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shattersstar · 8 months

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Please use this as a free pass to write "admiring them from afar" with anyone you want :^)

the hellcat spangled shalalala

pairing: college!au jason todd x reader

prompt: blossoming romance - admiring them from afar

warning: harassment mention (in joking context)

a/n: more college basketball au bc i say so! seriously tho thank u for the request it worked out as a great free pass ☺️ this can be read as a stand-alone or taking place after drawstring. comments r appreciated and i hope y’all enjoy ! and expect another part soonish <3

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shot at the night series.

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when your judgment’s on the run, and you’re acting like a stranger cause you thought it looked fun.

The morning sun casted a milky glow, pouring in through the windows and lighting up the store as clouds moved on. Summer began to roll through, exams a thing of the past as Gotham hummed with warmth. You were going to the beach sometime next week, even if it was over a two hour drive away, you were beyond excited. It had been easy to forget all about school, despite the fact the summer term was coming up and you were taking a course. On top of working at a cafe during the week, the gas station on weekend mornings, and still unpacking your new place, you were surprisingly busy.

It was why you hadn’t really seen Jason. Or at least what you had told yourself. You two were in a confusing place, you both knew you liked each other, had worked through some things, but you wanted time. To figure out how genuine your feelings were or if they were just because Jason admitted to liking you. It was nice to be desired, to be sought after, but you didn’t want to string Jason along.

Even if Jason took forever to tell you how he felt and handled it like an ass, he didn’t deserve that.

No one did.

The thought made you sigh as you looked over the columns of scratch and lotto tickets. You had never bought one when you turned of age and always wished you did. It seemed fun, if a bit pointless. You were engrossed with the paper coated in gossamer film that glimmered in the sunlight when the bell above the door rang. You peered through your lashes at whoever came in, heart skipping a beat as the object of your affection breezed through like an early morning fantasy. Jason sent you a quick smile before ducking towards the fridges in the back and scanning through the drinks.

You watched his tall figure from where you perched behind the counter. Elbows resting on the plastic case holding the tickets that no longer occupied your attention. His broad shoulders rose and fell with a sigh, black waves brushing the back of his neck. He was in track pants that hung low on his hips, shirt partially tucked in and giving you a chance to take in how his waist curved and held muscle and fat you could only imagine the delicious sight of.

“You guys don’t have anymore Propel?” Jason called, looking over his shoulder.

You nearly fell over being caught staring, opting to scrunch your nose at the question. “Unfortunately not sir. They don’t sell well because, personally, those drinks are grossly sweet.” You said in your best customer service voice, a grin pulling at Jason’s mouth as he turned back to the fridge.

“Uh huh. Thank you for your input.”

“I live to serve.” You chimed, loud enough for him to hear over the hum of the fridges and the quiet playlist you had put on. Jason snorted from the distance, prompting you to steal another look at him before you busied yourself with refilling the lighter display, which you had abandoned in favour of zoning out earlier.

You had always told Jason you were tired and bored on shift, opening at 5am most weekends. It had become a habit during the school year for him to stop by, usually on a run, but today with a bag slung across his body, you were sure he was heading to the gym on campus. Off season practice you supposed.

You also realized it likely meant when Jason moved off campus, it was still nearby if he was able to stop by before heading to campus. That or he went out of his way to see you, which made your heart skip another beat. You looked back over to Jason at the sound of the fridge door closing, trying to keep your eyes low as you followed his footsteps. He walked up the furthest aisle than down the one closest to the register, lingering while you shifted behind the counter.

“Anything I can help you find?” You called, sweetly.

Jason shook his head no, looking over at you that crooked smile. “Nah, I don’t think you guys carry what I’m looking for.” He opened the energy drink he picked, taking a sip while you smiled in return.

“Yeah unfortunately we don’t carry steroids.” You shrugged. Jason nearly spat out his drink as he laughed, and you were unable to contain your giggles from behind your hand. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, picking up a bag of chips before turning towards the cash. Jason placed both his items on the counter and tossed a granola bar there after pursuing the treats that sat below the register for a minute.

“That’s all.” He said, while you pointed at the drink.

“In future, we ask customers wait till purchase before opening food or drink.” You said, the playful air in your voice still there.

“Oh give my apologies to the owner.” Jason remarked, while you scanned his items.

“Will do…its been a while since you came in. And you didn’t get a patty today.” You muttered, looking at the screen. You had become used to your early morning meetings, even if exams and everything that happened between you two had kept Jason away since the term ended. It didn’t make it hurt less, but it wasn’t because of him. You knew you were the one putting up distance when he finally opened up to you.

“You remember all your regulars that well?” Jason asked tentatively.

“Only the cute ones,” You said, tapping the screen before adding, “Like that redhead you used to come in with whose dropped dead gorgeous. You ever give out his name or number?” You teased, Jason was well aware you knew Roy and his number.

“What does he normally get again?” Jason countered, and you pulled your lip between your teeth as you met his gaze. You stayed silent before raising your hands in defeat, you knew when you lost your battles.

The computer beeped at you for taking too long, and you chuckled awkwardly before pressing a few buttons. You could feel his eyes taking in your side profile as he often did. You wondered how you didn’t know Jason’s true feelings before when you caught him admiring you so often. And worse, how could you think your feelings were anything, but genuine when every time Jason did something like that, your heart raced.

He was so beautiful and could have anyone, a sentiment you felt tenfold when you learned he played for the university’s basketball team, but Jason chose you. He looked at you and made you feel like no one else did and you had been foolish to deny that for so long.

“It’s 9.55.” You said, as he handed you cash.

“You can keep the change.” Jason said, shoving his snacks into his bag.

“I definitely don’t get paid enough so thanks.”

Jason hummed, fiddling with the lid on his drink, and despite the platform the counter sat on, he was still taller than you. You were almost eye level like this, but Jason still had to glance down as he spoke his next words. “You called me cute earlier.”

“Oh I did?” You played dumb and Jason’s jaw shifted, but you knew he wasn’t angry. The ease that normally flowered between you two took over your conversation as he nodded.

“Pretty sure.”

“Well if you wanna file a harassment claim, it’ll be with the owner you owe an apology too.”

“Maybe that makes us even.” Jason said, quiet.

“Maybe…or you could pick me up after my shift if you really wanna square things. I finish earlier today.” You said, gaze flickering between the lotto tickets and Jason’s face. A boyish grin took over his expression as genuine excitement seemed to fill him.

“Fuck yeah—I mean yeah, that’d be great. What time?” He reeled himself in while you toyed with his receipt.

“Noon instead of three.” Jason nodded, that wild glint in his eyes spelt trouble in the best way. He adjusted the strap on his shoulder and while distracted, you placed your palms flat on the counter and pushed yourself to his height. You pressed a quick kiss on Jason’s cheek before settling onto the stool behind you. Jason nearly dropped his bottle as he processed what you just did.

