he had a bit of a rough time getting started there on the pranks

rowana-renee-deactivated  asked:

How many cookies would it take to bribe you into telling me a story, Bucky? They're homemade, and any story will do.

all of them. i will tell you the story while i wait for all of the cookies.

once upon a time, a little shit decided to go fight nazis. 

usually when i start a story that way, its a steve story. but this time its a me story.

i too fought nazis, my friend, and it was not fun at all.  it turns out nazis dont like being fought, and will fight back. this caused us a great deal of stress and trenchfoot. 

as you may or may not know, my nazi fighting buddies were called the howling commandoes. we had a reputation as being ‘howling mad’ which most people assumed is where our name came from. 

it is not.

so shortly after we’d signed up as steves unit, we got sent out on a sort of breaking-in mission. it was supposed to be a pretty routine just-behind-enemy-lines gig, mostly to see how we’d do as a team. at that point, we were the first ‘integrated’ squad under american command, so they wanted to be sure we were up to snuff. basically they sent us a few miles into a relatively lightly-fortified occupied area to blow up a few supply trucks. it went pretty smoothly. we were still getting to know each other, a bit. we’d met in the hydra camp in austria and bonded pretty well there but it wasnt like we were sitting around doing icebreaker questions. so on that first mission we spent a lot of time chatting, getting a better feel for each other as people. like summer camp, but with more potential for death, and shooting of nazis, explosions, and overgrown science experiments in spangly pants. 

so maybe not like summer camp at all.  i wouldnt know, i never went to summer camp. 

anyways, we blew up the supply trucks and we were headed back towards base when we came across a nice little stream. most of us were pretty dirty, so we agreed to take a few minutes, strip down and wash up. the area we were in was supposed to be secure; it was a slightly disputed border area, but it had been safely in allied hands for months. probably it wasn’t the smartest call, but sometimes you get dirt places you never wanted dirt and are willing to literally risk death to get rid of that dirt. 

we left our gear in a little stand of trees on the far side of the stream and washed up. 

at this point, dumdum dougan was establishing his reputation as the Toughest Guy Ever, which was a rough gig when one of your squadmates is captain america, who literally walks off bullet wounds like a moron. nevertheless, dumdum had the mustache and was determined to be the manliest man around, so when the rest of us got in, clean, and back out as fast as we could manage, because the water was freezing, dumdum decided to prove how macho he was by pretending he wasnt cold at all, and the rest of us were wimps. 

naturally, the rest of us thought he was ridiculous. we were all pretty much dressed and good to go, and dumdum was still sitting in an ice-cold stream in april, bragging about how tough he was. i, being a little shit, covertly suggested we play a little prank. 

so the rest of us finished gearing up, then grabbed his things and started running. his pack, his gun, his boots…all his clothes except his hat, which was hanging off the handle of a knife he’d stuck in the tree. we knew he’d stop to get the hat, and that gave us a head start.

as soon as we started running, dumdum came out of the stream after us, and as expected, stopped to get his hat and knife. we had a decent head start, and he was yelling at the top of his lungs after us. we were all laughing our heads off, because he looked like a complete idiot, running after us brandishing a knife, in nothing but a bowler hat. 

unbeknownst to us, a nazi squad had been sneaking through the woods ahead of us, and were setting up an ambush on one of our transport trucks. they were all tucked away in the underbrush, waiting for the transport to get close enough, and had just popped out of the shrubbery and fired their first couple shots.

which was approximately when a ragtag-looking, still-wet group of cackling maniacs led by the bastard child of paul bunyan and lady liberty burst out of the treeline, being chased by an angry naked man in a bowler hat with a knife. 

there was a very long moment when everyone stopped shooting at everyone else and stared at us. 

and then everyone went back to shooting at everyone else.  but the ambush was angled to ensnare the transport coming up the road. we came from behind them, and they had pretty much no cover from our angle. as soon as we realized we’d run into a combat zone, we dropped the gear and started shooting. steve used the dinner platter of justice and cleared out about four nazis at once, and dumdum got the worlds unluckiest nazi with his knife. poor guy. there’s not a whole lot worse than your last sight on earth being a naked dumdum dougan.

 we’d unintentionally provided a perfect distraction, and the transport had time to regroup and return fire. between us, the ambush was taken care of in a few minutes. 

but the thing was, we’d broken protocol by stopping to wash up, and as a shiny new unit still on probation, the last thing we wanted was to tell anyone what had actually happened. 

so instead we told them that we’d known about the ambush and had decided to provide a distraction, and were just crazy enough that we thought the best way to do that was run howling straight into it. dumdum’s nudity was explained as a personal preference: the man just likes fighting nazis naked, sir, and you cant say it wasnt effective??

naturally, the story went everywhere and got bigger each time it was told. probably we should have gotten in tons of trouble but the story was such a morale booster that they let it slide. 

and thats why we were called the howling commandoes. 

anonymous asked:

Just read through your masterlist and goodness gracious! the feels!! Awesome writing 👏🏻 Sooo how about an imagine, where RFA+V & Saeran come across MC somewhere without recognizing her? And maybe developing a lil crush on her? (Let's assume her avatar is a pony lol and she's can go out of the flat to live her life) Hope it's possible to do. Thank you so so much :)

This was so cute! We changed it up a little for Saeran, just because of the whole Mint Eye thing, but hope you like them!



General Scenario: The RFA party is planned much later than one week after MC joins. MC knows who the RFA are because of their profile pics, etc. But overthinks security reasons so doesn’t say anything.

Zen:

  • You got a side job in a grocery store since you were tired of being cooped up in the apartment
  • Also, you thought you could use the extra bucks since RFA wasn’t paying
  • Only you didn’t realize it was the store near Zen’s house
  • He’s buying a pack of cigs and you’re his cashier
  • “Aww, you wouldn’t want to smoke too much and ruin that voice of yours,” you say casually
  • He chuckles at the comment thinking you’re just a concerned fan and goes on his way
  • But for some reason your words stick with him…no, maybe it was your voice? Your face?
  • He bumps into you several times at the store
  • He even finds himself trying to get you as a cashier
  • You notice too…but you’re kind of enjoying it
  • A  few weeks later, he buys a candy bar just because he was having a rough day
  • And he realized it was an excuse because he just wanted to see you
  • He kind of accidentally admits in the process that you’re one of the only people who can make him shy
  • Lowkey realizes his crush on you then
  • Then the party rolls around
  • He sees you he thinks you’re one of the guests until you reveal yourself
  • He gets a little more bold in his advances after that

Yoosung:

  • You’re in the coffee club with him
  • You’re partnered up one week and you him to taste your coffee before the professor found the final batch
  • He really likes it but more than that you got really up in his face when you gave the mug to him
  • His heart does a little thing
  • He denies that he likes you at first when some of his friends ask why he keeps requesting to be partnered with you for group activities
  • He does come to terms with it after awhile
  • The admission makes him both bold and flustered
  • He tries to be more forward with you but he keeps messing up
  • He even texts you in the chatroom (but he doesn’t realize it’s you) and asks for advice
  • You’re blushing but you try your best to give him “advice” to woo you
  • You have to keep yourself from laughing because he always subtly messes it up oh no this is only making you like him more
  • Then all of a sudden, he stops coming to the club
  • Worried, you ask him subtly what happened with his crush
  • He says that he gave up because he didn’t think she was interested because he kept goofing up
  • You feel so horrible
  • When it gets to the party and he finally realizes who you are, saying that you like him is the first thing that flies out of your mouth

Jaehee:

  • She had been stressed with all the new projects at work
  • So she visits a coffee shop in town
  • You happen to be the new barista there at the same time she visits daily
  • It’s not a very busy time, so you two always end up talking a little
  • After some time, she just kind of blurts out her struggles and insecurities
  • You set some time aside from your shift to listen and give your advice
  • You already know her job situation, but you try to give some vague advice about her passions and following her dreams
  • In that moment, she knows she really admires you
  • She finds she’s stopping by more frequently and staying longer
  • One day, the cafe is about to close early but there’s no customers but her
  • You invite her behind the counter and ask if she wants to learn some things
  • She realizes she’s never had this much fun in her life…nor met someone like you
  • She starts crying right then and there, both from being touched and realizing her own unhappiness in her situation
  • You almost revealed yourself in this moment, because you just felt so bad and knew everything going on behind the scenes and wanted to give her a hug
  • Still you manage to comfort her without saying too much
  • When the party comes, she sees you there and she’s in shock
  • Uncharacteristically, she nearly tackles you in a hug
  • She didn’t expect that the two most supportive people in her life were the same person

Jumin:

  • Work had been stressful again, so what does he do? 
  • He goes to the newest pet store in town to hand pick some new toys for Elizabeth the 3rd
  • It also happens to be the pet store you work at
  • When you saw him enter the store, there was no mistaking it was none other than Han Jumin
  • So, you ask politely if he needs help
  • Jumin is kind of stunned at first when he sees you…and he doesn’t know why
  • He ignores the feeling and continues shopping with some of your suggestions
  • You’re actually pick out the best things for Elizabeth…also, he enjoys even the small talk
  • After a few more weeks, he finds that this attraction doesn’t go away
  • He keeps on visiting, trying to figure out his own feelings
  • His time is limited because how many cat toys can he buy
  • Meanwhile, you’re dying to let him know who you are, especially when things with his father get a bit rough in the background
  • You drop subtle hints of who you might be
  • It works, and he puts the pieces together
  • He stops by one day, not to buy anything, but to ask if you two can talk when your shift is over
  • You think it’s just casual, but next thing you know he’s confessing his feelings and asking if he can personally escort you to the next RFA party
  • Of course, you say some confessions of your own and agree

Seven:

  • He’s on another undercover mission which requires him to “work” at a restaurant as a server
  • You work there too, as it happens
  • You were so excited to see him there, so you just go up to him and start chatting him up
  • As it so happened, the background check he did on you was weeks ago…and with everything that happened at work, he sort of had forgotten what you looked like and where you worked
  • So, he just thinks you’re just a random co-worker who happens to be extra bold
  • But he finds you get his jokes, and even will play along when he does some stupid prank on the other serves
  • He realizes he’s forgetting this is a mission and he’s actually enjoying working with you
  • He catches himself glancing at you too often, staring too long, and wanting to be with you when work is over
  • When he realizes he might actually like you, he panics and finishes up his work as quickly as possible tsundere mode activated
  • One day, you’re told he quit, but you still talked to him in the chatroom so it was okay
  • But you couldn’t help but notice he was more mellow and seemed to beat himself up a lot
  • Turns out he was guilty, because being so open with you on the last mission could’ve put you in danger
  • The party drew closer and the security system gets hacked, etc.
  • When he runs over to protect you, he finally realizes who you are when he sees your face
  • This only makes the next few days at the apartment even worse
  • But of course, everything works out in the end, and you two even joke about it
  • “I can never forget a face like yours!”
  • “As I remember, Saeyoung, you did…”
  • “….It was one time.”

