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Returning the Favor

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The next morning (after the events of “Beard Burn”), Steve’s girlfriend returns the favor ;)))

A/N: this is intended as the sequel to Beard Burn! Yay! Look i finished something that i promised i would do! Thanks again all you beautiful people for getting “Beard Burn” over 1k notes.  That’s crazy,,,

Warnings: all smut, some fluff.  oral sex (mr), language

Words: 2260

tags: @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @daybreak96 @doct0rstrange @trade-baby-blues @yourtropegirl @lipstickandwhiskey @captainumeboshi @emily-james-barnes

also: @bkwrm523 you seemed excited about this ;)

and @daughterofthebrowncoats i dk i just tag you in everything and this is blowjobs ;)

Read Part One Here

(I should have used this gif for the first one dammit)


The next morning, you wake before Steve, eyes fluttering open against the annoying morning sun; you’d forgotten to close the blinds last night.  You groan and roll over onto your back, hitting Steve, who immediately wraps an arm around your stomach.  You glance up at him, expecting to find him awake, but he’s still fast asleep on his side, one arm bunched under his pillow, the other now lazily thrown across your stomach.  You smile and reach a hand up to run through his beard.  He looked so cute like this, his mouth open, lightly snoring, eyes squeezed shut against the sun.

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Ask meme- Voltron style

(I just wanted to make one of these ok)

Sacrifice: if u had to die for any given Voltron character, who would it be?

Race: Would u rather be galran or altean?

Painting: Which three Voltron characters sum up your personality best?

Black paladin: Assuming shiro doesn’t return, who do u think should be the black paladin in his place?

Acquaintance: If u could meet any given Voltron character, who would it be?

Lion: If u were a paladin of Voltron, what lion would u pilot?

Body swap: U now switch places with any given Voltron character, so they live ur everyday life, and u live theirs. Who would u choose?

Motherhood: U now have to adopt and raise one of the Paladins as ur own child. Which would it be?

Face: If u could take the appearance of any Voltron character, which would it be?

Some blushy Pittoos for you fantastic followers (I’m not too sure how many of you also like Pit) just to say thanks for sticking with me till now! I’ve gotten some new followers too, and I really appreciate those who go through my entire blog to give a like to everything… it.. it really means a lot that you like my stuff!

anonymous asked:

do you have any marvel fics that you'd recommend i'm kind of running out of fics to read, thanks :)

 YAY fic recs are so fun to make honestly thank you! also, i’m pretty much stevetony and specifically tony stark trash so these fics are either superfamily tony stark centric or stevetony. Some are gonna be tumblr format and others are on AO3, if the author is physically linked through a tag that means it’s tumblr format.

For the Tony Centric fics, I’ve put the ship (If it has one) in the summary section, but if it’s in the tony centric area the ship isn’t reeeally that explicit, like it’s either implied, hardly mentioned, or not the main theme of the fic.

for fics that are tumblr posts and don’t have a title I’ve put my favorite line (or just a line that pretty much describes the fic) as the title. 


Platonic Superfamily fics

You’re Supposed to Be Better Than Me” || by @itsallavengers

“It was just a party,” Peter mumbled, “it’s not like you can talk. Everyone knows what you were like. So why the fuck are y-”

“Because you’re supposed to be better than me!” 

Dating 101 as Described by Tony Stark || by @itsallavengers

“I got a date!” Peter finally got a word in, saying the words a little loudly and then immediately pulling his head up, trying to hear if Aunt May had been woken up from it. The walls were fairly thin, after all.

“I got a date,” he whispered again, when he was sure his Aunt hadn’t been disturbed, “but… I don’t know anything about dating, and I’ve been sat here trying to think about how to go about it for about seven hours now and-”

“I’m sorry,” Tony said, sounding irritated, “are you saying that you called me, at 2 in the morning, to ask me how to take someone on a date?”

Suck It, Howard Stark” || by @orbingarrow

“No, you don’t have to do that, Dr. Stark.  It’s– I know you’re busy,” Peter says.  "It’s not really that important.“

Tony knows a lie when he hears one.  Peter’s lying his ass off.

“Yeah, I am busy,” Tony agrees.  "Which is why you should use this time wisely and fess up quickly.  What’s the help?“


Friends Protect Each Other || by @transpeter

Flash swears at Ned, but Ned just punches Flash and tells him in a really low voice to “leave Peter alone” and that…. just shakes Peter. Nobody besides his aunt and uncle have called him Peter yet, everyone else deadnames him. It’s almost surreal to be hearing somebody else call him Peter, especially someone he’s never really spoken to.

Just a Spiderman Sickfic || by @toosicktoocare

When Ned fails to get Peter to rest, he goes to the one person he knows will get Peter to listen: Tony Stark.


