living room finds

  • *warlords in modern world*
  • MC: Hello, people who do not live here.
  • Sasuke: Hey
  • Yukimura: Yo!
  • Mitsunari: Hello, MC! How was your day?
  • Shingen: You look as beautiful as ever~
  • Nobunaga: Hmph. You're finally here. *lazing around on the couch like it's his own house*
  • Masamune: *walking out of the kitchen carrying a tray of food* Good timing, MC.
  • Hideyoshi: This apartment is smaller than I thought. Are you living fine here, MC? If you want you can move in with m-
  • Mitsuhide: The size makes this place really convenient for secret rendezvous.
  • Ieyasu: *hating every second of this*
  • Kenshin: Do robbers come here often? I'll cut them down.
  • Motonari: Just cut them? You gotta make it flashy!
  • Kennyo: *meditating in a corner*
  • MC: I gave you the keys for emergencies!
  • Sasuke: We were out of Doritos.

Concept: it’s our first winter morning in our new house together. As I wake up I’m filled with excitement and I run into the living room to find you waiting with breakfast and hot chocolate for us both. It’s snowing outside and we’re freezing cold but we’re both filled with joy to finally be together

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Tumblr Living and Dining Room

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i’m not crying, you’re crying

Dating Harry Would Include - 45

Scrabble:

- Him coming behind you to see what you are doing, kissing your shoulder
- Sighing in your neck that he’s bored and if you want to come play Scrabble with him
- His huge smile when you accept, taking your hand to lead you to the living room
- Finding the board game and everything else ready, waiting for you on the coffee table
- Helping you to sit on ground before going to the kitchen and bringing for both of you tea and snacks
- Offering you your mug fulls of your favorite tea  "You won’t listen to me but be careful it’s quite hot!“
- His "I told you!” face when you take a sip of the hot beverage and hiss between your teeth because of your burnt tongue
- Proposing to feed you when you ask him to give  you a bite of his snack
- Moving his hand away of your mouth each time you try to bite into his piece of apple
- Keep moving his hand until you’re close enough of him to kiss your cheek
- Teasing you in keeping the bag of letters out of your reach
- Encouraging you in laughing “ Come on little thing, I’m sure you can do it! ”
- His loud laugh when you start to tickling him as payback for his joke
- Him trying to take a look at your letters when he thinks you won’t notice
- Pushing his face away when he bend toward you to watch your words
- Trying to distract you to take another letter because he can’t write nothing with the ones he has
- Smacking  gently your ass when he comes back into the room and find you bending over the table to look at his letters
- His ironic concerned face when you complain “Poor little you! Wants me to kiss it better?”
- Feeling him playing with your hair while waiting for you to place your letters on the board game
- Distracting you in blowing slowly on your ear when you place your word
- Waiting to his turn to play to place sweet messages for you
- Answering to his sweet messages using the same way
- Catching your ankle in his hand when you try to distract him in pushing on his leg with your foot
- Tickling you while looking at you with a half smile when you look at the words with concentration
- Letting you win on purpose because he loves to see you happy for little things
- Acting innocent when you ask him if he let you won … 

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You walk into the living room where you find Elijah with a bottle of alcohol

You: “hey Elijah, what are you doing here all by yourself?”
Elijah: “I’m having a very shit day so i just wanted to spent sometime alone”
You: “Oh then i’ll just leave you alone“
Elijah: *takes a sip of his drink* “no you don’t have to go, i like it when you keep me company. So how is your day going?”
You: ”My day hasn’t been the best either, I got in a fight with Klaus”
Elijah: *offers you the bottle* “looks like you’re gonna need this too”

You Could Be Twins - (Peter Parker & Tom Holland AU)

Prompt: Peter Parker meets Tom Holland

Warnings: Fluff, mistaken identity 

Word Count: 1,098

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: This is a crossover. Enjoy!

