgotten how they felt.  He frustratedly tugged at his hair, struggling to cope with his feelings.  Her sparkling eyes and joyous laugh were still engraved in the back of his mind.  How could he ever forget?  "God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”  He continued to drunkenly pace around his room, head spinning with memories of (Y/N).  Every moment they shared, every hug they had, every chance he missed to tell her he loved her.  He missed every single opportunity he had to tell her.  "I should’ve told her,“ he moaned.  An idea lit up in Archie’s mind, so he began to search his room.  He tossed clothes and blankets aside until he found his phone laying on his nightstand.  He picked it up and immediately dialed (Y/N)’s number by memory.

"I’m sorry, this number no longer exists,” the monotonous robot answered his call.  Archie screamed out in frustration, throwing his phone across his room against the wall.

“I want to talk to her!” he screamed, punching his bed.  "I need her!“

"Archie?” Veronica called out as she cautiously his room.  He paused his rampage as he turned to face the raven-haired girl.

“What?” he snapped.

“You’re making a lot of noise,” Veronica ignored the bite in his voice.  "I wanted to make sure you’re okay.“

"I’m not…” he clutched his head, sitting down on his bed, “I’m not okay.  She’s gone.”

“Who?” Veronica questioned, sitting next to Archie.

“(Y/N),” he moaned.  "(Y/N)’s gone.“

"Who’s that?” Veronica asked.  Archie glared at her and stood up, stepping away from her.

“I loved her,” he whispered, flopping back onto his bed.  Veronica frowned.  "God, I should’ve left Riverdale when my mom offered.“

"But then we would’ve never met,” Veronica quipped.  "And that, Archiekins, would be a tragedy of epic proportions.“  She glanced at his lips, then back up to his eyes.  Leaning in, she connected her lips with his.  It only lasted a moment before Archie pulled away.

"No, Veronica,” he stopped her.  "I’m sorry, but… you’re not her.“

"I’m sorry,” she apologized.  "That was stupid and selfish of me, I shouldn’t have-“

"It’s fine,” Archie interrupted her.  "It’s not your fault, I just… the wound is still kinda fresh, you know?“  Veronica nodded.

"She sounds lovely,” she offered.  "Can you tell me about her?“  Archie inhaled deeply.

"We were best friends,” he started, and a smile already grew on his face.  "Our parents were good friends, so we knew each other since birth.  We were two peas in a pod.  Then we met Jughead and Betty, and we became the four musketeers.  We’d do everything together.  But (Y/N) and I were still the closest.“

"When did you fall in love with her?” Veronica inquired.

“I think I always was,” Archie answered truthfully.  Veronica sighed; she knew there was no competing with even the memory of (Y/N).  "But I don’t think I realized it until I kissed her.“

"Did you know some people have already had their first kiss?” (Y/N) asked Archie as she sat on a swing.

“Like who?” he questioned.  They were eleven.

“I heard Cheryl kissed someone,” (Y/N) shrugged.  "I don’t know who though.“

"She could be lying,” Archie said.

“Josie, too,” (Y/N) interjected.

“Maybe they kissed each other,” Archie laughed, and (Y/N) giggled with him.  Once their laughs died down, they swung in silence.

“Who do you want to be your first kiss?” (Y/N) broke the silence.

“I don’t know,” Archie shrugged.  "What about you?“

"There’s not really anyone I want to kiss,” she answered.  "The only good guys in Riverdale are you and Jughead.“

"Would you kiss Jughead?”

“Ew, no!” she squealed.  "Jughead is like my brother!“

"Am I a brother to you?” Archie asked.  (Y/N) grew quiet and shrugged.

“You’re my best friend, Arch,” she responded.

“So does that mean you would kiss me?” he smirked.  (Y/N) blushed.

“Would you kiss me?” she countered, causing Archie to blush.  They both grew quiet, each embarrassed by the thought of kissing each other.

