like...her face in the third one

Closet Softie

Or, How Bucky Barnes Nearly Ruined His Tough-Guy Rep

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The trail mix was gone. 

The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone. 

Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning

All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free. 

And it was gone.

Clint was gonna shoot somebody.

Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.

kingofmemes posted:

yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend. 

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Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: I got the name from one of the clothes shops of Saints Row V lol. I plan on making at least two more parts to this, I’m halfway through part two and have the beginning of part three in the works! ^_^. I’m sorry if there’s any misspelling, I get too excited and I tend to rush. Feedback is hella appreciated! - D.

Let’s Pretend: Tony finds a website of two shape shifting mutant pornstars who make their living impersonating the Avengers on their website and decide to show the team.

WARNING: Graphic details of sex. Swearing. Soon-to-be-smut. Second hand embarrassment lol.

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Something About a Feeling

This is it. My blood, sweat, and tears. It’s been a long time coming with this one, so I want to thank @trulymadlysydney and @outofworkactress for giving me the words I need to hear so I can finally release this into the world. I feel like a mother on their child’s first day of school. It’s a bittersweet feeling. 

In the words of @permanentcross, this is my favorite sandbox to mess with, and the more I try to explain it, the worse it turns out, but simply stated, Harry is infatuated with a girl who would never want him.

I’ve edited this a thousand times, and it’s still not perfect, but if I don’t let this little bird fly away now, it never will. So, please be kind. I’m trying my hardest. x

The first time he sees you, a mere glance from across the room, he has to remind himself he has a girlfriend. A lovely woman, she was, like most of the female counterparts he took in his life, but like most woman he chose to spend his time with, they all had one thing in common. Temporary. He knew he was growing closer to the end with this one; Hannah, a friend of a friend who was easy on the eyes, laughed at his sore attempts at jokes, and quite simply, knew she herself was as temporary as a toothbrush. They’d keep each other company for the time being and a couple of months down the road, they’d part ways, and the rest would be history. Simple as that.

But the first time he sees you, cuddled a little too close to his best mate, peering down at his phone as a small giggle escaped your parted lips, he stops dead in his tracks and backtracks. You were a catch.

Niall had his arm swung behind you, resting carelessly along the wooden seats, and Harry almost digs at himself as he resorts back to their conversation the night before wondering if he had missed the part in text where Niall stated he’d be bringing a female guest of interest. He doesn’t remember anything of the sort, but it doesn’t go unnoticed when he hands his beer out to you, and you instantly wince when the dark lager meets your lips.

Looks like he was playing third wheel tonight.

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moonlightquit  asked:

LOOK AT THE PHOTO MORE CLOSELY...They are naked?! Um Hiro, are you saying this whole time Gajeel and Levy have been doing naughty things?? Also RBOZ is doing a mini comic/comic for the picture!!!!

dude you have no idea how long I’ve been staring at that piece of perfection, they are naked as fuck, they have no clothes, Gajeel is really up in her personal space like really up in her personal space and Levy looks like she is about to have the time of her life with her man’s dick in her.

look at how happy they are being in each other’s presence with nothing but skin and air between them.

I put this on twitter but for fun’s sake lemme put it here too

Beautiful bitch’s titty is out

I do not doubt for a second that they’ve been having intimate fucking for a while now. Taking away the fact that they consensually spent a year together, a year that we don’t know exactly what happened other than the fact that they were in the council and their feelings for each other obviously grew, Mashima’s a troll and has left clues to dot together:

the first clue was this fucking blanket scandal controversy I wasn’t in the fandom when this chapter came out but i did my research and went through fairy tail confess for help as well so i know what shit went down with Gajeel being shirtless and Levy in her tank top pajama, they were the only ones in bed

lemme just bring up the fact that if Levy was asleep and barely waking up in fairy hills, you know the only known residence of hers, then when Irene’s shit wore off, and people assumingely ended up at the place they were when the war began, wouldn’t she have been near Erza and Wendy? She wasn’t she was right next to Gajeel and Lily.

second, this dirty ass innuendo, where we see Gajeel’s sparkling eyes for Levy for the first time 

that position with his arm looks familiar If he meant that with no kind of double entendre we would’ve known from Levy’s expression and Im sure she would’ve been pissed and pulled her “Gajeel’s being a stupid fuck” face  aka my favorite levy face but 

she’s cool with it, like “okay he’s going to throw me in jail alright it’s cool, this is normal, code for he’s going to fuck me”

third, the one spoken at the most heartbreaking moment 


gonna say this with a little bit of sex ed. Ok so Gajeel wants kids with Levy, kids, two children, twins, offspring, the common product of unprotected sex. In order for Gajeel to want a family with Levy he has to want to fuck her. Let me repeat, he needs to have sex with Levy in order to get the kids he wants. More vulgarly, Gajeel needs to put his dick inside of Levy’s pussy in order for Levy to get pregnant, something that Gajeel wants. Again, Gajeel needs to stick his penis inside of Levy’s vagina, make friction and have that penis ejaculate sperm which will then swim up Levy’s uterus and fight to be the first one inside of Levy’s egg which has to be attached to Levy’s fallopian tube, waiting to be fertilized  i got a B in human biology i forgot if this is how it happens but google is free so feel free to correct me, Im just going by memory rn. idk if the twins are supposed to be identical or fraternal but either way for fraternal, two eggs have to be fertilized by two sperm and for identical, one sperm penetrates one egg which will then split as the pregnancy progresses.Ok and this is based on my own view point, people can have a different viewpoint on this but for me I would have to be in an intimate relationship with someone before i think about having kids with them, idk if either Gajeel or Levy are the same way but that’s just me.

this is the one that convinced me that they’ve had sex before and that Levy likes being on top

their reunion was eye opening to me, it surprised me just how comfortable they were in this position as if they’ve done a million times before, there was no embarrassed blushes and constant apologizing for invading personal space, Levy wanted to be in Gajeel’s personal space and vice versa,

their reaction and actions after this just proved how normal this was to them

as if they weren’t just in a position where Levy looked like she was riding him, they’re not mortified, they’re not embarrassed that there was people around who saw their reunion and intimate position. 

i got no idea where the hot springs pictures go here to be honest, i don’t think they were necessary and i get it wasn’t Gajeel’s fault stupid ichiya but it was still uncomfortable for both of them I bet, they weren’t able to enjoy it because they didn’t want to be in that position at that time, it was not consensual on both parts, again i saw stupid ichiya but yeah other than that i dont know

I hope hope that Mashima gives us more in regards to them and their relationship status and how long they’ve been together but we just have to wait and see.

oh dude and you don’t even know how hyped i am about Rusky doing some art for this and I am looking forward to any fanfic or art based on that very picture because it is perfection and should be in the Louvre, Mona Lisa who??

added bonuses just to show that Levy loves Gajeel’s titties Gajeel knows this too as alluded in the “a future” panel where Levy has her hand on his upper titty:

^^this one just made me realize that they’ve lain together like that.

and Im sorry this post got so long I got carried away with this but I have a lot of feels about these two people being naked together


Six times Jimin was jealous and one time he didn’t have to be.

