this building confuses me

History Skill

So I’m DMing my steampunk campaign when…

Me: You’re driving down the winding streets of the fabled clockwork city of New Albion. The chaotic twists don’t detract from-

Cleric, somewhat new: How old is that building?

Me, confused: It’s uh… Come again?

Cleric: That building, *physically pointing* how old is it? I want to use my history skill.

Me: *Pinching my brow* You’re not actually pointing at… Which building?

Cleric: Any of them. I just really want to use my history skill.

Me: Well you have to pick- OK. Well there’s Parliament, where you’re headed, there’s a ton of storefronts, there’s an ancient looking spire clock tower, a-

Cleric: That one! I uh, the clock tower!

Me: OK, roll.

Cleric: *rolls* I got a seven.

Me, trying not to sound exasperated: What’s your bonus?

Cleric: *ruffles through papers* It’s uh… Minus 1.

(everyone stares at each other for a while)

Me: Man it’s been there for at least… months.

Anyway we have a new running joke in the campaign.

Unexpected coachsurfing

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 
Word Count: 2.5k+
Warning: Language, fluff, smut 

Summary: You travel to New York but you screw your airbnb booking, so you have two choices. The first one is spending the whole night on the streets alone. The second one is accepting the kind, utterly handsome stranger’s offer and stay at his place…

A/N: Hey Guys! It is my very first story in English, I hope you will enjoy it! Any comments are highly appreciated! Thanks for reading it!
Huge thanks to @littlemissavenger and @painfullythickimagines for helping me with this story!

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

I was standing in front of the door with a shocked expression on my face, amazed at how I’d screwed this up. How I’d managed to mix up the dates? I looked down to my phone, to check my AirBnb account once again. My booking was there… Only the date was wrong; It started from tomorrow. I covered my face with my palms and walked out to the street. Alright, so I’m here, in New York at 6:30pm and I need to find a place to sleep very quick! I was lucky I found some wifi, so I could check couch surfing websites for something cheap.

It was an hour ago that I sat down on the bench in front of the McDonald’s but except for my growing hunger nothing has changed.

‘I just give up!’ I sighed and covered my face in my palms. ‘I’m gonna sleep under a bridge.’ I jumped up from the bench pulling my backpack with me to find a suitable bridge to sleep under. I was scared… I was really scared and angry at myself. I was all alone in city I have never been to before, with only a backpack and a dying battery. 34%… Awesome. I slip it into my pocket and thread my fingers into my hair.

‘Are you lost? Do you need help?’ A stranger is standing next to me, looking down at me curiously.

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Dylan Strome

Request: could you maybe write a dylan strome imagine? where the reader is comforting him after the loss the other day? I’m hoping you weren’t expecting cute fluffy stuff, because I definitely did NOT go in that direction haha

Please keep sending in requests! Some of them are going to be so fun to try and write! Also, I know I don’t allow anon asks/requests but I will never disclose to anyone who requested what. I’ve had a couple people message me that they feel uncomfortable sending in requests because they can’t do it on anon. Never feel uncomfortable requesting something! If I think I can do the idea justice, I’ll go for it! 


I bite my lip as I watch the final seconds on the clock tick down.  A deficit too large to overcome with the remaining seconds.  I slump back in my seat as the final horn sounds and the fans around me erupt into cheering and clapping, another one the annoying things of being at an away game, especially during the playoffs.  

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She’s something else

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Mild swearing, takes place in a strip club

Word count: 892

Request: by @insanitycreatesmonsters 
Please can you write this one shot for me!!! So I had this idea of the avengers needing to recruit people for this mission, and tony knows a girl who is as good as natasha who is working undercover at basically a strip club type place. And so they all go there to find her yet tony only says something like you’ll know her when you see her about her appearance and bucky ends up finding her first but with the style of the song ‘Guys My Age’ by Hey Violet when the bass drops. Thankss!!! xxx

A/N: Sorry it’s so short but I hope you like it!

Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Bucky’s POV

“Natasha is still injured from our last mission, so we are going to need someone with similar skill sets who would be available to join the team for a short time. Does anyone have any recommendations?” Fury questioned with his powerful voice. The whole team was stationed in the mission briefing room. In two days we were leaving to shut down a small hydra op in the Canadian wilderness.

Thinking over Fury’s question, we all looked at each other seemingly not coming up with any ideas. That is until Tony’s eyes widened and caught all of our attention.

“Oh, I think I’ve got someone” Tony beamed. “Her name is Y/N L/N and I’ve seen her in the field before. She’s practically unstoppable. The last I heard was that she was undercover, but I’m sure she’d be able to help us out for a few days if our good pal Director Fury here could track her down for us” Tony smirked. I, for one, was a little shocked that Tony actually had a good idea. Fury agreed to his plan and set out to find whoever Y/N is.

While Fury did his research to find Y/N, the rest of us went into the common area to watch some TV and hang out.

“So Tony, what’s Y/N like?” I asked him, suddenly becoming curious of the new woman who I would have to spend quite a bit of time with.

“Completely badass, stubborn, and incredibly charming which is odd to say about a professional assassin” Tony stated. He seemed pretty fond of the girl. 

Just then Fury burst into the room and ordered everyone to get dressed. She was working undercover somewhere downtown. We were heading out to find her.

The van screeched to a halt in front of a slinky, low lit building. We were in an area of the city that I had never been to before, which was saying something, because I grew up here. As we all got out of the car and approached the building Steve shot me a confused look. I shrugged back at him and continued forward with the rest of the team.