“See you later Jason, I’ll save you a patty if all the construction guys don’t get to them first.” You promised, as he headed towards the door, running his fingers through his hair and looking back at you with indiscernibility. It was shock and awe you supposed.

“See ya baby!” Jason called as he left, dazed tone and pet name threatened to set you on fire as a group of kids barrelled in and darted straight to the freezer. You paid no mind to their yells and counted the hours till Jason picked you up for your first date.

shalalala.

title/lyrics from the hellcat spangled shalalala by arctic monkeys

more reading: college/uni hcs + jason todd

#i need a series name for this #im open to suggestions lmao #shot at the night #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #dc imagine #dc x reader #writing

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muddyorbsblr · 11 months

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soccer aid game day :: (bonus) The Lunge™️

all the hugs & headpats to whoever got to film this. thank you for your service 🫡

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yagirlpurplefox12 · 2 years

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Baby Girl (The Gray Man x Female Reader)

Based off film, not book

Sierra Six x Reader x Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: Explicit, Age Gap, Violence, Language, Sexual Assault, Loss of Parents

Ages:

You are 21

Sierra Six (Court Gentry) is 41

Lloyd Hansen is 40

Summary: After your parents were mysteriously murdered, a man of the name Donald Fitzroy decided to take you as his own…but unfortunately that doesn’t come without a price. Later the years passed and somehow you caught the eyes of two dangerous men. One of them completely ignoring the chemistry while the other relishes in it.

~ Chapter One ~

This was not the life you wanted, maybe in a fantasy world…sure, but this is reality. At Fifteen you became an orphan when you opened the door to your suburban home with a smile on your face after your friends dropped you off. Only for that smile to fall apart after seeing objects and furniture trashed and a few bodies laying around.

Your friends already left leaving you to clutch your phone as you side stepped bodies, making sure to not create too much noise. Blood painted the walls, cabinets, sofa, and flooring.

Grabbing a gun, you checked to see if the safety was on and if there were bullets left. Safety was off. Bullets were in. You hadn’t gone to a shooting range that much but you know the basics thanks to your father and even some friends. Your parents were not in the living room nor kitchen, which made you still scared for their sake.

“Mom, dad?”

Your voice trembled and tears threaten to escape. Wanting to run far from there but you couldn’t until you knew your parents were safe. Only if.

Fresh blood poured out from your mother’s gauged out eyes and slit throat. A knife still stuck in your father’s chest, his eyes focused where your mother laid. Bile rose to your throat, puking when you turned from the gruesome scene no child should see of their parents. Dialing the cops, they came to the scene and threw a lot of questions at you. Why did you have a gone? Where were you? Who were those men in tactical armor? Blah? Blah? Blah? They brought you into the station and that was when you met Donald Fitzroy. “What do you want? As I said a thousand times before, give me a fucking lawyer.”

“I’m not here to prosecute you. I know you didn’t do that, besides, you’re free to walk out those doors.”

“What?”

“Listen, I’m sorry for what has happened. Truly. You’re just a child who saw the most unforgivable. I’m here to give you my condolences and to offer you a safe place. Whoever did this, they are dangerous and I don’t know if you are next on the list as you were the child of their targets.”

Sniffling, you can’t help but to let out a sob and some tears, “Who are you?”

“My name is Donald Fitzroy and I am the director for CSS short for Cheltenham Security Services. Though, I am retiring so now would be your best bet to come with me for protection.”

“…How am I supposed to trust you?”

Donald smiled and threw a file on the table, “If you got any questions, I’m right here. I don’t know why your parents were targeted…why your family was targeted. Hate to be the one telling you this, but you are the only living member left. Telling me this isn’t random and since it’s just you left, you are the best bet to this puzzle.”

“No time to mourn?”

“You can mourn,” he stated softly, “Mourn all you want. You didn’t deserve any of this.”

After the meeting, he took you on a private jet to his home in a different country. His niece Clair was only seven and though you were distant and 8 years older, you were each other’s saving graces. Yes, there were many problems you couldn’t confide with her as she could with you, but it was nice having her around. Donald and Clair slowly became your family and both helped you overtime with the loss of your own blood.

Time to time—unfortunately—a man named Denny Carmichael would visit to steal you away for a few meetings and made you train. Made you. Being a resilient one made him all the more angry yet insistent about you. Donald hated the idea of making you an assassin, but the CIA all turned their heads away. At one point he took your training so intensely that he had you meet someone to learn how to interrogate. He was a handsome man, you have no shame admitting, but a complete sociopath. Maybe even psycho. With gorgeous blue eyes and a strong mustache, you couldn’t help but blush the first time meeting him. Which made his ego burst more than it should.

“Why the fuck should I waste my time with a brat?”

Those were his first words.

It only lasted a week with him as a woman who you never met seemed to know how to pull strings to get you out of training altogether. Though, you too made quite an impression yourself. Being a young 15–almost 16–year old who about lost everything she loved, every time you spoke to him was as if you were signing for a death wish. He beat the crap out of you when you talked back or didn’t do what you were told. Yet, you always gave him a shit eating grin with blood dripping from your nose and lip.

Lloyd Hansen never forgot about you…the stupidest yet strongest brat he ever met.

Three years passed and you didn’t have to deal with anything involving the CIA and other government politics. Donald was really trying the best he could to let you live as a semi-normal teen. The only thing you had to worry about was Clair’s heart. And the fact your guys address got leaked. That was how you met Six and you completely fell for him. Though, you were only 18 and he was a whole grown man.

“(F/N), can you come here for a moment,” the maid announced. Leaving your room, you paused for a moment after seeing him. Easily guessing him to be around 6 feet compared to your height, you can’t help but blush from his right fit suit and facial hair. Cursing at yourself mentally because of your hormones, you greeted him with a shy smile and offered your hand out for a shake. His grip was strong and you could feel just from it that he was a hardworking man. It was stale for awhile between all of you…well it was just stale with him. Clair was more sassy than usual but you didn’t change your behavior. Every other morning you did your routine of working out with weights and skateboarded out front. Every evening would be a walk and sometimes run around the limits of where you were aloud. You knew that it may have been a pain for Six to take care of two at once but from how he hovered over Clair more you had an idea that Donald may have told him of your training.

After Clair had her peacemaker attack and fell asleep on the hospital bed, you held her hand and tried to keep a conversation with Six.

“She’s not lying about this being another Thursday. You know, she’s a strong kid. More than I could ever be.”

“Hmm.”

“Pfft…you know…come here I got something.”

Cautiously he walked towards you. Rolling your eyes, you reaches for your pocket and pulled out a box. “I’m a gum chewed myself. Donald tried to get me to stop, but I’m just too damn stubborn.”

Offering him a piece, his mouth tweaks a bit and he accepts the Spearmint. “Why did you pull out?”

“I didn’t want to do it. Just because I lost everything doesn’t mean I should be used as a toy. No offense.”

