i get lost in your eyes like really

thoughts on the Elder Scrolls races

NORDS:

  •  V I K I N G S
  • probably eat nails for breakfast
  • without milk
  • seriously though these guys have some issues with people drinking milk
  • their fashion sense is basically strapping as many dead animals to themselves as they can
  • punch each other for funsies
  • resolve polictical conflict by via shouting contest

ALTMER:

  • commonly called high elves because they’re so fucking tall
  • fab
  • superiority complex
  • do not engage in magical combat with them because you will lose
  • will not rest until they have complained about everything

BOSMER:

  • smol
  • chillest of the elven races
  • outdoor enthusiasts
  • archery skills to rival legolas
  • won’t eat their vegetables

KHAJIIT:

  • furry
  • Khajiit likes to speak about themselves in 3rd person
  • nomads
  • it’s not breaking the law if no one sees you doing it
  • their hands are their weapons. no seriously they got claws
  • their king is chosen by the moons. I’m serious

IMPERIALS:

  • like building empires
  • not very good at running empires
  • rich bitches
  • still sad because they lost sir patrick steward and his son sean bean
  • slapfights with the altmer 24/7
  • longing for the day when they will get their shit together

DUNMER:

  • Edgelords™
  • their eyes are red their skin is blue they’ll probably set fire to you
  • ghost whisperer(s)
  • their gods tend to hold grudges
  • seriously dont piss of their gods they will fuck you over
  • kind of in a bad place after most of their homeland literally exploded

BRETONS:

  • politics
  • will sell you for one cornchip
  • kind of the elves’ unwanted bastard child
  • secretly really good at magic
  • don’t like their rural cousins in the Reach very much

REDGUARDS:

  • will knock you on your butt
  • P I R A T E S
  • What’s that? You wanna invade their homeland? I’m sorry your authority isn’t recognized in Fort Kickass
  • wanna see a magic trick?
  • no
  • no they don’t

ARGONIANS:

  • lizard
  • can breathe underwater
  • history of getting fucked over by the dunmer
  • tree huggers
  • i still dont understand why their women got tiddies. but they do
  • maids: lusty

ORISMER:

  • mean green killing machines
  • literally trained from birth to hand your ass to you
  • isolate themselves a ot
  • not that they have to try because they get shit from literally everyone
  • master smiths
  • their god may be a bit of a dick sometimes but he looks out for his people
  • resting bitchface
Masterlist (Vol. 2)

Finally here is volume 2 of my mobile master list! I just wanted to thank you guys so much for everything, every single note, reblog and follow means the absolute world to me! Anyway enjoy and remember your feedback on any of my fics is always appreciated!

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Imagines-

High School AU
Introduction
Part 1 (Sweet Memories)

Steve Rogers (Captain America)- Total: 17
Over A Coffee Cup- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Amazed By You
Shock Confession- Part 1, Part 2
Similar Smiles- Part 1, Part 2
Who Told You?- Part 1, Part 2
Beautiful Soul
A Shy Situation
Nothing Like Her
Forever And Always
Senior Discount
Possibility- Part 1, Part 2
Somewhere Only We Know- Part 1, Part 2
Fallen
In Love- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
We Start Over- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
In The Rain (Wanda Maximoff Award)
Best Mother Ever (Sam Wilson Award)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)- Total: 23
The Winter Guardian (Teaser)
We Must Be Killers
Who Do You Think You Are- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Definitely A Stark
Well This Is Awkward- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Dance With Me
Too Cute- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Keep Your Eyes On Me
Half Alive- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
American Beauty/American Psycho- Part 1, Part 2
Playmates
Taken From You
Brotherly Love
Jealousy
Scared
Can’t Believe
Demons
Comfort
Good For Me (Bucky Barnes Award)
A Little Bit Of Culture (Steve Rogers Award)
Stranded (Natasha Romanoff Award)
Saving You (T’Challa Award)
Don’t Touch Her (Wade Wilson Award)

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)- Total: 6
Really?
You Little Tease
Stray
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 1
Fallen
Freak

Sam Wilson (Falcon)- Total: 1
Cut It Out

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)- Total: 3
Little Details
Nesting
Mistakes

Tony Stark (Iron Man)- Total: 2
You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me
I Think I Love You (By Katie James)

Thor Odinson- Total: 3
Thunder Buddies
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 1
Rainy Day (Peter Parker Award)

Loki Laufeyson- Total: 2
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 3
What?

Vision- Total: 2
‘People of the Week’ Winner Request 4
Understanding Love (Clint Barton Award)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)- Total: 2
Make Me
The Biggest Fanboy (Pietro Maximoff Award)

Howard Stark- Total: 1
Lost In War

Matt Murdock (Daredevil)- Total: 1
The Name’s Matt (By Katie James)

Johnny Storm (Human Torch)- Total: 1
Crash Landing- Part 1, Part 2

Dave Lizewski (Kick Ass)- Total: 1
You Had Me At Hello- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Phan (Dan x Phil)- Total: 1
New Year, New Chapter (By Katie James)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter- Total: 1
Always (By Katie James)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)- Total: 1
Scars (By Katie James)

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Drabbles-

Steve Rogers (Captain America)- Total: 33
Fight
Betrayed
She did the unthinkable and escaped.
He was seduced by the possibilities.
“Are you hitting on her for me?”
“The way you flirt is shameful.”
“Oh my god! You’re in love with him!”
“I’m flirting with you.”
“Well… don’t keep me waiting.”
“I can’t explain right now, but I really need you to trust me.”
“I may despise you with the burning hot intensity of the sun, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“If you die, I’m going to kill you!”
“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
“Oh you beautiful weirdo!”
“I’m missing something here, aren’t I?”
“How can you be so resentful?”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“Aren’t you a bit… not… qualified?”
“You’re so small!”
“It killed me to see you with him.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“Cuddle?”
“We’re not buying a dog.”
“It never gets easier.”
“Yell, scream, say something!”
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I wish I could hate you.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I love you, you asshole!”
“Come home with me.”
“I know this song.”

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)- Total: 30
Mega Prompt Challenge
Fight
Trust
Guilt
Light
Regret
Stood up to them, regretted it.
“Oh you beautiful weirdo!”
“IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.”
“I think we should have another.”
“Do you think it’s possible that I…might be…pregnant?”
“Please, don’t turn him away again!”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“If you’d ever show up, yes.”
“Your eyes are like the stars/”
“It killed me to see you with him.”
“Hello gorgeous, do I know you?”
“Don’t try, I’m not worth it.”
“You taste like heaven.”
“When’s the last time I said I love you?”
“I thought I could manage. I can’t. Not without you. Not ever, like that.”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I am in deeeeep shit!”
“Come home with me.”
“I can explain this.”
“I’d rather caress my asshole with a chainsaw.”
“Come home with me.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“SO… you think I’m hot?”
“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)- Total: 17
Stood up to them, regretted it.
She did the unthinkable, and escaped.
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“A boy needs his father.”
“We accidentally got married in Vegas oops.”
“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks!”
“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be pregnant?”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you!”
“Please just back the fuck off!”
“He’s not agitated, he’s a jerk!”
“I can’t breathe.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Hey. I’m with you, okay? Always.”
“Oh my god! You’re in love with him/her!”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I don’t know where she gets it from.”
“SO… you think I’m hot?”

