i really could go on and on over how fab she was

miraculous fic recs: stories

are ya ready kids? again, my own quick summaries added here (and some commentary…)

oneshot recs here

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A Spot of Tea by @gabriel-fucking-agreste

what do you do when your worst enemy is your best intern? you keep on being a fab villain // identity reveal // aged-up // tbh i don’t remember the first half all i know is that it’s fantastic

Bare Necessities by @reyxa

art school au where marinette gets to see her crush naked in a completely different context than what she probably imagined // identity reveal // aged-up

Bee-nevolent by TwinklingCupcake

a bee holder with no stinger can still be a hero, as sabrina learns // identity reveal // sequel, The Healing of Honey, now up (incomplete)

By Their Covers - The Scriptor by Ynnealay

you don’t need your miraculous to be heroes…but it would be nice if they could get them back, thanks // identity reveal

Chasing the C/h/atwalk by @runningoutofink

she’s on project runway and her childhood crush is her model…yeah, you bet alya is recording and saving every single episode // identity reveal // aged-up

Cinderella, She Seems So Easy by abandoned_sock

cinderella au…that’s it. that’s all you need to know

Curiosity and Satisfaction by @imthepunchlord

he was a good son, wanting to help his father. he just wanted his family whole again. but is he really on the right side of things? // enemies au // identity reveal

Fooling the world (and maybe ourselves) by @fullmetalpotterhead

nothing can wrong with fake dating! especially when you’re fake dating your partner! and especially when you’re both in love with each other but you don’t know it!!! nothing!!! except what??? now they have to get fake married!! how can that go wrong??? // post reveal // fake dating // aged-up

It’s Complicated by @konekat

a love confession goes wrong, another goes right, and adrien learns moving on isn’t the easiest thing to do // identity reveal

Le Chabanais by makahadoma

brothel au in the 1920s where everything is not what it seems // nsfw // blood & violence // rape/sexual assault // identity reveal 

To Be a Hero by AmyEatsCake

thrust into the future, adrien, marinette, and alya come to realize the world is not all good and even heroes can rot in this new hell // identity reveal // time travel 

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All The Time You Need by GrimRevolution

she passed off the earrings. ladybug and chat noir are doing so well together. but if you’re fated for a miraculous…well, you can’t escape fate //  alya is ladybug // threats of sexual assault // PTSD // partial identity reveal

Back To Us by @insanitysscribblings

hawkmoth is dead, years have passed, and not everything is what it used to be as victims protest, citizens lash out, new holders emerge, and relationships change // identity reveal // aged-up

#BonAnniversairePrincess by @my-insanity-is-an-artform

chloe would do anything to make marinette miserable…even hijack her birthday. but luckily chat noir is there to give the princess a royal day! // marichat // am bias because it was based off my post tbh

Guardians by @wintermoth

being a holder comes with a price…and it may end up being too heavy for these two teenagers // immortal au // identity reveal // this is painful in like twenty different ways

How not to propose - Agreste edition by @sweetprincessluck

adrien just wants to put the ring on her finger but his luck stinks more than plagg’s breath // post reveal // post relationship // aged-up

Lucky Fox Paradox by @imthepunchlord

she was sure alya would be a better ladybug. the miraculous was passed on. but she was wrong. there is a great imbalance, and now chat misses his ladybug, alya is determined to follow the comics, the guardian watches over, and some people realize you were chosen to be a hero for a reason // alya is ladybug // partial reveal 

Something in the Night by @konekat

everything went wrong that day from the moment the battle was over. misunderstandings occurred, relationships fractured…and seven years later, she reappears again // identity reveal // aged-up

to you, i thee wed by @miraculousturtle

some people go on blind dates. no, no. they went straight to the wedding. and everyone knew but them. // married at first sight au

You Don’t Know Me by @ferisae

the story that makes the strongest of them all weep - no, really. ladybug is out of commission and adrien can’t survive much longer, physically or emotionally // partial reveal // akuma-poisoning // great, now i have to re-read it to remind myself of this angst

Just wanted to post some more photos from the marriage equality rally in Melbourne yesterday, and take the chance to tell a couple of stories because there was so much love in my city and I’m so proud of everyone. Long post, sorry, but there’s a bit to cover - ye be warned.

I spotted this cute couple as I walked out of Melbourne Central (a shopping centre and train station all mashed together) and told them they looked fab. Spotted them again and asked for a photo - they were very happy to oblige when all of a sudden the ABC came up asking for an interview, and I took this pic. They were beautiful people.

I’d seen this guy post in the Facebook event just before I left home, and suddenly found myself standing right next to him! We had a quick chat about how many people had arrived and then waxed about how AMAZE it would be if Lady Gaga parachuted in to the masses. Really funny guy and I’m glad to have met him. I swear I’m so much more personable at these things. 

I do love a simple home-made sign. I don’t have a story about this guy, sorry. Actually from here on in it’s all random stories of the day, assume the pics are unrelated.

The Greens senator Janet Rice got her rainbow family on stage while she was talking. Her wife is the Nobel Prize winning climatologist Penny Whetton, and she just happens to be trans. Senator Rice mentioned that in order for a married person to transition they must first divorce their partner. This information drew an audible gasp - fifteen thousand people had just heard this information for the first time and were disgusted.

A timely reminder that marriage equality doesn’t just effect the L and the G.

I spent my time during the speeches standing with the Greens, who I vote for (in the Senate at least) and who gave me a free shirt, so I felt obliged. They’ve been in this fight ever since former prime minister John Howard changed the marriage act - without the need for a plebiscite or survey - so I felt very comfortable chilling with them. I was about to take a photo for them when an organiser came up and announced that Senator Rice was about to do a press conference. They wanted representation in the shot, and as I was standing there and very obviously trans they asked if I wanted to be involved. I’m not a member yet, though, and declined. Besides, I am way too shy for that shit.

There were these two young girls - actually, side note, its amazing how many kids were not only there but openly passionate about the topic of the day - but these two girls couldn’t have been more than seven or eight, and they were leading a cheer as we marched:

One, two, three, four: equality is what we’re for!
Five, six, seven, eight: rainbow families are so great!


They were incredible, and you better believe that people were chanting along with them, these two young cheerleaders who were so full of life and love. 

When the speeches started, the organisers said there were, as I said, about 15,000 people in attendance. Trams were not able to travel on Swanston Street, because people were covering the tram tracks. The lawn and steps leading to the State LIbrary was covered in people, myself included. People stretched down the street and crowded nearby balconies and you couldn’t get out of Melbourne Central on the Swanston St side like, at all.

When we marched, we picked up a lot more people. And I noticed at one point that we covered three entire streets - Latrobe, Elizabeth and Burke - and that doesn’t include the people that had decided to wait on Swanston. By the time everyone got back to the State Library we numbered twenty thousand.

Twenty thousand beautiful, loving, amazing people. It was incredible.

Finally, just a pic of my free shit (and also the free ribbon I received). I had a great time at the rally. More importantly, I’m galvanised. I haven’t campaigned for a political cause since Howard tried to implement an industrial relations bill called WorkChoices, which cost him the 2007 election. I was kinda active then.

Nothing can stop me now.

I’ve signed up to drop leaflets in my neighbourhood. I’m going to as many rallies as I can. I’m going to try and get involved in planning sessions for further action. I’m going to fight for this.

But it’s supremely shitty that Australia even finds itself in this situation.

Back in 2004, as I mentioned, John Howard made changes to the Marriage Act so that the legal definition was exclusively between a man and a woman. This change happened in parliament. Politicians on both sides did not feel the need to formally consult the people before voting unanimously for the change.

In desperation a few years ago (because we queers had gotten very, very loud), then prime minister Tony Abbott (he of the many memes) proposed that if queer people really wanted to get married then they could vote for the right to do so, in a plebiscite. In Australia, if you want to change the Constitution then you hold a referendum, and the result of that is binding on parliament. Marriage, however, is not part of our constitution - furthermore, a plebiscite result does not bind the members of parliament to vote in accordance with the will of the people. It was a delaying tactic, nothing more.

A couple of months ago Minister for Immigration and Horrible Shitty Human Being Peter Dutton proposed a new idea if the plebiscite-enabling legislation was blocked once again by the Senate: a postal survey.

It is, again, non-binding. It’s not compulsory, unlike regular voting. And a survey doesn’t require legislation to acquire the funding. This idea really excited the badly-named Liberals. The expectation was that the No voters, overwhelmingly those who are over 50, would vote in droves while those who would be more inclined to vote Yes would fight each other over ideas of boycotting and have no time to persuade the most powerful group - young people between 18-24 who support marriage equality at a factor of 81% - to post their ballot forms.

That makes the twenty-thousand strong crowd at yesterday’s rally truly astounding. We’re not fighting about boycotts - those that have suggested it have been mostly convinced otherwise. We have all the time in the world to convince young people to vote and in fact the electoral roll has swelled with close to one hundred thousand new enrolments. In a small country like Australia (pop. 24 million) that’s a lot of new potential Yes votes.And queer Melbournians have never felt so much love before, we’re all a bit awed.

We could do with a little help though, especially from those of you who live in a country where marriage equality exists. We don’t need much. We just need you to tell stories. Talk about that big gay wedding you went to last week. Mention how your friends just got engaged and how you’re thrilled for them. Above all, share stories about how the world didn’t end, that people didn’t marry bridges, and that the only thing that really changed was that there is more love being openly celebrated. 

We know that 70% of the country supports marriage equality. We also know that 1 in 5 of those people aren’t sure if they’re going to vote. So a little bit of convincing from internetionals will go a long, long way.

That’s all from me. Thanks for taking the time to read this. I love you all.

And remember: superheroes vote yes!

His Ring On My Necklace (Bucky X Reader)

Title: His Ring On My Necklace

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky has gotten a little too into the idea of (Y/N) wearing his things. Sleuthy possessive Bucky at his best. 

MASTERLIST

(Y/N) wandered into the kitchen, her navy top drenched in perspiration from her morning workout. The early riser was not surprised to find the compound empty. Usually, only the two super soldiers, as well as herself, woke up before lunch by habit. She moved to rummage through the fridge for whatever ingredients were stocked while humming an upbeat tune.

Rolling up her sleeves due to the heat, (Y/N) washed her hands before she started her meal prep when she spotted a gleaming metal item sitting on the corner of the sink. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing and moved to pick the metal item up.

As the cool metal touched her fingers, (Y/N) realized she was holding onto an intricate silver ring. Twirling the ring around, she attempted to find any sign of who its owner was to no avail. With a huff, she unclasped the hook on her necklace and strung the ring in, tucking it under her shirt, hoping to return it to its owner when she can.


(Y/N) and the super soldiers duo, as per usual, were the only ones awake before the sun has risen. A look out the window and they’re greeted by a storm out there. (Y/N) heaved out a sigh and slowly trudged to her room to change into sportswear.

As she walked into the gym, (Y/N) was greeted by Bucky and Steve going at the punching bag by the corner. She gave the duo a smile and started to run on the treadmill.

With (Y/N) in the gym, Bucky started to get distracted, the lands on the punching bag becoming sloppy. Noticing that his best friend was getting distracted by the dame on the treadmill, Steve gave Bucky a light kick on his thigh, a knowing smirk on his face.

Bucky couldn’t stop the pink tinge on the tip of his ears and scowled at the Captain. He shook his head slightly, trying to get his mind to focus but could not help catching little glances at (Y/N).

Bucky couldn’t deny his attraction to the girl but didn’t for the life of him knew how to express his admiration to her. After years being brainwashed, Bucky seemed to have lost his touch as the suave soldier that had hordes of dames following him.

As the thoughts were swirling around his mind, (Y/N) has made her way to the bench that was next to Bucky and sat down. Bending over to tie her loose shoe lace, her necklace fell out of its confines under her shirt.

Bucky’s eyes widened in recognition, seeing his ring worn around (Y/N)’s neck. He couldn’t help the pride bubbling in him, a sense of satisfaction brewing at the scene before him. He felt as though (Y/N) was now his, even though she clearly had no clue.


Several days down the road, (Y/N) and Bucky were the only two left in the compound, the rest of the Avengers deployed on separate missions. (Y/N) was about to settle into the plush couch for her Saturday night movie marathon and was looking through for latest movie releases.

“Hey FRIDAY, could you inform Bucky that I’m about to start on movie night please?” (Y/N) asked the AI, her eyes not leaving her tablet.

“Of course, Ms (Y/N)” came its reply.

Little did she know, Bucky was already prepared for movie night. Just short of an hour ago, he has already placed a large fluffy sweater belonging to him on the arm of the couch. He knew that (Y/N) was always forgetting how cold the common room got during the night. And, well, Bucky was getting slightly into seeing (Y/N) wearing his things.

Bucky walked down the stairs and into the common room and was met with the cutest sight he has seen his joining the Avengers - (Y/N) curled up on the couch, drowning in his large sweater, messy hair atop her head, a wide smile adorning her face as she met his eyes.


Not too long after, one morning as (Y/N) left her room to make her way down to the kitchen, she opened her door only to find a pair of huge fluffy bedroom slippers placed neatly outside her door.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but decided her feet was too cold as she slipped into the oversized slippers. She paddled down the steps of the stairs and gave Steve who was sitting on the counter a little wave.

Steve looked over at the girl and noticed she was wearing a sweater 3 sizes too big, her feet adorned with a pair of bedroom slippers another couple sizes larger. More importantly, Steve recognized who those items belonged to- his best buddy, Bucky.

Steve’s accuse sense of hearing picked up on Bucky entering the kitchen before (Y/N) did. He turned over and glanced at his friend, only to see Bucky leaning on the wall, a blissful smile on his lips as he looked over at (Y/N) busy preparing breakfast.

Bucky was caught staring and Steve threw him a knowing smirk, subtlety pointing over at (Y/N) sweater and slippers. Bucky gave his friend a hard glare that screamed, ‘Keep that to yourself!’ and settled himself next to Steve, eyes fleeting over to (Y/N).


Bucky has got to admit it. He was growing increasingly fond of having (Y/N) wear his things, use his things, just generally associating (Y/N) with himself. Besides, the ring, sweater, and bedroom slippers, (Y/N) now own Bucky’s hair ties, flannel shirts, bookmarks and even fluffy socks; all without knowing who the items belonged to.

The super soldier was sitting at the corner of a dimly lit club, celebrating Clint’s birthday. His eyes were trained on (Y/N) who has ventured to the bartender to get them more drinks. His gaze was lightly laced with concern as he swept through the counter to spot for potential danger.

(Y/N) was not 3 minutes into ordering when a muscular brunette placed himself next to her, a little too close for Bucky’s liking. (Y/N) shuffled to her left, making the distance between herself and the man further. He, however, was relentless and shuffled closer and attempted to whisper into her ear.

It was not that the girl could not handle the situation, but before she had the chance to, Bucky has already planted himself next to her, flesh arm snaking around her waist and with a lifted placed her on his lap.

His metal arm was gleaming under the clubs’ lights and seemed all the more threatening to those around him.

“Hey doll, did you manage to grab our drinks yet?” Bucky mumbled to her, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her waist.

(Y/N) was caught off-guard but had a grateful, knowing smile on her face as she replied, “I’m waiting on them, hun.”

(Y/N) knows that with Bucky helping her, she didn’t have to punch the creep in his face before he knows to stop and she didn’t want to spoil Clint’s birthday party.

The man clearly did not know when to stop and glared at Bucky, puffing out his chest in an attempt to seem bigger. Bucky rolled his eyes at the man and rested his chin on the crook of (Y/N)’s neck, a taunting smile on his lips directed at him.