“None taken. You were too young anyways.”

Later that night Clair woke up and you all were able to go back home. Left your bathroom door open, you turned on your shower connected to you room. You threw off your shirt and pants leaving you in lace pink bra and underwear when you noticed something strange.

Or someone.

Pretending to not notice, you grabbed your razor and just as the figure moved you threw it at them. The man stalking you cursed when he felt the razor graze his cheek and took out his knife, rushing at you. Saying “Fuck it” to yourself you ran at him and focused on the weapon. Using your forearm for guarding, you kicked his side which made him grunt and get more frantic in his attacks. Switching the knife to his other hand, he cut your arm and with the pain as distraction, he got a hold of you with his arm squeezing your neck. Yelping, you felt the knife go from your neck all the way down under your belly button.

“My, my, for someone barely legal you sure are delicious aren’t you sexy?”

“You pervert,” you hissed when his knife was poking just under the waist band of your panties.

“She’s right, you are a pervert,” you hear a voice that made you sigh with relief. The assassin’s dirty hands left your body and all you heard was a disturbing gurgling noise. Six then stood in front of you with blood on his arms. “You okay,” he asks you looming over. “Yeah, I’m going to take a shower. You should too.”

He nods and went to the sink to wash his hands.“I’ll clean this mess up. Sleep with Clair when your done,” he orders before drying his hands and moved over to your dresser to pick out your pajamas and even underwear. Your heart races and can’t help the embarrassment to overflow, but you let him get your clothes anyways as you closed the door to take your shower. Behind the door, you smiled and toled him, “You know, that was OOC of you.”

“What does that mean,” Six asked, moving towards the body using your sheets to move it.

“Means “out of character”, usually you hum, grunt, of just say a word or two. Not really have I heard you make jokes. But you did make one about the guy being a pervert when he—well—you know.”

“Well that’s because he was…plus being around you and Clair is such a headache.”

“Pfft, you love us,” you laughed before hopping in the shower.

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modern-day-bard · 4 months

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Worth The Feeling

A/n: Hi! This is my first time writing fanfiction and I will admit that the first few chapters are a little rocky, but hang in there and I promise it’s a fun little read. I tried to structure this story as a cutesy, lighthearted romance novel, and I think I found that pace later on. With some of the chapters containing adult content, I would ask that minors do not read or interact with my posts. There is explicit smut and fluff, and some intimidation in a couple of chapters. Other than that and the age gap (MC is 26, Javi is in his 40s), there are no other major trigger warnings. I also purposefully did not give the main character any physical descriptors, other than her being shorter than Javi, because I wanted whoever is reading it to be able to picture themselves. I found it too difficult to write the story from the perspective of “y/n.” I tried to choose a name that was hopefully racially ambiguous enough so anyone could connect with the character. Finally, if you do choose to read my story, thank you and happy reading! Summary: Ava Cohen is a 26-year-old production assistant working tirelessly to achieve her dream of one day becoming a film director. As hiatus from her last project comes to a close, she returns to set with Norwick Productions, whom she has worked with for the past four years. After a major fo paux on the first day of work, Ava is worried she has offended the star of this next production: Javi Gutierrez. She will soon come to realize, this couldn’t be further from the truth. When the cast and crew travel to Italy to film on location, the seriousness of what Ava is feeling becomes all too real, just as a new career opportunity lands in her lap. As tensions run high, watchful eyes set in, and her career is put at stake, can all of this be worth it in the end?

Content Warning: 18+

Chapter 1

I wonder if it's possible to drive with your eyes partially sealed shut. It should be illegal to be awake this early. 4:30am call time on the first day? I've been on more productions than I can count, though I fear this one will finally be the one to take me down. At least this morning we're on the sound stage as opposed to on sight in Italy. Maybe most 26-year-olds would be jumping at the opportunity to fly abroad with all expenses paid. But to me, the thought of being stuck on a steel tin in the sky for any amount of time is enough to make me consider throwing in the towel on this job all together. But I'm not going to think about that right now. I take a deep breath as I pull onto the lot. The first day on set is always the most chaotic. The amount of people who seem to forget how to do their jobs during hiatus grows every time we return. I can't judge of course, because I may soon be one of them. I've been with Norwick Productions since I was 22, and I'm already feeling burnt out after only four years. Granted, the burn out could be due to completing grad school homework until one in the morning, and arriving here before the sun came up. Regardless, my first stop is craft services for coffee. After I'm caffeinated and signed in, my duties pile high. As a Production Assistant, I'm given any and all tasks other employees didn't have time to complete. Sometimes the lack of time to complete the task was due to a lack of desire to complete it, which could lead to some pretty unfortunate chores for me. Picking up dry cleaning, faking tears over the phone to convince the fire department to give us a permit, walking talent's dogs, cleaning up said dog's poop, you name it. I even had to shave our leading lady's armpits. Twice. They take the "other duties as assigned" line on the job application to the extremes.

Talent is arriving in two hours and we still don't have everyone's trailer set up, so that is my first stop. The one thing I pride myself on is that despite being a major movie buff, I had an uncanny ability not to get starstruck. No matter how often their name was trending or how many awards these people have won, I always saw them as part of the crew. Was I a little rattled on my first set? Sure. But when you realize how helpless a lot of these rich actors are, the sparkle sort of wears off.

I typically never got a chance to read the script beforehand. It isn't a requirement of PAs, and in fact, we're not even allowed to see them every time. So until I have the call sheet in hand, I'm not sure who I am setting up these trailers for. And in my dazed need for coffee, I forgot to grab a call sheet (a huge no-no for PAs, but I'll blame it on last night's homework bender). From what I saw inside a few minutes ago, it looks like the first scene has something to do with the CIA. There were giant print-outs of the lettering all over the wall. For now, all I have to go off of is the CIA and the impending doom of travel to Italy in a few weeks. I finish prepping the two lead's trailers with a welcome letter, various snacks, and a copy of today's filming schedule. I check my watch: 6:00am. Still a half hour until they arrive. I tip my head back, taking in as much of my coffee as I can as I head toward the door of the trailer.

