imagine he looking at you like this

anonymous asked:

Ok but that photo you drew of Mcree with his serape flaring out behind him just makes the fabric look like fairy wings. And now all I can imagine is that he's a fairy with unusually large, super big wings patterned like his serape so he just lets them flop down over his shoulders. Maybe normal fairy ettiquite is 'don't touch the wings' but he doesn't know/care and just lets them flop over or wrap around his loved ones.

He’s mothman?

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 2/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!

Word Count: 1,314

A/N: I really love how this is turning out :) Enjoy it, guys!

Part 1

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Impossible. It was impossible. There was no way. This really wasn’t Captain America. The person behind the screen was not Steve Rogers. There wasn’t. And so, you voiced it.

“It’s not him.”

Peter scoffed, nudging your side. “You don’t know that.”

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Based on this prompt <3

“Harry, he’s doing it again.”

Harry’s head snaps up. He looks over at Malfoy, who hastily buries his face in his parchment again.

“What is he playing at, staring at you like that?” Ron mutters grumpily.

“Dunno.” Harry has been wondering that himself. Okay yes, they had kind of a reputation for staring at each other. But lately it was… different.

“What is he even scribbling on his parchment? Class hasn’t even started yet!”

Harry snickers at Ron’s tone.

“Mate, relax. Just ignore him,” he tells his friend, very well aware that he will probably spend the next hour doing the exact opposite.

He catches Malfoy several times studying him intently with narrowed eyes. Whenever their eyes meet, Harry could swear Malfoy’s cheeks turn a bit rosy before he breaks eye contact. Harry feels his own cheeks heat up involuntarily at the sight.

When class ends, Harry packs his things deliberately slow. He even tells Ron to head off to the Great Hall without him.

“I’ll be right behind you,” he grins. Ron gives him a skeptical look, but shrugs and heads out of the classroom. When most of the students are gone, Harry picks up his last book and tries to be discreet about watching Malfoy out of the corner of his eye. He’s collecting several rolls of parchment, spread over his desk. Harry glimpses something strange and a little gasp escapes his mouth.

“Is that…” Harry can’t believe his eyes. “Is that me?”

Malfoy’s eyes are impossibly wide as Harry approaches him and makes a grab for the piece of parchment he has spotted his own face on. Malfoy tries to snatch it away, but Harry is quicker. Always has been.

He stares at it, a strange feeling washing over him. It’s not a big portrait or something, it’s more like a doodle on the edge of the parchment.

“Huh. You’ve improved since third year,” Harry murmurs.

“What?” Malfoy snaps.

Harry looks up to meet his gaze.

“Well, I remember a rather unflattering drawing of me on my broom.”

And there it is again. This time, Harry’s standing so close that there is absolutely no doubt - Malfoy is blushing!

“I admit, that drawing was quite unfortunate,” he drawls.

“Well, it was meant as an insult, so -”

“It wasn’t an insult,” Malfoy interrupts him.

What? Harry stares at him, not sure he heard correctly. Malfoy seems to realise his mistake and suddenly looks very alarmed.

“I mean, obviously it was an insult. What else would it have been?”

He snags the parchment from Harry’s fingers, hastily stuffing it into his bag. The scowl on his face doesn’t convince Harry as he marches out of the classroom.

Harry traces a finger along the desk Malfoy has just been sitting at, a grin spreading on his lips.

“Yeah, obviously,” he murmurs to himself.

Malfoy has been drawing him.

Harry probably should be appalled.

But strangely enough, he finds he isn’t.

Not even one bit.

Washed Away

Nessian, 2.9k, Rated T

A/N: This is based on the moment in ACOWAR when Nesta admits that she can’t take baths anymore because of Hybern. I wanted Cassian to help her out with her fear.


Nesta stared at the tub filled with an ankle deep of water. Her breath came out shaky, causing small waves to form over the surface. A towel wrapped around her skin, and the fabric irritatingly rubbed against her body. She knew there was no possibility of submerging herself in the water, two buckets were already filled beside it, but she wanted to try dipping her foot in. Just for a bit. Feyre had already contracted someone to install a shower, but it wasn’t going to be finished for another two weeks. Thus, Nesta continued her routine of using buckets.

Inside, Nesta knew she must look ridiculous, for she was staring at a seemingly empty bathtub. There was nothing in that water that would hurt her, not something that shallow at least. She would lift her leg and dip a toe, nothing more. That would be enough. All of her muscles seemed locked in place as her mind urged her leg to twitch towards the water. She could barely breathe the longer she stared, her thoughts circling around the image of Elain being shoved in those waters, not knowing whether her sister or a corpse would escape. Those moments when Nesta could hear her own heart thundering in her chest, even without Fae hearing. Then, Nesta’s thoughts raced to her own drowning. The tight grip of the Hybern soldiers’s hands on her body. The rage coursing through her as she pointed her finger. The flooding of her lungs—

“By the Cauldron! I am so sorry!”

Nesta whipped around faster than one could winnow to see Cassian standing in the doorway.

“What. The hell. Cassian.”

He was already retreating out the door, covering his eyes with his forearm. “I’m sorry Nesta. I thought—‘

“Did no one ever teach you to knock when there’s a closed door?”

“I’m sorry—“

“Closed, Cassian, the door was closed.” Her breathing came out incredibly ragged, and she practically shrieked, “Get out!”

She turned with every ounce of dignity she had left.

“What are those?”

Her voice came out very clipped. “What do you mean, what are those?”

His silence stretched on between them, daring her to turn around. She only allowed her head to graze over her shoulder before she saw he was not looking anywhere near her. Instead, his gaze locked on the buckets on the floor, and his eyes showed where his thoughts were going.

“Cassian. I said get out,” she snarled at him as she turned to face him fully.

“Nesta, are those—“

“They’re nothing,” she breathed, losing all courage from before, “Just leave.”

His head nodded at the order, still not looking at her as he left, lost in his own mind. When he closed the door, she walked over to check the lock and rested her back against the wall. Cassian’s interruption dragged more fight out of her than she thought it would, and she couldn’t motivate herself to even approach the tub let alone dip her toes. Her fight mellowed the longer she stood there, and she slid to the floor.

