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The Only Exception (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,523

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)

A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.

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It straight up hurts my soul that there are people out there blind to this woman's beauty.

Originally posted by geekyspinne


So she has gray hair.   So fucking what.  Most of us out there are going to have it someday, and hell.  Some won’t even make it out of their 20’s without it. 

Tell me something.  Does the color of your hair define who you are as a person?  Because it absolutely shouldn’t.  I’m sorry, but the very idea that it would is bullshit. 

Melissa McBride, from all accounts, is a wonderfully genuine person.  She’s well loved by her peers, and she has this amazing talent that allows her to speak a thousand and one words without saying a word.  She’s creative and kind and a precious gift to The Walking Dead fandom.  Her portrayal of Carol Peletier has transcended genres and made people that would normally shun shows like TWD take notice. 

And oh, yeah.  She has gray hair. 

But you know what else she has? 

A special sort of chemistry with her costar Norman Reedus.  A sparkly kind of something that is pretty rare on television because in the absence of unambiguous evidence of the true nature of their characters’ love (and it’s love, dammit…fight me), she’s drawn you in.  Admit it.  Even if you balk against the very idea of romantic love between Carol and Daryl, you cannot deny they are special to each other.

And why shouldn’t they love each other like that? 

Oh, I forgot.  It’s the gray hair.  That somehow renders a person a used up has-been around these parts.  That negates any desire to have a loving emotional and yes, sexual connection with the person they are closest to in the entire post-Apocalyptic world. 

Really people? 

Melissa McBride and her character are fucking gorgeous, and you know why?  It comes from within.  Don’t get me wrong.  Both of them rock the gray hair like nobody’s business–I can only hope I do the same one day, and thanks to MMB, I’m not so afraid of it anymore, but even if they didn’t, I’d still look up to them for so many reasons that I won’t go into right now. 

I’m not even going to address the absurdity that she’s somehow not a good match for Norman’s Daryl because she has gray hair and therefore, she must be old.  They’re literally the most age-appropriate couple in theory on the entire show besides maybe Carl and Enid.  They’re contemporaries.  And you know what? They look absolutely gorgeous together, but that’s not even the best part.  Their chemistry is a thing of beauty, and Carol’s and Daryl’s hearts?  Know each other.  They recognize each hard-earned beat. 

So don’t come at me again with this ageism fuckery.  Because it makes me sad that the people in my fandom can be so shallow, for them and for this adorable lady who deserves nothing of this. 

Look at her.

Originally posted by thedeadwalkinq

 Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves, and I feel…I just feel sad that this is a thing. 

Originally posted by orchidsandrazors

 

Stepping off my soapbox now.  I can’t take the credit for the gifs of this lovely human.  That goes to the gif-makers.  I hope you don’t mind my borrowing them. 

Here’s a silly one. Rank Katie’s roles in terms of hawtness (@rtracker).

Alrighty. This killed me, because personally, I would just choose them all. Can’t I just have them all??? It was almost as difficult as having to decide which character I would date (a high point in my life), so thanks for that! But first I had to consider my criteria for Maximum Hawtness™. It was necessary. I mean we all know Katie is gorgeous and hot af no matter what. So instead I had to consider things beyond Katie’s perfect face.

Sooo personal style, attitude, the way she carries herself, innocence vs. …naughtiness? Sauciness? Can that be a thing? Sure! Oh, and chemistry and interactions with other characters. That’s a big one. Leaving out the usual characters. So here is my list.

1. Kate Foster (But of course!)

Pretty sure a lot of you have seen me freak out about Kate. When it comes to judging hawtness, I am all for the sharp and pointy. When did the question of wanting fries cause anyone to become uncomfortably aroused?? When Kate Foster asked the question, that’s when! Kate is smooth, seductive and she spends pretty much her entire date with Erica looking like she is ready to rip her clothes of with her teeth. …Yeah that’s pretty hot. Bonus points for the lingering touches and the sex hair the morning after. #shooketh

2. Lena Luthor

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The perfect combination of sharp and pointy and soft and squishy. There is definitely something about her that has drawn so many in. The heart-eyes, the perfect buns, the eyebrows, the lip-bite, the red lipstick… Then there is the fact that she dresses like she’s on her way to view the next big line during fashion week (That Magenta Coat™ tho). Speaking of the lip biting, heart-eyes, and eyebrows, is it me or is Lena more flirty than pretty much all of Katie’s characters combined? Throw all of that on top of the fact that she is an angel and classy af and you can just consider me deceased.

Pssst. If you are for any reason interested in more of Katie being hot and/or my somewhat warranted opinion/endless thirst, keep reading! Ok let’s move on.

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Devil In Me Part 3 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me, Part 3 (Part 1) (Part 2)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “Oh, my dear, it’s honestly so futile to struggle.”

Word Count: 4,592

Tags: @rebelfleur22 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @onebigfangirlworld | @boundtomyfate | @georgiadean37 | @nickysmum1909 | @xxmaddhatterrxx | @superrezzy00| @florenceivy | @leteverythingexist |

A/N: Hey guys! I feel like my excerpts for this series are always going to be long. ALWAYS. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!

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NO WORRIES [BARRY ALLEN]

request: “Barry Imagine where reader is Barry’s gf and goes to the family Christmas party and meets Team Flash for the first time? thanks for taking requests!!!!!!!” — by anon

a/n: sure sure, i hope you like this one! 😊 oh and i made this imagine take place in season 3 just to let anyone know lol

Masterlist + Request here!

Barry had been trying hard not to laugh at how rattled and nervous you seemed as he drove all the way to Joe West’s household. You were looking back at the window, counting each tree that you passed by to calm your nerves, and your knee was frankly bouncing up and down too much.

“Y/N.” He called your attention, placing a gentle hand on your mentioned knee with a smirk on his face. “If you don’t stop doing that, you might actually find yourself flying out of this car.” he teased, in which you rolled your eyes and slapped his hand.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t even notice that I was doing it.” you let out a shaky laugh.

Barry frowned slightly at the way your voice shook, knowing that you were getting nervous once again for what was installed for you tonight.

You were going to spend your Christmas Eve with Barry for the first time, but that wasn’t the reason why your head seemed to be all over the place, but it was because you were also going to spend it with his family as well with Team Flash, as Barry had already confessed that he was indeed the red speedster protecting Central City.

You feel his thumb rub comforting circles on the back of your hand and although you appreciated it so much, you were still goddamn anxious.

“They’re not going to hate you.” he reminded you just as he stopped the engine and parked the car in front of the house.

You sighed, “I hope they won’t.”

“They won’t.” Barry repeated, removing your seatbelts for you. “I’m sure of it. And even if they did, which they wouldn’t, I’d still be with you. We can be like Romeo and Juliet or something.” he teased, making you laugh.

“You should really win a noble prize for doing amazing pep talks, Barry Allen.” you teased back and he grinned, leaning in to give you a swift kiss of assurance.

“I’m serious, though. Don’t worry much. They’re going to absolutely love you.” Barry said before going out of the car to rush towards the other side, opening the door for you like the true gentleman he was.

You smiled at his words, “Thanks, Bare. I needed that.” you kissed his cheek.

The two of you headed to the front door. You were pleased to meet Iris first, since she was the one who answered it for you, and was surprised when she suddenly pulled you in a tight hug when you were just about to extend your hand out.

“It’s good to finally meet you, Y/N!” Iris grinned as she lets you go. “I’ve been looking forward to this night ever since Barry told me you were coming and I must say, the pictures that he showed me doesn’t do you any justice.”

You blushed at her words and Barry silently groaned.

“Okay, Iris, you don’t want to scare her off.” he said which made you shake your head.

“No, it’s fine.” You told him. “Actually, I could say the same to you, Iris. You are far more beautiful than what I imagined you to be.”

Iris smirked, “I like you already, Y/N.” she laughed. “Anyway, come inside, both of you. Dad’s in the kitchen, serving Grandma Esther’s famous eggnog.”

You raised your eyebrows just as Iris gently grabs your wrist, dragging you inside while you look at Barry, watching him shrug and smile.

“Dad!” she called the attention of a familiar looking man you once saw inside the precinct when you visited Barry once. “This is Y/N, she’s Barry’s special girl.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Detective West.” you shook his hand.

Barry abruptly cleared his throat beside you, “You know, Iris, from what I remember, it is supposed to be my job to introduce my girlfriend to the family and not yours.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle because of what he said, feeling a light weight on your shoulders and realizing that it was only his arm.

“Well, you were too slow so I had to take the matter to my own hands.”

“Please, I’m called the fastest man alive for a reason.” Barry bragged.

Joe West sighed and locked his eyes with yours, “Kids. They will always be kids.” he sent you a gentle smile. “Want some eggnog? It’s a famous recipe and you cannot simply leave this place before you try one.”

“Then count me in.” you smiled back.

Just as you were about to grab the cup between his hands, someone beat you to it and immediately place his lips on it to take a sip, causing Joe to quite hardly slap the person’s arm.

“Cisco, that was supposed to be for Y/N.” he scolded.

The boy widened his eyes, “Y/N?” he glanced sideways and saw you. “As in the girl who Barry cannot stop talking about and gush about for the past weeks? That Y/N?”

“Yes, Cisco, thanks for giving me away.” Barry answered for you instead.

You laughed, “Francisco Ramon, I assume?”

“Franchesco as I like to call him.” a middle aged man interrupted you, shaking your hand then. “I’m Harrison Wells 3.0, also known as H.R., also known as the better and handsomest of all the Harrison Wells.” he grinned.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” you returned the gesture.

Barry was delighted to see that everybody was welcoming you with open arms. Caitlin had soon walked over and introduced herself along with Julian Albert, whom you already knew because you visited Barry’s lab a lot, and Wally West who was also very happy to meet you. He knew your course when you were back in college had something to do with the track he was pursuing as well, and that made the two of you click almost instantly.

After what seemed like hours of talking with every single one in the room, whether it be about you, about them, about your relationship with Barry, the thought of them ever hating you quickly vanished as the night dawned deeper. You felt ridiculous for ever thinking such thoughts and had the urge to apologize for thinking that way.

The door closed just as the both of you said your goodbyes, walking hand in hand towards the car that has been waiting patiently at the sidewalk.

“Come on, I know you’ve been dying to say it.” You said, stopping at the pavement to talk to him before you got inside the vehicle.