Stevetony Fics

Touch || by @cptxrogers

Once the team succeeds in bringing Tony back from the magical dimension he’s been trapped in, Steve can’t stop touching him. He doesn’t even notice he’s doing it at first, the way he places a friendly hand on Tony’s shoulder when they’re going through a briefing, or how he’ll bump their elbows together when they’re walking the corridors of the tower.

I’m Hot Like the Prodigal Son || by @ironmanned

*over a grocery store PA*
will the owner of the jet black maserati please fuck me

Taking Matters Into One’s Own Hands || by @cptxrogers

Steve just really loves jerking off.

For the “kink: masturbation” square on my stony bingo card.

You Are Precious, Tony, Hush.” || @itsallavengers

steve always sleeps on the side of the bed facing the door “bECAUSE YOU ARE PRECIOUS TONY HUSH” okay but one if one night while they were asleep baddies did break in to try and snatch tony but were met with 240 pounds of kickass 

The Jar || by Sineala

The Avengers are ridiculously competitive people, and what starts out as a silly late-night team discussion quickly becomes a contest: their names. Not the code names – the nicknames. Who can go the longest without using them? They pledge to spend a week not nicknaming each other, and they’ll pay up every time they mess up. This hits Tony the hardest, and not just financially. Tony’s got a lot of nicknames for everyone, but most of all for Steve – and when Tony can’t use the names he’s already got, the names he uses reveal feelings he had no idea he had.

Love the Sin, Love the Sinner || by silkspectred

It keeps happening. Not often, just once or twice a month, but it keeps happening. Always in the same way: it’s unplanned, sudden, unexpected, Steve is surprised and eager, his dick goes from zero to one hundred in two seconds, Tony’s touch is electric, everything he does drives Steve crazy, but he never lets Steve kiss him, he very rarely looks Steve in the eye, he never talks, never makes a sound when he comes, never mentions it later.


Tony Centric

He Was Home.” || by @rowantreewrites (insp. original post by @kayvsworld

Every time Tony Stark smiles, a star is formed to make the night sky brighter.

And the Stars are Too Much || by @magpiewords

“Oh no.” Tony managed to mumble before everything seemed to fade away. Like his body went offline, he couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. He knew the stars weren’t getting closer, knew the wide expanse of space wasn’t somehow closing in on him. No matter how much he knew, logical was useless against this.

**steve/tony

Hide a Heart of War || by RayShippouUchiha

“You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.”

Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is. Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.

**steve/tony/bucky



[sidenote: if anyone knows of any more tony stark centric fics that either don’t have ships or the ship isn’t a main element of the fic, PLEEEASE let me know dude those fics are SUCH GOOD SHIT honestly they’re my favorites. like even if u write them, they could be 100 word long ficlets tAG ME IN THAT SHIT]

anonymous asked:

did you start saving fics after all? if so rather than just yoonseok this time, can you rec more fanfics please? (bottom hobi of course)

ha..ha well about that… -moonwalks away- … saving fanfics? don’t know her.
huhue, just kidding. k-kind of! 

Special ficrec:

blue flame special, junghope : i love this fic with my whole heart?? i started to read for junghope, but the side ships made me love it even more. it’s kind of sad, really funny, and makes me think a lot about shit i’ve never been in… so. please give this a read! it’s ongoing, and the endgame is iffy tbh– but the author makes the inevitable worth it more and more every update.

skool luv affair, vhope : if me and tae have anything in common, it’s our soft spot for kids! i love kid!fic so much, but it’s hard finding good ones. >< this one was really enjoyable so please give it a read.~

그 손을 내밀어줘, namjin, but the yoonseok in it makes my heart swell : literally my favorite kid!fic. and honestly?? maybe my favorite fic in general. i’ll put it in every single one of my recs. 

아침은 다시 올 거야, vhope : obviously my all time favorite fics have korean titles? let me just say I LOVE THIS STORY and if the above didnt already seed it’s way into my heart, this would have done it 10x over. it hurt a little bit at times but. fuck… like blue flame special, it just became more and more worth it. amazing series. :)

pas de trois, yoonminseok : UHM. it’s ongoing and i rec this with caution. i loved the series, but since it wasn’t hoseok!centric i won’t link it here– but! it’s there. please read this one if you like abo at all. from what i can tell, it’s a great fic. now, whether it’s bottom hobi? i dunno but i’m enjoying it nonetheless. :D which is very surprising to me since i’ve never read anything with yoonmin as the/a main pair before.~

