i flailed so much i almost fell out of my chair


high school supercorp au. kara struggling to keep her superpowers at bay around the pretty super nerd. kara hasn’t grown into her hero image yet & lena hasn’t grown into her name.

There’s a giant leading me to God knows where
I’ve got news, I’m going my way
Fighting, and I feel I’m getting somewhere
All is right, all is right.

From high atop the water tower on the very edge of town, a shadow sat, pushing up her glasses as they fell slightly down the bridge of her nose. Just below, an entire city stretched out toward the sea, the lights bleeding into it, which then bled into the horizon, into the very sky itself. Down by the boardwalk, someone was throwing away old bread and cotton candy while the gulls gulped them down with contented caws that got lodged in their noses. The smell of the freshly cut, end-of-summer lawns wafted through the night, perfuming the last night of summer break perfectly.

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Kitten; Part Ten

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Jon Moxley[Dean Ambrose]/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy Thirst Party Saturday everyone! Tagging our finest, @tox-moxley, @hardcorewwetrash, @oraclegazes, @actualamyautopsy and @iwannadiehere. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I maybe have the rfa + v and saeran planning something romantic with mc but everything going completely wrong? Bonus points if its very fluffy! Thank you! Btw, your hc always make me happy! You're a top writer and I really enjoy the way you write the rfa, but especially saeran! Thanks!

Well sweetcheeks Saeran is my favourite of all of them hands down so I’m very happy you enjoy me writing him as much as I do. I think he has the most potential and the best design, personally. I also think that Cheritz wasted him (and most of the other characters) in order to putsch Seven which is something I find extremely tiring. So, until I get a Saeran route that does that poor boy justice you can pry that beautiful creature from my cold, dead hands. Also, I’ll write HC’s for him until my hands start to bleed. Saeran (◕▿◕✿)

I think I overdid it a little? I hope you still like it?



♬ he’d planned this date for a long time

♬ the two of you had been so busy lately, Zen had decided to do something special to make up for it

♬ everything was perfectly planned and taken care off

♬ he’d prepared a beautiful picnic to be eaten at the park

♬ the food he’d prepared was mostly self made and delicious

♬ the weather outside was sunny and warm

♬ and the paddle boat rent had opened again for the season

♬ it was time for the perfect date

♬ you’d been so excited for that date too

♬ seeing how happy and cheerful Zen was about it only made it better

♬ he’d found a beautiful, shady spot under a big willow

♬ you’d spread out your big blanket and then went on to rent the paddle boat

♬ neither of you was really hungry at that moment, and the glistering lake just looked so enticing

♬ at first everything was fine, idyllic and romantic even

♬ sitting opposite each other you smiled and laughed together, talked about anything and everything

♬ Zen was paddling, strong arms allowing you to glide over the water

♬ you had one of those pretty parasols that made the entire scene seem as if from a movie

♬ Zen really liked that idea, your relationship being the type people made movies about

♬ sadly, those moments often lasted for a very brief time and this was no different

♬ when he got up to get to you and press a sweet kiss to your lips, Zen lost balance

♬ suddenly the boat was shaking rapidly and you getting nervous caused the two of you to flail and fall

♬ the water was bitter cold, despite the sun

♬ neither of you was able to turn the boat back around and get in, so you had to swim

♬ you were forced to leave the parasol behind he’d gotten you, almost drowning for a moment

♬ once finally outside of the water, drenched and shaking, you’d made your way to the willow only to find that animals had attacked your basket and most of the food was either scattered or gone

♬ needless to say that Zen was devastated

♬ his perfect date had fallen apart completely, despite all his efforts

♬ as you saw him pout at the remains of the food he’d prepared for you two, you felt your heart swell

♬ God, you loved that idiot so much…

♬ you took his hand and pulled him towards the blanket anyway

♬ the stuff that wasn’t usable you threw away together, but the entire time you smiled

♬ frankly, as long as you two were together, you were happy

♬ you two sat down together, cuddling up against one another, mainly for warmth

♬ he used the blanket to wrap around the two of you, instead sitting on the soft grass

♬ luckily some of the fruit were saved, as they’d been in harder to open boxes

♬ you took one of those and held it out for Zen, smiling at the other sweetly

♬ when he realized that you were still smiling, trying to make the best out of it even now by feeding him some fruit, all his sadness instantly melted away

♬ as he opened his mouth and accepted the strawberry you were offering, Zen knew

♬ he knew that he’d never loved someone like he loved you and that he never would again

♬ after that you moved from the shadows of the willow into the sun

♬ you laid down together, hand in hand, letting the warmth dry your body

♬ you threw a frisbee around for a while, played catch and hide and seek

♬ a man selling fish-shapes bread turned up a couple of hours later and you bought a couple

♬ you ate them as the sun went down, blue water turning back with the darkness

♬ you watched the stars for hours, sharing sweet kisses from time to time

♬ eventually you went home, made love and fell asleep in each others arms


★ Yoosung is a very attentive person

★ he never misses an opportunity to do something nice for you

★ he isn’t as overly sweet and romantic as Zen, not does he have the means to take you on expensive dates as Jumin might be able to, but he tries his best…he’s sweet, you know?

★ he always remembers birthdays and anniversaries, goes all out on Valentines day

★ sometimes he just likes to surprise you too, just for the sake of it

★ he thinks of you as his saviour, the one who saved him from himself

★ so, in an attempt to never let you forget how much he appreciates you, he planned a romantic date

★ while you were at work he’d used his free day to cook your favourite dinner

★ he put candles on the table, roses and the nice plates and all

★ he was just putting together the first plate when suddenly he heard the keys in the lock

★ you were an hour early and Yoosung panicked a little

★ he wasn’t quite ready yet!

★ not that you minded even in the slightest

★ when you entered the kitchen, smelling food, your breath got caught in your throat at the view

★ not only was the table beautifully set and the food smelled great but Yoosung look utterly adorable with his hair pushed back, cooking in his apron

★ you cooed and Yoosung blushed, nervously scratching the back of his head

★ he helped you out of your coat and hung it up for you while you chuckled with delight

★ he was just so cute when he tried hard

★ he lead you to the table, pulled back the chair for you, even spread a little napkin on your lap

★ when he put the finished plate before you it looked and smelled divine

★ he’d become an even better cook over the last couple of years so you knew you were in for a treat

★ you also smiled with glee as you realized it was your favourite meal

★ he watched you take the first bite, smiling with excitement

★ thats when you grimaced, obviously struggling to swallow, and his face fell

★ what had he done wrong?

★ when he tried the food himself he found the answer

★ you’d told him a million times to label the sugar and salt, just in case, and he’d never listened

★ he accidentally switched them up and now everything was borderline vomit inducing

★ he didn’t even want to imagine what the cake tasted like…great

★ as you watched him hang his head your heart swelled with pride

★ you stood up and went to hug him from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek

★ sadly, you had to toss everything away, but it was alright

★ you spend the rest of the evening cooking something nice together, brushing hips and stealing glances

★ as the candles has burned down you decided to cuddle up on the couch, plates on your knees

★ you ate while watching videos on YouTube, occasionally stealing from each others plate

★ soon the plates were abandoned, the two of you lying on the couch together

★ you weren’t fully asleep, but neither really awake

★ your head resting on his chest, Yoosungs arms wrapped around your figure

★ he brushed through your hair, smiling against your forehead contently

★ despite the date not having gone they way he thought it would, Yoosung learned valuable lessons

★ 1) always label sugar and salt
★ 2) the best moments aren’t the ones that are planned

★ when you really love a person you can do the most mundane things and they are still the best

★ “I love you.”

★ “Love you too, doofus”

★ and then you fell asleep 


♨ you two hadn’t had a free day in what felt like ages

♨ the work load was not half as exhausting as working for Jumin, but you still needed to unwind

♨ especially considering that even your ‘free days’ were often spend planning for the café

♨ sometimes re-decorating or something like that

♨ through all of the stress you’d never given up on Jaehee, never once complained

♨ you’d worked hard to make her dream come true and now she wanted to do something for you

♨ namely go on a short trip to the beach to relax and have some fun

♨ when the day finally came, Jaehee was prepared!

