Summary: “you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. let him be soft, and let him be mine.” (x) Words: 1,176 Warnings: language Notes: honestly idk either and this could damn well be about stucky but hey pls read the thing this is based on it’s like my fave thing ever??
This is part one of ?? ask memes containing 00′s lyrics. This post contains mainly popular top 40 pop songs.
‘ a girl like you is impossible to find ’ ‘ ain’t no other man but you ’ ‘ and in the back of your mind i know you should be over me ’ ‘ been fueling up on cocaine & whiskey ’ ‘ best thing about tonight is that we’re night fighting ’ ‘ boys just come & go like seasons ’ ‘ can’t seem to get you off my mind ’ ‘ come & rest your bones with me ’ ‘ did we get hitched last night? ’ ‘ do you see how much i need you right now? ’ ‘ don’t tell me you’re sorry cause you’re not ’ ‘ don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable ’ ‘ fairytales don’t always have a happy ending, do they? ’ ‘ feeling like i’m heading for a breakdown ’ ‘ how do i feel this good sober? ’ ‘ how long will i be waiting to be with you again? ’ ‘ i bet you’re hard to get over ’ ‘ i can have another you in a minute ’ ‘ i can’t look at you while i’m lying next to her ’ ‘ i don’t wanna be anything other than me ’ ‘ i don’t wanna be anything other than what i’ve been trying to be lately ’ ‘ i drove for miles & miles & wound up at your door ’ ‘ i have the tendency of getting very physical ’ ‘ i haven’t seen the sunshine in three damn days ’ ‘ i hope you know that this has nothing to do, it’s personal ’ ‘ i hoped you were coming home to stay ’ ‘ i just called to say i love you, come back home ’ ‘ i just called to say i want you to come back home ’ ‘ i keep her coming every night, so hard to keep her satisfied ’ ‘ i know i left too much mess & destruction to come back again ’ ‘ i know i tend to get so insecure ’ ‘ i know you think that i shouldn’t still love you ’ ‘ i never thought i’d need you there when i cry ’ ‘ i promise i’m not trying to make your life harder ’ ‘ i said see you later boy ’ ‘ i swear i’ll change my ways ’ ‘ i think i’ve already lost you ’ ‘ i think you’re already gone ’ ‘ i wanna take a ride on your disco stick ’ ‘ i want to make you feel beautiful ’ ‘ i was off to drink you away ’ ‘ i wonder if i’ll ever change my ways ’ ‘ i would’ve stayed up with you all night had i known how to save a life ’ ‘ if i just lay here, would you lie with me & just forget the world? ’ ‘ if your heart is always searching, can you ever found a home? ’ ‘ if you’re gone, maybe it’s time to come home ’ ‘ is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder & harder to breathe ’ ‘ it’s not always rainbows & butterflies, it’s compromise, it moves us along ’ ‘ it’s personal, myself & i, we got some straightening up to do ’ ‘ it’s time for me to go home ’ ‘ it’s time to be a big girl now & big girls don’t cry ’ ‘ it’s too late to apologize ’ ‘ it’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator, maybe that’s the reason i’ve been acting so could ’ ‘ i’ll be your best friend & you’ll be my valentine ’ ‘ i’ll do what it takes ’ ‘ i’m bringing sexy back ’ ‘ i’m going home to the place where i belong ’ ‘ i’m in love & always will be ’ ‘ i’m leaving, never to come back again ’ ‘ i’m not crazy, i’m just a little unwell ’ ‘ i’m not going to write you a love song ’ ‘ i’m not ready to make nice ’ ‘ i’m still mad as hell ’ ‘ i’ve had you so many times, but somehow i want more ’ ‘ let’s get this party started ’ ‘ let’s talk this over, it’s not like we’re dead ’ ‘ make them boys go loco ’ ‘ my heart is full & my door’s always open, you come anytime you want ’ ‘ please, just cut it out ’ ‘ she acts like summer & walks like rain ’ ‘ she always belonged to someone else ’ ‘ she listens like spring & she talks like june ’ ‘ shut up & put your money where your mouth is ’ ‘ since you’ve been gone my worlds been dark & grey ’ ‘ so much for my happy ending ’ ‘ some things in this world you just can’t change ’ ‘ some things you don’t need until they leave you ’ ‘ spare me your frickin’ dirty looks ’ ‘ steal some covers, share some skin ’ ‘ tell me, boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet? ’ ‘ that’s what you get for waking up in vegas ’ ‘ they say time heals everything, but i’m still waiting ’ ‘ this is not what i intended, i always swore to you i’d never fall apart ’ ‘ this love has taken its toll on me ’ ‘ this shit is bananas ’ ‘ times square can’t shine as bright as you ’ ‘ tonight will be the night that i will fall for you over again ’ ‘ welcome to the real world ’ ‘ we’ll be playmates & lovers & share our secret worlds ’ ‘ when you look me in the eyes & tell me that you love me, everything’s alright ’ ‘ when you’re gone the pieces of my heart are missing you ’ ‘ where did i go wrong, i lost a friend ’ ‘ wish i had a good girl to miss me ’ ‘ you can hold my hand if you want to cause i wanna hold yours too ’ ‘ you got me twisted ’ ‘ you look so dumb right now ’ ‘ you put on quite a show, really had me going ’ ‘ you reminded me of brighter days ’ ‘ you should turn yourself around & come on home ’ ‘ you’re so ugly when you cry ’
Summary: You were always there for him. You cheered him on, supported him, but apparently, you were just a distraction.