Saeran:

  • Just because he’s plotting the demise of the RFA doesn’t mean he doesn’t stop for some froyo
  • It was also your favorite ice cream place, so you visited often when things got stressful in the RFA
  • He recognized you immediately, but you still had never met him
  • He was really curious about how you acted on normal days, since he only ever knew by how much Seven seemed to hack more or less
  • He stayed in the back and watched as you did whatever you were doing
  • As time passed, he found your presence calming
  • He didn’t seem frazzled or worried or angry
  • Your presence became an addiction
  • He stopped by day and after day, getting a little disgruntled if you didn’t show
  • There were some points he even felt guilty for using someone like you for his plan
  • Then one day, he finds you plop yourself right in front of him
  • You had noticed he also seemed to visit every day, so you thought you two could get acquainted
  • For the first time in his life, he was stumbling over his words and what was this heat in his face?
  • He thought it was a one time thing, but you started doing it every day
  • You were actually talking to him, and he was finding out parts of you he couldn’t just see from a distance
  • He both loved it and hated it
  • The part of you he found so peacable was now tearing at his conscience, making him more aware of his deeds and his own brokenness
  • Finally, he just felt too guilty to face you again
  • So, he satisfied himself to just watching you from a distance once more from the CCTV

V:

  • You were the secretary for one of his new clients
  • He arrives at the place for a photoshoot one day, but your boss is running late
  • He dismisses it politely and just waits
  • He seems familiar to you, but you’re unsure of he’s the same V from the RFA so you say nothing
  • He takes the time to talk to you a little
  • He’s surprised at some of the statements you make which are sometimes very deep or introspective
  • He’s actually glad when the client asks for a long term contract
  • He arrives to work earlier, and he even brings you a coffee
  • Whenever he talks to you, he can’t stop smiling for the next few hours
  • He knows exactly what’s happening when his heart flutters after you call his name one morning
  • He’s very hesitant in proceeding, because he’s still recovering from the last relationship
  • But then he recognizes your voice at the party, and you explain who you are
  • He smiles and believes it’s a sign from God or something
  • So he asks you on a date after the party 

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#33 “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” from the ‘100 ways to say I love you’ for @chaostheoryy

“Cas, why-”

“Just do as I say, Dean. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” Castiel looks strictly at Dean, who frowns suspiciously at his boyfriend.

“If you’re gonna put something gross in my hands I’ll rub it all over your face.”

Castiel frowns, honestly confused by Dean’s idea.

“Why would I do that?” He asks, his eyes squinting into the thoughtful stare he often observes Dean with.

“Forget it,” Dean sighs and bites away a smile. He should know by now that Castiel doesn’t ever pull pranks on him like that. Dean’s the one to prank Cas every once in a while, and whenever Dean can get a smile from the angel’s lips, it’s like a victory to him. 

He solemnly closes his eyes and holds up his hands in front of him.

“Good.” There’s a moment Dean doesn’t feel or hear anything, then something slightly heavy is put in his palms. He feels Castiel reach closer. Dean kisses him back blindly, smiling against Cas’s lips. “You can watch now.”

Dean blinks open his eyes, returning back to the bunker. In his hand is a necklace with something that looks like an hourglass as its pendant. But inside isn’t sand. It’s a substance in between fluid and solid, filling the entire tube. It’s a very soft blue, almost grey, but as he looks closer, Dean sees all kinds of colors storming through each other in that tiny piece of glass. It’s mesmerizing to watch, sparks and swirls mixing together in a slow but steady pace. Dean has never seen something this breathtaking.

“This- this is beautiful.” He whispers, his eyes shifting to Cas who’s watching him patiently. “What is inside?”

“A bit of my grace,” Cas says simply. Dean swallows and looks again, eyes growing wide.

“What, but…. Cas, you- you put your grace in… and you’re giving it to me because… why?”

Castiel takes the necklace from Dean’s fingers and puts it around Dean’s neck slowly, thoughtful. As soon as the hourglass rests on the higher of his chest, a warmth seems to be sent through the glass into his body. He knows he’s not imagining. Castiel looks up.

“I want you to have it. This way, I will always be close to you. You’ll be able to feel me even when I’m not there, and if you ever need me-” He takes Dean’s hand and lays it on the hourglass. “I will know.”

“How?” It’s all Dean can ask, stunned by the gift that seems too valuable to just hang around his neck.

“It has heaven’s blessing and angelic spells that connect the angel owning the grace from the one wearing the necklace. The hourglass stands for the human’s life, which is finite, and the balance between heaven and earth, you and me.”

Cas swallows, staring at Dean’s hand around the pendant more than Dean’s face.

“An angel can give his grace only to one human- once given, it can’t be given to someone else.”

“Wow.” Dean breaths. He looks at Cas, who is still looking down. “And you- gave it to me?”

“Yes.”

“Jeez, Cas, I- I don’t know what to say, I’m…”

“I’m sorry for giving it to you so abruptly. Maybe I should’ve asked if you wanted to have it, but I knew that there was only one human I would ever give my grace to and-”

Dean kisses him. He pulls him closer suddenly needing to kiss the breath out of his lungs, have Castiel’s lips rough and messy against his own. If not, he might start crying.

“Thank you,” he whispers in between two kisses. “I’ll guard it with my life.”

They rest their foreheads together, and Castiel slowly calms down his breathing.

“If you were to- to die…” Cas grips onto him stronger. “I will die with you, it’s one of the spells. Because if you were to die and I would stay alive… It would be my personal hell.”

“Cas-” Dean hates the idea of Castiel dying, being immortal, but he knows that if he had to live without Cas for an eternity, he’d rather die as well.

“I love you, Dean,” Castiel mutters. “More than I’ve loved anyone ever.”

His blue eyes are as fierce as the grace in Dean’s necklace. Dean kisses him again, gently, and softly bumps their noses together.

“I love you too, Cas.” He smiles, despite the weight of their conversation. They stand like that for a while, in the middle of the bunker’s library, head to head, eyes closed.

Dean eventually breaks the silence, dissolving the fear their conversation had brought. He needs to lighten the air.

“If I ever uh… feel real, y’know, alone at night, and I’d be in for some fun… would telling you through this be possible?” He asks with a smirk, his thumb gliding over the hourglass.

Cas glares at him, but the corners of his mouth twitch.

“Yes, but you know I’m still able to decide not to come, right?”

Dean scoffs.“Too bad you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

Just as Cas wants to reply, they hear the door opening and Sam getting inside.

“Thanks, Cas, I mean it,” Dean says another time and seals it with a kiss.

Whenever Dean is reading and he absent-mindedly runs his fingers over the hourglass, he’ll see Castiel at the other end of the table smile. It’s more than just a victory to him.

Dating Remus Lupin would include...

READER HOUSE SPECIFIC 

A/N Gif, not mine; found from google. Requests & ships open! Can we all just agree that Remus is the absolute mess & James’ is the group’s mother? Yes? Alrighty then. 

GRYFFINDOR READER;

i. He adores your touch, it’s like one of his favourite things. He’d often lazily lay and move closer to you; he’d love to lay stomach down, his head on your stomach as you ran your hand through his hair or drew circles on his upper back.

ii. You and Remus would be able to have full conversations, without saying a lot. “Remember when we-“ “Yes! And Sirius did-“ “Oh my god yes.” Once, Sirius sat there completely confused listening to the both of you talk. He just shook his head and left when both of you tried to explain it.

iii.  Remus loved to surprise you with little gifts, randomly for no reason. Some flowers he picked on the way to a class, some chocolate, a book he thought you’d like. Although, this was because of a fear of you leaving; you loved it neither less. 

iv. Both of you would take a stroll through Hogwarts on a sunny, warm day. Remus would have his arm draped around your shoulder, occasionally using his other hand to guide your face up for a kiss. 

v. Remus would flutter over any public displays, around other people; you and him alone in public were fine. He’d blush the tiniest when you reached for his hand or rested you’re on his thigh, he’d blush even more if you gave him a peck on the cheek or temples before class.

vi.  You were his escape from James & Sirius, both boys are loud and full of energy, [kind of like puppies.] Whenever he wanted a break or just to enjoy some peace and quiet, he’d head to you, either to take a nap together or just plain read. 

vii. As much as he urged you to stay away and let the boys take care of him during the full moon, you were stubborn and he soon gave up on trying to keep you away. James later assigned you to get supplies and medicine for him. You’d often have to patch up all three boys.

viii. Once, after Sirius set a prank and it accidentally backfired onto you; this started an all-out prank war. It was chaotic, everyone knew the Marauders because of their pranks but for a prank war to be happening within the Marauders themselves?? Absolute madness. 

ix. James opened Remus’ chocolate, stole the chocolate then left the wrapper. A strong lemon scent was added to Sirius’ shampoo & conditioner; so his hair smelt like a lemon for a week, [Sirius absolutely hated this.] The pockets of James’ robes were unhemmed; the screws taken out of Remus’ bed. Chaos.

x. It was a little past, yours and Remus first year anniversary when all of you had learned to conjure the Patronus charm. Much to everyone’s surprise, but mostly Remus’, your Patronus matched his. Your wolf was a slightly smaller in a frame, then Remus’. 

xi. Remus had to leave the room after your Patronus was charmed. You looked at James and he noticed for you to follow him. When you did, he had started crying. He couldn’t really explain why he was crying but it most likely related to how he saw himself & the whole werewolf self too.

xii. One night, he broke down; it was shortly after a full moon. He expressed his feelings and the fear of you leaving because you wouldn’t be able to deal with his condition. “Remus John Lupin, I love you. All of you. Your condition doesn’t change who you truly are. Plus, after all, if I left because of your condition, then you didn’t deserve me in the first place.”

xiii. You met his parents first, his mother pulled you aside at the end of the night, thank you for sticking by him, despite what happened when he was a child. She also cried when you told her, your Patronus was a wolf too. There were surprising a lot of similarities between Remus & his mother. 

xiv. Although Remus was the mastermind behind James’ & Sirius’ most successful pranks, once you began dating, you’d add a little bit of input too. It took a while for them to catch on that you were helping.

xv. Shortly after both of you left Hogwarts, you brought a small flat in the wizarding world together. Sirius would live at both the Potter’s and yours and Remus’ house, plus he loved the small puppy both of you brought. All was well. 

RAVENCLAW READER;

i. Books!! You and Remus would often swap books or recommend books for the other to read. Both of you learn what each other’s favourite book genre was and adopted; you’d often leave notes for each other in books.

ii. It became a competition within the Marauders of who could sneak you into the Gryffindor dorm in the stupidest, silliest way. Peter’s tactic was more logical than the other boys, meanwhile, Remus didn’t have much to do with the competition.

iii. Borrowing each other’s house associated clothing; although, Remus couldn’t wear much of your clothing due to him being the size of a small tree. He’d often don your scarf, once Sirius convinced him to wear your robe; it was ridiculously too short.

iv. Although it was a little harder to sneak Remus into the Ravenclaw dorms, you still succeeded a few times. Both of you cuddled near a window, admiring the new perspective of Hogwarts from the Ravenclaw Tower.

v. Let’s get real, Remus is a bloody mess; everything of his is just chucked either on the floor, the chair or in his bed. James first thought you’d be the type to organise everything; but, boy, was he disappointed to learn you were just the same as Remus.

vi. You and Remus would have picnics by the Great Lake for dates, you’d had found a spot that was warm and the sun shone in that area. James, being the group mother would often help gather food for the picnics and help keep Sirius entertained.

vii. Your first kiss was just before Remus’ last class before the full moon. You were starting to get worried that he’d act out accidentally & asked him to take that class off. Remus pulled out aside, resting his hands on your face, before muttering a bunch of things to reassure you.

viii. As his class was walking in, he looked back to you, before leaning forward and his lips connected with yours. It was sweet, comforting with a small roughness to it, he pulled back, shot you a smile before saying his farewell.

ix. Often times, everyone [the Marauders, yourself & Lilly] would be within the dorm room, doing their own thing. You’d rest your head on Remus’ stomach whilst he played with your hair, you’d occasionally bud into the conversation, either to shot Sirius or James a smart comment.

x. In the mornings, you’d try to slide out of his grip but he’d pull you closer. He’d first pretend to be asleep before you’d peck his nose and a small grin would creep onto his face. He’d nuzzle his head in your neck, would often ask for ten more minutes.

xi. Remus loved whenever you would wear his sweaters, they fit more of an oversized top on you. He even got you a pale, baby blue sweater for your birthday.

xii. He’d spoil you for your birthday or Valentine’s Day. You’d wake up, already having a few presents at the bedside, along with breakfast. He’d surprise you with flowers randomly throughout the day, finishing the day off with dinner under the stars.

xiii. Remus would always make sure you were okay, and often put yourself in front of himself. He’d get you a bunch of chocolate whenever you weren’t feeling well, along with many cuddles.

xiv. Arguments didn’t last long, you’d miss each other too much. Your first proper argument was just before a full moon; Peter managed to convince yourself to be the bigger person as Remus needed help due to the full moon.

xv. James convinced both of you to go on a double date with himself and Lilly. To reduce anxiety, he made it rather fun date. You’d soon have to include Sirius & Peter in these ‘double dates’, as they’d start to feel left out.