FICREC: bottom!seok

we are young again, namseok | pwp, cute af, adorably awkward, namjoon’s first time

bangtan party night, yoonseok | pwfeelings, cute, they’re cute & gay, FUNNY AF, iloveit

study time, junghope | pwp, “You going to be good and let me finish?”, KILL ME wTF

to know reverance, jihope | 51k of fucking greatness dont touch me holyshit

i want some satisfaction, take me to the stars, vhope | pwp, huehue, cute & gay, thats all

work-life balance, vhope | pwp, wheezes, d/s, this ficrec is really just me exposing myself

boring, 2seok | pwp, hobi’s a wolf hybrid, am i a furry, ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVES

white knuckles, yoonseok | pwp, abo, yes i am a furry, THIS IS GREAT, JUST??, HOOT

your pain is mine as well, yoonseok | BRACES, i rec’d this one before but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

penis pops (sticky and creamy with a delicious flavor), yoonseok | JDBJADBSAJKDJA

all eyes on me, namyoonseok | pwp, abo, hobilu is really the reason for my life tbvh

good job (with a G and J), namseok | pwp, HOOT HOOT, priase kink hobi? i think YES

baby-sitting was never like this, namyoonseok | read the tags bc i have Nothing to say

instrumental, jihope | pwp, “hobi’s knee pits”, thanks author-san, jimin tries his best!!

ride of a lifetime, vhope | gay pissed & confused pwp, i love that d/s vhope really just.. does it for me as you can clearly see

like you for always, yoonseok | pwp, first times, cute as shit tbh, “dude” is their “okay”

balsam, vhope | pwp, i-…, vhope really coming for me these days, jin voice: LITERALLY

high violet, vhope | 28k of pure fucking bliss, this fic made me cry at like 3am, ilovedit

( look in their bookmarks for more bottom!seok vhope ^ they’re doing the world a favor)

red handprints, yoonseok | pwp, -gulps-, hobi gets spanked and im 100% here for it

lights out, junghope | pwp, abo, a guilty pleasure of mine but minus the guilty, YES BOI

i’m going to make supreme hope relevant, supremehope | *nods slowly* tis The series

FICREC; just an excuse to get yall into junghope tbh

new romantics, junghope | i love nivo’s fics! this is what got me into junghope actually. :’)

soft spot, yoonseok | my softest yoonseok ever, hhhh… yoongi taking care of seok :’)

crisis management, vhope | let just rec all their fics right now tbh, this is so cute

IKEA: you won’t even want to go home, jihope | no smut but omega hobi, and SOSOCUTE

misfortunes, junghope | breakups are hard usually, but i found this is just funny XD

you steal the air out of my lungs (you make me feel it), junghope | tag urself im the window

lionheart, junghope | YEET. I READ THIS ALL THE TIME. IT’S KIND OF SAD HOW MUCH I LOVE IT ACTUALLY?? ME AND HOBI ARE THE SAME PERSON. LET ME EXCUSE MYSELF IM EMBARRASSING.

ヽ(゜ロ゜;)ノ and okay! yay! with that, i conclude this fic rec. o3o holy shiz that was so long i apologize?? im sorry if you read most of these– but these are just the ones i took the time to remember “hey, dimwit, save this for later so you’re not crying when you can’t find it again.” SO HERE WE ARE. XD hope you enjoy, anonie.

#180

Out of all his siblings, Rhode and Percy are the two you DON’T want in the same room during a meeting because of the endless amount of jokes they make.

The Winchester Weekly

Here we are, week *23! There are so many wonderful fics and writers out there that deserve some love, and this is what that is for. Go check them out, leave a like or reblog, but show ‘em some appreciation. They’ve earned it.

If you have any fics of your own or know of one you want to share, please tag me in them! I’ll love to read them. You’ll know that I’ve read it or gotten your tag if I like it. (:

PSA: I will not be adding fics onto the list that are pure smut. If it is hinted at, then that it is okay, and if it is in a series works I will just skip that chapter.

*I skipped last week so I could finally get these back onto Mondays. Yay!

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omg look at my precious bby in that gif

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anonymous asked:

Hello!!! So I'm done with finals (hallelujah!!) and I'm wanting to read some dramione fanfictions! Could you recommend some lengthy, multi genre, multi-character fics? Also, fellow followers of this blog, you can recommend as well. I've already read most of the classics like the ones on the favorite tag, so looking for new fics to read. Thank ya!!!

Yay!

Title: Leap in Time
Author: velvet86
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance
Chapters: 32
Word Count: 164,541
Summary: If you know what will happen, can you change the future? Draco wants to try. He lost everything and made a promise. Will he be able to keep it?

Title: On the Other Side
Author: murtagh799
Rating: M
Genre(s): Angst, Drama, Romance
Chapters: 16
Word Count: 149,666
Summary: “I ingested veela blood last week and all I want to do now is fu- I mean have sex with you!” He really didn’t seem pleased with the idea. DRAMIONE. Coarse Language, Sexual content.

Title: Make Me Forget His Name
Author: jmalfoy
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Drama
Chapters: 23
Word Count: 122,753
Summary: Tired of her husband being unfaithful, Hermione turns to the arms of the least likely person… her one time enemy and her husband’s best friend. Sometimes remembering the person who has loved you most is the hardest thing to do. HGDM. COMPLETE!

