rolling houses

My Kind of Day

A/N: This was an anon request for a Spencer x Reader at a pool party (like the thing with Reid and Lila). The reader gets pushed into the pool, but she’s really insecure about being in the pool. Spencer tries to help her out, but gets knocked in during the process. No kisses in the pool. But they do have a private fluffy kiss. :) <3 @coveofmemories 

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I hate the pool. I hate being seen in anything more than a t-shirt and jeans. Why the hell am I here?

The thoughts raced through your mind like a rollercoaster as you rolled up to the house. Rossi was throwing a pool party for numerous departments, so there were going to be at least 100 people at this party. Everyone was gonna be in the pool, but you hated the pool. You hated being half naked unless you were with the person you loved and even that was anxiety-producing. That kind of judgement…especially when you were surrounded by such beautiful, flawless ladies…you couldn’t handle it. The rest of the team had begged you to come. Spence too, he didn’t like the idea of a bathing suit either, but finally you both relented, on the condition that neither of you would have to go swimming. You’d chill with everyone, talk, eat, drink, but you weren’t about to go in the pool.

“I hate this,” you said to Spencer as you walked into the backyard. The two of you drove up to Rossi’s at the same time. 

Spencer nodded, grimacing in the direction of the gate. “Me too. But everyone begged, so I’ll live, I guess.”

“Yay!” Garcia exclaimed, running up toward you both in her Marilyn Monroe-esque bathing suit. “You’re here! Have drinks!” Before running back into the pull, she shoved a drink in each of your hands. 

Is the alcohol really worth this? I could be home reading a book right now. “Well, we might as well get to mingling Spence.” As the two of you walked toward the rest of the Bureau, you went your separate ways, Spence talking to JJ and Morgan who were already in the pool, and you hanging out near Rossi and Hotch, who had yet to go in (although they planned on it). 

“Come on, Y/N!” Garcia screamed, floating up and down in the pool. “Please come in!”

What was the deal Garcia? “Never!” you screamed back playfully, even though you kind of wanted to yell at her for putting on the pressure. “I don’t do the pool.” 

You turned away back toward Rossi and Hotch, and began talking about Jack, he was already 4 years old - which blew your mind because you remember the day he was born. “Why don’t you want to go in?” Rossi asked. “It’s heated.”

“I’m sure it’s wonderful,” you sighed. “I’m just not comfortable in a bathing suit.” He put his arm around you, giving you a side hug and telling you very sweetly that you had no reason to be ashamed, but to do as you wished. “Thanks, Rossi.” 

For hours, everyone mingled; you even talked to some of the members of the Bureau you never go to interact with. Rossi had an amazing amount of food - burgers, hot dogs, cold salads - plus all kinds of booze, so for the most part the team was too focused on that to bother you and Spencer to go in the pool. 

After finishing up with Rossi and Hotch, you started talking to Spencer, complaining about how you were hot and wanted to go home, when all of a sudden someone from counterterrorism bumped into you, careening you backwards into the pool with a screech. 

When you hit the water, all you could think of was the fact that you were wearing a light-colored t-shirt and that your phone was in your pocket. Great, now I’m soaked, and my phone is fucked. Awesome. The minute your head popped up out of the water, everyone was asking if you were okay - but now you were pissed. “You okay?” Spencer asked as you shook you hair out and went to get out of the pool. “Can someone grab her a towel?” he screamed toward the house.

“I’m fine, Spence,” you lied. “Just get me out of here please. You know how much I hate this.” He was the only one who really knew how much you hated this. Someone was running back toward the pool with a towel as Spencer reached out to grab your hand and help you out. Just as the man that had knocked you in came back with a towel, Mr. Graceful knocked into Spencer, causing him to fall in head first. Lovely! Now you were both soaked to the skin. “Jesus,” you said as he popped up. “You okay now?” He looked at you under half-lidded eyes like he was about to kill someone. 

“Come here,” he mumbled, shaking the water off his glasses. “I’ll help you out first.” When he grabbed you by the waist to help you out, you felt his fingers graze at the skin just underneath your now soaked t-shirt. Once out, you grabbed his hand and pulled him up, walking back outside to your respective cars. Thankfully, both of you always had a go-bag in the car, so you had some extra clothes. 

