When you look back at the first couple episodes with the knowledge that Victor came to Hasetsu already sort of crushing on Yuuri, and therefore his flirting was him really trying to get this boy to notice and want to date him (as opposed to a flirty playboy persona he shows to everyone which is what a lot of fans thought was going on at first before Victor legitimately grew interested in him), it becomes clear how adorably BAD he was at it. And I mean, to me it makes it obvious that this is a guy with very, very little actual romantic experience. And that’s so charming, lovable?
Local heartthrob living legend figure skater has no idea how to successfully flirt with crush. Because contrary to belief, and contrary to his charismatic front, this poor man has been a workaholic who hasn’t really taken the chance to have any sort of fun for the past twenty years. Hug him, Yuuri.
oh sorry one more thing so in fourth year Mrs. Weasley knits Harry a Weasley sweater but this time with a DRAGON on it, plus he gets a little dragon model of the Horntail and I just have this headcanon that like most kids with horses and dinos Harry blooms into the "dragon obsessed stage" at 14 but JK just didn't feel like mentioning it. (charlie understands, ron is lowkey mortified since his dragon phase was age 8)
I endorse this headcanon 200%! And while we’re at it, I actually often wonder what happened to that tiny Horntail. Like, where did it go.
“Harry set his tiny model of the Hungarian Horntail on the table next to his bed, where it yawned, curled up and closed its eyes. Really, Harry thought, as he pulled the hangings on his four-poster closed, Hagrid had a point… they were all right, really, dragons…”
Was it somewhat alive? Did it need to eat? Something tells me that the answer to both of these questions is no and that it was probably an ordinary still model with temporary charms (which will wear off eventually) on it, but I still love this idea of Harry keeping it as a pet and feeding it frogs and mice.
When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he’s not easy to spot; he’s really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.
It’d been a while since he really
saw her last. After they’d gone off to university, he’d had a hectic schedule
that didn’t allow him much time to socialize with his friends from middle
school or high school. Plus, with Nino away in Spain, and Alya’s web journalism
internship they hardly had a chance to all get together.
Seeing her now, sitting on her
balcony quietly consumed in sketching, Chat Noir was hit with an overwhelming
wave of nostalgia.
You’d originally stolen his hoodie from his locker because
it had been colder than you had expected and he had no objection. You ended up
wearing it quite a lot and Stiles often encouraged it saying that you looked
adorable before kissing you on the forehead and walking with his arm across
your shoulders. While that was the truth he just hoped that his signature red
hoodie was enough to let anyone interested know that you were taken and who by.
What better way was there to show that you had the Lacrosse
team’s captain’s heart than to wear his Lacrosse jacket? It had his last name
boldly written on the back and for the select few who had a more supernatural
sense of smell, it was easy for them to
realise who it and you belong to. You also loved it because you were constantly
surrounded by his scent and it calmed you. When Scott realised he really loved
you was when he was returning to class after leaving to ‘go to the bathroom’.
You were getting really nervous and he could feel your heightened heart beat as
if it was his own. But just as he got to the door your heart beat slowed down
to normal and he saw that you’d pulled his jacket off of his chair next to you
and slipped it on. Your small smile only got wider when he came back into the
room and kissed you on the forehead before sitting down again.
Isaac was just generally unhappy if you weren’t wearing one
of his scarves. You had figured him out
pretty quickly and realised that it was his way of letting everyone know that
you were his. He made up excuses: ‘you look cold’ or ‘it goes with what you’re
wearing’ even when it really didn’t. But you didn’t really bring it up because
he was happy and that’s what mattered.
Especially with his IED, Liam had trouble controlling
himself when someone else started to flirt with you. On bad days they just had
to look in your direction and Liam pounced on them before you or one of the
pack could pull him off. Liam had done just that and almost really hurt one of
your close friends because he thought he had been just too close to you. You’d
yelled at him when you got to your house after school, the frustration of his
over protectiveness just got to you. Liam ran off and you immediately regretted
every word that had left your mouth. He came back only a couple minutes later with
a silk pouch. Inside was a necklace with a charm in the shape of an L. “I know
it’s kinda stupid but I was going to give it to you for your birthday, and …
and I have one too.” He showed you his wrist where he was wearing a bracelet
with the same thin silver chain and a charm of the first letter of your name.
You knew you were falling hard for this boy.
Derek worried when you were at school. He knew you wouldn’t
even think about cheating on him but he wasn’t so sure about the no-good hormonal
teenagers. This wasn’t helped by Isaac and Stiles who had tried to flirt with
you within Derek’s earshot. It didn’t end well. So he started leaving hickeys
on your neck. You tried to cover them with your hair but they were always
visible to anyone who was near enough. But they worked. Also, you couldn’t resist Derek stupid smirk any time he caught
sight of them.