I swing the door open, and crash right into something hard. The movement sends my coffee splashing down the front of my shirt and dripping onto my shoes. "Shit." I hiss, looking down at my soaked t-shirt. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." A sincere male voice causes my head to snap back up. In my sleep-deprivarty, I didn't connect the fact that I had crashed into a person and not a wall. The man in front of me is taking off a pair of sunglasses, a mortified expression on his face. A face that I don't recognize. He's certainly attractive, and possibly in his forties? His dark brows are pulling together in concern, his brown eyes deep with sympathy. A rush of embarrassment creeps up my cheeks as I realize that I had walked directly into his chest when I was trying to leave the trailer. I take a step back so I don't have to crane my head to look up at him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." I say quietly, warmth still coating my cheeks. "You're sorry? Don't be. I wasn't looking either." He steps inside, ducking his tall frame under the door to enter. "And your poor shirt..." He gestures to my now semi-sheer t-shirt. I put my coffee down on the small table and cross my arms over my chest. "You don't have to worry about this trailer," I say, changing the subject. "I already prepped it." "Oh, uh, thank you." He looks confused now, and he starts shrugging off a backpack I didn't realize he was carrying. He tosses the bag on one of the chairs at the table. I notice he doesn't have a walkie either. He must be new, and sure to get a talking to by Lloyd if he's dumping his stuff in a talent trailer and strolling around without a walkie. "When were you hired?" I keep my tone casual, conversational. I find that I can deal with embarrassment better if I keep the other person talking. "About five months ago, I think." He starts to run his hand across the table between us, watching his own movements carefully. I get the sense that he's trying not to look at me. "Well, welcome aboard. I should warn you that the director is pretty strict about PAs walking around without walkies. Trust me, I got my ass handed to me during my first week. Super embarrassing." I roll my eyes for emphasis. He looks up at me then, his smile warm, and his tone carries a humor that I don't quite understand when he says, "Thank you. I'll keep it in mind." "No problem. Oh, and I'm Ava." I extend my hand and he takes it. His hand envelopes mine, and I realize in that moment that he is quite a bit larger than me. This realization, combined with the warmth on his palm makes me feel funny. "I'm Javi." He smiles again. "Good to meet you," I say, taking my hand back to check my watch once more. "Talent should be arriving soon so wherever you need to be, I would head over there now." I walk toward the door as I say it, taking extra care when opening the door this time. "I'm sorry again, Ava." He calls after me, his voice still just as sincere as the first time he apologized. "Don't worry about it!" I call back, closing the door behind me. I take the few steps down from the trailer, breathing a sigh of relief to be out of that moment. However, that sigh gets sucked back down my throat when I see the two words in bold on the front of the trailer I just left. Javi Gutierrez

And if my cheeks were red before, now they are maroon.

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lee-sanghyeok · 2 months

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🦋 post your top five comfort films & tv shows

thank you mary @chwedout for the tag!

films

crazy, stupid, love (2011, dir. glenn ficarra and john requa)

love actually (2003, dir. richard curtis)

kiki's delivery service (1989, dir. hayao miyazaki)

la la land (2016, dir. damien chazelle)

set it up (2018, dir. claire scanlon)

tv shows

king the land (2023)

business proposal (2022)

teen wolf (2011 - 2017)

julie and the phantoms (2020)

love is blind (2020 - ... )

✨tagging: @junscaratt @wildflowermooon @thedeathdeelers @hongjoongpresent @keii-starz and whoever else wants to share!

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sagemonsters · 8 months

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@bollylion has a blind date with...

Nyrris the Dragonborn

Nyrris is a 9 ft. tall (274 cm), muscular dragonborn with dark red scales and spiraling horns. He has a long tail, a pair of wings (one of which is very holey and tattered thanks to a workplace accident—he can’t fly anymore), and some eye ridge piercings. He tends to dress in sweatpants and a tee-shirt regardless of the occasion.

Nyrris is, first and foremost, a cinephile. Like many dragons and dragonborn, he compulsively collects a particular type of thing to make a hoard out of, and Nyrris’ preferred hoard-items are DVDs and VHS tapes. He doesn’t trust streaming services of any kind not to remove their content at a moment’s notice (thereby robbing him of his hard-won treasures), and so is very invested in physical media. He loves all kinds of movies, but most of his collection is composed of 20th century American, German, and Japanese films—he’s slowly expanding into the world of Bollywood with your help!

Nyrris likes to work out. After his workplace accident, he had a lot of physical therapy, and has gotten accustomed to the staring and awkward questions while visiting his local gym. He trusts you not to “other” him with odd remarks about his injury, however, and encourages you to come to the gym with him. He likes the feel-good endorphins that come with exercise and is hoping that you will like them as well.

Nyrris loves to curl up on the couch with you to watch movies in the evenings. He’s seen all of the films in his own collections at least three times, and so is much more interested in your favorite movies than his own. Although he has a tough exterior, he has a secret fondness for romantic comedies and is riveted by the high drama and emotion of Bollywood romances. With your permission, he’s also started perusing your collection of romance novels as well, since he wants to try and figure out which ones will get film adaptations next.

Nyrris is a very warm person—not necessarily in personality, but rather in literal temperature! As a red dragonborn, he has a core of fire and is always very warm to the touch. Cuddling with him on a cold night feels absolutely wonderful, but on a sweltering summer day he’s almost too hot to hold hands with. He worries that you, as a non-dragonborn, are too cold most of the time and is always quick to offer a snuggle session.

Your classic films club had a new member!

Who could it be? you wondered. A lot of the members of the club were significantly older than you, and you were secretly hoping for someone a little closer to your own age. It was your turn to host the biweekly movie night, however, and you had spent the afternoon preparing a variety of snacks so that everyone’s dietary requirements and preferences were satisfied.

All of the familiar faces filed into the living room, and John started fiddling with the HDMI cable attached to the TV screen. However, his actions seemed halfhearted; the new member was usually given the honor of selecting the movie for the first meeting they attended, and Nyrris (whoever that was) had yet to show up.

A quarter past eight o’clock in the evening, there at last came a heavy knock on your front door. You opened it and looked up… and then further up, toward the chin of a towering red dragonborn.

“Hi,” he rumbled. “I’m sorry I’m late. It’s weirdly hard to find vegetarian options for Korean takeout. Anyway, I’m Nyrris.”

“Did you bring food?” you asked.

“Yep. Emily told me in an email that there were fourteen club members, so I guesstimated how much everyone would eat… and I’m happy if people take leftovers home, really. I know I tend to overbuy when it comes to feeding humans—”

“It’s the host’s job to cook, so I’ve already made food for everyone,” you said.

“...Oh,” Nyrris said. He shifted his clawed grip on the bulging plastic bags full of takeout. “Well, this is incredibly awkward.”

You whipped out a reassuring smile and gestured for Nyrris to come inside. He had to stoop to prevent his horns from gouging holes in the ceiling, but made no complaint as he followed you to the kitchen and set down the bags. Everyone else came over to make their introductions as you two worked together to get the Korean takeout set up among the food you had already prepared.

“So what are you interested in watching, Nyrris?” John asked.

“It’s October, so I figured people would be in the mood for something spooky. How about the 1922 Nosferatu?”

Henrietta wrinkled her nose. “We did German Expressionist films throughout July.”

Nyrris paused, then said: “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“How about some romance?” you volunteered. “Maine Pyar Kiya is supposed to be one of the most sweeping and epic romantic movies ever made.”

“Why do you like Hindi movies so much?” John asked at the same time that Sam piped up with, “Rom-coms are boring.”

You narrowed your eyes at both men. You often found yourself disagreeing with Sam, who thought that Tarantino movies were the end-all-be-all of cinema, but John wasn’t usually like this.