Jimin x reader

Genre: fluff (tiny amount of angst?)

Warnings: swearing

Rated: T (teen) for some kissing *eyebrow wiggle*

To set the mood, try listening to One Direction’s “I wish” and/or Justin Bieber & Rascal Flatts’ “That should be me” because why the hell not?

Your name: submit What is this?

The first time Jimin was jealous, was a thursday. They were doing stage rehearsals for their upcoming concert. All the boys were backstage monitoring themselves, when they heard you were coming. Of course, like usual, they were thrilled by the news - so thrilled they decided to surprise you when you visited, or more like Jungkook, Taehyung and Jin decided that. 

Jimin was sitting on the sofa tweeting to ARMY’s that he was excited for the concert. He had filmed a short video of himself with a bunny filter on. The usual. He didn’t notice what the boys had planned so he himself was surprised when you walked through the door and squeaked with surprise when a coffee cup, that had been filled with water, fell from above you and completely soaked your hair and sweater. The boys doubled over from laughter, but fell completely silent when you sent them an intense glare. The only one who didn’t stop laughing was Jungkook who just sauntered over and ruffled you hair while he cackled evilly. “You can borrow my hoodie” he said and threw it at you.

 Jimin seethed, how could he be so disrespectful? He was going to have a real talk with that kid, but first he had to take care of you.  He grabbed one of the clean towels they use to wipe their sweat with and started dabbing your hair dry. You smiled thankfully at him and his heart fluttered in his chest. 

“How come I’m younger than all of you but I’m the most mature?” you mumbled slightly laughing. Jimin was glad you didn’t sound too angry, you were never angry with them. 

“I’m gonna teach that kid a lesson I swear to god, I wish he wasn’t physically superior compared to me otherwise I would have beat his ass already” you grumbled and looked over Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin didn’t need to ask to know where you were looking, he could feel Jungkook’s presence. 

“I know!” you exclaimed but lowered you voice “I’m gonna kiss him, he’s acting cocky now but can you just imagine his face? He won’t be able to look me in the eye for days” you whispered and wiggled your eyebrows wickedly. Jimin almost choked on his saliva and had to double check your expression to see if you were joking. You weren’t. Jimin felt his stomach churn with the sight of you on your toes pressing your lips against Jungkook’s. He had to bite his tongue hard not to go strangle the kid. Instead he looked you straight in the eyes and clenched his jaw before speaking 

“Do. Not. Kiss. Him” he spoke heatedly but you only grinned at him. “Aw, someone’s a little jealous huh?” Jimin swallowed nervously, had he been too obvious?

 “Don’t worry I’m sure that if you ask nicely, Jungkook will allow you a kiss on the cheek” you laughed and Jimin threw the towel in your face acting like he was annoyed with you, but really, it was to hide his relief.

The second time Jimin was jealous, was a monday morning in february where the boys minus Yoongi and Jin, were out playing snowball fight in the park close to their dorms. You had gotten up at the ass crack of dawn to take the subway because both you and the boys were off schedule that day. By the time you had gotten all of the boys out of bed and into warm clothing, the gentle snow that had been there since you woke up had now covered everything in a thick layer of white. 

The second you arrived at the park, Namjoon had picked up a snowball and thrown it right in the back of your scarf covered neck. Not long after you were all stumbling around giggling and throwing snow at each other. At some point Jimin noticed you and Namjoon were standing very close, with his arms around you while you were struggling to catch your breath after he had chased you down. He placed a giant pile of snow on top of your head and howled with laughter as you let out a shrill scream. Jimin watched with clenched fists as Namjoon pushed the soaked hair behind your ears and cupped your red cheeks with his big hands. You looked so small next to him. 

Jimin wished he was the one standing so close to you and he couldn’t quite figure out why. It’s because you like her a voice sounding an awful lot like Yoongi said in the back of his mind.

A snowball hit his face, distracting him from his thoughts and maybe he threw the next snowball a little too harshly and ended up almost blinding Hoseok. He’d survive.

The third time Jimin was jealous, you were at the supermarket with him and Jin. You were planning on making a nice warm dinner here in the cold wintertime with the boys since you hadn’t seen them in a while. You were walking in the candy aisle with Jin, while Jimin was standing to the off side watching you. Apparently Jin had said one of his dad jokes, but Jimin couldn’t laugh because he saw you grab onto Jin’s arm with your delicate fingers while you wheezed with laughter. 

You hadn’t noticed the yellow sign warning you that the floor was slippery, so you did an exaggerated dance and slipped. Jimin almost yelled out in shock but it got stuck in his throat when Jin’s arm slid around your waist to steady you and let it stay there even when you had picked all the ingredients and were ready to pay. Why did you let him touch you like this, why didn’t you do anything to stop him? It’s not like you were dating? 

Jimin was bitter for the rest of the day but no one said anything. He had been rather cranky for weeks now and the boys had given up on trying. They were giving him some space.

The fourth time Jimin was jealous the snow had disappeared and was replaced with rain. Jimin and Jungkook had been at dance practice till late and were on their way back to the dorms when it started pouring down like Noah’s ark. 

You had taken the bus that day so you had to run from the bus stop to the dorms, and of course you had arrived with your clothing and hair completely soaked through. Hoseok, being the caring person he is, had lent you some of his clothing and let you cuddle up to him under a warm blanket while you watched TV. 

When Jimin walked into the dorms the first thing he noticed was you and Hobi looking very cozy, with your head resting over his chest and his arm around you. Jimin wanted nothing more than to yank his hyung’s hand off of you, then he noticed the clothes you were wearing. Hoseoks clothes. 

Jimin rushed to get to his room where he immediately stripped and went in the shower for a very long hour, and only walked out into the living room when he had heard the door closing after you had left. He refused to talk with Hoseok the next two days which was kinda problematic, because they were learning new choreographies. 

The boys had held a meeting where they spoke to Jimin about his mood but he refused to give them a reason. They all knew what the reason was but they didn’t dare touch the subject.

The fifth time Jimin was jealous, he didn’t even see you in person. It was quite a sunny day actually, and you felt that spring was slowly creeping over the city. The trees came back to life and the mornings were filled with singing birds. 

Jimin didn’t like the weather or anything else at that moment to be honest. He was lying sick in bed while you and the rest of the boys were out having fun. You had originally planned to bring all of Bangtan and wanted to move it to another date when Jimin fell sick, but he refused to ruin your fun and told you to do it without him. So you went to the swimming pool without Jimin. 

While he was lying there in his bed though he cursed his immune system for failing him, when he saw that Hoseok had updated Twitter with a video. Jimin clicked on it and it buffered a little before the video started playing. 