Jordan liked to pick you up from school to make sure
everyone knew you weren’t available and often used his break to do so. If he
had the time he would park down the road
and wait at the gate so you could walk together with his arm around your waist.
But he preferred it when he didn’t as he would pull right up to the door where
you would be waiting. He told you that it was just so he could see you as he
was often too busy but you knew he liked seeing the faces of the hormonal
teenage boys who tried to hit on you. But you endured it and rushed round to open
the door and kiss his smirking lips before he sped off again. “I can feel you
rolling your eyes y/n.”
Every girl has their own scent that they spray on every
morning and means you can usually tell who was coming around the corner or down
the stairs, Lydia was no different. After you spent time cuddling and watching
a movie she realised that her perfume had somehow got onto you. She decided
there and then that she loved it when you smelled like her. Lydia also figured
that if you were wearing the same perfume as her people would, albeit
unconsciously, associate you with her.
Allison didn’t let anyone think that you weren’t taken. In
the hallways, she would sneak up on you
and wrap her arms around your waist, even if you were talking to someone. In class, she would hold your hand while sitting
behind you. At lunch, she would place a
finger underneath your chin so she could turn your face towards her and kiss
you. Sometimes people would complain and tell you to get a room but Allison
would just swear at them, after all, you
wouldn’t exchange the affection for anything in the world.
Okay yes, he’s adorable and kind and has endearing quirks and takes loving care of his creatures. You won’t hear me denying that. But…
I feel like people have been characterizing him a bit incorrectly. Like, people see him as vulnerable and awkward and nervous, but, well…
1. He’s badass. He jumped into the fray and apparated along the rooftops to save Credence. He’s every bit as brave as a Gryffindor, though he does it for different reasons. He was the one who subdued Grindelwald (while still in pain from the Cruciatus curse) and used the Revelio charm. And then, y’know, saved the whole wizarding world from exposure. And when he saved Tina? “I’ve got you?” Of course we’re all swooning at that, and it’s not because he’s a cinnamon roll.
2. We know he’s been hurt in the past and that he doesn’t quite understand humans, but he doesn’t really deliberately shy away from them either. He’s perfectly content to start hanging out with Jacob, and has no problem making friends with him. In fact, he’s the one to invite Jacob into his case.
3. In most of the fics I’ve read, Newt is extremely shy and nervous about approaching Tina (or “y/n”). But in canon? He seemed pretty confident to me when he tucked her hair back. He wasn’t stuttering like nearly every single fic shows him doing (not that there’d be anything wrong with it if he did, but he doesn’t). Yes, he was a bit awkward, but he wasn’t really all that nervous.
4. Another thing about fics: They always portray him as anxious. But this is the guy who said “My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.” I’m not sure if this precludes him from being a cinnamon roll, but I thought it was worth pointing out.
5. He’s quite good at magic. Consider the whole world he created in his suitcase using Undetectable Extension Charms and as well as many other spells, I’m sure. Also, Apparition isn’t simple; it requires both concentration and clear visualization of the destination. Newt Apparated along the rooftops in pursuit of the Obscurus, and then again several times in the Subway station to get away from it while battling Grindelwald and trying to calm Credence down. I know Apparition isn’t as hard when the destination is very close by, but still, if that’s not impressive, I don’t know what is.
6. Do you remember that time he threw the Swooping Evil in Jacob’s face because it was funny?? Yeah. Not so cinnamon-roll-y. (Thanks to @misshufflpuff for reminding me of this!)
7. He is sexy. Oh my goodness. Everyone talks about how cute and sweet he is but let’s be real, this man is also INCREDIBLY physically attractive. Why don’t we talk about that more? (If it’s because we don’t want to objectify Eddie, that’s an acceptable answer. Still and all.)
8. “I will protect him!” Oh no, honey. Newt Scamander will protect you. (Unless you’re Tina and an Auror, in which case you’ll protect each other.)
kim seokjin x
roommate! jin, college! jin genre/warnings— smut, fluff, slight
angst (more like over dramatics) words—
when the college roommate you thought was definitely going to be girl turns out
to be the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever encountered in all your years of life? It’s
a stupid misunderstanding on your part, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad
Summary: You can’t help but slowly develop feelings for librarian Bucky Barnes.
Word Count: 977
A/N: wow i just couldn’t stop thinking about soft!librarian!bucky and well here you go
Being cooped up in the library from late afternoon to early evening definitely wasn’t the ideal way you’d been wanting to spend your Thursday, but your professors clearly had other plans because they were just piling on the work.
