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Never have I ever - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Never have I ever

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: It’s a dirty version so I guess you can imagine, but also lots of fluff

Imagine: Imagine playing a game of ‘Never have I ever’ with Team Free Will which leads to things being revealed from a certain hunter you’ve had feelings for very long.

A/N: Yall I wrote this so long ago that I can’t even remember. Now I am seriously in need of some Sam and Cas lovin’ but all that once requests open!

“Alright, alright I think I might have a good one. Never have I ever-” you smirked as you looked around you from Sam, to Cas and then your green-eyed crush Dean “-called someone the wrong name during sex.” you smiled as Sam chuckled.

“I have never.” Cas said simply “And I still don’t understand what is the purpose in talking during-”

“Cas!” you cut him off sharply with a chuckle following “It’s just- just answer the question. I’ll explain it all to you later when we’re alone.”

“You’ll what?” Dean exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up as you smiled softly to yourself at how it always got to him like this. Maybe you weren’t a thing and maybe you had no idea about his feelings for you yet but seeing him have small bursts of jealousy like this made your heart flutter.

“Relax, Winchester. I’m not gonna corrupt him.” you shook your head.

“Anyway-” Sam cleared his throat, giving his brother a look as Dean relaxed visibly relax but still give a warning look to the blue-eyed angel “I have never, either. You?”

“I have never.” you said, shaking your head “Dean-o?”

“I-” he started, shifting uncomfortably in his place and giving his brother a hard glare when he saw the smirk on his face. Was it a knowing smirk?

“I have.” he sighed, shrugging and your eyebrows shot up as you smirked interested.

“Oh do tell? Which girl and what name?”

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anonymous asked:

Supercorp at a baseball game

When Kara asks if she’s free Saturday, she immediately makes sure she is.

When Kara, fingers coated in cheese and salt and salsa, drags her up bleacher after bleacher until they reach the perfect spot, she realizes maybe she should’ve asked why.

“Want one?” A chip is held towards her, cheese slipping off and falling in a clump on the bleacher between them. “It’s okay. I’ll get it.”

She doesn’t wait to see what Kara means by that, turning her attention back to the people milling about the field. A part of her knows what Kara intends, and her stomach twists at the thought.

“All good.”

When she glances down, the cheese is gone and Kara looks unnervingly proud of herself.

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Sickness Sucks. (Newt x Sick!Reader)

**Gif not mine** (There weren’t really any good Newt gifs for this one so I just used Les Mis xD)

Request:   Hi can you do an imagine where newt takes care of a sick or injured reader? Love your blog btw🖤❤  - @fuckthisshitoksatan

I might’ve gotten a little carried away while writing this

Warnings: None.

           Winter was by far your least favorite season.  Not because of the holidays or anything; you loved the holidays.  It was because of the fact you always managed to get a bad cold.  Someway, somehow.  No matter what you did to try and prevent it.  You were currently residing in the Goldstein’s apartment, lying on the sofa with numerous tissues strewn around you.  Your eyes were red and watery, and whenever you attempted to speak your sentence would occasionally be disturbed by a cough.

           Tina and Queenie had to go to work at MACUSA, so they wouldn’t be able to take care of you.  You claimed you would be perfectly fine on your own, but they wouldn’t have it.  You ended up losing that short argument, and Queenie called Newt over.  As soon as Queenie told him you were sick, he interrupted Queenie very quickly and said, “I’ll be over right away.”

Does he really care about me that much? You thought.  

Queenie being Queenie of course read your mind immediately.  A giddy smile spread onto her face and she squealed in excitement.  Yes, you had a little crush on Newt Scamander.  

Wait, who am I to lie to myself??? He’s freaking gorgeous.  

Once again, you forgot Queenie could easily read your thoughts. She clapped her hands together.  “Oh, honey you and Newt would make the cutest–!” She was interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open.

“Y/N and I would make the cutest what?” Newt said as he walked through the doorway to where you lay.  His nose was a bright shade of pink from the New York cold.

You flushed a brilliant red.  “Oh, nothing!” Queenie exclaimed and made her way to the door where her sister, Tina, was putting on her coat.  “Take good care of Y/N, Newt!”

“Good luck, Newt.  She tends to be quite sarcastic when she’s sick…,” Tina joked, throwing you a wink as she and Queenie walked out of the apartment and softly closed the door behind them.  

Newt sat in the chair next to the sofa.  “Feeling a bit under the weather, are we?” Newt said.

“Tell me abo–*cough* about it…,” you groaned. Suddenly, a chill racked over your body.

Newt easily noticed.  “You’re cold!  Here, let me put a blanket over you,” he said and picked up the blanket that was laying over the back of his chair.

“No, *cough* that won’t be necessary.”

Newt looked at you with a ‘seriously’ face.  “Y/N, you’re clearly cold.  Queenie and Tina called me over here to take care of you, which I am going to do.”  He lay the blanket over you, which thankfully stopped your shivering.

“Thank you, Newt.  You know… you really didn’t have to come.  I don’t want you to get sick, too.  It would’ve been fine if you declined,” you spoke, snuggling up to the warm blanket.

Newt’s beautiful whatever-color-they-freaking-are eyes widened. “I chose to come here, Y/N.  The last thing I ever want is for you to be alone. Especially when you’re sick.”

You let your heavy eyelids close for a few seconds.  “Mmm… thank you, Newt,” you said sleepily.  “You’re the sweetest…”

“What?  Sorry, I didn’t catch that last part,” he asked.

Your eyes immediately shot open when you realized what you had said.  “I—uh—I said y-you were the sweetest…”  You tried to hide yourself from the world under the blanket, but failed.

Newt smiled like a dork.  He suddenly reached out a hand and lightly stroked your warm cheek.  “Y/N–,” he began, but then panicked.  “You’re burning up!” he shot up from his seat and immediately went to the kitchen, coming back with a cool cloth which he gingerly placed on your forehead.

“Thank you, Newt *cough*.”

“Anytime.  What I was going to say was, thank you.  For calling me sweet.  I believe you’re quite sweet as well.  Especially when Queenie reads my thoughts and announces them to everyone and you stand up for me.  I-I don’t believe I’ve ever properly thanked you for that.”

“Of course.  Queenie shouldn’t exploit your thoughts like that.  But, you’re not alone,” you said, quickly regretting the last part.

Newt smiled.  “And whatever do you mean?”

Great.  Now I have no choice but to answer.  What will he think?  Oh, screw it, you thought.  “Do you—do you remember earlier?  When you first got here and Queenie was saying something about us making a cute something?”

He nodded, listening to every word intently.  “Yes, I do.”

“Well, she thinks we would make a cute c-couple…”

“Sh-she does?” Newt’s face brightened, but you didn’t notice.

You nodded, your jaw clenched.  “Yes.  Now I know what you’re going to say, that’s gross and disgusting and you want nothi–.”

He cut you off with a kiss.  You froze at first, but quickly melted into it.

Newt Scamander? IS KISSING ME.  ON THE LIPS, you thought.

Once you both pulled away, a shocked look appeared on your face.  “Newt! I’m sick, and I don’t want you to get sick too—!”

He cut you off.  “Do you think that’s what matters to me right now?  I just got to kiss the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your face became redder than it already was because you were sick.  “I’m beautiful?”

“The most—the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”  

“You’re quite handsome yourself, you know,” you replied, a huge smile on your face.

Newt pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek.  After that, together you spent the rest of the day enjoying the other’s company.  Newt gladly cared to every need you had.  Sometimes he would notice it before you yourself did, he was like a mother.

**The next day**

Newt stumbled out of his case, sweaty and watery-eyed. He sneezed, and then coughed rather harshly.

           You noticed his state, and frowned.  “Told you I didn’t want you getting sick from me. Come on, it’s my turn to take care of you,” you said, kissing his cheek and leading him to the sofa.

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 2/?)

