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Wolf cuddles

Originally posted by miss-rosalie-hale

Request: 

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a one shot with Paul Lahote?? I just really need some fluffy Paul love. Like cuddles and just sweet kisses and “I love you.”’s sorry for bothering you! And I’m rambling sorry..but I really love your writing!

For Anon.
Words: 942

Paul Lahote x Reader  
Just brief fluff, no plot really.


“Will you leave me alone for two minutes?” You half-heartedly pushed Paul away with your free hand while the other carried the picnic basket for the bonfire.
He paid no attention to you and came behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and littered your cheek with kisses, “I can’t help myself.”
“Paul I’m serious.” But your giggling gave away that you were anything but serious.
He took your basket from your hand pulled you into his arms so that he was carrying you bridal style, “I’m serious too. How can I stop myself?”  He leaned down to nuzzle his face into your neck.

You kicked your legs as he carried you, he laughed at your giggles and when you approached the bonfire he passed a laughing Emily the picnic basket. He dropped himself down on the sand bringing your with him in his lap. His arms were locked around you as he held you there.
“Are you going to let me sit by myself?” You asked him.
He looked almost thoughtful for a moment, before kissing the tip of your nose, “Nope.”

You gave up and settled into his lap.
“This is hard to watch.” Quil stated across from you.
“Agreed, I might lose my lunch.” Embry teased and you swore at them both.

They’d been like this since Paul had accepted his imprint on you. It had taken a while at first, you’d been in the queue in front of him at the cinema and when he’d made a comment about you and your friend taking too long you’d turned to give him a piece of your mind.

Boom, imprinted.

It had taken him a few weeks to get used to the idea, he liked his carefree wolf lifestyle just as it was but the tipping point was when he’d accidentally phased in front of you at one bonfire and you’d been more interested making sure he was safe than running away. The power of the imprint was a crazy thing.

It had taken a long time to get used to having a wolf boyfriend and his temper, which had improved a great deal since he’d met you,  but you wouldn’t trade it for a thing. The only other thing that you had to deal with was his occasional, super cuddly days. On days where you didn’t have to do anything was great but when you had to walk around school wearing your wolf boyfriend almost like a backpack it was a pain in the ass.

Today was one of those super cuddly days but you couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed at him, especially when he was smiling down at you with his cute dimples and messed up hair.
When the food was ready non-pack members always got a plate first before the pack ravaged it, Paul fetched your plate and drink and presented it to you with a fake posh accent.  
Once you’d eaten the boys started to play Frisbee while you chatted with Emily, Leah and Kim. The Frisbee landed beside you and Paul came to fetch it, he made sure to give you a kiss before going back to the game.

It happened three more times before Jacob finally snapped, “Paul what’s the point in playing if you’re just going to throw it at Y/N so that you can go and harass her?”
Paul didn’t even have the manners to look sheepish; instead he shot you an obvious wink. You shook your head at him, he came over to you and helped pull you to your feet, “Come and play with us?” He asked and kissed you.
“Ugh they’re gonna make me sick.” Embry pretended to throw up.
“Can you blame me? Look at her.” Paul announced and he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around.
“Don’t it’s a trap!” Quil shouted to the younger members of the pack, the last time that Paul had asked that Quil had told him that yeah, you were hot. Quil ended up with a shattered eye socket and Paul was given extra duties for a week for beating up a pack mate.

“Why don’t we let them play and go for a walk?” you asked him and he nodded vehemently. You grinned and his eagerness and guided him by the hand to wander down the beach to the tune of the rest of pack making retching noises. He dropped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into him as you walked; you slid your arm around his back so that you could walk more comfortably against his side.

You felt him lean down and kiss the top of your head and mumble into your hair, “You know that I love you right?”
“Of course I do.” You told him and stopped walking so that you could push yourself up on your toes to kiss him. You pulled back and he almost pouted at the lack of contact, he waggled his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes before saying, “And I love you too.”

“Good.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss you again, his warm hand covering your cheek as his lips brushed yours. The pack was pretending to vomit again and without breaking the kiss you both flipped them off.

“Troop Leader” Part 4

Summary: How will your father react when James Buchanan Barnes is the one to mend your broken heart?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: papa tony, fluff

Word Count: 1175

A/N: cliffhangers baby! taglists are open!

Troop Leader Masterlist


Originally posted by archieaddict

You didn’t sleep at all. The bed might have felt like clouds, but your thoughts are what kept you awake.

Would she be there? Would he be there? What if he moved her in right after you left. What if he threw away your things? You couldn’t stop thinking about the possible ‘what ifs’ that were going to come with tomorrow. It weighed on your conscious like a brick.

You were beginning to feel the heartbreak again, so you got out of bed. It was 4:30 in the morning and you knew exactly where you were going to go. The roof had been your solace ever since you were a little girl. You did your best thinking under the stars and moon. It calmed you. You felt all your worries wash away with the sounds of the city. It was safe.

You pulled on your comfy boots and brought a blanket with you. Your first stop was the kitchen. Of course, you were going to get a tub of ice cream. It was ritualistic after a break-up. You dragged your cocooned self into the elevator and clicked the button to the roof. It was cold when you arrived, and you were glad you brought the fluffiest blanket you owned (or Tony owned).