♨ She had three towels – just in case – a beach ball, a second bathing suit and set of clothes, enough food and cake to feed an entire army, a beach umbrella and liters of sunscreen

♨ since you only had one day, your trip started in the early morning hours

♨ that way you could use the entire day as well as avoid rush hour

♨ despite being quite exhausted herself, Jaehee insisted on driving

♨ this was all for you, so you should be relaxing from finish to start

♨ you offered multiple times to take over, but Jaehee refused every time

♨ eventually you fell asleep with your face pressed to the window

♨ Jaehee found it extremely endearing, saddened that she couldn’t take a picture

♨ when you finally arrived at the beach it was still relatively empty

♨ it gave you the time and space to choose a nice spot and build up everything

♨ you instantly wanted to go into the water, cool your overheated body

♨ Jaehee on the other hand decided to lie in the shade for a while, telling you she’d follow soon

♨ that’s when you got rid of the dress you’d been wearing, leaving you standing in nothing but the most adorable bikini Jaehee had ever seen

♨ she could feel her cheeks heat up, instantly putting on her sunglasses to hide at least some of her over the top reaction

♨ she watched you run to the water, so cheerful and happy, smiling to herself

♨ you played around in the water for a while, floated and swam while Jaehee watched

♨ she didn’t even notice how heavy her eyes had gotten when she was suddenly asleep

♨ it felt like mere seconds later that you were harshly shaking her awake

♨ she’d forgotten to put sunscreen on and while you’d been in the water having fun, not paying attention, she’d burned up to match the colour of a lobster

♨ you insisted that you go home right now, so you can take care of that horrible burn

♨ on the way back you were the one driving, hurrying just to get her home soon

♨ during the drive you put some of the ice packs on her skin or the now wet towel over her body

♨ once home you told her to lie on her back while you rubbed aloe vera all over her body, wherever she’d gotten burned

♨ after that you disappeared for a while only to return with liters and liters of milk

♨ Jaehee was extremely ashamed as you filled the entire bath with it and told her to get in

♨ she’d wanted to make this a nice day at the beach and instead she’d ruined it

♨ you didn’t mind at all, however, as you sat behind her and carefully rubbed in the milk into her back

♨ once she’d showered you’d put on Zen’s musicals and marathoned them

♨ you braided each others hair in your PJ’s and ate some unhealthy food you usually wouldn’t

♨ you even build a pillow fort together

♨ it isn’t quite the night Jaehee had planned, but neither of you has ever been that relaxed, so she calls the entire thing a win after all

♨ “Thanks for today.”

♨ “But I completely ruined the beach trip?”

♨ “I don’t care. As long as we’re together, I’m happy.”


♛ he knows better than anyone how hard it is to work all day long

♛ Jumin also knows the feeling of being on the verge of breaking down under the workload

♛ so when he notices the first traces of dark circles and tiredness he instantly has to do something

♛ you’ve been overworking yourself, between planning the party, helping Jaehee in her café, Yoosung’s clinic and even sometimes Jumin himself

♛ he’s expressed concern about that before, but you’d always brushed it off

♛ after all you wanted to help as much as you could and make everyone happy

♛ it wasn’t like you had a ‘normal’ job anyway, so why not?

♛ while he still didn’t have the heart to stop you, Jumin came up with something else

♛ he wanted to treat you to something relaxing, spoil you for a couple of days

♛ so he booked the two of you a nice wellness weekend at an expensive spa

♛ he’d been forced to keep it a secret for a while, as the place was rather booked, so the appointment he got wasn’t immediate

♛ but when he finally told you and got the brightest smile and kisses in return, he’d never felt prouder of himself

♛ that weekend you’d packed your things and made your way to the spa, eager to relax

♛ sadly, that didn’t quite out as there had been a mix-up and your spot had been given away

♛ Jumin immediately asked for another, but the next one was at least a month away

♛ he wanted to get angry and basically get everyone involved fired for this

♛ especially at how disappointed you looked because of their mistake

♛ but he knew that him getting angry and bossy made you sad, so the two of you took your leave

♛ he felt horrible for having put you through this, especially as you were strangely quiet on the drive home

♛ then a got an idea!

♛ maybe he couldn’t get you into that particular wellness spa, but he had the means to make the day just as relaxing at home

♛ so the second you got up to the penthouse he called a couple of people before turning his attention back to you and only you

♛ from that moment on he took control over your relaxation

♛ he ran you a bath with rose pedals and bubbles and hot water just the way you like it

♛ he gave you a full body massage and for all the things he couldn’t do – such as manicures, pedicures and even getting your hair done – he got professionals just for you

♛ they made you the dinner you wanted afterwards, which you enjoyed candlelit with classical music softly playing in the background

♛ it was a peaceful evening spent talking and laughing without a worry in the world

♛ Jumin even finished the day off by tugging you into bed himself

♛ he then set beside the bed and like the first night you’d slept in that penthouse he read to you

♛ it was your favourite book and even the original copy he’d gotten you

♛ his low voice soothed you even further, entire body relaxing into the mattress as he read

♛ eventually he laid down beside you, pulling you against his chest

♛ you hummed happily, cuddling up to your husband

♛ “I’m sorry todays plans were ruined.”

“Are you kidding? You taking care of me for the whole day was much better than any spa.”

♛ Jumin smiled then, once more reminded just how lucky he was to meet you

♛ he gently tilted your head up, pressing a kiss to your lips

♛ “I love you, darling. If you wanted, I would give you the world.”

♛ “I don’t want the world though, silly. All I’d ever want is right here beside me.”

♛ he held you until you fell asleep, heart swollen with joy


☼ Sevens idea of date night is quite different from what other people would consider

☼ he also isn’t really familiar with what most would consider 'romantic’

☼ it’s not something that has ever bothered you, as you yourself aren’t really hearts and flowers

☼ you like that most of the time your dates are fun and different

☼ that is until one of his bright ideas goes wrong again

☼ because you can be sure that generally you’re the one who has to clean up the mess afterwards

☼ like that one time he got arrested and you had to bail him out

☼ who would have thought that he’d take hide and seek so serious!

☼ The idiot broke into someones house for fucks sake!

☼ over time you’d gotten used to even that, though and generally it was fun to watch as his mugshots were taken every time

☼ you laughed a lot

☼ so, when he suggested something calmer this time you were surprised

☼ he said that he’d noticed how exhausting your dates were for you, so he wanted to do something you would enjoy as well; a games night in

☼ he’d gotten out cards, chess, multiple video – and boardgames

☼ Seven was ready and his excitement was contagious

☼ he’d ordered take out for the entire night, stocked up on PhD Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips and both of you had changed into your matching cat PJ’s

☼ the evening started nice enough

☼ you were cuddled up on the couch, beating each others asses at some first person shooters

☼ after that you stuffed yourself full while playing cards at the table

☼ he actually let you win a couple of rounds of chess, smiling to himself as you did your little victory dance only to put on an annoyed face once you looked at him

☼ he just loved how cheerful you were at even the smallest things

☼ then he suggested playing Twister and you should have known better

☼ Seven spends all day crouching in front of his computer, of course he’d suck at Twister

☼ actually, for a while it worked out

☼ since both of you were rather competitive, the two of you each gave your best

☼ it was a very intense round, which probably caused what happened after

☼ in an attempt to look cool and win the game Seven had attempted to do that 'cool lean-back thing’ from the Matrix

☼ sadly, he wasn’t quite as sportive as with a sudden cracking sound, Seven fell to the floor

☼ …and he couldn’t move anymore…fuck…

☼ the rest of the night was spent waiting in the ER for someone to fix whatever Seven had done

☼ by the time you got home the sun was about to rise

☼ so you suggested for the two of you to go up on the roof to watch

☼ as you set there, sharing a Honey Buddha Chips bag with your feet dangling off the roof, your head resting on his shoulder you suddenly burst into laughter

☼ “What are you laughing about?”

☼ “You, mainly, and all the bullshit you get yourself into.”

☼ “My, honey, thank you so much for your compassion.”

☼ “I drove your crying ass to the hospital, you have no right to complain. Anyway, what I was trying to say is…Seven you’re the weirdest dude I know and I love you for it. You’re unconventional, but I’d rather tell our grandchildren the extraordinary things that happen to us, all the adventures I get to have because I chose you instead of the typical guy taking me to wine and dine. Today was a great date night. Thank you”, you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, causing him to blush

☼ “I’m glad we agree. I love you too…by the way.”


☀ when Saeran heard that there was a fair in town, he got excited

☀ the doctor had warned you that he might show certain childish behaviours due to all the trauma and loss of a normal childhood

☀ you didn’t see the problem though, as you found it extremely endearing

☀ he hadn’t smiled in such a long time so to see him beam…hell, you’d win him one of those life sizes plush bears at the throwing stand and more

☀ it was especially sweet to watch him struggle and stutter through his attempt of inviting you to a date on that particular fair

☀ of course you said yes, as you personally liked fairs too and would do anything to make him smile

☀ the fair was quite packed, but nothing both of you couldn’t handle

☀ he actually did win you a plush bear, although not a life sized one

☀ the two of you shared some cotton candy and even went to the ghost house together

☀ Saeran actually didn’t push you away when you clung to him and you were actually thinking he might have smiled, even?