NOTE: Thanks for the good feed back, guys! So here comes part 2, unfortunately I’m stupid and in the middle of writing I realised I wrote this one in first person. Anyway, tell me which person do you prefer (I can try the third next time lol). This one is bit longer than the previous one, I hope you’ll like it xx

I spent most of the Saturday with Sheri so I didn’t have much time to think about the hot tub thing, but Sunday… Most of the day I sat at my room, reading book, even though better word would be holding. I stared at one page for an hour and haven’t read a single word.
Was I too hard on him? I mean, I joked around and made innuendos with all the jocks all the time, including Monty, but leaving him like that in the hot tub is something on a whole new level.
Whatever, he started it and he deserved it. But memories of his lips and if his hands on my body still gave me chills.
Fuck you, Montgomery, I whispered.

Next day at school wasn’t anything special until I came to the chemistry lesson, a little bit late.
“Please, take a sit, Ms. Y/L.N”, teacher barely even looked at me.
I looked around the classroom and spotted last empty chair. Next to Montgomery.  
“You gotta be kidding me”, I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, you”, I sat on my chair.
“Hey”, he kinda acted normal, kinda stared at me.
“How was the rest of the party, huh? You smoked some weed, play some video games?”, why am I like this, why did I even started this topic.
“I had to jack off in the hot tub. Because of you”, he whispered through his clenched teeth.
“Ew, does Bryce know about it?”, I prayed for him to shut up, afraid that someone would hear something and honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything some embarassing than people finding out that two of us made out.
“You will regret it.”
“Yeah, right”, I snorted.
His hand went behind me and his fingers started running along my spine. I tensed up trying not to show that it had an effect on me.
“Okay class”, teacher finally started lesson, “most of this semester, you’ll work in pairs, so look at your neighbour and say Hi to your new partner”.
I slowly turned my head to look at Montgomery, now disgusted even more then when he mentioned jacking off in the hot tub.
“What did you get in chemistry last semester?”, I asked.
“What do I need to play in the team?”
“C average or above”, everyone in sports teams said it like a mantra, it was literally the only condition, that has to be fulfilled to be in the team. “So it was C?”, I guessed.
“Well, yeah, what did you get?”
“A”, I sighed knowing all the work would be on me this semester.

Next day I was in cafeteria, waiting in the line to get my food, wearing my cheerleader suit.
“You’re looking good, you know?”, I heard annoying voice behind me.
“Why don’t you just get ‘lookin’ good’ tattoed on your face?”, I answered bored. “Besides, you have seen me in cheerleader suit a thousand times.”
“Yeah, but last Friday I took a good look at you in bathing suit…”
“No way”, I interrupted him with sarcastic tone.
“… And now I know what’s under it”, he continued.
“What has gotten into you today?”, I asked, little bit shocked with his dirty talk.
“I told you, you will regret”, he whispered.
“So you gonna sexually harrass me for the rest of my life?”, I turned around to look at him and saw Clay Jensen coming up.
“Hey, Jensen”, I said bit louder so he could hear.
He waved at me and smiled.
“Did you talk to Jeff?”, I asked. “US history and English will be kicking his ass once again.”
“Yeah, I spoke to him and yeah I will tutor him”, he said as he walked by.
“Thank you”, I gave him a high five. “You’re da best.”
“Thanks, Y/N”.
“Real MVP!”, you shouted and he laugh.
I finally got my food, grabbed the tray and went to the table not waiting for Monty. I barely sat went Jessica came over with a smile on her face.
“Okay, bitches, party at my place, Friday, 7pm”, she said, punched my arm and went.
“Seriously, you have to stop doing it! Where are you going?”, I shouted.
“To spread the news!”

Friday came up and I really didn’t feel like coming. Again.
“You always complain, but still come go the party and have a great time”, Jess said when we were walking home from school. “So stop making up excuses, or I swear I’ll slap you.”
“You can’t fight with an argument like this, I guess”, I sighed.
My parents didn’t have anything against the party, they didn’t put much interest in me as long as my grades were good and I was in cheerleaders team.

I showed up at Jessica’s at 7, and was one of the firsts, because 7 really mean 9, but it was okay. My plan was to get buzzed (and I really wanted to get drunk that night) before party starts for good and to avoid Montgomery. Good thing was that after Tuesday talk in cafeteria he kinda stopped annoying me.
By 10 pm I was properly drunk, so when Justin asked if I want to play spin the bottle with him and few other people of course I was like “Duh, fuck yeah”. I sat the floor between Sheri and Zach.
“Hey, Monty, you play?”, Zach asked and moved slightly making place for Montgomery to sit between us.
It didn’t really bothered me, because last three days he had been acting normal, so I thought he finally accepted the fact he got played.
After few spins bottle pointed at me, I leaned towards Troy and gave him a quick kiss. I spinned the bottle and it pointed Monty. With poker I turned to him and kissed him as quickly as I did with Troy. He spinned and it pointed on me again.
“Seriously?!”, I sighed.
He quickly wrapped his arm around my neck, turned us, so people couldn’t really see our faces and kissed me stucking his tongue in my mouth. It lasted way too long than typical kiss in the game.
“At least first bring her a drink, Montgomery”, Justin said and threw chips in our direction.
“Easy, hot head”, I mumbled as I moved away without looking at his face.
Few minutes later game was over, mostly because Jessica and Justin turned it into make out session. I got up and went to the kitchen, to make myself another drink and grab something to eat.
One minute later I felt someone smacked my ass.
“Did you just…”, I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?”
“Maybe, but somehow I think you you’re into it and you like what is going on between us”, he took a sip of my drink without asking.
“Oh my God, you’re also fucking ridiculous”, I said with my eyes wide open. “I’m too sober for that shit”, I drank whole drink at once.
“You swallow fast”, he said with cocky smirk on his face.
“One more word and I’ll throw up at you, I swear”.
“Yo, Y/N”, I heard Jeff calling my name.  “Wanna go for a beer run with me?”
“With pleasure”, I answered and run to him without even looking and Monty.
In the car Jeff told me how he helped Clay and Hannah with their twisted situation, clearly proud of himself that for once he turned out to be smarter than Clay.
“You’re good guy, Atkins”, I smiled at him. “All you want is to play baseball, have a good grades and help Clay with Hannah and that’s beautiful.”
“Oh, come on, I’m gonna blush”, he laughed.
“No seriously, I will tell every girl that you’re the most pure, sweetest cinnamon roll and that you’re different than others and don’t care about scoring".
Weird grin showed up on his face.
“You already scored today, didn’t you?”, I punched him in the arm. “I take my words back, you’re awful”, I laughed. “How does it happen that everyone make out with everyone, except me?“
“You know…”, Jeff moved in the seat. “It’s probably cause you always seem so… tied… And stressed”
“Excuse me?”, I turned on the seat.
“Well, you know, compared to other cheerleaders… Look, they don’t give a shit about anything, they don’t give a shit about school, about grades, they don’t give a shit even about cheerleading. And you care about everything and that’s why you seem more stressed than them”, he tried to explain. “Take a chill pill, make out with someone, have some fun”, he punched my arm.
(Un)fortunately his words and the drink I drank and once before leaving for beer run, both hit me at the same time. Super drunk me decided to make out with somebody. Anybody. We came back, I left the car and started walking towards Jessica’s home, having big troubles with walking in straight line.  
“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, just be careful”, Jeff shouted for me.
“Yeah, yeah”, I mumbled getting into the house.
I looked around and spotted Montgomery sitting on the couch, doing something of his phone. I went there, sat next to him and put my hand on his thigh.
“It’s a party, Monty, put this phone away and have some fun”, I said.
“Huh, look who’s gotten friendly”, he looked at me suspiciously.
“I know, I’ve been a bitch but I went for that beer run with Jeff, you know, and I realized some things”.
“Really, what things, for example?”, he put his arm around me.
I didn’t answer him, I stared at his face instead, giggling.
“God, you’re handsome”, I said glancing at his lips.
“Okay, here’s what we gonna do”, he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna go upstairs, to Jessica’s room, and you’ll join me in few minutes”, his lips were touching my ear.
I nodded my head, Monty quickly kissed me on the neck and basically run upstairs.
“I’m gonna get laid”, I mumbled to myself. “I think I’m gonna get laid.”
“Hey Y/N”, Jessica jumped on the couch.
“Where have you been, I was looking for you.”
“I was on a beer run with Jeff.”
“Goood, I was afraid we run out of alcohol, but then Jeff came in like a Superman with sixpacks”, she giggled.
“I think I need some water”, I smiled at her and left to the kitchen, I need to get rid of her.
I poured myself a water, drank it and run upstairs. When I opened door to Jessica’s room, it was dark inside. I closed and locked the door.
“Montgomery?”, I whispered.
I heard steps behind me, second later Monty pushed me to the wall, grabbed my wrists put them above my head. His hands went down the sides of my body, until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
He laid me on the bed his lips went from my down neck to collarbones and started sucking it just like a week ago.
“Monty”, I punched his arm.
He pulled up, stroked cheek, and said, “Today I make the rules”, shiver went down my spine.
“Fuck”, I mumbled.
His hand went from my thigh to my breast and squizzed it. The other one pulled dress up, he started kissing my stomach, getting lower and lower, sucked my belly button, probably causing huge hickey around it, but I really fucking didn’t care. His head went up and he kissed my lips again. I felt his fingers sliding into panties which only turned me on more.
I started unbottoning his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with spare hand.
“Keep your hands yourself”, he whispered and slided his fingers into me.
I scratched his back.
“You like that?”, he asked as he curled his fingers and pumped them again and again.
“Fuck, Montgomery, I want you, just fuck me already”, I moaned.
“Does it turn you on?”, another pump.
I nodded my head and bit my lip trying to not make any noices. It was dark, my eyes were closed, butcould sense fucking cocky smirk on his face. He slided out of me and sat bed.
“Monty, why did you stop?”, I also sat on bed and switched the light on.
He bottoned up two bottons I had undo and fixed his hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked.
He stood up, leaned towards me and looking me in the eyes said, “Guess you can’t play the player, huh?”
“Are you kidding me?”, I shouted.
“It was fun, see you on Monday”, he unlocked the door, smiled at me and left the room.
I sat there speechless for a few good minutes.
“What the fuck did just happen?”, I asked myself out loud.
I fixed my hair, took a deep breath and decided to go back to the party.
“Fucking bastard”, I mumbled.
I went down and sat on the couch next to Jess.
“Why don’t you have any drink?”, she asked.
“I’m good, thanks”.
“You know, to be honest, you look a little fucked, break will be good for you”, she said, even though she was the one who was barely able to speak. “ Where the fuck is Justin?”, she looked around.
“He’s playing beer pong with Montgomery”, Alex Standall sat on a chair in front of us.
“Cool, thanks Alex”, Jessica got up. “You’re not coming?”, she asked me.
“No thanks, I’m good, just gonna sit for a while”, I answered but she was gone before I even stopped talking. “How’s the party, Alex?”
“I love her”, he mumbled, looking after Jess.
“Oh God”, I rolled my eyes. “You two dated for like two months, year ago, seriously man, get over it”.
“It’s love. It’s not logic”, he sighed.
“Alex, I’m not saying this because I’m a bitch or because I root for Jessica and Justin. I’m saying this because you’re good and you deserve to be happy, okay? Move. On.”
Said me. Person who couldn’t get over the fact that she got played by a player because she tried to get him played. Hypocrisy at it’s finest.
I walked around the house, looking for Jeff, who was supposed to drive me home. Instead I bumped on Sheri. I pretended to listen to her while I was discretly watching Montgomery talking to some girl, wrapping his disgusting arm around her.
“…are you even listening to me?”, she shaked my arm.
“Umm, yeah, I was just… Looking at driveway, but I can’t spot Jeff’s car”, I lied quickly, in the meantime Monty got back inside.
“He went for another beer run”.
“Okay, I gotta go”, I smiled at her and went to the house.
I saw de la Cruz shouting something to Justin as he was walking upstairs and then got into bathroom.
I got you, you little fucker, I thought, went upstairs and stood next to door as if I was waiting in the line.
“Are you waiting to get to the bathroom?”, Troy, the baseball player, patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I am”, I had to get rid of him, “Umm, you know… I feel a little bit sick, so it may take a moment…”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“Maybe… As I said, it may take a moment. But you can use bathroom downstairs, it’ll probably be faster.”
“Good idea, you’re smart”, he pointed at me. “Take care, Y/N”
“Bye, Troy”, I chuckled watching him, when he was trying not to kill himself on the stairs.
And I heard door getting unlocked. Montgomery opened them and then I pushed him back inside and locked the doors again.
“We are finishing it now”, I said, grabbed his neck and kissed him.