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Hands Covered in Paint // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 2.1k

Relationship Status: married

Warnings: none

Summary: It is just Dan and his son, Winnie, home today, so the two decide to do some finger-painting for Phil.

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✧・゚yoonkook fic recs (pt. 2)・゚✧

Hello, it’s me again! I have brought you more sugakookie recs. Again the *** show my personal favorites. Also if you love bangtan or sugakookie, how about following me on twitter, i use it 1000x more than tumblr

The Sound Of Winter

Yoongi has a lot on his plate, but when his pack discovers a small pup in their territory, he finds that he’s about to have a lot more.


Capturing Passion***

Min Yoongi was a simple guy living the simple lifestyle in university with his relatively normal friends. However, his simple lifestyle wasn’t enough to pull him out of his artistic slump, which was dragging him down a dark and lonely path.

Of course, this is all until one drunken evening and he comes across a beaten kid, and decides to take him in for the evening.

In his drunken state he didn’t notice the pair of tall, soft black ears that came from the top of the kid’s head, and he certainly wasn’t sure what to do when he woke up next to them the next morning.


the nights really were for saying things you can’t say tomorrow***

“you know, the fact that my rap puts you to sleep should be insulting,” yoongi says wryly.


all your curves, and all your edges

Tumplr prompt:

In which Yoongi is a traveller who collects memories of people. Up until he meets a boy who makes him realise that this time he wants much more than a simple journal entry.


future tense**

Jeongguk was born with wings of blood and bone, broken beyond repair. It was Yoongi who had stitched feathers to the seams, promising that they would fly away from here, as far as they could possibly go.


I got a feeling (got a feeling, got a feeling) about you**

Min Yoongi is not sure about a lot of things, but if there’s one thing he can be sure about, it’s definitely: he wants to spend the rest of his fucking life with a certain Jeon Jeongguk.


Cerulean and Malachite***

tumblr prompt from anon: “You said you take requests on here on your ao3 and I’m here with a request! How about a SugaKookie soulmates. After that, you can do whatever you want with it, but if you could add some smut, that would be nice. :) Thank you!”

bless you, precious sugakookie anon.

Ever since Jungkook could listen, he’d been watching. Watching the streets, the crowds, watching the people pour on and off the trains. Jungkook had watched for the flash of color that was said to indicate the instant when one found their Soulmate. Under normal circumstances, in everyday life, an aura would be invisible to the eye; but when two Soulmates found each other, it was said that they would see the color of each others’ auras. Jungkook spent his entire life with his eyes wide open, searching around him, waiting; watching and waiting. Jungkook became impressively good at observation.


the collection

a collection of all my tumblr shorts and prompts!;

(my notes: all of these are amazing but #22 is ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL)


Distance makes the heart grow fonder (said by someone stronger than me)*

“He had no clue how long he stood there, waiting for a single foot to step out the gate. All he was aware of was people moving around him and his legs turning to jelly underneath him. His heart pounded and his knuckles turned white from the strain of his grip on the roses. Yoongi had never been this nervous in his life. The pain of being far from his love was hard before, but now it was unbearable. His boyfriend was on that plane, getting off of it right now, and those minutes of waiting were absolute pain. He had half a mind to rush onto the plane and kidnap the boy right then and there, but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t go over well.

When the first person stepped out of the gate, he found it harder to breathe. The people began pouring out of the gate, painstakingly slow, families pushing past Yoongi and talking animatedly to each other, somehow not hearing the thunderous beating of his heart. It was torture, standing there waiting for a sight of the boy he’d been thinking about for months. It wasn’t until the stream of passengers died down that Yoongi caught a glimpse of fluffy brunette hair and doe eyes, and suddenly, Yoongi couldn’t breathe.”

off the record

“Hyung, I think you might actually be fucked.”

There’s a phone being held offensively close to Yoongi’s face, opened on an article with a bolded title: ‘POP IDOL JUNGKOOK ENLISTS THE HELP OF UNDERGROUND HIP HOP PRODUCER MIN SUGA FOR UPCOMING ALBUM’. There are a multitude of pictures beneath it, one of him and Hoseok from two or three years ago at university, and an equally unflattering and familiar one from outside of his own studio.


(be)a(witch)

five moments between slytherin house sixth year min yoongi and third year transfer student jeon jungkook.

(five long drabbles according to the words spell, potion, spirit, fantasy, and witchcraft.)


You Stir Up A McFlurry In My Heart

Jungkook is completely and utterly screwed the moment he develops a crush on the voice behind the McDonald’s Drive Thru speaker.


what’s in a name?

Yoongi’s mind is racing with thoughts of bills and lack of money and want of something better and his heart is in the hands of a (freshly turned) nineteen-year-old who is currently at his parent’s for a rare weekend of family bonding and ignoring his inquiring texts of how it’s going and driving him crazy.