Although you didn’t mind, simply because the librarian happened to be the cutest boy you’d ever seen. He was tall in stature and very well built, usually wearing a large sweater of sorts paired with some simple black jeans. His brown locks were more often than not pulled into a sleek bun, a couple of strands escaping around his face.
Your favourite days were when his hair was down, framing his face as he had to tuck the strands behind his ears as he catalogued the various assortment of books.
You remember the first time you met those bright blue eyes, being completely entranced in his gaze, his smile making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“Do you need any help finding anything?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say behind you, startling you a bit.
“Oh no I’m okay, I’ll just ask the librarian,” you said somewhat quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you admired the man standing in front of you in his dark green jumper.
“I am the librarian, sweetheart,” he chuckled as your mouth hung open, a string of apologies flowing out as your cheeks blushed at your embarrassment.
You’d started coming into the library more often because of him, he never failed to brighten up your day. Even if it was a simple hello you got from him, it made your stomach flutter and your heart thud in your chest.
“Long night again, doll?” You heard a soft voice ask as you pried your tired eyes away from your textbook, “you know it is, Buck,” you giggled as his own heart fluttered loving the way his (nick)name rolled off your lips.
“You sure you don’t need anything?” He asked, bending down so he was now eye level to you, “I’m sure,” you said sweetly as he nodded, “you know where I am if anything,” he smiled before leaving you be, leaving your heart hammering as usual.
Bucky had become your safety net through the months, always there to hear you rant about your professors or that one group member that doesn’t do any work.
He’d been there more than once when school had gotten too much for you and you needed a distraction. He’d been more than happy to wheel in an old TV and play old cartoon while making jokes to ease your stress.
Which is why you weren’t surprised that you had started falling for him, slowly but surely you had developed feelings for him. You never acted on those feelings knowing you’d rather stay friends and not awkward once friends.
You were also fairly positive that a man with such good looks most definitely had a girlfriend, although you’d never asked since you didn’t exactly want to venture into that territory.
“Doll,” you heard Bucky’s voice from where he sat at his desk, “it’s time to go,” he said as you looked up and gave him a weak smile before starting to pack up your things.
You don’t know how it happened but Bucky had walked you back to your place one night and ever since then it had become a tradition and he refused to let you walk home alone.
You gave him another tired smile, joining beside him as he opened the door for you, the cold autumn air nipping at the delicate skin of your face, “it’s getting cold,” you said absentmindedly as the two of you began walking back to your place.
It must’ve been a few seconds after those words left your mouth that you felt Bucky place his beanie on top of your head, smoothing it down, “can’t have you getting cold now can we?” He teased as you let out a small laugh.
You both walked in comfortable silence, one of you occasionally breaking it to point something out as your arms bumped against each others until you made it to the front of your building.
“Thanks again,” you told Bucky, standing on the second step of the stairs so you were eye level with him, “it was no problem, doll,” he said softly a small smile gracing his features.
Tonight felt different.
Bucky had always made an effort in walking you home, especially on late night, but tonight, there was something more glinting in his eyes. He appeared a little on edge, nervous maybe as he fiddled with his fingers.
“Hey, uh, are you busy tomorrow?” He piped up, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t be later in the evening, why?” You asked calmly despite the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minutes and your thoughts were racing.
“I was wondering i-if you’d maybe wanna grab some t-tea with me?” He stuttered and you could’ve sworn that your heart ballooned in love for the man who was always so charming now stuttering and tripping over his words.
“I would really like that, Buck,” you said softly, a smile on your face as one appeared on his face, “I-I’ll pick you up at six?” He asked excitedly as you giggled lightly, “I’ll see you then, Bucky,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, walking into your building leaving him looking like he slept with a hanger in his mouth.
His heart fluttered and raced all at the same time the entire way back home as he thought about you, she said yes he mumbled to himself in disbelief as he chuckled to himself.
“She said yes,” he repeated one last time before walking into his house, anxiously awaiting for your date with him.
N: I thought it was really nice. There were a lot of nice, new people.
S: Yeah, you liked them?
N: Yes! Such as, or like, that guy Yousef. Do you know him well?
N: Yeah, your brother’s friend.
S: No, not that well.
N: He was quite charming though!
S: If you think being immature is charming.
N: I thought he seemed quite mature?
S: Trust me. You don’t want a muslim boy.
N: Why not
S: Because, just trust me, they… They`re together with Norwegian girls just to take advantage of them. And as soon as they’re serious, when they actually want a woman in their life… They marry a muslim girl and ditch you.
N: Don`t you think that’s generalizing a bit?
S: It’s not generalising. Muslims can only marry muslims. It says so in the Koran.
S: Why are we talking about Yourself, aren’t you together with William?
S: Or, what… What’s going on with you two?
N: Umm. You know. You know that thing with why I came back from London?
