#come request

How to train your dragon

Sherlock Holmes

MCU

Harry Potter

Umbrella Academy

Stranger things

Friends

Star Wars (including Mandalorian)

Merlin

The Office

Legends of Tomorrow

Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Criminal Minds

Lucifer

Lord of the Rings/ The hobbit

Bendy and the ink machine (as weird as it sounds :) )

A Crush on Tuffnut

Word Count:1,626

Nothing was more peaceful to you than watching the sun set. And there was nowhere better to do it than on one of the tallest hills Berk had to offer. At the top was a beautiful clearing with tall, green grass that flowed in the wind. There wasn’t a tree in sight to block the view. This was, in your opinion, the best stop on the island.

This is, until about a week ago when Snotlout followed you up there and then told the rest of the team about it. Now they invaded your space whenever they got the chance.

“Tag, you’re it!”

“Nuh uh! You’re it!”

You watched in awe as Snotlout and Fishlegs chased each other around on the hilltop. It always amazed you how incredibly childish they could be, especially before going on such a dangerous mission.

The team, headed by Hiccup and Toothless, were always traveling to small, well known islands around Berk to see if there were anymore dragons to be salvaged, but this was different. Hiccup had become anxious when less and less dragons turned up so he decided that the team would venture further than ever. They would be traveling along unmapped sea.

Trying to distract yourself from the idea of the team going on a mission was working well. You could have watched Snotlout fight Fishlegs on this hilltop forever if you didn’t have to leave soon. Before the sun set you had to go feed the training dragons.

Hiccup’s voice caused you to jerk your head away from the wrestling boys.

“Hey, Y/n! What’s going on over here?” He asked as he hiked up the last bit of of hill before reaching your position. When he saw the pair he visibly regretted asking.

“Yeah. Not much to look at here.” You said. “They are right in front of the sun.”

“Uh, right,” Hiccup began. “Anyway, we’ve been preparing for this journey for days and Astrid and I were thinking… your training has been phenomenal. You’re able to make any dragon trust you so quickly, we were wondering if maybe… I don’t know…”

“We want you to join us!” Astrid finally said as she appeared from behind you, Stormfly following close behind.

At first you weren’t sure they were serious. You were in the most recent group of trainees. Why wouldn’t they just pick someone more advanced?

“Me? Join you all on a real mission? You have to be kidding?” You tried to look uninterested, just in case it was all a joke.

Astrid and Hiccup looked confused.

“Astrid is telling the truth, Y/n. You’ve got some serious talent. And plus everyone on the team loves you!”

Usually a compliment like that would give you wings, but knowing that Tuffnut was one of the team members made you feel shaky.

Sure they do, you thought to yourself. Everyone except Tuffnut.

You couldn’t deny that Tuffnut made you really happy. He was funny, kind and brave. Sure, he was goofy and different, but that didn’t change your feelings for him.

It was then you realized why you couldn’t join the team for this mission, no matter how badly you wanted to; every time you looked at Tuffnut you became so overwhelmed by your crush you would forget where you were. How was that possibly going to work if you were on an actual mission together?

Finally, you answered. “You know what, Hiccup? I’ll think about it.”

He smiled at your words. “Perfect! Just let me know by tomorrow night.” He said, patting Toothless’s head. “Toothless, you hungry, boy?”

Hiccup began to lift a heavy basket of fish off of Toothless’s back when suddenly Astrid and Hiccup turned their heads and cupped their hands behind their ears.

“What do you hear?” You asked them.

They didn’t even need to answer. You only had to hear one, overused sentence to know who was coming up the hillside.

“Shut up, Ruffknuckles!”

There was only one person you knew who called his twin sister “Ruffknuckles”.

“Whatever, Tuffnut.” Ruffnut mumbled.

As they appeared from the tall grass you felt your hands beginning to sweat and your breath caught in your throat. You tried to look normal, but on the inside your anxiety climbed higher and higher.