~Masterlist~

“Ned I don’t know if this is such a good idea to go to this party. We aren’t even popular” Peter told his best friend.

“Peter come on this is going to be great. Maybe this will be your in with Y/N” Ned reminded him.

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Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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Dating Harry Would Include - 36

After a fight:

- Checking his phone every 10 seconds to see if you answered his numerous messages asking where you’re gone
- Walking through the whole house nervous, remembering and regretting all the things he told you
- Leaving lot of vocal messages asking you to come back home because he doesn’t want you to stay outside alone
- His body tensing when he hears the front door slamming, letting him know that you are back
- Walking quickly through the house to reach the living room and finding you
- His smile turning into a sad frown when you turn your head and ignore him
- A touch of sadness in his voice when he calls your name to make you look at him
- Coming site next to you, taking care not to touch you for the moment to not rush you
- Playing with his rings in looking at you time to time, waiting for a sign from you
- Touching your thigh with the back of his hand to tests your mood, your name escaping his lips in a whisper
- His deep sigh when you still refusing to look at him and turn your head  to the opposite side
- Resting his head on the back of the couch in looking at your back “The silent treatment?”
- Coming closer and caressing the back of your arm with his fingers in kissing your shoulder blade
- “Please, talk to me! You know how much I hate when you ignore me … My Love?”
- Resting his forehead on your back  begging you to answer him, even just a word
- Coming crouching in front of you, his hands holding your thighs, pulling on them to make you facing him
- His arms wrapped around your calves, leaving kisses on your knees and thighs
- The shy smile he can’t hide when you finally turn toward  him
- Looking at you during long minutes, his hands caressing your calves while waiting for you to talk
- Pressing his chest against your knees trying to catch your eyes when you look down
- The softness in his voice when you two finally made eye contact “Hi…”
- Taking your hand in his to kiss your knuckles one by one before pressing a kiss into your palm a frown in his forehead
- His voice cracking when he apologizes for making you cry during the fight
- Making him looking up to you in taking his face in your hands while leaning toward him
- Getting on his knees, his hands holding your hips to come closer to you
- Closing his eyes with a sigh of relief when you lay your forehead on his
- His long fingers sliding on your neck while he rubs your cheek with his thumb, a smile appearing on his lips
- Kissing you softly, letting his lips on the corner of your mouth while apologizing once again for what happened …

special delivery

“How much time until your next delivery, Jeon?”

“Unfortunately only ten minutes, Miss,” the boy murmurs, almost sorrowfully, and you watch as his eyes flicker down to glance at his watch.

“Great—” your hands fly down to his polyester jumper and hurriedly pull at the zipper, “—that’s ten minutes for you to fuck me.”


In which your husband is never home and the evening delivery boy is just oh-so convenient.

tags: delivery boy!jungkook, husband!taehyung, adultery, oral sex

word count: 3,444

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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You know those mindfulness colouring books?
Roy found one called ‘The Sweary Colouring Book’ on his travels and couldn’t not buy it for Jason. Each page was a cuss of some description in the swirly elaborate designs.
Roy honestly only bought it as a gag gift, the book amused him.

Never in a million years did he think that Jason would actually take to it. He’d spend hours on a bad day sat on the couch colouring in the swear words. The tranquil aura around him was strange, the chilled expression on his face unnerving. Roy spent hours stood in the doorway staring in disbelief.
The young man had been raging at the world and now was completely calm.
Where was this colouring book when Jason decided to put eight heads in a duffle bag?

Jason’s phone rang on such a day and Roy eventually gave up waiting for his partner to notice it and answered for him.
'Yello? Jason’s phone?’
'Er hey Roy. It’s Dick. Where’s Jason?’
'Colouring in bullshit. He’s pretty focused maybe ring back later?’
’…. What? Jason is colouring in bullshit?’
'Yup that’s what I said’
He explained the book and mindfulness before hanging up on a very bemused Dick.

