look at her noticing us

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Our commander on the Kerberos mission is the smartest man I ever met

The Netflix Series of Unfortunate Events is turning out to be awesome! Super stoked for season 2. Loving how VFD members are getting a lot more screen time too! And Lemony Snicket!! And UNCLE MONTY!!!

Harry sighs for the third time since he walked into his office at the Ministry. The report for his last mission, which he solved last week, were due this evening and he had spent the whole night working on the damn thing without getting a wink of sleep. Bloody reports. He will never understand why they were necessary to be done, when the mission was completed successfully because truly there was really no need for detail paragraphs of the 5W’s or the analysis of what could be improved for the next time. Harry places the quill down on the desk, his head dropping down on the polished flat base of the wood in a loud thump. 

“Harry, you alright mate?” Ron asked from his side. The prat was eating a chocolate frog, with his body slummed down on the chair and his feet resting on the table. 

Harry turns his head and gives him a flat “Not that I appreciate your company, but why are you here Ron?” he simply asked, his brain suddenly craving for a strong cup of coffee. His best friend shrugged his shoulders “George said, that he doesn’t need much help today in the store” Harry blinked, it’s been only three weeks since Ron decided to quit Auror for good and join his brother; George at the  Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. “Besides, ‘Mione said that she’ll be done around 5:00. I thought I should come and spare some time with my best mate” 

Harry had only opened his mouth to answer when the door knob twisted and Hermione Granger-Weasley walked wearing her business suit looking very elegant, with her arms fooled towards her chest as she held heavy files in them. 

“I knew you would be here” she says looking at her husband with soft eyes, then walking forward to kiss him gently. Harry watches as Ron’s face lit up, she pulls back and he flashed her a grin, giving her the same love-struck look which he used to give her back in Hogwarts. He gulps, noticing a strange kind of sting making its way in his heart. Harry scolds himself, he can’t possibly be feeling jealous of his best friends. No, he thinks, he isn’t jealous of his best friends, he’s jealous of the love they have. He thinks back to the time, when he felt the same kind of love for the beautiful, strong and wise Ginny Weasley. How he loved her long scarlet hair, her stunning skin and the freckles on her cheeks. He still doesn’t know what went wrong, why he fell out of love. Though, it doesn’t matter anymore, he suppose, after all they did went through the two miserable months before their official break-up where they tried to work things out but only ended up arguing or sitting on the other side of the sofa with a very awkward and heavy air around them. 

“Harry!” 

He snaps out of his thoughts, his head turning to the sound of the voice which called his name to see that Hermione is frowning at him. 

“Er, yes?” he says nervously. 

“Are you feeling alright? I called you three times” Hermione says stepping forward towards him and placing the back of her hand on his forehead “You don’t seem to have a fever” she mutters, looking a little worried. Harry smiles at her “I am fine, just tried” he yawns “didn’t get any sleep last night, was working on the bloody reports” he points his figure at the thick pile of white sheets placed messily beside his elbow. 

Hermione shakes her head “Oh Harry, how many times do I have to say this; don’t leave your reports to last minute” she frowns at him, looking slightly disappointed. Harry shrugs his shoulder, he yawns again making her shake her head at him in almost a fond way.

“Oh! before I forget” Hermione says, her voice holding excitement as Harry reaches his hand forward and grabs his water bottle “Did you guys see the Prophet today?” she says, shuffling toward the pile of papers and books she was holding in her arm. Harry and Ron glance at on another, watching her curiously “Oh!” She says slipping out the newspaper as Harry opens the cap of the bottle. 

Harry takes a huge gulp of water “Look at this!” Hermione insists shoving the paper at his face. The man blinks, grabbing the paper, rolling the water in mouth as his eyes scan the front page of the prophet. 

Harry spits out the water from his mouth, “Gross mate!” he hears Ron’s voice, which sounds faded to his ears as he stares at the picture in front of him with wide green eyes and his mouth falls open “No. Fucking. Way” he says stiffly, eyes never moving away from the picture in front of him. 