Too damn weak. She felt so inadequate that she couldn’t even stand. Everything seemed unnecessary beyond her inability to clean herself. Last time she washed was yesterday. She hadn’t done anything strenuous today, so she could wait. She could wait until tomorrow when she would have to wrestle with herself all over again to enter the bathroom and fill the buckets. When she drenched herself in their water, she would always hold her breath and move as quickly as possible. Her record was six bucketfuls, she didn’t think she could handle anything beyond that.

The water was surely cold by now, and as she stood to empty it, her legs shook. Plunging her hand into the tub for the drain, her eyes closed and she felt two silent tears slowly run down her face. The gurgling of the water was the only noise for a while until she heaved the buckets up to drain in the bath as well. Her towel somehow stayed snug against her body the whole time, and she hid the pails under the sink before leaving the room. Where she saw a hulking bat sitting across the hallway from her.

His lips moved as if to speak, but Nesta shot him a glare and practically ran to her room. She heard him follow her, but she just moved faster before slamming her door in his face.

As quickly as she could, she disrobed and dressed herself as he sighed on the other side.

“Nesta—“ he paused, as if wondering if she was going to let him continue—“I’m sorry about earlier. I was debriefing Rhys downstairs and was walking backwards into the door. I didn’t see it was closed. My apologies.”

She could hear him turning to walk away, but for whatever cauldron-damned reason, she opened her door.

“You weren’t there.”

His back strained at her words and his wings hitched slightly.

“Nesta, you know that ever since Hy—“

“Not there. I know there’s nothing you could have done. I don’t think you do, but that’s for another time.”

He was facing her now, and his jaw worked as if he were going to say something. She held up her hand. “Let me finish. You weren’t at the meeting with Graysen.” She took a deep breath, somehow this private admission a million times harder than the one that she made so long ago. “Your eyes were on those buckets, and your thoughts seemed to be working faster than your mind could handle. So I, ah, guess you should hear it from me before you draw your own conclusions. Taking a bath is pretty difficult after —“ she gestured pathetically with her arms—“everything. Feyre’s getting a, what do you call it? A shower installed. It’ll be another two weeks, so I use buckets instead of a bath. I wanted to see if I could dip my feet today, or at least my toes,” she sighed, “turns out I’m a little too pathetic for even that.”

She didn’t realize that she never once looked at him the whole time, but when she did, his face was completely stricken with devastation. Her fingers scratched behind her ear, and she attempted to walk past him.

“Nesta.” His hand was on her arm and his gaze was intense. “Nothing about your situation is pathetic. We share at lot of sexual jokes, but I’m serious when I say I have a shower at my house that you can use in the mean time. If you need to. Want to.”

She’d never admit how grateful she was at his offer, but the look in his eyes showed that maybe he could feel her relief. “Thanks. I’ll think about it.”

Their gazes locked for a moment longer, before she turned to leave and his hand left her arm.

At Ritas that evening, the whole inner circle enjoyed a night out including Elain and Nesta. All together, they shared a few drinks though Nesta drank less than everyone and sat completely erect on a barstool. Their group swayed along to whatever tempo they pleased while Nesta stared amazed that even Amren joined in their revelry. Looking at them all, she knew she could join them, in fact, they’d already encouraged her multiple times. Cassian never directly asked her once, but his eyes skirted over to hers almost too often. As if now that she told him her fear, she would shatter if left to her own devices.

Nesta slowly nursed her water at his excessiveness until the prick behind her shoved into her the bar.

“Excuse—“ Nesta started as she turned around.

Her voice was drowned out by the fighting males behind her. And the full mug of ale that completely drenched her outfit. There was no time to become angry at her sodden state. The fighting pair continued as though nothing happened, and Nesta just stared at herself mouth agape.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, HEY.”

Nesta looked up at that.

Cassian stood with his arms erect, breaking up the fight. His words were hushed between the two swaying drunks. Whatever he said calmed them, and his main tactic seemed to be forcing them to break eye contact by repeatedly claiming “look at me”. Nesta heard him say it so much that she didn’t realize he was saying it to her until she looked up.

His eyes were inches from her face and stared at her with concern. “There you are.” He gave her a small smile. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. I wasn’t in that fight,” she hummed, “Can you get out of my face?”

He moved as if he just now realized their proximity and skirted his gaze down her dress. With his raised eyebrows, she couldn’t help but look too. “Nesta, I’d always thought I’d see you wet, but these were not quite the circumstances I was imagining.”

Nesta’s jaw dropped for a second time that evening. “Is there a real reason you came over here? Or did you just want to make some poorly timed innuendos and have to disrupt that fight to do it?”

“If you must know—” he leaned in close again—“your damp state seemed like you were going to need to wash.”

Nesta froze. She had not thought about that part of her evening yet.

“And I thought maybe you’d…want to come to my place.” The last words came so fast that she almost thought she misheard him. Almost. Which was why her response felt like too much.

“Fine. But you’re not allowed any more innuendos.”

He put his hands up in defense but wore a grin of satisfaction before leading the way out.

Not a word was spoken between them as they winded through the streets of Velaris. Nesta’s anxiety grew the longer they walked. From an outsider perspective, their situation would look promiscuous as he took her home, but there was nothing sexual about their silence. They weaved their way through town, down alleys, and Nesta could’ve sworn they‘d cross the Sidra twice. The peace shared between them seemed so delicate that Nesta had no desire to break it, especially since Cassian was offering so much to let her use his shower. A slight breeze passed, and Nesta’s dress, clinging to her body now that it was soaked, caused her to shiver.

She could feel Cassian look at her out of the corner of his eye and almost snapped. Tear him apart for taking them in a seemingly pointless journey through Velaris when there had to be a better route. Her mouth opened slightly to voice—

“Here we are,” Cassian gestured to a single brick townhouse, identical to all the others on the street. To Nesta’s surprise, every window had a lush garden growing in boxes underneath them. Cassian walked up the stairs, and Nesta stared at his back without really seeing it.

