the power is still out ugh

Mock up the courage

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, just pure fluff. 

A/N: Bucky is tired and needy and just wants to cuddle. (who. fuckin’. wouldn’t?!)

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

If there was ever something more adorable than Bucky being tired or in any way not feeling well, you’d never seen it. Now, the serum made sure he was never not feeling well, but it didn’t help exhaustion after a week long mission with only 2 hours of sleep a day.

This is why he came stumbling into your floor, somehow overriding every security protocol with his left over spy-skills, calling out your name at two in the morning.

Actually, it was more like a drawn out whine.

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Father II

read part one here

Read the story on ao3 here

“Pomona honey!” Called Poppy out. “Urgent letter from Hogwarts for you!”

Pomona Pomfrey-Sprout smiled when she saw her wife standing in the door of their little cottage. After nearly forty years of marriage she was still very much in love with her. “Coming! I just have one more mandrake to plant!”

She made quick work of the last little bugger, then hurried off towards the house. It was probably Neville again, asking her for tips on how to handle his particularly nasty first year Ravenclaws, who always tried to corner him with complex questions about subjects more fitted for fifth years. It was a clever technique to disturb lessons and avoid homework.

“Here.” Poppy handed her a cup of tea, the letter and a morning kiss. “If it’s Neville again you should tell him to just floo in next time. I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“Will do, will do.” She opened the letter.

Dear Pomona,

I’m sorry to say that Malfoy has fallen ill. It’s nothing serious as far as I know, but he won’t be able to teach for a while. I persuaded Minerva to let Harry take care of him until he’s back on his feet, and I am now taking over the defence classes. I was hoping that you might be willing to replace me in herbology while I do so. It would be greatly appreciated.

Hope to see you soon,


Pomona smiled. “As much as I love to see you in just a bathrobe.” She pulled her wife into a hug that became a kiss. “I’m afraid we have to get going. Hogwarts needs us.”

“I hope those two will finally find each other now. Pomona used to grow Devil’s snare, a plant known for it’s slow pollination, but even they never took more than a year to get together.” Madam Pomfrey crossed her legs and took a sip of tea from the cup Neville had offered her. She had arrived ten minutes ago, and while Pomona had immediately left for the gardens, Poppy had stayed with Neville to catch up a bit.

“Did you just compare Malfoy and Harry with Devil’s Snare?” Asked Neville.

“Maybe…” Poppy took another sip of tea, using the cup to hide her smile. It was about time Harry found some happiness, and Malfoy wasn’t undeserving of it either after everything he’d done for the school.

“I think I’d best be off to the greenhouses now. You never know what those first years will do when faced with a new teacher, and my darling girl isn’t the youngest anymore.”

“I don’t think we have anything to fear in that department. I suspect even in her sleep she’d still be able to teach seventh year Ravenclaws.”

“I know…” Poppy sighed. “But back in the day I made her fall for me when I helped her with a tough class. I wouldn’t mind reliving that moment.” She smiled at the memory.

Neville laughed. “That’s actually really cute.”

“Yeah, Pomona and I are sometimes quite  sappy for each other.”

“You mean sapphic for each other?”

Poppy gave him a sharp, disapproving look. Neville threw his hands up in defence. “I wasn’t going to leave that perfect opportunity unused okay, you know me.”

Poppy rolled with her eyes and got ready to leave.

“I’ll see you during lunch!” Called Neville after her. He knew she secretly loved his puns, even though she would never admit it out loud.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here, I’ll get you out of this mess. Don’t you go thinking that I won’t. You’re my friend now and I don’t fail my friends.” Harry was stroking Malfoy’s perfect blond hair. He knew the other man wasn’t listening to his ramblings, he’d fallen asleep some time ago, but Harry needed to say it for himself. Needed to believe it was true.

He actually had no idea how he was going to stop Lucius from retrialing except for marching into the ministry and straight up forcing the minister to refuse Draco’s dad his basic wizarding rights. Not that he had anything against that idea, but he knew Draco would never accept it.

He sighed, and pulled out his wand to sent a patronus to Minerva, telling her that he wasn’t able to teach his classes that day. He didn’t want to think about the consequences of the memory he used to conjure it. How he was getting Malfoy out of this mess was his top priority, not the reasons behind his desire to do so.

Harry tried to relax a bit, and tightened his arms around Malfoy. There was a certain calmth coming from his body pressing on top of him. His weight was somewhat reassuring.

While he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted to that one sentence again. What kind of monster do you have to be, in order to make your own father hate you.

The words had shocked him. Apparently Malfoy blamed himself for what his dad was doing, like after all those years of hard work and good deeds he still somehow hadn’t been good enough. Like all of this was caused by him not trying his best instead of his father being a total shitbag.