(part 2 of the tattoo au I’ll never fully write)

kiss me, kiss me

Jungkook normally exudes an aura of maturity, always fighting his youthful image to make sure people treat him with respect. He works out consistently, puts his heart and soul into dancing and never complains about pulling late nights and early mornings. But sometimes he’ll say things like “I want kisses” and it’ll remind Yoongi just how young and innocent Jungkook really is.

 

(part 3 of the tattoo au I’ll never fully write)


( ✓ read 10:18 p.m. )*

 By the time Suga got back to him with the name of the sample, Jungkook was sitting in class. He’d never been an in-class text-er. He listened well. He followed rules. He gave professors the attention they deserved. But if Min Suga texted him, Jungkook always found himself texting back, attention 100% on his phone. Maybe it was because messaging the stranger felt as informative as half of his classes. Suga gave good advice. He’d caught himself thinking over the weekend that maybe he actually did owe Jimin some coffee.

hello, maintenance calling

 it’s completely fine to call for maintenance about once every two weeks… right?

Sweaters

 yoongi has been into sweaters lately, jungkook notices.

read 04:46 a.m***

 "tall americano to go, please.“

kkt (5 new messages)**

 [jungkookie] [00:08] keep me company?

semantics ***

 semantics is the study of meaning; it focuses on the relationship between words, phrases, signs, and symbols and what they stand for.

 

so far away (don’t fall away)

 “The spare to the heir, Joon-ah,” Yoongi drawled through the buzz of two glasses of whiskey he’s already admitted to having before Namjoon showed up. “That’s what I am. The spare. Married off.”

"Elizabeth II was a spare, you know.”

(arranged marriage sugakookie that no one except me asked for HAAHHA)

if i could (for just one day)

Yoonkook Week, Day 2: Favorite AU (½)

Harry Potter AU (~2k words)

witches petals

 "is there anything i can help you with?“

(or: yoongi has an affinity for cute witch florists)

 

you and me are like peaches and cream

 where jungkook is the new employee at the ice cream shop where yoongi works, and yoongi really, really didn’t ask for any of this.

(or, jungkook is pretty and yoongi is weak)

 

fools (fall) ; a collection

a collection of drabbles from a canon point of view about falling in love.

seven: wrong/right

wrong is a five letter word. so is right.

(or: yoongi is whipped. jungkook might be, too.)


Watercolor

 tumblr request from peach-blossoms: It’s for Sugakookie (yeah I’m a hardcore shipper now): In which Jungkook is a tattoo artist who barely makes ends meet but still continues his line of work because he loves it (most of the designs are original, unless the customer brings their own), loves the drawing, the technical aspects, the myriad characters that enter his store, their varying reasons for getting a tattoo(s), not always disclosed but some are more prone to talk than others. Yoongi comes in as a customer one day, his reason for getting a tattoo simple but embarrassing (for him)–to give his image an edge, to make people stop underestimating him for his small frame and slightly feminine cat-like looks.

It’s a man, he realizes, his hair a muted shade of mint, like the pebbles that rest at the bottom of the water fountain outside of Taehyung’s dorm. He’s not the tallest, but people seem to give him space, so he’s easy to observe, despite his black on black outfit, a t-shirt tucked into tight denim.


Why Jungkook Won’t Leave Yoongi Alone *

The members of BTS have never been shy about being affectionate with one another. They hold hands, hug, and just generally touch each other a lot. It’s all innocent, really, except that recently Jungkook won’t leave Yoongi alone. Even the other members have started to notice. At any opportunity to embarass his hyung, he takes it. Any opportunity to praise him - mock him - argue with him - honestly, it’s all getting a little tiresome. But this is Yoongi, the non reactionary member of BTS who will not be so easily defeated. Herein lies the problem.


not just (pretending)

Yoongi agrees to a fake relationship with Jeongguk to get Jieun’s attention. It doesn’t go as planned.


Fucking Date Me

On his birthday, Jungkook messages Yoongi:

i’m eighteen

fucking date me


I.-x.

Yoongi agrees to go on a blind date with That Guy from Jimin’s English class. When he develops a crush on him, it’s strictly between himself, Jimin’s unwilling ears, and apparently Jungkook, when he’s pretending to be asleep.


most of all

beauty is beauty in whatever form it happens to take.


scraping the skies with our fingertips

Yoongi gave Jungkook his leather jacket and it all went downhill from there.


Take a Picture, It’ll Last Longer

It’s not that he thinks Jungkook is attractive…he just really wants to have the weekend off.

—In which Yoongi has been friends with Hoseok for years, so he should have known this bet would be stupid.

(part 2. Jungkook is good at a lot of things, but flirting is definitely not one of them. Thank god he’s got Taehyung and Jimin feeding him advice through an earpiece…)


too sober for this

after they finally get a night off, the members are at a lost of what to do with all their free time, and resort to drinking. even that doesn’t help, but after some brainstorming and turned-down ideas, they settle on truth or dare. jungkook was expending it to be more fun than it was.


‘til the stars come out

he came in once a week around midday, always sat in the same booth by the window and always ordered the same thing.


let me love you

jungkook lets out a breathy giggle, “what was that for?”

“shhh…” yoongi hushes him, shakes his head. “let me love you.”