“Do all Illyrians in this city live in townhouses?” Nesta inquired.

Cassian jangled his keys, and Nesta began to ascend the stairs after him. “At least we’re not compensating for anything—” he turned to wink at her—“But considering there’s only three of us, yes we all do.”

Nesta scoffed at that and stepped aside as Cassian opened the door. As though he forgot she was there, he stumbled into his home without any bravado, not even turning on a light, and lightly made his away upstairs.

“Nesta, there’s definitely no water out there. If you would like to enjoy the particulars of indoor plumbing, you’ll need to follow me to the bedroom,” he called as he turned towards her.

“We agreed on no innuendos.”

“And there has yet to be one. The only bathroom with a shower here is upstairs—“ he turned back around—“So my offer still stands, but you’ll need to enter the room where I sleep.”

Nesta padded up after him.

His bathroom was huge. Everything in it was built to accommodate wings, making it all three times larger than necessary. What she assumed was his shower had three spigots each with two handles underneath. Cassian left her there unceremoniously, and she’d already stripped herself bare. Though she claimed she would be fine, there were too many levers and the water shot down in a pounding waves so hard that Nesta immediately turned it off, scared of its power. She cracked the door open.

“Cassian,” she practically whispered as if he’d be right inside his bedroom. No response.

“Cassian.” Much louder.

Footsteps sounded from downstairs, and she waited for his approach. She felt like an uncivilized idiot who couldn’t even learn how to use a freaking shower.

Someone tapped lightly on the door. “Can I come in, Nesta?” he sounded incredibly tired on the other side. She let him in.

“I don’t know how to work the shower,” she stated, “I mean I don’t know how to make the water more tolerable.”

He just stared at her. “Is the rain okay?”


“You’ve been out in the rain since the cauldron. Is the rain okay?”

She thought back to memories of such gloomy weather and nodded. With those directions, he turned some dials on the faucets and spun the handles so water came out.

“That should feel like a light storm. If all three are too much, just use the one in the middle. The knobs underneath control the water temperature.”

A wave of exhaustion passed through her so strong that she had nothing to remind him that she knew how to turn it on. She left it at, “Thank you.”

As he left, he called, “When you’re done, just come get me to bring you home. I’ll be downstairs.”

She nodded before he turned and walked away. The bathroom that once seemed huge, now appeared tiny. Nothing in that room mattered except for the dripping water. Nesta stared at it a little, astonished that Cassian had been so generous throughout this whole situation. After so many years in that hovel, she was trained not to waste water, no matter how much she wished she could just stare at it and be clean. The towel dropped to the floor as she caught a waft of her beer-ladder self. Tentatively, she raised her arm and let the water cascade down. She could stop herself whenever she felt, but she chose to step over the tiny ledge on the floor anyway.

The sensation of all that water hitting her at once was too much. The warmth of it enveloping her to a point of choking that she blindly grasped for the faucet on her right, shutting the flow off immediately. On her other side, she fumbled more, but still managed to find it rather quickly. Above her, water came at a calming, leisurely rate. She closed her eyes. It’s just rain. It’s just rain. It’s just rain.

Her breathing slowed, slightly.

She could do this.

She’d already stood there for longer than those buckets could ever drench her. That thought though, forced herself to exit the stream. Her toes remained wet. She couldn’t help but think of only a few hours ago when she’d restrained from even putting her foot in the water. A sharp laugh escaped her.

Lathering herself in soap and washing multiple times, Nesta could only stand in the water for maybe a minute at a time before believing the shower a rainstorm washed away. All in all, she stayed there for maybe seven minutes. A short wash for anyone else, but the longest Nesta had had in months. Though they’d won the war, this felt like  Nesta’s largest victory. Cassian’s towel felt like velvet as she wrapped herself in it, wondering if she just thought that way because of the significance of her evening.

Outside, folded neatly on the bed, were a small stack of clothes meant for her. She quietly wandered downstairs to find Cassian. As she passed through his living room, she thought maybe he was in the kitchen only to find it empty. Rather, after some insistent searching, she found him curled on the couch, his wings forming a cocoon in place of blanket, making it appear as though he never meant to fall asleep.

His face seemed peaceful, more so than she had maybe ever seen it. After everything he had done for her tonight, he deserved some rest. She found a blanket and draped him in it before realizing that with his hulking form, there was really no place for her to sleep down here. Scrambling back up the stairs was her only option. First, she opened the door across the hall from his room, hoping to find a guest suite, but it was an office filled with maps and strategies. Which meant her only option was his bed. It felt like a personal intrusion, but the more exhausted part of her mind reminded her she’d already used his shower, so why not surrender to the comforts of his sheets.

Immediately, his scent invaded her nose the tighter she tucked herself in, but she found it intoxicating. A depressant stronger than any alcohol consumed that evening. She pulled the sheets tightly, almost feeling like Cassian was there with her. After almost no time at all, she fell asleep, her dreams filled with not a single drop of water.

In the morning, Cassian woke her up by poking her shoulder. They’d shared a small smile before he walked her home, and again neither of them said anything until they reached Rhys’s home where Nesta thanked him. Then, kissed him on the cheek, an action that surprised them both.

No matter how much shock there was though, Cassian welcomed her to his home for showers every day before Feyre got one installed. And thankfully never commented when she occasionally stopped in after it was.

Day Two | Part 2

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,533

A/N: ANOTHER ONE! Thank you all for the feedback on Day One! I can’t believe how many of you guys are excited for this series. Anyways, enjoy, and don’t kill me. Part 1 can be found here.

When you got home yesterday, a nap turned into a full night’s sleep. When you woke up, you had about a dozen text messages from Peter. You didn’t bother opening them, instead you got up and went to shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and had puffy eyes. You could only hope they would be gone by the time you got to school because you didn’t want anyone asking what was wrong. As soon as you thought of it, you remembered that you had to help Peter today. You were scared for him that he would be rejected, but who would reject a sweet person like Peter?

