oh god is my nose huge

Bloody and Bruised

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Requested?: Yes, it was!

Prompt: “Oh sorry I got so excited I didn’t think to read the tags.. I’m a ditz sometimes. Number 7 or 11 with Lafayette x reader then. Sorry! (11. I found you bloody and bruised in a strange alleyway, so far from home.)” (P.S. you’re not a ditz my friend)

Words: 1.6k+

Part One | Part Two

A/N: so I was given a sentence for a drabble and this happened, haha. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about it but @secretschuylersister convinced me to post this so enjoy! 

Originally posted by hcwkeyes


You stepped out the back of the club for some fresh air. Being a bartender was hell when it was a Friday night and everyone in the city wanted to come to the “hottest club in the tri-state area”. You install a few blacklights and suddenly everyone is amazed that their white shirt glows in the dark. You rolled your eyes, pushing the loud, drunk customers to the back of your mind as you stretched. You froze when you heard a groan to your left. However, when you turned your head, nobody was there. You shrugged it off, leaning on the brick wall behind you when another groan came from the same direction.

“Help…me…” a voice croaked out.

You walked down the alley, pausing when you found a man laying in the middle of a pile of full trash bags.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You asked before you could think about it.

Of course he isn’t okay, in the dim lighting of the alley you could see blood, a lot of it, staining the white shirt the man wore. His body language screamed fatigue and his voice was shaky and weak.

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DDR and the mvp Dribbles

Context: a few friends and i were playing what was supposed to be a short, spur of the moment dnd game cause we were all in the mood. there were three playing, A pathetically squishy elven cleric (ramiel, male) and two fighters; a dragon born (donner, male) and a half-elf (dagger, female (my character)) together we were DDR

the guy playing donner had played another game before with everyone else at the table other than me where he had taken a young child under his wing; her name was poppy but he lovingly called her dribbles and because the image of a two year old girl on the shoulders of a shredded dragonborn was too hilarious, dribbles stayed with us in this quest.

anyway, after a few scuffles and fights, ramiel set off a trap that had us all running uncharted style from falling rocks and a flowing lava like substance. Dagger and Donner both failed a perception check and fell through an open hole in the floor, the damage knocking us both unconscious. ramiel tried to go down to help but because he had the worst hp even the (much MUCH) lessened damage he took knocked him unconscious.

Everyone: /sitting in completely stunned silence/

Dagger (ooc): did a trap door seriously tpk us?!

Donner and Ramiel (ooc): /laughter/

DM: hang on, does anyone have any health potions left?

Ramiel (ooc): i have one, yeah.

DM: okay /silent for a few seconds/ the pain you feel on impact causes your vision to black out and you can feel yourself slipping into the darkness; is this the end of DDR? 

when suddenly you, ramiel, feel a sharp pain of something being shoved up your nose and come to consciousness coughing and spluttering, choking on some liquid of some sort. you open your eyes and instead of the faces of your beloved companions above you, the drooling, dirt smeared face of dribbles appears before you.

DDR (ooc): /decending into hysterical laughter as this is all going on/

Donner (ooc): /just completely losing his shit/ fucking dribbles saved us oh my fucking GOD

in summery: we got out mostly alive (ramiel died after that but we fixed it!!) and Dribbles got ‘SAVED THE GAME’ scrawled in huge capital letters on her character sheet.

Aaliyah goes on birth control

„I’m going to clean up the mess that is the kitchen and leave for the studio after that, okay?“ Shawn said, standing up, taking the plates with him into the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Jo said, smiling at Aaliyah who looked adorable, sitting in front of her. They had finished dinner and Aaliyah was eating Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, smiling blissfully.

Shawn grabbed his jacket, kissing Jo and Aaliyah’s forehead before leaving. “Gotta run, see you!”

And with that he was out of the door and Jo and Aaliyah sat down on the couch, snuggling up to each other, watching “Keeping up with the Kardashians”

“Jo?” Aaliyah asked tentatively.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

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Sober - Part Six (UPDATED)

Angst/Slight bit of Fluff/ but mostly angst

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BigBang), Song Mino (WINNER) 

Part One Part Five Part Seven

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Mia!” Mino shouts my name in such a high note that I think that the glass of water in his hands will burst into shards.

I smile at him as he stumbles to get up from the armchair and run towards me. There’s an expression of fear and relief in his face, accompanied by his puffy cheeks which seem to be streaked with tears. I try to sit upright but he puts a hand on my chest and gently pushes me back down. He puts his hand behind my head and places it on the plastic covered pillow.

“What- how - why am I here?” I stammer through my words and looks at the small hospital room.

“Shhh,” Mino comfortingly pushing my bangs away from my face and plants a single kiss on my cheek. “You got into a little accident and got a concussion.”

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WestAllen Fic:

Title: her own finite time
Pairing/Characters: Iris/Barry
Rating: Explicit
Word Count:  2481  

Summary: God damnit the world is a so dark lately, if she can pry some small spark of joy out of it in half an hour with her amnesiac fiancé doing something a little unwise on her apartment floor, then she’s not turning down the opportunity. 

