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I started an 80′s Sheith playlist because I could _(┐「ε:)_ 

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A Little Respect - Erasure || Burnin’ for You - Blue Oyster Cult || Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds || Call Me - Blondie || Always Something There To Remind Me - Naked Eyes || Missing You - John Waite || You Make My Dreams - Daryl Hall & John Oates || Take On Me - a-ha || What I Like About You - The Romantics || Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money || Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper || Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now - Starship || Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler || Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley || Tell It to My Heart - Taylor Dayne || Need You Tonight - INXS || Hold Me Now - Thompson Twins || Think I’m In Love - Eddie Money || Every Time You Go Away - Paul Young || Just Like Heaven - The Cure || Holding Out for a Hero - Bonnie Tyler || Just Can’t Get Enough - Depeche Mode || Wake me up Before You Go-Go - Wham! || I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers || Sweet Child o’ Mine - Guns N’ Roses || Lips Like Sugar - Echo & the Bunnymen || Stand By Me - Ben E. King || I’ll Melt With You - Modern English || Baby Hold On - Eddie Money || Here Comes the Rain Again - Eurythmics || Lovesong - The Cure || I Ran - A Flock of Seagulls || Space Age Love Song - A Flock of Seagulls || Electric Blue - ICEHOUSE

Liz’s Party | Peter Parker

Summary: Spiderman shows up at Liz’s party to impress everyone, mostly the reader…

Warning: some spoilers

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six


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Legitimately one of my favorite parts of Death Note is when Soichiro is like “Oh yes, I must be the one to make the deal for the shinigami eyes, I can totally use the Death Note to kill someone if I have to, look at me being all pragmatic and ruthless I got this”

And then when he’s facing off with Mello it literally goes down like:

Rollercoaster // (Zach x Reader)

Summary: Zach takes you on a date at the local fall carnival.

A/N: This was not requested. Hope you guys enjoy this imagine; I know I take super long with these so it means a lot that none of y’all have complained about my lazy ass. LOL. I’m so happy you guys enjoyed my past imagines, thank you so much for the notes. <3

Warning(s): A little cussing 

“Two wristbands, please,” he asked the ticket salesman at the entrance of the fall carnival. It was a Wednesday afternoon and the local carnival was filled with Liberty High students who had just begun Thanksgiving break. “I cannot wait to get my hands on a funnel cake and eat it all up,” he said while waiting for the wristbands.

You and Zach Dempsey had been longing for one another ever since you transferred into Liberty High. You were quickly recruited to the cheer team, and though every single jock’s eyes were set on you, your eyes were set on Zach.

After months of late night phone calls, study sessions, and casual after-practice fast food runs, he finally gathered up the courage to ask you out on a real first date.

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BTS CHAT: Wrong Member (TaehyungxReader Fluff)
  • Taehyung is sitting outside BIGHIT ENT, on a break.
  • Taehyung: I just love nice, wonderful days where the days are nice and wonderful.
  • Y/N walks by. She back pedals, noticing Taehyung.
  • Y/N: Excuse me, do I know you?
  • Taehyung: Umm, maybe.
  • Y/N: Well are you famous?
  • Taehyung: Who do you consider to be famous?
  • Y/N: You have to actually do something other than make a sex tape and date basketball players.
  • Taehyung: I'm guessing you hate the Kardashians. Anyways, by those standards, I'm famous and I hope you are too.
  • Y/N: Oh now I know where I've seen you! You're Jungkook from BTS!!
  • Taehyung: ...That's exactly who I am, yes.
  • Y/N: Wow! This is so cool.
  • Taehyung: Am I your favorite member?
  • Y/N: Yeah you are.
  • Taehyung: Really? Cuz you know who is sooo much better than me? V.
  • Y/N: Really? That guy with the weird creepy deep voice in that one song?
  • Taehyung: It's not weirdly deep, it purposeful and an artistic choice for the song!
  • Y/N: Ok... But I heard that he has a rectangular smile. How can I like someone who would show me a box every time I made him laugh
  • Taehyung: That is so far from the truth?! Where are you getting your information from?!
  • Y/N: Tumblr.
  • Taehyung: I have got to make a Tumblr. Anyways, V is really cool. He has a sexy deep voice, an entrancing smile that in no way resembles a quadrilateral and he would very much like to take you out on a date to replace all this fake news with alternative facts.
  • Y/N: ... Wait, you want V to take me out on a date and convince me to like him?
  • Taehyung: No, I want to take you out on a date because I like you already and my name is Taehyung.
  • Y/N: ..... OH! Okay, but first, is it true you have 4D?
  • Taehyung: That's it! I need to see this blog RIGHT NOW!
  • ~Armygirl, dedicated to Girl in Luv
Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.18

                                          Part E I G H T E E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: hi hi!! this chapter is fairly laid back but nonetheless important! im so happy that you guys love this series, but its about to come to an end :( its gonna be so sad, but i wanna let you guys know that ive had so much fun writing this for you guys. like really, thank you so much for the opportunity, you guys. lets get this to 100, yeah? :) xx

oh, also prepare for smut lmfaooo @ pt 19

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Hilton Rooftop, 9:55 P.M. 

