(A/N: Okay, so no-one actually requested this, but I saw this prompt, and I just thought it was a really cute idea so I wanted to write this cx Ah, please do tell me what you thought!! I really would like feedback!!)
Your hand rested on the steering wheel, your hair billowing into your face as wind blew in from the open sunroof of the car. You sighed, attempting to push your hair away from your mouth with your free hand, only for it to fly back into your face again, causing you to throw your hand up in frustration. Quiet music reverberated through the vehicle, and you gently bobbed your head along to the beat, a hum coming from your lips. Quickly glancing at the face of your watch, you groaned; two in the morning and you were still making your way home.
The road was eerily quiet, no other car in sight as you rolled past small shops, houses, nearing a small police station. Trees lined each side of the street, almost creating a natural canopy of lush green leaves above you, your mouth opening slightly in awe as you glanced up through the open sunroof. A leaf fluttered down from above, falling on your head, and you shook your head with a smile, plucking it off your head. It was followed by yet another leaf, and another, and you looked up with a puzzled expression, a rustling in the branches directly above you.
“Hm…?” You cocked your head slightly, glancing back at the road ahead of you cautiously, the rustling becoming increasingly louder, as something tumbled out of the branches. Something small and furry. Something that fell directly through the exposed sunroof, landing on your shoulder and frantically scrambling around. You screamed as the squirrel madly scratched at your face, tugging on your hair and running down your arm. Flailing around in fright, the car swerved off violently to the side of the road, as you drove straight into a pole, your head snapping backwards slightly. The car finally came to a halt, the front indented, and you fumbled for the handle, attempting to escape the rabid creature in your car.
You had crashed directly in front of the passing police station, and at the sound of the impact, a young police officer emerged from the building, looking at the car curiously, squinting as he noticed you falling out of the now open door. He approached the vehicle, crouching down beside you and offering you his hand, his smile resembling that of a bunny. You gingerly accepted the help, and he pulled you up, looking you up and down with a curious expression. You simply stared at him blankly, suddenly conscious of your ruffled appearance as this handsome man stood in front of you with an expectant expression, his hair a dark shade of… purple?
“What happened here, Miss…?” He inquired, still looking at you with that cute grin, his eyes sparkling almost mischievously.
“Ah, it’s (Y/N)…” You stuttered, enraptured by his handsome features, your eyes lingering a bit too long as you admired how his uniform fitted his body, as he peered over at your car, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw the squirrel still darting around. Following his gaze, you shuddered, stepping away from the car, shaking your head with your hands up.
“I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole, and..” You rambled, frantically gesturing with your hands, your eyes wide with shock. The police officer stared at you with disbelief, his fist held to his mouth as he tried his best to stay professional and suppress his laughter, but he couldn’t help but chuckle, causing you to stop and stare, annoyed as you put your hands on your hips.
“Would you please stop laughing you’re a cop, you’re supposed to be helping.” You pursed your lips - and yet you couldn’t really be annoyed as you realised how absurd you sounded - the officer throwing up his hands in apology, charming smile ever present on his face.
“I’m sorry, Miss (Y/N), I hope you weren’t injured?” He looked you up and down in concern, and you felt your heart flutter ever so slightly as his eyes softened. You snapped out of your trance, clearing your throat and glancing over at your car, the squirrel finally perking up and scrambling out of the car, and back to the trees. You finally sighed in relief, the officer looking at you with amusement, his head cocking to the side slightly - it wasn’t everyday that a cute girl happened to crash on the doorstep of the police station.
“Miss? Do you happen to need a ride home, seeing as your car is… well,” he gestured over to your car pressed up against the lamppost, a small indent in the bonnet of the car.
You visibly perked up at his suggestion, before realising how overly eager you looked and clearing your throat, attempting to act casual about the matter. Never mind the fact that a cute police officer is offering to take you home, no big deal, you tried to convince yourself.
“I mean, sure, I guess…” You said, looking down at your hand, tilting your head to the side as you looked back up at him, the amused expression still on his face, as he began walking over to a police car parked in the corner.
“It’s Jungkook by the way,” the officer called out, flashing a grin at you as he opened the passenger door for you courteously, and you felt a dusty pink rising up onto your cheeks at his gaze. Jungkook. So that was the name of this handsome officer.
“Miss?” He called out once again, this time with a stern tone, causing you to freeze halfway through climbing into the police car. You glanced up at him cautiously, his expression now stoic and stern, leaving you wondering what you had done this time around. I always have to mess stuff up, you thought, mentally sighing as you had ruined your chances once again.
“I’ve just realised that you’ve broken the law, Miss.” He crossed his arms over his firm chest, and you felt panic rise up in your chest, your eyes widening in shock. You opened your mouth to speak, but you noticed a smirk spreading onto his face, his eyebrows raised playfully, as he said, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to be that cute?”