An extension of the scene in 3x21 when amnesiac!Barry rediscovers his powers, because he and Iris totally had sex right after that, guys.

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“You kissed me and gave me super powers,” Barry is sitting on the floor looking at Iris like she just sprouted wings.

“No, that’s – no,” Iris gently grasps his shoulders, “you got your speed from a particle accelerator explosion. I… just set it off.”

Barry looks unconvinced. “What’s a particle accelerator?”

She has literally no idea how to explain that to him. “We should get you back to Star Labs – Cisco can take you through all this stuff, I’ll call him now – ”

She’s working on getting to her feet and remembering where she put her phone before he kissed her, when Barry is tugging at her wrist. “Do – do you have to?”

“Have to?”

“Call Cisco? I mean, right now – ?” his ears are colouring, his expression sheepish, “I just… I was kinda enjoying – ”

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anonymous asked:

Cn & lb's weapons have Internet access & untraceable IPs so when they're bored on patrol they livesteam & do random shit on youtube & bc of that everyone sees them as people not just heroes & sometimes alya gets in on it & they stream to the ladyblog

have you guys ever seen that shipping video that thomas sanders and jon cozart did? this is p much based off that xD

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Summary: “We’ve noticed something interesting going on. An alarming number of people seem to ship Ladybug and I.”“

Yeah, it’s tricky stuff shipping real life people. People expect us to be romantically compatible. But are we?”

An exclusive Ladyblog Livestream Event with Ladybug and Chat Noir where they decide once and for all whether Ladynoir is a compatible (and acceptable) ship. Remember to like comment and subscribe!


“Okay, guys. Act natural, and remember this is just for fun. You guys cool with doing your own intro and everything?”

Ladybug scoffed. “Are you kidding? You’re giving him control of an entire video, he’s totally fine.”

“You can literally make fun of me until the end of time, I don’t care. Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about doing a YouTube tag?” Chat Noir bounced in his seat a little bit and cracked his knuckles. “I am beyond ready.”

Ladybug jutted a thumb at him and smirked at Alya. “See? I think we’ll be good.”

Alya snorted and finished setting up her phone on the little tripod mount she bought specifically for the occasion. Her hands were shaking a little bit because she was still finding it hard to believe that Ladybug and Chat Noir were actually sitting in her living room, not even a few feet away from her. 

It had always been her dream to do a Livestream to the Ladyblog that wasn’t just focusing on the superheroics. Yes it was always exciting to get details on fights, on their powers, on what goes through their heads in the middle of battles, but at the end of the day they were still the same age as Alya. She wanted to have the chance to just do something silly with them. News reporters very rarely treated them like the teenagers they were, and Alya was sure that her followers would get a kick out of them doing something humorous on camera. She’d made a whole blog post about it one night when she was sleep deprived and not thinking before she typed. 

But two days later, when she caught them right after another akuma fight, Ladybug pointed her out of the crowd and mentioned that they both saw the post she’d made. “Feel free to ring us up when you have an idea for a video,” she grinned.

It was almost too good to be true, but Alya wasn’t going to let go of an opportunity like this. The amount of views and followers she’d get after this would be astronomical. She was practically vibrating. “Alright, you crazy kids, I’m gonna read off the questions for you once you start. Whenever you’re ready.”

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Study Blues

A/N: hi it’s been forever I’m aware (this is the busiest I’ve been in my fucking life goddamn) but here’s a little destiel college au fluff to celebrate me finishing a huge project a.k.a. I need me a man like cas lol.

Cas, nose deep in a novel, barely noticed the silence that ebbed into the room. The past 4 hours had been a quiet chorus of keys tapping, complemented by the occasional page turn.

“Oh my god.” Dean’s whisper cut through the newfound silence.

“What?” Cas closed his book, straightening up on the bed.

“It’s done.” Dean cleared his throat. “I mean. I think it’s done. I’ll probably look it over one more time before I submit this but… I finally finished it.” He turned to face Cas, his eyes tired with a small gleam of relief.

Cas smirked. “Well, you know what that means.”

Dean narrowed his eyes at him.

Cas patted on the bed next to him, setting his book on the night stand.

Dean hesitated a moment before getting up and moving to the bed. “What?”

“Come on.” Cas smiled. He scooted over and gestured for Dean to lay down. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Dean fought the blush rising to his cheeks, unsure exactly of Castiel’s intention.

Cas leaned over his resting body, eying Dean up and down before cracking his knuckles. “You know, I haven’t seen you smile once since you’ve been working on that awful project.”

“What can I say, it’s a pain in the ass. It’s tedious. It’s not even required for my job, just school.” He groaned. A moment later he caught on to Cas’ wording. “Hey, wait a sec…”

Cas stretched a leg over Dean’s waist, wiggling his fingers tauntingly. “We both know you will be much happier in a few minutes. I just want to see you genuinely happy.” He replied innocently.