“Alright everyone, I need you to split up and try and find her. She’s in there somewhere” Fury stated and then started towards the door. I went to follow Fury until I remembered something.

“Hey Tony, what does she look like? I’m gonna need to be able to recognize her somehow.”

“Trust me kid” Tony said and clapped me on the shoulder. “You’ll know her when you see her.”

What does he mean? Whatever I guess I’ll find out.

As I opened the door to the building, the immediate smell of alcohol was shocking. Low rhythmic music flowed throughout the surprisingly large space and women with glitter under their eyes danced on stages. They were also just barely clothed. It was hard for me not to stare, but in my defense no one had prepared me for this.

I was raised in a time when seeing a girl in a one piece bathing suit was sports illustrated worthy. Yet, here I was surrounded by beautiful, half naked women. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t affected at least a little by their presence. 

Steve looked at me from across the room with severely reddened cheeks. His eyes were wide and I’m sure mine looked the same. Soon Tony grabbed Steve by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the other end of the floor.

As I slowly adjusted to my environment, I began to scan the room for someone who I believed could be Y/N but no one in particular caught my eye. That was until I moved toward the back of the room. That was her

The song changed as she came into view. It was slower and more seductive. Her hips swayed to a different rhythm and her leg hooked around the pole to her right as she swung to the ground. She gracefully rose back up and her eyes met mine. Must’ve caught me staring. She winked seductively and resumed moving her body in ways I didn’t think possible until that moment.

The curves of her body and the way her hair fell made her absolutely breathtaking. Everything about her drew me in. The heat rose to my cheeks as the bass of the music vibrated the floor.

 I approached the stage and Y/N held out her hand for me to take. I was confused for a moment before she hopped down from the stage and used my hand for support. She looked me up and down and smiled.

“So, you must be James. Fury called and gave me a briefing about the team” she smirked keeping up her attitude from on stage, but speaking to me low enough that no one would hear her. She was undercover after all.

“Uh Bucky” I stuttered out.

“Hm?” she questioned.

“Call me Bucky” I said slowly gaining some confidence.

“Alright Bucky. Let’s get out of here before we draw any suspicion” she whispered with a smirk. Y/N gripped my hand and pulled me towards the exit still maintaining her attitude. As I got another good look at her all I could think was holy shit I’m in deep.

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First date, Magnus and Alex

Ahhh yaasss!!! :DDD

Honestly? Alex didn’t know what to expect when she decided to put Magnus out of his misery and asked him to be her boyfriend. Honestly, she should’ve  known when his face lit up, brighter than the sun. She should’ve known  when he grabbed her hand from underneath the table at breakfast, blushing like the adorable nerd he was.

But she didn’t know, which means she’s in for the biggest surprise of her life.

It started when none other than Magnus Chase showed up at her door, fidgeting with the helm of his sweatshirt, not meeting her eyes. He opened his mouth and what came out was just barely words.

“OkaysoIwasthinkingearlieraboutstuffandIrealisedthatwe’veneveractuallybeenonadateand–” Sometimes, even when Magnus tried to give off the impression that he was fearless, he got worked up like this. The first time it happened, a sort of mini panic attack, Alex didn’t know how to calm him down, how to help him. It broke her heart in ways she couldn’t even explain. But now she could help him, even when it got worse than this.

“Magnus. Stop. Take a deep breath….” Magnus does what she says, letting the oxygen return to his lungs.

“Now. Tell me what you came to say slowly,” Alex says, emphasising the last word. Sometimes, Magnus said twenty words a minute, and he didn’t realize it. It made Alex giggle in a way she never wanted to again. 

“Alex Fierro… Will you go on a date with me?” Frick. He did it in that innocent voice like a two year old asking their mom for a cookie paired with the puppy eyes. Oh gods, kill her now.

Magnus clears his throat, letting her know he was still there. She realises she’s been staring at a plant, her jaw open wide. She looks back into his marvelous grey eyes, her heart stuttering. Stupid feelings.

She smiles at him, sunshine lighting in her heart.

“Sure!” she says. And oh gods…. his smile is the best thing that has ever happen to her. 

When Magnus said “date,” Alex assumed it would be something lame and stereotypical, like a movie or just grabbing a cup of coffee at the cafe down the street. But no. She should’ve known Magnus Chase would strive for more.

“Magnus. Where are you taking me?” He smirks.

“You’ll see.” They round the corner and stop in front of an abandoned building. Alex looks at Magnus, confused.

“Did you take me here to kill me?” she says, sounding deeply concerned. 

“You’re already dead,” Magnus says.

“Did you take me here to kill me?” Alex repeats. Magnus shakes his head, giggling a little.

“No. At least, I hope not.” Alex nods her head. 

“Well that still doesn’t explain why we are here.”

“It’s a surprise,” Magnus says giddily. 

“But we’re already here. It’s  not a secret that you’re taking me to an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere.”

“Just…. let’s go inside.”

“Are you kidding me? That place is haunted,” Alex says, eyeing it warily.

“What? You scared?” He wiggles his eyebrows. She slaps his arm.

“No. I just don’t want to be that girl.”

“What girl?

The one who goes in a haunted building because her boyfriend says it’ll be fun and then they die. Gods haven’t you seen Supernatural?” Magnus snorts. 

“You know I don’t watch all that creepy junk you watch. Plus, it’s not haunted. I checked.”

“Awwwww you do love me!” Magnus blushes. He tentatively grabs Alex’s hand and brings her inside. It’s dark. 

“Well isn’t this room lovely,” she says sarcastically. “Black. My favourite colour.”

“I thought it was green.”