S: Because he worked all the time? Wasn’t that it?
N: But, that’s in a way not the whole truth.
SN: Hi! I was just wondering. Aren’t you on a bus?
N: Yes! It’s a russe buss, yes.
SN: Yeah, we’re looking for someone to buy our bus, and we’re finished in may so I thought I’d check with you.
S: How much do you want for it?
N: Yes, Sana is in on our bus.
SN: Yes, um, 300.000?
V: What’s that?
SN: We’re selling our bus.
V: Really! That’s something we’re very, very interested in!
V: That’s what a bus costs. When can we come and look at it?
SN: Sometimes this week? I can send you a tekst. Bye!
N: Hello? We can’t start buying buses for 300.000! We’re 5 people!”
V: That’s what a bus costs. I mean, all the buses are being sold at the moment. So if we’re going to try to buy a bus in may 2018, that’s not going to work. We have to buy a bus now, or there won’t be a bus!
M: I could join the bus, if you need people?
S: I agree with Vilde
N: We don’t have 300.000 kroners!
S: It’s not like they need the money by tomorrow. We’ll sort it out.
N: How are we supposed to sort that out?
V: You know what, Noora? You must read a book that I’m currently reading. It’s called The Secret. And it’s about if you just let the universe happen, everything will manifest in your life. You just have to be responsive.
M: You know so much about the universe.
V: I’m very interested in the universe.Like planets and stuff. And stars…
Sooo I’m rereading OotP right now, and idk I just kinda thought of this, so I took the idea and ran with it. Not sure if it’s good or not lmao
As Harry walked into the Room of Requirement, he smiled and happily began setting up for that week’s DA meeting. He was really looking forward to this one, as was everyone else, because he was finally going to begin teaching them the Patronus Charm. Just as he had finished getting everything ready, there was a knock on the door, and Ron and Hermione quickly entered. It wasn’t long until everyone had arrived, and they could finally begin.
The meeting started out as they usually did. Everyone simply greeted each other, and once they had all settled down, Harry explained what they would be doing. At the mention of conjuring a patronus, there were murmurs of excitement going around the room. Just as Harry was about to begin giving instructions on how to do this difficult charm, there was another knock on the door.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged looks of apprehension. Everyone seemed to have the same thought in mind as the three of them: What if it’s Umbridge?
“If it were her, I don’t think she would be so polite as to simply knock,” Hermione muttered, attempting to quell everyone’s worry despite her own being very evident on her face.
Harry gave everyone a look that told them all to remain quiet as he cautiously approached the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, opening the door a crack, through which his eyes immediately spotted a shock of white-blond hair.
Harry slammed the door and turned to the group with wide eyes. Ron and Hermione rushed over to him.
“It’s Malfoy,” he said anxiously.
They all knew Malfoy was keen on getting anyone who wasn’t in Slytherin into trouble, especially those in Gryffindor, and would certainly stoop as low as working with Umbridge to do so.
“Did he see you?” Ron asked.
“I think so, but-” Harry was cut off by yet another knock.
Just like the first knock, it was not one of brute force that demanded entrance, but a polite knock, as if asking permission to come in.
“Maybe you should just…see what he wants?” Hermione suggested.
“Right, and land myself in detention, carving words into my hand for the rest of the year. No thanks, Hermione, I’ll pass.”
“Well you said that you think he saw you, so if what he wants is to rat you out to Umbridge, he would have done it already, but he’s still here.”
Harry looked around and saw that everyone’s eyes were on him.
“Fine. I’ll see what he wants. While I do that, you guys can all just pair up, and practice some of the stuff we worked on previously.”
They all hesitantly did as Harry asked, and Harry then turned back to the door. With a large sigh, he tugged it open and quickly stepped outside so Malfoy couldn’t see who else was in the room.
“What do you want?” Harry snapped, giving Malfoy a sharp glare.
Draco was slightly taken aback at Harry’s hostility, though it wasn’t entirely unexpected.
“I wanted to join in on your meeting…”
Harry attempted to feign innocence.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Draco rolled his eyes and snorted.
“Come off it, Potter. You act like you all do a good job of keeping it a secret, running around school muttering about meetings and spells together. It’s a wonder how Umbridge doesn’t know exactly what you’re all up to yet. I mean I knew she was quite dense, but come on.”
Harry just stared at Draco for a few moments. Maybe he was just waiting for Harry to confess so he could run and tell her.
Draco could clearly see what Harry was thinking.