The man, perhaps getting ballsy with liquid courage, was not one to back down. He shifted closer to (Y/N) and attempted to place his hand on her exposed lap.

Bucky reflects kicked in and grabbed the man’s wandering hands twisting it at an awkward angle until he cried out in pain.

With one hand twisting the man’s, Bucky reached his other hand brushed against (Y/N) neck, slipping his fingers under the chain of her necklace. He lifted the necklace out of its confines under the collar of her dress and held it in the man’s face.

“Look here. This is my wife. Stay away or this broken wrist would be the first of many dislocated joints.” Bucky growled, his deep voice low and menacing as he flicked the man’s broken wrist away, lifting (Y/N) up from his lap.

Bucky wrapped his arms around the girl and led her safely out of the crowd. Only as the cool air hit his face, did Bucky’s words dawn on him. The more the words run around his mind, the redder his face got.

“Uh, um, Bucky? How did you know about the ring on my necklace?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft, cheeks tinted pink.

Bucky was at a lost for words and awkwardly rubbed his neck. His demeanor was the complete opposite from was it was in the club.

“Uh, well, um, the ring you have around your neck? It’s… it’s actually mine.” he explained.

“I didn’t know you had it until I saw it around your neck during the workout the other day. It honestly isn’t my intention to seem like a creep, (Y/N), I swear. The sweater? Slippers? Hair ties? Flannel shirts? Socks? Bookmarks? They’re all mine. Oh God, I know I sound like a complete creep but it really isn’t my intention. I promise you! I just, just, really… like you.” Bucky rambled on, his eyes not meeting (Y/N).

Silence enveloped the two after Bucky’s lengthy confession. Hearing no reply to his declaration of love, Bucky started to feel dejected, his feet shuffling lightly against the gravel on the street.

Just as Bucky was about to flag a cab for (Y/N) to send her safely back to the compound and go mope in the comforts of his room, (Y/N) took a small step closer to the man and placed a cold hand on his cheeks.

Lifting his face to meet her eyes, (Y/N) gave Bucky a tiny shy smile and rubbed her fingers lightly across his cheeks.

“Thank you for helping me back out there, Bucky. I…. I really like you too. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” (Y/N) answered.

Her eyes met Bucky’s sparkling ones as a wider smile graced her face.

(Y/N) pulled the man closer to her and landed a soft peck on his lips.

So, can I keep the ring?” came her soft voice, as Bucky pulled her back to his lips with a quiet mumble of yes.


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First Impressions Gone Bad (Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader Request)

Request: ‘Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader. He’s still with Betty and he takes Y/N to Pop’s Diner to meet his friends and her Betty starts arguing and instead of fighting Y/N gets up to leave but Betty wants to get the last word in and says something terrible about the gang so both Y/N and Jughead leave and get together?’- @andywicked

Characters/pairings: Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader, Betty x Jughead, Archie x Veronica

Warnings: Dark/Mean Betty (although I’m tempted to write what happens in Pop’s after they leave to show where she was coming from), kissing.

Word Count: 1883

Notes: This was great practice for my upcoming fiction The Serpent or Me so thank you for such a fab request! I had a lot of fun with it.

Masterlist.

Originally posted by kylogue

‘Do you really think this is a good idea Jug?’ I’d never felt so out of place. I peered into the window of Pop’s Diner, it was straight out of the 50s. Not a place I’d expect Jughead to frequent. My leather jacket stuck out like a sore thumb as Jughead practically dragged me in. An old man behind the counter, the famous Pop I presumed, greeted Jughead instantly.

‘Usual order Jughead?’

‘Make it for two tonight Pop.’ He nodded back to me, I gave a little wave. He didn’t seem phased by our Southside appearance unlike the rest of the diner. I could feel daggers on me from every angle as we walked over to a booth. Jughead acted coolly, barely taking in all the passing glances. I drummed on the table anxiously.

‘Y/n, you need to calm down.’ He said, grabbing my hands to set them still on the table.

‘Sorry but I can already hear everyone gossiping in here, who’s to say your friends aren’t gonna do the same?’ I had to be honest with Jug, he was a serpent now and there were no secrets between the serpents. Well maybe one.

‘They’re different, they know I’m a serpent now and they know why I chose this path. If they have a problem, they’ve definitely kept it to themselves. They know the serpents are the only family I’ve got now.’ I twitched at the word ‘family’. You weren’t meant to have romantic feelings for your ‘family’.

The bell of the door rang and in walked Jughead’s other gang. A broad shouldered redhead came first, he wore a blazing letterman jacket and had his arm around a black haired girl, her dress looked expensive and she was even wearing heels. That would be Archie and Veronica, Riverdale’s latest sweethearts, I remembered Jughead mention. Behind them, came the beautiful blonde. Her hair was in her signature high ponytail, her face beaming as she got closer to us. She wore a white summer dress and a pastel yellow cardigan on top. While that outfit would usually make me gag, she made it look flawless. If this is what I was up against, I was screwed.

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Jamie - Names (Drabble Series)

Bucky | Barnes | Buck | Sarge | Jamie | Soldat | Love | James | Epilogue

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.

WC: 1550

A/N: Tags are now closed! This chapter is my favorite. If I were Bucky’s girl, I’d totally just call him Jamie all the time. I’m so blown away by the positive response to this series. I posted another series here earlier this summer and I think it got 45 notes at most on a chapter. Thank you so much guys!

Jamie was a name she used in two instances: when she was drunk and when she wanted something. It always amused him and he found it cute, wishing she would use it more often.

“Hey Jamie, what do you think of repainting the dining room?” (She was both for this one.)

“I know we never officially talked about getting a cat, but Jamie he’s so cute. You’ll love him I promise!”

It was the night of another rager of a Stark Party, a few weeks after Steve dragged everyone out to the compound. They were celebrating the end of a very successful mission that had taken months to plan and execute, not that Tony ever needed an excuse to throw a party.

She was drunk, relieving the stress of the past few weeks with one too many martinis.

“Jamie! Jaaaaaamieeeeee!” she sang out.

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The Nanny Part 3

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient. This part is pretty much getting to know Bucky a bit more and see into how they are going to work together. Shout out to @whothehellisbella for some helps

Warnings: none

Word count: 1572 words

Summary: When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny

The Nanny MasterList


Laughing Bucky shook his head before walking over to the two of you and taking Emily into his arms. “Of course she can.” He said, glancing over at you and threw you a subtle wink.

Smiling to yourself you look up to see the man, who you assumed was Clint and gave him a small wave.

He smiled back at you before looking at his phone and looked back at the three of you. “Well I would love to stay at chat but I gotta go to work. See you guys later.” He said giving you all a small wave before he ran out the door.

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Queer Eye for the “Straight” Guy

FINALLY, six months after I was commissioned, this thing is done.

I’m truly sorry to my donation winner, Cindy. Lord knows you never asked to put up with my procrastinating ass.

But I’m truly happy with how this turned out! And I hope you, Cindy, and the rest of y'all are too! This work is a part of the Fandom Trumps Hate auction. Check out some other cool works and support these charities this movement helps!

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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.

The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.

Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.

“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”

Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.

The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”

He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.

“Hi, and welcome to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy : celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”

Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.

So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.

Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…

“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”

“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”

Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.

This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.

“A necessary evil “his agent had called it. “ How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”

Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…

Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.

He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.

Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”

Castiel turned his glower on Dean.

He winked. “Yes, you’re very scary. Let’s go.”

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Mean - Part 1 [Harrison Osterfield series]

A/N PART ONE IS FINALLY UP!! Honestly this part isn’t that all great… a lot of drama, but i hope you like it!! If you have any suggestions for the series do sumbit them :)) i will credit you don’t worry

Summary: You and Harrison share the same group of friends, but somehow you can’t stand each other. All of your friends wonder how long it’ll take for you two to get along, or maybe even fall in love.

Word Count: 1, 230

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader, ft Tom Holland and friends

Warnings: Curse words? Angst? Asshole!Osterfield

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Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 



Two years ago

“Come on. Truth or dare!” Tom exclaimed as he plopped down in the beanbag.

“Yea! What is a sleepover without truth or dare?” Megan chimed as she huddled in her blankets.

You rolled your eyes. You were having a sleepover with your clique at Tom’s house. Tom, Megan and Harrison. Ugh Harrison. You clambered onto the pile of blankets and you sat between Megan and Tom.

“Megan! You start.” Harrison suggested. She picked truth.

“Would you rather date Harry or Sam?” Tom smirked. He knew that Megan had a crush on one of the twins, he just didn’t know which one.

“Sam.” She said quietly, with her head bowed down a little.

“I KNEW IT!” Tom shouted, startling Tessa who was beside him.

“Jesus Christ! He’ll hear you Holland. So shut it.”

Rounds passed, you were starting to lose interest in the game, until it was your turn again. You picked dare.

“I dare you, to tell your sister that we’re dating.” Harrison smirked. You rolled your eyes. How could he do such a thing? You threw off the blankets that were on your lap and you stormed to the yard. You were fuming.

“Such a lil prick.” You muttered as you whipped out your phone. You were planning to text your mum that you’ll be heading home from the sleepover in a few minutes.

You cursed as you realised it was freezing outside. All you were wearing was a hoodie and pjamas. You couldn’t go in. You didn’t want to face cocky Harrison. You hugged your hoodie and sat down in a chair. You took deep breaths, enjoying the peace of a cool night.

“God Harrison? How could you say that?” You heard Megan’s voice.

“What’s going on?” Tom raised his voice a little.

You couldn’t hear anything else. You gave up straining your ears and you tried to make yourself comfortable in a terribly uncomfortable chair.

“Hey…” Tom said as he stepped out into the yard. You gave him a small smile.

“I figured that you’d be cold…” He draped a blanket over you. You nodded your head, signalling a ‘thank you’ to him.

“What happened?” He started. “Sorry, I’m just not really up to date with the fued between you and Haz.” He rubbed his hands together for warmth.

“He cheated.”

“On you?” Tom looked surprised. “I thought you guys didn’t date… he was dating…”

“My sister. And he cheated on her.” You stated. “It broke my sister so badly. She was so hurt because of him.”

You were at Harrison’s birthday party. You wanted to give him his birthday present and some well wishes. You were praying that he would like the batman figurine.

You stepped into the kitchen. You froze. There he was. Pressing his lips against a blonde’s. Your sister was not a blonde. She definitely did not get her hair dyed.

“Harrison.” You said sternly.

You were fuming. How could he cheat on your sister? You didn’t manage to get his attention, so you threw the wrapped gift at him. He pulled away from the blonde, staring at you as if you were interrupting a good time.

“Harrison osterfield!” You yelled.

“Y/N!” He smiled, as if he didn’t do anything wrong.

“How could you do this?” You pressed a finger into his chest. “How could you, of all people, cheat on MY sister?” You furrowed your brows as you shoved him again. By then the blonde had realised the situation and excused herself.

“Please Y/N. It was just a kiss. It’s nothing.” He smirked and looked down at you. You wanted to yell at him. How could he do such a thing to your baby sister?

“Here you go fucktard. Hope you enjoy your birthday with a dumb blonde.” You picked up the gift and shoved it in his face. You walked out of the kitchen, fuming. You were leaving to comfort your sister.

“By the way! She’s not dumb. She’s actually the top in her class!” He hollered at you as you walked out. You could practically hear him smirk.

Your sister was torn after finding out that Harrison had cheated on her. She spent weeks cooped up in her room crying. She was so heartbroken and you spent so much time and effort to pick up her broken pieces. You were angry to see your sister so beat up over a boy. Over Harrison Osterfield.

“But what he did was to her… not to you… There must be more than that right?” Tom said

“Of course there is. He’s cocky, he’s an asshole, he’s a playboy and pretentious prick!” You exclaimed.

“Right… but you know, he really really li-” Tom was cut off by the sound of the door opening.

“I’m sorry Y/N…” Harrison started. “I really am. Here’s some hot chocolate… I figured you might be freezing.” He said as he set down a mug on the table.

“It’s fine. Whatever.” You rolled your eyes.

“I really am sorry Y/N.” He said, his blue eyes seem to plead with you, begging you for forgiveness.

“Yea yea whatever.” You said. “Let’s get back to our sleepover shall we?”



Three weeks later

Your fued with Harrison had died down a little. You weren’t exactly arguing like you used to all the time, but you were just not talking to each other, well, you weren’t talking to him.

“Hey Y/N! Could you help me get something from the props room? I need a waste paper basket and a lamp.” Tom said, not looking up from the script he’s reading.

You headed to the props room at the end of the classroom. You swung it open. You felt a liquid running on your scalp. You frowned. Then, a gush of liquid splashed on your head. It was pink paint.

“Thomas Stanely Holland!” You yelled in frustration.

“Yes Y/N? Whats go- oh…” Tom saw your pink state and doubled over in laughter.

“Can’t believe you did this Holland!” You berated.

“I… I swear, I didn’t!” He said between laughs. Gosh you were fuming. If it wasn’t Tom…

“HARRISON OSTERFIELD.” You yelled. You heard him snicker. “God you are such an asshole!” You stomped up to him and shoved him.

“Sorry Y/N… too embarrassed? I mean you’ve turned pink!” Harrison joked.

“I have an audition in 5 minutes. You tell me. Will I embarrassed to turn up pink? I think yes ASSHOLE.” You shoved him another time. This audition was supposed to be your big break. You were thrilled to finally have a chance to act in a movie, and stupid Harrison Osterfield had to screw it up.

“Geez. Don’t you have extra clothes or something?” He hissed and rolled his eyes. You shook your head.

“What an unprofessional.” You heard him mutter under his breath. Thats when you lost it.

“Don’t ever say that I am an unprofessional. Look who’s talking? Mr I’ve-never-been-offered-a-single-audition?” You slapped him hard across the cheek. You didn’t care if you were going to get in trouble. “At least I got offer an audition. At least I have a chance. At least I’m trying. I’m trying hard than you! You don’t even deserve to be here.” You spat.

“You know… that’s why you don’t belong here. You need to work hard to get into an arts school? Work hard to get an audition? Pathetic.” He glowered at you.

You stormed out of the classroom, hot tears spilling out of your eyes. You were enraged and hurt by his words. How could he say such a thing? How could a human being be so disgusting?


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JugBug || Jughead J.

Word Count: 2266

Warnings: None:)

A/N: Riverdale is my newest obsession and obviously my favorite character is Jughead Jones. I’ve never read the comics but I’ve seen that there he is asexual, however, I’m pretty sure the show is changing him (AKA Bughead) and that’s how I want to write him. I’m sorry if that offends you, but come on, who doesn’t want a little fluff/smut from the mysterious closed-off hottie in the gray beanie? Also, I wrote this at 2 AM when I couldn’t sleep so if it is complete trash, let me know. I value you all comments unless it involves hate. :) 

Sidenote: Thank you to all of the people that followed me after Holy Trench Coat! I love you all so much and you are the best!

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           It was Friday, the typical day that you rejoiced all your happiness because the week was finally over. You didn’t have to go to school, and you could sleep for as long as your mother allowed you to before she decides she needs to vacuum the house and wake you up.

           Normally, on Fridays, You would have a fantastic breakfast of waffles and bacon at Pop’s with a certain raven-haired boy as he typed and you drew, before you headed out to a prison that forced learning upon you. After you would serve your eight-hour sentence, you and sometimes Juggie, if he hadn’t already walked there, headed to Pop’s. Yes, you do interact with people on the way. It is a fair few and normally short conversations as your sarcastic humor is just not appreciated as much as it should be. 