Sam Wilson (Falcon)- Total: 2
“I’m missing something here, aren’t I?”
“You’re so cute!!!”

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)- Total: 5
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“Hello gorgeous, do I know you?”
“I am in deeeeep shit!”
“Suck my nonexistent dick!”
“I can explain this.”

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)- Total: 6
Betrayed
“Are you hitting on her for me?”
“Will you please just give me a hand?”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“Take my hand.”
“Where were you?”

Tony Stark (Iron Man)- Total: 4
Kiss
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
“You’re so small!”
“I’m in this for life.”

Bruce Banner (Hulk)- Total: 1
“I miss you.”

Thor Odinson- Total: 4
Sleep
“Your eyes are like stars.”
“We’re not buying a dog.”
“You’re so small!”

Loki Laufeyson- Total: 5
Regret
Survive
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“Use your words.”
“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

Peter Parker- Total: 3
“I can arrange that.”
“How about if we-” “NO!”
“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you were doing wasn’t fair.” 

anonymous asked:

ah okay can u do one where tyler is the reader's upstairs neighbor and he plays the piano every night and it puts the reader to sleep, but then one night he stops and the reader can't sleep so she goes up and knocks on his door??

TYLER JOSEPH IMAGINE

As soon as you sit down to eat, it starts.  But you planned it that way, so you smile to yourself.  You feel your entire body relax, as you inhale deeply, picking up your fork once your shoulders had fallen.  Your foot starts tapping as you try to follow the same rhythm as the keys playing above.

It’s a beautiful piece tonight. Yesterday was much faster and upbeat, but tonight it’s slow and almost sort of sad. You try to hum along.

You moved in about three months ago, your last place was just too far from your school, and it’s been incredible. You love it.   It’s a good size, rent is cheap, and there’s also your upstairs neighbor who, every night at 7:30, without falter or fail, plays the piano beautifully for hours until you’re in bed, the rhythmic melody helping you fall asleep.

You never really spent a lot of time thinking about who was playing upstairs.  Probably some old man or lady, you didn’t see how anyone below the age of 30 would have enough time to play a piano for hours on end.

That night, much like many others, you finished your dinner and fell asleep to the sound of your neighbor and their piano.

You can’t sleep, you’ve been tossing and turning since your head hit the pillow.  This was the fourth night the piano hadn’t been played.

You’d just gotten so accustomed to listening to the notes every evening, you didn’t realize how much you had grown to depend on it until now. You knew you were going to wake up exhausted and grouchy. This is all your neighbor’s fault.

It’s 7:34 PM on a Thursday night and you’ve found yourself standing in front of your upstairs neighbor’s door. You honestly didn’t know what you were going to say, but you were feeling reckless and impulsive after running on hardly any sleep this week.  Frankly, at this point, you didn’t really care. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Before you knew it, you’re knocking on the door, eyes looking to the crack in the bottom of the door where you can see a small peak of a shadow.

“Who is it?” The person asks, his voice is muffled but it’s definitely a guy.

“Uh-your downstairs neighbor?” you try to say but it comes out as a question, this isn’t weird, right? Neighbors knock on their neighbors doors asking them to keep playing their piano, right? Right.

“Anne? Are you sick-Oh.” And what.

He’s not old, is the thing. The first thing you see is feet covered in speckled, gray socks, followed by black jeans, a hooded sweatshirt, and a hand holding a bitten slice of pizza with a bandage. Uhh—

“You’re not Anne.” The boy says, his voice light, yet raspy.

“Anne-um. Moved. Sorry, am I in the right place? 34 B?” you ask because this pretty brown eyed, soft haired, boy cannot possibly be the anonymous piano player.

“Yeah…Can I help you?…” He asks, his unoccupied hand coming to rest on the open door and holy shit you can see a glimpse of a grand piano right behind him in his living room. What the hell?

“Piano?” you stupidly say, like that makes any sense. The boy turns around to look at his instrument and looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” He asks, one of his eyebrows raising, expecting an answer. God, he’s gorgeous.

“You stopped playing— I used to hear you? Downstairs?” you say and this is why you need to figure out what the hell you’re doing before going and actually doing it.

“Oh my piano.. yeah, I’m kinda taking a break from playing, sorry if it’s annoying or whatever, but I pay extra for this place to let me to play—"

“No, no! I love it!” you say, almost desperately, “I just-“ you stop to bite your lip and think for a second, “this is weird, but—“ you stop before disclosing the fact that the man’s music helps you sleep. “I actually miss it,” you say instead.

“Oh!” he says, almost surprised, “my hand though… see?” The boy huffs out a laugh as he raises his right bandaged hand that’s holding the pizza.

“Is that from playing too much?” you ask.

“The cost of playing an instrument, you know? I’m Tyler.” He extends his good hand for a shake and you can’t believe this. The mysterious piano player is a young, hot dude. What?

“I’m Y/N!” you reply, shaking his hand.  You can’t help but notice how well your hands fit together so nicely.

“Y/N,” He starts, biting off a piece of pizza and continuing with his mouth full, “Do you want a slice of pizza?”

And, come on. It’s free pizza, You’re not going to say no.

You hit it off after that night. You kept having excuses to go back to see Tyler, the first time you brought Tyler a batch of your home made cookies, “a repayment for the pizza,” you had said and Tyler grinned and pulled you inside, grabbing two cups and filling them up with milk.

You learned more about Tyler every time you hung out, too. You found out Tyler is hilarious, he’s also sarcastic, he’s only been playing the piano since he was nineteen and has a band with his friend. That one you couldn’t believe at first, the way Tyler had said it so casually was surprising.  

The next time you’re knocking, there seems to be a lot of commotion going on in Tyler’s apartment.  But he answers, nonetheless.

“Y/N!” he greets with a smile.  

“Hey,” you say, apprehensively.  You hear the voices of at least two or three other people in the apartment.  

“I just thought I’d say hi— didn’t know you had people over-“

“No, no, no! Come in! Meet my friends!” he says, opening the way for you to walk inside.  

You’re uncomfortable.

The thing is; you don’t do this kinda thing very often. Your only friend is a girl from school, but even then, you only hang out at school.