His reaction makes Ron jump of the chair with curiosity “What!?” the red-head says leaning over his the Auror “Bloody hell!” he shouts, with his eyes practically popping out of his skull “Is that MALFOY!?” Ron asked looking at his wife, who give him a nod.

“Is he wearing… make-up?”

Ron and Hermione blink at one another, they turn their head towards the raven hair man noticing the strong grip of his hands on the newspaper.  

Harry’s eyes scan over every inch of Malfoy’s face, he looks different. His cheeks don’t look as curved in like they did during the war, they look healthy like he’s been eating properly. The dark bags under his eyes are completely gone, his grey-silver eyes hold the same confident they once did before the war. He has an ear piercing now a, Harry noticing liking his lower lip slowly and that bow tie, Harry thinks dragging his lower lip under his teeth. Oh yeah, Malfoy looked different. Very different. Good different.

 “Why is he modelling for muggles? Does he live there now? Is he a muggle now? Is that where he’s been hiding for 3 years? Do you think he works as a model?”

“Oh no” Ron says with his knowing tone of voice “Here he goes again”

Hermione only sighs, shaking her head at the man sitting in front of him who looked like he has completely forgotten about his surrounding as he observes the picture of Draco Malfoy with his round sparkly green eyes, she smiles when she notices a familiar fire breathing in them once again.  


Hello fandom, this is just a short AU I randomly thought off where Draco ends up in the muggle world after the war and becomes a model. In a world where he’s known as ‘Dray’ and is questioned about his scars and this is his way of answering. *Actually, I just wanted to draw Draco, with red eye shadow XP the idea occurred to me later.*

I hope u all like this, this is my first time drawing Draco.  


@scarlet47‘s submission and OH MY GOD just YES! ❤️

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Hyosung Ryder; reckon specialist; pathfinder; biotic; one minute older twin.

Fluff Month Day 21 - "Distance"

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Pairing/Characters: Ladynoir
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“Vacation?”

Ladybug nodded, biting her lip and looking away from her partner’s bewildered expression.

It had been a last minute decision, Tom and Sabine deciding to take Marinette with them on a ‘Dupain-Cheng family vacation’. If Marinette had known sooner, she would have had more time to tell Chat that Ladybug was not going to be in Paris for a full week, but as it was she had been busy with the bakery, getting ready for school to start back up in two weeks, and designing for the small design competition she had entered online. She barely had time to patrol with Chat, much less talk to him for more than a minute alone after. Today was the first day she had really gotten a chance to spend some time simply catching up with her partner.

“How long are you going to be gone for?” Chat asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice. It didn’t work.

Ladybug winced at the guilty feeling pooling in her stomach.

“A week?” She asked more than stated.

Chat’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but instead he quickly shook his head and sighed, apparently deciding not to say what he had been about to.

“Okay. That’s fine. I can handle Paris for a week. You deserve a break anyways,” he said encouragingly, even going as far as to shoot Ladybug a dorky smile.

Ladybug doubted he realized that he was slightly rambling, and therefore giving away how nervous he really felt. Sometimes Chat seemed to forgot how she could read him like a book.

“Chatonnn,” she whined, poking his arm and rolling her eyes, “you deserve a break too. I really don’t have to go if you don’t want me to…”

Chat jumped, startling Ladybug as he waved his hands frantically back and forth.

“No! Please Ladybug, go. If you don’t go I’ll just feel guilty.”

“But it’s a pretty long distance between London and Paris. What if an akuma attacks? I don’t doubt your abilities, Chat, but I also don’t want you to have to fight alone-”

Chat cut Ladybug off by taking her hands in his and squeezing them tightly.

“No 'buts’ M'lady. You’re going. Take pictures of Big Ben for me, I’ve always wanted to see that.”