Harry didn’t understand how Malfoy could still love his dad, how he could still care about his opinion after everything he’d done. But he also felt out off his debt, because he didn’t know what it was like to have a dad. He had no idea how Malfoy felt and for now he could do nothing more than hold him, tell him it wasn’t his fault, hoping that would somehow be enough.

But deep down he knew it wasn’t.

When the afternoon neared its second half Malfoy slowly started to wake up.

“Hey.” Harry greeted him with a warm smile. Malfoy groaned, and turned his head away.

“Please tell me I didn’t cry myself to sleep in your arms.” He whispered.

Harry tightened said arms around him. It was his way of saying that Malfoy shouldn’t get weird ideas like getting up, because Harry wasn’t letting him go. “You kind of did. But that’s okay. We all have our bad days.”

Malfoy let out a huge sigh. “Fuck.” He readjusted himself on top of Harry, a difficult task because Harry’s arms held him in a deadlock. “You know you can’t solve every problem in the world with a good hug right?”

“I know.” Answered Harry. “But I can try.”

Suddenly he got a broad smile on his face. “Hey Malfoy, you do realise you just called me a good hugger, right?”

“Did I say good?” Malfoy lifted his head from Harry’s chest. His eyes were still red from crying, but the despair that had reflected in them earlier was gone. “I meant terrible. You’re nearly murdering me in your arms, your shoulders are too bony, your…. Ugh.” Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy even tighter, like he was trying to push all the air out of his lungs.

“What was it you were saying about my hugging qualities?”

Malfoy opened his mouth to answer, but could barely say a word because Harry cranked up his muscle power even more. “Great…” Malfoy gasped for breath. “Greatest hugger…”

“That’s what I thought.” And Harry loosened his grip.



Malfoy let his head rest on Harry’s chest. They lay silently in each other’s arms for a while before Malfoy spoke again. “I suppose there’s no chance…”

“No Malfoy, indeed there isn’t. I am not going to not talk about what happened.” Said Harry with a stubborn tone in his voice.


“But what? Malfoy we’ve worked together for two years now. I consider you to be my friend, no matter how weird that might sound. And friends don’t abandon each other when something like this happens, even if it’s not the easiest subject to talk about.”

Malfoy sighed, defeated, and rolled off of Harry. “Could we postpone talking about it then? I think it still has to sink in a bit.”

“Sounds reasonable.” Answered Harry, whose stomach grumbled loudly.

The sound made Malfoy’s eyes widen, and he pushed himself up to a sitting position. He looked worried. Even though it had been nearly two years since Harry had beaten his depression, his lack of appetite had never really left. Malfoy hadn’t really been lying when he complained about bony shoulders.

“Potter, have you eaten?” Harry was suddenly very busy studying the ceiling.

“You haven’t, have you?” Malfoy checked his watch. “Both breakfast and lunch?” Harry sat up as well now, but still refused to look at Malfoy.

“Dammit Potter. You were doing so well before.”

“But this was to blame on the circumstances!” Said Harry defensively.

“Circumstances my ass, any normal person would have called a house elf for some food.” Malfoy sounded more concerned that angry. Harry would have prefered him angry, he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. Especially not Malfoy, who shouldn’t have anything on his mind but his dad at the moment.

"You and I both know I’m not…”

“No, Potter. You are indeed not a normal person, you’re the boy who lived. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need food in order to stay that way.”

“You haven’t eaten either though.” Harry realised how weak his excuse was, and he cast his eyes down at the duvet. He knew he should have eaten but it had slipped his mind again, like it so often did.

“I was out cold, you were not. You can’t keep skipping meals like this Potter.” Harry slowly looked up, and Malfoy caught and held his gaze.

Malfoy’s eyes were no longer red from crying, instead they contained a spark. A fire.

Harry didn’t think he’d ever seen Malfoy like this before. The life in his grey eyes did something with him. It captured him. It calmed him down. It made him believe Malfoy would never not be there to remind him of the little things.

“You care.” The words were soft, surprised, filled with something Harry had never felt before.

“Of course I do.” Malfoy didn’t cave this time, though he felt more emotions rush through his veins now then he did that morning. Harry only now noticed Malfoy was holding his hand. “Of course I care.”

I really don’t know what to think of this…. I feel like I could have done better but I’ve started over 3 times already so clearly I can’t

but I hope to have come somewhat close to people’s expectations anyway

If you want me to write a part 3 soon then following me will help with that; I post a new piece every time I hit a memorable number of followers, for this piece that’s 350 (OMG that’s a lot!?)

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anonymous asked:

Do u know of any clace stories where they're secret agents or spies or something along the lines of partners in crime?

There’s a mini masterlist of Clace fics involving crime here and a fic similar to what you’re looking for here and also kind of this one! I’ll also make a list of fics below where one/both of them are secret agents that aren’t already on the other list!