Word Count: 1548
“I’m sorry” were the last words you could ever remember him telling you.
That day you were so fired up with feelings of anticipation and excitement; it was only a few days before your boyfriend was to debut after all. For as long as you could remember, music always had such a strong grasp on Yoongi’s heart. He practically breathed music, hell he probably was made of music itself.
You had always known about how his parents didn’t take too kindly of his passion for music, but you had always been there for him. You, along with his older brother, were the only support he had until he auditioned for an entertainment company called BigHit. Although he placed second in his audition, he still managed to grab a spot as a trainee. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you were to claim that you were beyond ecstatic. You were practically bouncing off the walls when Yoongi had told you that he had made it.
You both knew what it meant for your relationship when he became a trainee. He had to work hard and spend most of his time moving towards his dream. This meant less time spent with you, but you knew how much this meant to him. You loved him so much that you prepared yourself for the lack of dates, the lack of communication, the lack of affection shown towards one another. You prepared yourself because you wanted him to fulfil his dream, even if it meant putting a strain on your relationship.
Request : @claireisreallynotonfire hello my dear!!! could you do a sirius x reader where the reader is a transfer from ilvermorny in like the 6th year and immediately hits it off with the marauders. and sirius is infatuated with her, always calling her pet names, flirting, hugging, and touching and stuff. and reader just thinks it’s a joke but one day sirius gets mad bc she’s not taking him seriously ( lol pun ) and they end up together bc i really need some fluff with a teaspoon of angst. thanks love Warnings: My English? Language (always lol). Late night, crappy writing. The image isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner. Also, I am so sorry for making you wait this long but the new semester has already taken a toll on me. Word Count: 1848 MASTERLIST Pending Requests
It was one thing being the new student but it was completely another thing being the center of attention. It felt weird and… you kind of felt like you were an exhibit when people would stare or point at you. Yeah, okay, maybe you were the ‘American girl’ and yes, you had an accent and blah blah, but you hoped that after a day or two, they would leave you alone. You were being bombarded with questions about Ilvermorny, about your country, about the male population and so on. Well, that happened until four boys had walked on you and literally grabbed your arms and dragged you all the way to the Gryffindor common room. You were about to protest when you realized that they were doing you a favor. You had grown tired of answering the same questions and being looked at… strangely. So, you never really complained. When they finally let go, you just smiled and greeted them. “Hello, boys. Thanks for the rescue” you simply said. They didn’t expect that-far from it, actually. That’s when you became a ‘gang’ as you named it. They were punks and jerks but they were amazing people and really funny. You had no idea why you hit it off so fast but it felt natural. James was the love-struck one, with his hazel eyes and his messy black hair. Lily-pad, Lily-flower and so on, the poor girl must suffer from those awful nicknames. Remus was the ‘dad’; he was a bit more mature and poised but you could see the mischief in his soft caramel eyes. Peter was the little guy, blushing and being quieter than the others, but he was a Marauder after all. And then, it was Sirius. That guy didn’t know how to talk to a girl without flirting with her. His gray eyes would roam the girl’s body, he would be touchy as fuck when he wanted something, he would use cheesy pickup lines and he would always find a reason to pull off his shirt. He had a nice body, yes, you weren’t blind… you could see it. But it was ridiculous how many times he pulled that damn shirt off. In the brief week, you knew them, it must have been ten times already-and the week wasn’t over yet.
It was official. Sirius Black was the biggest flirt you had ever known. The guy would flirt with you without hesitation, he would call you names, be touchy even clingy. And today was no exception. You were able to stroll around the castle without getting lost like the first weeks. After all, it was almost Christmas. You had to admit that Hogwarts was breathtaking covered in snow. Everything seemed so magical, so serene and so otherworldly. Ilvermorny might held your mind- your friends were there, your ex-boyfriend, your beloved teachers- but Hogwarts stole your heart. You had made more friends than you could believe. Lily was a Muggle-born, as they called them, but she was the brightest witch of her age and uncommonly kind. That last trait seemed to vanish every time James was around, though. She had admitted that she liked him a lot but she could never agree on a date if he was going to ask her three or more times a day. It was infuriating. You had helped James a lot and for that he was grateful. You had told him to leave her be for a while. It was tough for him and you couldn’t help but chuckle every time he opened his mouth only to close it again and walk away. Lily thought it was strange but she missed his crazy ways-and that’s when you played cupid and informed James. And they had the most romantic date ever. Not thanks to him but thanks to you and strangely enough, Sirius. He could be romantic when he wanted to. But that was a very rare sight to witness. Remus was probably the one you were closest with. He was so kind and sweet but he could be cocky and sarcastic that he could out throne Sirius himself. You had put two and two together relatively easy but you didn’t care. If anything, you wanted to help him in any way you could but you were going to let him tell you, whenever he felt like he could trust you enough to do so. You were in the Great Hall, eating breakfast-well, you were drinking a cappuccino(Dumbledore’s courtesy)- with Remus while you were waiting for the other three troublemakers to appear. It was a cold, breezy morning, but it felt so refreshing you didn’t mind wearing two jumpers. It was just a day before the full moon and he was worn out already but he had his nose stuck in a book, nevertheless. You placed a chocolate bar in front of him and he caught the action as he looked worriedly at you. “Eat. You’ll feel better, Moony” you said, emphasizing his nickname. He was smart and he got it immediately. A relaxed smile was plastered onto his lips as he understood that you weren’t going to go anywhere. “Hello, beautiful” a silky voice greeted you. You didn’t really want to admit it but you were smitten. You truly liked him. You liked his steely gray eyes, his aristocratic features, his tousled dark, long locks, his toned torso and his delicate hands. But most importantly, you liked the real him. Not the flirtatious, cocky jerk but the one you had the pleasure of meeting one very cold and lonely night. You couldn’t sleep and you were sitting by the common room’s fireplace. That night you had seen the real Sirius. The one behind the façade and the masks. The one who suffered the effects of insomnia because of his past, the one who was always too scared that he would lose his friends. That Sirius spoke to your heart. And you found yourself falling… hard. “Hello, handsome” you greeted back with a playful smile. That was just his thing. He would flirt with you but you never thought he meant it. Like, how could he? You had accepted the fact that you didn’t really stand a chance with him. He was out of your league. He could have any girl he wanted and of course, you weren’t one of them. He just played with you-not in a bad way, but still. It was just a game. You couldn’t resist, though. You had to play as well. He sat next to you, his hand resting on your knee and his mouth forming a devilish smirk. He kept his eyes fixed on you until you felt uncomfortable. “You’re staring” you commented, hoping that he will stop playing the damn game. “I’m gazing” he retorted nonchalantly, as he drew patterns with his fingers on your thigh. He had to stop. “It’s creepy” you tried to sound stern but you failed miserably. You smiled and shrugged it off as he whispered under his breath, something you couldn’t possibly believe you had heard correctly. “It’s romantic”. Yeah, you had probably heard wrong.