Ladybug watched Chat with a doubtful look on her face, still unconvinced that her partner was actually okay with being left alone for a week. He noticed her looking and dropped her hands, using his to shift himself closer to her and nudge her shoulder.

“Hey, I’m serious. I’m used to being by myself so it’s really no big deal, I…Ladybug?”

Ladybug had balled her hands into fists, her eyes wide and beginning to water as she stared at Chat. 'Used to’ being left alone? That was supposed to be an ENCOURAGEMENT? Her poor kitty…

“U-used to?”

Chat stared at her blankly for a moment before reddening with embarrassment and shaking his head.

“No, no! Sorry I was just trying to encourage you to go, I guess that wasn’t very assuring. But seriously it’s not a big deal-”

Chat was cut off as Ladybug flung herself around him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. It took him a moment to react, but soon Ladybug felt his arms around her torso as they hugged.

“It is a big deal, Chat,” she said, a tear rolling down her cheek, “no one should be used to being alone. Especially not you. I don’t know everything about your personal life but I know that you deserve better than this. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

Ladybug let out a shaky sigh as Chat untangled himself from her arms and held her out at arms length. His green eyes were slightly misty as he looked across at her.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “but as much as I want you to stay, it’s only because I’ll miss you. I want you to go. Please?”

Ladybug took a breath in, planting a smile on her face as Chat poked at the corner of her mouth teasingly.

“Okay, I’ll go. But Chat? If you ever need to talk or you feel lonely, do NOT HESITATE to call me. I don’t care where I am, I’ll answer.”

Ladybug waved her ladybug cell in the air for emphasis, knowing that if she asked Tikki, her kwami would be thrilled to help out Chat Noir by allowing Marinette to keep her ladybug cell with her even in civilian form. Just for a week.

Chat nodded his head quietly, and Ladybug sighed.

“I have to go, we’re leaving in an hour, but I just wanted to stop by and tell you,” she explained, standing up and brushing herself off.

She bent down to Chat, who was still seated, and lightly kissed his forehead before tossing her yo-yo out. The sting grew taut and she smiled down at Chat before zipping away. She really wished she could just take him with her, but unfortunately, someone had to watch Paris. At least the city was always in good hands with him.

His Life (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Request: Hello love, how are you doing? May I request something with Pietro where the reader is returning from a mission that lasted a couple of months and he is eagerly anticipating for the reader to return. And the day the reader is returning he sets up a romantic date for them and it’s all cute and fluff and just adorable and a lot of hugs and cuddles please!

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 2, 331

Warnings: Slight Swearing, Fluff

A/N: Wow. This is my longest imagine yet, I think. All of my Pietro ones are super long, has anyone else noticed that? I guess I just get swept up in the idea of Pietro. Why can’t I have a Pietro in my life? That would be amazing. Anyways, this one won the vote, so here it is! FYI, ‘printesa’ means ‘princess,’ ‘draga’ means ‘darling,’ and (Y/F/S) means ‘your favorite show. If you would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! Well, I hope you enjoy!

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MASTERLIST

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Pietro was nervous. Excited. Overjoyed. Practically bouncing off the walls with energy, more so than other days. He could feel his heart soaring. He felt like he had just won the lottery. Why, you may ask?

You were coming home.

You, his Printesa. His Draga. His Love. His Heart. His Life. And you were coming home.

Finally, you were coming home. Pietro had been waiting (somewhat patiently) for this day. The day where he can see you step off that quinjet. The day where he would run up to you, pick you up, and twirl you around as if you were lighter than a feather; because to Pietro, you were. The day where he could finally kiss you, after not being able to for the past four months. Those four, painstakingly agonizing months where he couldn’t feel your skin against his, couldn’t taste your lips, couldn’t smell your sweet scent. But today, today was the day where he could do all of it and more.

And he was beyond ready to have you in his arms once again, safe.