“Shut up Maggie that’s not the point.” He let’s go of her hands.

“Magnus? I swear if you’re going to kill me I will not hesitate to chop your head off like I did last Friday–” the lights flicker to life, illuminating the room, revealing…. oh gods.

The room is something that should be ugly and old like the rest of the building, but someone transformed it into something…. how do you describe it? Beautiful? Artistic? Lovely? Obviously, a lot of work went into it.

It’s a mural. A mural of Norse mythology is painted directly onto the wall, slowly fading away as it drifts onto the other walls. In the center is a large tree, it’s willowy branches curving and spiraling up and up, curling onto the ceiling. It was as if it was actually alive, making the room smell like forest and rain. Around the tree are animals, their features set in ferocious ways. Alex could practically hear their growls.

And in the center of the room was a pottery wheel. A pottery wheel. Not some cheap-o one that Alex has been trying to use for ages but a real life one. There where shelves stocked with paintbrushes and easels and all kinds of clay carving instruments. Tucked in a corner where stools and just…. it was an art room. It was better than she could’ve ever imagine. She walked over to her wall, pressing her hand to the painting, feeling the bumps from all the different brush strokes. 

“Did you…. did you paint this?” Alex asks. Magnus bites his lip, then nods his head. 

“Oh my gods….”

“What? Is it bad?” He’s playing with the helm of his sweatshirt again. 

“Magnus it’s…. beautiful.” That wasn’t a word that Alex threw around often. The word “beautiful” was meant to be saved for a time you really meant it, or else it wouldn’t be special anymore. That was why Magnus’s face lit up like a paper held over a match, bubbling joy spreading across his lips. Gods it was cute. 

“You-you think so?” he says shyly. Obviously he hasn’t shown many people his artwork. Alex turns to him, so he can see the absolute seriousness on her face, an expression that wasn’t there often.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Magnus looked at the floor, obviously trying to hide a blush. 

“I was just thinking that…. you know…. maybe you wanted to have an art studio or something….” Alex gets a wide grin on her face that let’s you know that you made her happy. The purest of happiness. 

She rushes forward and throws her arms around Magnus, who puts his hands out in surprise. Hesitantly, he puts them around her. 

“Thank you,” she whispers in his ear. It sends chills down his back. She pulls away, looking around, seeming to try and figure out what to do first. Her eyes light up with child like glee that tells Magnus that he did the right thing. Thank the gods for once he did the right thing. 

“Will you teach me how to paint?” she says, practically bouncing. Magnus giggles. 

“Only if you’ll teach me how to make a pot.”

In the end, neither of them succeeded in trying out the other’s talent. Magnus’ pot looked like a blob and Alex ended up getting frustrated with the painting and messing it up entirely. But either way, they had fun doing it, music blaring in the background, (they both had the same taste. Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco) and laughter bubbling in their throats. The rhythmic pattern of brushstrokes and and moving their hands up and down the vase soothed them and they let their lips crack into broad grins as they realised that they where meant to be. 

How’s that anon? U like?? :DD

Send me a word + a ship and I’ll make a fanfic out of it

What If

Context: Robert misses the phone call from Aaron.

“He said he was fine Liv stop panicking.” Robert heard Chas say as he entered the back room.

“Who said he was fine?” Robert questioned earning a concerned look from Chas, she looked lost for words as she went to respond to his question. As she opened her mouth to speak they both heard Liv speak up from the sofa where she has been sat quietly, tears forming in her eyes.

“Aaron. He rang just then.” She muttered, voice full of sadness, “I’m going out, don’t follow me.” She stated standing up and pushing her way past Robert so she could be on her own, both Robert and Chas knowing sometimes she needed time to clear her head.

Liv’s departure left an awkward silence in the room, Chas not knowing what to say to Robert and Robert too shocked to speak. After a minute or so he managed to muddle a sentence together,

“He rang? And you didn’t let me know?” He asked, confusion and anger building in his voice.

“Robert, he only had a few minutes to speak, we barely spoke to him – “Chas began to explain.

“- Well you had more time to speak to him than I did!” He interrupted her raising his voice, “You know what, forget it…” He whispered as if he had no energy left to argue, turning away and going upstairs.

A few minutes passed and Chas was still unable to get the wallowing feeling of guilt out of her system, regretting not letting Robert know Aaron rang, she knew they must be desperate to hear each other’s voices and she felt as if she was to blame.

She decided she needed to apologise to him, she couldn’t imagine how empty he must be feeling without Aaron around every day, especially after knowing what he was like after Aaron went to France a few months ago. 

She walked upstairs and knocked gently on their bedroom door, hearing a quiet mumble in response which she took as an invitation to come in. As she entered the room she spotted Robert sat on the edge of his and Aaron’s bed, his head looking to the floor and messing with his wedding ring.

“What’s –“She began to question as she noticed she had sat on something which was hidden under the covers, pulling it out he noticed the familiar jumper – one of Aaron’s.

“Smells like him,” Robert laughed shyly, thinking Chas would judge him, “Stops me missing him as much.”

“Really?” Chas questioned not believing him. Robert raised his head and looked at her, knowing lying was pointless before shaking his head.

“No, nothing stops me missing him.” He muttered, now holding the jumper in his hands.

“I’m sorry love,” Chas began to say, noticing the sunken expression on Robert’s face, “I should’ve come and found you. If it helps,” she continued when Robert didn’t speak, “He said he’s fine, he’s doing okay, that’s something right?”

