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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone - Chapter 12

He looked in the mirror again. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, he’d touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air - she and the others existed only in the mirror. 

She was a pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry’s did. 

Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection. 

“Mum?” he whispered. “Dad?“ 

They looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

bad | 02

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, smutish, fluff

WORDS: 4 589

WARNINGS: badboy!jungkook, badboy!taehyung, cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07coming soon ↠ 

A/N: you people wanted more, so I’m here to give you more. this is not the last part. again, tell me if you want it to continue. I don’t wanna keep writing if no one cares. and tHANKS FOR 500

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Ultimate school locker kit

 “Emergency” bag for your locker ideas:

  • Chapstick
  •  Hand lotion
  •  Extra headphones
  •  Tissues 
  •  Tylenol/midol 
  •  Feminine products
  •  Hand sanitizer 
  •  Cough drops
  •  Sunglasses
  •  Sunscreen
  •  Comfortable sweater/jumper
  •  Safety pins (possible wardrobe malfunctions)
  •  Lint roller
  •  A little extra money
  •  Re-usable water bottle
  •  Extra pen/pencil
  •  Wet wipes
  •  Mints/gum
  •  Travel sized mouthwash or breath strips,
  •  Mini toothbrush for after lunch
  •  Tweasers
  •  Mini mirror
  •  Extra pair of comfy socks (if it rains and your socks get soaked)
  •  Plenty of hair ties/elastics
  •  Bobby pins
  •  Hair clips
  •  Bandaids
  •  Deodorant 
  •  Extra set of house keys (if you forget yours at home)
  •  Perfume
  •  Tide to go (In case you spill something on your clothes)

So I’m rewatching Hannibal s2 again and thinking about Peter Bernadone, his social worker, The Horse, and mirroring.

I think it’s pretty widely accepted that Peter is a Will mirror? and the social worker is a weak Hannibal mirror. This particular pair of mirrors is used specifically to point out a few things about, you guessed it, Will and Hannibal’s relationship:
1) Will is still deeply hurt and pissed™ at Hannibal for lying to him and framing him, and he states why when he asks Peter about having a “shadow” - someone you trusted, who took advantage?, a friend you thought was on your side and who understood you where others haven’t. It /matters/ that will’s beef with Hannibal is personal and not, ya know, based on like morality or more universal concepts of good and evil.

2) Will assumes Peter killed his social worker because it’s what he would do to Hannibal if given the opportunity… right? Well umm not exactly. Will could have shot Hannibal in his kitchen, but he walked away. Peter could have killed his social worker, but he didn’t. And he tells Will why. Peter never wanted to kill the social worker/serial killer, he just wanted him to suffer as he had made others suffer. Specifically? Peter wanted him to suffocate. So he sewed him into a horse. Which is why Peter being a Will mirror is so awesome, because…

The very next episode starts with Will’s wet dream about strangling (suffocating) Hannibal with a rope cinched by the harnessed ravenstag, which is honestly looking quite horse-like in Will’s dream sequence. Inspired by Peter, huh Will? And that’s the scene in which Will tells himself via Dream-Hannibal that if he wants to really understand Hannibal he’s gonna have to,, oops,,, let himself love him. Pretty big turning point and obviously massive foreshadowing with huge payoff in twotl. Will’s not quite there yet, but he’s thinking about it in his erotic bondage dreams. *insert shrug emoji*

But back to Peter and his desire to make the social worker suffer in the way his victims did. This mirrors Will’s plans for Hannibal in an even more metaphorical way. Will really did kind of drown, suffocate in s1 (all that water) - and it was arguably all Hannibal’s fault. And remember that Will’s anger with Hannibal is really just personal. It comes from betrayal, and really isn’t about the serial killing cannibal bit. Hannibal hurt Will as only a friend can hurt another. Will wants to give that back to him. “Resume my therapy” my ass - Will’s trying to figure out if Hannibal has /a heart that he can break/ (“why not appeal to my better nature?”) then he’ll feel what Will felt.

Sadly :’( Will gets to break Hannibal’s heart in mizumono, but right on the cusp of not wanting to anymore. That’s where the Peter/Will mirror stops holding up, which really only serves to further point out that a) Will’s not actually a “good moral person” in the widely accepted sense, and b) he was at odds with Hannibal for personal reasons, unlike Peter who only turned on his social worker violently on behalf of the victims of his crimes.

This is why this show is so compelling though?? Years later and I’m still having Deep Thoughts™ about the horse episode. I love looking back and seeing all the ways in which this story was always human, always a complicated “will they/won’t they” romance.