Dean curled his hands into fists on the blankets, wadding them up in anticipation. Cas was such a tease and knew him too damn well. He hated and loved it.

“Where should we start, hmm? This is a reward for all your hard work, after all. Any preferences?”

Dean huffed out a laugh, leaning his face into his shoulder.

“No? I guess I’ll just find somewhere and see where it takes us.” Cas smirked, slowly lowering his hands toward Dean’s middle.

The thin t-shirt did little to protect him when soft fingers descended, lightly scratching and playing over the soft fabric. Dean bit his lip, already squirming. “Yohohou’re the worst.” He giggled.

“I know you mean best.” Cas snickered, leaning down to press a kiss to Dean’s red cheek.

Without much warning, he picked up the pace, growing impatient and wanting to see Dean happy and bubbly again. They both needed to de-stress.

“Ohmygohohod!” Dean squeaked, kicking his feet against the mattress as fingers scribbled along his stomach and lower ribs. A few squeezes to his sides brought nearly undeniable urges to jerk his arms down against him for protection.

Cas slid a hand under Dean’s shirt and he was lost. Giggling, light laughter that hadn’t been heard from Dean in weeks filled the room, an intoxicating sound. Cas hummed along, reaching one hand up to sneak a few tickles under Dean’s arm and around his neck, which he squirmed at.

“Ahahaha Cas! Yohohohou-” Dean whined on principle, not because he didn’t love it just as much as Cas enjoyed dishing it out.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Cas pressed another kiss to Dean’s forehead. “And when you laugh. And when you giggle.”

“Shuhuhut up.” Dean snorted.

Cas only kept it up for a few more minutes before collapsing down next to Dean, a smile on both of their faces. “Feeling less stressed?”

“Definitely. Well, mostly. I’m still gonna be nervous until it’s submitted I guess.” Dean chuckled.

“I’m sure you’re gonna do great with the project. If you want I can peer review a little for you, just double check for any last minute mistakes?”

“I would love that.” Dean replied as he pulled Cas closer to him.

Art Problems

Digital: Ah, this drawing is finished, oh god the head is huge compared to the body, *uses tool to shrink head and fix it up* there~

Traditional:  Ah, this drawing is finished….Oh dear god why, the head is so freakin huge, Oh god dang it why, now I have to redraw the head and make it smaller and make the eyes, nose, and everything else again, whyyyyy WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I hate my life! AHHHHHH!

The Bog of Eternal Stench - the teaspoon girl pt 3

A witch turns Y/N into a teaspoon sized woman, and Sam and Dean has to make sure she doesn’t get squashed – and find a cure.

Word count: 1013

Had to break this into parts: it’s been too long since I posted a story. Part four isn’t too far away.

Please let me know what you think – and remember that I’m not English. Also let me know if you want on – or off – my tag list.


From part two:

Dean thought for a second, then looked like he’d found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. “You can ride in Sam’s pocket. You’ll be safe, I don’t have to worry about crushing you… it’s a win-win situation.”

That was the best idea Y/N had heard in a long time, and if she wasn’t so hell-bent on keeping a crush a secret, she might have high-fived Dean.


The ride back to the motel was surreal. Sam plopped Y/N into his chest pocket without second thought, and she’d spent the rest of the drive trying not to think about how insanely close she was to him.

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ratchet steve chronicles pt. 1 ???
  • Steve: *holds his nose as blood trickles from it* Look at my nose!!!
  • Ponyboy: *mutters* It's huge...
  • Steve:
  • Steve:
  • Steve: what the fuck did you just say about me you cry baby bitch i will straight DECK you, SAY IT AGAIN HOE SAY IT AGAIN
  • Two-bit: lmao okay steve,,, tone it down
  • Steve: NAH NAH NAH THIS BITCH HAS SOMETHIN TO SAY ABOUT ME, I'M 👏🏻 NOT 👏🏻 PLAYING 👏🏻 HOE. SAY IT AGAIN.
  • Sodapop: oh my god-
  • Ponyboy: jeez steve, i'm sorry, no need to get worked up-
  • Steve: nAh i'M TIRED OF YOUR CRACKER JACK BOX BOY ASS, SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN bitCH
  • Sodapop: STEVE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD-
The City is Mine: Ch.3 (M)

Genre: gang au, angst, smut (IN THIS CHAPTER!!!)

Character Profiles: AOMG | The Outsiders | The 1988′s  (Please read these and the Prologue before you begin!)

Chapters: Prologue1234 /?

“The City is Mine” Ravi Open


“Wait. Did you just say…Don Mills is here?” asked Zico, his voice suddenly turning dark as he discarded his nice guy facade.

“Yeah bro he’s right over there” replied Microdot as he nodded his head towards Don’s direction.

Without another word Zico turned and headed in the direction Microdot had pointed towards, instantly forgetting his mission to collect Simon D’s sister in favor of finding Don Mills.

“Thanks for the drugs bro!” Microdot called after him excitedly before heading towards the mens room to test the drugs out.