SLYTHERIN READER;

i. Slow dancing. All the time. Often without music. You’d be talking and he’d casually move his hand to your waist, and you’d both start swaying. Sometimes it’ll be slow and romantic other times when you both fell was when it ended. 

ii. Having the stupidest arguments together, but absolutely defending each other to death. Once you & Remus had an argument over the fact Slytherin won the most recent Quidditch match, much to James’ appeasement; arguments over words are pronounced, whether it’s socially acceptable to not have a shower in so many days.

iii. Remus valued the words ‘I love you’ a lot; he knew the words had proper meaning and he psyched himself over the perfect moment to say the words. He blurted it out during a date at Hogsmeade.  You were laughing and he just sat back and looked on. That was the moment he realised he truly loved you.

iv. Remus was ridiculously shy towards the start of your relationship. Not only with the whole, ‘I’m lying as of why I disappear once a month,’ but also with the House clash. The relationship started during Quidditch season, where the rivalry was high. 

v. Study sessions would end up in full on make out sessions, especially near the full moon. Towards the full moon, Remus wanted you a lot more than normal, it was harder for him to control himself around you. 

vi. Remus planned a date, where he had planned to kiss you for the first time. Beforehand, he was super nervous; “What if I’m a horrible kisser?” “We can test that out Moony.” “Sirius, I’m sure he doesn’t want to kiss a dog.” “Dammit.” 

vii. Meanwhile, you were super anxious about the date, to Lilly. She kept reassuring you it would be fine, (secretly knowing what was planned.) Both James and Lilly received the absolute blushing and gushing about each other afterwards. 

viii. His absolute favourite thing to do was walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist; his thumb ever so slightly touching your stomach, then nuzzle his head in your neck; planting a few kisses along the way. He’d giggle against your neck, knowing that would make you laugh. 

ix. Remus treats you like an absolute goddess, so you wanted to absolutely spoil him for his birthday. You teamed up with James to get the perfect gift, although after a while he noticed something way up; he got a little worried but all worked out in the end. 

x. Remus has little mannerisms that he always un-subconscious ally does. Whenever he is feeling tired, he’ll trace circles on your skin. He’ll always kiss your forehead whenever the full moon rocks around. 

xi. James got ill one winter, even though you warned him to keep his distance; all four of the Marauders ended up getting sick. You and Lilly ended up having to care for them. “Tell James I love him. Make sure my mother isn’t invited to my funeral.” “You’re not dying Sirius.” “Moony, tell your girlfriend that I’m dying.” 

xii. After a solid week and a half, the marauders were all better; but you had caught the sickness they had. Remus was getting worried after he hadn’t heard from you in a few day; he managed to convince Lilly to walk you down the stairs of the girls’ dorm. Where Remus’ waited to carry you into his dorm. 

xiii. Remus found a way to take care of you, in his own little-unorganised way. He got Peter to help, he made sure you had enough food and got enough sleep. Remus stopped James & Sirius from annoying you, and cuddled with you; although you protested. 

xiv. Although yourself and Remus were the total opposite in many ways, the relationship still worked out. Slytherin & Gryffindor; night owl & early bird; inpatient & patient. 

xv. You and Remus would often have baths or showers together; it brought both of you closer. Remus enjoyed the baths together even more just after full moons.

HUFFLEPUFF READER;

i. You and Remus would often lay down either on the unused Quidditch pitch or near the lake and cloud gaze or just joke around. Depends on how many people were around, but it might result in a little makeout sesh too. 

ii. Both of you being half blood, you and Remus celebrated Halloween, a bit more than James and Sirius did. They didn’t fully understand it, but you and Remus would carve pumpkins and call it a date. 

iii. If Remus was helping with the planning of a future prank, often times the four of them can set rather unrealistic plans. You helped by pulling Remus aside and keeping him grounded, he really appreciated this. 

iv. Meanwhile, Remus helped you be more open, take on bolder challenges and opportunities and to be more comfortable, doing things without being anxious. Both of you helped each other grow over the course of the relationship.

v. You’d always be extra careful (and honestly go off a little) whenever Remus or the boys drank in excessive amounts. Although drunk Remus didn’t exactly like you being over protective, sober Remus did appreciate it a lot, and made his gratefulness known. 

vi. Around exam time, you try to get Remus [and let’s get real, James, Sirius and Peter to bc it’s all just one massive family], to study in portions rather than all at once. Well, you ended up studying efficiently, meanwhile, they either didn’t study at all or binge read everything the night before. 

vii. During the annual after Quidditch party, (didn’t matter if who lost or won), you’d stay sober and collect all the juicy embarrassing moments or confessions. Remus figured it out after two parties after Sirius was doing an excessive amount of favours for you. 

viii. You and Remus would often have a movie night, just the two of you. Although it took a little for Remus to admit, you both loved romantic movies that had both of you crying by the end. You’d cuddle together under a light blanket, with snacks that wouldn’t be eaten.

ix. If there was a bad storm, Remus would often come bunk in with you. Branches knocking against windows, the occasional crack of lightning freaked him out, but he wasn’t exactly willing to admit it to the other marauders. So you’d cuddle up in your common room. [hufflepuff’s common is in the basement btw]. 

x. Remus was practically a tree compared to you. One of his favourite things was when you’d wear his sweaters (even better if they were Gryffindor coloured), his sweaters gave you massive sweater paws, often used to slap Sirius with. 

xi. You’d play with Remus’ hair all the time, even though he acted if he didn’t enjoy it at all, he secretly did. He wouldn’t bother to brush or style it too much, knowing you’d end up styling it yourself.

xii. Before you began dating, it was very much everyone else knew that both of you liked each other, but the two of you didn’t know. It was blindly obvious that Remus liked you and that the feeling was mutual on your behalf, but both of you was blind to the fact. Much to Sirius frustration. 

xiii. However, James was the one who made Remus realise his feelings. “Blimey, Moony! You like her! It’s bloody obvious to everyone, now accept it and ask her out.” “Yeah mate, do it. She likes you too.” *Padfoot-Prongs high five.* 

xiv. Remus stumbled over his words when he was asking you out. He decided not to make it too fancy or anything; just to plainly walk up to you and ask you out. Even though it was a little rockier than he had hoped, it succeeded nonetheless. 

xv. You and Remus would stay up to unholy hours, just talking. About what both of you were worried about or the past. You’d cuddle up together and talk until both of your throats were sore. This happened a lot more just before full moons, where Remus would talk about his worries. 

Personal Yuri on Ice Fic Rec List

I browse AO3 for new YOI fics everyday, at least four times a day. Yes, that is my life now. This is Part Three. Part OnePart Two, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, and Part Seven also exist.

1. Once More, With Feeling
Yuuri wakes up in Detroit after going to bed under heavy stress and emotional turmoil due to Victor’s declining mental health. Things are different. He’s dreaming, obviously. And in dreams, people can do what they want. So Yuuri decides to do what he wants. If only he could have accepted this new reality. Then the realization wouldn’t hurt so much later on. But ignorance keeps the pain of reality away.

2. Re: Yuri Katsuki
Phichit Chulanont is fiercely loyal to his best friend Yuri Katsuki. So when he randomly gets a direct message on Instagram from one v_nikiforov, it’s only natural for Phichit to assume it’s a prank. That is until he comes to realize it’s not a prank.

3. Trade Your Heroes For Ghosts
Having endured what was probably the worst day of his life, Yuuri wakes up with the hangover of a century and a desperate plea for the world to forget about his existence. Alas, the world has other plans. So does a certain Russian skater.

4. By My Side
Things happen a bit differently after the banquet. Yuuri doesn’t actually forget everything. And he wants to see Victor again.

5. A Glittering Path
Four times Yuuri made Viktor cry (happy tears, that is!), and one time (or more) they both cried. (You’re allowed to cry at a wedding, aren’t you? Especially if it’s your own.)

6. Winter Song
Yuuri was aware that at some point — a moment in time he couldn’t quite place — Victor had become his boyfriend. There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

7. Lessons in Love
All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do. He just didn’t expect to become a fan, too. (He didn’t expect to fall in love.)

8. The Spaces Shaped for You
The paths they’d chosen after the Grand Prix Final wouldn’t be easy, particularly with Nationals just ten days away, but one thing was certain: no matter what happened, their paths would always come together in the end.

9. Bear Your Soul on the Ice
At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star — and Yuuri’s idol — Viktor Nikiforov.

10. Grand Prix Finals with the Russian Skating Family
The new skating season begins, and Yuuri works hard to get his gold medal for the Grand Prix Finals with the Russian Skating Family. Yes. The Russian Skating Family.

11. Makes the Heart Fonder
This was going to be hard — they both knew that — but they would willingly take any of the punches thrown at them. It had been rough when Victor returned to Japan to be at Makkachin’s side, but they both pulled through. And, either by willingness or stubborn determination, they would manage, time and time again. But now— now when Victor was in Canada, and Yuri was in Russia on Victor’s side of their bed, where the pillows sighed his scent and his cologne, he missed the sound of his fiancé’s voice more than anything in the world.

12. With Fire in Their Eyes
Not applause. Screams. The light is wrong because a fourth of the ceiling projectors are missing. The sky is dark. No stars. Something gleams behind the broken sky. And moves. Something he can’t — won’t — something. Something that’s looking at him.

13. You can have everything…
Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor’s phone. He returns it— and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.

14. I’d rather be skating
Sometimes, when a muggle child gets an acceptance letter from a wizarding school, they say no. Victor Nikiforov would rather be skating. Yuuri Katsuki would rather be normal.

15. say not a word; I can hear you
“He was from Hasetsu,” Chris tells him quietly. “Oh.” Caught mid-laugh is a slight, young man with kind, brown eyes. He’s soft all around where edges should be, nothing like - nothing like a Ranger. “You think he’s gone back there? Really?” There’s a pause, Chris spinning his spanner around his knuckles. He shrugs. “I dunno, Yuuri’s always had a streak of crazy in him. So. Maybe.”