           However, today is different. Your alarm casually didn’t go off and you were rudely awakened by a loud fist slamming into your door. Ever since you realized that your door had a lock on it, you made sure to use it and last night was no different. It definitely helped when your mother decided you didn’t need to sleep anymore.You thought you had fooled her but you were wrong and that was when she began to use the vacuum as punishment and to this day you can’t stand to look at that Dyson Dirt Devil. It even has devil in the name!

           Groaning, you stuck a pillow over your head trying to drown out the banging. After what felt like an hour, but was possibly only five minutes the knocking went away. A soft sigh left your lips as you snuggled deeper into your covers waiting for sleep to overtake you once more.

           However, you were sadly mistaken. The intruder did not go away and just as you were perfectly comfortable, your blanket was snatched off your body and the cold air from the AC unit blew goosebumps on your skin. Your eyes immediately sprung open and you sat up.

           The raven-haired boy didn’t even say anything, but as soon as you stood up his smug expression changed. You watched the smirk drop from his thin light pink lips and his brows furrow.

           “What the hell Juggie? How did you even get in?” Your eyes watched as his hand lifted to show the key that you had given him at the beginning of summer.

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betsforsythetrash  asked:

Girl I need a pole dancing fic asap 💕💕💕

Hmm, I wonder why I suddenly got so many requests for this fic (this isn’t even all of them jeez). Y’all are sinners. Also I’m not sure if I liked how this one turned out, it’s all a bit she did this he did that, but whatever. I hope you enjoy anyway!
Warning: there is sin ahead, honestly blame the buggies. 


“Cheryl, what the hell?” Veronica exclaimed, casting her gaze around the room with a raised eyebrow. The head bitch herself had rallied the Vixens for an emergency practice, surprising them all by turning on her heel and marching into the smaller weights room off the side of the gym. Everything had been cleared out, all equipment long gone, replaced only by an array of shiny silver poles stretching from floor to ceiling.

“I’ve been doing my research and it appears that this is the best way to turn your abs to fabs in time for the end of season pep rally,” Cheryl stated, gesturing matter-of-factly around her. Betty gulped.

“Pole dancing?” she asked, voice shaking with the rising of her nerves, brows pinching together in concern.

“Pole fitness,” Cheryl clarified, striding over to a pile of booty shorts, even shorter than their regular required uniform (and significantly tighter, Betty noted), with matching sports bras. “Suit up, my River Vixens. You’ve got a lot to learn in the way of sex appeal.”

“V, I don’t think I can…” Betty mumbled in panic, eye darting between the poles and the tiny garments resting atop her open palm. Her other hand gripped at Veronica’s arm, itching to curl into itself. Veronica glanced down at it before meeting Betty’s wide stare.

“B, it’s okay!” she reassured, bringing her hands up to rest on Betty’s shoulders as she tilted her mouth in a comforting smile. “We’re only at practice, it’s just like exercise,” she reasoned. Betty’s heart rate didn’t slow any. Veronica sighed, eyes running over the room as she tried to find the right words. “Okay, think of it this way. This is an aid to becoming stronger, right? Mind and body. It’s gonna make you feel confident and powerful. So think of something that already gets you halfway there.” Mischief glinted in her dark irises. “Maybe… when you’re with a certain dark-haired, brooding, Byron wannabe? I bet you know a few ways to help him raise the flag-”

“Veronica!” Betty screeched, tilting her head to watch the open door, cheeks flushing scarlet as she pulled her hand back from the other girl’s arm like she’d been burned. Veronica grinned devilishly, shrugging her delicate shoulders.

“I’m just saying, Betty. Channel some of that ‘in the moment’ confidence.” Her eyes softened. “It’ll help,” she threw over her shoulder as she turned to go and change. Betty took a breath, releasing the tension from her back as she stretched out her fingers. She could do this.

***

Betty stumbled into the girl’s locker room, muscles she didn’t even know she had aching, red bruises forming between her thighs. Pole, she had quickly learned, was exhausting. Add to that a commanding Cheryl Blossom, on the warpath for perfectly arched backs and streamlined drops, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk for a week.

But Veronica had been right. It did make her feel powerful, in control, even - dare she say it - sexy. It allowed her the kind of freedom she craved when she just let go, without any of the darkness clouded the edges of her vision, pulling her into an unreachable abyss. Betty bit her lip against her smile as she opened her gym locker - she could definitely get used to this feeling. Gripping the cool metal between her fingers, her thighs, back arching as she swung gracefully.

“Want me to wait for you, B?” Veronica asked, coming up behind her. Betty startled at her close voice, ponytail whipping sharply behind her, the dark-haired girl ducking out of the way.

“Wha- Oh, no. I’m supposed to be meeting Jughead to work on the Blue and Gold,” she smiled. Veronica smirked.

“Whatever you say. Enjoy your work,” she said suggestively, flitting out of the locker room with one last coy glance at Betty’s mortified expression. She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head at her friend’s antics as she pulled her clothes out.

The surrounding din quietened down as the last of the Vixens left for the night, leaving Betty alone. She glanced round cautiously, checking there were no prying eyes still, before slipping back into the gym. She couldn’t help herself; she just wanted to lose herself in the sensation for a little bit longer. She stepped gingerly towards the centre pole, clasping it with damp palms. She hooked her right knee around the object, like she’d been taught a few hours before, and pushed her weight off her left foot, propelling herself round.

She caught glimpses of herself in the mirror lining one wall. It didn’t feel like her own reflection staring back at her. She didn’t see pink sweaters and slicked back hair. She saw lean lines, strong muscles, elegant curves. There was a way about her features, her narrowed eyes, her mouth set with firm confidence, that made her blood buzz as she continued to move. She dipped her body, leg coming up in a sharp angle as she let her eyes drift closed for a moment.

“Betty?” Her eyes flew open at the low voice coming from her right. She straightened herself quickly, fingers clutching at the pole as she took in Jughead’s form standing in the doorway. Her cheeks burned.

“Juggie…” she breathed, unable to meet his eyes. “H-how long have you been standing there?” His own cheekbones were already dusted an adorable pink, blue eyes wide. He swallowed around the thickness in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing distinctly.

“Um, not that long, really. Just a while… a f-few minutes, maybe,” he stammered, ashamed of how long he’d stood silently, knowing she hadn’t seen him, while she danced.

He was entranced the moment he’d opened the door. He’d gotten worried, Betty was never usually this late to their meetings, and ventured out find her. He’d heard the music coming from the weights room and curiously pushed open to the door only to find her, twisting her body sensually to the beat now pounding in his ears. Jughead had frozen in place, boots rooted to the spot, unable to look away - not wanting to - even though he knew he was spying. She’d just looked so beautiful he couldn’t help it. His fingers itched with the desire to touch her, a pool of warmth flooding his lower belly and sending sparks southwards. His heart thudded, so loud he was surprised she couldn’t hear it, air getting too hot against his skin.

She appraised him with her usual, wide eyes, snapping back instantly into the Betty he was familiar with. She chewed on her lower lip, fingers playing idly with the elastic on her shorts. She could see the way his pupils had blown wide with lust, with want for her, as he’d been watching. His breath was coming a degree faster than normal, the way it did whenever she’d run her fingers down his chest, her teeth across his collarbone. She was turning him on just by the way she was moving, across the room entirely. The thought simmered beneath her skin, sending a delicious warmth to the apex of her thighs.

Before Betty could stop herself she was moving to grab one of the chairs stacked against the wall, placing it a few feet away from the pole she was previously using. She grabbed Jughead’s hand, his palm reassuring in hers, and dragged him over, pushing on his shoulders to get him to sit. He gazed up at her questioningly, eyebrows knit in confusion. She simply smiled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his soft cheek.

“Just watch,” she murmured against his heated skin. He nodded, dumbfound, not quite sure what he was agreeing to but knowing he didn’t want to say no. In the moment confidence, Veronica had said. The fluttering nervousness in her chest was blooming into something new, a need to have Jughead’s eager eyes on her as she danced, wanting him to see her whilst she reached this new high.

Betty took a breath, feeling the beat vibrating up through her legs. Her hand came up to her ponytail, pulling the band out and tossing it away, letting her honey waves free around her shoulders. Jughead shifted in her peripheries, hands coming to rest on his knees, waiting for the performance to begin.

She walked round the pole, each step measured and calculated, one hand running delicately over the metal. Every so often she chanced a glance at Jughead from beneath her lashes, finding his eyes glued to her frame. This dance wasn’t like the others from practice. Betty swung her hips back and forth, sweeping her hair over her shoulders with a flick of her head, adding a whole new layer of sensuality to her steps. She spun, enjoying the slight breeze across her warm skin that the movement caused, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she arched her neck. Jughead cleared his throat shuffling in his chair as his fingers clutched aimlessly at the denim covering his knees. It was so apparent what she was doing to him, his tongue coming out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

Betty turned to face him, hands clasped above her head as she slowly started to slide her back down the pole, never once taking her darkened eyes from his. She reached the ground, a surge of confidence igniting a fire throughout her body as she caught sight of the prominent bulge between his shifting thighs, parting her knees and spreading her legs in a move that definitely wasn’t a part of Cheryl’s earlier routine.

“Betts…” Her name fell, slightly strangled, from his parted lips. She stood slowly, stalking towards him with a glint in her eye, like a predator seeking its prey. Her hands braced themselves on his shoulders as she swung her leg over his thighs, settling down over his lap. There was a delicious ache forming between her overworked thighs as she fought to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Jughead’s eyelids fluttered as they both let out perfectly synchronised moans at the long awaited pressure, but he was determined to take in every second of this moment, of Betty free of restriction before him. She grasped his wrists, placing his desperate hands on the small of her waist. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, voice hoarse. She giggled, the sound causing his own lips to lift in a smile.

“I think I do,” she muttered, circling her hips purposefully. Jughead groaned, bucking up involuntarily at the sensation. Betty paused, lifting her weight slightly from him. “You have to stay still. This is my show,” she teased, raising a challenging eyebrow. He nodded, not trusting his voice. She dropped herself down again, continuing the torturous roll of her hips, arms locked around his neck.

She swayed gently, her scent completely overwhelming Jughead’s senses. Her firm breasts were at his eye level, heaving slightly before his face. Blue eyes followed the bead of sweat, from her earlier exertion, that rolled down her collarbone and disappeared into the valley of her cleavage, wanting to chase it with his tongue. His fingers crept up her side, cupping the underside of her breast gently. All movement ceased as she threw him a threatening look, shivers rolling down Jughead’s spine, pushing the wandering hand firmly back to her waist. Betty moved her lips to his ear, warm breath making him shudder.

“Having trouble following the rules, Jug?” she whispered, unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face as she felt his fingers flex against her skin, head tilting to allow her more access to his neck. A low groan caught in his chest as she gave a pointed swivel of her hips. He blew out an uneven breath as she trailed her lips down his flushed skin, movements unrelenting now, mouth resting over his pounding pulse point. She latched her lips over the spot and sucked, small mewl vibrating against him as she felt the responding twitch in his pants directly beneath her sensitive core.

Betty pulled back, satisfied with the purple bruise she’d left amongst the fading others already littered across his pale skin. She knew that the uncontrolled grip he had against her delicate flesh would leave lingering fingerprints for her to run her hands over affectionately later, remembering the effect she had on him.

Jughead’s breathing hitched as she dropped her forehead to his, their breaths mixing, panting into each other, as she lay her open mouth over his. Her movements were speeding up, the coil in the pit of Jughead’s stomach tightening as his vision started to blur. Betty bent closer, catching Jughead’s chapped lower lip between her teeth and pulling gently.

It didn’t take much more, every last nerve Jughead had now frayed and oversensitive because of the woman in his lap, heat of her core radiating through his pants. With one last twist of her hips he couldn’t hold back any longer, loud groan tearing itself from his chest, hips bucking upwards, stuttering, as he came, pulsing beneath her.

Betty slowed her movements, revelling in the way he twitched and grunted beneath her as she coaxed him through his release, overly stimulated and exhausted. He finally opened his eyes, fingers coming to cup her cheek, looking up at her in awe. He pulled her down, placing a sweet, gentle kiss to her bitten lips.

“I never knew I could like gym so much,” he joked against her lips, Betty dropping her head to the crook of his neck with an exuberant laugh.

“Or that you’d have a reason to thank Cheryl Blossom,” she murmured with an amused smile, tucking herself closer into his embrace.

Lucida

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 5,130

Warnings: Angst, character death, depressing thoughts

A/N: Okay, this is my first piece of writing I’ve ever published. I’m not pretending to be amazing at writing so if you read it and you can think of anything I need to improve on, please tell me, I’d appreciate the feedback. I also need to say a massive thank you to @imlikepadfoot for giving me the little boost of encouragement I needed to post this. The title, Lucida, means the brightest star in a constellation, but it was a quick translation so it might be wrong. Anyway… hope you like it! :)

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Most of your time in Hogwarts was spent in the Astronomy Tower, looking at the stars. Despite already being surrounded by it, there was just something so much more magical about them than anything else that left you in awe. The idea that, you were a tiny detail in the never-ending wonder that was space. For you, that’s what the stars represented. Forever. Too many of them littered against the night sky, it would take a forever to count them all. Only a few people knew you came up here so often, and Sirius Black was one of them. Sirius Black, your best friend, who you had loved since your third year. Yet every week, he was kissing a new pair of lips. You had told yourself that he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, because you hadn’t told him you had loved him, but it didn’t make the pain any better. Although, on nights like these, when the full moon shone bright, white light and the stars were most visible, you laid on the floor, the cold breeze causing you to shiver. Complete silence but for your breathing surrounded you and you were reminded why you dealt with the pain; Sirius was out there now in his Animagi form, risking his life for his friend. Maybe, you’d just have to wait a little longer.


Early morning approached, and the cold winds became warmer. Unbeknown to you, Sirius had left the Shrieking Shack early, going to meet his best friend. The sun made the sky appear like it was aflame, the bright orange lighting the features of your peaceful face. Prodding you, Sirius tries to wake you up, though he has to do it a few times. Jolting, you spin around, looking for the cause of your disturbance. You shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Mornin’, Y/N/N.” Sirius chuckles. “Sleep well?”

“Oh yeah, just fab,” you glare at him but he only smiles. Your sarcasm was one of the main things he liked about you. You rub your eyes, attempting to wake yourself up more. The only thing Sirius notices is how cute you look when your face scrunches up and how your hair looks adorably wild that he has the urge to run his hands through it. So, he does. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the both of you. You would nearly always be up here, snoring softly, though you would never remember when you actually did fall asleep, and Sirius would join you, braiding your hair for you.  

“So, how’s Moony?” You ask after a while.  

“He’s okay. No new scars to report tonight.”  

“Good.”

When Sirius finishes plaiting your hair, he scoots over to you so you can both watch the sun rise together. Today however, there’s something more on both of your minds. You were both in your final year at Hogwarts, and with the N.E.W.T’s already completed, there wasn’t that much time left until you went home forever.

“We’ll stay together won’t we?” Sirius bursts out, breaking the silence. “I mean, you’ll visit everyday?”

“Of course, Pads.”  


‘Y/N,

Me and James are having a little party to celebrate Harry’s first Christmas. It starts at 5 and only a few people will be there. I know Pete, Remus, Marlene, Frank and Alice are definitely coming. Even Sirius will be there. We’d love it if you could come, it feels like we haven’t actually seen you in ages, what with all the stuff in the Order you’re doing. Let us know, anyway.  

Lots of Love,

Lily.’

You skim over the letter again, eyes lingering over ’Even Sirius will be there.’ Though you had never told Lily about your feelings towards Sirius, she managed to figure it out for herself. Unsurprising, really. Lily Potter was the cleverest witch you knew. When she told you on your last journey home on the Hogwarts Express, you became instantly anxious because, what if he found out? But she promised you that she wouldn’t tell anyone, not even James.