You continued ignoring him and his flirty ways for a couple of hours. You had to give it to him. He had upped his game. Today, he was extra touchy, extra flirty, extra huggy, extra clingy, extra… You tried to make it to your next class in time, he had to carry your books. You tried to eat lunch, he had to pile up your plate. You had forgotten your quill, he had to give you his. Somebody tried to flirt with you, he had to smack your bum- that was the final hit. You were alone in the common room, as it was already after midnight, trying to study. James had fallen asleep holding Lily, Peter was all cuddly with Mary and Remus… well, Remus was actually studying. But you didn’t miss the side looks he was giving you. When that guy had come up and told you that you looked very beautiful in that jumper, all hell had broken loose. Sirius marked you- yes, he did- as his when you weren’t and you didn’t even have a chance. Once the guy left and you were among friends, you snapped at him and scowled him, waking up the sleepy heads. “How thick can you get?” you questioned angrily but from the looks of it, he was a bit angrier. He stood up abruptly, while the rest of your friends were trying to pretend that they didn’t exist. “How thick can I get? How dense can you be?” he spat at you, his silver eyes twinkling with madness and… desperation? “You know what? Screw it! I don’t want to play your little games anymore, I am so done. I don’t like that you are making a fool out of me every time you are all flirty when you don’t mean it in the first place” you practically screamed at him. His cheeks were red with anger and his pupils dilatated. “You are crazy! You are insane if you think I just flirt with you so I can play. You are delusional if you believe that I am not absolutely infatuated with you and your American ways. You are just stupid if you think that I am playing. I am so fucking in love with you and it scares the shit out of me because I have never- EVER- fallen in love before and I have no idea how to deal with all those damn butterflies- YES, you gave me butterflies, and my stomach flips every time I see you and I-” You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close, crashing your lips to his with force. He finally shut it. His hands were wrapped around your waist immediately as he deepened the kiss, biting your bottom lip hard, demanding permission to explore your mouth. Exactly before a moan could escape your mouth, people were fake coughing to make you realize that you weren’t alone. You pulled apart but he didn’t let go. “So, you like my American ways?” you asked softly as you made eye contact with him. He smiled brightly yet seductively and he kissed your cheek. “I do. You know what else I like? Your sweet American ass” he said loud enough for everyone to hear, as his hands slipped down to your bum. James laughed but Lily called him a perv. You just blushed but you couldn’t really believe that you had kissed him and that he had never played with you. He was being honest and he was showing you all the affection in the world. You had to make it up to him. “Maybe we can continue in my dorm?” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows cheekily, making you chuckle at his childish action, when three, big, fat, loud no’s were heard. You turned and witnessed three frightened faces looking at you with utter terror. You found yourself laughing along with Sirius and Lily. Yes, Hogwarts had stolen your heart for sure. And you couldn’t love it more
Hi sweetie, I don’t know if this is what you’re looking for but because the request was so open ended, I just went with what flowed for me. Hope you enjoy it!
The unforgiving summer weather has finally taken its toll on the residents of the Avengers Tower. Everyone was in a sluggish trance every time they came back from the outside, and all they wanted to do was relax on the plush couches under the tower’s blasting cold air conditioning.
The speedster of the group, Pietro, couldn’t stand spending another day just sitting around and suggested to the team, with surprising enthusiasm despite the sweltering heat, that what they needed was to appreciate the sun and enjoy a day out at the beach.
There were hums of approval that got drowned out by the groans of displeasure sounding throughout the room. (Y/N) visibly brightened up at the suggestion and her eye sparkled with excitement; the long summer days taking a toll on her.
On the end of the couch, was a scowling Bucky Barnes. The serum made his body temperature considerably higher than the lot - sans Steve, and the heat was making him crankier than normal. The mere idea of having to leave the cooling compound and make his way to bask under the sun was unappealing at best.
With that thought, the frown on his face deepened until he managed to steal a glance at the eager look (Y/N) sported. The frown lightened up slightly, a fond smile creeping its way to his face.