Unfortunately for Pietro, you wouldn’t be arriving until around dinner time. But since his nerves and excitement decided that he wasn’t going to get a good night’s sleep before you got home, they woke him up at six in the morning. A whole twelve hours before he could see you, his ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

Staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, Pietro’s mind was racing. This had to be the best welcome home anyone has ever received, that way you wouldn’t want to leave again. Shutting his eyes, Pietro tried to will his mind to shut off and let him get more sleep. Every time he was close to that blissful rest, he received a flash of your scent, or an image of your lips that he would soon be kissing in eleven hours and fifty-seven minutes; and he would start the vicious cycle all over again.

Sitting up, Pietro checked his phone to see if you had sent him any messages. Not a single one. She probably wants to make me wait, Pietro thought with a small smile. That little minx. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Pietro made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Grabbing the clothes that he set out the night before, (All your favorites, of course. Especially the tight gray and blue shirt that you loved. He had made sure that they were all washed the day before, courtesy of his wonderful sister, Wanda) Pietro quickly showered and changed. Slipping on his tennis shoes, Pietro sped off to the kitchen where the rest of his teammates sat.

“Whoa,” Tony shouted after nearly being ran over by Pietro. “What’s got you excited, Speedy Gonzales?”

Smiling brightly as he grabbed the cereal box, he placed a kiss on his sister’s forehead. “(Y/N)’s coming home today!”

“Really?” Natasha said, looking up from over her phone. “Hadn’t noticed.”

“Yeah, not like you’ve been telling us every single day for the past month,” Clint grumbled, taking a bite of his cereal. “‘Only twenty-six days until (Y/N) is back!’” Clint said in a horrible Sokovian accent, obviously trying to imitate Pietro.

Eyes turning into slits, Pietro glared at him. “I do not sound like Dracula, old man.” Scooping up a spoonful of cereal, he shoved it into his mouth. “Besides, what’s wrong with me wanting to see my Printesa?”

“Nothing at all,” Vision replied, phasing through the kitchen wall, scaring Scott. “It is perfectly normal for a human to miss their partner and want to be with them.” On the word ‘partner’ Vision had moved next to Wanda, causing her to blush slightly.

Eyes turning into slits once more, Pietro sent daggers towards Vision. “Get away from my baby sister, Android.”

Scoffing, Wanda pushed away from the table. “I’m not your baby sister! We are only twelve minutes apart. And besides, I don’t complain about your relationship with my best friend.”

“(Y/N) isn’t red like a tomato and came from a computer program and a rock!”

“That’s besides the point, and I’m done arguing,” Wanda said, putting her foot down. “Now, do you need help planning her welcome home party?”

“Yes, please,” Pietro said, kissing his sister’s hand.

“Great!” Vision shouted, clasping his hands together. “I’ll help.”

This is going to be a long day, Pietro thought to himself, groaning at the thought of spending the day with Vision.


Placing the last touch on your welcome home party, Pietro stepped back and looked proudly at his work. Wanda and Vision had helped him put together his masterpiece, to which he was beyond thankful.

“She’ll love it,” Wanda breathed out, looking at all the hard work they put in.

“Oh yes,” Vision added, surveying the room. “Knowing (Y/N), there is at least an 85% chance that she will enjoy what you have set up.”

Eyes rolling at Vision’s statistics, Pietro opens the door. “Lets go wait for her. Only one hour left until she is home.” Nodding at his words, they all exited to await your arrival. Some more than others.


“Calm down, will you? You’re driving me insane,” Wanda scolded, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. The quinjet was landing in five minutes, and Pietro was so nervous that he kept tapping his foot. Because of his enhancement, his foot tapping was accelerated so much that his foot was a blur.

“Sorry,” Pietro mumbled, brushing his hand through his silver hair. Eyes trained on the sky, Pietro anxiously looked for the familiar shape of the quinjet. The wind on the roof constantly kept blowing his hair in his face, along with his sister’s long brown hair. Swatting away his hair, Pietro almost screamed when he saw the familiar black shape along the horizon.