I just wanted to address this because I’m actually offended at this point by this. I’m not trying to offend anyone in anyway I’m just want to address a matter that I think should be addressed.❤️

So ,

I’m a HUGE fan of Cody Christian since I watched him in PLL + Teen Wolf.

I’ve been a fan of his over a year now and ide love to meet him in person if I ever get the chance 🤞❤️.

But while I have been a fan of his , I found out that a private video of him leaked. It must of been so hard for him. But as fans we supported him and made sure we let him know that we still love him.


The thing I’m quite disgusted about is that Cody Christian fan pages on tumblr or Instagram or any social media there is available. They have the private video of him posted on their account! Like seriously if you were a true fan you would delete it because you wouldn’t want a video of you been posted round on social media!

The people that I’m talking about know who they are and I request that they please remove the video of their accounts because if you were true fans,you wouldn’t have it posted on your fan page of him.😡

Any fan of a celebrity shouldn’t have a private video of them on their fan page or account at all! Have some respect!❌ I suggest the accounts that have the video ,delete immediately!

Please re-post this and spread the word because this needs to stop!❤️🤚

I’d Rather Choke: 4

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I’m sorry if this part sucked, I wrote this really late at night and I had a hard time writing this because I got writer’s block…

Originally posted by ayutas

Pairing: Yuta/Reader (Female)

Series/Fluff/ANGST/smUT/College AU

Warnings: Cursing

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A book is just paper with words (Request)

Prompt: Hey, it’s me again :) I want to request a Loki fic pls… I was thinking the reader was in college and had a mythology class. Then she had to write a paper about something of the Nordic Myth, Loki would be always correcting what she was doing and complaining about the her textbooks saying it’s full of lies. She would be like “Stop,I have to write the paper according to the book!” Then they would be fighting and the rest of the avengers would be observing them like “i ship it” thank you!?? 💕–btw-imalex

Note: Fluff, funny moments, slight sadness 

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 1430

Requested by: @btw-imalex

(Y/N) loved the Mythological stories and when she meet Loki and Thor it blew her mind to see what the textbooks described as Myths become a reality in front of her. She thought of both of them as friends because they were kind to her along with the other Avengers who were practically her family. While being an Avenger (Y/N) was going to school to become an archaeologist to explore the world. She was sitting in the kitchen at the table where they ate dinner and was trying to do her Mythology homework. She had her textbook in front of her with paper and a pencil to write down her report that she had to do for the Norse era. Now what better way to do this report than with the two Norse Gods right at her fingertips?

She has come to the realization that it was a very bad idea as she looks to Loki who was reading her textbook. “Huh… And here I thought I was the God of Mischief and lies.” He mumbled as she tried not to crack a smile. The other Avengers were in the living room, watching them because the movie they were watching suddenly stopped working. Instead of doing what any normal person would have down and tried to figure out what was wrong they left it go and watched Loki and (Y/N) in the kitchen. “This is all wrong!” He exclaims throwing the book down onto the counter and glared at it in disgust. “It makes Odin seem like something amazing!” Loki huffs angrily before pacing behind her when she slid the book back in front of her.

“Loki, stop it. It’s just a book.” She said looking to him as his eyes gaze down to her with fire dancing within the irises. “A book full of lies. Everyone always makes Odin and Thor to be something amazing! It never describes the times that I had to go and save his Norse arse!” Loki counters. “They are writing it in ways that always make me look like a monster!” He hisses as she chuckles softly. “Well you are a Frost Giant.” Tony comments as Loki stops for a moment when (Y/N) looks back to Tony. “Tony, shut up. And you, help me with this report from the

.” She points at Loki before pointing to the book. Loki grumbled before plopping down onto the chair beside her and grabbed the texts book from her. “Thank you.” She sighs in relief.