You sighed and started your shower, and your mind was running through every scenario that could possibly happen today. You had to think of what would happen if Liz said yes or if Liz said no, and ways to congratulate or comfort Peter. You just knew today wasn’t going to be easy at all. When you got out of the shower, you walked to your closet and pulled out denim jeans and a floral Hawaiian shirt, it was a simple outfit, but it got the job done for today’s theme. You didn’t bother with your appearance today, you just combed your hair and went to the kitchen where you grabbed a granola bar and a banana, and that was your breakfast. You hoped as you walked down the stairs that you wouldn’t run into Peter. It was too early to deal with him right now.

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underneath the little black dress

Warnings: Smut!

Note; This is my first smut ever and my second piece I’ve ever written. I’ve worked on this a while. So I hope you will enjoy it. :’) based of the gifs of harry at the graham norton show. (the drinking water, and this could be fun).

Harry seeing you without underwear at a dinner party.

 It was a Saturday evening when you and Harry were at a dinner party hosted by James. James asked you if a surprise dinner party would be fun to celebrate the number 1 spot, and you agreed on this idea.  Secrets were more your thing, you knew harry could keep small ones but he had so much trouble keeping surprise parties a surprise. All you said to harry was you made reservations at his favourite restaurant in L.A. You dressed nice for the occasion, in a boutique nearby you found this perfect little black dress. To spice up the evening you decided to leave your panties at home. You knew all too well that wearing no panties in a public place would get his cock hard and ready for you. This wasn’t the first time you went to a public place without panties. Harry would usually start thinking about rubbing your clit, eating you out in the bathroom or just a quick fuck. And well… you sure as hell wouldn’t mind it.

“Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the restaurant…” He was wondering where the two of you were going. “Oh yeah… We must go to James first. He had something for you there. I got a text like a few minutes ago. A small detour. Don’t worry ”you said to harry.  When you and Harry arrived at James’ his house, you wiggled yourself out of the car trying not to ruin the no panties surprise. That completely failed…. When you put your legs out of the car harry turned around to check if you needed help. That’s when you saw that his mouth turned in to a big O and then a big smirk came across his face, and he moved closer to your ear and whispered “is it going to be like a few weeks ago? Are you going to tease me? Didn’t I teach you the hard way that teasing me isn’t nice, or did you like that?’’ you looked at Harry and tried to look as innocent as you could. ‘’ I don’t know what you’re talking about’’ You adjusted your dress and walked in front of harry, swaying your hips a little bit more then you usually do. Before the door opened you turned around to look at harry and gave him a little smirk.  When the both of you came inside the house, everybody was cheering and yelling SURPRISEEEE”. You could tell harry was completely shocked by what was going on. Why…why? Why are you guys doing this?” Harry asked. Well mate. it’s because 1. You did amazing on the show and 2 your album just took the number 1 spot. And we wanted to celebrate that!”James said to harry. After James gave that little speech everyone took their seats at the table. At the end of the table you sat next to Harry. The evening was going fast and almost everyone was either tipsy or drunk. At one moment, you took Harry’s hand and slipped it under your dress. Harry was surprised by your sudden confidence to do that. He started to cough and choke a little bit on the water still in his mouth. Harry then looked at you with the eyes that were so familiar to you, so dark and full of lust. He mumbled to you “ well, this could be fun.”  and he took another sip of his water.

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BotW Age

So Link grew up in/around Zora’s Domain, right? Like knew everyone well enough that even 100 years later a good number of Zora are like “Oh my god, Link?!” when you come back. I just like to imagine there was some off-screen time where a bunch of them just… kinda mob him. Like sit him down and are all sharing stories from when he was a kid that he doesn’t remember, trying furiously to jog his memory?

I like this idea that while he was able to jog things looking at all of Zelda’s pics, it actually takes a group effort from the Zora to get some of the older stuff back for him. Like just imagine a huge circle of Zora all yelling, “Remember that time Deza told him not to eat that fuckin Octoroc and he just scarfed it?” or “You nearly drowned like five times because you wanted to swim with your friends and forgot to come up for air.” and “When you were five you puked on the king. It was amazing.” also “Sidon used to attack your ankles because you called him an ‘ankle biter’ as a joke and he took it at a challenge.”

And Link is horrified and so fuckin relieved, because he’s starting to remember and the Zora are actually really important to him. Low-key adoptive fish family overly protective of their weird Hylian hero-boy. 

EXO Reaction to their girlfriend asking them to help her pull up her jeans that are a little too tight

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


*Gives you this look* “Naughty aren’t we?!” (WhatAreYouThinkingOfChan!)


“To help you pull what?!” *Definitely understood something else*


“You know babe.. you can just.. forget about wearing them. I really don’t mind at all” 


“And then do this… it always helps to stretch your jeans” *Giving you a full tutorial on how to get in those jeans that are too tight but you love*


*Talking to himself* “It’s just jeans Kai.. it’s just jeans… don’t get excited. She’s getting dressed… not the other way around”


*Standing behind you* “Okay jagi… don’t move. I’m going to pull them up. Don’t even breathe…” *There’s something about the awkward position you two are in that’s making him very nervous*


*This is him and you doing… everything but getting those jeans on*


“Don’t worry baobei, your man will do it in no time. Look how strong I am” *Always showing off his manliness xD*


*He’s doing everything he can but… kinda looks like he’s doing something else* “What do you think jagi? How do you feel it? Comfortable or… should we pull them up a little bit more?”


“Of course jagi… of course I’ll help you… kekekekekeke” *That innocent face can’t fool no one Soo!*


*Imagining every possible scenario that could happen while he helps* “Ahh… baobei… are you sure you want me to help you?”


“If you want we can go buy new jeans jagi…” *Everything to avoid the awkward positions”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

anonymous asked:

I know this whole thing makes Sana feel horrible,but also Elias? He told Sana that yousef is a good guy,he's one of the kindest guy he knows,he basically encouraged Sana to go for it and now Sana's heart is broken. Imagine how much he blames and maybe even hates himself for telling Sana all of that


Like you have Elias- who has proven himself to adore his baby sister and protect her when she needs protecting. And like he vouched for Yousef. He didn’t get angry or anything like that when Sana lowkey expressed her interest, he was like “yeah, Sana, Yousef is a good guy. He’d treat you right.” how many guys do you think Elias would have thought worthy of Sana? Probably zero. Elias encouraged Sana to look at Yousef despite her beliefs.