Hiccup and Toothless rolled their eyes as the watched the twins bicker.

“Time for your snack, Toothless. You earned it! Oh, Y/n. We’re gonna eat dinner by the beach tonight just after the sun sets. Want to join us there later?” Hiccup asked as he patted Toothless who sat happily, already gnawing away at a fish bone.

Suddenly your attention was back on Hiccup. You had to keep yourself from squealing. You couldn’t believe it. Hiccup, the first dragon rider, leader of the first team of dragon riders and the Chief’s son just invited you to have dinner with him and his dragon.

“Absolutely! I’ll be there!” You shrieked. Your excitement was through the roof and you hoped you didn’t look too embarrassing. That’s when you remembered Tuffnut. He was still there, probably watching you and you knew you had to leave before he saw your cherry red face.

Hey, at least no one else would be at dinner. You could relax with Hiccup and Toothless alone.

“But, I got to go. Um.. because I have to… I have to… OH! I have to go dragons the feed. No, I mean… Feed the dragons! I have to feed the dragons, so I’ll see you later.” You stammered horribly as you spoke, then you ran down the hill, hoping no one saw you trip on the way.

The team unfortunately noticed your nervousness and they began to speculate immedietly.

Snotlout was the first to speak.

“Hey, what up with her?” He asked just before Fishlegs landed the final blow on his jaw.

“What’s up with who ?” Fishlegs replied as he shook his fist, trying to relieve some pain.

Ruffnut snorted. “Y/n was acting weird, you idiot! She was all ‘um this’ and ‘um that’. Then she ran away. Don’t you ever pay attention?”

Astrid chuckled as she walked toward the rest of the group. “Did you see her face? It was getting red. My guess is she has a crush.”

Hiccup disagreed. “Y/n’s always weird, isn’t she? I mean, for us to like her she has to be weird.”

His reply made Fishlegs smile. “Oh, I see.” He began, still fiddling with his injured hand. “Y/n has a crush on Hiccup. That’s why he’s trying to make us think she doesn’t have a crush! It’s textbook.”

Hiccup groaned and looked to Astrid for help.

“I think it’s you, Fishlegs.” She joked, causing Fishlegs to turn red with discomfort.

“You’re all narfed!” Snotlout roared. “Can’t you see? The evidence is clearer than ever. Y/n is totally crushing on me!” His face split into a smile and his crossed his arms confidently.

The team turned to face Ruffnut after they heard her giggling, apparently to herself.

“What are you thinking, Ruff?” Astrid asked.

She chuckled as she spoke. “I was trying to think who she might have a crush on, and I thought Tuffnut. But then I remembered that he’s ugly, so That couldn’t be it. And then I started laughing.”

Tuffnut punched his sister’s arm. “I’m ugly? I’m not the one with yarn for hair!” He countered.

…

“Hey, Y/n! Over here!” You hear Hiccup shout from around a boulder.

Excited to finally be done with your chores, you jog around the corner, expecting to see Hiccup and Toothless eating alone.

Instead, you find the entire team and their dragons sitting around a fire and cooking a chicken(at least it was chickens and not fish again).

You didn’t understand. Hiccup asked you to eat dinner with him. Not the entire team. And especially not with Tuffnut.

“Hey! It’s Y/n!” Cried Tuffnut.

The rest of the group made welcoming sounds, none of which you could make out.

“Hiccup, I thought it was just you and me,” you began. “You said ‘do you want to have dinner with us’.”

“Yea. Us, meaning the team.” Hiccup said, slowly turning the chicken over the bonfire.

Your stomach formed a knot and you felt yourself tense. “Oh... Im so sorry to leave so fast but-“

“You’re leaving?” Tuffnut interrupted you. “We were talking about the mission. Come on, you have to stay.”

Ruffnut agreed. “Yea. You’re like one of us now.”

You wished you could diasapear. “I… I guess so…” you stuttered before slowly walking to the fire and sitting as far away from Tuffnut as you could.