“C'mon you oldies, just imagine the bikinis Nat, Wanda and (Y/N) would be wearing!” Pietro voiced out with a chuckle, speeding his way back to his room to pack. Bucky couldn’t help but let his mind wander into the forbidden territory of (Y/N) wearing one of those pretty little numbers that dames of the 20s wore. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he tried to shake the image from his mind.
The journey to the beach was fun and lighthearted albeit more than a little chaotic with the heroes filling up three full cars. Tony’s car was blasting tracks after tracks of ACDC; Steve’s was playing music from the 40s and Nat’s had playlists of Pop songs of the 2000s. (Y/N) and Wanda rode with Nat at her request or more like demand, despite Pietro constantly pestering (Y/N) to ride with him on Tony’s car much to Bucky distaste.
When Nat threw her dirty sock at Pietro for pestering (Y/N) and shut him down, pulling (Y/N) to her car, Bucky couldn’t suppress the satisfied smirk and silently thanked Nat for pulling (Y/N) away from the speedster.
(Y/N) eyes fleeted several times towards Steve’s car that sat Bucky, Sam, and Bruce unknowingly. The fourth time she stole a look at the sleek black car, Nat called her out and said with a smirk, “So (Y/N), who is it that so interesting in the car over?”, only to earn a red-faced (Y/N) that now only looked right in front for the rest of the car ride.
The trio got out of their car as Tony and Steve’s car pulled into their parking spaces. All three had on their cover-ups, sunglasses perched on their noses and rummaged through the trunk of the car for the beach-going essentials that they have packed.
(Y/N) grabbed the basket she has filled with goodies that she’s made bright and early in the morning with one arm and the other held her beach bag. She stumbled slightly and Bucky, whose eyes haven’t left (Y/N), caught her before she fell and took the picnic basket on from her and threw her a charming smile that left her warm in the face.
The entire group of child-like heroes was running amok on the beach, leaving (Y/N) to settle the food and lay the beach towels and Bucky who spurted out his overused excuse of hating the sun to stay near the girl.
Bucky and (Y/N) aren’t particularly close in the sense that they were alway too shy to start a conversation with the other or couldn’t hold a two sentence talk without stuttering and going pink. However, they probably knew a lot more about each other than they let on considering how much they secretly glanced at each other.
So when (Y/N) grabbed her bottle of sunscreen and looked over to Nat and Wanda that were a distance away playing beach volleyball with the others, Bucky knew she needed someone to help but was too embarrassed to ask him.
Bucky took a deep breath and was just about to offer (Y/N) his help when Pietro sped over, grabbing the sunscreen from her, his trademark smirk on his lip as he said, “Printsessa, you look like you need some help with this?”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the Sokovian that was running his mouth and was just about to stop him when a volleyball hit Pietro on his head. An exasperated Wanda came walking towards her brother, pulling his away by ear as she threw Bucky a little wink and tossed the bottle of sunscreen to him.
“Uh, um, Do you, uh, want me to um, help?” Bucky stuttered, lifting the sunscreen up to (Y/N).
“Yeah, sure. Um, thanks.” (Y/N) replied, her blush evident, dusting her cheeks.
(Y/N) started removing her crocheted white coverup causing Bucky to avert his eyes in an attempt to be the gentleman he was.
“Uhm, Bucky? I’m good.” came (Y/N)’s voice, making the soldier turned to face her.
Bucky’s line of sight fell on the girl lay face down on the beach towel before her causing him to squeeze the poor bottle so hard, the plastic contorted into half.
God, you must be testing me.
Bucky gingerly spread the sunscreen on (Y/N) back, his fingers fleeting around the tiny strings tied around her back in a little cross.
“This string leaves absolutely nothing to my imagination, for goodness sakes. If I just slip and tug at it a little… No no no, James Buchanan Barnes, mama raised you better!“ Bucky chastised himself in his mind, finishing up his work on her back.
(Y/N) Has left Bucky’s side after an hour or so has settled herself with a group of young children, building sandcastles together. Bucky had his gaze set on her, and it hasn’t moved since she left his side.
A fond smile hung on his face, as he allowed himself to daydream about how wonderfully contented he would be if they would eventually have children together, playing at the beach during the dreary summer days.
A loud chorus of laughter snapped him out of his reverie, and he saw (Y/N) speaking to the group of children pointing over to his direction. She then made her way over to him, Wanda by her side.
"We’re going to go grab some smoothies for everyone, would you like one?” (Y/N) questioned, a radiant smile showing.
“Uh, yeah, sure that’d be great doll,” Bucky answered hastily, almost as though he was afraid (Y/N) would take back her offer. A small nod and smile, and the two girls were on their way.
A couple of minutes later, (Y/N) and Wanda came back with their hands filled with cups of icy smoothies only to be met with empty beach towels. The metal armed soldier that was lounging there is nowhere to be seen.
(Y/N) lifted her sunglasses and placed it on her head keeping her hair away from her face. The glaring sun made her squint at the scene in front of her. Buried in sand, was Bucky, his head the only thing visible as the group of children that were playing with (Y/N) before, giggled and used their tiny hands to pile sand atop the soldier.
She made her way to the giggling children and attempted to stifle her laughter.
“Sergeant! Sergeant! We’ll bury you in sand, and you’ll try and get out alright?” came a young boy’s voice.
“Yeah yeah! You’re strong! You’ll get out in no time!” another child continued.
Bucky noticed (Y/N) coming over and sent her a pleading look, and mouthed “Help me!”. Though, the soft smile on his face giving himself away. It has been awhile since Bucky’s felt whole and this was one of those rare moments.
(Y/N) smirked a little and kneeled down next to him, a surge of confidence filling her as the soldier helplessly stay buried under sand.