It showed you standing in all you golden glory with a sinful bathing suit that showed off your curves perfectly. Jimin almost drooled but his mouth went completely dry when Taehyung with a very much bare torso picked you up in his arms and smiled down at you as you glared warningly at him before screeching as your bodies hit the water, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you couldn’t reach the bottom of the pool and that’s when the video cut off with a squeal of laughter from Hoseok. 

Jimin rewatched the video again and again until his eyes were starting to sting with angry and frustrated tears. Never had he ever been so mad at himself for getting sick. He wanted to be the one you were clinging too because your feet couldn’t reach the bottom. 

He felt like Hoseok in the video was laughing at him for being so pathetic.

The sixth time Jimin was jealous was a week later. He was back again working on their comeback with the others, he was dropping by Yoongi’s studio with some coffee. He had bought an americano for him because he wanted to thank him for taking care of him when he was sick, but he was too embarrassed to just say it out loud. 

Coffee would have to do, but as he slowly opened the door to the studio he saw you. Smiling and staring fondly at Yoongi. You had Yoongi’s headphones covering your ears and your head was slowly nodding to the beat of the music.Your eyes lingered on Yoongi’s before drifting closed while he caressed your knee where his hand was placed. When the song had ended you looked at him gleefully and placed your hand over his. 

“That was amazing Yoongi, I love it” you spoke softly and Jimin’s blood boiled. That voice was the one you used when you spoke to him. His grip on the plastic cup was so tight, it crumpled in his hand, he let go of it by reflex so the cup fell to the ground and the coffee soaked his jeans. 

“Ah, shit!” he exclaimed earning your attention. “Jimin! Be careful” you rushed to help him clean the floor, Yoongi completely forgotten. He still couldn’t get the picture out of his head though..

Jimin was sitting on the sofa backstage before their comeback, he had gotten his makeup done and was now waiting for the others to be done while he went through the choreo in his head. You sat down next to him and he tensed up immediately. 

“I have a question, since, you’re a guy and all” you said and turned your body towards him, he nodded slowly motioning for you to keep going. 

“So, I like this guy and I think he likes me too… But he isn’t doing anything about it, he just tenses up whenever I speak to him, but gets jealous when I’m around other guys” you sighed… Jimin felt something flare in his chest, but didn’t say anything to start with. You liked someone? Who? Jimin doubted he was good enough for you since he didn’t do anything, he should have. If he really liked you. 

“Are you sure he likes you too? I mean maybe he just thinks you’re nice?” Jimin had expected a worried lip bite or maybe a slight shrug. Instead you just looked rather… curious? 

“Oh really? but would he get jealous then? I was thinking he might be holding himself back because he doesn’t think I like him back or maybe he’s just too shy…” you trailed off letting your eyes trail up from the point on his chest to stare directly into his eyes. Jimin swallowed and broke the eye contact to see if the others were about to be done, or if he could throw this on someone else but everyone seemed to be busy so he just sighed. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right”. This time Jimin expected a smile of some sort, but instead your eyebrows furrowed and you clenched your jaw. “Jimin?” he hummed in response “Is there not anyone you like?” Jimin choked on air, and almost felt his heart leap out of his chest when he felt your warm hand rubbing his back “Uh, I mean, yeah, uh, there is.. Someone I like?” it came out as a question and you lifted an eyebrow, when Jimin just shrugged you scoffed and for a moment you looked angry “You really are blind, aren’t you?” Jimin stared confused at you and let his eyes run over your face - you looked almost… sad. Jimin could feel himself getting angry. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about, what does my ability to see have to do with your stupid crush on some idiot” he hissed. You looked at him and tears had sprung in the corners of your eyes. Shit, he fucked up. “You’re right, It’s a stupid crush on some idiot” your voice wavered.

“An idiot named Park Jimin” you said and practically ran out of the room. Jimin sat there speechless. He felt like all of the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He barely registered what you had actually said before he was sprinting out of the room.

He didn’t catch up with you until he reached the parking lot where it was raining, once again. He saw you walking briskly towards the bus stop, and even though he was already breathless from running down the stairs he sprinted towards you and didn’t stop when he reached you, instead he ran straight into you wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind. You gasped from the surprise, but as soon as you recovered you started struggling against his grip. Jimin let go of you, only to turn you around and press his lips against yours. This time you didn’t fight him. You could feel yourself becoming putty in his hands and he smiled into the kiss. 

“Alie” he whispered and looked at you, or tried, since there was raindrops in his lashes and his hair hang in front of his eyes. Both of you were completely soaked from top to toe but none of you seemed to care. 

“Shit, I don’t even know what to say - I’m so bad at feelings and I always end up making things awkward and honestly you are so right, I am completely blind. I swear I had no idea, I guess I didn’t want to believe it or somethi-” you cut him off with a brief touch of your lips on his. 

“I’m sorry I called you an idiot - but you, like, totally deserved that” you murmured and Jimin nodded in agreement before flashing his angelic smile and kissing you again. and again. 

- Six times to be exact, because he did have a comeback to attend to and he knew you would be there when he finished. You had all the time in the world.

Originally posted by ultranicolet

A/n: ^^ this was legit me when writing this at 4 am lol. Thanks to @fightme-bangtan for reading this through <33 

anonymous asked:

can you write something about kara/supergirl finding out about lena's favourite little things?

i combined two other prompts with this because i’m terrible and haven’t worked on prompts in months. anyway. sorry if it sucks

It’s during their second interview that Kara learns Lena has a terrible snacking habit.

Her massive desk has a well hidden drawer—one that Kara missed the first time she x-ray visioned the office, much to her chagrin—filled to the brim with energy bars, trail mixes, crackers, and expensive chocolates Kara’s never even heard of, maintained and supplied by the very perceptive Jess who is well aware of her boss’s unfortunate tendency to forget several meals in a row and insists on at least ensuring that the CEO subsists on snacks at the very minimum.

Kara spends the hour Jess has painstakingly fit into Lena’s schedule smiling as she watches Lena pull out a bag of trail mix, snacking through every question, chewing thoughtfully as she ponders how to respond to the inquiries into her family.

“Oh no,” she murmurs, after asking Kara to try the dried cranberries, informing her that they’re her favorite and that she wants Kara to try them too, “I don’t think my mother was working with Lex before. I think his going mad was what broke her. She was never quite shy about being obvious for her preference for Lex.” Lena stops, digs through the mix for a moment, searching for any chocolate—something Kara’s noticed is the first to go—and shakes her head. “Can we leave that off the record, Kara? I just…let’s talk about something else.”

And Kara nods, promises to leave out any mention of Lex and Lillian (focusing only on Lionel), and accepts the cranberries, trying hard not to blush at the smile Lena sends her way when she agrees it’s likely her favorite part of the trail mix as well.  

(From that day forward, Kara always checks the secret drawer, letting Jess know on the sly if Lena’s stores were running low—much to the assistant’s pleasant surprise.)