No one spoke for a minute and the knot in your stomach tightened. The team exchanged looks that you couldn’t translate. Finally, you got the courage to speak.

“Alright guys, what’s up. First you say you want me to stay and now you’re all so quiet.”

Astrid sighed. “Okay. We should tell her. Y/n, you’ve been acting strange lately. And so we thought…”

“You thought.” Hiccup corrected her.

“Alright, fine! I thought it was because you maybe had a crush on someone in the group.”

What she said should have made you panic and run away. Instead, you felt better, happy that someone finally understood.

“I- I do.” You admitted.

The team gasped, almost in unison.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Snotlout suggested.

“No, Snotlout. I’m sorry. I’m actually… I kind of like Tuffnut.” You tried to sound confiedent, but you definitely mumbled the last few words.

Again, gasps erupted from the team. You heard them speaking all at once, not sure who was saying what.

“No way!”

“I had no idea!”

“That’s new!”

“Ew, he’s ugly!”

You were pretty sure that last one was Ruffnut.

You tried not to look in his eyes, but he was adamant about getting your attention.

“Y/n,” he began, reaching over to touch your shoulder. “I like you too. Not like a friend. Like… a crush.”

At last, you felt calm. It wasn’t one sided, thank God. You could look at him again.

“You do?”

“Yea,” He said. “I do.”

Ooh sassy! I love that you plan ahead!

An interview at Catco

Pairing: Cat Grant x non gender specific reader

Word Count: 1,451

Warnings: cursing

Gif not mine

“Oh my gosh...” You forced yourself to slow your breath as you watched the numbers grow in the elevator. It was minutes before your interview with the Cat Grant of Catco Worldwide Media. You had heard she was incredibly picky about who she would hire for the internship. You also heard she’s made every other one of the applicants cry.

“Calm down, Y/n. It’s not that big a deal. Just be yourself. Unless you’re too much like Felicity...”

Who were you kidding? You and your bad ass sister were so much alike, it was almost impossible to tell the two of you apart. If Cat Grant were to figure out that your sister was the smartest woman in the world in terms of media and technology she would hire you for that reason alone. That was why you had to use a fake last name. Maybe this way she would hire you for you.

You decided to check your outfit one more time, searching for any wrinkles, bumps or stains. Everything seemed to be fine.

Ding!

You stepped out from the elevator and was immedietly shocked by the amount of workers. They all looked like the living dead, their eyes puffy from lack of sleep and their hands stiff from their work. You knew this was your fate if you were to get the internship and you couldn’t be more excited.

Someone tapped your shoulder. “Hello? Can you even hear me?” You turned to see a frustrated Cat Grant, her eyes wide and her lips pursed. In one hand she held a very tall coffee cup and in the other her sunglasses dangled from the tips of her fingers.

“I’ve been talking to you, if you hadn’t noticed. This coffee is disgusting and I can’t find my assistant which means it’s your turn to take care of it. Chop chop!”

Anxiety swimmed through your body as you tried to find the right thing to say. “I- um- I don’t work here... I’m actually here for an interview. With you.” You stick your hand out as a greeting, but Cat looked at it in disgust.

“Oh... you’re sure you don’t work for me already?”

“I’m sure.” You said. She made a high pitched hum sound and motioned for you to follow her. “You’re early. I don’t like that. Throws me off of my schedule.”

As you entered her office you were amazed. On the left was a wall of glass leading to a balcony that overlooked National City. Right behind Cat’s desk was a wall of tv screens broadcasting the newsworthy details of National City. The woman was constantly connected. Even now she was staring directly at her cell phone while typing on her computer.

“Are you going to start, or shall I?” She asked, still not making eye contact.

“Start?” You asked as you sat on the small couch. “I thought this was an interview.”

She sighed dramatically and placed her phone on her desk. “Listen, Y/n, was it?”

You whispered the correct pronunciation of your name under your breath as she spoke.