Just Missed It

In which everyone seems to know about Jungkook and Yoongi before Jin


when i think of you the sun comes out

Yoongi ends up taking Jungkook back to his apartment– not because he’s feeling generous, but because there are no fucking buses at four o’clock in the morning and the kid doesn’t have any money, doesn’t even have a wallet on him. It becomes evident that he’d been mugged by the guys that decided to use him as an impromptu punching bag.


Cerulean

Yoongi learns that stealing isn’t always so bad


It’s February 13th

Jungkook is 14, not stupid. He understands the basics of Valentine’s Day, Step 1: Buy a card, Step 2: Confess your feelings. How on earth is he screwing this up so badly? Maybe because his crush is Min Suga, also known as his best friend who’s been living with his family since they were kids. Yeah, that can be an issue.


Sweater Weather

"Yoongi being cute in oversized sweater and Jungkook being overly possessive”


bunny boy

Somehow, they both ended up with animals tattooed on their wrists without even realizing it.


(i guess that we did it) on purpose**

in which yoongi and jeongguk work at a pet shelter and are bad at feelings.


Hand Holding and Misconceptions

Grabbing Yoongi’s hand in both of his Jungkook pulled him towards his door. “Come in for a while, hyung?” He swayed back and forth with a soft and eager smile on his lips. He wasn’t up to anything mischievous he just wanted to spend more time with his boyfriend. The blank expression was back but Yoongi shift his gaze and Jungkook couldn’t see it anymore. After a moment of silence, Yoongi took his hand back and put it in the pocket of his leather jacket. “I don’t think-“ His face fell immediately and dropped his arms by his side. “What did I do?” This got Yoongi’s attention and he looked up at Jungkook and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Letting out a scoff, Jungkook’s eyes hardened as he stared at the one person who wasn’t supposed to lie to him no matter what. “Don’t lie to me. I saw your expression when you stopped by the studio, the same one you gave me just a minute ago. I’m not dumb, something is wrong.” Before he could stop himself he reached out a hand to Yoongi but the elder flinched just enough for Jungkook to notice. That was more than the last straw. He didn’t know previously how to approach his boyfriend about the issues he’s been having but now he was forced to.

This.

This hurt.

the little things

the little beauty spot beneath jungkook’s bottom lip becomes one of yoongi’s favourite places to kiss.

Never Home (or How Lila Rossi Tased Chat Noir)

A (somewhat) late addition for Week 2 of TOTLS Month. Balcony scenes may not be canon (yet) but here’s a Lilanoir remix of a Marichat staple!


From the moment Lila step foot into her apartment, she knew that she wasn’t alone.

This was largely because she had come home to an empty apartment every day for the last several months, and having grown so used to the empty feeling associated with it, she knew something was just a little off. There was an indescribable presence lingering in the air as she made her way into the kitchen, setting a bag of groceries down and reaching for the small, electric taser she kept in her purse at all times. Her parents would have never let her live alone without protection, and though she had never had the opportunity to use it, she had seen enough horror movies at one in the morning to know how to turn it on whenever the floorboards creaked awkwardly.

Powering the taser on, she made a great show of pretending to be oblivious to the intruder’s presence, stretching lazily as she turned on an Italian news station and made her way from room to room, making a quiet sweep of the small apartment as she went. Humming a tune under her breath, she made sure the bathroom and her wardrobe room were clear before heading into her bedroom, stepping out onto the balcony and breathing in the cool evening air.

After a moment, she turned around, heading back inside with a small sigh, about to slip out of her school clothes when a pair of glowing green eyes caught her attention.

The intruder froze, hand clutched around a can of water that was trickling into the potted plant next to Lila’s desk. It was too dark to see anything but the intruder’s eyes, and Lila wasn’t exactly in the mood to give strange men in her home the benefit of the doubt. As the bandit opened his mouth to say something, Lila’s survival instinct kicked in, prompting her to lunge at the assailant, taser crackling as she launched herself at the intruder like jungle cat. The man dropped the watering can with a clanging splash as Lila threw him to the ground, taser pressed against his neck as she realized she had just threw one of Paris’ resident superheroes to the floor of her apartment.

And not even the one she didn’t like.

“What…the hell are you doing here?!” Lila spluttered.

“Your…fichus…was…dying,” Chat panted.

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D&D 5E NPC - Aleksandar Jonjic Kalcan - Paladin of The People

Art by: Alice Rose

Name: Aleksandar Jonjic Kalcan
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6 ft 0′ / 1.83m  
Age: 32
Class: Paladin of The People 

STAT BLOCK:

Level: 8

AC 20 (Plate and Sheild) Hp 74 (8d10 Hit Die), Proficiency +3, Speed 30ft

Alignment: Lawful Good

languages: Common, Dwarven, Draconic,

Ability Scores:
Str 20 (+5) Dex 13 (+1) Con 16 (+3) Int 14 (+2) Wis 14 (+2) Cha 17 (+3)

Attacks: Longsword (+8 to hit, 1d8+7 Slashing damage) and Longsword (+8 to hit, 1d8+7 Slashing damage)

Spellcasting: 8th level Paladin, spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 14, to hit with spell attacks +6)

Spells:
1st level (4 slots): Bless, Command, Compelled Due, Thunderous Smite,

2nd level (3 slots): Aid, Find Steed, Zone of Truth,

Skills: Athletics, History, Perception, Persuasion, Religion,

Equipment: Long sword, Shield, Set of Dice, White leather bound book, A Priest’s pack, Plate, Holy symbol,

Class Features: Divine Sense, Lay on Hands (40hp), Fighting Style (Deuling), Spellcasting, Divine Smite, Divine Health, Sacred Oath (Oath of Crown), Aura of Protection,

PERSONALITY:

Aleksandar Jonjic Kalcan Is a paladin who’s dedicated his life to the laws of his land in order help improve the lives countrymen. He’s friendly and kind to all those he meets unless they wish to do ill onto others. 