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Lesbian Vilde and Magnus being friends
  • It takes a while for Magnus getting used to Vilde being a lesbian, it is probably a lot of him forgetting about it in the beginning. Like him being like “why don’t you hook up with guys anymore?” And vilde being like “I’m gay??? I told you?”
  • On the other hand Magnus is like super supportive to make up for all the times he is stupid. His text conversation with Vilde is something like this:
    • Magnus: “It is this very pretty girl that works at Coop”
    • Vilde: “????”
    • Magnus: “Since you like girls!!!1!”
    • Vilde: “Is she gay?”
    • Magnus “wait… I will run back and check”
    • Vilde: “NO MAGNUS”
  • On that note Magnus tries to be a good wing man, he really does but him running up to girls asking if they are gay is not the best way to help Vilde score.
  • When Vilde goes to her first gay club she brings Magnus along. Nobody talks to them and Vilde pretends that it doesn’t bother her. Magnus is like what?? then he walks around and overhears a conversation by two girls there:
  • “A straight couple in a gay bar….” Magnus relizees the girls are talking about him and Vilde and he buffs in to the conversation “excuse me?” The girls probably look at him like he is caring the plauge. “Hey, Listen the thing is that my friend over there just came out as a lesbian. We are not dating she just needed some support”. And the girls are like “oh.. sorry we didn’t know”. And then Magnus gets a great idea “can one of you girls walk over and flirt with her a little. She has some confidence issues, please”
    • One of the girls just shrugs and walks over to hit on Vilde. Vilde is sitting by the bar like a lost puppy constantly fixing her hair and fiddling with her straw and then this pretty girls comes over and Vilde is all ???me??you want to talk to me???I can flirt with a pretty girl in public!!!! They start talking and Magnus gives her thumbs up from the bar.
    • After that Vilde goes alone to the gay bars (or with Eva). 
  • On the subject of Eva Magnus is  the biggest evilde shipper around. Always pushing them together and if they all three hang out being caught between “I should leave so they can get together” or “I can’t leave I want to see them fall in love”
  • When they finally get together Magnus is so happy and smily and hugs them both.
  • When Magnus gets girlfriends (he falls so quickly in love. he likes to pretend he is an emanational less vessel also known as føkkboi but he is an lovesick puppy desperate for an significant other) Vilde is all nice and smile to the person’s face but the moment Magnus leaves she gives them the “I love my bff and if you hurt him I will be very angry talk”.
  • Eva is also very happy every time Magnus gets a new SO because then they can actually have double dates and not Magnus third wheeling after her and Vilde on dates. 
  • Everytime Magnus breaks up with someone Vilde is his go to shoulder to cry on, but seeing Magnus cry makes her cry and that is how Isak finds them like both crying on the floor and him being like “wtf happened here?”
  • One time when Magnus refers to his girlfriend and Vilde as “his girls” his girlfriend is like “Don’t do that we are not defined by our relationship to you or any other man” and Vilde is like “I like her she is like Noora”.
The First Time

The first time James saw her, she was frowning. Stood by the Hogwarts Express, with her her fiery red hair plaited haphazardly into two braids, she appeared to be arguing with a blonde girl who he guessed must be her sister. He watched as the aforementioned blonde- who was wearing a particularly sour expression- sneered something at her and stormed off, leaving the red-head’s shoulders to slump as she hugged her parents goodbye. James wondered if her sister was always that stroppy.

The first time she laid eyes on him, he was laughing. Stood outside the compartment she was sat in with Sev, his hair a haphazard mess as he chatted with an aristocratic boy who looked liked he belonged to a rich family. He wore expensive robes and rounded glasses like her father did, but that didn’t fool her; she knew by their smirks that they were troublemakers- boys her mother warned her to stay away from- and Lily hoped they wouldn’t sit in her compartment.

The first time they scowled at each other, she was filled with pride as the hat called GRYFFINDOR! and he watched her hurry over to the table he was sat at. He wondered if she’d come and sit by him, but from the way her nose wrinkled as their eyes met, he figured she probably wouldn’t. Strange, he thought, as she glared up at him from the table. No one had ever disliked him before. He glared back anyway.

The first time they smiled at each other, they had just stopped Mulciber from hexing a Hufflepuff boy in their Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Who knew two first years could pull off a Twitchy-ears hex on a third year? As he ran off, red-faced and clutching his ears, they couldn’t help but share a smile. They knew payback would most likely be coming, but they couldn’t help a small moment of victory.

The first time they argued with each other, it happened in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, and had something to do with Severus. No one really understood what had happened over the spitting of insults between the pair, but they couldn’t understand how James Potter wasn’t afraid of the furious red-head, (though he was secretly marvelling at the pretty girl who was surprisingly as sharp-tongued as Sirius). When wands were drawn, it was Remus who split it up.

The first time they laughed with each other was in third year. After two years of rivalry, it came as a shock to the whole of Gryffindor when Lily Evans and James Potter both burst out laughing at an apparently ‘hilarious’ expression Sirius Black was wearing. The disgruntled victim thought they’d been hit by a cheering charm, which only made the pair laugh harder. They went back to their feud the very next day.

The first time they were partnered up together was in potions class. She decided he was a ‘big-headed idiot’ as they bickered over which ingredients to put in the potion, and he refused to let her stir. He concluded she was a ‘right know-all’, but he couldn’t deny he liked her sarcastic streak- not that he’d ever tell her that.  A row ensued when their potion exploded all over their desk, and Slughorn decided he wouldn’t pair them up again.

The first time he asked her out had been in fourth year. It had sort of- somehow- slipped out mid-argument, and after surprise had flashed in her eyes she’d replied ‘never in your wildest dreams’. To cover up his disappointment, James had made it a running joke from then on, though his pride had been hurt for at least a month.

The first time they pranked someone together, their victim was Bellatrix. It had to be- it was, of course, her last day, and she definitely deserved it. The bucket of maple syrup and feathers had been James’s idea, but the finishing touch of the Tarantallegra charm had been Lily’s. James had stated she’d done a “Good job, Evans”, rather begrudgingly. She’d held back a grin.

The first time they snuck out together, it was to collect chocolates for Remus on his birthday, in fifth year. Lily had once stated she’d “never go under Potter’s invisibility cloak”, which he happily reminded her of multiple times on the journey. They may or may not have eaten some of the chocolate on the way back, but Remus didn’t mind. In fact, Lily had never seen him happier.

The first time they cried together was the sixth year, just before they left for Christmas, when James’s father had passed away. She’d found him by the fire and sat with him until morning, both pretending they weren’t scared of this war as they clutched hands. Lily visited him for the first time that holiday, with a bouquet of flowers for his mum.

The first time they got drunk together they played exploding snap in Lily’s dorm until three a.m. The game ended when Sirius and Marlene started making out a little too ferociously, and Peter passed out on the floor, snoring. Remus and James helped carry him back to their dorm and Lily went to bed with her heart beating quickly and a smile on her face.