And now this? Yousef unknowingly completely destroying Elias’s credibility? Elias putting faith in his best friend and just— he was wrong. And I’m not saying that Yousef is a bad guy because I don’t believe in bad characters (except for Sara and Vilde isn’t doing so hot in my eyes either, but story for another day…) BUT ELIAS HIMSELF VOUCHED FOR YOUSEF.

How shitty do you think he feels? ON TOP of clearly hurting Sana when he hit Isak- which he already feels lie shit about. He was wrong and it hurt Sana and I don’t see how Elias could brush this aside. But we will see how it goes.

anonymous asked:

Okay but do you think that bucky sometimes uses his metal hand to hammer down nails?? Like imagine he's putting up pictures or something at his new house or him and Tony are redecorating and they can't find the hammer so bucky just slams his fist against the nail cause he ain't got time for that and Tony's just "did you really just do that"

Honestly anon u just described their entire relationship in one ask well done that is literally all there is to it. Bucky not having time for that shit and Tony just raising his eyebrows and asking why this is his life whilst looking on fondly/exasperatedly

Dance Party With Grayson Would Include:

•floppy hair
•grays smile would be so bright
•gray attempting salsa but failing
•hip thrusting
•you’d be grinding your pretty ass on his crotch
•lots of butt and boob touching from gray who “didn’t mean to”
•Ethan filming the whole thing to use as revenge for gray cutting his hair
•classical dancing, which gray fails miserably at but you try to help him
•when a rock song comes on you loose your shit and start head banging and end up whipping your hair in grays face
•he being the drama queen he is would make a big deal out of it
•"you hit me in the face! I could have a concussion"
•you just end up kissing him to shut him the hell up
•gray being so happy when his fav song comes on that he picks you up and swings you around
•telling him to stop but he doesn’t listen
•you end up falling, him on top.
•"well look at that it’s like fate wants us to get it on"
•taking things to your bedroom to “get it on”
If you couldn’t tell dancing gray is my favourite thing ever.
Yo I’m still up for doing bullet points so send in your requests & feedback is always good 😊

anonymous asked:

paris with harry... GO

um, is everyone out to kill me tonight? because the only asks i get is harry and travelling JUST TO KILL ME

but noooo Paris with Harry would be a dream. you know when he looks like a prince? that’s how I picture him. in a flowy white shirt, somehow looking casual as ever, and maybe the hat he’s been wearing lately. and his hair? it would be looking like it did on carpool karaoke. soft enough that it would almost be irresistible to not run your fingers through it, so much so it’s annoying.

he would be in the best mood. being on holiday with you? just you? it’s enough to put him in a mood where he thinks he could light every street light with his happiness. but being in Paris, he’s filled with a little extra love and a little extra compassion for you. he wouldn’t know what it is about the city. the busyness that’s always going on, yet somehow it always seems so calm. how, even surrounded by people from all places (the tourists with their cameras and smiles all around, or the locals who seem so in their place you should be taking photos every moment) he feels as though it is only the two of you.

he’d be looking at you constantly. while you’re walking up the eiffel tower (deciding to take the stairs because “come on, love, we don’t get to do this everyday. got t’ appreciate it in all it’s glory”). when you’d look back at him, a little puffed and slightly red faced from all the stairs, all he’d see is the blush in your cheeks that he thinks he could compare to roses, and the look of awe he thinks fills your eyes - like you’re looking at the entire world in front of you.

or maybe, when you get back to your hotel room, he’d be struck by just how beautiful you look. when you’ve got no makeup on, fresh and bare faced. you’d be standing in door way to the balcony, windows open while the sun begins to set in front of you. he wouldn’t be sure if it was the array of colours that dusted over the city, or the way the sun seemed the melt your skin golden in front of his eyes. how you hair would sit on your skin so delicately that he could compare it to the dew that sits on flowers in the dawn of the morning.

he’d find you irresistible. as you would him, of course. it’s something about Paris, right? something about Paris that makes him stand behind you and brush the hair off the side of your face. his fingertips would be soft, tickling your skin in the most beautiful way. and he’d be warm. warm when he wrapped one arm around your waist to turn you around, and warm when the other hand would rest on your jaw to move your lips to his. you’d been like this a million times before but, the hitch in your breath wouldn’t go unnoticed. with the barely there touch of his lips that burnt each spot they touched, and the heat that sunk into your skin from his tattoo-drawn hands, you truly felt ‘butterflies in your stomach’.

he had decided he would blame in on Paris, the cheesy words that fell from his lips.

“you know” he had whispered on your lips. “i think tha’ we should get married here. when it happens”

he had smiled, before he put his lips on yours. it was the kind of kiss where the world fell away beside you. it was slow and gentle and one of his favourites. you had your small hand against his chest and his finger tips squeezed a bit at the skin of your waist. he decided he would blame it on pairs but, he could stay like that forever.

A few thoughts on Rumplestiltskin raising Gideon

- I’m 99% sure that Rumple doesn’t remember absolutely anything about the dinner at Granny’s at the end of 6x22. He was too busy looking at Gideon to notice anything else.

- Storybrooke is lucky that Rumple doesn’t like talking about his life, or you can bet that he’d turn into the kind of proud father that takes any chance to show you 342875690379564504769350237459 pics of his son, and talks about him  24/7.

- Imagine Rumple collecting rent with baby Gideon.

- Speaking of rent, Rumple probably has troubles collecting rent, because he can hardly stuff money in his wallet when it’s already filled with the aforementioned 342875690379564504769350237459 pics of Gideon.

- Rumple buying a smartphone with a fuckaton of memory so that he is ready to take pics and video of Gideon at any given moment. The sound of Gideon’s laughter is the notification sound for messages, while his ringtone is Tale as Old as Time.

