Clutching the plastic lunch tray she navigated her way through the crowded cafeteria and back to the lunch table. The stress from the first four periods of her day slowly melted away as she spotted her group of friends across the cafeteria, sitting at the same table they had since the start of their freshman year.
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Lydia waved over to her. Picking up her pace, Y/N maneuvered her way through the crowds of people who were too engaged with their conversations with one another to pay any sort of attention to the small girl.
i work at an injury prevention clinic and i told you to treat your injury with RICE (rest, ice, compression, elevation) and the next day you brought me five different brands of actual rice and asked which would work better
we don’t know each other but you proposed to me for a klondike bar at a student involvement fair and i actually said yes
we were innocently driving down a dark highway in separate cars when a police car pulls behind us and turns on its lights, so we both pull over into a Starbucks parking lot because we didn’t know who the cop was after, but it turns out he was after the car behind us and now we’re just staring at each other in a parking lot and flashing one another big smiles and thumbs-ups for driving safely and obeying the law
excuse me, i’ve been sitting in this seat since the semester started, and i know that college doesn’t have a seating chart, but that is still my spot that you’ve taken and i will gladly take it back if you could just scoot your boot somewhere else, and no, giving me your number will not change my mind
the fire alarm went off in the science building during our chemistry lab and our teacher told us to stay while he went to check to see if it was a drill or not and left and it’s been 10 minutes and he hasn’t come back, and you and I wonder whether we should keep titrating because we’re finally getting it or evacuate
i wanted to see if my leg would fit in the hole of the chair and it did, but now i’m stuck and you had to help me out. two weeks later, i decided to see if i could do it again, and i got stuck again, and you just stared at me and starting laughing. you still helped me out though.
you were playing wheelchair basketball and i’m the medic working the game in case of injury or emergency, and you ran over my foot with your wheelchair, and i think you broke my toe??
you tried to scale the building and got your shoe stuck in the ivy/vines on the brick work, and now you’re knocking on the window and asking me to toss your shoe up to you
you said you didn’t think i was brave enough to kick you in the balls, so i did to prove you wrong, and now you’re on the ground in pain, and i don’t know whether to smile victoriously or cry
i tried to jump off the bench into your arms, but you weren’t expecting me, and you just saw this large object flying at you so you backed up quickly, and i’m on the ground, there’s two of you, and oh my god, do i have a concussion?
you were being polite and holding the door open for me, and i jogged to the door so you weren’t standing there for a while just holding it open, but when i got there, you slammed it shut and i banged my face against the door. only then did i realize that a squirrel tried to get inside through the open door, so you shut it to keep the squirrel out, but now you opened it back up and are apologizing because i have a bloody nose, and you feel awful and are walking me to the nurse’s office.
Pairing: Peter X Reader Warnings: Language, Underage Drinking A/N: I am still in awe over all the love I’ve been getting on my imagines, thank you guys so much for reading them and giving me feedback! I wanted to remind you guys that I do not have a tags list, but I do have a posting schedule and masterlist.
“Sorry babe, I have a girlfriend,” Peter slurred against you, his entire body weight leaning for support on your smaller frame.
“Peter, you don’t have a girlfriend,” you rolled your eyes, helping him up the steps to your apartment.
You had never seen your best friend drunk before, much less in such an intoxicated state that he couldn’t even go up the stairs on his own. Your parents were out of town for the weekend and you were afraid of Peter getting in major trouble with his Aunt, so you made up a cute story about how Peter fell asleep on the way home from the party and you decided to just stay at your place and have a sleepover. May loved you and ate the story up, much to your relief and slight guilt.
So here you were now, dragging up an incredibly delirious and quite heavy boy to your apartment, where he could pass out on your couch and wake up with a hangover and not worry about Aunt May finding out at all.
“Yeah I do,” he protested, his words getting jumbled as you two reached the top, “She just doesn’t know we’re dating yet. I loooovveeee herrrrr!”
Request: Is it possible that you could write a Gaston x reader where he’s desperately in love with you, but you hate him, and then you slowly fall in love with him? Thanks so much!- @sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes(implied kind of)
Warnings: Angst towards the end
Word Count: 1500+
Summary: A journal is meant to be personal a way for someone to express their secrets without judgement. Nor is it suppose to be read by others. A misplaced journal can cause all sorts of problems for it’s owner.