Loki started to read over something before suddenly dropping the book onto the ground with a loud thump. (Y/N) jolted from the loud bang and looked to Loki in shock as he looked back at her with a bored expression. “Utter. Lies.” He comments. “Are you frickin’ kidding me right now Loki? You are seriously going to let a book that is bias put you down?” She asked quirking an eyebrow when Tony grabbed one of the bowls of popcorn from the coffee table and started watching them. Everyone else was watching them bicker back and forth when Clint elbows Natasha who glances to him. “I ship it.” He comments causing her to crack a smile. (Y/N) shakes her head before she started writing down the next sentence when Loki tsked causing her to slam her pencil down.

“Yes, Loki?” She asked when Loki pointed at a name. “It’s Frigg. F-R-I-G-G. Not Frigga. I hate hearing people do that.” He sighs as she erases the ‘a’. “Better?” She asked in a sickly sweet tone as Loki quirks an eyebrow. “You asked for my helping. I am merely helping you.” He said with a dark grin spread across her face as she rolls her eyes before turning back to the paper. “Okay okay. The Norse Gods are Odin, Frigg, Thor, Balder, and Tyr, right?” She asked as Loki sighs with a nod. “That’s what the book says.” He mumbles when she noticed the look in his eye before she placed a hand onto his cheek. “You’re a God of your own design. You don’t need to be considered a Norse God.” She smiles softly when his mouth twitched for a smile.

“I ship it now too.” Natasha comments as her and Clint fist bump. Loki shook his head for a moment and turned back to the texts book so they could get this report done. “I’m only mentioned for the sole purpose of being the villain..” His eye twitched for a moment before let out a groan. “These people are fools! They know nothing. Ignorant is what they are! They don’t know about Odin hiding the fact that I was a Jotun… He hid the fact that I wasn’t even his child.” Loki closed the book. “Please for the love of all things Norse tell me we are done with this ridiculousness. I beg of you.” He pleaded as she finished up before nodding. “Yes, I’m done. A lot of good you did for me.” She comments earning a sharp glare from him towards her.

“You’re lucky I helped at all.” He mumbled as she chuckles taking the texts book from him. “You know, this is just a book. This doesn’t mean what’s inside is true. History changes all the time, the truth is stretched and retold so many times that it becomes a lie. You have to understand that they are assuming these things, and they believe them to be fact. They didn’t know that you and Thor existed for these things to be proven wrong. People spit out the information that they want to here and in their story Thor is the hero while you are the opposite. Doesn’t make it true. You have come a long way Loki. You aren’t greedy for power like you use to be. You are a king in your own way.” She said cupping his face as everyone grew silent at her words watching the shock spread across Loki’s face.

“You… Do you mean what you say?” He asked quietly as everyone leaned forward waiting for her answer when she nods. “Of course I mean what I say Loki. They don’t know the young man who struggled to find out who he truly was, they don’t know how much abuse and torment that he has endured and come back from. They don’t know the real you. They hear stories and believe said stories.” She said when suddenly he surged forward and claimed her lips on his own. This time her eyes widened in shock at the boldness of his actions before her eyes fluttered shut and she slowly kissed back. “Man this is like a Soap Opera.” Bucky comments causing the others to laugh when Loki turned towards them, glaring menacingly in their direction.

“You’re lucky you got a show at all.” Loki comments before wrapping his arm under her thighs. “Loki, what are you–” She was cut off when he hoisted her over his shoulder as she let out a squeal from the sudden action. “L-Loki! Put me down this instant!” She exclaims beating on his back when he collected her work and walked towards the elevator. “Awe man, way to go Barnes. I was root for weird porn to start.” Tony comments as everyone chuckled rolling their eyes at him. “Loki!” She laughs when the doors to the elevator closed before he finally put her down. “What was that all about?” She asked taking her stuff from him. “What do you mean?” He asked as she rolls her eyes. “The kiss.” She said as looks at him with a confused expression.

“Because, you are the only one who has even tried to see the real me.” He whispered as she noticed something flash in his eyes. Pain. “You don’t see Thor as something high and mighty as the book describes him. You don’t see me as something that causes terror like the novel. You see… Me.” He said chuckling softly as he leans heavily against the side of the elevator. “That’s all I ever wanted was to be seen. To be noticed. To be something more than just Thor’s shadow. I just wanted to be loved.” He said when she wrapped her arms around him and dropped her book hugging him tightly. “I love you Loki, and I noticed you.” She whispered as he held her tightly back smiling softly. “I… care for you too.” He whispered as she kisses his forehead gently while the report laid on the ground forgotten while they held each other tightly.

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What a Mess

An idea I had, hope you like.

WARNING! Explicit drug abuse, cursing, gang affiliation, and murder.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Lance screeched and ran over to his brother, he ripped him away and stared at the scene before him in horror.

“What. tHE. FUCK?! s-shit, Fuck man! Why would… What do we do?!” Lance wailed as he backed away in disgust, almost tripping in the process. His older brother stood next to him with a bloodied brick in his hand. Both of their faces were painted with a vibrant horror as they stared at the body lying on the floor.

“I- I d-didn’t m-mean too,” Lance’s brother, Abel, quivered as he dropped the brick in his hand and stared at the blood dripping from his hand in panic. Abel raised his head and looked at Lance in insanity. “H-he attacked me! It was self defence!”

“You killed him! That’s not self defence, that’s fucking murder!” Lance yelled and grabbed his brother by the scruff of his collar, Lance towered over his brother.

“Lance, quiet.” Abel hushed and grasped Lance’s arms, trying to pry them off of him.

“We’re in the middle of FUCKING NOWHERE!” Lance yelled and spread his arms out, gesturing to the empty, cold backyard around them that was littered with the signs of a party…. and now a crime scene, “If you didn’t notice, the party ended hours ago, you were too busy fucking his girlfriend.” Lance mockingly whispered to his brother.

They were in their own backyard, all of their family had gone for the weekend and they had thrown a party in the backyard. Their house was miles away from any other house so they were isolated.

“He came here specifically to fight me!” Abel yelled, anger over taking him, “Listen here little bro, it’s not my fault.”

“It’s exactly your fault, you killed him!” Lance yelled and shoved Abel back, “And you fucked his girlfriend, which maybe you shouldn’t have done in the first place!” Lance said sarcastically.

“We can’t tell anybody about this, Lance” Abel said desperately. “I’ll go to jail.”

“Well, what do you suggest we do then, huh?” Lance crossed his arms and looked down at his brother, Abel looked at Lance silently. “Huh?” Lance repeated.

“I don’t know, I don’t know!” Abel wiped his face with his arm and muttered ineligibly. “Oh god, I’m going to jail aren’t I?”

The two stood in a tense silence, both avoiding looking at the body before them while thinking.

“…. You know Alec?” Lance questioned after a thick silence and Abel nodded. “your close to him…… right? His father’s the president of the gang around here, maybe they can cover this…” 

Lance brought his hand to his face and crouched down, he felt sick…. Disgusted. In himself for even trying to cover a murder, his brother for murdering someone, and the metallic smell coming from the direction of the body. He felt like puking.

Abel whipped out his phone and began ringing Alec. Lance knew that this might end up involving his family in something they should never be involved in, but he couldn’t let his brother go to jail- no matter how much of a fuck up he was.

After explaining to Alec what had happened Alec said he’d get his dad to sort it all out, that they’d be fine and not to worry. But they’d owe them. Lance couldn’t help but worry, though. They were getting into things they shouldn’t be. Mama warned them to stay away from that life, not to do anything that’d end in jail, and here they were. Getting the local gang to cover a murder for them.

“Why the fuck did you even do it?” Lance said to his brother, drained from the whole fiasco.

“I- I don’t know, I-I didn’t think!”

“Obviously fucking not!”

Some people had come, covered then taken the body and told them to burn everything that had gotten blood on it, not to bother cleaning it. What they had planned on doing with the body, Lance didn’t want to know. They just did as told.

A day or two later, news of a teenage boy being found in a creek on the opposite side of town surfaced. The news said it was possibly gang related but no suspect has been found.

They might just be clear.

“Lance!” Lance was walking down the halls of his school with his hoody casted over his face, eyes sunken so deep with signs of sleepless nights. Caused by a bloodied face haunting his nights, with the metallic smell lingering under his nose.