AU-All Human. Clary Fray is one of the best secret agents the Clave has ever seen, but what happens when her mission is to get her target to fall in love with her and in order to complete her mission, she has to work with Jace Herondale, the bane of her existence. Will she risk what she has trained her whole life for in order to spare an innocent? M for language and lemons

Clary Fairchild is a secret FBI agent that get chosen to be in the FBI games. She will have to go through with a mission that could be deadly. And the worst part is, she has to do It with the cocky Jace Wayland. What will she do? Rated M for language. Lemons in later chapters.

When Clary and her brother are relocated for a mission, they meet Jace Herondale; the cocky, attractive, secret agent. when memories from the past come back to haunt Clary, will she let Jace heal her wounds, or create more scars that she can’t handle.

Clary Fairchild, Tessa Gray and Emma Carstairs are secret agents with a mission to kill Jace, Will and Julian. But when love gets in the way of this mission will they still carry it out? Read to find out! *maybe spoilers sorry* Wessa, clace and blackstairs. ON HOLD sorry

Upon returning to NY after 12 years, Clary meets Jace who she later finds is a high school student by day and secret agent by night. Why is her mother involved in his latest mission? What was it that forced them to flee twelve years ago? Rated M for language and lemons..

Jace is a badass MI5 agent in a group called the Shadowhunters. When he gets assigned to protect Clary after her father has escaped from prison, can he keep the secret from her or will her heart get broken AH

A world where downwolders and humans live in peace, but there are always those rebellious ones. A secret organization of spies keeping safe the innocent. But an old Upriser of Spy HQ is back. Jace and family are up for the task to stop him. T to be safe.

Clary Fray isn’t your average high school student. She has a secret job. Jace Lightwood also has a secret. What will happen when they find out that they are both assassins/spies? What will happen when they are each other’s next target? Could love really be possible in their messed up world? JacexClary - All Human! - COMPLETE

anonymous asked:

KwamiSwap AU (Marinette is Chat Noir, Adrien is Ladybug), Flirty Chat Noir trying to seduce Adrien

  • Okay but are we talking straight up Marinette always had the Black Cat Miraculous or are we talking “for probably akuma-caused reasons Marinette accidentally wound up with the ring and Adrien wound up with the earrings”. Idk, maybe the akuma had swapping-related powers, maybe Chat’s ring fell off and the earrings’ timer was up and It Was An Emergency, and then they couldn’t find a safe place to swap back without risking their identities in all the post-attack fuss, so they’re meeting at midnight to do it then instead. 
  • (Marinette refuses to talk about what Chat looked like in the Ladybug outfit. Also, she’s a little pissed, because Tikki made it MUCH FANCIER for him than she ever does for her–there’s cuffs, and pockets, and a little cape! it looks like ladybug wings! it’s FUCKING ADORABLE!!–and on top of that HER Chat Noir suit isn’t nearly as nice as Chat’s was, it’s literally just a blank bodysuit with some cat ears smacked on and a stubby little non-tail! SHE DOESN’T EVEN GET THE BELL, WTF??)
  • “The transformations are different from Chosen to Chosen,” Plagg replies with a shrug as he stuffs his greedy little face with cheese bread. “I’M A DESIGNER,” Marinette yells. Plagg is not moved. Marinette is like fine! Whatever!! She’s at least gonna try out the night vision and the baton before they meet up, she decides, then transforms and heads out her balcony window. Chat has cool little side powers she doesn’t and she wants to play just a little, okay, so sue her–ugh. Ughhhhh it’s STILL the blank bodysuit, the cat ears don’t even move or anything, she is SO disappointed, did she not get ANY of the cool cat powers?!?! COULD SHE NOT AT LEAST HAVE GOTTEN THE POCKETS?? Could she not get a SINGLE cool cattribute to try–
  • … oh hey it’s Adrien’s house. 
  • And that is the story of how Adrien Agreste is interrupted in the middle of feeding Ladybug’s adorable kwami all the cookies he can find by a series of weirdly enticing yowls from underneath his window, which–what?  

(I’m not doing any more of these right now, just finishing the ones I had!) 


HEAVILY INFLUENCED BY THE Bessatsu Shonen’s September Cover

and me still wondering why Mikasa no have the SCARF?.

so I came up with this random cheese.

WHAT is up with Levi’s way of looking at her, its like..i’m stripping you with my eyes! ugh! here you go! while I wait for the new chapter..that i think is already out :p


anonymous asked:

ElGang is about to be killed but their S/O manages to jump in and save them... at a price however. The S/O was able to obtain the power necessary through a deal with the devil (said contract is about the S/O accepting his fate of becoming the next Demon King) and tries to hide it from the ElGang but fails. Reaction of the ElGang?