A/N: So there’s not really a pairing here, but it does hint at something. I dunno. I didn’t know where I was planning on going with this and it kind of went off the rail a little. Maybe? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!
The gifs is not mine, credit to the owner.
Y/N flung the laundry basket across the room, cursing under
her breath. She moved over to her desk, pulling a part the meticulously organized
surface. Where was it? She could have sworn she put it back where it belonged,
but considering the drawer to her bedside table was turned upside down on the
floor, she knew it wasn’t there. She didn’t start to panic until she checked on
her bookshelf, and it wasn’t there either. Now she was quiet literally ripping
apart her room in hopes to find it.
“Where the hell is it?” She muttered as she dug into her closet.
She had already tossed half of her wardrobe across her room. Now she was
digging around on the floor, pulling apart her shoe collection. She was so focused
on her task, she missed her door being opened, and the startled gap from her
visitor. Her attention was more on throwing the shoes over her shoulder, that she
missed when they walked up behind her. It wasn’t until said shoe collided with the persons face and the startled cry pulled her attention back. Y/N twisted around and looked up, startled. Natasha
stood over her, one hand on her cheek while the other held a stiletto.
Eurydice, Eat Your Heart Out (Adrino Percy Jackson AU)
In the dark of Cabin 10, staring up at the roof of
his bunk, Adrien could hear the distant plucking of a harp as waves lapped
lazily against the shoreline.
All things considered, it wasn’t surprising that he
was having trouble sleeping; less than twenty-four hours earlier his father’s
limo was nearly destroyed by a rampaging Cyclops that the middle-aged fashion
mogul dispatched with a quick flick of a sword he drew from seemingly nowhere.
From there, it was somewhat of a blur of packing, private jet rides, and
clandestine car trips to the sunny shores of Long Island, New York, a silver
pen containing the only means of protection he had in case other monsters
He could still scarcely believe it. If someone had
told him that he was the product of an affair between his mother and the
Greco-Roman goddess of love and beauty a few days ago, he would have been
dialing Gorilla’s number as quickly as he could while backing away from them.
Now, surrounded by dozens of half-siblings he never knew existed, Adrien didn’t
quite know what to make of his current situation. He still thought he was going
to wake up, home in Paris, and the whole thing would have been just a fever
dream brought on by bad cheese; the attack, the journey, the music-
Sitting up in bed, Adrien strained his ears over the
snoring of his bunkmate to hear the almost aimless melody that meandered its
way across the waves. It was a song that sounded so familiar; like the chorus
to something he had heard on the radio years ago. It couldnt’ve been coming
from far, judging by the way it cut through the sound of twenty-five teenagers’
beauty sleep, so, clutching his pen and carrying his sneakers, Adrien tip-toed
towards the door as quietly as possible, stepping out into the warm Long Island
pressed the buzzer on the door juggling takeout food in your arms along with a
bag of your things. You smiled when you heard Lori barking on the other side of
the door. You chuckled when you heard crashing sounds follow the barking.
Christian yelled from his apartment.
few moments later he opened the door and sported his usual grin. It must have
been hot in his apartment because he was wearing shorts with no shirt on.
yall dont realize how fast i got to work on this as soon as i got this request
originally it was like “gangster or ceo” but u know.. me….. i cannot chill
jungkook grew up as your typical spoiled rich boy
he had the fliest cars, biggest parties, and everyone was in love with him
he woke up everyday on satin black sheets tangled in gold blankets with a new person tucked into his side every early morning, only for said person to get escorted out of the house by his father’s long line of personal assistants
as the heir of jeon group, jungkook is a very, very precious person not only to his family but to the press, and he has to keep some semblance of a favorable image if he doesn’t want his father to send out an employee while he’s in Sicily to give jungkook the talk
the “talk” consists of a lot of scolding, all of which jungkook is not listening to lmao
despite being the heir, jungkook is super ignorant as to where the money that pays for his yves saint laurent shoes really come from
it’s insane that there are people who don’t think Gideon is the embodiment of white. He believes 100% in that which is greater than him- his irregulars, the gatewatch, the boros army, the allies on zendikar, the gods- and fully believes that without the unity and structure of the whole there is no path forward. Gids has been adrift since losing his faith in Theros and getting his spark, and everything he’s done in the story since then has been towards the end of finding and rebuilding that belief in the greater. He’s maybe the perfect essence of White.