Without thinking, Zico’s fingers found their way into his inner coat pocket and curled around the gun he had hidden inside. His emotions, which he normally kept under lock and key, were going haywire. The only thing he could think about was getting revenge on the man who was responsible for killing the only woman he had ever loved.

He was going to find Don Mills, and he was going to kill him.

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Canoodling

Hey guys I wrote a really, really silly, stupidly goofy MBAV oneshot so hERE YOU GO I GUESS
(It’s also on Archive under the user Shima2112.)

But yeah as I said this is really really dumb but it’s fluffy so I hope you like it anyway!


The sounds of distorted laughter filter through the crack of Ethan’s bedroom door, but it does nothing to disturb the current insanity that is The Tomb of the Damned, a bowl of popcorn and a certain best friend named Benny Weir.

“Zombie!” Benny cries out, jerking back violently in his chair. His jade eyes are wide with suspense as he narrowly misses being bitten—definitely easier said than done, seeing as it’s happened to him in real life before.

“If you hadn’t noticed, we’re sort of surrounded by them,” Ethan comments dryly, mashing the buttons on his controller.

Level nine is the one of the hardest in the whole game, and they still haven’t managed to conquer it yet. Even so, Ethan knows that his genius and Benny’s wicked skills will win them the round. Soon, hopefully.

This is how they usually spend their Friday nights, cooped up in Ethan’s room while Jane leads Sarah into another round of Dance Dance Revolution. Needless to say Sarah’s walked away with some pretty impressive hip hop skills and a pocketful of cash every week, so that’s a plus.

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More Than Just Miles

Can you do a phone call with Harrison?

Credit to the gifmaker @tomandharrisongifs !
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“Morning beautiful.” A raspy voice said behind me. I sighed and stretched my arms out, turning to see Harrison smiling at me, his blue eyes crinkled at the corners. I smiled.

“Morning Babe.” He leaned in and I turned my head away.

“Love…” he whined.

“It’s the morning Haz. I haven’t brushed my teeth.” I said holding a hand up to my mouth as I spoke. He pushed it away softly and pulled my chin towards him.

“I could care less.” He said, his lips soon on mine. I smiled into the kiss and he pulled me over to the other side, making me squeal.

“Harrison!” I giggled as he sat on top of me.

“I like this position.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and pushed him off.

“Keep dreaming kid.”

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I heard my phone ringing from the kitchen as I made myself a bowl of cereal. I headed over to the living room and saw Harrison face timing me.

“Haz!” I smiled.

“Y/N! How have you been?” He said, his eyes beaming.

“Missing you like crazy.” I said.

“Me too.” Haz said.

“He never shuts up and it’s annoying!” I heard Tom yell.

“You’ll understand when you get a girlfriend Tom.” Haz teased. I saw soemthing fly at Harrison’s head and heard both the boys laughing. I headed out to the backyard and Haz moved outside, shutting the glass door behind him.

“Quiet time.” He smiled. I sat on the swinging chair and Haz just smiled at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re just so… beautiful. That’s all.” he smiles. I blush and look down, an empty feeling in my chest.

“What’s wrong love?” He asked. I sniffed and wiped my nose.

“Oh Y/N….” Haz said.

“I hate this. I hate being so far.” I said, my eyes watering. His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“So do I. It’s killing me.”

“We’ve been together for two years now. You would think I was used to this but… it’s difficult Haz.” I said, wiping my nose. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a huge sigh.

“We have been together for two years now haven’t we?” He smiled.

“Yeah…”

“Can’t believe we hated each other.” He chuckled. I let out a small laugh.

“I can’t believe you put green dye in my shampoo.” I giggled. He burst out laughing.

“Oh god. That was when I was crushing on you. Hard.” He said, his blue eyes crinkling again.

“God I love your smile.” I said. He smiled again and my heart melted.

“And I love your face.”

“You suck at this.” I laughed. He smiled.

“Yeah but you help me.”

“Haz, we have to go. Nice seeing you Y/N.” Tom said opening the glass door and waving at me, his normally kept hair, wild. Haz sighed and nodded at Tom.

“Guess I should go.”

“I know. Just… please hurry so you can come home.” I said.

“I’ll do everything I can. I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.”

Is This A Test?

Steve Rogers x Reader

Imagine: something terrible happened and you are very depressed. Steve finds you crying in the shower and helps you out. Afterwards, he comforts you and tells you stories of his past to help you calm down until you fall asleep.

A/N: omigosh, this was a little later than I expected. So sorry!!!!!

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, fluff

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Slight angst, depressed thoughts, fluff

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

A/n: IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER, HUGE FUCKING SPOILER ALERT. That is all.

You were seated in the shower, crying your eyes out as the water desperately tried to cling to your body like an embrace to help soothe you but falling down instead. Just ten minutes earlier, you were on the phone and hearing the news that your father had been killed.

**Flashback**

You were just getting ready to take a shower when you heard a knock on the front door. You ran to the door and opened it, a hopeful feeling that it was Steve coming home from his mission.

“Hello?”