Title: Oblivious
Author: roughgamequidditch
Rating: M
Genre(s): Adventure, Romance
Chapters: 25
Word Count: 123,068
Summary: Hermione is forced to work with a stranger in capturing the death eaters that have eluded the ministry in the 6 years since the war ended. Draco Malfoy is glad that the ministry gave him enough polyjuice potion to last through the entire mission.

Title: The Bookworm and the Ferret
Author: abro5
Rating: PG-13/T
Genre(s): Romance
Chapters: 22
Word Count: 100,710
Summary: 6 years after the war, Hermione is content with her job, her friends and her family. However, when Draco Malfoy turns up in her bookstore, little did she know that her life would take an unexpected turn.

Title: The Four Horsemen
Author: TheSexyMuggleLibrarian (Lexi_the_dragon_muse)
Rating: MA/NC-17
Genre(s): Mystery, Romance
Chapters: 34
Word Count: 111,459
Summary: “Blood of my Blood, Power of my Power; through space and time, Evil cowers.” The war with Voldemort has ended and wizards are getting on with their lives, but happens when an ancient evil rears its ugly head? Who will save the world?

Title: The Griffin and the Dragon
Author: Lizard23
Rating: T
Genre(s): Drama, Romance
Chapters: 22
Word Count: 110,086
Summary: Reeling after the loss of one of her closest friends, Hermione continues in her search for the remaining Horcruxes. An unlikely ally arises from the dust as the final battle looms ominously ahead. HGDM. AU to Deathly Hallows.

Title: What If You Could Have Wished Me Away
Author: Crookshanks.x
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Drama
Chapters: 30
Word Count: 139,988
Summary: A hooded stranger shows up at Hermione and Ginny’s flat one evening, delivering strange warnings. Unfortunately, the warnings make all too much sense to Hermione. She has a secret, and it’s about to get unraveled in an attempt to save her life. 

- Lisa

AU you probably don’t want to read.    

   It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

           Mikaela was supposed to get off the ship with him once it docks. It had been a decision that the blonde had so aggressively shoved into his face, that Yuuichirou did not even have the time or the right sense of mind to process the plan properly. And to be honest, it wasn’t even a plan. It was just something that Mika had so quickly come up with after they spent a good couple of hours together. Mikaela really should think things through, but Yuuichirou did actually like the idea. No, he loved it. Just the thought of having to spend endless days with Mikaela seemed to be an incredible way to live life. Yuuichirou would ensure that the blonde would be getting whatever the fuck he wants, because heck, a smiling Mika is the best Mika. They would live a happy and content life, away from their families and so-called friends who got in their way and were too eager on separating them. Albeit they would probably have to live by the humblest of means, Yuuichirou was fucking sure they would be happy.

          But not when this is happening.

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Until It’s Gone - Ch.6

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: mild language, hunting vibes, protective Winchesters (yay!)

Word Count: 1,880

A/N: This is the sixth chapter in my newest ongoing series. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for being my letter checkers and fellow fangirls :) My writing soulmate and sole sister…life wouldn’t be the same without you. There’s a good bit more Dean in this chapter, and it ends with a bang. We’re going hunting… Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

Read (Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3) (Ch.4) (Ch.5)

My tags are way down below. Let me know if you want to be added to anything that I write :)


Sam felt Y/N slowly slip out of his arms in the morning, but he kept his eyes shut and remained motionless to feign sleep. He heard her make her way to the bathroom and close the door behind her before the sound of running water reached his ears. Sam smiled to himself. Y/N always took a shower in the mornings. It was a habit that had been lovingly picked at and teased over when she’d lived in the bunker.

Sam got dressed for the day and made up the bed before going to the kitchen to search for breakfast. Y/N joined him a few minutes later, her cheeks still flushed from her shower and her hair pulled back into a neat braid. He noticed her attire and set down the second half of the bagel he had been working on.

“Y/N… why are you dressed to go hunting?” It was her lace up, waterproof boots that gave it away. She always and only wore them on hunts.

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Shooting Preparations & What’s In My Bag Tag

It’s shooting day today and since it’s my first real job since Lemmy was born, I decided to take her with me to make it easier for the both of us to slowly get used to being a mum and working again. She’s quite a little skeptical of all the new surroundings and people still, so many cuddles are needed while getting my makeup done. ♥ My sister will be here in a bit though to take care and play with her, so hopefully it’s gonna be a fun day for my little miss sunshine too in the end.