100 Banging Kinks: Mirror

Pairing: readerxbuckybarnes 

Word Count: 930

Warning: Smut, Mirror Kink, reflection kink. 

This is in celebration of Bucky Barnes reaching 100 years old and in part with @bucky-plums-barnes​ 100 banging kinks which I am so excited to read all of them!, the list of kinks is HERE along with the guide lines HERE! Enjoy little sinners x 


“How long have you been planning this” eyeing the large stand up mirror that Bucky was placing at the foot of the bed. The thing was huge and reflected everything; you sat kneeling naked on your shared bed. You watched intently as Bucky stood back admiring his handy work.  

“First you were eager to explore all of my…what was it? ‘Seventy years of repressed and unexplored kinks’ this I’ve been planning since you gave the green light sweetheart. Don’t back out on me now”

“Just didn’t expect you to be into mirror’s that all” you smirked at him; his equally naked form couldn’t hide his arousal from you. His dick stood to full attention it was practically waving at you, your own arousal made the skin between your thighs slick as you shifted your weight on your folded legs. You watched as Bucky crawled up the bed towards you, he captured your lips into a searing kiss. Cupping your hands to his cheeks you let Bucky push you down onto the mattress, you sighed as Bucky moved to you neck. He sucked at your sweat spot causing you to turn your head towards the mirror, you moaned at the reflection. You’re bodies were pressed together; you knee was bent up to accommodate as Bucky settled between your legs. It was erotic you couldn’t deny that.

“You know we can’t see much from this position,” Bucky murmured against your skin. Before you could respond he flipped you onto your hands and knees, you squealed in surprise as you now faced the mirror. Splaying your hands on the mattress you steady yourself as Bucky aligned your hips. Leaning over you, you watched his reflection as he kissed your shoulder his eyes never left yours in the mirror.

“I want to watch sweetheart, I want you to watch us,” you groaned closing your eyes briefly as Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around to circle your clit. Crack! A swift tap to your backside made you eyes shoot open in surprise and arousal.

“I said watch doll” you looked up to see him smirking at you as he brought his cool metal hand to massage to sting from your ass.

“Fuck Bucky” you wined wigging your hips, your core ached for any type of friction. You looked to Bucky through the mirror; he had a dark look in his eye. He was enjoying this too much, kinky bastard.

“So needy (Y/N) some thing to do with the mirror?” you shivered as Bucky ran his flesh hand up your back with a feather light touch. You sobbed dropping you head to the mattress, you could feel your body vibrating. You needed him your body needed him.

“Hold on baby” you hardly had time to brace yourself before Bucky slammed into you; you shot your head up with shock and pleasure. His fingers dug into your hips as his own snapped into you with a bruising pace. You watched your reflection in the mirror; your skin was flush with a slight sheen. Your breast swayed as your body jolted back and forth. But it was the sight of Bucky that stirred your arousal, we was glorious. His toned body towered strong above you; you watched the expression across his face. His eyes were dark as the sound of your bodies colliding filled the air; it was raw and animalistic as Bucky grinned at you.

“Enjoying the view doll?” Bucky grunted

“Yes, yes, yes” you chanted in time with Bucky’s movements. You’re body felt heavy as Bucky reached around to pull you up, pressing you up against his chest. You watched as his metal hand gently wrapped around your neck and his flesh and trained down between your legs. His fingers worked fast circles on your clit.

“Watch yourself (Y/N) you’re so beautiful” Bucky nuzzled into your neck, his blue eyes were bright as his hair fell across his forehead. Your left hand anchored its self on his flesh wrist as your right hand reach up to pull him by the hair, biting him on the bottom lip you sucked it into your mouth as Bucky picked up his speed. You cried out with each thrust feeling your orgasm looming, Bucky’s breath came out in short burst. As he dropped his hand from your throat squeezed your breast, he rolled his nipple between his fingers adding more pleasure to your body.

“Oh god Buck, I’m…I’m” you gasped as your head rolled on his shoulder, still keeping eye contact with him. He nipped at your neck smirking at you.

“I know baby… I…I’m right with you” he growled, having his verbal permission.  Bucky’s lips on your neck, his predatory look boring into through the mirror and the whole image of the two of you going at it. Your orgasm hit you like never before, if it wasn’t for Bucky holding you up you would have fallen face first onto the mattress. Your thighs shook as your orgasm rippled over you as the endorphins in your body sored.