Elsword: “Demon… king?  Um, are you sure that’s what you want?  I’m not going to stop you, but…”

Aisha: “Didn’t I tell you demon deals were bad?  Ugh, dummy!  I’ll get you out of this, don’t worry.”

Rena: “Demon, huh?  So you’re immortal too?  Oh, thank the El.  I mean… You’re still you, right?”

Raven: “Why didn’t you tell me about this?  No, I’m not going to break up with you, but… really?  Demon king?  A hint would have been nice.”

Eve: “Thank you for saving me.  Perhaps the Nasod Kingdom and the demons can get along if you are at the head.”

Chung: “Uh… I’m not entirely sure if I should kill or kiss you.”

Ara: “Demon king-?!  Can you save Aren?”

Elesis: “Ugh, I’m dating a demon?  No, no, I still love you, just… Why didn’t you tell me, dammit?”

Add: “… Tch.  Don’t be a nuisance like those other demons.  Thanks for saving me, I guess.”

Lu: “Uhuhuhu!  I knew you were royalty!  Together, nobody can stop us!”

Ciel: “Lu is going to be far more excited about this than I am.  I hope you’re willing to work with her, my love.”

Rose: “Um… okay.  I’ll still kill you if you try and do anything weird.”

Ain: “Demon king?  Hmm, how interesting.  Sakrosankt Zertreten!”


Note: It’s a hot summer’s day at the Avengers Tower and Tony refuses to turn the air conditioning on. But Loki might just have a better alternative.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by camille-angelique

“Tony, I’m melting,” you whined as you lied yourself face down on the wooden floor of Tony’s living room.

“Melt somewhere else. Get off my floor.”


He sighed, “Y/N, get up, you’ll get your sweat all on the wood.”

“Good,” you huffed, rolling around across the wooden floorboards. The heat had made you feel particularly childish.

Tony rolled his eyes, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Your body heat is killing me! Put me down!” You exclaimed.

You landed with a soft thud on the sofa and you sighed. At least the leather was cold.

“Now stay there, and don’t move.”

“Why can’t you just turn the air conditioning on? You’re rich enough to keep the damn thing running on all the floors for the rest of your life!”

He laughed, “Can’t argue that one, Y/N,” he said, “But I’m not doing it. Air conditioning kills the world’s resources… Besides, you could always wear less.”

You glared at him, “You want me to sweat on everything? Fine,” you huffed, crossing your arms and staring up at the ceiling.

Tony chuckled as he walked away, “Do what you want, Y/N. I’m not going to let you kill the planet, not while I’m still on it.”

You could’ve sworn you were lying on that sofa for hours. Still staying up at the roof because you were too hot to even move, afraid of sweating even more.

“There you are, love,” someone said from behind you, “Stark said you were feeling warm?”

You smiled at the sound his voice. Loki came and sat down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, “You look terrible,” he laughed.

“Thanks,” you said, grimacing at the feeling of your back stick to the leather as you tried to sit up.

“Ugh, I wish I was part Frost Giant,” you said, noting that he was still wearing his usual outfit, “You’re so lucky the heat doesn’t bother you.”

“Yes well, I was thinking the same thing, and I thought I might be able to help you… If you don’t mind,” he held out his hands do you.

Did he mean use his powers? You raised your eyebrow, “I guess not…?”

He smiled, “It won’t hurt, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh, good,” you found yourself saying, “I mean, I–”

“It’s fine, Y/N, I understand,” he assured you, “Besides, this will be better than any air conditioner Stark has, I promise.”

He moved his hands closer to you so they almost touching your skin, “… Um… May I…”

“Yes! Yes of course,” you smiled.

Loki inched closer until he kissed your cheek softly. You sighed in contentment as you felt yourself start to feel normal again, you even felt a shiver down your back.

“That’s enough to last until tomorrow morning,” Loki intervened, “And if it’s still hot outside, I can do it again.”

You smiled, “It’s perfect, thank you,” you said as you felt your entire body begin to cool down at last.

“Is that how you always do it then? With your mouth I mean,” you cursed yourself, that hadn’t sounded any better.

He laughed, “Well you won’t find me kissing Stark’s cheek, Y/N, that’s for sure.”

You grinned, saying a thank you to him once more.

“Let me know if you need another kiss– Ah, if you need cooling down again,” he winked as he sauntered off.

You sunk back down onto the sofa, finally feeling relaxed. Just as you were about to close your eyes, you heard a voice speak.