Ideal: If I work hard I can achieve what is needed. 

Bond: I will Reach the highest seat of law in my land and do what is best for the people.

Flaw: My sense of honour can some times seems daunting to those who don’t know me well.

Metamorfo pt1

Summary: Avengers discover read at a hydra base.  They take her in and make her part of the team.  

A/N: I used google translate for her code name,  It’s supposed to be shifter in Portuguese. I don’t trust google, but its the only thing I got. Please correct me if I am wrong.

Warning: Electrical shock, needles, experimentation on human (reader), blood, angst (if you squint).

~~~~~~~~~

It was no hope in fighting or thinking about escape.  The torment that followed from failure was worse than the usual experimentation.  A pair of men holding pistols to your head escorted you to the all too recognizable ‘ medical’ room.  Walls were sparkling white yet the floors were filled with drops of dried blood.  Your blood.  It came from when you fought against the scientist and the had the guards punch the breath out of you.  

    As the guards strapped you to the table, you let your thoughts stray to look for a happy memory.  None were found since you never spent a day outside the lab or your cell.  You handler thought it would be best to give you some sort of education.  At age 10 you graduated HYDRA’s ‘school’ a Ph. D in all medical fields, writing, physical education, and murder.  A new voice awoke you from the memory search. Looking at the speaker you noticed the new scientist was a balding American man.  “I’m going to inject some serums into you.  Fight and we retaliate.”

    Being the strong willed person you are, you used your powers to shapeshift into an ant.  Once falling from your restraints, you slipped into the form of a large wolf.  As you headed towards the door electrical shocks attacked your skin. Collapsing a few feet from the door the guards held you down.  One for each leg and two for your mouth.  The scientist approached you with three needles each containing an amber liquid.  His soulless brown eyes met yours as he injected you with the liquids.  

    “This will return her to human form and then we can finish.”  Slowly you bones shifted back to a humans structure and the fur melted away.  Clothes that once covered (except for your undergarments) your skin rested, torn on the floor leaving you shivering.  As the amber liquid took over a burn spread through your body.  It was as if they set you ablaze.  The sounds of clattering trays and guns cocking back warned that there was something wrong.  “GET HER OUT OF HERE. DONT LET THE AVENGERS FIND HER!”

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And I Forgot To Tell You I Love You (Harry One Shot) *Request

A/N: Here I am being a broken record again; I’m so sorry this took forever and a day to finish. It’s so very sad, it was difficult to dive into it like I wanted to. 

This is technically a request, one that got wildly out of hand, for an angsty blurb about being married to Harry and finding yourself at odds with each other. So, my dear anon who requested that, please consider this your blurb! 

I should say that this one shot surely wouldn’t have been finished without the help of two wonderful people, Carly (smut-reading-mum) and Vanessa (vanessavanessafoundaboy), both of whom listened and offered advice and guidance when I repeatedly went crying to them for help with this. I don’t think I’d be posting this without them, so thank you! 

And of course thank you to all of you who waited patiently for this! I hope you like it xx

((oh and btw, from here on out italics will indicate a flashback))


Mornings with Harry used to be your favorite. Every single one was a gift; the hotel mornings where he ordered breakfast and smiled softly at you when you thanked him, the early mornings, yawning every thirty seconds and blinking sleepily at Harry as he readied himself for some pre dawn obligation. The mornings far far apart, when he was in a distant time zone and managed to squeeze a Skype session in to share coffee over. The mornings where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The hangover mornings after a long drunken night, the sad mornings where you only held each other, the crazy mornings with hardly a moment to spare to sneak in a kiss. The happy birthday mornings, the lazy mornings, the rainy mornings, the lie in mornings. Every one was unique and every one was perfect because you got to spend it with him.

You exchanged vows, and the mornings were even better, waking up with his ring on your finger and hearing him call you “Mrs. Styles”. You got pregnant with your first child, and you got used to feeding schedules and wandering down the hall to find Harry asleep, long legs dangling off your child’s bed, with the young one dozing on his chest.

You don’t know when that ended, when the mornings lost their brilliance, with the hours in between quickly following suit. You don’t remember when the thought of waking up next to Harry didn’t fill you with warmth from head to toe.

Somehow you let it slip through your fingers, and every breath you take feels like one less in the way of a catastrophe.

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D&D 5E NPC - Ghesh Kerrhylon - Dragonborn Paladin

Art by: Martin Kirby

Name: Ghesh Kerrhylon
Race: Blue Dragonborn
Gender: Male
Height: 6 ft 3′ / 1.90m  
Age: 26
Class: Paladin of Bahamut

STAT BLOCK:

Level: 8

AC 20 (Plate and Sheild) Hp 74 (8d10 Hit Die), Proficiency +3, Speed 30ft