“Oh shit… fuck” the guttural cry from Bucky’s own orgasm drew your attention to his reflection in the mirror. His mouth hung open as his eyebrows pinched together as he shot his load into you, with a moan Bucky fell forwards taking you with him. Shooting your hands out you braced you both against the mattress, you laughed breathlessly about what just happened.

“The mirror stays” you gasped as Bucky’s weight shifted on your back, he kissed in between your shoulder blades softly humming in agreement.

“I’m so glad you said that”


Mirrors

pairing: lams (hamilton/laurens)

modern AU

request: anon: Okay so on twitter there is a john Lauren’s bot and there is one tweet that says “alexander punched the mirror and now his hands r bleeding and i am kissing them better” and me and my friend said that would be a great fic idea and you’re a great writer and I was wondering if you can write it. I would appreciate it so much but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Thank you if you do and thank you for reading this ask😘

word count: 1119 (finally a decent ish length again)

warnings: swearing

a/n: I’M SO SORRY I’VE BEEN SO INACTIVE I HAVEN’T POSTED IN OVER A WEEK. i’ll go back to updating regularly soon. maybe. i made this longer and added domestic stuff, hope you enjoy :)

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There’s a loud shattering sound and John winces, recognizing the sound of breaking glass. Alex is in the bathroom, and he’s probably broken that little mirror that John doesn’t even know where it came from.

But nope, there’s a loud holler of pain from the bathroom, followed by a string of curse words from Alex. Worried now, John hops up and knocks on the door. “Alex? You okay?”

“No,” Alex growls, his voice filled with pain. “Because Thomas Jefferson exists.”

“Alex, babe, I know Jefferson’s horrid, but why are you hurt? And why is the mirror smashed?”

Alex opens the door and presses a washcloth to his hand, wincing. “Um.”

John peeks past his boyfriend. The large mirror above the sink has been punched, and shards of glass litter the tiled floor. “What the hell?”

Alex half-grins. “Let me explain.”

“What did Jefferson do to make you break our mirror? Good luck explaining this one,” John says, accentuating the words mirror and this.

“He somehow got my number and sent me half a dozen texts while I was washing my hands and my gosh he just makes me so mad, John, you gotta understand! And he goaded me, and wouldn’t shut up and uggggggggh. So, I, uh…”


“Punched the mirror,” John supplies, and Alex nods, unable to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

John sighs and grabs some bandages to patch up Alex’s bleeding hands. He doesn’t say a word, and neither does Alex, not even when John puts the ointment on and it has to hurt.

“Thanks,” Alex mumbles when John’s finished. John lifts Alex’s knuckles to his mouth and kisses the bandages. Alex breathes in sharply.

“What?” John asks, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Something wrong?”

“You…just…still wanna kiss me after I ruined the bathroom?”


“Not till you clean up the broken glass,” John shoots back, and he leaves the room.

“JOHN LAURENS!” Alex shouts, but John can tell that there’s no real anger behind it. He grins to himself.

Some time later, Alex emerges from the bathroom with the remainder of the mirror in a baggie. “What do we do with this?”

“Put it over there,” John says, waving in the direction of the corner. “Not sure. I’ll Google it later.”

Alex sets the bag down and then sits next to John on the couch. Silence lasts a full six seconds before he bursts. “I’m sorry, John.”

“Sorry for what?” Alex apologizing for anything is rare, and John wants to draw it out, savor the moment.

“For breaking our mirror.”

John nods. “And?…”


Alex looks confused. “And what?”

“For being…”

“No. I am not apologizing for that,” Alex says. John turns away. “No, please no,” he whines. “That asshole doesn’t deserve it.”

“I’m not kissing you till you say you’re sorry for getting mad.” John doesn’t even look at Alex, and he wonders how long it’ll be till the other man cracks.

Alex lasts an impressive seven seconds this time before cracking. “Fine! Fine! Fine! I’m sorry for getting so mad at Jefferson! I won’t even block his number! Fine! Will you kiss me now?”

“Say it in a nicer tone,” John instructs, holding in a laugh. It’s cute how Alex gets so worked up over silly little things like this.

“I’m. Sorry. For. Getting. Really. Mad. At. Jefferson. And. Breaking. The. Bathroom. Mirror.” Alex’s tone is even and measured, and even though he pauses after every word, it’s good enough for John.

“Okay.”

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“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Snow White is playing on the TV. John and Alex’s daughter, Mindy, is captivated by the movie. She’s about three and has recently discovered the exciting world of Disney. Alex shoots John a glance as the evil queen talks to her mirror, and Alex suppresses a giggle.