You groaned at the lame pick up line, and yet you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips, your heart thudding against your chest in pure relief, and possible admiration. “Who knew police officers could be so lame?” You muttered, and Jungkook climbed into the driver’s seat, spinning around in his seat as he just about caught your comment.
“Excuse me, Miss (Y/N)? I think I might just have to arrest you for that comment,” he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with playfulness, and you felt butterflies fluttering around in your chest, threatening to burst out.
“I mean… I’d let you arrest me anyday, but…” You coughed, as Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, shaking his head with a laugh. “Someone found their confidence, huh?” He retaliated, his heart swelling at your sudden flirtation attempt.
You giggled, and Jungkook turned back around in his seat, starting up the car and reversing out of the drive, one hand on the wheel as you drove down the street. You directed him to where he should drop you off, your hand accidentally brushing against his muscular arm as you pointed forwards, causing you to blush even more. You were grateful for the fact that he didn’t question why you were still making your way home at this ungodly hour, and instead you exchanged playful banter the whole journey back, the sound of laughter filling the vehicle.
You finally reached your destination, and you pouted slightly as Jungkook parked the car, realising that meant you would have to go. You didn’t know if you were going to see him again, although your heart was desperately leaping in your chest, as he grinned charmingly again. You were about to climb out of the car, before Jungkook called you back, the butterflies in your chest becoming even more frantic.
“I, uh, am going to require your phone number… for, um, returning your car purposes…” A adorable shyness overcame Jungkook, and you resisted the urge to coo at him, instead giggling, taking his notepad from his pocket and jotting down your number for him.
“Returning my car purposes, huh?” You teased, throwing your head back in a laugh as you handed back his notepad, and he chuckled. In that moment, your eyes lighting up in joy, the sound of your laugh so sweet and genuine, he truly hoped your paths would cross again - the fleeting hope that another squirrel would fall into your car again, and he looked down with a smile.
“Uh, thank you for the ride, Jungkook,” you said, stepping out of the car, and bending down to look through the door with a sweet smile. “I appreciate it.”
“No problem, Miss,” he responded lightly, his heart still fluttering in his chest.
“Do we have to with the “Miss”? It’s so overly formal, just call me (Y/N),” you chuckled, and Jungkook shook his head with a smile.
“(Y/N) it is then.” He nodded, still admiring how genuinely happy you looked, and you waved, walking away with a spring in your step.
“Ah… how adorable.” He rested his chin on the steering wheel, his lips curled up in a smile, as he glanced down at the number you had written down, signing your name off with a little heart. That day he returned home with an uplifted mood, hoping your paths would cross again.
request: Imagine: The reader is a famous YouTuber and Her and Harry make a couple video thanks :))
A/N: I know you were probably expecting something cute like the boyfriend tag or Harry being all adorable in a tutorial video and I really like this whole concept so maybe that will happen one day but this just sort of flowed out and it seemed so realistic to me and I just liked it so i went with it and I really hope you don’t hate it anon and I didn’t edit because it’s a bit long but I’ll probably go back later and fix some stuff if i need to and I really hope you enjoy this :)
Harry liked to consider himself as a private person.
Everyone wanted a piece of his life. They wanted to know the things he ate, the places he went, the people he saw, the things he did. They wanted every little part of his life on full display so that they could judge him, tell him how to live his life differently. He didn’t want any part of that life. So he tried his best to keep his private life, well…private. There were a lot of obstacles in the way of that form the paparazzi to people with camera phones, but the biggest obstacle of all was you. You and your camera that you toted everywhere. You’d never once asked him to assist in a video and if you ever caught a glimpse of him on your camera, you’d edit that part out. He noticed that you went to great lengths to keep him out of your Youtube career for more than one reason. When you’d first met, it almost turned him away from you, but he didn’t let something so trivial keep him from someone he liked so much. You had promised him then that you’d never put him on screen.
GOD IM SO GLAD MORE PEOPLE ARE HOPPING ON THE BAD VISION LANCE TRAIN BEVAUSE I ALWAYS HC HIM AS BLIND AS FCK BUT HE DOESNT SAY ANYTHING BC HE REFUSES YO WEAR GLASSES (which he actually keeps in his jacket pocket but he will never tell anybody that ever) just lance being such a good shot and he can't see brings me joy my son is so talented
hunk is the only one that knows
until keith finds out eventually probably by accident and gets super flustered bc!!! lance is cute!! he was cute before but oh heck!!! lance is really cute!! and he is really gay!!
and keith kinda stumbles over his words like “so uh so you wear glasses”
lance, without hesitation: no
keith: but they’re?? on ur face right now?? ur literally wearing them??