He looked up and a small person came into view., “Heyyyy, Pidge, my man.” Lance fist bumped them and yawned.

“Have you seen the news?” Pidge asked and Lance shook his head.

“Apparently they’ve found the killer of that boy,” Pidge said and Lance jerked away from Pidge in shock.

“What do you mean?! Who is it?” Lance whispered and pulled Pidge to the side of the hallway.

“It’s a guy… uhh I think his name was… Shiro?” Pidge said questioningly and brought her hand to her chin, “Or maybe that was the witness, I don’t know but all I’ve heard is that the trial’s soon.”

“Shit,” Lance whistled, he frantically wanted to go and get Abel, no…. he needed to go see Abel. Lance looked around nervously before looking down at Pidge. “Sorry, I have to go do something.”

Lance took off without another word and Pidge blinked in shock. “Lance?!”

He was already gone, out the school gates and down the road. In the direction of his house.

“ABEL!” He banged through the front door of his house, he was on a mission. Lance searched through the house, no one was home. “ABEL!!”

A loud bang and running was heard from the garage, a few seconds later Lance’s brother came skidding around the front door. Lance sniffed the air and stormed up to his brother, he grasped him by the shoulder and pulled him close. Lance sniffed his brothers collar suspiciously.

“Are you serious? You’ve been smoking weed? Who the hell’s out there with you? Mamma told you she didn’t like when you smoked here.” Lance headed out the door, his intent to see who was with Abel. But- before he could check- Abel stopped him.

“Wait, I have something to tell you,” Abel said and Lance looked at him questioningly. “They’ve successfully framed someone,”

“They’ve? You mean the gang?” Lance questioned, “So that was on purpose?”

“Yeah, we’re clear,” Abel explained and Lance looked at him in disgust.

“What? By making someone- possibly innocent- take your punishment?” Lance leered and shoved his brother, “Couldn’t they have just made it a mystery? Cleaned the body and them voila, evidence is gone?”

“The gang would’ve been framed somehow, they had to pin it on someone!” Abel whispered and grabbed Lance’s arm roughly, he lead him out to the garage. Lance stumbled behind and yelled at his brother angrily.

“Are you seriously trying to justify any of this right now?!” Lance hissed and yelped when Abel threw Lance through the garage door and slammed it behind them. Lance stumbled but quickly straightened himself up.

“Who’s this?” A deep baritone voice came from the table and Lance jumped in fright. He whipped his head to the centre of the dark room and he locked eyes with a man who looked a few years older than himself sitting with a glass of some sort of alcohol in his hands. He had a whitE lock on his forehead and was wearing jeans and a button up white shirt.

“Calm down. Shiro this is my brother, the one I told you about.” Lance looked between his brother and the man on the table. His mind snapping back to what Pidge had told him.

“You’re the witness?” Lance scoffed and brushed the dirt off of his jumper. “Why’re you here?”

“I’m here to discuss the debt you two are currently in.” Shiro said and stood up. Lance eyed him suspiciously.

“Well, what’s your price?” Lance said and his brother nudged him. The look on Abel’s face was one of horror, hoping his brother wouldn’t make matters worse. Lance glared at his brother before facing Shiro once again.

“We we’re just going to ask for money but they decided we needed a runner,” Shiro said and shrugged, “We’ve been loosing an awful lot of them recently, the police have really been closing down on us.”

“So you need a delivery kid who has no connection to the gangs around here?” Lance elaborated and sighed when Shiro nodded and tipped whatever was in his glass down his throat.

“For how long?” Lance asked, dreading the answer.

“For you, until the higher ups say otherwise. I just got patched so I have no power to be able to tell you that.” Shiro shrugged and looked at Lance directly. “And because your brother is close with the president’s son he is already on the police’s list.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lance’s mouth dropped in shock and he turned on Abel. Abel was fidgeting nervously and looked at Lance apologetically. “So I have to be a fucking runner because you murdered someone?!”

“It won’t be that bad! Won’t it be worst to know you sent your brother to jail?” Abel shouted worriedly.

“I’m thinking maybe that would’ve been for the best… Shiro how do we work this out? Is there any other way that doesn’t need me to be a runner?” Lance directed to Shiro who had sat down after getting himself some more drink.

“No, it really isn’t my call.” Shiro said and sighed. “You’ll be my underling, my first one actually…”

“….. Fine,” Lance spat and pulled out his phone after glaring at his brother. “Do you want my number or something?”

Shiro agreed and pulled out his phone as well, Lance went to the table and sat down next to Shiro. Shiro handed Lance his unlocked phone and Lance quickly input his number.

“That will be all, you better be willing to drop everything else if you’re contacted.”

Lance simply nodded and Shiro quickly took his leave.

Lance put down the bong and slowly released the smoke in his lungs. “Jesus christ man… What’re we going to do?”

“I have no clue…. Maybe I should’ve just confessed…. then you wouldn’t have been pulled into this all.”

“They would have found a way to charge me too, possible locking me away for assisting you or some bullshit like that.” Lance huffed and took a gulp of the liquor.

“You’re a minor, I doubt they would have put you in jail.” Abel sniffed back his tears and lit up the bong.

“What’s done is done…. “ Lance whispers. “Nothing else we can do now…”

They let the conversation die as they both got lost in their thoughts. Lance couldn’t help but think of where this would lead to for him. What his future would hold, he was officially involved in the gang, that hadn’t quite sunk in before. He was now officially the accomplice of a murder, that also hadn’t quite sunk in earlier.

He was fucked, utterly and truly fucked and he had no clue how to un-fuck his life. No clue how to get out of this pit his brother had dug for him. He was stuck…

“Fucking Abel..” Lance bitterly spat and threw his glass at the wall before storming out of the garage and up the path to the house. He was looking down at his feet as he walked and didn’t see the looming figure in front of him until he bumped into them.

He tumbled to the ground with a loud thud and looked up in fear. There, standing all his glory, was Hunk. Precious Hunk, never-hurt-a-fly Hunk. Hunk, who would always be in Lance’s corner.

He had no clue why but his eyes began to water, tears forming in his bloodshot eyes. The tears slowly began to drip down his flushed face then they were streaming down in a steady river.

“L-Lance?!” Hunk yelled and pulled up his friend, “Buddy what’s the matter?”

Lance wavered on his feet for a few seconds before burying his head into Hunk’s shoulder and bawling. He cried while clinging onto Hunk.

“I-I fucked up so bad,” Lance sobbed out in a wavering voice and Hunk rubbed his back reassuringly. “I- my life’s fucked, I’m going to jail”

“Woah woah, Lance!” Hunk said and pulled Lance away at arms distance, “Jail?”

Lance simply nodded and Hunk sighed, leading Lance into the house and down the halls to Lance’s shared room. He shut the door and locked it behind them. Lance sat down on his bed and hid his face in his hands.

“What’s this about you going to jail?” Hunk said and crouched down in front of Lance and pulling his hands into his own warm ones.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Lance whispered and looked up at Hunk desperately. Hunk nodded but that wasn’t enough for Lance. “Promise?”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.” Hunk said and before Lance could hesitate he blurted it out. Spilled it all so quickly he didn’t have time to stop and think about the words coming out of his mouth.

Hunk listened in a somber silence and tears began falling from his eyes as well.

“….” The two sat in silence as they let the situation sink in.

“Lance.” Hunk whispered, fear in is voice. Unadulterated fear for his childhood friend. “Oh no…. nononno…. Lance”

“Hunk. “ Lance spoke hoarsely and gripped Hunk’s hands. “Please don’t tell anyone…”

“Lance… My ‘uncle’-” Hunk air quoted.”Coran, he’s the head of a sister gang… I could get him to look out for you” Hunk whispered desperately, “He will help you, he likes you,”

“I’ve met him?” Lance whispered, trying to remember back to anyone named Coran.


“Will it put me in even more shit with the gangs?” Lance asked, worried for his future and more importantly his family.

“No, if he says to protect you they will protect you. Your family as well.”

“… Okay… I trust you, Hunk.” Lance said and hugged Hunk once more, “I trust you. 