“Look, I want to pass my OWLs just as much as you all do. My parents would have a right fit if I received anything less than an E on any of them. And speaking of my parents, well, as you know, my father isn’t exactly…morally correct. I know as well as you that Voldemort is on the rise again, and I’m not going to lie…I’m scared. I put on a show for my father of acting like I agree with Voldemort’s intentions, but I don’t. I want to learn how to defend myself, too, because when it comes down to it, Voldemort doesn’t care about blood status; if he doesn’t like you, it doesn’t matter if you’re pureblood or a mud- er…muggle born. He’ll kill you without a second thought.”
Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. For whatever reason, maybe because Draco was giving him a look that made him feel something funny in his stomach, he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Fine, you can come in. But you’ll have to sign something.”
Harry figured that if Malfoy was just going to run and tell on them all afterwards, at least they would all have the small consolation of him having horrendous acne all over his face.
When the two of them stepped back into the Room of Requirement, everyone turned to stare at Malfoy, and then Harry with disbelief.
“Uhm…we have a new member,” he said awkwardly before grabbing the parchment with all of their signatures and having Malfoy sign.
Everyone eyed Draco skeptically, but said nothing.
“Right, now that that’s all settled, I guess we can get started on patronuses.”
Harry explained the incantation to them all: how to do it, what it’s used for, and how each is unique to the person casting it.
Harry then easily casted his patronus, a great stag erupting from the end of his wand, to demonstrate.
Everyone, especially Draco, Harry noticed, was staring at him in awe.
“So that’s really it. Just think of something really happy, and say the words. It seems quite easy, but don’t be discouraged if you don’t get it right away. It’s really advanced magic.”
They all had forgotten about Draco’s presence and quickly got into groups or pairs, excited to try the charm themselves.
Unsurprisingly, Draco was left without a partner, so Harry begrudgingly offered to work with him.
“Expecto Patronum,” Draco muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time, still without any effect. Harry was beginning to take pity on him. He knew how frustrating it was.
“You’re not thinking of a happy enough memory. Just take a break and try to think of something else while I go around and check on how everyone else is doing.”
Draco simply nodded and watched as Harry walked off to a different group, smiling at Luna Lovegood as she showed him her patronus that took the form of a hare.
Draco sighed and started to feel worse as he watched every other person in the room have a go at the charm. Even if they were unable to cast a clear, full patronus, they all at least had silver mist coming from their wands. Draco attempted the charm once more on his own, but nothing happened. No glorious animal and no silver mist; just utter disappointment. He couldn’t understand why this was so difficult for him, as he had never had trouble with the charms they performed in Defense Against the Dark Arts before.
After Harry had made his rounds, he returned to Draco.
“Ready to try again?” Harry asked cheerily, though he was unsure why. This was Malfoy he was talking to, after all.
“I guess so,” Draco grumbled before raising his wand and saying the words. To no surprise, nothing happened, and Draco rolled his eyes, annoyed with his own incompetence.
Harry quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Are you sure you’re thinking of something happy?”
Draco shot him a glare but said nothing. He tried and failed a few more times before finally just giving up. Harry looked at him sympathetically, and was about to say something to him, but then he realized the time, and quickly rushed everyone out, assuring them that he’d let them know when their next meeting would be.
Harry hadn’t realized that there was still one person remaining in the room with him. When he turned and saw Draco still standing there, he jumped slightly.
“I just wanted to apologize…for wasting your time.”
Harry shook his head.
“You didn’t waste my time, Malfoy. The whole point of this is to help people learn proper defense. Today’s lesson was really difficult magic that some grown wizards cannot even perform.”
“Well, no one else seemed to have trouble with it.”
“They all knew what we would be doing at today’s meeting and probably read up on it a bit. It’s nothing to beat yourself up about.”
“I couldn’t even get that stupid silver mist to come out of my wand, Potter,” Draco spat.
“It’s okay, we’re going to keep working on it.”
“There’s no point in me even coming again. I’m obviously helpless.”
Harry rolled his eyes at how overdramatic Draco was being, but at the same time, he could see how much this was bothering him, and really wanted to help.
“Maybe it’s your wand movement. Here, watch me.” Harry quickly pulled out his wand and aimed it at nothing in particular. “Expecto Patronum.”
Draco watched, as the silver stag once again appeared. Harry let it trot around for a bit before pulling his wand away.
“Now you try.”
Harry watched as Draco prepared to try again.
“Stop,” he said as Draco began moving his arm. “You’re not starting the motion correctly.”
Harry moved behind Draco and put his hand around his wrist to reposition his arm. Draco blushed at the contact. Harry then helped Draco do the full motion.
After doing this a few times, Harry released Draco’s wrist and told him to try again. This time, a bit of silver mist shot from the end of Draco’s wand, and he quickly turned around excitedly to look at Harry, who was beaming at him.
“Did you see that?”
“I did. See, you’re already making progress. You just have to be a bit more positive.”