“Since when is fine actually fine when it comes to Aaron, you know him, there’s no way he’d let you know if he wasn’t alright, he wouldn’t want to scare you.” Robert explained, Chas not denying anything he was saying, “I’m so worried about him Chas.”

Chas noticed the tears forming in Roberts eyes which he was trying desperately to fight back,

“What if – “Robert began to say, stopping to take a breath in an attempt to suppress his tears, “What if he starts hurting himself again, or worse tries to kill himself, no one’s there to help him Chas he’s on his own.” Chas could see the tears starting to escape Roberts eyes.

“He won’t.” She tried to reassure him and herself.

“How can you be sure?” He asked, almost begging for an answer.

“Honestly, I can’t. But this time’s different, he’s got Liv, a whole life waiting for him, and he’s got you.” She whispered as Robert’s eyes met hers, he looked like a lost little boy with no idea of what to do.

“What if he thinks I don’t care, I wasn’t there when he called, he might think I’ve gone off with someone or what if – “Robert began to panic.

“- Listen. Aaron knows how much you love him, how could he not after everything you’ve done for him. He’ll understand, plus you’re going seeing him next week aren’t you? You can tell him everything then can’t you, yeah?” Chas tried to calm him down, Robert nodding in agreement with her.

“Why are you being so nice?” He tried to joke.

“Well I’ve got to mother somebody around, here haven’t I?” She smiled, gaining a soft smile from Robert in return before his face was filled with that lost look again.

“I just want him home.” Robert muttered, biting his lip in attempt to stop crying, Chas being unable to resist and wrapping an arm around him. She had noticed for the past few days how sad Robert had looked all the time, walking around aimlessly, his face full of despair and struggle, obviously, Robert being Robert he would try to hide it as much as he could.

She didn’t know how to help him, she couldn’t imagine how he felt but for now, in this moment, all she could do was give him something he had needed for a very long time, she gave him a hug, and let him know he wasn’t alone…

“Me too love,” She whispered, “Me too.”

Let me know if you’re enjoying this more Robert focused fic series. Hope this was okay!

anonymous asked:

I think the door's blue on the inside, and black on the outside. I'm pretty sure the floor in the two pictures look the same

Ahh, yeah I see. I think what confused me is that, where the bar of the window in the doors are, seemed like it has a glass of a different color

when in the other takes there’s no glass, Maybe is a color mistake that makes look the building in the back darker. 

Promised ~ pt.1

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: OFC x Stiles (and other TW characters)

Rating: Mature 18+

Word Count: 4202

A/N: This is a AU multi. There will be smut but I wanted to try to build it a little. So here it goes, hope y’all like it!

Fate is believed to be the hidden power that controls what happens in the future. But is it real? Is there someone, or something, each one of us is destined for? Some people believe yes. Others, like me, not so much. I just think that everyone is responsible for their own life, their future, not some force that determines how they’re meant to spend their life.

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Baron | Addicted | Corbin


Omg I love your writing so much. Could you write one with Baron Corbin, where someone walks in on a heated moment backstage, and you get embarrassed but Baron comforts you? Tysm << additional notes << reader is in a relationship with Dolph Ziggler but he’s caught by reader with another girl backstage and Baron swoops in to save the day… with his glorious cock. (fluffy smutty goodness))


3,433 sinful words.. again, i got carried away. I really really hope you like this, you awesome shaded sinner !!!


Baron Corbin - WWE


SMUT AHEAD! There. I warned you. Lots and lots of smut. And angst. And fluff. And a rare look at Baron not being such the epic badass that we all love him being, maybe?


oral, fingering, teasing, biting/marking, dirty talk.



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Got7 reaction when you move to Korea

If you haven’t already read part one first ^-^

Thank you so much for the request I hope you like it <3

JB: *You’d make a surprise arrival at the Got7 dorm only to be greeted by JB, he’d ask what you were doing back and that he thought you went back home, you explain how you wanted to stay in Korea and be able to see him and the guys more often and after his confession to you it made you 100% sure that you defiantly wanted to stay. He’d be so happy he wouldn’t have any words so he’d pull you into a hug before you pull back a little to plant a small kiss on his lips in response to his confession from the airport*

Yugyeom:  *The group and himself would be practising the dances for their new upcoming comeback and receives a text from an unknown number, ‘Meet  me outside the JYP building’. confused, he’d excuse himself the room and walks outside to be greeted by you, smiling at him. He smiles and goes really shy, walking towards you with his arms out, with his eyes watering a little* You came back? I’ve missed you so much

Youngjae: *He’d be arriving back from a tour and he hasn’t stopped thinking about you the day he met you. He wanted to call you a few times but didn’t due to the fact that he’d be embarrassed. The car pulled up outside JYP, they went inside and as they got the their dorm, Youngjae couldn’t believe his eyes… You were there… Actually there. He laughs and starts blushing a little* “Y/N, I thought… But how?… *You walked over to him and he took your hand gently, pulling you into a cuddle as he kisses your cheek* I’ve missed you 

Y/N: I’ve missed you too Youngjae

Jinyoung: *You’d have told the other members that you moved to Korea but you made sure they kept it quiet from Jr since you wanted to surprise him. All of you planned for you to turn up at practice. When you turned up out of no where all the guys acted surprised and they all looked at Jr who stood there not knowing what to think he didn’t know if he should be confused or happy. He’d walk towards you unable to get his words out. You explain why you were there and in your explanation you tell him how you felt about his little confession before you left and you confessed yourself resulting in you not even being able to finish your sentence because he would have quickly connected his lips with yours to show how much he still loved you*

Bambam: *He’d be walking around Seoul when he saw someone who looked vaguely familiar to him not knowing it was you. He would avoid approaching you for a bit until he couldn’t take it any more, he would need to know of it was you or not to settle his nerves. He’d tap you on the shoulder and when his eyes meet yours he’s be so amazed at your sudden appearance that he wouldn’t know where to start, in the end he’d start with asking what you were doing back so soon and why you didn’t let him know. You explain your whole moving to Korea story and how you didn’t tell him yet because you wanted to wait until you knew how to tell him how you felt before seeing him. He’d be so happy at your somewhat confession back to him he wouldn’t waste any more time  and he’d pull you into him and kiss you.