“No can do sergeant. I’m sure you can do it. Here’s something for good luck.” she replied, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of Bucky’s nose.
I could have magicked the bleach out of my hair that
same morning. I could have left the room
looking like nothing had happened instead of enduring constant stares all
day. Now that it’s been twenty-four
hours, it would be child’s play to spell the bleach away.
Snow can’t stop staring at it.
some things are worth the embarrassment.
I’m about to pay him back in full.
strike early, immediately after breakfast.
Snow and his ducklings stand in the hall outside our first class. Bunce sees me first as I stalk towards
them. “Morning, Malfoy,” she calls to
me, “isn’t the Slytherin common room the other way?”
all looking at me, Snow, Bunce and Wellbelove.
Good. Let them watch.
whip my wand from my pocket as I reach them and cast before anyone can react.
opens his mouth to say something… and his voice freezes before it can get out.
clutches his throat and his eyes widen, and then the storm breaks.
THE HELL PITCH!” Bunce actually manages
to slam me against a wall with one mighty shove, and her wand is already at my
off me, Bunce.”
Grimm-Pitch, you give him back his voice right
now or I swear.”
Bunce,” I hiss down at her, barely able to see her when she’s this close. “It’s only temporary. He’ll be back to babbling by tomorrow
morning.” It’s an unfair thing to say,
because Snow never babbles. Sometimes he
has difficulty even articulating his spells.
what about in the meantime?” she snarls at me.
“How’s he supposed to defend himself against whatever horrors you have
in store for him if he can’t do magic?”
if I told you I don’t have any
horrors in store for him?”
Wellbelove pipes up, “stealing a mage’s voice?
That’s cold, Basilton.” She says
it like she’s discussing the weather or the homework or what she’d like to eat
to mention totally illegal,” Bunce chimes in, and I don’t know if she’s correct
on that or not, but I’m not about to fact-check her, especially not with her
right in my face.
still be able to retaliate,” I say with a shrug. “He certainly didn’t need magic to pour
bleach in my shampoo.”
haven’t you fixed that yet, by the way?” Wellbelove asks.
look Snow directly in the eye. “The
perks,” I smirk, and to my delight his face goes red. Merlin, this is fun.
“Your move,” I tell him before turning on my heel.
know what kind of charm Bunce has placed on Snow, but through some miracle he
manages to get through all of our classes without being called on. It’s a little bit unfair that he has someone interfering,
but I decide not to make a big deal of it.
After all, Wellbelove was right.
The voice is the most important weapon to a mage, and now that I’ve
taken his, he’s no better than a Normal.
At least for the day, anyway. And
though the added humiliation of not being able to speak when spoken to would
have been amusing for me to watch, I figure I’ve ruined his day enough already.
there’s a storm on its way. If
everything goes according to plan.
practice goes longer than usual, until the sky is almost dark, and I can see
Snow starting to flag by the time it’s over.
It seems like he’s been trying to compensate for his lack of a voice by
playing harder, and while he was admittedly almost unstoppable on the field,
the extra work has clearly taken its toll.
He’s still in the showers when I gather my things and head back to the
another fifteen minutes before he clomps to the top of the stairs. He’s back in his regular clothes and his hair
is extra curly from the shower, and before the door has fully fallen closed he
flops onto his bed face-first and just lays there, breathing hard. I shake my head at him from my bed before
returning to my tablet.
I see him kick off his shoes out of the corner of my eye. He hauls himself up slowly like he’s carrying
a sack of bricks on his back and throws the window open, leaning out of it and
into the cold night air, sucking it in like he could get drunk on it.
he abandons the window to take his nightclothes into the bathroom, I decide I’ve
gone long enough without being an arse.
up and shut the window, then sit back down on my bed.
looks at it a long time when he comes back out, no doubt trying to remember
whether he closed it or not. He opens it.
wait until he’s sat on his bed again to walk over and shut it. It hasn’t even been open a full ten seconds.
stares at me with a dismayed expression as I return to my bed. He holds my gaze when he opens it again. This time I spell it shut from my bed just to
rub it in.
stands in exasperation and starts wildly gesturing from me to the window and
back again, his mouth opening and closing silently like he’s forgotten there’s
no voice coming out.
is it, Snow? Use your words.”
regret it the second it’s out. His hands
fall to his sides and his mouth closes slowly.
He looks so heartbroken and I hate myself. I hate myself.
much, in fact, that I get up and leave, making my way down to the catacombs to
feed and yell at the walls.
I come back much later, Snow is sound asleep.
take a long look at him, how his eyelids settle into place and make him appear
so real. Like if I touched his skin right now it would
feel different somehow, more physical.
Willing though he is, Logan is rarely called upon as Virgil’s sole caretaker when he is feeling the need to indulge in age play. Logan tries not to mind–after all, Patton is the paternal trait, he provides the parenting instinct and warm, fatherly affection that Virgil no doubt craves, while Roman is both adventurous and brave, better suited for playing pretend and providing protection.
Logic plays very little part in Virgil’s need to distance himself from the responsibilities and cares of his adult life, even if roleplay itself is a very logical coping mechanism to use. So it stands to reason that Virgil would not wish to spend that time with him, Logan.
And Logan doesn’t mind. Truly. Jealousy is irrational at the best of times, and even more so here, where Virgil’s well being should be Logan’s first concern. The time he spends with Roman and Patton is very, very good for him, and Logan would not want to take that away.