Essays in Existentialism: Doctors

Doctor AU - Clarke works with Peds and Lexa is a career driven heart surgeon. They meet over a case with a sick baby.

“Excuse me, where’s the NICU?” Clarke broke down and asked a nurse after looping back down to the cafeteria once more. She thought it was the second left, but she might have made the fourth right, and she’d ended up in the basement, and she’d ended up in the gift shop, and she’d ended up on psyche. “Thank you.”

The directions were even more complicated, but Clarke was too afraid to ask again so she smiled and started out down the halls, anxiously checking her watch. Her beeper kept buzzing on her hip.

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CHAPTER 4: Ashes, Ashes
AUTHORS: @piecesofscully & @2moms-0fucks
RATING: Teen/Mature

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3

Notes: Huge thanks and so much love to @bohoartist for not only the fantastic and much needed beta, but also for the love and support she’s offered us as we worked (and continue to work) on this beast. We couldn’t have done it without you, boo thing. 

The late morning sun shines brightly through the windows, casting an erroneous sense of alertness over the exhausted people at the kitchen table.  

“How long we stayin’ here?” John asks after stifling a yawn behind his cup of coffee. He stretches his back from side to side, groaning at the tight muscles that line his spine.  After he’d made his way upstairs a few hours earlier, he’d entered the room to find William fast asleep in the bed.  Rather than waking him with a “Scoot over, kid,” he’d pulled the spare blanket and pillow from the bed, and slept on the floor.

Mulder fixes his gaze on Scully, but she looks at John, eyebrow raised, and asks,  “What do you mean, John?”

He clears his throat.  “I mean, do we camp out here for a few days?  A few weeks? What are you guys thinking, what’s the plan?”

William’s eyes jump from adult to adult: Mulder chewing his bottom lip, Scully staring at her plate, Skinner cocking his head to the side, and finally his Papa, who’s looking directly at him.   

“How about it, Will? What do you think?  Do we stay or go? Wanna camp out here for a while?”  John asks while reaching over and squeezing William’s shoulder.

Scully’s eyes narrow, and William feels the wave of confusion rush from her, tinged with irrational sparks of anger.  “Excuse me? Go?” she asks, the look of betrayal on her face speaking louder than her dangerously even voice.  Everyone at the table remains quiet as a heavy tension manifests in the kitchen, afraid that if they even breathe too loudly that it would pull the pin of her internal grenade that’s meticulously hidden beneath her cool exterior.

Mulder slides his hand across the few inches on the table to grasp hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.  After a deep breath, her eyes shift to meet his and he shakes his head ‘no.’

“Did I miss something?” John asks, looking between the two.  

“In the hospital, you said…” Scully’s voice fades, then she shakes her head.  “No, John, you didn’t miss anything.  Clearly I did.  Fourteen years to be exact,” she mutters, then stands and walks swiftly to the front door.  “I need some air.”  

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Losing Faith

Pairing: DeanxReader, Sam, Castiel, OFC Grace

Summary: Dean gets a phone call and rushes back to the bunker knowing things had gotten worse after a difficult loss for your little family.

Word Count: 1178

Warnings: talk of grief, mentions of miscarriage (non graphic), language, breakdowns

A/n: This was seriously rough. It got personal. I’ll just leave it at that.

Originally posted by tearinmyeye

 They had been sitting there for a few hours. Scanning every part of the lore they could find. Dean’s head started to lower when he heard his phone ring and he quickly shot out of his chair. He saw your name and the little heart you had added and quickly answered the call.

 “Hey, sweetheart. I was just thinking about you. What are you two up to?” Dean grinned as he thought about you and your daughter back at the bunker. He was hoping you were finally getting some rest. His expression quickly changed to a frown as he heard his four-year old’s voice instead.


 “Gracey? Baby, why are you calling me on mommy’s phone?”

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Genre: Smut, Slight Fluff, Slight Angst

Pairing: Jennie x Female Reader 

Word Count: 2,000

As usual, Like clockwork, your phone buzzed at 9:47PM. You already knew who wanted, no demanded your attention. You shuffled your hair and threw on a silk robe. There was a special way, your secret admirer knocked on the door. You opened it after hearing her. Jennie quickly scurried in. Her protective layers that concealed her “identity” came off piece by piece.

“You’re early today.” You placed a cup of tea and cake on the coffee table. Jennie soon accompanied you on the couch. Her body slipped in under the warm blanket. You felt her soft legs wrap intertwine with yours. Her body draped over yours as you played the rest of the movie you had been watching.

These special encounters were a routine. Jennie Kim. YG’s secret weapon. The triple threat would end up snuggled next to you. Her forbidden lover. You laughed as your mind reminisced on how the two of you came to be.

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Roommates (Part 2)

Roomates (Part 1) and Roomates (Part 3)

Summary: When y/n is forced to rent out her extra room, Im Jaebum was the last person she expected to have to share her living space with… luckily, he kept things interesting.

Genre: romance (kinda?? it’s coming I promise), hot roommate (okay guys i’m officially making it a genre), playboy!, (NEXT CHAPTER’S GONNA GET SMUTTY Y’ALL)

Word Count: ~1000

A/N: Hi everyone!!! Thank you so much for the positive feedback on part 1, I’m glad so many people enjoyed it! I have one more section I want to write and then it’s done!! This part is kind of a transition portion more than anything I think, but let me know your thoughts anyways. ALSO I will do requests if anyone has any?? I just realized this week that I haven’t ever really said that so feel free to send them in if you want!

Update: Part 3 is up y’all!

Originally posted by mixedangel

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Good Boy, Bad Boy? | Taehyung (m)

Prompt: Taehyung was always seen as the good boy, but you quickly realize that that is not quite the case.

Word Count: 7.4k

Genre: Smut

Warnings: This piece contains sexually explicit details. Read with discretion.

Disclaimer: An intoxicated person cannot give sexual consent. I have chosen to include a party scene that includes drinking but the characters portrayed are NOT drunk. I do not condone behavior that includes a person under the influence giving ‘consent.’ Also: always use condoms, kids.

A/N: This is literally 100% unedited because I’m posting this while I still have wifi at this café. I’M SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS IN GRAMMAR AND OR SPELLING.


Originally posted by myeong-su

Kim Taehyung was always seen as the good boy. You saw him that way, and frankly, so did everyone else. He had straight A’s, a kind demeanor, and a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. To everyone on the outside looking in, it was a mystery how he had ended up with the six other delinquents that he was always surrounded by.

However, things had drastically turned around in the span of one night, and as Kim Taehyung himself plowed into you from behind, whispering dirty little things into your ear, everything seemed to make more sense and things clicked into place.

Kim Taehyung was not the good boy that everyone had always thought.

So how exactly had you gotten yourself here?

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anonymous asked:

junkrat/mccree/hanzo finding out that reader is struggling with an abusive relationship? feel free to pass this one

TRIGGER WARNING! Sexual, Physical and Abusive relationships, also self deprication

This is actually my first ever request!
Also you didn`t specify if you wanted a small fic or hc, so i`m doing small fics!


Once you closed the door you slid down towards the ground.. You just got back from your “date” with your partner.
They always insisted on having it at their house. You knew you deserved every hit. You`re nothing..
You sniffled, soon tears streaming down your cheeks. You picked yourself up from the ground and began getting into sleeping attire.
You always wore clothing that hid your bruises, when you were home was the only time you could wear something actually comfortable.
They really out did themselves today.. You thought as you looked at your black eye in the mirror.. Maybe just cover it with your hair?
You sighed and jumped into bed, grabbing your phone and browsed the apps you had.
You almost got a heart attack when you heard your front door being opened.
This late?? You scrambled to find a blanket or something to cover yourself.

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Lay In Bed With The Enemy

Originally posted by igotwaytoomanygifs

Imagine granny Violet opposing to Newt asking your hand in marriage
So I got the inspiration and this is dedicated to @fantasticnewtimagines who is such a wonderful writer. 
Hope you enjoy it. And if you haven’t watched Downton Abbey I totally recomend you to watch it. You are for sure going to love it.!