Barry arched an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?” he questioned but it was obvious he did.

“Okay, I might have been overreacting a little bit about what they would think of me. I’m just honestly relieved that they didn’t pull a ‘if you hurt Barry, I’ll hurt you’ kind of talk.” you joked.

“I told you so.” he finally said which made you snort. “And they know you wouldn’t hurt me. You love me too much, right?” he teased, wrapping his arms around your body.

“Wow, someone’s a little too confident.”

“What, is it not true?” he taunted.

You raised your hands up in surrender, “Hey, I neither denied nor confirmed the statement.”

“Ouch.” he touched his chest where his heart was dramatically and the both of you laughed. Barry then grinned and got something from his pocket, “Which reminds me …” he dangled a mistletoe on top of your heads. “You know the drill.”

You chuckled, “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”

The two of you leaned towards each other and kissed, your hands travelling through his hair while his own squeezed you waist tightly. Before things can get heated of course, you heard Cisco’s shout from the household, you pulling away to look.

“Ha! Told you he would pull that stunt with Y/N. Where’s my money, Caitlin?”

You laughed at what you heard, Barry’s eyes rolling while his cheeks flush and in that moment, you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time you’ll be hearing from Cisco or the rest of Team Flash for that matter.

Pirates of the Caribbean sentence meme!
Quotes from all four movies under the cut - 300 total! Send in a sentence or send in  for a random starter!

1. A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!
2. Best start believing in ghost stories. You’re in one.
3. I feel nothing.
4. You’ve seen a ship with black sails that’s crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?
5. But I have seen a ship with black sails.
6. So this is where your heart truly lies, then?
7. I’m actually feeling rather good about this.
8. I thought I had you figured. Turns out you’re a hard man to predict.
9. A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
10. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you have to watch out for.
11. So we’re all men of our word, really.
12. Well, you’ve proven they’re mad.
13. That’s not much incentive to fight fair then, is it?
14. In a fair fight, I’d kill you.
15. Put it away. It’s not worth getting beat again.
16. I want you to leave and never come back.
17. I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means ‘no’.
18. Well, I suppose if it is worthless there’s no point in me keeping it.
19. The code is more what you’d call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules.
20. One good deed is not enough to save a man from a lifetime of wickedness.

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anonymous asked:

Papa Nordics hcs? Individually, not together!

I’ve been waiting for this

Denmark:

  • He is child in an adults body. Raising his own children would be a walk in the park! He’s always up for playing pretend or dress up with them and you better believe he will get them a mountain of Lego to play with!
  • Protect of his child, very. He’s one of those dads that will give his children alot of freedom but as soon as they’re going out with someone he wants to know who they are with and where. No harm shall come to them.
  • Dad jokes are extremely common, in fact he probably tells his child to call him ‘dadmark’! Every time he makes his child sigh or ugh he laughs and gives them a hair ruffle.
  • Sometimes it will feel like his child is looking after him, especially when he take them to the toy shop. On many occasions he will be the one buying the toys for his own entertainment. 
  • Pushes his children to their absolute limits and cheering them on every step of the way. If he knows that his child can do something he will bribe them, cheer them and whatever else to help them achieve their goals!
  • To annoy his child he does many things. His personal favorite being to tickling their hips till they’re crying with laughter and putting them on his shoulders (Still laughing) and running around the house!
  • He adores it when his child lets him do their hair, no matter the length or texture. If it’s short he gives them a quiff, if it’s long he’ll give them a danish braid! if it’s mid-way he’ll do plaited pigtails! 
  • Sometimes when he’s bored and his child is nearby, he’ll make a game out of trying to put his tiny hat on their head without them noticing. If he achieves it he’ll take a picture and posted it on Snap chat.
  • Trips to the shops to get ingredients is pretty common, he loves to bake with his child! Only the best danish pastries recipes will be taught and anyone who even smells them will being to drool!
  • When nobody is around or is coming over he will turn the living room into a giant pillow fort! He loves to see the look on his child’s face as they dive into the fort of pillows and blankets he’s made.

Dad rating: Everything is awesome 

Finland:

  • He is a very caring and fathering man, he is always doing everything he can for his children; the cooking, cleaning, general family bonding, anything to keep them happy!
  • Strictness wise he is rather flexible. MOST of the time he will brush of misbehavior and give his child a quick scold. Just, don’t make him angry. For the love of everything holy and your safety don’t!
  • The amount of worrying he does over his children is almost enough to worry about him. He is always on edge when his child is staying at a friends, you better believe he has the friends parents phone number!
  • You know when your mum/dad/guardian see a friend outside the shop and starts to talk for them for about fifty years? Yeah… he’s that dad. Best bring something to entertain yourself with!
  • He is very relaxed when it comes to emotional issues, if his children have any problems at all he’ll talk them through it and then give them words of encouragement and enthusiasm!
  • Also that dad that takes his children to the park and has a flock of mothers surrounding him. All of them are very kind and such, but can he please watch his baby whilst they’re swinging on the monkey bars?
  • One of the Parent Council dads, he is very involved in his children’s education. Plus he can prove that he’s the best at making cookies! No one can beat Santa’s cookies after all~
  • Speaking of being Santa, he’s children always get the best presents! But they do have to stay over at uncle Estonia’s house for Christmas eve. Only because he needs to do his job though.
  • Sauna days with his kids! He loves to just sit back and let the steam engulf him. If the steam is too intense for his child, they can always go for a nice swim in the pool!
  • He is always giving his children hugs. He will find any excuse to give his kiddo a tight snuggle, good moments and bad! Unless of course they don’t like hugs in which case, hair ruffles are good too! 

Dad rating: Baby in a box (If you don’t get that click: here)

Iceland:

  • At first, he has no idea what on earth he is doing. For those who are friends/family of Iceland will likely receive 3am phone calls with the topic; ‘What do I do when my child cries?’ 
  • He is probably that dad that is completely awkward dad that makes jokes at the wrong time, Denmark does that right? Denmark raised him so jokes are a thing that good dads do right? (Send the lad some help please)
  • Mr.Puffin is the official “HELP ME PARENT PLEASE!” bird, as much as it may annoy the poor puffin it will keep him busy. Family chill time is probably everyone’s favorite time.
  • Saying all of this, he does try his best. He tries to show his children the wonders of his land and others, as odd as it may seem he knows that the world is very large and he hopes they will see it all!
  • He enjoys telling them old folktales for bedtime stories! Sometimes he’ll go on for long after his child has fell asleep, so many tales that have been passed on to tell from the people lost in time.
  • They’re raised to be able to speak more than one language, He can get pretty embarrassed speaking his own language (Source: X (Trivia point!)). He wants his children to be able to wonder the world understand others!
  • School wise is eeh… He believes that education is the way too success but coming to him with homework or school drama is not the best idea. He either doesn’t know or doesn’t really care.
  • Discipline wise, he’s got it down to a T, he knows that as soon as the Wifi password is changed and the remotes have been hidden his child is all of a sudden going to be rather nice to him~
  • To add to the point above, he cannot stand bratty children. From day one he will tell them “You respect me, I respect you” and if they follow that rule then they will be very close!
  • He can be pretty clingy to his child, he doesn’t like to be surround by people but he’s not a big fan of being all by himself. His child will probably be around him alot to stop him from being too lonely.

Dad rating: How to be a good papa?

Norway:

  • The chill parent™ literally. He is very tolerant and patient with his children. He will let them do as they please as long as they stay within their boundaries. So long as they do it’s chill™
  • He will probably put his children on a pedestal like he does Iceland. He’s always going on about how his children are amazing and how cute they look in that outfit he bought them(like Maes from FMA? please tell me if i’m wrong)
  • To any out lookers, they would say that he’s got a good hand on raising his children. They would be right! Besides the mental screaming and the worrying coffee intake from lack of sleep due to worrying about them, he’s fine! 
  • Dad jokes are a thing, but in a weird way. His child can say anything and he would pause, stare and murmur a really bad pun under his breath. I.e. ‘Whoa, papa! Look at this!’ ‘……I can’t believe it’s not butter...’ 
  • He spoils his children more than he is willing to admit, they could see something on TV and he would surprise them with it the next day. He can’t really help it, he doesn’t want them to live like he used to.
  • Emotional stuff he’s pretty good at! He is able to sit there and listen to any problems his children are facing for hours if he must. He is also willing to hug them and sooth their worries with comforting songs!
  • Adores telling his children myths and folklore! Sometimes he’ll even take them on drives to the places and introduce them to the creatures that the stories are based around!
  • Whenever the midnight sun or the Nordic lights are on show he’ll let his children stay up to see them. Joined with the forces of caffeine and warm blankets he’ll sit outside with them all night if they want.
  • To him, his children are a blessing and something to live for. If he is ever lacking motivation or inspiration he’ll think about his children and BAM! You’ve got one very determined Norwegian.
  • He takes alot of time off work to spend with his children. He wants to be apart of their lives and for them to always know that he loves them, for him nothing is more important than his family.

Dad rating: Butter hurry up with that homework

Sweden:

  • This man is a papa and a half! He is already raising two kids (Sealand & Ladonia!) so the man knows what he’s doing. He is always alot more relaxed when with kids and is happy to care for them!
  • He is very good at keeping his children in line, how exactly? Star charts. He knows that losing a gold star is everyone’s worse nightmare and he will use this to his advantage. Gold stars are given to good kiddos only!
  • Want a tree house? Because his children are getting a tree mansion! Nearly all of their room’s furniture and toys are made by him, but don’t worry they’re made entirely out of love!
  • Super protective of his little ones! He would never let any harm come to them whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally. If anyone dares to hurt them he will be knocking on the culprits door at 3am!
  • Sometimes he’ll take his kids with him for a small fishing trip if the weather is right. Sure camping may be a little boring but it’s the bonding that counts! Plus fishing can be rather relaxing~
  • He is always willing to participate in games with his little ones, even pretend and sports! If it means that they’re gaining an interest in a possible future career or dream then he will do his best to guide them.
  • To his children he can seem like a rag doll at certain times, he doesn’t mind them climbing onto his shoulders or letting them borrow his glasses. If it keeps them happy and they’re safe then it’s fine.
  • Education wise he is the man when his children need help with homework. He will talk them through the problem and give them as much motivation as they need, sometimes in the form of pastries! 
  • All drawings and school achievements will have a special spot on the fridge for all to see. Any of his little ones achievements will be rewarded with a meal out wherever they want!
  • His absolute favorite thing in the world is to wake up with his little family all fallen asleep on the sofa with him, he thinks it’s so cute seeing them all snuggled up on top of him with a blanket covering them all~

Dad rating: Swedad

It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 2)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 5,643

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The following week after you and Jungkook have agreed to fake a relationship is met with complete radio silence, neither one of you reaching out to the other. Or necessarily feeling the need to.