“You better get up and wipe that sweat off my floor, Y/N!”

anonymous asked:

Headcanon that tp zelda still can kind of tap into the puppet zelda ganon power and it freaks her out and link helps her calm down when she accidentally uses it

Awwww I can personally kinda relate bc of my major anxiety and my wonderful bf. But yeah it always feels x10 better when there’s someone there to hold you and say “you’re okay, you’re not bad, it’s not you, you’re going to be okay”. Ugh I love that so much. I love the forehead kisses and thumbs brushing over cheekbones ugh I love comfort so much

Jessica Jones 110: AKA 1,000 Cuts
  • This sounds weird out of context, but I love the scene where Jessica helps Trish “put a bullet in her head.” It’s very tender.
  • I feel like once Jessica (and the viewer) knew that Kilgrave didn’t have power over her anymore, the show went looking for tension elsewhere and found it in gore. From here on out things get pretty gross, and just like I did with Daredevil and Logan, I feel like it cheapens the writing. YOUR SHOW IS GOOD, YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO FOR SHOCK VALUE.
  • Also the fetus thing is still SO WEIRD, JERI.

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theoceanonfire  asked:


Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse 

Battle Theme: It’s about to be a girl fight

Battle intro: It’s not nice to look through people’s secrets, ya know?

Victory: Don’t think you can mess with the marines!

Defeat: Ugh…. I still need to get stronger….

Assist: Let’s take ‘em out!

Taunt: I feel bad fighting a child…. you are a kid right?

Reacting to Taunt: You can’t mess with me that easily!

Flee: I-I think I heard Captain Hina calling me.

Reacting to Flee: Don’t try backing out now!

Tie: Wow… you’re stronger than you look!

Perfect Victory: This is the true power of the marines!

Finish Move: I’m gonna put an end to this right now!

Sirius Black Imagine: “Opposites attract”

Can I request a Surius X Hufflepuff!Reader(boy or girl whichever:3) just where the reader is super cute and sweet and a total opposite of Sirius but it works, and they’re super cute and fluffy together, piggyback rides thru the castle, pranks together, pranks on each other, cuddle sessions, etc.??? thank you! I love you so much

Requested by anon

Notes: adorable hufflepuff reader


You and your boyfriend were having a little misunderstanding in an empty corridor. The only company was the paintings, which were gossiping, as usual.

“Sirius, I won’t do it!” you complained.

“Yeah, yeah. You are miss/mister goody two shoes!” he told you. Sighing, he added in a sad and dramatic tone: “I guess it was a bad idea anyway…”

You felt a little guilty and replied: “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m not comfortab-“

Before you could finish the sentence, he managed to put you on his back, holding your legs.

“Bloody hell!” you cried out, surprised, while you put your hands on his shoulders so that you didn’t fall back.

“Ah-ah, y/n. You can’t curse! I’m the one who curses constantly out of us, not you!” he mocked.

“Sirius Black! Get me down this instant!” you ordered, even though you were trying hard not to giggle.

“No way!” he yelled. Unexpectedly, he started to run across the empty corridor and laugh like crazy. You couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. You had to admit that piggyback rides weren’t as bad as you thought.

The last hufflepuff left the Common Room. Today there was an important Quidditch match. You never liked the sport, so when you finally were alone in the room, you sighed contently.

“At last… Now you and I will be together for an hour” you whispered to your favorite book. It wasn’t something you usually did, to talk out loud or to talk to… well, objects. But since you were on your own, you didn’t reprimand yourself.

As you opened the book, you felt two hands grabbing your shoulders. You jumped, let out a scared yelp and threw the book away. Next, you heard a familiar laugh.

“Merlin, Sirius! Don’t scare me like that!” you shouted.

He kept laughing and kissed your forehead. But you were angry at him, so you pushed him away. You took your book and ignored him. The silent treatment would teach him a lesson.

Sirius frowned.



“Y/n? Come on! Are you really going to ignore me? I’m missing the Quidditch match because of you!”

The only sound on the room was that of turning pages.

He pouted, trying to think of a way to get your attention. Smirking, he started to kiss your neck.

“S-stop!” you managed to let out.

“Oh! Hello y/n! I see you’re talking to me once again! Nice” he teased.

“You’re impossible! How did you even manage to get into the Hufflepuff Common Room?! Wait! I don’t really want to know! Don’t tell me!”

He grinned and told you, anyway: “Potter’s invisibility cloak”

You raised an eyebrow: “He lent you the cloak?”

He made a face which told you that the term lent wasn’t the correct one.

“Oh, no! Don’t tell me you’ve stolen it!” you whispered with wide eyes.

He showed you his palms as if on self-defense and admitted: “You say steal I say borrow without letting him know…”

“Sirius! That’s bad! How could you do that?” you exclaimed.

“Is wanting to spend some quality time with my girlfriend/boyfriend such a bad thing? I knew you wouldn’t go to the game, so I thought I’d surprise you…”

Your expression softened.

“You stole your friend’s cloak to spend time with me?”

He nodded.

“T-that’s sweet… I mean! That’s bad, even though your intentions are good!” you babbled. “Promise me you’ll confess it!”

“What? I can’t do that! Prongs will kill me!”