When you entered Tyler’s apartment, you see three other guys standing around.  

“Y/N, this is Mark,” he points to a sandy-haired boy with a goofy grin, “Michael,” there’s a buff man holding a beer, “and Josh,” the yellow hair and bright smile gave away his identity as the other half to Tyler’s band.

You smile nervously and wave, feeling awkward just standing around. But soon after introductions, they carry on with whatever video game they were playing.  

“Come on in, Y/N. Don’t be shy!” Tyler says softly. He goes and sits on the soft, patting on the spot next to him. “Come sit, there’s enough space!”

There isn’t space enough. Well, not really at least. The sofa is more of a love-seat, and you end up pressed right against Tyler. He doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and when he casually  throws his arm around your waist after a few minutes, you start to relax.

It ends up being a really good night. You try a few rounds of Mario-Cart but stop, because you end up being so horrible. You don’t mind though.  You’re perfectly content with just watching the other guys play while you’re cuddled close to Tyler. You can’t really remember the last time you’ve had so much fun. They’re all constantly making jokes and telling stories and laughing, and you feel so carefree, almost like you’re floating.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep, cause when you open your eyes, it’s to Tyler slowly caressing your cheek. “Wakey, wakey,” he says softly with a chuckle.

You slowly blink and then move to sit up straight. “Oh,” you say, slightly dazed. “Did I fall asleep?”

Tyler nods. “Yeah, about an hour ago. The guys just left though, so I figured it was about time I woke you up. I’m sorry though.. You looked really peaceful, sleeping.”

You look at how your legs are strangling Tyler’s and notice how you’re perfectly curled into his side. You blush, but are too sleepy to be embarrassed about it. “’m sorry,” you mumble. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I’ll- uh..” you yawn. “I’ll go home then.”

Tyler smiles. “I didn’t mind. It was quite comfy, actually.  Come on,” he says. “I’ll walk you out.”

You make your way to the front door. When Tyler opens the door, you turn around to thank him.

“Thank you for letting me hang out. And like, letting me sleep on you, I guess. I had a really good night,” you say, still slightly blushing.

Tyler either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about embarrassment. “No problem. I had a really good night too.” He bites his lip and then raises his hand to touch yours. It’s a light brush, but you feel sparks of electricity spike through you.

You’re about to start nodding, when Tyler leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “See you soon?”

You’re baffled, but somehow you manages to mutter out a “yes” before walking away.

Later, when you’re alone in your own bed, you replay the kiss in your head so many times you start getting dizzy. And yes, you think, you could totally get used to this.

The next day, Tyler’s the one knocking on your door.  You’re surprised, but even more so when he asks you out for coffee with him.  

After ten minutes of scrambling around looking for shoes and your wallet, you’re out the door, heading down the street.  There’s a cozy cafe on the corner and Tyler holds the door for you.  You let out a sigh of relief after getting shelter from the cold.

You sit in a small booth near the front window and cradle your cup of hot chocolate between your fingers as you watch people walk by.

Tyler makes sure to keep the conversation going, and there’s never really a dull moment.

You’re laughing loudly when Tyler reaches out at your face. You freeze in your seat as you feel his thumb sweep softly over your lip.

Tyler smiles and pulls his hand back. “You had a little chocolate-moustache, sorry.”

You smile back, but look down, blushing hard.

Tyler takes a breath. “Okay, look at me for a second please.”

You raise your head and carefully stare at Tyler, trying not to get lost in his breathtaking brown eyes.

“I like you,” Tyler then says.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your hands freeze where they’re laying near Tyler’s. “You…” you mumble, but it sounds more like a question.

Tyler’s eyebrows climb high on his forehead. “Like you, yes.” He says, nodding in affirmation, eyes widened with anticipation.

Tyler smiles again, “Man, I thought I was being obvious. I like you, and I’m not afraid to admit that to anyone.” He laughed softly. “I’m sorry for springing this on you like this, because I have no idea how you even feel about me, but-“

You interrupt him, “Seriously?” The surprise is clear in your eyes. “I have a huge crush, I mean the size of Everest on you, Tyler.”

For the first time that day, Tyler seems taken back a bit. “Well, I mean- I guess I didn’t want to assume anything?”

You laugh, “Can I tell you something?” you ask, fixing your eyes back on Tyler.

He nods carefully.

“Your piano playing helps me sleep,” you sigh, “I used to curl up in bed and listen every night, it soothed me.  When you stopped, I couldn’t fall asleep, I just tossed and turned.  That’s why I came up that night— to see why you stopped.”

Tyler just stared at you with a fond look on his face. “It put you to sleep?” He says smiling.

You’re suddenly hit by a wave of shyness, “Yeah…” you mumble, it sounded stupid.  

“Y/N?” Tyler says softly, and you look up at him again. “Can I kiss you?” he continues, voice barely more than a whisper.

Your heart stops for a second, before you slowly nod. “Honestly? I’d be really disappointed if you didn’t.”

Tyler leans forward and softly presses your lips together. He tastes like mocha and every wonderful thing in the world, and you think that this is probably the best first kiss someone could ever have.

Later that night you’re curled up into Tyler’s side, listening to the rise and fall of his chest.  You sigh in frustration, finding that you, once again, cannot sleep.

“I really wish your hand wasn’t hurt— then you could play for me,” you pout, poking your lip out and looking up at him.

He chuckles, giving you a small squeeze before disclosing, “You know I can sing, right?”

You furrow your eyebrows, racking your brain for the conversation where he told you that… But you can’t recall.  You would’ve remembered.  You would’ve made him demonstrate.

“You never told me that—“

“Would you like me to sing to you?  Then maybe you could fall asleep?”

You nod into his chest, burying your face into the fabric of his shirt before saying, “Yes, please.”

Tyler clears his throat lightly before starting to sing— and it’s beautiful.  At first, your chest fills up with so much admiration for Tyler that sleep is the last thing on your mind.  But he continues and his soft tune mixed with the feeling of his hand running up and down your back softly, has you calming down.  Your eyes soon grow heavy and after only a couple of verses, you’ve drifted off into a deep, sleep.  

My Mind Is My Folly

Prompt:  Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,721 (I got carried away…)

A/N: I am still debating on whether I should take a break from writing or if I should join the write-a-thon… I already have the ideas for some of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I have time to write and edit them. We’ll see! Sometimes if I am inspired enough, I can write a story in an hour or so. Anyways, I would like to thank @how-could-i-do-this ,@iwrotemywayto-revolution , and @imaginebeinghamiltrash . Thank you for being my soundboard, giving me encouragement to write, and editing. I was so close to scrapping the fic. I love you all and thanks for telling me that my writing isn’t as awful as I think it is.