You try not to think too deeply about this. After all, the unspoken terms you and Jungkook have settled upon in the formation of this unlikely partnership have been to fake romantic feelings and adoration for each other when (and only when) it was needed. Only when friends needed to see and hear the pair of you interacting. Given that Hoseok hasn’t been bothering you much about the relationship, you hadn’t felt the need to send a text over to Jungkook. And since he hasn’t texted you, you can only assume that Taehyung isn’t giving him much of a hard time about this either.

For now.

It isn’t until the second week after the ‘first date’ that Hoseok finally decides to bring him up over Saturday breakfast, where he is participating in his early morning video game routine and you have just started to eat your freshly prepared breakfast sandwich.

“So how’s Jungkook doing?”

You choke on the egg of your meal. “What?”

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My pastel prince

Summary: Pastel!Dan gets the amazing news that his boyfriend, Punk!Phil, is moving to his town. Dan gets bullied by his classmates and Phil finds out about it, but that Phil knows, doesn’t work out very well for Dan.

Excerpt: Dan had never been the reckless type, always choosing to take the safe route, not doing anything out of the ordinary. That excludes his wardrobe by the way, as that mainly consists of pastel colored sweaters and jeans. Also flower crowns, if he didn’t have one on his head, something was seriously wrong. Dan wasn’t very populair because of the way he liked to dress and he didn’t have any friends because of it. He did have a boyfriend however, but he lived about 250 kilometers away. Okay, maybe Dan did do things that were out of the ordinary, but that didn’t matter, right?

Genre: fluff, little bit of angst
Warnings: violence-bullying, implied smut (but nothing happens really) 

Word count: 13.042 

A/N: Holy shit! I’ve worked on this for half a year, it’s my baby! I really really hope you enjoy this. Giant shout out to Manon for proofreading and being enthusiastic about the story nearly every step of the way, you helped a lot <3
(Sorry about the title by the way, I’m apparently creative enough to create 13k coherent words but cannot come up with a less unoriginal and corny title)
~Lonneke 

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anonymous asked:

What would happen when the Aoba Josai crew walks in on their s/o in the middle of changing clothes?

I only put a couple of them but mainly because I think they would have a similar reaction to those I’ve already written or wouldn’t react much more than an apology. I hope this will do!

Also, notice! I’m sorry but in my eyes everyone in the entire Aoba Johsai team is at the very least ‘lowkey’ a pervert. Plus, the reason that I put the s/o so relaxed and playful about it is because they’re dating. They’ve probably already seen it all before so I thought there wouldn’t be any kind of taboo when it comes to that.


OIKAWA


• Let me get something straight here, Oikawa Tooru does not simply walk in on his s/o changing. He strategically plans it out.

• He’ll barge in with some great news that he possibly couldn’t have waited to share as a wide grin rests on his features. You can imagine his disappointment if you’ve only gotten your shoes off or if you were already done.

• He wouldn’t apologize, he’s seen you many times with minimal to no clothing and he feels comfortable enough around you to change in front of you as well if necessary and, quite honestly, the feeling is mutual.

• That, of course, does not mean that you wouldn’t roll your eyes at him and call him a pervert.

• He would turn into a complete and utter mess once you start teasing him. He’ll either be muttering nonsense or will try to engage in a battle of wits. Key word, try

“What’s the matter Tooru? Don’t like what you see?”

“It’s not that I don’t like what I see, it’s that I don’t like what I don’t see and–”

“Why don’t I help you see then?”

“W-well, I mean… Glasses! That’s right, m-my glasses are in the other room. No worries, I’m doing just fine and–”

“Trust me, you won’t be needing any glasses for what I’m thinking of.”

IWAIZUMI

• Honestly? Rip his soul. He was completely unsuspecting and probably just wanted to check up on you so that he could take you home but he walked in on you half naked and his spirit was no longer present.

• He tries to be a gentleman, he really does… But no one can deny the lustful gaze that he steadily kept on you for a moment or so before you noticed that he entered the room.

• Once he manages to look away you can definitely notice how his gorgeously tanned skin has turned 50 redder. He’ll become a stuttering mess while at it as well.

• He’d apologize for a million times but wouldn’t feel sorry at all. It was a sight to see and the only thing beating him up would be the fact that when it comes to you he cannot for the life of him keep his gentlemanly cool.

• Would compensate with an ice cream or something along the lines of that but wouldn’t stop apologizing for another two days.

•Just to point it out once more, he would not feel sorry about it at all.

YAHABA


•Would look away immediately, even after you tell him that it’s okay to look.

• He’s a respectful guy and wouldn’t hesitate on leaving right away unless you stop him.

• Due to how respectful you know he is, you wouldn’t mind asking him to clasp your bra or zip up your shirt if you were having troubles with that. Maybe even if you weren’t 👀

• Perhaps you’d just do it to tease him but honestly, if you’re feeling it you would definitely get him in the mood. Not even he is reluctant when it comes to your seductive ways.

• “Is it fair that I’m the only half-naked one here?”


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I swear why wasn’t this requested as slight nsfw or something 😂😂 I’m open to requests if anyone is feeling it!

anonymous asked:

7, 22 and/or 45! Whichever you feel like :P

combo platter! this also spiraled way out of control

7. fake relationship & 22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding

[read on ao3] [should also establish this is comics!chuck, not tv!chuck]

PART ONE

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The hitching goes off without a hitch.

As in, an adorable toddler rumbles down the walkway as the ringbearer and everyone coos, vows are shared, tears shed, people clap, and Betty is in the back, chugging champagne.

Which is probably not so all well and good, considering this is just the practice round.

It’s not so bad, really, Betty thinks, as she watches the new bride and groom gently sway across the dance floor. Considers that maybe she’s being dramatic.

After all, she’s happy for Nancy, her best work friend. She looks beautiful tonight, she’s been beaming all day, and Betty knows that her own anxiety around weddings is not fair to project around onto others.

And while she doesn’t know much about Nancy’s choice of husband, save for the fact that Chuck has done a couple of children’s books for the publisher for which they both work, their relationship certainly seems solid and cute, and Betty once again thinks that, alright, maybe she is being too dramatic.

But then she watches Chuck and Nancy share a kiss so tender and beautiful it feels wrong to have seen, and she curses. Apparently out loud, because a moment later, from a dry voice across the table comes, “You’d publish your mother with that mouth?”

She lowers her glass from her lips and glances over at the guy a few seats over. It’s just them at the table now, everyone else having gotten up to mingle, dance, or let themselves eat cake.

That is, just her and someone with dark hair, a downturned mouth that thus holds a frown with ease, and an angled face. Even in formal wear, something about him vaguely, dimly screams I was once a disaffected youth.

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Just Friends (part four) - Stiles Stilinski

Your knee was bouncing like crazy on the couch of your living room.  Your nerves were eating at you like angry gnomes in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry-” Stiles tried.

“No don’t” You shook your head, looking behind you to the kitchen where your mother currently was.  She’d invited him inside, and Stiles didn’t have the time to say no before your mom ushered both of you into the house.

“y/n I know you didn’t want me to be here and if you don’t want me here then I don’t want to be here if I’m not wanted” You wanted to protest, but you just shook your head, and avoided his gaze.

After everything you’d literally gone through earlier that day, you thought that this wouldn’t happen.  But here you were.

Then your mom came back out, smiling as she sat in a chair across from you.  “So” She said cheerfully.  “How long have you been together?”

“We’re just friends” You said, voice dangerously close to a mutter.

“Okay, well then how long have you been hanging out?” She asked.

“I don’t know” You lied with a shrug.  Even though you knew it was a month and a day.

“Alright… are you going to let Stiles here talk?” Your mom asked, and you looked to your lap.

“Miss y/l/n, it was really nice meeting you, and I’d like to talk again, but my Dad’s been expecting me home for dinner, so I think I should head out” Stiles said while standing.  You secretly sighed with relief.

“y/n can walk you to the door, we hope to see you again Stiles” Your mom said, and you just nodded, walking behind Stiles while your mother went back to the kitchen.

“y/n I’m sorry- I don’t want you to be mad at me” He said, a hand on your arm as you stood in the doorway.

“I’m not-” You glanced to the other room, seeing your Mom was in the kitchen, then whispered.  “I’m not mad at you Stiles, okay? I’m just glad Jerry wasn’t around”

“So I can come by more?” Stiles asked hopefully, smiling a little bit.  You bit your lip.

“I-I don’t know Stiles” You said with a head shake.  “Can we talk about this another time?” Stiles got the hint that you were done with the conversation, which happened quickly with this topic.  “Just.. just give me a few days and I promise we can talk about it again, okay?” He nodded.

“Can I hug you?” You giggled a little, and nodded your head.  Stiles leaned forward, tugging on your arm and pulling you against his chest.  Both of his long arms wrapped around your back.  Your nose was pressed into the crook of his neck, arms laying on the front of his chest.  Stiles set his chin on your head, and after a few seconds, you realized you were swaying back and forth.  You let your eyes slip shut, just enjoying this that you have right here.

“Stiles” He hummed in response.  “Thanks” And that was that.  You pulled away, hands holding each other’s fore arms.  Everything that you’d needed to tell him, came in that one word.  He opened his mouth to speak again, but you heard the garage door in the back opening.  Meaning Jerry was home.

“So-”

“You have to go” You rushed, and he stuttered  string of syllables you didn’t quite catch.  “Now, please” You begged, opening the door, and you pushed him towards it.

“y/n what’s-”

“Please just please go I’ll call you and we can talk about whatever you want I’ll answer any questions just right now you have to go” He paused, sucking in his lips and nodding.