“Exactly! But it’s the right thing to do…”

He shook his head and told you: “Ok, ok. You win. But I want something in exchange… a cuddle session”

You smiled brightly and nodded. Right now, you didn’t care about the book, only how good it felt to be in your boyfriend’s arms.

“What is this exactly, y/n?” Sirius asked you with a doubtful voice.

“It’s a caramel apple. Muggles love it. I always asked for it as a child. Go on. Taste it! It’s amazing! Trust me” you grinned innocently.

He hesitated, but bit the apple. His eyes widened and he spat out the food. You couldn’t stop laughing.

“Sweet mother of Merlin! Y/n! I didn’t know you were that nasty!”

“Your face!” you cried out, still laughing out loud.

“Y/n! This wasn’t an apple! It is obviously an onion!”

“Your powers of deduction are amazing, Sirius. I’m impressed” you teased.

“It’s not funny!”

“It actually is! Happy April’s fool day!” you sing-sang. “I love you babe!” you added. “But I’m not giving you a kiss. I hate onions…”

“I’m not doing it, Sirius!” you warned him.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun” he insisted.

“No” you repeated.

“You are no fun…”

“Maybe you are too much fun…” you retorted.

“You owe me for the onion thing!”

“Ugh! Ok, ok, I’ll do it!

“Yes!” he cried out in victory.

So Sirius had convinced you to pull out a prank on Professor McGonagall. You passed a note in the middle of the class, not so subtly to Sirius. When the Professor saw it, she moved her wand and accioed the paper.

“Mr. Black and Miss/Mr. y/l/n think it is funny to write notes during class. Let’s see if you still find it interesting when the rest of your classmates know what they are about…”

All the class gasped and held their breaths. They were expecting fluffy love notes, but instead, Minerva’s voice whispered: “Professor McGonagall is the best”

She was too shocked to say anything… When the class finished Sirius gave you a peck and said: “I told you her expression would be priceless”

“I would have never done it if I hadn’t owed you!” you reminded him.

“I know. Sometimes I wonder how two completely different people like us got together…” he murmured.

You smiled and told him: “Opposites attract, Sirius”

“And that’s what your parents used to do at school!”

“Sirius Black! Don’t tell our son the shameful way we used to misbehave! He’s only two years old, for Merlin’s sake!”

“He’s going to be the best prankster of Hogwart’s history… Just you wait”


“I love you, babe”

You sighed and smiled at him: “I love you too”

Originally posted by pansyknowsallthingspotter

{So how did your day go? (OOC)}

Mine went alright….worked this morning…came home this afternoon just in time for the power to go out.  Which was at Four-ish maybe?  Ended up spending time with my sister (always a fun time) before coming home to a super creepy dark house. 

As I was working on some backdated, handwritten stories (cause writer?) by camping Lantern light (always handy).  There is a huge BOOM from outside.  Scares the crap out of me, freaks out my dogs and my folks.  We get up to go see…and there’s a tree down right on the road in front of our house. 

We called 911 and the cops and firemen came out to dislodge the tree and clean up the debris that my Dad and I didn’t get to.  Our power comes back on at 12:00 midnight…which is good cause I live in the country where we don’t have streetlights so it gets spooky dark down here.  Like you-can’t-see-your-hand-in-front-of-your-face spooky dark.

Moral of the story?

Tropical Storm Cindy can go back to the tropics. 

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Day 11/12 - Transport & Worried

Uploaded these two together because I fucking hate the way they came out
The car in 11 is obviously crappy(so don’t even) but the way America is drawn just makes me fucking scream and I have no idea wHY IT BUGS ME.

12 doesn’t bother me as much but it still doesn’t make me go “YEAH” because I can totally see what is off, but I am too lazy to fix it so deal with it lmao.

Halloween Starters!


“How did the world end up like this?”
“I was bitten…”
“You were bitten, weren’t you?”
“Show me!”
“You’d be glad to see me gone, wouldn’t you?”
“I will not turn into one of those things!”
“There must be some kind of cure!”
“You can’t just give up!”
“You aren’t acting like yourself today…”
“Shoot me, please!”
“We’re all infected?!”
“Those assholes stole our supplies!”
“Let’s just wait it out and looe our minds together.”
“______, your arm…”
“Is anyone else alive?”
“Do you thin there is still a person in there?”


“Just a single silver bullet, and you’re dead.”
“You’ve been acting really… agressive, lately.”
“You’re gotten… hairy.”
“You’re acting like an animal!”
“Look, it’s a full moon.
*transforms into a werewolf before you. It is clearly painful.*
"Woah… you’re eyes…”
“I know you’re here! I can smell it!”
“Your hair grew back!”
“Be rational, sure…I’m a fucking werewolf for Christs Sake”
“Beware the moon.”
“Whoever is bitten by a werewolf, and lives, becomes a werewolf himself.”
“A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife… or a stick with a silver handle.”
“Jesus, what big teeth you have!”
“I never knew a wolf could cry.”