16. sharp dressed man
Victor’s such a peacock normally, and now he looks a bit like a half-molted one; glitzy fabric half-hidden under the sober visage of a respectable coach, skates exchanged for Yuuri’s gear.

17. to the winner goes the gold
In which Yuuri and Viktor are competing against each other in the following year’s Grand Prix Final, and they’re still (very much) smitten with each other.

18. in the spaces between
Yuuri’s life in St Petersburg is spread between four languages.

19. falling through the ice
Home. Home is Viktor’s sparse St. Petersburg apartment, which is now where Yuri keeps his clothes and his toothbrush and his silver medal, which Viktor hung above the fireplace, and his extensive collection of Viktor Nikiforov posters, because Minako had mailed every one of them from Hatsetsu. (Yuri had shoved them into a drawer, but Viktor put some of his favorites on the fridge, next to the photos he’d had printed of Yuri in his juniors costumes.) Home, where every time Viktor sees Yuri chattering excitedly to the triplets over Skype or hears Mari complain over the phone about the time difference, he feels guilty for keeping Yuri to himself, as if he’s the one stealing Yuri from the world now. “What will Viktor Nikiforov’s fans say if he falls like that in competition?” Viktor sighs, not moving. “What will his protégée and rival Yuri Katsuki say?”

20. never stop until the grave
Back in St Petersburg, Victor attempts to combine coaching Yuuri with preparing for his own return to competition. The spirit is willing but the flesh may be weak.

21. he meets me where i am
Something gold catches the light, drawing his attention. There’s a gold ring on Victor’s ring finger. “Ah,” Yuuri says, his heart giving a last squeeze, a futile reminder of the silly crush he once had. “Congratulations on your marriage,” he says, as cheerily as he can.

22. our doubts are traitors
Some ghosts of your past you leave well alone.

There are a lot of shorter pieces on this list, but nonetheless I’m grateful to the authors - and the artists! - who continue to provide high-quality content even though the anime isn’t airing right now. Has Season 2 been confirmed yet???

I’d Be Lying: Thomas x Reader (Part 1)

 Pairing: Thomas x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, smutty smut smut, and fluff 

Word count: 11,219 (idek what happened)

A/N: I originally planned this to be more tragic, but my heart is too fragile for that. I’m also going by scenes from the movie that I obviously had to change up a bit. This is what our dear reader is wearing (just cause I like it and it makes her look bad ass). Forgive me if i have any grammar and/or spelling mistakes as it is midnight and I am very tired. So enjoy and be prepared for part 2!


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Being the only girl in the maze did have it’s cons. Like being babied by the boys, them being timid around her whenever they start “rough housing”. 

“Be careful, or you might hit Y/N!” 

“Alby will kill us if anything happens to her!” 

“Oh no, Y/N are you okay?” 

She knew they meant well. But she wanted to have fun just as much as they did. At some point she had to sit them all down and explain to them. She was not a dame. And she proved it. She wanted to be a runner, and she was good at it too. But for Alby’s sake, she stuck with Newt and Chuck at the crops. 

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Yellow Flowers // Sirius Black

Pairing: (Young) Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader
Word count: 4257
Prompt: Sirius and Y/N have been good friends their entire lives due to their families being very close-knit. Sirius knows about Y/N’s secret and when confronted with it, thinks of the perfect solution.

Possible trigger warning for abuse, also: swear words

Originally posted by ejszet-zenunim

“The Blacks are coming over for supper tonight,” mother said as she started running her brush through my hair. We were seated in front of my big mirror, the one that reflected back my entire room. It was the one place in the house where most of the dark furniture did not wash out every other colour: there were vibrant greens and soft blues and the flowers on my desk and windowsill were a bright yellow, gifts of one of the Black boys who were to visit that night. I involuntarily smiled at the thought of that moment, the sheer memory of it always bringing a light blush to my cheeks; the moment that he came to me with two ridiculously big bouquets of flowers.

“Are those for mother?” I asked, having come down to greet the Black family in the hallway and staying behind to talk to their eldest son Sirius. He was of my age and we were in the same year at Hogwarts, same class even, but I was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor. Naturally, that stirred some rivalry in us whilst we were at school, but at home, we were friends.
“No, silly, they’re for you.” Sirius held them out to me and seemed a little bit nervous about the whole ordeal. It was unusual for the Blacks to bring any gifts when visiting, except for around Christmas or birthdays. Usually, those gifts were not as pretty and colourful as Sirius’ flowers and mostly contained nasty hexes or were used to cast similar hexes onto others. Not necessarily what you’d like to get when you’re a 10 year old girl.
Taken aback by his gift, I took them into my arms and admired their smell and colour. “These are beautiful, Sirius. Are they really for me?”
“Yes, Y/N, they are.” He smiled and ran his hands through his long, dark hair, pushing it out of his face. I wished I could thank him in a different way, but I didn’t have the words to. Instead I gave him a huge smile in return and went to put the flowers in water.

I had wondered an endless amount about those flowers - why they were for me, why Sirius of all people would give me them. Was it because of his brother? Regulus was 3 years Sirius’ junior, and he was also sorted into Slytherin, just like me. He tried to fit in with the ‘cool’ crowd, those who had managed to become excellent in the Dark Arts and seemed to lure Regulus in effortlessly, but it earned the poor Black more teases than anything else. Because I had known Regulus all his life, I had decided to help him out whenever I noticed him getting teased, or sometimes bullied, again. I had assumed then that Sirius had given me those flowers to thank me for taking care of Regulus in his first year at school, in ways that Sirius himself couldn’t.
When mother finished brushing my hair, she left me alone to get dressed and get ready for the rest of the day. Just like any other summer, I was forced to study a few days a week, and this was one of them. I sat down at my desk, glanced at the yellow flowers once more, before starting on my History of Magic homework. Once I got to a part about a warrior called Wulfric the Great, I remembered one remarkable moment.

Normally, a History of Magic lesson would pass quietly. Most students were either fast asleep or staring out of the window trying their best not to fall asleep, as professor Binns spoke in a monotone voice about Wulfric the Giantslayer. It could have been a very interesting story, had Binns not been such a boring teacher.
I was trying my best to pay the leastet bit of attention, but found myself scribbling little flowers and hearts on the corner of my piece of parchment. My hand was stained with ink from rubbing over it while writing and with a sigh I put down my feather. I had to wash that ink of.
“Need some water?” came a voice from behind me. I knew who sat behind me, and it certainly wasn’t the person who was at that moment talking to me. I spun around in my seat and was met with a spurt of water right in my face. It came from the tip of a wand, the tip of-
“Sirius!” I exclaimed, not bothering to keep my voice down. As I had expected, Binns didn’t care about the disruption and continued talking, but all students had directed their attention to Sirius Black and Y/N Y/L/N.
“Sorry,” he laughed, not really being sorry of course. Mostly Gryffindors were laughing, but some of the Slytherins were snickering as well. I cast them all angry looks and turned around in my seat, trying to dry my face with one of the drier parts of my cloak.

I smiled. Gryffindors and Slytherins were always at war with one another, but to me, Sirius was nothing if not charming whenever he pulled a prank on anyone. It was different when I was the target, but still I could not be angry at him. It was Sirius after all…
It was a couple of hours later, when I finally finished the essay I had to write, when I heard the clinging of a bell that sounded all throughout the house. That bell could only mean one thing: the Blacks had arrived. I jumped up and practically ran to my mirror, making sure that every little strand of hair was smoothed down perfectly, and that my dress was not crinkly from sitting down in it for so many hours on end.
“Y/N!” mother yelled up through the floorboards. I hurried downstairs, just in time for my father to open the door. He greeted Orion Black with a rough handshake, and his wife Walburga with some kisses to the cheek. He greeted the two boys with a handshake as well and then he showed Orion to the kitchen. They were out of sight after Orion had greeted mother. He never showed any interest to me.
Walburga Black kissed my mother on the cheeks and then moved onto me as mother greeted her sons. “Y/N, I see you took out your best dress tonight. In honour of us, I suppose?”
I laughed politely, as if she had made a joke. I knew for certain that it was truly an insult instead.
Walburga and my mother disappeared to the kitchen and as usual, I was left with just Regulus and Sirius now. The brothers stood in silence for a moment, when they finally moved. Regulus just nodded at me and followed our parents to the kitchen, where he would resort to playing with our house elf. Sirius told me that out of everyone at Grimmauldplace, Regulus liked their house elf Kreacher the best. Maybe there was a reason he preferred enslaved creatures to the ones that could walk freely, like us.
“Hi,” I said to Sirius, shuffling my feet a little bit. The first meeting after the end of term was always the most awkward, where we had to find our roles as childhood friends again. After all, at school we were almost enemies. There was always that playful wink of his in my direction, or that smile I gave him whenever I knew he was just pretending, but we were supposed to hate each other. That’s what Slytherins and Gryffindors have always done and will always continue to do. But that’s just simply not the way that Sirius and I were. “Let me show you your flowers.”
I went up the stairs in front of him and led him to my room. We had just a couple of minutes until I would be called down again to help prepare dinner. My mother loved to cook whenever we had guests and would not leave anything up to our house elf if she deemed the visitors important enough.
“They look good in your room,” said Sirius, wandering over to my desk and touching a petal gently. I knew they were not supposed to be alive anymore, but I managed to keep them alive through magic. I had instructed our house elf well and she would keep them alive for me.
“Thank you.” I shut the door behind Sirius and myself and leaned against it, watching him look at the books on my desk. “I was just doing some History of Magic homework when you arrived,” I explained.
“Always on top of your school work.” Sirius smiled at me. “I haven’t touched a single book yet.”
“Didn’t think you had,” I said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He spun around and for a second looked dangerously threatening, but I knew he was just joking and laughed. He cracked a smile as well and wandered over to investigate the flowers on the windowsill. “These are even more beautiful.”
“They get that way under the right amount of sunlight,” I said. I had all of that knowledge from Herbology and had asked professor Sprout how to preserve blooming flowers. I distinctively remember having been red in the face by my own question, trying but failing to ignore the strange looks I was getting from the Hufflepuffs and other Slytherins in my class that had managed to overhear my question.
“Sometimes I wonder why you weren’t put in Ravenclaw,” Sirius said thoughtfully.
“Probably because I’m not intelligent enough.”
“Nonsense,” he immediately protested. He opened his mouth to continue, but -
“Y/N!” a voice called from downstairs. My mother.
Immediately thereafter, a second voice joined it: “Sirius!” It was his mother.
“Let’s go,” I said. We hurried downstairs and as I had expected, mother requested my presence in the kitchen. Walburga was told to sit down, even though she really wanted to help us - “No, please, I insist.” “It’ll be alright, Walburga, I do this all the time-” - and she and Sirius joined the people in the dining room, where Regulus, Orion and my father were undoubtedly talking about something unimportant.
As soon as we were alone in the kitchen, mother turned to me, pointing at me with her spoon. “Don’t mess up the carrots this time, Y/N! I also want every single piece of cabbage to be shredded absolutely perfectly. If not, you know the consequences,” she said, after which she started stirring the food that was already in the pot, smelling deliciously. I started cutting up the many carrots, trying my best not to screw up.
“Are the carrots ready? They need to be put in now.”
I had just one carrot left to cut and my mother started getting inpatient. “With now, I mean now! Not just whenever you want to.” In my hurry to cut the last carrot, I accidentally made a cut in my finger, blood instantly seeping out of the wound and onto the pieces of carrot that were still on my chopping board. I stared at the mess I created for a bit longer than any other person would have.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you, child?”
“No, mother, I swear-” I looked up at mother, who loomed over me threateningly. Her eyes held the same venomous look as a snake’s.
“You know what the consequences are, Y/N. And this time there is no chance you can convince me you weren’t in the wrong.” Mother grabbed my uncut hand, the one I had been using to clutch my wounded one. “This is what dumb whores like you deserve!” She pushed my hand against the hot pot, first on side, than the other. Tears welled up in my eyes but I knew not to make a noise, or my punishment would be even worse.
“Go and get cleaned up, you pig!” Mother pushed me away from the food. I stumbled and almost fell, but managed to stabilize myself. I hurried off before mother could hurtle more insults at me, up the stairs toward the bathroom, where we kept an emergency kit.
I noticed I was getting blood everywhere - on the stairs, the carpet, the sink - but I had no choice for my other hand was burning so badly. I had never treated a burn with magic before and seeing as mother had burned my wandhand, I couldn’t easily heal my cut one.
I wasn’t aware of the ruckus I was making, until I suddenly heard loud footsteps on the staircase. I held still, hoping, praying that it wasn’t going to be mother. Not mother, please, not mother wanting to tell me off for crying…
Instead, there was a knock on the door. I held still at first, but an involuntary sob gave off my position. Shit, that hand really hurt. I held my breath, hoping I hadn’t been heard. Another knock. “Y/N, open up please.” I recognized that voice. It was Sirius.
I managed to get even more blood anywhere while unlocking the door. It was swung open immediately, revealing a frantic Sirius on the other side of it. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Come on,” he said. “No second to lose.”
He took out his wand from his pocket and motioned for me to hold out my hands to him. He took the bleeding hand and muttered a few words, letting me weep silently. “Accio burn ointment,” he flicked his wand and a small vial of ointment shot out of the emergency kit. Sirius softly rubbed it onto my stinging skin, softening the pain immediately. I let out a sigh of release, but couldn’t put a stop to my tears.
Sirius let bandages shoot out of his wand that he wrapped softly around my hand, covering up the burned areas perfectly. When he finished wrapping the bandage around it, he placed a kiss on top of my hand and pulled me in for a hug. He didn’t say anything, just held me there until we were called down for supper.
I wondered if Sirius knew what had happened, if he knew what we were heading down toward. My mother. A monster at moments like this. But I loved her.
I put away the emergency kit quickly and Sirius wiped away my tears softly. Without saying another word, we went downstairs, where I was forced to sit at a table with mother, who seemed utterly emotionless at the hurt she had caused me. I was used to it, but I saw how Sirius, who sat across from me, was getting angrier and angrier by the minute. But he wisely kept his mouth shut.
He managed to stay calm until after dessert - the leftovers of a cake I had made just a day ago, which seemed ages looking back on it then - and even after tea. Finally, it was time for the Blacks to leave. Orion didn’t look at me, Walburga only nodded at me and said: “What a klutz you are,” in response to my bandaged hand and Regulus gave me a warm, shy smile before hurrying on to greet mother and father. Sirius stopped a little longer in front of me.
“I have asked your father if he could take you to see me next week. Are you alright with that?” I nodded, because I felt warm inside from the way he had indirectly stuck up for me just now. He smiled at me and hugged me quickly, without our parents taking any notice. He was fast to kiss mothers’ cheeks and took a little bit longer to shake fathers’ hand. And then the Black family was gone.