“I’m not going to ask you any questions. You should know what I need to know about and if you don’t start telling me what I need to hear then, well, forget I even asked you here.”

This was it. You needed this internship if you were ever going to be anything in the media world. If Cat Grant dismissed you then your future career in media would be over before it started. You stood, made your way towards her desk and took a deep breath.

“My name is Y/n. I have little experience in media and plan to gain the rest here under your wing. I can write. I can proof read. I can sit at a desk all day. I can run around doing research all day. I can be an assistant. I can be a boss. More importantly I can take orders. I see how drained everyone looks out there on the floor. They work day and night to make you happy and I want to do that. I want to be drained an exhausted. Working with you would be an honor.”

The entire time you spoke Cat looked immensely uninterested. She didn’t look at you once. In fact, she had picked up her phone again. When she addressed you she mispronounced your name again.

“Y/n. You seem very spunky. I’m interested in spunk but I’m not interested in an ass kisser. As you said, I have plenty of people who will “work day and night just to make me happy.” I need a thinker. Not a doer. What I need, Y/n, is someone with some initiative. Someone who is more afraid of losing than they are of losing their job. If that isn’t you then you know the way out.”

You hadn’t noticed until now that you were fiddling with your fingers. This was going to be harder than you thought.

“Ms. Grant, the person you just described is me.”

She looked up from her phone and stared dead into your eyes. “Prove it.”

You scoffed. “How can I prove it when you haven’t given me anything to do?”

“I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-V-E. It means you do without being told.”

“Well, I love the internet and media and-“

Cat groaned loudly enough for the entire floor to hear. “So does every millennial in the entire world, Y/n. What makes you different?”

You wanted to scream. You’re a Smoak. You couldn’t be more different. If only she knew who you really were. Then she would hire you.

You were about to rebuttal Ms. Grant’s attack when it hit you. Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t any different. Maybe your relation to Felicity made you think you were worth more than you really are. After all, she was the one out saving the day with her friends. You were just a dumb millennial with a knack for computers. A minute passed, causing Cat to grow impatient. “I’m waiting...”

You wanted to cry. Only a few minutes had passed in the I terrier and she had already broken your confidence.

“I’m no one, Ms. Grant. I’m poor. I eat too much unhealthy food and I use unintelligible slang. I try the new “challenges” that come up on the internet and I idolize superhero’s instead of worrying about the real problems in life. I don’t know anything about anything important. I have mental illnesses that I ignore by watching funny animal videos online and taking naps midday. I am completely worthless. Im just like every other millennial... I just thought that with you I could be more.”

When you looked up you expected to see Cat’s previous bored expression. Instead you found that she was smiling. There was no understanding this woman.

“Hmmm.” She began. “Understanding your weaknesses is the first step to overcoming them, Y/n. You have much to work on. The main thing, however, is understanding that, as you said, you are worthless. You’ll always be worthless until you’ve built yourself up from nothing, like me.” She placed an imaginary tiara on her head. “If you want a crown like mine you have to take it.”

Without looking away from you she reached under desk, grabbed a sheet of paper and pen and tossed it across the desk to you.

“Sign this. You start tomorrow.”

You looked at the paper and then back at Cat.

“Well, go on.” She said.

You grabbed a pen from the desk and prepared to sign on the dotted line, but just before you could you remembered what she said about needing a thinker, not a doer. “I’ll need to read the document before I sign, Ms. Grant.”

She sighed, but you could tell she was happy. “Very well, Y/n. Go home, read your heart out. But don’t think for a second I don’t know that even after that little dramatic outburst of yours that you’re not still hiding something from me.”

You tried to look innocent. It doesn’t matter that you have the job. She still can’t know who you really are. “With all due respect I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself thinking I’m going to investigate. I don’t care what it is. Your secrets are yours as long as they don’t affect this spunk you have.” She waved her hand at you. “Go, go. Chop! Chop!”