“I’d want you to be my first kiss,” he said.  (Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Archie.

“Really?” she asked.  He nodded.  "I want you to be my first kiss too.“

"What if…” Archie nervously stuttered, “What if we did it now?  Like, kiss each other.  Just so that we’re definitely each other’s first kiss.”  (Y/N) pretended to contemplate it for a moment, but she already knew her answer.

“Sure,” she agreed nonchalantly.  Her heart was about to beat out of her chest.  Archie jumped off of the swing and stepped towards (Y/N).  Both of their eyes fluttered closed, and they pressed their lips against each other’s.  They pulled apart a second after, a blush spreading across both of their cheeks.  Archie hopped back onto the swing next to (Y/N).  Neither of them spoke about the kiss.

“Do you think she knew?” Veronica asked.  Archie raised a puzzled eyebrow.  "Do you think she knew that you loved her?“ she elaborated.  Archie shrugged.

"Maybe,” he responded.  "I hope so.  I never told her, though.  God, I should’ve told her.“

"Hey,” Veronica reached a comforting hand out towards Archie.  "Don’t beat yourself up over it.  From what you told me, it sounds like she knew.“

"You think so?”

“I do,” Veronica nodded.  "And from what I can tell, I think she loved you too.“

Part two here     Part three here     Part four here     Part five here

Harry Hook - “Interruption”

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

Originally posted by dellena69

Request: “A one shot where Harry keeps trying to admit that he likes the reader like each other but he keeps getting interrupted”

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: Slight use of language


“Hey, has anyone seen Harry?” You questioned walking into the VK “headquarters”.

It was really just an abandoned floor of an old factory, but it was used as Mal’s studio and a place for your group of five friends to hang out and enjoy each other’s company.

“Last time I saw him, he wanted to talk to you. He should still be on the docks.” Evie said, her eyes focusing on a new design in her sketchbook.

You thanked her quickly and bounded down the steps of the building. You were known as one of the evilest villains on the Isle and it showed in your confident nature and how you presented yourself on the streets.

You chuckled darkly as the Gaston boys physically shuddered when you passed them. Gil was one of your best friends, but his brothers were known to be assholes.

They soon stopped their mean taunts after you’d finished with them. “Love the new hair, Y/N!” One of the young members of Uma’s crew smiled as you sauntered passed.

“It’s a Dizzy Tremaine creation.” You smiled shooting her a wink. You had soon bonded with the rest of the crew with your blooming friendship with the first mate, and you secretly were happy with the new group of friends.

“Looky who it is.” Uma groaned as you arrived on the docks. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and scoffed.

“Hey, Shrimpy.” Harry shot you a warning look as Uma sent you a threatening glare. “You’re lucky I don’t hate you, Hook.” She muttered walking away from the two of you stomping.

“What was that about, Captain?” You questioned laughing at Uma’s unusual passive attitude. “Captain, really? And she’s just…in a mood.” He said waving his hooked hand in dismissal.

“Okay.” You sighed not really believing his excuse. “You’re cute when you’re confused.” Harry smirked as he ran his hook through a lock of your hair. Blushing, you smiled and got closer to his face, feeling his warm breath on your cheeks.

“Well, I—“ “Y/N! Mind helping me with something?” Gil exclaimed as he ran from a group of angry storekeepers.

“Guess he was on one of those unsuccessful theft sprees. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” You assured skipping off to help Gil in his time of need.

Harry nodded, but he couldn’t help the disappointed frown on his face as he watched his longtime crush run away, still not able to call you his.

Two Days Later…

You waltzed into Ursula’s Fish and Chips with Harry by your side as he growled at the incoming patrons, which you found kind of hilarious.

“You know, you don’t have to act like a psycho just because your dad is one.” You chuckled taking his hand and sliding into one of the booths on the other side of the restaurant.

“It’s just part of the image. You would know that better than anyone.” He smirked leaning back and placing a lazy arm around your shoulder.