“Remember that day?” John asks, not taking his eyes off the screen. He tries to be quiet, but Mindy still turns around and gives him a shushing motion. He nods.

“Yeah,” Alex breathes into John’s ear. It tickles. “When I broke the mirror, and you made me apologize.”

“And then the next day I made you apologize to Jefferson. To his face.”

“That scarred me.”

“But then you and him stopped being at each other’s throats twenty-four seven, and I got to hear about things that weren’t Jefferson being terrible. That was nice.”

Alex laughs soundlessly. “I did talk about him a lot.”

“You’d think that you were secretly soulmates or something.”

“Ha. No.”


“Will you guys shut up, please?” Mindy asks, turning with a look of indignance on her face. “I can’t hear.”

“Sorry, sweetie,” Alex says, kissing her forehead. “You wanna restart it?”


“Just back to the mirror scene,” the little girl decides, snuggling in between her dads. “That’s the good part.”

John doesn’t want to laugh, but he does, and Mindy fumbles for the remote, hitting several different buttons before finding pause. “What’s so funny, Daddy?”

“It’s a long story,” Alex explains.

Mindy crosses her arms. “We got time.”

“I see you’ve taught her well,” John mumbles to Alex. Alex grins with half of his mouth.

“So back before we got married, before we adopted you, your daddy had…issues with this one guy he worked with,” John starts.

“He made me so mad,” Alex adds.

“It’s not good to be mad at people, Daddy,” Mindy says. “It makes you mean.”

Three year olds are so pure.

“Anyway, he sent your daddy some texts that made him very mad, and so he punched the mirror in the bathroom and broke it.”


Mindy’s mouth falls open. “Daddy!”

Alex holds his hands up. “Guilty.”

“That’s why the mirror scene is so funny to us,” John finishes.

“Didya get a new mirror?”

“I think so. I hope so,” Alex says, worry creeping into his tone. “Wouldn’t want someone to be renting that apartment and find no mirror.”

Mindy giggles. “Okay, can we watch the movie now?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Some time later, Mindy’s fallen asleep, and Alex carries her to bed and tucks her in. “Goodnight, kiddo. Sweet dreams. Don’t punch any mirrors.”

“Is that just gonna be a running inside joke now?” John asks. Alex nods and then kisses him briefly. John tries to melt into the kiss, but Alex is already pulling away.

“Where are you going?” John mumbles, uncertain.

“To finish the movie, duh,” Alex shoots back. “We can cuddle on the couch.”

John happily skips after him and settles next to him. Alex hits play and then kisses John, and it’s nice, it’s so nice to be here and in love and raising a daughter and having inside jokes, even if the jokes are about Alex breaking a mirror.

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MIRRORS. | M

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst + Vampire!Taehyung

Warnings: blood play, graphic depictions of death/violence/murder, suicidal thoughts/depression

Word Count: 7,734

Description: The red tint of his eyes were laced with a deadness that perfectly reflected your own. The familiarity kept you returning to him over and over again, you thought that maybe it was just so you could have someone who understood all of the pain. 

A/N: This scenario was inspired by the lyrics from “Mirrors” by PVRIS

NOTE [!]: this was originally supposed to be multiple parts, but i’ve realized that i just don’t think i’ll ever find the motivation to come back and finish this, sorry guys :// i deleted the ending, so now it seems like there’s at least semi-closure at the end (even if the ending isn’t the best) instead of leaving you guys off with that god awful cliffhanger from before. 

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You watched the fragmented colors of orange and red reflect off of the clouds as the sun started to descend below the horizon. The light fall breeze whipped through your hair carrying the invisible scent of your body down into the quickly approaching night life of the city; that gust of air might as well have been a bullet to your head.

They were already stirring. You watched from the rooftop as the citizens ran into their homes, windows were being barred, and the streetlamps suddenly erupted as they prepared to become spotlights for the unlucky; for you.

You looked out at your city one last time, the vantage point of the roof giving you a complete view of the entirety of it all. The corner of your mouth crept into a smile as you said a final goodbye to the miles of spread out land that held all of the beautiful and heart breaking memories from your past twenty years of life.

By the time you made it down the five flights of stairs, and opened the door that led into a dimly lit alleyway, darkness had already imposed itself upon the sky. Even though you had completely accepted the consequences of what you were doing tonight, it still didn’t stop the pang of fear that coursed through your body at the sight of the pitch black scene above you. It was a sight you’d only seen a handful of times in your life, and the memories that accompanied it made you tremble with anxiety.

Shrill screams, blood, maniacal laughter, desperation.