“I’ve been so… thirsty…”
“You’re teeth… they’re so sharp.”
“Jesus, you’re so pale.”
“I’ve lived since before your ancestors were born.”
“They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautifu, and without regret.”
“Where is your reflection?”
“What happened to my reflection?”
“I-I can’t come in unless you invite me.”
“Ugh, I hate garlic.”
“What happened? You used to love garlic!”
“I love the night. It’s the only time I feel really alive.”
“Bring a vampire around, people start discovering religion.”
“The reason people use a crucifix against vampires is because vampires are allergic to bullshit.”
“I’m going out to get a bite to drink.”


“But… but I died.”
“What am I still doing here?”
“I’m so cold.”
“Just let me pass on!”
“I missed you so much.”
“No, you relax, you’re the dead guy!
"Why don’t you go haunt a house? Rattle some chains or something.”
“Now are you going to go away, ___?‘Cause you know what, I got work to do.”
“You can call them ghosts, if you’d like, or as I like to call them, 'the living-impaired.’”
“No such thing as ghosts?”
“I can’t even eat anything now!”
“Can’t anyone see me?”
“You can see me?”
“You can’t hear me?”
“Thought I was gone, didn’t you?”

Non-Assosiated Ones

“What is that!”
“I-I’m a monster…”
“Are you sick or something?”
“Is anyone safe?”
“I thought you were dead!”
“Are you alright after that person bit you last night?”
“You’ve been acting strange ever since that kid bit you yesterday.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I thought they only existed in stories!”
“I thought I killed you already!”
“Why won’t you just die!”
“I thought they only did that in movies?!”
“No! I can’t shot you! I won’t!”
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“You’re in danger”

potrix-the-queerschlaeger  asked:

Fluffy prompt? Fluffy prompt! Rhodey and Tony being together since their MIT years. They married as soon as they could, and are still hopelessly in love after ~30 years. One of these perfect, almost sickeningly sweet couples. Just. Happiness.

A/N: Take 1.3k of teeth-rotting fluff. Also on Ao3!

“I know it doesn’t mean anything, you know, officially, legally, but,” Rhodey swallows thickly, unreasonably nervous. “It means a lot to me.”

Tony glances between the ring and his face, his expression blank, and Rhodey flashes back, suddenly, to the night two years ago when Tony, drunk and despondent after visiting his parents, swore that he would never get married. Still, he can’t back out now, can’t pretend it’s just a joke, because they’ve been secretly dating for over a year now, coffee between classes and movies cuddled up on their ratty couch, and Rhodey’s committed to this, committed to Tony, and besides. The ring cost an entire paycheck.

Slowly, Tony grins, and Rhodey dares to breathe. “Yeah. Yeah, you sappy idiot, alright. I’ll marry you.”

Rhodey laughs, disbelieving, delighted, and sweeps Tony into his arms. Tony grins into the kiss, and, wow. They’re gonna be alright.

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Xbox Round Up

They say that they’re driven by the ability to empower developers, to delight gamers, and making better hardware. Let’s see how they do.

Xbox One X: Please fire the person naming your systems; this is literally so bad ugH. Their smallest and most powerful system, which one would expect but it’s still nice to hear. I think it’s 500 dolla’ which means I’m totes not going to buy it right away. comes out on November 7th.

Forza 7: Sure is Forza. But one of the few games with some gameplay shown. The environments and weather effects are truly beautiful, but Forza is always beautiful.

Metro Exodus: Who’s ready for some more postapocalyptic bullshit!? No, it looks okay? But damned if I didn’t think “This looks like if Fallout 4 was good” when I first saw it.

Assassin’s Creed Origins: So we got our first  AssCreed game in Egypt, huh. I’m proud of you, Ubi: I didn’t see a single white person in that entire trailer. I still don’t trust you enough to believe that you actually got input from people who live  in Egypt/Egyptians who know ancient Egyptian history. The bird tech looks sweet though. 

Player Unknown Battlegrounds: There it is.

Deep Rock Galactic: Some sort of multiplayer mining game? With combat! And dwarves! It looks pretty fun, but like it’d get boring quickly. 

State of Decay 2: I didn’t play the first one, so idk what all is different. I’m so tired of zombie games, though. You get to make a base in this game, and… die?

The Darwin Project: Another game with actual gameplay. Looks like a class-based fighter thing…. like PUBG with set characters and tech. Is there a name for that genre? Either way, it looks fun. 

More Minecraft: Cross-play and 4k graphics update. Cool.

Dragonball Fighter Z: Cool looking DBZ fighter. 

Black Desert Online: It’s what you can expect

The Last Night: Beautiful pixel art, but who knows what it’s about. Something about the yakuza maybe?