“Okay” He said, walking out the door.  You were about to close it when he turned abruptly, taking your hand.  Your eyes shot up to his, and for the five seconds you stared at him, you realized no one had eyes as beautiful as his.  His hand squeezed yours, and then he let go.  “We’ll talk later” He said, walking off to the Jeep.  He got in quickly, and waved a little before driving off.

You stood at the door for a few extra moments, leaning on the frame and staring as his Jeep became a smaller and smaller dot.  You breathed out heavily.

Why’d you miss him?

~~~

You had quickly ran up the steps, entering the room, and closing your door silently.  You collapsed back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, fingers fumbling over your stomach.  You fell asleep curled up on the mattress.

You woke up two hours later to an obnoxious vibration and the sound of ducks.  Your eyes flickered open slowly, and you yawned as you grabbed your ringing phone.  You glanced at the screen, but pretty much knew only one person would call you anyways.

“’ello?” You mumbled sleepily into the speaker.

“Hey sunshine, did I wake you up?” You shook your head, then realized her couldn’t see you, so you made an ‘nuh uh’ sound into the phone.

“What time is it?” You asked quietly.

“About eight thirty, why gotta be somewhere?”

“No, no just wondering” You said, and rolled over to be laying on your side, curled up slightly under the covers, your phone laying on your cheek.

“So… care to explain earlier?” You licked your lips.

“Yeah okay” You said softly.  Stiles was patiently quiet, waiting for you to speak again.  “Um, Jerry came home” You said plainly.

“Yeah, and what is it that’s so wrong with him?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“He just uh… he gets drunk and asks dumb questions” You said.  “I didn’t want to embarrass you”

“Please, I don’t know if there’s anything that could possibly embarrass me, I handled your mom right?” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” You lied.  If Jerry met Stiles, you didn’t know who he’d beat the crap out of first, you, or him.

“So… I can still pick you up for school tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah okay” You shrugged.  “Just text me when you’re here, and I’ll just come outside to meet you” You told him.

“Alright, I can do that” Stiles said.  “I’ll swing through Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks on the way, what’s your favorite doughnut?” He asked.

“Oh, I don’t know I probably like any kind”

“Probably? Doughnuts aren’t like any other food, they’re a gift from the Gods”

“I’m an atheist Stiles” You chuckled, and he laughed with you.  You suddenly wished that you were there with him, hearing his laugh in person.  It always seemed to warm you up, lighten the mood.  But here, you just felt cold, and lonely.

“Alright, well should I be hanging up on you and letting you sleep?”

“Eh, we all know I’ll be up all night anyways” You said.

“So we can play games?” Stiles asked, a hopefulness in his voice, which made you smile.

“Yeah okay, what games?”

“Chutes and Ladders?” You rolled your eyes.

“Stiles” You scolded playfully.  “What games can you even play over the phone?” You asked, rubbing the corner of your eye.

“Truth or Dare?” He offered.  You thought for a moment.

“I think that’d just be truth or truth” You said.  “But sure, if that won’t bore you” 

“Yeah, sounds cool” He said.  “So, miss y/n, truth or truth?”

“Hmm” You pretended to contemplate.  “Truth” You answered with a giggle.  

“Favorite color?”

“(your answer)” 

“My turn” You said.  “Best memory?”

“Scott peeing on my sand castle in the first grade” You giggled.  “If you could have any pet in the world, what would you want it to be?”

“A turtle” You said.  “Not little, but big enough that I can carry them in both hands” You said.  “I’d name him Jelly” Stiles laughed.

“How creative of you” He said.  “Can I have a turtle too?”

“If I name it” You replied cheekily.

“Okay and what would you name it?” You thought for a moment about it.

“Alexander the Fourth” You replied after a few seconds of silence.  Again, Stiles laugh erupted from the speaker.  Your heart fluttered for an unknown reason.

You went on playing the game for another hour, your voice growing quieter as the night grew closer.  Your mother and Jerry had come upstairs and retreated to their room just down the hall.  You didn’t want to get into trouble for being on your phone, so you continued conversations in a whisper.

“Okay, goodnight y/n” 

“Hm?” You jolted, not remembering the past few minutes.

“You fell asleep, I’m going to bed now”

“How long was I out?” You asked, checking your phone.

“I dunno.. ten minutes tops” Stiles said through a yawn.  You held back your own.

“Okay” You said softly.

“Alright, well.. goodnight”

“Stiles wait-” But he’d already ended the call.  You pulled your phone from your ear, looking at the screen as it faded for a moment, before showing you your home menu.  “Goodnight” You sighed.

Maybe you’d talk to him later.


i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in a few days and i like to post at LEAST once a day… maybe i’ll write a quick little imagine to make up for that.  also.  WHERES MY STYDIA FANS BC THAT KISS(ES)!? DAMN! YES! words cannot describe how happy i feel.  my skin is clear i’m smiling at strangers and i’m flirting with cute peeps.  *high fives self* for once i’m thanking jeff davis.  have a good night everyone 
xoxo ~ jordie

anonymous asked:

continuation to the falling in love with someone they treated badly please?

admin aldeheid’s http://mafiabosstsuna.tumblr.com/post/156152224991/tsuna-mukuro-and-dino-falling-in-love-with

admin Adelheid

~Oh wow… And here I thought that ask was done. Oh well, I hope you guys enjoy how they all ended up.

Tsuna

Tsuna would never be able to describe just how relieved he was the moment you opened your eyes again. It had been three weeks and everyone thought he had lost his mind.

Reflexively he had been prepared to yell at you. Ridicule you. Degrade you even as his hands refused to let go of your hand. His stubborn pride and his disgust with his former self reared the self-loathing that had chased him all through his childhood. The reminder of his helplessness and apathy scorching what he has now become. What he cannot afford to be.

But as soon as you saw his face he was frozen by your kind, relieved smile and the first words out of your lips.

“Boss…? You’re alright…” you closed your eyes and Tsuna’s heart stopped, afraid he won’t see them open again. “Thank goodness…”

Tsuna felt all his limbs go weak.

He slumped into his chair and allowed himself to breathe and suck in the lump in his throat that was threatening to choke him. He was grateful he had sent his men out of the room. He was relieved his Guardians were not here to fuss over him.

“Boss…?”

He surprised you by reaching out and putting his arms around you in a desperate embrace, burying his face against the crook of your neck and inhaling. You gasped when you felt his lips at the pulse of your throat feeling as though he was sending a kiss to every beat of your heart.

Idiot!” Tsuna managed to finally shout hoarsely, his voice muffled by your skin. “What were you thinking?! You could’ve died! Moron!”

“B-Boss…?!” he felt you flinch. That alone should have made him let go but he couldn’t. He needed you to be this close. He needed you to touch him. Your uncertainty was a stab in the gut but he ignored the pain, he deserved it. He had given you no reason to trust his embrace. All he could do was hold on and assure himself he has not lost you. “We’re you worried about me?”

Tsuna started but he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? What could he do? We’re you going to tell him to let go?

Please don’t… Don’t make me let go…

“You shouldn’t,” he heard you speak again, you voice gentle as was the touch of your hand that had suddenly found its way into his hair in a soothing caress. “I’m not someone you should be worrying about. I am nothing but you are everything. I am with the Vongola; and the Vongola is nothing without you and… it makes me happy to see your joy…”

“You idiot!” he yelled when he pulled away from you, furiously looking into your startled eyes. “Look at me! I’m a man, dammit! I’m a person! I am not your God! Stop treating me like one and want me!”

Your startled face was enough for Tsuna lose all sense of reason and his lips fell down to take yours with a passion and a need that competed with the loathing he had once treated you with.

He didn’t care how long it took. He didn’t care if you never saw him as a person. If you looked at him this way then there would be no way you could refuse him, right? Right? You’d do everything he told you to do. Say whatever he wanted you to say and he would make you repeat it over and over again until you believed it.

There would be no way you would say no if he suddenly declared he wanted to marry you…

Mukuro

One day Mukuro found himself hurrying over to your room with a big, bright smile on his face.

He bore news, oh such wonderful news!

News that Sawada Tsunayoshi was going to get married. To the mousy little secretary he had used to treat like dirt. And from the sheer obsession he had seen in the Decimo’s eyes whenever he gazed at his fiance the don would not be looking at another person with salacious eyes any longer.

Now― surely― you would give up this stupid little crush of yours on him, right? Right? He thought as his feet sped up as fast as his heart did at the thought of you. Surely you would end these foolish feelings for someone like Sawada Tsunayoshi… Right?!

The hinges of your door practically flew off when he slammed it open in his rush to get to you, calling out your name. But he froze when his eyes found you. You were crying and he caught you red handed.

“Mukuro,” you called out to him, hurriedly wiping at your tears, pretending that everything was fine. “Sorry, is there something you needed?”

The illusionist’s surprise melted into fury at the sight of your despair and he reached you in three steps, taking a hold of your shoulder to force you to face him. “What’s wrong? Did anyone hurt you?!”

“No, I’m fine―”

Tell me!” his eyes reflected his blood lust. The thought of anyone making you shed tears made him itch to send that person to hell. “There’s no use lying, you know I can find out who it is!”

“I said it was nothing!” you protested, ripping your shoulder from his bruising grip. “Really, let it go, Mukuro!”

But Mukuro was having none of it. He gripped your shoulders with both hands and screamed. “YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO KEEP ANY SECRETS FROM ME!

He knew he must be frightening you but he couldn’t help it. The need to know everything you knew― the want to get inside your skin, be the center of your thoughts and be wrapped around your very essence was too strong. He could barely keep himself from possessing your mind to make sure he was on it. The only thing holding him back was…

“What’s wrong? Why are you acting this way?” you asked in concern as you reached out to lay your palm against his cheek. You smiled softly, comfortingly as you tried to soothe him. You knew of his pains, of his faults and the fine balance he kept between sanity and madness. You touch him like this sometimes in an attempt to share those horrible nightmares you knew would never fade from his mind because the same ones in yours were the same way. Because you were both pricked by the same needle of fate that cruelly severed both your childhoods… “I’m fine, can’t you see?”

Mukuro reveled in the warmth of your hand, the mad man hidden behind his calm standing down at your touch and becoming sane at the thought of your approval. His wild demands for answers now quieting into a whine in the presence of your essence. “Then why are you crying?”

He watched your smile falter and the tears peek out again but you blinked them away and forced up a smile as she took her touch away. “I just heard… Tsuna is going to get married. I just…”

Embarrassed, you turn away. And Mukuro was left to stare at your back aching at the realization.

“Sorry,” you sighed as you wiped at your tears again. “I knew it was impossible from the start but I just… He was just so kind that I―”