You didn’t even have to stop pretending to read your book to know that he was here.

Every day for the last week, he would appear exactly at 7:30 A.M., ten minutes before his bus would arrive. He’d slide into the opposite end of the bench, coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. Then he’d sip his coffee and stare off into space, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he waited. Sometimes he’d come with a worn leather-bound notebook in hand or headphones in his ears; those were the days where the leg bouncing was the most intense.

Your weird fascination with him started the second you saw him. You’d been riding the bus for years now – partly because you were one of the few people that liked public transportation, but mostly because you found the inspiration to write when you rode the bus – and it was rare to see someone on this side, the “upper side” of New York City, use the bus. You were usually the only person at the stop, so naturally, your interest was piqued when he appeared.

He was a mess.

His hair was tangled, eyes puffy from the lack of sleep, and clothes wrinkled as if he slept in them. It was… not cute. He simply sat on the other end of the bench, not sparing you a glance, not asking if the seat was taken, and not even attempting to make small talk. He was so odd; you’d never met someone that was so out of touch with their environment.

But as the week unfolded and you noticed his little quirks, such as the leg bouncing and how he would pull at the ends of his hair when he wrote in his notebook, you began to look forward to seeing him, even if it was only for ten minutes until his bus came. He was interesting to observe.

You flipped a page and let out a noise of interest, pretending to have read something intriguing while you focused on him. Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

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“I looked over at Harrison. He was … God, he was just so handsome. No. No, more than that. He looked like he could lead the charge into battle, take the hill, win the duel, be leader of the gluten-free world, all without breaking a sweat. A hero’s face—a few strands of hair fell over his noble, slightly furrowed brow—watching the horizon for danger in the form of incoming indigenous armies, reflective, concerned eyes so deep in thought you could get lost down there and it would take days to fight your way out. But why run? It couldn’t really be a hardship to find yourself lost in such a place with all that wit and ideas safely stored there. Hey, man! Wait a second! Share the wealth here. Give the face to one man and save the mind for another and both would have plenty. But no! This was the ultimate living example of overkill. So how could you ask such a shining specimen of a man to be satisfied with the likes of me? No! Don’t tell me! The fact is that he was! Even if it was for a short while.” - Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist

In the Arms of Dean

 The first time Dean hugs you, you are completely caught off guard. You aren’t used to this kind of affection coming from him. Sam is the guy who gave you a hug before bed, a hug after a hunt and any other time you wanted one. But not Dean. Dean didn’t hug, not often anyways. So when he pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly, you were almost shocked. You don’t know how kicking some guys ass inside an old run down bar would earn you a hug, but you accepted it nonetheless. 

  After that, it was like your entire friendship shifted. Dean was around a lot more often than before. You would catch him sneaking glances at you every once in a while. He found any excuse to touch you or be close to you. You weren’t born yesterday, you clued into what he was doing, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice since you worked together and lived together. You didn’t want to assume he felt something towards you and make an idiot of yourself. 

  The second time he hugged you, tears were falling freely from his eyes. Your body clung to his and there was no chance he was letting you go. Turns out you had just died on a hunt, and you were gone for several minutes until Cas came in and healed you as much as he could. 

  “I thought I lost you,” he cried out. “You were dead. There was no heartbeat, you weren’t breathing. You were fucking gone!”

  “Dean,” you coughed out. Your throat dry as sandpaper. 

  “God, I love the way you say my name,” he choked out. “Don’t you ever do that again! You hear me?”

  “You have really pretty eyes,” you smiled softly. His whole body relaxed, a laugh left his lips. “And I like the freckles dusting your nose and cheeks.”

  “Okay there, sweetheart. I think it’s time to get you back to the motel so you can sleep this off,” he said nervously. 

  “You have a nice smile too, especially when it reaches your eyes,” you continued. He stopped lifting you and settled back on the ground in his lap. His left hand came up to your cheek, brushing away the stray strands from your face. His heart was racing in his chest, and you could feel it. “I like it when you don’t shave for a couple of days and the way you eat your french fries.”

  “Y/N, why are you telling me all these things?” he questioned, his voice quiet and defeated sounding.

  “Because I technically died and I don’t want to leave this world without tell you all my favourite things about you,” you stated. “And believe me, there is a whole list of things. I haven’t even scratched the surface.”

  “I love you,” he breathed out, his eyes locked with yours. He smiled weakly, his grip tightening. 

  “I love you, too.”

After that day, Dean hugged you everyday, whether it was from behind, or tightly in the morning after you both got out of bed. You spent everyday, telling him one more thing about him you liked. You watched his face turn a light shade of pink, dropping his head. You knew it made him feel loved, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

  As strange as it sounds, you were happy you technically died on that hunt. You and Dean had never been happier. 


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Sick Babygirl - pt.2

Genre: a smidgen of fluff and s m u t

Length: about 1,500 words

Kinks: dd/lg, choking, brat taming, predator/prey play

Originally posted by magiccastles

Jaebum had been taking care of you all week; bring you everything you needed or wanted, leaving practice early just to check up on you, and so much more.

You looked up at him, softly pouting as you made eye contact. “Daddy…” His petname rolling off your tongue and escaping your mouth like a sweet, peaceful song.

A bright smile appeared on his face, his cheeks turning a bright pink- just like they always did when you called him that during the moments alone you two had together. “Yes princess?” He asked in reply, gently caressing your face.

“You seem really tired. Are you sure I’m not being a bother?” You asked curiously, cuddling into the palm of his large hand, “I feel so annoying. You’re doing so much for me..”

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Worth It

Title: Worth It

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!Reader

Word Count: ~4.1k (how did this happen?)

Warnings: angst, h/c

Request: Hello! Could I request a reader x Draco? Like where Draco has had an accident and the reader finds him unconscious on the road during a storm so she takes him to her place to patch him up. He has temporarily lost his memory and they fall in love while she cares for him but when he gets his memory back, she is scared that he’ll leave her behind. Thank you so much

(A/n: I don’t even know how this got so long. Anyway please enjoy. It has been really interesting to try and understand post-war Malfoy and how he feels about his past now. || not my gif)


Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

“Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?” You asked the stranger who looked at you in confusion, the young man looked nothing like the arrogant always well-dressed boy you remembered from your days in Hogwarts. The man in front of you was pale and wary, lost and confused. Yet he still had the eyes that had haunted your dreams for years, both nightmares and daydream fantasies – the young Malfoy had always been something else.

“Who are you?” His voice wary as he looked you up and down, not trusting you. Good on him, you would never trust him either. Although he seemed more than vulnerable with his haunted eyes and confusion written all over his handsome features.