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Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
“Mum?” he whispered. “Dad?”
They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees – Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside of him, half joy, half terrible sadness.
—  J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
The Parallels of Zutara and Kallura

Ever since the second season of Voltron: Legendary Defender has come out, Kallura—Keith x Allura—has caused… quite the controversy, to say the least. Some have embraced the pairing, while others have rejected it. Nonetheless, there seems to be a consensus that the pair mirrors another from Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko x Katara, otherwise known as Zutara. The question is to what degree, and is the mirroring profound or shallow?

In this meta, I’ll explore the parallels between ATLA’s Zutara and VLD’s Kallura.


Note that while I ship these pairs, I will be looking at their relationships in an objective manner. How one decides to interpret these relationships, whether it be romantic or platonic, is up to that person. This meta isn’t meant to cause shipping discourse or convince anyone to ship anything. It’s only meant to evaluate the similarities between Zutara and Kallura.

Also note, spoilers for both shows will be discussed under the cut.


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Imagine Showing Off Your New Swimsuit to Dean

Summary: You are nervous about wearing your new swimsuit but your boyfriend Dean always has a way of making you feel beautiful.

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, more fluff, body image issues

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Mirrors

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
Drabble Request by Anon
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

82: Do that Again
85: Tell Me What You Want
93: Mirror


You were hunched over the mirror in the bathroom naked and moaning at your husband. “J-Jungkook.” He glanced at you through the mirror.

“Tell me Jagi…Tell me what you want.” He said low enough for you to hear as his fingers rubbed up and down your core just before he licked his lips and bend down to devour you.

Your breath started to fog up the mirror as you felt his tongue lap at your clit as he waited for your response. You started to pant quietly as he moved his actions to your entrance. Sucking and slurping. He spreads you even wider to attack your forbidden place as his tongue probed the location. He pulls back just as you arch your back and he shoves his hot throbbing cock inside you hitting your spot. He pauses.

You whimper at the action. “Do that again.” You moaned out as he moves again hitting your sweet spot like you requested causing you to clench around him.

He grabbed your arms by the elbows pulling you back into him causing him to bury himself deeper within you. “I want you to look at me in the mirror and watch us.” He grunts out.

You bite your lip as you make eye contact with your husband in the mirror. His eyes darkening with pure lust as you can see his sweat glistening on his face and down his chest. You could feel yourself coming close to your end. “I’m going….oh my god…” you moaned out causing him to slow down.

“No jagi, you won’t.” He says teasingly. “Not yet.” As he went to a slower pace a few thrusts just before he stopped all together. He pulled out and carried you to your shared bedroom. “Get on top of the mirror on the bed. Face down, ass up, hands and knees.” He commanded.

You did as you were told and as soon as you do it, he is back inside you going faster and hard. Your breath starts fogging up the mirror beneath you. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you can see everything. The sight turning you on so much.

Jungkook watches you in the mirror. The sight of his wife being turned on by the sheer fact of seeing herself through the mirror as her husband roughly manhandled her, he bit his own lip in satisfaction. You clenched around him as his thrusts started to slow and become sloppy. “Come.” He moans and as soon as he gave you the permission to do so, you come undone panting onto the mirror as if it couldn’t get any foggier. You could feel your wetness drip down your thighs as you could feel him pulsating his release within you. His voice staggers in uneven breathing.

As you stay connected with him for a few minutes he starts smirking into the mirror at you. “Who would have thought you get turned on by watching yourself in the mirror?” He chuckles teasingly causing you to blush and pull him out of you as you crawled away, but he pulls you back. “Ah ah ah..” he says to you causing you to yelp out of surprise. “We aren’t done yet.”
Your eyes widened.

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 95: The Magic Mirror

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 95: The Magic Mirror

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

Missed the beginning? ( 1) ( 2) ( 3) ( 4) ( 5) (6) ( 7) ( 8) ( 9) ( 10) ( 11) ( 12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (40) (41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49) (50) (51) (52) (53) (54) (55) (56) (57) (58) (59) (60) (61) (62) (63) (64) (65) (66) (67) (68) (69) (70) (71) (72) (73) (74) (75) (76) (77) (78) (79) (80) (81) (82) (83) (84) (85) (86) (87) (88) (89) (90) (91) (92) (93) (94)