☀ as the afternoon began to turn into evening and night Saeran suggest to go on the ferris wheel

☀ you were a little surprised, as it wasn’t really exciting and mostly what couples did together

☀ when you saw him blush you realized that he wanted to do that with you and you blushed as well

☀ you walked there side by side, silent and not touching but with rapidly beating hearts

☀ you got in and both enjoyed the view slowly showing itself to you

☀ until suddenly the wheel came to a rapid halt and didn’t continue to move anymore

☀ then the announcement followed that it was broken and they were working to fix it

☀ well…that was unfortunate

☀ the two of you looked at each other, eyes wide with shock but with nowhere to go

☀ you were at the top of the wheel, so there was really no option but to sit and wait

☀ for a long time things were very awkward

☀ both of you looked anywhere but each other and when you actually did steal a glance and your eyes locked both of your faces heated up and you quickly looked away

☀ there was a long silence as well, both of you staring outside of your respective window

☀ then Saeran sighed, shoulders sagging

☀ “This is not how I’d imagined our first date to go.”

☀ you understood what he meant, but you didn’t agree at all

☀ with a gentle smile you reached out, taking his hand into your to get his attention

☀ Saeran instantly looked up, locking eyes with you, wide and confused

☀ “I really loved this date so far. As far as first dates go, this is still one of my best if not the best one. Plus, we get to enjoy this beautiful view for much longer than any other couple so really, we’re lucky.”

☀ it wasn’t perfect, but it made Saeran smile

☀ you decided to switch from your side to his so you two were sitting next to one another

☀ there was still a silence and Saeran was a little stiff for a while, cheeks heated, eyes downcast

☀ until suddenly his hand inched closer and he tentatively laced your fingers together

☀ both of you were looking in opposite directions and yet both of you were smiling just the same

☀ you watched the sun set together and when it was replaced by starts you finally turned to look at each other again

☀ his eyes scanned over your face, coming to a halt on your lips

☀ he looked between them and your eyes, asking for permission

☀ you gave a quick nod and finally your lips met in a sweet, loving kiss

☀ you buried your fingers in his hair as his hands rested on his hips

☀ both of you were completely lost in the kiss, soon growing more confident and passionate

☀ you didn’t even notice when the wheel started to move again


📷 with V having gone completely blind, date possibilities were rather limited

📷 of course you could still go to dinner, but almost everything else was harder or near impossible

📷 even watching a movie in the cinema – the most basic date – was not really something you could do

📷 which was a shame, V knew, because you loved watching movies

📷 he used to love watching movies too, before he went blind

📷 that was when he heard about blind commentary for the first time

📷 you could’t watch a movie in the cinema, but you could watch one at home

📷 you’d done so much for the RFA and him, V thought that the least he could do was switch up your usual dinner dates for movies for once

📷 so, with a plan in mind he’d made his way to the nearest VideoWorld

📷 it had been quite a while since he’d last seen a movie, so V had made his way directly to the register to ask for some advice

📷 he wanted a movie that was romantic, popular and would make his girlfriend happy

📷 not that the guy behind the counter listened

📷 the second he’d seen the crane and realized the man in front of him was fully blind he’d decided to pull a little prank on him

📷 something neither his girlfriend nor him would forget for a long time

📷 with a smile in his voice he’d told him he’d be right back, returning with what he told V was 'The Notebook’, the best movie for dates

📷 V had thanked the guy, payed and made his way home

📷 he’d managed to get the DVD in and even ordered Pizza, drinks and ice cream to go with it

📷 when you finally came home he greeted you with a kiss, told you that he’d run you a bath and he’d wait for you to join him

📷 you thanked him, adoring how considerate and sweet your boyfriend was

📷 once you’d showered off the day and were warm and comfortable on the couch he handed you the remote for the DVD player

📷 you were surprised but he looked so happy and exited about it so you figured he’d gotten a DVD for the two of you to watch

📷 how sweet, he knew how much you loved movies

📷 however, when you pressed play it wasn’t The Notebook…not at all

📷 the cover showed two naked women caressing each other…amongst other things

📷 your eyes almost popped out of your head and you froze for a moment

📷 had V really chosen a porno?

📷 Then it clicked…V was blind so someone else must have chosen for him

📷 you quickly reached for the remote and tried to turn it off, but it was too late and the moaning and other obscene sounds started

📷 now it was V’s eyes widening, cheeks heating and swallowing loudly

📷 after a very, very awkward minute you finally managed to turn the damn thing off, sagging

📷 T-that wasn’t The Notebook, I take it?”

📷 bless V for his big heart, trust and innocence

📷 “No, honey, that wasn’t The Notebook. I guess someone tried to pull a prank. I’m sorry.”

📷 “I’m alright…I’m just sorry it ruined my plan for date night. I know going out with me isn’t easy and our options are limited so I really wanted to make you happy.

📷 “V…you make me very happy. It’s not about the dates. You show me how much you care every single day with every word and gesture. Not to mention that you’re trying to adjust yourself. I appreciate you even trying to do something like that for me. Thank you.”

📷 you kissed, smiling against each others lips

📷 …and maybe just maybe that special copy of The Notebook came in handy later that day after all

The Portal to Oxin - Part One

Summary: Dan doesn’t mean to send himself and Phil inside The Mark of Oxin, but somehow, the pair end up in Phil’s video game. With Dan as a soldier and Phil as a mage, they must find Alex, Emiliy, and Jake to help them find out who is responsible and what sinister force is so intent on capturing the creator of the game.

Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Mystery, soldier!Dan, mage!Phil

Warnings: swearing, minor mention of panic attack

A/N: Hey everyone! This won’t be an extremely long series, like my work Sugar on Top, but it will be a few parts. I just really adore Phil’s game and thought his universe was so interesting! Keep an eye out for some familiar faces that may pop up as Dan and Phil explore. This’ll be fun. I can’t promise how quick the updates will be since I’ll also be updating Sugar on Top (a baker!Phan AU that you should totally check out) but it’ll be as often as I can manage. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!

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Anonymous: Req where Spencer and y/n are married with a baby boy and a psychopath abducts them (reader and baby Alexander) and taunts Spencer and the BAU

Originally posted by i-kill-u-in-my-mind

Spencer hunched over the chair in Penelope’s office, silent tears rolling down his frozen face while the computer’s light enhanced the stress-induced dark circles around his eyes. Penelope glanced at the broken man, her eyes possessed with sadness.

“Spencer, they’ll be okay.” Penelope cooed, placing a comforting hand on Spencer’s arm but he didn’t even flinch, attention fixated on numerous possibilities of Y/N and Alexander. Suddenly, the change on the computer monitor drew Spencer from his agonising thoughts.

“Oh lord,” Penelope gasped, rushing to get the other agents. A live stream dominated the computer screen, revealing to Spencer his worst nightmare. Y/N was passed out in the background, bruised, bloody face pressed against the concrete floor. However, a masked man entered frame, Alexander flailing in his arms, gun pressed firmly into his curly hair.

“No, no, no.” Spencer sobbed, unable to remove his dispirited gaze from the torturing screen. Alexander’s muffled screams pierced through the speakers, the mans gloved hand placed tightly around his mouth before walking closer to the camera.

“You’re an easy one to hurt aren’t you?” The dark voice chuckled through Alexander’s screams. As soon as Aaron realised he could see them, he glared up at the CCTV camera in the corner of the room.

“Hotch. The man that took my family away from me, how nice to see you. It’s a shame on the circumstances.” The gruff voice blistered Spencer’s ears, tears drowning his angered face.

“Actually, Hotch. If I don’t see you at my door within the next 2 hours then, this little man will never see his father…or mother…anything ever again. As for her, well, she’s barely breathing already.” The masked man inquired, laughing hysterically while jumping up and down slightly at the sight of Spencer breaking down.

“Man, if I knew this would get to you all like this I would have done it sooner.” The man laughed, removing his hand from Alexander’s mouth so his screams would echo into their office.

“I’ll tune back in with you shortly.” And with that, the screen went black, the only sounds in the room were Spencer’s uncontrollable sobs escaping his throat but they were quickly halted when Penelope tried to comfort him once again.

“Fine? You said they would be fine!” Spencer roared, towering over the cowering woman. Derek was quick to stand it, pulling the discouraged man away from Penelope.

“Hey man, we will find them.” Derek assured firmly but Spencer pulled away from his strong grip.

“You said that two hours ago, she’s almost dead. He has my family.” Spencer yelled, loud voice over powered by loud sobs as his body’s strength gave up on him. Aaron knelt beside the fallen man, gesturing for the other’s to leave.

“I can’t do it, Aaron.”

When the screen was taken over again, the whole team was stood over the computer, taking in as much of the visual information as possible. However, Y/N’s body was weak in the corner, cradling her distraught toddler in her shaky arms.

“Peek a boo.” The man’s familiar voice growled, his broad body centred on the screen. Y/N glared up as he began talking, her eye’s drifting to the screen where she was met by the sight of her friends and broken husband. Y/N’s eyes grew wide at the sight as she looked down at Alexander, sitting him in the corner with a finger pressed against her lips, indicating for him to be quiet.

“Hotch, I don’t see you at my door yet.” The man chuckled, dark eyes burning into the virtual image of Aaron.

“We’re not scared are we? I mean, the girl’s taking it like a champ.” The man continued, turning his head to be met with the boy only.