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✮  - must find a place where to spend the night // here (w/ ceo!yoongi)

The sight of Yoongi on your sofa as he idly channel surfs with a remote in his hand is oddly… pleasing. His coat is hanging on your rack, his sleeves undone, tie loosened, slacks tugged up as he sits comfortably. You didn’t know how to structure your words in a way where it’ll make sense to how you’re feeling but if you had to try it was refreshing. You’re so used to seeing him in a lavish office, high class restaurants and extravagant events.

This… was new.

You head out from the kitchen with a cup, setting it down in front of him and he flinches, straightening his back as he adjusts to your presence (despite feeling it the moment you welcomed him in). He nods in gratitude and retrieves the tea you’ve made for him, avoiding your gaze when he can feel it against the side of his face as he takes small, slow sips.

When Yoongi sets the porcelain on the glass surface, he presses his lips at your question of: “So, you wanna tell me what happened?”

Even at a time like this, Yoongi is still Yoongi (hardheaded and stubborn), “…no,”

Since this was your house, being your territory, you lean against the armrest behind you and pull your feet up to hug your knees. Tilting your head with a smile Yoongi catches, he looks away the moment your eyes meet.

“Oh, really?”

“It’s nothing,” He waves a hand and you only scoff with the rolling of your eyes but kept to a minimum because he’s still-”My boss shows up at eleven into the night, no wallet, no ID, no nothing and he claims ‘it’s nothing’? Hey, I’m merely just an employee but I’m not stupid,”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, turning his head to meet your gaze as he threatens himself to say you really are if you still don’t get why out of all places I came to you for help but he bites that back. Not when you’re looking at him like that, nope, not with those pair of eyes. Hell no, not tonight.

He only sighs and exhales deeply before looking at you dead in the eye and at the back of his mind he wonders if you’re shitting bricks because he sure as hell is.

“I lost my wallet and I was nearest around your area,”

You wait a little, and Yoongi only looks at you weirdly when you keep silent.

“What?”

“…that’s it? No backstory, no buildup?” 

He scoffs and turns to meet you, almost mirroring how you’re sitting when he puts his feet up because you are, “You didn’t ask for a story. You asked for a reason,”

“…what if I wanted a story?”

“Do you have wine?”

“Do I get OT?”

“You get two hours off your next lunch,” He sees how you’re about to accept but he throws in: “But you have to spend it with me,”

He doesn’t know if he wants to slam his head against the wall for how oblivious you are at the clear fucking bait he just threw out, a discrete go out with me for lunch or if he wants to catch his heart from flying out of his ribcage at how giddy you are, rising to your feet to retrieve some wine with deal!

For now, Yoongi thinks, let’s just enjoy this.

The Things She Carried

Part 3. Fraternization Attempt

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 1300+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @mysoul4dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust @apeshit7x @aiaranradnay @anokhi07 @tatortot2701 @jerkbitchidjitassbutt  @mangasia @sharkeeshark @maui137 @electricbluecas @squirrellover1967 @kazchester-fanfiction @gabavaldman @riversong-sam @lavieenlex @mogaruke @zanthiasplace @holywaterbucketchallenge @soullessbabee @loricwizardbluetoastedcake @barneybrigade @extreme-supernatural-lover @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @iliketowrite02  

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Amends (part one)

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing. 

A/N: I started writing this about a year ago and left it alone after that. I was incredibly bored at work and managed to throw a little bit of it in there. For your information: the reader works as an optician (like myself!) but it’s not mentioned all that much. (I was actually looking for one of the most mundane-sounding job some one could do after modelling, and I found it XD) It’s been tweaked and improved (if I say so myself) and I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by super-slick-imagines-chick

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes”

You looked up from your work to stare straight into the eyes of none other than Carter Baizen; fucking. Carter. Baizen.

Completely baffled you stared for a few seconds, but quickly turned back to what you were doing. The man had hurt you more than you could bare. The filthy rich guy who came to you, a former working class girl, every once in a while to have a little fun for some time; only to up and leave without a word when he found something better. Until you were done that is; done with the modelling lifestyle, done with the too bright spotlights and especially done with Carter Baizen. You decided that there was nothing more left for you in New York city, and packed your bags and high tailed it out of there to Europe, back to your home country.

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Obsessed| Part ONE


Negan x Y/N x Daryl

Words: 1253

Summary: The reader is the 20 years old daughter of Rick, in a relationship with Daryl for some months now. When Negan killed Abraham and Glenn, Daryl attacked him because Negan was interested in you.

Warning: Coming Chapters contain smut, drugs and suggested rape

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Everything started so good. This day started so good. We all were happy, we all were safe and now, nothing good was left. 

I was scared but I guess this was normal in a situation like this. We were on our knees, surrounded by those men, who pointed their guns to our heads and the worst part was: All my loved ones were here and could die, everyone except Judith. My baby sister could lost her whole family right now, this thought made me sick.

“Calm down, Y/N. I am here, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Daryl whispered, who was kneeling next to me and I tried to calm down, but it wasn’t that easy. I just was happy he was here. So many days we were separated and I had hoped to see him today again. My wish came true, but this wasn’t what I imagined.

“You can’t promise something like that,” I whispered and looked to my dad, who was next to Carl. Jesus, when I lose one of them I would die.

“Pissing our pants yet?” Scared I looked to the man, who got out of a bus and in his hand he had a fucking baseball bat, “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon.” Shit. All I could thought about was that this guy here was completely crazy. He smiled like something great just happened, walked to the circle, where our people were kneeling and I knew exactly who he was. This has to be Negan. The real Negan.

“So, which of you pricks is the leader?” The man who took all our weapons pointed to my father and I closed my eyes, when the man I was fucking sure about he was Negan, walked to him. My strong father, who was my little hero my whole life, he was pale and I never saw him this scared. He wasn’t scared he might could die, no, he was scared because everyone knew we won’t make it out alive, not all of us.

“…give me your shit or I will kill you,” Negan said in a cold voice to my dad, “Today was career day. We invested in a lot, so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And what I want is half your shit.” He started to walk and looked at each one of us. When he was in front of me I drop my gaze. I didn’t want to look into his eyes. I didn’t want to see his face in the nightmares I have and I had many of them, every single fucking night. I saw walkers, I saw the dead and the faces of men like him, who were just crazy. Without Daryl I would have lost my mind a long time ago.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being  punished, now, did you?,” Negan asked amused and I could hear my heart breaking into pieces. He will kill us all. I looked to Maggie, one of my best friends, pregnant, she deserved so much better and now she could die and even if Negan won’t kill her or us, she might die tonight, she wasn’t in a really good settle.

“So now… I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you,” he said happily and I was glad when Daryl took my hand in his one, even when his grip was painful but he tried to calm down, before he might do something stupid. I knew him very well to see that he was about to do some mistakes. Negan walked from my father to Abraham and over to Carl, who looked to this dangerous man like he was about to kill him. Jesus, my family was crazy.