Tagging a few people who may be interested: @sailormew4 @annaamell@flslp87@emmateo26@fleurreads @doracianstormrose @mermaidswans@bethacaciakay@ultraluckycatnd@allfangirlallthetime @effulgentcolors, @ilovemesomekillianjones@kat2609@brooke-to-broch@missgymgirl @hellomommanerd @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven@charmingturkeysandwich@jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46@snowbellewells@iamanneenigma @daxx04 @lapi-lazuli@nickillian @a-rose-for-a-savior @in-spirational @gillie@manic-pixiefangirl @britishguyslover@ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @nofeels@holmes-a-holic@kmomof4 @linda8084  @spartanguard

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The Magic Mirror

CS genre: Deleted Scene/Canon Divergence (2x6)

Emma took a deep breath and looked around the huge, cavernous room, trying desperately to ignore the cocky pirate at her side.  Her hand still tingled where he’d held it and bandaged it with his scarf.  Not that she had any intention of telling him that. The stupid pirate was way too full of himself as it was.

Still, from the looks of things around this place, she was going to have to suffer through his company for quite a while more.  There was treasure and junk piled everywhere.  How the hell were they ever going to find the magic compass?

“They horded all of their greatest stolen treasures in here,”  Hook said, picking up a golden coin, putting it to his nose and breathing it in.  “Piles of jewels, and every room filled with coins.”

Great.  Not only did they have a warehouse full of crap to sift through, it looked like her sticky-fingered companion was going to get distracted by everything that sparkled.

“Let’s get to it; the compass,” she said.

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CYOSA - Truth or Dare, part 6: Dean picks dare

Characters: Dean, Leah, Sam and Reader
Location: Motel room, Crappsville, USA.
Word Count: 1408

Summary: This game of Truth or Dare is about to end in the best possible way…

Part 1 - by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Part 2 - by @gemini75eeyore

Part 3 - by @deandoesthingstome

Part 4 - by @rizlowwritessortof

Part 5 - by @saenalife (why can’t I tag you?)

See @littlegreenplasticsoldier‘s MasterMess for all the possible permutations.

Warnings: SMUT, some bi-feels for the reader.

Unbeta’d, but helped out by @manawhaat when I was super stuck:p

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“So… truth or dare?”

Still kneeling in front of you Dean weighed his options for a moment, the flush of his face and the slow, tantalizing rhythm of his breathing making your pulse thump in your ears.

“Oh, I’m all in sweetheart… dare.” He gave you a wink, and then kept his gaze fixed on you through hooded eyes, and you knew exactly what your next move was gonna be.

“I dare you to kiss me whereever the fuck you want, Dean.” You bit your lip at him, knowing full well you were in for a treat after having spurred him on so well mere seconds earlier.

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Who I Am || BTS

Originally posted by jeonsshi

AN: If any of you have read “I Love You || Jeon Jungkook”, then you know what this is going to be. This is my warning, my disclaimer. This imagine does get graphic and does breach some very sensitive topics involving drugs and abuse. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED AND TRIGGERED EASILY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND NOTIFIED.


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Genre: Angst

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Title: Mirror

Genre: Romance/Supernatural
Pairing: Vegeta x Bulma

“Some believe that mirrors are portals to and from the spirit world…”

Synopsis: Bulma, at age 16, moves to the town of Saiya with her family, where she encounters a strange mirror in her room. 11 years later, the specter she thought she saw years before in the mirror emerges, and asks her to find his name and solve his murder! Could he possibly have something to due with this 100-year-old murder the town is so skittish about?


Finally! Redraw the cover for this thing. It got a whole lot creepier. I’m…not sure if I wanted it to look that eerie, it just sorta happened. I don’t know if the fanfic is even that creepy to begin with–

Oh well. I like it. 

A little bit of Scarlet Witch/Vision headcannon for you...

I just want to talk about this scene in Civil War for a minute, Because I think the implications of what Wanda says to the Vision here are huge.

They’ve talked about his bad habit of barging into rooms unannounced before? Like, when?? And under what circumstances?

Can you imagine:

Scenario 1: Wanda’s in one of the safe house bathrooms, washing her hair under one of those fancy rain shower faucets, surrounded on all sides by foggy glass. In steps the Vision because—who knows—he wants to helpfully announce a sudden Avenger meeting or that her favorite television show is on. Wanda spins around, shocked and embarrassed, cheeks red and long hair just barely covering the important bits. She shouts at him to leave but instead he blinks innocently, taking in her figure all the more. He can’t comprehend why she’s so upset, but she shouts at him again and he remembers that humans don’t like to be seen naked unless given permission– especially not members of the opposite sex. So he says a polite apology and promptly leaves, but not before the thought crosses his mind that as far as human anatomy goes, hers is quite nice.