“How fucking dare you touch my girlfriend like that?” Calum growled at the male on the ground before him. 

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Bucky Barnes One Shot/Blurb

Prompt: “If you touch so much a single hair on her head i’ll fucking kill you!” 

Bucky had kept his distance from the team ever since he’d joined the Avengers. He was a fragile soul, knowing full well that he’d hurt the people he was now working with and a part of him wished they’d treat him badly because of it rather than pretending as if it’d never happened. Despite being an on-looker in most situations, he’d grown to care and adore for every member of the team and was very protective of all of them – even if they didn’t know that.

You were his favourite though.

You didn’t pretend that he was never the Winter Soldier and you actually used it to your advantage. If you were ever on missions together and Bucky didn’t go ‘too hard’ on the enemy because he didn’t want to scare any of his team members, you’d turn around and yell something along the lines of, “I’ve seen you as the Winter Soldier, dammit! You kicked my ass and I know full well that you can kick theirs!”

It was weirdly motivational.

Steve had asked Bucky on several occasions if he wanted him to go talk to you about it and ask you to lay off him but Bucky insisted it was fine. Although Steve was worried that it might trigger Bucky in some way and make him ‘worse’, he eventually began to notice just how much it was helping his friend. It was even beginning to bring out a side in Bucky that Steve hadn’t seen since the war, a more humorous and charming side so he decided to keep his mouth shut. If it helped then so be it.

You had no idea about the effect you were having on Bucky Barnes. You thought he was cute and a bloody good agent, that was for sure. From the stories you’d heard from Steve about how Bucky was growing up, you even had become to feel protective of the man. He’d been such a light in Steve’s life and helped him through so much and now Bucky had basically had his soul sucked out of him. You did notice that he was beginning to seem like the Bucky that Steve had described, him casually throwing a bit of banter your way and being rather like a gentleman towards you – but you had no idea that this brighter side that was showing was because of your motivation.

When the team was preparing to raid a Hydra base, as per usual, they tried their best to dodge the touchy subject of Bucky’s once involvement with the organisation. They knew that he was loyal to the Avengers but they were worried that despite the amount of therapy he was getting that the ‘trigger/activation’ words might get him to get under Hydra’s control again. They spoke about this in hushed tones as Bucky was preparing in another room and they all agreed that it’d be best if you were the one to stick with him.

“If they use those – uh – trigger words and they affect you… do I have your full permission to knock you out?” you asked him on the quinjet.

Bucky gave a weak smile, “yeah, of course. I might be a bit heavy to carry though so just leave me there if it’s the best option.”

He was surprised when you suddenly placed a napkin in his lap and then handed over a pen to him.

“Like I’d leave you there, James. Now sign that waver saying that it’s okay for me to knock you out because I don’t want you getting all snarky on me afterwards if I leave a mark.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, looking down at the napkin in his lap.

“This is just a napkin that says ‘I, James Buchanan Barnes, am cool with (Y/N) (L/N) knocking me out when she sees it necessary.”

You shrugged, “I couldn’t exactly type up any serious legal documentation within the five minutes that I was told we’d be partners. I don’t know why I’m surprised though – we always seem to be partners now… probably because we’re the best team members.”

This earned a ‘hey! I heard that!’ from Sam but Bucky’s weak smile soon turned into a rather large and genuine one. He liked that even in dark times you still managed to have a sense of humour.

When you all began to file into the base, Bucky had a difficult time trying to keep up with you. You were agile, zipping in and out of rooms quickly whereas Bucky was much larger and bulkier than you so it was a challenge trying to cover for your quick self. Things seemed to be going well on your side as team A, who were on the west wing, were the ones that walked into the main part of the base. Bucky was beginning to think that the two of you had gotten lucky when he noticed you hadn’t reappeared out of one of the rooms.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered rather loudly, poking his gun into the room and his heart sped up when he saw you in a much larger man’s hold with a gun to your temple.

“Ah, the Winter Soldier – how good of you to join us,” the man said, a hint of a Russian accent in his tone.

“If you touch so much as a single hair on her head I’ll fucking kill you!” Bucky almost roared, his gun pointed straight at the man’s head but he didn’t even seem to flinch at his raised voice.

“Don’t worry, I know how much Ms (L/N) means to you. We’ve been watching you, Mr Barnes. We’ve been listening in on you talking about the feelings you have for this girl – she’s very pretty, isn’t she? I promise not to hurt her,” the man edged his gun towards Bucky, “but you will.”

Bucky and you were both utterly confused until the man started reciting the trigger words. You recognised the Russian words, ‘longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak’, and you thought you were heart was about to break in two as you watched Bucky stiffen up. You’d been an agent for a long time but you knew there was no way for you to get out of this one.