Your stomach dropped when you saw two men in military uniforms. One you recognized as your dads best friend Colonel Jacobey Trenton. He took off his cap, held it to his chest and you bit your lip. He had tears in his eyes and you put a hand up to your mouth. He handed you your father’s dog tags and stated, choking on the word.

“I’m so sorry…”

You took them and cried out, holding them and his cap to your chest, falling to your knees. Jake held you in a tight embrace and whispered.

“I tried so hard…”

You sobbed into his chest, holding onto him and cried out.

“No! No, no, no…”

You gasped and pulled back, looking with wide teary eyes.

“Mom…”

“We already told her…we’re currently watching her because she’s suicidal right now…”

You cried and stood up, shutting the door in his face and walked into the shower, sitting on the side of the tub and crying into your hands. You mustered the strength to turn on the shower, undress yourself, wash, then sit and cry,

88END88

That was how Steve found you. You were still sobbing and Steve knelt beside you, asking.

“Baby, what happened?”

You shook your head and Steve shut off the water, wrapped a towel around you and you looked up at his blue eyes. You whispered.

“He’s gone…”

Steve asked, concerned more than ever.

“Who? Who’s gone?”

“Daddy…he was killed in action…two of his comrades came by today and gave me his dog tags and his beret.”

Steve sucked in a breath and hugged you.

“Oh sweetheart…I’m sorry.”

You sniffled and Steve helped you get dressed. You lay on the bed, fingering your dads’ dog tags after putting them on. Steve lay beside you and stated.

“Want to know a story?”

You looked over at him and he gave you a shy smile. You smiled and nodded. He wrapped you up in his arms and warned.

“Just going to say it now, I was a dork before the serum…”

“You still are.”

Steve gave you a look and you smiled sheepishly. He rolled his eyes and stated, poking your nose.

“Anyways, I was a dork. A huge one. Before the serum, when I was in boot camp, I was really scrawny-”

“-I’ve seen pictures. You were as handsome back then as you are now. So don’t you dare bash yourself or I’ll slap you.”

Steve chuckled and shrugged.

“It’s true. Anyways, we were running laps and one of the sergeants training us yelled out ‘Grenade!’ Me being my dorky self fell to the ground and crawled into a ball on the grenade. What I didn’t realize was that it was a test.”

“A test? Oh my god Steve.”

He blushed and laughed. He continued.

“Yeah, I know. So I’m lying on the ground and everyone stands up. I’m still in a ball, wondering why I wasn’t blown to bits when I hear snickering from in front of me. I sat up, looked around, waiting for an explosion and turned to the sergeants and Peggy. Guess what I asked.”

You snorted and asked.

“What?”

“'is this a test?’”

You covered you mouth, laughing and Steve nodded, licking his lips.

“Oh my god Steven. You meatball.”

You threw your head back in laughter and patted his knee. You looked at Steve and he smiled at you. You pursed your lips, smiling and Steve rolled his eyes and waved.

“Go ahead and say it.”

You yelled at the top of your lungs.

“Grenade!”
Steve playfully glared at you as you slapped the bed a couple times, laughing hard and you crawled into his arms, stating.

“Steven, you dorkface. C'mere you adorable meatball.”

You held him to you and kissed him softly, giggling into it and he chuckled.

“Thanks for making me feel better.”

“But I haven’t told you the time when Bucky and I were at a movie theatre yet.”

“Oh my god Steven. What did you do?”

“…what made you think I did something?”

“Because of the stories I heard at the Smithsonian, you two were double trouble.”

“…I might have told a couple people to shut up and got my butt kicked and was saved by Buck.”

You snorted unlady like and covered your face as Steve reacted what happened.

“'I could go on for hours,’ I said.-”

-END-

blood status

DRACO MALFOY X READER

WARNINGS: fluff


I took yet another deep breath as I walked up the long, cobblestone path leading up to the towering black gates.

Once I approached them, they began to swing open before I had even reached up to touch them. I gasped at the sudden motion, which just made me realize how jittery I had become because of this.

I walked through the gates and up to the front doors, which were painted black, extremely tall, and each had a golden knocker.

I ran my hand through my hair and pulled down my dress a bit before knocking on one of the doors.

Almost instantly, the doors opened. Draco Malfoy, who wore a black suit and looked like he had worried a little too much about his hair, stood in the doorway and looked at me.

I grinned. “Hi.”

He returned the smile. “Hi.”

I stepped forward, and Draco put his right hand on the left side of my head as he pushed his lips onto mine for just a moment.

“Do I look okay?” I blurted. I was beyond nervous, and desperately wanted this to go well.

Draco smiled and said, “Yes, love, you look fine. Stop worrying about it, okay? They’re gonna love you.” 

I sighed. “We’ll see.” 

The Malfoys were known for being prejudiced, which already sickened me to the core. I had no idea how they would react if they found out the type of blood that flowed underneath my skin.

“Come on.” Draco said, holding his hand out to me. I threaded my sweaty fingers with his cold ones and stepped inside. The doors closed behind us.