Jackson:  *He’d be just heading out of his room in the dorm when he saw someone, a girl he think he knows outside talking to Mark. He quickly tries to catch them up before the girl goes off and as he steps outside the door, you turn around and see him. His face lights up and he can’t believe that you came back, running over to you, he picks you up, hugging you and repeating how much he missed you*  You came back! I missed you so much!

Mark: *You hadn’t long been living in Korea when you decided to text Mark and tell him to go the cafe closest to JYP, that’s when you’d surprise him with your sudden presence in Korea. He’d run to the cafe after getting your text and when he burst through the door his eyes would meet you and he’d be so happy to see you again, he’d tell you all that you missed while you were gone and would ask why you were back and when you tell him you’ve moved to Korea to be with him he’d be a bit shocked at first but he’d soon come to his senses and hug you before whispering to you* I love you 


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Imagine: when Kaneki and the gang escape, they lay low for a couple days. Touka decides to take Kaneki with her on her visit to the hospital. (for the people who speculate Hide being the one in the hospital that Touka was visiting)

 It’s kinda long so under the cut….and I didn’t really edit it and I haven’t written anything in a while and yeah I hope it’s not too bad o(-( XD

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Ok so first of all I’m not quite sure how I should run this blog but for now it’ll probably be sporadic updates and other posts I like I guess?? Sorry I’m not used to tumblr I mainly use instagram.
I was late to 2 classes and nearly missed the second one entirely. I should be used to how the buildings are laid out after 2 years but thus place never ceases to confuse me and the science building is just strange (it’s probably just The Cult™)

I just finished a physics paper, but now I’m kinda hopped up on caffeine and gave nothing to do all evening. I was thinking of hitting up a party but I can’t really get wasted bc I have a math test tomorrow, so I’d be open to hanging out if anyone wants to.

Kind (Barry Allen x Reader)

A/N: Another original idea! Requests are still open! So you are welcome to send them in! Love you!

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: swear words

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

             The day was sunny and my sense of direction was fucked up. I had no idea where I was and where I was actually going. It didn’t really help that I was new to the Central City and my phone has just died few minutes earlier. I looked at the useless device in my hand cursing myself that I forgot to charge it.

             Sure Y/N, go out, see the new city, forget that your battery was dying and get lost. I shook my head looking at the shops around me. I knew what I had to do. I had to find a book shop with maps. Yes, I was going to be old-fashioned and buy a map. People used to use only these and find their way around. Why couldn’t I? It was going to be great. I would get in touch with part of history… see the city I just moved into… It was going to be just peachy.

             After acquiring the map, I spent good ten minutes orientating myself around. I pin-pointed my location and the location of Central City Museum and I was good to go. With a map in my hand and proud/scared look on my face I started walking, looking at the piece of paper every few seconds, knowing well that I would lose myself otherwise.

             I had a good feeling that I was getting closer, or that I might have walked in a completely different direction. I didn’t know. The map didn’t have the small blue dot that I was so used to. I began to think, how easy I had it with my phone, which was doing literally everything for me. I thanked silently the people who came up with smartphones, for making my life that much easier.

             Lost in thought and in my map I bumped into someone. I lost my balance and I was almost 100% sure I was going to end up on the ground, somehow doubting that the map would cushion my fall.

‘Woah!’ I heard the male voice and I was balanced by the owner of it.

             I crashed the map in my hands and felt my cheeks burning bright red. I looked up and saw the most beautiful being I have ever seen. He was tall, his eyes were shining like two emerald crystals and his brown messy hair were sticking out in all directions. I kind of wanted to touch them. I looked at his full, pink lips and licked mine. I was so done.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked looking at me intensively.

             I was mute. I didn’t know what to say, I could only stare into those mesmerizing eyes. I needed to get my shit together and fast, because that beautiful human being just spoke to me and I needed to stop staring at him like a creep, I probably was.

‘Yeah… sorry’ I said quietly, feeling stupid ‘It’s just that bloody map was in a way… and I wasn’t looking where I was going and my phone died and I just moved here and they have this new exhibition in the museum and I wanted to see it before they closed it, but now I realise that I’m probably lost cause for the life of me I can’t find my way without my phone… I’m sorry, I’m a mess.’

             Woah. Great. I just told this total stranger my whole life story, it was going so great. I felt my cheeks getting even redder and I wondered how that was even possible. I looked like a tomato and I knew that it wasn’t my best look.

             I looked up at him and I could see traces of laughter in his eyes.

‘For one, CC museum is that way’ he pointed towards the direction I just came from.

             I hung my head down and shook it. I just made myself look like a complete idiot. He probably thought my sense of direction was really bad. Which was not wrong, but I didn’t necessarily want him to know that. Not yet anyways.

‘I’m passing it on my way to work, if you want I can take you there’ he said.

             I blinked few times, trying so hard not to overanalyse what that meant. He was just a kind soul, that took pity on me. It was on his way to work; it didn’t mean anything. It definitely didn’t give me the right to think about how beautiful our future children would be and the wedding march should not be playing in my head.