And really, i’m tired of listening to folks disparage the idea of being lawful good paladin protector or whatever. it’s tough to give of yourself so much, to put yourself out for little to no reward, simply for the satisfaction of knowing you helped someone else. Gids resonates with me because of his legit selflessness and desire to be the best support structure there is. He’s extroverted, vulnerable (emotionally, not physically), and willing to go to any length in order to make sure the group is happy.
This leads into yesterday’s magic story and a little personal context.
A Bucky x Reader where the reader falls into really really cold water during a mission, and later at the Avengers tower she gets so sick she faints and Bucky takes care of her?
You ran after the agent as quick as you could through the 2 inches of snow that covered the ground. “I’m following the agent West towards the water,” you spoke into your comm.
“Y/N, keep on his trail,” Steve’s voice rang in your ears. “Bucky is coming from the North and Natasha is on your heels. They’ll be there for backup. He cannot leave, we can’t risk him spreading the information to HYDRA.”
“Copy,” you said short of breath and kept after the man. You continued to follow the man until he stopped at the edge of a small cliff. “There’s nowhere to go now,” you told him. He suddenly pulled a knife from his pocket and went after you. You blocked his attack and reached for the gun you had in your tactile belt. Before you could get a shot off sudden kick sent the gun skidding against the snow. “Y/N, I’m close by,” you heard Bucky’s voice come through.
You got a couple hits to the agent before you could grab your knife and go after him with it. You swiftly cut his arm and thigh as you fought the skilled agent and heard Bucky’s footsteps coming towards you. You flipped away from him, reaching your gun from it’s spot near the side of the cliff, and aimed at the target.
You shot at the man but it was dodged you had to block his feet as they came after you. The man heard Bucky approaching and got his knife ready to throw at his chest. “Bucky,” you yelled a warning and punched the agent who turned and, with a swift kick, sent you flying over the cliff towards the icy water.
You heard a shot as you fell just before you crashed into the cold water. You sunk quickly from the weight of your weapons and struggled towards the top of the distancing top. A crash from the water caught your attention and you saw Bucky swimming down towards you. He grabbed you around your chest and swam with you up towards the water. You gasped for air as you two broke the surface.
“Damn heavy snow boots and dumb Stark tech,” you said kicking off your shoes and tossing your weapons as soon as you were dragged to shore.
“Y/N, are you ok,” Bucky said looking over you with worry written on his face.
“I’m breathing so that’s good,” you said breathing heavily. “Hey,” you said looking at his worried demeanor, “I’m ok. You saved me. Thank you.”
“I’m your boyfriend, and your teammate, it’s my job. Come on,” he lifted you up and put an arm around you for support. “Let’s get back to the quinjet.”
You shivered again which made Bucky immediately jump to your side. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Just cold still,” you told him. As soon as boarded the jet you stripped off your wet clothes and put on an extra shirt and jacket that Bucky found on board.
“We’ll get you in front of a fire and get you some warm clothes when we land, ok?” You nodded with your clattering teeth.
Once the jet landed Bucky walked beside you as you shivered down the hallways, heading towards you and Bucky’s shared room. Your shivering worsened and you felt like your legs were ice blocks, barely carrying your weight. “Y/N, maybe we should stop a second,” you heard Buck say. “Or I could carry you.”
“I’m fine Buck,” your voice came out slower and quieter than you thought.
“You’re shivering a lot worse now, ba-”
“I’m fine Bu-,” you said before your vision disappeared and you felt unconscious.
Bucky caught you as you fell and felt just how cold you actually were. He took you in his arms and ran towards the medbay as fast as he could. “Cho,” he yelled as he carried you into the bay.
“She fell in cold water on the mission. She’s ice cold and shivering really bad!”
“Get her over here,” she commanded and guided him over to a bed. “Bucky, we need to get these clothes off her, they’re wet. Take off the clothes while I get some supplies.” She ran out of the room and by the time she came back the clothes you had on were thrown on the floor in a damp pile.
“I gave her those on the jet, shouldn’t they be ok?”
“The water on her skin and hair seeped into them, she can’t wear them. I need to put her hair in this warm towel. I need you to take those warming packs and lay them on her back and near her feet,” she said flipping you over.