I couldn’t help but look around in awe at the inside of the manor. It was huge, with high ceilings, chandeliers, and what I guessed was very expensive furniture.

“Oh my god.” I whispered. “You’re rich.” 

Draco smiled and shook his head. “No, my parents are rich.”

“Well, they gotta die someday.” I whispered, half-joking.

He just laughed and led me down a darkened corridor. “They’re in the dining hall.”

I pushed my glasses an inch up my nose and followed Draco into a large room, containing a long, wooden table and dark maroon curtains hanging on the walls. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were seated at the end of the table and stood up when we entered.

“Hello.” Draco’s mother said. “You must be Y/N. We’re so delighted to meet you.”

I removed my hand from Draco’s to shake his mom’s hand, but she pulled me into a hug instead. Surprised, I hugged her back and then pulled away. She smelt of mahogany and vanilla.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Please, call me Narcissa.” she replied, and I smiled. “This is my husband, Lucius.” 

I held my hand out and repeated myself, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy.” with a smile.

He looked reluctant to shake my hand, but proceed in doing so, along with a curt nod.

An awkward silence followed.

“You have a lovely home.” I said, trying to break the silence.

“Why, thank you, dear. Why don’t you come help me put the finishing touches on dinner, while the boys set the table?” Mrs. Malfoy said, gesturing to the door behind her.

“Oh, okay.” I said, an anxious twinge in my chest. I was not ready to be alone with one of Draco’s parents, but I didn’t really have a choice. I was also a little surprised that the Malfoys didn’t depend on magic and house elves to do everything. 

I followed her into the kitchen.

– DRACO’S POINT OF VIEW –

I removed the placements from one of the cabinets and began to arrange them, when my father finally spoke.

“So that’s the Mudblood.” he stated so naturally, as if he were talking about the weather outside.

I could feel my blood pulsing through my veins. I had no clue how he knew that Y/N was muggle-born, but that didn’t even matter at this point.

“Please don’t call her that.” I said, not looking up at him.

’Please’? My god, Draco. What has she done to my son?” he said, and I could tell without looking that his mouth was turned up slightly.

I swallowed my anger and said, “Nothing. I just… don’t use that word anymore. And I’d like it if you didn’t either.” I continued to set the table by myself, as my father just stood there and enjoyed making my skin crawl.

He chuckled, which just infuriated me even more. “Wow. She really has changed you.”

“No, she hasn’t.” I lied. She actually had, and definitely for the better. But I couldn’t admit that to my father. If he found out about my newly formed opinions on blood status, he’d disown me.

“So, is she?” he sneered.

I sighed. “Her parents are muggles, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Okay.” he replied, coldly. “So she is a-”

“Father, please.”

He just stared at me and smirked, clearly amused.

– Y/N’S POINT OF VIEW –

Draco’s mother had assigned some small cooking task to me as she finished up something else. The kitchen had fallen silent for a while, until she finally spoke.

“How long have you and Draco been dating again?” she asked.

“Um… seven months.” I said after thinking back, because I had honestly lost track of time. 

“Does he treat you well?” she said, and I could sense in her voice that she desperately wanted to hear a certain answer.

“Yes.” I said immediately, smiling. “He really does. Your son is… really good to me.”

I saw the relief wash over her face, and I saw Draco’s smile in hers. “I’m glad.” she said, squeezing my arm.


Dinner was fine, although I had a hunch Lucius didn’t like me very much. I tried to push that behind me and focus on Narcissa and Draco. My anxiety dulled as Draco sat at my side, offering me smiles and squeezing my right knee when I started to shake it subconsciously.

But, at one point, any hopes I had for pleasing Draco’s parents flew out the window.

Narcissa had just finished talking about Lucius’s job at the Ministry of Magic, when she asked me, “What about your parents? What do they do?”

I cleared my throat. “Well, my mom is a nurse-”

“At Saint Mungos?” Lucius intervened. The look on his face told me he already knew the answer to that question.

“No, at a muggle hospital.” I said, slowly, dreading what was going to happen next.

“Oh.” Mrs. Malfoy breathed. “Is she-”

“A muggle? Yes.” I said, proudly. “So is my dad, he’s a-”

“So you’re a Mudblood.” Lucius Malfoy spat before I could even say the word writer.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I had no clue how to respond to that.

Draco sucked in a breath. “Father, don’t-”

“Don’t what, Draco? I deserve to know about the types of people you are… surrounding yourself with.” Lucius said, then turned to me. “And, I’m afraid I don’t approve. I don’t want your kind being associated with my son.”

That pushed me over the edge.

My kind?” I retorted, bubbling with anger.

“Yes. Your kind.” he stated. “Mudbloods do not deserve - quite frankly - to be considered wizards and witches. Or, to attend such a nice school for learning magic.”

Narcissa looked shocked. “Lucius!” she exclaimed, appalled at her husband.

Before I knew it, I was firing back.

“Excuse me sir, but - quite frankly - my blood status does not make me any less of a wizard as you.”