‘It is so kind of you’ I said, struggling with the map to put it back the way I found it.

‘I’m Barry, by the way’ he said, extending his hand towards me.

             I took it, shaking it lightly. Barry was an old man’s name. But it was not going to be an issue for me. Not with that beautiful smile of his.

             Y/N. Chill the hell out. He is just a strange man, who you just met. He literally did not give you any reason to fall in love with him. Well, except his face and his kindness. I wanted to be Mrs Barry so much.

‘I’m Y/N’ I said, smiling. ‘I’m sorry for bumping into you like that…’

‘Well, in all honesty, I bumped into you, cause I was on my phone’ he laughed awkwardly.

             I looked at him for few seconds and chuckled. There was no awkwardness between us. Normally when I talked to new people I had this feeling I was doing something really wrong. It wasn’t the case with him. I felt comfortable, I felt like I could tell him anything. And that scared me a bit, since I literally knew him for five minutes.

‘Well, Barry, I forgive you’ I said laughing.

‘But seriously, the map? Couldn’t you get a battery pack for your phone or something?’ he asked.

             I blinked few times. Yeah, I was really slow. That thought didn’t even cross my mind. The moment my phone died, my brain went straight to a map. Well done, Y/N, well fucking done.

‘I guess I wanted to feel like I was living in 2000s…’ I joked, chuckling ‘Okay, I didn’t really think about that.’

             He stopped and I looked at him confused. He showed me the huge building with the Central City Museum carved into it. I just overshot it by mere 200 meters. What was even more embarrassing, I probably passed it on my way. And I missed it. I missed a huge building. How did I even manage to do that, I had no idea.

‘See, I wasn’t that far off’ I said.

             I really didn’t want him to go. Our encounter was really brief, but it felt right. It felt like I was supposed to bump into him on that day. My phone was supposed to die and I was supposed to meet Barry.

‘Well, that’s where I leave you’ he announced, hesitantly, giving me his hand. ‘It was nice to meet you, Y/N’

‘Likewise’ I shook his hand.

             He nodded, let go off my hand and turned around. I tried to stifle the sadness which took over my heart when I saw him walking away. I felt really stupid, since I really didn’t know anything about him, but it just felt wrong. Him walking away felt wrong.

             He turned around and looked at me, making up his mind.

‘Y/N, can I have your number?’ he said, confidence evident in his voice ‘I don’t want you getting lost again… And I could show you around Central City… If you would like that, I mean.’

             Thank god.

‘Yeah, I’d like that’ I smiled.


Requests are still opeeen! My Masterlist. And Prompts and Prompts 2

Eventful start of the day. Came into the office and in the building lobby was a poor little chickadee, all confused and trapped. So me, another woman who was leaving (she was looking at me like I was nuts til I pointed out the bird. She seemed okay after that XD) and 2 of the cleaning staff managed after half an hour to gently wrangle the little thing outside to be free.

I hope Deer Mom is proud of this dumb office lady.

Ridiculous Sentence Prompts--Barry

Originally posted by telefilmaddictedforever

“Barry, I need you to act like my boyfriend, okay?“ You asked as the two of you neared your building.

"What?” Barry asked confused.

“There’s a dude here who keeps asking me out and no matter how many times I turn him down he keeps at it. Last week I told him I had a boyfriend and he backed off temporarily, but I could tell he wasn’t totally sold on the idea.” You informed your best friend.

“Is that why you had me walk you to work today? I thought something was fishy, you never ask me to walk you. Why me? Couldn’t you have asked Cisco or anyone else?” Barry asked as he paused in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Well I would’ve but Cisco’s not very intimidating, then, of course, I could have asked Wells but he’s in old enough to practically be my father, I have the same problem with Joe, and Eddie’s taken, so no, there was no one else. Barry if you’re uncomfortable with this then you don’t have to go through with it.” You told him as you noticed the look that crossed his face.

“No, no, I can do it, you just caught me off guard.” Barry said continuing the walk.

As the two of you got closer to the building you took Barry’s hand. “Just in case he’s outside.” You told Barry before he could voice his question aloud.

You knew Barry liked you, and, to be honest, your feelings for him weren’t completely platonic either, but that wasn’t why you’d asked Barry to help you with your persistent co-worker, you didn’t like to admit when you needed help, but with Barry, it was never an issue.

“I’ll walk you all the way up.” Barry said as he opened the door for you, you couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face.

The two of you made small talk as you clocked in and made your way to the elevator to head up to your floor.

“(y/n).” You heard a voice call out your name cheerfully. You let out a sigh and you and Barry turned to where the voice came from. “Derek, hey.” You said faking a smile.

“Who’s this?” Derek asked wasting no time.

“Derek, this is my boyfriend Barry. Barry this is Derek, he’s one of my co-workers.” You said acting as if this was the first time you were telling Barry about him. You knew that if Derek got the hint that you were talking about him outside of work he’d never leave you alone.

“Hi.” Barry said acting as if he hadn’t just heard about him harassing you.

“(y/n) I’d hate to be a stickler for the rules, but you know non-employee personnel aren’t allowed past the first floor without a badge.” Derek said moving in between you and Barry to press the button for the elevator.

“No problem, I’ll see you at home tonight.” Barry said pushing Derek aside and grabbing you by the waist to pull you close to him and kiss you.

To say you were caught off guard would be an understatement, however, you quickly recovered and wrapped your arms around Barry’s neck deepening the kiss. Things were getting borderline inappropriate when the elevator dinged and Derek was calling your name awkwardly trying to get your attention.