With a nod of your head and a bounce in your step you exited the room. You wanted to squeal to help with the excitement. “I knew you had it in you.” You said to yourself. You pressed the down button on the elevator. “This is going to be so much fun.”

you’re gorgeous, of course, and they wont let you forget it

“lookin good y/n”

“how come no one has snatched you up yet?”

wolf whistling, winking and kissy faces

its basically cat calling, but you like it

everyone knows who you are and frankly lots of them get jealous

Constantly helping the guys come up with new pranks to play on the other houses (mostly slytherins)

getting mad at them when they go too far and it’s basically just bullying

“They’re jerks but you don’t have to hurt them”

James would say “We’re only joking, y/n”

Then Sirius would follow up with a “lighten up”

Not talking to them until they apologize (which took no time bc they couldn’t bear spending time without you there)

You get your own nickname after they help you learn to become an animagus

(Did I mention you get to be an animagus too!?!?!?)

They are all amazed and intimidated by your animal

Roaming the Hogwarts grounds late at night after transforming

Usually you all end up laying on the grass by the Black Lake, feeling the breeze and stargazing

Helping create the Marauders map

Remus tutoring you late nights in the Gryffindor common room and he’s super patient, even if it takes all night

Of course, he would walk you to your side of the tower despite how exhausted he was

He’s such a gentleman

Peter definitely has a crush on you and it’s obvious

The guys have to convince him to leave you alone after you say no

Always knowing something was wrong with Peter, but the others dismissed his... abnormalities

Obviously they’re protective

Annoying you because they always want to know where you are and who you’re with

Them swearing you were never involved when you all got in trouble

they know your parents are harsh

If anyone tries to mess with you they are all over it

Threats and pranks

When you learn about Sirius’s home situation you offer him your place to crash

Once he leaves his family he rotates between yours and Jame’s place

Everyone thinks you’re dating at least one of the guys and you have to convince them that no, you’re not

They always scare off your new girlfriend, boyfriend, date mate, etc

But you do the same to their significant others

You wouldn’t trade them for the world, and they wouldn’t let you if you tried

(Not requested)

Pairing: Hux x reader

Word count: 349

Warning: none. Hux being adorable

Summary: y/n reads fairytales with General Hux

Enjoy!

“What’re you reading?” Asked the red haired General as he stood in your doorway, uninvited. He was wearing a tight black uniform decorated lightly with colors of rank.

“Just some fairytales,Hux.” you replied. You sat in the middle of your bed in your nightclothes holding a large book open in your lap.

He scoffed. “Fairytales? What for?”

“For fun? Got to do something to forget that we are all stuck in a floating tin can in the middle of deep, dark space.”

“Well... Alright.” He said. He closed your door and went on his way, boots clacking as he walked.

Odd, you thought. Usually he had more to say. He was incredibly nosy.

About twenty-five minutes had passed when your door opened once again. Although it was the same man, he was in drastically different clothing than before. This time he wore a black tee shirt and grey sweatpants. Instead of boots we wore plain grey, worn out slippers.

“Um, yes?” You said.

“I’m ready.”

“Ha! For what?”

He made his way to your bed where you were reading and sat across from you, his legs criss crossed. “For fairytales or whatever it was you were reading.” He said with a cocky smile.

You giggled. You’d never seen the man so giddy. “Alright. If you insist. Which one would you like?” You asked as you showed him the contents of the book. “You have read a fairytale before, right?”

The man’s head hung slightly. “Er- no. Never had the pleasure. I only know the more obvious ones. The Boy Who Cried Wolf, the one with the mouse who saved the lion...”

“How about princesses?” You’re eyes sparkled just thinking about sharing your favorite story with him.

“No! No princesses. They are the reasons I dislike fairytales.” He scoffed, turning his head away from you. ”There is always a happy ending, isn’t there? They are supposed to teach children, correct? It’s just inaccurate to tell kids that there are always happy endings.”

Perfect, you thought. I’ve got just the tale.