Harry then took in Draco’s expression. He was sure this was the first time he had ever seen him smiling in a way that wasn’t sinister or sarcastic. The way his lips so easily curved up into that grin was lovely. Harry’s eyes focused on Draco’s lips for several moments, and he soon realized how close the two of them were to each other. Harry thought back to that funny feeling Draco had given him before, but this time, it was amplified. If before he had butterflies in his stomach, they were hippogriffs now.
Harry smiled back and took a small step closer, nearly closing the distance between him and Draco, who was giving Harry a questioning look, but not moving away.
From the way Draco was gazing at him, Harry had a feeling Draco felt the same way he did. Without a second thought, Harry closed his eyes and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Draco’s.
It was a short kiss, but they both pulled away smiling, and before either of them could say or do anything else, Draco lifted his wand and, with confidence, shouted, “Expecto Patronum!”
Harry watched as something huge appeared. A magnificent, silver dragon flew about the room, and Harry couldn’t help but grin. He had never seen anything like it. He hadn’t even known it was possible to cast a dragon patronus.
After a while, Draco allowed the dragon to disappear, and he smiled at Harry.
“I guess I just needed something happier to think about.”
Harry blushed slightly but laughed.
“I guess so.”
Draco smiled slyly and leaned in to give Harry another quick kiss.
“I’ll remember that one for next time,” he said with a wink before turning and walking out of the Room of Requirement, looking forward to next week’s meeting.
“It’s too damn gorgeous,” is when I really fell for Michonne, way back in Clear. It was a glimpse at the person she once was and still could be, beneath a cold veneer of self-preservation. She opened up to Carl to reveal not just selflessness and softness, but also a warm sense of humor. To have Rick throw it back to that #iconic rainbow cat prompted a gushing gasp from me. It’s such a thoughtful thing to do. Also, did Carl tell him about it? Or did he just see the cat in the car and wonder about Michonne’s eccentric taste in art? I can just imagine him smiling to himself the very first time he sees it, charmed and bemused.
Rick gives the junkyard cat to her like it’s a prize he’s won for her at a fair, some kind of mascot of their relationship. I really don’t think it just catches his eye in that moment; he’s spotted it at some point earlier and made a mental note to take it for her. The cat reminded him of his girl. And in case its significance passed you by, it’s referenced again in Say Yes when Rick rather defiantly refuses to give it back. Boyfriend of the year.
Danai: She is a cat lady, I am not. I’m a dog person, she’s a cat lady. Cats keep to themselves, they mind their own business, they’re not trying to please you — that’s Michonne.
Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine
Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling
Request by @stevrgers:
hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret
Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!
Part 1(It’s not really that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2
Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Readerfeat. BTS
Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.
Genre: Mafia AU
Word count: 1,914
“We’re going to a party.” he said taking your hand and
guiding you downstairs. “No questions for now.”
He took you down the hall through a long corridor, lined with
many doors when you two stopped by one of them. He turned the handle and went
inside, you followed after him. It was a spacious room, similar to the one you
have been staying at for the last month and you realized it’s probably his.
“Here.” he said handing you a white box wrapped with a
You carefully untangled the ribbon and lifted the cover.
“Is this?” you asked taking a midnight blue colored
dress out. It had pretty flower laces on it.
“Do you like it?” he looked at you hopefully.
“It’s beautiful but… But I can’t take it.”
“You have to. I need you to get ready.”
“You still ask me why? You’re my wife, of course I’m taking
you.” he said. “But no more questions for now, I will explain everything to you
when we get there.”
You took the dress and looked around. He seemed to notice your
“You can change here.” he said. “You have got
nothing to hide, I had already seen you half naked.”
Your eyes widened at his statement, you could feel your cheeks
“I’m just teasing you.” he laughed. “You can use
the bathroom.” he said pointing to the door behind him. “Or do you
need any help with that?” he winked.
“No thank you.” you said, quickly rushing past him and
closing the door as soon as you were in. You sighed. It looks like his flirting
will never stop. The bathroom was large and you had a lot of space and
everything needed to get ready. You decided to start with your makeup. It
seemed ages since you had anything on because why bother, you didn’t need
anything staying in the same place for so long. You let your hair down and
slipped the dress on. To your surprise it fitted perfectly, it ended just a
little bit above your knees. How did he know your size? An image of him
measuring you in your sleep crossed your mind but you quickly brushed it off. What
the hell are you thinking? You put the high heels on and went to the door but
found yourself reluctant to go out.
“Come on, I don’t bite.” you heard Jongdae laugh. You
finally stepped out and saw him staring at you, his mouth agape. You spun
“Like what you see?” it was your time to tease him.