“I think Maine Pyar Kiya is a great idea,” Nyrris said, his voice a firm baritone rumble somewhere far above your shoulder. That seemed to settle it, and everyone filled up their plates with snacks and filed back into the living room to watch the classic Indian movie. You found yourself sitting next to Nyrris, who’d made your couch creak alarming when he’d sat down. The heat radiating off of his scaled body was a welcoming warmth, and it was hard not to lean against him as the movie played.

When the credits finished rolling, everyone said their goodbyes. Nyrris stayed behind to clean up the kitchen with you and collect his takeout; he had indeed overbought, and the smaller members of the movie club had barely made a dent in the feast.

“Thanks for standing up for me back there,” you said once everyone else had left.

Nyrris chuckled. “No worries. That Sam guy sure seems like an entitled idiot, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

You snickered. “Nah, I don’t mind; he kinda is. Did you like the movie?”

“Oh, yeah, it was great—I really do mean that. I don’t watch many Bollywood movies.”

“Do you want to see more?” you asked, then felt your cheeks heating in a blush when you realized the implications of that sentence.

Nyrris grinned down at you, his horns brushing the ceiling. “With you? Anytime.”

see here to get your own blind date with a monster!

#monster romance #monster lover #terato #monster x human #monster boyfriend #sage's monster matches #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #dragonborn dnd

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underoospeterparker · 5 months

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Helloo! Congrats on 300 followers! 🎉You deserve each and every one and many many more! Could I get a 🍩 - DOUGHNUT with the marauders please?

I am 5’6 with dark brown hair and eyes. I have big eyes which makes my friends call me doe ◡̈ I am an INFP. I am studying psychology and double majoring with cinema. I love watching films and reading. I also love doodling. I am very sarcastic and a bit cold in the beginning. I am ambivert but more of an introvert. I have a hard time sharing my problems and negative feelings with others so I play it off with jokes. My best friend is my older brother and he is the most important person for me, along with my dog. I am always there for my friends. I have trust issues so I rarely tell people about the problems I have, and I am kinda closed off about sharing personal stuff. I am sarcastic and like to laugh at most situations. People say I have a calming voice and a rbf so I am kind of a contrast when people first meet me. I am very insecure and have low self-esteem but whoever notices says that they are surprised because I act very confident on the outside as a defense mechanism. I am a serious person mostly, not really silly or energetic so I feel like I am very boring. I really value my independence and do not like to be ordered around. I hate physical touch from most people but love it when it comes from people i value. I cant say the L word to anyone lol(daddy issues). My love languages are quality time, physical touch and acts of service. I think thats all I can share. Thank you so much in advance!

welcome to my 300 celebration!

i ship you with sirius black! - you are anon 4

a. sirius playing with your dog:

your boyfriend was lying on the floor as your dog ambushed him, yapping and trying to climb all over his legs. you'd have thought he hated it, but when sirius sat down against the wall and let your dog relax against him, you could tell it was love at first sight. "she's so cute," sirius told you, motioning for you to sit down next to him. you complied, resting your head on his shoulder and reaching an arm out to pet the dog's head. "she is," you agreed, the two of you staring at her falling asleep in sirius's lap. his gaze turned to you, who was about to fall asleep too after the long day you'd had. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, murmuring, "sweet dreams, sweetheart," before you dozed off, safe.

b. exchanging gifts with him:

"got you something," you said excitedly, almost jumping onto the common room sofa next to sirius. he returned the excitement, turning to face you even though he was amidst a conversation with regulus, who rolled his eyes and went to speak with james instead. "i got you something too," he responded, a lopsided grin forming on his face. you gave him the same smile back. "swap?"

c. daily physical touch with sirius:

"g'morning, doll," he said, voice raspy as he turned the both of you around in bed so that he could wrap you in his arms. you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks from either the term of endearment or the touch, you didn't know. "morning," you said back, cheerier than you normally were in the mornings. he pressed a kiss to your neck, your head, wherever he could reach before he tried to detach himself from your body. you stopped him when he got out of the bed. "where 'r you going?" you whined, clutching his arm like he was a stuffed toy you owned. "stay for a while?" you pleaded, giving him your best doe eyes. he acknowledged your offer for a second before getting back into bed with you, laughing as he showered you with more kisses. "how can i say no to that?"

#sirius black x you #sirius x you #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black #300 celebration #300 followers

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cowboylikelils · 5 months

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Hii! How are you? Could I request a ⛄- snowman with a marauder please?

My physical description is; I am tan, 5’4, 130lb, I have dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. I like to wear casual clothes(cargo pants, mom jeans, sweaters, crops etc.) and minimal makeup. My favorite movie is Caroline and I love watching films and listening to music. I am studying psychology and Film in university. I am an INFP. I am always there for my friends. I have trust issues so I rarely tell people about the problems I have, and I am kinda closed off about sharing personal stuff. I am sarcastic and like to laugh at most situations. People say I have a calming voice and a rbf so I am kind of a contrast when people first meet me. I am selfless but since I am very insecure, this sometimes makes me question my friendships and relationships as if it is one-sided. Like I said I am very insecure and have low self-esteem but whoever notices says that they are surprised because I act very confident on the outside as a defense mechanism. I am a serious person mostly, not really silly or energetic so I feel like I am very boring. I really value my independence and do not like to be ordered around. I hate physical touch from most people but love it when it comes from people i value. I cant say the L word to anyone lol(daddy issues). My love languages are quality time, physical touch and acts of service. It is definitely NOT receiving gifts as materialism is a touchy subject to me. I have a hard time accepting materialistic gifts or help from others as it makes me feel weak. I think thats all I can share. Thank you in advance!

𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 !

youre james potter's twin istg - you two are literally the same person

I feel like you two would have a rough time choosing a movie for movie night. cuz he'd be lowkey scared of the movie caroline. he would def beg you to watch romcoms with him

physical touch all the time

he would say the L word all time to you and it doesn't even matter if you didn't say it back

#james potter #marauders #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter smut #⋆꙳•❅*• lilys xmas

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miekasa · 2 years

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mie🥺 can u maybe possibly give us a few connie hcs?? i always thought he was fine but now you got me simping for him 😩

He doesn’t get jealous easily…? But you’ll know when he is, mostly because it’s obvious, but also because he’ll tell you. Once you’re done talking to whoever, he’ll pull you aside and say something dramatic, but also completely serious, along the lines of, “Okay time out. I love you with all of my heart, but I hated that. Think I was jealous, very ugly, two out of ten. Considered going to prison for murder, and I’d look good in orange, but I’d see you less often so I don’t think it’s a great trade off.” Then he’ll pat your head and say, “So, let’s not do that again.”