lance, literally wearing his glasses: no im not
and then keith later after seeing lance and his sharpshooting skills he asks lance why he doesn’t just wear his glasses bc then he’d be able to see his shot better and lance is just “i didn’t miss a singe shot keith”
and keith doesnt rly know what to say to that so he stands there in silence for a bit processing how this guy who needs glasses can still be such a good shot and eventually says “how the hell do you do it” and he’s a lil in awe tbh
Yay. I’m super grateful you all are good with the sketches. I try to draw every day, so I can improve,and I’ve found that posting stuff here really helps me do it because I feel like I told you guys I would so… I dunno it just helps haha
Anyways, today is just a sketch page. Random doodles of Emma and Solas. In the couple shot Emma is standing on a boulder, or sitting on his lap maybe, cuz she is smol so only comes up to his shoulder normally XD. Or she isn’t small really she is around 5′6″ but I head canon Solas as being super tall.
this is a weird question, but you seem like someone who keeps little personal things in their wallet, and I was wondering if that is true? I'm not asking about your bank cards! just wondering if you keep notes or some stuff! sorry this is really weird you don't need to answer if it makes you uncomfortable
it is a really weird question but also pretty charming and i do keep little things in my wallet, so here’s a picture of all the (non-official) things i keep
my cat is also in the shot, she was p adamant abt it
the things i keep in my wallet are
a Canadian 20$ bill (i’m american and frankly i don’t know how or when it got there, but i figured i’d better keep it just in case)
a plot summary for a story that i was supposed to write miranda @arowanlike, its been in there for ages, and it’s like 4 sticky notes
a lucky coin, courtesy of miranda (it’s 2 euro)
a lucky poker chip, also courtesy of miranda
a selfie of miranda (she sent me all three of these things at the same time) which is very cute
a picture my friend sarah took with her little sister’s camera when she went to hawaii to visit family
a picture of a tank that my oldest and weirdest friend, bones, took in his bedroom and sent to me over snail mail. nothing else was in the envelope. the next time he sent three more pictures of weird apocalyptic drawings he did (again, on his own bedroom wall) with a letter about his boss, who is a private detective. he’s a very weird guy. he also insists that we write each other, and not use technology at all to communicate, even though we live about 3 hours away from each other. idk. he’s great though.
my wallet itself is something i found years ago while dumpster diving, i’ve sewn it up multiple times. i also have a food handlers card, but that has my full name and face on it, so i didn’t post it, and a very old card from a social worker that has, written in very legible blue ink, the words “if your dad hits you again call me”, but that has an address very close to somewhere i used to live so i didn’t want to post that either.
So two Indian Americans were shot by a white guy today and based on their names im assuming they were Hindu or Hindu adjacent so right now I’d just really like 500 dollars from every single member of Hindus for Trump who not only threw literally every marginalized group under the bus but also really fucking played themselves.
On a different note, the guys were aviation systems engineers and when I told my younger brother he said kind of softly “that’s my dream job.”
I think I will only accept a lion shuffle if it’s literally everyone ends up with a different lion.
Like, oops, Allura was actually TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG about EVERYONE because she had literally just met them 20 minutes ago.
Black - Lance (sure okay why not let’s give it a shot I’m down to clown, develops leadership qualities, this is reminding me of the pirate captain from Stardust for some reason, ‘the heart of the team’, Will listen to everyone and make the right call (eventually))
Yellow - Keith (Really works with his impulsiveness tbh?, The yellow lion makes him slow down and think b/c he can’t just bolt in, Will pull back and make everyone think twice, Sees the Big Picture better than everyone else on the team, No your family/Allura are not more important than the rest of the entire universe guys)
Green - Hunk (nosy, interested in learning, wants to touch EVERYTHING, will steal and read your diary and go through your files, crazy smart and eager to question)
Red - Pidge (I’m gunna BREAK INTO THE GG and SIT AT YOUR COMPUTER AND READ YOUR FILES then SCREAM AT YOU, openly impulsive and quick to temper, often takes the bullheaded approach, Will do her own thing regardless of what others think)
Blue - Shiro (The one that keeps the group together and calm, Moral support and there to listen, Will encourage you and make you feel like you can do anything)
Request by @marvelhpaprendice: Hi! This may come out of nowere! But i love your Bucky fics! So i have a request to make! Could you do a one shot where Bucky and the reader hate each other (not really hate, like hate with sexual tension beetween them) and one day, as they watch a movie, they feel the tension that they make and just give in to each other? Thank’s!!!!!!
Summary: Your blind date goes wrong and you find yourself watching a movie with Bucky despite how much you two despise each other.
Warnings: Smutty smut, really small angst.
A/N: I did this request right away because the messaged me personally and I honestly forgot about the requests in my asks. I’m going to get to them, I promise. I’ve just been extremely busy with school. I’ll try to work on a few tonight and tomorrow if I have time. Thank you all for being so supportive of my Bucky x Reader fan fictions! I love getting feedback, whether it’s positive or negative, both help me improve my writing and story telling.