- Rumple having to buy an external hard disk for his computer, because he has 700 GB of videos of Gideon, including hours of Gideon simply sleeping. 

- Belle and Rumple having dozens of notebooks on which they write basically everything Gideon does.

- Rumple babyproofing the house, the library, the shop and, in a sudden attack of overprotectiveness, accidentally babyproofing the entire town with a spell (Regina doesn’t know if she should laugh or strangle him).

- Someone almost getting killed for daring enter the pawn shop, making the bell above the door ring and waking baby Gideon.

Basically, Rumple being a father is the cutest and purest thing in the world, and I think about it way too often. 

anonymous asked:

You did firsts time for Iida and Todoroki; How about first times for Bakugo?

Bakugou Katsuki

  • Bakugou is quite loud, so it’s more likely you’ll notice him first from afar, screaming about something or other. You’ve seen him a few times on TV as he’d won the Sports Festival, but he definitely didn’t act like a normal hero. He was rather intriguing to you which is what prompted you to get closer; your eyes meet with his for a brief second, a complete scowl on his face, but you imagined he’d look much more handsome with at least a neutral look. 
  • You’re not really sure how you secured a date with him; there was a lot of friend interference from his side, mostly one of his close friends translating how Bakugou really felt when he acted slightly too cold towards you or tried to ignore you. He’s a bit awkward during the date because he’s clearly uncomfortable but you try to keep things casual, not wanting to put pressure on him to make it some type of amazing first date to tell the grand kids experience. If it worked out, there’d be time for that. He opens up slightly more, talking a bit, telling you some more about his life, and that was good enough for you. 
  • His forehead comes barreling towards yours so quickly you think he might actually slam into and knock you out cold to get out of a first kiss, but he slows down just enough to press his lips hard against yours. His hands are on either side of your face, holding you up against him as he tries to keep the kiss going as long as possible. When you pull away you’re both breathless, but he has a smirk on his face, “Hows that for a first fuckin’ kiss?!” 
  • You’re not even sure if it counts as a confession because he’s not very good with words, and he doesn’t often voice how he feels about you despite how strongly he actually does feel. The ways he says he loves you are more through actions, when he’s had a hard day and he rests his head on your shoulder, wanting you to run your fingers through his hair to calm him. He shows you he loves you when you need comfort and he brings you in his arms and promises to never let anyone hurt you so long as he could help it. 
  • It’s a spur of the moment occurrence, when passion and instinct completely take both of you over, and pull you where it wants. The kisses he gives you sets your loins on fire and he’s near irresistible at that point, when you begged for him to give you more, he couldn’t help but comply with your request. 
  • You feel like his temper is a lot shorter while you’re planning your wedding, mostly because his mother tries to interfere and help you make decisions when its you who should be deciding. He’d back off if you said you didn’t mind her help but would still not want to be involved with the planning process, because it was too stressful for him to handle and he would likely snap on the poor flower person if they didn’t have the exact type and color of flower you wanted. 
  • He doesn’t know how he feels when you finally tell him you’re pregnant, and it’s not exactly the reaction you hoped for, but Bakugou had always been different. As time passes he realizes a family probably wouldn’t be too bad, especially not if he had a kid as badass as himself. He talks to you about becoming a dad and even asks his own dad for pointers, and at one point you’re pretty sure you catch him holding a baby book but he vehemently denies this. 
His Best Friend’s Sister pt. 1// An Eric Harris Imagine

I have not enjoyed writing an imagine as much as this one. I’ve already got a part 2 written and part 3 is almost done as well. You’re gonna go nuts for this guys.


It had been nothing more than glances to begin with. He would come over to see Dylan, and as he passed you in the hallway, heading upstairs, he would look at you a certain way. It drew you in; you couldn’t deny that you liked it. He was attractive, for sure, and the fact that he was older was particularly alluring for some reason. It made him more mysterious, seemingly unattainable. Not to mention that he was your older brother’s best friend. Your brother would have killed you if he knew what you were thinking; what Eric was thinking. After all, everyone knows that your best friend’s little sister is off limits.

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Headcanon - Jack Sparrow

Request: "hello!!! can you do an imagine to telling jack sparrow you’re his little sister and like what you guys would do and stuff??!! thanks so much"

gifs are not mine.

Being Jack Sparrow’s little sister would include:

  • You being 10 years younger than him
  • Constantly following Jack around and sneaking into the Black Pearl without his consent
  • You being nicknamed Lady Sparrow by other pirates
  • Despite Jack’s carefree disposition, he keeps and eye on you
  • “You’re definitely not going to Tortuga.”
    “But Jack!”

  • Him shooing away any men, even those that simply look at you
  • Playing cards and other games with Jack and his crew
  • Jack roasting superstitious pirates who say that it’s bad luck to have a woman on board
  • “Shut your gob, that’s my sissy you’re talking about.”
  • Him telling you various stories of his adventures
  • You listening wide-eyed
  • “The Kraken?? No way, Jack! I thought you were lost in Tortuga all this time!”
    “Yep. Did I mention mermaids?”

  • In general, you having a time of your lives and setting up true brother & sister goals

“Why does it have to be him?” You asked as you looked over at Brett.

“We need to be watching each other’s backs,” Scott answered.

“Yes I understand that but why am I always partnered with the difficult ones?” You asked.

“He’s not difficult.” Scott rolled his eyes “you just don’t like him or you like him too much.”

“Whatever.” You glared grabbing what you needed and leaving.

“You know you making me dizzy will you just sit down?” Brett asked as you continued to pace the length of the building that you were sent to scout.

“I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not.” You snapped and rolled his eyes.

“What was that?” he asked suddenly and you jumped hiding behind his tall form.

“What was what?” You asked as you listened, you heard something, it seemed to get closer as it seemed that something was rounding the corner you pushed Brett forward, he slipped and fell flat on his face and you jumped back creating more space.

It was a stray cat.

“What the hell!?” Brett asked and you shrugged.

“I may have mildly panicked.” You winced back and he just glared.