Alignment: Lawful Good

languages: Common, Draconic,

Ability Scores:
Str 20 (+5) Dex 10 (+0) Con 16 (+3) Int 14 (+2) Wis 10 (+0) Cha 16 (+4)

Attacks: Longsword (+8 to hit, 1d8+5 Slashing damage) and Longsword (+8 to hit, 1d8+5 Slashing damage) or Greatsword (+8 to hit, 1d12+5 Slashing damage) and Greatsword (+8 to hit, 1d12+5 Slashing damage)

Spellcasting: 8th level Paladin, spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 15, to hit with spell attacks +7)

Spells: 
1st level (4 slots): Bless, Command, Wrathful Smite, Cure Wounds,

2nd level (3 slots): Find Steed, Aid, Zone of Truth,

Skills: Athletics, Perception, Persuasion, Religion,

Equipment: Long sword, Shield, Mace, Greatsword, A Priest’s pack, Plate, Holy symbol,

Racial Traits: Draconic Ancestry, Breath Weapon (Lightning 5 by 30ft. line), Damage Resistance (Lightning),

Class Features: Divine Sense, Lay on Hands (40hp), Fighting Style (Protection), Spellcasting, Divine Smite, Divine Health, Sacred Oath (Oath of Devotion), Aura of Protection,

PERSONALITY:

Ghesh Kerrhylon Is a stern but fair Dragonborn who believes absolutely in the Word of his lord. If you’re an evil doer or criminal Ghesh Kerrhylon will do his best to bring you to justice.

Ideal: Innocent life is sacred and must be protected at all costs.

Bond: The high priest of Bahamut issued me a quest to go out travel for ten years and banish evil wherever I find it. I’m three years into the quest.

Flaw: I don’t see moral ambiguity, good is good and evil is evil to me.

Stress Relief

Sometimes you just need a little stress relief… and release. Some smut ahead, you have been warned! Enjoy :-)

“Come on, Zo. I haven’t seen you all week. I miss you,” Shawn whined into my ear.

“And you won’t see me tonight either because I am going to fall asleep as soon as I get there,” I said. “It’s been a very long, stressful, week and all I want to do is go to bed.”

“I know. You’ve worked till almost midnight each night. It’s finally Friday, though. Just come over and I’ll make us some dinner and help you wind down, okay?” he pleaded.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Fine,” I conceded. “I won’t get out of here till about seven-thirty though, so I’ll see you around eight?”

“Perfect. I can’t wait,” he replied, sounding euphoric.

“I’m warning you though, I’m not going to be much fun and I’m most likely going to pass out within an hour,” I said.

“I will carry you to bed, darling, as long as you’re here,” he promised. “I will see you soon.”

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Hunting the heretech

Isaac and Kenna had seen Anam off with reluctance. They would rather her remain with them well she healed so they could protect her but with Siger possibly looming in ever shadow, it had been decided Kais offer was better. The tau and kroot were unknowns to Siger and the chance of him tracking her slim to known. Before Anam had left she had made them promise to seek out Radcliffe’s help. If she wasn’t going to be there to back them up she wanted someone she trusted to watch their back in her stead. It was also someone they had some idea of and could appeal to his hate of Siger or love of Rebeckah to get him to help.

“Anam’s off Karksat, were moving out now too.”, Issac called tot he kroot as he waited for him to join the twins in the room they would be opening the portal in. Anam had given them the location of her rats room on Radcliffs ship and sent word ahead to them to prepare for them.

As the trio stepped through Kenna adjusted her cloak that hid her armor. She had tried to convince Issac to wear something over his armor so he didn’t look as aggressive since he also had the power ax with him. It was similar to Anam’s but there was more heavy armor plates and the pack on the back was larger allowing for a better shield. It was also more kroot like from his time with Karksat, little things here and there that hinted at the time he had spent with the kroot.

“So do we send one of the rats to announce us or do you think he knows where here?”, Kenna asked as she looked from Isaac,to Karat to Kay as she came up to greet them.

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Mini Avengers (Pt. 5/?) Child!Reader x Avengers

Warnings: None I think
Readers Age: 14 but turns 15
Word Count: 1264

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: Finally part 5!!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Here you are.

Sitting in the lab, trying to figure out how to change back into a human. Or at least the same type of animal.

Bruce and Tony were poking and injecting you with who knows what, and the rest of the Avengers quietly stood by, giving you moral support.

“Y/N,” Bruce grabbed your attention, “I don’t think we can do anything about it. You may just need to change yourself.”

“But-I… I don’t know how!” You yelled.

Bruce sighed. “I know it’s difficult, trust me, I know. But, you have to try.”

You nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay… Okay… I can do this.” You focused your mind and pictured your human body.

A moment passed and you didn’t feel anything. You opened your eyes and found yourself standing on two legs. “What? I’m-I’m human! I’m me!” It wasn’t until you realized that everyone was turned around so their backs were facing you that you noticed you were completely naked. You screamed and grabbed a nearby towel and quickly covered yourself. “Okay… You can turn around now…” You said as your face turned a bright red.