“SHE’S HERE!” Pietro yelled, running towards the edge of the roof. As the black mass moved over his head, Pietro ran back to his sister’s side to wait for you to finally step off the platform, reuniting the two of you.

Landing gear deploying, Pietro’s accelerated foot tapping started up once again as the doors opened.


Stepping out of the jet, your eyes adjusted to the light. Looking down, you saw your best friend, Wanda, waiting for you with a smile. Immediately next to her was Pietro, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted, speeding up to you. Smiling brightly, you laughed as he scooped you up into his strong arms and began spinning you around.

Setting you down, you were met with Pietro’s smiling face and bright blue eyes. Tears welling up in your eyes, you placed your hand against his stubbly face. Oh, how you missed that stubble.

“I missed you,” You croaked out, voice laden with tears.

“As did I,” Pietro whispered, pulling you even closer to him. “Four months was way too long.”

Chuckling slightly, you ran your fingers through his thick hair. “Yes. Yes it was.”

Forehead resting against yours, Pietro leaned in slightly, brushing his lips against yours gently, igniting a fire inside of you. Impatient, because dammit, you’ve waited too long, you pulled your boyfriend to you, crashing your lips against his.

Smiling at the contact, Pietro pulled you close to his body by your hips, resting his large hands on your lower back.

“Get a room!” Clint yelled over the dying engine of the quinjet, joining the welcoming group along with the others. Releasing one hand from Pietro’s hair, you flipped off the whistling group, causing laughter to erupt among them. Feeling only one hand on your waist, you opened your eye just a tad bit to find Pietro’s hand right next to yours, flipping them off as well.

Pulling back from lack of oxygen, you turned towards your group of friends, all of which you missed dearly. Hand intertwining with Pietro’s, you walked down the ramp to be swarmed by your friends, each giving you a hug.

“Missed you, kid,” Tony said affectionately, pulling back from the hug.

“Missed you too,” You responded as you felt a tug on your hand. Looking back over your shoulder, you see Pietro motioning towards inside with a smile.

“Sorry, everyone,” You said with a small smile as Pietro pulled you into his side. “I promised I would spend time with him.”

“Aw, can’t you share?” Steve joked. “We missed her too.”

“No. Mine.” Pietro replied as he swung you up into his arms. Knowing what happened next, you placed your arms around his neck.

“Bye,” You said quickly to your friends, knowing that you would catch up with them later. Pietro then speeded into the compound, turning everything into a blur. Stopping abruptly outside of his bedroom, you looked at him suspiciously.

“Why here?” You asked as he set you down. Shrugging, Pietro took your hand once more as he opened the door. Walking in, you laughed as you felt Pietro cover your eyes. “Pietro…”

“Shh,” Pietro whispered, guiding you into the room. “Okay, Draga,” he said, removing his hands. “Surprise!”

Opening your eyes, your breath became caught in your throat at the sight before you. Pietro’s room was covered in candles, casting everything in a warm and comforting glow. On the bedside table were all of your favorite foods, waiting to be eaten. Next to his TV were all of your favorite movies and shows, some of which you only watched with him. What really made your heart stop though was that the room was covered in rose petals, filling it with a sweet scent. Sure, it was cheesy, but it was perfect to you. Because Pietro did it all.

“Pietro…” You breathed out in awe. Arms wrapping around your waist, Pietro hugged you from behind.

“Just wanted to treat you. Welcome home,” Pietro whispered in your ear as he placed a kiss on your neck. Turning in his arms, you smiled up at him as you laced your fingers through his thick locks once again.

“It’s perfect,” You replied as you pecked his lips. Pulling away slightly, he pulled you back to his lips, not quite done kissing you yet. Giggling as he continued to kiss you, your giggles turned into laughter as he kissed all over your face. “Pietro!”