After the man said the final words, you could hear Steve’s panicked voice coming through your comms as he desperately tried to locate you and Bucky. Bucky now seemed as if he was waking up and you struggled in the grasp that was on you.

“Kill her and get me out safe,” the man said, stepping aside. Your weapons had been disposed of already and you began to calculate how you could get to the corner of the room to grab them. You didn’t want to fight Bucky – before, when he was the Winter Soldier, it hadn’t mattered when you fought him. You didn’t know him. Now… things were different.

He aimed the gun at your head and almost seemed to have a lifeless expression. You wondered if Bucky was still in there until you saw an oh-so familiar glint his eye. Swiftly, he turned his gun and shot the gun out of the enemy’s hand and then shot him in the leg, causing him to fall to the ground. The gun shots had attracted the other agents who came running into the room, Steve mumbling “oh thank god” over and over again as he went to secure the prisoner.

You and Bucky seemed to be in some sort of trance. You weren’t usually affected by shock but this experience had really been something quite new. Bucky couldn’t believe that he’d overcome the activation words but as he looked at you, he knew why. He could never hurt you and he could never hurt his friends again.

“Fuck it,” you accidentally said aloud, basically sprinting into Bucky’s arms and kissing him so passionately that he stumbled backwards in surprise. He cupped your face, the kiss that you two were finally sharing having been a built up of emotions over several months and a few agents stepped out of the room as they felt as if they were ‘ruining the moment’.

“Guys!” Steve yelled, “is now really the time?”

You and Bucky were still close to one another, both of your faces flushed pink but thankfully it was hidden by the darkness. You could see the other team members, your friends, smirking to themselves as they pretended to be minding their own business but even the guy you just captured was smiling quite widely.

“I’d never hurt you, you know that, right?” Bucky mumbled, feeling embarrassed as you and him stepped back to let the others handle the situation. Both of you were still traumatised by the events that had just occurred but neither of you could stop smiling.

“I know, Bucky. Besides, you signed a waver saying that I could knock you out at any time that I felt necessary.”

He snorted, “it was a napkin.”

“It’s a sealed deal, soldier.”

tutoring sessions — peter parker (part four)

read part one, part two, and part three 

prompt: on the day of your makeup exam, you have yet to confront peter on the fact that you know he’s spider-man. but then again, tests are more important than boys—even if that said boy is a superhero. 

warnings: cute!! fluff!! i’m so sad to see this end rip 

notes: i’m so happy y'all liked this series omg thank you so much for the support. there’s so many people on the taglist so i decided not to do one!! please request ideas and follow! hope you enjoy 

Sneakers squeaking against the tiled floors, echoing in the practically empty hallway, the sounds of yelling and laughter no longer filling up the space around you. You remember the constant tapping of your pencil in Mrs. Gardener’s classroom as you checked and scanned each answer over and over and over—damn it, that’s supposed to be terminated—making sure that every single problem had been solved to perfection. The amount of work you had put into this had left you exhausted, but more ready than ever. 

Hours before you had studied nonstop, in between classes, during study hall; everything that you could do in your power to prepare, you did. Yesterday, you had even locked yourself in your bedroom after showering, opening up textbooks and notes that you had written and highlighted—acting as though you were completely unfazed by the event that had taken place previously. 

[Y/N] you could’ve died today—

Yeah well, Mom, I will die if I don’t pass this, I’m okay I swear. 

You were beyond focused, barely looking up unless it was to glance at your phone whenever MJ had sent you a motivational text message; and though you were nervous, you were confident. You knew you had worked hard to do this and you knew that you were smart; you could do this. And you did. To describe the feeling was easy. It was, well for lack of better term—


You handed in your test and Mrs. Gardener took it. While you did feel somewhat triumphant, you also felt dull. It was a simple change, nothing spectacular, and you’re not exactly sure why you expected something more. It was anticlimactic and it felt like the days you spent being tutored never happened and that you had ever spent time with…


You frowned as you stopped at your locker, taking note of the fact that he hadn’t texted you back yet. However, you couldn’t exactly blame him. He was a superhero and a fifteen year old kid. You could only imagine the struggle to balance that. Though, you couldn’t deny the never ending questions you had. Like, how’d he get his powers? How did he deal with them? Was everything radioactive? Did he—oh my God, could he hear my heart beating every time we sit together—

Footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up to see MJ, whom you had expected to see since she told you she would wait for you to give you some emotional support, but you didn’t expect to see Peter. He looked down, or his eyes would flicker around, not stopping on you. You hadn’t talked to him at all today—which was suck-ish, you got to admit—and he went out of his way to sit somewhere else and run the other way in the halls. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration; he didn’t run away from you, he just walked…really fast. 

It was no big deal to you, mainly because you knew why he was avoiding you, and to be honest, he didn’t completely ignore you. He may be good at keeping secrets (huge, spider related secrets!) but he wasn’t good at pretending that he wasn’t staring at you. Seriously, you could practically always feel his eyes on you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. It was cute. 