“Make him the last.”

You blinked and turned back towards him. “Wha―”

You took an involuntary step back at the dark look on the Mist user’s face. The last time you had seen him don on such a face was when he still viewed you as an enemy.

“MAKE HIM THE LAST MAN YOU’LL EVER LOOK AT FROM THIS POINT ON BECAUSE FROM NOW ON THE ONLY MAN YOU’LL EVER NEED TO LOOK AT IS ME!”

And before you could even make sense of what his yell meant you were pulled into his embrace and his lips crushed yours in a desperate kiss that grew needier as it continued. And when he finally let you up for air you couldn’t help but stare at him with shocked eyes.

“I thought…” your bruised lips trembled as his thumb delicately touched the bottom, closing in for another kiss. “I thought you hated me… That I remind you of the Estraneo… That’s why I never even thought of being with you…”

“Yes, well,” Mukuro replied breathlessly as he urged your lips open with his thumb for another kiss. “You thought wrong…”

Dino

Dino had a great big smile on his face as he opened the door to his room.

In his hand he was holding an invitation to Tsuna’s upcoming wedding and he was wanted to tell you that he was planning to have you escort him to the event and incidentally declare you officially his to the alliance and have everyone acknowledge his claim. He was happy for his li’l bro, he deserved all the happiness in the world; it would please Tsuna to know he was happy too.

But when he opened his doors you weren’t in there. It was strange seeing as you had taken to confining yourself here in an effort to keep away from everyone else. The memory made Dino frown. Even though you had been here almost a year your resolve to keep your heart locked away from him or anything to do with him remained seemingly unbreakable.

It didn’t matter, though, he kept telling himself. He had kept making love to you every night and ensured your pleasure at every turn, forcing himself onto your emotions even as he claimed your body. Last night he had been surprised at how you had surrendered to his feelings and reached out for him willingly; taking pleasure in him with as much enjoyment as he was taking in you and it made hope rise in Dino’s chest. Hope that maybe― just maybe― you were developing feelings for him now.

It didn’t matter that you had locked yourself in the bathroom until morning afterwards. He’ll take whatever he could get until you gave into him. The thought made him smile wider and his steps became lighter.

It didn’t matter if your father was a scumbag. You belong to him and he was going to keep you.

Deciding you might be in the bathroom he grinned. Maybe you were taking a shower? Perhaps he’ll join you for a bit of fun…

Tugging his tie off he proceeded to open the bathroom door… Only to find it locked. He frowned and froze. And then he heard the sounds of a soft sob. It made his instincts panic.

“Hey! Hey, are you in there? What’s going? Open up!”

He heard you gasp and then clear your throat before answering. “I- I’m fine! I’m- I’m busy! Go away!”

Something cold and sharp raced down Dino’s spine when he heard your muffled voice and, giving in to instinct he kicked the door down. What he saw inside made his blood go cold.

Blood… It littered the bathroom floor dripping from your wrist. The bathtub was filled with warm water and you were about to step into it. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were stained with tears.

And you were looking back at him as if he were a monster.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!” In what seemed like a split second he had you pinned against the bathroom wall and your wounded wrist became cradled in his hand. His eyes filled with horror as he stared at all the blood you were still losing. “ROMARIO? ROMARIO!!!”

“Stop it!” you begged, trying to struggle against him. “Just stop it! Let me die!”

“NO!”

You were outright sobbing now. Hopelessness and despair and shame finally taking its toll. “I know you’ll never let me go no matter how much I beg! There’s gotta be an end to this torture! You have to let me leave before I lose my mind!”

“You’re losing too much blood,” Dino trembled as he took the tie he was taking off earlier and tied it around your forearm in an attempt to slow down your bleeding, disregarding the fine, expensive silk it was made of. “We need to take you to a doctor!”

You stare at him incredulously before the emotion turned into anger. Anger that made you lash out and slap him in the face with all the strength left in you. “STOP IGNORING ME! DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?! SET ME FREE OR LET ME DIE!”

“You’re going to be alright.” Dino hugged you close and your eyes widened at the way his whole body was shaking, ignoring the fact that you just hit him.

It was as though he was blind and deaf to your protests. As though he were in another world where you and him were just an ordinary couple… And you cried harder because you were not.

“What’s going­― OH MY GOD!” Romario exclaimed in horror at the sight. “I’m calling for a Sun user, hold on!”

Dino lifted you up in his lap and cradled you close. His lips buried in your hair and your form caged in his arms. 

You could feel his fear for you, you weren’t dense. And that hurt more than any cut because you can’t love him the way you wanted to. Because it would only hurt… Because being abandoned and thrown away by this man would be worse than dying…

“It’s okay… You’re gonna be okay… Romario’s going to call a doctor so there’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re going to be okay…!”

You could barely hold back a sob. Just who was he trying to convince with his words? You or himself?

“Just how cruel are you…?” you finally whispered hoarsely, all strength melting at the warmth of his embrace. At the love in the reassuring whispers and the hopelessness your heart was swimming in because it couldn’t be true. He was just toying with you, taking revenge on the sins of your father… “Isn’t it enough that you’ve had my body…? Why do you want to shame me further?”

“What do you mean?” he hissed, trying to keep himself from crushing you in his arms.

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN!” you yelled back at him; anger fueling your body into trying to push him away but his arms just wouldn’t allow it. “YOU’VE TURNED ME INTO A BITCH! MOANING YOUR NAME! BEGGING YOU TO TAKE ME EVERY NIGHT! YOU’VE TAKEN EVERY LAST SHRED OF DIGNITY FROM ME! YOU HAVE EVERYTHING I HAVE AND I’VE GOT NOTHING LEFT! AND FOR WHAT?! FOR REVENGE!!! JUST LET ME DIE, GODDAMMIT! AT LEAST LET ME DIE WITH HONOR!

“I know my father did you wrong but it’s been long enough…” you begged and sobbed tiredly in his embrace as he stared at your suffering face. “But haven’t I paid you back yet…? You should be tired of me by now… WHY WON’T YOU LET ME GO?!!!”

Dino’s eyes turned cold and he pulled your hair back so you could look him directly in the eye. “Never. It’s not nearly enough. Your father’s sins of greed and cowardice are unforgivable and nothing in this world will ever make up for what he’s done. And as his daughter you are his accomplice.”

Your heart fell and you closed your eyes while biting into your bottom lip. So this was how you were going to spend the rest of your life… Loving a man who will always hate you for a sin you did not even commit. A man whose hate was so strong he would stop you from dying only to prolong your suffering further…

The situation… really was hopeless from the start…

“But while there’s nothing your father could ever do to make me forgive him there’s something you can do to redeem yourself in my eyes.”

You looked up at him with renewed hope in your gaze. Would he set you free? The thought should have made you happy but the only thing you could feel was… pain. Pain at the thought of being away from him… Pain that you would never be loved by this good, good man. Compared to being thrown away from his side… dying was so much easier.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes widened at the words. Was he saying that out of malice? Was this more torture, designed to drive you insane? But you saw the pain in his eyes and the feelings that mirrored yours as he stared back at you and you cried as you sobbed into his shirtfront at the realization.

He loved you too…

“Yes…” you cried out, your voice muffled into his chest. “Yes, I will…!”

Tale As Old As Time {Remus Lupin x Reader}

I just watched Beauty and the Beast the other day and it was so good!! I almost cried!! I wanted to waltz afterwards but I had no one to dance with lol. #foreversingle

Anyway, hope y'all will like this one. I will finish the anonymous requests tomorrow and I might open requests again.

Enjoy!

AU where Remus is the Beast and reader is Belle. WARNING: MAY CONTAIN PLOT TWISTS. FLUFF.

@allertonn

Physical appearances could be quite deceiving and the lesson was no stranger to (Y/n). She was considered a freak in her town because of her passion in reading and though she was quite lovely, everybody resented her strangeness. She felt quite alone until she met the rumored beast that terrorized the town.

She was expecting to find a large, sharp-fanged creature with red eyes and long claws but certainly not a tall boy with scars on his face while shivering in the snow.

She had known him for a long time as her friend in the forest but she never knew about his lycanthropy until she saw him shift back into his human form. She helped him get up after he defended her from the other wolves, receiving multiple bites. His arm hung around her neck as he tried to stand up weakly.

“(Y/n), you don’t have to do this.” He groaned in pain, trying to get back on his feet.

“Remus, you saved my life. The least I could do is take care of you.” (Y/n) replied, “Now, where do you live?”

“Up in the castle. I uh, work there to tend to my master’s horses while he’s away.” He lied but (Y/n) did not notice a thing. She placed him on her horse and rode off quietly, taking a safer route to the castle.

As soon as they reached the gate, she got down from the horse and assisted Remus to the door. A black dog came running up to them, sniffing his master’s wounds and whimpering.

“I’m alright, Padfoot. Don’t worry.” Remus said. The two entered the empty and dusty home while the dog led them to the bedroom. She put him down gently and started cutting through the cloth of his shirt where she found older scars.

(Y/n) did not say a word and began to wipe him down with a damp cloth.

“I suppose you don’t want to talk to me anymore after what you just saw,” he said, looking at the window that showed a beautiful view of the white snow.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Remus. Now, this will hurt a bit,” she pressed the cloth on one of the bite marks on his arm, making him hiss and close his eyes. His grip tightened on the sheets and his teeth grinded together.

The dog whined at the sight of his master in pain and tried to cheer him up by resting his chin on the mattress.

After she was finished, she bandaged his wounds and helped him put on a fresh, new shirt from the wardrobe. She sat by his side and brushed away his hair from his face.

“Will you please stay with me, (Y/n)? I’m scared to be alone,” he said as he rubbed circles on her hand with his thumb.

“Of course, Remus. I promise I’ll stay with you until you get better. I’m sure my father will understand.” She smiled. Her father was a kind man who liked to invent things and paint and though he would most likely worry, he would surely understand the circumstances. Of course, he cannot know about Remus’s lycanthropy.

(Y/n) hummed Remus a lullaby until he fell asleep. It was truly unfortunate that such a sweet person suffered from a condition that turned him into a raging monster every full moon. Nonetheless, she kept her promise and everyday, after her chores, she would return to his lonely castle and keep him company.

She enjoyed being around him and many months had passed, she would still visit him even after his scars had healed and they would read together in the castle’s enormous library. She would help clean up and tidy the place while Remus assisted her. Through this time, things began to change between them.