“What the-” But before he could finish, Y/N jumped onto his back, making him fall to the ground. Without thought, Y/N reached for the fallen gun while the man threw her off of his back. He charged towards Alexander, however, his body fell to the floor with a loud gun shot before he could touch the baby genius. Y/N ran for her son, carrying him to the laptop on a wooden desk.

“Y/N,” Spencer whispered, pushing past his team members to see his wife clearly.

“Ally’s fine, please come get us.”


Part 2

I’m still taking prompts. :)

prompt: “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks” for Bellarke. Ao3.

Honestly, Bellamy’s not that much taller than her, so he really has no place being as smug as he is. And Clarke’s not even that short. She’s a completely average height.

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This Secret I Keep// Sherlock Holmes

Originally posted by silent-micka

Me? Fifth most popular Tumblr for Sherlock imagines? Seriously? I really never did expect that to happen, let alone have nearly 700 followers. You guys keep it up, by my birthday I’ll be at 1K. Unbelievable. 

Here’s Sherlock oneshot 1 out of 3 for the night!

Requested by Anon: There aren’t many people that Sherlock Holmes finds himself extremely protective of, let alone drawn to. When you leave 221B for a date, he can’t help himself to plant a bug on you. We all know that never goes well. 

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Something Green, Something Blue, Something Perfect and Two Somethings New

So, a while back, I wrote a plance thing with pregnant pidge and recent conversations with @formblazingshucker had me thinking about that au. Before I knew it, this little self indulgent thing happened. You don’t have to read the first one to read this one but it is more plance and that one focuses more on them being gross and sappy.


“Babe, you are a freak of nature.”

Lance grimaced as he placed the jar of peanut butter that his very pregnant wife had asked him to get in her waiting palm. He hovered for a second as a horrified voice in the back of his head demanded that he rip the jar right out of her hand before this gustatory atrocity could be committed. It sounded a lot like Hunk. He hesitated a second too long and before he knew it, said very pregnant wife had wrenched the jar out of his grip and was holding it to her chest, unscrewing it eagerly. The excitement was clear in the way the tip of her tongue was peeking out between her lips and the way she was looking at the jar like it was the first thing she wanted to see on Christmas morning. Admittedly, it was adorable. Or at least it would be if she was intending to eat the peanut butter like a normal person.

“Don’t knock it til you try it.” Pidge said, looking up at him with a shrug.

Lance raised an eyebrow at her and then at the family size bag of salt and vinegar chips she was going to dip into the peanut butter. His nose wrinkled almost without permission just thinking of the crispy, gooey nightmare that would be in a human mouth and when he looked back at Pidge, still grimacing like she’d forced her weird late evening snack down his throat, she was looking just a teensy bit sheepish.

“Alright so it’s a little weird but hey! It grows on you after a while okay?“

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Young Fem!Reader x Brother Figure/Alpha Scott

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Reader has nightmares of Isaac and Reader’s abusive home life

The plate dropped to the ground and your eyes locked on your brothers from across the room. The sound of it shattering into tiny pieces was almost like a warning bell for the both of you, Isaac quickly pushed his chair back as a glass was launched towards you, taking the blow as he crushed you to his chest and told you it was going to be ok.

“I’m sorry Isaac!” You yelped when he was grabbed and dragged towards the basement.


You threw you blankets back, gasping for air as the nightmare left your body coated in sweat, Melissa’s room was just next door so she heard you cry out and had hurried in. She wrapped you in a tight hug as you sobbed into her shoulder.

“It’s alright (Y/N), if you have a bad dream you can find me ok.” Melissa said gently.

“Ok.” You whimpered.

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A Walking Disaster

Pairing; Robb Stark x Female Reader 

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve ever written on tumblr, so hopefully it is good! Feedback is welcomed with open arms! Also, in my perfect GoT world, Robb was never dead and gets to go back to Winterfell and remain King in the North

Warnings: N/A

Prompt: As a token of gratitude to the King in the North, your father decides to ship you off to Winterfell to become a Lady in Waiting to the King’s younger sister, Sansa Stark. Unfortunately, you find yourself messing up left and right.

 You had to be the worst lady-in-waiting the seven kingdoms had ever seen.

Honestly, Ghost probably could’ve done a better job than you and he didn’t even have working thumbs. 

 It had been about 2 months since you had walked through the gates of Winterfell and joined the royal court. It had also been about 2 months of a constant flow of royal screw ups. 

After the sack of King’s Landing, everyone had shown their gratitude toward the Northern army and their King, Robb Stark. The reign of King Renly could not have come about without their help and as a sign of gratitude, Renly had granted the Young Wolf his request to be separated from the seven kingdoms.

Following in Renly’s act of kindness, you father had also given the King of the North 60 of his most skilled men and you as a lady-in-waiting to Sansa.

As a lady-in-waiting, it was your job to follow Sansa around and do practically everything with her. Sadly, for you, that meant doing the type of things you weren’t very good at. It wasn’t like the tasks were hard, you were just a very accident prone person; as your father would always tell people. Whenever you were presented with an activity or task, it had been followed by some type of disaster. 

Including the current one where you had accidentally set Lord Umber on fire.

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Bringing Back Sergeant (One-Shot)

Request: Bruce & Tony arguing over the fact Bucky will never cut his hair so they make a bet on it, but when they go to find Bucky they find him with reader (who is a new agent, been there less than a week) cutting his hair.

Warnings: fluff, minimum language ;)

Word count: 1267

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I saved your life

Originally posted by jaeger-kisaragi

AN: I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you lovlies like it! Let me know what you think? I really enjoy you guys’ feedback <3

Pairing: Pietro x Reader 

Prompt: Can you do oneshot about Pietro and reader where reader is Tony’s sister (but she isn’t much like him. She is shy and quiet but kind, so everyone on the team likes her, she likes reading and is a lot in libery or lab, she never date someone or have her first kiss, she has got healing powers) when Pietro gets shot by Ultron she heals him but loses lot of energie and blacked out. When she wakes up Tony throws party and Pietro gets jealus when Steve flirts with reader and admit his love to her.

Warnings: Just remembering Pietro’s death :’( also I got really into the argument bit (having my own relationship drama kind of inspired me) So I’m sorry if it’s too much

Note: I often use – to represent time gaps

You stop your work due to the buzzing of your phone on the desk next to you. You slide the lock and see a text from your brother Tony. “Hey Y/N there’s a meeting in… the um.. meeting room ;)”. ‘Wow’ you think to yourself, your brother may be a billionaire but he was shit with words. You put down your book and grab your jacket before closing the lab door behind you.

You walk down the hall and jab the elevator button and wait for the metal doors to slide open. As you step in you see a familiar mess of white hair.
“Oh, Hi Y/N” Pietro blurts out excitedly. He ran his hand through his tangled mess of hair and gave you a grin that melted your insides. He was so gorgeous but you knew he would never like you the way you liked him. Truth be told you had had a crush on the avenger for quite a while. You had never been in a relationship or even been kissed before, you never felt the need for it, finding the comfort within your books and friends. You always thought that love was just something you didn’t need in your life. Until he came along and made you feel things that you had never felt before.

“Hey Pietro” you smile nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Are you… Are you going to the meeting?" 

"Yeah” you laugh “You’ve been summonsed too" 

"Yeah, Wanda said it was important that we help out. You know. For Sokovia”

“Oh of course, The team really values both of you. I know they are glad to have you along. Especially.. You know, considering everything that has happened”

“Well” Pietro shrugs in an attempt to be modest “Me and my sister have spent a long time hating Tony, but when we saw what Ultron wanted to do. To the world. It is, how you say, the lesser of two evils?”

Not knowing how to reply you smile awkwardly and nod.

“I’m sorry. I know Tony is your brother- I just-” Pietro’s icy blue eyes widen as he starts to panic about offending you.

“Oh no, Don’t worry it’s fine Piet, I know things must be hard for you and Wanda. I’m really impressed at how well you’ve dealt with everything. I am nothing like my brother” You wave your hand. “I understand completely”
Pietro smiles at this response. He was about to ask you something when the metal doors slid open again.  

“Hello Y/N, Pietro” Steve nods as he steps into the elevator.

“Hey Steve” you grin. Steve was one of your best friends at the tower, he never mocked you for your love of books or how quiet you always were. He would often sit and listen to you talk for hours about the book you were currently watching.

Through the rest of the elevator journey, to the top floor,  you and Steve talk about the book you were reading “The girl in 6E”. You caught Pietro smiling at you out of the corner of your eye and a scarlet blush creeped upon your face.
The doors slide open for the final time and you all enter 'The meeting room’ Nice one Tony.

“what took you guys so long?” Tony flailed dramatically. 

“It is a long ride to the top” Pietro shrugs, Tony looks at you with a fake look of disappointment and you walk quietly to a seat by him.

“Well now that everyone is here” Tony begins. “We have a very important mission”


You were told to stay put, Stay safe, Stay alert and make sure your radio was on at all times. 