Now, you were debating on whether or not to go. Overall, the fact that you had been really busy with the Order recently, influenced your decision. You could do with a little break and you also felt bad for not keeping your promise to Sirius about visiting everyday. Shuffling over to your desk, you grab a piece of parchment and a quill.  

‘Lily,  

I would love to come. It’ll be nice to see you all again.

Love,

Y/N.’


Christmas Day finally arrived, and you were just finishing getting ready to apparate to the Potter’s household. You were wearing a dark red, knee length dress with natural makeup. Grabbing the presents you bought for everyone off the side, you close your eyes and picture their house. A sudden rushing feeling crashes over you and suddenly, you’re standing in front of the door to their house. You knock three times, and Lily opens the door, wrapping you in a tight hug once she sees your face smiling up at her.  

She doesn’t let go for a while, and when you try to escape her arms, she only holds on tighter. “Hiya to you too, Lils,” you giggle.

“Well aren’t you coming in?” Finally letting you go. “Unless of course, you want to stay outside in the snow?”  

Rolling your eyes at her, you step inside and close the door behind you, following Lily to the living room. Sat on the sofa, was James, laughing at a black dog, as Harry tried to grab its tail. You begin to join in the laughter, and the dog’s ears lift up. A second later, the dog transforms into Sirius, who has a mischievous smirk etched onto his face.  

“Why, hello. James, who’s this stranger?” He jokes.

“Sirius,” you laugh, “stop it! I haven’t seen you in weeks and you act as though you don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Sirius hesitates for a moment, pretending to think about who you were, before he grinned widely. “Y/N!” He shouts, lifting you up and twirling you round.  

“Woah, Sirius,” you exclaimed, playfully slapping his back. “Put me down!”

Reluctantly, Sirius lowers you down until your feet are firmly flat on the ground. However, as soon as you are, you go back for another hug, this time your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. “Missed you, Pads.”

Sirius smiles, but continues to play around with you. “I know…I missed me too.”

You instantly let go of him. “Sirius, you absolute git!”

Sirius and James break into laughter, and then there’s a knock on the door. Lily, and Marlene went upstairs to get the presents, Frank and Alice were in the kitchen preparing the food and James and Sirius were too busy having a laughing fit, so you were left to get the door.  

When you open it, Remus and Peter are stood there; Peter in a coat too big for him and Remus in his usually fluffy jumper. Smiling, you open the door wider and let them in. Peter smiles at you, but Remus goes to hug you. Remus and you were like brother and sister. At the end of the first year in Hogwarts, you had discovered his secret and had given hints to the other Marauders, knowing they wouldn’t abandon their friend. As you predicted, James, Sirius and Peter found a way to help his transformations; turning into Animagi. Remus, however, still needed someone to talk to, a job you happily accepted.

When you let go of each other, you both returned to the room where everyone was now talking and laughing, the Christmas spirit obviously high. You took a seat next to Sirius, watching as Harry opened his presents from all of you. James, you and Sirius were the only one’s drinking, and as the night went on, your proximity to Sirius only became closer.  

Everyone began to leave at around 11, Lily politely mentioning that Harry needed to sleep. You, however, stayed to help Sirius clean up.  

“No star gazing tonight then, Y/N?” Sirius asked.

Unable to stop yourself from smiling, you look up at him. “Of course. When do I not?”

His mouth opens and closes, as if he’s lingering on unspoken words, but he just shrugs and goes back to picking the wrapping paper off the floor.  

Sirius uttered his next words so quietly, that if even one person spoke, you wouldn’t have heard him. “Mind if I join you this time?”  

His eyes are already locked on yours, and butterflies erupt from your stomach. “Sure.” Perhaps it was just the drink talking, or maybe you would’ve accepted his offer anyway.

Taking Sirius by the hand, you dragged him to the back garden. Once you’ve summoned blankets to lay on, you tell Sirius to lay down. Not allowing the nerves to get the better of you, you lay next to him, head resting on his outstretched arm.

This felt so right to both you. You could hardly calm your rapidly beating heart, though he began talking to you about the stars, so you knew he mustn’t’ve noticed.

His head turns to face you, your hair tickling the side of his face. “See that one there?” He asks, pointing upwards towards a star.  

Following the direction in which he was pointing, you see a star, outshining all the others. You became quite confused as to how you’d never seen it before.

“That’s Sirius,” he noted.

Your attention turns back to Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, and you smile, snuggling in closer to the real Sirius.

Hours and hours, you both stayed like that, until you eventually fell asleep. When you woke up, you woke up alone. You were glad you hadn’t told him how you felt last night, as he obviously didn’t return the feelings. Still, you would fondly remember the previous night for the rest of your life.

It would be one of the only good nights you had in a long time.  


How? How could he have done such a terrible thing? Your best friend, seemingly loyal to a fault, had betrayed James and Lily. Your best friend, who cried when he ran away from home and was so full of love and kindness, had joined the Death Eaters. You didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was there. A picture of him from his cell in Azkaban flashed across the newspaper. His appearance was scruffy, and he looked completely deranged. If you looked long enough, you could almost hear his maniacal laughter leaving his lips. Again, you found yourself grateful that you had not told him your feelings towards him. You were sure now that he only would’ve used it to his advantage, manipulating you for information. Throwing the newspaper away into the fire, you sit down in your old armchair. You refused to remember him like that. No. To you, Sirius would always be your sarcastic, smirking best friend, and you would not know him any other way.

Hatred for the man you thought you knew spurred inside you. Four of your friends had been lost in one night. Three of them were dead, their blood on his hands. And the fourth was Sirius himself. Alive still, but not the same.  

You apparate to Godrics Hollow, and enchant a sign so people could write on it. You didn’t leave a message. There would be too many words and it would take up the entire sign. Instead, you went to the front door and left a single white lily. You don’t return to the Potter’s home after that.


12 years had passed agonisingly slowly, and you had not looked at the stars since that awful Halloween night. In fact, you rarely left the house at all. Remus was the only company you got now, though it wasn’t really much, he was suffering from the loss of all of his friends just as much as you were. Silences and sorrow was the only thing you could give one another, but it was enough. Only yesterday did he tell you that Albus Dumbledore had come to find him, offering him the place of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Happy that Remus finally had something he could look forward too, you encouraged him to take the job, with the condition that he’d write to you about Harry, and if Hogwarts had changed at all. And like that, Remus was gone, leaving you alone in the world once more.


Innocent. All this time you thought he had good as murdered three of your best friends and it turns out it’s Peter, who you mourned over for 12 years. You were ashamed. Ashamed that you had not trusted your best friend, as he would’ve done for you. Why would he ever forgive you, when you had left him in a cell to rot, alone with grief? How would you ever be deserving of the man who had been wrongly accused of a crime he didn’t commit. The answer was never. Never would you deserve Sirius Black.  But, you had to see him to apologise, consequences be damned.

Refusing to believe Sirius had returned to his old home, you checked all the places you could think of. But, Sirius had gone into hiding, and he had left no trace of him behind. As a last resort you tracked down Remus, who you heard had returned to his apartment.

When you get there, you knock on the door and it’s not two seconds before Remus lets you in. He must have been expecting you to visit.

“I don’t know where he’s gone, Y/N.”

You sigh. You should’ve expected as much. “Well, if you do hear from him you’ll let me know, won’t you?”

“You’ll be the first to know.”

With that, you leave Remus’ apartment and return to your own home, anxiously waiting for any news of Sirius Black.


He was always reckless. Being locked up in his old family home, which he detested, only made it worse. Throwing himself at every dangerous mission the Order offered, only to become more agitated when everyone denied it him. Unfortunately, with Lord Voldemort returning to power, you rarely had time to even see Sirius, and when you did it was to discuss tactics for the Order. During the meetings, when anything about Azkaban was mentioned, sometimes you swore you could see his face turn as white as a ghost, terror struck and eyes glazed over. Dazed, he often tried to play it off, but you were watching, and you knew. He was remembering his time there. 'I’m out now, Y/N, I don’t worry about it anymore.’ Obviously, you had seen right through his lie, having known him for so long. But if that’s what he needed to tell himself to help him get through whatever he was dealing with, you would gladly go along with it.  

Arthur, Molly and Lupin had joined you and Sirius at 12 Grimmauld Place after Christmas for tea. You were in the kitchen, in charge of preparing the food whilst everyone else was sat at the table, talking about Harry. Aside from getting visitors, hearing about his godson was one of the few things that genuinely made Sirius smile. He loved hearing tales of the boy, especially from Lupin. About how Lupin woke up on the train and thought he was James. Listening to how excellent he was in Defense Against the Dark Arts and how he always stuck up for his friends. Of course, Sirius had quickly found out just how much Harry was like James already, from his Quidditch ability to his apparent attraction to trouble. But Sirius was a convicted murderer, meaning he could never walk into Hogwarts and see it for himself. So, he always enjoyed learning about the stuff he could never find out for himself. Another reason you loved Sirius: his love for his family (his true family, not his prejudiced mother), was admirable.  

After everyone had finished their food, Arthur and Molly left, leaving only you, Sirius and Lupin. It reminded you of your time back in Hogwarts, when you and Lupin were in the library studying, only for Sirius to come up to you and inevitably drag you along to play some prank on Snape or Filch. Reminiscing the memories, you sat for an hour, laughing and drinking like your lives were normal again.  

Eventually, Lupin got up. “I’m er- I’m going to go clean up. I’ll come back soon.”

The two of you sat quietly for a while before you got an idea. When you rose from the sofa, Sirius gave you a questioning look. Darting your eyes to Sirius then to the door, you step outside and wait for him, knowing he got your message. Sure enough, two minutes later, you feel his presence. When you look back at him, your breath hitches. He’s stood with his legs crossed, and his elbow leaning on the door frame, almost carefree. For the first time in a long time, he looked like the Sirius you knew before. Shaking your head, you grab his hand and pull him forward.

“Lay down,” you whisper.  

Following your request, he lowers himself onto the ground, with you joining him.

“See that one there?” You say, pointing upwards towards the star, exactly as he had done before. Repeating it all made the memory seem real again, despite knowing every last detail of the already. “That’s Sirius.”  

He chuckles quietly, a look of awe etched upon his face. But he wasn’t looking at the star… he was looking at you. The one who had comforted him, and felt guilty for leaving him. The one who knew what to do when he broke down, just like you were doing now. His heart sank every time he thought about it because you deserved someone better than him, someone who wasn’t damaged on the inside and out.

Oblivious to Sirius’ piercing gaze, your attention stayed on the glittering night sky, only now aware of how much you had missed them. This was the most relaxed you had been in a long time, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you belonged here, in Sirius’s arms. Almost as if you were returning home.

Your eyes to flick up to meet his. “You see, the thing about Sirius is, is that it never notices how it makes the rest of the sky light up and it never knows it’s the brightest star in the sky. It forever thinks he’s not worth as much as the rest of them, but he couldn’t be more wrong.”

“He?” Asks Sirius.  

First you think you’ve fucked up and you tell yourself that he’s not going to want to talk to you anymore. Seconds feel like hours as the silence drags on… and on, and on. Until finally- “I didn’t know stars had genders.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, you shoot him a playful glare. “Oh, shove off, Black.”

Everything was okay, his playful demeanor proof of that. “Seriousl- no!” He groaned, realising what he’d said.  "Don’t laugh, I mean it!“ Though Sirius had already joined in with your snickering. He buried his face in his hands. “Ugh, that joke is so old, Y/N.”

“Old but funny,” you retort.  

He glares at you. “Y/N, I was trying to be sincere.” Giving your best 'listening’ expression, you motion for him to continue. “Anyway… I was just saying that I… I really do appreciate everything you do for me and it makes me the happiest person alive to be able to have you in my life.” Sirius had wanted to say so much more but for some reason he held back, afraid of what you might say.

Blood rises to your cheeks, thankful that it was dark out so he couldn’t see your blush. “You’ve been my best friend for years, Pads, it’s what I’m supposed to do.” Would he ever know how desperately you wanted to be more than friends? If it weren’t for the fact that he was a convicted murderer, Sirius could have any girl he wanted. And if he wasn’t, why would he choose you?

That was the problem with falling in love with your best friend: he would never see you as anything more. You ignore the sinking feeling you get in your heart and try to enjoy your time with Sirius. You’d have to return to the Ministry before long.  

All too soon, the night was over, you and Lupin left, and Sirius was alone once more.


Numb. That was the only word that could explain how you felt. Anger and sadness coursed through your veins, unsure of your own emotions. Because Sirius could not be dead. You would deny it until he came back. He would. He would come back.  

Remus had not left your company since he found you. He wasn’t even sure you had noticed his presence. He had learnt how you felt about Sirius soon after he got put in Azkaban, and though he himself was shocked and deserted by his best friend again, he knew you were in a worse state than he was. Positioned in a way so that you were half kneeling, half laying, your body shook as you cried and screamed.  

Somehow, you both felt agonising pain, and nothing all at once. You wanted it to end. You wanted him to come back and wrap his warm arms around you, soothing you and telling you that he was right there. But he wasn’t. There were arms around you though. But they felt different, not unfamiliar but not the ones you needed either. In the distance, you heard a voice call your name. It sounded far away, too far for you to care. The arms around you lifted you up, but you didn’t even feel your feet leave the floor. Suddenly, a realisation dawned on you, and you wanted to curl up into yourself, to be undisturbed by anyone ever again. It was your fault Sirius was dead. If only you had ignored Kingsley’s order. You should’ve gone down to the fight, you would’ve been able to save him. It was your fault.

Remus had picked you up now, though you were still shaking uncontrollably. You were muttering inaudibly, but he managed to catch a few words and phrases. “S-Sirius…” You sobbed. “…’m sorry. My faul- Sirius, please. Come b-back.” It almost broke Remus to see you like this, he was scared you might do something stupid, as grieving people often did. He was scared he’d end up with no one. There was nowhere to go except headquarters, a place he knew would not be even slightly comforting to either of you.  

You realised too late that your surroundings had changed and that you were no longer in the Ministry. Panic swept over you; you thought you had been taken by a Death Eater that had managed to escape. Luckily, when you look over your shoulder to glimpse the person carrying you, you see Remus. However, you were worried. What if Sirius came back and you weren’t there to help him? You begin to protest against Remus, clawing and reaching for something to hold onto that could release you from his grip. All rationality had left your brain, you were so desperate to return to Sirius, wherever he was, you forgot you had a wand.  

“Rem,” you croaked, your voice sore from the shouting. “Remus, put me down! Sirius. He might- we have to go b-back.”

He ignored you.

“REMUS! Listen to me! He’s not dead. He’s… he’s not.”  

Again, Remus acted as though you hadn’t even opened your mouth. You’d had enough.  

“REMUS JOHN LUPIN! Your best friend is in trouble, he is not dead! Don’t you care?-”

Immediately, you were dropped to the ground, Remus was looking at you with more anger in his eyes than you had ever seen. “OF COURSE I CARE, Y/N! BUT HE’S DEAD! DEAD, AND THERE’S NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT!”

His chest is heaving, out of breath from shouting and releasing all of his anger and frustration. Frustration at the unfairness of the world, because why, why did it have to be the one person everyone cared about so much. You only must register the truth: Sirius wasn’t coming back. No matter if you returned to the Ministry or not. You both break down at the same time. Tears streaming down your face, you rush back to Remus’ side, hugging him so tightly so he couldn’t leave you.  