Besides, there are still “family” movie nights, when Virgil will move indiscriminately between laps, when Logan has the chance to hold his warm, pliant, trusting body close for sometimes even an hour at a time. And Logan has seen him carry the stuffed bear that Logan conjured up for him on more than one occasion–he obviously appreciates Logan’s acceptance and encouragement.
Rationally, it would be ridiculous to want more than that. And Logan knows this, reminds himself of it often. Virgil’s happiness is more important than Logan’s inability to adequately control his own emotions, and this does make Virgil happy. That’s worth any of his own momentary discomfort.
Still, none of his logical, rational thought stops the warmth that fills his chest and makes his traitorous eyes water, the night that Virgil does come to him.
Mads Mikkelsen on Surviving the Polar Wilderness in ‘Arctic’
Danish actor Mads Mikkelsen, best known for playing villains in “Hannibal” and “Casino Royale,” has a more nuanced role in Joe Penna’s “Arctic.” In the survival thriller, written by Penna and Ryan Morrison, and being sold in Cannes by XYZ Films, Mikkelsen plays a man stranded in the polar wastes after a tragic accident. Mikkelsen spoke to Variety about the movie, which is produced by Armory Films and Union Editorial.
How would you describe your character in “Arctic”? He is you and me, he is everybody. Time has taken its toll on him being
alone in the Arctic for so long. He doesn’t have a real past; you don’t
get know much about him – does he have a family and so forth. We wanted
him to be anyone who was trapped in this terrible situation.
What attracted you to the role? I’ve read a few things like this before and they always fall into the
trap of flashbacks, going down memory lane and a little of romance — for
me that’s always disturbing for a story that is quite beautiful and
radical in itself; we don’t need to add more emotions to that. Every
time I turned a page I thought ‘Oh, please don’t let this happen,’ and
it didn’t. It just felt as if [the writers] were in tune with the
character while they were writing it, and [not just writing] what the
What part does the landscape play in the film? It is the main character in many ways. It’s the thing that is
unchangeable. I have no impact on the landscape, but it has enormous
impact on me. I am a tiny person in the midst of the universe.
Is the landscape a hostile environment or is your character in tune with it? Both. When we meet him, he’s been there for a while and it is kind of
friendly, but he is sort of under siege; you could say he [feels]
comfortably numb – he has come to terms with where he is and why he is
there, and he is waiting it out. In some ways the film asks: “You can
survive but does that mean you are alive?” When a second person enters
the film the whole idea of being alive becomes very present.
Was it a difficult shoot? This was by far the most difficult shoot I’ve ever done, which is saying
a lot because I’ve done a lot of crazy stuff in my life. We had the
nature, the wind, the snow, the cold; we had long hours of shooting and I
was in every scene. It was brutal, not just physically but emotionally
too — I was always on the edge emotionally. It was a very draining
Sasusaku 44? Pretty please? With a Shiba puppy on the top
44 one of them being diagnosed with a terminal illness au
sakura has always known she’ll die young. she’s a medical ninja, a damn good one, and that tends to come with a fatal sort of selflessness. she doesn’t regret anything though. she knows she’s given away little bits of her life along the way to heal those that are important to her.
she’ll never tell him, but sasuke would have died long before sarada even came along had she not taken care of that pesky disease in his blood that he inherited from his family. it had taken its toll on itachi, and she knew it would do the same to him. he didn’t stop her when she did whatever she did for this disease back when they were younger. and when they had their little girl, sakura did everything in her power to make sure her daughter wouldn’t have to deal with that too.
in saving them, sakura loses herself, and so it’s about a year after sasuke returns from his mission that sakura begins to cough up blood. it’s a wonder they never caught on to the fainting or the significance of it. she tries to hide her symptoms and she’s successful for about a month, but so much of her body is failing and eventually sasuke notices.
Request: Can I request a James Potter imagine where the reader meet him at the diagon alley and she just hex him accidentally because she was trying her wand(I know magic is not allowed outside Hogwarts but it was before they started Hogwarts)so he basically get impressed by her skills and slowly they become good friends but when Sirius tells James that he like the reader,James feel jealous but do nothing and reader getting irritated by James’s behaviour and kiss him all of sudden in middle of great hall Warnings: My English, language, idk. Gifs aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. Also, Harry Potter Wikia. And guys I am so sorry. The semester has taken its toll on me. WordCount~1.8k MASTERLIST Pending Requests
You had no idea why you could do some pretty weird stuff. You had absolutely no idea why you could levitate objects or why you could vanish things. You just did. At first, you tried to keep it hidden; you didn’t know why or how was something like that possible and you definitely didn’t want your parents to find out. What would they think of you? Slowly, you gained more confidence as you found out ways to use your ‘ability’ to help injured animals or even your friends. You still didn’t know how you were able to do stuff like that but that didn’t bother you anymore. Until a letter came for you. A letter from Hogwarts. What was Hogwarts? You didn’t know and you wouldn’t know if it wasn’t for Professor McGonagall. She looked strict but she was a really sweet person. The verdict was that you were a witch. Yep, a witch.
He always knew what Hogwarts was. He always knew why he could practice magic. He was born into the Wizarding World. He was a Pureblood wizard. He didn’t need McGonagall to explain or introduce him to a completely different world.