Clint had parked the Jet in an area in a forest area that was close by but still out of the way. You had brought your favourite book and sat quietly by the radio. Waiting. 

However the suspense was killing you, you couldn’t concentrate on your book and you had spent the whole time listening to every single voice that came on the radio. You had no idea what was going to happen and you knew that the team would need you to be sharp. The pressure of it all began to stress you out more and more.

That’s when you finally heard it. At first it took you a while to work out exactly what was going on, You thought that everything was running smoothly and then the jet’s system came up with an alert that Pietro was offline. At this you heard an earth shattering scream come from, what sounded like, Wanda. And you knew it was bad.

“Emma” you hear Clint scream over the radio “We are going to need you here right away” before he can finish his words you had hoped on to the motorbike that Bruce and Tony had built especially for you and you were off. You had no idea how you got there so fast, or how you even knew where to go but your body took control and you were there in a matter of minutes.

As you saw Pietro lying there, dark blood stains covering his entire body, your heart felt like it was falling out of your chest. You tear away at the scraps that was left of his shirt, exposing his wounded flesh. As a hot tear fell down your, now pale, face you place your hands on Pietro’s body. Trying to keep your mind focussed and block out your surroundings, you focus all you can on Pietro and healing him. You feel the rush of magic through your arms and into the almost lifeless body in front of you.

You felt your nose begin to bleed but pushed on anyway. You hear muffled noises of people around you and a heavy hand on your shoulder shocks you from your concentration. 

“Y/N please” you hear Tony’s weak voice “You can’t keep going. It’s going to kill you”

“I can do this” you spit out. You knew you could do it. You just had to keep pushing, no matter how weak you felt, you were not letting him die.

“Please” Tony begs again. You look over at Wanda now, In Clint’s arms, the expression on her face killed you inside and fuelled your determination more.

“I have to save him” you mumble, trying to muster up as much strength as you could “I just have to”

Tony sighed and stood by your side, ready to step in at any moment. The pressure was more intense now, You couldn’t let Tony see you falter or he would step in. But you had to help Pietro. You placed your hands above open wounds and focussed everything you had inside you, imagining the wounds healing in front of you, a technique that would often help you. You watched as the bullet holes began to close up and pushed yourself harder, waiting until you felt his heartbeat begin to return to a normal speed. Pietro’s eyes flung gasping for breath.
“Pietro” you hear Wanda scream, as she runs to his side, he looks over at you. His expression quickly changes from a weak smile to a face of pure fear.
And then everything got dark.


The first thing that you saw when you woke up was Tony, Lying in a chair next to you, his face disheveled, his stubble had turned into a full grown beard. He was asleep, for what looked like the first time in weeks, his hand laid lightly on yours as if even unconsciously, he was worried he would hurt you if he pressed to hard.
“I always was stubborn” you choke, your voice rough from not being used in so long.
Tony jumps at the sound of your voice, panicking that something was wrong. “Y/N!” he shrieks. “Oh Y/N I thought that I had lost your forever”
“My sweet brother, always the.. dramatic…. Did you really think you could..get rid of me… that easy” You struggle to speak, every breathe making you feel weaker and weaker.

It was two months since you woke up that Tony let you leave the hospital bed. You were itching to walk, to move, to do anything other than lay in bed and sleep all day. The others had come to visit you. Tony never left your side. Sam would tell you stories to make you laugh, Steve came by to read to you often. Wanda only came once, to tell you how grateful she was for what you had done. Everyone came to see how you were doing. Everyone but Pietro. You had asked Tony about him a few times but he simply said that, after the incident with Ultron, Pietro had been distant with everyone. This pained you slightly, you wanted to know how he was doing. You thought he would have come to see you considering you had just saved his life at the risk of your own.

When Tony finally let you out of your stuffy hospital room, he told you that he was throwing a small party with the team and a few others. Normally, the thought of something like this would make you feel sick to your stomach but honestly, you were just glad to be up and walking around again.

Wanda and Natasha helped you to get ready, much to your disgust. You were grateful that they were helping, it meant a lot to you but you just wished you could be left to your own devices instead of being treated like a baby. You felt fine.

As you walked into the party, everyone turned to look at you, some clapping, some smiling sadly. You looked around the room and a wave of love washed over you. So many people had come by to congratulate you and see how you were doing and it meant the world to you that so many people care. You saw Pietro standing nervously in the corner and as you made eye contact he suddenly dissapeared. You wouldn’t lie, It hurt. But clearly he didn’t feel the same way about you that you did about him. You would take this incident as a new start, It was time to move on from your school girl crush.
You spend the night drinking and getting round to talking to all of the party guests, thanking them for coming and convincing them that you were in fact doing much better and where ready to get back out there. When you realised that your glass was empty you paced over to the bar, drifting in and out through the waves of people, before flumping on a barstool.

“Overwhelmed?” Steve asks you, swirling his drink around in his hand.

“Very” you smile shyly. “I wasn’t expecting this many people to come” you laugh nervously, glancing around the room.

“So many people love and care for you Y/N. You mean a lot to all of us” He smiles now, a sweet smile that made your heart feel funny.

“I’m not that special” you blush.

“Of course you are” Steve replies as he places a warm hand on yours. “You mean so much to the team, and what you did. Was so amazing. You risked your life for that little shit and he’s not even here to thank you” Steve spits out.

“Language Steve!” you giggle, the alcohol getting to you. “It’s fine honestly, I don’t expect him to thank me, I need to get over that anyway” you grin.
Steve frowns now. “You deserve better Y/N  you really do”

You shrug at this, down your drink and propose to Steve, “Wanna dance?” You look up and see his eyes wide, looking over your shoulder and embarrassment washes over you. “I’m sorry aha, I think the alcohol is getting to me”

“Actually” A voice  from behind you makes you jump slightly. Spinning around in your chair you find yourself face to face with Pietro. “I was hoping we could talk”

“Why should I talk to you!” your voice breaks slightly, your statement louder than you had intended. Many people turned round to see what the fuss was about but you didn’t care. How dare he. After all this time he could have talked to and just when you vowed to get over him, he comes along and ruins your night.

“Please Y/N”

You turn to face Steve. “Y/N, I really think you should talk to him” Steve smiles sweetly.

“Fine” you groan, annoyed at the both of them

You walk quietly down the corridor with Pietro, neither of you speaking a word to each other. You reach the door to his room and follow as he strides in. It may just be the influence of the alcohol but you were so mad at him and you would much rather be dancing with Steve than having this painful conversation right now.

“So are you going to tell me why you dragged me out of my own party or are you just going to make me silently follow you for the rest of the night?” you ask, bitterly.

“Please Y/N, do not be like this”


“I knew you were alive Y/N!” Pietro screams back at you. “I sat and asked Wanda every detail after anyone would visit you. I was just so worried-”

“Oh so I save your life and the best you can do is ask your sister if my actions killed me or not” you cut him off. Your voice thick with sarcasm.

Pietro’s face falls now, your words had really hurt him but you couldn’t care less. You watch as he falls to the bed, his head in his hands. He takes a deep breathe and with a trembled voice replies “I wanted to visit Y/N I really did. I just couldn’t face looking at you knowing that you almost died because of me. We are supposed to be saving people.  That is part of this job is it not. And because of me… My stupidity.. I almost lost one of the things I love most”  He stands up now and begins to pace around the room, getting angrier and angrier at himself. “The second… I woke up, I knew something was wrong with you, It’s like the life had been drained out of you. It was so scary Y/N. So scary. When you fell and everyone was rushing around to save you, I just sat there, shaking. I didn’t know what to do or what had happened and I just sat there like an idiot. You saved my life and it almost cost you yours. I couldn’t face you knowing that 1. I didn’t even try to save you and 2. Your death would be my fault. I thought that maybe, after this whole thing had finished ,I could finally tell you how I felt. But I realised instead that all I do is cause destruction and I love you too much to cause any harm to you Y/N. I tried so hard so stay away, to let you get on with your life . But when I saw you with Steve tonight. I just knew.” 

He turned to you now, raising a soft hand to wipe away a tear from your cheek, that you didn’t know was there. “I knew that I couldn’t let you go. Because I love you so much. And I know that you may never feel the same way about me, you have every right to hate me. But no matter what, I love you, and i will do anything to protect you” He closes his eyes now, a tear forming in the corner or his eye. “I just.. I just needed you to know.”

“Oh Piet-” you cry.  “I love you too, so much and when you never came when I was in the hospital I was so hurt. I thought that I meant nothing to you” what started off as a small cry, soon turned into full on sobbing. He took you in his arms and you sobbed into his shoulder, tears staining his perfectly ironed shirt.You didn’t care how much of a mess you were, how much you embarrassed yourself. All that mattered was this moment with him. As you both finally confessed your love for one another.

Here you go my loves <3

George Fluffs- George Weasley Imagine

Anonymous said: George fluff?