The Artful Escape of Francis Vendetti: Music based platformer? It looks really fun to play. I hope it doesn’t take itself too seriously, though. Getting major Rayman Legends post-boss vibes, here. 

Code Vein:  Some sort of JRPG? I’ll probably end up playing it–I’m already in love  with one of the characters whoops–but the art design looks uninspired. 

Sea of Thieves: Still looks fun. I’m REALLY glad that the lady characters have more than one body type: muscle pirate ladies are great. 

Tacoma: Still looks as cool as it did last year. 

Super Lucky’s Tale: A kid’s game I guess? Despite how much he looks like Tails, it looks like a really fun platformer that’s a needed departure from hyperrealism and that stuff.


Crackdown 3: I don’t know anything about this series either, but using Tarry Crews as your hype guy makes me wish I did. I can’t tell if there’s a character creator, or if the main group of people you play as just happen to not all be white dudes. 

Indie @ Microsoft:

  • Osiris
  • Raiders
  • Unruly Heores
  • Path of Exile
  • Battlerite
  • Surviving Mars
  • Fable Fortune (Oh my god Fable what have they done to you)
  • Observer
  • Robocraft Infinity
  • Dunk Lords
  • Minion Masters
  • Brawlout
  • Ooblets (Looks super adorable!)
  • Dark and Light
  • Strange Brigade
  • Riverbond (looks a little like minecraft, but more stylish)
  • Hello Neighbor
  • Shift
  • Conan Exiles

Ashen: Some sort of ruin-hunting dungeon crawler? It’s intriguing–I want to hear more.

Life is Strange Before the Storm: Prequel to Life Is Strange. I’ll watch someone play it, but I don’t care about Rachel Amber. 

Shadow of War: More Shadows of Mordor. It would look really cool if it wasn’t essentially “brainwashing: the game”. Like, let me prove myself to the orcs to get their allegiance. OR DO ANYTHING COOL. Also the main character still looks hella boring. 

Ori and The Will of The Wisps: I can only imagine it will be as beautiful as the first game. 

Anthem: Open world; ever-changing. I know the presenter didn’t mean “extra ordinary” but, sweetie, it ain’t wrong. Using white people to sell a Middle Eastern/India-inspired cityscape is not a good sign. Also really… really this is just like Destiny. It seems so much like Destiny that I’m already tired of this game. 

Other Thoughts: I appreciate the effort in putting gender and race diversity in the presentation and games. There’s a ways to go, but man, it’s nice to see some different faces on stage and on screen. 

Final Opinion:

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Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: heLLO ok thsi chapters a little anti phan cause     . reasons but it will sort itself out i promise



Chapter Five

“What happened to Mr. Darcy?” Adam eyes Dan’s significantly sloppier outfit choice as he collapses on the sofa next to him. “Off to find Jane Eyre?" 

"Wrong novel.” Dan corrects through a mouthful of the neatly arranged pretzels he’d attacked on the coffee table in front of them both; being amidst other fancy canapés and weird vol-au-vents (whatever the hell they even are), pretzels are the only normal option available. 

“Well sorry, Mr. Straight A student.” Adam widens his eyes sarcastically, holding his hands up in a ‘surrender’ motion. 

“It doesn’t take ultimate success in English Literature to have a very basic character knowledge of a few books." 

"Would you know the characters of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by heart if you’d never read it?" 

"We’re not comparing Charlotte Bronte to Roald bloody Dahl.” Dan glares at his older brother, snatching another handful of pretzels. 

“Mum’s gonna kill you.” Adam winces disapprovingly at Dan’s actions. 

“I haven’t eaten all day.” Dan responds. “The kitchen’s full." 

"And you think she won’t notice that?” He gestures to the bowl, the pretzel presentation being considerably dented as a result of Dan’s hunger. 

“Does she want me to die?" 

"She might do if she sees that.” Adam slaps his hand away as he attempts to give one of the canapés a go. “Stop it. They’ll be here soon.”

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how can people say that they like cas and that they care about cas and that they’re cas girls when their usernames and journal titles and queue tags and shit are “baby in a trenchcoat”-centric though.

like that was a not a cutesy line. that was not dean calling cas ~*~his baby.~*~ that was dean saying that cas is basically useless without his powers. that was dean verbally abusing cas.

not to mention:

cas was visibly upset at dean calling him that and cas being upset was even pointed out to dean by sam. even if dean meant it in any kind of positive context, WHICH HE DID NOT, that should still be overridden by the fact that cas was upset by what dean said.

and not only that but despite knowing that it hurt cas, dean later—intentionally—went on to say “you know who whines? babies” to cas. at which point cas was upset again:

just, ugh, seriously. can people stop romanticizing that line. can people stop celebrating dean abusing cas already. ffs.