It was a miracle, a scene from the most beautiful fairy tale. Diagon Alley was a cobblestoned wizarding alley and shopping area located in London, England behind a pub called the Leaky Cauldron. Inside the alley was an assortment of restaurants, shops, and other sights. All items on the Hogwarts supply list could be bought at Diagon Alley and it was completely hidden from the Muggle world which was right outside of its boundaries. It was very large in area and essentially the center of wizarding London. And you only lived moments away, yet you had never seen it. All those colorful places and people made your head spin. It was full of life. You had bought your supplies except for your wand and that’s when McGonagall told you about Ollivander’s. He was the best wandmaker in history, according to her. When you entered there was one other kid waiting for his wand. You didn’t pay attention to him because you were too fascinated by the shop. Everywhere you looked, there were wands, wands and more wands. “This is a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration and… trouble, young man” an old man-Ollivander?- informed the black-haired boy in front of you, before his blue eyes landed on you. “But you… maybe… Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow?” he trailed off as he gave you a wooden stick- that must be your wand, cool. You held it, unsure of what to do when he prompted you to give it a wave. Maybe he shouldn’t have. Everything made of glass was broken within a matter of seconds. He looked genuinely surprised but he nodded kindly nonetheless. “No, no. Willow is no match to your power. Maybe eleven inches, beech, flexible” he told you as he handed you another wand. It felt… better, if you could use that word for a wand but still something felt off. You gave it a wave and even though it did perform excellently, Ollivander was skeptical. “Perhaps, Alder wood with a Phoenix feather core, ten and three-quarters long and Slightly Springy flexibility”. This wand looked amazing and once you held it you realized what McGonagall had told you about the wands and their owners. You gave it a try but… blue sparks hit the black-haired boy and he started sneezing uncontrollably. Ollivander, instead of helping the boy, he smiled brightly and told you that your wand had picked you. If you were puzzled before, now you were utterly confused. After a while, the sneezing stopped and you tried to apologize but he wasn’t even listening. It was so clear that you were a Muggle-Born and yet, you managed to perfume a non-verbal hex without even knowing the incantation. He was impressed, to say the least. “It’s fine, really. I am James, by the way” he introduced himself and you blushed slightly. “Y/N. Nice to meet you, James”. Little did you know that that particular boy was trouble and you were willingly walking its way.
It had been six years. In those six years, you had formed bonds that you knew they would last. Gradually, you had become friends with the Marauders and by the end of your third year, you were inseparable. You knew about Remus’ condition before he told you; you just waited for him to trust you enough. You knew about Peter’s awfully low self-esteem and family problems and you tried to help me as much as you could. Speaking of family, you were very well aware of Sirius’ family-issues. You weren’t sure if they deserved that name. You had been a shelter for him and his nightmares. Unfortunately, you knew about the infuriating crush James had on Lily. You would be happy for him-you wanted to be happy- if it wasn’t for own crush on him. You hadn’t realized when you stopped seeing him as a friend and started seeing him … as more. You were already caught in the middle of it when you figured it out. But what could you do? He was so in love with Lily. No, he wasn’t in love with her, he was just… infatuated. That was not love. That was an obsession. Or so you wanted to believe. You were lost in your own world that you didn’t notice that what you have been feeling about James, someone else was experiencing it for you. That was a lie. You did notice. How he would always want to be by your side, how you were the only one he would talk to about his problems, his nightmares, his fears, his dreams… but it felt natural and you didn’t question it. Just like he knew that you would never be his because he saw the way you were looking at his best friend and as much as it hurt, he accepted it. The only thing that he could never accept was the fact that his best friend was being an arse and was trying to woo over Lily, while he should be with you and care about you and only you. Because that was what he would do. If you were his, he would never let you go. And you kind of felt that. You just happened to be at the right place, the right time. Sort of. “Well, yes - there is something I wanna tell you” you heard Sirius’ voice coming from the empty classroom that you had just passed by as you were walking down the corridor. You halted and hid in the corner trying to peer inside the room. There wasn’t enough light to give you away but you did manage to sneak a peek. “What has you all worked up Pads?” James asked him, teasingly. The boys were brewing a potion, probably something illegal, you guessed and you were thankful that they weren’t looking at their map because you didn’t have an explanation for eavesdropping. “Okay, here it goes. I like her. I like Y/N” he admitted and your jaw hit the floor. You didn’t know how to react, mainly because you knew but still… that was a big confirmation. How this would affect all the other aspects? You saw James furrowing his eyebrows. He was such an idiot. “Um, we all like her. She is our friend” he stated and Remus facepalmed. Yeah, you wanted to do that as well but you just waited for the realization to kick in. “That’s the thing. I don’t like her as a friend. I like her as… more” Sirius sheepishly told him, blushing lightly. He was cute and adorable and you just wished that you could feel like you felt about James, for him. How much easier would everything be? James blinked a couple of times and he opened and closed his mouth too many times, but nothing ever came out. He just stared at Sirius. You didn’t know what to think and you left. That was something that they should deal with alone.