“I can make something to help with that.” Tony stated excitedly. Tony grabbed Bruce and they got to work while Natasha led you back to your room so you can get some actual clothes on. Once you got changed you went back to the lab.

You entered the lab and saw Bruce and Tony leaning over some of your clothes sprawled out onto the table. “What'cha doin’?” You asked, leaning over Tony’s shoulder.

“We’re making something for you,” Tony responded.

“Can you elaborate?” You raised an eyebrow.

Tony took a step back from the table and faced you. “We are trying to make some specially modified clothing for you so when you change into whatever and change back into, well, you, you won’t be uh… Naked.” Tony explained.

“How?” You asked.

Bruce spoke up before Tony could, “Basically, whenever you change, your clothing will turn into a backpack or bracelet to fit whatever you change into. So the size will vary on what type of animal you become.” Bruce motioned towards the clothes. “Then once you become human again, the backpack or bracelet will turn back into your clothes.”

You nodded slowly. “So, you’re going to do this to all of my clothes? Like, including my shoes?” Tony and Bruce both nodded. “Well, what happens when I outgrow my clothes and stuff?”

“Ah! That’s the thing!” Tony pointed at you, “You won’t! These clothes will automatically grow as you do! They will adjust their size as needed! Like the backpack will adjust to whatever animal you become!”

You smiled faintly, “You guys thought of everything, didn’t you?” Tony nodded. “Alright, just tell me when you’re done with all my clothes and stuff.” You waved and exited the lab.


You entered the gym and saw Bucky talking to Sam. Well, more like arguing with him. As you walked closer to them you caught on to what they were arguing about. “Well maybe if you didn’t have that metal arm, you wouldn’t be able to lift as much!” Sam threw his towel down.

“You’re just jealous because I’m way stronger.” Bucky replied, taking a swig of water.

“Oh yeah? Well, why don’t we settle this.” Sam walked over to the weights and began adding them to a bar at the weight lifting bench. “Whoever can lift the most, wins.”

“What are you two doing?” You chimed in.

Sam and Bucky both didn’t seem to notice you until you spoke up. “We’re trying to figure out who’s stronger.” Sam admitted.

“Obviously Bucky.” You smirked. Bucky threw his hand up and you gave him a high-five.

Sam placed his hand on his chest and acting as though he was offended. “Wow, Y/N. That’s cold. After all we’ve been through?”

“Sorry Sam. It’s just a fact.” You smiled and walked off, leaving the boys to argue once more.


You decided to call it a night. Tomorrow is going to be a long day of training.


You woke up to your phone alarm. You groan and slam your hand onto your phone, pressing snooze, and rolling back over.

You were just about to fall back asleep when your door burst open to reveal the mighty Thor. “Lady Y/N, your father requests your presence in the commons room right away!” Thor’s voice was loud enough to wake you up to the point where you won’t be able to fall back asleep. You groan and sit up. Thor walked out of your room so you could get ready. Once you were ready you headed for the commons room.

You entered the room to find it empty. “Hello?” You spoke whilst looking around the room. “Anyone here?” Before you could say anything else you heard a loud shout that sounded like “SURPRISE!” and confetti, and balloons fill your sight.

You jumped back and screamed at the sudden noise all while going into a fighting stance. The confetti and balloons finally all fell to the floor and you were able to see your whole family spread out throughout the room with their arms in the air. You looked up higher and saw a banner with the words, “Happy Birthday, Y/N!” It wasn’t until you read the banner that you remember that today is your birthday! You got so caught up with everything else to even think about your birthday!

“What?” You stuttered, looking around at your family. Your dad approached you and draped an arm around your shoulders.

“What do you mean ‘what’? It’s your birthday! You didn’t think we’d forget, did you?” Your father asked.

“Oh, uh… Of course not! I was actually the one who forgot. Y'know, with everything going on…” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Yeah. Anyway, there’s cake, candy, pie, and all your favorites!” Steve led you to the buffet.


You smiled at all the things your family did for you. They always were the type of people to over-exaggerate birthdays, especially yours.

“Y/N!” You heard Tony call. You turned around, your small plate jam packed full of food and headed towards him. You noticed Tony talking to a boy roughly about your age with short brown hair.

“Yeah?” You said, standing next to Tony.

“Ah! Y/N, this is Peter Parker. Peter, this is Y/N, the birthday girl.” Tony introduced.

Peter jolted his hand forward to shake yours, “It’s an honor Miss Rodgers. Oh, and uh, happy birthday!” Peter was obviously nervous. You just assumed it was because you were the daughter of the one and only Captain America.

“Please, call me Y/N.” You smiled and shook his hand. For some reason Peter seemed completely lost in your eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Uh… So, Peter…” You cleared your throat which seemed to snap Peter out of his trance. “You’ve known Uncle Tony long?” Tony took this opportunity and walked away.

“Oh, for a little while. He wanted me to meet you which is why I’m here. I mean, I still would’ve came even if he didn’t want me to meet you, I mean I wanted to meet you but it-“ You stopped Peter before he rambled too much.