Tote bag king. To the grocery store, to the mall, to convenience store until it’s full of bizarre chip flavors and seltzer water and snacks way too spicy for him to handle. His tote bag is his most beloved <2

His love for seltzer water is kind of strange. He used to think it tastes like TV static, then he discovered it comes in flavors. Now he treats it like it’s the healthiest, most divine thing in the world (and thinks drinking it with cheeto-dust covered fried chicken wings cancels things out).

Can be found putting on your clothes when you’re out at school or work. Sends you pics and messages like, “Do these yoga pants make my ass look fat? I think so.” Also he’s stealing your jewelry, even if your rings only fit his pinky finger, he can and will take it if he likes it.

Dyes his hair pretty often, especially in the summer, since it grows so quickly. He likes doing all the bright patterns and designs, and once even dyed it the greenscreen green just to see if it would work. Spoiler: it did. He trusts you to do most of the bleaching and dyeing process, and claims that his kisses are payment for your services.

Messing with you is kind of his love language, leaving you to be in peace would simply mean that he doesn’t love you and that’s not true so <3 he must bother you. Tilts your head back when you’re watching TV and laughs, tugs at your ear when you’re sitting next to him, taps your shoulder when he’s walking by you, blows at your hair to make it move, photobombs all your pictures. He does not know how to leave you alone <3

He records you like the mom in mean girls whenever he can. He’s the loudest person in the audience at any event you have, at your birthday dinner he’s shoving his phone in your face and smushing your cheeks, randomly films you when you two meet up. Can be found very loudly cheering, “That’s my girl!” in the background of all of these videos.

If you like to wear skirts or dresses, beware, he is a skirt flipper. He only does it get a rise out of you, and he thinks it cute when you scold him for it. He doesn’t do it when there’s other people around to see (because why would he risk anybody else seeing), but when the opportunity arises, he’ll be the first to take it.

Sets your ringtone as something completely obscene and/or embarrassing and lets everybody know that he did it for you <3

Pats your head a lot. It serves as a way for him to say thank you, say hello, say goodbye, say I love you. He likes to ruffle the top of your head too, but that’s more to bother you. Sometimes, he idly kinda cradles and pats your head and doesn’t even realize it.

Both hands on your face when he’s kissing you always. Connie is a certified face cradler and cheek smusher, especially when he wants to give you a dramatic smooch.

#anonymous #you sent this like months ago but hahah here u go #constance my beloved... they dont make them as dumb and hot as him anymore #there's simply nobody like him <3333 #connie x reader

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msmoony7 · 3 months

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Hii! Congrats on 100 followers! Could I request a 💌 with a marauder please?

Thanks for participating in my 100 follower celebration!

I ship you with Remus Lupin!

I think that the two of you have a lot in common and would be able to bond over that.

Given everything he’s been through, I think he would be able to help you with your trust issues and get you to open up to him. I think the two of you would be able to help each other in this aspect

He would love seeing you wear his sweaters.

I think he would also struggle saying “I love you,” so the two of you would be able to work through that together.

I think that quality time is an important thing for him. He would love spending time with you, whether it’s going out or staying in. I think that just being with him would make him happy. He would love reading books together in silence or reading to each other. And he would love movie dates (he def loves Coraline).

#ang’s 100 follower celebration #marauders #marauders era #the marauders era #remus lupin #hogwarts #marauders fandom #remus john lupin #remus imagine #remus lupin hc #remus lupin hcs #remus lupin headcanons #remus lupin headcanon

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dwindlinghaze · 4 months

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Hi love! Congrats on 500 followers! Can I request 🩰 My physical description is; I am tan, 5’4, 130lb, I have dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. I like to wear casual clothes(cargo pants, mom jeans, sweaters, crops etc.) and minimal makeup. I am attracted to men. My favorite movie is Caroline and I love watching films and listening to music. I am studying psychology and Film in university. I am an INFP. I am always there for my friends. I have trust issues so I rarely tell people about the problems I have, and I am kinda closed off about sharing personal stuff. I am sarcastic and like to laugh at most situations. People say I have a calming voice and a rbf so I am kind of a contrast when people first meet me. I am selfless but since I am very insecure, this sometimes makes me question my friendships and relationships as if it is one-sided. Like I said I am very insecure and have low self-esteem but whoever notices says that they are surprised because I act very confident on the outside as a defense mechanism. I am a serious person mostly, not really silly or energetic so I feel like I am very boring. I really value my independence and do not like to be ordered around. I hate physical touch from most people but love it when it comes from people i value. I cant say the L word to anyone lol(daddy issues). My love languages are quality time, physical touch and acts of service. It is definitely NOT receiving gifts as materialism is a touchy subject to me. I have a hard time accepting materialistic gifts or help from others as it makes me feel weak. I think thats all I can share. Thank you in advance!

hello and tysm for participating in my 500 celebration

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

🩰 : i ship you with remus lupin

╰┈➤ remus was freaking out when he watched caroline for the first time with you. you have been telling him about the movie over the train ride so he was quite excited to see what's it all about. to say the least, he didn't like those button eyes. but, you both had a fun time so he enjoyed the hour spent anyway.

╰┈➤ you're an infp which is a great match with remus who is an infj. you both share similar traits and personalities but even then you weren't that similar so the it isn't boring.

╰┈➤ remus'd never intentionally make you feel insecure. navigating through love, life, and friendship is hard but remus is a loyal and kind boy who's always good with words of comfort.

╰┈➤ as i said before you both shared similar traits which in this case is being closed off. he understands that of course. you both would have to warm up with each other at first to achieve that point where it's comfortable enough to share your emotions with the other.

╰┈➤ remus is also a serious person but that doesn't mean he can't joke around being silly. he loves making you smile, he'd break down that calm and collected facade off of him when he's just with you.

╰┈➤ spending quality time is the base of the relationship. he isn't a big fan of pda either unless the person is someone he's committed to. that being said, because acts of service is also your love language he will be the gentleman of all men.

#dwindlinghaze's 500 celebration #🩰 dancing princesses #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine

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imagines--galore · 2 years

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can I request a fluff fic, Pairing is Steve Rogers x Reader. basically reader is high on anesthesia and confesses they love Steve. Tony films this and shows it in front of the team. the reader is embarrassed. Steve finds her crying on the roof and reveals his feelings for her.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Fluff. Slight Angst. Few curse words. A/N: OMG My first request!!!! I'm so excited for this. And thank you for sending it in @hamiltonofjakkuu This is for you! Y/N: Your Name. Y/H/N: Your Hero Name. Sorry for any mistakes. This is my first time writing something like this!

Also I am now taking requests so go ahead and send me stuff. You can find my rules here. Please send me stuff to write!