“Shit kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.” Nope Carl won’t cry. My little brother had more guts than I could ever have, but I just saw so much more pain in my life. I was broken, not completely but a part of me just was broken. I was too much in my own thoughts and when Glenn screamed ‘No’ I just was confused about what happened when Negan’s men pushed him back in line. At least Negan showed mercy and didn’t kill him right now for this move.

“All right listen. Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’es free, it’s an emotional moment I get it,” Negan explained and in the moment he decided to sing a fucking song and chose in that way who is going to die, I closed my eyes, let my hair fall in front of my face like a curtain and tried not to cry when Negan stopped his little game “and you… are… it.” I opened my eyes, saw it was Abraham and closed my eyes again when I heard the other cry, when I heard the sound of his head squishing and I thought I’m gonna puke but I managed it. Abraham was dead. I started to cry with this thought and opened my eyes slowly, looked horrified to all the blood and how Negan stopped hitting Abraham’s head which wasn’t even a head anymore.

“Look at my dirty girl,” he laughed, meant his baseball bat Lucille he introduced earlier  and I winced when Negan suddenly looked to me, “Oh sweetheart, you hid your pretty face from me and now look at you. A beauty with doll eyes.” He smiled and I had no idea what I should do. Now I looked to the man who was able to kill us all, who just killed Abraham for fun and I imagined a monster, but he was just a handsome man with the smile of the devil. I didn’t know what to do when he looked to my hand which was still clasped with Daryl’s.

“Was he a friend of yours?”, Negan asked amused and scared I look to my father, who looked like he will pass out soon.

“Y-yes,” I answered and winced even more, when he stroke a strand of my hair back and I saw that Daryl will explode in some seconds. O god we will die.

“And your name is?”
“Y/N,” I said quietly and Daryl shouted: “Get the hell away from her!”

“Daryl!,” I whispered scared and Negan started to laugh.

“You worried I could find interest in your little girl? Because you are damn fucking right when she looks at me with this big fucking eyes, I just wanna take her and…” That was too much. Daryl jumped up, released my hand and hit Negan in his face. I started to scream and just felt how Michonne grabbed my arm, pushed me back, when Negan’s men took Daryl to one of his cars. Negan’s attention went to Glenn and the punishment for Daryl’s action was Glenn’s dead. 

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I know my english is bad but I hope you guys like it somehow. The gif is not mine xx
 

AU PROMPTS (based on field trips ive taken)

we’re on a bus and it’s been three hours since you started talking to me about your passion AU

we were originally paired with other people as hotel roommates but they wanted to share a room… so we’re a pair now AU

+ bonus if it’s only one bed ;)

another classmate sat down next to you on the bus and now im jealous AU

someone wasn’t able to come and the teacher decided to give their role in a competition to you, now you’re freaking out but ‘it’s okay im here for you, you’re gonna do great’ AU

you lost your money for food, ‘hey, don’t worry about it, i can pay’ AU

your guardian/parent wasn’t able to pick you up, ‘do you need a ride?’ AU

+ bonus if it’s fall/winter time and they were standing in rain or snow

the long bus ride is making me antsy, luckily you’re able to calm me down and rid me of my energy AU

we ended up losing our group somehow ‘uh oh’ AU

+ bonus if it was on purpose

‘you’ve never had _(type of food)_?’ 'no…’ 'you HEATHEN’ AU

i lost the key to my hotel room and i cant get a hold of my roommate, you decide to wait with me in the hallway AU

we’re watching netflix on the bus ride when i feel your hand touch mine AU

'wow this hotel has a pool’ 'yeah’ 'you wanna…?’ 'yeah!’ AU

i keep catching your eye, not on purpose, well… actually, yeah, on purpose, you’re really hot AU

you’re cute, i like you, and you gave me a slip with your name and number on it but you’re from a different place, 'im only in this if you want it to work’ AU

im an introvert who has just talked to a hundred different people for four hours straight, now im tired, like, really tired. you notice and let me use your shoulder (or lap, jacket, whichever) as a pillow AU

'i don’t like you, you don’t like me, but we’re partners in this so let’s give it our all bc i want a fckn trophy’ AU (enemies to lovers maybe)

* as always, you don’t have to ask to use but i would absolutely positively like a link to your fic if you do use one! :)

Miscommunication

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Prompt: “You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him.”
Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,259
Warnings: language, drinking
A/N: We all know it’s been impossible for me to write anything other than Misha lately so I forced myself to break out of that and this was born. I figure I need some more Jared/Sam on my master list and I’m trying to rectify that. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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Soulmate AU: You Share Thoughts with Your Soulmate

Breathe in. Breathe out. Focus on how it moves, where the flow of energy goes, where it exits. Then, allow every thought to blur – 

Shuffle, shuffle.

– until all outside noises begin to fade –

Deep sigh.

–and only then does your inward journey of meditation begi–

Oh, don’t you dare look back! Just keep your eyes on me, I said, ‘You’re holding back’, she said –

“Please don’t take any offense to this, (Y/N), but please shut up,” Stephen muttered, his growing exasperation quite evident. He kept his meditating position intact, including keeping his eyes shut. He had no reason to open them. Not when he knew that you were currently slouching in a poor attempt to mimic his figure.

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Wake Up

word count: 854

MASTERLIST

The bedroom door quietly squeaked as I pushed it back to step into the room. I shivered, when the cold air coming from an opened window reached my shirtless upper body. I crept towards the bed, and a smile spread across my face when my eyes rested in the lump that was on it. I silently climbed onto the bed, moving very carefully not to wake my girlfriend up just yet. She stirred, rolled on her back, and a quiet groan left her lips. I silently chuckled as she pulled the covers over her whole face. She must be cold, I thought to myself. She does what when she is cold.

I hovered over her sleeping body, a hand against the mattress on either side of her, holding myself up. She must have sensed my presence over her as she stirred again. I couldn’t help, but chuckle again, as the messy bun on the top of her head was the only thing peering out from the comforter. “Ey baby,” I whispered, supporting myself on one hand as I used the other to pull the comforter off of her face. “Wake up.” I said, my eyes looking over her beautiful un-make-uped face. She groaned, stirred again, and ran a hand over her face. “I’m sleeping.” She said, trying to push me off of her, I would not budge. I leaned down towards her face, and I placed a kiss on her forehead. “But I want you to wake up.” I said, eager for her to open her eyes, so I could see the pure beauty within them.