“Do I?” he smirked but you couldn’t deny that he
looked just as stunning. He wore suits all the time but somehow this one looked
extremely good on him, one of the reasons being that you two matched. You eyed
him from the bottom up when you noticed him struggling with his tie.
“Let me.” you said approaching him.
“It’s funny isn’t it? I have been wearing suits for so long
but somehow never get this part right, that’s why I prefer to have none on at
“No worries.” you said fixing it for him. “Now
you have me to do it for you.” you said and then realized what you just
blurted out. Still holding onto his tie, you looked up, your cheeks burning.
You met his gaze and couldn’t help but give him a smile which he returned.
“All done.” you said letting go of him. You two stood
there not saying anything just looking at each other.
“You know I-” he was the first to speak when a knock
on the door interrupted him.
“Boss? Are you ready? The car is here.” a man spoke
from the door.
“Yes, thank you, we will be right out.” he told him
and turned to you, before you had the chance to ask him what he wanted to say,
linking your arm with his. “Let’s go.”
He took you to the main hall where two other men were waiting.
They also had fancy suits on and you could tell just by their appearance that
they weren’t simple henchmen. The younger looking one of the two approached
you. He took your hand and gently pecked it.
“Nice to finally meet you.” you were so surprised by his action
that the only thing that snapped you out of it was Jongdae’s low voice.
“Sehun.” you looked at him and saw that he was staring daggers
at him. You haven’t seen him this angry since the first day you got here.
You’re happy that at least now you’re not the one receiving that death stare.
“Whoa whoa, no need to get so jealous, I was just greeting her.
“I swear, if you ever do something like this-“
“Nice to meet you, I’m Suho.” the other man shaked your hand,
stopping the two before they did something.
You only managed to utter a quiet hello when Jongdae took you
“Those two will also attend the party, so if anything happens
and I’m not around, you should go to them.” he said opening the car’s door for
you and getting into to driver’s seat himself. He turned around to check if the
others got to their cars and started the engine. You haven’t been outside for
so long that going for a ride now felt really strange and it wasn’t before long
that you reached your destination. You were expecting something fancy but
definitely not this. The party was literally being held at a mansion and you
were in awe by all the luxury. Jongdae helped you out and guided you to the
entrance greeting everyone politely as they passed by.
“Now listen to me very carefully.” he told you, handing the
invitation to the porter who opened the door to you two. There were already
hundreds of people inside but he took you to one of the corners near the bar.
“I need you to do me a little task.” he said. “I have some
business to take care of in here and I need you to distract a certain someone
“What? No I can’t.”
“You can do it.” he said squeezing your hands. “And after that
we can enjoy the party.” he was about to go when you stopped him.
“And you’re leaving just like that?” you asked him. “How do I
even know how to find him?”
“No need to worry about that.” he said glancing at the balcony.
“He already noticed you.”
You looked up and saw a man staring at you from above. He raised
his glass and smiled before turning around.
“Take care of this.” Jongdae said putting a silver necklace
around your neck. “It will help me find you, in case you run into any trouble.”
he smiled and kissed your forehead. “See you later.”
You watched his figure disappear in the large crowd of people.
You looked at the little pendant, the nice shade of blue somehow calmed you
down. You decided to go get a drink.
“This one is on me.” somebody said behind you. You turned around
and saw the man from the balcony. He had sweet orange colored hair and his eyes
were deep and it felt like he was staring into your soul.
“Thank you.” you stuttered. You didn’t want to look so nervous
but you couldn’t help it.
“So I see you’re familiar with Chen.”
“Chen?” you wondered but then quickly realized he’s probably
talking about Jongdae, you had no idea he had other identities or rather names.
You thought for a second if you should tell him the truth or lie and decided to
go with the latter if it means stalling him longer.
“Not really, no.” you sipped your drink. “He just offered to buy
me a drink but I didn’t feel like going with him.” you lied.
“I see…” he cooed. “So I should probably feel honoured, as you
accepted mine.” he smirked.
“I guess you should.” you chuckled.
“I’m Jimin by the way.” he finally introduced himself. “Another?”
he asked pointing at your empty glass.”
You two were talking about nothing in particular and maybe it
was his charming looks but you didn’t notice how fast time went by until you
looked at the clock. Two hours had already passed, where is Jongdae?
“May I?” Jimin said taking your hand and guiding you to the
dance floor. He put his hand on your waist and started spinning along to the
slow music. You looked to your side and noticed Suho watching you closely, if
Jongdae finds out about this, you’re sure he will not be pleased.
“I think you’re not being completely honest with me.” Jimin
whispered into your ear. “What other secrets do you have?”
“If you’re willing to take me somewhere more private, I might tell
you.” you said, deciding that it would be better if Suho didn’t see your
interactions with him. He took you upstairs to the roof. A lovely view of the
city could be seen from above. Jimin stood near you.