It was indeed well into the next week when my father brought up the subject of the Blacks again. “Young Sirius has asked me if I would mind taking you to see him in London today,” father said. We were seated at the kitchen table after breakfast and our house elf was cleaning up around us. Mother was taking a bath upstairs, she was going off to Diagon Alley with a few of her friends that day and was excited to be out of the house for a minute. I thought I was going to spend the day in the house alone, with only our house elf as company. I would be able to read and wander around the house, but the prospect of seeing Sirius again, was even better.
Father dropped mother off first at the Leaky Cauldron. I wondered why he hadn’t taken me to Grimmauldplace before, since the Ministry was practically around the corner from the Leaky Cauldron, but instead of dropping me on the other side of town, he drove around the block and dropped me off in front of the Leaky Cauldron as well. I raised an eyebrow at him, but my father shook his head and it made me not say anything. I only thanked him for driving me here. He nodded and left, racing down the street and disappearing from view.
With a deep breath, I entered the Leaky Cauldron, afraid to come across my mother. But no, she wasn’t there, and in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron, I saw Sirius. However, he wasn’t alone, he had taken James. It took all of me not to turn around and leave this nasty old pub then and there, but the effort my father had put into me seeing Sirius that day, was enough to drive me further, through the pub, toward Sirius.
“Y/N!” he greeted enthusiastically upon seeing me. He hugged me and then proceeded to introduce me to James, as if I had no idea who James Potter was. Of course I knew who he was - one of those annoying school friends of Sirius’.
Tom the Innkeeper came over to us and the two boys ordered butterbeer while I ordered a pumpkin juice. We exchanged niceties and then James announced he had to go to the loo, leaving Sirius and I alone.
“Why did you bring him?” I immediately asked.
“How is your hand?” Sirius bounced back.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I want an answer,” Sirius said. “And, has anything else happened in the last couple of days?” He knew. I knew then for sure that he knew. I didn’t know how much exactly, but it could have been everything.
I stared down at the table as I shook my head, looking at my hand. It was no longer bandaged as it had been last Friday, but I could see the blisters and the redness of the burn lingering on my hand. A cruel reminder of what mother did to me for accidentally cutting my own hand while chopping carrots.
“Look at me,” Sirius said. It was the different tone of voice that made me do as he said. “I’m moving out. I wanted to tell you last Friday, but now I’ve made things definite. James’ parents are nice enough to let me stay with them for the reminder of my school years. And, since that’s just two of them, I reckon that- Actually, I asked them.”
“What? You asked them what?”
“I asked them if you could stay as well. Even if it was just the rest of this summer. You can’t stay in that house anymore, Y/N… I know it happens more often than you want me to think. And not only when you’re preparing stew.”
“Sirius, I can’t- I can’t stay with James and his parents. I barely know him-”
“But you know me,” said Sirius. “Trust me. If you want, you can be out of James’ home within minutes, if you have another place to stay. Just please tell me you won’t go back to your mother, OK? Promise me. At least, not longer than to just grab a few things.”
“Sirius- You can’t ask me this.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’m telling you to.” He took my hands into his. “Come on. Do you want James to tell you that it’s fine? That you can be with us? If you don’t feel comfortable living in the same house as James, then at least think of me there. If you want we can rent out an apartment together as soon as we have the opportunity.”
“Sirius-”
“Sirius, if she doesn’t want it,” suddenly James appeared behind his friend, “you can’t force her to.” He said down in the chair he had previously been sitting in and took a sip of his butterbeer. “Y/N, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s just that Sirius is very concerned for you and he’d rather see you somewhere safe.”
“You told him?”
“I couldn’t keep it to myself,” said Sirius.
I sighed and stood up. “I have to think this over, OK? On my own. I can’t promise you anything. Not yet.”
“Where are you going?” Sirius asked upon me walking away from their table.
“Out. I’ll be back soon.”
I took a walk around the Muggle neighbourhood, looking around and thinking everything through. I’d love to be away from the house that has always been abusive to me. My mother was impossible to go in against and I knew my father was afraid of her in some way. That’s why he drove me here and why he approved of me seeing Sirius today. He knew that Sirius was going to ask me to move out of the house. I knew I wanted to talk to my father more than ever, so I made my way to the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic.
It was easy to get in as I had been there more often. The phonebooth lowered me to the Atrium and then I used an elevator to navigate to the right floor. I found my father sitting at his desk reading some report and scribbling little notes in the margins when he looked up and saw me. “Y/N.” He didn’t sound surprised.
“Sirius has told me about his plan,” I said.
“Has he?” Father took off his glasses and lay them down on his desk, focusing his eyes on me instead of the text in front of him. “What did you say?”
“Nothing yet,” I admitted. “I need to know what you think.”
“But it’s your choice to make,” he said. “The Black family has always offered us more than we can give back, but I know it hasn’t been easy on Sirius living in that house. Grimmauldplace is dark, and not everyone in that house has been treated well. I think he is making the right choice moving to James Potter.”
“Do you think I would make the right choice if I were to move to James Potter?”
“I know you’re not friends with him,” father said. “Sirius has told me that much. But I am willing to make sure that you can live somewhere else. First, you need to get out of the house and the only way I can see that happening right now, is if you allow Sirius to help you. I don’t want her to get her hands on you again.”
I knew he was talking about mother. “Am I making the right choice?”
“Do what you need to do, my darling. I will support you endlessly.”
As I walked back to the Leaky Cauldron I repeated in my head what I was going to tell Sirius. I had so many responses in the back of my head that I was trying to pick the right one from, that every thought was starting to get all jumbled and messed up. I sighed as I pushed open the door, still not having decided upon the right way to tell him.
Sirius and James were still at the table I had left them at, my untouched pumpkin juice sitting at the table as well. They had ordered food, I could see that from the crumbs on the empty plates in front of them, and they had been waiting all along for me to come back.
Upon seeing me, Sirius instantly jumped up. I could see that he had been a nervous wreck all the while I had been gone. I didn’t know what to say, so I let my actions speak the truth for me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me. “Thank you,” I whispered, before pressing my lips against his.
He kissed back, but I could feel how surprised he was in how his hands touched my body, first my upperback and then the small of it. He pulled back. “Are you- are you coming with me to James?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s what I need to do. Thank you for your flowers.”
“That’s ages ago,” Sirius said, surprised I would bring them up now.
“No. No, it’s not. Everytime I look at them I am reminded that I have you. That we have each other.” I smiled and hugged him now, tighter than ever. Then I quickly let go of him, went around the table and wrapped my arms around James as well. “Thank you! And your parents! I can’t wait to meet those kind souls!”
James and Sirius exchanged a look that I couldn’t see. They knew my reaction was sincere, James was congratulating Sirius on his catch and they were secretly slapping each other on the back. All three of those simultaenously.
I let go of James. “Now. Who wants stew?”

Alpha pt. 3

Really wanna see where this story goes. I don’t typically plan my stories so what I write is purely something I just throw together. Hopefully, this series is a hit and not a miss.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Part One // Part Two // 

“So, are you going to the dance on Friday?”
You laid on the bed with your eyes closed, listening to the sound of the music.
Vanessa closed the book and placed it in her bag.
You couldn’t focus on the dance.
Not with everything that’s been happening as of lately.
“No”
“Why not?” Vanessa gasped.
“Anyone would be lucky to have you on their side”
“Well, I see no takers. Besides, Jackson and Lydia’s going and I don’t want to be near them”
“You could always call a certain someone who is a certain friend of a certain lacrosse player who just so happens to be a certain enemy of Jackson"
You rolled your eyes at her persistence.
Ever since the encounter in the library, you began to see more of him throughout the school. Every time he saw you, his lips would curl up into a smile which would then lead to him waving at you like a goofball in an attempt to get you to laugh.


“Nessa, I’m not going over this with you again. I said no”
“Fine. You can’t force the horse to drink, but I can lead you there”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing…”
“What did you do?”
“Not sure what you’re getting at. I’m tired, I’ll see at school tomorrow”

Vanessa left before you could grasp her intent. Shaking your head, you went into the bathroom to wash up.
When you came back, a man scanned your bookshelf, his hands in his pockets.