Your face is leaning on his shoulder, buried in his shabby coat, causing your cries to sound slightly muffled. “Moony, I- I’m so sorry. I cou- should’ve helped. It’s my fault he’s dead.”  

“No. It’s not, Y/N. It’s no ones. Not yours, not Harry’s. It’s Voldemort, Y/N. He’s caused all of this pain and loss, and there’s going to be so much more.”

Neither of you cared at that moment in time that you were in an open street, lit only by a far-off streetlamp, open for anyone to attack you. You just held on tighter to each other, scared that you’d lose the only connection to Sirius the both of you had left.  


Grimmauld Place echoed a lot. At least to you it did. Echoes of Sirius’ laughter and witty retorts. Echoes of the conversations the both of you shared. At first, you thought it was too much; to remember Sirius but not actually have him be there. Soon though, you began to seek the echoes. You were afraid you forget his bark-like laugh and what his voice sounded like when he had only just woken up. So, you had stayed shut up in Grimmauld Place since Lupin brought you here. Dumbledore came to tell you that Harry said he didn’t have an issue with it. He’d also told you that Sirius would be upset to see you like you were, but you didn’t really hear him.  

Needless to say, you hadn’t spoken to anyone since Remus brought you back here. When your feet finally decided to respond to your minds wishes, you went straight up to his room and hardly ever left his bed. Molly and Remus were the only people to come to you (Molly less often than Remus). It eerily reminded you of the time when Sirius was sent to Azkaban, and it was only Remus and you, left together to keep each other sane. Sometimes, you deluded yourself into thinking that is what had happened, and that soon, Sirius was going to burst through the door, declaring he’d escaped yet again. But no such thing ever happened, and you were forced back to the truth that the man you had loved for so long, was gone. That, was your biggest regret. You had never told him how you felt and even though you told yourself that you had reasons not to at the time, they all seemed insignificant now.  

Weeks went on like this. Molly eventually had to stop coming, too busy looking after her own kids, leaving only Remus to talk to you despite you never replying and bring you food which you hardly touched.  

With your resistance to do anything, you were certain that you were slowly going insane. Remus had just left, the door slamming shut. You decided to get up. There was nothing more that could hurt you, you had practically lost everything. Looking through Sirius’ belongings could not make your suffering any worse.  

How very wrong you were.  

You went through pictures, school books, records, clothes and objects from Hogwarts: magical and non-magical alike. There was a large Gryffindor banner which he had stolen from the common room after a party and a mobile with thestrals on, which you presumed used to hang over his crib when he was a baby. You did your best to return his room to a normal looking state (his room had become trashed when he left home, and he said he never had the effort to fix it).  

You understood why. Before the room even began to look tidy, it was already evening, and now you were organising everything, the moon had appeared and the stars were starting to appear.

Whilst you were making the bed, you lifted a pillow, from which an envelope lay underneath.  There was no name or address on the envelope, though it looked different from the rest of his possessions in the room. Everything else so far looked old, dusty or worn, whereas this… this looked new.  

Curious, you opened the letter and read it.

'Y/N Y/L/N,

I’m writing this on the night that we watched the stars together here. There was so much I wanted to say that night, Y/N. And you’re not here now, so this is so much easier to say but…

I love you. I have for a long time.

I really hope I actually gain the courage to give you this letter, but knowing me, it’ll probably just stay wherever I put it.  

You are the most amazing, kind, funny, accepting person I have ever met. And I’m lucky enough to have you as my best friend. But I’m selfish, Y/N. I want more with you but I know you deserve someone much better than me. That’s why I’ve never told you. But every day I see you, I come closer and closer to telling you, because no one else knows you like I do, Y/N/N. All your little quirks. I know not to even try talking to you when you’re reading your favourite book, I know you only have your hot chocolate with the white marshmallows in and I know how much you love the stars.

To me, you are impossible to comprehend in the most beautiful way because the things I love about you are never-ending.

I will forever cherish every second I get to spend with you.  

Sirius’

Eyes starting to water, you read it again and again, until you can’t bear to read it anymore. After everything, all the worry that your love was unrequited, and he said he had loved you.

Overcome with emotions, you run outside, back to where you watched the stars with him for the second time. You had never imagined coming to look at the stars ever again, you thought it would be too painful to have the good memories flooding back to you. Now, you couldn’t care less. You laid in the exact same spot as last time. If you closed your eyes, you could almost picture him lying beside you. Scanning the sky, you try and locate the brightest star in the sky. And with a pang in your heart, you noticed that Sirius shone a little brighter.

Salt of the Earth; Pt 4

Description: Fem!Reader Y/n is taken in by the Avengers for protection. As she gets older, we see the stories of her life with them and how she bonds.

Author: Lee

Warnings: blood, violence, stabbing, temper-tantrum, manipulation/mind control


Age nine was when the team first saw Y/n angry. Never before had they seen Y/n so upset and rage-filled, and she barely moved from her spot. The world was lucky enough that a child so powerful have such a good temper, but when Y/n was nine, the team finally saw why her power should be feared.

It was early morning and the day after a huge mission that ended with almost everyone who went on it getting mildly hurt, except for two.

Maria Hill, or agent Hill as the Avengers like to refer to her as, stayed behind to watch after Y/n. That wasn’t such a big deal considering they both loved spending time together anyway.

When the group got back the day before, Y/n felt extremely upset at the fact that no one came back unscathed. The worst part was that the mission was unfinished and against Hydra. It was never surely confirmed, but Y/n had a feeling the mission was about her.

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Mean - Part 3 [Harrison Osterfield series]

A/N YOOOO I’m so glad that I managed to finish writing this. It took me forever to come up with this. Hope you guys like this!!

Summary: You and Harrison share the same group of friends, but somehow you can’t stand each other. All of your friends wonder how long it’ll take for you two to get along, or maybe even fall in love.

Word Count: 1, 610 (it’s longer than the usual :))

Pairings: Harrison Osterfield x reader, ft Tom Holland and friends

Warnings: none? 

Masterlist |  Mini Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7


Like a child, you gazed at the clear glass that stood between you and ice cream. You loved ice cream. You scanned the colourful ice creams, reading their respective labels. Kookie Monster. All Berry Bang. Cheesecake Factory. You were fascinated.

“Remind me why we’re eating at an ice cream parlour for dinner.” Harrison asked, grinning at your inner child showing.

“It’s because I’ve been meaning to try out this parlour. I want to try their Awfully Chocolate Mix, it’s on my bucket list.”

This ice cream parlour was known for making a divine dessert. Chocolate cookie dough ice cream, chocolate brownie fudge ice cream, double chocolate cookies and cream ice cream, chocolate rolls, Oreos, caramelised biscuits, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries and both white and dark chocolate to top it off. It was basically diabetes in a bowl.

You’ve always wanted to try this concoction, but you never had the chance to. You were either too busy to stop by, or the parlour was full when you had the time.

“One Awfully Chocolate Mix please.” Harrison ordered while you were still observing the ice cream. You were planning on getting a few take out tubs, to eat during sad movies or whenever you were craving.

“Stop staring at the ice cream Y/N, you’ll scare them!” Harrison laid a hand on your back, guiding you away from the glass fridge. You pouted. You wanted to choose your take out tubs.

The dessert was placed on your table ten minutes later. You were in awe. It look divine, and extremely damaging to a body.

“I need a picture or it never happened.” You lowered yourself so that you’d fit in the frame.

“Hey! You were in my shot!”

“But I am the shot.” You joked and smirked. Harrison laughed sarcastically. He pretended to dislike your lame jokes, but you knew that deep down, he loved them.

“Alright then. Pose nicely. It’s going on my Instagram.”

You struck up on conversation with Harrison while eating. You talked to him about how you were so alone when they were away that you considered getting a dog. He talked about how eye opening the press tour was. You two talked about the plan to set Tom up on a blind date. You never had such a decent conversation with him. You two used to hurl insults at one another as if your life depended on it. But now, you could hold a fairly interesting conversation with him. You liked talking to Harrison. The way he talked was so intriguing. His eyes would enlarge when he was excited. He would use his hands to emphasise how amazing something was. His smile would grow bigger when he shared something funny. It was nice to see him so untroubled.


“I’m stuffed. I need to take a walk.”

You groaned a little as you stood up. The dessert was amazing. It was so filling, that you needed to walk it off. Harrison suggested to go to the park, so you could walk and star gaze at the same time. Star gazing was on you bucket list, and coincidentally, on his too.

The sun had sauntered beneath the horizon by the time you left the ice cream parlour. The night had devoured the bustling city. The only thing that illuminated the streets were street lamps and lights from passing cars.

Tranquility was pervasive on the park. The undisturbed beauty of nature enhanced the feeling of serenity. You loved the quietness, the peace that surrounded you when you were there.

You took a seat by the lake. The twinkling stars were reflected in the unframed and immense mirror of the lake. The lake was unusually yet impressively still tonight. You were entranced by the great certitude of peace tonight. It wasn’t like this all the time.

Your conversation with Harrison started from where you left off. You talked to him about hobbies you discovered when he was away. He talked about the new people he met overseas. Both of you joked about your erratic past. Both of you talked about your future. The number of  kids he wanted, the number of dogs you planned on owning, the list was endless.

Now, you sat in comfortable silence, enjoying his presence. You liked being ‘trial friends’ with Harrison. It was amazing to talk to him about the littlest things. It was hard to find someone to talk to. It was difficult for you to open up to someone, but when it came to Harrison, it seemed too simple.

“You know… it’s been great to have you as a friend… these three weeks, they’ve been phenomenal…” Harrison turned to face you.

“Yeah… I really enjoy spending time with you Haz.” You rested your head on his shoulder. He smiled, heaving a sigh of relief. You enjoyed the silence between the two of you.

“Can we end the trial? I think we should officially become friends.” You blurted out.

Harrison looked at you, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

“Oh you don’t want to? It’s alright… I can wait another two weeks… it’s no big deal…” you rambled as you fiddled with your hands. Gosh this was embarrassing. The atmosphere was so tangible. You got up, attempting to leave, but Harrison gripped your arm.

“I would love to.” He stood up and looked at you. He admired your eyes. He smiled. He opened his arms, inviting you for a hug. You willing accepted, smiling as you buried your head in his chest. He pulled away.

“Friends?” He put his left hand forward.

“Friends.” You shook it. You grinned. Finally. You were friends with Harrison Osterfield.

You stared into his eyes again, captivated by the bright blue that struck you. He pushed a strand on hair behind your ear. His fingers moved to your cheek, slowly caressing the soft skin. He held your chin with two fingers as he leaned in closer. Did you want this? Why weren’t you stopping this?

His lips had barely grazed yours when his phone started to ring. It was Tom. Way to go ruin the mood Tom.

“HARRISON!” Tom yelled. You could practically hear him from where you were standing.

“Yes buddy, calm down.”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU AND Y/N ARE FRIENDS. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? WHY AM I NOT A WITNESS? WHY DO I HAVE TO FIND OUT THROUGH INSTAGRAM?” Tom’s voice was an octave higher than usual. He was excited. Extremely excited.

“Well we just made it official…” Harrison said, smiling at you.

“WAIT? YOU’RE DATING?” Tom squealed. It started to get odd.

“Mate. We literally officially became friends two minutes ago, how could we already be dating?” Harrison furrowed his brows cheekily. You giggled.

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation because Tom had calmed down, and he spoke softly over the phone. You shrugged it off. You sat back down and watched furry ducklings swim in the lake. Your lips curled up into a small smile.

“Tom needs us home right now.” Harrison said, a little frustrated. You nodded, and stood up to leave. You dusted your shorts and proceeded to leave the park.


You leaned on Harrison during the movie. He was a nice support, unlike the pillows on the couch. His arm found his way around your waist during the movie. You didn’t really mind. It wasn’t making you feel uncomfortable.You were having a movie night with Tom and Megan, just like old times. 

When you came back from the park, Tom seemed a little angry. He had his brows furrowed and arms folded when you walked it.

“When did this start?” Tom eyed the two of you. He folded his arms. You were now sitting next to Harrison on the couch. Tom was questioning your friendship as if you were being interrogated by a parent.

“It was two weeks ago. I made an offer. It was like a trial to become friends.”

Tom furrowed his brows and nodded, pretending to be deep in thought. You were nervous. What was he going to say?

“Well.” He clapped his hands together. “Congratu-”

“FINALLY.” A familiar voice shouted. You spun around to see Megan, standing at the doorway.

“I’m so happy for you! But I’m more happy to receive 200 bucks!” She beamed. “Tom! Don’t you dare leave!” She pointed out that Tom was trying to exit sneakily.

“What’s the 200 bucks for?”

“We made a bet.”

“On…?”

“Whether or not you’ll become friends within four years. It happened. Like finally.”

Tom pouted as he handed over 200 pounds reluctantly. He couldn’t believe that he had lost this bet. He had made a bet that you would become friends with Harrison within three years.

You sighed as you snuggled up against Harrison. 

“They would make a good couple.” You heard Megan whisper.

“Yea. They’re really cute together!” Tom squealed.

“Guys. You do know that I can here you from here right?” You chucked a pillow in their direction. You rolled your eyes. Harrison was a friend. A good friend.

“I mean… have you not considered dating Harrison?” Megan questioned.

You rubbed your temples. Of course you hadn’t. You spent the past four years of knowing him hating him. Why would you think about dating someone you disliked?

“Of course not. I’ve spent the last five years hating him. And I spent the last two weeks getting to know him. We’re just friends.” You said, shutting her up.

“Just friends eh?” Tom quirked an eyebrow.

“Right Haz? We’re just friends right?” You looked up at him, hoping that he’ll back you up.

Harrison’s brows knitted together. He let out a small sigh.

“Yea… just friends.”


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Second time out/back from seeing Beauty and the Beast **SPOILERS ABOUND**

(aka bear with me b/c this review is a week and a half late and I can actually comment on stuff I loved throughout it. It might end up being long af so I’m sorry in advance bc I talk about when everyone got cast too. This is probably filled with typos.)

PPS: I am the minority who loved it deeply, and don’t have nothing to complain about. Except a few words on the group of people who sat beside me tonight and would not shut up during Evermore and the transformation scene aka MY MOST FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS EVER)

So lets get down to it. I LOVED this movie the first time I saw it. As I have stated numerous times through tags. Ill be real here I was skeptical as hell about this being turned into a LA remake. But as the casting was announced my worries went away completely?

BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST WHAT A FABULOUS CAST! I don’t even know who to start with honestly? All of them ARE JUST SO GOOD???

We’ll just start with the most obvious choice (and the one who had the most flack after being cast)

And that is the absolute wonder and light of my life DAN FUCKING STEVENS

BECAUSE THIS GUY. OMG. ANYTHING HE DID IN THIS MOVIE JUST…BLEW. ME. THE. FUCK. AWAY??? And I’m just so grateful and forever indebted to him for bringing quite possibly the best reinterpretation of the Beast/Adam to life. Like honestly the Beast is my favourite character ever he has been since I was 5 and I just…NO AMOUNT OF WORDS COULD DESCRIBE IT. (actually I have TONS of words and i’ll get more into this later) but I’m moving on for now.

Emma Thompson I love Emma T so much I have since forever and she’s so charming and soft hearted as Mrs Potts. Say what you will about the accents used in this movie I loved that she was English….

And Luke Evans I knew about him prior to this and vaguely, through watching him in The Hobbit and that god awful movie version of the Three Musketeers (same can be said for Dan, b/c before I watched some of his other stuff I had only know him from Night at the Museum 3)

Anyway…

Luke brought such a great energy to this character and I loved how Gaston started out as an okay dude but slowly dissented into his villainy? The way he portrayed this was astounding b/c as soon as the script called for the change up he handled it with such ease? And wow I just love Gaston so much in this movie.