You woke up sweating in a medbay bed with Buck rocking back and forth in the seat next to you. “Y/N,” he jumped forward as he saw your eyes open. “Are you ok? How do you feel?”
“You said that before and look what happened.”
“What did happen?”
“You fainted walking to the room. I ran you here to Cho. You had hypothermia. You’ve been out for a day and a half.”
“You saved me again Buck,” you weakly smiled. “You’re my hero,” you grabbed his hand.
He squeezed your hand and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s my job, babe.”
// i got you girl give me your trust
we don’t need nobody but us
girl you’ve just been teasing
messing with my feelings baby
your love is like a drug can’t get enough
you got me feeling restless
we don’t need nobody but us
we don’t nobody but us
i’ve got you girl gimme your trust
we don’t need nobody but us//
Your eyes fluttered open, instantly coming in contact with some movie that was definitely not on when you fell asleep. Issac’s arms, however, were still wrapped around you and you were still in the clothes you’d spent nearly the entire day in.
Your arm subconsciously stretched out to grab your phone from Issac’s bedside table and when your heart stopped when you realized it what almost twelve in the morning, two hours past when you were actually supposed to be home.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” you whispered as you yanked yourself away from Issac who groaned at the sudden awakening.
You rushed around the room to find your shoes and car keys so you could get home as soon as possible.
“Where are you going?”
“Home,” you rushed out, “You know, since I was supposed to be there two hours ago. You were supposed to wake me up!”
You sighed in relief as you found your left sandal underneath his bed. Issac groaned again.
“Just–just come get back in bed.” He let out a long, sleepy breath.
Your body froze before you gained the strength to turn around and look at your boyfriend with curious eyes.
You two had only been dating for a few months and spending the night at each other’s house had never happened, especially not on a random Thursday.
And it took a minute for Issac to realize what he had said. “I mean—you should just…stay, like, the night,” he answered awkwardly. His hand rubbed the side of his blushing face.
You smiled at how adorable he was, tossing your shoe back to the ground and moving to slip back into his bed. His arms almost instantly found their way back around you again, pulling you closer to him, and you cuddled into his chest, only taking a few minutes to fall back asleep.
Request: Hi! Congrats on your Writing Anniversary! I had this idea that maybe the reader asks Dean to help he train but he notices she’s doing it to help her insecurities? If that even makes sense. Thanks so much if you do!
A/N: So. This turned into smut. Like, primarily smut. Whoops? Obviously, it’s rated M, so there’s that. 2K of pretty much just some smut. o_o
Summary: It all gets a little out of hand when they get handsy at the drive-in theater.
Coming to a drive-in movie was a bad idea. No, not really. It has been
the best idea, but this is definitely
not what Emma was expecting when she and Killian decided that the only thing to
do on a boring summer night was head for the drive-in.
The movie is okay; it’s one she would’ve been fine waiting to see when
it came to Netflix, but what matters to her is Killian’s hand on her knee.
Well, it had been on her knee. See,
they’ve been toeing this line between dating/not dating for so long that she
was kind of curious to see which one of them would break first. There was that
spectacular kiss they shared in the Neverland Pub & Grill back what seems
like forever ago. Everything else has been tension-filled moments and dark,
sinful glances when they hope no one else is looking.
Emma definitively started this, to be fair. She slid a little closer to
the middle of the bench seat in the old pickup truck that Killian drives when
she got back from the bathroom before the movie started. Killian took it a step
further when he, too, slid a little towards the middle when he got back with
popcorn and a couple of sodas.
Next came the way her hands brushed his as she hunted for more of the
Milk Duds she’d dumped into the popcorn two seconds after he brought it back.
It was a pretty steady tumble down a slippery slope of sexual activity
after that. She’d thrown her arm over the back of the seat, toying with the
hair on the nape of his neck as she propped her right foot on the dash. Her
skirt shifted, then, and that’s when Killian’s hand ended up on her knee.
The Sweetness Of His Scent (Edward Nygma x Reader) - Fluff
Anon asked: Okay, Eddie comes home to find the reader in a old sweater of his, and fuzzy socks watching a movie wrapped up in a blanket. When he asks them what they are doing they reply with something like “I’m getting in the fall mood.“