Season of HeartBreak~4~ Kenny Omega

Originally posted by leelakoiwolff

Note: Mask comes off in this chapter… my heart is hurting..

Part Three

@theelitevillian @thepalaceofmelanie @oreillyskyle @imnobodiesbitch @imnoaingeal @baleesi @laochbaineann @xfirespritex @wrestlingnoob @itsanyarose @ameliajoy4 @chasingeverybreakingwave @helluvawriter @luchaparasiempre 

It didn’t take long for you to be friendly with the Young Bucks. They seem to treat you like a little sister. Kenny on the other hand would fidget in his seat, looking away or would be on his phone which was rude. You never expected him to be this cold towards you, he didn’t even know who you were.

“ Do you know what’s Omega’s problem with me?” you asked Marty one day as you hopped on your feet back and forth preparing for your match before stretching. 

“ I’m not sure love, he’s not usually like that. Want me to talk to him?” you shook your head. He didn’t need to do that. If Kenny was going to be like that then you have no problem in doing the same. Marty wished you luck in your match, hugging you before he ran off to get his Villain gear on. 

On the other end of the hallway Kenny stood there, his arms across his chest and one of his fingers tapped on his bicep repeatedly as he was thinking. About you. He wonders what you have been really up to these days. He knows he fucked up but he wants you back in his life. He brings his phone in his other hand up. Your number is still in his phone as he click the call button but to his surprise the number is disconnected. His heart sinks to his stomach with a frown on his face. He brings up his twitter account tying in your full name but nothing comes up in the searches, he tries other social media and gets the same results. 

“ You alright Kenny? You don’t look to happy” Matt asks him as he and Nick make their way over to him in their two sweet ring gear and bullet club shirts. 

“ I’m not” Kenny sighs.

“ What’s wrong?” 

“ I’ve been thinking about her again” Matt and Nick share a look between each other showing sympathy smiles before looking at Kenny.

“ Listen, she’s just a memory to you. Nothing more, forget her” Kenny shakes his head, “ She will never be just a memory. I can never forget the pain in her eyes when I told her about my girlfriend who is no longer my girlfriend, you just, I don’t know how to explain it.” 

“ We get it man, you lost the girl you wanted to be with” Kenny hangs his head, when he looks back up he sees you walking towards him with your mask on. This time it was the color green matching your ring gear. He never understood why you would wear the mask, what was really wrong? He wasn’t going to judge if you had a scar or something. He wanted to know what you looked like.
“ There is something about Scarlett. Something familiar. I can’t place my finger on it and it’s bothering me” 

“ what do you mean?”Before Kenny could say anything else you were making your way back from your match. 

“ Oh look who’s back, Miss Chaos “ Nick wraps his arm around your neck as catch your breath. The mach was longer than you expected but it brought the crowd to chant and for some reason they were chanting Two Sweet, whoop whoop which was weird or maybe not since you threw a couple of two sweet’s to the fans.

“ Miss me?” you smirked looking at Nick. He laughed shaking his head, you knew he was married and had kids, teasing one another just for fun but it looked like it was bothering Kenny who had a frown on his lips. 

“ Can you two take it elsewhere? I just want to barf hearing you too” Kenny mumbles walking away. He partially didn’t like you, he didn’t hate you. He hated the fact that you got everyone attention but his. 

“ Fuck!” he screamed running hands through his curls and down his face. You were all he thought about, he wanted to rip your mask off your face and look you in the eye and ask you why isn’t he the one you look at, the one you pay attention too. He always has girls begging to fuck him, they are always around. Not you, you singled yourself out. But why? Has he done something wrong? No. Not a thing. You barley spoke to him. He was conflicted with himself and with you acting like he didn’t deserve to breath the same air as you. 

Matt and Nick were confused to why Kenny was acting like this, they turn to glance at you as you were taking off your gloves from your match.
“ Do you know what’s going on with Kenny?” Turning your head, you shrugged. Kenny wasn’t a subject you wanted to talk about. He didn’t change much, just his hair looks more like a lion and his voice got deeper. He looked good and you wanted to tell him who you were but it’s better not. You were doing this for you, you didn’t come here to befriend him. No. 

Hiding your face from your Marty was tough, he was sweet and you did trust him and it was getting harder not to tell him the truth. You weren’t lying to them exactly but they are better off not knowing who you are. 

You got to see Marty again when you went back to Ring of Honor. It was your home and you loved your friends there. 

“ Look who’s back, Trouble in Paradise” Dalton said as he made his way over to hug you. 

“ Hey there Feathers” he poked your mask, smiling.  “ I like the mask, can I ask you something?” you nodded stuffing your hands in your back pockets.
“ When are you going to show us  behind the mask? I mean we see only your nose and lips. It would be a lovely sight to see your face, the whole face”
A frown placed on your lip hearing him ask you the question you dread the most. 

“ I don’t think that’s a good idea Castle, I mean this is me. Why do you need more?” 

“ I don’t know, it’s just you’ve been here for so long. We are your friends and were like one big family here. No need to hide from us” 

“ I don’t feel comfortable about it” 

“ Hey word boy! She’s not going to show her face, leave her alone” you turn your head seeing Marty has came to your rescue. Dalton sighed, “ I’m sorry Scarlett. I didn’t mean to offend you” 

“ It’s okay Dalton, I forgive you” He send you a smile before hugging you once more, as he left Marty glared at him. 

“ Show us when your ready, don’t listen to bird brain back there” 

“ Thank you Marty” He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away. He was acting different today which made you confused. 

“ Hey, everything okay?” you asked putting a hand on his shoulder. He nods, biting his bottom lip. Your eyes caught it, staring at it more at his lips like they were pulling you towards them. They looked so soft… so kissable. Wait, kissable? Since when did this happen? Marty and you? 

“ Scarlett! Earth to the Chaos queen! Hello!” Marty waved his hand in front of your face, shaking your head from your thoughts. 

“ Huh? What?” He laughed before motioning to your teeth. “ You have lipstick on your teeth darlin’” A blush made it’s way to your cheeks as you try to get it off, feeling embarrassed. 