He was cute. He is cute—shush, [Y/N]! Snap out of it! He’s walking over with MJ, okay okay, act normal. Lean against your locker, no don’t! That’s weird.

“So, how’s my favorite nerd?” MJ asked, her figure towering over you. Her eyes glance to Peter. “No offense, Parker, you’re a runner-up for third.”

“Third, what?” He mutters to himself, but so far he acts like he’s not part of the current ongoing situation. 

“It was surprisingly easy. I knew everything, or mostly everything, and yeah,” you told MJ. “Mrs. Gardener says she’ll try and grade it tonight.”

“I told you that you could do it! Look at you go,” MJ replies and she gives you a smirk and a knowing expression. 

“Yeah well, I studied all night and…Well, I had a good tutor.” Your eyes land on Peter and at your statement he slowly lifts his head up and stops staring at his hands. 

“No need to thank me,” MJ interrupts the staring contest you’re currently having with Peter and turns to start walking, whispering something to the boy, before addressing you. “Text me if you get your grade tonight!”

She makes her way towards the school doors—walking because no, [Y/N] I don’t run because I am too cool for that—but you don’t miss the thumbs up she shoots you as she exits. You pack several textbooks into your bag awkwardly, listening to Peter shift around and sniffle a couple times. You close your locker and turn around, neither of you saying a word. 

You scrape your foot against the floor and you’re wondering who’s going to say something. You’re excited to talk to him, to officially thank him for basically saving your life along with twenty three other people’s lives, and he’s just staring at you. Gazing at you in a way no one has ever looked at you before. In the way he always has. 

His eyes are tracing off the slope of your nose and the color of your eyes and the way you’re currently biting your lip to distract yourself, and his heart is racing, racing, racing, and he really did wish that he had Karen this time to give him some advice. He knows that MJ’s pep talk before should have given him an ego boost so that he could finally confess his feelings for you, but he was still struggling to get one word out of his mouth. You’re just so—everything about you made his heart fall to the floor and he’s freaking out.

“So…” He starts.

“So…” you repeat, locking eyes with him. “"You’re Spider-Man, huh?”

He gives you an incredulous look. “What? Wha—no, no! Where on Earth did you get that idea?” 

“Okay, so you’re not ignoring my texts and me because you’re a Spider-themed superhero who constantly saves Queens, New York,” you tell him, acting like you believe him. “And I just found out your alter-ego which I shouldn’t have?”

“Of course not,” he stammers and you quirk a brow, taking a step towards him as he takes a step back. 

“So Spider-Man just happens to coincidentally be about the same height as a young man I know as Peter Parker and have the exact same voice as him and the same figure and they both happen to do that thing where they lower their voice in front of other people to sound tougher and impress—”

“Okay, okay!” Peter stops you, sighing as his shoulders slump down in defeat. He gives in and you smile brightly, ignoring the sudden proximity between you two. “I’m Spider-Man.”

“I knew it! That’s so…awesome! I mean you were already pretty awesome as Peter Parker and you’re also Spider-Man so you’re, like, double awesome? So cool,” You gush suddenly and Peter’s blushing hard. “You’re literally my hero both ways—even though I could totally save myself, just saying—but because of you I don’t have a bullet through my head and I have a chance of actually passing my test!” 

“N-no problem, [Y/N], but that was all you, you know,” Peter says and he tries to steady his breathing. “But, uh, um, I came here to say—well, to tell you something else. Kind of.” 

He fiddled with his sweater and he’s stuttering trying to get the words out. He’s rocking on the balls of his feet, thinking about all the ways he’s going to get rejected, and all the ways he won’t care if he gets rejected because he doesn’t believe in the friend zone and he will respect your decision over anything because if you do not see him romantically that’s your choice and he knows he would have no right or reason to be mad at you for that. He would be sad, sure, but he just cares about respecting you and keeping you happy without forcing anything onto you. God, god, god, he’s so nervous. He’s rambling to himself. 

Come on, Peter. You got this. 

“So MJ and I were talking with Ned and she found something out about me—not the Spider-Man thing, she doesn’t know about that, only you and Ned do, but yeah, not the point, sorry. Anyways, you make me…really, really nervous. And I always want to impress you because you’re smart and funny and adorable and we like the same things and I in no way was trying to take advantage of you by trying to be your tutor, I genuinely wanted to help you and,” He looks up at you and you can see how flustered he is. He lets out the shakiest breath you’ve ever heard and you grin. “MJ set this whole thing up because…I…like you.” 

“Oh, wow.” 

Your brain is a mess. It’s like a jumbled mess of numbers is screaming out you and a big, red sign in your head is going OH!!! MY!! GOD!! and you gulp. No one had ever talked about you like that before. Yeah, it wasn’t the best or most romantic of eloquent thing you’ve ever heard, but it was how he said it. He was a mess because of you. You did that to him. He does that to you. 