My arms grew tired of supporting my weight, so I carefully let my body fall onto hers. She tried to pull the comforter over her face once again, but the fabric was stuck under my weigh. “Shawn, you little piece of shit!” She whined again, unable to roll over with me on top of her either. Her eyes still has not opened. A chuckle escaped my lips. I nudged my face unto the crook of her neck. She was warm from the comforter’s warmth. I slowly trailed kisses along her neck, and continued up to her jaw. “Open your eyes.” I said, after lifting my head to look at her face. She sighed, likely knowing that there was no way I would let her fall back asleep. She wiggled her arms out from the bedsheets, and used her fingers to rub her eyes. Then, she finally lifted her eyelids. Her eyes were so puffy, yet so gorgeous that I could get lost within them for hours, damn Shawn, you’re in deep shit. God, you really love her.

“You never let me sleep!” She complained, though a small smile pilled at the corners of her lips. “I couldn’t help myself,” I chuckled, “I missed you as fuck.” I said, placing a kiss on her cheek, my action caused her to blush. “Well, I wasn’t missing you,” she joked, “I was content sleeping.” I grabbed her arms and wrapped them around my neck, craving her touch. She chuckled, running a hand through my messy head of hair. I leaned my face towards hers, and I placed a kiss on her lips.

“What time is it?” She asked, after I had pulled away from her lips. She tried to get up to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. My eyes widened at her mentioning of the time, she definitely didn’t like to wake up early. “Uh,” I mumbled, escaping from her embrace and crawling off of the bed. “I made breakfast.” I said, trying to change the subject. My girlfriend sat up and looked at me questioningly, likely curious as to why I hadn’t just answered the easy question. I stood at the foot of the bed, not sure if I should start running just yet.

She was silent for a moment, staring at me. I held my laughter, and tried my best to resist the smile that so badly wanted to pull at the corners of my lips. I failed, and my smile showed. “Shawn,” she stared, “what time is-“ she looked back at the alarm clock instead of finishing her sentence. The alarm clock read 7:04am. It also was Saturday. She looked back at me, and I could not help, but chuckle, the look played on her face was the main reason of my laughter, I mean she looked just ridiculous. Her lips eventually twisted into a smile too. “Shawn!” She yelled, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at me. I grabbed the soft item and just hugged it into my chest. “Not again!” She complained, “who the hell wakes up this early on a Saturday?!” I dodged the pillow she had just thrown, just as she got up from the bed. Knowing that she was coming to give me hell for waking her up so early, I ran past the bedroom door and out of the room. My baby followed closely behind me, and the bedroom door quietly squeaked behind us. She eventually caught me, as the reward she got a passionate kiss and really warm hug.

Fire Burn & Cauldron Bubble.

( The obligatory Hogwarts AU. The reader is lost and Peter helps you out. )

A/N: Peter Parker is a Hufflepuff and no one can convince me otherwise. Also - the friendship between a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin is beautiful. I should know - one of my best friends is a Slytherin ( I’m a Hufflepuff ), and we get along just fine! Requests are open - send some in for the moon of my life, my sun and stars Peter Parker. 

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Despite the tour of Hogwarts yesterday, you still get lost trying to locate your first class.

You’d left the Great Hall early, so you could actually make it to class on time, but it looks like it’s all been for naught. You check your watch for the third time this morning. Eight forty-five. If you don’t get to Herbology in fifteen minutes, you’re going to be late.

The once pristine, wrinkle-free schedule that Professor Romanoff had handed out earlier is now crumpled into a ball in your fist; you’d crushed it up in anger after wandering into the wrong classroom three times in fifteen minutes. Several students had offered their help to what they assumed was a scared, timid first year, but you’d politely declined all offers of help.

The hall that you’re currently walking through is starting to fill up with students. Noise echoes through the corridors as they holler greetings, excited to see one another after the long break. Many of the kids who pass you are sporting trendy haircuts and dark tans. These kids have all been friends for a long time; you certainly don’t expect anyone to spare you a second glance, let alone try to talk to you.

But someone does.

It’s a Hufflepuff, tall, rangy and a little bit too skinny, with thick, unruly brown hair. He has milky white skin dotted with freckles, and the warmest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, the exact shade and colour of milk chocolate.

“Are you – Are you lost?”

“No,” You say defensively. “I’m just – I’m taking a walk. A very nice, long walk around Hogwarts.”

A dim smile flits across his face, a passive expression that doesn’t involve parting his lips. You don’t see the point, because it’s like switching on a neon lamp and throwing a cotton sheet over it. “It’s just – you’ve walked down this corridor three times now.”

You glare at the moving, talking portraits lining the walls and at the finely polished suits of armour flanking every corner. All of these blasted corridors look exactly alike, and there aren’t exactly any maps of Hogwarts that are easily accessible.

“I like this corridor,” You say staunchly. “It’s a very nice corridor.”

He muffles his laughter with the palm of his hand. “Uh-huh. If you stay to admire it any longer, you’ll be late for your first period class.”

Well isn’t that just peachy, you think grouchily.

As of now, you have two options: You can suck up your pride and admit you need help, or you can be late for Herbology. The assistant head of Hufflepuff, Clint Barton, is teaching the subject – you’ve never met him before, but if he’s anything like Headmaster Fury, you shudder to think what he’ll do to you when you waltz in late.

“Yeah, alright,” You mutter, albeit reluctantly. “I might be lost. A little .  . . Lot.”

“A little lot?” The Hufflepuff repeats, sputtering with laughter. “I’d say you’re very lost.”

“Fine. I’m lost. Happy?” You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “Now how do I get to –” You break off, check your crumpled schedule. “– Greenhouse 3.”

Maybe it’s due to your scathing glare that belies your tiny frame and wide-set eyes, but the Hufflepuff manages to control his laughter. “Not really.” The soft snick of closing doors fills the hall and he glances around. “C’mon. I’ll show you to Professor Barton’s class.”

“You didn’t have to laugh that hard,” You mutter, following him down the hallway. “It wasn’t that funny.”

“Yeah, remind me again: How long did you spend wandering the halls before you thought to ask for help?”

Your sour expression speaks for itself. Peter laughs even harder, leaving you to wonder at him, this bright and warm and genuine person, who’s almost like a ray of ray of sunshine personified. You aren’t sure if you want to clock him in the head with your heaviest textbook to knock the perkiness out of him or if you want to wrap your arms around yourself to cage it in.

You’ve never been a sentimental person, and there’s certainly no reason to start now. “Are all you Hufflepuffs so … Bright and perky? Or is it just you?” An awful thought crosses your mind. “Oh no. Please tell me Professor Barton isn’t all sunshine and rainbows too.”

You can just see it now. Professor Barton, dressed in buttery yellow robes, waltzing into class like a male Mary Poppins knockoff. His voice is a high falsetto as he trills, “Good morning class! Isn’t it a lovely day out? Today we’ll be doing some super fun Herbology, so let’s all be friends ~ Super friends!”