“So I’ll see you at home.” You said as you pulled away from Barry and climbed inside the lift.

You couldn’t help the little smirk that crossed your lips since the whole ride up to your floor was silent without any of Derek’s inappropriate remarks.

Later that day you made your way over to Star Labs with a pep in your step, today had been a good day, you weren’t harassed by your annoying coworker and you’d gotten to kiss your crush, not a bad day at all. 

“Hey (y/n).” Cisco said as you walked into the main hub of the lab. “Hey, Cis-” before you could finish your sentence you found yourself almost thirty feet away in another abandoned part of the building with Barry standing in front of you. 

“You gotta warn me or something before you do that Bar, it’s kinda freaky.” You said trying to reorient yourself. 

“Sorry, I just wanted to apologize in person and in private; I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.” Barry said trying to hide his blush. 

"Barry it’s fine, it got him to stop and besides it was a pretty damn good way to start the day.” You said smiling.

“I just didn’t– wait you liked the kiss?” Barry asked losing his previous train of thought. 

You let our a small chuckle. “Yeah Allen, I liked the kiss, in fact if you asked me out for dinner I might even return the favor.” You said before you could lose your nerve. 

“Yeah, right, um do you wanna grab a bite to eat?” Barry asked. 

“Yeah, I do, come on there’s a diner not far from here that I think you’ll like.” You said taking him by the hand and leading him out of Star Labs.

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Ex Girl | Pt 3

Ex Girl | Pt 3

Pt. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

“HA! Beat that, blondie!!”

You shook your empty shot glass at a half lidded Minhyuk who was swaying along to the quiet bgm. It was nearing the end of the festivities and the only ones left were your self, MX and the married couple to be.

Mid-party, you were somehow roped into drinking with MX. At first you agreed because they bruised your ego, teasing that you weren’t going to be able to keep up with them (even though they all knew you could drink them under the table).

But as time went on, you kept accepting more and more shots to take your mind off the person who kept his distance but still had his eyes on you throughout the whole night.

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Birth Of A Beauty: A Day in Life of CEO Han Tae Hee (Ep. 18)

Bumped into ahjumma and le evil half-brother in front of the company building.

They left me alone, confused and devastated, witnessed by my one and only secretary. 

Bumped into ahjumma again in the office. We argue over things, she’s a bitch and I am angry. 

Still angry. Better bury myself in works to forget ahjumma.  

Or better start trying to make some rice balls. I’m a CEO but why do I have to get my own ingredients? This company sucks. 

Gees. Why I have to bump into ahjumma again?! And why that dude keeps following her? I’m gettin’ angrier. 

Found the test kitchen! It’s dead cold and no one is here. Gotta find a new chef. 

Foster sister said there’s a new chef in the cold test kitchen. I was worried, but le evil foster sister told me to just let the chef freeze to death. 

Can’t do that coz I’m a good guy so I bring some coffee to the kitchen. But no one seems here so Imma turn the stove off. 

But suddenly ahjumma appears. Apparently she’s the chef.

So Imma watch her from behind while pretending not to watch. Gosh she’s so pretty but I have my pride. 

Rice balls are done. Time to taste it. It’s good but I’ll pretend that it’s not just to piss ahjumma off. 

Treating ahjumma’s burn. She’s so careless when she is angry. I can’t see it but I believe my evil half brother is peeking in jealousy from outside… 

Promoting the rice balls. I’m an awesome CEO so I do it myself and I succeed. 

Attending the directors’ meeting to nominate the new CEO candidates. 

I’m about to do my speech but le evil half brother takes my spotlight. She brings in ahjumma and claims all my hard works as his. The directors buy his speech. 

I’m speechless and I hate ahjumma even more. I think she’s a spy. 

Back in my office. My foster sister tries to comfort me but she’s too noisy. Imma just find ahjumma and confront her. 

Found ahjumma. I told her that now we are strangers! She’s about to cry, I don’t give a shit. 

Went to grandma’s place to say sorry. She kept blaming ahjumma. But later I found out from grandma that my foster sister is going to reveal ahjumma’s fake identity in her talk show… 

End of the day. 

It’s Always Been You

Requested by @enchantedirwin

Can I please have a Liam Dunbar imagine anything of your choice as long as it’s not sad. please and thank you

Note: (E/C) = eye color

You were heading to the lacrosse field to watch your best friend in the Devonford vs. Beacon Hills game. You knew Liam would be stressed because it was the first time seeing his old teammates and his first time playing against all of them. 

Upon arriving at the game, a tall, brown-haired boy on the Devonford team caught your gaze. He was super attractive. The back of his jersey read Talbot. He was number 28, and you distinctly remember Liam talking about him at one point or another. He noticed you staring and promptly shot you a smirk, head nod, and wink, making your cheeks flush red. 

Liam, walking over to you, noticed that you were caught up in the gaze of someone across the field. Looking over, he noticed Brett was looking your direction. Of all people, it just had to be the one that he could stand the absolute least. Letting out a soft growl, he walked up behind you, hugging you from the back. He watched as Brett’s face turned to shock, looking down at his cleats.

Your trance was broken. You quickly turn around to face your best friend before throwing your arms around his neck, giving him a huge hug. “Good luck!! I know you’ll be great!” you say, a huge smile on your face. 

“Thanks.” Liam grumbled, obviously looking over your shoulder at something or someone in the distance.

“Hey. Are you okay? What’s up?” you say quietly, putting your hands on either side of his face and pulling downward, so he was forced to look at you and nothing else. You felt his jaw ease as he gazed into your (E/C) eyes, a sense of calm flowing into him.