I’ve also been tagged forever and a day ago (sorry I took so damn long ;_;) by @milamoretti // @simsanity to do the “what’s in my bag” tag and now I’m finally getting to do it, yay! Okay so here we go:

Since I have Lemmy, my bag’s almost always a big one and mostly full of “mummy basics”, what I like to call these things, such as

  • baby wipes
  • a pacifier
  • soother pouch
  • spinning rings (basically always some kind of small toy for Lemmy to play with; I absolutely hate the thought of just giving her my phone with a video put on or something to keep her quiet)
  • a small picture book (we always read one together while being on a train or waiting somewhere)
  • a hair brush and other little baby hair clutter (just in case)
  • my wallet
  • keys
  • passport, ID and credit cards
  • sunglasses
  • my phone
  • my agenda
  • some melted lip gloss and perfume

And Lemmy brought half her stuffed animal family in her stroller today too, so I hope she’ll be well entertained while I’m working to model @alaina-lina-cc‘s upcoming products. Pictures of this shoot will be released later this week!

anonymous asked:

omg yay requests are open!! Sooo, I read that fill you did for Ignis>Reader>Prompto>Cindy and I LOVE IT! The way you wrote Reader and Cindy made me think, though. What if, similar situation, but it was actually Cindy who was falling hard for Reader??

Now imagine me trying to figure out this crazy love shape, cause it ain’t no triangle! This one was kind of funny to make because I feel like I just threw a bunch of people in a bucket and was like, ‘Y'all figure it out, I’ll be over here’

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The large pickup truck slowed as the woman within the driver’s seat noticed the group waiting for her. A blonde head popping out the window with a bright smile, “Y'all waiting for me?”

As the Regalia was lowered, Cindy popped from the cab, moving over to the group with a beaming smile.

“Thank you for coming all the way out here,” Ignis called.

Cindy waved it off, “Ain’t nothing but a hop skip and a jump.” She replied, her eyes turning to you. “Oh, you looked better than a pair of new headlights on a factory car.”

You blinked before realizing that it was a compliment, “Thanks. You look good too, feels like forever since we last saw you.”

“I know right.” She cooed, stepping over wrapping one of her gloved hands around your own.  “Not a lot of girls can be in all this nature and still come out looking like a magnolia in May”

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daroos replied to your post “chibisquirt: digitaldiscipline: spacecampgirlfriend: tell me about…”

WAY TO COMPLAIN ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE’S MAGICAL MEAL sAM

I WAS TAGGED! THEY TAGGED ME! 

Anyway I ended up having to notify-block the post because people didn’t even notice, they just kept on reblogging my reblog with their favorite meals. :D 

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Stealing harry tho!!!!!!!!!!! One of the first stories in english i read??? Also one of the first mlm????????? Im dying???? Imma reread it again

Aw yay! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. 

I always feel a bit cringey about how much porn I put in it, but I assumed people were only reading it for the sex. I was a lot less secure about my work in my 20s. 

Mikasa and Armin: An Ongoing Analysis (Part 1)


Introductions

I’ve been wanting to go on a rant about these two for ages and, with the last anime episode that’s been released, I figured it’s about time I actually got started. 

So here it is! The plan is to make a series of posts looking at the significant moments Mikasa and Armin have together, volume to volume, and to make observations on their interactions and the importance they have to each other. 

(Note: everything I write about these two in this series is intended platonic. Arumika and other relationships mentioned will be written as their ship name because it’s more convenient than writing their names over and over)

(Everything I write here is my own opinion and different interpretations and discussions are welcome and encouraged)

(Also, this will NOT be spoiler-free)  
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royalty

this is a request by the lovely vanessa for a bucky barnes songfic based off of royalty by connor maynard!! i had to scatter my writing a bit throughout this week because of my work schedule and college registration stuff but i finally finished this and feel really good about it :-)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, casual drinking

length: 986 words


“To Benjamin Franklin.” You grinned, holding up a glass of Cabernet. Bucky let out a short laugh and touched his glass to yours with a soft clink.

After a long day at work, the two of you had returned home to find that your electricity had been shut off. It wasn’t because you hadn’t made your payment, however. Your money had been turned in on time, it just wasn’t opened or recorded by your asshole of a landlord before the deadline. After a very frustrated confrontation, he finally found it within his grimy soul to apologize (albeit begrudgingly). Unfortunately, this still meant that it would take at least 24 hours for your power to come back on.

While you took to the arms of a long, hot shower to relax and settle down, Bucky took it upon himself to do something at least somewhat special after the tense events of the evening. This meant that after you toweled off and changed into your comfiest pajamas, you walked into your small kitchen to see two grilled-cheese sandwiches plated on your finest disposable china and a recently opened bottle of cheap wine on the counter.

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Distractions

Originally posted by andantegrazioso

Author’s Note: I’ve reached 100 followers! Yay. Thank you all so much. As a thank you for following me, I promised that I would give you all a one-shot and here it is. Like always, requests, tags and questions are OPEN.

Just a few things about this one-shot before you read. It’s set in the same universe if you will as my China rose story, so if you aren’t up to date it’s available here. This is an expansion on something that happens in chapter 2. And for this one shot Adam is roughly 13 and you are meant to be 11. It’s set before the queen dies, so no sadness.