Josh Gad we gotta talk about FUCKING JOSH GAD I’m not getting into the knitty gritty of things since its not my place to comment on such but I LOVED HIM IN THIS ROLE SO MUCH MORE THAN I LOVED HIM IN FROZEN? He’s so hilarious.  AND HIS LINES WERE A+++

He just brought so much classiness to LeFou and he just made him so likable?  and the fact that HE FOUGHT TO KEEP IN THE SNOWMAN GAG FROM THE ORIGINAL VERSION. I honestly hope they give me all the deleted scenes from this movie.

FUCKING EWAN MCGREGOR AND SIR IAN MCKELLEN AS COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE I just WOW WHAT A GREAT ACTING COMBO (aka all ive ever wanted from the remains of my dull life.)

AND AUDRA MCDONALD AS GARDEROBE AND STANLEY ‘ACTUAL KING OF EVERYTHING HE IS IN’ TUCCI as a sassy piano THAT WAS LITERALLY CREATED FROM SCRATCH FOR HIM? (more on these two later as well because omg they are everything to me and stole my heart??)

AND KEVIN  FUCKING  KLINE omg I loved him so much in this movie just PERFECT honestly.

I’m trying to keep this short so I can move on to my next bunch of thoughts. And not just yap about the casting. (Bullet points listed below, bc I’m getting into the changes) And to begin:

THE SCENARY AND CGI IN THIS MOVIE WERE FUCKING ASTOUNDING? I DIED? IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, say what you want about what the beast looked like. Dan Stevens exhausted himself entirely for 2-3 months just to make the beast into a computer animated caricature. AND I LOVED THE ANIMATION ON THE CASTLE STAFF? I also really loved the backstories for everyone it just filled in so much that I found lacking in the original. Just everything that filled in all the plotholes were A++

  • THE PROLOGUE and it being narrated by the ENCHANTRESS.(Side note: I loved the technicalities and consequences with this new curse)
  • DAN STEVENS GRACING ME WITH HIS FAB TALENT AND NOT SAYING A THING DURING SAID PROLOGUE AND JUST LAUGHING EVILLY AND YET FLAWLESSLY GETTING THE POINT ACROSS THAT THE PRINCE BEFORE MEETING BELLE WAS AN ABSOLUTE PANSY ASS DICK? Also him in the black get up with the black swan make up?? a lookTM
  • THE CLOSE UPS OF GARDEROBE AND CADENZA AND THEIR LITTLE DOGGO FRU FRU BEFORE THE CASTLE IS CHANGED INTO OBJECTS?? THE FACT THAT FRU FRU IS THEIR DOG?  
  •  THAT WHOLE OPENING SEQUENCE IS INTENSE AS HELL
  • Omg when Gaston stepped on Belle’s cabbages THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 KIDS THAT GASPED. It made me smile omg.
  • When Maurice and Phillipe were heading out of town and in the woods heading to the castle. One child was like “aww look at the horsey” I mean…
  • WHEN MAURICE IS IN THE CASTLE AND MEETS CHIP everyone laughed like honestly I was blessed with actually being a a cinema room full of people that laughed and reacted to stuff b/c last week when I went there were crickets, some child mad an off hand comment later on in the movie when Beast invites Belle to dinner and he does the smileTM I kid you not I heard “look his tiny teeth” I love his tiny fangs so much hes just so awkwardly endearing altogether.
  • OKAY OKAY OKAY SO WHEN BELLE HEADS UP TO THE CASTLE TO FIND HER DADDO AND SHES AT THE CELL IM PRETTY SURE THEY PLAY THE SCORE TO EVERMORE? its like lowkey but I NOTICED IT AND IT WAS GLORIOUS.
  • all the songs in this movie and the additional lyrics woven into the film added 30 years to my life.
  • THE WHOLE “GASTON” NUMBER WAS FABULOUS AND EVERYTHING AND MORE ITS BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL VERSION THAT WHOLE MOMENT WHEN THEY BREAK TO CLAP AND STOP ON THE TABLE AND THE FACT THAT THE SCORE FOR THAT BIT SOUNDS LIKE A CAVALRY CHARGE AND THE WHOLE “SAY IT AGAIN” BIT AFTER THE “I USE ANTLERS IN ALL OF MY DECORATING” LINE.
  • BUT LIKE THERE IS MORE BECAUSE OMG THEY GAVE COGSWORTH STUFF TO SING DURING “BE OUR GUEST” INSTEAD OF JUST “SOMETHING THERE”. LIKE THE ONLY OTHER TIME HE SINGS IS IN THE ORIGINAL DURING “HUMAN AGAIN” I love the flawless smooth transition from SIR IAN MCKELLEN belting out the COURSE BY COURSE bit of that verse and Ewan being like ONE BY ONE immediately after? honestly I always fist bump during that moment when I listen to the soundtrack. AND THE WHOLE NUMBER IN THE MOVIE IS JUST SOO GREAT. I love my crotchety old clock and dramatically extra candlestick. the best BROTP.
  • Ok, so the people I sat beside started laughing during little Adam’s part in Days In the Sun and omg I was off hand annoyed because it ruined my chance to start the water works even though I still cried.
  • BEAST TRASHING ON ROMEO AND JULIET WILL FOREVER BE ICONIC to me I LOVE WELL READ BEAST SO MUCH I’m tired of the ‘but I wish he would have stayed illiterate’ statements.
  •  EVERYONE. AND WHEN I SAY EVERYONE I MEAN EVERYONE ERRUPTED INTO LAUGHTER WHEN BEAST HAULED THAT BIG ASS SNOWBALL AT BELLE’S HEAD.
  • ALSO any time Beast gave Belle his little smiles??? they were so pure and cute
  • So seeing this movie a second time the yellow dress discourse is quiet frankly ?? to me I loved it AND I LOVE THE FACT THAT DAN STEVENS MADE THE BEAST UTTERLY DISTRESSED OVER ASKING HER FOR A DANCE IN THE BALLROOM? (THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS)
  • LIKE…I JUST LOVE HOW MUCH LIFE AND PERSONALITY AND 3 DIMENSIONALISM HE GAVE HIM B/C I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS PORTRAYAL UNTIL IM DEAD AND IN THE GROUND.
  • Which brings me to the make up scene everyone laughed and I almost could not stop laughing at the scene change.
  • Emma Thompson’s version of Beauty and the Beast is so wonderful. I love it.
  • THE FIRST TIME I HEARD EVERMORE IN THE MOVIE I WAS STUNNED INTO SILENCE AND JUST DAN STEVENS AGAIN GRACING ME WITH SUCH RAW EMOTION AND TALENT. SIGH I JUST LOVE THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE, I WOULD HAVE LOVED IT EVEN MORE HAD I BEEN REALLY INTO THE SECOND TIME SEEING IT BUT ALAS THE PERSON BESIDE ME WAS LAUGHING AND I WAS JUST LIKE… RUDE. HONESTLY THOUGH THE PAIR OF PIPES DAN STEVENS HAS HE HAS SUCH A BEAUTFUL RANGE AND WHEN HE SINGS ANGELS DESCEND FROM HEAVEN, AND JUST THIS WHOLE FUCKING SONG GAVE ME THE LAARGEST EARGASM THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT. LIKE HONESTLY GOD BLESS ALAN MUSICAL GENIEUS KING MENKEN
  • Honestly everyone is at war against whether Josh or Dan’s version is better and I just prefer Dan’s version so much. I found Josh Groban’s version too slow even though he sings like an angel too.  
  • tt.tt  THE MOB SONG and the castle staff going up in arms was always my fave in the 90s version. And it did not disappoint.

Bullet points are done I am heading into paragraph summarizing my thoughts on the last 30-40 minutes. BECAUSE THIS SHIT WAS UNREAL, and HARROWINGLY DARK. AND I LOVED THESE CHANGES FROM THE ORIGINAL.

THE WHOLE CASTLE TURRET CHASE SCENE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I HAD MULTIPLE HEAR TATTACKSTHE FACT THEY SWITCHED UP THE HUNTING KNIFE AND REPLACED IT WITH A PISTOL that moment when the Beast gets shot oh god.

Like when Belle comes back and sees the Beast and he literally SHOUTS OUT HER NAME I am crying?? and deceased?? and then he gets shot 2 more times honestly this was equally amazing and heartbreakingly brutal.

And let me tell the whole concept of the castle actually breaking apart as the petals fall, that is just such a neat spin and I love it.


So like I said I found the twist with the curse fascinating because in the original the only thing it focused largely on was the Beast, Mrs Potts, Plumette, Lumiere , Cogsworth and FruFru. I LOVE THAT THE MOVIE CEMENTED AND ROUNDED ALL OF THE CASTLE STAFF AND GAVE THEM A LARGER SPOLIGHT THAN IN THE ORIGINAL LIKE THE CASTLE STAFF MAKES UP HALF OF THE CAST/CHARACTERS FOR THIS MOVIE. For the past week and a half people have said why was the inanimate scene so long and drawn out? Because the castle staff are the greatest and the only family the Beast has besides Belle that’s why… the end. Also I ship the hell out of Cadenza & Garderobe, Plumette and Lumiere AND MR AND MRS POTTS OMG.

THE WHOLE INANIMATION SEQUENCE HAD MY ENTIRE SOUL IN SHREADS, IVE ??? NEVER?? CRIED??? SO MUCH IN MY LIFE??? LIKE LUMIERE HOLDING PLUMETTE IN HIS ARMS AND SETTING HER DOWN GENTLY AND MRS POTTS NOT BEING ABLE TO GET TO CHIP AND CHIP ALMOST FUCKING BREAKING BUT THE COATHANGER CATCHING HIM THE LAST SECOND AS HIS SAUCER BREAKS?  CADENZA AND GADEROBE REUNITING AND HER TELLING HIM THAT HE IS BRAVE JUST BEFORE SHE FADES AWAY AND HIM BEGGING HER NOT TO LEAVE HIM?? I MEAN THAT IS THE TEXTBOOK DEFINIITION OF PURE AND UTTER DEVOTION RIGHT THERE FRIENDS.THE SADDEST THING ABOUT THEIR INANIMATION SCENE IS THE FACT THAT THEIR DOGGO FRU FRU BECOMES INANIMATE BETWEEN THEM. COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE SAYING GOODBYE. NEED I SAY MORE.

BUT THEN THE TRANSFORMATION SCENE HAPPENED AND I COULD NOT BREATHE I LOVEED HOW THEY FILMED THIS SCENE AND HOW EMMA AND DAN PLAYED THIS SCENE. NEVER IN MY LIFE WILL I LOVE ANYTHING AS MUCH AS I LOVE THIS SCENE.

Everyone is like “well why didn’t they say anything?”

I LOVED that HE DID NOT NEED TO SAY ‘BELLE, ITS ME?”

this iconic masterly filmed sequence only needed to be filmed with sheer BODY LANGUAGE, VISUAL EXPRESSIONS AND EMOTIONS COMING FROM BOTH DAN AND EMMA AND I JUST AM ASTOUNDED? EVERYTHING THEY FELT COULD BE SEEN BY THE AUDIENCE I FELT THAT SHIT DEEP IN MY SOUL AND IVE ANALYZED EVERYTHING LEADING UP TO THE KISS. FROM THEIR LOOKS OF DAZED WONDERMENT AFTER BEAST TURNS BACK INTO A HUMAN, AND HIS LITTLE HUFF OF RELIEF AFTER HE INTIALLY TURNS AROUND AND FACES EMMA, TO DAN’S HEAVY BREATHING, BELLE PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR AND HIM THREADING HIS FINGERS THROUGH HERS IN TURN? THE FACE TOUCH AS SHE IS LOOKING FOR ANY SIGN THAT THIS IS INFACT THAT GUY SHE LOVES?? (HONEST TO GOD THAT SHOT OF DAN HE IS ALREADY A BEAUTFUL GUY BUT HOLY HELL HE LOOKED SO GOOD IN THIS SCENE) THE CLOSE UP SHOT OF HIS EYES. HER RELIEVED LAUGH AND THE IMMENSE GENTLE CAUTION BETWEEN THEM JUST BEFORE THEY KISS AND THAT GIANT ASS INHALE DAN TAKES AS SOON AS THEY MAKE CONTACT ALSO MENTIONING THE FACT THAT ONCE THEY DO KISS HER HAND MOVES FROM HIS CHEST TO HIS WAIST.

THIS WHOLE SCENE IS LITERALLY THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF THE PATRICK STEWART ACTING GIF

I LOVE THIS KISS SO MUCH HONESTLY ITS MY FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS.

The best was when they all became human again and reunited and were left with parting gifts from the curse. I laughed out loud when they showed Stanley Tucci with no teeth. 

UGH AND THE LAST SCENE WITH CADENZA BEING SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SMILING AS THE WIFEY IS SINGING again.

EMMA AND AUDRA singing the final number omg the whole coronation dance scene was everything. 

AND JUST THIS WHOLE MOVIE IS FABULOUS AND I NEEDED THE DVD TO BE RELEASED YESTERDAY.

New Beginnings (Part 1) (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Originally posted by seabasschino

Request: Bucky is really protective of the Reader who has a prosthetic leg and he’s always helping her despite the fact that she doesn’t need help to do any of the things that she does. she can totally do them for herself but she likes Bucky that much that she let him help her just to spend more time with him

Words: 1130 

A/N: I don’t know how it is to have a prosthesis so if i’m making a mistake with this please let me know.
Special thanks to @supersoldierslover and @writingfortheavengers


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New Beginnings (Part 1):

The place was amazing. It was on the 5th floor of a Brooklyn building that actually seemed to have a good elevator and a security system that works. Also, the fact that the noises of the streets were imperceptible from here, made you form a good opinion of it. This one was one of the good ones.

You looked at your mom, who had insisted on joining you in the search for a good place to live, with a huge smile unable to hide your excitement as the owner of the apartment talked about the goods of the location and the 2 rooms that it had. He also talked about how the neighbors were good people that always were happy to help when needed and about that place around the corner that had the most amazing Italian food in all New York.

You let your eyes roam around the recently painted living-room. It was perfect; spacious but not too big. The walls were all white except for the one that was glass-made which was the door to the balcony.

“This is a small closet,” the proprietor told you opening the closest door to the entry before heading out the living room and showing you the first door to the left “And here is one of the bathrooms”

With every little thing he showed you, you were more convinced that this apartment was the right one. The kitchen wasn’t very big but it was pretty functional and it had enough space for you to not be uncomfortable at all even hopping around. The main bedroom was bigger than you were used to and you were sure that because its location, you would have natural light entering through that window in the mornings, and its bathroom had a big bathtub. You were in love with the place.

The thing was that it was unfurnished. Well… unfurnished was not the word, it was poorly furnished but that wouldn’t matter because it had the basics and you had everything the apartment was missing or you could buy it. You even thought that it will probably be a good idea to give away the fittings you didn’t need, like those armchairs in the other room.

Of course, the flat wasn’t something luxurious but it was soon to be yours and you already loved it. It was perfect for you.

“I don’t know, (Y/N)” your mom get you out of your thoughts “It’s the 5th floor, sweetheart.”

“It has a great elevator, mom. That’s not a problem”

“What if there’s a failure”

You tried to resist the urge of rolling your eyes but it was stronger than you.

“You know I can make it, it’s not like it is a 20th floor or something”

She knows that it was true but she was really overprotective since the accident you had 3 years ago and that was one of the reasons you were moving out to another city. Of course, you would never think of telling her that, the official reason was work, but you were looking for jobs in New York so you could be more independent without feeling like you were destroying your family’s heart.