Draco’s father looked amused, which just infuriated me further.

“I beg to differ-” he started, but I cut him off.

“Yeah, well, I beg to leave this loathsome conversation.” I said, abruptly standing up. I turned to Draco, who stared angrily at his father. “I’m sorry, Draco.” I said. His eyes met mine, and the anger quickly fell from his face, replaced by a look of shame.

Before he could say anything to me, Lucius turned to Draco and very sternly stated, “You will not be seeing this girl anymore, under any circumstances. Do you hear me?”

Draco sighed. “You can’t-”

I couldn’t help myself. “Well, that works out for me!” I yelled, not meaning it, but blinded by rage at Draco’s father. “I luckily will not be forced to cross paths with you, ever again.” I snapped, glaring at Lucius, who just stared back, no emotion in his face.

I turned and started to walk out of the dining hall. “Thanks for the lovely dinner, Mrs. Malfoy!” I called over my shoulder.

– DRACO’S POINT OF VIEW –

I stood up, the chair legs scraping the wooden floor behind me. I shot my father daggers with my eyes, as I had a very strong urge to leap across the table and punch him across the face. But, I had something more important to do.

“I can’t believe you.” I said coldly, and stormed out after Y/N.


I found her halfway down the walkway outside the front door, heading towards the gates. I called out her name, but she didn’t seem to hear me.

“Wait!” I yelled, and she finally whipped around to face me. I met her halfway down the path, the pebbles crunching beneath my feet being the only noise in the air as I made my way over to her.

“I’m sorry.” I said, ready to apologize for my father’s actions.

“No, I’m sorry.” Y/N said, meeting my eyes. “I really shouldn’t have talked to your dad like that.”

“Don’t apologize.” I replied. “He had it coming. He had no right to speak to you like that.” I pushed a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“I…” I started again, but decided against it.

“What?” she said, taking my hand in hers and fiddling with my fingers.

“I was going to say that I wish I had stepped in, but… you seemed to have it under control.” I said, smiling.

Y/N grinned as well, but that smile faded quickly. She looked down at the ground and said, “So, I guess we can’t see each other anymore.”

“Are you kidding me?” I said, causing her head to snap back up. “I’d never let my parents stop me from…”

The words died in my throat as I suddenly looked down at the spot where the mark was stamped forever onto my forearm. That was definitely my parents’ doing.

Y/N sensed what I was thinking and squeezed my hand, her palm cold against mine. I looked into her eyes, licked my lips, and softly said, “Nothing can keep me away from you, okay?”

She smiled and lifted her heels off the floor, leaning up to press her lips to mine. Her hand found its way to my neck and my hands dropped to her waist, pulling her closer. The cold air around us couldn’t compare to the warmth I felt in that moment, despite her cold hands pressed against my skin. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled away and whispered, “Okay.”

I glanced at her, back at the manor, then back at her face.

“Let’s get out of here.” I said, holding my hand out.

She took it.


i wrote this a while ago, and i’m not sure how i feel about it. i know this scenario has been written many times, so i hope i did it justice. i am planning on posting at least two more fics these next few days!! 

also, to the anon that sent me a request earlier today: i am currently working with your idea & hope to have it posted this weekend!!!

xx

Deep Red

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request (here we go now, sorry for the confusion earlier)

You’re being held hostage at the Sanctuary when one day Negan comes to your room. 

word count: 2881

approximated reading time: 15 minutes

I had now been in this room for about a week and judging by the few times I had stumbled across Daryl in the hallway he had it way worse than I did. He looked aweful and every time I had seen him he had looked even worse. The longing I felt in my heart was almost not bearable.
Who was I kidding?! It was tearing me apart and I had to fight down the urge to just run up to him, throw myself around his neck and kiss him until the end of time. I couldn’t think of anything else while I was in the room alone, with nothing but myself to keep me company. I had asked for a book but that person… Dwight… had told me that I should think of myself as lucky the way it was. I wasn’t. I would kill him, I would kill Dwight and Negan, and I would get us all out of here. I would be with Daryl again.
The thoughts were spinning around in my head like a mantra. The only thing that kept me sane during this time of… of what?! I had food, I was able to go outside every now and then. I knew I was luckier than most people living as a hostage under Negan.
I should stop wondering the day Negan returned from his week at Alexandria. The door to my room swung open and there he stood, a big wide grin on his face.

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Love Like You

Rebecca Sugar knows how to write a song.
Rated: E for everyone
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“They’re absolutely disgusting,” Pidge remarked with a half hidden smile and exasperated sigh through her nose. There was only a certain couple she would be referring to in the entire Aleysian ballroom and it was not Lance and the alien girl he was attempting to woo with wiggling eyebrows and a boyish smile. After seeing the girl disappear, unimpressed, both Pidge and Keith exchanged snickers at Lance’s dejected expression. Sure enough their attention went back to the only couple that mattered in the entire dance hall.

“Tell me about it,” Keith replied, flicking a little clear blue sphere into his tongue. It popped and splattered into an inky color around his lips. Pidge glanced over and saw with a little too much intent how Keith licked his mouth.