As you walked back into the house, you watched as the water drained from his hair and down his face. He looked cute when he was wet - a little like a wet rat, but cute all the same. “I think I’m just going to get changed and go home,” he said.

“Me too. I think I’ve had enough today.”

“Ummm…” he hesitated, “I don’t know if maybe you’d want to come by me? We can play chess maybe?” 

“That’d be nice,” you said. He really did look adorable.

“I know you don’t like going in the pool or anything,” he said, closing the gap between you, “but for what it’s worth, I think you look beautiful.”

The corners of your lips turned up into a smile. You took another step toward him and leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, but as you pulled away, he grabbed the side of your face, deepening the kiss before letting you go. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he smiled. “Maybe we can do some more of that at my place?” His eyebrows raised hopefully and you laughed throwing your head back and getting pool water all over Rossi’s wall. You definitely needed to kiss him again.

“Absolutely,” you said, walking into the house so both of you could get changed. Before walking to the bathroom, you kissed him again, nibbling slightly on his lower lip before pulling away. “Kisses and chess sounds like my kind of day.”

Coffee (Steve x reader)

I hope you all enjoyed chapter three of Battered and Bruised! So, my goal is to post at least two new pieces everyday and since I’m in the middle of a series, one of those stories will always be the next chapter. I’ve decided in the mean time that Steve needed some love, so enjoy this fluffy one shot!

Description: Both you and Steve retired from the Avengers, moving into a cute little house in the cottage being the cute little couple that you are.

Warnings: none


You woke up the the birds singing outside your window. It was a beautiful spring morning, the smell of pine and lavender wafted through the house. You rolled over to snuggle up close to your favorite person in the world, the person you loved more than anything, Steve Rogers. But, to your dismay he was absent from the bed, leaving you a little colder than you would have liked. 

You touched his spot on the bed. It was still faintly warm, so you concluded that he probably just got up. You loved that man more than life itself. He made you so happy, so loved. It was like you two were meant to be together. You stared up at the ceiling for a good ten minutes before the smell of freshly brewed coffee reached your nose. You instantly perked up, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and willed yourself to get out of bed. 

You slipped on your slippers, throwing your messy hair into a bun. You followed the smell of coffee beans to the kitchen where your boyfriend stood there shirtless with some low hanging sweatpants that showed off his toned muscles and his V-line. 

He saw you walk in, a huge smile making its way across his face. “Good morning beautiful. Want some coffee?” You nodded, your tired eyes trying to close, trying to will you back to bed. 

You walked towards him, wrapping your arms and the blanket around his body, pressing your body against his bare chest. He kissed your head and rubbed your back soothingly.  He was so warm, and he smelled like fresh linen and pine. 

“How about I pour us some coffee and then we can curl up on the couch together?” He was looking down at you, the corner of his mouth pulling up at the sight of you. He thought you were the most gorgeous person ever.

“Okay.” You were so exhausted, but he made everything seem so perfect. You loved moments like these.

“Well babe, if you want to do that, you’re going to have to let me go.” He chuckled and placed a loving kiss on your lips as you look up at him. You gave him a pouty look, but you let go and hopped up to sit on the counter. 

He was about to hand you your mug when he raised an eyebrow, “One second.” He took your mugs and placed it on the coffee table, returning to you and picked you bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his chest. He gave you a smile that was filled with so much love. So much love that was only for you. 

He sat on the couch, still holding you. Your legs were draped across his and he handed you your mug. When he noticed that you weren’t grabbing it, he turned his head to look at you and saw that you were fast asleep. 

“We can do that too.” He kissed you on the forehead and rested his head on yours, closing his eyes. The both of you fell asleep, the delicious coffee long forgotten as pure bliss and coziness took you both into their embraces.