“You like the classics?”
“Of course”
“Why? You’re a teenager, you should enjoy movies and short videos in the span of six seconds”
“Well thanks to you, I’ll be a teenager for many years. Maybe then I’ll get the memo”
He faced you, and a shadow cast over half of his face.
“Such a feisty little thing, what makes you this way?”
“What do you want?”
“You’re going to the formal on Friday”

You furrowed your brows and crossed your arms.
Who was he to tell you what to do?
You dropped the towel and began to apply lotion on your body.
The Alpha sustained a growl in his chest as you undressed in front of him.
Your nonchalant attitude both soothed and unnerved him at the same time.
From where he stood, your soft skin looked appetizing, taunting him with a seducing song.
It was the moon that made him think this way.
He closed his eyes and tried to compose his thoughts.

“I’m not going to that stupid dance”
“You will”
“I already did what you asked, what more do you want of me?”
“Everything”
“Why are you trying to kill him? You would’ve killed him, back at the school. You would’ve killed all of them. Why not do your dirty work yourself?”

He didn’t speak nor made a motion to.
His face, or at least what you could see, remained emotionless.
He instructed you to close the bleachers while Scott was still in there.
How he couldn’t catch your scent, made the both of you curious.
It was a full moon on Friday’s yet you were more calm than usual.
You were a werewolf, no doubt. But something was different about you.
You didn’t have claws.
Grow hair on your face or ragged teeth when you were mad.
Your eyes didn’t glow but you could see in the dark better than you could before.
Your healing, hearing, and smell was stupendous, however, your transition period was way longer than the traditional sense.

“You’re going to the dance and just to spice things up, I want you to take McCall’s friend”
“Stiles? Why him of all people here in Beacon Hills?”
“Wear something nice”

Just like that, he was gone.
He disappeared in the darkness.
You pouted and crossed your arms as you realized why he hid by the shelf.
You lived next door to Danny and a certain someone just so happened to look out the window.

“I have a feeling you don’t like me too much”
Danny looked at him and went back to work.
Stiles closed his lips together and nodded.
He leaned back in the chair and turned towards the window.
Out of nowhere, he fell out and landed on the floor, “I’m fine, I’m okay”
Danny turned the page and continued to ignore him.
Stiles got up and looked towards the window to confirm what he saw.
“Oh my, I, Jesus Christ”
Y/N was beautiful.
Her curves were well pronounced, her chest made his eyes pop out of his head, and although he couldn’t see it too well, he bet that her woman was just as divine as she was.
Her mouth was moving as if she was talking but as far as Stiles could tell, no one was in the room with her.
Perhaps he’d been looking so long that he didn’t realize she had caught him peeping at her nakedness.
Stiles quickly ducked under the window and scrambled to close the blinds.
Danny furrowed his brows and stood up from his chair.
“What are you doing?” He grabbed his things and shoved it in his bag.
“I, uh, I forgot I left the shower on”
“The shower?”
“Yup, the last time I left it on my dad was ultra pissed because the water bill went rocket high”
“You’re just remembering that now? It’s been three hours”
“You ask a lot of questions, I’m just gonna–”
Stiles made his way out of the room while looking at Danny but forgot to open the door before walking into the wooden surface.
“My bad, heh,” he opened the door and fled down the stairs and out to his car.

When he was safe in his bed, Stiles kicked off his shoes and his pants so he could get comfortable.
Laying on his bed, images of what he saw drifted in his mind.
He’d never actually seen a real girl get naked before.
Not one that he’d already met.
Before he knew what was happening, his hand had already gone to his hard, rock length and began to stroke up and down.
A moan escaped his lips as he squeezed his cock causing a huge drop of pre-cum to form on the head of his prick.
Stiles took this chance to spread the pre-cum all over his shaft as he increased the speed of his strokes.
“Oh, fuck Y/N”
Pretty soon, the sound of a wet slapping noise could be heard in the room with each stroke of his long, hard cock.
He could imagine having her underneath him as he pumped himself endlessly in her warm cunt. Her moans would carry him for as long as the night, getting louder when he slammed into her so bad that she keeps cumming, screaming out his name.
“Yes, baby, just like that”
At this point, Stiles started to buck his hips against his hand, even bringing another one to increase his pleasure.
His moans got louder and suddenly he stopped thrusting and cried out, “Y/N!”
Stiles shot his cum all over his chest and stomach.
Several more spurts came out when he stroked a bit more to make sure he was completely spent.
“Shit”
He looked down at his shirt to see all the cum, now seeping through the material and clinging to his chest and stomach.
“This was my favorite shirt”
Stiles carefully took off the shirt and balled it up then threw it in his hamper.
Deciding to take a shower, he cleaned himself up and afterward he collapsed on his bed and fell deeply asleep.

**

Stiles pulled up to school in his parking spot.
He sighed and rested his head on the head rest.
Last night had been the first time he came so much.
He’d never done it using porno mags or movies.
The fact that it was all in his head made it better in his opinion.
That’s when his anxiety kicked in.
You saw him.
What would you do if you saw him in the hallways or in the library today?
Stiles groaned and hit his head against the steering wheel, “ow.”
Feeling bad enough as he did, he climbed out of his jeep, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.
“Jesus!” He closed the door to find you standing right before him.
Stiles gripped his chest as he gasped in horror.
You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the peeping Tom”
“That wasn’t me”
“How do you know what I’m talking about then?”
He looked to the side and faked a confused expression on his face, “what are we talking about?”
“You’re hurting my feelings,” you pouted.
“Did you really not like what you saw?”
“No! God, I loved what I saw–”
You smirked and dropped your hands to your hips.
Stiles realized he’d just incriminated himself.
He loosened his grip on his bag and looked at the ground, “oh, fuck me”
“Okay”
“What?!”
You chuckled at his reaction.
“How would you like to go with me to the dance tomorrow?”
Stiles looked from side to side and rubbed the back of his head.
“This is all a prank right? A huge joke?”
“No, I just figured since you’d seen me naked, it would be more than appropriate to ask you to a school dance. But if you really feel that way, then…”

You started to walk away, a smile planted on your lips.
Stiles took you by surprise by grasping your arm and pulling you to a stop.
You’d be lying if his rough actions didn’t make you drip between your legs.
“I would love to go to the dance with you,” your eyes fell down on his hand.
He still held a firm grip and in this moment, you saw Stiles as more than just some kid.
Reaching in your bag for a marker and a piece of paper, you wrote your number and name on it then folded it up.
You grabbed Stiles by his belt loops and slipped the paper in his front pocket so deep, he gasped at how close you were to his manhood.
In a sultry whisper, you brought your mouth close to his ear, “Pick me up at 7:30”
To seal the deal, you kissed just behind his ear, the action making him drizzle in his pants.
Stiles watched you walk away, leaving him alone in the student parking lot with a wet spot in his boxers.
Heading over to the gym, a hand wrapped around your neck, the pressure building.
Instinctually, you wheezed and grabbed at the hand.
“Making young boys soil their pants in a school parking lot, is far from acceptable”
Struggling to speak, you managed somehow, “it got, the, job done, didn’t it?”
Your Alpha thought for a moment and nodded.
“I suppose it did,” he let go, making you almost fall to the ground gasping for your breath.
“Well done, puppy”
“Puppy? Is that some sort of kink?”
“I think you’re ready to hear the rest of the plan”
“Right now?”
He gestured towards the parking lot and you followed him.

**

“If you compliment me one more time, I am going to explode”
Stiles closed his mouth and sat back in the chair.
He meant well, you knew that.
Almost every guy in the gym was looking at you.
They all made remarks about how you and Stiles were together, wondering how a guy like him could pull off a chick such as yourself.
Truth be told, you didn’t know.
The two of you got immersed in a conversation and it somehow led to the topic of sex.
“Well don’t you remember your first time?”
Stiles looked down at his hands, avoiding your eyes.
“Hey, are you a virgin?”
He cleared his throat and pulled on his collar.
You raised your eyebrows.
As sweet as he was, this kid was a virgin?
Then again, his sassiness and major tendency to piss people off could’ve been a key factor.
One that you adored.
“I seriously didn’t think it possible for me to like you more”
You gave him a smile making him return it.
He gazed into your eyes then drifted his attention to your lips.
“Come on,” you stood up and gestured for his hand, “let’s dance”
After sweat started to pool your forehead, you made a pass to the restroom.
On your way there, you saw a frantic Lydia wandering the halls.
Alright, follow the plan.
“Are you looking for Jackson?”

Lydia whipped around her heels.
She didn’t even flinch when she saw it was you.
Anger boiled inside of you but you let it go.
Nothing would soothe you better than knowing what was next.
Your bully would soon get her recompense.
“I saw him go towards the lacrosse field”
Lydia bumped your shoulder and marched over there.
A smile fell on your lips.
When you went back to Stiles, he was nowhere to be found.
Was I just stood up, you thought.
You took a seat at your table and focused on your hearing just like your Alpha taught you.
A scream ensued and Stiles yelled.
You guessed he went looking for Lydia and he witnessed your Alpha hurting Lydia.
A sharp ping went in your brain.
You lost your interest in Stiles.
He still had a crush on that wretched human being.
Grabbing your things, you headed over to the parking lot and headed home.
The flashing lights of an ambulance and a few police cars made you smile.
It has begun.

Part Two // Part Four //

sarah’s ultimate fic rec (1/?)

this is only part one because i read too much. i’m making this bc i rly needed a place to organize everything (my ao3 bookmarks are a nightmare yikes), so here! have this! it’s categorized by ship, so it should be easy to navigate your way around.

this one only includes the following ships: yoonmin, yoonkook, vmin, taekook & taegi. i tried to limit myself to 10/20ish fics per ship bc i didn’t want it to get too long, so i’ll add the rest later on & i’ll also include other ships in the next post!

total: 20 yoonmin fics, 23 yoonkook fics, 15 vmin fics, 11 taekook fics, 8 taegi fics (77 fics overall).

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anonymous asked:

What about Genji and his s/o are about to get intimate but then Genji gets really insecure about his new body and his s/o comforts him? Thank you!! I love this blog so much!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I chose to write Blackwatch!Genji solely because you said new body. XD I hope that’s okay!

Also, I wasn’t sure if you meant fluffy intimacy or NSFW intimacy, sooo I went with NSFW.

(To the asker of this prompt, I apologize. I thought I’d finished it and put it in queue but it was apparently buried in my drafts under like four others. Aannnd then I rewrote it from headcanons to a fic, which I think turned out way better but also took me an extra couple of days. Again, I’m so sorry but I hope you enjoy!)

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It has been a few months since you and your boyfriend Genji had gotten together. During his rough transition from human to cyborg, you were one of the very few people he could stand. You didn’t ask questions about his experiences, you were usually pleasant to him (if not a bit sassy), and you defended him when people started to dick around with him but he was just too tired to deal with them. The relationship started slowly and naturally and flawlessly, and it was only a matter of time until the intimacy was kicked up a notch.

So there you were, straddling Genji’s waist as the kisses you shared continued to get hotter and needier. His hands roamed along your half-naked body and through your messy hair, while yours struggled to remove the jacket he wore to hide his partially robotic body. However, when you managed to do so, Genji’s hands moved from your hips to lightly hold your wrists as he pulled back from your kisses.

Your (E/C) gaze was met by Genji’s own hazel-amber eyes, which had the passion slowly fading from them and turning into nervousness.