Hope you enjoy this. :)

You had taken refuge once again in the castle library as your father was away in the nearest market town to gather more art supplies for the royal family’s new portrait. For the entire morning you had been working in the kitchen with Mrs Potts, it was mainly her teaching you how to make the perfect cup of tea, but she also made you temporary head of the kitchen as she wasn’t as nimble as usual with her swollen belly. You had enjoyed ordering people around, and many of the maids and kitchen staff had enjoyed following your ridiculous demands. Lumière had come downstairs to try and steal a few blackberries for Plumette but Mrs Potts caught him in the act and as the temporary head of the kitchen staff, it was up to you to punish him. You had made him sit down on a stool in the middle of the kitchen and told him that he wasn’t to speak for twenty minutes. It was extremely funny, as Lumière was one of the most over dramatic people in the entire castle and to see him try not to talk was truly something to behold. He went red on several occasions when he wanted to speak, but he somehow managed to pull through so as a reward you gave him five blackberries. You did it in secret of course tugging on his coat as he left. He lifted you up in a tight hug before running off to find Plumette, to explain why he took so long.
Mrs Potts had relieved you of your duties after lunch, and as your father was absent, you had no one to keep you company. Therefore you went to the one place where it was acceptable for you to be alone. The library. You were sitting on your usual seat or more realistically windowsill. You sat hidden behind the curtains as you read ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ by your favourite author, Shakespeare. You had been there since lunch and had made good progress on the play, making it to the second act. You were enjoying the constant bickering of Beatrice and Benedict when you heard the door creak open and heeled shoes approaching. You held your breath, praying that it wasn’t the Prince’s father. Although the Prince’s mother allowed you in the library, the King was known for his different views to the Queen, and for his anger, which was something you didn’t want to be on the other end of. The footsteps began to fade, and when you were certain you couldn’t hear them anymore you let out a large breath. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back and you almost let out a mini scream but before you could the Prince cut you off.
“I knew you were here!” he declared triumphantly.
“Adam!” you exclaimed, “You almost gave me a heart attack!”
He laughed at your misfortune so in return you began whacking him with your book till he stopped.
“I’m sorry for startling you. I don’t understand why you were hiding. Almost everyone knows you sit in here when you’re alone.” He pointed out.
“Well, you could have been your father.” you said solemnly, not wanting to discuss it as you knew how he felt about his father. He looks down at his hands as he sits down next to you. There was a rather long silence between you and you didn’t want there to be anymore. “Why aren’t you with Cogsworth?” you asked him, “I thought you were having lessons with him all day.”
“Well, I am supposed to,” he started, “but it’s soooooo incredibly boring.” He dramatically fell down onto your legs and you desperately tried to wiggle them free. “Thankfully, I managed to sneak away.” He looked up at you and smiled.
“So what did you come here for?” you questioned, as you freed your legs as he turned round to face you, his feet now resting by your hands.
“I was hoping you’d be a distraction. So that I wouldn’t have to go back for a while.” he said looking at you hopefully.
“Oh.” was all you let out. A distraction. You thought for a brief moment before your eyes rested on his shoe by your hand. It clicked almost immediately. You smiled a wicked smile. “Okay, your majesty, I’ll give you a distraction.” You set your book down to your side and stare at him directly in the eyes before you grabbed his foot and yanked of his shoe. He was in such shock that he didn’t realise what had happened until you had reached the library doors.
“Hey!” he yelled, “Give me my shoe back!” He sprinted after you.
You ran down the corridor laughing, avoiding several servants as you shouted back to Adam, “You have to catch me first.” You ran through the castles many corridors and eventually reached the servants’ floor with the Prince at least a hundred metres behind you. You ran through the kitchen as fast as you could avoiding several staff who were holding plates of food to prepare for tonight’s dinner. Mrs Potts stood up rather abruptly at the sight of you running.
“Y/N, what on earth are you doing?” she asked you. You hid the shoe behind your back as you slowly tried to scoot past her. She grabbed your arm and gave you the look, but before either of you could say anything Adam burst through the door on the far side of the kitchen. He spotted you almost immediately.
“Y/N! Give it back!” he yelled as he began to sprint over to you, making all of the staff part ways and stare. You looked up at Mrs Potts and hastily pulled yourself away, running towards the door to the gardens.
“Never!” You screamed in joy as you left the kitchen. Mrs Potts was about to ask Adam what you had stolen but as he rushed past she noticed the missing shoe and let out an audible gasp of realisation. She smiled to herself, pleased to see that you and the prince were merely having fun. As soon as Adam had left the kitchen, she looked up to see all the staff staring at the door wondering what had just happened.
“On with your work!” Mrs Potts commanded as she clapped her hands to make sure people got the message. Soon the kitchen was buzzing once more with work but this time, a layer of gossip was added about your relationship with the Prince.
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You had escaped the kitchen into the castle’s beautiful garden that went on for miles to see. Green was surrounding you as you pushed your way through the small door that led to the Queen’s rose garden. Thankfully she wasn’t there at this moment in time, so you just ran straight through the several bushes of different coloured roses. The white ones shimmered like frost in sunlight and the red ones shone like glittering rubies. All the other coloured roses seemed to twinkle as you sprinted past them, desperate to try and evade Adam (who was hot on your heels due to Mrs Potts’ meddling). You were running up the bridge over the castle lake when your body finally caved in from all the exercise so you stopped on top of the stone bridge, breathing heavily but you still giggled in between gulps of air. Adam had just emerged from amongst the roses when you looked up. You smirked and pushed yourself up onto the side of the bridge, the hand which clasped his shoe hanging over the edge. He came barrelling towards you.