Lately life had been pretty demanding. Between your homework, your constantly escaping cat, your parents, and the end of the year fast approaching, you hardly had any time for anything. The stress was finally catching up with you and you were getting exhausted and miserable. One night at dinner your boyfriend George had asked you if anything was wrong, but you had just let out a sigh and groaned “all the things.”

It was the second last day of school and you had a spare moment, so you decided to pack your trunk a little. You began taking out all the crap at the bottom of it, but came across a bundled up shirt. You unfolded it, and recognised it as one of George’s t-shirts. You tossed it aside to give to him later.

After half an hour, you had managed to pack about three quarters of your trunk, so you called it a day and headed down to dinner.
Needless to say, you ate as quickly as possible. The Great Hall was so loud and you wanted to get as much sleep as possible tonight (heaven knows you need to catch up on it.) So by the time George had walked in and sat beside you, you were just finishing up.
He had put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.
“Hey, how you doin’?”
“I’m really tired, so I’m gonna go up to bed now.” you said, removing his arm.
“I-oh…okay, well, sleep well then” he said with a frown. You shot him a quick apologetic smile. You two hadn’t seen much of each other lately.

Once you reached your dormitory, you flopped down face-first onto your bed. You’ve been looking forward to this all day. Eventually, you gathered enough motivation to start searching the room for your pyjamas. They weren’t under the bed, in your drawers or on your floor. You groaned and started to complain, but halfway through, remembered folding them and putting them in your trunk. You groaned for the hundredth time that day, and flopped back onto your bed, landing on George’s shirt. You pulled it out from under you, shrugged, and got changed into it. It came down to around the middle of your thighs and was probably something like 3 sizes too big, but it was the most comfortable you’ve been all day.

You buried yourself under your blankets and fell asleep almost immediately. It felt like you had only been asleep for minutes, but you were woken by someone dripping water on your forehead out of a cup.

“George!” You growled, waving your sleepy hand around to try and slap the cup away.
“Sorry! It’s the only way I could get you to wake up!” He laughed.
“What d'you mean?”
“Well, I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes. That’s the only way that’s worked.”
“Why?” you asked, confused. It can’t be any later then 6am, surely.
“Well, it’s about 10:30 in the morning.”
“WHAT?” You scrambled out of bed, fumbling around for your uniform.
“Hey, is that my shirt?” He asked.
“What- oh, yeah. It was in the bottom of my trunk.”
“So that’s where it went”
“Do you want it back or-”
“Nah, you can keep it. It looks better on you” He said with a wink, making you giggle.
“Where’s my uniform?” you grumbled, mostly to yourself.
“What do you need your uniform for anyway?” George asked.
“Because I am going to class, and it is required that I wear a uniform, George.” You said shortly.

George laid down on your bed and gave you his famous mischievous grin.
“Y'know…it is potions right now…”
“So what? I still need to wear a uniform to potions.”
“C'monnnn, skive off today with meeee Y/N.” He whined.
“But it’s the last day!” you protested.
“Exactly! So what does it matter?” He chuckled.
You sighed. “I guess I could sleep a little longer-” George cracked another smile.
“-but not for the whole day. Just potions.” you finished.
“Alright then. Mind if I stay with you babe?”
“Uh, if you want to I guess…”
George’s grin disappeared at your uncertainty, you felt bad now that you’d realised it had sounded like you didn’t really want him there.

“Y/N, have you been avoiding me?” He asked slowly.
You rested your hands in top of your head.
“No no no, I swear I haven’t been avoiding you, it’s just- I just- there’s been a lot of stuff going on lately. Mum and Dad have been owling me every three days to remind me to pick up my grades, all the last minute homework, ((your cat’s name)) constantly escaping (speaking of which, have you seen it around lately?) and keeping up with sleep all at once is kind of overwhelming.” You blurted out quickly.

“Well, just think, it’s the end of the year, so you want have to worry about homework or marks for weeks, and your cat will be easier to find when you’re at home because the area’s not as big, and you can sleep all day and stay up all night if you want to.” he said warmly.
Your hands fell to your sides and you breathed deeply. He was right.
“Now, come be my little spoon, I’ve missed you.” He said with a cheeky smile.

You rolled onto the bed with him. He put a comforting arm around your waist and kissed your exposed shoulder quickly.
“Are you feeling better now?” he whispered.
“Better.” you confirmed.
“See, skiving off classes is wonderful for your health.”

A/N: skiving is not wonderful for your health don’t listen to silly George!


The Burrow was like a home away from home for you. You visited every holidays for at least a few days. Today was your third day with the Weasley family, so far your visit had been filled with backyard Quidditch, late nights, and lots of laughing. Today was no exception.

That morning, you had woken up, eaten toast, and gone straight out into the orchard with the others to play some Quidditch. It was you, Ginny and George against Harry, Fred and Ron. After that, you had gone inside, eaten lunch, and helped the twins out with some plans for the joke shop. Then you had chatted joked around and with Ginny until dinner.

It was a few hours after dinner, you were in the living room, chatting away with the twins and Ginny and listening to the radio. You were stretched out on a particularly comfy couch, next to George’s armchair. He had his legs dangling off the arm and his head hanging off the other side so he could see you. Ginny sat curled up on the lounge across the room from you, and Fred on the other side of your’s. There was a lull in conversation. Ginny stood up to stretch You didn’t know what made you do it, but you yelled “GINNY! NO! THE FLOOR IS LAVA!”
She paused, stared at you, and just when you had decided you probably shouldn’t have shouted that, her face split into the widest grin.
“SAVE ME!” she yelled with a dramatic flail of the arms.

You stood on your chair and smiled hopefully at George. He laughed and stood up too. Ginny groaned “I’m burning to death and all Fred’s gonna do is watch!”
Fred snorted and stood up as well.

You three made your way to Ginny, expertly hopping off tables and chairs. Gaps that you had to leap for, Fred and George could almost just step. After a minute or so (admittedly, you could’ve gotten across the room in seconds, but you were enjoying yourself) you reached Ginny and pulled her up with the twins onto the closest sofa.

George was the one at the edge of the sofa pulling her up. Once she was safe, she shoved him off. and into the ‘lava’.

“The betrayal!” he wailed. “Y/N, you’ll save me, won’t you?”
“Sorry George, you’ll have to burn!” you laughed. He covered his mouth in mock-horror.
“Well it’s a good thing I’m a ginger then! I can’t be burnt!” he cackled and climbed back into the sofa, arms outstretched to push the closest person in. “Go! Go!” you squealed at Fred and Ginny.

The four of you spent the next fifteen minutes switching between enemies according to who was last pushed in. Until eventually it just became a free-for-all. However, your fun was soon disrupted by an annoyed Mrs. Weasley.
“Will you lot stop that! You’re going to break something!”
“But Mum! We can fix it!” exclaimed Fred.
“You can’t fix a broken arm! besides, you’re making too much noise.” And with that, Mrs. Weasley strode out of the room.

Ever since Mrs. Weasley’s complaints, everyone had gone silent and sat back down.
Ginny sighed.
“I’m going to bed. See ya later.” You waved her off. “We should probably go too.” George said to you and Fred. You rolled off the couch and yawned. Fred walked out, and you made to follow but was stopped when George picked you up. You yelped “George! What’re you doing?” “Saving you from the lava. I’m a ginger so it doesn’t affect me.” He said with an innocent smile. (You didn’t know he could do that.) You laughed and leaned your head against his chest. Fred poked his head in to see if you were coming.
“Ughh, you two are disgusting.”

George carried you out of the room and up the stairs, stopping outside Ginny’s door (you were sharing a room with her)
“Night love.”
“Night Georgie.” He screwed up his nose at the nickname, you kissed his cheek.

A/N: I swear I will add another fluff to this, but I felt really bad for my lack of activity so

@stacinadiaThis is probably not what you were expecting and I apologize, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Sorry, if it ended up rushed at points and if there are typos, I didn’t have the time to read through it again. Happy Holidays!

Stiles has a 5 year plan of how to make Derek’s life better and woo him in the process.

by @halesheart

Stiles sighed as he walked over to Derek’s bed. The right side was void of a pillow and apparently it doubled as a nightstand. There were two things placed on it and that only further underlined the lack of personality in the loft. The loft was so sparsely furnished and completely undecorated; it looked empty. It resembled a warehouse rather than an apartment. The walls were bare, as well as the concrete floor, and Stiles wondered if Derek really walked around in shoes all the time so he wouldn’t get cold feet.

It was also pretty void of life. Erica and Boyd had chosen to set out into the world to see if they could find whatever they were looking for out there, Jackson had disappeared off to England with his parents after the whole Kanima ordeal and Isaac was currently staying with Scott. As much as the loft was a place to live in, it was not a home. Even Derek didn’t spend much time there and Stiles didn’t blame him. The only reason Stiles preferred the loft at times was because he needed some escape from his own bedroom, and some distance from his dad. When Derek and he had decided to start researching ahead of time so they would be ready for any upcoming threats, they had agreed to use the loft most of the time so they wouldn’t get caught.