Sorry it’s not great, I’ve been so focused on writing the next chapter of Battered and Bruised. Forgive me! But anyways, I love you all and I hope you have a fantastic day :)

Taglist:

@mcfuccfairy

My bf: beautiful, handsome, I cry every time I see him, he sent me snapchats and I got more gay every time I looked at one, the most dazzling man to exist

Me: garbage man who rolled out of a house wondering how he got so lucky

Hogwarts Houses as Fantastic Beasts

Gryffindor: Niffler

Originally posted by mage-marquise

A bit of a show off. Most likely to break rules of all the beasts and is also likely to refer to itself as a #beast. Will unintentionally get you into trouble, but will stand by what they did while apologizing. Proud of its abilities and unwilling to submit to others. 

Ravenclaw: Demiguise

Originally posted by mejshad

Uses its brain to solve problems. Knows exactly what you’re up to. May get you in trouble, but so smart that it’ll avoid capture even if it was their fault. Adapts based on changing situations. Approaches bad times with a calm head and helps others in need.

Hufflepuff: Bowtruckle

Originally posted by sweetly87

Loyal. Generally underestimated. Unlikely to get into trouble unless it’s particularly prone. Decides where it will be happiest at an early stage and will hold onto that decision forever. Uses its abilities to solve problems. Generally peaceful but if you hurt it or one of its few close friends it will mess you up.

And finally (the whole reason I made this post)…

Slytherin: Swooping Evil

Originally posted by hardyness

Given a bad rap. Default is offensive rather than defensive. Extremely loyal if you put in the time. Looks like it could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll. Will not get into trouble ever at all because it knows when to take risks and when to stay out of it. Highly skilled and will do whatever it can to help a close friend.

House Squads
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you squad: Ravenclaw
  • Looks like they could kill you but is a cinnamon roll squad: Gryffindor
  • Looks like they could kill you and can actually kill you squad: Slytherin
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll squad: Hufflepuff
hogwarts houses as tumblr memes

hufflepuff: actual cinnomon roll

ravenclaw: -shoving breadsticks into purse- i’m feeling so attacked right now

gryffindor: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD

slytherin:  okay. sounds fake but okay

FANTASTIC BEAST

at the end, when Newt, Tina and Queenie said goodbye to Jacob before he loses all off his memories about magic world

what would have happened if the love of Queenie for him had been stronger than the obliviate spell, JUST LIKE WHEN LILY’S LOVE WAS STRONGER THAN DEATH 

This movie is pure gold *^*

cinnamon roll meme: anubis style
  • looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Eddie Miller
  • looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Joy Mercer
  • looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Fabian Rutter
  • looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: Patricia Williamson
  • sinnamon roll: Jerome Clarke
  • could kill you by feeding you too many cinnamon rolls: Trudy Rehmaan

It seems to me that people tend to portray Hufflepuff as the house of sweetness-and-light. Hufflepuffs are eternally kind and caring and bake cookies for everyone. They bend over backwards to make everyone happy. They abhor violence and strife and value hard work for the sake of working hard. They are precious cinnamon rolls, too pure for this world.

That’s all well and good, but I want more nuance. Hufflepuff is the house that has canonically turned out the fewest dark wizards, but I don’t think it’s accurate to depict Hufflepuff as nothing but the cinnamon roll house.

Give me Hufflepuffs who despise hard work but do it anyway because somebody has to get everything done.

Give me Hufflepuffs who don’t trust easily and make you earn their loyalty, but will bring the world to its knees to avenge their loved ones.

Give me Hufflepuffs who are polite to strangers but will destroy somebody when they are wronged. 

Give me Hufflepuffs who are the most caring people on the planet, but only to those who have proven themselves trustworthy beyond a doubt.

Give me Hufflepuffs who come off as coldhearted and mean because they show their soft side only to those who make them feel safe and loved in turn.

Give me stale cinnamon rolls whose loyalty is near impossible to earn, but who give absolutely everything to their chosen family.

And you know what? I want to see Hufflepuff villains, too.

Give me Hufflepuff villains who guard their loyalty so closely that they are horrifically cruel to everyone they don’t feel has earned it.

Give me Hufflepuff villains who are loyal to the bone and work themselves half to death, but for all the wrong causes. 

Give me Hufflepuff villains who treat their inner circle like royalty, but who don’t care who else lives or dies.

Give me Hufflepuff villains who are vindictive and awful to those they see as lazy underlings.

Give me Hufflepuff villains.