“Nothing’s wrong (Y/N). Just a little nervous is all”

“You have nothing to worry about, Li!! I’ve watched you practice! You’re great. You’re going to do amazing things out on the field tonight. I can just sense it!” you say, grinning up at him, sending reassurance coursing through his veins at your every word. 

Coach yelled, calling all of his players to their designated bench. You squeezed Liam’s hand one more time before he jogged over to where he was suppose to be. Glancing over, you saw Brett staring at you again with his piercing green eyes. This didn’t go unnoticed by Liam, either.

You spent the whole game cheering on your best friend while Brett kept tossing you smirks, head nods, and glances to make sure you were paying attention before he would score a goal or smash into someone, sending them to the hard ground. You attempted to ignore the advances of the charming, young boy.

The game ended, and the Beacon Hills boys ran to the locker room to get changed and shower. Devonford stayed out on the field for a little while so the coaches could converse and the parents that showed up could talk to their players before the coach shoved them back on a bus. Talbot spotted you and began walking in a straight path, coming to greet you. 

He stayed with you for a while, him flirting and you trying hard to shoot him down. He was attractive, but you found him too snarky, pushy, and forward for your taste. That’s when Scott, Stiles, and Liam exited the locker room. 

Scott and Stiles met their families and significant others outside, but all Liam had outside of the locker room was you. He spotted you on the other side of the field with Brett, discomfort and a mix of fear and anger evident on your face. He immediately moved to close the space in between the both of you.

Walking up, he could hear Brett hitting on you. Liam called your name, causing you to turn around. Liam stepped in front of you, just a few steps from Brett. “You need to leave her alone. Isn’t it obvious that she’s uncomfortable? Can’t you hear her heartbeat? She’s obviously not into it. Go.” Liam stated, flashing his liquid gold eyes Brett’s way. Attempting to stop whatever may happen next, your right hand grabs Liam’s right arm and your left hand grabs his shoulder. His heartbeat rises.

Brett stared at Liam for a few moments, realization suddenly spreading across his face with the quickened heartbeat. He nodded his head, turned on his heels, and walked back over to be with his team.

“What was that all about?” you ask, confusion building. 

“Nothing!” Liam answers almost too quickly.

“Liar, tell me.”

“Okay. I told him to go, so he left.”

“Liam… seriously. Why was that so easy?”

“He may be a smarmy asshole, but he knows not to overstep his boundaries, and he has common courtesy.”

“What is that suppose to mean?”

“My heartbeat rose when you touched me just then.” Liam said, skirting the ground with his eyes. Confusion slowly shifted to realization that Liam was trying to confess that he liked you. 

“Ohh.” you say, trying not to be to emotional, as to not scare him off. You put your right hand underneath his chin, slowly lifting his face up to meet your waiting eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What? I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and I knew you wouldn’t like me like that, so I figured there was no point in telling you something that wasn’t going to matter and maybe ruining the best friendship I’ve ever had with someone.”

“Why did you think I didn’t like you? I have been in love with everything about you since the first day I met you! I’m just an average girl. I didn’t figure I’d ever have a shot with someone like you.” you say, near tears, realizing that the boy you had liked for so long had actually been feeling the same way about you. 

Liam’s eyes lit up at your words, realizing that you felt the same way about him. He pulled you into a hug before any of your tears had a chance to fall. “Hey thing 1 and thing 2, we’re going for pizza if you want to come with!” Stiles yells from across the field. You both blush and walk hand in hand toward your awaiting buddies. 

“It’s about damn time!” Scott yells, clapping Liam on the back.

“What are you talking about??” you and Liam say in unison.

“Well I’m sick and tired of hearing your hearts flutter at the sight of each other at the pack meetings. Maybe this new development will quiet them down a bit!” Scott says, throwing his head back in laughter. 

“Or it could just make it worse.” Stiles pointed out, making all of you but Scott laugh in response. 

You all took of toward the parking lot, getting ready to pile into the cars and go to your favorite pizza place downtown. You started walking ahead of Liam, and he jogged forward, putting an arm around you, pulling you close and placing a sweet, tender kiss on your temple before racing you to Stiles’ jeep. 

anonymous asked:

I already looked into your functions post but could you make some examples of the difference between Ni-dom and Ti-dom, especially in INTJs and INTPs? both functions are described as building their own framework/system and this confuses me. thanks

Ni-Te: I need to use my intuitive process to build a very deep and comprehensive understanding the world in such a way that I can be fairly certain about the long term future (i.e. entire life). Then I can visualize my personal goals clearly and work towards them in a linear, efficient, and effective manner. I want badly to be focused, decisive, and driven, and I will feel uncomfortable when I lack purpose and direction and my actions don’t get the expected results. Once I’ve made a decision, I tend to stick to it because I feel I have already thought it through thoroughly enough.

Ti-Ne: I need to analyze things of interest to me as precisely and accurately as possible but it is difficult to do so because I can envision many possibilities and alternatives in the external world that need to be looked at before I can solidify my theory/knowledge. Sometimes the number of possibilities is quite overwhelming which leads me to abandon ideas or procrastinate. I prefer to have the freedom to explore ideas and the time to analyze possibilities in whichever direction I need to, and I will feel uncomfortable if I am hemmed in or restricted by too many external limitations, such as time restraints or being pressured into making judgments/decisions before I am ready. Once I’ve made a decision, I can have trouble sticking with it when I see other more interesting possibilities that need to be considered.

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