“Papa we need to talk.” You practiced for the eleventh time, scared from behind the tall arch of the entrance. Carson looked at you stranged, barely hearing the words you were whispering. Your hands couldn’t stop sweating, the nerves were eating you from inside out, and you certainly didn’t know how to tell your father, the Count of Grantham, that his youngest daughter was about to marry the youngest son of the Scamander family. 

Since the moment you received your letter to Hogwarts, you and your other sisters were told and instructed on who you were supposed to talk to, hang with, and even look at. And from a long bloodline of Ravenclaws you became the dark omen when the sorting hat placed you in Gryffindor, turning you into the black sheep of the family, the one who changed the fancy parties and other social encounters with the Malfoy’s and the Black’s for endless hours reading those divination books you loved so much, not mentioning your skills for making potions and the dedication you gave to practicing defense charms for your class of defense against dark arts. 

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Clingy - Part 1 (Edmund x Reader)

Part 2 / Part 3

Word Count: 1318.

Warning: Angst and feels.

Request: No.

Summary: The reader spends a lot of time with Edmund. Oneday she went to the Pevensie’s house just to hang out as usual, when she heard Peter and Lucy teasing Edmund. Then she heard her name.

The Story:

“Mom I’m leaving! Will be back by an hour!” Y/n yelled as she got out of her house.

It was not much of a big deal to meet up so often as they are together now. No, hold on, together in the sense of ‘living in the same neighbourhood’ together.

Y/n usually didn’t talk with the Pevensives much. But when she started going to the Saint Finbar’s boarding school, she quickly became friends with Lucy and Susan Pevensie. The girls introduced her to the boys–Edmund and Peter Pevensie. Things would have been the same until the incident–when they were catching train oneday and got teleported to a place named 'Narnia’.

Being the head of the knights was hard and Y/N didn’t expect to be trained this hard. Edmund being the best swordsmen, started personally training her.

Slowly, awkward talking changed to comfortable silence and opening up to each other. She found herself to be slowly getting attached to him. Not the see-eachother-everyday attachment but the other ones. The ones where he looked at her and her heart beat fastened, where whenever he gave her that precious smile she felt butterflies in her stomach, where he looks at her in the eyes and holds her hand, she feels out of this world. The only reason why she likes to be around him so much.

Y/n tried. She really tried to tell this to him about a hundred times. She rehearsed this over and over again in her mind but never got the courage to tell him the truth. The truth about her feelings. The fear of Edmund not liking her back stopped her everytime.

And so here she was. Once again, visiting her friends in the hope that he would feel the same way she does. Just a few glances, having a laugh and some touches here and there made her happy and she was content with that love. But the hope..the greed to get some more love, never went away.

Y/n crossed the street and started walking towards the Pevensie’s house. She noticed at the corner of the street Dean was turning back his bicycle. He was a nice guy. A good neighbour to be honest. His family was always there during the times of distress for her.

“Hey Y/n!”

“Hey ya Dean.”

“Hmm..let me guess…here to see Ed again?”

“Oh shut up don’t know anything!” Y/n blushed.

“Atleast I am not blind to see your love for him.” He laughed.

“If you have some other things to tell, you can.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes. Care to join me on a bicycle ride tomorrow afternoon? We can go to different areas you know. It will be fun.”

The Pevensives invited her to a picnic tomorrow. She couldn’t cancel that. But Dean was a dear friend too. Maybe she can adjust some time for him.

“Uhh…not sure but I’ll inform you if I do.”

“Okay, good. See ya.”


She smiled and turned left to the Pevensie’s house while Dean turned around and left. *Sigh* Here goes to nothing. But I can atleast hope that he likes me back right? There’s no problem with that. I mean, we spend a lot of time together so it’s not like he hates me. He probably, just maayyybe likes me back. Y/n blushed with the thought without realizing a smile that has formed on her face.

Y/n entered through the door without knocking, literally barging in like she owns the place. Susan was on the sofa reading a book.

“Hey Y/n.” She said, her head buried in the book.

“Oh. Hi!!” Y/n walked towards the table, grabbed an apple and asked, “Which book?”


“Ew.” She said with a disgusted face. She took a bite of the apple when Susan said, “You don’t have to give me company just because I’m sitting alone. Besides, Edmund’s in the study room.”

“I-I didn’t even ask about Ed!” Y/n said blushing. “And where’s Lucy?! And-And Peter?”

“In the study room…with EDMUND.”

“Oh my god. CAN YOU STOOOP.” She said blushing and proceeded to the study room.

We hang out so much these days. I mean, he DOES like to hang out with me right? Or else he would have told me by now.

Just when she was going to enter the room, she stooped. There were lots of voices coming from inside, especially laughs. They are such a happy family. She held the door lock and turned it..but then she heard her name.

Oh. I think I heard my name. I know it’s a cruel to listen like this but..I can listen as they mentioned my name.

“Hahahaaa…I am telling you, she will enter this room some time after and brighten up your day.” Lucy said. She blushed.

“Oh yeah, and then you both are gonna get touchy-touchy and blushy-blushy like 3 year olds.” Peter laughed.

Omg what?! Seriously Peter? They are obviously teasing Ed. Does that means he feels for me? He likes me? Or am I just overthinking things? Ed is not would be kind of clear if he starts talki– And Edmund’s voice interrupted you.

“That was really gross Peter. And that’s enough. ENOUGH. You two have no other work to do besides teasing me? Let’s make this very clear. I don’t know if you have noticed but I don’t really go that much in her house, or invite her over or in fact touch her without her consent.”

Y/n’s smile Ed continued turning to a disturbed and sad face.

“Seriously? Have you seen her? I NEVER get close to her when I sit. It was always her calling me. She comes to meet me almost everyday. She is the one inviting herself to our house everyday. Just because I keep quiet doesn’t mean I can’t say anything. She is really annoying if I keep this clear…and she is really clingy.”

“Edmund!! That’s very harsh!” Lucy gasped.

“Yes. I know. Now I hope you won’t talk garbage about this thing again.”

Clingy. Yes, that’s what he thinks about me. Ofcourse, how was I so blind to see this? He obviously doesn’t like me. Obviously I am just an annoying girl. It was always me running behind him. He never, NEVER gave any signs of annoyance because he was polite. Why didn’t I think about this? Why? Just why? And here I thought about how he..he likes me.

Tears threatened to come out of her eyes. Her all hopes crushed by those words. The only little ray of hope she had was now nowhere to be seen.

She turned back and ran. She ran before she got weak and dropped down on her knees and cried her eyes out.

Susan was coming towards the room. On the way, she bumped on her but then ran away.

“what just happened?”

Susan entered the room and asked, “WHat happened?”

“What? Nothing. Just was teasing my little brother over here. And he got shy.” Peter laughed.

“Shy? Why don’t you guys ever stop? It is really enough.”

“No. That can’t be the reason why Y/n ran away?”

“Oh no. She..she heard everything you said.” Lucy said frowning.

A silence spread in the atmosphere. Edmund just sat there uncomfortably. He just went back to stare at the fireplace and whispered, “Well, she…she needed to is fine. She knows now. She deserved it.”

Y/n ran out of the house and slowed down. She now started walking towards her house, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Just when I thought my wait is over, I am gonna get my answer, it is all going to end. It really did.

A/N - This is my first Narnia imagine. Hope you like it!


All At Once - Part 4

Summery: A gorgeous man names Steve saves you when you need it the most.

Triggers: Meetings (they’re scary okay!!), Fury being a little bit annoying

Word Count: 1100+

A/N: I’ve had this written for so long, idk why I didn’t post it tbh. 

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Originally posted by ayumifuru95

His lips were soft, they fitted with yours perfectly. At first you were in shock. Captain America was kissing you. But when it wore off you melted into him.

The kiss was light, nothing but lips. Steve didn’t know how far you wanted to take it so he stopped it and lifted off your lips.

Still surprised from the sudden action, you didn’t open your eyes. Your lips were slightly parted from where you wanted to keep him close.

‘I’m sorry’ his words were breathed against your lips, still fitted together like puzzle pieces only not touching.

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The Specialist

Note: Hey! This isn’t my usual, it’s more Damon fluff than anything else. Just a short one with no real storyline but I still hope you enjoy it. //Request one-shots are in the works! 