“Peter…I like you too,” you admit and it comes out in such a rushed, hurried breath that he almost didn’t hear it. “This is such a relief, we both like each other. Thank goodness.” 

Peter chuckles, but there’s still a hint of anxiety in there.

 [Y/N] is so cute, I’m going to explode. 

Suddenly, your phone rings and you remember that your mom is here to pick you up. You both give each other an innocent look and you try to say something before walking away. You don’t know how to exactly say it and you know it’s going to take a lot of courage to say it but—

“Do you…wanna, you know, go to homecoming with me?” You blurt out and it’s said so clearly that you surprise yourself and Peter. “Considering the fact that if I get a good grade on my retake I can go. And if my parents finally decide to let me interact with someone romantically.”

His eyes widen. “Ho-homecoming? With you? Of course, yes, totally, I’d love to go with you, that’s so awesome, I’ll—yeah, yes.”

“Good. I’ll, I will text you. We’ll text each other. We can sort everything out.”

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” he says sighing slightly dreamily and distracted. You just asked him out? He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “T-talk to you later?”

“Yeah,” you say and you turn to walk out the door and into your mom’s car before she yells at you, but on a quick last minute choice, you run back quickly and kiss his cheek. “Bye, nerd.”

He watches you walk away and in the midst of currently losing his mind, he’s worried about one thing. 

What on earth is he going to wear?

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I Despise You - Edmund x Reader (Pt.2)

Warnings: none

Characters: Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Susan Pevensie and (Y/N)

Setting: The Golden Age, Narnia

Blurb (???i think???): (requested by @alwaysinnarnia) The reader is a Swordswoman/Knight of Doorn and visits Narnia, soon getting off on the wrong hand with King Edmund. She stays in Narnia and they train together, and they become friends and maybe something more…


“Lady (Y/N)?”

A reply sounded underneath (Y/N)’s breath, but every word sounded like a vicious grunt as she tried to tighten her corset. “I’m. Not. A. Lady.”

She released her numb arms which where twisted behind her back and approached the door. “Who is it?”

“Susan. Uh, are you alright? You sound like you’re in pain.”

“Just fine, your majesty.” The pained girl managed to say before trying to catch her breath.

“May I come in?”

(Y/N) released her tightened shoulders into a slouch and opened the chamber door. Sticking her head out, she saw the High Queen of Narnia looking absolutely beautiful.

Her tall figure was hugged by a dark red dress, and dark hair was out in waves with a golden crown sitting atop her head.

Her blue eyes matched her warm smile as she asked, “It’s the corset, isn’t it?”

“By the name of Aslan, I have never felt this much pain.”

A giggle erupted from her lips as (Y/N) opened the door wider to let her in. In the back of her mind, she was ridiculing herself for the fact that the High Queen of Narnia walked in on her unable to handle a corset.

There was a dinner in half an hour and to be frank, (Y/N) wasn’t too keen on sitting across a certain somebody who embarrassed her earlier today. She hadn’t seen him since she left the training area, and believe it or not, she wasn’t intending to find him either.

The centaur, Wulfric, had shown the new guest around Cair Paravel and escorted (Y/N) to her room after a few hours. The room she was given was decorated with drapes of maroon and gold, as well as silver. The four poster bed was twice the size of her’s back at home and they were fitted with the silkiest sheets she’d ever felt.

It all smelled refreshing and the fireplace had beautiful ornaments and objects on the mantelpiece. A bookshelf stacked with history books and fiction gave off a smell of pure happiness. The lavatory and bath were set up immaculately with soaps and fancy looking liquids in various places. (Y/N) was also provided with a desk and various envelopes along bottles of ink to write back to Doorn once they sent letters.

Wulfric was kind enough to bandage her shoulder which was injured soon after the sword-fight.

“How are you enjoying your stay so far, Lady (Y/N)?” Queen Susan asked politely.

“Please,” the swordswoman grunted, trying to scratch her back. “Call me (Y/N).”

“Here,” she gestured to the corset, “I’ll help with that.”

(Y/N) sighed in relief as Queen Susan led her to the mirror and began to fiddle with the stitching of the garment.

“Your kingdom is wonderful,” (Y/N) stated truthfully. “I haven’t seen anything like it.”

She really hadn’t seen such beautiful scenery before in her life; Doorn was never that connected to the outside world. Military forces was the heart of the country, and to hold a ball was rare and (Y/N) would hardly attend. She never learnt the manners princesses, ladies or Queens learnt; she was only taught how to fight.

Sometimes she’d even think that she was missing out on that ‘exciting’ life of a real princess; with the tiaras and the dresses. But at this moment, as Queen Susan adjusts the reason for (Y/N)’s suffocation, she wasn’t very interested.

She looked at the swordswoman through the mirror and gave a lovely smile. “The people are wonderful and strong, they really make this kingdom what it is.”

(Y/N)’s breathing slowed as she loosened the material. “You know,” she stated. “You don’t have to wear a corset to dinner.”