“Y/N! For the last time, give me back my shoe!” He practically screamed.
You only laughed harder and in one swift movement he collided with you sending you both over the edge into the lake below. You swam towards the bank, no longer grasping his shoe. He was floundering behind you, retrieving his footwear from the surface of the water. You sat on the bank, still giggling, as he made his way to shore, his shoe now secure on his foot. He glared at you as he pulled himself out.
You pointed to his foot, “I see you found your shoe,” you stated, in between a fit of giggles.
He pushed you playfully on the arm before laughing too. “And I only had to swim to get it.”
“Well you wanted a distraction from tutoring. I gave you one.” You point out giggling. You sat there for several moments staring at each other, still smiling. He pretended to look angry and he faced away from you.
“Thank you.” He whispered after a few moments. You smiled at him and stood up, your dress now much heavier than before.
“You’re welcome my liege.” You said dramatically as you offered him a hand to hoist himself up on. He took it gladly and you pulled with all your strength to help him up. “Care to escort the lady back to the library?” You quipped. He bowed causing his wet mop of hair to fall into his face.
“With pleasure.” He replied, offering you his arm that you gladly took. You walked slowly back through the grounds, this time allowing yourself to enjoy the beauty of the rose garden. No matter how many times you walked through it you still loved to look at them all twinkling in the sunlight. Adam paused when he saw you staring at the bushes and he quickly let go of your arm to walk over to one of the white rose bushes; where he plucked one of the roses from the bush and removed the thorns. He walked over to you and carefully placed the rose in your hair.
“Why are you giving me a rose? Won’t your mother mind?” you asked as you knew how much his mother adored the garden (so much so that she looked after it herself, not any of the gardeners).
“No.” was his simple reply. “My mother always says that the rose garden is meant for anyone. Plus think of this as my apology as I was the one who pushed us both into the lake.” You smiled.
“I would argue, but that’s true. You are the only one who’s stupid enough to do that.” You replied, which earned you a playful punch on the arm. You laughed at him as, once again, he offered his arm to you but with a slight scowl on his face. It only made you laugh harder. You both walked through the gardens, now discussing books which was something you both loved equally, although you preferred romances whilst he preferred adventures. This small difference usually caused several heated debates about which Shakespeare play was better, but they were all well intentioned and you usually won. You were mere moments away from entering the kitchen when you both stopped abruptly. You were both soaking wet. If Mrs Potts saw you she would drop her teapot. You looked at each other, eyes wide with realisation before giving each other the silent nod that meant, ‘We tell no one of what happened and we share the consequences equally.’ With a deep breath you let go of his arm (as technically it wasn’t proper for the Prince of a province to escort a peasant girl anywhere), and pushed open the door.
Almost immediately Mrs Potts spotted you and came rushing over. With Mrs Potts running, everyone else in the kitchen turned to look at what made her run which in turn made them all stare at you.
“Y/N!” Mrs Potts exclaimed, “What on earth did you do?”
It probably wasn’t the best time for Adam to enter the kitchen but as soon as she asked the question he entered and it caused Mrs Potts to almost have a mini stroke. Her eyes went from you to Adam and she let out a small yelp and then looked at you both with the ‘look’, her arms crossed.
“Adam, Y/N, would either of you like to explain why you are both soaking wet?”
You looked at each other and it was Adam who decided to speak.
“We went for a swim.” He stated plainly.
“In your clothes?”
“Yes.”
“In the cold lake?”
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
Mrs Potts placed her hand to her forehead. She knew what you were doing so she knew that you’d both not ever tell her what truly happened. She lets out a sigh and points a hand to the fire.
“Sit there on the stools until you’re dry enough to go back upstairs.”
“Thank you, Mrs Potts.” You and Adam both said in unison.
“What am I meant to do with you two?” she said sarcastically as she passed you both a cookie to munch on whilst you dried. You and Adam sat down on the stools and happily munched away at the cookies, continuing your discussion of the books you were both reading, whilst everyone else in the kitchen worked and once again discussed you and the Prince.
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It had taken you roughly twenty minutes to be dry enough for Mrs Potts to be satisfied that you could both go back upstairs. You had reached the library fairly quickly and were both standing just outside the doors.
“I should let you go back to Cogsworth now, shouldn’t I?” You said, sad that the fun you had had was coming to an end.
“Ugh, must you?” Adam replied, “I don’t want to go back to the history of the castle. It’s so boring!” He exclaimed, dramatically thrashing his arms down.
“That’s not boring.” You told him, “That’s interesting. Don’t you want to know where you came from?”
“Not really.” He admitted. “Most of my ancestors are pompous idiots.” You laughed at his point.
“At least you’re not.” You pointed out.
“Thank you.” He said as he puffs out his chest to make himself look manlier. You smiled at him before looking back to the library doors.
“I should go.” You said as you turned to push open the doors. However, before you could Adam grabbed your arm and turned you to face him. He looked down at his feet whilst kicking them into the floor.
“Would you care to join me in my lesson?” he asked quietly.
“But……” you began before he cut you off.
“Cogsworth won’t mind. He’d be grateful to actually have a student who wants to listen to him.”
You thought about his offer before whispering back a small “Okay.” He smiled at you and began dragging you towards his school room.
It turned out that Cogsworth was very thankful that you wanted to learn about the castle’s history. Whilst you took in every word he said, Adam took in none of it. He was too busy being distracted by the one person he asked to be a distraction. 