Character: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warning: The tiniest bit of smut - this is more of a Damon fluff 

Word Count: 1259

“I’m wrinkly”, I laughed as I looked up at Damon with his arms spread across the edge of his bathtub. He chuckled and gathered up a ball of bubbles before blowing them in my face, “Jerk”, I glared at his now smirking face, “You love me”.

Spending time with Damon was my favourite way to go about my day, I’m pretty sure he feels the same way or else he would have kicked me out by now. Something about him changes when he’s with me, he’s not Damon the vampire, he’s just Damon; my Damon. Having a bubble bath together was just one thing on our never ending list of our favourite things to do together. Although, I’d always try to keep them PG, Damon managed to cop a feel once in a while, not that I stopped him or anything.

I could feel his hand creeping up my thigh amongst the hot water but I grabbed it tight before he could get any further. I raised my free hand and swayed my pointer finger from left to right like a ticking clock, “Uh uh uh”, I muttered with a wink. “Why must you hurt my feelings, Princess?”, he furrowed his eyebrows before flashing a smirk. I freed him from my grip and threw his hand down into the water and he immediately pulled it back. He moved back to his side of the tub and once again spread his arms along the edge.

“Hm, if that’s what you want”, I teased as I propped myself up and stepped out of the bathtub. Damon’s eyes followed my body as I walked over to the shower to rinse the bubbles off, “Coming?”, I asked, trying to be as seductive as I could. Within seconds, Damon was standing in front of me in the shower. “Leave the sexy talk to me, baby girl. You’re still learning, and I must admit it’s a little hard to live up to the master”, he smirked proudly. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and punched his chest with little force, causing him to laugh at my attempt in hurting him.

Once we were bubble free, I thought it was a good idea to grab some lunch. “How about the Grill?”, I suggested. “Ugh, I swear we’re at the Grill every day of our lives. Why don’t we go out of town for a change?”, Damon whined. “Well, do I really have a choice?”, I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms. “Not at all” Damon smiled, I smiled back and hugged his soaking body.

It was almost time to leave for lunch when I walked downstairs and saw Damon, still wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He was pouring himself glasses of bourbon and walking in circles around the kitchen counter, nothing I hadn’t seen before. “Damon, put a shirt on!”, I demanded, although I did find myself biting my lip in awe of how sexy he was. “Aw, come on! You know you love it”, he narrowed his eyes and deepened his voice. “Seriously! Get dressed you idiot”, I slapped his arm before he pulled me by my waist and gave me a long, slow kiss. He opened his eyes and perked up, “Hold that thought” he lifted his pointer finger and sped off, only to return within seconds. “Ready”, he smiled, fully clothed. I even caught a whiff of my favourite cologne of his on him.

We decided to go to a little cafe just outside of Mystic Falls, nothing too fancy. Although, the town was located in the middle of a rainforest, so the cafe was surrounded by trees and wildlife. “Gee, Stefan would love this place”, Damon laughed. “Why’s that?”, I asked as I picked up the menu, trying to maintain my appetite. “All these lil’ critters running around? It’s like a god damn thanksgiving feast out here for Stef”, Damon joked, but in all seriousness. “Ew, did I really have to know that?” I complained, rolling my eyes in disgust. “The more you know”, Damon winked.

Once we’d finished eating, we went for a stroll along the main street, browsing through the marketplace stalls. “Ooh, Damon! Bras!” I rejoiced, remembering I needed a couple new pairs of bras. Damon rolled his eyes, “I’m not coming in unless I get to choose one”, he complained. “I think I forgot to mention the part where I need everyday bras - not just lingerie, sweetheart”, I teased. “You pick the everyday. I pick the lingerie”, he decided and I willingly agreed.

We entered and were greeted by a friendly young woman, she ensured us that a bra fitting specialist would be back any moment. Damon was just as surprised as I was to see a male bra specialist, I knew this because as soon as Damon realised it was a man, he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me to his side. “Ow”, I whispered and glared up at him, his tight grip made it feel like my skin was about to rip off. He immediately reframed from holding my waist and crept his hand just below my underarm, gripping just a little tighter than before. Positioning his hand elsewhere definitely didn’t lower the pain, I’m pretty sure my under arm is a lot more tender than my waist.

The pain was rising rapidly so I stomped on Damon’s foot, causing him to jump and narrow his eyes down at me. “What’s your problem”, I whispered “You’re grabbing me too tight”. He leant down and pecked my cheek before whispering into my ear, “The bra specialist has been checking you out since we walked in here”. No wonder his hands were literally digging into my skin, he was either jealous or protecting me. Either way, I loved it.

I went into the fitting room and Damon insisted that he stand guard at the door, although him ‘standing guard’ meant him watching the specialists every move. As the man began taking my measurements, I saw Damon at the door with his fist clenched and teeth grinding. I nodded towards him and furrowed my eyebrows, giving him the ‘Stop it. What the hell are you doing?’ look. He relaxed himself and kept a steady eye on the specialist.

As promised, Damon got to choose one bra. Just as I predicted, it was a lacy black bra and panty set. Damon just can’t go anywhere without buying me something that we can have sex in. “Are you happy with yourself, you big baby?”, I laughed. “Hey! What kind of man specialises in bras? I bet you he only signed up so he could feel boobs all day”, Damon whined. “Someone’s a little jealous” I teased, purposely trying to rile him up. “I’m not jealous”, he looked away. He always looks away from me when he’s telling a lie, he’s so jealous. “Whatever you say”, I laughed as I intertwined my fingers with his.

“Can we go home now?”, he sighed, fed up with my bullying. “Uhh, don’t know if I’m ready to go home yet, this place is just so beautiful”, I replied. “The faster we get home, the faster I can see you in those cute little panties I just bought for you”, he winked, gripping my hand tighter.

Let’s just say, I’m damn glad that we went in to that bra store today or else we wouldn’t be having insanely hot sex right now. Thanks male bra specialist for being male and turning my boyfriend into one crazy, jealous, horny bastard.

Reboot [Part 1]

Originally posted by bobbedrake

Summary: A new member aids the avengers in temporary place of Bucky while he’s in Cryo, but no one knew exactly how temporary she was really going to be.

Warnings/Themes: Eventual BuckyxReader, this chapter has no warnings really except cussing, you always get cussing from me. 

Author’s Note: Hey, been awhile! Didn’t realize how much of a struggle finding muse to write could really be ;v; sorry guys, I guess this blog will only be for when I have the time and inspiration to write, it won’t be consistent, but I’m excited to start a new (and my first) series here. Got this idea in the shower, so strap in for as-I’m-writing ideas lmao There is no planning. 

Also beware of that awk POV change from third to second person lmao…

Y/N = Your Name

Tony Stark stands with his back facing the newly-established avengers tower. He brings one hand to the opposite wrist, discreetly playing with the cuff-link as he waits for your arrival. 

“Tony-” a voice started behind him. It was Steve. 

The super soldier makes his way steadily behind the billionaire before stopping a comfortable distance and continuing his sentence. “Are you sure this is a good idea? We just got most of the team back together. Don’t you think it’s a little too early to be introducing a new member?” 

Tony straightens up at this, stopping his anxious gesture and turning with his usual cocky-demeanor. He was still far from being on good terms with Steve and there was no way in hell he was going to let Captain America question his motives now. 

“She’s good people, Cap. She’s strong and she can handle herself.”

“That’s not my point-”

Tony raises a hand to interrupt the blonde before finishing his part

“Right now, your buddy’s on ice. Look, I get it. It’s been a few weeks since it happened, but Cap- if you want this team to be what it used to be- we need to get back on track. How do we do that? I’ll tell ya! While Kitty and his team find a way to knock those trigger words out of his head, we need a temporary placeholder to help us on missions. (Y/N)’s strong and I know her. Why don’t you give her a chance like I’m giving Tin Man his, huh?”

Steve’s jaw clenches at the insensitive tone his friend was giving off. After all they had been through, Tony still decided that being a complete asshat was a good option. He opens his mouth to speak but was cut off by the loud chopping of helicopter blades.

Like it or not, Tony’s little guest was arriving. 

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