“ Awe love, don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute when you blush” 

“ Stop..” you groaned looking away from him but he cupped your chin with his hand making you look up at him. 

“ You’re beautiful Scar” 

“ Marty..” He placed his index finger on your lips.He leaned down, you could feel his breath on your face. He closed his eyes and you closed your eyes before anything could happen you got interrupted. 

“ Well, Well look who popped back in…” you groaned opening your eyes as Alex Shelley came into your view.  

“ Shelley” you greet him then your eyes turn to Chris, “ Sabin, what do I owe the honor” Right around the corner came Kenny and the Bucks, Kenny was here just to be around backstage, nothing more. 

“ We were wondering when will be the time you take that thing off your face. You aren’t a Luchadore. This isn’t Lucha Underground. Were all friends here, no need to be shy” 

“ What if she doesn’t want to take off her mask? Why gives Shelly?!” Marty cut in. 

“ Don’t push her” Matt added. 

Alex puts a finger up, “ I’m just implying that she has nothing to be afraid of”
“ I don’t think-” you try to say but got cut off as Alex reaches out to rip off the mask from your face. The blue glittery mask falls to the ground, not a sound was made as you stood full face frozen as your eyes are on Kenny who is staring at you. 

Nick and Matt drop their mouth open as they put two and two together. It couldn’t be, they couldn’t believe it. Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked around at your so called friends who are family. 

“ Fuck.. you are so… damn..” Alex mutters, everyone kept gasping. It took a few moments for Kenny to register who you were. He took a step forward but your name doesn’t leave his lips. 

“ Y/N? Is that really you?” you flinch at your name, nodding your head slowly. Marty slowly turns you around as you come face to face with him, before he could even mutter any words a dry sob escapes your mouth as you make a run for it.Running from everyone, you felt like you got run over. They seen you, Kenny seen you and so did Matt and Nick. It felt like the whole world crashed.
Back to everyone who stood there still in shock seeing your face. 

“ It was really Y/N, it was her all along..” Matt mumbles to Nick.
“ She changed her hair..” Kenny mumbles. 

“ You lads know her?” Marty asks. Nick nods, “ Of course, she used to be best friends with Kenny and she used to be in love with him.” 

This statement makes Marty frown. You were in love with Kenny? Since when?
“ when did this happen?” 

“ A couple years ago” Kenny answers. He is debating weather he should go after you or stay where he is. He is really in shock to see you. Now he understood why you would shut him out, like he didn’t matter. Kenny didn’t go after you but someone else did, he searched around the parking lot calling your name. He took a chance to run after to you, not believing that you it was Kenny you used to chase. 

He finally found you sitting on the ground crying into your hands. His heart broke at the sight of you crying. Marty kneels down before you on his knees taking you in his arms as you cry into his chest. But it looks like Kenny did go after you, he stood in the parking lot staring at the scene in front of him. Marty holding you in his arms as you cried. His heart fell into his stomach, a tear ran down his cheek as he realizes that you needed him the most.

Seventeen in school

Feel free to send in requests for reactions and imagines!

Originally posted by vitaminniedk


  • Volunteers to help the younger kids
  • Drinks water in every class #lubrication1!1
  • Smiles at random people in the halls
  • Student athlete
  • Is probably the only kid brave enough to kill a cockroach in the classroom because the teacher is too scared to

Originally posted by hanwooz


  • Always complains about being tired
  • “You can never have too many hairties!!”
  • Probably has those glasses that make his eyes look like he’s awake when he’s actually asleep
  • Girls are jealous of his hair and beauty
  • Shy about singing
  • Has a lot of friends

Originally posted by jihanlife


  • Has to make speeches about everything
  • Talks a lot // teachers get annoyed
  • Never gets in trouble because he gets good grades
  • Probably wants to be a lawyer
  • Rants on tumblr all the time
  • Probably secretly runs a meme account
  • Charming

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui


  • Flexes in P.E a LOT.
  • Smells nice
  • Takes too many selfies
  • Always finishes his homework before he gets home
  • Kinda shy // only comfortable around his friends
  • Always packs the best lunch

Originally posted by soohuis


  • Sings all the time
  • Hugs everyone
  • Steals hairties from Jeonghan
  • Very intrigued with the class pet
  • Drinks milk every morning and every afternoon because he likes to stay healthy
  • Loves snapchat

Originally posted by visual-17


  • Writes poetry on his math homework
  • Emo kid
  • Has like 9 My Chemical Romance shirts
  • Loves juiceboxes
  • Has an aesthetic tumblr blog

Originally posted by j-miki


  • Takes band
  • Is good at math
  • Kinda shy
  • Rants too much about random things
  • Quiet but vicious

Originally posted by just-soonyoung


  • Everyone loves him
  • Sings with Hoshi all the time
  • Makes cheesy jokes
  • Always happy
  • Always forgets stuff at home

Originally posted by mingyiu


  • That randum kid rawr xD !1!
  • Gets all the girls AND guys
  • Still watches disney shows
  • Is probably a theater kid tbh
  • Helps teachers carry books to their room cuz he’s nice

Originally posted by mvnghaos


  • Keeps a diary
  • Has to get Jun to kill spiders for him
  • The choir teacher probably loves him
  • Has an aesthetic instagram feed
  • Actually really sassy
  • Loves skinship

Originally posted by wonuflake


  • Scared of bugs
  • Probably a theater kid too
  • Is very competitive with Mingyu when it comes to theater-ing
  • Always sits by Vernon at lunch
  • Matches his outfits every day
  • Dramatic

Originally posted by carol12lopes-blog


  • On his phone in class
  • Likes reading fanfiction at lunch with Seungkwan
  • Probably likes watching YouTubers at lunch too
  • Is a kool kid
  • Only uses social media for memes

Originally posted by jeonwuu


  • Wishes that High school had recess
  • Probably is fun to walk to school with
  • Teachers always love him
  • Everyone thinks he’s smol and innocent
  • He’s actually a tough dood