“Genji?” you questioned, becoming a bit worried, “Are you okay?”

The man below you smiled sheepishly before raising your hands to his lips. He kissed each of your fingertips before splaying your hands out over his heart. The left side of his chest, which was the only part that was still flesh.

“Maybe,” he started slowly, looking at anywhere but at your face, “Maybe we should wait.”

You sighed softly and freed your hands from his, only to trace patterns over his chest and shoulders. “You’re still not comfortable with this, are you?”

“It’s not that,” Genji insisted. He sat up partially and wrapped his arms lightly around your waist. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he murmured, “I’m more comfortable with you than anyone. Even more than when McCree and I are dicking around.”

You chuckled at this. McCree was second in place behind you on the list of people Genji could tolerate. With both of them having rough childhoods and overbearing backgrounds, they’d clicked almost instantly and, whenever they were around each other, they acted like the dynamic duo of dorky teenage boys.

“I promise you, none of this is because I’m uncomfortable with us moving forward this way,” Genji continued, moving to rest his forehead against yours and finally looking you in the eyes once more. “But.. My new body. It cause some… hindrances during these occasions.”

“Genji,” you cooed, running your fingers through his dark hair, “you’re not going to hurt me. You’ve gotten control of your body a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t lose that control,” Genji countered, flopping back onto your soft mattress.

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips, tracing your fingers across the visible metal plates of his body. He still wore pants, also solely for hiding the body he deemed to be ugly.

You went on, “Do you really think that I would myself in danger if I thought a guy I liked was dangerous? I wouldn’t have. Genji, you’re dangerous to your enemies, not to me. You cannot and will not hurt me.” You paused, kissing his temple before continuing, “By the way, while we’re on the subject of your body, I know that you think you look like an ugly piece of shit–”

“Ah, there’s my already low self-esteem appearing,” Genji interrupted with a timid chuckle.

Let me finish.” You leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to his lips, eliciting a curious hum from the man below you. Then you sat up straighter, still straddling his hips, and began to trace your hands lower on his torso as you spoke. “As I was saying, I know you may think that you’re not the prettiest peach in the bunch–”

Genji snorted at the analogy, which made you sound like Jesse, but didn’t interrupt again.

“–but, seriously, you’re like one of the most attractive men around here. Like, ever, actually. There’s a reason McCree gets fussy with me hogging you from him and I’m pretty sure your stupid prank wars are not that reason.”

After you finished speaking, Genji threw his head back as laughed, a very rare sight to see. You smiled in response and talked one of his hands. You pressed it to your cheek, which caused him to calm down and look at you once more. A goofy, comfortable grin now graced his lips.

You tilted your head to kiss his fingertips as he brushed his hand down your cheek and lowered your voice back into a soft, sweet tone. “So, are we okay now? No more self-doubt and worrying about fictional problems. You’re amazing and wonderful and kind of a stud; there’s nothing you need to worry about with me.”

He snorted at your compliments and traced his thumb across your lips. After a moment of quiet, he spoke up again. “Can I tell you one more thing?”

“Boy it better be I love you or I may just have to turn this love fest into a wrestling match,” you warned, smiling all the while.

“Okay so two things then.”

That earned Genji a smack.

“Okay, okay,” he said, meeting your gaze with a shy grin, “I do love you. You know I do.”

“And?”

“And,” Now he blushed and turned away. “I may or may not have remembered to get the attachments for this particular activity.”

You stared at him for a moment before reached past him to grab a pillow and whacking him with it between words.

“God. Damn. It. Genji. Why. Not??

The Japanese man was laughing again, trying to stop the soft weapon for lightly pummeling him to death, to no avail.

“I was going to use it as an excuse if you continued to try and throw your body at me.”

“Oh, what, you mean like this?” You tossed the pillow aside and flopped on him, purposely landing with your torso on his face. “Or did you mean more like this?” You rolled onto your back, crossed your arms over your chest, and huffed.

You felt your partners hot breath against your back as he snickered, then wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed kisses along your spine.

“This is exactly what I meant,” he retorted, his voice lower than usual and muffled a bit from underneath you. He kissed your spine again, making you shiver. “Of course, I’m feeling a lot better about it than I would have earlier.”

You hummed in response, running your hands over his arms and his hands began to lightly knead at your waist.

“You know,” you commented, shifting in his arms to face him again, “you stil have robo-fingers and a human tongue that would work just as wonderfully in place of those attachments you forgot, if you’re still up for it.”

Genji feigned thought briefly, before pressing a biting kiss to your collar bone. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

Fancy the Elf Lord

Title: Fancy the Elf Lord

 Summary: Kili is interested in courting you.  But instead of talking to you outright, he pulls pranks on you for your attention.  When that backfires, you call in some extra aid to get even.  

 Warnings: Pranks. Slight Humiliation.

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Originally posted by softlipsareopen


“Kili!”  You screamed as Bofur stood next to you, trying to suppress his laugh at the state you were in.  This was now the third time this week that you had been the target of a prank by Kili.  The first one was that he had filled your room with birds.  Don’t know how he did it, but he did.  You opened your door and out flew a ton of birds.  It took two days to get all the bird poop cleaned up, even with Ori’s help.

The second one was while you were having lunch with Dwalin, Balin, and Thorin.  You took a bite of your sandwich that had been brought up from the kitchen with everyone else’s food.  You chewed a couple times, wondering what was causing that crunching… You ended up sick after that prank. I mean, who wouldn’t lose their lunch when they realized there was bugs in their sandwiches.  Luckily for you, Thorin and Dwalin were like the big brothers you never had.  Kili was put through the ringer in training that night.

But this time, it was the final straw.  Bofur helped you clean up as much as you could, from the green goo that had been hanging over your door in a bucket and landed all over you.  You were on the verge of tears while the kind dwarf helped you.

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Falling Stars (2)

Originally posted by ladyoflaketownimagines


Pairing: none yet! (fem reader btw) (but shoot me a pairing!)
Word count: 1,242                                                                                            Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest         Warnings: Swearing, awkward reader, modern!oblivious!reader   


It was a dream-it had to be, or else it was a really shitty prank and you were having none of it.

“I’m dreaming, it must be a dream. Yeah, no way I’m actually here…sitting in the middle of fucking nowhere with dwarves… J-just a dream.” You whispered to yourself, your arms covering your head while you rocked back and forth. Maybe if you closed your eyes and just concentrated you’d wake up in your own bed with a hangover, the only explanation to this wild occurrence.

“If yer tryin’ to wish us away, it ‘ent workin’.” One of them commented.

Fuck me, you wailed internally.

You really did have the worst luck in the world. Only you would end up in a situation like this; thrown off a cliff, betrayed by your own foot, and teleported into an alternate reality of some sort with tiny men sporting excess amounts of hair and various sharp weapons. Although, nearly right after you fell into mild hysteria, the only normal sized person here who had a grey beard and pointy hat came to your rescue with a cup of tea and gentle reassurance. He called himself Gandalf and he patiently explained where you were and who the strange men around were.

Like that helped any.

And after having that slight panic attack, you seated yourself on the ground as the Company eyed you with pity. Thus leading us to the present time, where you still sat.      

“Oh, I really shouldn’t of poured beer on that tree!” You sobbed, earning a few confused stares.

“My dear,” Gandalf sighed, placing a gentle hand on your shaking shoulder. “I do not know how you fell into this world, no do I know how to return you to your own, but for your own sake you eventually must get up.”

“It’s better down here.”

Another collective sigh. Gandalf scoffed and shook his head, you were nearly as stubborn as a dwarf!

“Why-”

“Gandalf, let me speak with the girl.” A deep rumbling voice interjected what the old wizard was about to say. You could feel the power behind his words and how rich each syllable sounded, leading you to the notion that perhaps the speaker was somehow had ties to royalty or just really full of himself.

Heavy footsteps stomped over to your hunched figure, steel-tipped boots entering the slanted view through your crossed arms. You curled into yourself even more as he let out his own deep sigh and muttered something under his breath.

Just as you parted your lips to threaten the dwarf into leaving you alone, a rough hand snatched your arm and yanked you from the ground with enough force to eject you into the sun, most likely. “Get up.”

You squeaked in surprise and nearly toppled face first into the dwarf, but his firm grip on your arm steadied you. You readied a poisonous glare just for him, but it died away and you though better of it after seeing his own cold scowl that rivaled your own. You were taken aback after putting the tone of his voice to a face and just like his words, he was powerful and rich in features.

“That wasn’t speaking,” you grumbled after a slight pause. “that was manhandling.”

The left end of his darkly bearded lips twitched ever so slightly in response to your sass, and he quirked a dark brow. “I saw no other option.”

With that he released your arm and spun on his heel, midnight locks streaked with silver flowing behind him. “Dwalin, keep an eye on her.”

Gandalf tutted in reply and waved an arm over your shoulders, wheeling you away before the even scarier dwarf with geometric tattoos and muscles for days could keep you tethered to his side.

As Gandalf led you to God-knows-where, you surveyed your surroundings and couldn’t help but admire the surrounding scenery of rolling green hills, distant forests, and brooding mountains far to the east. Even if you were here against your will, it sure beat any scenery back at home you thought impressive. But it still didn’t make up for the sharp pang of home sickness…

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It turned out your unexpected arrival delayed whatever it was the group of dwarves, a wizard, and an even smaller creature with bare hairy feet that puzzled you greatly, were doing and so, sooner than you liked, you were hoisted onto a pony without your consent. Not like they cared of course…

The first few days they were skeptical of you tagging along(not that you wanted to), especially Thorin who you assumed to be the leader of them, but a few stern words from a meddling wizard changed his mind. But who could blame them? You pretty much fell from the sky and landed smack-dab in the middle of their camp without warning. Who wouldn’t be suspicious?

At least the strange little creature seemed to take an instant liking towards you and shared his sympathies. And after a few attempts of trying to engaging you in conversation you learned his name; Bilbo Baggins, a Hobbit from the Shire. You didn’t know what a hobbit was or why he was abnormally short with hairy feet, but you found him quite adorable and his odd mannerisms piqued you interest. He even offered to share his blanket with you!

You soon learned during the long hours of endless traveling that the Company was on a quest of sorts to reclaim a mountain lost to an over sized lizard with wings. Bilbo and some other members of the company thought your snide comment about Smaug was funny, Thorin did not and you succeeded in creating an even more horrid situation for yourself. Oh well.

Then there was the princes, Fíli and Kíli, whom you almost immediately became fast friends with after sharing ideas on how to properly prank a person. Not to mention your biting remarks that Fíli and Kíli found absolutely marvelous. Their particular favorite sassy remark being the one where you might of accidentally told their Uncle he had a stick up his ass in front of the whole Company. Oops.

And how could you forget about Bofur and Ori? Your first night with the Company, after easing back into your own skin after the traumatizing experience of falling into another world, you cracked a bawdy joke to ease some of the tension you had caused and Bofur eagerly responded with an even filthier one. A start of a beautiful friendship you liked to think.

Ori was shy and you all but adored him. He even gave you his extra change of clothing(you had never seen anyone blush as red as he did in that moment) and sheepishly showed you some of his drawings on the third night.

In the short time you had been here you began to grow fond of the Company, even Mr. Thorin Grumpypants and his dutiful sidekick, the miniature Hulk minus the green skin and a whole lot more tattoos than the actual Hulk. Though, even the two in mention, begrudgingly realized that you had grown on them, even if you were a bit odd and swore like a sailor.