“This better be worth it.” he laughed. “I missed a very
important meeting because of you.” you looked at him, trying to come up with
some kind of story but you were obviously taking too long.
“I caught you red handed, didn’t I?” he asked cornering you
between the massive windows and his body. “It’s not very nice to lie to people
you just met.” he said leaning closer. “Now what can you do to fix your
mistake?” he questioned, his face so close you could feel his breath on your
skin. He stared into your eyes and you could see he was planning something.
“That’s my wife you’re talking to!” Jongdae shouted kicking
the door open. “So you better keep your hands to yourself!”
You were both surprised by his sudden entrance.
“So that’s what it was.” Jimin cooed. “How scary.” he
scoffed still not letting you go.
Jongdae took his gun out and pointed it at him.
“Get your hands off her. Don’t make me repeat it.”
“Do you really want to start a fight here?” he asked as his men
began appearing from the shadows. “This could turn into a war we tried to avoid
for so long.”
“Should I feel intimidated right now?” Jongdae laughed as he
removed the safety lock from his gun and his men also gathered on the roof. It
was a silent stare down as they waited for someone to take the first step.
“I don’t think this is the right place.” Jimin finally said,
releasing you. “Till next time, darling.” he said kissing your hand. Jongdae’s
men parted to let him through.
“Don’t think I will let this slide.” Jimin said as he passed
by him to which he just clenched his teeth. He lowered his gun and came up to
“I thought I told you to distract not to seduce him.” he
spoke, clearly annoyed.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” you muttered. He just sighed and embraced
“You went ahead and got yourself in trouble. Now I will have
to keep an even closer eye on you.” he laughed, his playful attitude coming
back. “BTS is not the one to be messed with but that’s my Jagi.” he said a wide
smile spreading on his face. He turned to his men.
“We are leaving.” he ordered. “This party sucks anyway. I
will show you something better.”
I just had a thought. A lot of times in fanfic, Enj and Cosette are siblings, right? But what if Cosette was, like, really good friends with Grantaire. So he’s just kind of… around their house a lot. Enj will go downstairs in the morning and find R at the breakfast table in Doctor Who pajama pants, eating Lucky Charms and humming “Here Comes The Sun”. Whenever R sits down, Enj’s cat immediately jumps into his lap (“this does nOT MEAN HE LIKES YOU BETTER, R”). Cosette is a frequent subject in R’s paintings. At first, Enj is really annoyed at having R around all the time, but R isn’t antagonistic or argumentative. He’s just /smiley/. He smiles a lot at Enj’s house for some reason. When Enjolras comes downstairs to get a glass of water one night and finds Grantaire and Cosette curled up together, watching High School Musical and giggling together, he suddenly gets a weird feeling in his stomach. It’s not… It can’t be /jealousy/… can it? He wrestles with the feeling for weeks before finally telling Cosette. When he does, she breaks down laughing. “You’ve GOT to be joking. He’s my best friend! And he’s been completely, hilariously in love with you since the first time you met!” Grantaire confirms this a few days later before Enjolras kisses him senseless in the garden.
Aries: An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word. (Along for the Ride)
Taurus: If you try anything, if you try to lose weight, or to improve yourself, or to love, or to make the world a better place, you have already achieved something wonderful, before you even begin. Forget failure. If things don’t work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again! (Keeping the Moon)
Gemini: But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might not be forever? (This Lullaby)
Cancer: I mean, it’s not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It’s, like, part of you for good. (What Happened to Goodbye)
Leo: The thing is, you can’t always have the best of everything. Because for a life to be real, you need it all: good and bad, beach and concrete, the familiar and the unknown, big talkers and small towns. (The Moon and More)
Virgo: I don’t know. Just because someone’s pretty doesn’t mean she’s decent. Or vice versa. I’m not into appearances. I like flaws, I think they make things interesting. (The Truth About Forever)
Libra: It was so risky and so scary, and yet at the same time, so beautiful. Maybe the truth was, it shouldn’t be easy to be amazing. Then everything would be. It’s the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth. (Along for the Ride)
Scorpio: Life is full of screwups. You’re supposed to fail sometimes. It’s a required part of the human existence. (Along for the Ride)
Sagittarius: You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It’s not overrated. There’s a reason for all those songs. (This Lullaby)
Capricorn: I was used to being invisible. People rarely saw me, and if they did, they never looked close. I wasn’t shiny and charming like my brother, stunning and graceful like my mother, or smart and dynamic like my friends. That’s the thing, though. You always think you want to be noticed. Until you are. (Saint Anything)
Aquarius: You only really fall apart in front of the people you know can piece you back together. (Saint Anything)
Pisces: I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once. (Dreamland)