Stiles kind of got what he wanted. He was spending more time with Derek. Nonetheless Derek was distanced, careful about what he revealed, face guarded and body language closed. No matter how many jokes Stiles tried to make, or the puns that just slipped out of him, Derek never laughed. He never acknowledged any of Stiles’ ideas about what he could do with the loft to make it nicer. He was the same old glaring, grumpy alpha. Stiles was almost starting to believe that maybe Derek was an exception to the rule and would never change.

As he grabbed the book Derek had requested ordered him to get, his gaze fell to the iPod next to it and he paused. Derek didn’t even have a laptop, Stiles always had to lug his own around so they could work with it. But he had an iPod apparently - which Stiles couldn’t even picture him using. What music would Derek even listen to? Stiles had asked on one occasion before but the only reaction he had gotten was a blank stare. Then Stiles had tried guessing the band posters Derek had had on his walls as a teen and the stare had returned to its usual glare.

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Rhythm (Part 4 of ?)

Derek Hale x Reader x Pack

This part was fun to write. And I still see some more coming. What do you think? Here is part one, here is part two, and here is part three if you wanna get caught up.

Words: 2,039

Warnings: None that I am aware of. There may be in later parts, but this is just mainly funny fluff.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly. Or Star Wars, so any references to that and/or it’s characters/lines are not mine.


In order to get to and from Derek’s loft for meetings and training, you had to use Stiles as your cover. You didn’t want the hassle of trying to explain why the tall brooding man in leather picked you up once a week if not more, and at all odd hours of the day or night.

No. It was much easier to fib Stiles and Malia breaking up, you and Stiles getting together and being smitten with one another, thus leading to all the last minute, late night rendezvous.

“Are you freaking crazy?!” Stiles had screamed, flailing his arms when you made the suggestion, beginning to pace in the loft, arms flying as he spoke.

“Okay. I get it,” Malia said nonchalantly. “Just don’t kiss him or anything.”

“I will not pretend to be broken up with the love of my life- what?” Stiles stopped mid rant as Malia’s words sunk in, looking between you and her.

“I’m gonna have to at least once. I mean, don’t you think? At some point. They’ll probably get suspicious later on.”

Stiles’ jaw hung open at you.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Okay. But only if it’s necessary,” Malia agreed, nodding.

Stiles’ head snapped to her, jaw locked open in shock.

“Believe me. It will only be a last resort,” you said, raising your eyebrows at Stiles, whose jaw slowly closed and he stared straight between you and Malia.

“Hey, now,” he waved a finger at the air, slowly turning his gaze to you, making you laugh. “You would be so lucky as to kiss me,” he said.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you laughed. “But I think that works the other way around. I bet I could show you a thing or two, Stilinski.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” He puffed up his chest, standing at his full height, almost bumping you with it as he peacocked.

You winked at him. “Oh, you’ll just have to wait and see when the time comes.”

“Time comes for what?” Derek’s voice asked from behind you, and you could hear his scowl.

“When Stiles and Y/N kiss,” Malia said bluntly.

Derek’s sputtering would have been cute if he hadn’t also looked like he wanted to murder Stiles. Well, more than usual.

You threw your arm around Stiles’ shoulders, his cheeks burning bright red as he tried to push you off, glancing between Malia and Derek, chuckling nervously, but you summoned some wolfy strength and held him tighter, ceasing his squirming.

“Didn’t you hear? Stiles and I are a thing now! All those long rides to and from the loft, night after night of studying and looking for my anchor….” You winked at Derek before turning you face to Stiles. “We fell in love.”

“Can’t…. Breathe….” Stiles gasped dramatically in your tight grip.

“No,” Derek said simply, arms crossed.

“Why?” You challenged, releasing your friend and rolling your eyes at his theatrics behind you, gasping for air.

“I can pick you up.”

“Oh yeah. My parents are going to love tall, dark, and brooding showing up covered in blood and politely requesting my help at whatever o'clock in the morning.”

“Why does everyone say ‘brooding’ when describing me?” Derek said, trying to pick apart your valid argument.

“Have you ever looked in a mirror?”


The first time Stiles had picked you up in his Jeep for a “date”, you saw Derek’s car sitting down the street, his red eyes glowing right at you. You chuckled.

Turning to see it for himself, Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin, clutching your arm tightly.

“He just laughed at you,” you smirked, staring at the ground.

“Well, that’s nice,” Stiles mumbled.

“He says if you don’t let go of my arm he is going to- Derek…. Really?”

“Rip my throat out with his teeth?” Stiles guessed.

You looked up at him. “How did you know?”

“Wild guess,” he fumbled with his key ring as he glared at the car down the street, jumping with a small scream and throwing his keys when it’s engine roared to life, headlights flashing on blindingly.


It was the night of your first full moon, nearly a month after you had been turned, and the pack had been called away for some Baddie who of course picked tonight of all nights to show up.

Stiles had volunteered to stay with you. “I helped Scott, I helped Malia, I helped with Liam. I know what to do. Go,” he had waved the group out of the loft as you sat on the couch, huddled in a ball, trying to keep your wolf quiet for long enough.

Looking up you met Derek’s eyes at the doorway, hearing his rapid heartbeat as he looked at you. “Call if you need anything,” he directed at Stiles, then looked back at you.

“Stay safe,” you whispered, trying to smile.

His heart only beat faster as he nodded curtly, turning to leave and closing the door behind him.

It may have picked up it’s pace, but it still matched yours beat for beat. It was still a great rhythm to fight to.

“Come on,” Stiles said quietly, motioning you over to the pillar that had the chains ready for you.

“Hurry, Stiles. For once in my life I am really hating these floor to ceiling windows. Too much moonlight.”

He chuckled. “Pretty soon you can frolic through the forest on a full moon with no worries. You’ll get there.”

“If you wanna wait in the hall, I understand,” you said.

Clamping the last of the locks, and putting the key in his pocket, he sat a chair just out of your reach and sat in it, facing you with a small grin. “Nope. I’m staying right here with my girlfriend, pretend though she may be.”

You chuckled, only to have it die on your lips as you felt something take over. All of your senses on high alert, and you couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Stiles,” your voice sounded demonic, your head down, staring at the floor as your breathed heavily, “really, you can go. I have no idea what I am going to say or do, and if I do anything to- ahhhhhh!” You screamed as a particularly rough wave hit you. “If I do anything to hurt you,” you heaved, trying to breathe as you felt your eyes shifting, looking up at him with your last bit of control, your voice a distorted whisper. “I’ll never forgive myself.”

“That is why I have this,” Stiles held up his bat.

You felt a growl come out of your chest, rumbling and deep. Stiles’ eyes went wide and he rose, flipping the chair around so it’s back was between you and him, and he straddled it, his arms crossed over the top cradling his bat, his chin resting on his wrists as he stared at you. “Use your anchor.”

“I don’t-”

“Oh shut up already!” You growled at him again, but he didn’t even flinch. “I know about you and Derek. We all do, Y/N. He isn’t just that protective of anyone,” he said with a small grin.

“Really?” You asked, the vulnerability sounding odd through your distorted voice.

“Why do you think I was so afraid to play your boyfriend?”

“Aside from Malia?”

“Point taken.”

A silence hung in the air. The moon shining bright in the room, the lights flickering, staying out. Stiles looked around. “Oh great. Great, guys. Thanks.” He saw your glowing eyes brightly shining in the dark. “Well, that’s not at all creepy.”

You lunged at him, the chains stopping inches from his face, and he staggered back, the chair making an ugly scraping sound on the floor as it slid, remaining like bars between you and Stiles.

“Use. Your. Anchor. Y/N.” Stiles’ voice was strong, resolute.

“Who are you, Obi-Wan?”

He laughed softly. “I’ve mentored enough werewolf pups through this, I sure as hell am, Y/N.”

Thinking about Derek only made it worse. You should be helping him.

It helped for a brief moment, but all that came crashing down when Stiles approached the chair once again, your features starting to fade, and you heard his heart skip a beat. That blank spot, just waiting for a name, waiting for the sound that proved its existence, made it’s thumping worthwhile.

You lost it, lunging toward him, your claws inches from his face, as he sat unwavering. You were able to kick the leg of the chair, sending it flying, scraping against the floor, Stiles barely scrambling off of it from his straddling position.

A determined look crossing his features, he strode over to the chair where it sat on it’s side, picked it up and placed it back in front of you, only this time, he faced it the right way. Sitting in it with his elbows resting on his knees, bent toward you, his bat across his legs, hands clasped tightly in front of himself, he held your gaze as you snapped, snarled and growled at him, not flinching at all.

“Are you done?” He asked finally, sounding entirely bored, his hands now steepled under his chin, elbows resting on his bat that had slid down across his knees.

His question caught you enough off guard to pause your almost rabid tantrum.

“Good,” he said dryly. Holding your gaze he continued. “You need to get a hold of yourself, Y/N. No, this is not easy, no this is not fun. It sucks.”