One by one over the next week, random members of the Batfamily joined Roy in the doorway staring at Jason in disbelief. Bruce actually forgot how to breath and Roy had to slap him on the back.
Tim merely frowned before nodding slightly and just disappearing back through the window he came through.

Then one day Roy wandered into the living room to find Jason on the couch with his colouring book and a cup of tea. The thing that had Roy staring now was Tim sat next to his brother, working his way through a Star Wars themed colouring book, a cup of coffee steaming next to Jason’s tea.

One gag gift and suddenly Roy was holding Art Therapy sessions for Robins. Sometimes Roy really didn’t understand how he got himself into these situations.

I’m So In Love With You

Summary:  ( Ceo!Bucky) You and Bucky spending some quality time together after him being at work nonstop.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words:1550

Warnings: Very fluffy and flashbacks in italic

Originally posted by flyngdream

Originally posted by bucky-plums-barnes

You wake up with the sunlight coming from the window; you turn around to see your boyfriend sleeping peacefully next to you. It’s being a while since you woke up next to him, Bucky was working nonstop on his company for the last couple of months, waking up earlier every day and getting home late every night.

You start to trace your fingers on his jaw, he looks so peaceful and happy that you can’t help but smile as you look at him. You get off the bed, putting his red sweater that was on the floor going to the balcony to his penthouse.

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Centuries in the Making: Part 1

AN: *Loud squeaking noise” This is my first attempt at an Original reader insert, and quite possibly the start of another soulmark universe. Cause, I never do anything half way. Still I’m pretty excited, and happy that this is my first attempt at branching out. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to let me know what you think! 

This is a soulmark AU, so be prepared. This is taking place at the middle of season 2, with a slightly delayed timeline. 



   “You know, eight months ago I would have freaked at coming home and finding two shelves in my refrigerator filled with blood.”

Rebekah grinned at you, “Yes, well, you’ve come a long way. I’m very proud.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the woman, before pulling out a bottle of water and closing the door. “Where’s Hope?”

“Fast asleep like the angel she is.”

This time you can’t resist the urge, you roll your eyes, “Says the woman who refuses to deal with the crying fits.”

You watch her pout, “I’m a vampire. Sensitive hearing and all that. Plus you’re very good with her.”

You stare her down, “You’re spoiled.”

She shrugs, “Guilty as charged.” You say nothing else, choosing to return to your room instead. You have lesson plans to complete, and little time for games. Especially supernatural games. Unfortunately, the supernatural seemed out to get you.

Eight months ago you had been oblivious to the secret world around you. You’d been able to move through the streets without looking for signs of vampires or witches. In fact, the only thing you had been looking for was a roommate. Enter Rebekah Mikaelson.

She had strolled up to your door like she already owned the place, a small infant in her arms. You had gone through the motions of showing her around the apartment, and were ready to show her out after the fourth snarky comment, when she had looked you in the eyes and simply said, I’m staying. That had been the first time you’d been compelled.

The second time came seconds later when she told you to offer your neck, and stay quiet. The fangs had hurt, enough that you had wanted to cry out, but you had found yourself unable to say anything. Her story had come out over the next several weeks. Original vampires. Witches. Evil parents. New Orleans. It had been a lot to absorb. You’d simply been grateful that she hadn’t sunk her teeth into you again.

Still, more often than not you found Rebekah to be more of a pain than a villain. She was lonely and unsure of herself. Conscious of the eyes on her. She reminded you of a middle schooler in that way. Still trying to find out who she was. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was her love for that baby.

The child rarely left her sight, and the only true times you dealt with the crying fits were when she was off feeding, or the supply in the fridge was running low. Other than that you had little interaction with Hope. And you were okay with that.

You spend two more hours completing lesson plans before deciding to call it a night. You retreat to the shower, moving quietly past Rebekah and Hope’s room, before stripping. The water is scalding hot, something you prefer in cooler months. You take your time enjoying the spray before ending the bliss.