“C'mon,” He said, halting his attack. “Let’s eat.” Dragging you onto his bed, you ate almost all of the food set before you, with the help of Pietro and his fast metabolism. Kicking off your shoes, you laid back onto his bed, completely relaxed.

“What are you doing?” He asked, Sokovian accent prevalent.

“Resting,” You answered, eyes closed.

“Oh no,” He said with a grin, pulling you up by your arms. Laughing, you sat up. “You’re going to spend time with me. I haven’t seen you in four months.”

“Can’t we do that after a nap?” You pleaded, giving your boyfriend the puppy dog eyes.

Shockingly, he resisted. “No. We are going to cuddle while we catch up on (Y/F/S). I haven’t been able to watch it for four months!”

Shaking your head whilst laughing, you look at your boyfriend. “You could’ve watched it without me.”

“It is our show. I couldn’t watch it without you,”

“You’re too sweet,” You blushed, pecking his cheek. “Set it up. I’m going to get into comfy clothes.”

Nodding at your orders, you got up from the bed and grabbed some of Pietro’s sweatpants and one of his shirts. Quickly changing into them, you jumped back onto the bed, with Pietro following suit.

Cuddling up to your boyfriend, you sigh in bliss as the familiar theme song began. Wrapped up in his arms, you smile as you feel him kiss your forehead.

I am never leaving him again, you thought as you breathed in his welcoming scent.


After three episodes, Pietro looked down at you. You had fallen asleep halfway through the second episode, but Pietro didn’t have the heart to wake you up. You looked too cute. Smiling, Pietro turned off the TV. Brushing away a strand of hair that fell into your face, Pietro pulled you closer to him.

“You are never leaving me again, Printesa,” Pietro whispered knowing that you couldn’t hear him. “That was way too hard. Every morning, I found myself walking towards your room to wake you up, since I was your personal alarm clock. But you weren’t there. Every morning I had to go through the realization that you weren’t here, with me. And every morning my heart broke. Because all I wanted to do was wish you good morning, to kiss you. In those four months I not only lost my girlfriend temporarily, I lost my best friend. I missed just talking to you, seeing you smile. I don’t think you realize just how much of a hold you have on me, Printesa,” Pietro smiled. “You are my life, my whole life. You are my love, my heart, my world. Do you realize that, Draga? Because you are. Without you, I am nothing. I love you so much. More than you ever know.”

Kissing your forehead once more, you stirred in your sleep. Freezing, Pietro waited to see if you had heard any part of his confession.

“…Pietro?” You mumbled, blearily blinking away sleep.

“I’m here, Draga,” Pietro whispered, brushing away your hair.

“Good. I missed you,” You sleepily muttered, already drifting back to sleep.

“I missed you too, Printesa. Now, sleep. I’ll be right here,”

“Good,” You replied, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my Life,” Pietro whispered, kissing your forehead one last time. Already feeling your breathing slowing down, Pietro smiled to himself as he too drifted off to sleep.

Those four months were hard, but you made it. The lives the two of you led were difficult, extremely difficult. But you could get through it, as long as you had the other. Because true love endured all.

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Lydia x Reader


A/N: Another fluffy idea I got when my mood was shitty. I rewrote the idea a little but the main story line is still there. Thank you!

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”Look at Y/N, her hair looks so pretty today, the waves just capture the gorgeous shape of her face.” Lydia beamed as she watched you from the distance, talking to Scott about last week’s pop-quiz. Allison snorted at her friend, put her books and folder back in the locker and gave you a quick glance.