“You gotta try these things, Pidge, they’re friggin weird.” Keith said, grabbing another few into his palm to fling into the air and catch between his teeth.

“No thanks,” Pidge said, rolling her eyes and swallowing hard when he shot her a look just as he was running his tongue on his lower lip. “I’d rather watch Shiro make googly eyes at Allura.”

“Because they’re so romantic?” Keith snorted. Pidge snickered.

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This Is Why I Have Trust Issues (Pietro x Reader) Part 1

Summary: After not having seen the inhabitants of the tower for a while, Y/N reluctantly agrees to go to a party there on the basis that her ex, Pietro, is going out of town on a mission. Unfortunately, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Chapter List

Masterlist


Part One

You felt your mobile phone buzz, and put your mug on a nearby table. Fishing it out of your pocket, you glanced at the caller-ID before answering, but not recognising the number.

“Hello?” you asked, slightly nervous.

“Y/N, hi!” you heard a familiar voice on the other side.

“Steve! Oh my god! It’s been so long, how are you?” you asked, a huge grin forming on your face.

“All good here, can’t complain. Just a few broken ribs and noses, is all.” You chuckled.

“That’s what you get for being Captain America,” you sang mockingly, and he laughed.

“Listen, Y/N, I’m a bit pressed for time right now, so I’ll cut to the chase. Are you free on the 17th?” You got up from your chair.

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You freaking thief

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Request: 22 with Luke


“Come on, Y/N, hurry up,” Mike presses you. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too!” Luke wails mournfully, and you scoff at their idiocy.

“How the hell did you bribe me into being your friend?”

“Good question,” Calum chuckles as you finally get ready, pulling a beanie over your head and following the guys out.

You don’t get to see them a lot, what with their travelling all over the world, but it’s always so nice to see them when they come back to LA for their break. Of course, you’re not sure you’d be able to survive being with them for too long. They’re much too loud and obnoxious for that, so maybe it’s for the better.

That being said, you always get a little sad when they leave. You miss their craziness when they’re away, and their crushing hugs and well, just them. And despite yourself, you have to admit, you especially miss Luke.

You developped a crush on the blonde only a few days after having met the four of them, but since it’s not very realistic that he might ever return the feeling, you’ve been keeping up a good front of ‘just friends’.

But it doesn’t help that the two of you have stupid dance-offs together and sing terrible duets and often sleep in the same bed because he gives the best cuddles and apparenty he really likes yours as well.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when someone exclaims:

“Hey, isn’t that my beanie?” Luke point at the gray pompom beanie on your head.

“Uh…” You barely have time to defend yourself before you’re interrupted.

“No it’s mine!” Calum yells. “How many times do I need to say this? It’s not because you stole it that it’s yours.”

The boys bicker for a moment and you smile, enjoying the familiar banter.


Once you get back from the restaurant, you spend a few hours playing FIFA with Calum and Mike, snapchatting the cuttest and funniest moments to your friends with the hashtag #Malum.

But eventually you start getting tired and head to your bedroom. With a sigh you change out of your tight jeans and halter top and into something more comfortable. Like…that huge shirt lying on the floor. Which may or may not belong to Luke. Whatever.

You shrug it on and it’s so soft and smells like Luke and it’s comforting as fuck, so you make your way to bed and snuggle into the warm covers. You only lie here alone for about ten minutes before a huge weight drops on you. You groan.

“Luke get off.”

He giggles into you ear and you feel him press his button nose into your neck.

“I’ll never let go…” He whispers creepily.

“Oh my god you weirdo,” you push him away, and he settles happily next to you on the bed.

He stares down at your body for a second, a weird look on his face.

“Hey that’s mine!”

“And if it is?” You answer, a cheeky smile on your face.

He mumbles something indistinguishible under his breath, and nuzzles his face into the crook of your throat, his arms wrapping around your waist. You can’t resist mussing up his hair a little, and you feel him pout against your skin.

“Not fair,” he mutters.

“What?”

“You’re not fair,” he repeats, leaning away to look at you intently, eyes blue and deep.

“W-what do you mean?”

He gives something like a sigh, before the words escape him quickly, like they’ve been sitting on his tongue forever, dying to come out.

“First you’re funny and pretty and sweet and you like music and you’re crazy and you’re a fantastic cuddler. And now you’re wearing my shirt? It’s unfair is all,” he finishes, blushing slightly and biting his lip.

“Wait. Wait are you, do you…do you like me?” You ask in awe, starting to smile like crazy.

“Ugh,” he groans and drops face-first onto the mattress. “Maybe…”

“I like you too, you goof!” You chuckle, and tackle him.

“Good cause otherwise that’d be awkward,” he grins as he turns his head to look at you, and god he’s such a dork but he’s so pretty and adorable and you really like him.

You press a small sweet kiss on his lips and then hide your warming face into his neck, basking in the sound of his light, happy laughter and the feeling of his warm body against yours.