“Peter. Relax.” You couldn’t help but think his rambling and awkwardness was adorable. “Listen, I gotta say ‘hi’ to a few more people but maybe I’ll see you around?” Peter’s smile faded but he quickly covered it up with a cough.

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah. Uh, see you around.” You smiled and walked off, secretly hoping you would see him again.


Tags: @imaginesofevery-kind, @jaderz-mega-yikes, @that-sokovian-bastard, @queenmira29, @yourcaitlinraye, @mcuimxgine

A/N: Just so ya’ll know, this one is going to be made into 3 parts. It was requested by prayingdragon and they went into some lovely details of what they would like :3 I’ll just put a list of some stuff that is in this drabble. Also, translations are at the bottom.

-Dori, Nori, Bofur, and Balin fluff (obviously!)

-Badass fighting scenes where you (yes, you!) go on an insane tangent kicking goblin arse

-You being an adorkable half-dwarf cutie pie learning Khuzdul with your bff Bifur

-Dwarves trying to be gentlemen but you’re an independent lady so you do your own stuff bit awww it’s still pretty adorbs for them to be gentlemen

-THORIN AND HIS FUCKING ARKENSTONE

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AD-LIVE’16 9/25 Report (Nakamura Yuuichi x Fukuyama Jun)

I attended the afternoon live viewing show~

Yuukyan (Yuji) got in an accident and became stuck in a coma. Jun jun (Junji) uses “Mind Dive” to enter Yuji’s mind in an attempt to help Yuji regain his consciousness. What’s the relationship between Yuji and Junji? Will Yuji regain his consciousness?

Jun jun’s outfit that took 3 month to make: half naked. HALF NAKED. He had breast plates and a six pack armor thing on but you can see some of his chest and stomach it’s beautiful. One of the spiky things on top of his head broke though… Also had a red J written on his left cheek (it’s pretty chuuni and cool at the same time –which is really jun like)

Nakamura’s outfit: a Shinigami robe (with a hood) and a death scythe. Started out wearing glasses but took it off later saying that he had perfect vision


I won’t reveal too much about the story, but I’ll summarize the discussion after the show since I don’t think it’s included in the DVD~ Suzuken appeared in the discussion (so it was like 3 of my fav people on the same stage

1. Suzu said that Jun’s outfit was super Jun-like (which everyone understands

2. In this ADLIVE series, one cast plans the entire story and the other cast doesn’t know anything until he/she is standing on stage. In this show, Jun planned the entire story board and character design.

3. Yuukyan didn’t even see Jun’s outfit until the show started –actually, in the first 5 minutes, he only saw shadows of Jun’s outfit because he was hidden behind a screen
3.5 Yuukyan was like why are there spiky things where Jun’s head was

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anonymous asked:

I'm in the process of moving and all my plates are already packed so I have to use tin foil as my plate. x_x

RIP. Do you have tin foil cutlery as well because that would be really impressive

Zimbits Airport AU Part 5

Ao3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue

It’s pretty clean, as far as hockey games go. Nobody’s hesitant with checks, and there are a few penalties for high sticking, but nobody has to be helped off the ice, and nobody drops their gloves either. The Falconers and the Bruins are keeping the animosity down low, which Bitty is grateful for. His heart is in his throat every time a Bruin even comes close to Jack, who gets plenty of ice time; he’s not sure he could handle watching a rougher game.

By the end of the first period, they’re tied 1-1, and Bitty is grateful for the opportunity to breathe freely. He’s fairly sure he was hyperventilating at some point in the middle.

“You okay there, Bitty?” Nursey asks, looking as unruffled as ever. Then again, he’s not nearly as emotionally invested.

“Intense game,” Bitty says by way of explanation.

Dex snorts. “No, it’s not.” And Dex has a point. But Bitty will be damned if he ruins the Big Dramatic Reveal, so he’s stuck with his lie at this point.

Then he hears the sound of a Ziploc bag opening.

“Poorly chosen lie, one dollar in the Sin Bin,” Chowder says imperiously.

“You’ve got to just be making these up by this point,” Bitty grumbles as he tosses in a dollar bill.

“You’ll get the money back anyway, next time you need to bake a pie.”

Besides that, none of them call him out for lying.


Nobody scores in the second period, and it looks like nobody’s going to in the third. The two teams spend more time vying for control of the puck than they do shooting on goal, and with four minutes left in the game and no desire to go into overtime, the Falconers pull Snow in favor of an extra offensive player. For three long minutes, it doesn’t seem to have any effect, except more of the fighting over the puck happens on the Bruins’ side of the rink.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

An airhorn blares and the (considerably fewer than the Bruins’) Falconers’ fans react as one— one of the Falconers, Bitty didn’t even see who it was, they’d scored so fast, has scored with five seconds left in the game. The Falconers are up by one point.

“Holy shit,” Chowder murmurs. “Did you see that?”

The ref drops the puck, and the Falconers play keep-away for five seconds, and then they’ve won the game.

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