The first time they went on a date, it wasn’t planned. Well, not by them at least. Their friends abandoned them, leaving them red-cheeked when they cottoned on. They’d gone to the Three broomsticks anyway, and laughed until they cried over a pitcher of butterbeer. James couldn’t help but feel he was falling completely, and Lily decided that maybe her heart had thawed a little for the boy she once loathed. Their friends wore smug looks for a fortnight afterwards.

The first time they kissed, it was Lily who initiated it, surprisingly. They’d been skipping around each other for weeks, and she finally had the guts to do it at a celebratory quidditch party when she was (more than a little bit) tipsy, and decided she had nothing to lose. It was sloppy and haphazard, but Lily thought her insides might explode. James wouldn’t stop grinning.

The first time he told her he loved her, they were seventeen. She was sprawled on the grass, a book in her hand and her hair fanning out behind her. He’d known it for a long time, he realised, looking at the concentration on her face. It seemed to slip off his tongue so easily that he didn’t even realise it had been said. Lily whispered it back as she entwined her hands around his neck and their lips connected.

The first time they had sex it was awkward and embarrassing, but pleasant at the same time. It wasn’t anything like they’d seen in muggle movies; there was giggling, (mostly on Lily’s part, much to the annoyance of James), and low murmurs of encouragement, but by the time they were done both were smiling. The second time was much, much better.

The first time they saw their baby, they were twenty years old. Lily never thought she could love someone as much as she loved James, but oh, how wrong she was. As they held their son between them, she never thought she could love anything quite as much as her two boys, with their messy dark hair and beautiful hearts. She thought her own heart might explode with the strength of her love.

The last time they saw each other she was cradling their little baby in her arms. And, as the wand was pointed at his face, no one could know how James wished he’d turned to look at her just one last time before she’d left the room- even though he didn’t really need to. As his eyes closed, a picture of her was burned into his mind, as bright as the sun.

Until they saw each other again.


The song of the ocean breeze fills the air around you and Shawn as you lazily swing back and forth in that old hammock on the front porch of the house you’re renting, the one with ropes that looked about ready to snap. Shawn spent the day yesterday repairing it while you watched him, iced tea in hand, sunglasses perched on your nose and encouragements falling from your lips. (“Babe, your back looks so good like that”; “Stop wiggling your ass at me dipshit”; “Can you take your pants off too?”)

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That One Dreadful Call (Part 3)

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,567

Warnings: language, mention at torture violence, angst as per usual 

A/N: I have been bored all day so this is what you get :) and I’m going to give most of the credit to @mamapeterson bc she was a genius in beta’ing this…she improved tf out of it and made it what it is!! Feedback is appreciated!!

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jensen & jared main panel AHBL8 summary

Q: which characters do u wanna interact with more? jared: sully, sam’s imaginary friend. jensen: lucifer, and john for jdm

Jared thinks if he wasn’t on TV he would have heaps of tattoos.

‘There’s a lot of nudity on that show.’ Jared Padalecki responds to audience suggestion that he & Jensen would be great in Outlander #AHBL8

jensen: i’d want us on the walking dead. jared: again…..their /final/ episode. because we’d kill all of the zombies

Jensen said there will be something “purgatory-esque” before the end of the season. #ahbl8

Jared is super proud of the work he did with soulless Sam. Jensen is really proud of purgatory Dean. This makes me very happy.

Q:what car would you drive? Jared: a Volkswagen Beetle. Jensen: 'The A-Team van’ Jared: 'The Millennium Falcon’ *proceeds the list the specifications*

Jared likes sitting in the pool with his kids ……and sending photos to Jensen. Jensen: 'I’m probably there!’ #ahbl8

Jared: when people tell me I saved their life, I turn around and tell them, no, YOU saved your life. YOU’RE the badass. #AHBL8

Q. What would you do to be alone with yourself? Dirty thoughts. Jensen face is the best thing ever  #ahbl8

Jared: 'Fake Ruby? Yeah! She just had her third kid!’ *smiles* *head in hands* *sobbing*

Jensen’s arguing w jared because he compared spn to star wars amd jensen’s like “we’ve never been to /space/ …….. SEASON 13”

Jared finds many similar personality traits in Sam Winchester and Luke Skywalker #AHBL8

Jensen: they wanted to cast the oddly tall younger brother first, and the handsome one second. #ahbl8

@JensenAckles 'there’s only one Dean. Dean Cain’ #ahbl8


jensen was talking about how he really loved to play alec in dark angel and jared DROPPED HIS MIC and started hardcore 'fangirling’

Fall For You | Drabble 01

Summary: Jungkook thinks that midnight is the best time of night, but he thinks the midnights where he gets to see you are his favorite.
Or: the party where Jungkook decides to quite drinking.

Word Count: 3.188

Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03

 Mood music: X

A/N: Thank you to @workofteaguk for encouraging me to post this drabble and return to this world. I hope you guys like this return!!

Midnight is Jungkook’s favorite time of night.

It’s his favorite because once that clock strikes twelve, Jungkook’s night is either just getting started, or he’s falling into bed to sleep peacefully. He’s either seated between pretty thighs and thick lipstick, a hookah pressed to his lips, or he’s lying naked in bed with a pleasantly fucked out girl on his chest.

In high school, people have something to prove. Parties are always more extravagant and always go on longer, as if there’s some kind of reward that can be found by keeping the party going until the sun’s rising in the sky. Jungkook isn’t a huge fan of those parties. He goes, of course, usually with Taehyung and Jimin flanking him and a pretty girl waiting on the other side of the room, but he refuses to stay much later than midnight. Whether he goes home or back to a pretty thing’s house- once a senior from the local university had taken Jungkook home, thinking him to be older than he was. Taehyung had full out cried when he heard the news, and Jimin high-fived him so many times that Jungkook’s hand stung, and well, that was a different story altogether.

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A Higher Education PT.2

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University.

Word Count:  6,293

A/U: So happy with all of the support from you all. I’m really enjoying writing this so I think instead of three parts I will be doing four. But nothing more than that. ENJOY!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Yeah well just text me when you want us to come over?” I said as I pulled out my notebook.

We were sitting in the second row out of my choosing and because I had shown up early to get a good seat. I liked the third row because you were close enough for the prof to know your face but not too close for him to ask you questions.

“Excuse me?” I heard a voice coming from next to Shawn. I glanced over and saw the girl in the row up from us leaning over the seats, her long hair falling near Shawn and she pushed it back behind one ear. “I wasn’t here last class, do you think I could get a picture of your notes?”

My eyes narrowed automatically. First, most of the power points were online, you could sufficiently catch up by just reading them alone and supplementing with the textbook, second why didn’t she ask the people next to her and third, why was her smile so fucking big?

“Oh yeah for sure, but my writing is terrible? Maybe you might want to ask someone else?”  Shawn answered

Yeah, maybe you should ask someone fucking else.