At first, it was the glances and the long stares before one of them notices and blushes instantly. Remus would let her read to him and when their fingers would touch together, it created a spark that neither could explain except that it would make them smile. (Y/n) was very compassionate towards him and despite the many instances he warned her that he could hurt her, she refused to leave his side.

After she left, Remus sat down in the dining hall with a dog, a cat, and a rat. The black dog slowly began to shift in his human form effortlessly and sat by Remus’ side.

“So, any plans, Moony?” He asked.

“What plans?”

“Aren’t you going to pull off any moves? You like her, don’t you?”

“I do but I’m not sure if she likes me.”

The rat crawled from beneath the chair and shifted as well, sitting beside Sirius. He smirked at Remus, his large front teeth showing as he smiled.

“Of course she likes you. We’ve seen the way she looks at you. Plus, she wouldn’t have stayed if she didn’t like you.”

“Wormtail’s right. So what’s your move?”

“Look guys, I think she’s happy with just staying as friends.” Remus said, looking down at his empty plate.

“But are you happy with that?” Sirius asked which struck Remus. He wanted more than just being friends but how was he supposed to know if the feeling was mutual? He wanted to see for it himself and not just from his friends.

But how?

He began to fidget at the question when he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Master Lupin, if you’re not sure, might I suggest something? Like a romantic gesture?” McGonagall said. “Perhaps some flowers?”

“It’s gonna take more than just flowers, Minerva. We need something grander!”

“Wait, I haven’t agreed to this yet–”

“Yeah! Like a dinner! A fancy one!” Peter clapped excitedly, “Oh, I do love food!”

“Yeah, no shit, Wormtail!” Sirius beamed sarcastically, “We might need Prongs’s help for this. Poor buck’s freezing outside in the stables. Anyway, don’t worry about it, Moony! We’ll come up with something.”

“Sirius, as much as I’d love to, how can we know if this will work?”

“We just have to keep our hopes up.”

It was completely ridiculous but if it was the only way to find out, he hoped that this plan would work. He finally agreed and went up to his room and in his bed, he couldn’t help but feel the excitement rush through his veins. As he closed his eyes, he began to picture (Y/n) and her beautiful smile that had brought him the light he had been searching for for years. He felt his heart beat wildly than it ever did in his entire life. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

(Y/n) arrived in the afternoon at the castle when Remus opened up the huge doors for her.

“Bonjour, (Y/n).” He chuckled, pulling her in an embrace.

“Bonjour, Remus.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. “Sorry I’m late. My father went to the other town to sell his paintings and I had to help him. So what are we doing today? Should we finish Romeo & Juliet?”

“Not today, (Y/n). Today is something special.”

“How so?”

Remus closed the door behind her and led her upstairs, the black dog trailing after them happily. “Well, I wanted to have some fun and it occurred to me, we have never used the ballroom before.”

“But will it be alright for your master?”

“What he doesn’t know, won’t kill him.” Remus smirked.

(Y/n) chuckled and followed him to a room at the end of the hall. It was a beautiful room with a painting of the night sky on the ceiling and a large wardrobe standing by the bed. Remus turned to her and brushed her hair over her ear. Her cheeks immediately turned red at the contact.

“Try on some clothes and I’ll meet you downstairs in an hour, alright?” He said before taking his leave. As soon as he disappeared, (Y/n) looked around the room and smiled to herself before opening the wardrobe.

Her eyes widened at the dress, and quite honestly, the only dress inside. It was a yellow gown and (Y/n) did not wait for another minute and decided to try it on. The two prepared themselves for each other, trying to look their best for this special time. The sun had gone down and the crescent moon had risen from its sleep by the time they were finished.

Sirius secretly shifted into his human form and prepared the ballroom, lighting the candles and making sure everything was perfect for the occasion.

(Y/n) descended from the stairs to meet Remus who waited for her in his blue suit with a red rose tucked in his breast pocket. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Remus felt his heart beat against his chest uncontrollably as he watched her, admiring every single detail about her that makes her the way she is. She smiled at him, her cheeks pink.

“What’s this all about?”

Remus only bowed low and held out his hand for her, “May I have this dance?”

(Y/n) felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly. She breathed deep before she answered a “Yes” when Remus placed his hand on her waist while hers rested on his shoulder.

They began to dance around the ballroom beneath the glass ceiling, showing the evening sky decorated with stars. Remus twirled her around before pulling her back gently into his chest. It was a moment he would truly never forget and to have this time spent with her was a dream come true. They moved with matching rhythm and with perfect synchronization, their eyes never leaving each other’s. It scared Remus to not know about how she felt for him, fearing it was one-sided, but now that she was in front of him, he was quite sure that there was something in those eyes that wasn’t there before.

He leaned in to her left ear as they continued dancing slowly, swaying side by side.

“(Y/n), can I tell you something?”

“Anything, Remus.” She whispered.

“I’m a little scared of what will happen from now but I want to tell you how I truly feel. I think I’ve fallen for you, (Y/n). Ever since you began to visit me more often and we would read books to each other or just play around in the snow, I started developing feelings for you.” He pulled back to look at her face, brushing her hair over her ear once more and placing a gentle hand on her cheek, “I’m in love with you, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) blushed at his confession, her eyes staring back at his hazel ones.

“Please tell me you feel the same.” Remus said, pressing his forehead against hers.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck as she swallowed her fears and listened to the beat of her heart. He kept his hands on her waist while slowly inching closer to her until she finally felt him press his soft pair of lips against hers right after he heard the words he had been anticipating to hear throughout the evening.

“I love you too, Remus Lupin.”

They spent the rest of their night joyously dancing until it was time for (Y/n) to come home. Remus placed a kiss on the back of her hand and smiled before saying good night to his one and only true love.

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Prompt:  hi, could you write imagine (bill weasley x reader) where things are getting heated and molly barges in and scolds them? (doesn’t have to be smut!)

Pairing: Reader x Bill Weasley

Summary: This is the first time reader has been to the burrow, and reader and Bill have not been intimate in awhile because they cannot get a moment alone.

A/N: I kind of changed it a little bit, but I hope you like it! Keep the requests coming! (:

Word Count: 983

               It was a quiet night at the Burrow. It was Christmas time, and everyone was sitting in the living room, listening to the radio, and just chatting among themselves. You stood in the corner with Hermione, discussing the latest book you had just read. Of course, Hermione had read it already, but she had wanted to hear what you had to say about it. As Hermione talked, you couldn’t help but glance across the room, at Bill Weasley, who was standing on the other side of the room, talking to his father. Bill caught your eye, and he couldn’t help but smile. You could feel yourself go a little red and quickly looked away. You placed your mug to your lips, ready for the warm liquid to run into your mouth, but nothing came. You looked down at your mug and saw that it was empty and let out a small sigh.

               “Sorry Hermione. Could you excuse me? I’m out of hot cocoa.” You said. Hermione nodded her head, looking a little disappointed. You gave her a small smile as you stepped aside and headed towards the kitchen. Bill noticed you slipping away and he knew this was his time to get you alone. Apologizing to his father, he followed you into the kitchen.

               You stood at the kitchen sink, filling the kettle up. You looked outside the window and noticed that it was a rather clear sky. It had been another successful Christmas at the Weasley’s, but it made you miss your family dearly. Ever since You-Know-Who had returned, your family had to go into hiding, hoping that his death eaters wouldn’t find them. You had not been able to contact them in months. As you looked out the window, you jumped a little seeing Bill’s reflection in the window. You quickly turned around, her heart racing because of the fright.

               “You need to announce yourself before you enter a room.” You commented, as you let out a small sigh of relief. Bill smiled at you, as he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. He leaned forwards and planted a small kiss on your lips. You melted into his arms at his touch, and hungered for more. “Wait.” You said, as you broke the kiss. “What if someone walks in? What if your mother walks in?” you asked, as he started to kiss your neck. Bill stopped kissing, and gave you a little smirk. You didn’t exactly like where this was going, but it had felt like a while since they had been alone together.

               Without saying a word, Bill picked you up around the waist, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked over to the counter, kissing your lips as he did. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. It had been a couple of days since they had last been this intimate as they were never alone. You kissed his lips, hungry for more. If only the two of you were alone in a bedroom. You could feel him getting harder and harder with every kiss.

               “Don’t worry, Ronald. I’ll get some more!” you suddenly heard Mrs Weasley call out. She sounded like she was heading into the kitchen. You quickly pushed Bill away, jumping off the kitchen bench. Bill ran his fingers through his hair, and quickly walked over to the pantry, opening it up, making it look like he was doing something productive. Only a few seconds later. Mrs Weasley walked into the kitchen, and stopped in the doorway. She glanced from you and Bill and raised an eyebrow, but carried on walking into the kitchen.

               “I’m really glad you could make it this Christmas.” Mrs Weasley said, as she walked over to you, and pulled you into a hug. She knew how much of a hard time you had been having with your parents and everything, and she was also glad that Bill had come to his senses about wanting to settle down with someone. You hugged Mrs Weasley back, grateful to have a future mother-in-law like her. Especially since she was like a mother to you.

               “Thank you Mrs Weasley. And thank you for inviting me into your home. I still cannot believe Bill did not bring me here sooner.” You commented, looking over to Bill and glaring at your soon to be husband. Bill glanced at the two of you and just gave you an innocent look. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you turned back to Mrs Weasley.

               “Yes well, it’s not much, but you’re welcome here any time.” Mrs Weasley said, as she kissed you on the cheek. She walked over to the pantry, grabbed the container of homemade biscuits and headed out of the room. You looked over to Bill and gave him a small smile. Bill walked over to you, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You had been best friends with Bill since you started Hogwarts and it hadn’t been until your 6th year that he had realized that you were the one for him. You had been over the moon when he had asked you to be his girlfriend, and even happier when he asked you to marry him. You had only wished that your parents could be here to be happy with you.