Scenario 2: It’s the middle of the night and Wanda’s having one of her nightmares (after all, she was experimented on and turned into a mutant). The Vision hears her cries and rushes to her side, kneeling beside the bed as he brushes strands of tangled hair away from her damp forehead. Wanda’s eyes flutter open, and then she scrambles away from him with a startled shout, wearing nothing but a tank top and underwear, though luckily the twisted sheets are covering most of her lower half. He explains in a soft, calming voice why he came, and she thanks him breathlessly but assures him he can leave now, she’s all right.

Scenario 3: Wanda’s getting ready for the day. She’s in the tank top she wore to bed and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms, her hair in a messy ponytail from having just woken up. She’s in front of a mirror, holding up two pairs of dark colored, slightly emo outfits on hangers, trying to decide which is better. In steps the Vision, apron on and a spatula in his hand as he announces breakfast is ready. She jumps in surprise and reprimands him, pointing out she could very well have been changing just now–and secretly annoyed that he’s seeing her without makeup. He mumbles and apology and turns to leave through the door, but then pauses and suggests the red blouse because it compliments her hair and skin tone. Wanda shakes her head, thinking it’s about time she had a serious conversation with him, but puts on the red blouse with the black skirt anyway, letting her hair loose and noticing that it really does bring out the auburn highlights. And just why does that make her blush?

Gah, the sexual tension!!!

Anyway, just thought I’d share a little headcannon with ya’ll. ;) Hope you enjoy!

A pickup line I heard once
  • Person 1: Hi, I'm looking for a pair of jeans
  • Person 2: Okay, what pair of jeans are you looking for?
  • Person 1: The pair with mirrors in the pockets
  • Person 2: With mirrors in the pockets?
  • Person 1: Yes
  • Person 2: I'm sorry, we don't have a pair like that
  • Person 1: Oh, that's too bad. I could really see myself in your pants.
Perfect Pair

Requested

*Cas-centric

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“Why are you squinting?”

“I’m not.”

“Bullshit. You look like Cas does when he’s confused. Which is all the time.”

Both you and the angel glared at Dean. But Cas’ anger diminished first, turning to concern for you. “Do you have a headache?”

“Only a little one. I always get one when I read one of these ancient books for too long.”

“I’ve also noticed you do it when you’re on your phone,” Sam noted. “And you tend to have the brightness turned up to blinding levels.”

Cas cocked his head to the side. “Are you having problems seeing?”

“No.”

“No need to get defensive,” Dean said at your tone. “Lots of people wear glasses.”

“Not hunters. I’d turn into Velma from Scooby-Doo; constantly losing them and then running right into the creature I was supposed to be tracking. Except in our world, the monsters are a lot more violent.” You paused. “But my eyesight is fine!”

“Maybe you should go to the eye doctor,” Sam said.

“I don’t need to.”

The brothers shared a look. Dean picked up a pencil from beside him and called your name. When you looked up, he tossed it at you. The pencil bounced off your forehead (eraser-side, thankfully).

“Dammit, Dean! What if the point of that had gone into my eye?”

“Then you definitely wouldn’t be able to argue your way out of a visit to the eye doctor.”

“I don’t need to go!”

“You completely missed the pencil!”

“No. I just didn’t try to stop it. I’m not used to people throwing things at me while I’m trying to research.”

“You’ve been here for almost four years. How are you not used to that?”

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You could feel Dean’s anger from the backseat.

“We’re going to take you back to the bunker and stitch you up. And then first thing tomorrow, you’re going to the eye doctor.”

“I’m fine,” you said, pulling back the rag you’d pressed against the cut on your forehead. It may have been dark and your vision may have been blurry, but you could still see it was soaked with blood.

“You should go,” Cas said in his gentle-yet-firm tone. “You’re severely hurt and it could have been a lot worse.”

“But…”

“If nothing’s wrong with your eyesight, then the appointment will be simple,” Sam pointed out.

You scowled at him in the dark, knowing that he was right (and that he knew he was right). Cas gently took the rag from you and pressed it against the gash in your forehead, earning a slight hiss from you.

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The diagnosis was exactly what you’d figured.

Well, not exactly. You weren’t, after all, an optometrist.

But you did need glasses.

You and Cas looked at the wall of frames, the daunting choice weighing on you. He was the only one there with you; the Winchesters weren’t there, having given you the choice of ‘pick a chaperone or we all go’.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you said.

“There are many choices,” Cas agreed. “Maybe we start with color?”