“How’s your mom?” Harry questioned as he noticed your tense nature. “Still a flaming bitch, but I’m surviving.” You laughed leaning into his warm chest.

“Listen, Y/N. I’ve been wanting to tell you something and—“ Harry started before Evie barged into the semi-crowded restaurant looking distressed. “Y/N! Fashion emergency!” She exclaimed taking your hand and pulling you from Harry roughly.

You internally groaned as she separated you from the teenage pirate. “I’m sorry! Catch up later?” You suggested before Evie pushed you through the swinging doors quickly.

Harry sighed dramatically as he watched you go…yet again. This was going to be harder than he thought.

“E! I was busy, what’s the emergency?” You asked breathlessly as she pulled you halfway across the Isle back to the hangout.

“Red or Blue for the skirt?” She questioned shoving her messy sketchbook in your face almost violently. You studied the design.

It was a mid-length lace skirt that would be paired with a dark blue and black splatter patterned top. “Hmm, red. Just to mix it up a bit.” You decided handing her back the book.

She nodded excitedly and gave you a side hug before rushing off downstairs, probably to show Dizzy her new design.

You shook your head and giggled at the princess’ usual giddiness. You sometimes wished you could be more like Evie, the girly attitude.

Perfect hair, perfect makeup.

But you were just the tough girl, making sure that almost no one got through your rough exterior and see your soft side, because that wouldn’t fly around here, not one bit.

A few hours later…

You began walking down the shore of the beach as suggested by Gil when you ran into him at the marketplace.

He claimed it was a good way to clear your mind after a long day of business and confusion. What you didn’t know was who you would run into whilst on your little journey.

Letting out a small yawn, you didn’t notice a pair of calloused hands cover your eyes quickly. “Listen buddy, I have a dagger in my jacket. I wouldn’t want to mess with me.” You growled and the person chuckled behind you.

“Love to see you try and fight me off darling.” A familiar Scottish voice mumbled into your ear.

You let out a small laugh as Harry uncovered your eyes and now stood in front of you. “How’d you know I’d be here, Hooky?” You asked as he fidgeted nervously with his silver hook

. After knowing Harry for a while, you became accustomed to his habits, and this was one of them. “Had Gil influence you to come here, guess he actually pulled through.” Harry smiled looking up at you.

“I have a surprise, come on.” He said taking your hand and jogging farther down the beach as you struggled to keep up with him.

You began to breathe heavily until he finally came to a stop. “Thank God, thought I was gonna pass out.” You gasped giggling.

He was standing on the side of you as you saw the sight in front of you. In the sand there was a beautiful setup of various sized lanterns, each holding a lit candle on a large, slightly tattered blanket.

There were a few pillows lined up on one side of the blanket and the entire sight made you smile widely.

“Did you do this, for me?” You questioned softly as the dim light allowed you to see the cute blush that splayed over his tan cheeks.

“I did. A girl like you deserves a little attention once in a while.” He admitted plopping down on the sand.

You joined him, laying down so you could clearly see the bright stars that adorned the dark night sky. “I need to say something.” He blurted suddenly. You sent him a quizzical look, but told him to go on.

“Y/N, ever since I’ve met you, I’ve had this funny feeling in my chest and it won’t go away. Every time I see you, my heart flutters and I blush at all the badass things you do. You’re one of the strongest and bravest people I have come to know. I’m falling in love with you.”

He quieted down at the last sentence, but you still heard him loud and clear.

You quickly sat up and faced him, avoiding eye contact. “I get it, you don’t want to ruin our friendship.” He sighed getting up to leave.

You forcefully pulled him back down and moved your face closer to his, slowly but gently.

You leaned forward until you felt your lips connect with his as they moved in a synchronized motion.

Never had you felt like this before, but it felt pretty damn good.

After you pulled apart, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as Harry said, “Nothing to say, huh?”

“Actions speak louder than words, Swashbuckler.”