“I’m gonna be fine mom” you assured her feeling a little guilty. She was just worried about you after all “So, is this place pet-friendly?” you changed the subject so the conversation would flow to things that matter to you more than your leg in this moment.

Of course, you visited three other places besides that one but you couldn’t keep your thoughts out of that Brooklyn flat. The other places just seemed so unpractical, like they weren’t made for you. Or they were too small or too noisy or so close to ugly alleys. So that same night you called the owner to make a deal. The next day you were reading a contract and signing it and the day after that you were already putting your things in boxes in your old home in Hudson.

A week after that, one Saturday morning, you got to the building with the moving truck. Luckily, the men from the company were unbelievably kind. They even helped you get the furniture into the apartment.  The only thing you didn’t think of in that moment was how you were going to move all those boxes that still were outside your door in the hall.

“Oh, seriously?” you just realized the king size bed was still in the living room “Ok, I can do this”

You left the door open because of the boxes and you headed to the bed to turn it to one of its sides, it was hard for you honestly and you weren’t completely comfortable with this prosthesis for that job; it was a new one and pretty cool but it wasn’t the one that worked better for this kind of things. You tried to push the bed but you sighed resigned to go look into the boxes. It wasn’t that bad because you can use that opportunity to continue doing what you left aside and keep entering them to your apartment. Honestly, it was a mess you still didn’t know how you were going to fix.

When you finally got to the box you needed the ones left outside weren’t a lot so you sat there in the hallway and rolled your pants up until the hem reached a little up your knees and you took off the prosthetic device and started changing it for the one with the carbon spring when the elevator door opened and someone started walking your way.

“Sorry for the mess,” you said without looking up still busy with your leg “I swear I’m about to finish with the boxes”

“It’s ok. I can help if you want to”

“Thank you but I can do it, don’t worry. Also, I don’t want to bother you”

“I know you can do it. And you’re not bothering, I’m the one offering. We’re neighbors after all”

You fixed the pants over your leg and looked up at him.

He was tall. Well, it was that or it was the fact that you were sitting on the floor. You noticed that he probably just came from running or from the gym for the look of his clothes. Your eyes flew to his left arm before you got the chance to look at his face and you smiled in recognition. A metal arm. At least you both were stylish.

You stood up and looked at him again still smiling. Yes. He was tall. He smiled too when you nodded your head.

“Name’s Bucky, by the way”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky,” you said “I’m (Y/N)”


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Meeting Taylor

SO everyone’s been asking me for my story of how this amazing picture came into my life:

and so I thought I’d finally get round to sharing my story!! Sorry that it’s taken so long (almost a week - oops!) it’s just been totally crazy with me and I just want to take this chance to first of all thank you for all the reblogs, likes and support you guys gave me, and for being so kind and lovely after it finally happened!!

My 1989 tour story starts at the Glasgow date on 23rd June 2015 (although my story with @taylorswift starts way back). At the Glasgow date, I camped out with some lovely gals from @thescotlandsquad - @forever-dreaming-0f-you, @we-found-wonderland-in-1989, @taylorfreakinswiftt and @tayloralis0nswift! I was actually in Paris the weekend before at a convention, and was due to come home on the 23rd, but wouldn’t have made the concert so I swapped my flights over just so I could go. I wore my big white prom dress and camped all night (literally) with some of the best people - and something wonderful happened!! @taylorswift followed @forever-dreaming-0f-you and @tayloralis0nswift while we were on tumblr trying to let her know that we were already camping out for her!! We freaked out and it was the best. During the day of the concert we met up with a bunch of other fab people from @thescotlandsquad AND I FINALLY GOT TO MEET @panicatthetaylorswiftconcert!! This was all seriously cool and she brought Taylor’s coat that she got given in her valentines day package and she let me try it on and then Gaby said she was meeting Taylor and she took my scrapbook that I made for her in for me (which I will forver be grateful for and you are the best and I miss you) - side note THANK YOU TAYLOR FOR MAKING GABY SO HAPPY BECAUSE SHE IS THE SWEETEST - and then it was time for the show. I was in block 11, and it was the closest I had ever gotten to Taylor during a show (more on that later). I had the time of my life, although my dress was a bit too hot and it was hard to move but I really loved wearing it and people kept coming up to me to say how beautiful I looked and some people even asked for pictures with me, which was lovely. I got to speak to Sierra at the Taylor Nation booth and she was so so lovely. I bumped into @goodgirlwhoshopeful at the TN booth and we talked and then we had a picture of us taken (which would later end up on Taylor’s website!!) I then went to my seat and not long after, I see @nowthat-imclean and her mum being upgraded to pit!! Just after, I see @goodgirlwhoshopeful get upgraded too which is super cool. About halfway through the show, there was a message on the Scotland Squad facebook chat and it said that @oohiremember, @screaminggcolourr and @oohmymymyy had GOTTEN LOFT ‘89! Everyone really really wanted them to get it so we were all really really happy. And then I started to wonder if it was going to happen to me, since Taylor had been following me since May and had noticed my posts before. When it didn’t happen to me, I got so sad (I don’t even want to talk about how sad I was but if anyone saw me at the date after the concert was over you’ll know what I’m talking about.) But now I understand that it wasn’t meant to happen then, and that’s totally totally okay. 

Flash forward to 26th June 2015. Initially, I was only planning on attending the Glasgow date of the 1989 tour, but this was the day it all changed. I was just browsing tumblr when I saw that @xomol  was giving away a free ticket to the london show!! I quickly messaged to see if it was still available, and when she told me it was, I booked my train down without question. I had nowhere to stay or anything, I just hoped I would be able to stay in the train station overnight or something. I didn’t really care, all that mattered to me was seeing Taylor again. I narrowly missed my train the next day, and had to cry my way out of a £60 fine for getting on a later train (as technically my tickets weren’t valid). I got there eventually around 2pm and waited for Molly to arrive with my ticket. Around this time is when I bumped into @showyouincrediblethings who was an absolute darling and we queued for ages together! I got to meet up with my best friend @partyinhannahsroom and her sister while I was there too which was so great! I managed to find the (well hidden) Taylor Nation booth and Sierra was there again, and she recognised me from Glasgow! I said hi and I told her that it was a split decision and that I was just here because I kind of threw caution to the wind and emptied my bank account for the train down. She said she hoped I enjoyed the show and then I wandered off and managed to find @partyinhannahsroom by chance (since it was such a big place and it was all standing!) and then the concert started and Ellie Goulding was incredible and then Taylor came on and I stopped being able to cope with my life when she brought out the squad during Style - seriously Taylor OH MY GOD!! and then I wasn’t fussed about not being noticed by Andrea or anyone that night because I knew chances were really slim anyway and I just wanted to see Taylor again. I was so grateful to see the show a second time because this is the first tour where I’ve been able to go to multiple dates.

A week or so after that, I began to miss Taylor and the 1989 concert terribly, and I wondered about the idea of travelling to Asia to see the tour - since one of my ultimate goals is to see Taylor on every continent that she tours in. I put it out of my head and decided I couldn’t afford it, but when I started making money from my redbubble account I knew that seeing Taylor again was what I wanted to do with the money. I booked my hotel and invited @southwesteros to come to Singapore with me, since she studied it for her graded unit at college and she’d always wanted to visit there. I hadn’t bought my ticket by this point and the show was actually sold out, so I had to buy my ticket from viagogo. I was really worried about it being fake, but it wasn’t so that was good 

As everyone who follows me knows, I made this post about me attending 1989 Singapore this year after I found out where I would be sitting, and I reblogged it from August right through to just days before the concert. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to make any other dates this tour, so this was my last chance. I queued the post to post when I was sleeping, I constantly reblogged it whenever @taylorswift was online and started tweeting it to Taylor Nation on twitter and tagging them in posts about it on instagram. We flew out on November 6th and I didn’t hear anything for ages and ages and I was convinced it wasn’t going to happen, so I just got on my flight to Singapore. We were two hours delayed and then we finally got there on November 7th. When we got there, I logged on to the airport wifi (the first time I’d had wifi in around 24 hours) and I HAD AN EMAIL SAYING THAT TAYLOR NATION HAD DM’d ME ON TWITTER. I started to cry and I couldn’t deal with it and Gail had to calm me down,Then I replied and the next day I got a phonecall from Kevin to say that Taylor had seen my tumblr post that she loved it and everyone at Taylor Nation loved it and that she’d asked to meet me. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening! I thanked Kevin over and over again, and then he was like “we’ll see you tonight then!” and I said my goodbyes. We went around a shopping centre in Singapore and I was FREAKING OUT when I got another phone call - this time it was from Erica! She explained that it wasn’t an official meet and greet, and that it was going to happen backstage before Welcome To New York. She also said she was UPGRADING MY SEAT which meant that Gail could go to the concert which was super cool!! So I got upgraded to front row:

We then went to the venue and queued, here’s a picture of me queueing with my sign (which the venue took from me before I was allowed to get in and they threw it out so I couldn’t have it back but I didn’t really care at this point:

so they took the sign off me and then I went into the venue and sat in my (UPGRADED) seat and waited for Erica to come get me. She came and got me around quarter to 8, and Taylor was due to come on stage around 8. We went backstage and there was also two other girls, but I was the only one from tumblr. We were led to a door and told to wait there, and Taylor’s dancers were warming up right in front of us! A few of them introduced themselves and asked how we were holding up, and then suddenly they were gone and Taylor and Andrea appeared. 

The first thing Taylor did when she arrived was say “Hey Guys!” and came straight to hug me (TAYLOR HUGGED ME WHAT IS MY LIFE) and said “thank you for coming all this way, that’s crazy!” she then spoke to the two other girls who’d been asked to come backstage and I spoke to Mama Swift and she was so so lovely to me and we got this selfie: 

And then it was time for Taylor to talk to me. She came right up to me (I didn’t even have to introduce myself!) and she said: “ You’re so fun to follow on tumblr, you’re so fun!” and she said she’d seen my post that I’d reblogged “like 100 times” so basically she knew everything about me,  then she said my cat was cute and she love cats like that and that she loved that his name was Dusty because “he’s, like, Dusty.” (like the colour) and then I was like “I brought you a cat!!” because I’d brought her a cat toy thing thats hand moves when there’s a battery in it and she said she loved it and that she used to have one but she lost it, so this was really cool. I then said hi from @thescotlandsquad, and gave her Izzy’s (@iknowyouveheardaboutme) URL and she sent Izzy her love and then I told her that she’d saved my life and I thanked her for everything and she took my hands and said thank you too and she was holding my hand the entire time and we got a picture (Erica kept trying to get Taylor to hurry up I think, but she kept on talking to me) and we got a picture and then she had to go and we were led out by one of her team to the B-Stage and given B-Stage wristbands. The guy who was in charge of the B-Stage seemed confused that I was there and the member of Taylor’s team who led us out was like “oh she’s good, she’s Taylor’s.” SHE’S. TAYLOR’S. Taylor I’m yours now okay? Okay. And when the people around me saw that I met Taylor (because I’d already made the picture my lock screen, obviously) they let me straight through to the front and I was literally at the bottom of the B Stage and she looked at me all night and I genuinely have photos of her directly looking into my camera and basically the whole night was perfect and unbelieveable and I can’t believe this is my life. Thank you to everyone who’s been a part of my Taylor journey, eras past and present, and thank you to Taylor Nation for making this happen. Thank you to all my followers who stuck with me during my mass reblog of that post, it all paid off!! 

The biggest thank you goes to you, @taylorswift. Thank you for wanting to meet me and for making me feel just like we were best friends who just hadn’t met up in a while. Thank you for surprising me, and thank you for going to all that effort, because you really didn’t have to. I’ll never forget you as long as I live, Love you forever. <3 <3 <3

(photo creds to @southwesteros and Erica Worden)

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Number 22 for Ereri please! (If you can't that's cool too you're fab always so it's always awesome) You are fabulous may I just say okay wow I LOVE your writing and I wish I could write as well as you <33333

of course my lovely! and awww thank you so much! that means a lot to me <3 

#22: “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”


Eren huffed, fingers spinning the pencil that hung between his fingers. The professor’s words were droning on and on and Eren swore that he was going to fucking die of boredom. 

But it wasn’t all that bad. Levi Ackerman was in his class too. And it was a semi-small class. Not one of the bigger lectures and because Eren sat behind the other boy, he got a perfect view of his beautiful undercut, hair pulled back so attractively so into a small pony tail and bangs left to hang out and frame his oh-so handsome face.

God he’s so hot, Eren thought to himself as his teeth took to chewing on the end of his pencil while he admired the boy from afar. Just like he had done for a couple years now. And even over that time, Levi had gotten more piercings and tattoos and even more fit and Eren would literally bend over backwards just to get a simple glimpse of his stomach. 

Yeah, he was a thirsty ho, his friends called him that all the time. Jean tried it once — didn’t work out in his favor very well. 

It just so happened that Eren and Levi were going into the same major, so for Eren, that meant at least two more years of pathetic pining and meaningless one night stands to try and get the thoughts of the raven out of his head. Yeah, like that worked.

“Mr. Jaeger.” He was pulled away from his fantasies as the professor called on him, everyone else, including Levi, now staring at him expectantly. “Would you care to answer my question?”

Eren honestly didn’t even want to give the man the time of day — he was old enough to teach fucking God, okay. 

“Only if you care to repeat it,” Eren bit back with a little more ferocity than he had meant to. But his face was flushing with a slight pink color the longer the class and Levi stared at him and he couldn’t help himself to flicker his eyes to Levi’s. Of course, to Eren’s luck, they met for a quick second and Eren swore that he fucking melted at the smirk that rose to Levi’s completely kissable lips; the lips that Eren thought about way too often.

The professor simply hummed and the next thing he said made his heart drop. “Well, moving on, I’ll be putting you all into small groups for the rest of class for discussion.” A part of Eren hoped more than anything to be with Levi, but the other part knew that he would fuck everything up and would die if he ended up with the beauty in the front of the classroom. 

“—and finally,” Eren hadn’t realized that his small panic attack had costed him the naming and pairing of everyone and he listened carefully, practically on the edge of his seat as he prayed that the professor wouldn’t say his name. “Jaeger, you will be with Ms. Magnolia and Mr. Ackerman. Mr. Church will be joining you when he returns tomorrow.”

Eren felt as though that he couldn’t breathe, all the air in his lungs had left in one sudden movement as if the professor had punched him square in the gut. He didn’t mind Isabel, if anything, she reminded him of himself since they were so alike that they could pass as siblings. In fact, many people thought they were but were always mistaken. He also didn’t mind Farlan. The boy didn’t really talk much anyway, always keeping to himself or the two other people that he stayed around with. 

Eren did, in fact, have an issues with the fact that Levi Ackerman was approaching him and — code red, pony tail, hotass is now across from me and I cannot breathe.

His thoughts were frantic and he only hoped that he wasn’t going to hyperventilate like a fucking idiot in front of his goddamn crush. And of course, like the moron that he was, Eren was staring. 

He’s way prettier up close.

“Eren?” Isabel waved a hand in front of his face and he blinked, thankful that Levi was scrolling through his phone so that he didn’t have to notice Eren’s stupid staring. “There we go,” she smiled at him. “How are you? Are you excited for the project?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

That seemed to catch Levi’s attention and he looked up, steely, smoldering eyes staring straight into Eren’s soul and he swore that Levi could read his very thoughts. 

“You don’t pay attention much, do you?”

No, I’m much too occupied ogling your perfect ass.

“U-uh, I tend to zone out a lot.” Which wasn’t necessarily a lie.