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Maybe Baby - Kim Yerim

Yeri scenario were the reader and her are both idols and go on a variety show, making people start shipping you together. You’re hanging out and it comes up in conversation like it could be like (u posted a selfie of the two of you together and read the comments or like it just came up like idk it’s up to you) BUT it doesn’t have to end in kiss kiss fall in love like yeri is so young it’d just have a lot of giggling and blushing and not necessarily admitting anything

Originally posted by irxne

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Set Up - Jaime Lannister x Reader

{Credit to gif creator}

Fandom- Game of Thrones 

Character- Jaime Lannister {Also includes Margaery Tyrell and Tommen Baratheon}

Word Counter- 832 Words 

Request- okay then thank you! Um a jamiexreader fic (set in season 4) where the reader is good friends with margery. during her time in kings landing margery is trying to set the reader up with jamie because she thinks they suit each other saying “doesn’t she have a lovely figure” when the reader is in a new dress or something like that. Jamie is always getting flustered and walking away until one day she has a chat with him and he admits to how much he has wanted the reader since he first saw her? xx


You were walking with Margaery when you saw Jaime Lannister coming your way. He flashed a smile at you both as you walked past him and your cheeks heat up immediately. 

“Jaime Lannister huh?” Margaery asks and you laugh.

“No,” You say, trying to sound sure on your answer, but your voice shakes. 

“I’m sure you’d make a lovely couple, you and Jaime,” Margaery says, her arm looped round yours. 

“No, we wouldn’t, he is too strong and I am too fragile,” You tell her and she smiles. 

“Opposites attract though, right?” She asks and you sigh, looking away. 

“He is handsome,” You say and she nods. 

“That, he is,” She says and you laugh, you come to a stop and you know she’s going to see the King, and of course she would be talking of their wedding which was soon to come. 

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You’re Mine

Request: I neeeeed more Poe x reader! Friends with benefits situation where reader is seen at a celebration dancing on another man because reader saw Poe was hitting on a female nurse and was trying to make him jealous . He sees and becomes jealous and he takes reader aside and reader basically says we’re just fucking m, you were with the nurse and reader tries to walk away and Poe gets all You’re Mine and lots of hot sexy against his xwing or something 😲 – Anon AND I really like your Poe imagines… I was wondering if you could write a smut where the reader rides Poe in his ship? 😂😂 – @murpmurp

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 1220

YEY. POE SMUT. I know it’s short. I went straight to the point, forgive me.

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

Poe Dameron’s POV

There weren’t as much of a celebration in D'Qar, considering the fact that the first order is still out there to get us, but today was an exception, it was for the fact that the map to the Jedi, Luke Skywalker.

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An Unlikely Trio - Part 2

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: violence, implied smut

A/n: FUCK I know he’s so OOC but I’ve been bingeing on the clone wars tv series and I’m in love with how Anakin is a really playful character in it and I can’t help but imagine Kylo being the same when he’s with people he’s comfortable around.

PART 1


The three of you had reached the base, you in Finn’s arms as you had become extremely weak from all the blood loss. They managed to make it back to the outpost without another incident, but returned weary and hungry. As soon as the General sensed them coming she ordered for the gates to be opened.

“Are you alright? What happened?” General Organa worriedly hurried to the group. “Who’s this?”

“Our ship crash landed a couple miles from here.” Finn explained.

“And that is Kylo Ren’s apprentice.” Rey added.

“What’s wrong with her?” The General placed a hand on your sleeping figure, feeling the force flowing strongly in your veins.

“We got attacked by a Nexu in the forest. She uh- helped us, but she got clawed in the process.” Finn replied.

“Let’s get her to the medical ward. Need to make sure she didn’t catch an infection.” The General started leading the two. “And let’s get you two some food and water.”


“She will be quite the asset. Maybe even in turning the tides of this war.” Leia spoke to the two as they all sat around the sleeping girl.

“Kylo Ren seems to be extremely fond of her. He came after us on his own, with only an astromech and medical droid.” Rey added.

“Yeah, he called her… sweet cheeks – and angel.” Finn snorted, sceptical of even his own words.