She mentally slapped myself as the material appeared in Queen Susan’s hands, leaving (Y/N) in a thin gown. She flushed bright red at her stupidity and rushed to the closet to find the simplest gown.

“I’m sorry, your Highness,” the visitor muttered. “We don’t wear gowns or corsets; that might seem ridiculous to you…”

“Absolutely not!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I hope one day all the corsets in this world will burn.”

A laugh escaped both their lips as (Y/N) found a simple long-sleeved, dark blue dress. “How about this, your Highness?”

Queen Susan’s eyes lit up as she walked up to her, admiring the dress with utmost confidence. “It’s made for you.”

(Y/N) grinned and unfolded a screen to change behind.

As she hung up the dress, (Y/N) heard the Queen call before closing the door, “Oh, and please call me Susan. I hate formalities just as much as you do.”


(Y/N) made her way down the hall hurriedly, holding the dark dress in bunches in her fists.

She couldn’t find the bloody dining hall.

Her feet were shuffling awkwardly from time to time to see who was coming around the corner, but the whole place was deserted.

Then she knew it was wrong of her to take too many right turns.

But then, (Y/N) heard an echo of a laugh and her ears perked towards the sound. She didn’t bother wearing fancy shoes, so she just stuck with the leather boots she arrived with.

(Y/N) found a marble staircase soon enough, and took a pause to breathe. The railing was pure gold and the stairs were shining a pristine white, making her wonder how long it took to polish.

She made her way down as fast as she could, feeling her hairdo that a maid had prepared for her fall out. (Y/N) groaned and removed the pins from her hair, rushing her fingers through her scalp which undid the fancy bun.

Sighing with relief, she found the door Wulfric had shown earlier. There were carvings of flowers and fauns dancing through the trees. (Y/N) opened one large door and entered with her head bowed respectfully.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, please accept my-”

Before finishing the sentence, (Y/N) looked at around at the large dining table, which was completely empty.

“Apology,” She huffed in annoyance as she leaned against the heavy doors, catching her breath.

(Y/N) took a moment to admire how unbelievably clean the room was and the red and gold decor that made it seem so pristine. She scratched the back of her neck and took a seat at the end of the long table.

‘Was there another dining room?’ She thought. ‘Was later than I thought?’

“You aren’t late,” a calm voice said. (Y/N) whipped her head around to see a tall, young man with blue eyes. He was wearing a golden crown on his golden haired head.

“You must be…” She stood up swiftly, and bowed. “King Peter. High King, sorry.”

He showed his glistening teeth as he smiled. “Peter. Susan’s told me about you, you seem very respectful.”

“I was taught to be,” (Y/N) answered pridefully.

He walked around the table gracefully and adjusted a crookedly placed fork as the newcomer said, “I heard a laugh. I didn’t know if it was just me-”

“Oh, that was Lucy. We’re seated in another dining hall.

(Y/N) blinked. “You have two dining halls?”

Peter laughed and offered her his arm. “You’re our guest, so we’ll be heading to the guest hall.”

She smiled up at him and took his arm happily as he led the way underneath the stairs and took off to another corridor she hadn’t noticed.

(Y/N) heard the laughter again and pushed the nervous butterflies in her stomach away. Why was she nervous? She tried to push up the sleeves of the dress which started at her shoulders. Self consciousness creeped in and she was beginning to acknowledge how much neck was showing.

The High King let go of (Y/N)’s arm and pushed open the door before him, revealing a intricate marble carved table with the Queens of Narnia sitting across each other on cushioned chairs.

Susan waved (Y/N) over, and after turning to Peter and thanking him, she took the empty spot beside her.

“The dress looks beautiful on you, but what happened to your hair?”


(Y/N) forced a smile. “Must’ve gone undone when I was trying to find this part of the castle.”

The youngest girl giggled. “You really aren’t from here.”

(Y/N) turned to who she guessed was Queen Lucy and recognised her brown-red hair glinting brightly.

“Hi!” She waved happily.

(Y/N) smiled and bowed politely, soon noticing that the dark-haired king was nowhere to be seen.

Queen Lucy giggled once more. “I’ve never seen a girl bow to us. It’s cool.”

(Y/N) frowned. “Am I not supposed to bow?”

The bubbly girl stood up and moved away from the dining table so the newcomer could see her. The queen curtsied, bowing her head and lifting her skirts delicately.

“We curtesy when we come across royalty.” Susan explains after the young girl takes her seat again.

(Y/N)’s ears seemed warm and she felt colour fill her cheeks. Well, this is embarrassing. Another thing her parents hadn’t taught her to do while she was here.

Peter chuckled, “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Lady (Y/N). We’ll teach you everything we know before the meeting takes place.”

She gave a small relieving smile and stated warmly, “Thank you, Peter. Also, call me (Y/N); it makes me feel better.”


Almost three hours had past in the dinning room and it was a night she surely couldn’t forget. Jokes were shared, stories were told, and they laughed until tears filled their eyes. (Y/N) felt at home.