Normally after a rather harrowing mission the Team would take a few days off before they would be declared fit to tackle the next batch of baddies. And that is exactly what happened this time. Though it was more then a few days since nearly every single member of the Team had gotten injured in some way. Clint had a concussion, Natasha a sprained ankle from landing wrong. Steve was supporting an array of colorful bruises along his chin and jaw. Tony had a bruised wrist. And you had a fractured arm. Thor and Bruce had managed to escape unscathed, which you envied. Your arm had hurt like a bitch and it still did when you moved it wrong. The nurse had said you had managed to break it. It was a miracle the bone hadn't shattered when you had made that jump to save yourself from the exploding bomb.

No one was complaining though. Getting hurt came with the job.

Except for Tony that is. He was being an absolute baby because the doctor had ordered him away from his lab and Pepper had asked JARVIS to lock the room until she said when. To give his wrist time to rest the doctor had claimed.

And so Tony had to look elsewhere for entertainment. Which, unfortunately, included annoying his team mates.

The Genius had managed to drag them all into the Rec Room for a little movie night. It wasn't an ordinary movie night though.

This was special.

Apparently Tony had installed cameras all over the Tower, as one did for security, and according to him there were certain rather hilarious moments and scenarios he wished to share with the rest of them. The star of those moments?

The Avengers.

"You don't think he managed to uncover that video of me accidentally calling for an escort service instead of a cab service do you?" Steve muttered frowning from where he sat in-between Natasha and you. The red head smirked. "Oh, I'm sure he did." You gave the Captain a gentle pat on the shoulder. "But we all know it was an accident." You reassured him, though you tried your best to hide your mirth as you recalled the situation. He gave you a look, which only made you laugh, though you knew he wasn't really angry at you.

Once everybody was comfortably situated Tony called for JARVIS to pull up the videos.

Chaos ensued. Whoever starred in the video would offer protests and explanation while the rest of the Team teased them at their expense. Your ribs hurt from laughing so much. You were glad it was your left arm that was in a sling. During one video, which included a rather frustrated god of Thunder and his fight with voice control, you had laughed so hard, you fell against Steve as he sat next to you.

As soon as you realized what you had done, you moved off him, muttering a soft apology, a blush rising to your cheeks as you resumed your previous position. Steve only smiled in reassurance, making your heart beat all the faster. You cursed every known and unknown deity that you could never tell him of your true feelings for him. When it came to confrontation, you had never been very good at it. At least a confrontation that included words. If there was a physical confrontation you were the first to jump in and start throwing punches.

Tony's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "And now for the pièce de ré·sis·tance." He proclaimed in a french accent. Everyone settled in for the last video of the night. The screen went black before the clip started to play.

You frowned.

There was you in the infirmary bed with your arm in a sling. A quick glance at the time and date stamp confirmed that this was when you had gotten back from the most recent mission. Though you didn't remember Tony making a video of you.

"And our final member of the Team. Y/H/N." Tony's voice came through the speaker. "A broken arm and a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing a couple days rest won't heal." He had just been banned from his lab, and had decided to document every member of the Team. You stared straight at the camera, a dreamy faraway look in your eyes.

"Oh shit." You muttered under your breath as you realized what was going on.

Video you was pumped full of anesthesia while the doctor had put your arm back in place. And from the looks of it, you were just now coming out of it, which meant you were groggy and confused and a little loose-tongued.

"Tony!" Your voice was slurred as you held your arms out as best as you could. Your body had still felt too heavy and your moves were uncoordinated. "Am not feeling good. Go 'way."

Beside you Steve grinned, while Natasha gave a small laugh at your antics onscreen. "Thank god it wasn't adrenaline the doctors gave her." Clint muttered, frowning at the memory of a hyper-active you very nearly bouncing off the walls of the Tower. Thor shushed him, slurping at his drink through his straw, completely engrossed in the video.

"Oh come on! You look good for someone who survived a blast." Tony assured you, prompting you to blink owlishly at him. "Ish veryone ok?" You asked, sounding small, prompting the audience watching to coo and tease you. "Awww Y/N. You do care about us." Natasha teased, throwing a teasing wink your way. You threw a cushion in her direction as the video continued.

"Yeah! Everyone is fine. Legolas hit his head. Widow won't be jumping around for awhile, and I'm banned from the lab. But otherwise we're all fine." Tony reassured you as you nodded along, the words barely registering in your head.

"And Steve?"

You stiffened as you heard your soft voice coming through the speaker. Oh no.

"Capsicle? He's fine. He's a Super-Soldier. Nothing hurts him." You shook your head. "Steve was hurt I saw him." A look of absolute worry was etched across your features as you looked at Tony behind the phone he held.

"Tony! Turn it off." The memory of the moment began to flood back to you and you sat up, your heart thumping wildly in your chest and a look of sheer panic in your eyes as she pleaded with the Genius. "Why're you so worried about Steve? I don't hear you asking about Point break and Banner." The video continued as Tony smirked at you. "And miss the best part?"

Now everyone was looking between the two of you. "Wh-"

"Because I love him."

Everyone froze.

"You love Cap?"

"I love Steve. Yes."

Sheer absolute horror filled every fiber of your being as you watched your confession play out for everyone to see. Everyone, including Steve.

Tony was grinning like a mad man, but once he saw the look in your eyes the grin dropped and he actually looked guilty. "Hey. I di-"

"I have to go."

So saying, you bolted out of the room, not giving anyone a chance to say or do something as you disappeared behind the door.

For the next few hours you sought refuge on the landing pad of the Tower. With no mission scheduled, the area was empty, with the Quinjet resting inside a nearby hanger.

The feeling of horror hadn't left you a single second as you buried your head between your knees, as if the posture would make you appear smaller until eventually you disappeared. Yes, you had harbored feelings for Steve for some time now. But you had been careful to hide them and had no intention of revealing them. Not only because he was the leader and you didn't want to be that person who fell for the leader, it was such a trope. But because you knew that Steve was still in love with Peggy. Granted Peggy was now an old woman and had lived her life, but his feelings for her were still recent. At least for him. And you didn't want to burden him with your feelings. He already had so much to get through without you unloading on him. Knowing him, he would want to give some sort of response. But you didn't want that. Probably because you were sure he would reject you. So it was better that you hid your love for him.

Nat had been suspicious that you had been hiding something. The woman was too good sometime, but she had made no comment about it. Now Tony had gone had revealed it to everyone.

To Steve.

The thought made you moan in despair, your dramatic ass already planning on running away and changing your identity just so you wouldn't have to confront Steve.

"Thought I'd find you here."

Well that plan went south fast.

Glancing up you saw Steve standing next to you. You had thought you would be hidden by the shadows, since you were sitting next to the glass doors and the light only filtered straight on the landing area. No such luck.

Steve slid the door closed. "May I?" He gestured to the spot next to you. You shrugged, shuffling slightly to make room as he slid down next to you. It was quiet for a few seconds.

"Tony says he's sorry." Despite the horrible burning in your gut you let out a noise of disgust. "Yeah, right. The whole reason for this night was to humiliate me." Tears pricked the back of your eyes and you blinked to keep them from falling. "This is what I get for trusting people. They throw it back in your face." Alright so maybe, you were allowing a few past experiences with the outlook of your present situation. But you were angry and you were embarrassed. Another bout of silence passed before you sighed and closed your eyes as your head rested against the wall behind you.