“Black. At least that way, they won’t clash with my clothes.”

The angel nodded and the two of you stepped over to a small section of black frames. There were all sorts over here: large, small, oval, circle, square, cat-eye. Thick plastic, thin wire.

Too much.

“I… I don’t…”

“What about these?” Cas reached forward and carefully took a pair from the display, handing them to you. You slipped them on and looked in the mirror.

“No,” you said, taking them off. “Too large. They make my face look squished.”

Cas replaced them and pulled another pair off.

“Circles don’t work with my facial shape,” you said, taking the new pair off.

You went through a few more pairs, the angel ever resilient to help you find the perfect pair. He pulled one off and carefully slipped them on you.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Cas shook his head. “You look… cute.”

You felt yourself blushing at his compliment, so you turned to the mirror. This pair actually wasn’t too bad; rectangular, fitting your face. The frames weren’t too large or small. There was even a small sky-blue (same color as Cas’ eyes, actually) accent on the inside of the frame that could only be seen when you turned your head.

“What do you think?” the angel asked after a moment or two.

“These will work,” you said, giving him a small smile. “I’m still not happy about having to wear glasses, but… these aren’t horrible.”

mirror

Inspired by that headcanon I suddenly had while doing the dishes and listening to ‘Mirrors’ by Justin Timberlake. Basically Scorbus goes exploring and finds the Mirror of Erised.


They stumbled upon it one night, in one of the few times they’ve sneaked out of bed.

Since they practically changed history and traveled through space and time, Albus and his best and only friend Scorpius the Dreadless have been more than daring in their attempts of mischief and mayhem. Honestly, Albus felt more like his family than he ever had, and Scorpius’ dreams were basically coming true.

It was in an abandoned classroom, in a locked corridor with a rusty doorknob. A simple ‘Alohomora’ was enough to let them through, and Scorpius followed Albus cautiously, his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. At sixteen, they were already becoming too big for the Invisibility Cloak, their feet scuffling slightly on the dusty flooring.

Harry Potter had told his children about the Mirror of Erised a long time ago. To Albus, it was almost like a children’s bedtime story; to Scorpius it was a valuable piece of history.

“Do you think we’ll learn more about ourselves?” Scorpius whispered in awe. Albus shrugged. “Dunno. I hope so.” He frowned slightly. “You’d think by now we’d know ourselves better. I still don’t know what I want.” Scorpius nudged him gently. “Let’s go ahead then, shall we?”

They walked towards the towering mirror, side by side, slowly. 

Albus thought about everything he had yet to discover about himself - how much he and his father actually had in common, why he hadn’t had a girlfriend yet, how he received a handful of O.W.L.s but didn’t know what to do with his life, how he would feel if one day he actually lost his best friend. 

Scorpius thought about everything he thought he wanted - his mother back with him, his father’s approval, Rose Granger-Weasley, being locked in a room full of books and being a history scholar forever, and spending all his time with Albus.

Both boys - young men, now - stepped forward together, side by side, facing the mirror, both pairs of eyes closed. 

Hesitantly, Albus opened one eye, and then another. In disbelief, he nudged Scorpius, whose eyes were still closed, his hands clammy. “Scorp, open your eyes,” he whispered. Scorpius gulped and nodded. He opened his eyes.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Albus whispered, almost in awe.

Scorpius, though thoroughly discombobulated, nodded. “I think so?” he said.

Albus reached out a hand to touch the mirror, his head shaking in disbelief. 

Nothing was different. All Albus saw was their reflection - just him and Scorpius, side by side.

Scorpius chuckled. “It’s… it’s you and me.”

Albus nodded. “It’s the same?” He laughed. “Wow this… this was a risky trip for some mirror.” He frowned suddenly. “Unless perhaps… it doesn’t work anymore?”

Scorpius shook his head. “There’s no way. This kind of magic… it never fades.” 

Suddenly, their heads both snapped to the mirror. It was still the same - them, standing side by side - but now, their hands reached for each other, their fingers interlacing. 

Scorpius tore his eyes away from their reflection and glanced at his own hand, right next to Albus’. “Unless…” He gulped. “Your heart’s desire…”

Wordlessly, Albus took Scorpius’ hands in his own and laced his fingers in Scorpius’ - now thoroughly mirroring their reflection. Scorpius is stunned for a moment, but he doesn’t let go - he realized he doesn’t want to. 

After what seemed like years, Albus finally cleared his throat. “Well… I did once say I didn’t need anyone else but you.”

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The Mirror of Erised - “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.”

And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees — Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.- PS/SS