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Nobody Said it Was Easy

Summary: The Apocalypse is going strong and Dean finds himself stuck with an insanely difficult decision. The only option he sees that they have left is for him to say yes to Michael. Before he leaves though he decides a good idea to have one last night with Y/N before leaving her and Sammy behind.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Michael, Lucifer, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, language, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom!!), spoilers from season five, angst, fighting, Dean being a dick. 

Word Count: 4,998

A/N: This is my entry for @nichelle-my-belle 4K Angst challenge. I’ve never written a season five Dean before so I figure this would be fun! My prompt was 4. His words shattered her as though her as if her heart was porcelain and her love was a lie.  This is told through third person point of view. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

Originally posted by coupleaims

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

The world was going to end, and it felt like no matter what Sam, Dean and Y/N did there was no way to stop it. Sitting in the motel room Y/N let out a heavy sigh, running her hands over her face. God didn’t want to help them, he felt like the apocalypse was not his fault. Who could blame him thought, technically it wasn’t his fault at all. There really was no one to blame for this. Dean was in Hell, Y/N was hunting trying to forget about him, and Sam was being manipulated by Ruby. It felt more like this damn path was set out for them rather than them choosing it.

There was no way this was going to end well for any of them. People were going to die, probably one of their friends or make shift family. They’d already lost Jo and Ellen and countless other hunters. It was only a matter of time before one of them bit the dust, and they couldn’t afford that. All hands were needed on deck, they needed to but ten thousand percent effort into stopping the end of the world. But as much as they hoped and prayed they could win this fight, they were running out of options. Things were looking bleak and there wasn’t a lot they could do at this point.   

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Valentine’s Day

“can you do an imagine of your bestfriend and your crushs friend are going out so one day your crush and friends boyfriend go pick you guys up from the movies and then you guys go to your crushes house and you guys hangout and it’s awkward at first between you guys but then you guys end up admitting each others feelings after walking around outside alone while your friend and her boyfriend are inside”

I know it’s been YEARS but I finally finished another imagine! Where I live Valentine’s Day is almost over; I probably missed the deadline completely for a lot of you. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and happy (belated?) Valentine’s Day! ;)

Word count: 2.5k

The bright afternoon sunlight hits your face, nearly blinding you as you and your best friend exit the dimly lit movie theater. “Ahh, my eyes,” you shriek, shielding your face with your hands.

(F/n) grunts in agreement. “I feel like a vampire exiting my coffin for the first time.”

“Strange analogy. Even stranger that it makes sense.”

(F/n) pulls out her phone, looks at the screen, and puts it back in her pocket.

“Is he on his way?” you ask, referring to her boyfriend, who agreed to pick the two of you up.

“Yeah. (C/n) is coming too,” says (f/n), looking sideways at you. You can’t hide anything from your best friend, and though you haven’t said anything outright, she can tell you’re interested in (c/n).

“Okay,” you reply nonchalantly.

(F/n) laughs. “Oh, come on, I know you like him. When are you going to do something about it?”

You sigh, dropping the act. “I don’t know. We’re not that close yet…and anyway, I don’t like him that much!”

“Puh-lease! You’re obsessed with him. It’s plain as day.” (F/n) elbows you teasingly. “And apparently the four of us will be going to his house today, so this is your chance to get close!” She winks.

You try to control the bubbling excitement. You’ve been to your crush’s house maybe once or twice before, what with him being close friends with (f/n)’s boyfriend. But, due to your crippling awkwardness, you can barely hold a conversation with him. Maybe today will be different. After all, the romantic movie you and (f/n) just watched has inspired you a little.

A car pulls up in front of the theater and honks obnoxiously. “Shut up, we’re coming,” (f/n) hollers through the open window at her boyfriend, (c/f/n). She opens the door and climbs into the shotgun seat, leaving the back seat to you…and presumably (c/n). You wipe your palms on your pants and open the door.

And there he is, grinning at you as you climb in and sit down next to him. “Hey, (y/n),” he says, and that simple greeting is suddenly the sexiest, smoothest thing you’ve ever heard. You sigh involuntarily, then quickly remember yourself and try to act cool. “Oh, hey, (c/n),” you reply, buckling your seat belt.

“So. Your house, (c/n)?” asks (c/f/n) as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, my parents aren’t home so we can get turnt,” (c/n) jokes. “As in, like, bust out the root beer.”

You laugh, a little too loudly, considering it wasn’t that funny. (F/n) is right, you’re really not subtle about your crush. But thankfully, (c/n) seems oblivious.

“You can stay pretty late, too, if you want,” he continues.

Turning away to face the window, you smile a little to yourself. Spending the whole evening with (c/n) sounds like a pretty good time to you. You just hope you won’t screw anything up with your awkwardness.

(C/f/n) pulls into (c/n)’s driveway and you all hop out. When you’re all inside the house, (c/n) grabs a few root beers from the fridge. You take one from him and your fingers touch for a second.

You crack open the soda, enjoying the satisfying fizz. “Cheers,” says (c/n), holding out his can. You and your friends laugh and bump cans and then collapse onto the living room couches together. (F/n) and (c/f/n) immediately cuddle up next to each other on the loveseat. Meanwhile, you and (c/n) sit on armchairs opposite each other, occasionally making awkward eye contact.

“Hey, baby, I have something for you,” says (c/f/n) suddenly, reaching into his back pocket. As you and (c/n) look on with interest, he pulls out a small jewelry box and hands it to (f/n). She gasps before even opening it. “No way! You didn’t have to!!” she shrieks. Then she opens the box gently to reveal a beautiful chain necklace, and shrieks even more. You laugh quietly, enjoying her happiness, as she pounces on her boyfriend and hugs him tightly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” (c/f/n) says with an affectionate grin. Your good mood evaporates as you remember what day it is. Your least favorite holiday, this is the one day a year when you are constantly forced to acknowledge that you are single, and probably will be for the rest of your life. Seeing happy couples together only worsens the constant suffering of this wretched holiday. Unfortunately, the couple in front of you is no different. As cute as they are, you suddenly feel like an incredibly awkward spectator to their romantic moment. Sneaking a quick glance at (c/n), you can tell he feels the same.

As your friend and her boyfriend start making out, (c/n) meets your eyes and attempts an awkward smile. His face is a little pink, and you’re sure yours is even redder. What an uncomfortable atmosphere to be sitting in with your crush.

Finally (c/n) clears his throat. Your friends continue unperturbed. (C/n) sighs, rolls his eyes playfully at you, and picks up the TV remote, turning it on. The weather report comes on at full volume, startling your friends out of their makeout session. “Oh, sorry,” (f/n) says breathily, giggling when she sees your exasperated faces. She makes eye contact with you, and you raise an eyebrow, jerking your head in (c/n)’s direction as if to say, Thanks a lot for making this awkward!