"Look whatever it is you came to say, just say it. Then we can put this whole thing behind us." You were eager to get away from this situation. Get away from him. Especially since you knew he was there to reject your feelings and nothing more. Steve was a nice guy. At least he would let you down easy.

"Thats the problem. I don't think I can put it behind me." Your eyes snapped open and you turned your gaze towards him. He continued to stare ahead, though there was a small albeit adorably shy smile playing across his lips as he did. Your stomach did a weird somersault. Oh, why did he have to be so cute?!

"You what?" You managed to get out, staring at him stupidly. He finally turned his bright blue gaze to meet yours and all you could do was stare back.

"Because I love you too Y/N. And I don't want to put this behind me."

Once more there was absolute silence. For a good few minutes as you continued to stare at him. Suddenly the sound of static sounded followed by Tony's voice.

"Think you broke Y/N, Cap."

That seemed to snap you out of your dazed state as your eyes instantly found the target. A camera pointed right at the two of you. Its red light blinking innocently. Steve was frowning as he stood up. "Tony. Stay out of this."

Before he could say anything else, you had stood, reached into your sling and pulled out a dagger you had hidden there was safekeeping. A second later the blade was embedded in the glass eye of the camera and sparks flew before the device died. Steve let out a bark of laughter, shooting you a look of admiration.

"You've been practicing." He praised, prompting a shy smile from you. "Yeah, Nat's been helping." You revealed with a shrug. A moment of silence before you pursed your lips, averting your gaze, though the smile remained on your lips.

"So......you want to go out sometime?" You asked, voice hopeful and barely contained with excitement. Steve grinned, reaching out to clasp your free hand and stepping closer to you then he had been before. "How about I pick you up tomorrow around 6." Your managed to meet his eyes, smiling brightly at him as you did.

"Its a date."

Bonus:

"They better name their first kid after me."

#steve rogers x oc #captain steve rogers x oc #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #captain rogers x reader #captain america x oc #mcu #mcu imagine

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veryberryjelly · 9 months

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Hey! Congrats on graduating! I hope the next chapter of your life is filled with peace, happiness and success.

Can I request a 🥐 - chocolate croissant ( send me some info about yourself (and a fandom if you wish ) i'll ship you with a character )

My physical description is; I am tan, 5’4, 130lb, I have dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. I like to wear casual clothes(cargo pants, mom jeans, sweaters, crops etc.) and minimal makeup. My favorite movie is Caroline and I love watching films and listening to music. I am studying psychology and Film in university. (And hopefully graduating this year lol). I am an INFP. I am always there for my friends. I have trust issues so I rarely tell people about the problems I have, and I am kinda closed off about sharing personal stuff. I am sarcastic and like to laugh at most situations. People say I have a calming voice and a rbf so I am kind of a contrast when people first meet me. I am selfless but since I am very insecure, this sometimes makes me question my friendships and relationships as if it is one-sided. Like I said I am very insecure and have low self-esteem but whoever notices says that they are surprised because I act very confident on the outside as a defense mechanism. I am a serious person mostly, not really silly or energetic so I feel like I am very boring. I really value my independence and do not like to be ordered around. I hate physical touch from most people but love it when it comes from people i value. I cant say the L word to anyone (daddy issues:). My love languages are quality time, physical touch and acts of service. It is definitely NOT receiving gifts as materialism is a touchy subject to me. I have a hard time accepting materialistic gifts or help from others as it makes me feel weak. I think thats all I can share. Thank you in advance!

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

i ship you with...

michelle jones-watson!!!

i think your personalities match up absolutely perfectly.

very calming personality with a bit of a resting bitch face.

i picture the both of you just relaxing in the evenings sitting on either ends of the couch mj with a book and you watching a film

she will 100% draw you while you're doing mundane tasks and show you her drawings after she's done.

michelle would try and show you some of her favourite music and films and i feel like you' have movie nights where you watched one of each of you're favourites 🥰

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The Maze Runner (2014)

Is a movie only as good as its worst scene? If your answer is yes, then you better turn off The Maze Runner at the hour and forty-two-minute mark. For the most part, this is a good dystopian science fiction thriller. The further in you go, the more you want to know. It’s a cut above the other YA novel adaptations; miles ahead of Divergent and the like. That end scene though… It isn’t bad, but it’s a misstep.

A 16-year-old boy (Dylan O’Brien) wakes up inside a service elevator with no memory of who he is, or how he arrived there. As its doors open, he is greeted by other boys, all of whom arrived under similar circumstances. Someone placed them in “the Glade”, a grassy area encircled by a large maze whose shifting corridors house monstrous creatures. Why? And to what end?

This movie is half mystery and half ticking clocks. It starts at full-speed (appropriate considering the title) by dropping you in this weird place. It’s a little Lord of the Flies-ish but the makeshift society the boys built never devolved into chaos thanks to that one common enemy: the maze. Its doors open every morning and close every night. Inside are the “Greavers”, monsters who are introduced to the audience in the best way. At first, we only hear rumours. Then, a noise. Later, we spot them in the distance and when we finally see one close-up, it just raises further questions. They’re like the maze itself. You want to sit down and figure them out but that's too dangerous.

There’s nothing more exciting than seeing Thomas (everyone remembers their name eventually) run through a corridor as it gets narrower and narrower. You think he's going to be crushed but he suddenly spots a doorway that just opened up. He makes it through, and breathes. Then, he looks up. The lights are dimming. Time is running out, and now, another mystery. What new danger has he got himself into?

While Will Poulter as Gally plays the closest thing the movie has to an antagonist, even he’s pretty reasonable once you get to know him. Overall, the characters are likeable, they act logically, and they’re smart. The maze, and whoever built it are the real villains. Until the boys can figure out what's going on, they’re at the architect's mercy. The characters know this and make the effort to work together. There are solid moments of bonding between the “Gladers”, meaning you care about them when things get heated.

And then, we get to the conclusion. We get an explanation for why things are the way they are and it doesn’t hold up. If anything, it just raises a bunch of questions and overcomplicates everything. Sometimes, there's such a thing as being overconfident. The Maze Runner would be a better film if it was self-contained. It’s like they said “we know it’s nutty, but put it in anyway. That’s how it was in the book and we want this to be a franchise.“

If The Maze Runner cut itself short by just a few minutes, it would be a much better picture. That one moment isn’t enough to make it bad, however. It’s got plenty of compelling mysteries and exciting action. Within just a few minutes, you’ll be fully invested and that will carry you through the whole thing. Of the many, many YA novel adaptations we’ve seen since Harry Potter, Twilight and The Hunger Games exploded onto the screen, this is one of the better ones. (On DVD, May 3, 2019)

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