You were lunging at him once again, but he held your gaze as he spoke calmly, and you felt your ferocity fading.

“It sucks, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I brought you here. I brought you into this mess, and now, you are chained to a pillar in a blackout like a bad horror movie.”

He leaned back in the chair, bat ready, but held lazily in one hand. “I’m supposed to be your friend, Y/N. I’m supposed to help you and I just….. I can’t. This…. This is something you will have to figure out on your own, and I’m just supposed to sit here and watch. Maybe talk a little to remind you you’re human.”

He began to pace. You listened to his heartbeat. It’s steady rhythm didn’t beat with yours, but it beat at a tempo that created an interesting rhythm. A sort of jump beat. So intricate and woven together, yet so opposing…. Like night and day. Like the sun and moon.

You looked down at your hands, claws staring back at you. Like the monster and me.

You felt yourself starting to gain control again. “Stiles,” your voice sounded more like yourself, and you heard his heart skip a beat at the sound. “Tell me a joke.”

“Uh, those fangs are really becoming on you. They bring out the bloodlust in your eyes.”

You heard yourself laughing, and it was your own voice, Stiles’ soon joining in as you felt yourself gain control again, his heart skipping one more beat when you looked up to him with normal eyes.

“So you found your anchor?” he smiled down at you.

“Yeah. But don’t get too close just yet. Wait until the pack gets back. Just in case.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, sitting in the chair once again. After a moment, “If I can ask…. What was it?”



You nodded.

He threw his hands up in the air, letting them slap down to his thighs. “Oh shit. Derek is going to kill me.”

You laughed. “No. Well…. Yes, he might, but not ‘you’ as in, well…. That way. ‘You’ as in….. My friend. You reminded me of my humanity. My pack. Sure, technically my pack aren’t humans in the technical sense, but…. We’re all a little bit human. On some level. And that gives me hope.”

“Hope for what?”

“That we can overcome whatever big bad decides to come to our town next. Long as the lineup may be, we will kick their asses.”

“So….. Obi-Wan gave you hope…..” He bit his lip at the pun.

You groaned and rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “No. He gave me….. Reminded me that I have something worth fighting for.”

Part 5

Hey y’all! So for the Voltron Secret Santa @voltron-ss I managed to get the lovely and wonderful @craigtxt! They said they LOVED Lance (which is right up my McFreakin Alley) and Klance and cute stuff so this is the piece I came up with! I hope you like it~ and happy holidays :D

Title: Good God, Please Help These Boys

Word Count: 3,770

Pairing: Klance, background Shallura

Warning: None

Summary: Keith and Lance have been pining after each other for months. Their hopeless asses both turn to one person in their time of need so they can whine about how pretty the other one is.

Shiro didn’t sign up for this when he joined Voltron.

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“I hate him, Shiro.”

Shiro turns away from the papers to his desk and sees Keith, face down on his bedroom floor, looking about two seconds away from allowing his soul to ascend from his shriveled, miserable body.

He bites the inside of his cheek to suppress a giggle and pushes his chair back from the desk, internally rolling his eyes. “I’m pretty sure having a crush on someone is the opposite of hating them, Keith.”

“But I hate him,” Keith protests weakly, waving his arms haplessly in the air in front of him. “He’s annoying, and his jokes are dumb, and he’s too loud, and-“

“And you have a crush on him. You wouldn’t be sitting face down on my floor for the third time this month if you hated him, buddy.”

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Notes and Heartbeats

James Potter x reader

requests:  Hi! I really like your imagines and I was wondering if you could make one on James Potter with a Gryffindor girl, and using prompts 3, 32, and 40? Thank you so much!

Hiiii! I love your blog, can you do a very fluffy James Potter one, pretty please? 😊

I combined these two requests. Hope you don’t mind! Prompts will be bolded as usual.


“Hey! St-stop you two!” (Y/n) pushed out, scolding James and Sirius, and giggling in her attempts to free herself from Remus Lupin’s grip. Finally breaking away, Sirius took notice and ran straight towards the old maroon sofa, springing over and barely clearing it. 

“Oi, James! Catch!” he called. Just as (y/n) was about to reach for her notebook, it was sent flying over her head once again and landed on the floor next to James. He scrambled to reach the small object before (y/n) could get to it. Successfully getting a hold of her notes, he popped up to his feet and danced around as (y/n) jumped and flailed about him in a failed attempt to get them back.

“James! Give those back!” she squeaked. “I’m- trying- to study!” she huffed between leaps.

“C’mon love, keep us company!” James whined. 

“Yeah (y/n)! We barely even see you anymore!” Sirius added to his friend’s exclamation.

“But- “ she started.

“We really miss you, bird!” Remus butted in from his corner of the common room, cutting her off. She still grabbed for the notebook, but James wasn’t giving in.

“Yeah! Especially Potter here!” Sirius blurted out. Suddenly the room fell silent and their laughter disintegrated. Shifting her glance between all three of her friends, (y/n) was quick to notice the way the smile on James’ face vanished without a trace. He quickly shoved her book down on the chair beside him and stormed out of the room expressionless.

“Too far?” Sirius questioned the others. Remus rolled his eyes, sighing as he headed for the door. 

“No.” (Y/n)’s voice stopped Remus dead in his tracks. “I’m taking care of this one. You two have already done enough, and I’m not about to let you make a bigger mess for me to clean up later.” (Y/n) pulled off her tie in frustration and sent it hurdling across the carpet. She pulled her sweater over her curls and disappeared through the doors.


“James? James?” she shouted, allowing her voice to echo off of the walls in the ancient corridors. “Please… answer me…” she trailed off as she caught herself on a stone pillar and tried to catch her breath. (Y/n) was beginning to panic. She knew she had to find him and fast. It was almost curfew and there was only one other place he could be. 

After climbing what felt like an endless number of stairs, (y/n) had finally made it to the top of the astronomy tower. Having to pause for breath once again, (y/n) slumped against the railing as a silhouette came into focus. “James? Is that you?” she asked, squinting in the darkness.

“Go away (y/n),” His voice was shaking, but even then she knew it was him.

“Look Potter,” she paused, “I’m only here because I care about you.” Reaching up, she placed a hand on his shoulder and he flinched before relaxing back under the arch of the window. “What’s wrong?” (y/n) asked smoothly.

“I- I uhm… “


“It’s useless,” he whispered. He pulled away from her touch after a moment of thinking, and strolled to the other side of the tower, settling himself in another window. (Y/n) only followed.

“Nothing you could ever say would be useless, now c’mon,” She pushed him gently, “you can tell me anything.”

“Look (y/n)… you’re better off with a really good lie in place of what I have to say t-”


“Okay… You know how you said you’d always be my best friend no matter what?”


“Well that’s all you’ve ever been, but- WAIT, No! That’s not what I mean! I-” (Y/n) pulled his shoulders to face her and held them in place. 

“Potter, relax.”

“But how am I supposed to relax when I’m falling in love with you!?” His words rushed out and caused (y/n) to stumble backwards a few feet. Standing there breathlessly, she focused on his pale, moonlit cheeks and wondered if hers matched. “(Y/n), I- I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified,” he admitted a second time. Finally finding words, she spoke.

“James… why are you scared?” (Y/n) took one of his hands in hers and stepped closer to him. “I thought I’d never hear you say that, but please don’t be afraid of feeling that way.”

“But you’d never see me as more than what we are now, and I don’t want to drive you away,” he sniffed.

“You could never do that!” (Y/n) cupped his jaw in her palms and forced him to look at her. “James Potter, no one has ever made me feel as special as you have, and you’re stupid to think that I’d never see you as anymore than a friend, because I do!” Shocked at what she had said, James stood there and stared. He stared into her eyes, and then let his gaze fall to her lips. They kept silent only blinking for a few moments before whispering. At the exact same time, they had both parted their lips, and the same three words escaped into the air, surrounding them. As they leaned closer to one another, things felt like they were falling into place and suddenly they clicked.

Pulling back, the autumn air chilled their swollen lips and the moonlight illuminated the rims of James’ glasses. Happy simply with the current situation, James wrapped his arms around (y/n)’s shoulders and pulled her into his chest. Placing her face against his heartbeat, his chest rose and fell in time with his breathing. For the first time (y/n) had noticed something strange: their hearts were beating in sync.

unicorns and rainbows

characters: yachi, hinata, various others
pairings: hinata/yachi
summary: a shy librarian and a boy who’d never even stepped foot in a library before didn’t exactly seem like the perfect match, but yachi found her gaze drawn to him anyway
note: because a librarian!au is just too perfect for them!

If Yachi had even a bit more of a backbone, she might have been able to tell those rowdy boys in the corner to please keep it quiet while they were in the library. But the very idea of her having a spine at all was a laughable notion, so all she did was bury her face in her book, occasionally peeking over the cover in a fidgety mess and following the mop of shockingly orange hair that had become a fixed sight in her library ever since midterm week had rolled around.

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