Her stomach was still heavy from the enormous meals that were presented to her and the dessert was unbelievable. Peter, Susan and Lucy were still children, but they were so wise; each and every one of them.

Well, expect for the king Edmund who didn’t show up. That was no surprise.

(Y/N) held her bloated stomach that couldn’t handle the dress any longer. She stumbled through her chamber door and locked it after she entered.

As she moved her hand to press against head after her new headache, (Y/N) opened the lavatory door. Her eyes met with a comfortable looking night gown and a hot bath with soaps already prepared.

She sighed and removed her shoes, and not long after a small knock sounded at the door. Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) trudged towards the door, rubbing her sleep deprived eyes and twisted the doorknob.

In front of her stood King Edmund, and his hands were clutching a large wooden box.

(Y/N) looked furiously at him. “Leave me alone.”

“It’s for you,” he said unhesitatingly. “If you won’t take it, then I’ll give it to someone else.”

She rolled her eyes again and began to close the door before he stopped it with his foot. He looked at (Y/N) intently with his dark eyes, the freckles on his cheeks were illuminated in the moonlight. He appeared handsome, she noticed, but still nothing more.

“I apologise for what I did today,” he admitted. “I want you to take this as a gift from me and my siblings for being here.“

She looked at the polished box and exhaled tiredly. “Thank you. Now, hand it over.”

“I’ll put it down beside your bed.”

“No, I’ll take it.” She said sternly.

“Lady (Y/N), this is heavier than you think.”

She scoffed stubbornly. “I’m not a lady. I can handle it.”

He smiled sarcastically. “Fine.”

As soon as (Y/N) opened her arms, he shoved the box to her and soon she felt the heavyweight items in there.

(Y/N)’s hands gripped as hard as they could, not letting the box slip from her and her forearms as they were being marked by its corners.

“So,” he said in a tone of happiness. “I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.”

(Y/N) was about to yell in response before he disappeared around the corner.

She huffed a loose piece of hair from her face and banged the door shut with her foot.

“Arrogant. Stupid.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath as she stumbled to set the box down. Upon opening it, (Y/N) found set of polished chainmail, training gear and a brand new sword - the one the kind blacksmith had let her borrow. Was it now hers?

(Y/N)’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices outside of her door, arguing incessantly. It sounded like Peter…

The door suddenly burst open, basically scaring (Y/N) out of her skin, and there appeared Peter with an apologetic smile on his face. “I apologise wholeheartedly for my brother’s behaviour. You’re a guest and should be treated as such, and Edmund should make it up to you.”

(Y/N) looked at the High King’s brother lurking outside of her chamber door impatiently. His dark eyes looks directly into hers, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up when he observed the dress she wore.

“Oh, I forgot to tell the both of you,” Peter reminded himself out loud. “You two will be training together for the next couple of weeks until (Y/N)’s departure.”

“What?” (Y/N) and Edmund exclaimed simultaneously, looking at the High King who tried to hide his smile.

“Starting tomorrow,” he pointed out. “Goodnight (Y/N), Edmund.”

Peter rushed out the door, leaving (Y/N) and Edmund alone, furious. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb. “I don’t have time for this…”

The visitor scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so-”

“What?” He interrupted, stepping inside the room with raised eyebrows. “I’m so what?”

“It’s only been a day and you already hate my guts.“ (Y/N) stated angrily. “It’s not like I burnt your training area to the ground.”

“You really think I care that much about my training area?” He asked.

“It sure seems like it,” She retorted.

King Edmund smiled, not a happy or genuine smile; one that seemed sarcastic and lacked emotion.

He took one step towards (Y/N) with his arms crossed over his chest. His features were lit by the moon once more.

“Never mind me. You’re from Doorn, you might have trouble understanding the concept of territory. I forgive you for using my workspace.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The girl growled defensively.

The king looked directly into her eyes. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“You’re crossing the line-”

“Line?” He inquired. “For a Doorn noble? The irony really is remarkable.”

Fuming, the girl reached for her sword on her dressing table and unsheathed it to direct it underneath the king’s chin. Although, he had a dagger already pointed threateningly against her waist.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burn with fury and the heartbeat in her ears drowned all the sound. She was a couple of inches away from King Edmund’s face and she could see the wrath in his dark eyes.

He whispered so low, he gave the swords woman chills. “I would say you look better in your fighting gear, but wouldn’t that be offensive?”

Confusion struck (Y/N)’s face and thoughts. “What?”

His eyes flickered to the skirts of her dark blue gown and back to her eyes, his gaze unwavering. He leaned back and removed the dagger from (Y/N)’s side, leaving her in a position of leverage.

She removed the sword from his throat few moments later and sheathed it. The king walked towards the door with his hands folded behind his back with utmost humbleness; like the previous situation never occurred.