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nerdcat21  asked:

When I was first born, my mom would read the Mr men and little miss books to me before bed. Then when I was about 5-10, I'd constantly get maybe three books a week which were maybe about 130 pages each? From the library,(which is literally a 5-minute walk from my house) and read them all within two days. I'm slowly getting back into reading, since grade 6 I haven't read much, but now that I'm in grade 8 I'm finding more time to read and honestly it's just so therapeutic. I love your blog btw! :)

(Thank you!)

And yay! That’s what I hope reading is for people! It’s meant to make you feel good about yourself and/or make you think. It’s a leisure activity a lot of the time and deserves to feel like one!

Originally posted by dianimations

(All asks without a story are tagged Caffeine Answers. I’m not currently accepting any more book stories! We’ll have to have another day of them :) For now I’ve closed my ask until I can get through all these awesome stories!)

anonymous asked:

"No one should look as good as you do in safety goggles" + sniperpilot

yay someone read my bodhi tags lol (IDK if this is ooc, who do you think is the perfect AU student??? IDK either but like I think this suits resting-grumpy-face Cassian than universally-loved Bodhi a bit more).


Chem labs infuriated Cassian.

Firstly, they were at 8:30 in the kriffing morning. On Mondays. Secondly, they were on the other side of campus. His treks were sponsored by the campus cafe,  head still throbbing from the night before, his bag swinging in the air, a glower fixed on his face as he downs a cup of cofee, passing cheery-looking students on their way to class.

Thirdly, he hated the goggles. They fogged up (the vents didn’t help), the straps dug into his head (they were permanently stuck), his hair always got stuck in them (and he wouldn’t realize it until his gloves were already stained with some chemical) and he always spent the rest of the day with bright red lines around his face. 

But who liked goggles anyways? 

His lab partner, apparently. Which brought him to the fourth point: Bodhi looked stunning in them. And he knew it. 

Cassian hated him for it. 

Bodhi always showed up to his labs with a (stupid, wide, attractive) smile on his face, nodding at every prof, shooting a “hey, what’s up” to every student he knew (which was everyone). His hair pulled up into a tight ponytail (“we’ve got to be safe, right?” Cassian almost growls at him), lab coat immaculate as always, pressed and neatly folded away in his bag (Cassian’s was crumpled, never given a second look. Was that a acid-burn hole on the sleeves?), prelab completed days before in neat handwriting.

God, Cassian hated him. And he hadn’t even gotten to the goggles yet.

Bodhi wore his chem goggles all day. Cassian had never seen him without them. And he looked good. 

It was infuriating.

Cassian’s only solace was this: he was the better scientist. 

His hands were steadier. (adding small amounts of solution? dripping the last drops of a titration? Cassian’s forte.) He could actually use a flint lighter. (Bodhi tried, and tried, and tried, but never got it to spark.) (He just had more luck with bunsen burners in general.) 

Bodhi knew it too. 

The worst thing was, Bodhi complimented him for it. (”How do you do it?” “I wish I was as good as you”, with that stupid, silly, beautiful grin.)

Not that Cassian looked forward to the compliments on his early morning dash to the chemistry building. Not that Cassian would stare at Bodhi when he wasn’t looking (and fight the urge to tuck the loose strands of his hair behind his ears). Not that Bodhi’s smile made the headaches go away. 

Not that all this tumbled out of him at 5 am on a energy-drink fueled night where both of them realized neither had finished the final chemistry lab due the next morning and decided to meet in Bodhi’s room (it was less of a mess, and he didn’t have loud neighbours).

“That sounds more like love than hate,” Bodhi finally answers. 

“If it was love, what would you do?” Cassian asks, emboldened by the adrenaline coursing through his veins (and the fact they had finally finished the citations). 

Bodhi looks at him thoughtfully. “I’d say I feel the same way.”

“Then it is love.”