(F/n) just winks back before grabbing the remote from (c/n). “For fuck’s sake, put on something other than the weather!” She flips through the channels and stops abruptly when a rerun of High School Musical appears. “Hell yes. This is my favorite movie ever.”

You chuckle and settle back in your armchair, taking a sip of your root beer and trying to relax. Though the movie is moderately entertaining, your mind is occupied by (c/n)’s presence just a few feet away. You try to force your eyes to stay on the screen, but despite your best efforts, they continually wander over to (c/n) in his armchair watching him as he watches the movie. The light from the TV screen gives his face an ethereal glow. He is so pretty, you can’t help but think. So. Pretty. At one point he senses you staring and turns to look at you, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. You quickly look away, cheeks burning.

“KISS! KISS! COME ON! DO IT!” (F/n) barks out from her perch on (c/f/n)’s lap, and your head snaps in her direction. Thankfully, she seems to be yelling at the TV. Troy and Gabriella are leaning in, gazing romantically into each other’s eyes as they get closer and closer. But for like the third or fourth time, they’re interrupted before they get the chance to kiss. Damn, the sexual frustration must really be getting to them by now. “NOOO!” moans (f/n) dramatically, falling back into (c/f/n)’s arms.

“Drama queen,” he teases. “Don’t act like you haven’t seen this a thousand times.”

“Every time, I believe in them, and every time, I am let down,” (f/n) sighs. “Come on, let’s show them how it’s done.” She straddles his lap and plunges them both into what looks like another long makeout session.

You sigh and scratch your neck, as if the discomfort is an itch you can rub out. But the uneasy feeling persists. You avoid meeting (c/n)’s eyes, knowing your face is probably bright pink again. At last, unable to stand the awkwardness, you stand up. “Okay, I think I should leave you two alone,” you announce casually. There’s little response. It’s unlikely that either of them can hear anything you’re saying. “I’m just gonna go outside for a bit. Have fun, use protection, don’t forget to breathe!”

As you start to leave, (c/n) jumps up too. “I’ll come with!” he says quickly. “No way am I third wheeling for the rest of the movie.”

He follows you out the door, and for a moment you stand together on the porch, unsure of what to do. “Shall we go for a stroll?” (c/n) proposes overdramatically.

“Oh, yes, let’s,” you reply in a silly high-pitched voice. You immediately feel stupid, kicking yourself internally. But (c/n) laughs anyway and starts walking, so you follow him on a slow path around the house.

“Good thinking, getting out of there while you could,” he says, nudging your arm with his elbow. You try to calm the nerves that are firing up inside you, making you jittery. “Thanks, it was my defense mechanism against aggressive PDA. I’ve picked it up after years of Valentine’s Days.”

“Not your favorite holiday?” (C/n)’s mouth curves upwards, looking sideways at you in amusement.

You make a face. “God no. I hate Valentine’s Day. I’m convinced it was created purely to make single people like me feel bad about themselves.” You stop yourself before you can launch into your familiar rant.

“Well, I like the part where you get to eat ice cream and cry alone,” (c/n) jokes.

“While listening to sad music,” you add. “There’s no way you do that though!”

“What? Surprised? I have a sensitive side too!” he chuckles. You fake a shocked look, while secretly dying inside. Who’d have thought you’d be strolling alone with your crush, talking about romance? And to top it off, the sun is starting to set.

You reach the front of the house again. From here, you can see the sun sinking over the horizon. Without speaking, you stop walking and stand together in the front yard, watching the sky slowly getting set on fire.

As beautiful as it is, you’re again distracted by the presence of your crush, this time right next to you. You glance sideways at him, thinking, This view is so much better though! Then you realize he’s looking sideways at you too, a small smirk on his lips. You quickly look back at the sky. Why is this becoming a pattern? Control yourself! You curse inwardly.

The sky grows darker and you start to shiver. You have a sweater on, but considering it’s the middle of February, the fabric is quickly becoming too thin to keep you warm. (C/n) notices and furrows his eyebrows. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you lie through your chattering teeth.

(C/n) smiles and, in one easy movement, pulls his sweatshirt off. “Put this on.” He holds it out to you.

“Keep it, I’m fine,” you insist.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t need it, I’m too hot anyway.”

“Yeah you are,” you shoot back flirtatiously before you can stop yourself. (C/n) looks at you in faint surprise and chuckles. You blush and quickly grab the sweatshirt, putting it on. You breathe in the heavenly smell, trying not to be obvious. Oh man, you’re wearing his hoodie. Could it get any better than this?

Apparently it could, because just then (c/n) reaches around you and rubs your arm with his hand to warm it up. “Better?” he asks, grinning.

“Uh huh,” you reply breathlessly. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” You wait for him to move away, shove his hands back into his pockets, or even turn around to go back inside. But he doesn’t. His arm remains circled around your waist, holding you against him. You breathe out slowly, trying to stay calm even though you’re certain you must be dreaming. Real life does not go like this. And more importantly, good things just don’t happen to you on Valentine’s Day.

Your mind flashes back to (f/n) and her boyfriend. The sky is dark and starry now, indicating that some time must have passed. You wonder why no one has come to look for you or called you back inside, but you figure (f/n) must have something to do with it. Thank goodness your friend knows when you need to be left alone.

To break the silence, you say, “Think they’re done making out yet?”

(C/n) laughs lightly. “Probably not,” he responds. A moment passes before he adds, “Besides, this is nice.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I don’t spend enough time outside. I didn’t even know this many stars were visible from where we live.”

“Amazing what you discover when you’re not huddled in your room on the internet,” he teases.

“Painfully accurate,” you admit. “I leave the house for one day and I get to wear a boy’s sweatshirt. I should try this more often.” After the sentence leaves your mouth you realize how awkward it is, but you can’t take it back now. You wait anxiously for (c/n)’s reaction, but it’s nothing like you’re expecting.

“I get to watch the sunset with a pretty girl, so I think I’m the real winner here.” His arm tightens slightly around you. You turn your face towards him, trying to read his expression. He smiles gently down at you. “(Y/n), I don’t want to be too forward or anything…but I can’t keep this a secret anymore. I really, really like you.”

Your mouth flops open clumsily as your mind races, trying to make sure you didn’t hear him wrong. “Uhh. You mean, like…like-like?”

(C/n) chuckles. “Yes, (y/n), I like-like you. I’ve had a crush on you for, like, ever.” His eyes, shining in the darkness, search yours. “Is there any chance that…I don’t know, maybe…you might feel the same way?”

It would be impossible to fight the grin that splits your face. “Are you kidding? I like you so much, you have no idea!”

“Oh my God” is all (c/n) says before crashing his lips onto yours. Taken completely by surprise, you stand frozen for a moment before melting into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. You feel completely delirious, giddy beyond belief at this literal dream-come-true. And it should be noted that (c/n)’s lips are even softer than in your dreams. It’s perfect. You’re in (c/n)’s sweatshirt, kissing under the stars, and it’s absolutely perfect.