He hummed, a sound that melted Eren down to the core. “Well, the project that Isabel is talking about…” he paused for a minute, picking up his phone with a thinking look on his face and his thumbs typed away quickly before setting it down. Then it was Isabel’s phone that buzzed and she grinned, picking it up and giggled to herself, hand covering over her mouth. 

“Okay,” she said cheerfully. 

Eren felt so out of the loop. 

“Uh?”

“I’ll just explain it to you when we meet up to work on it.”

That was the last thing that Eren was expecting from him. All the color left his face and he stared at Levi with too many emotions flickering through his eyes as fast as the thoughts that were racing through his head. 

“Here’s my number, I’ll get yours from Isabel and we’ll meet up tonight.” Without another word, Levi slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. 

Eren was so shocked, eyes raking over the numbers that were scribbled on the torn piece of paper in front of him. Isabel was still giggling when he turned to her. 

“What the fuck just happened?”

“You and Levi are partners for the project.”


He was still trying to wrap his brain and his thoughts around the fact that he was actually in front of Levi’s apartment door, hesitant to knock as he gripped his phone in his hand because he needed something to hold onto to keep his sanity in check. 

“Hey, you made it,” Levi said as he opened the door. 

“Y-yeah?” Eren stuttered and he wanted to jump over the railing behind him.

“C’mon. Don’t stand out there like an idiot.” He opened the door wider for Eren to step through, which he did, reluctantly. It was immaculately clean. Something he didn’t expect any less of Levi honestly. 

He said something, pausing when Eren didn’t answer. “Jesus, you do zone out a lot.”

Eren blushed, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Levi padded into the kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable. Just take your shoes off. Do you want something to drink? Seems like you need it, you’re kinda tense.” Eren wasn’t sure if it was playful tone that laced through his words, and he seemed to be thinking way too into it because Levi did bring him a drink. It was practically thrust into his hands. 

They sat quietly, Eren much more tense than Levi even with the couple glasses of wine that ran through his system. “Seriously, I’m not gonna bite,” Levi finally said and Eren glanced over at him. “I mean, unless you want me to.” He made his comment as though he was talking about casual things like the weather as Eren’s face burst into a bright red.

It didn’t make it any better that Levi chuckled, seemingly laughing at him. “You’re cuter than I expected you to be.”

“Huh?” There was panic in Eren’s eyes that Levi picked up instantly. 

“Like, I had been planning to invite you over to obviously, I had thought about it before. You’re cute.”

Eren had to be dreaming. There had to be way more alcohol in his system than he thought there was. “So, uh,” he cleared his throat. “A-about the project?”

“That’s not why I invited you over. I knew that if I just simply invited you over to hang out and talk, you’d say no and so I needed an excuse.” Eren was fucking shocked, his jaw hanging open, astonished. He didn’t know what to say or what to do and Levi was moving much to close for him to react.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Levi voice was like silk, his breath fanning over Eren’s already hot face and he was shaking. Levi’s hand was on his, giving it a small squeeze while the other reached up. He grabbed Eren’s chin gently between his thumb and index finger and turned it so that he could place a gentle and chaste kiss on his.

Eren squeaked, actually fucking squeaked and Levi laughed. Honest-to-God laughed and Eren knew this was the moment that he had died and went to heaven. 

“Wh-what—why—I don’t—”

“Relax, Eren.” Levi shushed. “You don’t have to say anything. Actions speak louder than words you know.” There was that smile and Eren couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “I know you like me, have for a long time. And also Isabel told me but that’s beside the point—”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“The point is,” Levi continued, ignoring his outburst. “Is that I like you too and so you don’t need to act like you’re not staring anymore. You’re really bad at hiding it anyway.”

Eren was still speechless. He was at a loss for words and just stared at Levi, eyes exmaining his face and taking in the fact that they kissed and that Levi actually likes him too

“Wait,” Eren pulls away for a second. “Was there even a project then?”

Levi smiles, pressing a kiss to Eren’s nose. “Nope.”


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Ignoti Nulla Cupido (17/20).

Prompt: Nat came to you in order to keep her and Tony’s promise to keep you safe, but how would they react when they’ll learn about the secret you’ve been keeping since you left Bucky’s side?

Word Count: 621.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Nope, some fluff for you for a change.

A/N: First part of this finla week, get ready.
Thanks @evanstanss again for looking at this for me!

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(Y/N) woke up shortly after Jay’s departure, eyes looking confused at her surroundings until they locked themselves into Bucky’s sapphire orbs. A sigh of relief falling from her lips as she realized that this time she was not alone to endure the torturous hours of each day.

“James”

“Shh, don’t talk. You’ve been through so much trauma in the past few days that your body is still recovering” A sad smile on his beautiful lips while his hand cupped her face.

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LoneStorm’s Official Fairy Tail Fanfic Rec List

Alrighty, requested by an anon, my so far fave Fairy Tail multichapter fics!  You’ll probably pick up on how much I love AUs… 

There are some I’m following and haven’t decided on the favorite label yet.  Need to see a LOT of writing before I decide to add, so please don’t feel insulted if you don’t see yours on this list yet.  Or I may not have found it yet haha.  But please send me ones you think should be on the list and I will read and add, even if they’re your own!

Find all my faves (Including awesome oneshots)  on my favorites list on ff.net, but here are my personal recs including ones on tumblr, in alphabetical order.  Ones not marked with the (complete) are still ongoing.  (All have Nalu, Gruvia, Gajevy, Jerza, and the rest is pretty random):

AAA by BlackLynx17

EEE!  In one sentence, the shy otaku freshmen, Wendy, starts an anime club to make friends and shenanigans ensue.  It’s hilarious and though slightly cheesy and confusing at times, it’s a fun read and rather heartwarming.  Natsu’s adorable.  

Age of Gladiators by Nicole4211

WOW.  Historically accurate and picturesque descriptions and interesting plot ftw.  Saw some really good art on this by approvesport.  Natsu as prince but dad gets killed when going off for arranged marriage in Rome and has to become a gladiator and AWESOME STUFF HAPPENS but beware of the smut children do try to keep a clean mind and skip that…  :)

Assassin’s Creed: Bonds by Soprana-Snap

THOSE DESCRIPTIONS THO yeah I know nothing about the game but you don’t really need to to understand.  It’s so FANTASTIC ALREADY EEK So Natsu’s an awesome Assassin (except he doesn’t kill anyone, and that’s why we love him) in the Fairy Tail Assassin’s guild, and when he’s ‘practicing’ he just so happens to fall off a roof.  Don’t worry – he grabs onto a window, but it happens to be the window of a rich heiress longing for freedom… woohoo!!!

Bound by Lock and Key by Ayumu Foxtail-chan

OOO!  This new chapter came out the other day and I FREAKED.  I don’t even know why Natsu is the secret, powerful boy hidden in her father’s dungeon BUT I WANNA SO BAD!  Hard to explain but AWESOME READ IT!!!

Controlled Chaos by Absolutely Unsure (Complete)

This is a buncha beautiful Nalu oneshots in a collection.  Makes your shipper heart sooooar…  These were just fantastic and I couldn’t stop reading it.  But beware – don’t get too excited about the multichapter one in the middle because the fic hasn’t updated in a loooong time.

Dark Waters by Miss Mungoe

WOW FAB!!!  Seen a lot of art for this too, much by the fabulous rboz.  So shark-people/mermaid AU GAJEVY CUTEST EVER mermaid gets a forbidden crush on a shark dude and CHAOS AND EVIL ENSUE AHAHA oh and check out Mungoe’s other stuff too she’s fantastic all around.

Dragon’s Guide to Claim Your Mate by BlackLynx17 (Complete)

I know what you’re thinking.  "Storm, no, not the mating season cliche!“  Chill, dudes.  I know the idea of Natsu’s dragon instincts making Lucy his 'mate’ or whatever is overused and considered way too… no.  But this story is one of the most hilarious and adorable you’ll ever read and I have read it several times.  Ignore the slight OOC and unrealisticness and enjoy the story and Naluness.  Basically Natsu figures he’s in love so he looks at the 'Dragon’s Guide’ that Igneel left him for advice.  Please don’t go without reading ehehehe

Living With Him by amehanaa

OKAY OKAY SO THIS FIC OKAY THIS FIC I FREAK OUT MY FANGIRL SHIP FEELS AL;SDKFJA;SK okay so this one is basically Lucy and Natsu accidentally get assigned the same apartment as high schoolers and decide all they can do is keep it that way, for cost and necessity reasons.  And then stUFF HAPPENS!!!

Love at First Site by amehanaa (Complete)

One of my fave Nalu fics of all all all time.  Honestly my feels couldn’t survive a single chapter of this beautiful frickin’ fluff and cuteness and UGH well basically Lucy gets a laptop, and the first art site she goes on, she sees there’s this guy who likes to draw, and she likes to watch him do it on the site.  Eventually, he invites her to his friends’ and his private chatroom and CUTENESS HAPPENS.

My Sk8er Boi by Tatertotrocks (Complete)

Awww, but the tough guy cute girl thing…  short AU fic but so cute, what with all the skateboarder boy falls for ballerina girl that’s restricted by her father and… just read it.  <3  Cuteness you will find nowhere else.

On Whom the Pale Moon Gleams by snogfairy

WOW SNOGFAIRY SENPAI This is the first fic I read by her and I am still amazed.  This entire concept and they’re so in character and now we’ve got some action and Nalu Nalu Nalu and it’s really hard to explain so just trust that it’s one of my favorite things ever and go read it because WOW LIFE THIS FIC

Opposites Attract by Bugseey

Ah, a lil OOC but it takes a lot to get on this list so that’s fine with me, personally.  Band member that has a mysterious past falls for a young business woman and funny stuff and later action and drama happen and YAY!

Passion is Technically Passion by EvilByNecessity (Complete)

Also a bit OOC but HILARIOUS AND SO CUTE AND WORTH THE READ!  High school AU in which Lucy and Natsu are arch enemies… but do they really hate each other as much as they say they do?  I laughed so much please read.

Possession by HawkofNavarre (Complete)

I CRIED IT WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL STORY.  (And then went back and read it like five times)  A very very accurate version about how canon Natsu and Lucy fall in love and ugh just so good.  Really quality.

Shaved Ice by EvilByNecessity

LAUGHED JUST AS MUCH AS HER NALU ONE OMG.  Gruvia prequel to Passion is Technically Passion. Juvia, skilled at swimming though awful on ice, joins the hockey team in order to get closer to the hot captain that she’s in love with.  Much shipping and SO SO FUNNY.

Tails&Talons by snogfairy

alskdja;lkjfa;lkjs honestly probably everyone is reading this because SNOG SENPAI IS THE OFFICIAL FAIRY TAIL WRITER OF THE FANDOM AND AMAZINGNESS WOOT.  CUTEST AU – Natsu is a tattoo artist that gets hired by his cousin, whose shop is next to that of a pretty florist and BEAUTIUFL NALU HAPPENS. *SPOILER* (omg Natsu and Lucy made out like FINALLY ABOUT FREAKING TIME SENPAI… not that I’m one to talk…)

Tales of Fairies by RicardanScholar Clark-Weasley

I cannot explain my love for this fic.  It’s a massive oneshot collection, over 200 chapters, all quality and full of feels, humor, shipping, angst, and ANY FT THING YOU COULD THINK OF!! It updates about every single day.  So, so much love for this.  Every member of the Fairy Tail fandom should be following this.  Much Nalu.

The Amulet of Pyralis by rivendell101

Not very long yet but SUPER INTERESTING AND LIKE YOU JUST ABSOLUTELY NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS YOUR HEART WILL BE BURNING WITH “OMG RIVENDELL TELL ME HOW THE THING HAPPENS ALREADY!!”   It’s a Djinn AU (I don’t really know what that is.)  But basically Lucy is one of the last of the Djinn Clan, who had been wiped out.  Kept in a prison, Lucy never dreamed she’d regain enough magic to break free… (A lot more than that – awesome stuff about the amulet that I cannot yet explain well so JUST READ IT)

The Dragon’s Ward by au revoir pets (Complete)

This is one of the most quality and heartwarming Nalu fics I have read.  Mentioned it in TKOF, too.  Ooooh, the feels.  Everyone on earth should read.  The princess, put to sleep to be protected from the evil Hades, is guarded by a boy with the powers of a dragon…

Troublemaker by LaynaPanda

OOC but so worth it omg.  Natsu is the guy that always torments her, but she ends up falling for him, and his jealousy is proving that he may be hiding something as well… High school AU and super addicting.

Unwanted Necessity by AelithiaSienne

Very, very interesting AU – boarding high school yet with magic and magical Nalu that warms the shipper heart.  Lucy’s the scary girl in school that has to put up a mask to keep herself safe, and while Natsu would have nothing to do with her by choice, he bears a terrible curse in which he just cannot stay away…  It’s really going somewhere!  I wasn’t going to put it on the list because the author had abandoned it, but just the other day, she updated and said she’d decided to continue!  ‘Tis fated to be put on the list, I suppose…  (Some commonly repeating typos, but worth the read nevertheless)

We Are Young by koa-chan

WOW THE WRITING IT’S SO SO SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL A;SLKJFASL;DFJ I CRIED.  A LOT.  YOU KNOW HOW OFTEN I CRY.  ALMOST NEVER.  This author is just so skilled in putting all emotions into the piece, making amazingly long chapters that come out every month,  and keeping the characters beautifully… in character ehe.  This is a high school AU but it is the ultimate high school AU – don’t live without reading this.  Your life would be unfulfilled.  

What’s a Witch by mslead

MSLEAD IS MY FRIEND AND SENPAI. SHE ALWAYS SAID SHE WAS A BAD WRITER WHICH  IS BULLSHIT BECAUSE THIS IS AMAZING.  Okay awesomeness Nalu AU in which Natsu is a demon king that accidentally gets himself bonded by accidental magic to this human girl on earth.  So far it follows the story of them trying to survive with one another until they can get Natsu back to where he came from… if he still wants to leave by then…  THE WRITING IS QUALITY OKAY READ IT

Your Virtual Reality by Dark Shining Light

OOO This one has a really interesting plot!  Reminds me a bit of SAO.  Though they are best friends, Natsu seems to be pushing Lucy away, mostly through playing his new video game.  So Lucy gives it a try… and ends up stuck in the game!  Still wondering how she’s gonna get out and the SUSPENSE A;LSDJFASDFJ

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anonymous asked:

Hey there! So I'm not sure if requests are open, but if they are would you mind writing a marvel oneshot where Loki and reader have been best friends for years but recently he is mean to her and makes fun of her because he she is also friends with Thor and they've become closer and he thinks they like each other and is jealous. But one time he goes too far and really upsets the reader and Thor confronts Loki about his behaviour and how much it hurt the reader because she likes him. Fab! Thanks!

Pairing: Loki x Reader / Thor x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: angst + cliffhanger

A/N: THIS IS GOING TO HAVE A PART 2! (also, thank you so much for your request my love <3)

                                                        *****

“Are you ready?” Thor asked, patiently waiting outside of your room.

His breath got stuck in his throat when you opened the door, his mouth forming an ‘O’ and admiring your beauty.

The red dress looked like it was a second skin. It suited you perfectly and made you look like a goddess. Like a goddess that would fit Thor’s side perfectly.

“Is this okay?” you asked self-consciously.

“You look like a queen, (Y/N),” he kissed your hand and then grinned at you.

“Oh stop it, you..,” you laughed and hooked your arm with his, then you both went down to where the party was being held.

A lot of eyes were on the two of you when you entered and even more people started whispering immediately. 

You really did look like you were made for each other.

And one man in particular wasn’t thrilled about that.

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