You momentarily forgot about your life in the modern world, but you were reminded each time you felt yourself subconsciously reach for your phone to check your social media and your Snap Streaks.

Wait…If you were here and your phone was sitting on your bedside table in another dimension that meant-

“My Snapchat streaks!”

Monster Mash

(I know the title could be better, shush.)

On Friday Oct 13th, other than Markiplier destroying our feels, @justwritingscibbles released this little diddy of a fanfic with Vamp!Dark and Vamp!Anti. You can read it here

As a result some of her followers were asking her about Vamp!Mare. She decided to hand that creation over to me. He’s a bit on the rough side so far, but I hope you guys enjoy the story overall :)

Love to my editor @tenaciouslovechopshop

Originally posted by i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters

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Trouble (Hamilsquad x Reader)

AN: This is a bonus fic for 200 followers! Thanks again y’all, it means so much 

AU: Modern 

RequestAnonymous- 226 + 272 + 156 Hamil gang (laf, ham, Lau, MULLIGAN), platonic x reader Breaking into Jeffersons but caught and confronted by Washington

-226. “Look at that. I’ve never seen your face get so red.” 

-272. “Tell me again why I let you convince me that this was even remotely a good idea.”

- 156. “I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”

Word Count: 1,625

Masterlist

You were sprawled out across Gilbert and Hercules, dozing while Herc played with your hair. Alexander was talking about something Jefferson did in class again, much to John’s displeasure, not that anyone else was all that thrilled to hear the same rant again. 

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Not That Biased II

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/JB/Jinyoung

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1,374

Summary: You work at JYP as an analyst and are assigned to help a group of idols with their new collaboration song. Both Junior and JB are assigned to the project – very distracting, as you bias Junior. All of this would be fine though, if only that Im Jaebeom weren’t such a pain in your ass.

Originally posted by destroyjaebum


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A Prank Too Far - Part 2 (Requested)

Note: @arlynna very kindly requested a follow on from ‘A Prank Too Far’ where Killian finally manages to get the reader. I decided to take a dramatic approach to this one so I hope you enjoy it <3
I apologise at how long it is!

Killian Jones x Reader

Words: 1929

Warnings: Some fluff and it gets a little hot too…not too much but just the right amount I think :) 

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

He was a pirate…..he wasn’t supposed to work this hard to get someone. Usually he couldn’t move for the women who wanted to be with him. So why was it that when it came to you it was so damn difficult? It was a couple of hours after your encounter up on the deck, he could still feel the cold metal of the handcuffs against his wrist despite them having been off for a while now, and as for the tingling sensation that was left on his lips from them having been so close to landing a kiss on yours…well…that was doing far more than getting him a little excited.

He now needed you more than he had ever done so before which meant his determination was at a whole new level.

Sitting in his private quarters as his crew fought through their drunken states to keep the ship steady on the ocean waves he was unaware of any kind of incident occurring up on deck. Not until Smee came crashing through the door almost taking it clean off its hinges.

“CAP’N! The waves….they’ve taken [y/n]!”

The short pot-bellied man was completely drenched from head to toe and looked more like a drowned rat than he did a pirate and the look on his face was one of sheer panic. Killian had known the man long enough now though to be aware that he could be a little over dramatic at times and instead of his response being on the more urgent side he simply rolled his eyes and casually turned to face the man.

“What is it Smee? Oh and be quick. I am not in the mood for your foolishness.”

“[y/n] she was…she was having an argument with Squibbers an-and we hit a wave an-an-“

“DAMMIT SMEE! SPIT IT OUT MAN!”

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Bobby Finstock & Stiles Stilisnki platonic soulmates au

(aka @thisdiscontentedwinter has way too many headcanon days about Finstock and they give me ideas that I can’t let go)

(I originally wanted to post this a month ago, but tumblr was all “lol, nope”)

Everyone had a soulmark - a simple band around you wrist spelling out the first words your soulmate would say to you. If you were born before your soulmate, you would appear markless. If your soulmate was born before you, you will be born with the mark already in place. If your soulmate dies, the mark turns a faded red - barely readable, but still there.

When Mieczysław Stilinski was born his mark already firmly in place, Claudia and John rejoiced that their baby’s soulmate was already out there waiting for him. Somewhere else 30 year old Bobby Finstock frowned at his new mark and reached for the next bottle.

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NCT 127  When You Have A Short Temper And They Set You Off

Taeil
You had just gotten home from an extremely stressful day at work and you wanted nothing more than to just take a bath and crawl into bed. So when you were finally in the bathtub about to close your eyes and relax, and your boyfriend knocked on the door, you felt all your pent up frustrations from the day break loose, and you went off on him for bothering you when you were clearly busy and stressed. Taeil would be shocked to say the least, he knew you had a bit of a short temper, but you never took it out on him… He would be a little hurt initially but he would  see exactly how stressed you were and realize that it was just your frayed nerves talking.

Originally posted by jihansol

Johnny
When you were studying, you hated being interrupted, and that’s exactly what your boyfriend was doing. You knew it was going to be a bad idea to let him come over when you were trying to cram from your exams. What he was doing was nothing but sweet and innocent and it would’ve been welcomed if you hadn’t been studying, but you felt you eye twitch in irritation as Johnny continued to braid and play with your hair. “Can you fucking stop?! I’m trying to study and you’re certainly not helping!” You snapped at him. He instantly let go wide-eyed, you began to feel guilty as you saw how hurt he was. You sighed rubbing your temples, “I’m sorry Johnny, I shouldn’t have snapped at you, I’m just beyond stressed right now.” you apologized. He nodded, he would sulk a little bit, but he would accept your apology and forgive you.

Originally posted by lit-lilly

Taeyong
You knew your boyfriend had a habit of straightening up things to calm his nerves, and to just relax in general, but it always irritated when he moved your stuff without telling you where he had relocated it. And now you were pissed because you were running late and couldn’t find your keys which you had left on the coffee table in the middle of your living room. “God damn it Taeyong!” You yelled through your apartment, frantically rummaging through the couch cushions, even though you knew they wouldn’t be there. “Y/n? Are you alright?” You heard from behind you. You whipped around and saw your boyfriend looking wide-eyed and nervous, “How many times have I told you to let me know where you put my stuff?! I’m going to be so late because I can’t find my god damned keys!” You shouted, hitting a pillow in frustration. He pointed a shaky finger to the hooks by the front door “Uhm, I hung them up for you…I’m sorry y/n…” he looked down, clearly hurt by your spiteful words. You snatched them in frustration and slammed the door behind you, feeling guilt knot inside your stomach, as you quickly whipped out your phone and dialed his number to apologize.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Yuta
You and your boyfriend just so happened to like the same tea, and you were happy to share it with him as long as he asked. So when you woke up to make yourself a cup of tea, only to find the canister of tea leaves not only empty, but not thrown away either, you felt something snap. You marched straight back into your bedroom where Yuta was just waking up. “Are you kidding me Yuta?!” you yelled. He groaned “Yah, y/n what did I do now?” he said rolling back over in bed. “You finished the last of the tea and didn’t bother to throw away the canister! And now we don’t have any! I can’t believe you!” you yelled. Blame it on the lack of caffeine, but you were pissed you couldn’t spend your morning waking up with your favorite tea. Yuta would be annoyed that he was starting his day with you mad at him, but he did know how much you loved to have a cup of tea in the morning and he’d probably feel a bit guilty.

Originally posted by jhopety

Doyoung
You had just gotten home from your classes that day and wanted nothing more than to have a little bite to eat and crawl in bed, but when you walked into your apartment and found Doyoung there in your kitchen you were confused. “What are you doing here?” you asked. “I’m making you dinner!” he said happily as he continued to chop some vegetables. “Ah that’s really sweet of you but I’m really not that hungry…” you said. He frowned, “Ah but you have to eat something! Eat with me anyways please?” he said. You felt your blood pressure rise, “No Doyoung, I appreciate it but I’m really not that hungry.” you said tensely. “Oh come on please!-” he started. “No! I said I’m not hungry! Please respect that!”you shouted. You huffed and stormed off to your room, leaving your boyfriend feeling bad that he had nagged you.

Originally posted by dovounq

Jaehyun
Jaehyun loved to tease you whenever you were doing stuff and it always annoyed you to no end, and you always tried not to snap at him, but sometimes it was extra hard…this was one of those times. You were in the middle of cooking and your boyfriend was hovering over you repeatedly asking you what you were making, and if you were making some for him. When you tried to squeeze around him to get to the stove, you dropped the vegetables you had just chopped. Jaehyun’s eyes widened and he knew he had taken his antics too far, “Y/n, I’m-” he started. “Come on! You know I hate it when you crowd my workspace and distract me! Now I have to clean up this mess and start all over again! Just go sit down away from me! Ugh!” you huffed in frustration. Jaehyun would clean up the mess, avoiding your sharp glare before shuffling to the kitchen table waiting for you to be done.

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

Winwin
You were making lunch and you were perfectly content until the minute you turned around with your bowl of ramen in hand, you ran into your boyfriend, causing you to spill the hot soup broth all down the front of your white shirt. You grew irritated quickly from the mild pain of the hot liquid soaking through your shirt and burning your skin underneath, to the mess you now had to clean up, to the fact that your lunch was now ruined. You groaned in frustration “Sicheng! Please watch where you’re going! God even you shouldn’t be that damn clueless!” you snapped, instantly regretting your words. The sweet boy in front of you visibly drew back and his eyes softened showing the evident hurt in them, “A-ah I’m really sorry y/n…I-I’ll clean it up…” he muttered as he blushed in embarrassment. You shook your head and left to go cool off before apologizing.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Mark 
You were had taken a time out of your busy study schedule to meet your boyfriend for coffee, and yet here you were outside of the cafe you two frequented waiting for Mark who was running almost thirty minutes late. You grumbled to yourself as you sipped your coffee which was now cold, you heard frantic footsteps approaching you, and you looked up to see Mark running towards you. You felt your temper rise “Where the hell have you been!?” you shouted, causing him to stop in his tracks wide-eyed. “Practice ran late, I’m sorry y/n…” he said softly. “I know you’re extremely busy but so am I! We could’ve rescheduled instead of you leaving me here without letting me know. Ugh you know what forget it.” you called out to him before turning on your heel and walking away irritated.

Originally posted by nakasyuta

Haechan
You were headed over to the dorms to hang out with him and the other members, and you had had a bit of a rough start to your day with not being able to find your keys and shoes as you were trying to leave, and spilling your coffee on yourself in the process of looking for said items, which meant you had to change your clothes, so you were already in a bit of an irritable mood. But when Donghyuck flung open the door to the dorm and scared you as you walked up to it, causing you to drop the bags of snacks you were holding, you lost your temper. “Donghyuck! You knew I was bringing food over! Why would you do that?!” you shouted gesturing to the bags which had emptied their contents all over the floor. He looked down at his feet and apologized, feeling really guilty for pranking you now.

Originally posted by dovounq

It Isn’t What it Looks Like, Really!

For @crazylazydays prompt- sorry it took so long it started out short and fluffy and then my semi-angsty ass decided to get intense AND NOW IT’S 2400 WORDS OOPS. I hope you enjoy it :)))))

“It’s not what it looks like, really!”

“It looks like Nursey’s head is stuck in-between the posts of the stairs…”

“Oh, then it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Earlier That Day…

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