Wrapped up in the kiss, you almost miss the muffled shout of “GET IT GIRL!” coming from the house. You pull apart and glance over to see (f/n)’s face pressed against the window, grinning from ear to ear. (C/n) starts to laugh and you join in, leaning your forehead against his.

“So, (y/n)…” (c/n) cups your face in his hands. “Still hate Valentine’s Day?”

You pretend to think it over. “Well, I guess I can make an exception for this one.” You smile up at him and he grins back, pulling your face towards his once more.

Reyes who?

Something’s been bothering me for a while.

Spoilers for the end of the game:

If you ally yourself with Sloane Kelly, her presence on Meridian at the end of the game makes sense. She’s the ruler of Kadara and a leader of the Oucasts. A woman in power, who commands a significant number of people. She might hate the Initiative but she understands that the kett are a threat to everyone and she’s ready to put that hatred aside (at least for a while) for the good of the galaxy. And to do that, she’s using all her power and considerable resources to support you.

But Reyes? As far as everyone is concerned, he’s a nobody. Some third-rate smuggler who flirts with everything that breathes. An exile, a contact with the angaran resistance, yeah, but no one really important. So what the hell someone like him is doing on Meridian? Who’s he, a concerned citizen? Someone who was in the vicinity and decided to join the fight, punching krogan behemoths in the face? Who was he, why was he there, people didn’t wonder?

Romanced Reyes gives Ryder a wink at the end. No epic hug, no kiss, just a discreet wink and that’s it. All that most likely to keep their relationship a secret. But wouldn’t it make more sense to have him show his emotions openly and reveal his relationship with Ryder? Sure, the Pathfinder dating some shady exile would raise a few eyebrows and cause a mild scandal (”The Pathfinder and a criminal? *gasp*”). But the relationship would explain Reyes’s presence on Meridian. “Oh, yeah, sure, he’s the Pathfinder’s boyfriend, of course he would want to join them in the final battle and protect their ass, that’s true love man!”. As it is now, wouldn’t people get curious and start digging to find out who the fuck that dashing scoundrel was and why the hell was some random nobody exile among the fighters? Isn’t keeping their relationship a secret potentially more damaging, since it may endanger Reyes’s position as the Charlatan? Big fat snog would cause a scandal and subsequently divert the public’s attention from the real, dangerous and secretive stuff. Surface reading would satisfy people and prevent them from going deeper into Reyes’s doings.

Just throwing it out here. I really wanted a kiss at the end okay.


a lock yourself out drabble inspired by these tfln

“Baaaabyyyyy,” Harry whined.

“One second!” Paulie called out to her very impatient boyfriend.

“What’s taking you so long?” he whined again.

“I wanna make sure everything’s in place. Now shush.”

The other day, Harry had ordered three sets of lingerie for Paulie and as soon as the package had arrived he knew he had to see her wearing them sooner rather than later.

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Hogwarts Love Story

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Summary: Newt Scamander and Y/N L/N are both new professors at Hogwarts, Newt teaching Care of Magical Creatures and her teaching Herbology. Everyone’s favorite Magizoologist had never really believed in love at first sight….but then he met her. 

A/N: I know that logically, they couldn’t be at Hogwarts at the same time as Hagrid, but he’s one of my favorites and I couldn’t help but put him in the story. 

Another fall had arrived and with it was the start to another school year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. New students, returning students, teachers who’d been there for year, and even some new ones.

Among the new faculty was Newton A. F. Scamander, Care of Magical Creatures professor.

The students always arrived via the Hogwarts Express, but teachers showed up by their own methods, a day before the student body. Newt had spent that day deep in his work, preparing for all the lessons he would be teaching to the next generation of wizards.

A year previously, the young Magizoologist had finally published his book. A few months after, he received a letter from Albus Dumbledore, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts. With hardly a second thought, Newt accepted the job offer in the letter.

The headmaster and his former student had negotiated that Newt could being his creatures on the campus, provided the case was secure at all times. Professor Scamander readily agreed.

An hour before the opening banquet began, Newt emerged from his office, every single lesson prepared to perfection. As he made his way down an empty and echo-y corridor, a familiar anxiety curled in the pit of his stomach.

Memories of not so nice classmates, and the daunting task of meeting new people made his breaths come out faster and shallower. Cheerful voices could be heard around the corner as he approached the next room.

With a deep breath, Newt rounded the corner. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but a very friendly half-giant surely was not it.

“You must be Professor Scamander!” The large bearded man boomed, pulling Newt in for a crushing hug. “I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Oh-! H-hello,” Newt offered, caught off guard.

“Name’s Rubeus Hagrid. Groundskeeper.” The smiling giant held out his hand. Newt took it gladly and shook.

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anonymous asked:

Fav scira moments ?

Omg, I have so many.

I absolutely 100% love their rain kiss (all three of them).

One of the many things I really like about Scira is that they’re very magnetic, it’s like they pull to each other and then instantly connect when they meet and the first rain kiss really shows that:

the second one is really playful and shot really nicely and pretty sexy until it gets interrupted

and the third one is so angsty, like 90s r&b slow jam music video kind of angsty

can we also appreciate how much it looks like Tyler and Arden enjoy kissing each other?


I also really love when he watches her eat pizza because the expression on his face is of complete adoration:

I love the “I remember and I meant it” scene because first of all, Scott isn’t being flippant and is just like no, I do love you, Kira:

but also because you see the kind of effect that Kira has on him, he’s in pain and the minute she touches him, he stills, he’s relieved of that hurt:

The 5x04 forehead kiss because they went through some shit and they just want to decompress and what calms them down, what gets them grounded, what gives them comfort is each other:

Their “acceptance” scene:

because I know that Scallison had their own version of this when he transforms back into being fully human Scott as she kisses him and I love, love that scene as well but the Scira scene has a sort of tenderness and gentleness to it that’s unique to Scira, like their expressions are of wonder, Kira’s wonder is of this complete other side of Scott and she purposefully asks to see his wolf face and Scott’s wonder and awe is of the fact that she isn’t just accepting, she’s deeply moved by what she sees.

Their accidental kiss:

It was funny and it was cute and I liked how it was already habitual for Scott to peck Kira before they had that “are we boyfriend and girlfriend?” conversation and I love the subsequent kiss in the episode in which they both lean into being a couple:

When my guy literally jumped out of a moving vehicle and wolfed out immediately to have Kira’s back

and then when their reunion kiss with Stiles AND Kira’s mom in the front seats:

This sexy-ass makeout/sex scene

Them just sleeping together

Their moonlit dance:

Everything about their date in 4x11

Their angsty hug

His flippant-but-not-flippant I love you

Every time he calmed her fox

Their cuddle

When she gives him her tail, there’s a sense of eternity to that gesture

When he comforted her about her fox

and many more!

*none of these are my gifs*