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She's mine now (Drake x MC[Riley] fanfic)

Note: so I’ve written almost every fanfic of this couple in her perspective. Well, because I somehow feel comfortable writing in her voice. So, I wrote one in his. I don’t know if it’s good, but, I hope you guys like it. 😘

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I’m scared of her. She has this look on her face while she’s sleeping, she is just so beautiful. I’m crazy for this girl. But she’s my best friend’s girl. And I pray that last night was a fluke. That what happened was a one time thing. Because anymore of this and I might not give her back.

It’s almost 4, about time I get up. I gently detach myself from her, slowly untangling her arms around my neck. She stirs but her eyes won’t open yet. I can see a stray tear fighting it’s way out of her eye lashes. Yeah. Definitely a fluke.

“Drake?” She calls my name, sleep still lingers in her voice. “Why are you up so early? God, it’s 3:57. Come back to bed.” Her invitation, tempting as it is, caught me off guard. “Please?”

I slip back under the sheets. ‘Damn it Drake! Your will is weak!’ I tell myself. She smiles when her hand lands on my chest. “I’ll be right here. Go back to sleep.” She nods and scoots closer to me. ‘Damn it Drake! Snap out of it!’ but my body won’t listen to me. Instead of getting up, I found my eyelids closing without permission. 'Great.’

A few moments more and I could feel her move. She strecthes her arms while putting my shirt on. “Hey, Drake? Get up!” She says her voice now loud enough to break me out of my own thoughts. “Can I open this window?” She points to the window closest to the door.

“Sure.” I get up and put on my pants before walking towards the kitchen. “Want some breakfast?” She smiles and nods happily at my suggestion. I can feel my cheeks burn as blood rushes to them. 'Damn it! Control yourself, man!’ I protest in silence. 'Man, you’re in big trouble.’ Yeah. Yeah I am.

She is looking out the window when I fired up the stove to fry eggs and bacon for us. She seems to notice me looking without her turning her head to see me. “Heh. This place of yours is gorgeous. I can see a river nearby.” She seems happy, and that’s enough for me.

“Yeah. That’s why I built this here. Want to go there later?” I absent mindedly ask. 'What?! What was that?! You are supposed to take her home, damn it!’ “The water there feels great.” There. I’ve done it. I’ve made it more and more interesting. 'Great job, man.’

“Sounds great. Can we take Sid with us?” Sid is my dog who Riley terrorized last night before everything happened. I’m surprised she likes him.

“Sure. He needs a bath anyway.” Little by little, she’s injecting herself into my world. Not that I’m complaining, but, I’m scared of her. 'You should be! Liam will kill you!’ my mind hates me.

“Hey Drake?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we talk about last night?” My throat is in knots. I don’t know what she wants me to say. “Is this thing serious? Or is it just two drunk friends fooling around?” Her questions scare me. I don’t know what to say to her. “You know why I’m here, right?”

“I do.”

“And you know it all went to hell as fast as a bullet train, right?”

“Yeah.” I frown at her words. I don’t know where this is going.

“You do know I like Liam, right?” I nod. She looks at me, her eyes stab me like a spear, sharp, that it goes directly to my heart. Then she stops a feet away from me. “But it had always been, you know, you.”

I’ve never been so afraid of my own feelings. But she puts it so boldly that all my defenses falls. She reaches out for me, her hands caressing my face. “Me?” She nods, her face only an inch away as she pulls me in. “Why?”

She laughs, her breath hitting my skin. “I don’t know. You saved me from a horse. You talked sense into me when I could only see shiny, pretty things. You helped me when I need it. You’re always there for me, Drake. You’re always there. You have my back. And I want to be there for you, too.” She stares into my eyes. “I want to be with you.”

My heart melts, her lips on my mind. She gives me her smile, a gentle, beautiful smile. “There’s nothing I would want more than that, Riley.” I smile back, reflecting her bright eyed smile that almost took my breath away. She kisses me, one I never thought I’d have again. I pull her closer, lifting her from the ground. She giggles when our lips part, I set her down. “So, breakfast?”

“Finally!”