“Goodnight, Knight (Y/N).” He farewelled, leaving (Y/N) in surprise when he addressed her by her appropriate title. “We’ll be training hard tomorrow. And by we, I mean you.”

just finished blue lily lily blue this was a wild ride from start to finish

BTS Reaction to finding out you watch their FMV edits on YouTube

Min Yoongi, being the ultimate grandpa that he is, would ask “What in the fuck is an FMV?” You’d be almost too embarrassed to show him, but once you showed Yoongi one, his eyes would get wide, more wide than you had ever seen them before. “How many of these are there?” He’d ask in awe/wonder. Knuckles cracking, you’d have an almost maniacal grin on your face. “We haven’t even touched the surface,” As you typed vigorously into the url bar, looking up what was last watched in your history.

Kim Namjoon knew excatly what FMV’s were, and what exactly was flowing through the inter webs of Youtube. He’d smirk sassily at you, almost taunting you with his gaze, “There’s so many of them out there, Y/N, which ones do you watch exactly?” Your face would turn bright red, as you didn’t want to admit any of the “emotional” ones you had previously watched on a dark night, when you were feeling a little angsty and depressed. “That’s none of your business, Namjoon,” you’d blurt at him, as he chuckled, covering his face amidst his laughter. “You don’t have to lie to kick it, Y/N.”

Jeon Jungkook, you’d think, wouldn’t know what FMV’s were, like Yoongi, but the blush that crept across his face would tell you otherwise. He’d look away, staring at the wall with an open stare, as he asked, “Please don’t tell me you’ve watched the, um, s-sexy ones?” His stutter would make you giggle shyly, as you’d grab his shoulder playfully. “What do you mean by the ‘sexy’ ones, big boy?” Jungkook would sharply turn his head to you in shock, his face twitching in embarrassment. “Y/N, you know what I mean!” As he quickly would stand up, briskly walking out of the room, a flustered look on his face while you giggled hysterically.

Kim Seokjin would clap in excitement that you had seen BTS’ FMV’s as well. “Y/N, I love them so much! Our ARMY’s are so creative and come up with so many amazing scenarios we could be in,” he’d say joyfully, looking at you with a gleaming smile on his face. Taken aback, you’d ask, “Wow, Jin, I didn’t know you would like them so much, which ones are your favorite?” Jin would chuckle, flipping his hair with a stealthy sexiness to it, while admitting, “Of course the fantasy ones with me as the star. Have you seen the Beauty and the Beast ones? You know how much I love Disney Princesses…”

Park Jimin would shyly grin at you, his cheeks raising with a softness, and yet his eyes hid the subtle knowledge of what you were getting at with the FMVs you admitted to watching. “I’ve caught Jungkook watching some of those one night before bed. He was so embarrassed, but I really liked them,” he admitted, scooting a bit closer to you, your jaw dropping at his sudden truth bomb. You would gulp slowly, trying to stay steady against the couch, his sudden closeness making you more aware of your surroundings. Jimin would chuckle lightly, looking at his lap, and then back at you. “Y/N, it’s honestly kind of a turn on that you watch things like that, it makes me know that you think of me in a more adult way.”

Jung Hoseok would be confused at first, but then understand as to why you watched the FMVs on YouTube. “Y/N, am I not cool enough to hang out with in real life, that you have to watch these edits?” He’d ask, almost saddened. You’d suddenly embrace him in your arms, slipping your hands across the backs of his shoulders, rubbing gently. “Of course not, Hoseok! I love you as you are, you know that. It’s just really cool to see all these story line AUs, and see what people come up with, you know?” Hoseok would glance towards your eyes slowly, and then suddenly shine his perfect smile. “Of course I know I’m amazing, I am your favorite pocket of sunshine after all, right?”

Kim Taehyung would flash his boxy, smile filled giggle towards you, as he found your secret liking of FMV’s to be, apparently, hilarious. “What’s so funny, Tae?!” You’d glare at him, flicking his knee with your forefinger, as he’d gasp in faux shock that you “harmed” him. “Y/N, there’s no need for your brutality, especially when I know exactly what kind of those videos are on the internet.” Taehyung would wink at you, as your eyes shifted away from his, rolling to the back of your head in sarcasm. “Oh shut your face, Tae. You know I’m not the only one guilty of watching them. Jimin told me alllll about you and Kookie watching them in his room at 1am last week,” you’d tell him with truth, as you shimmied away, his slack jawed look staring at the back of you as you shifted out of sight.

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Carat Selca Day

Genre: Fluff

If you are on Carat Amino, you might have seen me post this there.

A scenario where Joshua sees your Carat Selca Day selca.

It was a quiet day in Seventeen’s studio. After what seemed to be the hundredth hour of practice, they were taking a break; each taking to their respective spots to rest. Some decided to scroll through their phones and others were sprawled on the ground for a power nap.

“Hyung, what’s a carat selca day?” Dino asked suddenly to no one in particular. Mingyu raised an eyebrow at the maknae.

“Isn’t it self explanatory?”

“Carats upload a selca alongside their bias’ selca.” Joshua added, scrolling through the hashtag on twitter. 

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