For the next month, things had gone from confusing to downright weird. And even more confusing. You had expected that after that night, one of them would feel obligated to tell you that they had been talking about you. But no. Nothing like that ever happened. Sirius had been even closer than before and was trying his best to avoid-yes, avoid- James while James had been acting as if he was jealous -which was impossible because Lily!- but at the same time he had grown colder towards you. You didn’t know what to believe- what had happened after you had left? Did they get into a fight? Why would they? Even when James was ignoring you, because that was what he had been doing or trying to, you still were under his charms. And you felt pathetic. Emotional rollercoaster. You had had enough. It was party time You were in the middle of your breakfast and your annoyance towards James was only growing. You were sitting right next to him and he felt colder than an iceberg. You had a long talk with Sirius last night. Everything was out in the open and you both had come clean with each other. Now it was James’ time. He was talking to everyone about everything; but you. Something was boiling- your tolerance? Perhaps. You recalled that first day you had met him-oh, how you wanted to hex him right now. Where was that sweet boy? You missed him. “What have I done to you?” you asked him out of the blue. That simple question stopped every single conversation. His eyes narrowed, his brows knitted and that familiar line appeared between them while a muscle in his jaw twitched. He didn’t respond. Your eyes drifted away from him. “Fine” you simply breather out. Within a matter of seconds, you had concocted a plan. To hell with your reputation and your dignity. And probably everything… but who cares? You grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, turning his whole body so he could face you. And you kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was fierce and brutal, it was angry and desperate- and long overdue. But it was worth it. Merlin, it was worth it. You felt like fire was running through your veins as you breathed in his intoxicating scent. What surprised you was that he responded. He was kissing you back, eagerly, hungrily, almost impatiently. And if you asked him in that moment ‘what about Lily’, he would answer ‘Who’s Lily?’. And if you asked him after two years ‘What about Lily’, he would still answer ‘Who’s Lily?”. Because, with that hex, you had already won him over.
Listen, I was as shocked as all of you when Abby “Let’s Call It Hope” Griffin asked Marcus Kane to let her die.
It came out of left field. It had JRoth’s brand of Shock Value™ written all over it. But… was it OOC? I honestly don’t think so. In fact, it’s my personal opinion that it might be the most refreshing evidence of character development (and, god forbid, an actual arc) Paige Turco has gotten to play with in far too long.
Now, I gotta put a disclaimer, here - it makes me extremely uncomfortable to agree with, let alone defend the decisions this show makes for its characters, especially Abby. This season in particular was excruciating to watch as the integrity of her character was repeatedly brutalized. So, no, I’m not going to argue that I trust the writers, per se. And I’m definitely not going to argue that this was their plan all along.
What I will argue is that they did, actually, piece it together with the help of a sleeping giant they found amid the landscape of Abby’s character:
Just because she can see the light doesn’t mean she doesn’t know the darkness.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT Summary: Reader is a virgin and Bucky is wary of his arm with her. A/N:This was request from the beautiful @pocketmegan “I don’t want to ruin you” (Bucky being slightly nervous about being the readers first cause she’s a virgin and its still soon after his winter soldier days. Like while he’s hiding out in Romania.)” I’m sorry it was late , I hope you like it lovely! - There’s one Russian phrase :моя любовь = My love Word count : 1,751 (oops)
The first time you
told him you whispered it. Your head hung low, ashamed of telling him. “I’m a
virgin” your voice was soft and cautious, unsure of how he’d react. “Doll, look at me”
Bucky ordered gently. When you didn’t move he tipped your chin up carefully
with his finger.
“I don’t care if
you’re a virgin, you tell me when you’re ready, I’ve got all the time in the
world” Bucky said softly, his eyes trained on yours and you never felt more
An you do another Eddie x reader for me (my baby) and they broke up but the song, "breaking up is hard" keeps playing as they're all like 'screw it! I love you and I want to get back together with you" THANKS I LOVE UR IMAGINES <3
you entered to your favourite coffee shop to get a drink and calm down, its been a week since you and Eddie broke up and it has taken a toll on you.
once you finally got your drink you made way to the counters near the windows, it started to rain which matched your mood.then the song came up on the radio about a break up, great..
Don’t take your love away from me Don’t you leave my heart in misery
you mindlessly stirred the coffee with a stick, all you saw is happy couples sharing umbrellas together.
“get a life” you mutter and took a sip
sure you missed Eddie, what made you take the rash decision of leaving him? that’s right, he wouldn’t stand up to his mother when she insulted you yet again. instead he allowed the women call you bad things and telling Eddie tom break up with you
Don’t say that this is the end Instead of breaking up I wish that we were making up again
“stop being such a mommas boy, we’re through” was the last thing you told him,
you really wanted to take back those words
Can’t we give our love another try?
someone tapped the window you where at, it was Eddie drenched in water and out of breath. You ran to him forgetting about the rain
“Y/N I’m sorry I should’ve stood up for you” he panted
I work at my schools dining hall. I just transferred to this university thats out of state this semester. So its about to be april, and with no reliable transportation i havent been able to go home to my mom in 3 months and it has really taken a toll on me. Our spring break was at the beginning of march. However, since i started working here the manager has continously told me that the dining hall will be open and that everyone will be working, so i said okay. Told my mom i cant come home cause i have to work. Come spring break, I walk into work and was told “oh we dont need you, go home for the day because its really slow here, call back in the middle of the week, we’ll probably need you then.” So i did, by that time spring break is half over, they proceeded to tell me that i wouldnt work until school is open again smh. So fast forward at the end of the march, i booked a car to go home for a day,not even the whole weekend, just all of friday, then i come back Saturday afternoon. My schedule for the past 2 months has been mon-fri. I NEVER work on weekends. The day before i left i noticed that i had to come in on saturday. The policy is that if you cant make it to work your supposed to call in at least 2 hours before the place opens (because thats when the managers get there) to let people know. So on Saturday i called well over 2 hours before countless times, but no one picked up. I left 2 messages, then contined to call, still no one picked up. Come monday, my manager calls me into her office saying that im getting a write up because of “no call, no show” i was like huh?!?! I told her i called but no one picked up. She askes me what time dis i call, i told @ 6,7,8, and 9am (the place opens at 10) she says she didn’t arrive until 9:30. she says im getting written up because i didnt directly speak to someone, leaving a message doesnt count. How is that my fault that you didn’t want to pick up the phone or wasnt on time for work.