You towel dry your hair, and like always, that catches your eye. It’s elegant. Refined. A type of handwriting you don’t see anymore. I’ve waited centuries to hear those words. You tug the towel up so that you can’t see it anymore. There were too many questions there. Too much unknown, and you had more than enough of that at the moment.

You don’t bother with the hair dryer. Instead, you pull on a hoodie and your favorite pajama pants. That’s when you hear it. Glass breaking, things being knocked over, people yelling.

You stumble into the living room to find Rebekah dripping in blood, bodies on the surrounding floor. The veins around her eyes are dark, and second later she’s in front of you. You watch her pupils expand, and the familiar weight of compulsion settles around you, “Take Hope and drive to New Orleans. Stop for nothing. You are to go to a restaurant called Russeus. Ask for Cami. Tell her I sent you.”

As her orders settle on you, more men come through the window. With a growl, she turns to face them, and you run to the baby. She’s awake. Quiet, but awake. You cradle her to you gently, before grabbing the diaper bag and making your way to the car. You run down three flights of stairs before making it to the car.

You strap the baby into her car seat, climb into the driver’s seat and turn the key. The engine comes to life, and you pull out of the garage moments later. It’s an eight hour drive, and by the time you enter New Orleans, you feel as though you’re dying.

By the time you park, you’re painfully aware that you’re dressed only in pajama pants and a sweatshirt. You’re simply grateful you’d had time to slip on a pair of flats before leaving the apartment. The walk to Rousseau’s is short and filled with people. The streets are packed, and the lights are lit, and one glance at Hope shows that that baby is mesmerized by it all.

The restaurant is filled with the smells of cajun food, and makes the fact that you haven’t eaten in nine hours more apparent. You settle the baby carrier onto the bar, and wait to be noticed. The bartender smiles at you, and then peers to look at the baby. Her name tag catches your eyes, and a wave of relief settles over you. Your voice is a bit hesitant, as you ask, “Are you Cami?”

The woman’s smile is easy, “That’s me, how can I help you?”

You take a shaky breath, “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, Rebekah Mikaelson sent me. She said you could contact the necessary people to help Hope.”

Her eyes go wide, “You know Rebekah?”

“Roommate of eight months. You?”

“Her brother’s psychiatrist.”

You just feel tired, “A vamp with a shrink… that’s…”

She nods, “Trust me, I know. Compulsion?”

You nod, and she scowls before throwing a rag on the bar. “Wait here.” You watch her disappear into the back before re-appearing. She motions towards the door with her head and you follow her. You stick close as she weaves through the people on the streets.

When she goes through a large gate, you follow. She stops in the middle before yelling, “Klaus get out here, right now.”

It’s similar to a magic trick, the way he appears. Or maybe a predator looking for a snack. He stares at you with interest, and you hug the baby carrier closer. His eyes immediately go to it. The snarl of rage comes a moment later, and then you find yourself flying. You hit the far wall, and pain explodes over your body. “Klaus don’t.”

You look up to see him standing over you, the baby carrier safely in Cami’s arms. You whimper when he picks you up using your neck. His hand tightens, and your ears start to ring. From the corner of your eye you see Cami say something. Then, suddenly, his hand is gone, and you suck in as much air as possible.

You collapse against the floor, the palms of your hand scraping against the tile. You look at the newcomer. He’s dressed in a three piece suit that has to cost more than your car. You watch as he studies you for a moment, before crouching down to eye level.

“And why, dear brother have you stopped me from killing this intruder?” You glare at your attacker, before drawing whatever strength you have left, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here..”

You watch as they both stiffen, and the more brutish one takes a step forward, “What did she just say?” You don’t say anything, and he takes a step forward, and you shrink back. “What did you just say?”

You stutter the words out, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here.”  

A second later, you feel a finger brush against your cheek, as the man crouching in front of you brushes hair away from your face. His voice is a whisper, as he says “I’ve waited centuries to hear those words.”