               “Hey, all this will be over soon enough, and then your parents can come out of hiding. We won’t get married until they’re with us. I promise.” He commented, and you smiled and nuzzled your face into his chest. You could hear his heart beating rather quickly, and it made you smile even more. If you had it your way, you would have married him already, but Bill wanted everyone to be there, and you knew you wanted that too.

Just a Moment More

Part 1 Loguetown divergence

In all honestly, Sabo has no idea why they’re here.

Sure the presence of the marines is near suffocating in this town, but it’s not exactly like the people are suffering. Not like other islands, not like how the Grand Line suffers. It’s nice to be in a somewhat sleepy sea, to be away from all the horrors he’s seen… but those horrors are still happening. Sabo needs to get back to work, to help stop it all. To stoke the flames of revolution.

He can do that freeing slaves, can do that by tracking the Joker and his shipments.

He can’t do that vacationing in Loguetown.

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Sleepwalker--Imagine #18

Anonymous asked: I just thought if this idea and I’m in love:) could you write an imagine where me and my crush have JUST started dating and one night he is sleepwalking and he tells you how much he loves and all that he loved about you?:)

A/N: I truly don’t know what the shit this is. I’m sorry. Keep dreaming!~Logan


I woke up to the sound of someone banging around in my kitchen. 

What the hell, I thought. My parents were away for the weekend, I was alone except for–

My hands searched blindly over the comforter. C/n should be in bed beside me, since he was staying for the weekend, but instead the spot next to me was void of him. 

I heard some mumbling coming from the kitchen and untangled myself from the sheets, wondering what he was doing in the kitchen at fucking four o’clock in the morning. 

I tripped over the rug, my vision bleary with sleep. As I reached the kitchen I saw c/n sitting there, his broad back facing me as he sat in the chair at the breakfast bar island, hands intertwined as if he was making some business deal with some invisible business partner across from him. 

“I just–I have all these thoughts of you and I can’t find a way to say them,” I heard him slur, his words running together with sleep. 

Oh my god, he’s sleeptalking, I thought, a lazy grin tugging at my lips. 

Curiously, I walked to the other side of the island and leaned over it, careful not to make a sound and wake him up. 

His eyes were half-open and he looked stoned, but despite that, my heart swelled at how cute and innocent he looked. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked concerned. 

He didn’t register I was standing in front of him, and scratched at his puffy-from-sleep cheeks. 

“God, like, you’re so pretty, ya know?” 

I stood still, leaning, my whole body frozen and my breath caught in my throat.

“And, I feel so out of your league, because you are so perfect to me and when I look at you I wonder how I got so lucky. All the guys at school keep asking me how I managed to get close to you, close enough that you love me and I keep tellin’ ‘em I just don’t know,” his eyebrows raised lazily, eyes not focusing on me even though my face was two feet from his. “I wish you could hear the conversatiosn guys would have about you before you were mine. And of course, some idiots still talk as if they can steal you from me. But that’s just it, you’re so loyal and I keep telling them that, but they keep saying no guy like me can keep a girl like you.”

His face became devoid of emotion for a second and his body wavered in the seat. I thought he was going to topple off it for a second but he grabbed a mug that I didn’t see before off the island and sipped air from it. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips. He must’ve been thinking he was drinking something, when in reality he was sucking air into his mouth from an empty mug. 

“You make the best food. You think you’re a horrible cook, but the fact that you’re so cute with all those splotches of whatever you’re cooking all over your face makes any burnt piece of food worth it. I hope you love me because if you didn’t this conversation would be really awkward,” he went quiet for another few moments. 

My face was on fire. He said he loved me. I cannot believe it. We’ve been dating for awhile and I wanted to tell him but didn’t wanna scare him off. I wished I could tell him I love him, too, but he’s asleep and I’d want him to be completely conscious. 

My hand, of it’s own accord, slid over the back of his and I stroked the soft skin. His eyebrows knitted together a bit again, and he shook his head, clearly upset with dream-me. 

“No, y/n. Shhhh,” he slurred, sloppily placing his finger on his pink, puffy lips, and then dropping it to grasp the empty mug again. “You need to listen. You are so important to me. Like more important than anyone else. The thing that made me fall even deeper in love with you is how kind you are to everyone, but you still manage to be the baddest chick I’ve ever met. You are so badass, y/n, you intimidate me. And I love how your eyes shine and glow in sunlight. You also have the cutest way of scrunching up your face when you focus on your homework and work on your hobbies. And, oh my god the hottest thing is when you get so passionate and riled up about something, I could sit and listen to your powerful rants all day long. Your intelligence is so sexy. And I love tracing your perfect little birthmark. You don’t like it but I think it makes you even more adorable.”

He took another “sip” from the mug, but I didn’t giggle this time. His words were unfiltered and instead of complaining about me in his dreams he was professing his love to me. He never found it easy to tell me how he felt, so this was something I knew wasn’t going to occur again for awhile. But I think if I could tell him I loved him also he wouldn’t be so scared of telling me how he felt. 

“I just wish you knew how much my body craves you when you’re not near me and how even if we’re just lying together, I am completely content,” he sighed, his voice quiet. 

I wanted to kiss him so bad right now. He looked so small and vulnerable, and so irresistibly cute. Dark circles under his eyes told of many late nights, many he’d spent with me, listening to me rant. I didn’t know he enjoyed listening to those stupid angry declarations of mine so much. But now that I think back I remember how when I’d glance at him, his eyes were so full of something I couldn’t pinpoint in those moments, that I can now. Love. He looked at me like a man smitten. And here he was telling me little details about me he cherished like jewels, in his sleep

His body slumped over the counter, and I realized he’d finished. 

Moving to his side of the island, I placed my lips on his cheeks, giving him a small peck. He hummed in what sounded like approval. 

“Let’s get to bed, my sweet baby,” I whispered in his ear, hoping he would either wake up or follow me to bed in his sleep. There was no way I’d be leaving him out here.

I moved my lips to the back of his neck, right above the first bone of his spine poked out from his white sleep shirt. Giving him a tender kiss on his favorite spot, his body moved to crush me in a very warm and sleepy bear hug. When he released me, I was disappointed to see his eyes still in their half-open state. He hadn’t woken up. At least he was responding to me. 

Gingerly, I slipped my slender hand into his large one, and led him to our bedroom once again. I tucked him and me into the bed, but before I could move back to my side of the bed, c/n pulled me into his side, so close you couldn’t slide anything between us. 

“Mine,” he growled, and I was surprised by the ferocity and internsity in his voice. It made my toes curl. 

Seconds later I heard his soft snuffling snores caressing my ear in hot breaths and I fell asleep to the warmth of his body and his heart beating under my ear.

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My eyes opened sleepily to the soft glow of sunlight that warmed my room, indicating it was the first rays of the morning. 

What could have possibly woke me up this early? 

That’s when I felt my answer on the nape of neck in the form of two soft lips. C/n had spooned me at some point in the night and I gave no indication I was awake now, pondering over if I should tell c/n what I had witnessed last night. 

I resisted the urge to let out a satisfactory sigh as c/n’s lips traveled languidly lower down my neck, tugging gently at the top of my shirt to trail his kisses farther down. 

“Damn clothes always have to get in my way.” 

My insides twisted at his husky voice and the feel of his hot breath against my skin. I had to resist the urge to chuckle at his frustration. I had listened to him complain before about my “damn clothes” whenever our kissing started getting heated. 

He moved his lips to my ear and ran his tongue along the top of it, pulling my hair gently away from the side of my face. My breath hitched, but I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, not wanting to give away I was awake. I could feel his hot breath against my ear, coming in soft puffs. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

The words, and the passion and tenderness with which he said them, broke me into a million pieces and molded me back together again in a more beautiful way than before.  He moved away from my ear, resting his head against the pillow we were sharing, his large, toasty hands under my shirt, drawing patterns on my stomach. 

“I love you so goddamn much,” he whispered to himself it seemed, and I heard the awe in his tone. 

I couldn’t act anymore. I flipped over, lying my body on his and attacked him with my lips, feverishly. I kissed him hungrily, and our labored breathing and small mewls and loud, short grunts of pleasure were the only sounds in the quiet, still morning. 

“Oh my god,” I gasped before his teeth captured my bottom lip and tugged gently before releasing. “I love you, too,” I gasped. 

We stopped and stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, cheeks flushed with passion and shyness. Our eyes studied every feature of our faces and memorized the love that was stirring in our expressions. 

C/n brushed away a fly-away and tucked it behind my ear.

“You’re amazing,” he smiled, looking at me like I was a million bucks. 

“You’re incredible,” I sighed, caressing his face. “You’re also a sleepwalker and talker,” I giggled as his face flushed even more red. 

“Oh shit,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

“You kind of were blathering away about me last night,” I nudged him with my nose on his cheek as he let out a string of muffled grumblings. 

“Damn, I really need to stop doing that,” he said, pulling his hands from his face, and resting them around me and rubbing my back. 

“You kidding me? I hope you never stop,” I grinned, and he captured my smiling lips in another passionate kiss, leading to more confessions of love and passionate explorations of each other. 

Not a Monster: Kim Taehyung x Hogwarts AU

JEON JUNGKOOK

KIM TAEHYUNG |1|  |2|

MIN YOONGI

PARK JIMIN

KIM NAMJOON


Not a Monster: Kim Taehyung x Hogwarts AU

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Rating: T
Genre: Fluff☁️ Angst
Words: 12.2 k

Part 2 For my Kim Taehyung Hogwarts AU! I would suggest reading Tamer before you read this one~

-Admin Taettybear



“Miss Y/N? Are you alright, Miss Y/N?”

You snapped out of your daze and looked at the little house elf that stood beside you, staring up at you with her eyes widened worriedly.

You placed a gentle smile on your face and gently patted the house elf’s head, making her blink at you in surprise, “I’m okay, Daisy, you don’t have to worry about me.”

The house elf continued to give you an unsure look, frowning as she placed a cup of tea next to you, “Tea and some cookies should help…”

You beamed at the little elf, pulling her into a hug, “Thank you, Daisy, you and every little house elf here do a fantastic job!”

At you gesture, Daisy smiled brightly, looking extremely pleased that she was rewarded by your praise.

“Miss Y/N! We have cake as well!” Some of the other house elves gathered near your foot, bringing you plates filled with different types of sweets.