Okay. That’s definitely a mental image you could have lived without.

“This is a first.”

“What, talking to a Slytherin?”

You glance down at your green and silver sweater. You hadn’t exactly happy when the hat had placed you into Slytherin, having heard all the rumours about all the dark wizards that Slytherin had spawned, but much to your relief, your housemates were all incredibly warm and welcoming, nothing like the mean and menacing image that was inexplicably linked to the Slytherin house.

“No, not that!” He looks offended, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe that you’d think so lowly of him. “Being called ‘bright’ and ‘perky’.”

“What are you usually called, then?”

“I’m sure you’ll find out eventually.”

“Uh. Okay.”

He had to be one of those popular kids, with one of those ‘cool’ nicknames.

So it looks like the two of you won’t be interacting anymore. You’re hardly at the top of the social hierarchy.

The two of you reach a greenhouse, and you stop. The Hufflepuff hitches his thumb at it, smiling, and says, “This is it.”

The walls are made of glass; it’s easy enough for you to peer inside. Professor Barton, thankfully, is not wearing an ounce of yellow. In fact, he’s dressed in red plaid flannel, a pair of well-worn jeans, and a pair of dragon-hide boots. He’ll quite possibly be the most unconventional teacher you’re ever going to have.

And it looks like class hasn’t started yet, you think, with an exhale of relief. Your classmates are all milling around, pulling on aprons and gloves, chattering away happily. You reach for the handle, only to pivot around on the balls of your feet to face Peter again.

“Thank you for your help … ?” You trail off questioningly, only now realising that the older student had yet to tell you his name.

“It’s, uh, Peter. Peter Parker.”

(Y/n). Thanks again.”

Peter takes off running at a pace that would induce cramps in anyone else. As his dim smile fades from your mind, you decide to keep an eye out for Peter. He’s an interesting boy.

Monthly Hero

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Nat and Fury are briefly mentioned

Warnings: This will give you cavities. And yes that is a warning. 

Word count: 1,403

Summary: Y/N is having the shittiest day,on her period and a certain Supersoldier drops by her apartment to cheer her up. 

A/N: I’m sick and on my period and I desperately needed some cute Steve to cheer me up, so this happened. Thanks to @fandommaniacx for helping me out with the title! Please let me know if you like it! xx 


Everything had gone wrong today. You had woken up too late, dropped your phone in the toilet and stubbed your toe on the edge of your bed. Now that you were attending the daily meeting with Fury, feeling something hot drip down your legs, you cursed internally. This was the last thing you needed. Thankfully, Fury cut the meeting quite short as he had to attend another meeting himself.

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Got7 Reaction: You swearing infront of them for the first time

Anonymous said to kpopreactionsforthekpopfans:

Got7 reaction to you cussing in front of them for the first time after tripping or something Pleasssseee?💗💗love your blog btw

Thanks for the request! Sorry for the wait :(


Jaebum:

You had just woken up and you could barely see where you were walking. You went to walk out of your room, but it was dark and your tripped over something on the floor.

“Fuck!” You whisper-shouted (does that make sense? lol).

This resulted in waking up Jaebum and he just looked at you.

“Did you just swear?” He let out a little laugh while rubbing his eyes.

Originally posted by curlstae


Jinyoung:

You and Jinyoung were making dinner for you both and the rest of Got7. But the problem is- you aren’t the best cook-. You don’t know what you did, but you did something to cause the boilings water bubbles to pop up at your arm. 

“Holy shit, ow!” You didn’t even pay attention to the words that just came out of your mouth, and you ran to put cold water on your arm.

“While you’re at the sink, you should clean your mouth out with soap.” Jinyoung laughed at you while he cooked.

Originally posted by periwin5les


Jackson:

You were chasing Jackson because he took your phone and won’t give it back. You were catching up with him so you ran faster. But he made a sudden stop, causing you to run into his back.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, but he heard you.

“Ha! I knew you weren’t so innocent!” He laughed as you covered your face in embarrassment.

Originally posted by got7official


Mark:

You were sitting next Mark while you played a game on your phone. The game started to get really frustrating, but it was really addicting. 

“Shit” You whispered as you lost for what felt like the thousandth time. 

Mark wasn’t too suprised, but he let a small laugh at how cute your frustration was.

Originally posted by thekpopquartet


Youngjae:

You were play some video game with Youngjae, and so far you haven’t lost against him. But after a few rounds, he finally won against you.

“Ah, fuck you” You laughed without thinking. He looked you with wide eyes, and you realized what you had said.

“You heard nothing.” You tried to laugh it off.

(#gifismine #youngjae - and dont mind the clip in the corner :) )


BamBam:

You didn’t get much sleep for the past few days, so you decided to sleep in today. But BamBam thought it’d be funny to wake up…by jumping on you.

“What the fuck?” You asked not knowing that BamBam was the one to jump on you. 

“Excuse me?” He said in a jokingly way as he got off of you.

( #gifismine #bambam )


Yugyeom:

You and Yugyeom had a duet dance stage (those are a thing right?) and you guys were practicing. Yugyeom wanted to go all out for the performance, and kept adding very difficult move the choreography. During one move, the giant maknae stepped on your foot, causing you to yell out profanity.

“Ow, fuck!” 

Once you realized what you said, you covered your mouth quickly as you Yugyeom laughed.

“Haha, sorry” he apologized.

Originally posted by yugybearr

I Need You // Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by cmtae

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (ft. Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi)

Genre: Angst

Summary//Request: You and Taehyung are in love with each other, but have never made your relationship official. Taehyung gets too drunk and ends up making out with another girl - and Jungkook lets you know everything the next morning.

A/N: This scenario contains text message imagines ^_^


“Can you two get a room already? Jeez!”

You sat with Taehyung and your friends at the back on the bus – you currently nestled in between Taehyung’s legs in the corner seat as he rested his hands on your thighs with his head in the crook of your neck, softly blowing raspberries on to your skin and making you giggle in delight.

“Seriously…you guys aren’t even dating and you can’t keep your hands off each other, just hurry up and make it official already” Hoseok playfully smacked Taehyung on the shoulder as you felt your cheeks becoming more rosy by the second. Every word that came out of Hoseok’s mouth was true – you and Taehyung were constantly being overly affectionate no matter if you were in private or public, however; you weren’t actually dating each other. You’d never confessed your feeling towards him, and neither had he. Even though you both hugged, snuggled and cuddled while holding hands and brushing cheeks, neither of you had even shared a proper kiss – much to your disappointment. Taehyung couldn’t quite put his finger on when he fell in love with you, but he knew that he was just too scared to tell you his true feelings – and you felt the same. Alas, here the two of you were, happily stuck between being best friends and lovers; not knowing when or if your relationship with each other would ever amount to something more.

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