Soon, you stared at the mountain of plates with your eyes widened in disbelief, “Oh…” You trailed off, knowing it would be impossible to eat all of it by yourself.

“All of you, why don’t you sit down and join me?” You offered, taking a cookie into your hand.

“Oh, no, no! Daisy cannot do such thing! We cannot eat with Miss Y/N as house elves!” The little house elf seemed horrified by the thought, wildly shaking her head, her long ears flapping at her action.

You hummed, frowning. You knew how house elves worked. They were loyal, little creatures who refused to accept any form of reward unless it was a praise by their master.

But you had a loophole.

“Alright then, can one of you pack me a large container of sweets?” You asked, smiling down at Daisy, “And the rest of you, this is a command from me. I want you all eating until your stomach is satisfied. Remember this is a command, and if you follow this command, you all are wonderful house elves.”

A triumphed smile appeared on your lips as the elves each took a couple of sweets, nibbling on them, none of them being able to go against your command.

Smiling at the scene, you accepted the large container a house elf brought you, “Thank you, love. Excellent job.”

The house elf beamed happily as he too went to grab something to nibble on.

You dusted your cloak, standing up, “Alright, I’m going to go, thank you all for the wonderful help!” You made sure to say as many compliments as you could, knowing that your words made the house elves happy and feel accomplished.

Giving one last pat to Daisy’s head, you walked out of the kitchen, humming to yourself as you held the container filled with sweets.

Now, to look for the person to give this too.

You nodded in greeting to few of your housemates as you walked down the hall, your footsteps making light clicks against the cobble floor.

Your foot carried you to the seventh floor, to the empty area of the left corridor of the campus. You acted like you normally did, your expression relaxed and friendly.

When the hallways became empty, you gave a quick look around before running to the closest wall, placing your hand on the cool surface, knowing that you’ve already walked past the area three times.  

You didn’t hesitate on stopping as you walked straight through the wall, stepping into a room that was already occupied by six males.

At your appearance, Jin grinned widely, welcoming you with open arms.

“It’s my baby!!” The male cooed as he hugged you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. You sighed as you patted the man who you considered as your non-blood-related brother.

“Yes, yes, I’m here. Now let me go, I brought you all presents.”

Jin’s eyes widened as you presented the container filled with sweets. He broke into a blinding smile, looking at you with adoration.

“You know that I love you right?”

“Ah, great! I was starting to feel hungry!” Jungkook cheered as he picked up a cookie, shoving it into his mouth.

You smiled at the scene, watching as the boys gathered to pick their share. However, your smile eventually disappeared as you noticed how they all looked.

“What in the world happened to you all?” You questioned, lightly touching Yoongi’s pale cheek, seeing the skin blue and yellow from a bruise.

The said boy winced as he slapped your hand away, a small scowl on his face.

Your eyes shifted to each of them, all of them having some type of damage done to their body.

Your eyes narrowed, noting that they all also had dark circles under their eyes, looking quite exhausted. But you also noticed one other thing.

“Where’s Taehyung?” You questioned, quite astonished that you didn’t notice that the usually energetic male was missing.

At your question, all the males in the room froze, looking like a deer caught in a headlight. Seeing their reaction, you scowled, immediately knowing that they were hiding something important from you.

You crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing each of them with your eyes narrowed.

It’s been a month since the incident with the dragons. Your ribs that were cracked have healed very nicely and you were back in class, caring for the magical creatures.

During the month, you had grown closer to the boys and your relationship with Taehyung has started to develop, although you still continued to deny your feelings when he asked.

The two of you weren’t a couple but Taehyung followed after you like a lost puppy since he heard your confession in the hospital wing. And he refused to ever forget it, bringing it up whenever he sees that there’s an opportunity.

Even when you denied your words, the male will only flash his rectangular smile, not acknowledging any of your denials. He would often retort by saying, “It’s okay, Y/N. I know how you really feel, so I’m just happy knowing!”  

His words would often leave you blushing and he loved seeing you like that, always cooing and teasing you.

Now, with the male missing, you felt strange. You couldn’t help yourself from looking around the room, thinking he may have been hiding somewhere and suddenly pop out yelling surprise.

When you realized that wasn’t the case, you looked at Hoseok who was fidgeting the most.

Namjoon seemed to have noticed what you were going to do, opening his mouth. But you beat him to it, walking up to Hoseok.

“Hobi-Oppa, what are you guys hiding?” You questioned, looking at him in hopes of him spilling the beans.

The older male gulped, looking nervous, “Uh…”

“At least, tell me where Taehyung is?”

“Hospital wing….”

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to preface, this is based on a true story in a sense. my friend, L, is legally blind. her vision is not as bad as Harry’s in this fic but she can only see really well in bright light. any kind of darkness, even early morning daylight or late evening twilight, and her eyes can only pick out splotches of dark. she went walking one day, was on the phone and didn’t pay attention to steps. she then caught her toes on a large crack in front of her house, went down hard, and had a cute neighbor come to her rescue.

cue the fic…


love is blind and lovers cannot see

It’s then that he finds the raised cracked in the sidewalk.

Like an elephant being tripped or a mortal angering the Greek god Zeus, Harry falls. Harry falls hard. He barely has time to get his arms in front of him before he’s flat on the ground. He feels the torn flesh on his palms and knees almost immediately, a sharp pain on his chin where he’s scraped it up, too.

It would be the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to him, he thinks to himself as he pauses on the ground to catch his breath, but there’s luckily no one around to have witnessed it.

“Shit, man, are you okay?”

Of course, Harry thinks to himself. “I’m good,” he says out loud, ignoring the pain in his hands as he pushes himself up to his knees before standing carefully. “Sorry if I scared you.”

A wet nose finds the edge of his shorts. Harry startles but doesn’t react any more than to stand up straighter as the new voice says, “Rhino, leave him alone, yeah? I’m sorry, he’s normally shy around strangers. You can just push him away, he won’t bite.”

The man’s voice is somehow familiar, Harry thinks as he struggles to place it. There’s a distinct accent there, the ends of his words trailing out and his vowels over emphasized. It’s one he’s sure he’s never heard before in his life but reminds him of something nonetheless.

“I can’t really see him to push him away,” Harry says. He offers the back of his hand for the dog to sniff, smiling when he feels his short muzzle rub against him and tuck under his palm as if Rhino is encouraging Harry to pet him. “I might be bleeding, little guy,” Harry apologises. “I can’t really pet you right now.”

“You can’t see- oh,” the voice says, a bit closer now. “Shit, I didn’t realise. Rhino, get back, leave the man alone.”

“It’s fine, I love dogs,” Harry says, finding Rhino’s ear and rubbing at it with the tips of his fingers.

“Let me see your hands.”

“I’m fine. This is my house, I’ve got a first aid kit inside.”

“How do you know it’s your house?”

Harry pauses, trying to think of a less-humiliating way to describe what he had been doing when he’d fallen, and the lad must take his silence as offence.

“I didn’t mean- oh, bloody hell I’ve miffed this a bit. Don’t answer that, mate, s’alright.”

“I was looking for the crack.”

Now it’s the stranger’s turn to be silent, clearly unsure what to say. Harry realises how it sounds and hurries to clarify.

“Not, like- not the drug, kind. I don’t do dru- well, I smoke pot sometimes but Louis says I’m not supposed to tell people that because they might be police. And not even, like, undercover police like in the books or movies or stuff. You could be standing in front of me in uniform with the hat and badge and everything and I wouldn’t even know.” Harry doesn’t even recognise that he’s rambling, his words coming slowly but in such a stream-of-consciousness that he doesn’t know what he’s saying until it’s already out in the air. “Erm, you’re not a police officer by any chance, are you?”

He’s sure he hears the muffled sound of laughter, as if the man is covering his mouth and trying to mask it. It makes Harry grin wider when he hears, “Nah, mate. I’m not a cop. Your mate Louis is right though, probably shouldn’t admit certain things to strangers.”

“Well, next time I’ll do better. But, yes, no,” he says, tripping over his words now. “I was looking for the crack in the sidewalk. It’s pretty unique and it’s right in front of my house so I figured I could use it to get back.”

“That’s clever. I really do think you’re bleeding, though. Can I please take a look?”

Harry holds out his hands in offering, suppressing a shiver when he feels the lad’s fingers circle his wrists. His hands are moved up and then down before the contact between them ends and Harry’s left holding his arms out with no support.

“What’s the prognosis, doc, can I keep my hands?” Harry asks, smiling wide when he hears a snort of laughter, nothing muffled about it this time.

“Think you’ll be alright, yeah,” he hears.

Harry’s wrist and fingers are tingling where the stranger had touched him to inspect his hand. He attributes it to misplaced stinging from the scrape on his palms.

The sounds in the neighborhood are shifting around them. Harry hears a car door close, then the engine start with a roar. There are more birds waking up to the day, a gush of wind rustles the leaves of his oak tree high above his head, and the sound of Rhino panting at his feet all make up the things he can sense around him. He hears first a footstep and then the sound of Rhino whining. There’s a click of metal on metal.

“We were just heading out for our walk,” the stranger says. Harry doesn’t understand why his heart beats faster at the boy’s apologetic tone.

“I didn’t mean to keep you,” he says.

“No, you didn’t. Rhino doesn’t usually leave the porch without me but we saw you fall and he took off. I hope we didn’t scare you.”

“If I got scared by everything I couldn’t see,” Harry says seriously, “I wouldn’t ever leave my house.”

“S’ too deep for six in the morning.”

Harry grins, hard enough that he can feel his dimple pressing deep into his cheek. “I’ll let you continue on your walk,” he says, mock bowing. “Good bye, Rhino dog,” he says, rubbing his hands on Rhino’s ears with more vigor now that he knows he isn’t bleeding. “Good bye, Rhino dog’s owner.”

The words trail out and he blinks slow, waiting for what he hopes is the man’s next response.

“I’m Zayn,” the voice says.

“Harry.” He holds out his right hand and inhales.

The press of a warm, work-hardened hand against his palm forces his exhale. The tingling sensation is back and Harry doesn’t try to blame it on his fall this time. He holds Zayn’s hand for a few seconds too long before letting their connection fall.

“Have a good day,” he says, turning and heading up his drive.

Besides his footsteps- slow and careful as he counts the pavers up to his front steps- he doesn’t hear any other new sounds. When his hand is on his front door punching in the code, only then does he hear the jingle of a dog’s leash and the rhythmic footfalls of Zayn and Rhino walking away.